Dragonlance bard Edgar meets sorceress Julie and puts her in her place publicly and privately. She works hard for his approval. She submits on a regular basis.

Chapter 3: Climax

Julie I will cum on Kitiara's face and eyes. You can humiliate her while I fuck her and do dirty talk, or I can have rough sex with you before the facial. Pick one.

EWW, NOT IN MY EYES!" Julie yelped, jumping back. "What kind of freak are you?!"

Kitiara just laughed and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "The kind that gets what they want."

Edgar chuckled. "And I think you're both just the type of freaks I need."

He stood up and walked over to Julie. "I'll take you first," he whispered in her ear.

"Fine with me," she replied, giving him a smoldering look.

"EDGAR! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME. NOW!"

It was Julie, caught in the act by Kitiara.

"Sorry, love," Edgar said, grinning as he zipped up his pants.

"How dare you! Thisisdisgusting."

Kitiara pouted, rubbing her sore wrists.

"Who disrespected you like that, darling?" Edgar asked with concern.

"Kitiara replied with a pout.

"Said Edgar with a smirk.

"Julie answered with a roll of her eyes.

They laughed at the absurdity of the situation before continuing to walk. Kitiara and Julie exchanged wary glances, each sizing the other up.

Edgar told Kitiara to apologize and kneel.

She did it but with a sly smile and a twinkle in her eye. Edgar asked, "Do you really mean it?" Kitiara replied, "Of course, I do, big boy. I'm sorry for being a dirty, filthy slut." Edgar rolled his eyes and Julie couldn't help but laugh.

" Fine, I'll take you up on that offer," she said, grinning wickedly.

Edgar smiled, relieved to have finally broken through Julie's walls. He had been trying to woo her for what felt like forever, but her pride and stubbornness always got in the way. But now, as he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, he knew that she was his.

Edgar fucked her doggie style first. He told her she had to tell him about a guy who had used her after every orgasm. She came right away.

The crowd gasped as Julie started to levitate Kitiara's skirt, revealing her matching red thong. Edgar facefucked her while she was in the air. He told her to list 5 guys who used her between strokes when she had to breath.

She spat out the names in a jiffy, like a machine gun. "Fine," said Edgar, as he started to facefuck Kitiara with more vigor. "You're next," he said, turning his attention to Julie.

Julie, not wanting to be left behind, took off her top and bra in one swift motion. "Show me what you've got, bard boy," she said, as she started to play with her nipples.

Edgar couldn't help but laugh, but not before he facefucked Kitiara with a brutal final stroke, leaving her gasping for air. There was come all over her face, eyes and hair and her eyes became bloodshot. Julie rolled her eyes and delivered 3 devastating 1 liners.

"Wow, you really are a whore, huh? I mean, I've heard of using your body to get ahead, but damn. And here I thought you actually had some self-respect. Guess I was wrong."

Kitiara's face fell, and Edgar coughed awkwardly. "Okay, okay," he said, stepping between them. "Let's all just calm down for a sec. We're all on the same side here."

Julie snorted. "The same side?

Ha!" Julie scoffed. "As if I'd ever be on the same side as this slutty tramp!"

Kitiara's eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth to retort, but Edgar held up a hand to stop her. "Save it, both of you. I'm not in the mood for your petty bickering."

He turned to Kitiara. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you continue with your reckless behavior. You need to get your act together."

Kitiara pouted.

"It's not fair. Why does Edgar have to be so charming and smooth? Is it because he's really good at magic tricks and can make dirty jokes without sucking?" Julie rolled her eyes. "Well, he does have that rockin' toned body and those mesmerizing blue eyes. But let me tell you something, Sister Slutty, I have powers you can't even comprehend."

Kitiara sneered. "Like what? Ability to conjure frosted Tips'n'Tails from thin air?" Julie queried, mimicking a beer commercial tagline.

With a shrug, Kitiara smirked and said, "That's a party trick for another time. For now, I have bigger targets to roast."

Edgar, sensing tension between the two women, stepped in and said with a wink, "Ah, I see you two have a bit of a rivalry brewing. Well, thank you, ladies, but I think I'm quite happy with my current arrangements.
Julie, list the 6 best ways to fuck you.

"Number 1: Doggystyle, because I'm a dirty little whore who loves feeling used. Number 2: Cowgirl, because I'm a strong independent woman who can ride you like a stallion. Number 3: Reverse cowgirl, because I want to show you my asshole. Number 4: Missionary, because sometimes a girl just wants to lay back and let you do all the work. Number 5: Spooning, because it's cozy and intimate.

Number 6: Standing up, because I want you to take me against the wall and own me like a goddess. Bonus position: The 69, because what better way to show my love for oral sex than by returning the favor in this classic position?

Julie raised an eyebrow at Kitiara, daring her to top that. But Kitiara just chuckled, looking impressed. "I like your style, Julie. You might just be a worthy adversary after all."

Edgar grinned, watching the two women banter back and forth.
Kitiara, list the best 6 ways to fuck you.

Kitiara laughed throatily, "Well, Julie my dear, I guess it's my turn to share. Let's see. Number 1: I love it from behind, it's just so dirty and wrong. Number 2: Cowgirl, so I can ride you hard and show you who's boss. Number 3: The infamous sixty-nine, because hey, who doesn't love a good blowjob while getting a tongue-lashing down south?

Number 4: A nice and slow missionary position, complete with lots of romantic and loving conversation (ha!)

Number 5: Titfucking cause I have big ones.

Number 6: A wild and passionate body slamming against the nearest available surface – this body, specifically.

Kitiara grinned at Julie, who snorted. "You really are an insatiable slut, aren't you?" she commented with a shake of her head.

Julie just shrugged coyly, clearly enjoying the attention.
Julie list 6 ways for me to humiliate Kitiara when my dick is in her mouth or pussy.

1. Call her a slut and a whore repeatedly while I fuck her.
2. Make her beg for my cock and tell her she's not worthy of it.
3. Pull out of her mid-fuck and tell her to suck my dick like the dirty little whore she is. 4. Tell her she's nothing more than a hole for me to use and discard.
5.Slap her ass and call her a stupid bitch while I pound into her hard from behind.

7. Come on her face, then mock her for looking like a slut covered in jizz.

8. Use her like a fuck doll, treating her with no respect whatsoever.

Julie giggled. "Oh, Edgar, you do know how to make a girl blush." Kitiara rolled her eyes.
Kitiara list 5 new ways to humiliated your while I fuck you.

1. Talk loudly about all the other girls I have been with, making sure to embellish my sexual prowess.
2. Make you beg for it, only to pull away and make you beg some more. And then some more after that.
3.Tell you that you're not really my type, but you'll do for now.

Tell you that you're just a booty call to me, and nothing more.

Julie, undeterred by Kitiara's scowl, continued to list off the ways to humiliate her. "And how about this one? Make you wear a ball gag and lead you around on a leash in public like my little pet.

Only allow you to say yes, no or how much more.

Call you a dirty slut when you cum and expect a thank you. Tie you up and blindfold you while I listen to the sounds of your pleasure.

"Well, I never," Julie squealed indignantly, shock registering on her face. "You truly are filth, Edgar!"

"Is that a no to my idea, dearest Julie?" Edgar drawled raunchily, winking at Kitiara.

"Careful, Kitiara, he's starting to get rough," Julie warned teasingly.

Kitiara, not wanting to be left out, started to undo Edgar's pants. She pulled out his cock and began to give him a blowjob that left him seeing stars.

"Oh, fuck. You two are going to be the death of me," Edgar groaned, half in pleasure and half in exasperation.

Julie, still standing behind Kitiara, reached around and started to squeeze Kitiara's breasts while Edgar facefucked her from behind.

"Fuck, Julie. She's so tight.

I should've brought lube.

"Enough, you two! This isn't a fighting tournament, it's a library!" the librarian scolded, hands flailing wildly.

"But I wanted to read your breastplates and armor," Edgar protested.

"You mind your own business and go home! You're banned!"

"Fine, Sue," Edgar said, throwing his hands up.

Edgar says Julie, list 5 things that you want in order of importance.

"Alright, alright," Julie replied, rolling her eyes. "First, I want a meaningful and passionate relationship. Second, I want to become the most powerful sorceress in all of Krynn. Third, I want the ability to turn invisible whenever I damn well please. Fourth, I want an endless supply of magical potions that will make me invincible in battle. And fifth, I want world peace."

Edgar laughs. "World peace? That's a pretty lofty goal, don't you think?
Kitiara list 5 things that you want in order of importance.

Kitiara, looking fierce, answered with a snarl. "First, I want to stomp on your green-eyed bitch of a rival's face. Second, I want to saddle up that fancy dragon of yours and show everyone who the real winner is. Third, I want to drag you around by the dick and make you beg me to get off. Fourth, I want to sink my nails into your overconfident chest and remind you who's boss.

Fifth, I want to make love to Edgar in front of you, just to rub it in.

Kitiara, with a devilish smile playing on her lips, laid out her desires:

Sixth, I want to put a Heimlich maneuver on you while we're in the throes of passion, just for the sheer hilarity of it.

I have to be honest Kitiara I am not the sort to beg it doesn't work for me. You are a great fuck and are fun.

They both turned their attention to Edgar, who was standing on the side, watching them intently.

"What now, oh mighty leader?" Kitiara asked sarcastically.

"Julie replied with a sassy tone.

"Edgar commented with a smoldering gaze.

"Kitiara giggled mischievously.

"Julie quipped, rolling her eyes.

"Kitiara exclaimed in astonishment.

"Julie retorted with a sly smile.

"Kitiara quipped, struggling to get up.

"Edgar said with a wide grin.

"Julie added with a chuckle.

"Kitiara muttered as she stomped off.

"Edgar winked at her, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

Kitiara scoffed, "I'd rather die than let her touch me." "Cheer up, Kitty. When I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to touch you."

"Oh, I don't doubt that," Edgar said with a smirk.
Julie, list rank 3 things guys do when they hatefuck you.

1. One, they pull out, jerk off, then do it again.
2. Two, they just use you for a quick release and ignore your feelings afterward.

3. And this is a doozy, they bring copies of their ex's photos to bed and use them as inspiration."

Kitiara giggled wickedly. "Well, there's number one: they pull your hair so hard, it gives you a bald spot. Number two: they finish inside of you, then laugh and call you a used-up whore. Number three: they bit your neck so hard, it leaves a hickey the size of a dinner plate.

And finally, number six: they straight-up ignore you the next day, as if it never even happened.

Kitiara winked at Julie, "And that, my dear, is how a true professional gets the job done."

Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes, but she had to admit, Kitiara did have a point. She had to up her game if she wanted to keep up with her.

Edgar watched the two of them banter back and forth, a sly grin forming on his face.

4. "Scream louder, dirty, whore."

Kitiara, list rank 10 more things guys generally want to do to you when they see your D cups and playful smile.

Kitiara smirked, "Sure, I can play this game. Here are the top ten things guys generally want to do when they see my D cups and playful smile:

1. Paw at them like a horny cat in heat. Beg for a glimpse of cleavage. Ask if they're real (and then proceed to grope them to check).
2. Suggestive comments about wanting to bury their face in them. Insist on buying me a drink with the hope of getting lucky later.

3. Constantly stare at my chest instead of making eye contact.
4. Make lewd comments about my body and how they would like to "fuck me till sunrise."
5. Make crude jokes about wanting to "titty-fuck me."
6. Attempt to sneakily touch my breasts while dancing or hugging. Get overly excited and make a scene if I accidentally brush against them.
7. Catcall me with degrading phrases such as "nice tits!" or "show me your boobs" while on the street.

Constantly grab at me when we're talking and treat me like a piece of meat. . Tell me it's ok to wear something revealing if I want more compliments. Slide their hand up my shirt without asking when we're in a crowded bar."

Edgar nodded, impressed by Kitiara's list. "Not bad, but I think I can top that. Check out these top ten things guys do when they hatefuck you:"

Pretend you're someone else, like their ex.

2. Ignore the safe word and don't stop until they finish.

3. Leave bruises on your body and laugh about it later.

5. Humiliate you by bringing up past mistakes and failures. Ignore your pleasure and satisfaction, only focusing on their own needs. Film the act then blackmail or shame you about it.

Edgar winked at Kitiara. "Well? What do you think? Can you top that list?"

Julie shook her head in disgust. "You're both sick."

Kitiara shrugged.

Julie, blushing, said "Well, he's pretty good with his hands too. He's magical with his fingers, if you get what I mean."

Kitiara sighed and said "I wish I had half of your talent with magic, Julie. I can't even remember the last time I used my spells for anything other than pranks and theft."

Edgar, rolling his eyes, said "That's because you haven't found the right motivation, Kitiara.

I've had my fair share of romantic encounters.

Edgar raised an eyebrow, intrigued. I suppose you do have a point there, Kitiara. However, I must admit that I have yet to witness any evidence of your talents in that department. Perhaps you could demonstrate for us later on?

Kitiara blushed and shook her head, "No, no, Edgar! Tonight is *not* the night for that!"
Kitiara now takes a facial with her eyes bloodshot from Edgar's cum, and has a dirty whore collar on and a dumb bitch crown next to her. Her tits are covered in jizz. Edgar casts major illusion of of 5 guys she fucked and liked most reacting to it each former lover a name and have each try to top each other with 1 liners. Have a guy she shot down as well
chime in.

Edgar smirked, "Kitiara, let me show you something that I have prepared for you."

He waved his hands and casted a major illusion, surprising Kitiara with 5 life-like illusions of her former lovers.

Each of them reacted with comedic one-liners, making Kitiara wince and laugh.

The first illusion spoke up, "I always knew you had a thing for guys who look like a cross between a troll and an elf, but this is ridiculous."

The second illusory figure chuckled, "You always were the type to go for the big, strong ones, weren't you Kitiara? You practically broke the bed with me," he said, flexing his ghostly muscles for emphasis.

"Oh, I thought it was just me being a crazy, sex-crazed whore," Kitiara retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I'm not complaining," Edgar grinned. "But seriously, I think we make a pretty good team, the three of us."

Julie nodded in agreement.
If we are a team, Julie, your turn. List 5 ways her former lovers and crushes could react to how she looks now and give them a cutting 1 liner.

1. "Wow, the extra pounds really make you more petite and approachable now." "Didn't realize nerds like you went for the BBW type." "When I said 'ride or die', I didn't mean this." "Guess I should've stuck with redheads." "Nice collars, slut.

Fits your personality perfectly," Kitiara quipped, adjusting the choker around her neck and stepping forward.

Edgar scowled, "You really are daft as well as greedy, aren't you? Trying to play us against each other like that won't get you very far."

Julie snickered, "Kitiara, you really do have a unique vision of how a knight should dress.
Julie list 6 emotions you feel and rank them when you see her like this.

Surprise: I can't believe it's really her! I haven't seen Julie like this since high school. Disgust: Oh my god, what happened to her? She looks like she's been eating nothing but fast food for weeks. Confusion: Is this really Julie? She looks so different. Has she always been this heavy? Fear: Please god, don't let me be the one to tell her she needs to go on a diet. I don't want to be the bad guy.

But you guys need to learn a lesson. Today, we teach you a lesson."

With that, a masked man appeared in the clearing, a smirk on his lips. "Hello there, Raistlin the evil sorcerer," Kitiara sneered. "And who might you be, masked man?" Edgar inquired, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Just someone who'd like to help you learn a thing or two about teamwork." The masked man gestured toward Raistlin.

"He's here to join forces with me in taking down you two."

Julie's eyes widened. "What?" she exclaimed. "But why?"

Raistlin just chuckled wickedly. "Let's just say I have a grudge against Edgar and I'm willing to do anything to get my revenge." "You're both fools if you think you can take us on."

Edgar's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I'm more than up for the challenge.
Edgar casts Hold person on both, masked man and Kitiara are held. Masked man dies from sword and Kitara grovels.

"Mercy, mercy, I'll never betray Edgar and Julie again! Take off the spell!"

Raistlin glares at his corpse, disgusted. "Idiot. Nobody beats Raistlin and lives... except me, of course."

Edgar releases hold spell and looks at Julie. "Well done, my dear sorceress. We make quite the team, don't we?"

Julie smiles coyly. "I think we do, Edgar.
Julie, list 5 ways to get back at her. Be brief.

Julie turned to Kitiara, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You really think you can take us on? Both of us? Pfft."

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," Kitiara snorted, rolling her eyes.

Julie grinned wickedly as she raised her arms, calling forth a spell from deep within her. "You see, Kitiara, I have a bit of a reputation to uphold.

And that reputation requires me to bang the best," Edgar proclaimed with a smirk as he continued to touch himself in front of her.

"Oh please, I've slept with some of the best," Kitiara responded, trying to match his arrogance with her own.

The sorceress, eager to make amends, drops to her knees before the bard, her heart pounding as she looks up at him. She knows she has to win back his favor, and she’s determined to do so.

Sorceress: “I’m going to make it up to you, Bard. I promise.”

She begins to work, her movements precise and practiced, but there’s a renewed sense of desperation in her actions. As she pleasures him, she murmurs two new phrases she’s crafted just for this moment:

Sorceress: “Your personal cum dump,” she whispers, the words dripping with submission.

The bard smirks, clearly pleased, and she continues with even more fervor.

Sorceress: “Your obedient little slut,” she adds, emphasizing each word with the rhythm of her movements.

As she works, Emily watches from nearby, a wicked grin on her face. She steps forward, her fingers tracing the sorceress’s skin as she begins to write new phrases on her body. Emily’s handwriting is sharp and precise, each letter a mocking reminder of the sorceress’s place.

Emily: “You know, you’re just too easy,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm, echoing Nikki Glaser’s biting humor. “It’s like you were made for this. But let’s make sure everyone knows just how much you love being used.”

Emily writes the phrases across the sorceress’s skin, each word a fresh humiliation:

"Cum-drunk toy""Stupid fucking whore""Giggling slut""Tits made for facials""Cum dumpster queen"

The sorceress shudders with each word, her resolve wavering but not breaking.

Emily: “Oh, and let’s not forget the classics,” Emily continues with a smirk, writing a few of the older phrases as well:

"Blowjob queen""Side bitch"

Emily’s voice is laced with mockery as she comments on each phrase. “You’re so predictable,” she sneers. “Always playing the same old tune. But don’t worry, we’ll keep reminding you just how low you’ve sunk.”

As the sorceress continues, her body trembling with effort and shame, Emily adds a final taunt: “Remember, Allison’s up next. If you lose this time, the next blindfolded performance will have double the audience. And you know what that means, don’t you? Twice the humiliation, twice the eyes on you, twice the laughter.” Emily winks at her rival, a cruel smile twisting her lips.

– The sorceress slumps over, exhausted, as Emily takes a step forward. – You've earned your place, alright. A surefire recipe for embarrassment. - I think we can all agree that this display lacked a certain je ne sais quoi - Any better, and my jaw would've hit the floor. That was the best sloppy seconds show I've ever seen.

Seriously, Julie, when did you get so good at giving head?

Edgar, you lucky bastard. You've got a freakin' sorceress on her knees and a band of thieves as your harem. What more could a man ask for?

Don't worry, Kitiara, my knight in shining armor will help you out of this mess.

Speaking of Kitiara, I think it's about time we learned more about our resident reactionary thief. What's your deal, Kitiara?
Julie list 5 ways you could have satisfied guys better in the past with outfits and dirty talk.
1. Yes, I've been a bad girl, daddy. I need you to punish me.:
2. A French maid costume complete with a feather duster.

3. Dirty talk: "Yes, sir, I'm here to serve you. How can I make your day easier?" Outfit: A dominatrix outfit with leather corset, fishnet stockings, and thigh-high boots. Dirty talk: "You're mine now, boy. I'm going to take control and show you who's boss."

Julie smirked, "Well, it's a wonder we're still alive, isn't it?
Have emily list 6 ways, new ones, a new girl is here today and someone will get put in their place.

Emily sighed, "Fine, here are the new ways a new girl can put someone in their place today:

1. Name them a slutty nickname that'll last a lifetime, such as 'Blowjob Betty' or 'Tits McGee'. Use your wand to cast a permanent nudity spell on them, so they have to walk around the castle in the buff.

Have them serve as the court jester, entertaining everyone with their awkward and embarrassing performances.

Have them dressed up in the tackiest and most revealing outfit, and make them perform a ridiculous musical number in front of a large crowd. Make them clean the toilets in the castle for a week, complete with rubber gloves and cleaning supplies.

Edgar chuckled, "Ok, Emily, now that's just being cruel. I think we can come up with something a little more..." he paused and looked around, as if searching for a better idea.

Then he spotted Kitiara, who was sitting on the grass a few feet away, looking moody.

"What's your problem, girl? You get rejected by Edgar again?"

She turned to look at him, glaring. "I may not have his charms, but I can hold my own against him."

"Yeah, sure. But let me tell you something, girl. Edgar's got skills that would make a stone statue cream its jeans."

Kitiara crossed her arms. "So you're just gonna stand there and judge me? You don't even know me."

He grinned. "I may not know you, but I've heard about you.