The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  You move your lips onto his head, teasing the sensitive tip, before going back to licking and nibbling his shaft. You want to drive him crazy, to push him to lose control.

  He growls something but you don’t quite catch it.

  You look up innocently at him, the tip of his cock resting on your outstretched tongue.

  He bites his lip. “Stop teasing me,” he says.

  You smile and take his cock into your mouth, slowly moving your lips down his shaft until you can go no further. You pause for a moment before slowly letting his cock back out. It hangs there glistening with your spit.

  “Do it again,” he says.

  You repeat the same action, even slower this time. You linger at the tip, suckling on it before letting go.

  You feel his hand under your chin, gently lifting your gaze upwards. The professor’s face is serious, his eyes filled with desire. You open your mouth and let him guide his cock inside. He sucks in a breath as you take in his length.

  He watches you as you suck him. Your hand works the base of his shaft. The little groans and moans coming from him make you hot. His hips buck towards you. Soon he will lose control.

  His cock twitches and he pulls out suddenly. His cum dribbles down your lower lip and as his cock jerks again your face is splattered with more of it.

  “I couldn’t stop it,” he groans as you slowly massage his shaft.

  After every last drop has been spent you button his trousers back up.

  He takes out a clean handkerchief from his vest pocket and tenderly wipes the cum off your face. You stand and kiss him. He returns the kiss chastely, his bashfulness returning now that the heat of the moment has gone.

  A distant bell rings again on the half-hour. If you are lucky the last guests are still arriving and they haven’t closed the gates.

  “I think you have a feast to go to,” the professor says. “You don’t want to be late.”

  To the castle.

  As you near the castle you hear horse’s hooves and the clatter of coach wheels, then the cheerful voices of the arriving guests. The castle courtyard is bathed in light streaming out from the hall, illuminating the king’s grand and varied guests. A centaur trots past you, nodding as he does so.

  Distracted by the handsome centaur, you fail to notice the elf until it is too late. He tackles you into the bushes beside the road. You hear a rip as your dress catches on some twigs.

  “Shut up,” he says, pressing his hand over your mouth and straddling you. You kick and struggle but the wiry elf has more strength in him than his appearance suggests.

  He leans in close. His breath smells of herb smoke. “I’m not going to do anything gross. I promise. Just listen to me.”

  You notice that one of his tapered ears is missing its top half. But his eyes don’t betray even a tiny bit of lust, or danger. You stop struggling.

  He gently removes his hand and gets off you. He helps you sit up. “I’m Eli,” he smiles as if he hadn’t just assaulted you. You realize that he is the same elf who tried to warn you, unsuccessfully, away from the lizard earlier tonight.

  You ask him why he attacked you.

  “I didn’t attack you,” he says rolling his eyes. “I saved your life.”

  “Sure,” you reply.

  He feigns surprise. “Wait, are you upset that I didn’t want to ravage you? I mean, if that’s what you want…”

  A bell starts tolling the hour. The feast is about to begin. “Not going to happen,” you tell the elf. His attitude is starting to get on your nerves. You start to get up.

  He yanks you back down.

  “I told you, you can’t go to the feast.”

  He hasn’t told you any such thing.

  “It’s the Dorians.” He sighs as if he’s really been having a rough time of it lately. “They’re trying to take over Tyven just like the old days. The black mages, those evil bastards are going to use their dark magic to cast a spell on the king at the feast and make him pledge his allegiance to their cult. Then we’re all fucked.”

  He rummages through a pouch on his belt and finds a flask. He takes a swig and hiccups loudly.

  “Seriously, though. Their leader is a real bad guy. Like human sacrifices bad. Him and his cult are going to be at the feast. I’m not sure what they’re planning, but it’s a good thing you don’t have an invitation. ”

  You pat the bosom of your dress where you had safely tucked the envelope but it isn’t there.

  “Give it back,” you tell him.

  He feigns an innocent look. “I don’t have it.”

  You spot the dagger on his belt and lunge for it. He scrambles out of the way just in time and produces the envelope from his sleeve.

  “Oh this?” he asks. He snaps his fingers and the parchment goes up in flames. He winks. “I promise I’m only doing this for your good. Let me show you what I mean.”

  He points towards a gap in the bushes and you reluctantly follow him. He skirts the castle wall finding a low bit where the stones have crumbled away. He clambers over this and drops to the other side. You do the same.

  “I thought the castle was dangerous,” you say.

  Eli leads you through the castle grounds as if well familiar with it. There is not a soul in sight, not even a single patrolling guardsman. You assume they are all too busy with the feast. Eli takes you through a door up a set of stairs onto a small platform of sorts overlooking the castle grounds. The platform is wedged between a high wall and one of the castle’s towers leaving little space for the two of you.

  “In here,” he says, pointing to a low window in the tower. Through it you can see an empty bedroom. An open space has been cleared at the foot of the bed and a large circular symbol carved into the wood. Red candles are melted at intervals into the design. There is a pool of what looks like blood in the center. A large book lies open on the bed. Its pages are covered in illustrations of demonic beasts.

  “The Order,” Eli whispers. “I told you they’re evil. We have to stop them before they enchant the king and take over the kingdom.”

  “What’s your plan?” you ask.

  “That bedroom belongs to one of the top mages, the only one with any real power. If we get rid of him, we save the kingdom.”

  Ask Eli for a smoke first.

  Get to work.

  You decide not to push the professor. You thank him again for his help.

  He smiles modestly and goes on his way.

  As you near the castle you hear horse’s hooves and the clatter of coach wheels, then the cheerful voices of the arriving guests. The castle courtyard is bathed in light streaming out from the hall, illuminating the king’s grand and varied guests. A centaur trots past you, nodding as he does so.

  Distracted by the handsome centaur, you fail to notice the elf until it is too late. He tackles you into the bushes beside the road. You hear a rip as your dress catches on some twigs.

  “Shut up,” he says, pressing his hand over your mouth and straddling you. You kick and struggle but the wiry elf has more strength in him than his appearance suggests.

  He leans in close. His breath smells of herb smoke. “I’m not going to do anything gross. I promise. Just listen to me.”

  You notice that one of his tapered ears is missing its top half. But his eyes don’t betray even a tiny bit of lust. You stop struggling.

  He gently removes his hand and gets off you. He helps you sit up. “I’m Eli,” he smiles as if he hadn’t just assaulted you. You realize that he is the same elf who tried to warn you, unsuccessfully, away from the lizard earlier tonight.

  You ask him why he attacked you.

  “I didn’t attack you,” he says rolling his eyes. “I saved your life.”

  “Sure,” you reply.

  He feigns surprise. “Wait, are you upset that I didn’t want to ravage you? I mean, if that’s what you want…”

  A bell starts tolling the hour. The feast is about to begin
. “Not going to happen,” you tell the elf. His attitude is starting to get on your nerves. You start to get up.

  He yanks you back down.

  “I told you, you can’t go to the feast.”

  He hasn’t told you any such thing.

  “It’s the Dorians.” He sighs as if he’s really been having a rough time of it lately. “They’re trying to take over Tyven just like the old days. The black mages, those evil bastards are going to use their dark magic to cast a spell on the king at the feast and make him pledge his allegiance to their cult. Then we’re all fucked.”

  He rummages through a pouch on his belt and finds a flask. He takes a swig and hiccups loudly.

  “Seriously, though. Their leader is a real bad guy. Like human sacrifices bad. Him and his cult are going to be at the feast. I’m not sure what they’re planning, but it’s a good thing you don’t have an invitation. ”

  You pat the bosom of your dress where you had safely tucked the envelope but it isn’t there.

  “Give it back,” you tell him.

  He feigns an innocent look. “I don’t have it.”

  You spot the dagger on his belt and lunge for it. He scrambles out of the way just in time and produces the envelope from his sleeve.

  “Oh this?” he asks. He snaps his fingers and the parchment goes up in flames. He winks. “I promise I’m only doing this for your good. Let me show you what I mean.”

  He points towards a gap in the bushes and you reluctantly follow him. He skirts the castle wall finding a low bit where the stones have crumbled away. He clambers over this and drops to the other side. You do the same.

  “I thought the castle was dangerous,” you say.

  Eli leads you through the castle grounds as if well familiar with it. There is not a soul in sight, not even a single patrolling guardsman. You assume they are all too busy with the feast. Eli takes you through a door up a set of stairs onto a small platform of sorts overlooking the castle grounds. The platform is wedged between a high wall and one of the castle’s towers leaving little space for the two of you.

  “In here,” he says, pointing to a low window in the tower. Through it you can see an empty bedroom. An open space has been cleared at the foot of the bed and a large circular symbol carved into the wood. Red candles are melted at intervals into the design. There is a pool of what looks like blood in the center. A large book lies open on the bed. Its pages are covered in illustrations of demonic beasts.

  “The Order,” Eli whispers. “I told you they’re evil. We have to stop them before they enchant the king and take over the kingdom.”

  “What’s your plan?” you ask.

  “That bedroom belongs to one of the top mages, the only one with any real power. If we get rid of him, we save the kingdom.”

  Ask Eli for a smoke first.

  Get to work.

  You look towards the cervitaur, who nervously glances away.

  “Interesting choice,” the man comments. “Perhaps you’re well suited to my experiments after all.”

  You go to the cervitaur.

  He bows his head. “I’m honored,” he says quietly.

  He looks reluctant. Maybe you should have picked one of the others.

  “It’s okay,” he says. “I want to help you. But I don’t think with my anatomy and these bars in the way we’ll be able to do what he wants.” The cervitaur indicates towards the man with the cane.

  “Then what do we do?” you ask.

  “We can kiss,” he says, reaching through the bars and pulling you close.

  His lips are soft and he smells of green moss and forest flowers.

  You hear a banging on the other end of your cage, no doubt trying to draw a crowd to your show. You ignore it.

  “I’m Arcas,” he says looking deeply into your eyes. “And I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t know how long the crowd’s going to stay satisfied watching us kiss.”

  A bashful pink brightens his freckled cheeks and you feel your heart melting.

  “What should we do?” you ask.

  “Well I don’t want to boast but I’m rather, uh, popular with the regulars. They often ask me to pleasure myself but because of anatomy it’s a bit difficult. If you could help I’m sure they’d be more than delighted.” He blushes deeper. “That is, if you’re okay with it.”

  You tease him, reminding him that you’re the one who approached him.

  He kisses you again before you move to the ground. You reach through the bars of his cage and stroke his flank.

  “What should I do?” you ask.

  “You’re doing fine,” Arcas says. “Maybe, um, touch my sheath a little bit?”

  You can see a crowd start to form around his cage. Some of the women offer lewd suggestions while others call you names, no doubt out of jealousy.

  You slide your hand around his flank to find the furry sheath hiding his penis. His cute balls are there too. You stroke them both.

  Arcas moans.

  “Is this okay?” you ask.

  “Y—yeah,” he stutters.

  You can see the tip of his cock peek out from the sheath. You keep rubbing as it extends far enough for you to take it in your hand.

  Arcas yelps.

  “Are you okay?” you ask.

  Arcas is too busy moaning to reply, but by the looks of it he’s feeling just fine. The crowd jostles to get a better look as they fantasize aloud about what they would do to the poor cervitaur given the chance.

  Arcas’s eyes are squeezed shut. He bites his hand to keep himself from moaning too loud. The sight of him makes you want him just as bad as the crowd. If only there weren’t these bars in the way.

  “I’m going to cum,” Arcas mutters.

  You stroke him faster, watching his twitching flank and imagining yourself underneath him in some secluded forest glade. Maybe if you get out of here you can rescue him and spend the rest of your days as his forest nymph.

  Arcas cries out, thrusting hard into your hand. His cum splatters the dirt amidst wolf-whistles and jeers. You let go of him and his knees buckle. You lean up to kiss him. You can feel his body shaking.

  “Think we did okay?” he asks.

  You don’t get a chance to reply as you are dragged backwards out of your cage. You catch a glimpse of the man with the cane before someone yanks a sack over your head.

  “I did what you asked,” you plead.

  “We’ve had some threats,” the man replies. “It appears a few of our female visitors are quite attached to the antlered freak and didn’t take kindly to watching you molest him. Their words, not mine.

  “But don’t worry. These kind men have agreed to take you off my hands. No experiments for you.”

  The grip on you tightens and you feel yourself being dragged backwards, away from the man and your cage. It looks like you won’t be making it to the feast after all.

  The castle.

  You eye up the werewolf. It is awake and appears to have been listening to the conversation. There is an unmistakable human glint in its eye as you go towards it.

  “More deviant than I expected,” the man comments. “Perhaps I should put you on a leash.”

  You touch your fingers to your neck imagining a collar around it. A thrill goes up your spine. The werewolf raises itself to standing, its gaze never breaking from yours. Even on all fours it is as tall as you. You watch with a mix of fear and hidden excitement as its pink cock drops from its sheath.

  The man bangs his cane against the bars while saying something you can’t hear to the crowd around the goblin’s cage. You can see dark shapes start to crowd your cage but you stop yourself from looking, afraid that seeing your new audience will make you lose your nerve. The wolf presses its muzzle against the bars. It sniffs your scent. You reach out a shaking hand and press it into the dark fur. Touching the creature makes you weak in the knees. You turn around and present your backside to it, hoping the crowd will be satisfied to wat
ch it hump at you, and hoping that you too won’t be tempted to go further.

  The cage rattles as the werewolf bears the weight of its forepaws on the bars between you. Its cock is surprisingly heavy as it prods insistently against your backside. Over the sound of its panting you can hear the heckling and cries of disgust by the crowd. Every time the wolf thrusts at you, you are hit by a fresh jolt of shame.

  The werewolf’s pants turn to whines as it continues frustratedly to get off from what little you’re giving it. You too feel a stirring inside of you. You reach behind yourself and try to grasp the beast’s cock, but it’s wet and keeps slipping through your fingers. All the while the crowd is getting rowdier. Finally you manage to reposition the wolf’s cock between your legs.

  The first thrust against your panty-clad pussy makes you feel hot and cold all at once. It doesn’t take long before your panties are soaked from your own juices as much as the beast’s. The tantalizing thought comes to you that if you just push down your panties a little there would be nothing stopping the werewolf from taking you fully.

  Push down your panties.

  Leave them be.

  With shaking hands you push down the damp fabric, barely enough to give the beast access. You must be crazy, you think to yourself, just before the beast thrusts into you, its oversized cock stretching you more than you thought possible. Your thighs shake uncontrollably and you struggle to stay upright, the idea of being bred by the creature filling your body with unbridled lust.

  It is over in a moment and you cry out as the werewolf cums. It pulls out and you can feel its seed going all over you as it keeps humping at the bars. The crowd is going wild at the sight of your debasement. If only they knew how much you really enjoyed it.

  You fall forward onto your hands and knees, shaking and with tears in your eyes from the intensity of the encounter. Dirt sticks to the insides of your legs as you try to untangle your panties and pull them back up.