“You fight well for a cow-titted elf,” laughs Babo. “But you keep watching my hands. It makes it easy to…fool you!”
He flourishes his staff, feinting, moving quickly behind her. I cry out a warning, but too late. The gnome cackles with glee and wallops Mishanna on her plump bottom. The crack is as loud as a breaking branch and her bum wobbles from the force of the impact. She leaps upwards as if jolted with lightning, dropping my sword as she collapses back down to her knees.
“Bastard!” She fumbles for the sword, but it has fallen almost directly under my head. Well out of reach for her.
“Yes, well, never knew my father, it’s true,” he says, spinning his walking stick. “But you and me, elf, we’ll get married properly.”
She lifts her head up and starts to shout something angry in her elven tongue. Babo doesn’t wait to find out what she is saying.
I try to warn her, “Mishanna! He’s going to—”
BOP! Too late. Babo bonks Mishanna on her head with his gnarled walking stick. Her eyes momentarily cross and her head wobbles back and forth as if it is balanced precariously on top of her neck.
“Why do I see the stars?” She asks, her focus slowly returning as a dopey grin I’ve never seen before spreads on her face. She looks over at Babo and her smile widens. “Oooooh. A sexy gnome! Are you going to mate with me, Mr. Gnome?”
“You got that right, jugs,” laughs Babo. “Give me a kiss, gorgeous! Mmmmmmwaaa!”
My eyes widen as Babo leans forward on his tiptoes and plants a smooch on Mishanna’s lips. She leans into it, moaning and parting her lips in a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss that seems way too hot and heavy to be fake. She’s not tricking him. She’s actually getting into swapping spit with the horny gnome. My surprise only deepens as he starts fondling her breasts, squeezing them and peeling aside the bandoliers covering her nipples to pinch and tug her fat buds.
“Oooooh, yes, Babo,” moans Mishanna. “It feels so good when you play with my nipples. It makes me allllll wet.”
She sounds like a drunken barmaid at the Rutting Goat in Lesser Crudridge. I can’t believe it, but it seems the gnome’s walking stick really does turn anyone he bonks on the head into a quivering, horny mess.
“Mmmmmmmm! Oh, yes, suck them!” Mishanna cries, cradling the gnome’s head and pulling him against her soft mounds. I try to get her attention with my free hand, but if she sees me, she’s doing a good job of hiding it as she smothers the gnome in her cleavage and caresses his wee body. He groans, fondling and noisily sucking at her breasts.
“Mmmmmphhmmm! Making my prick as hard as a spear! Oh, turn around now, lass! Time I give you what you deserve! That’s it! Yes, quite a rump on you, my purple cupcake!” He peels her bandoliers aside, revealing the cleft of her crinkled anus and the juicy lips of her swollen peach. His trousers drop and Babo takes hold of his very red and very, very wee cock. I almost laugh as he begins rubbing it at Mishanna’s dripping entrance.
No! No, this is my chance! I reach down, my fingertips brushing against the sword. I strain my back muscles and stretch my arms.
“Ooohhhh! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me and breed my elf pussy!” Mishanna cries, her knees spread wide and her big ass seeming absolutely huge as Babo clings to it and humps his tiny red cock into her slick folds.
“You’re a big girl, but you’re tight! Keep movin’ your hips like that and I’ll blast my seed in no time!” He spanks her ass as he plows her juicy pussy. “That’s right! I can go a hundred times in a night! I’ll breed you both!”
That last promise gives me the motivation to stretch my arm beyond seemingly possible limits to grab the grip of my sword. I swing it upward in a desperate slash, cutting through the ropes that bind my ankle. I drop badly onto my head. Thankfully, Babo and Mishanna are so deep in the throes of carnal pleasure that neither seems to notice me rising to my feet and brandishing my sword.
Babo grunts and pants, his tiny body slapping against Mishanna’s big ass. “Ohhhhh! I’m getting’ close now! Get your womb ready, elfy! I’ll fill it up!”
My urge to lop off Babo’s head before he can impregnate Mishanna is almost overwhelming. I growl, sheathing my sword, and I scoop up Babo’s walking stick, which he has discarded on the ground to get both hands on Mishana’s plush rear. I heft the little stick, hardly a club in my hand, and I give the gnome a bop on his head that crumples his conical hat. He stumbles back in a daze, his red cock sliding from Mishanna’s folds and looking like a boiled tomato.
“What did you do that for?” The gnome asks, his eyes crossed and his head wobbling. “Oh, it makes me…so much hornier!”
He comes at me, but I grab his head and shove him back. I grab my ropes and quickly tie him with the ropes that had secured me and sit him on the stump he used as a stepladder earlier. Babo’s pony looks up, munching on grass, but looking otherwise disinterested in the plight of its master. Babo stares at me lustily, his red cock twitching with need.
“Let me ride him,” moans Mishanna, pressing those soft breasts of hers against my arm as I try to hold her back. “Oh, please, Beatrix, just let me finish him off in my pussssssy.”
Hearing her talk in such a lewd manner annoys me. I give her a hard slap across her cheek. Her head jerks back, but some sense returns to her. Her silvery-white eyes blaze with anger. I think I’m about to get an elf sword in my belly, but then her furious gaze turns on Babo.
“You,” she says. “You horrid creature.”
“Oh, yes, call me names,” moans Babo, jerking his hips against the ropes. “Insult me. I like it. I’m baaaad. Oh, yes, kick me too.”
“Ew,” I say, noticing the precum dripping from the tip of his cock.
I am pretty sure Mishanna is about to give him that sword in his belly, or maybe lop off his cock, but she sees his eager expression and retreats in disgust. She fixes her bandoliers and straps, restoring some tiny bit of modesty to her costume. Babo continues to thrust his hips and moan lustily at the sight of her wiggling in her revealing leathers. Somehow, he manages to wriggle an arm under the ropes and he begins touching himself. He can’t move his bound arm much, but it’s enough to feebly wank his wee cock.
“Gross,” I say.
“Pathetic,” agrees Mishanna. “And miniscule.”
“Completely unsatisfying,” I agree. “The only way he would ever make a woman cum is with that damned fertility curse.”
“Oh, yes, I’m so useless,” moans Babo, jerking his cock desperately. “I could never, oooohhhh, please big sexy women like you two.”
“Never,” agrees Mishanna, leaning closer so her breasts strain her bandoliers.
“Not in a million years,” I say, teasing my fingertips over my lips.
“Ooooooooohhh!” Babo arches desperately against the ropes, thrusting over his stubby fingers. His cum spurts rapid fire gushes of his spunk and nearly splashes Mishanna’s cleavage. We both cry out and jerk back to avoid Babo’s pathetic display. He keeps stroking, his face contorted with pleasure and maybe even a little bit of shame. He whimpers as he finishes himself with his fingers.
“Well, that was a disgusting display,” I say, stepping back from the gnome.
“Yes, he nearly sullied my bosoms with his filth,” agrees Mishanna. “Shall we be on our way? Follow the path?”
“We might as well walk on it,” I say.
We make it a few paces from Babo before he calls out, “He’ll eat you both!”
“Who will?” I shout back at him.
“The troll,” croaks Babo. “He’s my friend. Guards…guards the bridge. He’ll have his way with you or boil you in a stew. Maybe both. You’ll never…get past him. Eat you like a couple of hams, he will.”
“We shall keep that foremost in our thoughts,” says Mishanna, waving dismissively before continuing on the path. I hasten to her side.
“What? You’re not worried about a troll?” I murmur to her.
“Please, he is only trying to frighten us. A troll guarding a bridge. What could be
more cliched? “
I smile warily, hoping that Mishanna is right.
CONTINUE >
Fetch Mishanna a handkerchief
For a moment, I am struck by the urge to do something truly raunchy to clean the cream from my elf companion’s cleavage. You really are turning into a pervert, Beatrix, I chide myself. I smile and shake my head at how the dungeon is changing me. Or was I always like this?
“What are you smiling about like a fool?” demands Mishanna. “Get me something to wipe off with, damn you!”
“Y-yeah, right,” I say, snapping out of my thoughts. I dig deep into the pocket of my trousers and retrieve a rather worn handkerchief. It’s still a bit damp from getting wet on one of the earlier levels of the dungeon. I pass it to Mishanna and she glares at me as she begins to mop up the splatters of gnome goo from her breasts. I can’t help but stare as she shifts and hefts her tits, cleaning them thoroughly.
“No thanks to your plan of escape, I shall be smelling gnome seed for days,” she says, sniffing the air as she cleans up the last dollop.
“Well, my plan worked,” I say, looking away from her flushed breasts. “If you could have simply beaten him in a swordfight—”
“Watch your tongue,” she warns. “Your clumsy sword is balanced for an oaf. I might as well have been wielding a cook pot.”
“I could have beaten him,” I mutter under my breath. Mishanna’s ears twitch and her eyes narrow. She definitely heard me, but she lets it go.
“I suppose this is as clean as I will get,” she mutters and tosses me back the handkerchief filthy with gnome spunk. I quickly toss it over my shoulder. You need to know when a handkerchief has finally been used up. Mishanna dresses quickly and I busy myself with returning her weapons and retrieving my sword. I make a bit of a show of flipping it around in my hand in a demonstration of dexterity and manage to catch it deftly. Mishanna snorts with derision. “Do you think you’re an assassin because you juggle a single sword? We should be on our way!”
“To find that troll he warned us about,” I say.
“If it blocks our path, I will enjoy putting it down,” says Mishanna, stroking her crossbow and sword.
We set off through the wood and back onto the path. After being caught in traps trying to avoid walking on the path, we seem to have reached an unspoken agreement that we might as well walk in the open. Mishanna squints at the sunlight filtering through the trees and avoids the brightest patches that fall onto the path.
I follow a pace behind her, grateful despite our arguing for what she did to allow me to escape.
CONTINUE >
Knock Kergel into the stream
I am entranced by the sight of Kergel’s gnarled cock thrusting furiously between the soft vise of Mishanna’s breasts, smearing her face with his precum. She is obeying him, but I can see the fear in her eyes. She thinks that maybe I left her. Maybe I’m not coming to save her from this fate.
But I am.
I square my shoulder and take a running start at the troll. I’m a lot smaller than him, but I’m fast, and I use all the energy I can muster as I come charging out of the darkness and slam my shoulder into the troll’s hip. Kergel barks in surprise, losing his grip on Mishanna and staggering off-balance. As he spins away, falling, his cock swings right into my face, smacking me across my cheek and lips and smearing me with his pungent precum.
That disgusting blow is the last that Kergel strikes against us. He loses his footing, his eyes wide and disbelieving as he plunges backwards into the roaring rapids of the stream. For a moment, I see thrashing limbs and his enraged face in the foaming waters. Then he is sucked downstream, disappearing into the night as his howling anger recedes into the distance.
I am left breathless, on my hands and knees at the water’s edge, victorious, but with a shoulder that feels like it is nearly dislocated.
“You came back,” croaks Mishanna, helping me to my feet. “I thought…I was not sure you would return.”
“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” I laugh, steadying myself with a hand on her shoulder. I wince, rotating my other shoulder to judge whether the damage is severe. Everything seems to be working still, just sore.
We poke around the troll’s lair, finding a huge club, a giant fishing poll, and several baskets that seem to be woven of troll hair. Nothing particularly useful for two people trying to escape. There might be more, but we are both eager to leave before the troll manages to crawl out of the stream and start back this way.
We climb out from under the bridge and set off again following the path upstream.
CONTINUE >
Try sucking the satyr
A cock as lovely as Petr’s deserve more than a hand. My core throbs with need as I fix my gaze on the satyr’s obscene state of arousal and resolve to deal with him the way I have dealt with more than a few men back in Lesser Crudridge. Flashes of dark nights and warm cocks stuffed in my mouth. Moaning men, resting their hands on my head. Some of the boys were elated, some surprised, some merely receiving the expected dividend of a night of drinks and dancing at the summer festival. But always, that last sound of pleasure and then that warm burst of thick, salty liquid.
“Oh, Petr, you just need a good woman to tend to you,” I say, smiling sweetly at the handsome satyr as I move between his furry thighs. “To nurse you to satisfaction.”
He jumps as my pert breasts brush against his cock. I grasp him just as I drag my breasts lower and his cock flexes in my hand, remnants of his last orgasm drooling out like precum. The lingering scent of his seed is oddly inviting. Like toasted chestnuts and bread pudding. I look up into his golden-brown eyes as I run my tongue over his tip and taste the buttery sweetness of his clinging spunk. He gasps and shudders and I take him into my mouth, lips parting, tongue cradling, and I begin to suck him.
“O-o-ohhhhh! Oh! T-t-that’s…AHHHHH!” I scarcely bob my mouth once on his delicious cock and he begins to cum. His hardness pulses against my lips and tongue and hot, thick, buttery spunk begins to gush against the back of my mouth.
“Mmmmmmm!” I moan around him, tightening my lips and sucking harder. Swallowing, gods help me, that delicious male nectar as it spurts again and again from his root.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I d-didn’t mean to…ahhhh…so quickly!” He squirms and bucks his hips, thrusting through my fingers and trying to drive his spurting cock deeper into my mouth. I keep sucking, keep swirling my tongue. The flow of his seed subsides.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan around him, bobbing slowly, my mouth very wet and his taste seeming to coat my tongue and throat. His seed is heavy in my belly. Rich and thick.
“Ahhhh! You’re still…AAHHHH!” He arches on the mossy bolder and he’s suddenly cumming again. My eyes widen in surprise. His seed spurts against the back of my throat again. I recover after a moment and slide him deep, sucking him, feeling his root pulse beneath my fingers and throb against my tongue, gulping each spurt as it flows against my tonsils.
My belly is full. I cannot, for the moment, swallow any more, and his cum begins to spill out and coat his shaft. My lips smear his spunk and I slow my bobbing and lift my mouth from his cock, gasping for air.
“Twice?” I pant in surprise, trying to catch my breath.
“I couldn’t help it,” moans the satyr, seemingly ashamed of what just happened.
“He climaxed twice?” Mishanna gapes in amazement. “And you swallowed it both times?”
“As much as I could,” I say, standing up and nodding to the mess still clinging to his cock. I notice that his cock is, unfortunately, still very hard. “Clearly it wasn’t enough.”
“Goddess of the depths,” curses Mishanna. “He is insatiable! What must we do, satyr?”
“If I knew I w-w-w-would tell you,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “It’s the curse. It’s not me.”
“We have to try something else,” I say, licking his cum from the corner of my mouth and resisting the urge to bend back over and start licking up the smears of de
licious satyr spunk on his shaft. “Mmmmm. Something different.”
“We must work together,” says Mishanna.
“Both of you?” Petr grins, looking from Mishanna to me.
She’s right, it’s the only way. But how should we cooperate?
What should we do?
Give Petr a double handjob
Give Petr a double blowjob
Mishanna will wank Petr while I straddle his face
If overstimulation is what it is going to take to finally satisfy Petr’s libido, then Mishanna and I will have to attack every one of his senses. I take her hand and lean against her to whisper into her ear. My plan is simple and Mishanna agrees to it readily. Petr eyes us nervously as we crawl across the boulder to him.
“W-w-what are you doing now?” He asks as Mishanna crawls between his legs.
“You will see soon enough,” promises Mishanna.
“Nothing that should surprise you,” I say, climbing atop his muscular abdomen, leaning down to kiss him. I whisper against his lips, “Mishanna will take care of your cock and you will take care of me.”
Another kiss, longer this time, tongue teasing into his mouth. I lift my lips, smiling down at him as I continue my journey up his body, rising upright as I straddle his handsome face.
“W-w-what do you w-w-w-want me to d-do to take c-care of you?” He asks, looking up at me even as my dark-thatched pussy is barely a hand’s breadth from his face.
“I think you can figure something out,” tease, spreading my knees and lowering my pussy onto Petr’s face. I smother his objections, literally, and his words vibrate into the core of my cunt. It feels incredible, especially when he realizes I have no intention of letting up so he can talk. That’s when he starts licking me. Like a good boy.
Petr’s tongue parts my folds and slips inside me, tasting my nectar. He buries his nose in the tuft of silky dark hair covering my pussy and licks greedily at my sugary depths. I rock my hips, forcing him to pay attention to the tiny bud of my clit. When his tongue isn’t quite accurate enough for my liking, I twist my hips and grind my clit against his lips and even his nose. I use him for my pleasure, riding him like a living, moaning sex toy.
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