Return to Pawghalla p4: The Tempo (MF) (fantasy)

While the entrance to Pawghalla was nondescript, Tempo seemed to grow and sprawl before the travel party once they rounded the final crag. Vince hadn’t expected a large city after the cute cabins and relaxed village. Vince’s nerves intensified as a guard approached. “Welcome to Tempo. We received word of your visit and set housing aside. Vince, enjoy tonight, because your test begins tomorrow morning.” After leading the party to an inn, the guard saluted and return to his post, allowing them to explore.

Vince was very accustomed to the modern, mundane city, but his former home couldn’t compare to Tempo. The gulf sized difference was exacerbated by the beauty and openness of the people. Occasionally he would see the brown bands of a Pawghalla visitor or even the olive bands of their cleavage-baring, top heavy rivals village. The Tempo residents wore a wider range of clothes and colors, but it seemed every resident knew their best features and accentuated to match.

Eventually, Vince and Carly found themselves in a pub after the rest of their party split off for their own adventure. He had been talked out of a mundane ale for a stronger magical spirit and any nerves were melting away, just in time for Carly to say, “I think you should experience a Tempo before your test, and I see some interested parties,” while nodding towards a couple that poorly masked their interest. Carly bounced off, and after a quick chat, she returned with the couple.

They were a matched set, with tight, brown shorts and no shirts to show off his muscularly lined chest and her perky, bouncy tits. Carly introduced them as Belle and Jason. Immediately, Belle made her move on Vince while Carly and Jason flirted. Batting her eyelashes and rubbing his thigh, Belle whispered, “she told me you needed to experience a Tempo tonight. I’d be happy to show such a sexy stranger, particularly when she described your abilities.” She took Vince’s hand and led him back to their house, leaving Jason and Carly to have another drink.

“A person using a Tempo becomes the master of time and rhythm of the situation. A warrior like you will find a style that allows you to fuck and fight in the same matter. For example, Jason creates a languid Tempo where every movement becomes hyper focused and hyper intense.” Vince enjoyed his little data download, sitting on the edge of Belle’s bed while her boobs bounce animatedly to the rhythm of her voice. “My Tempo is more rhythmic and balletic and it comes out best when I ride. But we gotta get loose first.” The drinks had loosened Vince up already, leading him to remove Belle’s remaining clothes and have them fall onto the bed together, lips and tongues furiously mashing together.

Vince was exhilarated by Belle’s sexy body and the promise of this new erotic magic and let her take charge. On his back, Belle kissed down his body. She switched to her tongue past his stomach, tracing his muscular lines, before circling his cock with her licks. She then took him deep into her throat. Vince moaned, watching her sexy mouth bob up and down.

Her soft, wet lips worked in an even rhythm around his cock, magnetizing Vince’s gaze and attention. She arched her ass, which nearly rivaled a Pawghalla villager, in the air while she methodically pleasured her attentive partner, before breaking the spell to say, “it’s your turn.”

Belle laid on her back, while Vince swung around and buried his face between her legs. Vince tried to match her even precision with his licks and touches, and once he hit a steady rhythm, Belle began to squirm and moan in delight. She wrapped her hands around his head, inviting his face deeper between her delicious thighs. Vince’s lips sucked her sweet clit, tongue flicking in rhythmic pulses while his fingers slid and out. “Oh,” Belle moaned, “you got some moves.” Her hips ground against his face in delight as she came on his tongue and fingers.

Vince freed himself to climb on top of her. “Let me show you my skills.” He took a perky nipple in his mouth while guiding his shaft up her wet slit. She gasped as he stretched her out inside. “That’s so big,” she said as her body danced against his groin. Vince surrendered to her seductively gyrating core and hips for a time. “Oh, fuck,” they moaned in unison, Vince drunk on her body.

“Give It to me, Vince,” she urged, keeping her rocking hips steady. Taking her encouragement, he eased further against her dancing motion, stroking deep into her warm, wet, and willing body. They hit a rhythm, their bodies dancing against each other with a matching beat only audible through their deep breaths and moans.

Eventually, they rolled over and now on top, Belle fully took control. Nobody had ever ridden his cock like her. On her feet in a deep squat, Belle’s hips traced a sensual circle, spiraling up and down. Her hands ran up her sides, teasing her bouncing breasts and biting her lip. Vince laid back and let a master go to work.

Time stood still. Nothing in or around the room moved beyond Belle’s sensuous moves. Vince felt as if she rode him for hours, but she never tired and lost her rhythm. And the sight of her active hips, bouncing breasts, and lustful face drove Vince wild. Her body was ecstasy for Vince, and his pleasure simmered just below his peak, the intensity steadily building to a fever pitch.

A wicked smile crossed Belle’s face and without breaking rhythm she urged, “Vince, let it out. All at once.” Like she flipped a magic switch, Vince exploded. The intensity shook his core to its core, his mind went blank, his eyes rolled back, fingers and toes curled, and a shriek of delight escaped his lips.

After what felt like full minutes at his peak, he finally collapsed into the bed. Belle giggled. “I’m impressed. Good luck tomorrow. I’ll be happy to help you celebrate. You are always welcome inside me,” she moaned, punctuated with a kiss.

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