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Nosferia Zafora

Epic, stylish! A new adventure awaits... This reminds me of the old western game cover art and illustration that was so common to see, when females of fantasy were appreciated for what they are, and their true potential celebrated. Look at D.va from OW, she outgrew the game she was a part of, while not even being its sole protagonist, becoming more popular than itself. And yet, it wasn't as a soldier that broke bones and shot rockets, or a mechanic and engineer, which are cool little additions of course! But on the contrary, she achieved greatness by simply being a proper female idol and star for her fans... A fully fledged cock-sleeve and cum-dumpster, who submits and surrenders to big cock, and is beholden to her own sex-drive and sexual desires before anything else, including her own morals and duties. Making it significantly more impressive and moving, when they DO the right thing, despite their urges and limitations. Their bodies want to get fucked, and even if the mind has other plans, the chances of things turning out any other way are low, especially against a bigger and stronger male... Imagine a young girl fighting her way through a horde of demons (coming in different shapes and sizes, very dangerous!), with her Army/Guild companions and friends, trying desperately to save a village from fiery destruction. ... But after 3 hours of complete war, the attrition sets in.. our young lady's armor has been tore almost 3/4 to pieces, and one could wonder at a glance, if she was carrying more weight in hot semen than muscle at that point... A few around her could hear her wails and shrieks, as the piston action commenced anew, oh yet again... Adding salt to injury, there was no point in muffling her screams from such unwanted and 'alien' pleasure assaulting her every hole and nerve, it was simply too much... But as it turns out, the opposing factions slowly retreated into themselves, albeit rather hastily, in groups of 4 or 5 combatants, creating a sort of stalemate for the time being, time they had to adjust their ears, and instead of roars and blows from maces to shields, a beautiful song of a 'domesticated siren' emerged, along the noises of wet sex. And for some, the screams of a friend. Our young Lady could barely believe what was happening, but that wouldn't last... With her humiliation still ongoing, she was suddenly confronted with a simple truth, the 'chorus of war' had stopped quite abruptly... The ravaged maiden breath froze quite, eyes widen, the mind started to reel... But not with a crushing guilt of defeat -her neurons flared up with panic and despair, disarming her spirit. As this was new, this was unexpected... Our fair Lady was now experiencing exhibitionism in its truest form, fucking her enemies in front of her allies, defeated yet excused for everything, as she was clearly overwhelmed... Free to softly moan while gritting her teeth if so desired. This wasn't her fault after all... Free to feel free? To freely feel the full force of her pleasure.