The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  “Come here,” he tells you.

  You climb onto the bed next to him, kissing him as the elf attends to his cock. The coarse fur on his face slides through your fingers as you stroke his cheek. His thick bovine tongue feels almost like a cock inside your mouth. You suck on it, massaging it with your own much smaller one.

  He fondles your breasts and tickles between your thighs. His fingers come away wet with your arousal.

  You look down at the elf. Her cheeks are blushed. She slides her lips along the minotaur’s cock, taking him as deep as she can go. The minotaur groans and his grip tightens on her hair. He slips one of his fingers of the other hand inside you as you watch the elf deep throat him.

  The elf continues to pleasure him with her mouth as you grind against his fingers. Not too long after you feel yourself coming.

  The minotaur too looks like he is about to cum, but the elf won’t let him. He groans as his slick cock pops out of her mouth, then lies back on the bed. You fall against him, his fingers still inside you.

  The elf climbs up to join you.

  Straddle the minotaur’s cock.

  Straddle the minotaur’s face.

  You straddle the minotaur’s cock, teasing it with your wet pussy.

  The elf positions herself over the minotaur’s head, facing you. His thick tongue laps at her thighs, licking up her juices. She grinds down on him and you see his tongue enter her.

  You too want him inside you and grasp his cock in both hands. You savor the feeling of his flared head coaxing you open.

  The elf leans forward and gently stops you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she says. “This one’s particularly good at getting us non-minotaur women pregnant and I wouldn’t want you to leave us with something extra tonight.”

  You keep his cock pressed against your entrance, aching to let it inside you. But the elf’s warning stops you from going any further.

  “It’s okay,” she says. “There are plenty of other ways for us to pleasure each other.” She grinds against the minotaur’s snout and lets out a moan.

  Make use of your hands and mouth instead.

  Take his cock inside you another way.

  You straddle the minotaur’s face, teasing his snout with your wet pussy. The elf positions herself over the minotaur’s cock. She rubs her pussy against his length.

  The minotaur’s thick tongue laps at your thighs, licking up your juices. You grind down on him and feel his tongue enter you. It fills you as well as any cock could, and its dexterity allows him to massage you in ways a cock couldn’t.

  You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths, massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies. The elf tells you the minotaur has never failed to impregnate the women he mates, so you avoid any activities that might get you pregnant. But everything else is fair game. And the couple is quite good at what they do.

  Only when the three of you are utterly spent do you make it back down to the feast. You feel giggly, your legs wobbly. The three of you lean on each other as if drunk, kissing and groping your way back down to the great hall.

  The king’s announcement.

  You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths, massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies. You avoid any activities that might get you pregnant, but everything else is fair game. And the couple is quite good at what they do.

  Only when the three of you are utterly spent do you make it back down to the feast. You feel giggly, your legs wobbly. The three of you lean on each other as if drunk, kissing and groping your way back down to the great hall.

  The king’s announcement.

  You need to have the minotaur inside you and know how to get around the elf’s warning. You slide the head of his cock backwards until it rests between your butt cheeks.

  His slick cock enters you easily, flared head and all. You are better able to receive his full length this way than any other, and the minotaur seems to appreciate it. He moans against the elf’s pussy as you fuck him with your ass.

  You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other, fucking and massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies even after the minotaur has cum deep inside you. The couple is quite good at what they do, and so are you.

  Only when the three of you are utterly spent do you make it back down to the feast. You feel giggly, your legs wobbly. The three of you lean on each other as if drunk, kissing and groping your way back down to the great hall.

  The king’s announcement.

  You politely take your leave of the centaur and join the couple.

  The minotaur grabs your hand as the elf pulls him out of the hall giggling. You follow them upstairs.

  “I’m glad you came with us,” the elf says, opening the door to the couple’s chambers. “Minotaurs are insatiable and I can never satisfy him on my own.”

  She begins to undress as the minotaur goes to sit on the bed. Her breasts are pert with upturned nipples. Her hips follow a slight curve to her slim thighs. Just looking at her you can guess she is incredibly flexible.

  You follow her lead and let your dress fall to the floor.

  The elf eyes you up and down. She smiles. “Not bad at all. What do you think?” she asks the minotaur.

  He replies, “I think I want you both over here before I burst out of my pants.”

  “After you,” the elf says.

  You go to the minotaur. His lusty eyes take in your body. His fingers graze your buttocks. You can see the outline of his cock in his pants straining for your touch.

  Attend to his cock.

  Kiss him.

  You just want this to be over. You give Sybil the dagger.

  She winks at you and stands. You hear Vale gasp and turn to see him clutching his stomach, the dagger thrust in to the hilt.

  “Kitten,” he moans. His eyes are wide with fear.

  You smell smoke and see flames climbing up the curtains all around the room. The guests go into a panic. Sybil runs for the exit.

  You crawl over to Vale, who is lying in a pool of his own blood. You never should have given Sybil the dagger. But how could you have known she would do something like this? There is nothing you can do but hold Vale close as he dies.

  “I wish you remembered me,” Vale mutters. “How I was when we were young. How I took care of you, even after I joined the Order.”

  His words don’t make any sense. He must be delirious from the blood loss. You tell him to be quiet, to save his energy. But you know his end is near.

  Vale pulls you close. “I liked how you needed me. I craved your desperation for my approval. I should have loved you back but I was scared you’d grow bored. I was foolish, kitten, and I ruined it all.”

  The room is filling with black smoke. It’s getting hard to breathe. The other guests have fled but you can’t leave Vale.

  “Kiss me,” he says.

  You know you can’t. He warned you when you first met that you couldn’t touch him directly. Not unless the Old Ones were possessing him.

  “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I’ll be gone soon.”

  You lean down and kiss him deeply. You can feel your head start to spin as the smoke engulfs you, but still you kiss him. It is bittersweet to feel his touch again knowing that it will be the last time. You feel like the air is being sucked out of the room, out of your lungs. Maybe you should have escaped when you had the chance. But now it’s too late.

  The flames close in.

  Epilogue.

  Through clenched teeth you tell Sybil to choke on it. You’re not letting her gain Vale’s favor so easily.

  Sybil tries to yank the dagger from you but you hold tight.

  “You’re offending our guests,” Vale says to the both of you.

  He pushes Syb
il out of the way and takes the dagger from you. He fluidly slices the man’s throat open. You can hear his blood splatter the stones, running into the carvings to complete the spell.

  The room goes cold and a dark fog floats up from the floor. Amidst the fog is a figure, a woman with blonde hair. She approaches the king.

  “My love,” she says falling into his lap.

  The king hugs her tightly. He tells her how much he missed her, how he waited for her return.

  The fog clears and you notice that Sybil is gone. You think she might be upset you foiled her plan. Whatever happens to you for disobeying Vale, you can at least find comfort in knowing she’s not getting him either.

  With tears in his eyes, the king addresses Vale. “The Order has shown itself a true ally of the kingdom. Tyven welcomes you with open arms and bids its friends do the same.”

  One by one the nobles bow to pledge their allegiance to the Order. Vale looks smug as he watches them. He has finally gotten what he has always wanted.

  Epilogue.

  You decide to do as Vale says and make the most of the feast. As you look around you notice a few giggly guests sneak off to another room. There are also the leashed creatures if you’re looking for something a bit more taboo.

  See what’s in the other room.

  Go enjoy what this new world has to offer.

  You tell Vale you only want him.

  “Then I guess I don’t have much choice,” he says looking pleased.

  He takes you into an adjacent room that is much quieter. The windows are open and there is a breeze coming in.

  Vale has you turn around and undoes your dress. His leather-clad fingers slide along your spine. The dress slips to the floor and you step out of it.

  Vale softly massages your breasts from behind. You can feel his breath on your neck but he is careful not to touch you.

  “You never told me why,” you say.

  Vale’s fingers circle your nipple. “I sacrificed a part of myself when I opened my body to the Old Ones. There is a part missing from my soul, carved out to give space to those who possess me. It is like a black hole, able to suck in any soul that touches it. And if anything with a soul were to touch me directly, they would find themselves forever trapped inside me. Only death would free us from each other.”

  You try to imagine sharing Vale’s body. You would be able to feel his pleasure, his pain, and hear his thoughts. It would be far more intimate than anything you could do to him now. But you would be stuck inside his body, unable to move freely through the world.

  Vale’s hands slip between your legs. His gloved fingers are soon wet. You ache to have him inside you, to feel his tongue against your skin, but you understand why you can’t.

  You rub his cock through his robe feeling it get harder. Vale moans weakly, his fingers moving faster against your clit.

  “Turn around,” he says and you turn to face him. The lust in his eyes makes it harder to hold back.

  He takes something from his robe, a smooth glass rod with a bulb at one end. You brace yourself against him and raise one leg, hooking it around his waist. He slides the dildo into your pussy. It soon warms from your heat. You close your eyes and imagine Vale inside you. It’s the closest you will ever get to what you really want.

  Epilogue.

  You follow the giggling guests into the next room and feel as if you have stepped into a beautiful dream. Laughter and happy voices float out to where you are as naked men and women drink, eat, and play with each other, their fine clothes strewn carelessly about the floor. It looks like quite a good time. A centaur greets you and invites you to sit with his friends, a minotaur and an elven woman. You go to where they are sitting on a pile of cushions.

  The centaur carefully folds his equine legs and offers you a drink. He seems unable to keep his eyes off you.

  “Never seen a human woman before?” the elf teases him.

  The centaur smiles. “Not one this exquisite. Who are you?”

  You think of the forest, and the grey fog that clouds your memories before that. You introduce yourself as a noble from Doria.

  “What a pity,” the minotaur says to you. “Too far to go visit. Ever make it down to the southern sea?”

  You shake your head.

  The minotaur whispers something to the elven woman, who giggles. She says to you, “My friend and I were just about to retire to our chambers for a bit. Join us. We can show you how we pass the time in our homeland.”

  The centaur interrupts, “Or perhaps you would stay and drink with me instead.” His eyes gleam with the intoxication of both wine and lust.

  Stay with the centaur.

  Go with the couple.

  You decide to take advantage of what this new world has to offer and approach a mage holding the leash of one of the creatures. The creature broad-shouldered with longer arms than legs, and two ram’s horns curving out from its head. Its face is humanoid with a low, broad nose like that of a sheep. Its skin is a deep black, all the way down to its pair of flared cocks already wet from use.

  The mage bows his head slightly. “May the Old Ones watch over you.”

  You return his greeting.

  He asks, “Are you looking for something a bit different tonight? My friend here perhaps?” He tugs on the leash and the creature snorts. Its eyes are like embers smoldering after a fire. “Or perhaps I can interest you in something we caught from the sea. I’ve never tried it myself, but I’ve heard great things about slime baths for full body relaxation.”

  Take the collared demon.

  Go for a slime bath.

  You choose the demon. The mage smiles and hands you the leash.

  “Have fun,” he says. “But not too much.”

  You take the beast into the next room, your body quivering with anticipation. You tie the end of the leash around a stone pillar while you undress. The demon waits patiently. You carefully walk towards him.

  You stand before the beast, your nipples hard and pussy already wet. You stroke his broad shoulders, his muscled chest. He snorts impatiently but doesn’t attack you. His cocks twitch in anticipation.

  You turn around and present yourself to him. He sniffs between your legs before licking there with his long, tapered tongue. You moan in pleasure, squeezing your breasts as the demon makes you slick.

  Once fully prepped, the demon pushes you down on your hands and knees. Your heart thuds in your chest as you try not to think of how big he is and how much you’ll need to stretch to accommodate both his cocks. If he treats you roughly, you might not make it out of the room alive.

  You feel the demon’s cock against your pussy, pushing you open bit by bit. You breath deeply. The flared tip pops in then the rest follows until you can’t possibly stretch any more. The demon bumps against you, trying to fit more in. You moan weakly in protest. When you look down you can see your stomach bulging each time the beast moves his hips.

  Finally he gives up and pulls out, giving you a momentary breath before driving back into you. You feel like the air is being pushed out of your lungs with each thrust. Tears fill your eyes as you lose yourself to the demon. You can’t believe how much his rough fucking is turning you on.

  The beast’s second cock slides against your ass cheeks making you ache to be filled there too. You beg the demon to fuck your ass, hearing the depraved words tumble out of your mouth as if spoken by another. Who knew you were such a slut for demon cock? You plead and moan until the demon listens. He positions his second flared cock against your ass and thrusts hard.

  Stars fill your vision as you’re stuffed in both holes. You scream and moan, babbling incoherently for the demon to use you. He scrapes his fingers down your back leaving red marks as you tell him to make you come.

  You feel him filling you up, his demon seed finding a home deep inside you. He continues to fuck you until you too start to come. He pulls out just in time for you to squirt harder than you ever have before. Yo
u fall to the floor, temporarily blacking out. When you come to the mage is standing over you. The demon is gone.

  “I trust you were satisfied?”

  You shakily get to your feet and dress. Vibrations run through your body as you return to the party.

  Vale catches your eye from across the room. The way he looks at you makes your knees weak. You’re sure he knows what you’ve been up to.

  Go to him.

  Pursue other pleasures.

  You choose the slime bath.

  The mage hands the leash over to another guest and takes you to a room with a large metal bathtub in the center. It is filled with an undulating, jellylike liquid. It smells of the sea and is translucent with a faint blue tinge.

  “Sea slimes,” the mage says. “They don’t usually appear around Tyven but we were lucky. Please take your time and relax. I’ll be outside if you need me.”

  The mage leaves you to undress and take your first tentative feel of the bath. The gelatinous liquid is pleasantly warm and gives a gentle sucking sensation as you lift your fingers out. You sit on the edge of the tub and dip a foot in. The gelatinous liquid starts moving up your leg, crawling like something alive. You dip your leg in further, then the other one too, watching as the liquid moves steadily upwards past your knees and towards your waist. You slide the rest of your body into the tub.