“Your maleness is a totem,” moans Mishanna. “We worship it with our hands. We pleasure it and seek to see it explode with joy.”
“Oh, yes, explode with all sorts of joy,” I giggle.
The more of his slime that drips from his gnarled cockhead, the more easily our fingers slide up and down his length. There is no looseness to the flesh of his cock. It is not quite as hard as wood, but more like a thick reed or the stalk of some massive weed but covered in harder lumps. Each stroke of our hands on his cock produces another droplet of slime that oozes over our fingers and makes the stroking take on a lewd sound.
The more we stroke, the more lustful Kergel becomes. First he pulls aside the strap threading between Mishanna’s buttocks and begins rubbing at her crack and curling his long fingers between her legs. She lets out a cry as his fingers invade her delicate folds. He has a bit more trouble fitting his massive fingers into my tight trousers, but soon enough I have two troll fingers rubbing against my ass from inside my pants. It is a bit difficult to concentrate on wanking him properly when a finger as long and thick as a truncheon is massaging the tender clench of my sphincter. He presses a bit harder and my eyes widen as his finger pushes past that ring and into the tight passage of my ass.
“Oh! Kergel!” I cry, resisting the urge to run away from him and perhaps jump over the side of the bridge. “Gently now, please!”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Kergel ignores my words, fingers my ass and Mishanna’s quim with relish. His head is tipped back and he seems to be staring up at the moon. His cock, sticking almost straight up from his waist, suddenly throbs. It bucks violently in our grasp and Kergel bellows so loudly it startles the night birds in the trees along the banks of the stream.
He cums with the force of a steaming geyser. Troll spunk jets skyward, frothy and green in the moonlight, launching far higher than Kergel’s head before sailing back down and narrowly missing us. Mishanna and I both struggle to escape Kergel’s fingers as we wank out his cataclysmic eruption. Spunk spatters our arms and shoulders. The stink of his warm, gooey seed is everywhere.
“Go,” he groans, stumbling back from us. “Go before I change my mind. Go and leave me to my shame.”
He sags back on the bridge, falling to a sitting position. I exchange a quick glance with Mishanna.
“GOOO!” The troll roars at us and we do exactly that, running across the bridge and away from the slimy puddle the troll has left behind. He watches us go, seemingly angry about our departure, though I cannot say if he is mad at us or himself.
We cross to the other side of the stream and down the path.
CONTINUE >
Offer to let him fuck Mishanna’s tits
Considering I am strung up by my ankles from a tree branch, I don’t have a lot to offer Babo in a negotiation. The same can’t be said of Mishanna, who clearly has his interest. But will she go along with my ploy? Only one way to find out.
“Babo, wait!” I call out, gesturing with my free hand. “I can’t offer you much, but maybe my elf friend could do you a, um, favor? Something to satisfy certain needs?”
Mishanna cuts her eyes in my direction but says nothing, keeping her guard up and retreating.
“Hmmmm?” Babo strokes his white beard. “Well, I suppose, but will she let me knock her up?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” I say. “But don’t you like those big, soft elf breasts of hers?”
“Oh, you bet! Bigger than my head!” He grins up at Mishanna. “She going to pop those things out?”
“No!” snaps Mishanna.
“Yes,” I quickly reply. “More than that, she’ll smother you with them or…or smother your cock. Yes? You like that, I can see. Why not let her pleasure you with her lovely chest and then you can send us on our way?”
“Buried in the bust of an elf! It’d be a dream come true, I tell you.” He claps his hands on his thighs. “Alright. I’ll do it. Pop ‘em out, elfy. Let’s see your milk bags!”
“Disgusting,” mutters Mishanna, staring daggers at me even as she reaches to her breasts and begins unbuckling the straps and bandoliers barely preserving the vestiges of her modesty. She turns her baleful gaze on Babo and begins hefting and fondling her breasts. His eyes bug out and he yips with excitement as Mishanna’s deft fingers caress and tug at her bluish nipples.
Babo jabbers excited commands at Mishanna, “Get them down here! Oh, I’m gonna grab ‘em and I’m gonna suck ‘em! Yes, bend over! Lower! Ohhh, right in my face!”
She finally bends over him and smothers his face with her breasts. He seems to love it, even though I can’t imagine how the raunchy runt could be breathing in there. He smacks his lips and moans from within her cleavage. She lifts her breasts a bit. Babo’s grubby hands grasp her dangling tits and guide her nipples directly to his eager mouth. He slurps on them like he is eating noodle stew and I can see his wet pink tongue sliding over and around Mishanna’s thick buds and wide areolas.
“Mmmmm! So good!” He pants between slurps. “Oh, so much cream will be squirting out of these two hefty milk bags. My dairy elf. Mmmmm!”
He sucks at her like a bearded tot, closing his eyes as he moans contentedly around her glistening nipples. Mishanna winces and seems to fight back waves of pleasure. I use the opportunity to wriggle my ankles in the ropes, swinging back and forth and starting to work my feet loose. It’s going to take a while, but hopefully Mishanna sees what I am doing and knows to keep Babo distracted.
“What a bountiful beauty! I could climb on your tits all day long! Smother myself in them! Entomb me in them! Hee hee!” Babo crawls out from under Mishanna’s breasts. “But my big cock needs seeing to, elfy. Are you going to satisfy me?”
“MMmmmm, yes, I suppose I must,” purrs Mishanna. Her change in tone is a good sign she understands my plan. I continue to struggle to free myself as she strips down Babo’s trousers and drapes her soft breasts over his lap. The gnome’s hilariously little red cock is completely engulfed by Mishanna’s mounds. She reaches under them, into her cleavage, and grasps his little prick.
“That’s it,” he cries, his eyes bulging with delight as she begins to wank him with her hand and the soft, smothering weight of her breasts. He begins thrusting immediately, bouncing her breasts atop his hips and crushing her mounds from either side with his wee hands. “Ohhh! Soft as two silky pillows! Soft as..ooooohhh…soft as the cushions of a princess’s throne! I am in heaven between these gorgeous milk bags!”
“Yes, I love it when you mate with my breasts!” Mishanna coos and gasps as if the gnome thrusting vigorously between her breasts is the greatest pleasure she has ever known.
While the buxom elf is getting her cleavage crammed with gnome cock, I manage to work one of my ankles free. For a moment, my other ankle is caught in the noose of the snare, painfully twisting as I do a full revolution. Thankfully, Babo is too preoccupied with humping Mishanna’s bust to pay any attention to me.
“Such soft and fat titties,” laughs the gnome, fucking even faster between them. “I don’t know if I can hold out. I might just need to coat them with my seed!”
“OooooOoooo, please do it,” cries Mishanna. “I want your hot gnome semen between my breasts!”
I drop free of the ropes and resist the urge to laugh as I creep behind Babo and scoop up Mishanna’s hand crossbow. There’s no bolt. I look in the elf’s direction and she gives me an exasperated roll of her eyes and gestures with her head towards a bolt just behind Babo’s head.
“By the Great Gemlord,” cries Babo, bucking his hips furiously so that I glimpse the glistening red tip of his cock each time it emerges from between Mishanna’s breasts. “Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhh, here it comes!”
“Yes, paint my bosom with the milk of your loins,” moans Mishanna.
Babo shouts with pleasure, sounding like he is dying as he thrusts his cock triumphantly up through Mishanna’s bust and explodes. The first massive gout of spunk fires straight up from between Mishanna’s breasts, narrowly misses her up
turned face, and falls right back down to splatter across her pressed mounds. Babo grunts again and again as he pumps his seed all over Mishanna’s breasts. She has the kindness to gently finish him before releasing his cock from between her plump and dripping breasts.
“Why’d you stop?” Babo gasps. “I’m still hard. I could go again!”
“I think you’ve had enough,” I say, clicking back the mechanism of the crossbow. He whips his head around and sees me standing behind him with the crossbow bolt aimed at his head. “Get dressed, get on your pony, and go.”
“B-b-but we haven’t even consummated our union yet. I’ll give you both a big batch of babies to fill your—”
“No babies,” I say, poking him with the bolt loaded into the crossbow. “If you don’t want this shot up your nose, you’ll do as I say.”
Muttering miserably, he complies, gathering up his clothes, tying his rope belt, and clambering onto the bored-looking pony. “I’ll go, but you two won’t make it past the bridge. There’s a troll there and he is going to break your bones and eat your guts. No mercy.”
Before I can ask him anything more, Babo digs his heels into the flanks of his pony. It whinnies in protest and sets off at a gallop into the woods. I turn my attention back to Mishanna. She is staring in disgust at the gnome cum decorating her breasts and dripping from her nipples. It looks like a cup or more of Babo’s bastard batter has been spread across her lovely breasts.
“This was your idea,” she says, her expression accusatory. “Fetch me a handkerchief!”
I do have one tucked in my trousers. Then again, maybe I could clean her up without any handkerchief. The naughty thought makes my core throb and I realize just how wet I am from watching Babo fuck Mishanna’s breasts.
What should I do?
Fetch Mishanna a handkerchief
Clean Mishanna's breasts with my tongue
Cut off his beard
Mishanna has the right idea. The little pervert would have bound us and gagged us and put babies in our belly with his wee cock. He needs to pay for what he has done. Something to remember us by so he’ll think twice. I don’t mean mutilation, my heart isn’t that hard, but a little shave seems in order.
“His beard,” I say, watching him cringe and whimper on the grass. “Let’s shave off his beard.”
“Noooo,” moans Babo. “I’ve spent thirty years growing my whiskers! They’re my pride and joy!”
Mishanna glances at you, an evil smile spreading across her face. “I knew you’d see things my way.” She cuts me down and helps me to my feet. “Now hold him. I’ll use my blade.”
Wrestling the gnome is easier than I expected. The fight seems to have gone out of him and he whimpers and squirms a bit, but otherwise stares in horror as Mishanna readies her blade. I was made to help my uncle give my nephew a haircut once when the lad was only a tot and this is much the same, though having a voluptuous deep elf doing the trimming with an elven blade certainly makes things more interesting. She bends Babo’s head back and slices through his white whiskers until his ruddy neck and chin are visible.
“Yes, yes, that’s good,” she says, admiring her handiwork. “A bite more off the side. There we are. Perfect. A respectable trim. Smooth as silk. Not even any razor rash.”
She steps back and I shove Babo away from me so I can have a look as well. The gnome has an expression of total despair on his face as he rubs his shorn cheeks and looks down at the pile of white hair on the ground. He sways from foot to foot and his head bobbles like a drunk.
“I’m dizzy,” he moans. He looks accusingly from me to Mishanna. “You took my beautiful whiskers. You monsters. You…you bitches.”
“Careful now, Babo,” I say, pointing the tip of my sword at him. “You were going to do terrible things to us. Maybe now you will think twice about setting traps for the next woman to walk through your forest.”
“Oh? Oh, will I?” His eyes bulge, red and watery. “Maybe I’ll do things twice as wicked to her! Maybe…”
His words trail off as he realizes Mishanna has loaded a bolt into her crossbow. She aims it at the gnomes chest.
“Perhaps I should put you out of your misery now then?” She closes one eye and aims down the sight of the crossbow.
“Leave here, Babo,” I say. “Get on your pony and get lost!”
“Y-yes,” he says, gathering up the pieces of his walking stick and running to his pony. It continues lazily munching grass as he struggles up onto its back. “But my friend will take revenge on you cruel harlots! He’s a troll, bigger than you both put together, and he’ll tear your arms off and eat your bones.”
“You know where this troll can be found?” I demand.
“Yes, of course,” he laughs. “He guards the only crossing over the rapids. You’ll have to pass by him if you want to escape this place. But he won’t let you past. If you’re lucky, he’ll make you pay a toll. If you think you can best him, ha, he’ll punch your guts into jam.”
I try to ask him more about this troll, but he shouts, “HA!” and digs his heels into the side of his pony. His golden mount whinnies with annoyance, turning and trotting off into the woods as Babo makes an obscene gesture at us.
“Well,” I say, sheathing my sword again. “I guess we should be on our way.”
“There is no point in keeping to the shadows if his words are true,” says Mishanna, turning back towards the path. “We will follow the road and we will cross the rapids, troll or no troll.”
CONTINUE >
Tell Mishanna to let Petr fuck her throat
Mishanna always thinks of me as a slutty human, but I know deep down she is a slut. She’s not fooling me with that dominant icy bitch act either. Deep down, she wants to be used. I stroke her shoulder and the back of her neck.
“What are you doing?” She whispers and glares at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I press my lips to her ear, whispering hotly, “You need to take his cock in your throat. Let the satyr use your slutty elf throat.”
“What? How dare you speak such a thing to me!” Her words are incensed, but she does not move away from me or resist as I wrap one hand around her throat.
“Go on, Mishanna,” I whisper. “It’s the only way. Let the poor boy use your mouth as his toy. Let him fuck your pretty face.”
“N-no,” she whispers, but I am already urging her towards his cock. By the time I let go of her, the idea has taken root. I move alongside her, but she doesn’t need me to force her to do anything. She takes Petr’s cock into her mouth straight away and begins to suck him.
“Ohhhhhhh,” moans Petr, resting a hand gently on the back of her head.
“No,” I say to him, pushing his hand away and placing my hand on her head. “Let me.”
I weave my fingers into her hair, fisting a tight handful of hair at the base of her skull. She moans around his cock, her silvery white eyes rolling in my direction. I let her see me smile before I give the handsome satyr my full attention.
“She wants you to use her, Petr,” I purr. “She wants you to fuck her mouth. Don’t hold anything back.” I push her head down and she gurgles as his cock slides into her throat. I chuckle, “See? She loves to be your little cum slut.”
“Ohhhhhhhh,” he groans. “Her throat…so soft…ohhhhhHHHHHH!”
He bucks his hips, slapping against her face a few times as he pumps his cum into her throat. Mishanna whines around him, a bubble forming and popping in one nostril as she struggles to breathe. He sloshes his cock into her mouth, cum dripping down her chin as he overflows her throat. She chokes, but I hold her head down.
“Keep going, Petr,” I command. “Don’t stop! You have to give her every drop!”
I force Mishanna’s head up and down. Even as tears trickle down her cheeks and foamy cum drips from her chin, I keep her moving on Petr’s cock. The satyr begins thrusting his hips and building to a new crescendo. Mishanna makes awful gurgling noises with each thrust as his cock slides in and o
ut of her throat. Cum bubbles again at her nostrils as she struggles to breathe.
“Ohhhhhh, gods, I’m cumming,” cries Petr, fucking furiously between Mishanna’s lips.
“Nnnnnnnnggggnnnn,” she replies.
He arches on the boulder beneath her and I push her head down roughly, mashing her nose into his groin and her chin into his furry bollocks. She sputters as the satyr unloads once more into her throat. This time is even sloppier than the first, with cum pouring out of her mouth and from both of her nostrils. She gags and spits and mucus clings to his lap.
“That’s right,” I laugh. “Fuck her face. She likes it. Don’t stop now! Fuck her throat!”
“OoooOOOHhhhh!” Petr moans, unloading again only seconds after his last orgasm. Mishanna’s eyes rolling back in her head. The only way I know she is still conscious is because she keeps slapping one hand against the moss of the rock as if telling me to stop. I only push her down harder.
All Mishanna’s gagging and the throat spasms to go along with it drive Petr absolutely wild. He fucks her face with abandon. I’m sure it feels like an eternity for the poor elf, but in reality, he cums twice more in the next hundred count, dumping his cum down her throat without hesitation. Mishanna manages to handle these diminished eruptions by swallowing.
At last, Petr collapses panting onto the boulder. I let Mishanna up for air as the ring surrounding the boulder begins to glow. Mishanna, coughing, wipes tears from her cheeks. She gives me a bleary-eyed look of anger but is more interested in the brightly glowing mouth of the portal replacing the earth within the mushroom circle all around the boulder. It ripples like the surface of a sunlit pond, but there is only light beneath that unearthly water.
CONTINUE >
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