𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑟—𝑣𝑒𝑛? 𝑂ℎ, 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛, ℎ𝑒ℎ. 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐷𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. Freyjam’s antennae picked up the scent of beer and other alcohols. He pushed the door and got in, wearing an apron over his well-built body.
        “—Hey, watch your mouth in front of ladies here. You do not want me to send you away early.”
        “Oh come on, I just said that she has big tits! Hahaha!”
        Two men were having a loud conversation by the counter, one of them being a bear, one being a cat. . . .  Freyjam turned his gaze and observed the whole room. Not much different from other taverns he visited before: lit by candles and flame lamps with wooden furniture. Freyjam also realized he was probably the shortest customer here tonight. Good.
        The barkeeper, who was in fact the cat that was arguing earlier, went to serve beer for Freyjam as soon as he saw him sitting down at the counter.
        “Sorry for the noise. Welcome to the tavern, what bring you here today?”
        “Oh, I just got off work and wanted to relax myself with some alcohol, heh.”
        The barkeeper cleaned a glass. His ear twitched. He glanced towards the entrance. It had opened and closed again, footsteps and laughter coming from that direction—just two people coming in. Those were female voices. Freyjam’s antennae perked up, responding to the pheromones of those females—no, elfs. Freyjam glanced toward the direction. Two women were heading to a table; their skirts moved as they walked, showing glimpses of their legs. They had very long legs. . . 
        Freyjam turned his gaze away quickly before they noticed him staring at them. It would be uncool to be so obvious with one’s desire like that. Anyway, he would set his plan into motion after a few drinks to get himself warmed up. Those leg-teases were worth it. The barkeeper put down a wooden mug filled with ale in front of Freyjam, he grabbed and raised it. A toast for tonight! Freyjam took a big gulp of the beer, feeling it running down his throat.
        𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑡. Freyjam peered over the rim of his drink to ogle her again. Her cleavage was eye-level with him as she leaned forward and whispered something into another 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 elf’s ear. The two of them laughed together. He watched them closely. They were twins; identical twins. They had the same blonde hair, the same sharp blue eyes and the same slender builds.
        The bard’s music got louder and their hips began to sway to the beat. He wondered if they would be open to a three-way? He wanted them both. But he’d seen the way they exchanged glances and giggled whenever they looked at him, and he was positive they were interested.
        “So, um. This tavern is nice isn’t it? I like how cozy it is.”
        “Oh. Yeah, it is.”
        There were four mugs of beer on the table, the two elves looking a bit drunk while chatting with each other. Their faces flushed and bright. The elf with a ponytail had their hair slightly unkempt, which was funny given her feminine dress sense and pristine-looking skirt.
        “Hey, you two look like you’re having fun over there! Can I join you?”
        Freyjam strolled over to the table and sat down across from them without waiting for an answer. He leaned back, and looked up at the two elves with a grin. . .  The elf with a ponytail stared at him blankly before laughing out loud.
        “—Are you joking!? Like hell we will let you sit here with us! Are you trying to pick a fight!?”
        “—Aya! You’re being rude, sister—ahaha—yeah. . .  I think the bee guy was only kidding with you. I mean, heh, you could have rejected him a nicer way, maybe. . .?”
        “Hmph, the best kind of rejection is a non-rejection. So what do you say? Can I join you two lovely ladies tonight or not? I’ll buy you some more drinks if you want~”
        “Y-You know,” the elf with long hair stuttered, “That’s not how it works, right? You don’t just get to sit down and start talking to us without asking first. We’re just minding our own business and enjoying ourselves, not looking for company.”
        “Uh. . .  then can I buy you two a drink?”
        “Hmph.” Aya snorted.
        “We are not that cheap you know. Do not bother us please. Hey, Sister, what time is it now?”
        “Eh? Uh. . .  Rena, aren’t you curious what’s with his build, and—”
        “—What!? Come on, tell me! Let me guess. . .  he is working as a dwarf wrestler or a honeymaker? That explains the muscles on him.”
        “Actually, I’m a chef de cuisine for the lord, so—”
        “—Say what? So, like a boss of the kitchen?” Aya interrupted.
        “Well, yeah, ladies. Don’t you see my apron? I, Freyjam, am known for my talent in preparing every dish, from starters to the main courses.”
        With those words, Freyjam stood up and flexed his arms to show off the well-defined muscles underneath, giving the twin elves a better view of his figure. He could see their blue eyes widen with curiosity as they checked him out—Freyjam reached behind him and untied the strings holding up his apron, letting it drop down onto the floor. . .  Now he stood before them bare-chested, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs that left very little to hide.
        “. . .” Rena began, “Uh. . .  huh. You know that you don’t have to strip in front of us to impress us right?”
        “Now, you’re making yourself look like an idiot in front of everybody here.”
        “An idiot? I’m not the only topless male here tonight ladies, and neither is anyone being uncomfortable.”
        He pointed towards a bard and the bear near the counter, both half-naked as well. No one else seemed bothered by any of this at all—in fact, several females also began disrobing themselves too, loosening their tops to show off their chests. Freyjam flashed the two elves another smile before returning to his seat again.
        “Hmph. . .  We’re not like the rest of the idiots you’ll find at a tavern, actually. The normal ones. You will find me at a fine-dining restaurant rather than a dirty low-quality tavern like this.” Aya said.
        “Then where do you go to, ladies?”
        “Eh, I’m not comfortable sharing that with you.”
        “Same. . .”
        “Aw, come on! We can go out together next time. I’ll treat you two. You know, I make good money working for the lord. So what’s your deal?”
        “. . . Fine. I work as a baker, Rena is an alchemist, and I got no clue about my sister’s love life.”
        “Yet, you two are here together. . .  heh, interesting.”
        “Shut up. It’s not that interesting. Are you trying to flirt with us? We’re not interested in a bee guy like you.”
        “Oh really now? Then why are you blushing? And why do I smell pheromones from you two?”
        “What are you talking about?”
        Freyjam’s antenna twitched upon the scent of alcohol coming from them. Although it was faint, he could tell they were tipsy enough to be more honest with themselves. Freyjam leaned forward towards them, resting his chin on his hand as he looked up at the two tall elves—The longhair elf sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at Freyjam with a sour expression. They were wearing some kind of academic uniform that showed off their slender figures, but also covered up enough skin to keep them modest. It was a shame they didn’t wear something more revealing tonight.
        “Anyway,” Rena said. “Don’t you think you’re wasting your time talking to us? My sister is hopeless, and you’re a bee. If you want to mingle with somebody you can relate to, I suggest you go sit at the other table or try catching a moth.”
        “Bitch, you—”
        “Actually, I’m married to a moth lady. So don’t worry about me.”
        “. . . I see. You have good taste. But there’s one thing you got wrong.”
        “Hm?”
        Rena leaned forward towards Freyjam, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she stared down at him with those piercing blue eyes of hers. Her shirt’s front had loosened itself due to the motion, revealing more skin beneath the thin fabric. They were directly in his line of sight. . .  and even though she wasn’t showing anything off yet, she definitely knew what effect it had on men. He looked up into her eyes, but they held no emotion whatsoever.
        “I am not a bitch. I just don’t like it when people try flirting with me, especially if they think they’re gonna get laid that easily. But thanks for the compliment anyway, I appreciate it.”
        “Huh. . .  So what do you ladies do for fun besides getting drunk?”
        “You’re seriously not going to stop bugging us, are you? Fine, whatever. Let’s have another round then, on me!”
        Rena threw down another handful of silver coins on the table, waving over a server for refills for all three of them. They waited for the server to fill their cups before continuing their conversation. Aya, the ponytail elf, cleared her throat before she spoke up again.
        “Aren’t you just being stubborn right now? Why don’t you go home and fuck your wife already?”
        “Heh. You know what they say about bees, right? We like to fuck anything that moves.”
        “And I’m supposed to believe you’d give up on trying to seduce us because we told you no?”
        “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
        “Hmph. . .  Hey Rena, let’s get out of here.”
        “Eh? But I just got another drink though. . .”
        Freyjam grabbed Aya by the arm as she tried to stand up, pulling her back down into her seat. 𝑂ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡. He thought. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. . .  But he didn’t care—if she did, then he deserved it. She glared at him with narrowed eyes, looking pissed off now, but he couldn’t help himself from wanting to tease her more.
        “Aya! Calm down please! Hey. . .  don’t fight. . .”
        “You shut up. This is between me and the bee here. We have some things to discuss.”
        “Come on,” He said. “Don’t be like that. I just want to talk a bit more before you two leave. What’s the harm in staying? It’ll be fun, I promise.”
        “. . .”
        “Ah, if you really want to go home, I won’t stop you ladies—”
        “—That won’t do, friend.” A new voice suddenly spoke out from behind them, making Freyjam jump in surprise, releasing his grip on Aya’s arm.
        “. . . You.” Aya said.
        The bear that was sitting at the counter earlier had now approached their table, looking rather displeased by what he’d heard. He placed a large paw on Freyjam’s shoulder and stared at Aya with his yellow eyes.
        “What do you want?”
        “You punched me earlier and I have not forgotten about that yet.”
        “I only commented that you had ‘a big tits’ at first, and you almost ripped my balls off.”
        “Hmph.”
        “So, I can’t stand a person like you—a violent bitch with no manners.”
        “Huh? You think I’m afraid of a bear? Hmph. Go ahead then.”
        𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤!?
        “Wait, hold on! I—”
        “—No no, let them settle it themselves. I already told her not to punch people in the face. . .”
        Freyjam’s eyes met with Rena’s as they watched in silence. She gave him a shrug, acting like this is normal for her ponytail sister. Freyjam stood up, going over to Rena’s side.
        “So, Miss Rena. . .  Can we get a third round?”
        “. . . Hmm? Oh yeah, sure.”
        Rena stared at Freyjam, smirking slightly before waving down another server to order another round of drinks. The two of them clinked their glasses together in cheers before taking sips of their ale. Freyjam glanced over at the bartender, who continued cleaning glasses without saying anything.
        As Freyjam stared into his cup, a huge blast of wind suddenly swept across the room, blowing out most of the candles and leaving everyone else blinded for a second. 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐴𝑦𝑎!? He thought. And indeed, when the dust settled, he saw her standing up, pointing her palm towards the bear.
        “I am sick of your face! Why don’t you leave us alone!?”
        “—Tsk.”
        The bear’s body shook as it transformed into its other form—a werebear. It now stood towering over Freyjam and the rest of the patrons in the bar.
        “Hmph. I didn’t want to fight in here, but you’ve forced my hand.” Aya said.
        “Are you challenging me, elf?”
        “. . .”
        Aya kicked a chair towards the bear. However, the man leapt at her and slashed through the wood with ease, knocking Aya back against the wall, stunned. He was on top of her in an instant—slashed! Her uniform was torn open in a flash by the bear’s claw, and Freyjam could see her grey lingerie underneath; along with her exposed midriff.
        “Tsk. Your little wind trick won’t work on me.”
        Aya struggled against him as he grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head. She kicked her legs at him, but he easily held them down with his massive body. The werebear reached down and ripped off her skirt completely, leaving only the thin panties covering her privates.
        “H-Hey! What the hell are you doing!?”
        “Isn’t it obvious, elf?”
        “Ugh!”
        The bear grabbed the waistband of Aya’s panties, tugging it away from her body—until Freyjam slammed his shorter, yet muscular form into the bear’s side. The two of them wrestled against each other, crashing into tables and chairs until they ended up rolling on the floor together. Freyjam let go of him and stood up again. He was bruised and bleeding a bit from the nose, but he looked otherwise fine.
        “Friend! I thought you were on my side!”
        “Nope, not really.”
        “I knew it!”
        “I’m neutral actually, I just want to drink in peace. . .”
        “Then stay outta my way!”
        The bear lunged towards Freyjam and tackled him, slamming his head into the wooden flooring. Stars filled Freyjam’s vision for a second before he recovered, pushing himself off the floor with both hands. He was about to swing at the bear, but someone stepped into his line of sight instead.
        Freyjam looked up and saw Aya standing above him, looking down at him with those same cold, blue eyes as before. He noticed now that she was shaking slightly. Whether it was rage or fear, he couldn’t tell. . .  Probably both. But it made her breasts jiggle within their confines of cloth and lace. That gave him a pleasant distraction from the pain in his jaw for a moment.
        Through the slashed fabric of her uniform, he could clearly see her navel, and her stomach muscles twitching nervously. Her skirt was still intact, though barely clinging to her waist—it hung open around her hips, showing off her thighs and lower legs. As soon as the ponytail elf noticed Freyjam checking her out, she blushed and folded her arms across her chest.
        “Stop staring at me pervert.”
        “I’m sorry, but that’s why I’m here right? To look at a woman’s beauty. Especially if she’s willing to share it with me.”
        “—Aya! Looks at you, aha! You are having so much fun, eh?”
        “No, my mood ruined since I’m getting touched by an animal!”
        “—I am not an animal, you elf. I am a werebear!”
        “—No, that’s enough. I told you to watch your mouth in front of ladies. I will not be sending you away, but you will repair the furniture.”
        “—Tsk!”
        The tomcat barkeeper stepped in front of them. He held out his hand towards the bear, and in his palm was a piece of paper with writing on it. But other than that. . .  everyone went on with their business as if nothing happened.
        Aya brushed herself off, glaring at the two males before walking away from them—but not before kicking the werebear in his groin while he was still kneeling on the floor, wincing in pain.
        “Serves you right! Ugh, I need another drink. Can I buy your mug, and take it outside, Cat?”
        The barkeeper nodded in response.
        “Good. Come on Rena, let’s finish our drinks somewhere less shitty.”
        “Sure.”
        Rena reached down and took out a handful of coins and placed them on the table. They both grabbed their drinks and made their way through the crowd towards the front door. The tavern patrons were busy talking among themselves, laughing loudly and singing drunken tunes. The music hadn’t stopped playing once, either.
        “H-Hey. . .! Wait!”
        Freyjam rushed after them, knocking over chairs as he stumbled through the crowd. He caught up to them right before they reached the tavern entrance. Aya glared at him over her shoulder while holding open the door. She rolled her eyes at him before stepping out onto the street, followed closely behind by her sister, Rena. Freyjam followed after them and closed the door behind him.
        “So, where to next, ladies?”
        “Ughhh. . .  You again!? Don’t tell me you want to come with us.”
        “Well yeah, of course. We were having such a nice chat too. . .  I don’t see why we have to stop just because you had a bar fight. Besides, there’s nothing better than enjoying a good drink while stargazing with two beautiful ladies.”
        “You have guts, little man.”
        “Sis, he already wins over you. Just accept that.”
        “Rena! You traitor. . .”
        “H-Huuufff~ So how about it?”
        “Right, how about it?” Freyjam said.
        “How about what? Ugh, you’re not going to leave me alone until we do something together, are you?”
        “No offense, but I think your torn uniform makes you look sexy. The air must be so cold out here for your perky nipples to be like that.”
        “Eek! No, they aren’t! You’re looking at my bras now, aren’t you!? You are not different from that bear! Likewise, you pulled my arm earlier too, don’t think I have forgotten that.”
        “Aren’t you going to drink your ale? You even paid for the mugs.”
        “. . . Rgh. . .  Whatever. Let’s do something together. Sis?”
        “Mmm. . .  Hic, yeah, okay, sounds good. . .  Mmhm. . .”
        “Sister! Are you listening? What should we do now? The tavern is too crowded anyway. Should we go somewhere else? Like a park or a garden perhaps. . .?”
        “Hahahahahaha~ Siiiiiissss~ Where are we going, aaaaaah?”
        “. . . Damn, how much did you two drink already?” Freyjam chuckled.
        The two elves now stared blankly at the ground, swaying with a mug of ale in their hands and half-lidded, unfocused eyes. Rena leaned against Aya for support; giggling as she wobbled on unsteady feet.
        Aya clutched her drink close to her chest, staring straight ahead. She took small sips from her cup every so often, not once looking at Freyjam or Rena. He gulped. There was a lot to see in this moment. While Rena didn’t get into the action like Aya did, her attire was also in disarray to an extent, many buttons of her shirt undone, exposing her grey bra, cleavage and even part of her underboob; from Freyjam’s point of view—The ponytail elf had the same red-faced look on her face, though she kept drinking without a care in the world.
        𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡.
        𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒!
        Freyjam grinned to himself before stepping forward and wrapping an arm around Rena’s waist, pulling her towards him. Her much larger, or rather taller, frame meant she towered over him. He would have to lift his chin up high just to look into her eyes, but right now he couldn’t care less about that. His hand wandered beneath her skirt, tracing its way up her thigh. He felt goosebumps form under his touch as he pressed against her underwear.
        “Eeep. . .! What are you—!? —Ahhhn~! N-Noo~. . .  Stop touching me there. . .”
        Rena whimpered softly when he pushed against her clit, teasing it through the fabric of her panties. The tall elf tried to pull away from him, but Freyjam tightened his grip around her waist, holding her close. She whimpered again as he continued rubbing her pussy. It was starting to feel wet too, judging by how sticky her panties were becoming.
        “Rena,” Aya started. “What are you doing? You’re acting like a pervert, you know that?”
        “N-Nooo! I’m not! I swear! Ahaha. . .  hnn. . .  It’s because. . .  of the. . .  alcohol. . . Aaahn~! So embarrassing! So humiliating. . .!”
        “Yeah right,” Freyjam said. “I bet you wanted this from the start, huh? Come on, let’s get out of here before someone notices us.”
        “C-Catch me first then, hehe. . .” Aya replied.
        The ponytail elf suddenly bolted ahead of them, running through the streets with her mug in hand. She stumbled every now and then, but managed to keep her balance somehow. Her twin sister giggled drunkenly as she chased after her, sprinting past Freyjam without a second thought.
        “Hey! Wait for me!”
        𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑!
        Freyjam followed quickly behind Rena as they continued down the path, passing by several houses and shops along the way. They eventually arrived at a secluded area behind a garden, where trees blocked most of the light from entering the area. There was only one lantern hanging overhead, illuminating a small clearing in front of a wall.
        “I found you both! And got my prize!”
        Rena and Aya stood together with their backs against the wall. The contrast between ruffled clothes and exposed grey bras was a sight to behold. Their faces flushed red from the alcohol, sweat dripping down their heads.
        “Are you ladies done playing hide and seek now? Because it looks like you’re waiting for something else.”
        “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aya answered.
        “Me neither. . .”
        “Oh really? You really shouldn’t have run, Aya. I had to chase after you and Rena, and I’m not going to let either of you go until I get what I want.”
        “Mmm. . .  Heheh, maybe if you promise to give us a good fuck first.” Aya said.
        Freyjam frowned as he turned around, looking for a place to sit down. He spotted a bench nearby and headed over to it, plopping down onto the wooden seat. He beckoned for them to come closer with his finger, his stinger making itself more prominent through his briefs. They both hesitated before approaching him slowly.
        “Sit on me.”
        “Fine,” Aya replied. “But only because I feel bad for treating you like hell in the tavern. . .  W-Wahh!? Why are you holding my waist!?”
        All Freyjam could see now were Aya’s large backside and her torn skirt, blocking his view of anything else. The ponytail elf gasped when their groins touched, pressing up against each other—She could feel his bulge digging into her panties, rubbing against her wetness. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get away from him, but his hands gripped onto her tighter than ever before. She cried out again when he lifted her skirt up, revealing her grey panties, stained by a dark spot where his tip pressed against the fabric.
        “O-Oh! Frey. . . jam. . .”
        “Gosh, you two really love to make things hard for me don’t you?”
        “W-W-Wait, I didn’t mean—Mmmfff. . .!?”
        “Mmmmmmffffff. . .”
        “H-Hey, stop making those noises!”
        “Hahahaha!”
        Freyjam chuckled as he began moving his hips back and forth, grinding his bulge against her entrance, earning another gasp from Aya. Her juices soaked through the cotton material of her underwear, coating his own underwear with her fluids. His antennae vibrated, detecting more pheromones from the drunk elf, who continued moaning quietly despite her best efforts.
        “Y-You pervert. . .  You just wanna fuck my cunt. . .  Don’t you?”
        “Hee hee. . .  Sorry, but I’m a bee. I can’t help myself.”
        “H-Hey, Rena, help me get away from him—Ngah! N-Noooo. . .!”
        “Oh yes, Rena! Please, come join us!”
        “H-Huh? Okay. . .  I-I guess. . .”
        Freyjam’s hand reached out and grabbed Rena, pulling her closer towards him, and down onto her knees. The drunk elf obediently crawled towards them, watching with wide eyes as Freyjam continued grinding his hips against Aya’s crotch. Rena watched them.
        “H-Hee hee. . .  It feels good, doesn’t it, Aya? I want you to enjoy it. . .”
        “You fucker. . .  Stop teasing me like this! Oooohhh~. . .”
        Rena’s face reddened even more when Freyjam began hardening his stinger through the fabric of his briefs. She bit her lip, unable to tear her gaze away—Aya’s breathing grew ragged, her entire body trembling under his assault.
        “Haaa. . .  Hahh. . .  Fuck! I want your cock inside me already, you bastard. . .”
        “Heh, really? Well, that’s not happening right now. I want you two to enjoy yourselves first.”
        “Haaah! No. . .  Stop teasing meee. . .  It feels weird! Ahh. . .! A-Aaaaahn~”
        “Hahhh~. . .  Aya, you look like you’re going crazy! Hehe, you’re going crazy! He’s rubbing you really hard now, isn’t he?”
        “Hnngg. . .! Hnnn~. . .  I can’t stand it anymore. . .! You fucker. . .!”
        Aya reached down and tugged away the fabric of her panties, revealing her wet, creamy pussy lips. Her fingers slipped inside, stroking herself as she moaned loudly, grinding against Freyjam. Her left hand grabbed her bra and squeezed it hard, Freyjam continued teasing her, enjoying the sounds of her gasps and moans.
        “Fuck, Freyjam!”
        “Hah, that’s better! Now tell me what you want.”
        “I. . .  I want your dick!”
        “G-Get off me, now.”
        “What!?”
        Freyjam pushed Aya off him. She wobbled a bit before falling forward, landing on her hands and knees. Her skirt did fell down to cover her bottom again. He made a motion with his hand, signaling for them to get onto their knees. They both complied. He then, at last, pulled down his briefs, letting his hard stinger spring free in front of them. It’s completely black with sticky yellow precum leaking out from the tip.
        “So, which one of you is going to suck first?”
        “Is that a fucking honey!? I don’t believe it. . .” Aye said.
        “Oh, and what would you know about my cum? It is real honey you see. A sweet substance made for loving pleasure.”
        “Erm. How come?” Rena said.
        “Simple. Honey makes sex great!”
        “What!? Really? How come I never heard of this?”
        The twins stared at Freyjam’s stinger for a moment before they moved closer to it. Aya reached out and grasped it with her hand, sliding up and down. Her elfish fingers were coated in his sticky honey-like cum, making her hand slide easily across the surface. . .  𝑂ℎℎℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑠~. His penis stiffened in response to her touch.
        “Wow. . .” Aya whispered.
        “Y-Yeah. . .” Rena said.
        Aya took her hand off of his member. The two elves crawled forward until their chests pressed against Freyjam’s stinger; Rena’s white uniform and Aya’s grey bra. Both of them leaned their heads down, letting their tongues out of their mouths and licking his shaft at the same time. Each time, another spurt of sweet goo shot out of the tip, smearing their faces. Their hot breaths tickled his cock.
        “Rena,” Freyjam said. “Why don’t you take off your top? Let’s see those big tits of yours.”
        “Aha, okay! Hehehe. . .”
        The longhair elf obeyed without hesitation, unbuttoning her shirt before throwing it to the side, revealing her cleavage and her grey lingerie bra. Her breasts’ size was slightly larger than her twin sister’s. Two tall girls in their bras. . .  Those two are a rare sight. Made by a skilled craftsman, their designs were very intricate, and yet still revealed so much skin. It was very tempting to tear them off and play with their breasts without any clothing.
        “Ohhhh. . .  Now that’s a view. . .” Freyjam said.
        “S-So embarrassing. . .”
        “Y-Yeah, really. . .” Aya said.
        The sisters blushed as they continued licking Freyjam’s honeydew penis. Rena pushed her bras onto his dick, wrapping them around the shaft as she squeezed it tightly with both hands. Aya did the same thing, squishing his member between her breasts.
        “Hehe,” Aya laughed. “Your honey is leaking everywhere!”
        “Oh yeah? Well then, let’s see you two drink it.”
        “Huh!?”
        “—*gulp gulp*— I—luuubee! I’ll dwon all yoourh cuuuuumm. . .”
        “Aya? Don’t talk while you’re swallowing! You will choke. . .  Ahaha! But yes, it’s really sweet. . .”
        “Of course it is! Now drink more!”
        “Stop tellin’ my sister what to do. . .”
        Rena climbed onto Freyjam’s chest, pressing her tits against his face. Her bra was already drenched with honey; He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, licking up some of the sticky liquid off her cleavage. He didn’t stop there though, He reached around behind her back, unhooking her bra and throwing it aside, revealing her nipples—and those large, heavy breasts. Their eyes locked as she stared at him intently, waiting for his next move.
        “Nice tits you got there.”
        “Ah! S-Shut up! D-Don’t say that! Just—”
        “Alright, alright. Let me enjoy them first.”
        “Ohhhh. . .  Hnnn. . .”
        “It’s been a while since any girl let me squeeze their tits. You’re lucky I’m not into fat asses like some of my friends.”
        “Fuck! Stop squeezing them so hard! *Hic* Hnnn. . .  It feels weird. . .”
        “Hahahaha! Look at you, Rena! Your nipples are sticking out!”
        “N-No they aren’t! S-Stop touching me like that! Aaahn~. . .”
        “I’m not done yet! Aya, stop drinking my cum! Rena is about to go crazy here!”
        “—*gulp gulp cough*— All right, all right. . .  I’m finished anyway. . .”
        Freyjam’s hand continued groping at the Rena’s breasts, massaging them like dough. After her sister moved away from his groin; Rena grabbed hold of his shoulder, her right hand travelling down to push aside her panties and sat herself down onto his lap, sliding his honey-coated cock inside of her.
        “—Gahhh~!! O-Oooohh. . .  Ahhn~. . .  So big! Ahhhn!”
        “Wow,” Aya said. “you really went all the way in. . .”
        𝐴ℎℎ. . .! 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. . .! 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡!
        “G-Goddamnit. . .  You feel amazing! Hahh. . .! Aaahhn. . .!” Rena said.
        “T-Take it in all the way, Rena. . .!” Freyjam said.
        Rena pressed her breasts against his face as she rode him harder and faster, moaning loudly with each bounce. Her pussy was so wet, it made squelching noises every time she slammed down onto his cock. Freyjam reached up and hold onto her skirt’s waistband. Her breasts engulfed his face completely, muffling his hearing. Her nipples brushed against his lips. He opened his mouth and bit down on the left one gently, sucking hard on it.
        “—Oooooooohhhh!! Yesssssss!! Ahhh. . .! Ahhhn. . .!!”
        “H-Hahhh. . .” Aya masturbated. “N-Not so loud, Rena. . .! Someone might hear you. . .!”
        “Heh. . .  Who cares if someone hears us? Keep riding my cock, you drunk bitch.”
        “I’m broken. . .  I feel weird. . .  A-Ahhn. . .  I’m gonna cum! Cum inside me, Freyjam!”
        “You want me to cum inside you? What if I don’t want to? What if I want to keep fucking your tight pussy forever? What then?”
        “N-Nooo! I can’t stand it anymore. . .! P-Please. . .  —Ooooohhh~!! I’m cumming. . .! Ahhhhn~!! Cuuuummmiiiiiinnnngggg~!! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
        Rena freezed as her orgasm washed over her body, her back arching upwards. So, Freyjam held her waist in place as he continued thrusting into her, pounding away at her sopping cunt. His balls smacked against her asscheeks with each stroke, driving her crazy.
        “Ahhhnn~. . .  F-Fuck! I’m cumming again. . .! Ahhhn~. . .  I’m cumming again. . .!”
        “All right, I’ll cum inside you now! Get ready for it!”
        “Yesssss!! Cum inside meeeeeeee~!!”
        Freyjam buried his face between Rena’s breasts as he came hard, shooting thick loads of honeydew into her womb. Her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft, milking every last drop of his seed out of him. The two of them panted heavily, gasping for air after their intense orgasm.
        “Haah. . .  Haah. . .  Y-You came inside me. . .”
        “Yeah. . .  You felt so good, I couldn’t help myself.”
        “Wow, you two had fun without me! Not fair!”
        Aya approached them, pushing Rena off Freyjam’s lap and onto the ground. She straddled him next, sliding her dripping wet pussy onto his member—Apparently, her panties had been discarded during her masturbation session.
        “I wanna feel it too. . .”
        “Yes, yes. Go ahead and use my stinger as you wish. You don’t even give me time to rest. What a shame.”
        “—Hnn. . .! Haaah~. . .  Oooohh. . .  It feels so hot inside of me. . .”
        “What did I tell you? Bees cum honey.”
        “Nnngghh~. . .  You’re right. . .  Ahhhh. . .  I’m starting to like it now. . .  Aaahn~. . .  But it’s too much for me. . .”
        “Hahaha, you don’t look like you can’t handle it.”
        Aya gripped Freyjam’s shoulders tightly as she rode him faster and harder than her sister did. Her pussy stretched wide open around his thick shaft. Both of her hands cupped her own massive breasts through her bras, squeezing them together as she bounced up and down. Giving him a perfect view of her body.
        “Oh fuck! You feel so good, Aya. . .! Aaaaahhhn. . .!”
        “—Aahhhn~. . .  Yes. . .! Yes. . .! It feels so good inside of me. . .! Ngghhhh. . .!! It’s stretching me out. . .!”
        “Rena, look at your sister. She’s fucking herself on my stinger. I think she likes it more than you do.”
        “F-Focus on me please. . .  Ahhn~. . .”
        “All right, all right. You’re not jealous of her are you?”
        “N-No! I just want you to look at me only. . .  Bastard, I keep rejecting you and you still chase after me. . .  Ahhhn~. . .  W-Why!?”
        “Because you two elves are sexy as hell! Ahhhh~. . .  And I can’t get enough of you two! Ahhhn~. . .”
        “S-Shut up. . .  Ahhhnnn~. . .  Y-You fucker. . .  Hnnnnggghhh~. . .”
        Aya’s blue eyes rolled back into her head as she came hard, squirting onto Freyjam’s shaft, drenching it with her juices. She fell forward onto his chest, panting heavily as she struggled to catch her breath.
        𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡. . .!
        “Ahhh. . .  A-Ahhhh~. . .  F-Fuck. . .  You haven’t cum yet, have you?”
        “Not yet. . .  But I’m close now.”
        “—Then do it already. . .! Cum inside me. . .”
        “Yes, yes. . .  Here it comes!”
        “Oh my god. . .! It felt so hot. . .! Ahhhnnn~. . .  Ngghhhh~. . .  It’s filling me up. . .!”
        Freyjam wrapped his arms around Aya’s waist as he shot another load of honeydew. It shot into her depths with ease; A small pool was starting to leak from their point of union onto the stone pavement, creating quite the sticky mess underneath his knees. But he didn’t care about that right now. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being inside this drunk elf. Her large body covered him completely as she hugged him tight. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his own. It was like they were becoming one being. They stayed like that for a few minutes until finally, Freyjam realized something. . . 
        “Hey, Aya. . .  Are you asleep?”
        “Mmmfff~. . .  Mmmmhhhnnn~. . .”
        “Hehe, guess so.”
        He gently pushed her off of him, laying her unconscious body on the ground. Freyjam let out a deep sigh before turning to Rena, who lean against a nearby tree trunk, holding onto a half-empty mug of ale with both hands. Eyes closed, a trail of drool coming out of her mouth.
        𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑖𝑡. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙? 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦. . . 
        “Rena? Wake up! Please? You both fell asleep on me here.”
        “. . .”
        “. . .  Rghhh. . .” Aya moaned.
        “I guess that’s enough for tonight. . .  Ahhh, my back is hurting so much now.”
        Freyjam rubbed his lower back as he stood up, pulling his briefs back on before turning to look at the passed out twins. The tall elf girls’ clits were still exposed, but Freyjam thought that the best part was how their faces were covered in cum and honey. His antennae could pick up on nothing but cum-scented pheromones everywhere he turned.
        The night sky was beginning to clear, stars shining brightly above them. The moon was full tonight; bathing everything around him in a silvery light. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Two elves half-naked, both still had their white skirts hanging loosely on their hips. They lay on their backs, unconscious, chests rising and falling slowly. Rene had her breasts out, her long blonde hair strewn across the ground; Aya was curled up into a ball, her clothes still ripped in several places from her bar fight.
        “Welp, time for me to go home. . .”
        Freyjam yawned and stretched his arms, glancing around the garden for his apron. But then, he realized that he forgot to put it back on after taking it off earlier. . . 
        “. . . Oh well, I don’t need it anyway.”
        He turned towards the entrance to the garden and saw his wife, Erebus, standing there. She looked at him with a grin on her face. Her long, white hair flowed down to her hips. Her black eyes, like his, sparkled in the moonlight—