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You've quite the choice to make. Many a wonderful maiden, and a lone, eager femboy now await your choice and yours alone. It's just, well, difficult to make! Even without having spent so much downtime with your fair share of them, each of the encounters are memorable.
Arianna and her husky, sultry words, promising you all manner of delight in her chambers. Maria, who despite being so dominant and more than a little scary, has a master's touch and is more than willing to spread her legs. The Maiden in Black, who thus far has only let you get a taste of her feet and little else.
There is, of course, the rougher dalliances. Vicar Amelia will not leave your mind anytime soon, as thrilling as it was terrifying as you used her mouth to get off while avoiding being swallowed. An equally monstrous Quelaag might give her a run for her money. She made it abundantly clear she wanted to harvest more from you than merely your seed, and will likely follow through with gusto, given the chance.
Yet, despite every name and face that flashes in your mind, you keep coming back to the same pair. The two women who gladly pampered you after every return visit to the calming bonfire. About the only beings in this universe who could offer anything close to similar comfort.
Alas, it's crystal clear you can only choose one, taking the proverbial plunge as you approach a fog wall, touching it with a trembling hand before force yourself to cross-over into the realm that awaits...
It's almost strange; seeing such a well-furnished bedroom. Lavish lamps, light beaming in through ornate windows. Most eye-catching of all is the golden-trimmed bed, sheets and pillows in a lust-driven crimson hue. It looks so soft and inviting, yet cannot compare to the vision of the woman you chose to share in such an honour.
The Fire Keeper smiles at you, standing at the foot of the bed. She wears nothing but the silver band across her eyes, arms stretched out wide so you can take in every curve. From her buxom bosom that hangs so free, to her hips that almost seem made for pleasure. Even her hair seems specially done, let loose from its braid as it hangs free behind her.
“Champion,” she whispers, word practically catching in her throat before she releases it anew with a sigh. “You have chosen me?”
“How could I not?” you ask in return, hastily closing the distance.
She doesn't object as your hands find her waist, relishing her soft skin as you grab firm. Leaning in, you claim her lips, breath tickling you as you savour the first hint of her sweet taste. Seconds stretch, your crotch pressing into hers as you bask in her heat, almost whining as she pulls away.
“C-come,” she half-orders, slipping from your grip and gesturing to the bed.
Even were you not so lust-addled, you'd gladly trust her fully. She may not be able to see you truly, but you feel her eyes all the same as you crawl into bed. Lying there with your head nestled in the copious amount of pillows, you smile as you follow her brief journey to beside the bed.
A soft grunt is all she allows as she hops into bed, making her intentions clear as she crawls over you. With her head down between your legs and her knees flanking your head, you prompt a groan as you reach up, grabbing her cushy rear with both hands. For a moment, she tenses, only to fight fire with fire.
How you gasp as her hot, wet tongue lashes against your tip. Cock twitches as she laps at you again and again, tauntingly lowering her slick pussy to your face with every new lick. Breathing her lust-laced scent deep, you wait no longer as your lips find her folds.
The Fire Keeper shudders as you kiss her, pursing and puckering your lips as you tease her slick folds. Not to be outdone, you hear her gulp before you feel her silken lips wraps around your cock. There's no hesitation as she sinks deep, swallowing half before stopping. As her eager tongue swirls around your girth, you free your own as you lick her.
It's such a joy to feel her so hastily retreat, only to groan in delight as you spread her folds with forceful licks, all while feeling her soft behind. She can't help but grind against your busy tongue, only to challenge you anew as she gobbles you up. Hints of a gag fill the air as you tease her tight throat, your turn to pause as you groan in delight.
Almost a battle in its own right, you constantly trade blows as you aim to one-up each other. Whenever you flick a sensitive area, she retaliates with a sudden bob, choking on you. Sliding down and teasing her clit earns you a rapid swirl of the tongue. Even playful licks are countered with gentle bobs, neither of you conceding an inch of ground.
Fitting, then, that you reach the pinnacle of true bliss together.
Her legs shiver and shake, threatening to buckle as you drive your tongue deep. All the while, your muscle tense, a welcome pressure in your core boiling over. You can't help but relish her sudden display of bliss, folds shuddering as walls tighten. Thighs clap together as hot juices flow, lapped up as they squirt and staining you where you miss.
The Fire Keeper isn't free of your own climax, twitching just shy of her throat as you burst! Thick, potent loads fire free, her gulps mingling with gags as she desperately swallows. So hot, wet and tight, you groan whenever your mouth is free, swimming in bliss as she drinks down every drop. Even your dregs suffer the same fate, joining the rest of your seed in her belly as she tenderly sucks well-beyond your end.
Things move as slow as the cosmos after she finally spits you free. She takes her sweet time crawling down, only to roll over and crawl back up. Soft, full breasts press into yours, her lips hovering beside your cheek as arms wrap around you. You're going nowhere, and she knows it.
“It must have been a tough choice,” she purrs, almost sleepy if she wasn't so hungry.
“You and the Doll were both incredibly kind to me,” you confess.
Surprisingly, she nods. “Yes, we both understood your task.”
“A shame I couldn't crown two winners.”
You almost flinch as the room fills with fog, if only for a passing moment. As it clears, you wrap a protective arm around the Fire Keeper, a figure staring at you from the foot of the bed.
Oh, it isn't some monster or final trial. Only the Plain Doll you were just speaking of.
“I don't-” you begin, shushed by the Fire Keeper of all people.
“A consolation prize,” The Doll explains, smiling wide as her curious eyes look both of you over.
You don't say a word. You don't need to. A simple pat of the bed by your side is all you need, the Doll letting herself in bed and completing a rather familiar sandwich.
It's only fair, she's definitely your number two, after all...