“What a good cocksucker,” laughs Babo, stroking back and forth across my face and wiping his cum on my lips. He thrusts back into my mouth and starts to say something else, but is interrupted by a distinctive clicking sound beside his right ear. He looks over and his eyes widen as he sees Mishanna’s crossbow aimed at his head.
“Step away from her,” commands Mishanna. “And then cut her down.”
“Y-yeah, alright,” says Babo, complying with her command and dropping me from the branch with a tug at a hidden knot. I land on my shoulder and twist my limbs free of the ropes. Luckily, I have a handkerchief in my trouser pocket to wipe off all the cum dripping from my nose and down my chin. I glare angrily at Babo. He is whimpering with dismay as he sees that Mishanna has broken his walking stick. He looks at her with tears in his eyes and says, “You didn’t have to do that!”
“You would have forced us otherwise,” says Mishanna. “Now get back on your pony. Go on. Get in the saddle and go or I will shoot you through your heart.”
Looking furious, Babo pulls up his trousers, hops onto the stump, and climbs up into the saddle of his bored-looking pony. The gold-maned pony neighs and shakes its head.
“I’ll go,” he says, “but you can bet your fat ass, elfy, that you and your cocksucking friend here will be eaten up like hams by the troll.”
“The troll?” I ask, feeling a tickle of fear.
“That’s right, human,” says the gnome, smiling at my reaction. “He’s a good friend of mine and he guards the only bridge across the rapids. He’ll chew up two morsels like you girls and spit out the bones. No mercy.”
“You are a buffoon,” says Mishanna and she gives Babo’s pony a smack on the rump. It whinnies and takes off into the trees with Babo yelling and clinging to the saddle. Mishanna mutters, “Good riddance.”
“Do you think there is really a troll?” I ask as we set off down the path, no longer concealing our travel.
“Maybe,” says Mishanna. “But I trust you can deal with it using your new technique.”
I think she is being serious and cruel for a moment before she gives me the hint of a smile and a wink.
“Oh, you awful bitch,” I reply, nudging her with my elbow.
“Thank you for distracting him,” she says. “It was a good ploy. I was worried you were going to negotiate me into doing something for the horrid little pervert.”
“Hmmmm, it hadn’t even occurred to me to put you on the table. Maybe next time.”
Her silvery-white eyes flash with menace as we continue down the path.
CONTINUE >
Make him pleasure her pussy
“Why abuse him when you can use him?” I say. “That little pervert would be more than happy to repay you for all the trouble he caused.”
“What are you suggesting?” asks Mishanna, arching an eyebrow.
“He’s so small,” I say. “So low to the ground. And with that fluffy beard. Why, he’s practically asking you to take a seat on his face.”
“Ah! Yes,” agrees Babo. “I am! Please! I am only worthy to be a chair, beautiful elf! Use me as your seat, mmmm, let me, ah, let me repay you for letting me live.”
“He is disgusting,” says Mishanna, rolling her eyes. She walks over and cuts me down from the ropes, freeing my ankles and helping me to my feet. She lowers her voice and says, “But there is some wisdom to your suggestion. Perhaps I can teach him a lesson about thinking of others before himself.”
“Yes. I think I’d like to watch you teach him.”
I saunter over and sit down on a nearby tree stump, one leg outstretched and the other boot perched on the edge of the stump. Mishanna gives me a saucy smile and a wink before turning back to Babo. The gnome sprawls gamely on he ground with a smile on his face. Mishanna saunters over, opening buckles and peeling back bandoliers and leather straps to reveal the supple terrain of her luscious body. She stands over Babo like a violet-tinted statue of some goddess. The gnome smiles up at her, his cock sticking straight up and twitching.
“If this is how I am to die,” he murmurs just loud enough that I can hear, “then it has all been worth it.”
Mishanna squats over Babo’s face, her knees bending and her plush bottom and glistening blue-lipped flower descending upon the gnome. He lets out a soft cry that is smothered as the weight of Mishanna’s ass lands upon his face. He grabs her cheeks, perhaps pushing, definitely struggling, but unable to lift her from his face. Muffled sounds emerge from beneath her, but Mishanna smiles serenely.
Babo’s feet kick helplessly. His red cock twitches and oily precum trickles down his shaft to disappear into the forest of his pubes.
“Is he doing anything for you?” I call out to Mishanna.
“He is attempting something with his tongue,” says my companion. I think he is speaking into my ass. If he goes a bit lower he might find something…oooooh…there we are. Oh, that is much better.”
Babo’s cock twitches and he continues to press his hands against the smothering flesh of Mishanna ass, only now he seems to be stroking and squeezing her cheeks rather than trying to push her away. I can hear lewd, wet sounds from beneath her and I can only assume his tongue is fast at work on her quim. She rides gently atop him and watches me as I stroke my hand down over my mound, kneading my tender flesh through my trousers.
“Apparently,” she softly moans, riding faster and harder atop Babo, “gnomes do have their uses.”
“Skilled with his tongue?” I ask, massaging the bud of my clit through trousers and panties.
“A fencer,” she moans. “Ooooo! A devil! Yes, you have found the spot now, gnome. Suck. Ahhh! Suck me, damn you!”
She throws back her head, bouncing gloriously atop his face with enough force that I worry for Babo’s safety. I slip my hand into my panties, feeling the heat of my delicate folds beneath my fingers. I seek my own pleasure, but Mishanna is far ahead of me with her queenly ride atop the gnome’s face. She bounces her bottom, practically enveloping his head, and causing her breasts to sway and splash with her up and down motion.
“Yes! Yesssss!” She wails with unrestrained pleasure. At the seeming peak of her climax, Babo’s cock begins to twitch. He’s wee cock launches a milky geyser of his seed that curves slightly over his hip and splashes in the grass. His cock pumps again and again and I can just make out the sound of his moaning beneath Mishanna’s smothering ass. Mishanna giggles at his pitiful explosion as the last of his seed drools from his untouched cock. “Oh, you naughty gnome. You have made a mess.”
She rises from his face, her quim and thighs glistening. Babo, his face crimson, pants and sits up.
“Sweet as honey,” he gasps. “Your nectar drove me wild, elfy!”
“I see,” laughs Mishanna, pulling on her bandoliers. Babo drops back into the grass, delirious with bliss, his lips and chin smeared with Mishanna’s cum. To my amazement, his little red cock is still hard. Mishanna catches me staring at it and says, “He wants more, I think.”
“How was it?” I croak, drawing my hand from within my panties.
“Rather nice,” she says. “You should give it a try, Beatrix. I am certain the gnome would behave himself.”
“Yes, I’ll be good,” he pledges. “Come over. Have a seat on my face.”
He’s very agreeable about it all and I find that strangely annoying. Then again, my pussy is smoldering with need. We should be on our way, but my body craves satisfaction.
What should I do?
Go for a ride on Babo's face
Go for a ride on Babo's cock
It is time to leave
Tell Mishanna to flee
Mishanna has an obvious phobia of gnomes and can’t muster her full fighting potential. She is being driven back by Babo with each swing of his wee walking stick. It is only a matter of time before he stuns her and has his way with her. I’m hanging helpless from a tree branch, my blood throbbing in my temples. There’s no way out for me. But maybe Mishanna can escape and continue her miss
ion. Maybe if she eventually catches up with Zimon, she can complete her mission of assassination and I will be free.
But there is no way out for me now. I must act as Nellie did when she stood on that pressure plate to hold the gate open for me to escape.
“Mishanna!” I call out to my companion. “Mishanna! Save yourself!”
“What?” She glances at me over her shoulder, nearly losing a step and being knocked off her feet by Babo’s furious swings. She recovers and backs towards me. She hisses, “Do not speak foolishness, girl.”
“Go! I’ll be alright with the gnome!” I say. “Find Zimon. Avenge me.”
“Don’t go, my lovely,” pleads Babo. “I want you both!”
Mishanna drives him back with three wild swings, one of which nearly takes the conical hat off his head. He retreats, cursing. Mishanna looks at me with emotion welling in her usually cold silvery-white eyes.
“Are you certain of this, Beatrix?” She says. “I do not wish to abandon you here.”
I feel a pang of regret. Despite her cold, domineering exterior, Mishanna has a warm heart, at least for me. I want to embrace her, but I can only reach out with one hand, trailing my fingers against her shoulder.
“I am certain,” I say, tears welling in my eyes. “Go. You have a better chance of it. Make Zimon pay for this.”
She thinks a moment longer, beating back another attack from Babo, then looks into my eyes and nods.
“I will avenge you, Beatrix. I swear it.” She swings the sword again driving Babo towards his pony. She takes her chance, knocking past him and fleeing through the trees like a startled doe. Not even the gnome, with all his dexterity, can catch up with Mishanna’s long legs. With a last flutter of shifting branches, the comely deep elf disappears into the forest.
“Damned elves! Always slipping through my fingers!” The gnome turns on me, hopping merrily over to me as his smile returns. “But not you, my sweet human. You’re caught fore sure. Shall I give you a bonk on your pretty head or will you behave yourself?”
“You need not hit me,” I say resignedly. “I will do as you wish.”
“Oh! I love it when a girl has the sense to cooperate!” He wiggles his wee fingers with excitement. He scampers behind the tree from which I am hanging and unties his snare. I am lowered slowly onto my head and he hastens to untie me. At least he is gentle as he frees my hand and my ankles from the ropes. His tiny hands caress my hips. He squeezes my firm rear through my trousers and lets out an appreciative chuckle. “We will have such fun together! Do you have a name?”
“Beatrix,” I reply sullenly, turning to face him as I sit in the grass. I rub at my wrist.
“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” says Babo, standing between my legs and playing with the collar of my blouse. He smells of pipe smoke and acorns. His fingers, though stubby as a tot’s, are disturbingly nimble as he begins unbuttoning my top. He mutters as he exposes my pert mounds and stiffening pink nipples, “Now that’s the stuff. Big as kibi fruit and twice as juicy. Mmmmm.”
He gently cups my breasts and strokes my nipples, shuffling closer so I feel his hot breath against my neck. I’m certain he is about to start sucking at my breasts as every man does, but instead Babo turns his ruddy face to mine and plants a kiss on my lips. I am so surprised by the tenderness of this that I do no even resist as his lips part and his tongue slips into my mouth. I moan against him, my tongue slipping and sliding over his as our mouths seem to melt together. His coarse beard scratches against my chip and the tip tickles my breasts.
Babo breaks the kiss and takes an appraising look at me, his eyes twinkling as he gazes upon my bared and heaving breasts and my stiff nipples.
“You want it,” he says.
“N-no,” I reply, but it is a pitiful denial.
“Oh, yes, you do,” he says, untying the rope he wears as a belt. “And I’ll give you want you want, Beatrix.”
He drops his trousers and thrusts his hips proudly towards me, wagging a glistening red cock smaller than my thumb in my direction. Surrounded by wiry white hair that matches his beard, his wee cock looks like a fresh strawberry sitting atop a mound of whipped cream.
And gods help me, it’s exactly what I want. I feel a thrill of lust and without another thought I lean forward, bending my head low to take his little cock in my mouth.
“Ohhhhhh! Yes, that’s it!” Babo rocks on his tiptoes, thrusting his little cock deeper over my tongue and smearing the salty sweetness of his precum. He holds my head in both his little hands and begins to thrust between the soft, sucking oval of my lips. His warm cock slides in and out, again and again, as I hollow my cheeks and slurp on his little prick. My spit spills down his balls and his pre flows steadily into my mouth, giving me a good taste of his sap. “Such a good sucker you are! Why, you could suck the juice from a lymon without taking off the peel! Ahhhh!”
“Mmmmmmmm,” I reply, furrowing my brow as he pumps his hips and fucks my mouth.
“Ohhhh, to be sucked by such a good girl,” moans Babo, slapping his bollocks against my chin as he uses my mouth. “Yes. Oh, you want it! Ohhhhhhhhh!”
My submission is rewarded with hot spurts of Babo’s spunk. His strong-tasting seed gushes to the back of my throat and I swallow instinctively, again and again, feeling his hot seed spill down into my tummy. Babo’s thrust’s slow as I drain the last of his load, looking up at him and hoping that he has finished with me.
The gnome slides his hard little cock from between my lips. I look at it with surprise and he begins laughing. “Oh, my dear, I can go a hundred times in a night! Why, I’ll seed all of your holes a dozen times before I’m through with you! But first, let’s have a taste of your muffin! See if it’s as sweet as you are pretty!”
I offer him no resistance as he pushes me onto my back and spreads my legs. He enthusiastically pulls off my boots and shucks down my trousers. I moan as the wee gnome manhandles my long legs and climbs between my creamy thighs to pull aside the fabric of my underwear and expose my dark-thatched mound. Babo seems to relish my body and my scent to a shameful degree, thrusting his fat nose into my pubic hair and loudly sniffing at me. His stubby fingers massage my folds and spread me open. His hot breath stirs my need.
“Please,” I moan. “It’s embarrassing. Stop that!”
“Haven’t you heard? We eat with our nose! Hee hee!” He gives one last loud sniff and then smothers his face with my mound, his hands grasping my thighs as he begins to noisily lick my quim. Hot lashes of his tongue slip and slide between my folds and over the aching bud of my clit. Gods, but it feels good. He slurps and sucks at me, drawing at my tender lips and batters his tongue against my clit with obvious experience of what gives a woman pleasure. I am ashamed, but unable to stop myself from grasping him with my thighs and thrusting my thrumming pussy against his bearded face.
“Yes! Yes! That’s it!” He cries out, his words of encouragement vibrating into my depths. “Don’t hold back now, my dear! You’re almost there! I can feel it in your trembling thighs!”
“Nnnnoooo,” I moan, bucking my hips and surrendering to the pleasure even as I feebly try to refuse it.
My climax bursts from my depths with such force that I lift my hips off the ground and scissor Babo between my thighs. He moans, perhaps in distress, but I can’t hear him. All I hear is the roar of my climax, shuddering through me and spilling in hot, liquid nectar from my clutching cunt. If Babo is in peril, he does no betray it as he sucks and licks me all the harder, heightening my pleasure until I crash down from the peak and slump back onto the grassy ground.
“Oh, my dear,” he laughs, lifting his face from between my twitching thighs. He wipes my cum from his lips. “You are as sweet as I knew! Now, my raven-haired beauty, I will make you mine!”
Any hope of escape or resistance is gone. I embrace him as he climbs between my thighs. I sit up to kiss his cum-smeared lips, tongue-to-tongue with him as he slides his stiff little cock into the dripping heat of my folds. I moan aga
inst his lips as he slips easily inside me, barely big enough to feel. Yet he leans into me and begins vigorously thrusting and I certainly feel that. His cock, though miniscule, rubs deliciously against my clit with every stroke. He is surprisingly powerful with his strokes, panting and moaning between sloppy kisses as he plunges in and out of my aching folds.
“This is heaven,” he cries, pumping his wee cock furiously into my cove. “Oh, you are an angel, Beatrix! Sent by the gods to reward me! Mmmmm!”
He locks his lips with mine, his forceful thrusts causing my pert breasts to bounce and splash with each slapping impact of his wee body against mine. To be so tamed by such a small man makes me feel even hotter. Surely, I could overpower him and throw him off me, but I do no such thing. In fact, I grasp him in my thighs, holding him deeper as he ruts into me with the gasping, grunting abandon of a beast.
“Ohhh, yes,” I cry, no longer even pretending to want him to stop. “Oh, Babo, cum for me.”
“Yes! Oh, my sweet, here it is! All for you, now that your plump elf companion has fled! Ahhhhhh!” He throws back his head, his conical hat toppling off to reveal his balding scalp and wispy white hair. He thrusts as deep as he is able. I feel his cock twitch. The hot pulse of his seed follows a moment later.
Pleasure like none I have ever known bursts from my core as Babo spurts his hot seed into my depths. Pump after pump of his sperm floods my womb as I explode in the climactic pleasure of conception. Love and fulfillment burst within me as I am bred and mated to the tiny gnome.
“Ohhhh! Babo! My love!” I cry, throwing my arms around him and kissing him passionately as he continues to pump his seed into me. My silken walls squeeze around the hard nub of his cock as love suffuses every fiber of my being.
“My raven-haired lovely,” moans Babo, his lips smothered by mine. “Oh, we will make so many children together!”
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