Anonymous Smut-Off Submission

Tags: halfling, oral, threesome, mmf

Sometimes, the world made more sense seen through the bottom of a glass. What was a big deal only a mere hours ago was washed away in the sudsy ale. Nil never did partake in alcohol often, though, she was beginning to wonder why she had avoided it for so long. The group was often at odds, butting heads and yelling at one another about who gets which loot. Once the dungeon was looted Ivor and Jules were at each other’s throats for a mere dagger. Now look at them, arms tossed over one another and laughing like damned fools. Thash never seemed to drink with them, but he certainly seemed more calm when the rest of the gang was. With a final gulp Nil finished her drink and looked around the table at her compatriots. 

There was Ivor, he was a barbarian from a tribe not far from the town Nil had grown up in. She had certainly heard of his brutal and savage people from traders and adventurers alike. He was a large man and ugly too. He may have been half-orc, but no one would dare ask. 

Next to him was Jules, the rouge. He was an elf from the north. Not like the wood elves from the south, he was from a big city. He had mentioned something of growing up in the slums, something Nil could relate to, but they seemed to take very different paths because of it.

Thash. Oh, Thash. No one quite knew what he was. He wore that creepy mask everywhere. It was wooden, made of the earth, like everything else he wore. Though, like his robes, the mask was splashed with pitch to give it a black hue. For a druid he certainly liked destruction.

Lastly, was Nil, the only girl of the group. The young halfling had only just begun adventuring, having left home with only a knife and her trusty mandolin. Now she was dressed in fine clothes, fine leather armor and her short, boyish red hair now sat beneath a feathered beret. 

Being two drinks in and such short stature, Nil was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. The drinks made her cheeks flush beneath her freckles, making them even more defined upon her face. The world didn’t feel so dark to her, instead it felt fun. The barroom was festive and alive and Nil was loving every second of it. 

“Say, why don’t you play us one of your songs, Nil. You’ve been awfully quiet all night, all lost up in your head. C’mon, let us hear that sweet voice of yours.” Jule’s voice made Nil blush even harder. He was such a smooth talker and his words made butterflies flutter in her stomach, but could never bring herself to tell him her feelings. Perhaps tonight she would, but first her song.

Nil was feeling limber and spry in her intoxication. With clumsy feet, the halfing jumped up to the table and pulled out her mandolin. Her fingers played loosely and clumsily, but no one seemed to notice because her voice was pristine. Singing with all her heart Nil let loose a powerful song the captivated not only her teammates, but the other patrons around the bar. All eyes were on her, the spry little halfling dancing upon the table and singing her heart out. 

Due to her performance the barkeeper gave her and her party another round on the house. Once finished, they ordered another round for themselves. Nil was not only a lightweight when it came to drinking, she was also light in weight. The drinks hit her hard and fast. Her vision blurred. Thash, the enigmatic and dark druid seemed to shift and change in her hazy eyes. She turned away from him, scared. She looked to Jules, the silver-tongued rogue that she secretly lusted over. She hopped down from her chair and staggered beneath the table. Hungry hands grabbed at the first lap she could find. Unfortunately, it was not Jules’.

“Why’s the singing girl grabbin’ at me?” Ivor’s voice sounded confused and almost hurt. Just as Jules looked to see what he meant Nil had greedily grabbed at what was below Ivor’s belt. 

“Oh my,” the rogue laughed. “It would seem our resident bard has taken quite the liking to you, Ivor.” 

Ivor chuckled himself, looking down at the little halfling, half hoping she would continue.

“You two are irresponsible.” Thash’s voice always sounded distorted beneath his mask, almost malfested. “The girl has had too much of that disgusting ale you all partake in. Her head has become sick.”

“Ah, she’s just a bit drunk is all. Quit being so dramatic.” Pawing at the air, Jules waved him off.

With a scowl you could practically see through his mask, Thash stood from the table and left while Nil had begun nuzzling Ivor’s crotch. The barbarian and Jules watched Nil intently, both their cocks raising in their pants.

“Mmm… Jules, I’ve wanted this… So long. For so long.” Her words were drunkenly slurred and spoken almost directly into Ivor’s groin.

“Aww,” he let out a saddened groan. “She ain’t even thinkin’ about me.” 

“No worries, friend.” Jules wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “If you’d like, we can both have a bit of fun.”

Ivor’s eyes lit up and his rather sharp teeth turned to a wicked grin. 

“Come now, Nil.” Jules grabbed Nil’s shoulders as his smooth talking took over. “Let’s head back to my room and have some fun, eh?” Nil nodded and a blissful smile was plastered across her freckled face. 

It took longer than either Jules or Ivor anticipated to get Nil into a room. The girl could barely walk and stumbled between the two of them, giggling all the way. Her beret fell off her head and on to the floor, no one even noticed, not even Nil herself.

Finally, the three of them had gotten into the room. Jules lit a candle and turned to Nil. “Just what kind of fun did you have in mind, Jules?” When she said his name it was drawn out affectionately. 

“Well, I don’t want to waste any of your time, Nil. I know what is you want.” The elf opened his fly and let his cock spring out. The halfling walked to it like a hungry ghoul, her hands outstretched and grabbing. Her delicate fingers wrapped around it and began to stroke. Her eyes were fixated, wide and intensely focused. 

“Yes, I wanted this.” 

“How about this?” Ivor came up beside her, his erection already swinging freely. Nil wasted no time grabbing at it with her other hand. 

“Gimme,” she giggled at her own words. She stood between them, her tiny hands worked so hard to stroke the two of them. Then, her lips parted and she took Jules’ head in her mouth. Her hands continued to stroke all the while her mouth sucked heavily at his throbbing member, licking up all that sweet precum.  With a groan of pleasure Jules’ head tilted back in ecstasy. 

“Hey!” Ivor spoke up, “I’d like some of that too.” His large hand grabbed a fistful of Nil’s ginger hair and pulled her face into his crotch. In her stupor she graciously took the cock. She took it deep. Her mouth salivated as his precum leaked deep into her throat. The wetness in her mouth caused his cock to slide easier as well as making a wet, smacking sound.

“Aw, c’mon. You can’t just steal her like that.” The two were at it again. Just like back at the dungeon, except they were fighting over Nil and not some dagger. The little bard knew better though, she knew how to resolve the situation. She pulled herself off Ivor’s shaft with a light pop. 

“Boys, boys.” Her voice seemed blissful as though she were about to spout some ancient proverb. “You two can share me,” and with that, she pushed the head of both their cocks into her mouth, taking as much as she could. Her tongue gave them equal loving and her hands never ceased either. 

Ivor was the first to come. It was explosive to say the least. He practically filled her mouth with his seed. Just as Jules pulled from her mouth, he too met his climax. Discharging his hot, white cum onto her face, dashing across her freckles. 

Stumbling backwards and giggling with joy and intoxication, Nil swallowed Ivor’s massive load and wiped just a bit from her lips. She left Jules’ seed untouched. 

“I guess I’ll just head back to my room,” she walked to the door as Jules and Ivor looked to each other with a look that only two men who have ever shared a woman could share. It was not unlike a smirk or a high five using only your eyes.

As Nil pushed out into the hall and started heading to her room she came across her feathered beret. She felt the top of her head to assure herself it had been missing, as if seeing it on the ground had not been proof enough.

“How’d you get there you silly guy?” She giggled and bent down to pick up the hat. 

As she bent down she lost her balance and stumbled into a nearby door, knocking it open. Within the door was her other party member, Thash. Nil looked on in horror as she saw him. She saw the real him, without the mask. His red eyes shined atop his dark, dark skin. Unfortunately for Nil, when she saw Thash, he saw her. Hundreds of tentacles poured out from beneath his robes and flew towards the halfling. The first appendage wrapped around her mouth, stifling her screams as the others wrapped around each of her limbs and dragged her into the dark room as the door shut.  

A small feathered beret laid on the floor before Thash’s door.