7 comments/ 45290 views/ 34 favorites Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 01 By: Faye_Skylark "Goddess, it's so huge and brutish!" Felicia exclaimed, her blue eyes wide and jaw hanging slack. Before her stood a naked human male, his cock standing proud and erect, swollen to full hardness. The man stood there uncomfortably, but at attention, displaying himself to the two elven women in the room. The two young elf women lazed reclining upon carpets and cushions, a platter of grapes shared between them, ogling and giggling over the naked human man before them. "I told you they were different," sniggered Morgan. "See how large it is? Not as long, of course, but look at the width and thickness. The sheer girth of a human member is almost double that of an elf cock." "And it's so ugly too," gasped Felicia, torn between revulsion and fascination, unable to look away. "So many veins and all that hair. Even the shape of it. It's so... savage." Felicia found herself biting her lip and smiling as she watched the barbaric human, and played absentmindedly with her flowing tresses of wavy copper red hair falling about her freckled elven face. "It excites you, doesn't it?" smiled Morgan mischievously, tossing her head of raven black hair about as her green eyes pierced Felicia's poor attempt to conceal her growing sexual arousal. "No. I mean, kind of. I don't know. I just can't stop looking," mumbled Felicia. "Our little elven princess is finally learning desire, thank the Goddess!" laughed Morgan. "Oh, enough teasing, Morgan," said Felicia as she leaned forward to get a better look. "Is it true the ladies of the court drink their... you know?" "Human cum?" laughed Morgan. "Yes, it's very popular. The virility of a human male is said to be unsurpassed. Drinking their fresh seed can make a lady more fertile, make her skin smooth and glow with the radiance of the sun, and inspires erotic moods and thoughts that in turn inspire our handsome elven men. Or so they say..." "Have you ever tried any?" gasped Felicia. "Of course!" laughed Morgan. "Most have their servants take fresh samples from the slaves and add it to their mulled wine. But the new vogue is to partake from the phallus directly and ingest at eruption in order to experience the maximum benefit." "But we're not supposed to have sex with humans, it's against the law," said Felicia. "No, it is illegal for a male human to fuck an elven pussy," answered Morgan crudely, hoping to shock Felicia with her dirty language. "That carries a death penalty; only for the human of course, but it is still shameful for an elf to have slept with a man." "The Law of Purity," confirmed Felicia, noticing the naked human winced at those words as she said it. She wondered why for a moment then let the thought pass. "Yes," said Morgan. "But an elf woman, especially high borns like us, can take whatever pleasure or practical produce from a human we desire as long as it does not break the Law of Purity. Sucking human cock and swallowing their seed is perfectly fine. The court ladies have been doing it for years. Just don't go to bed with them." "I wonder why not?" asked Felicia. "Have you paid no attention to your tutors at all?" Morgan asked, her eyes rolling. "Elven blood is pure. Elven pussy is sacred. It can't be dirtied and defiled by breeding with humans." "Our elven men bed their female human slaves all the time," Felicia countered. "I accidentally walked in on Feirnor taking his human slave girl very vigorously in the Western parlour room the other day. "Because the men make the laws," muttered Morgan under her breath, before speaking up. "Anyway, forget all this boring politics. It's time for you to learn the art of sucking cock, Felicia. Besides, your skin is looking far too pale and you really need some of this stud's cum for your complexion." "I have sucked before already, Morgan," insisted Felicia. "Remember when I took my lips to Arveldir's cock last month?" Morgan rolled her eyes, "Felicia, you licked Arveldir's shaft three times and then kissed the tip without opening your mouth. That doesn't count as sucking." "Arveldir said it was very pleasant," argued Felicia, blushing. "Did you take him into your mouth? Did you bob your head upon his member? Did you bring him to climax and make him spill his seed upon you?" "No, none of that," admitted Felicia sheepishly. "Arveldir was trying to get himself up your skirts to bed you," countered Morgan, "and the very next day he was in the bed of that blonde slut Irneth instead. Do you know why?" "Why?" asked Felicia with a sigh, although she already knew the answer. "Felicia, you only came of age when you celebrated your eighteenth birth year last harvest time, and in those few months you have yet to learn anything about real sex other than the dirty stories I or your handmaidens tell you and your extensive self pleasuring while you pine over the hunky princes of the court. That is how an elven girl behaves. You need to become an elven woman if you want to attract the attentions of the hottest, richest and most powerful young elf men of the court." "Appearance, wealth and power, Morgan?" asked Felicia. "What about love?" Morgan snorted. "Love? You've got to be kidding! We're elves, Felicia. Elves of noble blood. We rule, we don't love. In this world, if we want something, we take it. And I'm going to show you how." Morgan got to her feet off of the luxurious carpets and proceeded to step up to the young human man, running her hands across his chest and arms as she circled around him, looking back at Felicia with her mischievous green eyes. "By sucking a cock?" laughed Felicia. "Yes," said Morgan completely seriously. "There is great power in taking a man's cock in your mouth, tasting its flesh, swallowing it deep within you. Done well, and the man will be entranced, unable to escape, unaware of anything except the feeling of your lips and tongue upon him. All he will want to do is to use your mouth until he expels his seed with the utmost force. It is like he is dying of thirst and this is the only thing that will quench him. He will wish to return again and again to you and your lips. Exploit that power over him, and he will be yours to command." As Morgan had been speaking, she had moved around the man slowly, watching his eyes as she spoke, letting him gaze upon her. Felicia stared with amazement and some jealousy upon her friend Morgan. The raven haired Morgan was like one of the legendary nymphs, possessing unrivalled sexual power and great beauty. Morgan was short and petite, not tall like Felicia, and the slim curves of her body were accentuated by the bound leather corset strapped around her bust and waist, capturing her glorious round bosom and tiny waist. Morgan had also taken to wearing the tight short leather skirts that had become so fashionable in court of late, and it showed off the brunette's legs stunningly. Felicia on the other hand was wearing a flowing sea blue dress that plunged low at the neckline and revealed her generous creamy cleavage. Her pink nipples were hard and poking visibly against the dress with excitement. She brushed her locks of red hair back over her shoulder and watched Morgan and the man with growing intensity. "Using your mouth means saving your pussy for the most eligible suitor, Felicia. And if you are good at it, you can keep many suitors competing over you before you even need to choose one," said Morgan. "Now, come over here and watch me closely." Felicia did as she was asked and got up to join Morgan with the naked human. The man's cock was so hard and erect that it was twitching and his whole body trembling. Felicia wondered if it was Morgan's words or looks that were stirring him up so, but she supposed it could have likely been both. "First, we kneel down before him," commanded Morgan, and both the girls immediately dropped to their knees before the man. There were carpets and cushions everywhere and so fortunately the girls had something soft to kneel on. As they knelt, Felicia now found herself staring directly at the human cock, just inches away from her elfin nose. "Goddess," Felicia gasped, "it's even bigger up close!" Kneeling next to her, Morgan flashed her green eyes at Felicia and licked her luscious elven lips. "Since you already seem to be familiar with the foreplay of licking and kissing a cock, we're going to skip that and proceed with the main course," said Morgan. "Watch me first and pay close attention." With that, Morgan leaned her head forward and parted her glistening red lips until they closed around the human's cock flesh and the head of his penis was in the raven haired elf's mouth. Morgan kept her eyes open and fixed on the human's eyes above her, and proceeded to steadily push her head deeper, inch by inch, until half of the throbbing member had disappeared between her lips, stretching them wide with the cock's girth. "Mmmmmnh, mmmmnnhhh, hmmmmnnn, hmmmmnph," moaned Morgan as she blew the human. Felicia could hear Morgan sucking loudly, the slick wet slurping sounds permeating the air as Morgan now began to bob her head upon the human cock. Her raven hair danced from the rhythmic motion as Morgan blew steadily faster. Morgan's mouth was full of cock, and yet on each stroke she seemed to be able to take a little more of the cock. Before long, the slick slurping sounds had morphed into slippery, noisy gagging as the cock penetrated Morgan's throat repeatedly. Felicia had heard all the stories about taking a cock into the throat, the discipline to stop from retching, and the incessant gagging of the girls that the men seemed to take such delight in. But now here it was happening before her eyes. Felicia marvelled at Morgan's ability. Morgan was truly deep throating the human's cock, despite its immense size. Her lips were now sliding to the base of the dick, and the man's balls slapping against her chin. Felicia could even see the bulge of the cock head in Morgan's throat as it worked in and out. "Bmmmff! Mnnnnghh! Unnnghhh! Mmmmnfgggh!" Morgan gagged noisily as the cock invaded her throat. When the human grabbed Morgan's head in his large barbaric hands, gripping her raven hair and the back of her head with sudden ferocity, Felicia almost screamed with alarm. Then she noticed Morgan's own hands upon the man's hips and ass, urging him to thrust deeper, faster and harder. The blowjob had become a face fuck, and Felicia was as excited as she was terrified, feeling her pussy moisten rapidly as she watched her friend's mouth be used the same way she had spied Feirnor fuck his human slave girl's pussy; with speed and savagery. Morgan was moaning and gagging without end, her now screwed shut in concentration as the human grunted and thrust heavily into the elf's soaking wet mouth and slippery throat. Then, Morgan tapped a finger on the barbaric human's hands upon her head, and the man immediately stopped. His hands withdrew to hang limply by his side, while his cock was released from Morgan's mouth as she pulled off, leaving it soaking and trembling in the open air, a long spit trail from her lips to the tip of the penis. Morgan gasped for breath, coughed heavily a couple of times, and then let out a long moan of joy and relief. "See Felicia, that is how you suck a man's dick," grinned Morgan. "Elf or human it's really the same principle." "Goddess," gasped Felicia, "Morgan, that was incredible!" "Thank you," said Morgan, "now, it's your turn." "I don't think I can- mmmmffff!" Felicia was cut off as Morgan grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face swiftly down on the human's cock. Felicia's mouth was suddenly filled with stiff, hot cock, still drenched from Morgan's spit. The dick lanced between her parted lips while Felicia had still been speaking and now stretched them tight. Felicia's eyes went wide and instinctively she tried to pull off, but Morgan's hand on the back of her head pressed down harder and kept her in place. After a few moments, she began to adjust to the strange new sensation. The cock flesh was almost soft and spongy on the outside, but so firm and unyieldingly hard within. It tasted vaguely like elven cock, except so much stronger. A dense musty aroma filled her nose, and Felicia noted with a mixture of pride and alarm that some salty pre-cum had oozed out onto her tongue while she struggled to adapt to the massive piece of man meat filling her mouth. "That's it, just take it in and hold it there," said Morgan, her hand still resting on the back of Felicia's head but no longer holding her down, "work your tongue a little around the head and then start to bob." Felicia complied, following Morgan's instructions and feeling surprise as the cock twitched, throbbed and reacted inside her mouth. It was like it was alive, and hungry for more. Felicia began to bob her head back and forth, as far as she could manage, but quite quickly. She was suddenly eager to perform well in this strange new task, and the sensation of actually sucking on a cock had her incredibly excited. "Very good, Felicia! Nice and fast on the head and those first few inches like that," encouraged Morgan. "You're a natural! Try and take more on each stroke as you go now, let's see how deep you can take it." Felicia bobbed her head diligently on the vulgar human cock that was stretching her lips wide. She had developed something of a rhythm now, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked eagerly back and forth. The musky, salty taste of the human male was getting stronger now too, making Felicia heady with its powerful scent. Although it wasn't overly pleasant, there was something about it that excited her too. "No, deeper, Felicia," insisted Morgan. "Like this!" Before Felicia knew what was happening, the hand Morgan had on the back of Felicia's head was pressing down heavily and forcing the red haired elf to take more of the human cock. "Mmmmfh! Bbbmmnffh!" protested Felicia with alarm as she found the dick in her mouth forced up against the opening of her throat, trying to squeeze its way past. "Relax and open your throat, princess," said Morgan as she kept her grip on Felicia's head firm and held her down. "You have to learn how to deep throat if you want to be taken seriously by the men of the court." Felicia struggled to suck the cock down deeper, choking as the cock head pressed aggressively against her throat entrance. Then the human gave a mighty thrust with his pelvis and with a swift popping sensation the throbbing cock plunged deep into Felicia's throat. Felicia's lips made sudden contact with the base of the man's cock, and her elfin nose squished into the human's hairy belly. "Oh yes, that's a good little elf girl, you've done it princess!" exclaimed Morgan happily. "Mmmnnffghhh! Unnnghhh! Fnnnnghhhuuhhh!" Felicia gagged noisily. The human was groaning too, his head thrown back in pleasure as his cock was devoured by the elven princess Felicia. "Mistress Morgan, I'm going to cum soon!" croaked the human. "Ok Felicia, you can pull off now," said Morgan, releasing her firm grip on Felicia's head. With a slurp and a gasp, Felicia wrenched herself off the human cock as fast as she could and coughed violently, spluttering as she regained her breath. "You see," continued Morgan as if nothing much had happened, "an elven woman's throat is already much smaller and tighter than a human woman's, and together with the girth of a male human cock, the physical effect of deep throating is much faster and more pleasurable than usual. Even a human male with a lot of stamina won't last long in an elf girl, whether it's her mouth, ass, or Goddess forbid, her pussy." "Goddess!" groaned Felicia, still recovering. "That was intense, Morgan! Is it always so difficult?" "No, with practice you will grow accustomed to the art of it," said Morgan. "But see how this barbaric human cock here is throbbing and twitching so? And the balls have risen and tightened in anticipation? He is ready to spill his seed and you must be ready to catch it, either in your mouth for ingestion or on your face to beautify the skin." "What do I do?" asked Felicia, watching the cock before her warily as she wiped some of the tears from her eyes that had come from her struggling and gagging. "Some men will simply stroke themselves off to finish on you, but it is always better to take the initiative and suck them off yourself," said Morgan. "Go ahead. You needn't deep throat again for this session, he is already at the brink. Use your mouth on the head of his member, and stroke the shaft with your hand as if running it back and forth across the length of a spear." Felicia darted her blue eyes up at the human's face. Despite his brutish size and appearance, there was something vulnerable and almost lovely about his expression now, filled with such need and desperation to cum. Smiling up at him, Felicia bobbed forward and returned her mouth to his cock, her wet lips engulfing the head and her tongue swiping the tip over and over again. Her warm, wet mouth sucked gently but quickly, creating a bath of pleasure for the crown of the barbaric cock. Reaching up, Felicia grasped the shaft with one of her delicate elfin hands and stroked and tugged rapidly, encouraging the savage human cock to spill its valuable seed. Felicia wanted to be more beautiful and radiant than any of the ladies of the court, and if that meant drinking human cum, she was more than happy to do it. "Aaaaaagh, here it comes, my lady! Forgive me, it will be a lot!" grunted the human as his knees buckled and his cock began to twitch and tremble in readiness. The sight of the kneeling elven princess at his feet, fair and freckled, red hair falling like a fountain, clear blue eyes staring up at him, and his cock between her lips, was all too much. Felicia opened her mouth wider and stuck out her tongue, letting the cock head rest upon it as she stroked him off fiercely with her dainty little hand. For a moment she wondered what the slave's name was. Before her thoughts could wander, the human ejaculated into her mouth. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" yelled the human, as his cock head pulsed and the first burst erupted across Felicia's tongue. Felicia squealed as the cum flooded into her mouth, so much thicker, stickier and more than she could have imagined. Despite the shock of the initial blast, Felicia kept stroking conscientiously, and soon a second and third offering had flung into her mouth and coated her tongue, teeth and more with hot, stinky seed. "By Thurn's beard, take my cum!" shouted the man, lost in his pleasure, his previous discipline and reticence gone. In the intensity of her jerking, the fourth and fifth shots sprayed widely, some landing in Felicia's mouth but the rest splattering across her cheeks, nose and chin, droplets of hot white ejaculate scattered over her face. "Make sure not to lose any, Felicia, you need to swallow as much as you can," said Morgan, watching on gleefully as Felicia received her very first mouthful of cum. Felicia dutifully closed her lips around the still pulsing head and let her mouth fill with the deluge of human seed. There was so much, and it tasted so foul, that Felicia's blue eyes were wide with alarm and displeasure. But she was not about to let it get the better of her, and so with great effort she squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed the copious volume of ejaculate that the human had unleashed in her mouth. With the task complete, Felicia pulled off and took in sweet, fresh air. She looked over to Morgan who was grinning triumphantly. "You've done exceedingly well, Felicia," said Morgan. "Many elf maidens struggle to take the load of seed properly on their first try, let alone swallow it. The taste can be foul, I know, but with time you will grow accustomed to it. Some even come to love it. Truly, you have now been initiated on the first stage to becoming an elf woman and lady of the court, Felicia." Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 01 "Thank you, Morgan," smiled Felicia weakly, "I couldn't have done it without your help. You are truly a loyal friend." "It was my pleasure," smiled Morgan, her green eyes flashing fiercely before turning to the human. "You can leave us now, slave. Return to your duties. I will summon you for more tasks later." Felicia watched the human depart wordlessly. The man seemed exhausted but also sad in a way the elf princess could not quite put her finger on. "Now, Felicia," began Morgan slyly. "I understand there is an important ceremony and party coming up at court soon... We have to talk about our plans for it, but first, there is something I want to show you." "What is it, Morgan?" Felicia asked, her curiosity piqued. "Not here, princess," Morgan's green eyes narrowed as her mouth curved into a dangerous smile. "Come with me, and I will show you. It will be well worth it, princess..." To be continued... Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 02 It was a beautiful warm day with a cool gentle breeze when Princess Felicia went down to the glade with her friend Morgan. The two elf maidens wandered through the lush forest grove until they emerged in a beautiful sunlit clearing covered in soft grass and moss. Butterflies flitted about, and the tall trees around the glade cast shifting shadows on the rolling slopes of the ground below. There were elves all about, most of them young elven aristocrats like them, having come of age and eager to begin exploring their newfound physical desires with each other. The glade was a popular escape for them from the formalities of court life and the demands of politics, academics and war. Here they could be elves in their most natural state; enjoying music, poetry, wine, dance, and sex. The elves hung about in little clusters, lazily lying on the grass enjoying fruits and wine, chatting and gossiping. A few couples stole away into the trees to find a quiet place to make love or experiment with delightful new expressions of pleasure. Others had no such inhibitions and simply copulated in the glade in full sight of the other elves, providing a kind of background ambience of moans and grunts. Whoever wished to watch could do so, though such things were so commonplace that most were too involved in their own affairs to pay much attention unless something particularly interesting was happening. Princess Felicia had only been to the glade a few times since her eighteenth birthday. She had only watched in fascination as the other elves enjoyed themselves without inhibition. Sex was still quite new to her, and limited experiences were only just being further explored with the guidance of her friend and mentor Morgan. As Felicia and Morgan made their way into the glade, a few of the elves sitting and lying about turned to watch them and offer courteous greetings of friendship and acknowledgement. Felicia was the King's only daughter and heir after all, but she was also already a great beauty. Felicia was tall, slender and willowy in form. Her skin was pale and fair and freckled. She had stunning blue eyes and a fountain of coppery red hair flowing down her back. Today she had worn her hair up in a high ponytail today, and it looked like a stream of flame trailing behind her. Her breasts were not large, but very round and firm with youth. Felicia had chosen to show them off today by wearing a dancer's style bustier of black with red floral patterns upon it. The bustier pushed Felicia's breasts into a most eye-catching cleavage as they swelled up and down with each breath she took. Matching the bustier Felicia had a high waisted layered frilly red mini skirt and lace topped stockings. Her silky bare thighs shown off between the skirt and the stockings were a creamy coloured contrast to the black and red of her outfit. It was an unambiguously sexual outfit, and not typically what Felicia would wear. But Morgan was insistent that Felicia wear it if she was to come to the glade today. Felicia felt dozens of eyes on her as the elves in the glade stared with undisguised lust and admiration. Her chosen outfit was having the effect she desired. Today she wanted to be the centre of attention, and Morgan's fashion advice was right on target. Morgan herself, petite and curvy, with flashing green eyes and raven black hair and ruby lips, was usually the sexual provocateur in dress. But today she happily switched to a more subtle look. Morgan had turned in her typical skin tight leather outfits to don a sexy white dress, cinched around the waist with a ribboned sash. While Morgan still looked gorgeous, she was happily playing second fiddle to Felicia today. The two elven girls found a soft patch of mossy ground and sat down, still making small talk with one another as they caught the eyes of the other elves in the glade. "Are you sure this is going to work, Morgan?" asked Felicia. "I feel ridiculous in this outfit." "You look stunning, princess," Morgan reassured her. "Believe me; every hot blooded elven man here is checking you out right now. We just have to wait and see who is going to make a move first." They didn't have long to wait. Not a moment later two young elven men were making their way over, flashing warm smiles as they sat down beside Felicia and Morgan, joining them on the grass. Morgan seemed to recognise them both. "Ah, Lothar, Aravir, my lords," smiled Morgan. "This is our young Princess Felicia. She has come to explore the full pleasures the glade has to offer." "Wonderful," said Lothar, as he sat down beside Felicia, drinking in her body with his warm brown eyes. The young elf man was bare chested, and wearing nothing more than silken trousers and brown hair that fell past his shoulders. "She is as glorious as you have said, Morgan." Felicia could not help herself and stared wide eyed at Lothar's hunky body. His muscles were so perfectly sculpted; Felicia felt herself imagining running her fingers all over him. Aravir, who was handsome with flowing blonde hair and grey eyes, had a more fierce look upon his face, and took his seat beside Morgan. He was more sexually aggressive too, and immediately had a hand upon Morgan's bare legs, stroking steadily along her tanned thigh. After the initial introductions, the foursome of elves spent a time making polite small talk. They watched dancers perform in the grove, and a talented elf maiden sing. From the outskirts of the trees, some human slaves several of the elves had brought along periodically brought food and wine when summoned. This had offended Lothar, and now the talk had turned to elven politics, and the unequal relationship between elves and the humans. "My apologies, princess," said Aravir. "My friend Lothar here is something of a radical. He disputes the inherent superiority of us elves. If these were the early days of Elvendom, he would have been beheaded as a traitor." "I do not dispute elven superiority," said Lothar. "It is precisely because we elves are a superior people of pure and noble blood and culture that we must take a different policy regarding the humans under our care." "What do you mean by that, Lothar?" asked Felicia, curious. "I am happy you have asked, my princess," said Lothar. "The elven kingdoms are powerful indeed, and we have many humans living under our dominion. Not all, but a great many of them are entirely enslaved as our servants and labourers. The rest live in wretched poverty, and suffer from crime, drunkenness and violent behaviour. As elves it should be our responsibility to govern these humans with more wisdom and compassion, to teach them to live with dignity. In essence, to civilize them." "So you still wish to rule the humans, Lothar?" asked Morgan. "Only you seek to elevate their place among us?" Lothar nodded. "Indeed, my lady Morgan," said Lothar. "Alas there is little support for my ideas among the elven nobility. Perhaps I could persuade you and our lovely princess here of its merits." "You can't civilize humans," scoffed Aravir. "They are not like us. They live in the dirt and they belong in the dirt. They are weak. They are meant to be slaves. Why try to make them like us?" "They were not always so," said Lothar. "They are like children and we are as their parents and guardians. We must care for them. The slavery of humans is an abomination." "You have no human slaves, Lothar?" asked Felicia. "I will keep no humans as slaves," said Lothar. "Slavery itself is a crime which Elvendom is yet to fully appreciate the severity of." "They are good for little else," laughed Aravir. "We are the masters. We take what we wish. The humans must serve, or else be crushed." "Charming, Aravir," said Morgan, eyebrows raised. "We take too much from them," said Lothar. "We have over taxed the human domains to the point that they face famine and starvation. When they riot, we then quell them through steel and bloodshed. It is unsustainable to treat them so cruelly." "Are you proposing we waste all this good food on the humans now?" asked Aravir, bewildered. "Fresh fruits and roasted meats? Good wine and warm bread? They're humans! They like eating scraps and gruel. They wouldn't be able to appreciate the good stuff." "This is the very belief that is brewing such trouble now, Aravir," countered Lothar. "Have you not heard of the spreading rebellions? Slave revolts are increasingly commonplace along the frontiers. The petty human kingdoms are not as weak as they once were. They fight and resist to aid their enslaved brethren. If we continue to treat the humans as play things, we will suffer the consequences of it, one way or another." Felicia was confused, but somehow exhilarated. She had never heard such talk before at court. Lothar was so defiant of elven tradition and beliefs. Somehow it made him all the more attractive. Felicia wasn't sure if she quite believed what he said, but he said it with such passion that it made him irresistible. "Lothar, I think you need a demonstration of precisely what humans are to be treated," said Aravir icily. "Let me show you exactly the kind of play things they are..." Aravir turned his attention to a young human woman waiting silently by the treeline. With a sharp bark he ordered her to come to him, and without hesitation she obeyed and made her way to the group of young elves. Felicia watched as the young human woman, who must have been Felicia's age if not a bit older, stood at attention by Aravir, face downcast. She was wearing only a simple brown frock, one could hardly call it a dress, and a steel collar that was common to human slaves. She had a bob of brown hair and brown eyes. She was pretty, Felicia thought, for a human at least, despite her poor dress. "What is your name, human?" said Aravir. The human girl looked shock. Elves rarely addressed humans by name, and indeed treated them as if they had none. "Um, Emma, master," said the human. "Emma, my friend Lothar here believes the humans should be set free and educated and fed just like elves," said Aravir casually. "He doesn't think that their proper place is at the feet of an elf, serving their betters." Emma was silent but went red in the face. Aravir climbed to his feet and stood before Emma, tossing his golden hair about. "I'm going to show him a human's proper place," said Aravir. "Kneel, slave." Emma dropped to her knees before the elf lord. "Aravir, there's no need to play such a childish game," said Morgan. Aravir ignored her. He had loosened his trouser strings and dropped them, revealing a hard, slender elven cock. Erect and red, it throbbed menacingly before Emma's face. "Suck it, human," ordered Aravir. Emma flinched, but did not disobery. She leaned her head forward and took the trembling shaft into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tight, and her head bobbed up and down with practiced proficiency. Emma had clearly done this many times before, Felicia thought, unlike her own limited experience from her lesson with Morgan. Strangely, Felicia felt a small pang of jealousy at this. This only confused her further, since she couldn't think of why she would be envious of a slave. The whole scene taking place before her was strange and full of conflicting emotions for Felicia. She felt uncomfortable at Aravir's arrogance, yet ordering slaves about was nothing unusual to her. Indeed, Felicia and Morgan had sexually exploited a male slave not long before. This was no different than that. Yet despite this line of reasoning, Felicia felt uncomfortable. Something about what Lothar had been saying and Aravir's cruelty was bothering Felicia. But she could not look away. Emma was sucking adroitly, her soft lips sliding up and down the long elven shaft. But Aravir's pleasure was already peaking and he grew impatient with her steady rhythm. Grasping the back of her head, Aravir held Emma's face down on his cock, forcing her deep until he found himself buried in the human's clutching throat. "Ugghh Unnnghh Bmmnnfh!" gagged Emma as she choked on Aravir's cock, struggling to take him all. Felicia looked over at Lothar. He seemed cold and angry, but didn't challenge Aravir. After all, Emma was just a slave, and Aravir's slave at that. No matter how much Lothar detested it, there was nothing he could do. Felicia wondered if Lothar knew that if he protested, it would only make things worse. Aravir could grow angry and take it out on the slave. Perhaps Lothar remained silent so that Aravir would simply finish and be done with it, and the slave spared a worse humiliation. Aravir let out a loud grunt, and Felicia's attention returned to him and the human slave whose mouth and throat he was using without remorse for his pleasure. Felicia watched as Aravir withdrew from Emma's mouth, and as she gasped for air, he stroked himself over her face. With a roar of sexual triumph, Aravir came. He unleashed a flurry of elven cum all over Emma's face. The hot white seed sprayed onto her nose and cheeks, then more on her collar and even over her brown frock. The human slave flinched and wrinkled her nose in disgust as she took the facial, but she did not dare turn away. When Aravir was done he wiped his sticky cock on Emma's lips and chin and then collapsed onto the soft grassy ground beside Morgan. Laughing, and now relieved of his earlier intensity, Aravir needled Lothar once more. "That is how you treat a human, my friend," chuckled Aravir. Lothar simply got up and stalked away into the trees silently. Felicia turned aghast to Morgan, eyes wide. Before Felicia could even get her question out, Morgan had answered. "Go after him, princess," said Morgan. "He needs you now." Felicia followed Lothar into the wooded grove until soon they were alone among the trees and birdsong. "Are you alright, Lothar?" asked Felicia. "Yes, my princess, I just needed to get away from all that. Aravir is a dear friend, but he can be an obnoxious man at times," said Lothar. "You don't approve of his sexual congress?" asked Felicia. "Oh no, it is not the sex I am opposed to," laughed Lothar. "I know well the demanding call of the loins. I do not think it should be forced on an unwilling slave however. It should be desired by both partners." Felicia looked adoringly at Lothar. He looked so gorgeous with his big strong arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against a tall tree. She glanced down at his silken trousers and noticed with exhilaration that a large bulge had formed in his private region. Blushing, Felicia asked, "Lothar, I notice your passions are stirred? Is it from watching Aravir's congress? Or has something else aroused you so?" Lothar's dreamy eyes locked on Felicia's and he smiled. "The only thing that has aroused me to fullness has been gazing on your luscious form," flirted Lothar. "Every elf's eyes were on you the moment you entered the glade." "Oh, well I'm just pleased I had such an effect on you," smiled Felicia as she drew close to Lothar. Lothar drank in Felicia with his eyes; gazing down the top of her bustier at her generous elven tits; the narrowness of her cinched waist; the creamy exposure of her thighs between her frilled mini skirt and patterned stockings. "I don't mean to force you to anything, my princess, I know you are only recently of age and new to the world of intimacy," said Lothar, his manners overcoming his rising urges. "I have had some experience of late, Morgan has been instructing me in the practice of sex to great effect," Felicia reassured him as she gently grabbed Lothar's hands and placed them on her breasts. "Perhaps I could practice on you, Lothar?" "I would be honoured to assist, your highness," moaned Lothar as he squeezed Felicia's young tits through her bustier, bending down to lick and suck her plentiful cleavage. Felicia craned her head back and sighed with pleasure as Lothar buried his face in her perky elven breasts, his lips and tongue feasting on her exposed cleavage while his hands groped the rest of her tits through the delicate bustier. "After all, I feel responsible for the burden of your hardened condition," said Felicia as she reached down to slip her hands into Lothar's trousers. "I feel obliged to relieve it." Felicia's small hands found Lothar's cock curved to the side within his trousers and hot and hard to the touch. She wrapped her fingers delicately around the erect elven shaft and tugged and stroked as Morgan had taught her, enjoying the feel of the spongy flesh around the head and the rigidity beneath. Lothar groaned and squeezed Felicia's breasts more firmly, causing her to gasp. Felicia wanted to see Lothar's cock now, she could already feel herself grow damp below with excitement. To her frustration she knew she could not take the hunky elf into her pussy, for as a princess she was required to save her sacred virginity for marriage. At least, she thought with a wicked smile, she could find other uses for it. Pulling Lothar's trousers to the ground, Felicia exposed his erect elven cock to the open air. Felicia immediately went to her knees to inspect the dick more closely. It was magnificent. Long and slender and smooth, it was so different to the vulgar human cock she had sucked under Morgan's tuition. Elven cocks were not as thick in girth as human's it seemed, though they were usually lengthier. The human cock had a brutish, animalistic feel to it that was in many ways quite magnetic, but Lothar's elven phallus was like a sculpture. A piece of fine art that needed to be worshipped reverently. And worship it Felicia intended to. "Ohhhh, Goddess," Lothar moaned loudly as Felicia bent her head forward to take the head of his cock into her moist mouth. He had been watching her inspect his cock, and hoped feverishly that it met with satisfaction for the princess. Lothar was almost caught aback when Felicia took him between her lips, and now he watched with feverish delight as the young princess' head bobbed enthusiastically upon his member, her ponytail fountain of copper red hair swaying back and forth as she sucked. Felicia could feel Lothar's cock quivering and throbbing upon her tongue, and each time she slid her lips further down upon the shaft she was met by a heavy moan or grunt of pleasure from above. Felicia tilted her face to look up at Lothar while she blew the young elven lord, and when their eyes met, she felt such a surge of lust and emotion, his heavy long cock still deep in her mouth. Lothar thought he may cum at the sight of this, but with his usual discipline he willed the feeling away. Still, he thought, he needed to get Felicia's amazing warm and wet mouth off his cock or he surely would not last much longer no matter how hard he tried. The princess was a natural cocksucker, despite her relative inexperience. Boldly, Lothar grasped Felicia's ponytail and with a firm grip on it and the back of her head, he pushed her up and down upon his cock several more times, enjoying the unbelievable suction and deft tongue work, before pulling her off of him. Felicia knelt there, breathing fast, a trail of spit hanging from her lips to the tip of his member. With his hands still upon her head, Lothar guided the young redhead elf to his ball sack. His balls had tightened and risen, and he gently pushed her face onto his balls until with a noisy slurp Felicia was licking and sucking them with slow but intense passion. Lothar groaned and leaned his head back against the tree as his churning balls were worked on by Felicia's skilful tongue and lips. Her mouth enveloped one at a time and bathed them in such wet warmth that Lothar shivered from the pleasure. Pulling her off once again, Lothar pulled Felicia to her feet. "Are you disappointed?" asked Felicia, looking confused. Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 02 "Not at all, my princess, in fact you were close to having me spill my seed," said Lothar. "But first I wanted to propose a new coupling. Have you yet had experience with being taken in the anal fashion?" Felicia blushed and shook her head. She knew it was popular, especially among young elves, where the noble maidens had not yet married and given up their pussies. "Do you wish to try?" asked Lothar. Felicia was burning in her loins, her juices freely flowing from her arousal at sucking off Lothar. She desperately wanted to take him inside her, but knew it was out of the question. Perhaps taking him into her ass would be a suitable compromise, she thought. She wanted to please him, and so the request was an easy one to answer. "Yes, I'll try," said Felicia, "but I fear it may hurt. I have no lotion with me." Elven alchemists had long ago developed a great many lotions, oils and concoctions to aid in the pastime of sex. Anal sex required great lubrication, and a number of wonderful lotions had been created that made the experience much easier to bear. "Ah, that is important, especially given how new you are to it," said Lothar. "I believe Aravir may possess some on him today. I shall ask him for it." "Will he give you so freely after your argument?" asked Felicia. "He will have calmed by now, and he is still a close friend," smiled Lothar. "He will happily agree, you'll see." Lothar pulled his trousers back up and Felicia straightened her clothes and wiped her lips, and together the two young elves made their way back to the glade, arms around each other and stopping almost every step to kiss one another passionately. When at last they returned to the glade, they were startled but amused to find the petite and raven haired Morgan on her back upon the moss ground, with Aravir between her spread legs and fucking the young elf vigorously. Aravir was lying almost completely on top of Morgan, his tall body covering most of her. Felicia could only see her face poking out from under Aravir's shoulder, whimpering and moaning in pleasure, and her thighs spread open to allow Aravir full access to her tight and moist pussy. Felicia pouted with some jealousy at the sight. As a princess, Felicia was under enormous social pressure to keep her virginity until a suitable marriage alliance had been made for her. However Morgan, as a lesser aristocrat, was not bound to such conventions and had taken many a lover into her sacred pussy. Felicia desperately wanted to be filled like that one day, but she would have to take a husband first. Felicia and Lothar arrived at the grunting, writhing, fucking elven entanglement that was Morgan and Aravir and exchanged friendly greetings. Aravir happily thrust himself a dozen more times into Morgan then pulled out to talk with Lothar. His earlier aggression had faded, perhaps spent in Morgan and the human slave, and he chatted warmly with Lothar, sneaking glances at Felicia as Lothar explained what he needed. "You are in luck, my friend and my dear princess," laughed Aravir. "I have one such vial on me today for anal lubrication, and was about to use it on Morgan earlier, but she insisted on having me fuck her delightful pussy instead. You two may take it with my blessing, but with one condition." "What condition is that?" asked Lothar. "You must proceed with the fucking you intend right here and now upon the green grounds of the glade, alongside Morgan and I," said Aravir. "It will be good to partake in it publically. Relish in it. I will continue to fuck the insatiable Morgan here right next to you." "What do you think, princess?" asked Lothar. "I'm not sure," said Felicia, blushing. "Come on, Felicia, you'll enjoy it," encouraged Morgan as she propped herself up. "Oh, alright," Felicia agreed. She was far too horny to resist by this point. Within mere moments, a grinning Lothar had lubed his cock with the slick potion oil that Aravir had provided him with. Felicia had trouble simply waiting and staring at Lothar's engorged elven cock, and found her hands roaming to her soft moistening pussy beneath her skirt almost unconsciously. As she played with herself, Aravir had repositioned Morgan onto her hands and knees and took up position behind her. For a moment Felicia wondered whether Morgan too was about to take a cock up her ass, but Aravir seemed content enough for the moment with the brunette's elven pussy, and plunged in swiftly, drawing a sharp scream from Morgan as she was penetrated. As Felicia watched Aravir begin to thrust bodily into Morgan, her petite body shunted back and forth with each urgent stroke, she kept playing with herself. Watching her friend get fucked in such a deliciously debauched way was filling her with all kinds of new sexual sensations, and the more she took in with her bright blue eyes, the more Felicia moaned and gasped from playing with herself, her arousal reaching new heights. Then suddenly Lothar was there, standing above her, his cock lubricated and trembling, and his desire clear. Felicia had almost forgotten about the elven stud, lost in the voyeurism of watching Morgan and Aravir's coupling. Lothar had eyes only for Felicia, although he did seem to take inspiration from Aravir and Morgan's positioning. With a firm hand, Lothar gently pushed Felicia into position on her hands and knees beside Morgan, so that both the elven girls were now side by side in what Felicia had heard was commonly referred to as 'the style of the dog'. Felicia glanced over at Morgan next to her, and saw her friend wink back even as she moaned from being rhythmically fucked, her body swaying forwards and back on each thrust of cock from Aravir. Suddenly, Felicia cried out as something unexpected happened. Lothar had propped Felicia's peachy ass up into the air just enough that he now pressed his lips and tongue against her quivering pussy. Felicia screamed in delight and dug her fingers into the soft, mossy ground of the glade. The feeling was incredible. The flutter of Lothar's lips and tongue upon her sex had Felicia in unexpected spasms of ecstasy. Her fingers were already working magic on herself not moments earlier, and now, swiftly and powerfully, Felicia could feel her whole body writhe and shake as she was racked by the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Felicia. Everything seemed to slow down, as if an age were passing, and Felicia felt herself screaming out in ecstatic joy, her body convulsing, her legs shaking. Felicia had reached orgasm many times before, but only ever by herself when she took to playing with her pussy in the privacy of her bed chamber. It was something else to experience such a thing by the work of an elven male; and his lips and tongue no less. Felicia's lips were open and pursed in a perfect circle as she breathed ragged and came down from her orgasmic heights. She could faintly hear Aravir and even Morgan congratulating Lothar on a job well done, but it all seemed so far away. She felt as if she could drift off into a world of dreaming. However, Felicia was abruptly thrown back into full and sudden awareness as she suddenly felt something huge and hard press insistently upon her ass hole. She looked back over her shoulder to see Lothar hiking up her skirt further, revealing the round rosy cheeks of her perky elven backside. Lothar was looking down at her ass with intense concentration and then gave a slow but mighty push with his pelvis. "Goddess!" gasped Felicia. Felicia threw her head back and felt her eyes go wide as she felt the head of Lothar's thick and powerful cock slip surprisingly easily into her unclaimed ass. Although the lotion on Lothar's dick made the entry smooth, his sheer size in such a small and tight confine as her ass made the feeling uniquely uncomfortable and erotic at the same time. The relative ease of the passage only seemed to spur Lothar on however. He had now grasped Felicia's tiny waist and gripping it tightly for leverage, pushed and thrust the rest of his member fully up Felicia's tight ass. "Uuuuuhnnnghh!" grunted Felicia, her face contorted in shock as she found herself accommodating Lothar's entire elven cock within her ass. "Ohhhh, princess, you feel incredible!" gasped Lothar, beginning to thrust back and forth. Felicia was experiencing far too intense a sexual congress to reply coherently. She moaned and grunted and bit her lip and screamed, her body jerking back and forth much as Morgan's was next to her. Both the elven girls, on their hands and knees, were quite a sight. Two of the most attractive and eligible young elven ladies in the Kingdom, side by side, and fucked upon the mossy glade ground. A small scattering of the other elves in the glade had gathered to watch the spectacle, giving words of encouragement or simply watching entranced. "Uuuhhhh, aahhhh, ohhhh Goddess!" Felicia groaned as she was taken powerfully by Lothar in her ass. Lothar's desire had grown more frantic and urgent, and now he pushed down on Felicia's back until she collapsed to the ground, lying flat and face first in the moss and grass of the glade. Lothar, still buried up her ass, lay down on top of her back, his warmth pervading her, his cock pulsing inside her. Felicia could feel Lothar breathing upon her neck and cheek, and her whole body shuddered with strange discomfit and pleasure from each vigorous thrust Lothar gave her, impaling himself in her. Felicia enjoyed the strange feeling, but especially the knowledge that she was giving Lothar pleasure with her nubile young elven body. She wanted to please him. With each thrust growing more forceful, sharp and desperate, Felicia felt herself feverishly wanting Lothar to spill his seed. In her, upon her, wherever he wanted, she didn't care as long as it was through the use of her body that he came. Next to her, Aravir and Morgan were reaching just such a conclusion. Aravir had pulled out from Morgan's soaking pussy, and without hesitation she had spun around and devoured his cock into her mouth. "Aaaargh, drink it all, Morgan!" grunted Aravir as he held Morgan's head to his crotch, clutching her raven locks of hair in his fingers as he unloaded and spent himself inside her mouth. As Felicia watched this out of the corner of her eye, Lothar plundered her ass at a feverish pace until he too pulled out and found himself bursting upon the small of Felicia's arching back. She could feel the hot bursts of sticky white seed splash upon her skin, some streaks reaching as high as her shoulders, while the rest streamed out onto her generous ass cheeks. As Lothar slowly withdrew from Felicia's ass, applause broke out all around them in the glade. Felicia propped herself up enough to see that seemingly every elf in the glade had been watching her coupling with Lothar. Now they congratulated her on her latest initiation into the world of sex she had embarked on. Felicia turned to see Morgan staring at her with those piercing green eyes. There was something about Morgan's expression that unnerved her, but she could not work out why, and pushed the thought out of her head. "How was that, Morgan?" asked Felicia. "Perfect," smiled Morgan. "There's just one more thing I have to show you, and then you'll be ready for what comes next." "I think I hardly survived this," laughed Felicia weakly. "What could possibly come next?" "You'll see, princess," said Morgan. "You'll see." Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 03 Captain Heller was not a pretty sight to look at, even by human standards. His teeth were crooked. His head bald. His face had a perpetual snarl to it, the kind of expression of menace that seemed common to the lowly human bandit scum Heller was proudly associated with. So it was largely matter of course and entirely convenient for the elf Morgan to get on her hands and knees on the dingy bed before the big human Captain Heller, so that she did not have to look upon his face as they prepared to fuck. Even right now in the dead of night, lit only by dim candles, Heller's was not a pleasant face, and Morgan was not interested in suffering any more of it than she had to. Heller groaned in delight at the sight of the petite young brunette elf bending over on the bed for him, showing off her small but round and perky ass; her tiny slender waist; the arch of her lithe back; even the sight of the sharp, pointy ears poking out from her fine long raven hair. Standing alongside the bed and shuffling hastily behind Morgan, the bandit Heller stroked his thick, bulging cock in one hand while reaching down to grope the elf's ass with the other. "Fuck me, I've never been this hard in my life," growled Heller, as he lined himself up with Morgan's perky posterior. "Remember human, the ass only," commanded Morgan coldly. "If you even think of touching my pussy, you're a dead man." "Yeah, yeah, the Law of Purity," grumbled Heller. "Don't worry, I get it. No fucking elven pussy. I may be a brigand, but I'm not stupid enough to risk my neck that much." It was a serious risk to be sure. Heller despised the arrogant elves as much as the next human, and he'd gone to battle with them many times in part of the endless struggles between the two races. But if the elves took one thing more seriously than anything else, it was the Law of Purity. Heller didn't really know the finer points of the law, its intentions and contradictions, or really care for that matter. All he knew was that any human man who fucked an elven woman in her pussy was hunted down like a rabid dog and put to death in the most excruciating ways possible. That was enough for Heller to know he wasn't going to mess around with it. To his surprise, he had just discovered that the Law of Purity had more than a few loopholes that allowed elven women (or at least the nobility) to fool around with human men -- more often than not their slaves -- as long as they didn't let a human enter their pussies. Giving head, taking it up the ass, or even taking a load of human seed on their chests was not only allowed, it seemed to be popular. Heller snorted at the thought. Elves and their perpetual circus of strange fashions and debaucheries were incoherent to him. He was simply happy to take advantage of the foxy young elf girl's ass that was now being presented to him as if on a silver platter. Grasping his shaft, he guided and pushed it forward until his swollen cock head nudged against the elf's ultra tight ass hole. With a grunt and a powerful thrust, Heller managed to push the very tip inside Morgan's ass and between her creamy ass cheeks, but the elf's hole refused to give way any further. Frustrated, Heller thrust again and again, attempting to force his way into Morgan's ass. At one point he managed to almost squeeze the head of his cock inside her, and for a moment experienced sheer bliss at the incredible tightness of the hole, but was soon slipping out again. The elf was too tight, and Heller's cock too dry. He needed lubrication of some kind. Without hesitation, Heller raced around to the other side of the bed and shoved his cock towards Morgan's face. "Needs more spit, elf," said Heller, waving his dick at her red lips. Morgan rolled her eyes. If she were back at Court in the heart of the Elf Kingdoms, there would be all kinds of potions and oils that their alchemists had concocted for a most excellent anal lubricant. But here she was in a poor border town, in a decrepit little room in the back of an unsavoury inn, conducting a deal with a human that for once wasn't a slave of hers. Morgan cursed herself for not thinking ahead to bring a vial of such lubricant, especially when everything else had been so meticulously planned. There was nothing for it. She would have to suck the ugly man. Morgan's sharp green eyes narrowed at Heller, but she dutifully lowered her head and took the human's huge, vein streaked cock into the moist, warm confines of her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks with forceful suction, Morgan slid her ruby lips up and down Heller's shaft, swallowing him thoroughly and almost taking the big cock to the hilt. Morgan's throat expanded and she gagged suddenly as she deep throated him. Human cocks were considerably thicker than elven ones, and Morgan was having a hard time trying to work all of Heller's shaft over in her mouth. "Aaahhh yeah, that's perfect, pointy ears! Get it all nice and wet with that spit," groaned Heller. Ignoring Heller's slander -- in most elf kingdoms a human could be arrested and have his tongue cut out for using such a term -- Morgan doubled down on her blowjob, until she pulled off and left Heller with a thoroughly soaking cock, coated from base to tip with her saliva. Morgan had a job to do. She was not about to let a few insulting words get in the way of that. Now decently lubricated, Heller eagerly scrambled back to his position behind Morgan, and lined himself up with her ass once again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" Morgan screamed as Heller triumphantly pushed into her ass with one aggressive thrust. "Ohhhhh, holy fuck that's tight!" cried out Heller as he found himself with half his cock buried between Morgan's peachy ass cheeks and into her asshole itself. Morgan arched her back even further and grabbed the dirty sheets of the bed as Heller filled her up from behind. After mere moments, he began to thrust back and forth, his cock ploughing her ass like a ripe field. "Aaaaah! Uhhhhhh! Goddess!" grunted Morgan as her lithe elven body was shunted forward with each savage thrust from Heller. Heller reached down with both hands and seized the petite young elf's waist. Morgan's waist was so small that Heller could literally wrap his big hands around it and have his fingers and thumbs meet from either side. The physical differences between the elves and men were quite stark, but actually seeing and feeling it in front of him drove Heller wild with lust. He was actually fucking a pointy ear up the ass, Heller thought with a grin. Not many humans that weren't slaves being used could say that. Spurred on by the sight, Heller pounded Morgan at breakneck pace now, pillaging her ass with ruthless efficiency. The tightness was so unique, and the pleasure so intense, that Heller knew he would not last long regardless. Therefore he was going to plunder this sweet young elf for all she was worth without wasting time on subtleties. Morgan meanwhile was screaming with abandon, caught between a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, utter discomfort and ecstatic debauchery. Enjoying herself was not at all the reason Morgan had come here, but she always had a weakness for the rough and depraved in her sexual appetite, and it was being fed quite well here. Abruptly, Heller pulled out of Morgan's ass, leaving it gaping and sore, as he leaned forward to wrench the young elf woman up by her raven hair. All notions of treading cautiously with this elf woman were thrown out the window by Heller in his moment of climactic peak, and Morgan seemed more than willing to go along with the rough treatment. Shoving the elf to her knees beside the bed, Heller aimed his pulsing red cock at her face and stroked quickly and heavily. No more than four tugs later, the brutish human man erupted onto the young elf girl's face. "Gyyyeeaaaarrrggghhhhhh!" roared Heller as he sprayed burst after burst of hot human seed upon Morgan. Cum flew like arrows, smacking Morgan on her red lips, her frosty cheeks, her dark hair, even her elfin green eyes. Morgan moaned as the human cum coated her face, and smiled as it dripped off her chin. It may have smelled foul, but the virility of human seed would do wonders for her complexion. "Fuck, now that is one hell of a way to seal a deal!" laughed Heller as he gasped for air. "Your hundred sovereigns is in a pouch over there by the bedside table," said Morgan coolly as she wiped the cum from her eyes. "Excellent," said Heller as he went to check on the money, "and the two hundred more when we finish the job?" "Just meet me back here in the evening after the task is completed," said Morgan. "Maybe we can have a repeat of tonight's fun," grinned Heller. "When you finish the job, you can have me for the whole night," said Morgan as she smiled wickedly up at Heller, her face still splattered with his dripping, oozing cum. "Now, just to be clear, I don't care how you deal with the guards. Kill them, maim them, even spare them if you wish." "Killing and maiming is what I do best," laughed Heller. "What about the target? The red haired elf girl, right? Any special requests for her?" "Just one," said Morgan, green eyes gleaming. "Kill her." ** The young human Declan Moorcock waited anxiously at attention in a dingy corner of the Slutty Wench tavern, biting his lip as he watched the small crew of bandits conspire around a round oak table. The firelight was dim and their voices low and coarse as they discussed their schemes. Ale sloshed from pints, spilling onto the table whenever one of them banged the table with their fist to emphasize a point. Declan's master and employer, one burly and bald Captain Heller, was the head of their little outfit of brigands. Heller, who was no more a real captain than Declan was a prince, nevertheless cut an imposing figure, with a mean streak that matched his ruthlessness. Declan had learned quickly not to get on Heller's nerves. Those who did had a habit of finding a knife in their backs. So Declan made very sure to stand quietly in his corner just over Heller's shoulder and listen for whenever Heller barked out an order. Around Heller were the rest of their motley crew of men. There was Barrow, a drunken brawler and street tough so large he made Heller seem diminutive. Klaus, a cold eyed killer, skilled with the bow, and a reputation for hunting other people for sport. Then finally there was Grainwort, perhaps the ugliest man Declan had seen in his life, and an expert trapper. It was an odd bunch of lowlifes, a group of men that usually didn't work in concert. Yet Heller had called on them all together. Declan knew there must be something big in the works. Declan didn't really fit in there at all. Although he was eighteen and considered a man for some years now, Heller and his brethren still looked at him as little more than a boy looking to get rich quick and willing to get his hands dirty. Declan may not have been a hard boiled outlaw, but he was reliable and loyal, and that made him valuable to Heller. Declan had his own reasons to work this kind of profession too, and Heller was happy not to ask question as long as Declan earned his keep. "I'm telling you, there hasn't been a score like this since the good old days," said Heller. "So aside from the target, how many are we dealing with?" asked Klaus. "Maybe six to eight guards. Escorts, only travelling light. No heavy armour. It'll be quick easy work."Heller answered. "I hate fighting elves," grumbled Barrow. "They don't fight straight. It's all fucking bows and arrows and jumping around like fucking dancing girls." "Normally I would agree," nodded Heller. "Fighting those pointy ears gives me the creeps. But we got it sorted this time. They're going to walk straight into our trap." "That's if your mysterious partner comes through with their end of the deal," muttered Grainwort. "It's a done deal, fellers," growled Heller. "We know where to hit them on the trail. Fucking perfect for an ambush. That's where you'll get to work Grainwort. Stop the fuckers with your traps and smoke. Even elves can't shoot straight if they can't see. Klaus will pick them off from the side, while Barrow and me get in close enough to hack and slash. Those fucking pointy ears won't know what hit them." "Barrow and I," Declan corrected Heller's grammar under his breath, before realising with panic that he had spoken what he was thinking out loud. "What the fuck did you just say boy?" said Heller, turning around to stare at Declan, face contorting with rage. "Nothing sir!" said Declan. "Death to the pointy ears, sir!" "Damn right, boy," muttered Heller before turning back to the table. "What about your squire boy there, Heller?" asked Barrow, pointing to Declan. "He won't be fighting," said Heller. "But he's good for hauling loot and guarding shit when I'm getting shuteye." "And the target? Who is the mark exactly, Heller?" asked Klaus. "Fucked if I know," shrugged Heller. "Some young pointy ear bitch that pissed off some other pointy ears. Who the fuck knows how those elves think. We just need to make sure she's dead." "Why?" asked Declan, again unable to keep his mouth shut. "Boy, did I ask you to fucking speak?" roared Heller again, slamming his fist on the table and making every pint of ale jump an inch in the air. "Sir, sorry sir!" said Declan quickly. "I just meant, if she's an elf lady, and she's important enough that another elf wants her dead, then maybe she's valuable. We could keep her alive and ransom her perhaps..." "The boy has a point, Heller," said Grainwort. "If she's young, she's probably pretty." "All pointy ears are pretty, Grainwort," said Klaus. "Especially the young ones." "It's true, I'd fuck one, if I could," said Barrow. "And then they'd hunt you down and chop off your head for breaking the Purity Law," snarled Heller. "No one's stupid enough to try and fuck an elf in these parts, not so close to the pointy ear kingdoms." "My point is, if we take her prisoner, we could sell this elf girl in Krisia," said Grainwort. "Elf slaves are rare, especially women. We'll make a fortune. Far more than even this job is paying." Declan gasped. That wasn't what he had intended when he spoke up. Heller scratched his bald head as he thought on it. "My contact was pretty fucking clear that the girl had to die," said Heller, "and after the one hundred sovereigns we were paid today, we'll get another two hundred when the job's finished. It's hard to say no to that much easy money." "Do you have any idea how much a young, attractive elf woman would sell for in Krisia?" asked Grainwort. "No. How much?" asked Heller, taking a swig of ale. "The bidding would start at one thousand sovereigns," replied Grainwort. Declan's eyes went wide as he heard Grainwort. One thousand sovereigns? That was the kind of money he so badly needed. The idea of selling the poor elf girl made him a little queasy, but he couldn't argue with that kind of money. Besides, after what the elves had done to humans over the generations, it was probably due payback. Heller choked on his ale and sprayed it out of his mouth all over the table. "Well bend me over a barrel and fuck me silly," exclaimed Heller. "We'll take this pointy ear wench to Krisia, deal be damned!" "Speaking of wenches, how about we have ourselves a little early celebration," laughed Barrow. "Put those hundred sovereigns of your client to good use!" "You read my mind, Barrow," grinned Heller, before shouting, "barkeep! Send us another round of ale and some of your wenches!" A few moments later, the barkeep was over, smiling through crooked teeth and presenting two of the most buxom ladies Declan had ever seen in his life. They weren't beautiful or delicate like the ladies he was used to seeing, but they made up for it with raw packaged sex appeal. Declan could feel his cock stirring within his trousers. He was young and obsessed with women and sex, but had never had the opportunity due to his lack of charms or money to spend. "It's a busy night tonight, our slutty little wenches are working hard or otherwise I'd have a girl for each of you fine gentlemen," said the barkeep. "But, trust me, Jess and Vicky here are two of our best girls, and you can share them around as you please." "Jess," said the barkeep, turning to a petite little foxy blonde with rosy cheeks and green eyes, "is a talented performer in the fine art of fellatio. You put her on her knees and watch her go to work, it's a sight to behold! Don't let her size fool you either, she's a right royal fuck slut, ain't you Jess?" Jess was dressed in a tarty little bar maid outfit of a cream white blouse, covered in ale and other stains, a cinched-in corset that squeezed her small but perky breasts together and showing off incredible freckled cleavage, and a green frilly skirt that had been torn short until it showed off her alluring thighs and legs. She gave a little wink at Declan and pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, making it pop out, suggesting what to expect from one of her blowjobs. Declan moaned and shuddered with excitement. He imagined Jess' sweet pink lips wrapped around his cock and almost came from the thought of it. "Young Vicky here," continued the barkeep, wrapping his arm around the waist of a tall, tanned brunette with a sultry stare and an extremely generous rack and ass, "is a rollicking sinner in the sack, or should I say across the table! Looks like you lads aren't the type to be bothered with shagging privately in a room, haha! Not only is Vicky as tight as a virgin, but you have got to try her sweet ass too. She fucking loves being buggered up there, I'm telling you." Declan was much too busy staring at Vicky's cleavage and tits, encased in much the same outfit as Jess's, to notice what the barkeep was saying, but it seemed to garner a big round of cheers from the table of bandits. Declan meanwhile was consumed with the fantastic thought of fucking both these amazing women and was debating which hole to try for his very first foray into actual sex when Barrow noticed Declan's feverish reaction to the girls, and burst out laughing. "The lad thinks he's going to get a lay too!" Barrow laughed uproariously, followed by the rest of the table. Declan went red in the face and stared down at his feet, as the brigands thumped the table and made a slew of off color jokes at his expense. "The boy can get a lay when we get to Krisia to sell the elf," said Heller finally. "Work hard, Declan, and I'll put you up in one of those fancy Krisian harem rooms for a day. That should make a real man out of you, hahaha! But not tonight. Tonight you only get to watch." "Enough talk of the lad, let's get our dicks in these wet wenches!" growled Grainwort as he pulled Vicky into his lap, grinding her ass into his crotch as he gripped her trim waist with his claw like hands. "I want to keep drinking," said Klaus. "Jess, get under the table and go to work." Wordlessly, Jess dropped to her hands and knees and quickly crawled under the table. Klaus, Barrow and Heller all shifted for a moment in their seats, undoing their trouser laces just enough to get their cocks out before getting back to their pints of ale. As they laughed and swore and talked, Declan saw Barrow groan and throw his head back in ecstasy. Under the table he could hear loud, clear slurping sounds as Jess must have taken to blowing the big man from under the table. Grainwort was now pawing at Vicky's tits, and both Heller and Klaus were laughing at Barrow's expressions as he huffed and puffed from the exertions of Jess's oral ministrations. Then, suddenly Klaus went stiff and silent, his eyes closed in rapturous delight as Jess had turned her mouth on him. Barrow was grinning ear to ear and watching Klaus squirm as Jess devoured his manhood under the table. Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 03 By this time, Heller had now grown impatient and stood up to join Grainwort with Vicky. The two men now standing, they had bent over Vicky between them, her ass pushed up against Grainwort's crotch and her head down and sucking Heller's formidable big cock as she gripped his hips for support. Grainwort had his cock buried in Vicky in no time, and between him and Heller they fucked the tall brunette from either end as if they were spit roasting a pig. Grainwort's ugly face had a strained expression of concentration as he seized Vicky's incredible waist and pounded away inside her pussy, making her whole body buck with each thrust. Heller meanwhile, was less being treated to a blowjob than simply grabbing hold of Vicky's dark hair with both hands and savagely mounting her face, bucking so forcefully that Vicky's throat was bulging obscenely from Heller's cock being wedged so far inside it. Vicky was grunting and groaning from the intense fucking, but seemed to be entirely proficient at dealing with the two horny men using her so vulgarly. In moments, Klaus and Barrow had stood up to join the action. Declan could now see Jess on her knees blowing Barrow as he stood towering over her. Jess' cheeks were hollowed from the intensity of her sucking, her blonde head bobbing fast and furiously as the petite girl slid her lips tightly over Barrow's thick, wide penis. Klaus stood next to them, watching intently and rubbing the head of his shaft on Jess's face as she sucked Barrow. "Mmmmnh mmmmnnf mmmnngghh!" moaned Jess noisily as she sucked Barrow's cock. Despite the sheer size and girth of Barrow's member, Jess had slowly but surely succeeded in working her mouth down on it and was even beginning to gag as she pushed her head down until the fat cock head slid into her wet throat. Soon, the bobs of Jess' pretty blonde head were accompanied with the squelching noises of professional deep throating as Barrow's cock made its way ever deeper inside her face. "By Ugrin's beard, you have got to try her throat, Klaus!" exclaimed Barrow as he pushed down on the back of Jess' head, urging her to take more of her shaft with each stroke. "It's so smooth and wet, I'm just ploughing in and out so easily." After enjoying a few more moments of oral bliss, Barrow pulled Jess off his cock and shoved her over to Klaus, who wasted no time in plunging his own quivering angry member into Jess' mouth as she kneeled waiting on the floor. "Bloody hell, you're right, her throat is bottomless!" grunted Klaus as he held Jess' head firmly in place and slammed his hips forward until he had impaled his cock entirely in her face. "Bmmmmnnfgh! Uuunnghhh! Gnnneeeyyngh!" Jess squealed unintelligibly around Klaus' cock as he made her take it to the base, her nose squishing into his belly and her chin crashing into his swinging balls. Klaus soon began to use Jess' wet mouth like a pussy, holding her head down tight and thrusting happily back and forth into her tight throat, as Barrow watched on eagerly, having Jess wank him off in one of her free hands. As Jess took the face fucking, she kept looking out of the corner of her eye at Declan, still standing red faced and frustrated in the corner as the orgy unfolded before him. Jess winked at him as she expertly devoured Klaus' cock, and not a moment later Klaus began to shudder and gasp violently as he climaxed in Jess' mouth. Jess kept her head down, pinned tight to Klaus as he erupted and unloaded his great offering of man seed down her throat. Declan could actually see her throat clutching around the bulging member as she swallowed his cum. When Klaus finally pulled out of her mouth, Jess' face was rosy and flushed, and she gave Declan another surreptitious wink. Embarrassed, horny and incredibly frustrated, Declan tried to look away from Jess but only found himself staring at an equally debauched scene as Vicky lay straddling Grainwort, her pussy impaled with his dick, while Heller mounted her ass from behind. Declan's jaw dropped and he watched on both horrified and excited, unable to look away as Vicky was double penetrated. She was moaning and breathing hard as the two bandits worked back and forth inside her holes. Grainwort was busy pawing at her generous tits, while Heller had roughly seized Vicky's dark hair and kept yanking it to make her arch her back as he relentlessly plundered her ass. Both men were grunting and yelling obscenities, whooping with delight as they savagely unleashed their lusts upon the brunette sandwiched between them. Finally, Declan looked back to Jess and his heart sunk a little further. The cute little blonde, a girl he would have likely had a tremendous crush on had he met her in the town market, was lying back on the tavern table with her legs spread wide in the air as Barrow stood between her thighs and delivered blow after blow with his thrusting giant cock into the delicacy of Jess' lady parts. Jess was moaning and mewling like some sort of whimpering animal, clearly enjoying the rollicking coupling she was engaged in. It was too much for Declan. His heart was aghast. His head was spinning. His cock was rigid and aching for release. He had to get out of here, perhaps attend to his raging boner, and then settle in for the night before their big day tomorrow. Dashing past the bandit crew and the two moaning wenches they were fucking, Declan rushed out of the tavern and into the cold night air. He meandered his way over to the adjoining stables, where he was assigned to sleep, looking after the bandits' horses, careful not to step in any piles of droppings. Finally alone and in the comfort of the darkness, Declan leaned back against one of the stable walls, finally able to think clearly again. Still, Declan wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. The thought of having to fight elves made his blood chill. He knew what they were capable of and just how dangerous they could be. If they made one mistake tomorrow, they would all be dead, or worse. Declan's mind wandered to thinking about Heller's offer to treat him to a day in a Krisian harem. He had heard the most amazing and arousing tales of the women of the night in Krisia, and especially of their harems. It sounded too good to be true, but then again, if Declan worked hard and served Heller loyally in this mission, he might well reward him quite substantially. He was still horny as hell. He wanted so badly to have sex with a pretty and cute girl like Jess, or even the more aggressive and slutty Vicky. He pictured himself kneeling between Jess' legs as she spread herself open for him, or pounding Vicky's tight ass as he held her against a wall. He always fancied trying sex standing up. Although, he mused, first he would actually have to start having sex before he could dream about trying out different positions. Declan was still hard, and so without really thinking, he dropped his trousers and pulled out his aching cock. Still dreaming of Jess and Vicky, he began to slowly stroke himself, moaning with relief as he thought of the two wenches going down on him, sharing his cock between their luscious mouths and tongues. "Mmmm, yes, take it in your mouth, Jess," Declan moaned out loud to himself as he imagined the petite blonde sucking his cock and looking up at him with her pretty green eyes. "Take what in my mouth?" came a girl's sweet voice from the darkness. Declan's eyes snapped open and he froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock in a wanking position. In the dark, a light had appeared. A lantern it seemed, bobbing in the air as it came towards Declan. And holding it was none other than the petite, blonde and irresistible form of Jess, seemingly materialising from the darkness before him. Declan stood there, cock still out in his fist, jaw slack, as the pretty young blonde walked right up to him. Declan, who was much too stunned and embarrassed to reply with anything coherent, just stared at Jess and drank in her beautiful features. "Aren't you supposed to be, um, attending to my master and his crew?" Declan finally managed to mumble out. "Oh, two of them are quite done already," laughed Jess. "The big one almost passed out on top of me! It was a close escape from being crushed. The other two are still busy with Vicky. I noticed you slip out earlier. I felt a little bad you had to miss out on the fun. Since my work for the night is over, I thought I could come and treat you to something special from me." "Something special?" mouthed Declan, still too smitten to fully comprehend the conversation. In truth, he was largely staring at Jess' cleavage. Jess glanced down at Declan's cock with her green eyes, now so close to Declan he could see every little glimmer of the lantern light reflected in them. She raised an eyebrow at Declan and laughed sweetly. "My, that's quite a weapon you have there young man," said Jess, nodding at Declan's exposed cock. "Though I think it might be a little dangerous to keep it unsheathed in the open air like that. You never know what you might impale with it." Before Declan could respond, Jess had sunk to her knees in the little patch of hey Declan was standing in against the stable wall. Her face was now lined up perfectly with Declan's crotch, and with an irresistible wink up at the young man, Jess ducked her head forward and slipped Declan's cock into her mouth. Declan moaned out loud in sweet relief. A feeling of wet, tight warmth had enveloped the head of his cock as Jess took him in her amazing mouth. The feeling was incredible. It was like all the stress and frustration and lust he had been feeling was suddenly being utterly soothed by the simple act of this glorious little blonde lady getting on her knees and wrapping her lips around his cock. He could feel himself twitch inside her mouth, and slide against her tongue, producing the most wonderful sensations. Then he felt the suction. He had heard a lot from Heller and other men about how great it was to have a girl suck your cock, but he had never quite understood why it was so desirable, other than the pleasure of having a lady kiss one's member. Now all at once, he knew why. He could feel her lips tight against his shaft. He watched the way Jess' cheeks hollowed out as she applied more pressure in her sucking. It was like magic. He didn't understand how it worked out to be so pleasant, but it was wonderful. Declan groaned again, and without even realising, had moved his hands down to run through Jess' blonde hair. The blowjob felt amazing, and yet Jess had only taken the very head of his cock between her lips. His lust was growing, and he wanted more. Declan did not have long to wait. Even as Declan thought how nice it would be to fit more of himself into the wench's mouth, Jess had begun to bob her head upon his shaft. "Blllmmnnffh, mmmnffhhh, hllmnnfhhh," moaned Jess as she worked her oral expertise on Declan. "King's grace!" swore Declan. "Jess, you are incredible! An angel of passion! A messenger of glory!" "You sure do curse with some fancy words there for a bandit for hire," laughed Jess as she pulled off for a moment, moving down to lick Declan's balls. "Most men have much stronger language when they're getting their rocks off." "I am not most men," said Declan, his confidence surging now that he had a pretty girl on her knees before him that was happily taking his balls in her mouth. "I bet you jizz like most men!" giggled Jess. "Jizz?" asked Declan quizzically before Jess had suddenly engulfed his cock in her mouth again. Declan clutched tight to Jess' hair as if for dear life as Jess blew him. Her head worked up and down in a wild frenzy, bobbing relentlessly and taking more of Declan's cock into the warm embrace of her mouth with each stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeesssssssssss!" cried out Declan in pleasure. Jess than pulled off her greatest trick, her signature move that made her so popular at the Slutty Wench tavern. Without so much as a struggle, Jess pushed her head down all the way to the base of Declan's cock. She deep throated the young man in one swift bob of her head. Declan was in shock. He felt his cock encounter the resistance of Jess' throat, and despite having seen her perform earlier, had thought for some reason that he would go no further. Then the head of his cock squeezed past her throat entrance with a pop, and Declan found himself ensconced in unimaginable pleasure as his cock was enveloped with the tight, wet, smooth, hot feeling of being completely impaled in a gorgeous girl's face and down her gullet. "Uuuunnghhh! Bmmnnfgghh! Mmmmnuufllghhh!" mumbled Jess over Declan's cock. Jess was making strange gurgling sounds below, and it took a moment for Declan to realise she was gagging on his cock. For a moment he thought about pulling away to let her breathe. Then Jess constricted her throat around his member even tighter, and Declan was lost in a sea of ecstatic oblivion. Declan could not help himself. He had to thrust. He had hoped to be a complete gentleman in his first sexual encounter, but by now, pure animal instinct had taken over. With his hands clutching the back of Jess' blonde head, and his hips jerking back and forth urgently, Declan feverishly humped the tavern whore's face as he gasped and groaned in pleasure. Right now, there was nothing else in existence to Declan except the feeling of his cock in Jess' mouth and throat. The pleasure built and built and then finally, furiously, peaked. In a fit of frantic thrusting, brought on by professional sucking, Declan climaxed in Jess' mouth. "Jess! Jess! Jess!" Declan screamed her name as he pumped flow after flow of hot, blazing cum between her pink lips and all over her skilled tongue. "Mmmmmmfffh!" moaned Jess. Declan flooded Jess' mouth with his seed, until having had enough Jess at last pulled away, cum dripping from her lips as she struggled to keep it all contained. Even then, Declan was not done. As he did so many times when satisfying himself, he reached down and jerked and tugged on his still spewing penis. More cum burst forth, spraying and splattering with great speed and force on Jess' chin, rosy cheeks, and the rest of her face. With great effort and a wince of disgust, Jess tilted her head back and swallowed the deposit Declan had made in her mouth. "Oh Jess, you truly are a jewel of the night," said Declan finally as he caught his breath and stared down at the blonde beauty still kneeling before him, her face a little glazed with his seed. "Wow, you really haven't had it in a long time," laughed Jess. "Did you enjoy your treat?" "I think I'm in love," said Declan. "Yes, well, that's lovely," said Jess. "This one was my treat, because you're so cute. Just remember, next time, you'll have to pay. Trust me though, it's well worth it." "Oh, after tomorrow, I think I'm going to have more than enough money to keep my cock in you for years," laughed Declan. "That is, if I survive the elves..."