The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  You continue to pleasure him with your mouth as the elf grinds against his fingers. Not too long after you hear the elf coming and feel the minotaur’s cock twitch in your mouth. You aren’t about to let him cum yet. He groans as his slick cock pops out of your mouth. He lies back on the bed.

  You climb up to join the couple.

  Straddle the minotaur’s cock.

  Straddle the minotaur’s face.

  The elf kneels before him. He strokes her hair, encouraging her as she brings her lips to his flared head. His taste makes her shiver with pleasure.

  “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.

  When you are utterly spent you lie together on the bed, enjoying the warm night air coming in from an open window. Eventually you extract yourself from the pair and return to the party.

  The party.

  321e_aut. 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.

  When you are utterly spent you lie together on the bed, enjoying the warm night air coming in from an open window. Eventually you extract yourself from the pair and return to the party.

  The party.

  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.

  When you are utterly spent you lie together on the bed, enjoying the warm night air coming in from an open window. Eventually you extract yourself from the pair and return to the party.

  The party.

  You flash him a titty to see if you can get a reaction.

  He glances up only for a moment before returning to his sweeping. You have come to loathe the swishing sound of his broom against the stones.

  “What, are you trying to seduce me?” he asks.

  You put your tit away feeling stupid. You ask him what he wants.

  “I don’t want anything,” he says. But you know that’s not true. He could have left you ages ago. But here he is still sweeping that patch of floor.

  “It’s not cute, you know,” you tell him, “playing mister my-dry-personality-is-an-insurmountable-wall-but-I-still-want-you-to-try.”

  He grips the broom harder, his sweeping becoming frantic.

  You must have hit a nerve. You tell him you’re sorry.

  “No one’s ever sorry,” he says. “Not when they knock me down the stairs, or misplace my clothes when I’m bathing, or drop maggots in my food.”

  You aren’t sure what to say. You stew in the awkward silence.

  “Are you sorry?” he asks.

  Of course you are. You actually think he’s kinda cute.

  No, you’re not. You meant what you said.

  You’re tell him you’re sorry. “I got caught off-guard,” you tell him. “I didn’t think I’d meet someone like you. At least, not like this.”

  “A hunchback?” he says.

  “No, a cute guy I’m starting to like.”

  This time he stops sweeping. There is suspicion in his eyes, which you notice are a unique shade of hazel. He doesn’t look like a goblin, you think, but a fae creature, the kind that lives in deep forests and knows all kinds of secrets.

  “It’s not a trick,” you say. “I just want you to know that you’re not what you think you are.”

  “And what’s that?” he asks.

  You’re at a loss for words. He seems to recognize your sincerity and softens. He reaches for the ring of keys at his waist and goes to the door.

  “I was going to let you out anyway,” he grumbles, unlocking the door.

  You give him a hug in thanks. As he tries to pull away you realize you’re not ready to let go yet and nuzzle against him. He holds you tight.

  You kiss him on the cheek and then on the lips. He pushes you onto the bench and you pull him down on top of you, or maybe he tripped. It’s hard to keep track of everything the rush of the moment. The next thing you know he is inside of you and he is much girthier than you expected, but he is slow and gentle. He must know he’s quite a bit bigger than average.

  You let him know that you can take it and he plunges in deep. His strokes are strong, sure. He’s done this plenty of times before. He kisses you, his hand trailing down to rub your clit. You come as he makes love to you, his fingers slowing to give your sensitive clit a rest. But his thrusts keep coming.

  You
come a second time, and a third. There is something about the shape of his cock that just hits you in all the right ways. You’re impressed with his stamina and wonder what you can do to make him feel as good as he does for you. You tell him to lie on the bench and get on top of him. You ride him until he cums, his thick cock spurting all over the both of you. He laughs, satisfied, his hazel eyes sparkling with joy.

  “That was fun,” he says.

  You lean down to kiss him before getting off. When you’re decent again you say your goodbyes. You’ll have to remember to say hi if you’re ever in the castle again. It’s unlikely, but stranger things have happened.

  The hunchback gives you a sly half-smile and leaves down the hall. You listen to the soft swish of his broom as it grows fainter and fainter before starting in the opposite direction. There is not a soul in sight and the castle is quiet. You assume everyone is busy at the feast.

  You wander the hallways until you come to a door. It leads out to the wilds to the north of the castle. As you step out into the fresh air, the door closes behind you. You hear the click of a lock. You will not be getting back into the castle. Not that you have much reason to.

  You look at your surroundings. North are the mountains, and to the west a deep forest, ancient and full of magic. Following the castle walls east would bring you to the sea.

  The deep forest.

  The mountains.

  The sea.

  You tell him you’re not sorry. He stops sweeping and actually smiles.

  “You know how long I’ve waited to hear someone say that?”

  He reaches for the ring of keys at his waist and goes to the door. You can’t believe he’s actually going to let you out.

  “Just don’t kick me or anything,” he says unlocking the door.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you reply. You thank him for letting you out.

  He gives you another half-smile and leaves down the hall. You listen to the soft swish of his broom as it grows fainter and fainter. You wish him the best.

  You start in the opposite direction down the hallway. There is not a soul in sight and the castle is quiet. You assume everyone is busy at the feast.

  You wander the hallways until you come to a door. It leads out to the wilds to the north of the castle. As you step out into the fresh air, the door closes behind you. You hear the click of a lock. You will not be getting back into the castle. Not that you have much reason to.

  You look at your surroundings. North are the mountains, and to the west a deep forest, ancient and full of magic. Following the castle walls east would bring you to the sea.

  The deep forest.

  The mountains.

  The sea.

  You lie and promise to marry him for four years. It seems like a reasonable amount of time in exchange for your freedom.

  The hunchback looks up at you and shakes his head. He goes back to his sweeping, this time leaving the little clean patch for dirtier floors. You try to get his attention again but he ignores you. Before long his sweeping sounds are just a memory, like an itch in your ear you can’t scratch.

  You sigh and sit back down. He may have been your only chance and you blew it. You wonder how long it will be before someone realizes you’re in here.

  Just as you start to nod off you hear a rattle at the door. A sneering face peers in at you through the bars. He looks like he belongs locked up more than you do.

  “I must be the luckiest man alive,” he says. “Here I was raiding the castle while the stupid king and his guards got shitfaced at the feast, and who should I find but a pretty little flower all alone and unguarded?”

  You panic until you realize he can’t get to you. Only the guards have keys to the castle. You ignore his taunts, hoping he’ll have the sense to leave soon before he’s caught.

  “Lemme come say hi,” he says, rummaging in his trouser pockets. He takes out a lock pick and goes to work on the door.

  You look around the room for a place to hide, but the wardrobe is all there is and if you go in there you’ll be cornered. The thief unlocks the door and comes for you. He catches you up against the wall.

  “I bet your cunt squeezes tight,” he says, holding your wrists to keep you from hitting him. “They always do, the ones that put up a fight.”

  He lets go of one of your wrists to push up your skirts. You strike at him but he grabs you again.

  “Don’t be a bad girl,” he growls. “You know I’m a lot stronger than you and I can leave you broken if I want to.”

  You swallow back sobs as he gropes at you, his fingers finding that you’re actually wet despite your resistance. He laughs as he torments you. He knows how hard you’re trying to fight what you’re feeling.

  He makes you cum with his fingers, leaving them slick with your juices. He lifts them to your lips and shoves them into your mouth. You can taste yourself on your tongue as he threatens to make you gag.

  “I’m gonna give you something to remember me by,” he says, pushing his cock into you.

  He keeps your mouth open with his fingers as he fucks you, giving you no way to stifle your lewd moans. You close your eyes and try to conjure up another lover, someone noble and kind and handsome. But you can smell the man’s sweat tinged with dust and feel his coarse hands on your body. No matter how you try to fool yourself, the man fucking you is no prince. And still he makes you come.

  He grunts, pressing his face against your cheek as he cums. His hand slides down from your mouth to your breast leaving a slimy trail all the way down to your nipple. He bucks a couple times, making sure his seed finds its way deep inside you.

  “Come find me when the kid’s old enough to learn how to pick a lock,” he says, letting you go.

  You hope to the gods you won’t have to.

  After the thief leaves you cautiously make your way out through the open door into the hallway. There is not a soul in sight and the castle is quiet. You assume everyone is busy at the feast.

  You wander the hallways until you come to a door. It leads out to the wilds to the north of the castle. As you step out into the fresh air, the door closes behind you. You hear the click of a lock. You will not be getting back into the castle.

  You look at your surroundings. North are the mountains, and to the west a deep forest, ancient and full of magic. Following the castle walls east would bring you to the sea.

  The deep forest.

  The mountains.

  The sea.

  You decide to create a diversion so Eli has a chance to escape. While everyone’s eyes are on the mage you sneak over to one of the candles and wrench it from its sconce, ignoring the hot wax dripping over your fingers. You lift the flame to one of the black curtains and it goes up a lot quicker than you expected. You hurl the burning candle across the room hitting more of the billowy fabric.

  Chaos erupts as the room fills with flame. Vale stops chanting and Eli takes the opportunity to snatch the dagger.

  “This way!” You shout at the elf and he follows you into the hallway where the smoke is already making things hazy.

  “It’s a good thing you were there,” Eli chokes. “I thought I was dead.”

  “You should have been.” Sybil appears behind you. She looks mildly annoyed, but far too composed for having just left a burning room.

  Eli struggles to talk as the three of you hurry out of the castle.

  “Where’s Jasper?”

  You can hear the faint tolling of bells. The alarm has been sounded and the guards will be looking for you. That is, if they’re not all drunk and sluggish from the feast.

  Sybil replies, “If Jasper’s heard the bells he should be headed to our rendezvous point. I prepared a getaway for a worst-case scenario. Which this definitely is.”

  You somehow make it out of the castle without running into any guards or wandering guests. The city streets are quiet, but the Sybil keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thorou
ghfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top with crates and barrels. Jasper stands beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” Jasper asks, nodding towards Eli.

  Eli hiccups. “I wasn’t about to be left at the hideout all alone.”

  “What happened?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale’s dead,” Sybil replies. A dark look crosses Jasper’s face. “You can thank Eli for that. I don’t think the king’s going to take kindly to us now.”

  Sybil climbs up to take the reigns of the cart with Jasper. Eli joins you in the back. There is barely room for the two of you among all the supplies and you wonder how long of a journey Sybil has planned for.

  The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. 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 attitude.

  “What’s wrong?” You ask him.

  Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”

  That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.