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Breaking the kiss, Kavar pulls away and presses his forehead against Quinn’s, his eyes filled with affection, “I love you too, Quinn. You’re everything I could ever want in an elf, and more.” The words hang in the air, a declaration of his deep feelings for the young elf in his care.
Kavar sets the elf back down on the ground, a mischievous grin on his face, "Since you love Hummer so much, you won’t mind him getting a chance to play do you?” Before Quinn can even answer, Kavar smirks and continues, “Hummer, fuck him from the inside, good and hard" Kavar says casually as they begin to stroll through the bustling streets of Neteira again.
Quinn's eyes widen in surprise as he looks up at his master, biting his lip in eager anticipation, the implications of the order sinking in. Hummer, the slime residing in his ass, pulses with excitement at the command, and before he can even react, he feels a strange sensation from within. Hummer begins to elongate, stretching from deep within his bowels down to the entrance of his body. Hummer stops when he reaches the tip of the plug from the inside, retracting back up into him, only to thrust down again. The sensation is unlike anything Quinn has experienced before—both alien and oddly thrilling. His hole is being fucked from within and in reverse from any normal sex. He stifles a gasp, his hand instinctively clutching at stomach. He can’t stop Hummer, and frankly, he’s not sure if he’d even want to.
Kavar squeezes his hand gently, leading him through the late afternoon crowds, the warmth of the sun slowly giving way to the cooler evening air. The park outside the Knight’s Order building is bustling with life. Quinn’s cheeks flush as he notices the glances thrown their way, the smiles and nods of understanding from the passersby. In this world, the sight of an elf in such a state of arousal isn’t something to be shied away from—it’s something to be appreciated, a testament to the beauty of the elven race and their natural sexuality. As they pass by, the sweet smell of flowers and the distant sound of a lute playing in the park mingle with the more earthy scents of the elven whorehouses nearby.
The whorehouse they pass in an open air, the walls adorned with vines and silken fabrics that blow gently in the breeze, offering peeks of elves in various stages of ecstasy. Quinn’s eyes widen at the sight of a male elf bent over a bench, a human patron behind him, their hips moving in a steady rhythm. The elf’s cries of pleasure pierce the air, and Quinn’s own need intensifies, his body responding with a deep clench around the slimy invader inside him. Kavar chuckles at the sight, his grip on Quinn’s hand tightening.
“You like what you see, little one?” Kavar’s voice is a low rumble, his eyes gleaming with mirth and desire.
Quinn can’t help the moan that escapes his lips as his hips roll in time with the pulsing of the slime creature inside him. His eyes never leave the entwined figures, his thoughts racing with the promise of tonight, of Kavar taking him like that, filling him completely until he can’t think of anything but the pleasure. Hummer senses his gowing arousal, and presses his next thrust against the opening of Quinn’s amleme, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his brain.
Kavar glances over at Quinn, watching as the elf’s body undulates in silent rhythm with Hummer’s movements. A loud gasp escaped the elf’s lips as Hummer clearly did something so pleasurable, that Quinn buckled in on himself, wanting to curl up in ecstasy. Quinn bites back the next moan, he locks his knees to keep standing, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he fights to hide the clear display of arousal, his body stiff as a board. The half-orc’s smirk widens as he notices Quinn’s attempt to conceal his arousal. "Stand like normal and relax, Quinn," he commands gently, his voice a rumble of amusement. "Sway your hips and enjoy it, baby. There’s no shame in showing your nature. You’re so pretty when you’re like this."
Quinn blushes a deep shade of pink, his cheeks nearly matching the fluttering pink fabric of top. He tries to comply, arching his back slightly and rolling his hips in an attempt to match the rhythm of Hummer's thrusts. The gold collar around his neck glints in the sunlight as his head tilts back, revealing the long line of his neck. The crowd around them seems to melt away, leaving only the two of them and the slime creature that has taken residence in Quinn’s most private space.
The elf is panting heavily when they reach the levitating platforms, the slime creature inside him refusing to let him ignore the delicious torment. The bustling Merchant's District looms above them, a symphony of colors and sounds that seems to fade into the background as Quinn's focus narrows to the sensations within his body. The crowd presses around them, a mix of curious and knowing looks thrown their way, but Kavar is unfazed, his hand resting firmly on Quinn's lower back, keeping him close.
The platform arrives with a soft whoosh, and the staff ushers them aboard. Quinn clutches the railing, his knuckles white with the effort to remain still. Each thrust of Hummer inside him feels like a silent demand for movement, a silent command to show his submission and need. The platform begins to rise, the gentle ascension doing little to alleviate the pressure building inside him. A man with a smug smile sidles up to them, eyeing the elf's state with clear understanding. "My, my, what's got your little elf all riled up?" he says, his tone dripping with innuendo.
Kavar's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with pride. "He’s training. Quinn struggles to walk when his hole is being teased," he explains, his deep voice a rumble beside the elf's ear. "So we're practicing. He sometimes has a hard time controlling himself." Kavar grops Quinn’s ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. Quinn's eyes roll back, and he lets out a whimper that's lost in the general cacophony of the city. “What’s your little mantra, baby?” Kavar asks, his tone teasing yet gentle.
Quinn's hips roll in a desperate attempt to get more friction against the railing his insdies are getting. The words come out as a series of gasps. "Be a good slut... and take it... Ah!" His cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he repeats the phrase Kavar had taught him. It was a way to remind him that he could handle anything and to embrace the sexual creature he was becoming.
Kavar taps his back, “Keep your back arched, Quinn, and push your ass out.” Quinn’s body responds to the instructions, his posture straightening as he tries to withstand the relentless internal thrusts from Hummer, from the fullness of the plug. “That’s it, good slut. Focus on being pretty and graceful even when your body wants to curl up in pleasure.” The man watching nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the scene unfold.
The crowd on the levitating platform begins to murmur, glancing over at the elf with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The man with the smirk gives a groan of approval. "Ah, I see," he says, leaning closer to get a better view of Quinn's distress. "Well, you're doing a fine job, little one. Keep it up, you'll be a pro in no time." His words only serve to make Quinn's face burn even hotter.
The platform finally glides to a halt at the Merchants District station. As the crowd disperses, Quinn stumbles, his legs wobbly from the persistent internal massage. Kavar takes his hand, together they begin their walk towards the guild hall.
The streets are a mosaic of color and sound, with merchants shouting their wares and the cobblestones gleaming, having been worn smooth from years of traffic. Quinn steps off the platform, his knee-high boots clicking against the stones as he tries to maintain his poise amidst the internal pounding. Kavar’s hand moves to the small of his back, a firm but gentle guide as they weave through the throngs of people. The loincloth flutters with each step, revealing the elf’s perfectly round ass to anyone who cares to look.
Quinn’s body moves with a newfound grace, the constant pressure from Hummer’s body making him arch his back slightly, his hips swaying in a seductive dance as they walk. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, his eyes glazed over, and his mouth slightly parted as he focuses on the intense sensation within. Each step sends a wave of pleasure through him, a delicate balance between pain and pleasure that keeps his senses on high alert. Kavar’s occasional tap on his back is a reminder to stand tall, a silent command to be the perfect elven companion. People watch him with knowing smirks and nods, the citizens enjoy seeing an elf in their natural state of sexual need, a testament to the societal norms of Valora.
The grand archway leading to the Armlaws Guild comes into view. Quinn's eyes widen in hope, thinking of a quiet room and the possibility of relief from the constant, maddening stimulation. But as they step through the archway and to the double doors of the guild hall, the thunderous roar of the tavern on the main floor hits them like a wave. It's even livelier than before, with patrons of all races cheering and laughing, the clanking of mugs and the smell of spilled ale filling the air. A loud voice cuts through the cacophony, "Kavar! Over here! Bring that elf and join us! We wanna hear about your latest escapade!" Kavar's eyes light up, spotting his friend's waving hand amidst a sea of burly figures. He tugs Quinn along, leading him to the table where his comrades are seated.
Quinn's gives a begrudging groan. He'd hoped for a quiet reprieve, a chance to deal with his building arousal in private, but it seems fate had other plans. He bites his lip, reminding himself to embrace his elven nature as he's dragged into the raucous tavern. He remembers to sway his hips, to be a good slut and take it, as Kavar's hand tightens around his own. The room is a blur of colors and sounds, but Quinn's focus sharpens as they reach the table. The eyes of Kavar's friends sweep over him, taking in the skimpy attire and the arch of his back as he tries to resist the urge to grind his hips. “Hello, fellas. It’s been a while indeed,” Kavar says, his voice rumbling with good-natured amusement.
Quinn’s own gaze roams over the group at the table, taking each of them in one by one. A tall and broad dragonborn with deep blue scales, glints in the firelight from the massive hearth in the room, his horns curling majestically. His grin is wide and toothy, the kind that could only belong to someone who’s seen and enjoyed a fair share of the world’s pleasures. Next to him sits a tabaxi woman, her fur striped like a tigress, with a tail that swipes playfully behind her, clad in dark leather armor and fiddling with a knife in her clawed hands. Across from them sits a pair of identical faces, two lean male half-elven twins, sharing the same mischievous glint in their silver eyes and a cheeky tilt to their heads. Above them, perched atop their hair, are delicate fox ears that twitch with curiosity as they stare at Quinn. Next to them is a dwarf, surprisingly tall for his kin, is decked in gleaming full plate armor, a mug of ale in one hand, a leg of meat in the other, and a knowing smirk on his bearded face.
The blue scaled dragonborn lets out a low whistle, his eyes sweeping up and down Quinn's elven form with a predatory gaze. "Damn, Kavar, you've got a good eye for 'em!" he exclaimed, his spiny tail swishing with excitement. His large horns sweep back dramatically as he leans back in his chair. “Which whorehouse did you pick this little gem up from? I’ve got to check it out!”
Kavar’s laugh boomed through the tavern, his hand resting protectively on Quinn’s shoulder. “Believe it or not, I found him in the middle of nowhere after saving him from a dire wolf. And since then, we’ve bonded completely," he says, his voice filled with pride. He places a big kiss on Quinn’s forehead, who blushes deeply under the attention, his eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.
“Bonded?! Congratulations!” They all shouted in unison, raising their mugs of ale in a toast. Quinn felt his cheeks warm as he buried his face into Kavar’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the sudden burst of attention. Quinn’s eyes widen, his heart racing as he realizes the depth of their bond. This isn’t just a personal commitment; it’s something recognized and celebrated by everyone in the room. The statement is met with nods of approval and knowing smiles, as if the mere mention of bonding is a declaration of triumph. The dragonborn quickly leaned in, whispering something to one of the half-elven twins, who smirked in response.
The twin nudges his other half, chuckling under his breath before speaking up, "So, Kavar, tell us, what's it like to fuck him?" He wiggles his eyebrows, his mischievous grin growing wider as he leans closer, his curiosity piqued. "Can he even handle that monster cock of yours? I mean, look at him, he's so dainty and delicate."
The group errupts into laughter and lewd cheers as Quinn's blush deepens. He can't help but rub his thighs together, the sensation of Hummer slipping and sliding inside him driving him wild with embarrassment and arousal. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the smirks and knowing looks from the diverse crowd of patrons.
Kavar laughs with them, pulling Quinn close by the waist, “Quinn’s hole is the most welcoming I’ve ever felt! It’s like it was made just for me!” He says, as he swings his hand back and slaps Quinn’s ass with a loud smack. Quinn yelps in surprise and pleasure, the cheers from their friends only adding to his arousal. His eyes widen and he looks up at Kavar with a mix of embarrassment and need. Kavar grins at him, “Go on, tell them how much you crave your master’s cock, baby!”
Quinn’s breath hitches as he feels his body respond to the humiliation, his cheeks burning hotter. “I... I do crave it... Master’s... cock... it’s... it’s like heaven... every time...” His voice is small and shaky, the words spilling out of him despite his initial resistance. The group of friends all laugh and cheer, egging him on.
The dragonborn, whose name Quinn hadn’t yet caught, winks at him, a knowing smile playing on his sharp features. “Don’t be shy, little one. We all know how much you elves love a good fucking. It’s like breathing to you, isn’t it?”
Quinn bites his lips and nods, his heart racing as Kavar's friends continue to tease him playfully. Kavar’s hand grips his waist firmly, pulling him closer and planting a big kiss on his cheek, making the elf smile shyly. The half-orc slips his arms around him, easily lifting Quinn’s slender form and moving him to sit sideways in his lap as they join Kavar’s friends.
As the two settle in, a bar maid with a knowing smile glides over to their table. "Welcome home, Kavar! Your usual?" she asks sweetly, her eyes flicking to the elf in his lap.
Kavar nods with a grin. "That sounds great! And add some stew, and berry juice for my elf, please," he calls after her. The bar maid winks at Quinn before sashaying away to fulfill the order.
Quinn's heart races as he tries to ignore the persistent pressure in his abdomen, the slime creature's movements relentless. He's acutely aware of the eyes on him, especially as Kavar introduces him to his friends. "Time for some actual introductions. This little cutie is Quinn," Kavar says, beaming with pride, running the back of his fingers along Quinn’s soft cheek. He then sweeps a hand around the table, "Quinn, these are the people who've got my back in this crazy world." Each of them gives their own welcoming smile to the elf.
Kavar motions to the dwarf first, “This here’s Anthor, the sturdiest shield I’ve ever had the pleasure of fighting beside. He’s got a heart of gold and a taste for strong ale!” Anthor raises a mug in cheers, his beard frothing with the remnants of his last drink. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he looks at Quinn, who is still trying to remain composed despite the slime's persistent pumping inside of him.
Next, Kavar points to the tabaxi, who smirks and waves a hand holding a knife she was sharpening. “That’s Coins. She’s got a way with pockets and a taste for the finer things in life, which I suspect she’ll enjoy sharing with you, my pretty elf.” Coins, with her furry tail swishing, winks at Quinn, who feels a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of being part of their adventures.
“Then there’s the twins, Kinren and Selvei.” Kavar's grin widens as he nods towards the pair of half-elves. They both lean in closer, curiosity sparkling in their amber eyes. “These two are like a pair of whirlwinds on the battlefield, their spells and arrows never miss a beat. They keep the enemy guessing and make sure our backs are always protected.”
The twins, with matching smirks, wink at Quinn. “Can’t wait to see you take Kavar’s cock, little one. I bet you’ll scream like the sweetest melody we’ve ever heard in battle!” Selvei says, his voice playfully taunting. Quinn's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink, and his eyes dart around the group, feeling both embarrassed and oddly excited by the openness of their discussion.
Finally, Kavar jerks his thumb at the blue blue dragonborn beside him, “And this is Korthax. He’s a fiery son of a bitch, but he’s actually a real life teddy bear, I swear. We go way back, fought in more battles than I can count. He’s a beast in combat, and when he’s not breathing fire down the throats of our enemies, he’s probably got his dick in some little elven ass, or getting it sucked under the table at a tavern.” Korthax grins, showing off a row of sharp teeth. “Kavar, you flatter me. I save the best for my friends, though.” His eyes twinkle mischievously as he winks at Quinn.
Quinn feels his cheeks burning hotter than ever before as the conversation around him continues to center on his elven sexuality. He’s never felt so exposed and yet, he can’t help the way his body reacts. Hummer’s relentless pumping inside him is driving him to the edge of pleasure, and he can’t stop the little squeaks and gasps that escape his lips. His hands fidget with the hem of his loincloth, desperately trying to cover himself as the tavern patrons give him knowing looks.
Just as he thinks he might pass out from embarrassment, he feels a slimy shaft thrust off of Hummer, forcing its way deeper inside him. He feels the tendril prying open and stretching the small hole that leads to his amleme, teasing the opening of his most sensitive place. A sharp, sweet spike of pleasure ricochets through his body, making him squeal loudly and sit up ram rod straight. His eyes roll back in his head, and his grip on the loincloth tightens, knuckles turning white. The room seems to spin around him as the creature’s thrusts become more deliberate, aiming for that spot with uncanny precision.
Kavar, noticing Quinn’s distress, leans in and whispers in his ear, “Remember your mantra, sweety.” The words are barely audible over the din of the tavern, but they resonate in Quinn’s mind like a gong. He nods, his breath coming in shallow pants. With each thrust, he whispers to himself, “Be a good slut and take it.” The mantra becomes his lifeline, grounding him in his new reality.
The barmaid arrives with a clatter, setting down a steaming plate of roasted meats and a hearty stew in front of them. The scent of savory broth and freshly baked bread fills the air, and Quinn’s stomach growls, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since this morning. Kavar grins, watching his little elf squirm, and takes a swig.
Coins leans forward on her elbow, her fuzzy striped face cradled in her clawed hands, “Alright, Kav, spill it. We need to hear the whole story about how you found this little gem?” Her gold eyes sparkle with curiosity, her tail swishing impatiently behind her.
Kavar sets the ale down and gives Quinn a spoonful of soup after blowing on it to make it cool. “Well, like I said, I found him in the middle of nowhere in Gelder Forest, about to be a dire wolf’s dinner. Sweet little thing imprinted on me right away, his elven instincts knew he was in the presence of a real man who could protect him. Poor thing had no memories though, no knowledge of the world or anything.” Quinn nods with Kavar’s words, a slight lie to cover his lack of understanding of this world.
Kavar’s expression turns mischievous as he continues, “He hadn’t been fucked in a long time, he was so horny and desperate. To top it off, he had a kink in his fuck hole that stopped me at about half of my cock. Could only get 6 inches in before causing him pain. But we got that fixed right up with constant fucking of his love tunnel and a big butt plug.” Quinn squirms at the mention, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. “And now, we’ve been working almost nonstop together to make that pussy of his. Gonna stuff his womb with a bunch of little me’s!” Kavar is practically beaming at the idea. The others at the table chuckle, enjoying the story.
Kavar grins as he feeds Quinn spoonful after spoonful of soup, the warmth of the liquid and the gentle way he holds Quinn’s chin, guiding the spoon to his lips, sending waves of comfort and care through their bond. While he feeds his elf, Kavar continues their tale, “Bought him all kinds of goodies at River’s Bend to spoil him a little. Then we set off for Neteira. But the road wasn’t kind to us. First, we got caught by an orc war party, they wanted to watch Quinn dance. But their chieftain figured out who I was and got nervouse about keeping me around, as he should, and let us go. That was the easy part.” His tone darkens as remembered the following event.
“But we ran into something much worse than an orc war party. Quinn here was snatched by a group of slavers. They had him for days, and the state he was in when I found him...” Kavar’s voice trails off, his expression darkening as he recounts the harrowing experience. His grip on the elf’s waist tightens, as if the light of his life might disappear in a flash. Quinn whimpers a little at the intense hold, but snuggles closer, the memories of that night bubbling up from the depths.
The group at the table lean in, their eyes wide with shock and anger. “Their leader had taken quite a shine to him, so much so that he decided to break Quinn in, thinking he’d fetch a higher price. The poor elf was in such agony, both from his injuries and the repeated rapes he suffered. When I tracked him down with the help of some Neteiran knights, it was clear he’d been through hell. He was barely clinging to life, his spirit broken and his body a mess.”
Quinn’s eyes well up with tears as the memories flood back, the pain and fear still fresh. He takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as he recalls the horrors of his captivity. The gentle strokes of Kavar’s thumb on his cheek bring him back to the present, a reminder of the safety and warmth he feels with his bonded partner. “But Quinn has been my little trooper through it all, haven’t you, princess?” Kavar says, his voice a mix of affection and pride.
Wiping the tears away with the back of his hand, Quinn nods with a small smile, his blue eyes shimmering with gratitude. “Yeah, I have, Master,” he whispers, the title slipping out naturally now. Quinn knows, that with Kavar beside him, he can push through anything.
Kavar smirks at Quinn, proud of his elf, “To top it all off, we found out my little Quinn here is a Dreamwalker.” Kavar’s voice is full of pride, then his face become stern as he looks up at his friends, “Quinn dream walked to a young drow elf named Nym, who’s unfortunately being held by slavers, and the same fucking leader who had him before. We’re working with the Knight’s Order to get him out, and Thane has the guild on standby. If things go south, we’re storming a slaver’s base to get the elf back as soon as we find it.”
The table goes silent for a moment, the only sounds are the crackling of the fire and the clanking of tankards. Each friend’s expression turns grim. Anthor, the stout dwarf, slams his hand on the table, making the mugs jump. “If that scum has our elfling’s kin, we’ll show them what for!” His fiery beard seems to bristle with anger.
Korthax growls from beside him, “A drow? Are you serious? How did someone get their hands on one of those elves? They rarely come to the surface, let alone a child.” The Dragonborn’s words are filled with shock and anger over such a precious elf.
Kavar glances sidelong at him, “Afraid we don’t know how they got ahold of him. But yes, Nym is a drow, and only four years old at that. Quinn nearly killed himself draining his mana trying to dream walk to him for too long. But we have to rescue him, no matter what.” Kavar grips Quinn tight, the mention of the child sending tremors of fear down the elf’s spine.
Nods and words of agreement are shown around the table, eyes filled with steely determination. Kavar smiles gratefully at his friends, feeling the warmth of camaraderie. “Thank you all, I knew I could count on you. We’re going to save him, no matter what it takes.” Quinn feels a surge of hope and love for the fierce warrior who had claimed him. The dragonborn, Korthax, reaches out and strokes Quinn’s cheek gently. “Don’t you worry, little one. With us around, no one will ever get away with hurting you or your kin,” he assures him with a comforting smile. Quinn smiles warmly at the man, giving a small nod in return.
The conversation around the table shifts back to the present as the friends continue to eat and drink. Quinn shifts around in Kavar’s lap, his eyes glazing over as Hummer’s persistent thrusts inside him become the focus of his world. The sensations are intense, the slime creature’s movements seemingly never-ending. The gentle warmth from Kavar’s broad chest combines with the pressure building in his belly from the soup he’s being fed, creating a delicious, almost euphoric haze.
Kavar notices Quinn’s distraction and decides to give him a little more attention. He leans in, whispering, “You’re doing so well, my love,” before feeding him another spoonful of stew. The tender meat and hearty vegetables seem to melt in Quinn’s mouth as he chews and swallows, his throat bobbing with each bite. The elf on autopilot as he gazes off, Kavar’s gentle encouragement the only thing making him eat.
The dragonborn’s tail flicks with excitement as he watches Quinn, noticing the elf’s eyes glaze over. Korthax, ever the opportunist, spots a cute elf with long green hair skipping by. She’s dressed in an outfit that leaves little to the imagination—pasties adorned with tassels cover her pert nipples, and her crotchless panties expose her bare ass. Her garter belt holds up her lace stockings, and she’s wearing tall high heels that make her legs look even more alluring. He grins mischievously and reaches out, snatching her up in his strong arms. She squeaks and giggles, thrilling in the playful dominance as she’s pulled in Korthax’s lap.
The elf, realizing she’s been caught settles in, getting comfy in the opportunistic dominant’s hold, she looks over at Quinn with curiosity. She’s never seen him before, and her eyes sparkle with the same innocent curiosity that lights up her entire being. “Hi there,” she says with a cheeky smile, Korthax lets her lean close to Quinn, knowing that elves crave each other’s presence. The green haired elf’s lips are pursed as she leans forward, a sparkly sheen on her plush petal lips, eager to greet the newcomer. Quinn, still lost in the haze of his own desires, just barely understands the social cue. He leans in and kisses her, their tongues dancing together as they greet each other in the traditional elven way. The warmth of her mouth and the scent of her sweet, floral perfume fills his senses, adding to the overwhelming arousal that already has his body on edge.
As they pull apart, the room seems to spin for a moment. Quinn’s eyes lock onto her’s, his brain clearing just a little in the presence of a fellow elf, he whispers, “I’m Quinn. What’s your name?” She giggles, a sound as delicate as the bells that often adorn elven clothing. “I’m Lila. It’s so nice to meet you, Quinn. You’re so pretty!” Before Quinn can respond, a firm hand grabs Lila’s waist and she’s yanked back with a playful squeak. Korthax, the dragonborn with a grin as wide as his shoulders, has claimed his prize.
Korthax’s eyes dance with mischief as he turns Lila to face the table in front, setting her in his lap. “I need a cock warmer, little elf,” he says gruffly, his deep voice resonating through the tavern. “Need to borrow your cunt for a while.” Lila gasps in pleasure as she watches him unlace his pants, revealing an 11-inch-long, thick member with bumps and ribs that could only be described as a dragon’s dick. Her pupils dilate and she bites her bottom lip, the sight making her wet with anticipation. The dragonborn’s grin widens as he notices the effect he’s having on her.
With a firm grip, he lifts Lila’s hips slightly and lines the bulbous head of his cock with her dripping entrance. The elf’s breath hitches as she feels the pressure building, her pussy already stretching to accommodate the monstrous size. He teases her, rubbing the tip along her folds, feeling the heat and wetness that coats him. Quinn watches, his own cock cage pulsing in response, the urethral tube sending delightful waves through his cock as he imagines the sensation of being filled like that.
In one swift motion, Korthax pushes Lila down onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt. She lets out a cry that echoes through the tavern, a mix of pain and pleasure. Her walls clench around him, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. The dragonborn’s smile turns into a grunt of satisfaction as he feels her tightness gripping him. He holds her there, allowing her to get used to his size.
The conversation at the table resumes, though it’s clear that the atmosphere has shifted to one of sensual energy. The others continue their banter, occasionally glancing at the display in front of them. Quinn’s eyes are locked on Lila’s face, watching the myriad of expressions that flit across her features. He can see the tension in her jaw, the way she bites her lip, and the slight glaze of pleasure in her eyes as she stares into space, lost in her own world of sensation.
Hummer, noticing Quinn’s intense focus, decides to push his host a little farther. While still fucking the whole length of Quinn’s hole, Hummer extends a thick tendril from his main body and pushes it all the way into Quinn’s amleme organ, having already been teasing the small opening. To which Quinn stiffens and let’s out a high pitched shriek of pleasure. Kavar’s eyes widen in surprise as he feels the bond between them flare with energy, a grin spreading on his face. Quinn’s body jerks and his eyes roll back, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that is coursing through him.
Kinren and Selvei lean in, intrigued by Quinn’s sudden reaction. “What’s going on with him, Kavar?” Kinren asks, his curiosity piqued.
“Well, not to long ago, I found a rather interesting little slime on the road to Neteira,” Kavar explains, his voice filled with amusement. “You all know slimes feed off of sexual energy, and elves are a favored host for them. They’re harmless, so I grabbed it and shoved it in Quinn’s ass to let it play, just for fun. Turns out, the little slime obeys my every command and won’t listen to a word from Quinn. Quinn even named it Hummer, and now it does whatever I tell it to, keeping my elf in line with pleasure, like a little toy for him to enjoy. Currently, Hummer is busy giving Quinn quite the show from the inside, isn’t that right, princess?”
Quinn whimpers and nods, his cheeks flushing pink as the slime inside him continues to squirm and caress his inner walls. Korthax, the dragonborn, raises an eyebrow in intrigue. "A slime? Really? They're usually so mindless. How on earth did you get it to listen to you, Kavar?"
Kavar chuckles, a deep rumble that resonates through the warm space of the guild hall. He gently pats Quinn's stomach, his large hand easily feeling the slime's movements beneath the elf's smooth, pale skin. "I think Hummer just took a liking to me after giving it a permanent home," he says, a proud glint in his eye. "It seems to enjoy keeping Quinn... entertained."
Kavar has a small thought surface in his mind, he’s been told this a lot, that slimes are mindless. Which he knows is true, they are considered an annoying, but harmless pest. But Hummer is definitely unique, every time he explains to others that he’s somehow trained the slime, everyone is shocked. Kavar knows he’s not a scholar but he starts to think he may need to look into this. Quinn rolls his hips in his lap, the slime pushing out his slim belly to bulge into Kavar’s hand, he smirks, thats a problem for future Kavar to deal with.
Quinn whimpered softly, nodding his head to Kavar’s claim as he felt the warm, squishy presence of Hummer moving within him. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson as the slime's body danced around his insides, responding to Kavar's gentle stroking on the outside. The room faded away for Quinn, the whispers of curiosity from the other guild members muffled by his own pulse in his ears. All he could focus on was the rippling sensation up his love tunnel and the comforting hand of his master, grounding him in this moment.
Kavar grins at his friends, “You guys wanna feel it working away?” The group nods eagerly, and they clear a space in the middle of the table. “Hop up, baby boy,” Kavar pats the table, and Quinn, feeling both embarrassed and excited, does as he’s told. He lays down shortwise across the table, his legs hanging off the side, and Kavar helps him lean back so his torso is on the top of the table. The group gets a clear view of Quinn’s belly as it ripples up and down, the unmistakable evidence of something moving within him.
Coins reaches out first, her cat-like fingers tracing the bulge as it travels along Quinn’s stomach. “I’ll be damned, he’s really getting fucked from the inside,” she says with amazement. Anthor, the burly dwarf, chuckles and follows suit, placing his calloused hand over the same spot. “Little slut’s getting it good,” he says with a grin, watching the elf’s stomach quiver beneath his touch. Quinn can’t help but whimper at their words, the attention both humiliating and thrilling.
The twin half-elves, Selvei and Kinren, are next, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. They each place a hand on Quinn’s belly, eager to feel the internal pounding for themselves. They giggle as they chase the bulge up and down with their hands, their palms pressing into his soft flesh. Hummer responds to the increased pressure by vibrating more intensely, his movements causing Quinn’s insides to quiver even more. Selvei’s smile widens. “This is so hot!”
Korthax’s clawed hand replaces the twins’, pressing down harder. Quinn squeaks in surprise, his body involuntarily squirming under the increased force. Despite the pressure from above, Hummer continues to thrust, his slimy body relentless in its pursuit of pleasure. Quinn’s cock cage pulses in time with the slime’s movements, the bumpy tube inside his cock teasing him with every twitch.
The dragonborn’s touch sends a jolt of pleasure through Quinn, and he arches his back, pushing his stomach into the hand on top of him. The slime inside him seems to revel in the attention, moving with more vigor. The tavern goes quiet as the group watches, entranced by the elf’s visceral response to the unseen creature. Even Kavar’s friends, used to the unconventional, can’t help but be amazed by the display.
Quinn writhes on the table, his hips rolling and twitching, both trying to escape and chase the internal pounding that he can do nothing to stop. His cheeks flush a dark pink as his breath hitches in his throat, the only sounds coming from him are gasps and moans that are music to Kavar’s ears. The group laughs good-naturedly at Quinn’s predicament, their mirth a testament to the openness and acceptance of such acts in their society.
Quinn’s eyes are squeezed shut, his mind lost to the symphony of sensations playing within his body. The slime’s relentless pumping and the increasing pressure from Korthax’s hand have him balancing precariously on the edge of a climax he's incapable of reaching. The tavern’s laughter is a distant backdrop to the intimate performance playing out on the table.
Suddenly, a soft, cool touch grazes his cheek, drawing Quinn’s eyes open to find a pair of stunning ice blue eyes staring into his soul. There’s an elf before him, he has a halo of pink hair that frames a face so delicate it could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. A solitary mole sits at the corner of those full, inviting lips, which curve upward into a knowing smile. Quinn’s breath hitches in his throat as the elf leans in, capturing his mouth in a kiss that’s wild and unrestrained.
The pink-haired elf’s hands glide down Quinn’s body, caressing his exposed stomach and sending shivers through his skin as the slime beneath continues its relentless assault. Quinn’s body responds in kind, his moans becoming more pronounced as the unseen creature inside him intensifies its efforts. The tavern patrons’ laughter now mixes with the sound of wet, squelching noises coming from his body, but Quinn is lost in the sensory overload, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure.
The elf’s kiss is fierce, claiming Quinn’s mouth as if it were a treasure long lost. Quinn’s eyes widen in surprise but quickly close again, succumbing to the passion that unfurls within him. The elf’s tongue dances with Quinn’s, a dance that mirrors the slime’s rhythm within, building a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm him. Quinn’s chest heaves, his heart racing, as he surrenders to the moment, the bond with Kavar pulsing with a warmth that seems to resonate with the elf’s touch.
Suddenly, the pink-haired elf is pulled away by the twins, and the spell is broken. Quinn watches, his pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed, as the twins turn their chairs to face each other. They scoot their muscular thighs together, creating a V-shaped throne for the elf. With a grace that belies their size, they lift the elf and position him so he’s straddling their laps. The elf’s sheer toga falls away, revealing his slender form and the tiny metal cage that confines his cock. Quinn feels a pang of curiosity and arousal as he watches what is about to transpire.
The twins, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine, each take out their impressive 13-inch cocks, though they aren’t nearly as wide as Kavar’s. Quinn watches, his breath hitching in his chest, as the pink-haired elf’s eyes glaze over with a mix of apprehension and desire. The elf's cock cage is so small it looks like a delicate piece of jewelry against the stark contrast of his pale skin. One twin grips their cocks togther, the other teasing the elf’s puckered hole with a digit, coating it in the sweet elven slick that Quinn has grown so familiar with. Coating their dick combo with the natural lubricant, the twins position themselves, eager to claim their prize.
Quinn’s eyes widen as he realizes what the twins have planned. The sight of their combined length sends a thrill down his spine, and he can’t help but clench his own cheeks around the slime inside him, his rim clenching hard around his metal plug as well. The pink-haired elf, his eyes glazed with a mix of shock and arousal, is lowered onto the twins’ cocks. He lets out a muffled cry as they enter him, his body visibly shaking as he takes their impressive girth.
The twins are relentless, pushing the elf down until their cocks are buried deep within him. His body trembles with the intensity of the penetration, his eyes squeezed shut as he adjusts to the fullness. The tavern's atmosphere is thick with lust as the patrons continue their conversations, glancing over to enjoy the show. Quinn's own arousal reaches new heights, his hole clenching around the slime, which seems to respond in kind, writhing and pulsing inside him. He watches the pink elf's expression morph from pain to pleasure, his lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy.
The twins begin to thrust in unison, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Quinn's breath hitches in his chest, his own body aching to be filled like that. The pink-haired elf's moans grow louder, his hips rocking back and forth atop the two men. Quinn's cheeks flush, his heart racing as he takes in the scene. He feels a hand on his thigh and looks up to see Kavar's knowing smile, his thumb playing with the edge of Quinn's cock cage. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through Quinn, making his stomach flutter.
"Baby boy," Kavar murmurs, his deep voice cutting through the haze of desire, "I want you to think about how your hole feels. How Hummer is fucking your guts. How good it feels to have him sliding around inside your plush pink hole. Let your mind melt."
Quinn whimpers sweetly and nods, his eyes glazed over as he focuses on the sensations in his ass. The slime monster, Hummer, inside him is a living, pulsing presence, moving and stretching him from within. It's as if he's being fucked by an invisible force, a reverse penetration that's as overwhelming as it is exhilarating. He feels the slime retreat deep into his bowels, only to surge back towards his hole, mimicking the relentless rhythm of a real dick. The pressure builds, sliding and stretching him until his vision swims and his thoughts dissolve into a haze of pure, unbridled lust.
The scene around the table unfolds like a carnival of flesh, an erotic tapestry of groans and gasps that mingle with the clanking of mugs and the crackling fireplace. The female elf, a vision of grace and beauty, remains impaled on Korthax's cock, her body quivering with every twitch of the dragonborn's shaft. She seems almost lifeless, her eyes closed and her breaths shallow, yet her pussy clenches and unclenches around him, a silent testament to the depth of her arousal. The pink-haired male elf, on the other hand, is a maelstrom of pleasure, his body contorted between the twins' lean muscular forms as they pummel his ass together without mercy. His screams are a symphony of pain and ecstasy, echoing off the tavern walls and stirring the desires of every patron.
Quinn’s mind drifts away into a pleasant haze, the world around him blurring into a mirage of sensation and color. His thoughts are a river of molten lava, flowing around the edges of his consciousness without ever quite reaching the center. He’s lost in the feeling of the slime creature inside him, the gentle pulsing of its form against the walls of his ass, the way it stretches him open and fills him up so completely. It’s as if he’s floating in a warm, velvety sea, the waves of pleasure lapping at his soul and carrying him further from the shore of reality.
Quinn could barely think, his body was so overstimulated. The slime's movements grew more deliberate, each pulse and twirl of its gelatinous form pushing him closer to an edge he’ll never reach. His flush spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he gasped for air, eyes half lidded and unfocused. But the elf was so far gone, Quinn couldn’t barely think straight.
The dinner passed in a pleasant haze, and before Quinn could process anything, Kavar's strong arms lifted him in a princess carry, the slime inside him continuing its relentless dance of pleasure. The elf snuggled in close to his master, enjoying the gentleness. The half-orc's footsteps echoed through the guild's corridors, his destination unknown to Quinn, who was lost in the buzz of sensation. Hummer's movements grew more deliberate, each pulse jolting through his elven body, setting his nerves alight. His breath hitched, his eyes glazed over, and his cheeks remained a deep shade of embarrassed pink.
Quinn’s haze made it difficult to feel the softness of a bed beneath him, and the sudden absence of clothing as Kavar gently tugged his garments away. The cool air of the room brushed against his bare skin, heightening his arousal. He was dimly aware of Kavar's presence, his deep voice rumbling something, the tone sounded comforting, but the words didn't quite penetrate the fog enveloping his mind. The slime's caress grew more insistent, filling him with an intense, desperate need that only his master could satisfy.
As if on cue, Quinn felt the familiar pressure at his back entrance, and then the slight burn of a stretch as the plug was removed. Hummer's form immediately expanded to fill the void, stretching him to the brink of pain and pleasure. A gasp slipped from his lips, and his legs instinctively parted, inviting more. Kavar took this as the invitation it was, aligning the thick, slick tip of his cock with Quinn's quivering hole.
With a gentle, yet firm, push, Kavar slid into him, the combined presence of both the slime and his master's cock causing Quinn to moan loudly. Hummer slid back in deep to allow Kavar room in Quinn’s hole, ready to work together to pleasure the elf. Quinn’s body was a whirlwind of sensation, the alien feeling of being filled so completely setting every nerve ablaze. He could feel the veins on Kavar's shaft pulsing against the walls of his channel, the heat of their union making him shiver with need. His eyes rolled back in his head as Kavar began to thrust slowly, giving him time to adjust to the new fullness.
Hummer's movements grew more vigorous, responding to the presence of Kavar's cock with renewed enthusiasm. The slime's tendrils wrapped around the thick shaft, caressing and stimulating it as it slid in and out of Quinn's body. Kavar groaned, pleased with the added stimulation to his cock given by their pet slime. Quinn's breaths came in short, sharp gasps as he felt his body stretch to accommodate both entities. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a blend of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through his soul.
Quinn's eyes fluttered open, meeting Kavar's intense gaze. His master's eyes were filled with a fiery passion that seemed to burn through him, igniting a fire in his core. With each stroke, Kavar's cock hit that perfect spot, sending jolts of pleasure through him that made him quiver and arch his back, desperately seeking more. His hands clutched at the furs beneath him, nails digging in as he struggled to hold on to reality.
Quinn’s mind floated on a cloud of bliss as Kavar’s cock continued to pound into him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through his elven body. The worries and fears of the day had melted away, leaving only the here and now, the feeling of being filled and claimed by his master. He could feel the heat building in Kavar’s cock, the tension in his muscles, and the demanding rhythm of his strokes, all telling him that he was close to giving Quinn what he craved most: his come.
The room around them faded to a blur as Quinn’s eyes rolled back, his thoughts consumed by the singular desire to be marked by Kavar’s essence, to have that warm, potent liquid fill him up. His body quivered and writhed, his hole tightening around the half-orc’s shaft, urging him closer to the edge of climax. Quinn’s mind was a whirlwind of need, his thoughts a haze of pleasure that grew more intense with every passing moment.
As the pressure inside him built, Quinn’s body responded instinctively, his inner muscles clenching and releasing, milking Kavar’s cock, eager to pull out every drop of come. The air grew thick with anticipation, the tension in the room almost tangible. Then, with a growl, Kavar reached his peak and slammed all the way in, his cock pulsing as he filled Quinn’s insides with his seed.
Quinn felt the warmth spread through him, a deep, satisfying ache that seemed to reach into his very soul. The sound of his own ecstatic cry filled his ears, a sound that seemed to come from another place, another time. His vision swam with stars as he lost himself to the intensity of his climax.
As he rode the waves of pleasure, he could feel Kavar's cock swelling even more inside him, the half-orc’s release a powerful, primal force that seemed to resonate within his very being. Quinn’s body responded beautifully, his walls clamping down hard, milking every drop from his master’s shaft. The sensation was so overwhelming that it stole his breath, leaving him gasping for air.
The world around him faded into a haze of white as his climax hit its peak, the intensity of the pleasure making his vision swim and his mind go blank. For a brief, exquisite moment, there was nothing but the feeling of being filled, the sound of his own voice echoing in his ears as he cried out in ecstasy. It was a sound he hadn’t heard before, a sound that seemed to belong to someone else entirely—but as he came back to himself, he realized that it had been his own voice all along.
Quinn’s body was a mass of sensation, his every nerve ending alight with pleasure as Kavar started to thrust into him again to extend his own climax, even though his conscious mind was lost in the throes of his orgasm. He felt each movement of the half-orc’s cock, every twitch and throb as it released more of its warm, thick essence into him. It was as if his entire being was focused on receiving Kavar’s seed, his body moving of its own accord to accommodate the other’s needs.
Kavar watched Quinn closely, his own climax subsiding as he took in the sight of his elf’s utter submission. His deep thrusts came to a stop, hilted in the elf’s tight elven sheath. He knew that the boy was in no state to resist, or even understand what was happening, but that’s okay—this was for his own good. He knows he needs to fill Quinn to the brim with his seed to keep him calm and content. To help him make that important pussy as well. With a gentle smile, Kavar began to move again, his cock still buried deep within the elf’s quivering body.
Quinn’s face was a picture of pure bliss, his eyes rolled back in his head as he lay there, unmoving. Kavar took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his elf in this vulnerable state—his long lashes fanning out on his cheeks, the way his soft lips parted slightly as he panted for breath, the sweet smell of their mingled arousal filling the air around them. Then, with a renewed sense of purpose, he began to thrust harder, his hips moving with a steady rhythm that made Quinn’s small frame shake slightly with each impact.
Five loads of warm, thick come later, Quinn’s body remained limp and unresponsive, yet the pink tinge to his cheeks and the spasms of his inner muscles indicated that he was experiencing something profoundly intense. His belly had a gentle curve to it now, swelled with the weight of Kavar’s seed that he had taken in. Kavar smiles, he can feel that Quinn has calmed significantly through the bond. The stress from the search for Nym, the meeting with the ill behaved mage from the Knights Order, all of it was washed away by his come, leaving Quinn in a blissed out state.
The half-orc slowly withdrew from the elf’s tight embrace, his cock slipping out with an obscene pop, leaving Quinn’s hole gaping and dripping. Without hesitation, before the elf could feel any discomfort from being empty, Kavar slid Quinn’s butt plug back into his hole, pulling a small content sigh from the elf. Carefully, he maneuvered himself to lie beside the exhausted elf, his massive body dwarfing the delicate frame of his bonded partner. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Quinn’s face, revealing the soft, content smile that played upon the boy’s lips even in sleep. His thumb traced the line of Quinn’s cheekbone before coming to rest on the pulse point of his neck, where the collar sat snugly, a symbol of their bond that was as much a part of him as the air they breathed.
Kavar’s heart swelled with a fierce protectiveness as he studied Quinn’s peaceful features, his mind reeling with the depth of his newfound love and responsibility. The elf’s chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, the only sound in the quiet room other than the distant murmur of the guild members going about their evening activities. He knew that he would lay down his life for this creature without a second thought, to keep him safe and cared for, as was his duty as a master.
Leaning in, Kavar pressed a gentle kiss to Quinn’s forehead, savoring the sweet scent of content elf. With a sigh, he nestled in closer, his heavy arm draped protectively over the elf’s torso. Quinn’s soft snores grew rhythmic as he sank into a deep, healing slumber, his body fully at ease with the orc’s warmth and the security of their bond. The soft light from the flickering crystals cast shadows across their entwined forms, painting a picture of love and dominance that was as natural as the air they breathed.
The warrior’s thoughts drifted to the trials ahead, to the challenge of saving Nym. His hand traveled down to Quinn’s waist, pulling him closer. Together they would find Nym and bring him to safety, a new bonded member to their budding family. The elf’s gentle breathing and the warmth of his body brought a comfort that Kavar hadn’t known before. This delicate creature had captured his heart, and he would move mountains to keep him safe and happy. Kavar’s eyes start to grow heavy, lulled by the serenity of the moment and the quiet whispers of the night outside. He drifts off to sleep, his thoughts a mix of pride, love, and the fierce determination to protect his elf.