by Reed James
Maria burst into giggles. “I love how you talk, Dëshoma. And how you lick pussy.”
“I shall deliver unto thee as much pleasure as I do upon Lord Marcus's cock,” vowed the Cleric.
True to her word, she clenched her bowels on Marcus's dick invading her and lapped at Maria's pussy with energetic flicks of her tongue. Dëshoma whimpered, the heat building in her asshole. It powered her tongue sweeping through Maria's folds.
The sweet and spicy pussy juices, mixed with salty cum, coated Dëshoma's tongue. She fluttered up and down, savoring the delight. Her hands stroked Maria's thighs. The redheaded human squirmed, rubbing her bush on Dëshoma's cheeks and chin.
Through it all, Marcus pumped his cock in and out of her asshole, his piercing rubbing against her hot flesh. It added that extra delight. He grunted and groaned as he buried into her. He fucked her over and over again. He rammed his dick into her depths, plowing into her with hard thrusts.
“Fuck, yes!” Marcus grunted. “Love this asshole.”
“Mmm, she's moaning into my pussy,” Maria purred. “She loves your cock reaming her butthole.”
“And look what it does to her pussy,” Marcus added. “Look at her clench when I drove into her.”
“Oh, that's so delicious to see.”
Dëshoma quivered, reveling in the pleasure of his cock burying into her again and again. Her pussy did clench each time, her bowels squeezing tight around his pierced dick in the process. She whimpered and moaned, the bliss swelling in her. She fluttered her tongue up and down Maria's slit, licking up more cum.
Then slender fingers caressed Dëshoma's pussy, stroking through her trimmed, sapphire bush to caress her cuntlips. She groaned into Maria's twat and squeezed hot bowels around Marcus's thrusting cock. The digits plunged into Dëshoma's snatch, burying deep into her and adding more pleasure to the rapture already building in her.
“Ooh, her pussy is sucking at my fingers,” Maria groaned, grinding her twat on Dëshoma's face. “She's so juicy. She's going to cum hard, Marcus.”
“Indeed I shall with thine digits playing most deliciously with mine pussy as the stalwart Lord Marcus doth sodomize mine bowels with his most perfect and thick specimen of virile manhood,” groaned Dëshoma into Maria's pussy.
“I could listen to you speak until the end of time, Dëshoma!” Marcus grunted, plowing into her asshole.
Joy rippled through the Cleric. “Thine cock is like the scepter of Ëshuxeri that doth plunge into my most quivering and wanton depths, spreading such bliss through mine body with its every powerful stroke.”
“Fuck, yeah!” he snarled, slamming deeper into her bowels. His balls smacked into her. “Going to churn you up.”
“Yes, he is!” moaned Maria, her fingers thrusting over and over into Dëshoma's pussy.
The dual assault shuddered bliss through the Cleric. She moaned into Maria's pussy, licking at that spicy and sweet flesh with hunger. Dëshoma could find no more of Marcus's delicious cum, so she reveled in the privilege of devouring the Duelist's hot twat, delivering bliss upon her. Maria's butt-cheeks clenched as the redhead trembled atop the angelborn's hungry mouth.
Her tongue thrust into the depths of Maria's pussy and danced around in there. The tight twat squeezed around Dëshoma's tongue. Maria moaned louder and louder. Dëshoma loved it, knowing the human built towards the same rapture that the angelborn did.
They climbed the peaks of ecstasy together.
The velvety bliss of Marcus's cock plundering into Dëshoma's bowels combined with the silky delight churned up by Maria's fingers. The two different sensations drove her to that moment of her orgasmic bliss.
“I tremble on the precipice of mine rapture!” Dëshoma howled. “Thy mighty cock, Lord Marcus, and thy nimble fingers, Lady Maria, doth thrust me towards that quivering height of ecstasy.”
“Yes, yes, cum!” Maria moaned, her body shuddering, rubbing silky curls on Dëshoma's hungry mouth. “Because... Yes!”
Sweet and spicy juices gushed out of Maria's twat, bathing Dëshoma's lips and cheeks. The angelborn feasted on the cream as the fingers in her pussy wiggled. Twitched. They stirred her up, adding bliss to the euphoria Marcus's pierced dick provided in her asshole.
He slammed to the hilt in her. That thick dick reached deep into her anal depths. The stimulation surged her up to the apex of ecstasy. She burst in rapture. She gasped into Maria's pussy as the bliss rushed out of her body.
Her bowels convulsed and writhed around Marcus's cock, shifting around his hard ring against her velvety flesh. Her body trembled, the pleasure spilling hot from her cunt. Her pussy convulsed around Maria's digits, juices gushing out. The climaxing Dëshoma feasted on Maria's cream while ecstasy consumed her mind.
“Damn!” Marcus grunted.
“Shower mine inner depths with thy blessed seed, Lord Marcus!” she howled, her bowels convulsing around his dick. She worked at him, sucking hard.
“Shit, yes!” he growled and erupted.
His cum fired hot into her depths. Dëshoma quivered in delight. She savored every moment. Every last rush of bliss that swept out of her body. Her thighs gripped him as her bowels milked his cock of all his cum.
He groaned with each blast. He pumped her full of that hot jizz. It spilled over him. He panted as she worked out the last of him. Her own orgasm hit that wonderful peak. She quivered there, the pleasure rippling through her body.
“Oh, yes, yes, Dëshoma,” Maria moaned. “Mmm, that was incredible. You licked me clean and made me cum so hard.”
“Yes, she did,” Marcus panted. “Fuck, Lady Dëshoma, every bit of you is a naughty delight for me to experience.”
“Mine heart doth overflow with joy at knowing that mine asshole hath pleased thee. I quiver with the rapturous delight of taking thine hearty seed into mine body, even in a place so rude and low as mine bowels.”
“God, I love you, Lady Dëshoma,” Marcus growled.
Such joy suffused the angelborn Cleric. As Maria slid off Dëshoma's lips, her heart almost broke beneath the strain of her happiness. She blinked back tears as she stared up at Marcus. He grinned back at her, and she knew she was loved by him.
“Marcus Aurelius, may this elf have the privilege of sucking you clean?”
Chapter Thirty-One: Surrender
I stared at the kneeling Kulri. The elf's large breasts rose and fell, nipples hard. Her pale-yellow hair spilled around her flushed face. Something in her soft-violet eyes spoke to me. I nodded to her and pulled my cock out of Dëshoma's asshole.
“I will permit you this honor, elf,” I said, making it as humiliating as possible for her. “Crawl after me.”
“Yes, Marcus Aurelius,” Kulri said, the corners of her lips twisting with the faintest hint of a smile. Her ears quivered.
She fell onto her hands and knees, her large tits swaying. Maria and Dëshoma glanced at us, then the pair went over to Éjyona and Twist to enjoy the sex toys the pair were playing with. As they went, a tension seized my guts.
I marched off into the foggy night, leaving behind the campfire. The cool air swirled around me, caressing my skin. I closed my eyes and let it touch me. I heard Kulri following behind me, crawling across the grass already beading with dew.
Despite the fog, my body blazed hot with excitement. My cock throbbed. I turned around and watched Kulri come closer and closer to me. The longer strands of the grass brushed her swinging breasts. She stared at me with her glossy eyes. They almost glowed in the moonlight.
“Marcus Aurelius,” she moaned as she reached me. She grabbed my cock. “This elf shall clean your dick with skill and diligence.”
I nodded. “You better not be wasting my time, elf.”
* * / *
Kulrigiizhai
“This elf would never do that,” Kulrigiizhai said to the strong Paladin standing over her.
Excitement rippled through the elf. The moment had arrived, but she still felt a reluctance to tell him. So she leaned forward and ki
ssed the tip of his cock. She tasted the sour musk of Dëshoma's asshole wreathing his crown.
The flavor excited the elf. It was so degrading to do this. Her tongue flicked around his cock, brushing his piercing. Marcus groaned, his blue eyes staring down at her with such intensity. They almost glowed amid the shadows of his face.
His muscular chest rose and fell as he watched her clean his cock. She bathed his crown with her tongue, sweeping over it in every direction she could. Her hips wiggled from side to side, the heat trickling down her thighs.
“Damn,” he groaned.
“This elf will clean every inch of your cock with her unworthy lips and tongue, Marcus Aurelius,” she said, the humiliation of saying these words swelling that fiery ache in her pussy. It had been so many days since she'd cum.
“Make my dick sparkle, elf.”
He called her elf. Not worm. Not sow. Elf. The tone was so degrading, but at the same time, he reveled in what she was, his elven Wizard. He respected her submission. Her degradation. He gave her what she craved. What he'd twisted her body into aching for.
With Marcus Aurelius, humiliation came hand in hand with pleasure.
She pressed her lips against the tip of his cock. She slid her mouth over his dick, the crown spongy and the piercing hard. He groaned as she took the tip into her mouth. Her tongue caressed around him, buffing off that sour musk.
She shuddered at the nasty flavor. It was so wicked. She groaned and sucked hard, cleaning off more of the flavor. She wanted to bob his cock, but she was polishing his dick. So didn't move until she didn't taste a bit of Dëshoma's sour musk on this part of his shaft, her eyes staring up at him the entire time.
Inch by inch, the elf worked her lips down his cock. Her tongue swirled and polished. She sucked, savoring the earthy flavor melting across her taste buds while Marcus groaned. Pleasure crossed his face. His enjoyment spilled across his features.
She didn't look away from him as she suckled on his dick. Her tongue danced around his shaft. She savored the taste of him. Her cunt clenched, the heat building and building in her pussy, that desperate ache that she needed to satiate.
She slid her lips another inch down his cock. He pressed into the back of her throat.
To go farther, she would have to submit further.
She pushed his cock down her throat, taking another portion of his cock into her mouth. She groaned around him, massaging his dick with her vocal passion. Pleasure twitched across his face. She knew how to please him. Worship him.
“That's it, elf,” he growled. “Polish that dick clean. Work off every bit of that sour flavor. You love it, don't you?”
She nodded, her fingers digging into his hips.
She slid his cock further down her gullet. She came closer and closer to his bush. To nuzzling her nose into his curly hairs. She swallowed, massaging his cock with her throat while she polished his dick clean of Dëshoma's naughty flavor.
It filled her with such wicked delight to do this. She nursed on him and bobbed her head. Her ears twitched as she sucked with even more hunger on his dick. She slurped on him as she came closer and closer to swallowing him to the root.
“That's it,” he growled. “Clean that dick, elf. Yeah, you're just a slut buffing my cock clean.”
She was.
His ring rubbed against her esophagus as she slid her lips farther down his shaft. Her eyes stared up at him. She could smell the salty musk of his balls. They brimmed with his seed. Her fingers clenched on his hips, her tongue rubbing off more of that sour musk.
She engulfed the final inches of him. There was hardly any flavor of her asshole here. She caressed his cock, rubbing at him while moaning. His face twisted in pleasure. His blue eyes stared down at her with such intensity.
“You are mine, elf!” he growled.
She moaned around his cock, her pussy clenching. Then he erupted. His cum spurted straight into her belly. His cock pulsed in her mouth and throat. The heat pumped into her stomach. The warmth suffused throughout her flesh. She moaned, so glad to please him.
“Goddamn, fuck, you're mine, elf!”
Her ears twitched as he emptied his balls into her mouth. She didn't even get to taste it. Didn't deserve to taste his cum unless he gave her permission. She swallowed to massage his erupting cock, working out every drop of his spunk.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Now tell me, elf, what you've been holding back. Who is that elven cocksucker that has you so frightened?”
She drew up and up his cock. She sucked the entire time. Then she popped her mouth off. She panted, gasping. Her large breasts rose and fell. She trembled, her ears twitching. She swayed there for a moment.
“His name is Archmaestro Veazzuaxziag. He leads the Tear Bearers. When this elf came of age at fifty...”
“Fifty?” Marcus Aurelius interrupted.
“Yes, fifty. It is the equivalent of a human of eighteen. At that time, the arcane potential in this elf was realized. Veazzuaxziag took interest and promised to train her. This elf's parents were grateful. It was an honor.”
Kulrigiizhai closed her eyes. She remembered those happy days. So young and innocent. She had been giddy the night before. She couldn't sleep. She and her younger sister had whispered about all the adventures she would have as a Shardhunter. Her sister had braided Kulrigiizhai's hair especially for it, weaving in purple night lilies.
“This elf stepped into the Shardpool and traveled to his tower. There, she was taken not to her room, but to the dungeon. 'To wield arcane magic, you must learn to embrace pain,' he said. 'You must take it into you. Make it a part of you. Only when you can withstand the pain and show no emotion, are you ready.'”
“Jesus,” Marcus groaned. “He didn't?”
“This elf spent thirty-three years learning to embrace pain and feel no emotions. Every day, she was lashed with arcane energy.” The memory of that pain spilled through her. The sobbing. The begging. The pleading. She had wanted to swallow her feelings. She had fought to please him. She believed his words. She had no doubts that this was what she had to do to serve him. “After the whipping, this elf had to kneel and service him. 'Worm,' he would call this elf. 'You are nothing but a whining sow snuffling with your tears!' he would snarl as he thrust his cock into this elf.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Marcus fell to his knees. He cupped her face. “Thirty-three years?”
“This elf was slow—”
“You're not a thing, Kulri,” spat Marcus Aurelius. “You're Kulri. Kulrigiizhai.” He came so close to saying her name correctly. “You aren't worthless. You have value. Don't let that bastard continue to denigrate you.”
“You call this... me.” She swallowed. “You call me elf.”
“I had no fucking idea what that bastard did to you.” He shook his head. “Thirty-three years of being whipped and then forced? Fuck! Listen to me, Kulrigiizhai, you are not a worm or a sow. You are more than an elf. You're amazing. Radiant. You are not a thing to be shit on. You're a beautiful Wizard commanding awesome powers. You shine when you cast spells. You sing with majesty when you unleash your powers.”
Something wet spilled down Kulrigiizhai's cheeks. She blinked and realized they were tears. Why am I crying?
His thumbs were so gentle as they wiped away the tears spilling down her cheeks. Pain radiated in his eyes. Her body shook more and more. Her shoulders trembled. Her lower lip quivered. Welling up inside of her was decades of repression. Of serving him.
“H-he never thought I was ready,” Kulrigiizhai sobbed. She threw her arms around Marcus Aurelius. She buried her face into the nape of his neck. His arms engulfed her. Strong and powerful. “Even after I suppressed all my emotions. Even after I could be whipped for hours on end without feeling anything but humiliation, he wouldn't teach me. He always found excuses. For twelve more years, I was just his whore. He used me. In every way possible. He hurt me with his magic, always promising I just needed a little bit more time.
“He lied to me. He nev
er wanted to teach me. He wanted me to be his slave. To hurt me so he could grow erect and fuck me. I took his seed, Marcus Aurelius. I took him in my pussy, my asshole, my mouth. He bathed me in it, and then whipped me with his arcane lash.”
The pain blazed across her flesh. The thousand, thousand times she had been whipped. The memory of it glowed out of her. Across her body, purple lines blazed. The arcane scars left behind on her soul by her master.
“I escaped him and vowed to find the Black Diamond. An artifact that can trap one soul. His. All his magic. All of his power would not help him once he was trapped inside of it. He would be a prisoner in there. He would suffer as I did. Fifty-two years, he hurt me, Marcus Aurelius.”
“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked, holding her.
“B-because... I didn't... I didn't what you to die! He's so powerful. I won't succeed. I know that, but I have to try because... because...”
That poor, tortured bear filled her mind. Roaring in pain as it threw itself into death to escape its torment.
She screamed out her own suffering. She threw back her head to the night and howled out wordless, bestial torment. Fifty-two years of agony. Fifty-two years of degradation and humiliation. The cruel elf had warped her body. Her flesh. She found pleasure in the suffering. He had bent and twisted her into something new. Something alien to that giddy elf-maiden she'd been all those years ago when her sister had braided her hair with night lilies.
She screamed out her suffering as Marcus Aurelius held her.
Marcus Aurelius humiliated her out of love.
He degraded her out of compassion.
He recognized that compulsion in her and fed it. He gave her what she craved. He didn't take it from her. No, even in his domination, he was the one giving. She clung to him, surrendering her all into him.
“This elf is yours, Marcus Aurelius. Your woman. Take this elf into your harem.”
“And if I don't want you to kill your master. To trap him in the Black Diamond?”
The bear roared. Died.
