The Feast
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Eli stops teasing you and pulls your hips closer.
“I’ve wanted this all night,” he says.
“Well lucky you,” you reply.
You push down his pants and press yourself against the length of his cock. You rub against his stiff member, your clit tingling from the stimulation. He moans and tries to reposition to enter you. But you’re not going to let him inside.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. He turns his head away, his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to hold back.
You hump against him harder. You can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing cock, then a thick wet warmth as he cums all over your pussy. You cling to him, your hips moving faster and faster as you near orgasm. You bite down hard on Eli’s shoulder and let out a muffled cry.
You continue to cling to him as you come down from your high. He strokes your back and chuckles softly in your ear.
“You think you could go another?” he asks, his finger pressing against your ass. Even the slight pressure makes you moan and you can feel your body opening to welcome him.
You reach for his cock but he stops you, tucking it back into his pants.
He says, “I want to see how many times you can cum before we make it to the outpost.”
Horny as you are, you think he might lose count before then.
You kiss Eli deeply as he teases you with his finger, coaxing him to penetrate you. He slides his finger between your labia until it’s slick then presses again against your ass. This time it slips in.
Eli gently fucks your ass with his finger as you hump against him. You can tell that the elf is still hard through his pants. He slips in another finger and your body instinctively clenches around his fingers. You can feel yourself coming again.
“Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I was just counting.”
You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.
Eli smiles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”
Continue.
You ignore Sybil’s frantic gesturing and decide to stay in sight of the cart. She signals to Jasper. You catch the glint of his blade as he sneaks around the back of the cart.
“Are we going or not?” The half-orc asks.
“Yes,” you reply shakily. “Just give me a second. My feet ache from these shoes.”
“I could carry you,” the half-orc says with a grin. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve—”
His throat gurgles and his eyes go wide. You look away as Jasper pulls the blade from the base of his neck, only to see the half elf crumple to the ground beside him. The growing pool of blood underneath the pair of dead men looks black. Eli wipes his dagger on a rag and grimaces.
“Let’s go,” Sybil hisses from atop the cart. She already has the reins in her hand. Jasper climbs up beside her. You follow Eli around to the back of the cart. There is barely room for the two of you to squeeze in behind the stack of crates and barrels. Most of the supplies are thankfully still intact.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting and notice that Eli doesn’t look so good.
“I’m sorry,” you say, unsure exactly what you’re apologizing for.
“I hate killing.” Eli snaps his fingers and a small flame flickers between them. It dies in the wind.
“I should have led them away from the cart,” you say.
Eli looks up at you. “Where? Into the alley? I’m glad you didn’t.”
The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his snarky attitude.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”
You shrug. “I’ve had worse nights.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
You kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs.
He hikes up your dress and pulls you onto his lap. Though you know Sybil and Jasper are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you let the elf remove your panties. You watch as they fly away on the wind.
“Whoops,” Eli says. His grin is anything but apologetic.
You shove him backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Eli’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he tickles you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.
The wind shifts and bits of Jasper and Sybil’s conversation drift towards you. They seem to be talking about you but you can’t make much out between the jostling of the cart and Eli’s soft moans in your ear.
Eli stops teasing you and pulls your hips closer. You push down his pants and press yourself against the length of his cock. You rub against his stiff member, your clit tingling from the stimulation. He moans and tries to reposition to enter you. But you’re not going to let him inside, not this time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. He turns his head away, his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to hold back.
You hump against him harder. You can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing cock, then a thick wet warmth as he cums all over your pussy. You cling to him, your hips moving faster and faster as you near orgasm. You bite down hard on Eli’s shoulder and let out a muffled cry.
You continue to cling to him as you come down from your high. He strokes your back and chuckles softly in your ear.
“You think you could go another?” he asks, his finger pressing against your ass. Even the slight pressure makes you moan and you can feel your body opening to welcome him.
You reach for his cock but he stops you, tucking it back into his pants.
He says, “I want to see how many times you can cum before we make it to the outpost.”
Horny as you are, you think he might lose count before then.
You kiss Eli deeply as he teases you with his finger, coaxing him to penetrate you. He slides his finger between your labia until it’s slick then presses again against your ass. This time it slips in.
Eli gently fucks your ass with his finger as you hump against him. You can tell that the elf is still hard through his pants. He slips in another finger and your body instinctively clenches around his fingers. You can feel yourself coming again.
“Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I was just counting.”
You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.
Eli smiles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”
Continue.
You ignore Sybil’s frantic gesturing and decide to stay in sight of the cart. She signals to Jasper. You catch the glint of his blade as he sneaks around the back of the cart.
“Are we going or not?” The half-orc asks.
“Yes,” you reply shakily. “Just give me a second. My feet ache from these shoes.”
“I could carry you,” the half-orc says with a grin. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve—”
His throat gurgles and his eyes go wide. You look away as Jasper pulls the blade from the base of his neck, only to see the half elf crumple to the ground beside him. The growing pool of blood underneath the pair of dead men looks black. Eli wipes his dagger on a rag and grimaces.
“Let’s go,” Sybil hisses from atop the cart. She already has the reins in her hand. Jasper climbs up beside her. You follow Eli around to the back of the cart. There is barely room for the two of you to squeeze in behind the stack of crates and barrels. Most of the supplies are thankfully still intact.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting and notice that Eli doesn’t look so good.
“I’m sorry,” you say, unsure exactly what you’re apologizing for.
“I hate ki
lling.” Eli snaps his fingers and a small flame flickers between them. It dies in the wind.
“I should have led them away from the cart,” you say.
Eli looks up at you. “Where? Into the alley? I’m glad you didn’t.”
The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his snarky attitude.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”
You shrug. “I’ve had worse nights.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
Kiss him back.
Stop him.
You ignore Sybil’s frantic gesturing and decide to stay in sight of the cart. She signals to Jasper. You catch the glint of his blade as he sneaks around the back of the cart.
“Are we going or not?” The half-orc asks.
“Yes,” you reply shakily. “Just give me a second. My feet ache from these shoes.”
“I could carry you,” the half-orc says with a grin. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve—”
His throat gurgles and his eyes go wide. You look away as Jasper pulls the blade from the base of his neck, only to see the half elf crumple to the ground beside him. The growing pool of blood underneath the pair of dead men looks black. Eli wipes his dagger on a rag and grimaces.
“Let’s go,” Sybil hisses from atop the cart. She already has the reins in her hand. Jasper climbs up beside her. You follow Eli around to the back of the cart. There is barely room for the two of you to squeeze in behind the stack of crates and barrels. Most of the supplies are thankfully still intact.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting and notice that Eli doesn’t look so good.
“I’m sorry,” you say, unsure exactly what you’re apologizing for.
“I hate killing.” Eli snaps his fingers and a small flame flickers between them. It dies in the wind.
“I should have led them away from the cart,” you say.
Eli looks up at you. “Where? Into the alley? I’m glad you didn’t.”
The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his snarky attitude.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”
You shrug. “I’ve had worse nights.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
You kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs.
He hikes up your dress and pulls you onto his lap. Though you know Sybil and Jasper are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you let the elf remove your panties. You watch as they fly away on the wind.
“Whoops,” Eli says. His grin is anything but apologetic.
You shove him backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Eli’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he tickles you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.
The wind shifts and bits of Jasper and Sybil’s conversation drift towards you. They seem to be talking about you but you can’t make much out between the jostling of the cart and Eli’s soft moans in your ear.
Eli stops teasing you and pulls your hips closer. You push down his pants and press yourself against the length of his cock. You rub against his stiff member, your clit tingling from the stimulation. He moans and tries to reposition to enter you. But you’re not going to let him inside, not this time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. He turns his head away, his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to hold back.
You hump against him harder. You can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing cock, then a thick wet warmth as he cums all over your pussy. You cling to him, your hips moving faster and faster as you near orgasm. You bite down hard on Eli’s shoulder and let out a muffled cry.
You continue to cling to him as you come down from your high. He strokes your back and chuckles softly in your ear.
“You think you could go another?” he asks, his finger pressing against your ass. Even the slight pressure makes you moan and you can feel your body opening to welcome him.
You reach for his cock but he stops you, tucking it back into his pants.
He says, “I want to see how many times you can cum before we make it to the outpost.”
Horny as you are, you think he might lose count before then.
You kiss Eli deeply as he teases you with his finger, coaxing him to penetrate you. He slides his finger between your labia until it’s slick then presses again against your ass. This time it slips in.
Eli gently fucks your ass with his finger as you hump against him. You can tell that the elf is still hard through his pants. He slips in another finger and your body instinctively clenches around his fingers. You can feel yourself coming again.
“Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I was just counting.”
You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.
Eli smiles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”
Continue.
You trust Sybil and the others will be quick and back towards the alley.
The half-elf says, “Tavern’s that way,” pointing in the opposite direction.
You pretend not to hear him.
The half-elf grins and follows you into the alley. His friend is close behind.
“And here I thought I’d have to waste a couple hours chatting at that lousy bar,” the half-elf says.
The men are upon you as soon as you are out of sight of the main street. They tear off your dress and grope your body. You tell them to slow down, but your bold invitation must have riled them up. The half-orc kisses you messily, his tusks pressing into your face. You can feel the half-elf’s hands on your ass.
Still kissing you, the half-orc drops his pants and lifts you up onto him. You gasp as his thick cock slides inside you. You hope this will give Sybil and the others enough time to get to the cart. You grind your hips against the half-orc, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. His strong arms push you down onto his cock.
The half-orc presses up behind you, reaching around to play with your breasts. He exchanges a look with the orc and he stops bouncing you on his cock. You know what’s coming next.
Jasper’s voice echoes into the alley, calling for you to get to the cart. But you’re in no position to escape right now. The half-elf’s cock parts your ass cheeks and pushes in. You bite the half-orc’s shoulder to muffle your moans. You need to make them cum fast or you’ll never get to the cart. You start moving up and down on the two cocks, your stifled moans growing louder and louder. The men are encouraged by your enthusiasm and fuck you with full, steady strokes. You think you might come before they do.
You hear the clatter of cart wheels and catch sight of the cart over the shoulder of the orc. Jasper is shouting for them to go faster. Not far behind are the king’s guards on horseback. Their armor shines in the moonlight.
They couldn’t rescue you. They had to leave. You give yourself up to the men, fucking them with everything you have. The half-elf cums hard inside you and the orc pulls out to aim at your naked stomach. Orcs are known for their volume, and you end up covered and sticky.
The men leave you there in the alley for the guards to find when they return. There is no sign of Jasper and the others—they must have gotten away safe.
You try to feign innocence when faced with their accusations about Vale’s murder, but you still end up with your hands bound and forced to follow the guards back to the castle.
Epilogue.
For a moment you forget about Eli and enter the room. You feel as if you have stepped into a beautiful dream. 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 decline the couple’s invitation and stay with the centaur. He pours you a goblet of wine and you take a sip.
“Know much about centaurs?” he asks.
You shake your head. Not that you remember, anyway.
“But you do know of our reputation, at least.”
That you do remember. It’s hard to forget when tales of the noble race’s ways with women are legend.
He reaches over to stroke your leg. You hear a moan and glance up to see a pair of deeply tanned elves licking and sucking each other in the middle of the room. Everyone else seems too occupied with their own lusts to pay them much mind. The centaur pulls you closer to him.