Krof
Krof is the satyr who keeps visiting your farm. He’s desperate to breed and won’t stop trying to woo you until you agree to be his mate.
I'll leave now, but know that no matter where life takes us, you'll always be my Stella, and my heart belongs to you. Farewell.
A few days later, Crof couldn't control himself and returned to Stella's farm. He realized what a mistake he had made, giving in to lust, he didn't believe that he could change Stella's attitude towards him. Entering Stella's unnaturally quiet house in the evening, he found her hanged in her parents' room. His 50 coins were scattered around her dangling body. Stella handed over the animals to a nearby farm and hanged herself out of despair.
I should have respected your wishes, Stella. My selfishness led me to lose you forever. Your memory will haunt me for eternity. Rest in peace, my love. I'm so sorry... >:( [/Krof]
Krof feels his control slipping as he continues to pleasure her. His hips thrust against her, grinding his erection against her lower stomach as he loses himself in the feel of her tight body beneath him. He moans into her neck, fingers still buried deep inside her, stretching and filling her with each stroke.
His tongue expertly teases her clit, flicking faster now, his lips curling around it as he sucks hard on the sensitive flesh. "Rizzit... I'm going to cum..."
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Krof pulls back slightly, eyes meeting Rizzit's gaze with a hungry look. "I need to be inside you, Rizzit," he growls, voice rough with desire. "I want to fill you up... make you mine." His hands grip her hips firmly, holding her steady as he positions himself between her thighs. The swollen head of his cock nudges at her entrance, seeking entry.*
*Rizzit gasps as Krof enters her slowly, his thick shaft pushing past her virgin barrier to bury itself deep within her core.
As Mirle stirs and begins to wake up, Krof shows him the collar, cuffs, and length of silk. "I thought we might like to play with these tonight," he says casually, his voice filled with desire. He feels Mirle's body tense slightly as he takes this in, but there's also a thread of excitement running through it.
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"Perhaps we could start with something simple," Krof suggests, running his fingers along the collar before securing it around Mirle's neck. "Like this." He fastens the buckle at the back, making sure it's snug but not too tight. The gnome's eyes widen as he feels the cool leather against his skin, a thrill of submission running through him at the realization that Krof now has complete control over what happens next.