Elven Mage's Submissive Passion

by Reed James

  She groaned as his fingers dug into her pillowy flesh. He shook them as he drove into her flesh. She rubbed her cheek into the soft grass, reveling in the strength of his hands. He plundered her cunt. Bought her closer and closer to cumming.

  Kulrigiizhai gasped, already on the edge of her orgasm. She couldn't believe how fast it built and built in her. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring that big dick around in her while she groaned, fighting off her pleasure.

  “Damn, you're getting tight, slut!” he grunted, pumping away at her. “Getting turned on?”

  “Yes, yes, this elf is getting turned on by your big dick, Marcus Aurelius! This elf wants to cum!”

  “Not yet!” he panted, driving his cock hard into her pussy. That ring massaged along the top of her walls.

  Pleasure spilled through her.

  She gasped as his fingers found her nipples. He rolled her fat nubs between his digits. Her hips undulated faster. She rotated them, drinking in all the bliss she could. It made fighting and fighting her orgasm that much harder.

  A sweet struggle.

  An agony to deny herself the effervescent release that she craved.

  She loved every moment of it. Her moans sang out through the air. Her ears twitched as she welcomed his every thrust into her cunt's depths. She groaned and gasped, her passion whimpering from her. She would have such a huge orgasm. She would cum so hard.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, squeezing her twat down around his thrusting cock. “That's so good. This elf loves your dick! This elf wants to cum on your cock and milk out every drop into this elf's naughty cunt.”

  He released her breast and seized her hair. She gasped as he ripped her head up from the ground. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her tits heaved before her. She now knelt upright, his lips nuzzling into her left ear.

  “You want to cum on my big, throbbing dick?” he demanded, thrusting deep and hard into her cunt before pulling back softly.

  “Yes!” she moaned. “This elf wants to cum so badly on your dick, Marcus Aurelius.”

  He licked her ear. The sensitive organ twitched, pleasure shooting down to her pussy. She hovered on the edge of cumming as he buried into her cunt with those hard strokes. Then his slow pullbacks teased her, the ring massaging her silky flesh.

  “You have to earn the right to cum on my cock,” he whispered.

  “This elf is eager to pay!”

  “Who is that elf that scared and angered you?” he demanded.

  She gasped, her cunt clenching down on his cock. “W-what elf?”

  “Don't lie to me, slut!” His hand seized her nipple, twisted it hard. The pain slammed into her impending orgasm, fed it. “I want to know what your true goal is as a Shardhunter. Tell me that, and you can cum.”

  “No!” she gasped, spitting out the word. “I can't. It's my business. It doesn't concern you.”

  “You concern me, Kulrigiizhai,” he said, almost saying her name correctly. “You won't get to cum until you tell me.”

  He released her hair and slammed into her. His cum erupted.

  “Fuck, yes!”

  Spurt after spurt of his hot seed pumped into her pussy. She groaned, her cunt squeezing down on him. She quivered there, her hips wiggling back and forth. Her moans echoed through the air. She wanted to climax so bad. She wanted to let her pussy writhe around him.

  But he couldn't know who her enemy was. It was madness for her to try. Even if she had the Black Heart Diamond, it would be crazy to attempt her plan. It would create an enemy so powerful that she doubted she would survive.

  But if she could imprison that bastard...

  “Damn,” Marcus panted as he spilled the last of his cum. “I mean it. No orgasms until you tell me the truth, elf. No masturbating. No letting any of the other party members lick you to an orgasm. You can please them, but you do not get a single bit of pleasure.”

  “Yes, Marcus Aurelius, this elf understands,” Kulrigiizhai whimpered. She ached for that orgasm, but she could deny herself. She had learned all about that at his hands. “This elf will not disobey you.”

  “You're mine, elf,” he reminded her. “I will own you utterly.”

  She closed her eyes, wanting that so badly. Her pussy ached, dripping with his cum. She needed that orgasm. Her nipples and clit throbbed. She could just tell him. Let him know the suicide that her vengeance would cost. He would reject her. Or, if she did become his fully, he would deny her. He would command her to drop it and she would have to let it fester in her.

  No, he had to pay even if it cost Kulrigiizhai her life. Or her happiness.

  Chapter Eight: Halfling Delights

  I would get answers from Kulri one way or the other.

  “Dëshoma, Maria, would either of you like to lick Kulri clean?” I asked, staring down at the three women panting, their orgasms spent. “Or Haîcze, if you'd like.”

  “Mmm, I could lick her clean,” Maria said, licking her lips. “Kulri, how does that sound?”

  “She wants you to do it,” I said.

  “This elf does,” Kulri said with utter submission.

  So why wouldn't she submit to this one thing? Who was that elf that both terrified her and angered her? The only emotions besides lust that I had ever seen from her. That man had done something to her. Something that seethed inside of her. It was personal.

  I would pry it out of her. She couldn't hold out against orgasming forever.

  “Éjyona,” I said, grinning at the halfling. She was panting, her pussy impaled on one end of Twist's double-headed dildo. “you ready to hop on my cock?”

  “Yes!” she gasped and sat up. “I want that so much. Ooh, I'm glad I decided to help you out.”

  “Me, too,” I said, watching as her lithe body rose. Naked, she looked like a woman in miniature. She might have the stature of a child but she had the curves of a sexy beauty. Her breasts jiggled as I sank down and stretched out on my back.

  “Dëshoma, want to try my dildo?” Twist asked.

  “Me thinks it would be an experience that I wouldst relish most heartily,” Dëshoma said. “Though I must confess to some surprise that thou wouldst wish to share thy toy with me.”

  “I'm in a good mood,” she said. “Trip to town went well. We can bicker about how dumb your goddess is another time.”

  “The loving Ëshuxeri is not dumb,” Dëshoma said, heat in her voice. “She is the font of that most wondrous and amazing emotion that doth permeate this poor and shattered world of ours.”

  “Rūzem's greasy touch, you can't say anything without a mouthful of words. I should shove this dildo in your mouth and then fuck my cunt on it.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  Éjyona giggled. “They're funny.”

  “That's a word for it,” I said as the halfling grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down me, her silvery hair swaying about her face. Her skin gleamed in the setting sun. My eyes flicked to the tattoo on her left breast. “That have any meaning?”

  “What?” She looked down. “Oh, my tattoo? It's my family crest.” A look of sadness flitted across her eyes.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  She forced a smile. “It's fine. They've been dead a long time. That's why I have it. To remember them.” She stroked my cock. “Mmm, I'd much rather get to know you right now.”

  “You want to howl your head off,” I said, grinning at her.

  “Guilty!” she said as she guided that thick cock to her pussy. She pressed her pussy lips down on it. “Ooh, I'm going to enjoy this.”

  “Me, too,” I said. I had never been with someone so short. She was under four feet. Her legs were spread so wide apart to straddle me. My cock looked mammoth in her small hands and seeing the tip nuzzle at her pussy...

  Could it really fit in her?

  Then her labia spread and spread. Her back arched, her round tits jiggling. She moaned as her cunt swallowed the tip of my cock. I groaned. Pleasure flowed through me as she worked her pussy further and further
down my shaft. Her tight sheath squeezed my ring into the crown of my cock.

  Her moans echoed as she slid further down my shaft. I reached so deep into her. I could see my cock bulging her stomach. My eyes widened. I should have hit her cervix by now. And then, at the tip, I felt something different. Her pussy changed.

  “Mmm, right in my womb,” she said, smiling. Did halflings not have cervixes? Is that how they could take a human's cock with ease?

  Damn.

  Then Éjyona slid her pussy back up my cock. I groaned at the suction of her cunt. Her little titties jiggled, her nipples hard, though those tasseled pasties she wore as armor were delicious to see. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring my cock around her twat before she slammed back down my cock.

  Such joy burst across her face. Her short, silvery hair danced and swayed as she worked her twat up and down my cock. Her womb engulfed the tip over and over, sucking at it. Teasing it. A wild thrill shot through me. I groaned, savoring every last moment of her cunt's hungry passion.

  “Shit!” I groaned.

  “Yes, that's halfling pussy!” she moaned, her eyes wild.

  “Yes!” I snarled and grabbed her narrow hips.

  My hands could almost wrap around them. I held her tight and worked her up and down my cock. She squealed in delight. Her round breasts bounced and heaved as I pumped her up and down my dick. Her silvery hair danced in a flourish. My pierced tip popped into her womb over and over again.

  That suction was incredible. I thrust upward as I fucked her up and down my shaft. My arm muscles bulged. She was so light and lithe. Such a treat to enjoy on my cock. I groaned, reveling in her presence, savoring every moment of her hot cunt riding my dick. I would spurt so much jizz in her.

  Just flood her womb.

  That was so exciting. My balls tightened with the wicked ideas burning through my mind. Just pump her uterus full of my seed directly. I gripped her hips, her tits bouncing and heaving.

  “Yes, yes, you're going to be addicted to my cunt!”

  “You're not going to forget about our cunts, right?” Maria moaned. She was standing nearby. Okzira had emerged from her smithy and knelt before the human Warrior. Maria swayed, getting her pussy thoroughly eaten out by that dwarf.

  “Fuck, no!” I panted. “I love all your pussies. Haîcze's, Twist's, Kulri's, and yours.”

  Iris buzzed over my head.

  “Yes, and yours,” I said. “Tasty.”

  She giggled and zoomed off.

  “Aphounga's shattered sword!” gasped Éjyona. “This dick. Oh, this dick is melting my mind. Yes, yes, I'm going to cum so hard on it. Ooh, you're going to drive me wild with that cock, aren't you, Marcus?”

  “Yes, I am,” I panted, working her up and down my dick. “I'll pump you full of cum.”

  She whimpered, squeezing down around my dick with that succulent pussy of hers. I groaned, the pressure building and building in my balls. They tightened, so ready to dump my cum into her twat. I would fire so much jizz into her. It would be incredible.

  Her pussy sucked at me, her tight flesh and delicious womb shifting my cock piercing around in my dick. Such ecstatic delight rippled through my body. The halfling whimpered. Moaned. She ran her hands through her hair, staring down at me with such lust in her eyes.

  “Marcus! Marcus!” She squeezed her cunt as I lifted her up my shaft. “Gods, I'm going to cum on this dick.”

  “Oh, do it!” panted Maria. “You deserve it for coming to his aid in the fight.”

  “You have our gratitude, Lady Éjyona,” Dëshoma moaned, humping with Twist, sharing that double-headed dildo. “Yes, yes, you do.”

  I slammed Éjyona down my cock. She gasped, her pussy squeezing tight around my shaft. Her hot flesh sucked at me. I slid her up again and she gasped. Her pussy went wild around my dick. My tip popped out of her womb only to be engulfed by her rippling sides.

  “Cum in me!” she moaned. “Flood my womb with your seed, Marcus.”

  “Just pump her full!” Twist moaned. “That will be ssssso hot! Yesssss!”

  I slammed the cumming halfling's pussy down my cock. My dick popped into her womb. Her uterus seemed to suckle at my cock's tip, nursing with hunger for my seed. I squeezed my eyes shut. I groaned through clenched teeth.

  “Fuck!” I snarled and erupted.

  Spurt after spurt of hot cum fired out of my dick. It splashed into her quivering womb. I pumped my seed directly into her fertile uterus. The pleasure slammed through my body. I thrust upward as I bucked on the ground.

  Her cunt milked my shaft, rippling around it, working out my jizz to spurt directly into her juicy womb. Her hands planted on my chest. She squirmed on my cock, her round tits jiggling. Her face scrunched up with such bliss.

  “This cock!” she groaned. “Oh, Marcus, this cock is such a delight. Such a gift. Yes, yes, I'm so glad you passed through the Digital Barrier. I'm so glad you're here. You're amazing!”

  “Me, too,” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The blood rushed through my veins. My chest rose and fell. “Damn, that's good pussy.”

  “Mmm, right?” she asked.

  I nodded, panting, my heart racing. My eyes fluttered. I sucked in deep breaths. The women of my harem moaned around me. Maria was climaxing on Okzira's mouth. Dëshoma and Twist humped the dildo together. Haîcze now had Kulri feasting on her pussy and was moaning in delight.

  I smiled. Shelly would have dinner ready soon, but until then, I had my harem to love. My women to fuck. Tomorrow, we were exploring a new territory. The Windy Plateau. It was a shard given to me by Haîcze when I rescued her from those cultists. Maybe we'd find what Maria searched for. Or Kulri. Perhaps we'd just find out answers to why the followers of Pushijer, God of Protection, wanted me dead?

  Why did they fear the fact I came across the Digital Barrier?

  Chapter Nine: Wildlife

  Kulrigiizhai

  The next morning, Kulrigiizhai prepared to depart to the Airy Plateau with everyone else. She had her equipment donned, her new panties and stockings drawn up. Her pussy itched. The fiery heat from having to watch the orgy last night burned through her.

  Marcus had fucked every woman but her. She had knelt on the edge of the firelight as he went from Shelley to Maria to Twist to Haîcze to Dëshoma to Okzira to Éjyona, plowing into them all as evening turned to night. In between, the women loved each other, licking cum from pussies, using dildos on aching holes, sucking on hard nipples. All while Kulrigiizhai sat naked as ordered.

  “If you won't tell me who he is and why he terrifies you, then you can sit there and think about what you want from being in the party. If you can't trust me, do you belong?”

  Those words haunted her. She wanted to belong, but Marcus didn't deserve the agony he would unleash. Kulrigiizhai would have to walk at Marcus's side for as long as she could, but one day, she would have to part from him. She had the strength to do that.

  Marcus looked stunning in his new armor. He had this martial prowess about him, clad in all that steel. His hair dark and his face chiseled. He slung his ax on his belt and had his kite shield strapped to his back. Everyone else looked naked compared to him. Maria didn't even wear metal armor, but her leather bra and thong, her rapier on one hip, her parrying dagger on the other. Her new class had changed her look more than any other party member.

  “Breakfast!” said Shelley as she raced up with a tray covered in steaming treats. “I have Lemongrass Chicken for all of you. That will increase your perception for the day. Won't that be nice?”

  “It sure smells nice,” Marcus said, staring at the tray and salivating.

  “You can do that just with cooking?” asked Maria as she took a piece of chicken wrapped up in yellow grass. She bit into it and groaned in delight. “Oh, that's good. Ooh, just sharpens the senses.”

  “Thanks,” said Shelley. “I've packed some in all your satchels, too. So you can have them tomorrow for breakfast.”

  “Thanks,” Marcus said,
taking one.

  Kulrigiizhai took her piece, too. The lemony scent had a zesty quality that enlivened her nose. She wasn't one much for food, usually eating bland rations, but she found herself tearing into the succulent chicken with zeal. It almost distracted her from the ache in her pussy.

  “Now, for Marcus, Maria, Twist, and Éjyona, I also made spiced omelets,” Shelley said. “You have some for tomorrow, too. They give a small bonus to your physical attack for the day. Great, right?”

  “You are amazing,” groaned Marcus as he took the omelet with bits of red in the yellow. He bit into it and groaned.

  “And for Dëshoma and Kulri, I made sweetmoss dumplings.” The smiling Shelley stopped before the elf. A dough-wrapped dumpling, that was crimped closed to resemble a smile, waited on the tray. “It'll give a bonus to your arcane abilities. More damage and healing.”

  “My thanks,” Kulrigiizhai said and plucked up the dumpling. She popped it into her mouth. It had a sweet flavor that balanced out the citric chicken.

  “You'll find one each in your pouches, too,” Shelley said. “And I also made some elf bread for you both.”

  Kulrigiizhai's ears twitched. “You definitely have my thanks. It takes a skilled cook to bake elf bread.”

  “Did you not imbibe elf bread when we fought the dastardly Feverblight?” Dëshoma asked, her half-eaten dumpling held in her hand.

  “I did. It increases the speed of spell-casting by stimulating our minds.”

  “I am impressed, Shelley. I had no idea the effects thy kitchen could produce for the party.”

  The girl wearing just the apron blushed. “Just doing my part, Dëshoma.”

  “Clear out the Airy Plateau so I can ransack it,” said Haîcze. “I've been itching to go there, but it was an even higher level than the temple.”

  “I see your plan now,” said Marcus. “The reasons you gave me the shard are all so clear.”

  “I know,” said Haîcze. “Money.”