User blog:Flodoomable/23: The Kidnapping Mysteries

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The Kidnapping Mysteries.

WARNING: Violence against mamono!

=Chapter 1: New in town.=

Following a rumour of disappearing children in a small village and with a scroll from the Ranger's Guild in hand Florandus Vindivicus walked to a night's watch house. He knocked on the door; the door was opened on a sliver only for a guard to peer through. "Who sent for yee" Florandus stepped to the side so he could see past the man into the building. "I'm Vindivicus. I was told of a rumour? I have come to investigate." The man cast his eyes down, taking down his helmet and holding it at his stomach. "Aye, my name is Vilde. Lately things have been a brewing in the village. I would send for the church, but they would only kill mah friend. I have this wee-green sprout Haln who volunteered to help matters. The poor sod barely stepped a foot near the house before he went wack in the ol' head." Florandus pulled the door open a bit more and placed a hand on the watchman's shoulder. "Let me help you, I've seen this before." The guard stepped inside and came out not long after, holding his spear. "I really hope you did, let’s go see mah friend. Look, I’m over will yee, for now you are a new youngster travelin’ through for some of the village's famous dough cookies." The ranger chuckled. "Do I seem like the cookie type?" The guard used his spear as a walking stick, making a head-start on the path near the edge of the village. "What Person can call himself human and not like tiny treats. I can't see whatcha hiding under that cloak, but it isn't new for traveling folk to carry a sword." Florandus smiled, lowering his guard for a relaxing tour.

=Chapter 2: The guy next door.=

The two made their way past some stands, giving the young man the chance to buy some treats to complete his alibi. Seeing the ranger munch on the cookies gave the guard a strange feeling. "Say, you did this before, should yee be so care-free?" Florandus licked up some cookie-crumbs from his face. "Of course, you should be worried if I wasn't enjoying myself as food-obsessed visitor." His cheery tone seemed to unnerve the guard a bit. They came to a square house with a thatch roof, at the entrance stood a boy barely old enough to join the usual guard stations that would be set up in most villages. The boy held a spear at the ready at seeing the elder guard. "Vilde, you aren't going to try something here are you?" Seeing the boy narrow his eyes the guard waved him off "No, no, of course not. I was showing this traveler around the village. You know how famous we are." Florandus nodded eagerly, his mouth stuffed with the cookie shaped delight. He pointed to the building behind the boy. "What's in there? It's guarded, so it has to be very important." The Ranger looked the building up and down. The stone walls where recently repaired and the door reinforced, in the grass was a distinct line where the weeds turned a darker shade of green that faded into purple at the roots. This line appeared to draw an almost complete lumpy circle around the house; it was a clear indication to the young ranger that this was the start of a new DemonRealm. He took a tiny step into the circle, mere instantly his necklace became hot; a strong charm-magic spell was being used around the house to draw in men like Haln. The boy snapped like a snake. "This is my house, the reason I’m here is because a certain someone threatened my family that my home wasn't safe." He gave his former colleague a foul stare. The guard merely shook his head. "Haln, please don't start this again now.." Vilde motioned to the cheerful ranger, Haln sighed, nodding and leaving the topic for later.

=Chapter 3: Old news.=

With nothing left to say Florandus asked Vilde to lead him elsewhere. Once sufficiently far away enough from the house Florandus pulled Vilde close to him, telling him about the magic around the house. Perplexed the guard held his head. "We canny leave the boy like that, can we? Is there no way to rid his head from that spell?" Florandus nodded. "You won't like it, but we have to leave him like that for now. We can't risk letting those he guards get away. I'll ask around town about this new family, you need to get together everything you can about the rumours on the lost children." Vilde grimaced; he looked back to the road of whence they came and agreed. "Ya can count on me; no magic can take mah friend away from me." Thus the two men split up. Florandus looked for old villagers, surely the elderly would have noticed anyone new or anything out of the ordinary. He found an old man on the roof of a building, removing rotten thatch by new bundles. The ranger tapped the ladder that got the man on the roof, and the old man climbed down. The elderly set aside his tools and thatch bundles looking over the stranger. “A cloak coverin yer face, yer back and yer head. Yer here to rob me blind, aren’t ya? I’ve heard and seen all about these sneaky rogues going from town to town..” The elderly made wild gestures that where sure to risk pilling a hip over. “Well? Com at me then!” The ranger would almost respond when another old bickering voice came from behind the man. “Volkir! Stop making a fuss, you’re not young enough to go asking for a fight.” The man’s face calmed down, but seemed kind of sad. “But.. Ah, yes dear..” Next to the man came a similarly old woman with a kind smile. “You need to get your eyes checked, don’t you see the bag on his belt? The crumbs on his chubby face? He’s obviously a food enthusiast.” The ranger chirped at her small insult and unkeenly perception. “Chubby?!” The old lady stifled a giggle. “Just a joke dear, but it’s good to see you react with unbelief over anger. See Volkir? This is how you know to trust people.” The old man held his head. “I don’t know Elysiv.. But ye’v always been right before.” Florandus got partially flustered over being caught with such a small test. “C-can I just ask something? It won’t take too much of your time, I promise.” The old lady smiled to him. “Out with it then.” The young man motioned to the house a little while away at the edge of town. “That house there, can you tell me about who lives there?” The old man spoke up as if he was preaching to the quire. “That little brat lives there, barely old enough to make his own dinner, but he has been waving that weapon of his at me like I am a training dummy whenever I walk by. Why I outa give him a good spanking with my trusty paddle to teach him some manners!” The old lady took her man’s hand with her own, somehow instantly chilling down his fury. “Haln lives there, young man. He recently moved out from his parent’s home and moved to this town. He usually plays soldier in training with Vilde, but I guess he doesn’t like that anymore. I would believe he has something in there he wants to protect, but that hazy look in his eyes tells me it probably is not what he wants..” The ranger nodded and held up his hand to her. “Do you know anything about who he might be protecting?” The woman’s smile creeped over into a grin. “I know it must be an interesting person, just look at the grass around that house.” The old lady held her head and gave her husband the same smile. “Oh dear, I think I need to lay down for a bit, can you help me Volkir?” The old man seemed to look off into space as he responded. “Yes, dear..” At that the two elders left the ranger to go back inside the house. The ranger got the creeps for some reason. “She is something else..”

=Chapter 4: Forging a plan.=

Resuming his walk around town he came upon two young boys around the age of eight playing with sticks in front of a blacksmith’s home. A middle-aged man was working the forge while keeping an eye out for the two. Florandus watched for a moment while the boys parried blows and hit each other with sticks while laughing cheerfully and making cheesy remarks. Once they noticed the stranger they came bounding over to him, peering at the sword at his left side. One of the boys was blonde while the other was brown, both with green eyes. One of them looked interested in the handguard of the weapon, while the other looked more at the shape of the scabbard. “Hey mister, can we see your sword?” The other chimed in as well. “Yeah, can we? Papa makes lots of swords, but he makes them out of Iron.” The first prodded the hand guard curiously. “What is this red metal anyway?” Hearing the description of the metal the blacksmith looked up from his sword, laying it aside in a bucket of water. A cloud of steam came from the bucket as the warm metal hit the cold water. “Boys, get back here.” As if poked with a pointy stick the two ran away from Florandus only to hide behind their father. The man himself held a hammer to the stranger. “You, with the red weapon, stay away from my boys. I won’t let you take them, even if that’s the last thing I do.” The ranger looked back confused, walking over to meet the man face to hammer. “I’m sorry? I wasn’t trying to take your children.” Holding the hammer firmly the blacksmith refused to give an inch. “I hope you are right, but your weapon doesn’t clear my conscious. Red metal, that is DemonRealm weaponry. Chop at a fellow with those and he will fall unconscious on the spot. Very handy when trying to kidnap little boys.” The young man raised an eyebrow. “Only boys?” The blacksmith growled. “You mean you are taking the girls too? Can’t you steal children from somewhere else?!” Florandus took a step back and motioned for the man to calm down, “I’m not here to kidnap anyone, just.. What can you tell me about disappearing children?” The question seemed to confuse the father. “Wah, why are you asking me? You really aren’t out for my boys?” The ranger shook his face. “No I’m not!” The father placed his hammer back on his anvil with a relieved sigh. “Okay, at least that calms the nerves if only slight. All I know about it is that since a month or two young boys have been reported missing, just abducted in the dead of night leaving only wet stains on their beds.” Florandus looked at the boys that where huddled up together behind their father. Still holding the sticks, but more firmly now as they looked back with worry in their eyes. “Have you heard anything about them meeting anyone strange on the days before they disappeared?” With a no as an answer the cloaked man walked away from the forge. “Thank you for the help.” The blacksmith stroked the head of both boys as he saw the stranger walk away. “Please, if you’re here to help find the one responsible before they take my boys.”

=Chapter 5: Time for a house inspection.=

Walking back to the market Florandus noticed Vilde talking to a small group of folk. Seeing the ranger walk past he turned back to his crowd and gave a quick goodbye. Once together again Vilde patted Florandus on the shoulder. “Ya have somethin’, haven’t yee?” With a face not completely set on a smile the ranger looked back to the man. “I do, but tell me what you heard first so I can piece it all together.” Taken aback the old man grumbled. “Right, right. Spoke to some folks sayin’ they saw a creature with wings and a tail fly over at night every time most of the children disappeared.” The ranger looked back curiously. “And those children were abducted right off the street?” Vilde nodded with a grin unbecoming of him. “Everytime.” The young man narrowed his eyes. “I see, let’s go knock Haln. I think I figured it out.” He was about to leave, but Vilde pulled him back by the shoulder. “One moment there, pal. I told my part, what’s that you figured out?” Looking back at Vilde he faked a smile. “Easy. All the children were kidnapped at night by some flying creature, and Haln is seen every day guarding his own house. Surely inside the house bust be the creatures and the children.” The guard nodded as a sign of relief flooded his face. “So we now know where to save them from, good.” The two walked back to the house guarded by Haln. The young lad was about to spout more threats till he noticed the ranger walk straight past the house. Looking at Vilde he only got a shrug in return. Behind the house, Florandus motioned Vilde to the wall where they could see a small high window. “You stay here, and I will get inside. If you hear commotion, just keep Haln distracted with you.” The old man saluted, watching the young man. Getting close his necklace began getting hot again, feeling charm-magic around. Florandus took out an Ice-pick, stabbing it in the soft layers of the wall between its stones to pull himself up to the window. Inside he could see not a soul, just a table with some papers on it, a bed of which the support legs seemed severely worn and a small bedstool with a key and a gem on it. With the Ice-pick secure in the wall he pulled himself up on it so he could sit and use both hands as he lockpicked the window. Without making a sound he flicked the pins in the lock upwards till they were all in the right place, allowing him to turn and unlock the window. He placed one hand in the open window and used the other to get off his ice-pick and pull it out of the wall. Putting it back on his back the ranger pulled himself up into the window.

=Chapter 6: House-call backstab.=

He had to breathe out for a moment to squeeze him through, but with only a bit of trouble he managed to get inside. He stood up and locked the window behind him, looking back at the room he had snuck into. He didn’t have much time to rummage around as the front door was quickly unlocked followed by Haln bursting inside. “You sneaky bastard, how dare you come into my home!” The young guard ran up to the home invader, thrusting his spear at the ranger’s chest. Florandus swiftly stepped to the side narrowly avoiding it, taking out his bow and launching an arrow straight into the guard’s right eye. The young man recoiled for a bit, dropping his spear and falling lifelessly to the ground. After Haln Vilde walked in, sword drawn. “H-haln! Y-you killed him!” The ranger huffed. “And why? I told you to distract him if you heard commotion inside, there was no way he could have heard me. How did he possibly know?” The guard’s eyes widen. “Yee don’t mean.. I just walked up to ‘m to see if the greensprout noticed, but one look at lill ol’me, without you and the boy dashed for his door.” He held his head, sheathing his sword. “Haln, I’m so sorry.” He looked up to the ranger. “Say, can an old guard please have a moment with his pupil?” Figuring it was just one of those traditions the ranger nodded, walking out of the house for a short minute. Re-entering the room he noticed the key missing as Vilde closed Haln’s eyes. “He was never a bad sort. Seems like the children aren't here though, we ran up a dead end.” The guard walked over to the door. “I’ll be needing some time along now, have to think things over..” Florandus glared at Vilde’s back, a hand on his anti-charm necklace, wondering why the guard wasn’t affected. The sound of a sword unsheathing was enough to make him draw his own, not a second later did the guard’s weapon clash against the ranger’s. “Well now, isn’t this a pot’o gold at the end of a rainbow. You actually stopped it, now I get why you act so calm over killin’ mah friend. Yee murdering bastard!” The guard raised his foot an kicked the ranger back inside, running after him raising his blade to slash again. With a swift motion Florandus stabbed his sword into the man’s chest, his sword making a dent at the guard’s heart. He then pulled it to the side to block the slash. As the two weapons come together the guard’s iron sword gets a crack in it, with the Demonsilver of Florandus blade weakening the metal, and the Demonsteel edge cutting straight through. The top half of the guard’s weapon breaks off and latches itself into the wall behind them. Seeing the damage the guard recoils. “Breaking mah sword, yer full of backhanded surprises, aren’t yee?” The guard knew his weapon wouldn’t persevere against many more parries, making him run at the younger man aiming the sword to stab Florandus neck. Repaying the favour Florandus kicked Vilde in the chest, allowing him to step aside from the attack and force his own blade through the dent in the guard’s armor and straight through the man’s heart. Pulling out from that the ranger stood back, seeing Vilde collapse onto his pupil. The old man couched up a handful of blood before dropping his sword and looking to Haln. “I’m sorry Boy, Justice just doesn’t.. favour the righteous.” At that he bled out, closing his eyes and drawing his last breath.

=Chapter 7: Picking up the pieces.=

The house was quiet now, only two bodies and one ranger. Florandus closed the door to prevent more people from attacking him in a frenzy. He sat down, looking them both over. “I had a feeling about you Vilde.. Would you still live if I had caught you on your lie back at the market?” He rested a hand on his face. “What’s done is done.” He stood up and searched both bodies, making sure not to cover himself in blood, for it would make leaving the village all the more troublesome. On Haln he found a letter stating his undying love to a woman calling herself Mirvana, which would explain the papers on his desk. He also found the key to the house. On Vilde he found a similar love letter to the same woman, and the key he saw lying on the bed stool earlier. Florandus pondered this to himself. “A key was made of Iron, so surely it was made by the blacksmith? He can tell me where this one goes to.” He stood up, noticing the gem from before. Walking closer to it he could feel the increasing warmth from his necklace. He raised his sword, stabbing and breaking the gem in pieces, destroying the charm-effect. The ranger sheathed his weapon and headed out for the blacksmith once more. Leaving Haln’s house locked as to keep prying eyes from panicking. Soon enough he had reached the metalworkshop again, with the two boys waving as he came. The father set down his hammer and placed a sword back in his bucket. “Back again? What is it this time?” The ranger took the key from Haln out of his pocket and placed it on the smith’s anvil. “Can you tell me where this key goes to?” The middle-aged man rubbed his bald chin curiously. “A double-edged lock-key. I believe this one goes to the warehouse. Though nobody uses that place. I don’t even understand why we even wasted the metal and wood on that thing.” The ranger tapped his head mockingly. “So here is a key to a building that nobody ever uses and is big enough to store lots of wares, or people?” The man raised from his thoughtful gaze. “The children. The warehouse is in the middle of the village, next to the inn. Do we go there with a group of men, or do you have some idea to check it out?” Florandus chuckled surprisingly. “We? Don’t get your hopes up, we can’t be sure if they are there or not. I’ll check it out myself first, if you don’t mind.” The father placed a hand on the back of his head. “That sounds reasonable, if they aren’t there I’ll be made out for a fool.” With a small gesture the ranger left the man. “You might hear how it went later, see you around.” The man nodded. “Yeah, yes. I too have work to do.” He picked the sword back up from the bucket and resumed his work.

=Chapter 8: Showing the produce.=

Walking through the village the ranger passed by the few stalls and families going about their daily lives. Reaching the warehouse Florandus found that the blacksmith was right. Scotched in between the inn and the general store was a large barn-like building that seemed twice as dilapidated as those at either side. He took out the key and unlocked it, quickly going inside to lock it behind him. Once inside he was shocked at how the monster world could once-again surprise him so much. The inside of the warehouse was almost like a house, only half of that house seemed to be made into a sex dungeon. On a wall to the right he saw seven young boys around the same age of the blacksmith’s children, all naked and chained to cackles to the wall. While the sight itself was not the most tasteful it was even more so when he noticed five of them with small horns, wings and tails growing from their bodies. On the left of the house he saw a woman wearing only lingery assemble what seemed like a row of dildos. Her head had similar horns, her back had wings, and her posterior had a spaded-tail coiling around her right leg and going back into her panties. The woman was clearly a succubus, and one humming a tune at that while swaying her booty from side to side. “My little alpies, I’ll make you shine. Age to good alpies, like a fine wine~. Once you’re done I’ll sell you good, I wonder who you’ll bring ina sexy mood~.” Cheerfully the succubus turned on the spot, holding one of the toys in hand. She skipped over to one of the boys on the wall and stuck the dildo into the boy’s backdoor, causing him to moan. The Succubus chimed. “Oh, that’s a good boy. Become a cute little alpy for me, won’t you?” With her hands she skilfully worked the toy in the child’s behind as he wiggled and shuddered.

=Chapter 9: The big climax.=

Florandus too out his bow and tried to ignore the children as they were being worked into good little toys. “M-minerva?” Immediately the Succubus yelped and fell back to the ground with wide eyes. “Wah?! W-who the hell are you?! How did you get in here?” The ranger walked up to her with his bow drawn at her. “You are going to tell me what the hell is going on, r-right now.” To his right he could see the boy that was just being trained wiggle his lower boy. “D-don’t stop.. I want more.” Seeing the man distracted the Succubus tried to compensate her fear with delight. “A-aren’t they great? They are such good boys, or nearly girls for that fact.” “I will tell you. Just, just let me show you.” Florandus stood back a step. “Fine, tell me everything.” Minerva stood up and dusted her behind off, looking to the boys and the toy laying on the ground beneath one of them. She picked it up and stuck it back in the boy’s backdoor, using her magic to make it go in and out on its own much to the delight of the boy. “You see, I’m making alps for the incubi that need them. Not everyone can get their rocks off with just any girl. Some want their sex-slave to have been male beforehand. A-and they like it too, I’m not doing it against these boy’s wishes, you know? Don’t hurt me..” The ranger averted his eyes from the toy while it ravaged its used. “Where do you get them from? There have been kidnappings in the area here.” The monster giggled nervously while shrinking in a bit. “That, could have been me. I sneak into people’s homes, find a young boy and sex him into submission. Then I take them here and show them the pleasures of getting ‘it’ shoved inside them.” At this point the moaning and whining from the boys began working on the ranger’s nerves. “A-and why the young age?” At this the woman’s eyes shined with pride. “Because up to this point they haven’t learned what it feels like to give ‘it’ to others. The perfect blank slate to work on~” He looked them over, only five out of seven still retaining their manhood. Despite already having grown horns and such. “Can they be turned back?” The Minerva gave him a weird look. “What? Why on earth would I do that? For now they will keep their little willies till their new owner feeds them their babybatter. Then they will become fully female, and have their poles replaced by holes.” As if on queue she showed a wide grin and flicked her fingers for the other toys to magically use the vacant boys. The ranger drew back his arrow at her. “You took innocent kids against their parents will from their families, turned them into ‘this’ without a way to undo it and sold them off as sex-slaves. It's honest work, but I can’t let you do that any longer.” The woman started sweating uncontrollably, the beads of water trickling down her cleavage. “S-sure you can. Y-you know what? I promise you I won’t do it anymore without their parent’s consent, I’ll even leave the village and go somewhere else. Alright? I-I’ll even let you keep all these? You surely wanna try them out having come all the way in here?” Wanting to do one last test before he would stop her from ever doing such things again, Florandus motioned her with his bow to go to where she made the toys. Complying the nervous girl walked over to the counter where she assembled her toys. “W-what more do you want, do you want me? I can sex your brain out; just ask Haln, he’ll confirm that.” The ranger narrowed his eyes. “About him, he’s dead. What do you have to say about that?” Minerva’s tail moved out of her panties for a moment. “Haln is dead? A-at least I still have Vilde.. Neither are husband material, b-but they are good in the sack.” At that Florandus loosed his arrow into the woman, causing her to collapse in the same manner as Haln. “They loved you, but I guess that’s just the charm-magic talking.”
 * Florandus turned his attention back at her, causing her to wave her hand in his direction. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, and don’t shoot.”

=Chapter 10: Heroes get the girl.=

Behind him he still heard the sexual noises from the boys, seemingly still a problem. With a big sigh he gave them another check, all fully enjoying the magic toys without even a hint of awareness what just happened to their owner. He found some of the clothes belonging to the children, unlatching a fully-alped one from her bounds. Immediately the alp clung to his groin, nuzzling her face into it happily while the toy still worked on her behind. With a dreamy smile she looked up at him. “Master, I love you.” He placed his hand on her head, surprised as she smiled from what she saw as affection. He gave her the clothes and told her to wear them. With a small pouty face she put them on. “How can we play if we have clothes on?” He petted her head and pulled her into his arms, her still giggling while the magic toy was now wedged in-between her underwear and her backdoor. “I’m taking you to your family.” After a troublingly long time asking the alp who her family was Florandus finally walked out of the warehouse, leaving the others to enjoy their sexual ruse a bit longer. The ranger walked over to one of the houses and knocked on the door while the alp clinged to him like a baby monkey with a parent. A couple opened the door, stumped with silence. The mother spoke up first. “That’s our boy, what happened to him?!” The father pulled his wife away from the child. “That is NOT our boy, that is a monster! Out, away, go!” The alp looked up from her savior to her parents, a little sad, but relieved as well. “I love you too, mom and dad.” The mother with tears in her eyes spoke through sniffles. “We love you too, take care out the..” “Stop talking to that monster!” At that the father slammed the door shut. The young man holding the alp could only look in unbelief, he grabbed the hilt of his weapon, but felt the hand of the alp on his. With the little girl shaking her head at him. “It’s fine, my master.”

Over the next day Florandus stayed in the warehouse. A message was sent to the Ranger’s guild, the dead buried and the contract fulfilled. The two unchanged children could return to their parents, but the other five where refused from coming home. Instead they spent a full day and night playfully tormenting Florandus as he tried to keep them all dressed, away from his own rod, and out of his sight whenever one of them desired to use one of the toys left behind by the succubus. The day after that a flock of harpies came to take them all back to the guild where the orphans became new members.

=Chapter 11: The after initiation.=

At the guild after initiation.

The little alp pouted at her guardian, her tail wiggling over the matrass. "I'm so hungry, can't I at least lick your popsicle a little bit?" Florandus tried to hide a blush on his face. "We really can't, I'm not like that. I can't pretend like I don't know you were originally a boy." The alp held her stomach, looking pleadingly to her saviour. "Please.. I'm starving, my tummy hurts." Florandus chewed his lower lip at that, not able to remember an alternative. He finally closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "I-if it will keep you from starving, I'll allow it only this once. N-now get on with it..." The alp looked up at his face and giggled a bit, feeling embarrassment from the about to be done act. "Okay.. Here I go." She raised the blanket that divided their bodies, her eyes dreamily drifting over his waist as she licked her lips. She lowered her head and nuzzled the ranger's lowered pole. A shy lick was given to the tip and the mast immediately stood high and proud. The alp eeped at seeing it move, she stroked the length with a gentle hand. She stuck out her tongue and licked along the shaft, mesmerized by the taste. She looked up at her suitor. "Does it feel good?" The young man was looking away, he stroked a hand gently over the alp's soft fluffy hair, pushing her head back against his pole. The alp smiled, folding her lips around the tip of the pole and sucking on it like a lolipop. She raised her ever so young tushy in the air, wiggling her bum for the ranger while her tail teased her new hole. The ranger himself stared intently at the tail teasing the girl's lovechannal, repeating quietly to himself over and over that the one sucking him off was definitely a girl. The alp felt that she was doing good, feeling the pole's tip throb in her mouth. She took in more, sucking herself onto half-mast. One of her hands went to touch and stroke the base of the rod while her other hand slid along her figure to her raised booty, tweaking her tailbase and gasping from the feeling. Florandus groaned as he felt a need swell up, the fact he tried to remember so desperately earlier seemed less and less relevant by the second. His hands no longer stuck to the bed, took hold of the alp's hips. He arched his back, pushing the post-boy further down his pole while his lips met with her nethers. The alp's eyes rolled back, she moaned loudly and openly. Her tail coiled around her lover's head while her waist rode his face. Her mouth sucked on his now completely engulfed pole, coiling her tongue around his shaft. The young man pressed his lips to the alp's cherry, tasting her juices and enjoying her raw scent. His hands held her hips as close as he could, enthusiastically fondling her perky bum. The alp moaned around her lover's pole as her behinds where wholly attended to. Florandus gasped and his alp-toy-boy felt something thicky and sweet fill up her mouth, a cute coo could be heard as the alp drank the mouthful of liquid pleasure. She sucked away at the delicious taste. The young men's mouth was filled with a tasty waterfall of alp juice as well. His tongue happily licked and lapped all the fleshy walls he could. Having spent herself the alp slumped forward on the bed with her booty high. She got a few seconds of blissful rest till suddenly something entered her without warning. Her scream turned to a lusty moan as her ranger grabbed her tush, taking her hard and deep from behind like some primal beast without control.

That night was the first time she would get praise, for successfully seducing her target into getting her way, but also a spanking, for tricking her own headmaster into soaking his bed in smelly substances.

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