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The Misadventures Of Xayara Xex (Chapter 4, parts 1 and 2) 
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Ah, what a nice read. I've posted my critique in the critique thread under the Disscussion/Other board.


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I'm breaking up Chapter 2 (and probably future chapters, depending on response) and posting more frequently, probably about once a week.

Chapter 2: Sex With The City

Sex: F/m (oral, bond, pros), F/F (oral, Fdom, obj, toys, pros), M+/F (impl, intr), H/F (intr, tits)

Part 1

The trick with prostitution was not getting into the business. It was not getting rich, or famous. It was not even getting out when you’d had enough. It was staying independent.

In O’rache’el, it had been illegal to be a prostitute. Of course, being an “erotic performer” or an “escort” was fine. Female prostitutes were a bit of an oddity, given the power women had in drow society, but they did exist, and they too were under the control of the madams. They were afforded more flexibility and higher pay, but ultimately, no whore, male or female, was self-employed.

Or so the status quo wanted. Revolutionaries since sentience began have said “Fuck the status quo”. Xayara preferred, “The status quo just needs a good lay.” She’d lied and slept and bought her way to the forefront of the sex trade in her home city. Changing the law was tricky, but the convoluted legal code worked to her advantage; the ruling council, of course, spied on citizens, and everyone knew it, but they couldn’t let that knowledge become “official”. In any case, they could not legally use such information in the courts. Added to her ability to hire the best advocates in the city and she was, though a known criminal, untouchable.

This was doubtless indirectly helped by the amount of money she made. Her mother had known what she was doing, of course, and there was no love lost between them, but in a society where all that mattered was wealth and power, no matter the legality of its source, the money she brought in was to be admired, and possibly envied, but not deplored.

More important, while she would refer to herself as a whore, she didn’t act like one, except that she would in specific circumstances take payment for sex. She was open, playful, apparently enjoyed herself, and was “no holes barred”, to quote one client (she never worked for him again). But the payment, to her, wasn’t for the sex itself but the time spent. Time was the most valuable thing anyone possessed, and one was constantly spending it and couldn’t get it back. The alternative, that she was being paid to have and give orgasms, was such an impossibly good job that it threatened to leave her paralyzed in a pleasant catatonia.

Niarlarnen was, therefore, both a pleasant and unpleasant surprise. There were no cartels, though there were some brothels, and both men and women could be found in charge. Street prostitution was frowned upon, though Xayara didn’t mind that; she’d only engaged in streetwalking when desperate or when there was roleplaying involved.

They didn’t like fully independent whoring, of course. After her first few clients, word apparently got around, linking her to the Rothé Show, as it was coming to be called. Keeping a keen eleven ear to the ground told her that they were as much trying for a coup in hiring a whore to headline such a perverse act as they were trying to stop her from enjoying her hobby. Carefully worded questions with the people most likely to know and least likely to care got her confirmation: though not technically illegal, prostitutes not part of a larger organization were looked down on, harassed, and inevitably pressured into joining—and there was nothing illegal about that, either.

Xayara refused, however, to let someone dictate what she did with her body. More than anything else, that was why she was what she was.

This lead up to the first lesson she’d learned in her life, back when she was a teenager: if you don’t like what’s going on, change it. For the Underdark, which was a mysterious and dangerous place, Niarlarnen was transparent: it took her a mere two weeks, after deciding on a course of action, to find out the names of every member of the Three Houses that ruled the city. That only left convincing them.

She started cutting back on her work, as the act of “lobbying”, she could tell, was going to take time and effort. She couldn’t afford to put any less than her best work forward with the Houses, and was too proud to put forth any less than her best with her clients. On the bright side, her having to reschedule appointments not only heightened anticipation and intensified the eventual climax, but gave her more time to prepare.

That wouldn’t matter much until she started getting repeat clientele, but she’d found it could be, with a little luck, rather useful. There was that episode with the young male, for example…


She was, for once, unsure. The young drow who had jacked off on her face at the rothé show had tracked her down, and she wasn’t sure how to greet him. Answering the door naked would be a little trashy. He might like that, considering his presence at the show, but it was too easy.

There was casual sexy—pants and shirt, or a simple dress and robes, that showed off her assets without being explicit. That was an old standby. She’d even gotten some clothes that managed it without screaming “whore!”—togs that suggested she had a very nice body without coming right out and showing the goods. That, too, felt wrong, possibly because she had no intention of going out with him, and what was the point in modesty if you weren’t going in public? It was possible, too, that she wanted it to be more than just an outing with a woman with all the boring bits cut out.

In the end, she settled on an old favourite—a silk robe over some wispy bits of nothing. It hid her, while making it simple to get at her. It had a casual, cozy feeling. It hinted at intimacy, and definitely indicated they were staying in. There was a reason it was, in the business, a classic.

She didn’t try to make herself particularly horny before he arrived; that would take care of itself. A stroke of her belly or thigh, the tweak of a nipple periodically, and she felt she could take half a dozen callow youths. And would, given the chance, but it was a slow night, meaning she had to focus all that energy. The poor lad.

He arrived noticeably early—clearly he had to learn about women. He cleaned up well, though; with his fine clothes he seemed like he might have been ten years older. Not much, for a drow, but it took him from “juvenile” to “young adult”. Drow grew up fast, for elves—physically mature at twenty, the remainder of their first half-century was still considered necessary for emotional hardening to survive in the cutthroat world of O’rache’el. She’d heard that in other, more isolated cities, even other worlds, if such could be believed, drow still worshipped the Spider Queen as a god of blood and chaos, as opposed to one of acquisition and control. Things were so bad in such places they weren’t considered hard enough to be mature until they’d seen a century.

If the boy wasn’t physically an adult, he was nearly there, but the finely cut red and black robes put him in striking distance of real adulthood. He could have been any burgeoning merchant with more balls than brains in the midst of a real expansion. Whether that would last knowing how old he truly was once the clothes came off was up in the air.

“You’re…” he paused. “A vision,” he said, stopping in the doorway.

“Not a terrible portent, I hope,” she said. He was a little taller than she remembered. Goddess, did he have a growth spurt?

“If the end of the world looked like you, I don’t think people would mind so much.”

She favoured him with a smile, saw him swallow. She had little doubt that if he hadn’t been hard, he was now. “Such a clever compliment,” she said. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “A little hint: women like less clever, more compliment.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his own voice husky.

She undid his sash, using it to pull him into her suite and kicking the door closed behind him. She was delighted to find that under the outer layer, aside from his boots, he was naked. She ran one hand over his taut belly. “What would you like to do with me first?”

He stroked her face fondly. “I want you to suck me,” he said.

She liked the open-for-interpretation nature of his request. He hadn’t specified how, for how long, how hard, or any other how she was supposed to do. All she had for direction was “suck me”, so as long as she did that she could do as she pleased. Where someone like Xayara was concerned, he might as well have said “Have fun”.

She took the shaft in one hand, giving it a gentle tug and stepping back. He followed her, shuffling forward as if drawn by magnets. She coaxed him to the bed, maneuvering him so the backs of his legs were pressed against it, then squeezed.

He shivered, knees buckling, and sat on the bed. She smiled and pushed him so he was lying on his back, then knelt and engulfed his cock in a single swallow. She gave him a slow, almost thoughtful throatjob, taking her time on the way up and down, pausing for breath not when she needed to but whenever she wanted to.

He was dripping the edge of the bed so tightly his knuckles her grey. “Relax,” she said, ducking to lick his balls while she worked his spit-slick cock one-handed.

He sighed at the brief reprieve, then whimpered, “Oh, gods,” when she shifted her mouth back to his prick. “I don’t… I think…” He tried to push her away, but she became more aggressive, sucking noisily, tongue stud swirling over the sensitive tip, both hands pumping the shaft. His hands clenched the sheets as he came in her mouth, crying out.

She didn’t lose a single drop, gulping down his jism, clinging to his cock as she sucked all the cum she could out of the twitching member. She crawled onto the bed, on top of him, smiling down.

“Sorry I came too soon,” he said, his tone and expression definitely not that of a man who’d just been sucked off.

“Don’t be stupid,” she said. “You’re young. You’ll be hard in no time.” She kissed him, and was surprised when he didn’t seem bothered by the taste of his own cum, kissing back as their limbs entwined. As they rolled to the side, her hands stroked along his spine, and when he kept rolling, she slipped out from under him and straddled his waist, pinning him belly-down to the bed. “You really need to relax,” she said. “You are so incredibly tense.” Her fingers expertly worked over his taut shoulders. A thought occurred to her. “Was I your first?”

“No!” he said. Defensively, but not as if he was lying…

“Your first woman?” she said.

“…yes.”

Please don’t tell me this is some sort of ‘in order to be a man you have to fuck a woman’ norm,” she said, only half-joking. She’d hated O’rache’el, but at least people had been able to fuck whom they wanted (at least within the same race) without prejudice.

“No,” he said. He sounded relaxed as he said it, at least. “It’s more of a ‘fucking a beautiful woman’ thing.” He rolled over, smiling up at her. She could feel his cock, steel-hard again, rubbing against her slot.

“That I’m a whore won’t harm your reputation as a stud?” she purred, grinning. He simply shrugged, and she leaned down, kissing and licking his chest, paying extra attention to the nipples.

After a while, he murmured, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just do it. You’re too beautiful to be a whore.”

She actually felt a spark of anger. For the time being, she ignored it. “I hope you don’t think such a clumsy compliment is going to get you out of paying,” she said. She managed to turn the frosty tone in her voice merely dry.

“I would not dream of cheating you,” he said with utter sincerity. “But I’ve seen prostitutes. Male and female. Some of them look as good as you, but when you look closer it’s all paint and clothing. Some of the more expensive ones even use magic.”

“So do I, pet,” she said.

“Not to make yourself look better,” he contended.

She allowed that with a shrug. “I suppose. Though I do things with my hair, and wear certain clothes, and I have my piercings.”

“Icing,” he said.

“Icing?”

“That’s all icing. They’re not much more than the sweet stuff on top. You’re cake.”

“I’d like to be able to say that’s the first time I’ve been complimentarily compared to a baked good,” she said, with a wistful tone that made him smile.

“I guess my point is…why are you a whore? Most prostitutes get into because they have to, a few because it’s good money. I get the feeling you weren’t motivated by either.”

The anger was long gone, replaced with curiosity. And when she was curious, she was often horny. “You’re right,” she said. “Technically, I’m a whore, but in my heart I’m an addict.”

“Oh?” He seemed curious as well.

“Yes. I can’t get enough sex. I’ve tried, and all I did was make myself tired, not less horny. Now and again, I’m just not in the mood, but that’s rare. Otherwise, if I don’t cum at least once a day, I get twitchy.” She shrugged. “Figured I might as well get paid while feeding my addiction.”

It was, to a certain degree, a lie. Addicts could be separated from their addiction and, at least with some substances, eventually cured. But like most animals, drow were innately sexual. The only thing more necessary to life itself was food, which she considered the only truly unbreakable addiction.

And sex was a lot more fun that either drugs or food. Addiction didn’t even begin to describe it. “Now that you know my deep dark secret,” she said, “how are you going to blackmail me with it?”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m going to tell you one of mine.” He sat up on his elbows, she leaned down, and he whispered in her ear.

She was grinning like a demon by the time he’d finished. “Oh, you poor stupid child,” she said. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you now?”

He smirked. “I have some—”

“Shut up.” The words weren’t loud, but her tone was so hard and cold his jaw clicked shut. She stood, pulling him off the bed with her, grinning like a fool who couldn’t believe her luck—an almost-accurate description. “Get those clothes off,” she said. He hesitated. “Now!” she barked, her smiled turning to a frown. He was naked in seconds, but still her glower remained. She grabbed his throat. “What do you do when you’re given an order?” she hissed.

“Obey it,” he said, sounding afraid.

“And?” she sneered.

She could practically see his mind racing behind his eyes. Come on, what’s the cliché? she thought. She doubted he could hear her, but he had to be into female domination enough to at least know the tropes of the genre.

“Acknowledge it, Mistress,” he added a second later.

“Well, at least you’re not a total loss.” She turned and opened a chest at the foot of her bed, pulling out what looked to be a tangled mess of leather but was in fact two tangled masses of leather. Shucking her robe and underwear, she deftly strapped on one of the harnesses she’d commissioned. When she turned to face him again, hands on her hips, he gulped.

“Arms out!” she said. He put his arms out, straight from his body. “Not like that!” she barked, and forcibly moved him into position. Then, she put the other, more recently commissioned harness, designed for men, on him.

She stepped back to admire her handiwork, then muttered, “Missing something,” going back to her box of bondage toys. Faced with dozens of equally appealing options, she decided on an arm binder, forcing his arms into a leather sleeve behind his back, and a blindfold.

“With my hands like this,” he said as she blindfolded him, “I won’t be able to use my fingers to please you, Mistress.”

She gave him a warm smile; though he couldn’t see it, he would hear it in her voice. “How thoughtful, she said. Then she took one of his nipples between thumb- and forenail, squeezing. “Only speak when spoken to, slave,” she hissed.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, with a sort of ecstatic wince she’d only ever seen while looking in the mirror. That brought the seed of an idea into her head, and she filed it away for later.

“As if your hands were worthy of touching me,” she said.

“No Mistress.”

“I can tell you’re going to be a lot of work.”

“I hope s—not, Mistress.”

She had to restrain a laugh. “Witty. Let’s put that smart mouth of yours to more useful work.” She forced him to his knees, and faced her bed, bracing herself lightly against the mattress with her hands, then pressed his face against her cunt from behind. “Pleasure your mistress, and gods help you if you don’t make it good.”

He immediately started lapping at her wet pussy. She bit her lip, restraining a moan. It felt wonderful…but it could wait. He needed a different sort of encouragement now. She grabbed his head, pushing it away from her at an angle. “How do you acknowledge an order?” she hissed.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. He sounded reverent, and she wondered if this was how others felt when she put one of those special tones in her voice that drove them wild, as a thrill ran up her spine with his words.

“Better,” she said. “Well?! Did I say you could stop?!” She reached back behind one of her thighs and twisted one of his nipples.

“No, Mistress!” he yelped. She found herself reveling in the fear in his voice. It sounded remarkably real; either he was a good actor or he was at least, to some extent, genuinely afraid. Maybe he got off on that as much as the domination.

Such a delightfully perverted boy, she thought, but suppressed her smile. Instead, she scowled deeply, to make sure her voice retained the right tone. Just before she could order him to start again, he dove back in with a vengeance.

She bucked atop his face, riding eagerly, working as hard as she could to turn her squeaks and moans into grunts and growls. She managed to hide most of the cooing she couldn’t turn into a more aggressive noise by talking down to him. “Good boy,” she’d murmur, “there’s a good boy, yes…”

When he mumbled something that was muffled by his face being pressed hard against her slot, but sounded like “I’m your good boy, Mistress,” she found herself feeling, if it was possible, even hornier.

He was surprisingly good at it for his professed virginity with women, his tongue wriggling deep into her as his bottom lip actually managed to rub a little against her hood, just barely jostling her clit—not driving her to orgasm quickly, as a more intense licking or sucking might have done, but gently prodding her along, drawing it out. It couldn’t have been deliberate, or at least she hoped not; she hadn’t ever considered what such a thing might do to her, and she’d been whoring for almost a century. If he went into the business and got skilled, he could probably put her out.

Maybe she’d go to work for him. Yes, that would be pleasant…his technique was sloppy, but the talent was there, and he’d need instruction…

That was the wrong chain of thoughts for a dominatrix, she knew, but it was hard to stay focused on being a domineering bitch. She’d always counted herself lucky to be an elf; elves had slightly longer and more flexible tongues than most races, and the boy was proving it, his tongue very nearly tickling that sweet spot inside her. The nearness of it was almost good enough; her pussy was beyond dripping, and she was for once hoping she didn’t gush when she inevitably and momentarily came. Or scream too loud. It would take away from the not-quite illusion of domination.

Her reflexes apparently decided on a compromise, a single squirt of girlcum and a grunt that turned into a drawn-out snarl as her cunt spasmed. Her skin was glossy with sweat when it passed, but she didn’t care; she was still far too excited to even contemplate stopping. She hadn’t even been fucked yet.

She slowly turned around to sit back on the bed, one leg resting on his shoulder, leaving him to look up at her blindly, panting, his mouth wet with her fluids. “Passable,” she lied, even as she stroked his hair fondly. For someone who’d never been with a woman, it was remarkable.

“I apologize, Mistress,” he panted. “I will do better next time.”

The thought sent another shiver up her spine. She’d had better, certainly, though she couldn’t remember exactly with who, or how many, or how good they were in relation to each other, except for the very best—her sister. That was because, at just a few degrees of skill above his, she tended to lose some of her ability to think coherently while getting eaten out.

“You had better,” she purred, deciding to put a little more sensuality and a little less threat in the statement. He swallowed, and she would have loved to know which of the many possible reasons why. “How else may I please you, Mistress?” he said, somehow managing to sound excited and fearful. He nuzzled at her thigh.

She pushed him away, then slapped him across the face, harder than she intended. “You may begin by not touching me without permission.” He seemed abashed, but she could see the corners of his mouth turn up ever-so-slightly. She almost sighed with relief that she hadn’t really hurt him. Then, he noticed she still had one leg resting on his shoulder. “If I’m not moving away, approval is implied,” she said. “You couldn’t figure that out?” This was tricky. Even people into heavy domination often drew the line at being called stupid.

If he wasn’t into having his intelligence insulted, he did a fair job of hiding it. “Forgive me my foolishness, Mistress,” he said.

“I might,” she said, allowing some of her vanity to creepy into her voice, “if you please me.”

“Anything for my Mistress,” he murmured.

“Good.” She pulled him to his feet for a deep kiss, liking how she tasted in his mouth. “Now…whatever shall I do with you?” It might, she mused, have been taken as breaking character that she licked and sucked his chest and neck and face affectionately while waiting for his answer, but she was horny, and didn’t really care. He didn’t seem to mind either, possibly because she added little nips and bites.

“I want,” he said after a moment, “to be fucked, Mistress.”

She finished sucking one of his nipples and gave it a hard bite as she looked up at his face. She pressed down extra-hard with her teeth while she thought, amused at the strange combination of lust and pain on his face. Surely he couldn’t mean he wanted…no, of course not.

“I suppose,” she purred, “you’ve earned a little pleasure.”

She pulled him to his feet, then tossed him onto the bed on his back. She didn’t care that his arms were bound behind him; he’d learn to like a little discomfort or he’d give up thoughts of being dominated. She straddled him, then rubbed her slit over his cock. She considered ordering him to fuck her, then remembered his request was that she fuck him. So she teased him for a moment more, allowing herself a shiver when her clit slid along the underside of his prick, then lifted herself up and slid down onto him. “Oh,” she said. She’d been teasing and playing with him so long that such a quick and deep penetration, much longer and thicker than his tongue, was almost a surprise.

The sly little boy pulled out and then drove his cock into her again, and again; he’d heard that she was startled, and despite his role seemed as though he wanted to keep her off-balance. Clearly, he had no idea whom he was dealing with.

She’d recovered by the second thrust, but acted stunned for another few seconds to lure him in. She didn’t know if he was playing uppity, or finding that playing the sub to a woman’s domme was less entertaining than he’d hoped. And she didn’t really care.
She tightened her pussy around his cock just as he dove into her core. Her “grip”, she’d been told, was vicelike, and his eyes widened as he seemed to get stuck inside her. She locked her legs around his, holding him buried to the hilt inside him.

“Mmm…you do feel nice,” she said, removing his blindfold and then stretching languidly, allowing him an eyeful. When she came down from the stretch, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “I think you should fuck your Mistress, but you’d better do it precisely as she wants.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, sounding reverent again. She smiled and released him.

“Get to it,” she said, too cheerful. He obeyed, his thrusts slow and gentle, a good default for a submissive. “Mmm…harder…” she moaned, then yelped when he sped up. “I said harder, not faster!” she snarled.

He looked abashed, and slowed, but each thrust was now powerful, balls slapping against her round ass. She seemed to feel hornier every time he stroked into her pussy. Her hands were now wandering freely, one stroking up her belly and heading for her tits, as she braced herself against his collar, fingers gently caressing his throat, at once affection and warning.

“Ohhh, Goddess,” she panted, as he tilted his hips slightly; doubtless it was an accident, but his cock was no tagging that tender spot inside. “That’s a good boy,” she cooed, as one hand began to stroke her own tits. She stayed away from the nipple rings, deciding it was for a slave and not a Mistress to endure pain.

As her thumb stroked her stiff nipples carefully, to avoid jostling the piercings, she hissed, “Faster, pet.” The hand leaning against him traveled down from his throat, digging nails into her chest as she finally did to her own nipples, making her sigh at the shared pain. He moaned in response, and obediently sped up.

Difficult as it was in his position, he managed to keep the pace up, a brisk fucking that kept her panting. It was hard to concentrate on him, to keep him pleased but not so close to cumming she couldn’t rein him back, because his pounding felt so good. Still, not for nothing was she the highest-priced whore in down.

She rode him like a siruv trainer, exulting in his gasps of “Mistress!”, taking him to the edge and then slowing, easing back, making him moan with frustration.

“Now now,” she murmured. “We don’t want to waste that hot white cum, do we?” Her hips rocked at an ooze’s pace, but while she looked calm, she was in fact concentrating, her skill neither pushing him over nor pulling him back from it.

“Mistress, please,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with strain.

“Silly boy,” she said. “You don’t have to control yourself. You won’t cum until I let you.” Even as she said it, she eased back further, letting him cool off a bit. No need to tempt fate.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” His voice was trembling. Possibly he had let go before she’d eased off, fully expecting to cum, and been stunned at how he’d stayed on the edge.

Certainly something had distracted him, because he’d stopped fucking her. She reached down and tweaked a nipple in a playful manner. “Did I say you could stop?” she said, cheerily but with a hint of threat.

“No Mistress!” he said. As he resumed his thrusts, even faster than before, he added, “Forgive me, Mistress!”

“We’ll seee,” she mused. As she leaned on his chest, gently stroking his muscles, she hoped he didn’t hear how his fucking had so quickly made her moan, drawing out the “sea”. She had to admit to herself she couldn’t dislike someone who was as good with both hands tied behind his back as he was.

He was going to be big-headed enough when he saw how quickly he could make her cum. She bit her lip, leaning down to lick and nip his throat. She loved how he seemed to be trying to fuck her extra deep—pausing when his hips smacked against hers as he hit his limit, then living a little extra upward thrust before he pulled out. It was enough to make her bounce up, higher than she intended while she bucked atop him, making each subsequent thrust hit with that much extra force.

She considered urging herself along, but decided to let him earn it. He couldn’t see, so he’d assume his affections were the sole cause of her orgasm. That would make him even cockier.

Her hips bobbed up and down as she writhed; she didn’t bother to suppress groans and cries of pleasure anymore. He’d know when she came, anyway, and the man who didn’t like to hear women make noises of ecstasy was rare, rarer still among submissive men.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, “fuck me, yes, that’s a good—” She broke off when her orgasm hit, cunt bearing down on his prick. He slowed his pace to match the spastic rocking of her hips, until she squeaked, “Keep going, keep going.” He resumed his quick, delightfully energetic pace, having to thrust even harder to keep the same pace thanks to her spasming fucktunnel, which of course only intensified the little shocks of pleasure she was receiving from his pumping on top of the throbbing orgasm.

When it passed, she relaxed, noting she’d drawn blood from his chest as her nails had dug in. She placed a hand on his abdomen to guide his pace, slowing him to a crawl. “—boy,” she finished.

He snorted, as though trying to restrain a laugh. She immediately dug her nails in again, and he winced.

“Do you find your Mistress amusing?” she hissed.

“No Mistress,” he said quickly.

She found herself struggling not to smile as she twisted a nipple, sneering, “I’ll teach you not to laugh at me.” He groaned at the pain, and she could tell it wasn’t from the discomfort.

Now that he wouldn’t be able to hear the smile in her voice, she smiled again as she placed a hand on his neck as though she was about to strangle him. She didn’t, however, squeeze, instead pressing down. It was an old domination trick, restricting air and movement instead of cutting them off entirely.

She took total control of him then, taming him with her hands and legs and voice, taking him to the brink of orgasm, then letting it ebb away. Then she did it again, legs locked around his pelvis to keep him from pushing himself over, and again let it drain.

“Mistress,” he mewled as she started her to build him up once more.

He sounded so pathetic she decided she could show some mercy. She was almost thrashing atop him now, driving herself as well as him relentlessly towards the edge.

She left him in the capable hands of her pussy, her real hands mauling her tits and almost vibrating against her clit. It wasn’t a race; she wanted to cum with him, and unless she missed her guess, she might have jumped the gun, leaving him dangerously close to orgasm and herself far behind.

In fact, she soon realized she was ahead of him, as she felt the thrumming of her orgasm while he had to be moments away. She almost shrieked “No!” at the sudden loss of control, and turned her fury and disappointment inward, trying futilely to stop…

For a second, she felt herself cumming. Her cunt even squirted briefly, a jet of nectar across his loins. But then it stopped and, in an instant but with agonizing slowness for all that, as though time had slowed, reversed itself, bringing her back to just before her peak.

Time resumed normally, which wasn’t necessarily in her best interested. Bewildered, she almost lost control again, his hips slamming upwards almost desperately. She fucked him back eagerly, nails digging into one of her breasts and clawing at his chest as she panted, “Good boy! That’s a good boy!” His eyes were closed, his face set in an expression of concentration.

And then she eased back again, murmuring instructions and using a hand to slow his pace. He seemed agonized, there she knew better. Little bitch is loving it. She bit her lip, taking her sweet time. She didn’t know what had happened a second ago, but if she could harness it, she might be able to cum twice, and he would wait for her to seize the correct moment. He was, after all, her bitch.

She could feel him throbbing inside her, actually feel the tension of his balls when they pressed against her cunt-lips. He was aching to unload. Skillfully, she rode him down yet again, until he was pleading again, “Mistress, I beg you…”

“Not…yet…slave,” she hissed. She was painfully close, quim already beginning to clench around him again. She squeezed a breast tightly with one hand, rubbing a finger over the rock-hard, pierced nipple. With the other, she rubbed lightly at her clit for a moment, then balanced herself against him, leaning back and using his leg this time.

When she brought her hand back to her clit, she gasped “Ah-hah!” as she came hard, cunt squirting, hips bucking, the grasping of her pussy making him whimper. Timing it just so, she pulled off of him, sliding back so her mound and clitty sawed along his cock, and gasped, “Now pet! Now pet! Now pet!”

He grunted, thrusting into the empty air, and came with incredible force. She saw the first jet of cum as it arced higher than her breasts before falling back to splatter against the leather on his stomach. The next few didn’t get as high, but each curved back to land on him. She watched, transfixed, grinding her clit over his cock as his hips pumped up and down reflexively, and to her delight a second orgasm came, her fuckhole gushing as she screamed.

Finally, the last jolts of ecstasy faded, and he stopped sawing his cock over her little nub. She frowned down at the cum messing up the expensive leather harness. She couldn’t have that.

Leaning down, she licked up his sperm from the black leather—but not, to make a point, from his ebony skin—and swallowed it down. Then, crawling over him, she kissed him, tongue stroking over his, allowing him to taste what was left.

She rolled onto her side, pulling with him so he wasn’t lying back on his arms anymore, and wrapped herself around him to enjoy the heat of his body.

After a while, he spoke. “That was,” he panted, “intense. Amazing.” She looked up at him. Of course it was, she almost said, but picked up from his expression that he meant to speak again.

“But…it wasn’t exactly what I meant.” He looked over her shoulder. She half-rolled over, following his gaze to a table against the far wall. Spread out across the surface were toys: a staggering array of dildos, plugs, beads…and off the side, an assortment of strap-ons of nearly every imaginable size and texture.

She turned back to him, wearing her wickedest grin. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”


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I love orcs, Xayara mused, strolling down Merchant’s Row. Pleasantly sore, she was taking the long route home, allowing herself to enjoy the aches as much as possible.

Despite its name and history, Niarlarnen was actually home to far more than three races, and as more than slaves or second-class citizens. Well, more than slaves. Or at least they were not the only races enslaved; everyone could be within the city.

Only drow, duergar, and svirneblin had a voice on the council, but there were ways orcs, goblins, and others could make themselves heard. Without formal channels, this normally meant being the best at whatever it was they did. Orcs were more short-lived than even humans, and as the saying went, burned bright and brief.

But there wasn’t a whore in Niarlarnen, orc or otherwise, who could match her. And the orcs she’d been with were very appreciative; drow whores generally didn’t work the orc quarter, but Xayara worked everywhere. She liked orcs. There was nothing like a group of orc males for a stiff gangbang.

As she walked down the wide, busy street, a piece of jewelry caught her eye. It did so because, paradoxically, it wasn’t hideously gaudy. (It wasn’t that Xayara didn’t think there was a place for gaudy jewelry, but that place wasn’t on her skin.) As opposed to being heavy with whatever gems the jeweler had in reach at the time, which to Xayara’s dismay seemed to be the style in the Underdark, it was slender and fine, and accentuated with tiny amethysts. The other pieces in the narrow stall outside the jeweler’s shop were even more subtle.

The proprietor had come up as she was admiring the work. “You seem entranced by my pieces, my lady.”

She glanced up, seeing an attractive, graceful drow woman, probably older than her, likely in middle years. Telling the age of elves was difficult for most, even for other elves, but one way to tell was weight. From the time of their prime, at about a century of age, elves usually gained about five pounds a century, more if they were women who had children. After about six centuries, they started to lose weight, rather more precipitously, but by then they were noticeably older, with age lines and other marks of mortality. Ancient elves could be cadaverously slim. This woman had the curvaceous build of a woman who was just about back into shape after being pregnant—which Xayara thought meant she’d had a few children or was over four hundred.

Xayara also thought she was lovely. “You might say that.”

The proprietor smiled indulgently, seeming to pick up the innuendo. “I don’t generally flirt when I’m working.”

When do you get off? It was such an easy, and therefore detestable line. She preferred being coy. “What I meant was that your merchandise is much easier on the eyes than all the flashy junk around here.”

She smiled. “A few surface merchants passed through, oh, some decades ago. I bought some things from them, for study, and I think I’ve almost got it down. They’re usually a bit more subtle about decoration. It’s more about looking good than showing off.” She gave Xayara a once-over. “Though you seem to be adept at both,” she noted, taking in the whore’s curve-hugging outfit that nonetheless revealed little skin.

She acknowledged the compliment with a nod. No flirting, hmm? “I’ve never liked gaudy.”

“But brazen?”

“Accurate.” She turned her attention back to the jewelry, humming tunelessly as she looked over the finely detailed pieces. She was amazed at how every time she looked closer, she uncovered new details. The jeweler’s patience and dexterity must have been breathtaking.

Eventually, she found an armband she liked. Though a solid silver metal—she thought mithril—it was curved in a manner she thought was sensual. She at first couldn’t decide if the tips were more evocative of penises or nipples. Nipples, she decided, after considering there were two ends.

The metal was actually slightly springy, allowing it to expand somewhat, and Xayara to slip it on her calf. “That’s actually an armband,” the merchant said. Xayara smirked knowingly at her. “Looks good that way,” she admitted.

Xayara suppressed a shake of her head. Certainly, some things just didn’t fit, but how did people imagine nipple rings came to be? Someone looked at other piercings and decided it might look or feel good elsewhere, and then other people liked the idea.

In this case, both anklets and armbands already existed, but if jewelry looked good… “I like it, too,” she said. “How much would it take for you to part with it?”

The merchant paused, then said, “Thirty silver.”

Xayara carefully kept her face neutral, then let it fall slightly. Thirty silver was no small amount, but for such fine work it was a deep discount. It might have sold for twice that.

“I’m afraid I don’t have that much,” she said. Had she spoken such a bald-faced like under influence of a truth spell she’d count herself lucky to still be conscious. “Would you take payment in trade?”

The merchant seemed surprised. “Well, I’ll need to know your trade, your name, your employer…”

“My name is Xayara,” the whore said. She waited as the merchant’s expression turned thoughtful, then allowed her a tiny upward turn of her lips when it cleared and she got it.

“I see,” the merchant said. She was good at keeping her face blank, but Xayara thought she seemed amused. “What’s your going rate?”

Xayara snorted, and tried to sound offended—and in truth, she was, if only slightly. “My ‘rate’ isn’t fixed,” she said. “When I’m finished, my clients pay me what they think I’ve earned.”

“That works?” the jeweler said.

“Well, if someone planned on cheating me, they usually feel ashamed enough afterward to pay me something halfway reasonable.”

“All right. I’m convinced.” She turned and started cleaning out the stalls. “I was about to close up shop, and I was hoping to wrangle a one-night interlude with you anyway.” She began locking up.

Xayara blinked. “Oh, I’m sorry. If you want to do that instead—”

“It will be an honor to do business with you,” said the older woman. “Besides, the outing was going to be either an exercise in distraction or seduction.”

“I see,” Xayara murmured, helping her new client with her end-of-day tasks. As they walked inside, she turned to bolt the door and said, “I think that’s quite enough delay, don’t you?”

“Too much,” the woman murmured. They strode towards each other and kissed.

She was a very good kisser, with a skilled and deft tongue, though she seemed as excited by Xayara’s own talents as Xayara was by hers. Despite her pronouncement of too much of a wait, she seemed content to allow her hands to slowly drift over Xayara’s clothes. Xayara was not so patient, grasping and squeezing her newfound friend’s shapely form, despite—or maybe because of—the heavier robes she wore.

They broke for air, when even Xayara’s deep-throat breathing techniques were starting to fail her. “By the way,” said the merchant breathily, as they exchanged little pecks, licks, and sucks, “My name is Saeras.”

“Good to know,” Xayara purred, diving back in. This time her hands worked to undress Saeras, but only below the waist. She actually stopped the merchant when she tried to shrug off her outer robe, instead removing her pants and underwear.

“What...?” Saeras said.

“Shut up and bend over,” Xayara said, spinning her around to face an empty counter.

Saeras obeyed, and Xayara hiked the jeweler’s robe up around her waist. She was a little slimmer than she’d seemed under the clothes, though that was still plenty of curve for a drow, and enough that her robe wouldn’t slip back down.

Her ass was round, the skin smooth, the flesh soft but firm, and Xayara took her time exploring, stroking, and squeezing her. She quite happily ignored Saeras’s moans she came close to her pussy. She watched with delight as the merchant’s cunt began to glisten.

“Please, “ Saeras groaned softly. “Oh please, eat me…”

Knowing her new friend would hear it in her voice, Xayara smiled and said, “All you had to do was ask.” When she slid her tongue over Saeras’s damp labia, the merchant whimpered.

“Thank you, thank you…” The whore restrained a laugh, surprised even she had been able to tease her lover so effectively. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” Saeras moaned, growing louder. “Xayara! Thank! You!” And to even Xayara’s astonishment, within less than a minute, she’d started to cum.

Xayara didn’t let up. If she’d cum this quickly, she was going to have a lot of fun. She continued lapping and kissing at Saeras’s now-soaking pussy.

The merchant was barely able to speak. “Oh guh-guh—oh!” Xayara opened her legs further, allowing her to lick more at her clit. Saeras’s wiggling hips started to buck at this new torment, and in moments she was cumming again, thighs quivering as the orgasm ended.

She hadn’t squirted, but nonetheless Saeras’s thighs were wet with juice that Xayara eagerly lapped up. It was so easy to make her cum, Xayara made a decision. She was going to play a little game.

Before Saeras could stir, Xayara was fingering her again. “Oh…oh…” She bit her lip. “Xayara, I…I want…”

“What do you want?” asked Xayara.

“I want you,” she groaned.

“Well,” said the whore in a sing-song voice, fingers dancing, “you can’t have me.”

“Mmh…that’s hardly f-fair,” Saeras said, a hint of a whine in her voice.

“Maybe not,” said Xayara. “But in time I’ll come to forgive you.”

Saeras laughed, but like someone who was being tickled and didn’t want to. “Please, let me—”

“No,” Xayara said, remaining firm. She just wished she’d brought better toys. “You’re going to let me make love to you. And I’m not going to stop until you’re begging and you mean it.”

Saeras trembled a bit at that, obviously excited, her hands fidgeting. That wouldn’t do. “And just so you don’t get any ideas,” Xayara said, taking off her belt, “I don’t want you to move from that spot.”

“All right,” said the jeweler. There was a definite tone of excitement in her voice. “Ahh!”

Xayara savored the yelp, but then she’d caused it, whipping her across the backside with her belt, which she’d folded in half. Saeras half-turned to glare at her.

“What was that for?” she asked.

With a put-upon sigh, she grabbed Saeras’s forearms and twisted them behind her back into a square, then bound them with the belt. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

“Oh,” said Saeras. “That’s what it was for.”

“Smartass,” said Xayara, and squeezed it. She turned her attention to her discarded pack, riffling through it and ignoring most of the toys. Despite her binding of Saeras’s wrists, she wasn’t really in a bondage mood, and most of this equipment was best suited for that sort of play.

While she searched, one hand idly played with Saeras’s pussy. The older woman moaned excitedly. “More, Xayara, please more…”

Smiling, the whore slipped a single finger into Saeras’s cunny, drawing a louder groan. It broadened when she almost immediately withdrew the digit and got another mewling out of it. “Oh, have some patience, you whiner.”

“Maybe,” Saeras growled, “I won’t sell to you at all.”

“Ha!” Xayara said, not laughing but actually saying it. “By the time I’m done you’ll be wanting to give me your shop.” She smiled again as Saeras quivered briefly, and it broadened when she finally found something useful—in a display case.

Brusquely, Xayara search the merchant, removing a set of keys from an inner pocket, and went to the case. Saeras groaned. “You went through all that just to rob me?” Her tone light, Xayara knew she was only teasing.

“Hardly,” the whore said. She dangled the treasure she’d taken in front of Saeras’s face. “How durable are these?”

Xayara watched her expression, and knew the moment the jeweler figured it out. As she eyed the string of black pearls, Saeras said, “I think they’ll be fine.”

“Good.” Xayara unhooked the catch and began sliding the pearls in, one at a time, while stroking and squeezing her ass.

Saeras moaned contentedly as the last few beads were slipped into her, only the very last, the one with the catch, remaining outside. She let out a quiet gasp as Xayara slid a pair of fingers into her to play with the necklace. And as each pearl was made to jiggle inside Saeras’s pussy, Xayara leaned in and began to tickle at the jeweler’s clit with her tongue.

The merchant’s reaction was immediately apparent, her breathing coming fast, loud, and uneven. Xayara displayed an odd sort of open-mouthed grin as her tongue worked Saeras’s clit over.

Saeras approached and hit an orgasm so fast Xayara couldn’t even start to back off. So she didn’t, instead continuing to lap at her new lover’s clit and play with the string of pearls all throughout the climax, lengthening and intensifying it.

When it was over, Saeras panting, Xayara stood. “You are such a weakling,” she said, “cumming so fast.” The merchant only groaned. “Well, if you’re going to cum like that and ruin my game, I’ll have to play a different one. How about,” she said, pulling out a new toy, “instead of Torment, we try Swarm?”

“Uh?” Saeras said, still acting only semi-conscious.

Taking the new toy, which looked like a dagger might if its blade were rounded, smooth, flexible, and made of rubber, she stabbed into Saeras’s pussy.

The merchant cried out, twisting to look over her shoulder, whimpering as the blade dildo slowly fucked her, tangling the string of pearls around it. She moaned, long and loud, as Xayara increased speed, the hilt of the dildo hitting her pussy with every thrust, and whimpered “Oh yes!” when the drow’s fingers found her clit.

Then, Saeras jerked in surprise, as Xayara’s tongue started to tickle her asshole. Judging by her reaction, Saeras hadn’t done much anal; or perhaps she hadn’t been expecting Xayara to do it. Regardless, she wasn’t complaining. The threefold stimulation of tongue, dildo and fingers had her screaming, cursing, thrashing. But not cumming.

Despite her intent to make Saeras cum again and again, Xayara wanted each orgasm to be worth it. Unless it fell within a very specific range of delays between orgasms, there either wasn’t enough buildup or there was too much waiting. And Saeras was definitely not yet to the point where she would be able to have a constant, or even chained, orgasm.

So she drew it out, giving her a few minutes, and then hitting her just so. In contrast with her earlier screams, she merely sobbed “I’m cumming!” that time. There was no mistaking it, though; her hips jerked in the spasmodic way they only had when she actually came.

Again, Xayara drew it out, by not stopping even as Saeras twitched under her affections, and was impressed with the result. The orgasm lasted over a minute and actually triggered a second one, if Xayara’s interpretation of Saeras’s whispered “Oh gods again?” and subsequent, if more subdued, squirming was accurate.

When it was finally over, Xayara went on the attack, this time not holding back anything. The sound of the dildo’s hilt smacking against Saeras’s labia echoed in the shop, but the wet sounds made by Xayara’s fingers and tongue were drowned out as the jeweler screamed.

It took mere moments for Saeras to cum again, and this time Xayara sped up when the merchant’s climax began. She managed to force another two orgasms out of her in a chain, each starting before the last ended. And each, it seemed, was more intense than the last, as her pussy gave a tiny squirt with the second and a larger one that wet Xayara’s fingering hand with the third.

Xayara thought she probably could have given her more, but by that point her arm was getting tired, so she showed mercy. Beyond that, she’d had another idea. Looking through her bag as Saeras trembled and moaned, she found an item she’d originally pushed aside. It was a ring gag, a large one, meant for when she wanted the wearer’s mouth forced wide enough they could still suck a fair-sized cock. Pulling out one of the larger dildos, she found it fit snugly in the ring, the base wide enough to prevent the last inch or so from going through. So she put it on.

She’d left the sword-dildo buried inside Saeras’s pussy, but now took it out and turned the merchant onto her side. As she slid the soaked road into the Saeras’s asshole, the merchant tensed. “Oh, gods,” she whispered. Xayara, unable to speak, stroked her thighs to reassure her. Eventually, she relaxed, and Xayara pushed it deeper, drawing pleased moans.

Xayara decided, when she was moaning and wriggling, that she’d adapted to it and enjoyed it. So she slid a hand between her legs, parting them, and started to stroke the merchant’s clit. Saeras’s moaning came louder, and if she could have, Xayara would have smiled. Parting her legs was useful in that it gave access to her clit, but the real reason was its exposure of her pussy. Using her teeth to handle the push-back, Xayara leaned in and slid the dildo held tightly in the ring gag deep inside her lover.

The dildo was big, noticeably bigger than the one fucking Saeras’s ass, so Xayara was expecting the merchant’s reaction—a wordless cry that sounded more than a little surprised. While the whore reamed her ass out, and nimble fingers danced over Saeras’s clit, the position meant she had to take the face-fucking a little slower. That, however, allowed her to exult in the jeweler’s scent, go deeper with every thrust, more carefully control the pace, and add a little snaking motion that jostled the pearls quite nicely.

Xayara was delighted with her own creativity. Though not the first time she’d improvised a face dildo with a ring gag and false cock, it was the first time the person wearing it was in control. If a third person had been there, they might be considered equal slaves, or perhaps in a hierarchy, but as they were by themselves, Xayara was definitely in charge.

This time, from the introduction of the face dildo, Saeras didn’t even last a minute before her first orgasm. Her thighs clamped around Xayara’s wrist as she cried out, the sound quickly becoming a long, wordless “Ohhhh!” Xayara was elated. It was so fast, it must have meant…

And there came the second orgasm, heartbeats after the first, causing Saeras to tremble head to toe, and let out a shriek that descended and roughened into a growl, then softened to a sexy little whimper. This, Xayara realized, was it, and sped up fingers, hand, and head.

“Oh gods,” Saeras mewled, as the next orgasm overwhelmed her. After that, it all seemed to just flow together, a constant orgasm that went on for long minutes, as Xayara did her best to lengthen it further still. More than once, Saeras’s pussy erupted, gushing hot girlcum onto Xayara’s face.

“All over me,” she moaned each time, or tried to; it came out as “Aw ova meh.”

Saeras was silent by the time it was done. She merely shuddered a bit, sporadically, as though the orgasms had drained her ability to do anything else. When she finished, sliding the thick dildo out slowly, and stood, Xayara saw that her eyes were glazed, and she was still breathing rapidly, as if she couldn’t quite gain control over her breathing.

The whore considered the many toys she brought and was now in the mood to use. But if she did, she wouldn’t be able to keep her promise to herself that she wouldn’t have any orgasms. If she went much further, even if she didn’t play with herself, she’d doubtlessly cum. Not to mention the state of her panties if she tried to keep it in. Yet she didn’t want to just leave and not have any more fun until her next visit…

Idea! She removed the belt from Saeras’s wrists, only to put it back on—looser this time, so she could wriggle free with a little effort. Smiling, she slid her fingers, and then her entire hand, into Saeras’s drenched pussy.

“Oh,” Saeras cooed, the first noise she’d made in many long minutes. “N-no, please, I—”

“Shhh.” The sound seemed to soothe the jeweler, as Xayara gathered up the string of pearls and slowly pulled them out. They dripped with Saeras’s juices. Instead of simply putting them around Saeras’s neck, she came up with a complicated loop that left them tight against her throat, like a choker. Finally, she pushed the blade-dildo hilt-deep into her lover’s ass, and the monstrous dildo she’d face-fucked Saeras with deep into her pussy.

She picked up the armband, admiring it, and put it on her calf. Then, she put a stack of coin, totaling sixty silver, in front of Saeras’s face. “If you want to return my property,” she said, “I’m at the Rule-Of-Three inn.” She stroked Saeras’s back. “If not, consider them tokens of affection.” She tapped the coin. “Consider this payment for the entertainment, my little whore.”

She left the merchant slumped on the counter, arms bound, thighs drenched, with a pair of dildos deep inside her. She might have felt a little bad about it…if Saeras hadn’t smiled.


Absorbed with her writings, Xayara didn’t hear the first knock. That was becoming a problem, she’d noticed; since her topic was always sex, she tended to ignore the outside world.

The second knock, longer and louder, got her attention. Mind still on her work, she didn’t bother to dress before answering the door. She might not even have realized it if Saeras hadn’t so blatantly stared at her chest.

“Oh. Hello,” she said.

“Hello yourself,” said Saeras. “I believe you left these in my shop?” she asked, presenting two familiar-looking dildos from inside her robes.

“I may have indeed. You’re very kind to return them.” Xayara suddenly noticed Saeras was wearing the black pearls, choker style. “I like your necklace.”

“Thank you,” the merchant said. She looked a bit flustered. “Would you like to try it on?”

Xayara’s smile was dazzling. “I might,” she admitted. “Come in. We’ll discuss it.” The whore had no idea why she had suddenly taken on euphemisms, but the flustered smile on Saeras’s face was almost worth it.

Closing the door behind her guest, she locked it with a click.


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Chapter 2, part 3

Sex:M+/F (impl, intr), H/F (intr, tits)

Absorbed with her writings, Xayara didn’t hear the first knock. That was becoming a problem, she’d noticed; since her topic was always sex, she tended to ignore the outside world.

The second knock, longer and louder, got her attention. Mind still on her work, she didn’t bother to dress before answering the door. She might not even have realized it if Saeras hadn’t so blatantly stared at her chest.

“Oh. Hello,” she said.

“Hello yourself,” said Saeras. “I believe you left these in my shop?” she asked, presenting two familiar-looking dildos from inside her robes.

“I may have indeed. You’re very kind to return them.” Xayara suddenly noticed Saeras was wearing the black pearls, choker style. “I like your necklace.”

“Thank you,” the merchant said. She looked a bit flustered. “Would you like to try it on?”

Xayara’s smile was dazzling. “I might,” she admitted. “Come in. We’ll discuss it.” The whore had no idea why she had suddenly taken on euphemisms, but the flustered smile on Saeras’s face was almost worth it.

Closing the door behind her guest, she locked it with a click.


As the weeks rolled on, Xayara became even fonder of the segments of Niarlarnen closest to the city’s walls.

The center of the city was pleasant and safe, and Xayara lived at the rather exclusive Rule-Of-Three Inn, but when she wasn’t there or working she was often at the city’s edge. They didn’t dance carefully around the concept of whoring. If they wanted her, those who could afford it—which, given the distance to the truly wealthy of the city, was a surprising number—hired her.

But when she wasn’t working, writing, exercising (she got plenty, but a few toning exercises didn’t hurt), or just thinking, she was carousing, and she always went to the city’s outskirts for that. Whore wasn’t a dirty word there, for one thing. Doing so also meant she got to know the militia and gate guards, a very useful side effect and a fact she was grateful for, looking back.

“Lady Xex?” a drow guard said as she strolled carefully down the street.

“I am,” she said, turning to greet him. She didn’t fear the guards; they liked her out here, and she recognized this youth. She couldn’t place his name, though, perhaps due to the six glasses of bitterblack she’d had at the Broken Tusk.

“Captain Throz sent me to find you.” He came up to her, and she saw he had a slightly worried expression on his face. “He’d like you to come to the gate, milady.”

Throz. He’s the one who prefers his triplet orc girls to me.

The guard blushed a bit. “He’s the one.”

Did I say that out loud? She stared at nothing while she thought it over. I suppose I must have. That does it. No more bitterblack for me.

“Lead on, Guardsman Lan,” she said, surprised she had remembered his name. She supposed her mind must have dredged it up for her because she’d decided to attempt addressing him.

He took her to a small guardhouse on the Coin Gate, so name for its being the entrance used if you’d come directly from O’rache’el. Inside, he let her look through the murder hole, to see a small party of drow waiting.

“They weren’t asking for you by name,” Lan said, “but they are looking for someone who matches your description.” Xayara made a mental note to ask him what that description was, then promptly forgot it.

Not because of the bitterblack, but because she’d been suddenly scared sober.

Most of the party outside were dressed as drow hunters and warriors did: light armor and weapons, a small shield or perhaps a second weapon. One, however, was conspicuously not. By the make of the plate armor, she was a tall and well-built woman, who in one hand carried a brutal-looking axe, and in the other a shield as tall as Xayara. Though thought of as rare, there were many drow warriors who fought that way, and this one’s face was hidden in a full helm, but Xayara knew who it was all the same. When the warrior turned idly, glancing around, as the party leader pleaded their case to Captain Throz for entry, there was no mistaking the shield’s heraldry.

She’d managed to keep a straight face, but despite his casual tone she felt a surge of paranoia when Lan asked, “Do you recognize them?”

She managed to force a mildly curious, thoughtful expression on her face. “I might have known some of them when I was younger,” she said. Turning to him, she gave him a rather long kiss, remembering only too late that her mouth still tasted of very strong drink. To compensate for the bitterness, she made it as skillful a kiss as she could, her tongue caressing his and exploring his mouth.

“Thank you,” she said when they parted. He gulped. “If you would request in my stead that he delay them by every legal means necessary but allow them in once they’ve filled in all the paperwork, I would be grateful.”

“Of course, milady,” he said, bowing and hurrying off.

She felt a bit of guilt for misleading him—doubtless he thought he’d get a free or at least discounted ride with her—but she wanted him to be motivated. Her gratitude would have to be restricted to money, and though she was still drunk, fear gave her the clarity to remember that mental note.

A bribe of coin, not sex, convinced a merchant to divert one of his guards to take her to the Rule-Of-Three on siruv-back, at speed.

When she arrived, she told the owner she was leaving, and asked for some couriers to be sent to her room. After stripping, she started to shove possessions into her pack, pausing to write short missives to clients with appointments, cancelling them and apologizing. At the last moment, she remembered Lan, and set up a small box of gold for him, about a month’s pay if she remembered what guards of his rank normally received. She erred on the side of caution, and included another note of apology. She was pulling on her pants when the couriers arrived, and answered the door topless. Ignoring their stares, she handed them the notes and box, paid them, and sent them on their way.

Finally, dressed in practical traveling clothes, she shouldered her pack and left the inn through the servants’ entrance. By this point, the fear and most of the effects of the alcohol had worn off. A cold fury kept her focused. She had been expecting someone to track her.

But not Kal’di.


She was relieved, after the amount of time it had taken to surreptitiously find the right place, that there was a light burning inside the house. That made the information—that here was someone who could lead her away—more likely to be true.

Napping by the door was a massive, long-muzzled creature, with gray fur. It wasn’t as big as a rothé, but as it shifted in its sleep, she saw teeth that would have made short work of one. She entered cautiously to find a remarkably spare room with a single occupant. Leaning back in a chair, sharpening a sword, was a woman.

It was not looking into a mirror, but Xayara could definitely see similarities between them. Though taller than her, the woman had a mass of white hair and dark pink eyes, and a pretty, if broad, face. Her arms were muscled in such a way to hint at great power, yet she was remarkably voluptuous, with a chest bigger than Xayara’s, who was herself rather buxom for an elf her size. She made Xayara think of what she and Kal’di might look like if their features were averaged out.

The overall bulk of the woman was doubtless because she was not a drow. Leaving aside the features that, while attractive, were so broad they would have at least been considered signs of human blood, her skin was as white as Xayara’s was black. Though her hair obscured the sides of her head, her hears weren’t poking through, meaning the simply weren’t large enough to be those of a full-blooded elf.

Her rather large breasts were distracting, mainly because, while she had on long pants, she was shirtless, wearing nothing more than a bra of stiff-looking black leather above the waist, which didn’t do much to hide the sides of her tits. Xayara doubted lace or even silk would have contained her when she ran, but didn’t know if she would have preferred leather chafing her instead.

“Yes?” the woman said, her voice low and throaty, but still feminine. She hadn’t looked up. Though it was a single word, Xayara thought she detected an accent.

“How would you like to guide me to the surface?” said Xayara, deciding not to linger on niceties. That would be for when she had time.

“What if I don’t want to?” the pale woman asked.

“You want to,” said Xayara. Finally, the woman looked up, a politely quizzical expression on her face. “For a given value of ‘want’, at east.”

One white eyebrow, nearly invisible against milky skin, arched. “What value?”

“I will be paying you a rather impressive amount of money,” Xayara said.

Now smiling, the woman said, “For what value of impressive?”

“What’s your normal rate?” countered Xayara.

“One gold per day. Round up.”

“What’s the fastest route to the surface, if you’re leading?”

“Two weeks, if we’re careful.”

“A hundred gold if we leave immediately.” Xayara had to admire her would-be companion; she didn’t even blink at being offered five times her normal rate.

“It’ll take time—” the ranger began.

“Oh, please,” Xayara said, though her tone was not contemptuous. “I don’t see anything that needs packing.”

The woman paused, then rolled her eyes, sighing. Despite herself, Xayara’s eyes were drawn to her chest by the motion. She had to admit to herself that she had rarely seen such magnificent tits, and despite their size, these ones seemed quite firm.

“I’m called Chas Smith,” her guide said, standing and offering a nod. She grabbed a shirt hanging on the back of the chair and pulled it on. As she was putting it on, her hair was pulled away from her face, revealing completely round ears. Unless Xayara missed her guess, the woman was almost entirely human.

“I am Xayara,” she said, bowing.

Chas looked her over, and Xayara had the feeling she was being ogled. “Well. That explains a lot.”

“I’m sure.”

“Meet me out back. I’ll be there in a few moments.”

By Xayara’s count it was much longer, but she may just have been impatient. Chas appeared with her long hair tied back in a tail, wearing a large pack, trailed by the animal Xayara had seen by the door and another much like it—or perhaps the other way around.

The first one started sniffing at her hand. “I see the other already knows you by smell,” said Chas, scratching the ears of the second.

“What are their names?” she asked.

Chas shrugged. “Who knows? If wolves have names, they don’t share ‘em with people.”

“Fair enough.”

They set out, one of the wolves running ahead, Chas maintaining a brisk pace, Xayara following close behind, and the other of the wolves vanishing and reappearing behind them as was its wont. As they left the cavern, following the river Larn, she looked back at Niarlarnen sadly. She’d been happier there than she’d ever been in Orache’el.

The irony of her sister being the one to chase her from her second home was not lost on her.


The first day passed uneventfully. During a water break, Chas had confessed she was surprised at Xayara’s stamina.

“Think about what I do for a living,” Xayara had said. “Now, think about my reputation.” Chas had conceded the point, and they’d continued on. Now, stopping for the night, the ranger was finding amusement in Xayara’s rummaging.

“That settles it,” she said, after Xayara had pulled out a seventh item that was not only inedible but not even intended as food. “If I ever make enough money to get one of those, I’m definitely…not.”

“I’m sure,” Xayara said, gritting her teeth in frustration, “that’s there’s a trick to using them when you’re traveling. I’ve only ever used it when I had room to spread out.”

“Spread out?” said Chas. “A skinny thing like you?”

“I’ll have you know,” said Xayara, “that I’m very curvaceous, as elves go.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Chas said slyly. Then, she sighed, large breasts heaving obviously even through her tunic. “You elf girls have no tits and no ass. I haven’t had decent eye candy in months, though I must say you’re a breath of fresh air.”

“Girls?” Xayara said, distracted, as she pulled out a block of dried fruit.

“Oh, hey, congratulations,” said Chas, dry, clapping her hands. But she’d pounced on it far too quickly.

Girls?” Xayara repeated, prying off a slice. “When every one you’ve tried ogling is probably old—” She linked. “You’re into women?”

“No!” Chas said, again too quickly. Her legs had been comfortably splayed out; now she crossed them, almost demurely. “I haven’t had sex with a woman.” At Xayara’s skeptical expression, she muttered, “In two years.”

The drow whore let out a triumphant bark of laughter. “Which would of course,” she said, “be when you arrived in the Underdark.”

“Around that time, yeah,” Chas said. She didn’t sound like she was enjoying the conversation anymore. Xayara picked a tangent and ran with it.

“Don’t see many humans in the Underdark,” she said, “if any. You may be the first I’ve seen.” Chas remained silent, except for the sharpening of her blade. “Why did you come?”

“I’m an albino,” she said. Xayara knew what those were, but not why it was important, and told Chas so. In turn, she received quite an education.

“Fascinating,” she said when it was done. “And rather clever. Escape ostracism and sunlight at the same time.”

“Yes, and only see my friends and family never.” Chas looked sad. “I haven’t been back to the surface since I came down here the first time. I like the dark too much, even though my life has generally been getting worse since I got here.”

“How so?” Chas was silent again. It seemed, having told something of her life story, she was content to keep her other problems secret. “Ah, well. Things are looking up now.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh, yes.” She counted off points on her fingers. “You have the best piece of ass in the Underdark paying you way too much to go back to the surface, and since she’ll probably be traveling alone once you part ways, she could use some instruction in survival, for which she’d be very grateful.”

Despite herself, it seemed, Chas smiled. “The piece of ass makes an excellent point,” she admitted. She lifted an eyebrow. “Instruction, hm?”

“That’s right,” said Xayara, standing up.

“Survival, hm?”

“Yes indeed,” she said, stretching

“Grateful, hm?”

Orienting herself so Chas could get a better look, she said, “Very.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” the ranger said carelessly.

“You do that. Stand watch while you’re at it. I,” Xayara said, “am going to rub one off and then go to sleep.” She undid her pants, sliding them and her smallclothes to her calves, and sat down, hand sliding over her abdomen, then to one thigh.

“You’re masturbating after walking for the better part of a day?”

“Well, yes,” said Xayara. “Walking just got me warmed up. And I am kind of tired,” she admitted, “but cumming will make it pleasantly exhausted.” She gave a happy sigh as she rubbed a finger over her slit. “My muscles are a bit tight, too. This will relax them.” As she began working in a second finger she said with a purr, “Feel free to watch.”

It wasn’t a work of art, but she didn’t need it to be. Frigging was usually for when she couldn’t get laid and just needed to get off so she didn’t get twitchy. It still took several minutes, going from a cold (for her) start, and she was certain she could feel that Chas’s gaze was steady on her the entire time. And when she came, shuddering, murmuring “Fuck yes,” she was certain she heard Chas moaning, though whether from excitement at the show or disappointment it was over she wasn’t sure.

She didn’t care, either. She’d set an image in the ranger’s mind either way, and it wasn’t the kind you could just will away.


Xayara woke only once from pleasant (though strangely, not erotic) dreams. She heard a moaning and sighing in what was definitely Chas’s voice. And, oddly, a sound she couldn’t place, though it was definitely wet and fleshy and familiar.

Thinking that perhaps the ranger had coaxed a wolf to mount her, she cracked an eye open, saw both of the beasts sleep. Chas’s back was to all three of them, but her hand was quite obviously going at a frantic speed between her legs. Xayara smile as Chas groaned, “Take it, bitch,” and closed her eyes, using the sounds as a lullaby. She fell asleep just about the time Chas let out a grunt that turned into a long, low groan at what was obviously an orgasm.

Whether a domme or not, Xayara knew one thing. I have her. She went to sleep content.


Their travel continued the next day, and Xayara’s instruction began. She’d always prided herself on learning quickly, and once or twice Chas said she was impressed, but in general realized she’d had no idea what she was getting into. There was so much information, shortcuts, hard knowledge, wisdom, and rules of thumb. Even the relatively barren Underdark was filled with things to learn. Xayara had little doubt that if they’d been on the surface her head would be spinning, if only to keep up with everything Chas would be pointing out. Having to learn the most common trade language used by the humans of the surface world wasn’t helping.

At the ranger’s constant urging of “constant vigilance” and “never stop looking”, Xayara managed to notice something. Chas seemed to be shy.

It had been the same the day before but the drow hadn’t been paying as much attention. However, whenever she stopped to relieve herself, Chas went off to do it by herself. It was odd, given how Xayara had proven she didn’t get offended by much of anything. Perhaps it was Chas’s way of saying, “This is how a woman should behave.”

She doubted that, though.

When they stopped again for the night, she decided to wait and see if there might have been another reason. There were convenient places right nearby their camp—Chas had picked it out well—as opposed to when they were out on the trail and she might have had to look, so if she went off by herself…

And she did. Xayara was definitely confused. She had no idea why Chas would be so modest, for lack of a better term. It would be off-putting to just ask her, though.

There were other ways to find such things out. Seduction was on old favorite of hers.

She started in early, sitting closer and stripping down to underwear straight off. “More comfortable,” she said, to Chas’s quizzical look. She made quite a show of eating with excessive use of her tongue, of continually stretching “tired” muscles, of affording the tracker the best angles to ogle her from.

“Stop it, please,” Chas said quietly after about an hour of this.

“Why?” Xayara said innocently.

“You’re making me horny,” Chas said. Her legs were hugged up against her ample chest.

“Good. That’s the whole point.” Xayara slid sideways and kissed her. It was not as aggressive as she wanted to be, lacking even a hint of tongue, but as Chas was clearly very shy she had to take it slow.

The woman’s lips were full and soft, and as it turned out she was a fine kisser, by turns assertive and submissive, giving and taking. She didn’t resist, instead responding in kind, when Xayara slipped her tongue into Chas’s mouth.

Their hands had long ago abandoned their safe spots on knees and backs. Chas’s hands were all over Xayara’s legs—one of her best features, in Xayara’s mind, right up there with everything else about her. Xayara had Chas’s shirt off, a hand sliding under the leather bra, playing with the enormous tits while she dreamed of getting even better acquainted with them.

The drow’s hand traveled lower, over Chas’s fit stomach—Nearly as flat as mine, she thought in admiration—but when it tried to go lower, the albino abruptly pulled away. Xayara realized they hadn’t broken their kiss for several long minutes by that point, and felt an odd sense of loss.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can,” said Xayara, cheerfully. “You’ve been with women before. Okay, not for a while, but—”

“Not like this,” said Chas.

“Not like what? With drow?” Xayara asked, truly confused now.

“It’s—complicated,” said Chas, seeming even as she said it to realize the weakness of the excuse.

“That’s all right. Everyone has a right to their secrets,” Xayara said, rather more stiffly than she intended. Feeling at once smug and guilty for doing it, she masturbated in the open again before going to sleep.


Xayara woke Chas late, as she’d seen during her watch the human woman had taken some time to get to sleep. She was proud of herself for resisting the urge to be petty and wake her early. Unless there were tricks Chas hadn’t taught her yet—and there probably were—there wasn’t a proper night or day in the Underdark, so she’d never know.

The day was one long awkward silence. Another might have thought she had ruined whatever chance she had of bedding Chas, but Xayara prided herself on being able to seduce anyone or anything (within reason). She spent most of the day thinking up how she’d pull it off, not really paying attention to where they were going. When they stopped for the night, she started into the plan.

She ate quickly, then promptly stripped naked. Chas opened her mouth, possibly to protest, but Xayara strode purposefully out of the room, with only a brief backward glance.

The second “chamber” at once weakened strengthened her plan. She’d been plotting to bathe in full view of Chas, but the paired “rooms” kept that from being the default. On the other hand, if Chas tried to sneak a peek, she might as well have stripped naked and begged to eat Xayara’s pussy right there; it would be faster and less a waste of effort.

Sadly, Chas didn’t come peeking. That was fine. It allowed her to make a glorious entrance, naked and glistening wet in the lamp light, her hair in disarray around her shoulders thanks to no more attempt to tame it than a quick combing with her fingers.

Chas swallowed audibly, and seemed torn. Finally, she got up. Xayara briefly thought she’d triumphed, but instead she went into the other room. Soon, Xayara heard the sounds of bathing.

Sighing, she toweled herself off, and scratched the wolves behind the ears. There was always tomorrow.

Then, Chas appeared, with pants on, but barefoot and bare-chested, her ample tits remarkably firm and not sagging a bit, faint pink nipples and areolas almost invisible against milk white skin. She was still wet, and was incredibly beautiful.

In a small voice, she said, “I couldn’t let you be clean, and say all sweaty myself, could I?”

Xayara smiled and went to her, cupping the ranger’s heavy breasts in her hands, and said, “How thoughtful.” Then, she kissed her. They progressed to tongue much quicker than the previous night, and Xayara’s groping of Chas’s truly amazing breasts was far more brazen. Chas even became a bit more aggressive, squeezing Xayara’s ass and giving one cheek a firm slap.

The drow pulled away to focus on Chas’s heavy tits, licking, sucking, nibbling, squeezing. The ranger cooed encouragingly, running fingers through Xayara’s still-damp hair as the drow dropped to her knees. Like opening a present, Xayara unbuttoned Chas’s pants, amused at the ranger’s abruptly worried, shy expression.

Then, when she slid the panties, made of the same stiff leather, aside, she found a pale, stiffening cock. She looked up at Chas, who seemed completely embarrassed, and made is if to pull away.

Xayara didn’t pay any attention. She sucked a surprised Chas’s cock into her mouth. The ranger gasped with shock, staggering back against the cavern wall. Xayara didn’t release her, slurping noisily on the prick. She pulled Chas’s pants and underwear down, revealing a pair of balls to go with her rather impressive cock, but no pussy. Fascinated, Xayara’s fingers went to work caressing the sac as her tongue swirled around the shaft.

“Oh, my…” Chas ran her fingers through Xayara’s locks…then tightened them. “Yes,” she purred, cupping Xayara’s chin and taking a firm grip on her hair.

The drow smiled as Chas took control, rather mannish in the way she fucked Xayara’s mouth. Xayara gladly gave her throat, gurgling as the impressive member was forced into her esophagus. She caressed Chas’s inner thighs, her other hand fondling the balls.

Chas pumped her hips more vigorously, making Xayara drool down her chin. “Suck it, bitch,” the ranger hissed; at that, Xayara relaxed, her tongue speeding its work even as her nose was mashed into Chas’s crotch, fine white pubic hair tickling her nostrils.

Short, quick thrusts now, Chas’s balls slapping Xayara’s face. The drow moaned happily, saliva dripping onto her breasts. “Unh-hunh…” Chas sighed, giving a bit of control back to the whore. “Xayara,” she whispered, as Xayara’s head started to bob, white cock throbbing in the drow’s throat. In charge now, Xayara gave it her best, her talented mouth and hands knowing exactly how to make Chas wriggle.

The albino was playing with Xayara’s breasts now, seeming particularly interested in her nipple rings. “Just like that,” Chas whimpered, as Xayara engulfed her entire member in one swallow and then slipped her tongue out between her own lip and Chas’s cock, the wet muscle teasing her balls. Though the cock was already in her throat, Xayara swallowed repeatedly, the suction making Chas…

“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” she panted. “You good girl, you’re making me—oooh,” she moaned when Xayara pulled away, lying back on her bedroll. She bit her lip in frustration.

“You want to cum, you earn it,” Xayara said, stretching out languidly so Chas could see all of her.

“Oh, I will,” the human said, descending on her lover.

Xayara tried to kiss her, but Chas seemed more interested in wrestling. Easily the better fighter, she had Xayara pinned on her belly in seconds, straddling her waist.

“If you want to play,” said Chas, “we’ll play.” Xayara felt the hard, sticky cock pressing against her lower back, and then Chas started fingering her.

Xayara squirmed and twisted, only managing to see that Chas was reaching behind her one-handed, but unable to heave the stronger, heavier woman off. Her breathing became a little uneven; for a woman without a cock, Chas was very good at fingering a pussy.

As she writhed, the albino reached forward with her free hand, happily groping one tit. Xayara groaned, hen whimpered as Chas twisted her nipple using the ring. “Who’s my bitch?” she said.

“Me,” Xayara whispered, then hissed when Chas twisted her nipple harder as her fingers slid deeper into the drow’s wet pussy.

“Who is?” the ranger said, more loudly.

“I’m your bitch!” Xayara cooed.

“What does my bitch want?” asked Chas.

“Cock,” Xayara moaned, as Chas’s fingers wriggled inside her. “I want cock!”

“Beg for it,” Chas hissed.

“Please…uhh…please, Chas, fuck me,” said the drow in her huskiest voice.

“Call that begging?” asked the albino, two fingers almost to the third knuckle in Xayara’s pussy.

“Please fuck your bitch like the whore she is,” groaned the drow, trying to rock her hips back and fuck her lover’s fingers; it didn’t really work. “Please, oh please, oh please,” she murmured, over and over.

“I suppose that will do,” mused Chas, getting off her even as her fingers kept up their invasion.

“Thank you,” Xayara whispered. “Oh, thank y—ah!”

Chas had pulled her fingers out, only to slap Xayara’s pussy. “Get that ass in the air where it belongs, slut,” she sneered.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Xayara said, obeying. Chas slid her cock over Xayara’s soaked labia, and she feared more teasing, but the ranger’s breathing was rather short, and she slipped her big cock into Xayara’s waiting hole a moment later.

“Ohhh,” Xayara moaned as Chas sank deep inside her. Almost reluctantly, Chas stopped, grasping the drow’s slim waist and thrusting. She started cautiously, her cock throbbing inside Xayara’s fucktunnel, but soon sped up, hips pumping.

Xayara mewled, the sound mated with Chas’s low groan. She wasn’t certain what was hotter; the fucking or the fully-functional cock belonging to a woman. As Chas added power to her thrusts, she decided it was the fucking.

The ranger pounded her like she was born with a cock, lacking the awkward rhythm Xayara had experienced when most women used a strap-on. Then again, it was hardly a strap-on; it being real, her being able to really feel it, doubtless helped.

“Take it,” Chas panted. Xayara felt sweat dripping off the pale ranger’s massive breasts onto her back. “Take it, whore! Take my cock!”

“Yes,” Xayara groaned. “Thank you for your cock! I love it!”

“How much do you love it?” Chas snarled. When Xayara slid a hand between her legs, Chas grabbed it, then the other, twisting the drow’s arms behind her and holding her wrists at the small of her back, one-handed. “Not enough, looks like,” she said, slowing.

“No, no, I love it, I love your cock,” Xayara said, insistent.

“How much?”

“I…need it. I need your big cock in me…” the drow whispered, feeling deliciously like the whore she was.

“Do you love my cock enough to cum on it?” Chas said, speeding back up, her free hand fondly rubbing Xayara’s belly.

“Yes, yes, just…just…” She hesitated. “Just rub my clit and I’ll cum on it, I promise.” Chas slowed. “Just a bit! Just rub it a bit with your beautiful cock, then fuck me with it. I’ll cum, I promise.”

“Hmm….” It was out of character, but Xayara was heartened that Chas sounded more curious than anything.

“Please, just a bit,” she breathed again, “I prom—ooohhh!”

Chas was doing it, sliding her cock back and forth over Xayara’s clitty, cocksawing, as Xayara called it. Xayara could feel the moment bearing down on her. “Now,” she moaned, “…fuck me! Now!”

Chas hesitated, apparently caught off guard, but recovered and shifted her cock back to Xayara’s already-quivering fuckhole. As she pounded their hips together, Chas gasped.

Xayara knew why. “Fuck yeah!” she screamed, cunt clenching hard around Chas’s cock. The albino buried herself to the balls inside Xayara’s pussy, riding out the orgasm deep within her.

When it passed, and Chas began to pump her hips again, Xayara reached back, a hand on the white woman’s abdomen. “No, wait…” As Chas slowed back down, Xayara turned onto her side, one leg pointing up, the foot beside her lover’s face. Amused, Chas glanced down. “I’ve never been titfucked by a leg before,” she said. Xayara’s calf was nestled firmly in the channel between her heavy tits.

“Nor I, but those are just about the best tits I’ve ever seen. I’d love a cock like yours, so I could really fuck them,” Xayara said.

“A cock like this?” asked Chas, withdrawing and then slamming home in a second.

“Y-yes,” Xayara moaned.

“You want a cock like this?” said the ranger, offering a single thrust once more.

“I want, yes, I want…”

“Then! Why! Don’t! You! Take! It!” she growled, punctuating every word with a stab from her member. She kept that pace, a firm, powerful thrusting at a brist but not fast speed.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll take it! Give it! Give it to me!” Xayara cried.

Chas grasped her lover’s thigh, stroking the inside of the limb trapped between her breasts as she slammed into Xayara. The drow’s other leg was between the albino’s the sparsely-haired balls swinging, sliding along Xayara’s smooth inner thigh.

“Take it!” hissed Chas.

“Fuck me,” moaned Xayara in turn.

But aside from that, they set aside talking. Banter wasn’t needed, just a cock inside a cunt. With the new position, Chas was able to force herself inside Xayara’s cunt to the hilt.

The albino displayed impressive stamina, keeping the difficult pace steady. It seemed to be taking some effect, though—or perhaps she just didn’t care anymore—as she didn’t protest when Xayara started rubbing her pussy, paying particular attention to her pierced clit.

“Oh…oh, here we go,” Xayara groaned.

“You’re gonna cum?” Chas panted.

The drow smiled. “You like it when I cum, don’t you?”

Chas’s expression was fervent as she said, “I love it when you cum.”

“Keep it up, then,” Xayara breathed. “You’ll get your…oh, there—there it is…” She bit her lower lip, bucking hard against Chas’s crotch. The albino woman made sexy little noises as Xayara’s pussy quaked on the end of her shaft.

Then Xayara started to really go off, twisting and squirming, thrusting her hips hard against Chas’s reflexively. The ranger seemed to decide to just ride it out, letting her buck and thrash and enjoying it, stroking her side fondly as she twitched.

When she finished, Xayara paused to catch her breath, then started to move against Chas again. Chas stopped her this time, by clutching her leg tighter. “Well, actually, I want…” She rolled Xayara onto her back.

The drow arched on white eyebrow. “You’re not going all romantic on me, are you?” she asked.

“Maybe a little,” Chas panted, sliding deeper, then leaning down to kiss her lover. Xayara’s tongue played with Chas’s, even as the taller woman pumped between her legs. She was very aware of the ranger’s enormous breasts, crushed against hers in their embrace, nipples rubbing lightly over each other.

“Ohhh,” Chas sighed when the kiss ended. “I can’t believe how good that feels.”

“Like my rings, do you?”

“I don’t know what tit is, but having them against me…I feel like I could cum just from that.”

Xayara’s famously wicked grin spread across her face. “Let’s put that to a test, shall we?” Abruptly, her legs locked Chas inside her, balls deep. Though they weren’t really powerful in comparison with the ranger, she knew how to do more with her muscles, especially in situations like this. And even though she was certain Chas was stronger than her, she knew the albino wouldn’t be able to break free.

“Sit up a bit,” she said, and when Chas obliged purred, “That’s perfect.” She took the pale woman’s enormous tits in hand and went to work. She lick, sucked, kissed, nibbled, squeezed, stroked, scratched, and even nuzzled, from underside to cleavage to nipple.

“Oh…oh g-oh!” whispered Chas. To tried to fuck Xayara, but found herself locked in too tight, only able to rock her hips as she gasped and sighed. The drow moaned happily at the motion, but was fully in control. “You evil…you filthy…oh, Xayara,” Chas cooed, cursing and praising her at the same time.

“Your tits,” Xayara said, “are just about the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” The words were somewhat muffled by her mouthful of breast flesh, but she was fairly certain Chas got the point.

“Ahh…oh my…Xayara, I…” Xayara was impressed. Aside from having truly amazing tits, they were also probably the most sensitive she’d ever played with since her own had first started growing. “I…I…” Abruptly, Chas froze, her face screwed up in some kind of grimace, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut. She gasped a few times, sharply, hips grinding against Xayara’s, then slumped, Xayara holding her close, rubbing her sweaty back.

“Did you cum?” Xayara whispered.

“Little bit,” Chas moaned back.

“I didn’t feel it in me.”

“And I’m still hard.”

That I feel,” Xayara said, her voice a bit ragged.

“Maybe it’s because it was in my tits,” said the albino. “That’s never happened before.”

“I’m over a hundred and I’ve had two orgasms from that sort of thing. They’re rare.” She smirked. “Now, since you’re still hard, you’d better start fucking me.”

Grinning, Chas started to do just that. “Impatient little whore.” She started slow, and didn’t speed up much, content to slide gently in and out. Xayara was content to let her.

They kissed again, Chas’s tits, still wet with spit, rubbing against Xayara’s again. The pleasing, gentle pace played right into Xayara’s hands; she found Chas to be a fine kisser but unable to match her for tongue acrobatics.

“Oh,” Xayara whimpered, as they took a break from their liplock. “You’re so big.”

“Thank you,” Chas panted, thrusting more vigorously, her cock pulling out further each time before slamming back deep inside.

“It’s not fair,” the drow grunted out as the albino picked up her pace. “Why does a gorgeous bitch get such a big beautiful prick?” Chas blushed a bit, and didn’t answer. “Oh, you delightful tramp!” she gasped, as the cock started to smack against her sweet spot.

However, the pace was to her advantage. Before she could lose it, she coaxed Chas to give it to her at a different angle. Then, she started stroking her lover’s cock with her cunt muscles, causing Chas to pant, “Clever slut.”

“Shut up,” Xayara said, and kissed Chas to emphasize her point.

This time when their lips parted, Xayara kept Chas held close against her, murmuring encouragement even as she mauled Chas’s cock with muscles nearly as flexible, or so it seemed, as her tongue. “Faster, now,” she moaned, stroking Chas’s hair, crying out as the albino obliged.

“Xayara, I…I’m going to…” Chas’s voice and breathing were ragged.

“I know, baby, I feel it.” She gently altered the pale woman’s stance so she was fucking at a particular angle again… “Now, right there, just like that…” She hissed loudly, then bit her lip. “Faster, love, please…”

They were fucking each other almost in desperation now, Chas’s cock hammering at that tender spot inside Xayara, causing her fuckhole to tremble as an orgasm bore down on her relentlessly. The muscles of her quim, almost vibrating, and Xayara’s own masterful caressing, were pushing Chas on, but at the same time, she was keeping the albino from going off too soon.

“Mm…uh-ahhh…” Xayara pressed her lips together and held on as long as she could, but the repeated hammering into her most sensitive area was just too much. “Chas,” she gasped as she came, her cunny erupting, splashing nectar onto the ranger’s cock and balls.

Chas herself cried out, somehow managing despite the vicelike grip of Xayara’s cunt to maintain her pace, each thrust hammering into the tender spot, though she didn’t know it, each thrust sending another ecstatic thrill through Xayara’s body, coaxing another squirt.

And finally, not certain even she could take much more, Xayara once again tightened her legs to keep Chas buried deep inside her. The ranger, driven over the edge by Xayara’s molten cunt, erupted. Even through her own pleasure, the drow could feel the hot cum filling her up.

The two of them held their embrace, flesh remaining bound, muscles rigid, for a long while. But eventually the last echoes died away, and they slumped. After a time, they stirred.

“That,” Chas said, “was the best sex I’ve had in years.” At Xayara’s expression, she added, “Possibly ever.”

“You were wonderful,” Xayara said, and kissed her. They cuddled close, too exhausted for anything else and simply content with each other. Then, Xayara started. “Shouldn’t we have someone on watch?”

Chas waved a careless hand. “The wolves will do it. They’ve been with me before when I’ve slept with my wards. They know what to do.”

Xayara barked out a laugh. “I’m your ward now?”

Looking a bit embarrassed, Chas said, “Well, I’m protecting you.”

The drow’s smiled turned warm. “That you are. I’m sorry for mocking you, my champion,” she said, and kissed her albino again.

Holding Xayara close, the drow’s forehead on her chin, Chas said, in a voice that quivered so faintly only an elf could have heard it, “Do you want to know what I am?”

“Aside from my lover?” Xayara said. “Whatever else you may be will keep for now.” She closed her eyes. “Sleep well.”

“Sweet dreams,” said Chas.

Xayara nodded off first.


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A bit more /d/-ish material. And a looooot of talking.

Chapter 3: Mind and Body

Sex: H/F (impl), M/M/F (beast, oral)

“I’m not a woman.”

Chas had spoken out of nowhere as they broke camp. Xayara turned to look at “her” curiously. “I’d guessed that for myself, thanks.”

“I mean, I wasn’t born a woman.” “She” took a breath, as if to steady herself, then said quickly, “I’m a man.”

“You almost had me fooled. I’m not surprised, though.” The bigger of the two wolves padded up beside her, claws clicking on the stone. She scratched him behind the ears.

“You’re not?” said Chas. It was hard to tell if he sounded more skeptical or embarrassed.

“Fine as they can be, tits don’t make a woman.” She smiled as the wolf licked her hand. “I didn’t know you were a man, but I knew that right now, at least, you’re not a woman.” She shrugged. “Whether you were at another time…”

“I wasn’t,” he said. “But when I first came here, I…never mind. Either way, I was enough of a laughingstock after she got done with me without people knowing I still had a dick that I wasn’t able to make money there. So I went to Niarlarnen.”

“And I got two years of pent-up sexual frustration just for me,” Xayara said delightedly. She put a mock-thoughtful look on her face. “Of course, now that’s been released, you won’t be nearly as much fun.”

“Says you,” he said, coming up behind her and squeezing her ass. She only smiled at him.

“Shall we?” she said.

“I suppose we’ve wasted enough time,” he sighed. She didn’t bother to correct him—she hadn’t meant traveling. Apparently he had lost a bit of that energy. Or else he was a bit obtuse.

They didn’t go as far that day, mainly because the wolves seemed tired. She didn’t blame them; true to Chas’s word, they had kept watch during the whole night. Whether smarter or better-trained than most animals, she didn’t know. But she noticed they seemed more affectionate when they were sleepy. Perhaps their guard was down, or maybe they’d gotten used to her, or perhaps because they had figured out that she and Chas were closer now.

Figured out… She was amused at her ascribing of sentient traits to animals. Probably they had just smelled the sex, and the two of them all over each other, and were just being more respectful towards their master’s mate.

Still, when they stopped, the two of them would curl up against either her or Chas and nap.

Chas called a halt after they found a small, clean stream. The wolves, seeming to understand traveling was done for the day, lay down next to Xayara as soon as she sat down. She smiled and scratched their heads affectionately.

“They seem to like you,” said Chas.

“Oh, they’re just used to me,” Xayara said dismissively. One of them licked her hand.

“They’re used to me,” said Chas, “but they’ve never licked my hand.”

“Really?” Xayara looked at them again, then shrugged. “Maybe they just needed a woman’s touch.” And then, being her, she immediately found her thoughts traveling down a path they probably shouldn’t have…but, well, was a wolf so different from a rothé?

“Funny,” said Chas, at least one of the implications quite clear to him.

“So why do you look like that?” Xayara asked.

“A wizard did it,” Chas said. At the drow’s expression, the ranger added, “Or a mage. Or a priest. I crossed one not long after coming to the Underdark. He, or she, or they made me into a woman, but let me keep my cock.”

“But why such a lovely specimen of woman?” she said.

“Probably so I’d attract more attention. And, because of my dick, be unwilling to act on it,” he said. “At least, it would make things more of a hassle. But also—I don’t know if you noticed, but drow women? Tend to go both ways. And they’re very aggressive.” He shook his head. “I’ve known elf women from the surface, and I thought they were free. When it comes to bisexuality and aggression, they have nothing on drow.”

She smirked. “Yet you never gave in?”

“Never.”

“But why not? I’m certain you would have found someone with tastes like mine. We are a perverse group,” she noted. “Hell, you might have even found some who were really into it.”

Chas shrugged, actually blushing a bit. “Pride, I suppose,” he said. “Knowing that they only cared about my looks.”

“Welcome to womanhood,” Xayara said. “You’d be surprised, when someone’s just looking for sex, how much that matters,” she added, deadpan.

“You!” he said, throwing a small stone near to hand at her when he caught the sarcasm. “I only meant that they aren’t actually attracted to my looks, just those that were forced on to me.”

“Still, you’re complaining? They’re very fine looks. I wouldn’t mind them, though I’d feel terribly pale. I would expect you spent the first few days looking in a mirror and playing with your boobs.”

“I take offense to that,” Chas said coolly. Xayara nodded and raised a hand to forestall further protest by way of apology. After a moment of awkward silence, he said, “It was a week. Then the novelty wore off and I started considering disadvantages.” Xayara laughed, and didn’t ask to him to elaborate. Fairly well-endowed herself, at least as elves went, she was all too aware of those disadvantages. “You want to know the weird part? I’d be a very lucky woman. I never comb my hair with anything but fingers, and it never gets tangled or snagged. My tits get in the way, but they’re firm enough they don’t flop all over the place in a fight, which you wouldn’t think to look at them. I’m definitely too strong for the muscles I’ve been given. My teeth are almost perfect. I wash in plain cold water, and I end up perfectly clean and smelling fine.”

“Oh, poor you,” she said, trying not to laugh.

He shuddered. “You have no idea,” he said. “I think whoever made me like this wanted my life to be easy. Maybe they didn’t want to be bothered by me trying to force them to put me back, so they made it so I wouldn’t want to go back if I stayed this way long enough.” A rather nervous expression furrowed his beautiful features. “And I think it’s starting to take.”

“That’s just because you’ve figured out you can get laid like this,” Xayara said.

“Well, it probably has something to do with you being the one laying me,” he replied.

He looked like he expected her to say something like “Flatterer.” Partly because of that, she didn’t, only offering him a smile. After a moment, he seemed surprised. “I never said I was humble,” she said with a certain lack of shame.

“I never said I wanted you to be,” he said.

Her smile turned wicked. She crawled towards him on all fours. “Someone likes cunt,” she said, and kissed him.


She woke up first—she usually did, and that became almost always when she fucked men. Judging by the fire, they hadn’t had a full sleep yet. Of course, elves didn’t require as much sleep as humans did. They could use the extra rest, but they didn’t need it.

She smiled at the odd feel of a pair of big tits pressed against her back and a thick if soft cock pushed up between her ass. It turned out he really did like cunt—he hadn’t fucked her in the ass. She wondered if he was because she knew he was really a man. Plenty of men liked fucking her ass, or female ass in general, but they weren’t in the bodies of women at the time. She supposed someone in that situation might reason being a man looking like a woman fucking a woman in the ass was only one step away from both of them being men looking like a woman, meaning he was really having sex with a man.

If that was the reason, his insecurity, while denying her a pleasure, was adorable.

She stirred in his arms, sitting up to see if anything required her attention. The wolves were still on guard, and Xayara was impressed. Chas might have thought that wolves didn’t need names, but Xayara figured that anyone who could respond to commands deserved something.

“Hey, you,” she said. Not very original, but it did get the attention of the smaller wolf, the one she was calling for. She had no idea how they’d figured that one out.

Feeling somewhat foolish, she beckoned and spoke to the animal the way she’d seen others talk with their pets, though she tried not to sound quite as foolish. She spoke as though to a slow person, not necessarily a child, avoiding high-pitched voices or a condescending tone. He seemed to not be confused, but merely indecisive, before coming to her.

She saw, close-to in the dim light, that he wasn’t iron-grey all over, as she’d thought. There were patches of lighter and darker. Over one eye was a spot so dark she was surprised she hadn’t seen it. She stroked his side, which he seemed to like, and she could feel the lean, efficient muscles under the fur and skin. This was no pet, she knew. It followed Chas because, for whatever reason, it wanted to.

She licked her lips even as she rolled her eyes. She hadn’t been mistaken before: she found the wolf’s savage power, its controlled wildness, exciting. She’d seen enough different animals mate, and been with enough, to easily imagine how this creature would—mount her while she was on all fours, perhaps clasp tight to her with his forelegs, his hips delivering short, quick, but powerful thrusts into her…

Her tongue darted out of her mouth again, her stroking of the animal becoming more vigorous, more intimate, traveling down his sides and caressing his belly. He made a little whine, but otherwise didn’t react…and then she saw his cock sliding out of its sheath. It was bright reddish-pink, smooth and glistening, and it quickly rivaled Chas for size as it swelled. She saw a bit of a fleshy bulge and the base, and wondered briefly at its purpose.

Then the tip became to drip clear fluid—precum or lube or both, she didn’t know which. She paused, hesitant for once. There was the other wolf to stand guard, though, and it would cruel of her to get him hard then not relieve him.

Cautiously, she began to stroke his prick. He closed his eyes, seeming happy, so she leaned in and kissed it, then licked. It tasted odd, but not bad. She continued to suck his cock a while, because he seemed to like it and she was enjoying herself, but stopped well before it became too late, swallowing the precum.

He seemed rather put out by that, but she refused to start again, instead crouching on all fours beside him. She had to shift so she was beside him a number of times, as he continued to try presenting his cock to her face, until she began to gesture at her haunches. He investigated them, nuzzling and licking, making her giggle and moan.

Finally, he raised himself up, settling his not-inconsiderable weight on her back and then sliding forward. She braced herself, but was still shocked.

Almost from the moment he entered her, he was fucking at what she imagined had to be his fastest speed. She took shuddering breaths as his cock pounded at her fuckhole, the savagery of his lusts overwhelming her. She had to fight not to be bowled over, to stay quiet as his big cock brutalized her cunt.

It was even better than she’d imagined. She had rarely been so forcefully taken, and rarely were men with such big cocks so energetic. His stamina was incredible; he showed no signs of slowing, seemingly determined to keep his vicious pace the whole time.

The thrusts were so powerful, they made her tits, usually too firm to do much more than bounce, shake and ripple almost violently. She could feel her cunt begin to drip, though she didn’t know if that was her own juices or his precum overflowing inside her.

His paws were wrapped around her, his claws scraping her belly, but with the vigor of his humping he had to continually shift his forelegs, so they scratched at her boobs. She hissed, but didn’t bother struggling—it was a nice bit of pain. It was sporadic at best, though, so she took a ring in hand began to pinch and twist one of her nipples. If she’d been capable of anything but wanting his big cock hammering at her quim, she would have been amused that fucking an animal wasn’t so kinky that she couldn’t stand a little pain. The beast licked at her face and nipped her ear, not unlike the kisses and bites she was fond of, and she managed to wonder if he hadn’t done something like this with a woman before.

Her pussy began to spasm, and she didn’t fight it, pressing her lips together so hard to hold in the shrieks she could feel her jaw trembling. She shook underneath him, trying to keep still so she wouldn’t disrupt his rhythm; he was still giving it to her at that wicked but steady pace.

Shortly after her orgasm faded and she gasped as she managed to breathe again, she noticed stinging slaps against her pussy from something—and it didn’t feel like his balls. As flexible as she was, though, she couldn’t contort her body enough to see what was going on—not without disrupting the marveling reaming he was giving her. But she bit her lower lip nervously; the force of the smacking was beginning to sting. Not so much she didn’t like it, but if it got much harder it was conceivable…

That worry was driven out of her as, a moment later, the knob was driven into her. She was stunned; the thing was as thick as a rothé’s cock, or near enough it made no difference. She could no longer contain her cries, the fleshy bulb locked inside her, straining her, the thrusts by necessity becoming shorter but faster and more violent still. And now, as the bulge abused her innards, his balls smacked her pubic mound from the outside. Even with the jolt of pain, she couldn’t help but climax, juices gushing over him.

Her eruption was lengthened by a flood of hot new fluid into her womb. Her sensitive, well-trained pussy could tell it was hotter, even that it was thicker than the stuff already inside her. She exulted in the knowledge of her orgasm causing his.

He stopped a few moments later, seeming well pleased, and she couldn’t blame him—there’d been a lot of his cum. But when he tried to pull away, she squeaked in protest—the knob was still swollen, and unlike entering, it was not made to exit. She grabbed his forelegs to keep him from pulling away…and then had a marvelous idea.

She squeezed her pussy around him and began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly. It felt good, and she groaned as she began to fuck the bulb more vigorously. She actually strained to pull herself off his cock, enjoying the sensation of her cunt lips stretching further.

Though his cock was soft by now, he instinctively pumped her cunny when he felt her fucking back against him. She urged him on, reaching up to pat his neck and groan, “Good boy, there’s a good boy…” She felt the mass of hard flesh begin to soften and shrink itself, and so fucked him harder still.

As it turned out, the diminished knob popping out of her fuckhole was what pushed her over. Cock still dripping his own cum, he gave her clenching, squirting cunt a lick, then wandered back to guard duty. She writhed, whimpering and moaning with her ass in the air.

A long moment later, she raised herself up, brushing hair from her sweaty face and trying to steady her breathing. Then, she yelped in surprised as she was mounted again, the other wolf apparently deciding it was his turn. The brusque, rapid slamming of his cock inside her—she thought it was even bigger than the first—and the surprise of the assault forced her to cum in seconds.

She couldn’t recover after that, and the wolf brought her to orgasm twice more before even ramming the bulge at the base of his throbbing cock into her. The rough pounding set her off again, and the feel of his jism being emptied into her made her spasm yet again.

She was far too drained by the time that was over to bring herself off with the knot, and with her earlier lovemaking with Chas, she’d had quite enough orgasms for a while. Of course, she reflected as his deflated bulb popped out of her several minutes later, I’ll probably be horny again before the cum dries.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry about that. She curled up with Chas again and was asleep before the wolves’ splooge had even cooled.


The next morning, Chas eyed her as she came back from bathing. “You were a bit of a mess,” said Chas when she sat down to eat. “I don’t think I came that much.”

Xayara thought about how to answer for a moment, but saw no reason to hide the truth. “I got to know the wolves last night.”

Chas ate silently for a while. “I see.”

She decided to try a little humor. “You aren’t jealous, are you?”

He snorted, despite his anger—and he was angry, she could see. He kept a reign on it, though, as he said, “Not at all. But I’m wondering at the…prudence, for lack of a better term, of mating with an animal.

She laughed. You know, I think you’re a little outclassed, here. There are two ways you can take this debate, and I can win it either way.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning I’m smarter than you.” She was amused at how he was beautiful even when he was angry at being insulted. “I’m not saying you’re stupid by any means,” she said. “And you’re certainly better-versed than I in survival, just for a start. But if we’re getting into sexual ethics, I’m going to win any debate so handily you might as well give in right now.”

He looked equal parts skeptical, amused, and intrigued. Then, he said, “All right, you win.” She blinked, hoping he didn’t catch her surprise. She was quite confident she’d have won, of course, but it had been only an opening sally, to shake his confidence. Thankfully, rather than wait for her response, he continued, with no small amount of dryness. “Wow! How did you do it?”

“Hmm?” She feigned boredom, feeling not a little unnerved that she for once didn’t know where a conversation was headed.

“How did you beat me?”

“Ah, that,” she said, as if reminded of something from months ago. “Well, of course, you had two real options of protest: that I abused an animal, or that I took advantage of a creature with real emotions.”

“Of course,” he said easily.

“Let’s say you went with animal abuse. Do you eat meat?”

“Yes.”

“And you put the wolves to work hunting it, and guard duty.”

“Yes.” To her surprise, he didn’t say it grudgingly.

“So you treat animals as servants—they don’t understand that. They obey because they’re loyal, because they’re trained. How is this different from having them fuck you?” He shrugged. “And this is them fucking you—or, more accurately, me—not you fucking them. It’s not like they’re sitting there taking it, out of loyalty.”

“Interesting…” he said, and to her surprise, he sounded like he actually meant it.

“I assume we don’t even need to bring eating them into the equation,” she added.

“Naturally.”

“Right. So, you agree: the animal abuse argument is, in some situations, including the one I was in, not useful.” He nodded. “That leaves violating a being with feelings. Interestingly, a lot of the same arguments apply, but we’ll skip them. I trust you have the memory to handle that.”

“You’re so trusting.”

“Hush. Now, even if they aren’t what you’d call intelligent, your wolves are adults, and perfectly capable of making their own decisions—and defending themselves.” She smiled. “Have they been in a real fight, or do they just hunt?”

“Saved my life at least once,” he said. He seemed a little annoyed, as though he wanted to argue the point about a hunt not being a real fight.

“Then you’ll take it as a given that fragile little me couldn’t have forced them to give up a chew toy, let alone fuck me?”

“Heh.”

“Can you imagine me intimidating them?” she asked.

He smirked as he said, “I have a feeling you could intimidate a lot of people.”

“Only sexually. Everyone fears the insatiable pleasure juggernaut disguised as my pussy.” Almost too perfectly timed, the one with the markings over his eyes, the one who first fucked her, walked up and nuzzled her, licking her face. She giggled, rather girlishly. Affectionate animals had a way of doing that to her. When they weren’t fucking her senseless, of course. “Except you,” she said, nuzzling him back and scratching under his chin. “My pussy doesn’t scare you, does it?”

“That’s because he’s a dog,” Chas said.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“It’s a surface thing. Cats and…” He paused, then shrugged. “Never mind.”

She looked at him as though he were even stranger than he was, then said, “All right. If I can’t intimidate them, and didn’t force them, what’s left?” Before he could answer, she did so herself. “Persuasion, or trickery. To be fair, I did blow this well-hung fellow,” she said, stroking the first one’s head, “but at no point did he try to drive me off. And he mounted me after a little direction. The second had his way with me as soon as the first was done, so no ambiguity there.” She smiled. “Just a couple of very find studs and one horny bitch.” She said the last word, a word that meant literally “female dog”, but had a lot of sexual connotations colloquially as well, in the trade tongue of the surface he was teaching her. He’d taught her that specific word not two days previous. “So. Nothing morally improper. They weren’t coerced, and they weren’t abused. I win.”

“I suppose,” he said, handing her a bowl of stew. “Though my main point of contention was that I find the idea kind of gross.”

She paused with the spoon halfway to her lips, and sighed. “Could you pass the…puh-pry-kah?” she said, sounding out the word.

Paprika,” he corrected her. “Why, not spicy enough for your jaded tongue?”

She shook her head. “Everyone knows that without enough…pah-pree-kah, it’s just not proper foot-in-mouth stew.”

He snorted. “Be careful. It’s an awful lot of foot-in-mouth for that little bottle,” he said, as she sprinkled a bit on. Then, he giggled, rather like a woman—which was only fair, as he still had a woman’s voice, as well as most of a woman’s form—when she put a spoonful in her mouth. When she looked at him askance, he said, “That tickles.” At her blank look, he said, “Well, it was such a big order; I had to put my feet into too.”

She rolled her eyes, finishing in silence as he packed. He’d eaten while she talked, and while she didn’t want to seem lazy she was feeling a bit resentful, unreasonable as it was, at his letting her make a fool of herself.

He noticed her taking her time with the stew. “Should I prepare the lobster or the quail for dinner tonight, Mistress?” he said, mock-obsequious.

She finished and handed him the bowl. He glared at her. She didn’t know what quail was, but assumed it was some sort of delicacy, to be grouped with lobster—one of her favorites. “Well, I hired you to guide me. If you can guide us to places with either, I’d prefer one with lobster.”

He snorted as they went on their way. They made good time, for their late start; the terrain was easier in these tunnels.

But, shortly after their midday meal, Chas stopped. They’d entered a massive cavern, large enough to be an arena, if you added some severe stonework. “I don’t remember this place,” he said.

“It’s been a few years,” Xayara said. “If you haven’t been back…” But even that was doubtful. Forgetting a few hidden holes here and there, but this chamber was memorable on size alone, and as she looked closer she could see a number of rock formations that were unique. Even if he had forgotten it—unlikely—he would probably have remembered upon seeing it. She guessed it would have been a landmark for cavers in the area.

“No, I mean…” He reached into a scroll case on his belt and showed her a map. “This place isn’t on here. You see?” He pointed at two places. “We were here last night. There’s nothing quite like this anywhere on the path to the surface, and nothing even remotely like it for a few days’ walk. And I don’t remember it. Which is bad.”

“I’d kind of guessed that.” She fidgeted. “Any ideas?”

“None that inspire confidence,” he said.

“That’s more than I have. Let’s hear them.”

“We can go back, or we can experiment.”

“Huh.” She chewed her lip. “Experiment?”

“We check all the tunnels. If one seems familiar to me, we take it. If not…we pick one.”

“You were right.”

“Hm?”

“Those don’t really inspire confidence.”

“Well, like you said, you didn’t have any better ideas.” He paused. “Unless you just got one?”

She didn’t, so they tried it out. There were a over a dozen tunnels leading into the chamber, including few that were obviously dead ends, and one that, according to Chas, would have come out through another tunnel entrance in the cavern. He told her he could tell because of the sound, and when she listened she found he was right. She began to prepare herself for their having to pick at random—or even go back—as they’d nearly made a complete circle. He stopped, though, at the last tunnel.

“I think this is the way,” he said, slowly.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No, no. It definitely feels familiar.” He stared into the cave, then nodded. “This is the way. Or I’m crazy, meaning most of this trip we’ve been going the wrong way.”

“My confidence in your judgment is unassailable,” she said dryly.

“Come on,” he said.

The next brief while was uneventful—until she noticed the wolves seemed worried. The first one she’d mated with, and whom she’d started to think of as Patches—was staying close to her, so much so she often found herself stumbling when he bumped into her. When she stroked his shoulders, hoping to soothe him, she found the muscles were rock hard from tension.

“Chas,” she said, slowly. It wasn’t that animals necessarily knew things she didn’t, but their senses—particularly their ears and noses—tended to be markedly keener.

“I know,” he said. “This isn’t the right way.”

“You’re certain?” she said after a moment of fighting panic. It was all right. There hadn’t been any branches in the tunnel yet. They could find their way back to the cavern.

“It feels familiar, but I’m not actually recognizing anything.” He shook his head. “And I have some ideas why. Nothing that really inspires confidence.”

“Such as?” she asked. There was no response, but a moment later there was a grunt and a heavy thud. “Chas?” she said as she turned back, to see him sprawled on the ground. The wolf that had pressed close to him was attacking a tall, alien-looking being, but somehow was unable to close with it.

There was a noise without sound, a silent and invisible explosion, and with a yelp the wolf crumpled to the ground, twitching once and falling still. Snarling drew her attention behind her, and she saw Patches attacking another of the beings, one that had been sneaking up behind her. Then, almost casually, he was felled; she winced as she felt another of the blows-that-were-not-blows, making her joints ache for an instant.

Looking closer now, or perhaps they were no longer hiding, she saw a half dozen of them, gliding towards her. Then, there was another of those noiseless eruptions of air. A burst of agony, like someone had opened her skull and punched her in the brain directly, crackled through her nerves.

She was suddenly her back, somehow. Despite the pain, she was able to make a crude joke about this, if only in her mind. She felt a terrible sense of confusion, which was not helped by the fact that she knew it wasn’t her feeling it.

There was another blow to her brain, and she knew nothing.


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Post Re: The Misadventures Of Xayara Xex (Chapter 3, part 1!)
Gettin' more /d/ish.

Sex: F (mast, voy, extr), H/H (impl, oral), F/A (extr, tent, TP)

The world came back gradually. She didn’t know how long she’d been out, only that I had been a slumber so deep she hadn’t dreamed. First came the cold airiness of being naked, then the stiff ache of lying on a hard floor for some time, the sterile smell of something that was kept clean out of necessity, and finally almost total silence. She sat up slowly. The light was so dim that it might as well have been nonexistent, but drow could see in pure blackness.

“Xayara?” said Chas’s voice.

The whore looked over to see Chas sitting very still, very quietly, in one corner of the room, as naked as she was. He wasn’t looking at her. Likely, stripped and blind, he was feeling very vulnerable. “Yes, I’m here.”

“Can you see?” he asked, with a voice that was far too calm, considering how nervous he looked.

“Yes. We’re alone,” she said.

She saw him relax slightly. “Where are we?”

She took a closer look at the room, but found she needn’t have bothered. It was completely empty, except for them. As she’d noted earlier, it had the dead smell of something kept brutally and efficiently clean, not out of any sort of aesthetic concern for cleanliness. She thought she could see the outline of a door against one wall, a hint of light shining through a hair-thin crack at the bottom. She told him as much.

“Do you remember anything from before you passed out?” he asked. He sounded thoughtful now. She could tell he was trying to put his mind to something other than his actual position.

She described what she’d seen: lean creatures with pale skin, no hair, featureless faces, hands hidden in robes, gliding along as if floating. As her description went on, his expression became more and more grim. “Any ideas?”

His mood was dark enough he didn’t respond with their joke. “Devourers,” he said. At her blank look, he said, “That’s what everyone I’ve talked to calls them. They’re supposed to keep mostly to themselves. Ideal neighbours, except when they occasionally spirit people away and they’re never seen again.”

“How much of that is legend?” she asked.

“Considering we’ve been abducted, stripped naked, and put in a windowless cell, I’d say not too much. They might not eat us—that’s why they’re called devourers,” he added, unnecessarily, “but I don’t see us getting out of here anytime soon.”

“I see,” Xayara said. That was it, then. She leaned back against the wall, letting her mind drift. Idly, a hand slid down between her legs. She stroked her thighs, then her pussy lips, then slipped one finger into herself, murmuring.

He heard it. “Are you…masturbating?” he said, aghast.

“Might as well die happy,” she said, a bit breathlessly.

“We might not die,” he said.

“But there’s nothing we could do to stop it?” she asked, imagining herself kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock into her mouth. “Mmm…”

He didn’t respond, for which she was grateful, as the silence allowed her to fully indulge her fantasy. Moving carefully, he lowered her onto her back, turning so that he could lie across her and lap at her cunt. Only she had a cock now, too, just as beautiful as his. But she still had a pussy, and suddenly, so did “he”, and they were both of them licking and sucking, nibbling and kissing, stroking and fingering…

She squeezed her clit delicately, as they deep throated each other simultaneously.

It was ruined when she heard Chas yelp in fear and surprise. She opened her eyes to see that the door had opened, so quiet even she hadn’t heard it (though…distraction might have helped with that). One of the things that had attacked them stood…or perhaps hovered…in the doorway. Soft and almost soothing blue light filtered into the room through the portal.

“That’s a devourer all right,” Chas said.

She glared at it. It was about halfway between six and seven feet, with no discernible anatomy under its robes, only a pale head reflecting blue-green in the light on top of a thin, gangling neck. Its face was featureless, lacking even nostrils, and its only apparent ears were two small holes on the side of its head. Its eyes, however, were more than a little unnerving, because they were so normal, orbs with a large black dot in the center, irises so pale a blue they would have been invisible if not for their outlines.

“Can you tell it that it interrupted a perfectly good—” she began.

What are you doing? It asked. She felt a sense of curiosity that was not her own insinuate itself at the edges of her thoughts.

“Masturbating,” she said flatly.

What is this?

“It’s…” Nonplussed, she stopped. “Wait, what do you mean?”

What is “mass-tore-bay-shun”? it asked. She abruptly realized it wasn’t communicating through words, but symbols; it didn’t have a symbol for masturbation, and so put symbols into her mind that, together, formed a rebus of the word. What is its purpose?

“Pleasure. When you can’t get someone to do it for you.”

There was a pause, and then it said, Continue.

She shrugged, and considered that she’d performed for larger audiences, though probably not stranger ones. Her hand slid back down between her legs, stroking and teasing. Her eyes eased shut, and after a moment’s hesitation, she went a different way than before, imagining a group of insufferably handsome drow males taking her—mouth, cunt, ass, and tits, rough and gentle, brutal and tender. Though it started one at a time, she wasn’t trying to break records, so they got impatient, taking her two, three, four, even more at a time.

It was generic, but group sex was, if everyone involved was otherwise a normal man or woman, probably her favorite fantasy—and favorite act. She actually preferred a mix, but putting it together took deep thought, to coordinate everyone. She didn’t even bother with “spare” men keeping each other busy while she waited.

She felt a tickling touch in her mind, curiosity apparently getting the better of her voyeur. She was up to three fingers in her pussy by that time, and added a pair in her ass, her palm lightly touching her clit. She started to finger herself more vigorously, trying to act more like a cock—or two—would as they were slammed into her. She was audible now, panting and moaning, and at one point choked off an orgasmic yelp by biting her lower lip. She did not, however, stop. It was an orgasm, but not a climax…

The men were functioning as a well-oiled machine, now. Each time they came, inside her, or on her face or breasts or stomach, or in her mouth, or straight down her throat, they quickly swapped in a fresh man, the one who just came going to the back of a line, already stroking away to get hard for his turn.

A fourth finger found her cunt, and she added a third, then fourth to her ass, as a pair of orcs got a turn with her, and the drow using her mouth got particularly brusque. “Yes,” she moaned, her drooling pussy beginning to clench. She squeezed tight around her fingers with both holes, heightening the pleasure, gasping “Fuck, fuck…”

It was a quiet scream, but still a scream, as she climaxed, pussy gushing over her fingers. She kept it up as long as she could, even though her arms abruptly felt leaden, the muscles screaming at her to stop so they could rest. When she did, the relief was so intense as to nearly be sexual itself. After a long moment she used to catch her breath, she opened her eyes to see the devourer, if devourer it was, writhing in place, swaying like a strange dancer. It shuddered once, then regained control over itself, seemingly weak for a moment before standing up stiff and erect as a…she smiled in amusement at how even her post-coital mind worked.

It didn’t try to communicate further with her, turning to leave. She leaned back against the cold stone wall. Whether reprieve or delay, she didn’t know. But she was still alive.


They were fed and watered some time later by slaves. She had to admit she didn’t know if they were actually slaves, but given that they moved like golems and didn’t respond to attempts at conversation, it seemed a reasonable assumption.

Some time after that, they were let out to relieve themselves. After that was done, they were escorted back to the bleak square chamber, held fast and hit with something that tingled uncomfortably. As they were left there, she realized how clean she felt, sweat and sex juices from her encounter with the creature and the dirt from the road alike gone.

She supposed that it they were eventually eaten, everyone liked their food to be clean.

Their guard or interrogator or whatever it was—she assumed it was the same, as its “voice” “sounded” familiar—came to them again some time later. Why do you masturbate? it asked.

She looked over at Chas. He was in the corner, watching the both of them, but made no move otherwise. “I told you this,” she said carefully.

No. You told me it gives you pleasure.

“Right…”

But mating is pleasureable.

“It is.”

Why then do you not mate?

“Do you mean right now or in general?” she said.

Either. When you are alone, it is understandable. But why then are not creatures such as you mating always?

“As well as why the gods made us mortal,” Xayara said wistfully. Constant, unending fucking…now there was a goal worthy of striving.

I do not understand.

She sighed. “Can’t you just read my mind?”

Doing so is painful for the subject. Beyond that…your mind is…alien to us.

Xayara almost laughed, until she considered strangeness was relative. “Meaning even if you read my mind, causing me great pain at the same time, you wouldn’t understand what you found?”

Some we would. Other concepts are unclear, even with context.

“Hence the interrogation,” she sighed, and wondered how she could even begin to explain it. “All right, then. Why do animals mate?”

To breed, it said, then immediately added, “sounding” as though it had just realized something and was quite proud of itself, and you do not wish offspring.

“True but that’s just part of it. What I meant was, what drives them to breed?”

We do not know, it admitted. We have far more trouble reading animal minds, such as they are, than those of even orcs.

“It’s called instinct. It’s…a feeling you have little control over. Almost none, in the case of animals. When a female animal wants to breed, it exhibits certain signals, and the male responds usually.” She paused. “With people, it’s a little different. We have instincts, but aside from being guided by them, they rarely have any real control. It’s when emotion takes over that they become a problem. People have to be in the right…mood before they let sex get control of them. But more often, they’ll go actively looking for sex. Understand?”

No.

“Well, I wasn’t going to win any awards for teaching anyway,” she muttered. “Okay, try this. What do you eat?”

It paused, then said, Thoughts.

“…huh.”

We are not going to eat your thoughts, it said quickly.

“Yet?” she asked, hoping it couldn’t feel the fear scrabbling inside her, hoping it instead paid attention to the polite disbelief in her voice.

We cannot make use of thoughts we consume except as sustenance, it said.

That didn’t answer her question, but she doubted she would get much more out of it. “All right. So what happens if you don’t get anything to eat for a long time?”

It did not reply for a long moment, before it said with a tone of disquiet, Pain.

“You start to feel the need more readily. You’d do quite a few things, some you’d normally find abhorrent. You might even prefer death to the pain if it got badly enough.” It nodded slowly, acceding the point. “That’s instinct. It works that way for needs. For wants—like sex—it’s more if one is teased but never fulfilled.” She counted herself and her tendency to go into a sort of withdrawal if she didn’t actually have sex once a week and cum once a day as being outside the norm. “So if it gets to be too much, you can—”

Please yourself. It thought a while longer, then said, I would see you masturbate again.

She considered a number of flip responses, wondering all the while if there was any point to picking one when conversing with a telepath. Finally, she settled on, “I’ll bet you would. I have a better idea.” She stood and went to it. “How about you join me?” She counted on its ability to read minds to let her do the next step, and was not disappointed. It let her take a hold on its ropes, open them—but she did not get what she expected.

There was not even a hint of humanoid features outside of its posture. Aside from its head it was composed almost entirely of long, muscled-looking tentacles, twitching and writhing as it fidgeted under her gaze.

It was even better than she had hoped for.

How would we do that? it asked, its puzzlement so strong it briefly disoriented her. We are not sexual.

“I can see that,” she replied. “And you would not be a partner so much as a…participant.” The things it could do with that many limbs, that many long, flexible limbs—the mere thought of it was exciting her to wetness. “Let me show you.”

She directed it to hold her, and while slim, the tentacles were incredibly strong. Only two of its probably two dozen were needed to bear her weight, wrapped around her thighs; two more encircled her waist to keep her upright. “Now, start stroking with a few.”

It obeyed her, not needing to ask what she meant, or how hard. While the handful of limbs supporting her caressed her thighs and belly, a single tentacle teased her cunt lips. It was remarkably proficient, and she guessed it was somehow tapping into her mind to read her wants, and acting accordingly. Another nimble tendril began to tickle at her clit, and four tentacles—one for each breast and each nipple—maneuvered to play with her tits.

Quite deliberately, she considered that very little could make this better than it promised to be, but, for example… And as she’d hoped, ever more limbs lifted to caress her—legs, feet, belly, back, throat, face—and those that already held her wriggled more pleasantly over ebony skin. One tentacle from its head began to stroke at her mouth; in turn, she kissed it, then sucked it into her mouth.

Already she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm within her, but didn’t know if it would let her cum more than once. So she purred, both aloud and in her mind, that she wanted to be truly fucked. It didn’t hesitate, never mind pausing to tease her (which might not have been so bad). Instead, the tendril deftly stroking her cunt immediately plunged into her dripping hole, joined a moment later by two—no, three—of its fellows. They pumped deep into her and withdrew almost all the way, and at the same time wriggled back and forth like racing snakes.

It was intense, a unique kind of pleasure she hadn’t imagined existing, and she started to buck in its grasp, egging it on with mouth and mind. But even that didn’t prepare her for the pair of tentacles that squirmed into her asshole. Or the limbs that stroked her swollen, soaked labia even as her cunt was fucked. Or the devourer lowering itself to the ground, lying underneath her, its tentacles blanketing her, writhing in a well-coordinated mass all over her, fucking, tugging, squeezing, caressing, pale serpents on ebon flesh.

She screamed when she came, her body wracked with a violent orgasm. Her cunt sprayed its juices an impressive distance as the muscles bore down on the tentacles ravishing her womb. In time with her orgasm, the devourer froze for half an instant, and then began to twitch spasmodically, just as energetically as she thrashed in her bonds.

As the tentacle in her mouth fell limp from between her lips, she moaned, “Oh, please don’t stop now!” At her insistence, the creature managed to resume its molestation of her, though almost entirely with those tentacles in her cunt and ass. She panted as she thrust her hips against its questing tentacles vigorously, tits bouncing with the force of her motion.

The devourer’s tentaculous body was still twitching, as though it was having some sort of seizure. In her mind, she heard it plead, I cannot continue this.

“A bit more, I promise, j-just a bit…” she gasped. Gritting her teeth, she freed one hand from its weak grip and started squeezing one of her breasts, then played with her cunt.

The feeling of her own fingers inside her alongside the squirming tendrils was somehow incredibly intense, unique in her experience. Along with the thumb she used to tease her own clit, she figured it wouldn’t be long until…

Inhaling sharply, she started to twitch again. The devourer made odd shrieking sounds beneath her, though she’d never seen a mouth on it, its convulsions becoming more pronounced. The two of them climaxed together, or rather she came, and the then it felt was though her own orgasm echoed within it, and came back at her, bouncing back and forth several times before it died away.

Her cunt gushed, not squirting as far this time, but producing much more juices. The orgasm—or orgasms—weren’t as intense, but more drawn-out and satisfying. There was no debate this time about her “partner” continuing. It seemed quite thoroughly exhausted, and even if it wasn’t, she doubted it could top that.

She crawled off of it to sit against the wall, and as stiffly as boneless limbs could its tentacles raised it back up to its full height. Wordlessly, it turned and left. She stretched, then padded over on all fours to where Chas sat. He’d found her presence comforting even after their captors had started causing the walls to glow with a dim, unearthly light so he could see. He hadn’t said as much, but it was obvious.

“I can’t believe you fucked that…thing,” he said.

“Your cock can,” she replied, patting his stiff member. Perhaps he’d hoped she’d be too tired to notice. In truth, she was a little too drained to do anything but tease him, handling his beautiful cock lightly with her fingers. “You should try it. It was…satisfying.” She wrapped herself around him. She didn’t need a good cuddle after sex, but she preferred someone to hold on to for sleeping—for warmth, comfort, and the promise of an easy fuck if she woke up wanting it. He seemed to get the point, putting his arms loosely around her. “If I’m not awake the next time something happens, wake me up,” she said.

“Define ‘something happens’.”

“They feed us, they bathe us, they show up asking for another demonstration…” she yawned, shifted to get more comfortable, and noticed he’d softened. Maybe he didn’t like cuddling. “…you get a hard-on…”

“I get the picture,” he said. She kissed his neck and closed her eyes.


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Post Re: The Misadventures Of Xayara Xex (Chapter 3, part 2)
Sex: M/F (beast, pie), H/M/F (beast, pie, oral), H/F (oral, anal, cum)

She was shaken awake some time later. Waking up with her head pillowed on a pair of spectacular breasts and looking up into a pale pink eyes, she smiled contentedly.

“They’re here,” he said.

She came awake almost immediately, rolling over to see not one, but three of the creatures. They were almost indistinguishable from each other, but she thought the one she’d fucked was in the middle, standing slightly ahead of the other two.

“Hello,” she said, cheerily. In truth, she was excited by the prospect of three of the creatures engaging her at once. One alone had been…incredible.

We desire to watch you mate, it said.

“Just watch?” she said, allowing herself to sound disappointed. They didn’t react and she considered that their sense of humor could be vastly different from her own. “With whom?” she said.

When last our minds were…linked, said the one in the center-and she was certain this was the one she’d mated with, because she could think of no other reason why a telepathic race would find embarrassment when speaking of telepathy—we saw you had mated with…other creatures. Was this fantasy or reality?

“Depends on the creature,” she said. “Though if you saw anything that should have killed me instead of fucked me, it was probably a fantasy.”

There was a thrumming that wasn’t felt, or heard, but somehow sense otherwise. She’d come to associate it with the creatures using their mental powers when they weren’t speaking to her.

Would this one be fantasy, then? It asked, as a pair of very familiar looking wolves padded in. She smiled as Chas cried out in relief and the wolves darted for him. They burrowed against him affectionately, nuzzling and even licking him.

“Yes, I’ve been with them,” she said, and to her delight found the reaction of one to her voice was no less excited than the sight of his master. He immediately turned his attentions to her, licking her face. “Yes,” she said again, stroking his sides. “You’ve been with me, haven’t you? Had your way? Big stud, yes you are…” He was, she considered, a very beautiful animal….she glanced over at Chas, and saw him shrug a bit.

She began to kiss and stroke his muzzle, her hands shifting to caress his belly and chest. Her fingers found his cock was already starting to slip out of its sheath, and she teased it, whispering wordless noises in his ear when he whimpered.

In moments, he was big and solid in her hand, the wolfish prick beginning to dribble its precum, and she rolled onto her hands and knees, ass in the air as she presented herself for his approval. He seemed to approve very heartily, seeing as how he mounted her without any hesitation. Luckily, her pussy was already quite damp, and his cock found her pussy quickly. She grunted while it went to work, stabbing deep into her cunt, the knot smacking on her cunt lips insistently, then was pulled back out, only to slam back in so fast that, if not for the force of his thrusts almost bowling her over, its absence might not have been noticeable.

She gasped out, “Oh, you fucking beast,” reaching behind her head wit one hand to scratch his ears with fondness. His knot battered at her cunt she violently she whimpered in pain, but she was nonetheless glad when he took no notice and kept pounding, liking how it hurt. She relaxed, content in her place under the wolf, moaning obscenities in every language she knew, and let the orgasm happen.

Xayara growled, snarling like a beast herself, as her cunny trembled in ecstasy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her shuddering only seemed to excite the wolf, whose pace became more frantic still. The renewed frenzy threatened to set her off again, but she held on—until his knot was forced into her still-twitching fuckhole.

She screamed, the sound echoed by his triumphant howl as he mad her his bitch, unloading his balls’ milk inside her. His hips continued to pump, even though with thek not inside her he had perhaps a fingers’ width of motion, and she fucked him back spasmodically, the two of them riding out their simultaneous orgasm.

After a while, the bulge at the base of his cock had softened and shrunk enough for him to escape. He did so slowly and gently, then padded back to the corner where Chas was, bumping her hip with his flank when he passed, as though teasing her about his making her cum twice.

She sat back on her haunches and turned to face her audience—only to find the other wolf was already coming up, his cock out of its sheath and glistening in the dim light. She sucked on her lower lip as he circled behind her. She sucked on her lower lip as he circled behind her. Certainly she could handle him, but she was still a bit shaky from her last orgasm; vulnerable, easy prey. If he got too energetic, she might not have enough left—should the trio decide to play with her—to do anything but lie there. It was more than a matter of professional pride: if she didn’t keep them entertained she might not be long for the world.

Of course, there was always dying happy…

She lowered herself back down, this time crossing her forearms and putting her weight on her elbows, forehead resting on her wrists. She tried to slow and even her breathing as she spread her knees apart, but all her effort was wasted, as she cried out with need the moment his cock plunged into her.

The drow squealed as fresh dick drilled into her, the throbbing member feeling like it was turning her inside out. In seconds, her nails had begun to claw at the stone floor, her toes curling as she came yet again. The wolf whined a bit as her cunt crushed his prick in its grip, but did not relent.

Yet several long moments later, after the orgasm finally passed, she was remarkably clear-headed. What he was doing to her still felt wonderful, but the quick bout of pleasure seemed to have cooled her off for a bit. She raised herself up onto her hands, swiping hair from her face, and saw something that surprised her.

Sitting with his back to the wall, Chas was slowly stroking his cock, looking excited. He seemed startled that she’d seen him, and swallowed when she grinned. When she beckoned to him, he put on a defeated expression and shuffled forward on her knees.

“You,” she panted, as the wolf made a decent attempt at fucking her into submission, “were gonna…deny me…that thick white cock and—” She growled, eyes rolling back in her head from pleasure, then finished, “…and all its thick white cummm?” Her lips pressed together as she managed to contain a particularly loud cry.

He managed to play contrite, even though, she could tell, he was still extremely nervous. “Can you forgive me?” he said.

“I—will try,” she panted, licking her lips as he came within range. Despite his nervousness, he was still very hard, and she didn’t have to use her hands at all to suck him.

It was difficult, but she managed to keep her mouth moving slow and sloppy, even as the wolf savaged her pussy. He stroked her face and hair with delicate fingers, biting his lip with perfect teeth. Her tongue curled around his cock while she slurped on the member, running her tongue stud over the thickest vein on the underside. He was rocking his hips slightly, but most of the work was done by the bobbing of her head. If their audience had not been telepathic, she might have come up for air more often, so they could hear her cries of lust unmuffled. Without that to worry about, all that concerned her was giving the best blowjob she could. What with Chas’s gasps, groans, even feminine whimpers and sobs, she figured she was doing well enough.

As she went deeper on his prick, the wolf fucked her so hard the smack of his knot against her cunt rang out through the little chamber. Her abused labia were going to be quite sore later, but she didn’t mind a bit, because a throbbing cock was rubbing over her sweet spot, another one was sinking deeper into her throat, and she was being watched in her debased lust.

Xayara pulled back, opened her mouth wider, and made a sort of gargling moan as she slowly engulfed Chas’s cock again. Her tongue traced a circle around the base of the cock, then stretched out to slather his balls as she took more of him, even managing to stretch it enough to caress his taint, drool dripping from her tongue and chin onto the floor.

She managed not to bite down as the wolf’s brusque fucking took her closer and closer to ecstasy, and tried to bob her head no more than was necessary to clear her air passage. She didn’t get enough chances at it, so she was determined to cum with a cock in her throat now.

This was getting harder, due to Chas getting more and more into her throatjob, not quite fucking her mouth but definitely doing more than going with motion. He grasped her hair into a tail at the nape of her neck with his right hand, groping at her breasts, swaying with the motion and force of the wolf’s ravishing, with his left.

Finally, after a long period of relatively tame fucking, the canine got a second wind, rearing up to put his paws on her spine and put his own back into his thrusts. His knot smashed into her aching pussy lips, and she could feel her orgasm bearing down, inexorable…and now Chas was raping her esophagus in earnest, balls stinging her chin and making little splashes as they slapped in her spit, thickly coated on her chin. It would require careful timing…

When Chas next plunged into her throat, she wrapped an arm around his waist and swallowing, locking his dick into her airway, tongue working madly over his cock and balls. As he cried out in shock, she came, her other arm trembling as the spasms emanated out from her loins. She stayed upright, though, licking and gulping, eager for his cum…until the wolf finally managed to force his swollen knot into her clenching hole.

She gurgled and choked, managing to push Chas away just before her arms collapsed. She crumpled to the ground, ass high in the air, shoulders pinned by the wolf’s front paws. Its desperate, quick thrusts set her off again…and again, the wild animal taming her. Her body was wracked with orgasms, her cries becoming weak moans as her strength left her. The climax never seemed to end, even the fluids gushing from between her thighs only ebbing for an instant before surging back stronger.

Chas gently tipped her face up, and she saw him masturbating furiously, breasts heaving with his ragged breaths. “On my face, yes,” she gasped, and was rewarded a moment later with a flood of his hot spunk, squirting onto her forehead and running down her cheeks and nose, forcing her eyes shot.

The wolf, seeming to understand she needed to remain fairly still, had stopped, panting, or perhaps merely trying to catch his breath while her face was painted. But when Chas sat back, he redoubled his efforts, making her sob as her battered pussy was even more brutally reamed. Yet still, when the wolf finally shot his seed deep into her, the feeling of being loaded with wolf jism was enough to set her off one final time.

He seemed to have had enough by that point, his own legs buckling, his weight bearing her hips to the ground, before he slid off to the side. She rolled with him so her back was to his belly, smiling at the odd idea of spooning with an animal. After a while, his knot softened and shrunk, and she eased herself off his member, rolling over and fondly rubbing his chest.

She looked around and saw, to her amusement, that the others were not much better off. The other wolf was curled up, apparently sleeping. Chas leaned against a wall, eyes closed, breathing slow and deep, smooth skin glistening with sweat. Most interesting of all were her captors, who were sagging against each other, like exhausted players of some team sport.

Xayara started to eat the cum from her face, feeling rather content. The motion got the attention of the devourers, who noticed and immediately started standing up straighter. Without a word—or thought—to her, they turned and glided from the room.

She didn’t know how long it was—they had a washing, as well as several meals, the wolves allowed out at Chas’s request and her assistance so they could stretch their legs, so it felt like at least a couple of days—but eventually, the three came to visit them again.

She and Chas were talking. His participation before had been the heat of the moment, he’d said. She’d taken that of saying he wasn’t ready to fuck her when they weren’t being forced to. Of course, that didn’t preclude more subtle techniques.

She’d managed, with little more than talking, to get him steel hard, to the point that he moaned when she touched it. “Stop lying,” she murmured in his ear. “You are ready, willing, and more than able to fuck me. And I want your cock. I want you so deep inside me.”

“What about the wolves?” he said, voice weak.

She burst out laughing, even as she straddled him. “Nothing they haven’t seen before,” she purred. “Nothing they haven’t done before, for that matter.” She ran her damp slit along his cock. “Say it,” she whispered, pressing her firm tits against his bigger ones.

“I want you,” he groaned.

“Then take what you want,” she breathed, and kissed him.

At which point the door opened. To her dismay, he tried to scurry out from underneath her. She defiantly remained on his lap, even as she turned to face their new audience.

Rather than waiting for them to initiate conversation, she said sweetly, “You do realize I hate you and want you to die screaming of a terrible wasting disease that lets you feel every organ in your body turn to siruv food?”

The three of them paused and blinked in perfect unison. It was hideously spooky. There was a brief tickle in her mind, and the lead one said, We apologize for interrupting. Please continue.

Her mouth quirked into a smile. She turned back to Chas. “Looks like we’re on,” she said.

He shook his head. “I…I can’t.”

She smiled. “He feels differently,” she said, sawing his cock along her pussy again; he was still hard enough to fuck her brains out.

He looked embarrassed. “I don’t doubt you could get a dead man hard, but that doesn’t mean he’d be able to fuck you.”

She smirked. “You underestimate me.” She stood, pulling him up with her, then turned him so his back was to the devourers, and finally knelt with im. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dueling briefly with his, before she started kissing lower.

Chas moaned as she licked and sucked his amazing breasts, nibbling the sensitive underside, suckling the pale pink nipples. His moans turned frustrated when she abandoned his chest—with not a little disappointment herself, as tits like that were hard to come by. All the titsucking in the world wouldn’t take his mind off what was distracting him.

Her mouth skimmed over a flat, toned stomach, pausing only to lick at the navel, before she dropped to all fours, his cock now at eye level. She planted a soft, delicate kiss on the head, then licked it. She opened her mouth, paused, and looked up, as if to ask for permission to go further—but couldn’t keep a mischievous smirk from her face. He nodded, almost desperate.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it and bobbing her head gently. She smiled when he moaned, and took him deep into her mouth, the head tickling her throat, then pulled back to slurp the very tip, one hand pumping his shaft, the other fondling his balls.

He whimpered, and she found herself rather enjoying that he had a woman’s voice. It made him sound so much more submissive, for some reason. She moved her head in time with her pumping fist, just enough that her hand touched her lips, but mostly let her studded tongue do the work. After a while, though, she wanted to explore more, and so switched so her tongue and mouth lapped at the underside of his cock, her hand now stroking the tip, thumb caressing the head. She ran her mouth back and forth along the shaft, licking at his balls each time she made it to the base. Then, seized by desire, she took her mouth to his balls directly, one hand pumping his wet cock, the other squeezing his ass.

His balls were big, bigger than an elf’s, at least, but she managed to fit one, and then the other, into her mouth, followed by most of the sac, juggling them with her tongue. He gasped, leaning on her shoulders even before she pushed a finger into his asshole.

It seemed to be too much for him, and a moment later, he gasped “Xayara! I’m cumming!” She released him from her mouth, pulling the finger from his ass and stopping pumping him, noting with some amusement how, at the corner of her eye, the devourers seemed to tense. Knowingly, she smiled up at Chas, opening her mouth slightly.

A single jet of clear precum squirted into her mouth. She swallowed it happily, even as he groaned with frustration. “Xayara,” he moaned, almost whining.

“You want to cum?” she asked.

“Gods yes,” he panted.

“Then you’re going to have to earn it,” she said, lifting herself u p onto her knees and pushing him onto his back. She crawled forward, straddling his face. “Get to it, sweetness.”

Chas grabbed her round ass in his long-fingered hands, squeezing the cheeks, and began to nuzzle and lap at Xayara’s dripping-wet pussy. Xayara sighed and wriggled, fondling her own tits, while his tongue moved past her folds and started exploring her core. She ran her tongue over her lips, already feeling a deep longing to have his cock back in her mouth.

Motivated, she turned herself around, keeping her pussy low against his mouth, and ended facing his feet. His cock, however, still looked a bit too twitchy, so she contented herself with caressing his body, stroking his thighs and sides, playing with his magnificent boobs. He began to moan, the sound suppressed by her pussy and interrupted by the occasional particularly deep lick.

He began to focus his mouth more on her clit, having maneuvered his hands so he could finger her cunt and ass. She gave a happy sort of wriggle when he put a finger into he asshole—not just for the pleasure, but that he was willing to explore her in new ways.

In his curiosity and focus, his arousal seemed to have waned—he was still very hard, but his cock was no longer practically vibrating. She leaned down and began to suck his prick, moving with gentleness and care so as not to push him too hard. She didn’t want him to cum…yet.

Before long, though, he proved to be as dutiful as she’d hoped, her twat dripping with far more than just his saliva. Meanwhile, his cock’s throbbing and twitching, though it hadn’t stopped, had eased noticeably. She became more active, sucking his meat with more passion, even deep-throating the big member a couple of times.

Finally, though, she cooed for him to stop, lifting her drenched pussy away from his mouth. “Now fuck me,” she ordered, panting, once she’d got his attention. Not bothering to avoid groping her as he clambered out from underneath, Chas set himself up on his knees behind her, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet pussy.

“That would be fun,” she moaned, “But why don’t you try to other one?” There was a pause and silence. “I won’t mind,” she said. “In fact, I insist.”

“Meaning?” he asked, breathless.

“Meaning I can handle myself,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him, her bedroom eyes darting briefly towards the wolves, as if to say they could, but she’d much rather it was him.

He took a breath, as if bracing himself, then shifted the tip of his wet cock so it pressed against her asshole. She moaned, wiggling her butt with contentment, then cried out as he finally gave her what she wanted.

She had thought, from his earlier reluctance, that he was an anal virgin, for lack of a better term. But he understood there was a certain etiquette to sodomizing a woman. You had to be gentle at first, until you knew how much the lady could take. Even with experienced women—such as herself—it helped to ease into the rough stuff, giving the anus time to loosen up.

Either he was more well-read with regards to sex than she’d thought, or he had fucked a woman in the ass before—which made his earlier reluctance all the more interesting…

But not nearly as interesting as the cock that was about to savage her asshole. She decided, as his big dick finally got balls-deep in her bowels, that she’d ask him later. Right now, she had a reaming to take.

Xayara made a happy sigh as he started to rock his hips back and forth. She much preferred it fast and hard—the whole point of anal, for her, was when fucking her pussy hard wouldn’t be rough enough—but considering how fast she suspected he’d go off if he really gave it to her, she was content with the slower place. It still felt good, after all…

But when his timidity didn’t fade, she became more impatient, thrusting her hips back against his with more force than he was giving her. “Quit playing around,” she groaned, “and fuck me!”

He reached around to grasp her tits, squeezing them, then—to her delight—used them almost like handles, to brace against his quickened fucking. She gasped as his hips smacked into hers, glanced down and had a bit of a surreal moment as she saw his slender, womanly, pale white hands clasping tightly to her ebony teats.

He leaned over further, one hand continuing to knead her breasts, even as his own pressed against her back. His other hand trailed down over her belly, tickling the smooth skin, then between her legs, and rubbed at her clit and pussy, even as he began to truly pound her ass. He savaged her sphincter, nuts slapping against her cheeks, or even her cunt when the angle was right.

Her nails dug into the hard stone beneath them, which at the moment felt less unyielding than his shaft did. He got to his feet in a half-crouch, lifting her ass higher in the air and lowering her face to the floor, fucking her ass harder by using the steeper angle. Which her hands free, she slipped one over her belly, toward her crotch, but didn’t actually play with her cunt, holding back for the right moment. She could feel a little orgasm coming—

there it was. Her groans became squeaks as her pussy clenched on air, spasms of pleasure running through her. And the moment she regained control, she set her fingers to work on her suddenly hypersensitive clit and pussy, even the light touch she used almost unbearable. But combined with his powerfully thrusting cock, the delicate caressing of her wet pussy got her off once more, ten times as powerful as before, a torrent of her juice squirting out.

Apparently, the heat of her cunt-juice dousing his balls set him off—the very moment the orgasm (or series of orgasms, or compound orgasm or whatever it was) hit, he gasped, “Gonna cum!”

“All over me,” she groaned. “Cover me, you stud!”

He cried out, pulling his cock from her ass, the member sliding between her cheeks as his load erupted over her back, spattering her spine with his hot white goo. Even when his cock stopped pumping, his hips continued to do so spasmodically. She cooed at the feel of his almost-steaming spum cooling on her back, his big cock gradually softening to rest against her ass. She trembled a bit before turning around, still on her hands and knees, and sucked the remaining cum from his pisshole.

He shuddered as her tongue swirled over the sensitive cockhead, falling onto his back when she released it. She saw, with some amusement, that heir audience had beaten him to it, and were sitting slumped against the walls, twitching.

She crawled on top of him. “Told you,” she said cheerily.

“You did?” he groaned. “I don’t remember.”

“Well, I did,” she said, and kissed him. She could keep going, she knew, but he seemed rather exhausted, and certainly wouldn’t be much fun. As for the rest of her options…

She looked over and saw their captors getting up, their limbs apparently still unsteady. They wouldn’t be any good for hours. And the wolves…well, they were sleeping, and it would be rude and desperate even for her to wake a sleeping animal in search of sex.

Naptime it was, then.


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Post Re: The Misadventures Of Xayara Xex (Chapter 3, part 3)
Wow, it's been a while. I plumb forgot over the holidays.

Well, there's still more overwritten tripe I have yet to foist on you all.


Sex: H/F (impl), M/M/F (beast, oral), F (mast, voy, extr), H/H (impl, oral), F/A (extr, tent, TP) M/F/F (intr, oral)

The scene was surprising, because it didn’t excite her in the least. Normally, watching a beautiful girl being ravished by dozens of flexible, vaguely phallic limbs would have her clamoring to join in, or at least masturbate while watching. She was almost embarrassed at how unentertaining she found the whole thing.

The slave they had selected was undeniably beautiful, a slim human woman, with perhaps a touch of elven blood, and she was even, Xayara thought, having orgasms. But even when she came, she didn’t react, or make much noise beyond a grunt. She’d seen more reaction from the undead the less reputable brothels in O’rache’el had sometimes used.

We would know why she does not react as you do, her “interpreter” said. Even during climax there is not much sensation that we can detect.

“Tell me,” she said, “what happens to those you feed on for some time?”

They become listless. They lack energy. Eventually they will not eat or drink. They are disposed of. She eyed it warily. We have not fed from you or your companions, it said, a little too quick on the defense.

“Well,” she said eventually, “if I had to guess, I’d wager that you do more than drain emotion. After a while, they’re unable to react to physical sensation, either.”

But they have come under attack and shied from pain.

She didn’t ask how they’d tested that. “Because they don’t want to die—yet. But if they can’t enjoy something, why bother reacting?”

Yet we cannot even feel an orgasm.

She had a thought. “Here’s a question. Do you sense physical reaction…or someone’s emotional reaction to it?” It stared at her. “By which I mean, do you sense the pleasure, or the person’s interpretation of it?”

The creature looked stunned, if such was possible.

“What happens to those you don’t feed on for a while? Do they recover?”

We have not tried such, it said.

“Perhaps you should,” she said. She hesitated then, but decided to say it anyway, as they might well read her mind if she hesitated. “Perhaps you should leave her with us, as well. We’ll see if we can’t nurse her back to health.”

Its look of bewilderment intensifying, it conferred with its fellows. There were long moments where all she “heard” was the deep thrumming that indicated psionics use to her. Finally, they agreed, but made no move to free the girl.

Very well. We shall test your hypothesis. Still, none of them made any move to release the girl.

Xayara decided not to push harder, and let her guide take her back to her cell.


Some time later, as Chas drilled out her pussy from behind, the door opened. He began to slow, but with a desperate gesture she coaxed him to keep going, hips slapping noisily against hers. He leaned into it, the hands that had been stroking her breasts shifting to rub her pussy and pull her hair, his own breasts mashed against her back.

She wriggled a bit, her back arching to rub his nipples. Likely he was trying to cum before their captors, for lack of a better term, decided to take an interest. It still made him uneasy. Pity for him he had demonstrated such admirable stamina.

Still, she reflected as the devourers noticed them and began to watch in that way that told her they were feeling through her—if she knew of his discomfort, it would be cruel not to help him along. She’d been taking cock, enjoying the force of him overpowering her, but now began to caress him with her cunt walls, kneading his cock as though she was trying to milk out his semen. She reached past his hand, still playing with her swollen clit, to fondle his swinging balls. He had to shorten his strokes to avoid a painful accident, but that allowed him to fuck her faster, harder… His breathing was loud in her ears, harsh and ragged even as he licked and kissed and nibbled the points.

“Mmm, fuck me, yes,” she groaned. “Hurry, love, please, faster, faster…” Some how he complied, and her cries filled the little room.

“Ungh…Xayara…I…” And then his breaths came sharp and fast, a series of gasps as his balls twitched in her fingers and emptied themselves into her. She released his sac, allowing him to straighten up and hammer his last few thrusts home while she splayed with her clit and met his hips going back each time. When he gave one last thrust, pumping forward firmly to push her to the ground, it was his cock shooting a last spurt of his jism into her womb that made her cum.

The reaction from their audience, now a crowd of at least a dozen of the creatures, was astonishing. They writhed as though in agony, though she knew it to be ecstasy, long limbs thrashing. One collapsed, almost gently, like a melting wax statue, into a boneless puddle on the floor. It was similar to previous reactions, but far more intense—the most violent she’s seen from them yet.

She wriggled out from under Chas and went for her pack. By that point, they’d been given back their property, even their clothes, though Xayara had convinced Chas there wasn’t much point in wearing it. More importantly, though, she’d been given back her special pack, and all its contents…including the potions that had kept her happily childless for…oh, it had to be eighty years of whoring.

A thought occurred to her as she pulled a bottle out and drank it. In the face of mindreaders—albeit ones who didn’t probe too deep—she attempted to file it away while they received.

“The reason for his unexpected honor?” she said, a bit breathily, when the puddle had been helped back to its “feet”.

We have decided to test your theory. The group parted, and four people—a drow male, an orc male, an orc female, and a human female—were herded (there was no other word for it) into the room. They looked glum. Worse, she corrected herself, they looked blank. Not even bored, but empty.

She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m thinking the race and gender split wasn’t an accident?”

Those are all those we know you have interacted with or would like to, it said—and she was getting could enough that she thought she could see defensiveness in its body language.

“I’m not complaining,” she said. She went up to the orc male, noting with more than a little interest that he was even bigger—in every way—than most orc males. Cautiously, she waved her hand in front of his face. His expression didn’t change.

She withheld a sigh. They were pretty far gone. For an orc to not even react to such a condescending gesture…

“Have they eaten?” she asked.

They have had an early meal. It has been some time.

She went to her pack and took some blocks of dried fruit, pressing one into the hands of each of them. They felt those new items for a moment without looking, then glanced down. Wordless, they took a piece in their mouths and chewed, swallowing eventually. She doubted whether they would have had different expression had she given them ambrosia, or tricked tem into eating shit.

Well, they still wanted to live, or at least didn’t want die. With time…they might get better.

She looked at the human. She was plain, but not unattractive—and definitely not the woman she’d seen earlier. “What about the one I saw before?” she said.

She would not eat.

She fought to keep a straight face as her blood ran cold, meaningless as success would be. “All right. Well, I’m tired. If you want a show, you’ll have to come back later.”

They filed out. Even so, Xayara didn’t trust herself with her own thoughts. How did you plan a mass breakout from prisons run by telepaths?


Xayara and Chas didn’t have sex in their cell for days afterwards. She’d considered it, but Chas, seeing their cellmates’ listlessness, was in no mood. Even Xayara would have had to work for it to really enjoy it.

Thankfully, they were “bathed” elsewhere. Their daily cleanings were done by the devourers’ mental powers, but weekly they were taken to a sort of hot spring. Apparently, hot water had hygienic properties beyond removing dirt.

In any case, after a week of abstention—aside from Xayara’s masturbating once a night after everyone else was a sleep and she could pretend their new friends’ rhythmic breathing was for that—they were more than ready to fuck in the back. By the time they were done, they needed another long bath, and for preference, a nap.

By the end of the second week, the new group was showing some improvement. She’d taken to sleeping near them, even cuddling with them and hoping for a response after she finished masturbating. One night, the human girl, with pale skin and hair as black as Xayara's own skin, rolled over…and watched her frig, eyes wide in shock. Xayara noticed, and held her gaze even as she sped up her stroking, plunging fingers.

She imagined the girl on her hands and knees, begging to serve, kissing her feet. She imagined taming the human, bringing her to heel through strict discipline for failures and loving rewards for excellent service. She imagined the fully-broken slave girl begging for mistress for punishment for a transgression Xayara hadn’t even known she’d committed.

She imagined learning magic, growing a cock, taking the young woman to the next stage of slavery, calling her wife, impregnating her. And as her breasts swelled with milk and her belly grew great with child, she stroked her stomach and looked up and said, “I love you, Xayara.”

The fantasy covered years but took mere minutes, and she gasped quietly as she came while still looking into the woman’s eyes. The girl bit her lip and actually shied a bit when Xayara climaxed, but otherwise remained still, eyes wide.

Xayara lay down beside her, pulled her close. The girl clung to her almost desperately, relaxing a bit when Xayara stroked her hair.

At least, she mused, there was hope for this one.


The rest of the group followed suit. This was heartening for Xayara—if they could only find some way out, or even some way to kill all the devourers, it meant more of the captives might recover. It presented its own problem, however. There were now six people, more or less fully functional, and two animals in a room that had been small before. There were also three distinct races, about three different age groups, and if you counted Chas, two and a half sexes.

Xayara knew the problems were only beginning. Now, it was simple social friction. But it had been over two weeks and their hosts hadn't asked for a show; it would be coming any day, she thought. She had to find a way to broach the topic with them, and convince them to play along.

The first thing was to calm the human, a girl named Qin, who was happy to speak with someone who knew her language, even if she was a drow with a very noticeable accent. She was somewhat plain, but in decent shape now that she wasn't having her self drained from her.

She was understandably nervous when Xayara dropped hints and innuendos, but also seemed intrigued. The drow didn’t push the subject, not doing much more than touching her hand. She wouldn't be able to close the deal with the girl first.

She spoke with the dark elf male next, named Du’zhen, pleased to see he still retained a healthy respect for females. She was all for men being equal, but a more than a few males she’d met had taken it too far the other way, losing all politeness. She was able to be blunt with him, and to her surprised her seemed eager to engage, even when she explained what was at stake.

After speaking with Du’Zhen, she fucked Chas, and made no attempt to be discreet. Though it made her feel dirty, and not in a good way, she even screamed more than was strictly necessary. But it was all towards a purpose.

The maxim “actions speak louder than words” was believed by some to be en elven bastardization of the old orc aphorism “talk or fight”. However, the orcs were being metaphorical, which they so often were. A contextual translation made it into something more like “talk or do”. The orcs came at things from the other side—while many races believed in talking things out and taking action when done or when there was no other choice, orcs generally acted first and talked later, under the assumption that one’s words were more convincing when others had already seen the conviction behind them.

Xayara understood this better than most non-orcs, and so had decided to show their orc friends that she was quite willing to suit her actions to words before even opening her mouth.

“They do not show mercy,” she said to the two of them the day after fucking Chas. She spoke Orcish, not Drow, “Undercommon”—as Chas called the trade tongue of the deep—or Common. They could probably speak at least a little in other languages, but using their own language would be polite, and might impress them. Xayara was much more fluent in Orcish than the common tongue of the surface, if only due to experience, but her accent was even thicker. Common was necessarily a rather broad and flat language, cobbled together from the easiest sounds to produce from a dozen races’ languages, but Orcish was harsh and guttural, and she always felt ridiculously prissy when speaking it.

The two of them didn’t seem to mind, though. “What do you mean?” the male asked.

“You aren’t being set free. They expect you to be entertainment instead of food.” She paused, then added, “And if you aren’t good entertainment, you’ll go back to being food.”

“What kind of entertainment?” he asked, though he had a shrewd look on his face. She knew he knew what she meant.

“Fucking,” she said, never one to mince words. After another moment’s hesitation, she said, “They watch and feel through our bodies and get off on it.” She’d searched for the Orcish word for
“vicariously”, but it hadn’t come to mind.

“How do you know?” the female said. She seemed suspicious, and Xayara couldn’t tell why.

“Because the pale human and I have been performing for them for some time. I think they’re curious. They don’t understand sex. It’s as much experimentation as it is entertainment. But they do enjoy it.”

“So?” he said. The female continued to give her an insolent look.

“Unless I miss my guess, they think they’ll get more pleasure the more people are involved. They’ll probably try to get us all to go at once. Even Chas’s—that’s the pale human’s—wolves. They’ve done that with me, too.” The male seemed to be entertaining the thought in his mind; the female didn’t seem to know whether to be impressed or disgusted.

“Assuming we believe you—and I do, and thank you for the warning—” This drew a renewed glare from the female. “—what can we do but go along?”

She shrugged. “Exactly. But if we’re going to go along, we might as well enjoy ourselves.” She placed a hand on his leg, and smiled.

A soft growl, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it—and she wasn’t sure he could hear it, either—caught her attention. She turned to the female. She wasn’t sure the orc even knew what she was doing, but she was definitely having a jealous reaction. It was surprising, as much because Xayara hadn’t anticipated it as it had seemed unlikely. Had the two of them been chosen because they had a prior relationship? Of course, orc females tended to be possessive towards their males, even males that weren’t quite theirs…

But there was an easy solution to that, also born of orc culture. “The problem, of course,” she said, “is group sex. They will expect that from us. .We’ll need to be used to that to make it good for them.” She crawled into the surprised orc female’s lap. “Have you done many orgies?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.

“None, actually,” the orc said, and Xayara was impressed at the steadiness in her voice.

“Then you’ll need to practice, I think.” She kissed the orc woman’s full lips and drew her into an embrace.

Xayara was further pleased at how quickly the other recovered, her own powerful arms pulling Xayara’s comparatively tiny frame into a hug that almost crushed her, their breasts mashing together, the orc kissing back fiercely. She showed a habit of biting, nipping on Xayara’s tongue as it explored her new friend’s mouth.

Orcs had little use for foreplay, but even Xayara, who had experience with males and females of the race, was a little surprised at how quickly the orc’s thick but nimble fingers began stroking the drow’s pussy. Xayara was a little more circumspect about matching her, caressing the orc’s puffy labia until she was sure they were nice and wet before pushing in.

The two of them wriggled, joined at the mouth, fingers in each other’s cunts, grinding lightly against each other. The orc’s tongue was big, thick, powerful, but Xayara’s was more nimble, and far more skilled, and before long she was schooling the bigger woman in how to kiss.

They seemed to be stuck permanently together, mouth to mouth, their fingers never quite leaving each other’s wet holes. They began to grind more vigorously, thighs wet with lust. Xayara finally let her fingers slip out of the orc’s cunny, now rubbing one thigh with care over her partner’s clit, squeezing and fondling her firm, muscled ass. The orc, again, was more brusque, working a slick finger into Xayara’s asshole.

They began to writhe in time, pussies pressed together. Xayara angled herself so their clits touched, too, having to break the kiss a moment to do it. “By the way,” she panted, “my name is Xayara.”

“Frey,” the orc groaned.

“A pleasure,” Xayara said, smirking, before leaning in to kiss her again.

The two of them abandoned kissing soon after, though; it was much easier and more pleasing to trib if they were leaning slightly away from each other. They didn’t talk much, despite their unoccupied mouths. Xayara smiled and licked her lips; Frey gritted her teeth, as though concentrating. The orc’s chest was heaving, and Xayara, gaze ficked on it, reached out to stroke the pleasantly pale green, sweat-slick breasts. They weren’t as big as Chas’s, or even hers, though Frey’s broadly-built chest made them appear a bit larger, but they were very firm.

The orc’s expression became almost desperate as Xayara fondled her teats. Frey reached out herself, her longer arms allowing her to more easily play with Xayara’s boobs. Her expression retained its near-dismayed cast, however. For Xayara, the caress was icing. For Frey, it was threatening to be the pebble that broke the rothé’s back.

Frey whimpered, pulling back and away from Xayara’s hands. Xayara was little disappointed at the loss of the orc’s powerful fingers, but took delight in knowing she was overwhelming her partner. She sat up, pushing Frey onto her back, then rolling her onto her side, grasping the orc woman’s powerful leg and stroking the thigh, kissing her calf and foot, grinding her cunt into Frey’s all the while.

Frey was crying out by this point, little spasms rippling through her body, foreshadowing the orgasm Xayara could tell was bearing down on her. The drow whore altered her methods slightly, still rubbing at Frey’s slit with her own, even grinding against the same spots that threatened to make the pretty orc cum, but now doing it so her own hot buttons were pushed, too.

The orc thrashed as she came seconds later, shrieking obscenities in Orcish, twitching so powerfully she broke from Xayara’s grip. Her hips alternately seemed to be trying to hump the floor or throw her round, firm ass high into the air. Xayara grinned, “mounting” her from behind, straddling one thigh and riding it, her own leg rubbing Frey’s cunt and making her sob, the orc’s clit and labia still hypersensitive.

Mewling sounds came from Frey, but she didn’t protest, even though Xayara was willing to bet the touch hurt as much as it felt good. Maybe she was being polite, or feeling submissive. Either way, Xayara didn’t care, as the smooth skin of the orc’s thigh felt delightful againsther own clitty and cunt-lips.

She orgasmed with a shout, her juices splashing against Frey’s leg. The elf’s lover trembled with relief when the constant over-stimulation of her quim finally ended, and moaned with contentment as Xayara stroked her sweaty back.

“I think we’ve played enough,” Xayara said, still in Orcish. “Let’s move on to the real fun.”

“Hmmm…?” Frey sounded sleepy. The poor thing was in for a long night.

Xayara beckoned the male to her. He told her his name was Grolk as he brazenly pawed her tits. She pushed him away, only half-teasing, and then explained she wanted. Grolk smiled.

He knelt before Frey’s prone form and spoke to her in soft, tender tones. Xayara allowed herself a wry smile. Orcish was a fascinating language, full of idiosyncrasies. The sweet nothings he was whispering, in context, meant something like, “I want your mouth, pet,” and would be taken as such. Literally, the sentence translated to “Your jaws will open before my manhood, fuck-pig.”

Frey responded to the contextual meaning, smiling and licking her lips, raising herself up on her forearms. As her head bobbed foreward to take Grolk’s cock, big even by orc standards, Xayara got on all fours behind the orc woman, lifting her ass back into the air and stroking her pussy. The admired how the orc had kept her red-brown pubes neat, if not quite as sparse as Xayara would have liked.

Admiration done with, she dove in.

Her mouth full of cock, Frey could only make a muffled squeal in response. The dark elf soon found that the other woman was easy prey for her, either due to a general weakness or not having been eaten by anyone of Xayara’s skill. Even as Frey’s head bobbed and her thick tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, a respectable length of cock between her lips, her body began to quiver again. She cried out in pleasure as another orgasm bore down on her.

Xayara showed no mercy when it hit, rolling onto her back to the orc was effectively stradding her face. She shifted her mouth’s focus to Frey’s tender clit and adding fingers into the mix, three in her fuckhole and two in her ass. The shrieks echoing in the tiny chamber became tinged with pain, even as Xayara felt Frey’s cunt begin to clench again, hypersensitivity having made forcing the orgasm a simple matter.

By this point, Frey was beginning to gurgle on Grolk’s shaft, the head finally starting to push into her throat. In deference to Xayara’s instructions, Grolk wasn’t doing much to speed his orgasm, letting Frey do most of the work, though he stroked her auburn hair and idly groped her breasts. But as she lost control to Xayara, she seemed unable to continue.

Though she knew it had to be as much agony as ecstasy, Xayara was pitiless. If anything, she intensified her attentions, curling her tongue so it tickled Frey’s labia as well as her clit, her fingers buried to the last knuckle in both cunt and ass and pumping at speed. Frey gamely tried to continue, but her third—and before that was even done, fourth!—orgasms, forced from her pleasure-wracked body, made her choke. She gagged and spit out Grolk’s member, her front half collapsing as she wailed in exquisite agony.

Xayara worked another orgasm out of the orc girl—and on reflection she was the orc was indeed very young, barely into womanhood—then at least relented, doing nothing more intense than stroking Frey’s hips. Frey quaked and cried, and finally stilled after several long moments, her pussy actually squirting a tiny jet of girlcum onto Xayara’s chest at the tail end of her fifth and final orgasm.

“Seems you were wrong,” Xayara said, crawling out from under the young orc woman and allowing her to collapse to the floor again. “The little fuck-pig—” and in the context Xayara was using, the word had a much more derogatory meaning—“wasn’t eager to suck cock.” She rolled Frey over using her foot. “Maybe she wants that cock elsewhere.”

Grolk grinned and knelt between her legs. Xayara grinned right back, kneeling behind Frey, picking her up and letting her lean, still quivering, into a gentle embrace, and kissed her forehead. She rubbed the orc’s belly, marveling at the well-defined muscles, and squeezed one breast, kissing the slightly pointed ear.

She closed her eyes and drank in the sound of Frey’s moan as Grolk eased his enormous cock into the young woman’s cunt.

Xayara continued to hold and caress Frey, who was beginning to look almost frightened, and not because of Grolk’s size. She seemed more startled to have had so many orgasms and experienced so much pleasure, as if such was a new and confusing experience for her. Xayara kept her wrapped in a hug, hoping the tenderness would soothe her, but soon became impatient.

“Will you please me?” she murmured in Frey’s ear, watching with delight as Grolk’s cock pounded in and out of the girl’s pussy.

“Yes!” the orc cried. “Oh, fuck yes!” Given how her previous cries of lust were nonverbal, Xayara decided to count that as assent, and laid frey onto her back before straddling her face.

“Get to it,” she said in hem ost commanding tone, then shuddered. Frey’s mouth wasn’t skilled, but in her lust fueled high she was as eager as any, tongue licking at an incredible speed, fingers probing Xayara’s cunt and ass. The drow gave a happy wriggle, then leaned forward, intent on the orc woman’s pussy and the massive dick drilling into her hot core.

To her dismay, she found her wonderfully lusty new friend was too tall; lying lengthwise she had a bad angle at best. She could use her fingers, of course, but where was the artistry in that?

She was lifted halfway upright by a pair of big hands, and had a glimpse of a porcine if not exactly unpleasant face before Grolk kissed her. She moaned, leaning into it as her pussy was devoured. He wasn’t half-bad, though her estimation was probably improved by his huge hands pawing her breasts. The thick fingers were much more nimble than she expected, and seemed intrigued that each nipple was pierced.

She pulled away after taking her measure, biting her lip at Frey’s tongue, its voraciousness undiminished. He leaned in and pulled on her rings, but she resisted for half a moment while her hands found Frey’s own firm bust. Then, with a playful whimper, she met him for another kiss. This one didn’t last near so long, as she broke it to kiss his chin, lick his throat, nuzzle his chest, before she found stiff dark nipples to lick and suck and nibble.

Grolk’s rhythm through it all was unbroken, his fat cock still not balls-deep within Frey’s pussy as his hands mauled Xayara’s tits. Xayara visited every punishment inflicted to her own boobs on Frey’s; though her hands weren’t as big, neither were Frey’s teats. Frey was not dismayed at the rough treatment, her cries, muffled by a mouthful of cuntflesh, nonetheless sounding more of pleasure than pain to Xayara’s practiced ear, and grew louder still when one of Xayara’s hands left the orc’s tits to play with her swollen clit.

When the orc woman orgasmed again, Xayara leaned up from slathering her affection on Grolk’s chest to whisper in his ear. He grinned and nodded.

Frey gave a long, low moan as Grolk eased out of her, then a yelp when he and Xayara flipped her over onto all fours. Lifting her firm ass in the air, Grolk much less gently pushed back into her dripping pussy. Before Frey could squawk too much at the massive dick invading her cunt, Xayara sat down in front of her, pushing the orc’s face into a bald black pussy.

No words were needed; Frey’s eagerness was not diminished by the change of position. Grolk’s energetic, powerful thrusts only seemed to make her lustier still. Xayara shivered as Frey’s tongue went deeper than ever, long fingers actually reaching that delicate spot within her.

Grolk was slamming into Frey hard enough to make Xayara think twice about fucking him (though the answer after both thoughts was “Yes”), and it proved too much. When Frey came yet again, hips pumping, screams muffled, Xayara took one look at her expression, and combined with the pleasure racing through her own body, found it to be exquisite. She pinched and twisted her own nipples, and before Frey was even ready to let Grolk fuck her again, Xayara cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around Frey’s fingers, and she squirted onto the orc’s face.

Xayara stroked the orcs thick hair with more than a little fondness…then grinned at her, and scurried underneath headfirst. She patted Grolk’s pillar-like thing, and the big man resumed his reaming of Frey, even when the young woman sobbed “Wait, wait…”

The whore knew why she was protesting; Xayara had been there herself. Cumming to much made her pussy too sensitive, so even the most delicate touch was painful. Some women could only cum once before they needed a break, or at least a less-intense bridge to the next session. Xayara’s threshold tended to be rather ridiculously high, so much so other women she confided in wondered how she knew, as plainly no one session could cause that many orgasms. Frey was quite capable of cumming multiple times, it seemed, but had a low ceiling.

That was the point. Her suggestion to Grolk had been to make Frey either pass out or beg for mercy. So, to help that along, Xayara began by stroking her pussy and clit, then leaned up and began to lap at her, aiming an occasional kiss or lick or nip at Grolk’s balls.

Frey’s shrieks came unabated now, and she seemed to be invoking every orc god Xayara had ever heard of, and more than a few she hadn’t. She seemed unable to do anything but take it, grabbing onto Xayara’s legs to steady herself as she had her first squirting orgasm, juices dousing Xayara’s face and Grolk’s sac…and it didn’t stop. She came, and came, her pussy gushing seemingly without end. Her screams had turned wordless again, as though she were unable to speak—and she might well have been, Xayara mused, reflecting on some of her own more powerful orgasms.

After over a minute of this, Frey’s fuckhole stopped spraying, her arms crumbling beneath her, torso flopping town onto Xayara’s abdomen, head resting on her thighs. Having a feeling, Xayara squeezed one of Grolk’s legs, having to dig her nails in before he noticed and stopped his frenzied pumping.

When he finally did stop, Xayara eased Frey’s limp body off the end of his dick, rolling her onto her back. Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful, her tits rising and falling rhythmically. She was clearly unconscious. The two of them propped her up in the corner she and Grolk normally slept in.

Hesitant, almost shy, Qin came over and cuddled with Frey, almost immediately fell asleep herself. Xayara, though she would normally find such a scene adorable, only had eyes for the cock that was as thick as her forearm. She knelt and sucked it into her mouth, struggling to swallow it.

“You like her taste?” he rumbled.

“Mm-hm,” she said. Cock drenched in pussy juice was just about her favorite snack, the best of both worlds. About the only thing better was eating cum out from a pussy, though her actual preference depended on her mood.

It took a minute, but she finally gulped him down, allowing her to suck Frey’s juices from the last couple of inches “honestly”. When she released his cock, like a conjurer pulling a sword out of a small pouch, he groaned, “Good. Now—”

“Not done yet,” she said, and began licking his dripping balls clean of the orc woman’s girlcum, too. He panted, running thick fingers through her messy hair, while she sucked down very last drop from his scrotum.

“Mmm…and now?” she said, looking up at him with her best “innocent” eyes and licking her lips “nervously”.

“Now I taste elf,” he said, scooping her up and draping her legs over his shoulders to nuzzle and lick at her pussy.

“Oh, oh…” She grasped at his head as his tongue curled to caress to already-soaked cunt lips. “Turn me over!”

“Hmmm?” he said. The vibration felt good, but she almost laughed at his tone of polite inquiry.

“Head…down,” she panted.

“Ahh.” Helped by her flexibility, he was able to turn her over so her head was pointed at the floor, then resumed lavishing her cunt with his tongue’s affections.

Like Frey, he was a bit too tall for her to blow him easily. Unlike her, though, he had a cock that could be tipped upwards for her to suck. She wasn’t able to get the whole thing, of course, but that was fine. As long as she had something to suck…

His fingers and tongue were unsubtle, but skilled, and very aggressive. She sighed and groaned as he licked her clit, and two, then four fingers were shoved into her hole. Her tongue wrapped around his pole while she slurped the bulbous head. When she ran her tongue stud over the pisshole, his knees buckled, briefly.

“Mm!” he grunted, pulling her away, and she yelped as she whirled around through the air, ending up cradled in his arms like a child. “Got a little close,” he said, by way of explanation.

“So?” she said, pouting a bit. “I could get you going again.”

“Maybe,” he said, nodding. “But I’d get tired before long.”

She noticed he was rather sweaty, and harrumphed. “All right,” she said, disappointed her fun was going to be cut short.

“You sound unhappy for a woman about to be fucked,” he said, shifting her so she was held straight up against his chest, facing him.

“I just wish I was getting fucked more,” she said.

He grinned, then thrust up into her wet cunt.

She cried out, throwing her head back so she didn’t deafen him, and clung to his torso, legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Her cry became a moan as he let gravity do the work, her body sliding slowly down onto his prick. When she felt his balls press against her labia, she sighed happily. “Now that’s what I remember,” she said. Chas wasn’t small by any means…except in comparison to the monster she had inside her.

His grin widened as he started giving it to her, fat cock almost tickling the neck of her womb when he slammed it balls-deep inside her. His big hands, grasping her round ass, as much moved her up and down on his member as his hips thrust in and out of her fuckhole. She gritted her teeth, little squeaks escaping nonetheless. He drilled her sopping cunny so hard he was letting out little grunts of discomfort every time his sac smacked against her loins. He’d claimed to be so close before she wondered dif he wasn’t doing that to delay his orgasm.

Then she wasn’t wondering much. He altered his stance so that where was more of a gap between their bodies, allowing him to slide a hand between them to rub at her clit, even as his massive cock wrecked her pussy. The new angle even let him hit the tender spot inside her, and she clawed at his back, clinging to him in desperation while he ripped an orgasm from her body. She could have resisted, but what would be the fun in that?

When she came, she shrieked again, abused cunt gushing, nails digging into his back while her toes curled up. The pleasure of it seemed to spread throughout her body in random bursts, making her twitch and spasm. His hips continued rocking, each gentle motion making her tremble.

The last echo died, and she managed to calm her muscles. After the initial scream, she’d locked her eyes on his, and had kept up the gaze through her entire climax—her eyes had seemed to be the only thing she could control. Now, the moment passed, she leaned in and kissed him.

He smiled, eased her off his dick, and set her on the floor—then pressed on her shoulders. She chuckled and knelt, kissing the glistening tip of his cock, and exulted in his weak moan. Then, opening wide, she engulfed him, taking the thick shaft in her mouth, pausing when she felt the bulbous head press against her esophagus, and finally swallowed.

It was hard work, giving him a proper throating; she supposed Chas had spoiled her, being just big enough to feel large, but small enough that giving him a throatjob was simple. Nonetheless, she took more and more steadily, throat bulging as her lips pressed against his crotch. Her eyes bulged, too, as before she could start pulling away, he gripped her head in his powerful hands, holding her in place.

She looked up, and he met her eyes, fondly stroking her face. She relaxed, her tongue caressing him, trusting he knew what he was doing. He moved his feet a little farther apart, and began to thrust his pelvis back and forth, short, brisk strokes, her saliva dribbling down her chin and dripping off onto her teats.

As her lungs started to ache, he released her; she slumped onto all fours, breathing desperately. She was fine in a moment, and resumed sucking him, though she didn’t take more than a few inches this time. Just to get him back, she deliberately did all she could to make it feel as good as possible without actually letting him cum.

He grew impatient, and pushed her head back down on his cock, as deep as she could take it. She let him, loving the feel of a shaft in her throat and not minding a little breath play. As if she couldn’t breathe already, he pinched her nostrils shut while moving her back and forth along the last couple inches of his cock, the meat never removed from her throat. That was all right, too, it added flavor. To play along, she gargled in the back of her throat, pretended to choke; a few years came, but she didn’t blink them away, letting them run down her cheeks to mingle with the drool on her chin.

At last, he let her go, and she braced herself with her hands on his legs while she got her breath back—and then went right back to sucking his cock. This time, she didn’t even move past the head, tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, practically daring him to take control again. But again, she was disappointed (if just a little)e when he made no move to violate her throat further, groaning as she teased his prick, his big hands petting her hair. He’d apparently decided he wanted to cum more than playing the game. Still, there was…compensation.

Her tongue stopped dancing over his prick, instead stroking the head vigorously. The stud rubbed over his hole, making him gasp; a gentle suck on the tip, and with a roar, he came. She put her hands to work, jerking him off and massaging his balls. She didn’t know if it worked, but it certainly felt like she squeezed more cum out of him that way. The loads he dropped on her tongue were amazing. She’d planned to wait until he was done before swallowing, but it felt like her mouth might overflow. She gulped down his hot spunk, loving the taste, coaxing every drop out of him that she could.

When he was done, he walked on shaky legs to the wall nearest Frey and Qin, and slid down the wall. He smiled at her, then leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Xayara regained her feet, stretching in what she knew to be a rather shamelessly erotic fashion. She saw, in the corner of her eye, the drow male watching her, but he wasn’t her target. She wasn’t going to take a chance at this point—she was too much in the mood for a long, hard…night.

She went to Chas, and before he could say a word, straddled him, sliding herself down on his cock.

“What…?” he began.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she purred.


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Post Re: The Misadventures Of Xayara Xex (Chapter 4, part 1)
I return once again. Just the beginning of the chapter. Not much sex in it...but hoo boy, wait for later installments.

Sex: F/A (extr, tent, TP, impl), M/F (futa, pie), H/H (mast, impl, intr, extr, preg)

The scene was surprising, because it didn’t excite her in the least. Normally, watching a beautiful girl being ravished by dozens of flexible, vaguely phallic limbs would have her clamoring to join in, or at least masturbate while watching. She was almost embarrassed at how unentertaining she found the whole thing.

The slave they had selected was undeniably beautiful, a slim human woman, with perhaps a touch of elven blood, and she was even, Xayara though, having orgasms. But even when she came, she didn’t react, or make much noise beyond a grunt. She’d seen more reaction from the undead the less reputable brothels in O’rache’el had sometimes used.

We would know why she does not react as you do, her “interpreter” said. Even during climax there is not much sensation that we can detect.

“Tell me,” she said, “what happens to those you feed on for some time?”

They become listless. They lack energy. Eventually they will not eat or drink. They are disposed of. She eyed it warily. We have not fed from you or your companions, it said, a little too quick on the defense for her liking.

“Well,” she said eventually, “if I had to guess, I’d wager that you do more than drain emotion. After a while, they’re unable to react to physical sensation, either.”

But they have come under attack and shied from pain.

She didn’t ask how they’d tested that. “Because they don’t want to die—yet. But if they can’t enjoy something, why bother reacting?”

Yet we cannot even feel an orgasm.

She had a thought. “Here’s a question. Do you sense physical reaction…or someone’s emotional reaction to it?” It stared at her. “By which I mean, do you sense the pleasure, or the person’s interpretation of it?”

The creature looked stunned, if such was possible.

“What happens to those you don’t feed on for a while? Do they recover?”

We have not tried such, it said.

“Perhaps you should,” she said. She hesitated then, but decided to say it anyway, as they might well read her mind if she hesitated. “Perhaps you should leave her with us, as well. We’ll see if we can’t nurse her back to health.”

Its look of bewilderment intensifying, it conferred with its fellows. There were long moments where all she “heard” was the deep thrumming that indicated psionics use to her. Finally, they agreed, but made no move to free the girl.

Very well. We shall test your hypothesis. Still, none of them made any move to release the girl.

Xayara decided not to push harder, and let her guide take her back to her cell.


Some time later, as Chas drilled out her pussy from behind, the door opened. He began to slow, but with a desperate gesture she coaxed him to keep going, hips slapping noisily against hers. He leaned into it, the hands that had been stroking her breasts shifting to rub her pussy and pull her hair, his own breasts mashed against her back.

She wriggled a bit, her back arching to rub his nipples. Likely he was trying to cum before their captors, for lack of a better term, decided to take an interest. It still made him uneasy. Pity for him he had demonstrated such admirable stamina.

Still, she reflected as the devourers noticed them and began to watch in that way that told her they were feeling through her—if she knew of his discomfort, it would be cruel not to help him along. She’d been taking cock, enjoying the force of him overpowering her, but now began to caress him with her cunt walls, kneading his cock as though she was trying to milk out his semen. She reached past his hand, still playing with her swollen clit, to fondle his swinging balls. He had to shorten his strokes to avoid a painful accident, but that allowed him to fuck her faster, harder… His breathing was loud in her ears, harsh and ragged even as he licked and kissed and nibbled the points.

“Mmm, fuck me, yes,” she groaned. “Hurry, love, please, faster, faster…” Somehow he complied, and her cries filled the little room.

“Ungh…Xayara…I…” And then his breaths came sharp and fast, a series of gasps as his balls twitched in her fingers and emptied themselves into her. She released his sac, allowing him to straighten up and hammer his last few thrusts home while she played with her clit and met his hips going back each time. When he gave one last thrust, pumping forward firmly to push her to the ground, it was his cock shooting a last spurt of his jism into her womb that made her cum.

The reaction from their audience, now a crowd of at least a dozen of the creatures, was astonishing. They writhed as though in agony, though she knew it to be ecstasy, long limbs thrashing. One collapsed, almost gently, like a melting wax statue, into a boneless puddle on the floor. It was similar to previous reactions, but far more intense—the most violent she’d seen from them yet.

She wriggled out from under Chas and went for her pack. By that point, they’d been given back their property, even their clothes, though Xayara had convinced Chas there wasn’t much point in wearing it. More importantly, though, she’d been given back her special pack, and all its contents…including the potions that had kept her happily childless for…oh, it had to be eighty years of whoring.

A thought occurred to her as she pulled a bottle out and drank it. In the face of mindreaders—albeit ones who didn’t probe too deep—she attempted to file it away while they recovered.

“The reason for his unexpected honor?” she said, a bit breathily, when the puddle had been helped back to its “feet”.

We have decided to test your theory. The group parted, and four people—a drow male, an orc male, an orc female, and a human female—were herded (there was no other word for it) into the room. They looked glum. Worse, she corrected herself, they looked blank. Not even bored, but empty.

She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m thinking the race and gender split wasn’t an accident?”

These are all we know you have interacted with or would like to, it said—and she was getting good enough that she thought she could see defensiveness in its body language.

“I’m not complaining,” she said. She went up to the orc male, noting with more than a little interest that he was even bigger—in every way—than most orc males. Cautiously, she waved her hand in front of his face. His expression didn’t change.

She withheld a sigh. They were pretty far gone. For an orc to not even react to such a condescending gesture…

“Have they eaten?” she asked.

They have had an early meal. It has been some time.

She went to her pack and took some blocks of dried fruit, pressing one into the hands of each of them. They felt those new items for a moment without looking, then glanced down. Wordless, they took a piece in their mouths and chewed, swallowing eventually. She doubted whether they would have had different expression had she given them ambrosia, or tricked tem into eating shit.

Well, they still wanted to live, or at least didn’t want to die. With time…they might get better.

She looked at the human. She was a little plain, but not unattractive—and definitely not the woman she’d seen earlier. “What about the one I saw before?” she said.

She would not eat.

She fought to keep a straight face as her blood ran cold, meaningless as success would be. “All right. Well, I’m tired. If you want a show, you’ll have to come back later.”

They filed out. Even so, Xayara didn’t trust herself with her own thoughts. How did you plan a mass breakout from prisons run by telepaths?


Xayara and Chas didn’t have sex in their cell for days afterwards. She’d considered it, but Chas, seeing their cellmates’ listlessness, was in no mood. Even Xayara would have had to work for it to really enjoy it.

Thankfully, they were “bathed” elsewhere. Their daily cleanings were done by the devourers’ mental powers, but weekly they were taken to a sort of hot spring. Apparently, hot water had hygienic properties beyond removing dirt.

In any case, after a week of abstention—aside from Xayara’s masturbating once a night after everyone else was a sleep and she could pretend their new friends’ rhythmic breathing was for that—they were more than ready to fuck in the back. By the time they were done, they needed another long bath, and for preference, a nap.

By the end of the second week, the new group was showing some improvement. She’d taken to sleeping near them, even cuddling with them and hoping for a response after she finished masturbating. One night, the human girl, with pale skin and red hair, rolled over…and watched her frig, eyes wide in shock. Xayara noticed, and held her gaze even as she sped up her stroking, plunging fingers.

She imagined the girl on her hands and knees, begging to serve, kissing her feet. She imagined taming the human, bringing her to heel through strict discipline for failures and loving rewards for excellent service. She imagined the fully-broken slave girl begging her mistress for punishment for a transgression Xayara hadn’t even known she’d committed.

She imagined learning magic, growing a cock, taking the young woman to the next stage of slavery, calling her wife, impregnating her. And as her breasts swelled with milk and her belly grew great with child, she stroked her stomach and looked up and said, “I love you, Xayara.”

The fantasy covered years but took mere minutes, and she gasped quietly as she came while still looking into the woman’s eyes. The girl bit her lip and actually shied a bit when Xayara climaxed, but otherwise remained still, eyes wide.

Xayara lay down beside her, pulled her close. The girl clung to her almost desperately, relaxing a bit when Xayara stroked her hair.

At least, she mused, there was hope for this one.


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Post Re: The Misadventures Of Xayara Xex (Chapter 3, part 4, fina
Chapter 4, part 2

Sex: F/F (intr, trib, oral, forc), M/F/F (intr, oral, forc)

The rest of the group followed suit. This was heartening for Xayara—if they could only find some way out, or even some way to kill all the devourers, it meant more of the captives might recover. It presented its own problem, however. There were now six people, more or less fully functional, and two animals in a room that had been small before. There were also three distinct races, about three different age groups, and if you counted Chas, two and a half sexes.

Xayara knew the problems were only beginning. Now, it was simple social friction. But it had been over two weeks and their hosts hadn't asked for a show; it would be coming any day, she thought. She had to find a way to broach the topic with them, and convince them to play along.

The first thing was to calm the human, a girl named Qin, who was happy to speak with someone who knew her language, even if she was a drow with a very noticeable accent. She was somewhat plain, but in decent shape now that she wasn't having her self drained from her.

She was understandably nervous when Xayara dropped hints and innuendos, but also seemed intrigued. The drow didn’t push the subject, not doing much more than touching her hand. She wouldn't be able to close the deal with the girl first.

She spoke with the dark elf male next, named Du’zhen, pleased to see he still retained a healthy respect for females. She was all for men being equal, but a more than a few males she’d met had taken it too far the other way, losing all politeness. She was able to be blunt with him, and to her surprised her seemed eager to engage, even when she explained what was at stake.

After speaking with Du’zhen, she fucked Chas, and made no attempt to be discreet. Though it made her feel dirty, and not in a good way, she even screamed more than was strictly necessary. But it was all towards a purpose.

The maxim “actions speak louder than words” was believed by some to be en elven bastardization of the old orc aphorism “talk or fight”. However, the orcs were being metaphorical, which they so often were. A contextual translation made it into something more like “talk or do”. The orcs came at things from the other side—while many races believed in talking things out and taking action when done or when there was no other choice, orcs generally acted first and talked later, under the assumption that one’s words were more convincing when others had already seen the conviction behind them.

Xayara understood this better than most non-orcs, and so had decided to show their orc friends that she was quite willing to suit her actions to words before even opening her mouth.

“They do not show mercy,” she said to the two of them the day after fucking Chas. She spoke Orcish, not Drow, “Undercommon”—as Chas called the trade tongue of the deep—or Common. They could probably speak at least a little in other languages, but using their own language would be polite, and might impress them. Xayara was much more fluent in Orcish than the common tongue of the surface, if only due to experience, but her accent was even thicker. Common was necessarily a rather broad and flat language, cobbled together from the easiest sounds to produce from a dozen races’ languages, but Orcish was harsh and guttural, and she always felt ridiculously prissy when speaking it.

The two of them didn’t seem to mind, though. “What do you mean?” the male asked.

“You aren’t being set free. They expect you to be entertainment instead of food.” She paused, then added, “And if you aren’t good entertainment, you’ll go back to being food.”

“What kind of entertainment?” he asked, though he had a shrewd look on his face. She knew he knew what she meant.

“Fucking,” she said, never one to mince words. After another moment’s hesitation, she said, “They watch and feel through our bodies and get off on it.” She’d searched for the Orcish word for
“vicariously”, but it hadn’t come to mind.

“How do you know?” the female said. She seemed suspicious, and Xayara couldn’t tell why.

“Because the pale human and I have been performing for them for some time. I think they’re curious. They don’t understand sex. It’s as much experiment as it is entertainment. But they do enjoy it.”

“So?” he said. The female continued to give her an insolent look.

“Unless I miss my guess, they think they’ll get more pleasure the more people are involved. They’ll probably try to get us all to go at once. Even Chas’s—that’s the pale human’s—wolves. They’ve done that with me, too.” The male seemed to be entertaining the thought in his mind; the female didn’t seem to know whether to be impressed or disgusted.

“Assuming we believe you—and I do, and thank you for the warning—” This drew a renewed glare from the female. “—what can we do but go along?”

She shrugged. “Exactly. But if we’re going to go along, we might as well enjoy ourselves.” She placed a hand on his leg, and smiled.

A soft growl, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it—and she wasn’t sure he could hear it, either—caught her attention. She turned to the female. She wasn’t sure the orc even knew what she was doing, but she was definitely having a jealous reaction. It was surprising, as much because Xayara hadn’t anticipated it as it had seemed unlikely. Had the two of them been chosen because they had a prior relationship? Of course, orc females tended to be possessive towards their males, even males that weren’t quite theirs…

But there was an easy solution to that, also born of orc culture. “The problem, of course,” she said, “is group sex. They will expect that from us. We’ll need to be used to that to make it good for them.” She crawled into the surprised orc female’s lap. “Have you done many orgies?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.

“None, actually,” the orc said, and Xayara was impressed at the steadiness in her voice.

“Then you’ll need to practice, I think.” She kissed the orc woman’s full lips and drew her into an embrace.

Xayara was further pleased at how quickly the other recovered, her own powerful arms pulling Xayara’s comparatively tiny frame into a hug that almost crushed her, their breasts mashing together, the orc kissing back fiercely. She showed a habit of biting, nipping on Xayara’s tongue as it explored her new friend’s mouth.

Orcs had little use for foreplay, but even Xayara, who had experience with males and females of the race, was a little surprised at how quickly the orc’s thick but nimble fingers began stroking the drow’s pussy. Xayara was a little more circumspect about matching her, caressing the orc’s puffy labia until she was sure they were nice and wet before pushing in.

The two of them wriggled, joined at the mouth, fingers in each other’s cunts, grinding lightly against each other. The orc’s tongue was big, thick, powerful, but Xayara’s was more nimble, and far more skilled, and before long she was schooling the bigger woman in how to kiss.

They seemed to be stuck permanently together, mouth to mouth, their fingers never quite leaving each other’s wet holes. They began to grind more vigorously, thighs wet with lust. Xayara finally let her fingers slip out of the orc’s cunny, now rubbing one thigh with care over her partner’s clit, squeezing and fondling her firm, muscled ass. The orc, again, was more brusque, working a slick finger into Xayara’s asshole.

They began to writhe in time, pussies pressed together. Xayara angled herself so their clits touched, too, having to break the kiss a moment to do it. “By the way,” she panted, “my name is Xayara.”

“Frey,” the orc groaned.

“A pleasure,” Xayara said, smirking, before leaning in to kiss her again.

The two of them abandoned kissing soon after, though; it was much easier and more pleasing to trib if they were leaning slightly away from each other. They didn’t talk much, despite their unoccupied mouths. Xayara smiled and licked her lips; Frey gritted her teeth, as though concentrating. The orc’s chest was heaving, and Xayara, gaze ficked on it, reached out to stroke the pleasantly pale green, sweat-slick breasts. They weren’t as big as Chas’s, or even hers, though Frey’s broadly-built chest made them appear a bit larger, but they were very firm.

The orc’s expression became almost desperate as Xayara fondled her teats. Frey reached out herself, her longer arms allowing her to more easily play with Xayara’s boobs. Her expression retained its near-dismayed cast, however. For Xayara, the caress was icing. For Frey, it was threatening to be the pebble that broke the rothé’s back.

Frey whimpered, pulling back and away from Xayara’s hands. Xayara was little disappointed at the loss of the orc’s powerful fingers, but took delight in knowing she was overwhelming her partner. She sat up, pushing Frey onto her back, then rolling her onto her side, grasping the orc woman’s powerful leg and stroking the thigh, kissing her calf and foot, grinding her cunt into Frey’s all the while.

Frey was crying out by this point, little spasms rippling through her body, foreshadowing the orgasm Xayara could tell was bearing down on her. The drow whore altered her methods slightly, still rubbing at Frey’s slit with her own, even grinding against the same spots that threatened to make the pretty orc cum, but now doing it so her own hot buttons were pushed, too.

The orc thrashed as she came seconds later, shrieking obscenities in Orcish, twitching so powerfully she broke from Xayara’s grip. Her hips alternately seemed to be trying to hump the floor or throw her round, firm ass high into the air. Xayara grinned, “mounting” her from behind, straddling one thigh and riding it, her own leg rubbing Frey’s cunt and making her sob, the orc’s clit and labia still hypersensitive.

Mewling sounds came from Frey, but she didn’t protest, even though Xayara was willing to bet the touch hurt as much as it felt good. Maybe she was being polite, or feeling submissive. Either way, Xayara didn’t care, as the smooth skin of the orc’s thigh felt delightful againsther own clitty and cunt-lips.

She orgasmed with a shout, her juices splashing against Frey’s leg. The elf’s lover trembled with relief when the constant over-stimulation of her quim finally ended, and moaned with contentment as Xayara stroked her sweaty back.

“I think we’ve played enough,” Xayara said, still in Orcish. “Let’s move on to the real fun.”

“Hmmm…?” Frey sounded sleepy. The poor thing was in for a long night.

Xayara beckoned the male to her. He told her his name was Grolk as he brazenly pawed her tits. She pushed him away, only half-teasing, and then explained what she wanted. Grolk smiled.

He knelt before Frey’s prone form and spoke to her in soft, tender tones. Xayara allowed herself a wry smile. Orcish was a fascinating language, full of idiosyncrasies. The sweet nothings he was whispering, in context, meant something like, “I want your mouth, pet,” and would be taken as such. Literally, the sentence translated to “Your jaws will open before my manhood, fuck-pig.”

Frey responded to the contextual meaning, smiling and licking her lips, raising herself up on her forearms. As her head bobbed foreward to take Grolk’s cock, big even by orc standards, Xayara got on all fours behind the orc woman, lifting her ass back into the air and stroking her pussy. The admired how the orc had kept her red-brown pubes neat, if not quite as sparse as Xayara would have liked.

Admiration done with, she dove in.

Her mouth full of cock, Frey could only make a muffled squeal in response. The dark elf soon found that the other woman was easy prey for her, either due to a general weakness or not having been eaten by anyone of Xayara’s skill. Even as Frey’s head bobbed and her thick tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, a respectable length of cock between her lips, her body began to quiver again. She cried out in pleasure as another orgasm bore down on her.

Xayara showed no mercy when it hit, rolling onto her back to the orc was effectively straddling her face. She shifted her mouth’s focus to Frey’s tender clit and adding fingers into the mix, three in her fuckhole and two in her ass. The shrieks echoing in the tiny chamber became tinged with pain, even as Xayara felt Frey’s cunt begin to clench again, hypersensitivity having made forcing the orgasm a simple matter.

By this point, Frey was beginning to gurgle on Grolk’s shaft, the head finally starting to push into her throat. In deference to Xayara’s instructions, Grolk wasn’t doing much to speed his orgasm, letting Frey do most of the work, though he stroked her auburn hair and idly groped her breasts. But as she lost control to Xayara, she seemed unable to continue.

Though she knew it had to be as much agony as ecstasy, Xayara was pitiless. If anything, she intensified her attentions, curling her tongue so it tickled Frey’s labia as well as her clit, her fingers buried to the last knuckle in both cunt and ass and pumping at speed. Frey gamely tried to continue, but her third—and before that was even done, fourth!—orgasms, forced from her pleasure-wracked body, made her choke. She gagged and spit out Grolk’s member, her front half collapsing as she wailed in exquisite agony.

Xayara worked another orgasm out of the orc girl—and on reflection she was the orc was indeed very young, barely into womanhood—then at least relented, doing nothing more intense than stroking Frey’s hips. Frey quaked and cried, and finally stilled after several long moments, her pussy actually squirting a tiny jet of girlcum onto Xayara’s chest at the tail end of her fifth and final orgasm.

“Seems you were wrong,” Xayara said, crawling out from under the young orc woman and allowing her to collapse to the floor again. “The little fuck-pig—” and in the context Xayara was using, the word had a much more derogatory meaning—“wasn’t eager to suck cock.” She rolled Frey over using her foot. “Maybe she wants that cock elsewhere.”

Grolk grinned and knelt between her legs. Xayara grinned right back, kneeling behind Frey, picking her up and letting her lean, still quivering, into a gentle embrace, and kissed her forehead. She rubbed the orc’s belly, marveling at the well-defined muscles, and squeezed one breast, kissing the slightly pointed ear.

She closed her eyes and drank in the sound of Frey’s moan as Grolk eased his enormous cock into the young woman’s cunt.

Xayara continued to hold and caress Frey, who was beginning to look almost frightened, and not because of Grolk’s size. She seemed more startled to have had so many orgasms and experienced so much pleasure, as if such was a new and confusing experience for her. Xayara kept her wrapped in a hug, hoping the tenderness would soothe her, but soon became impatient.

“Will you please me?” she murmured in Frey’s ear, watching with delight as Grolk’s cock pounded in and out of the girl’s pussy.

“Yes!” the orc cried. “Oh, fuck yes!” Given how her previous cries of lust were nonverbal, Xayara decided to count that as assent, and laid frey onto her back before straddling her face.

“Get to it,” she said in her most commanding tone, then shuddered. Frey’s mouth wasn’t skilled, but in her lust fueled high she was as eager as any, tongue licking at an incredible speed, fingers probing Xayara’s cunt and ass. The drow gave a happy wriggle, then leaned forward, intent on the orc woman’s pussy and the massive dick drilling into her hot core.

To her dismay, she found her wonderfully lusty new friend was too tall; lying lengthwise she had a bad angle at best. She could use her fingers, of course, but where was the artistry in that?

She was lifted halfway upright by a pair of big hands, and had a glimpse of a porcine if not exactly unpleasant face before Grolk kissed her. She moaned, leaning into it as her pussy was devoured. He wasn’t half-bad, though her estimation was probably improved by his huge hands pawing her breasts. The thick fingers were much more nimble than she expected, and seemed intrigued that each nipple was pierced not once, but twice.

She pulled away after taking her measure, biting her lip at Frey’s tongue, its voraciousness undiminished. He leaned in and pulled on her rings, but she resisted for half a moment while her hands found Frey’s own firm bust. Then, with a playful whimper, she met him for another kiss. This one didn’t last near so long, as she broke it to kiss his chin, lick his throat, nuzzle his chest, before she found stiff dark nipples to lick and suck and nibble.

Grolk’s rhythm through it all was unbroken, his fat cock still not balls-deep within Frey’s pussy as his hands mauled Xayara’s tits. Xayara visited every punishment inflicted to her own boobs on Frey’s; though her hands weren’t as big, neither were Frey’s teats. Frey was not dismayed at the rough treatment, her cries, muffled by a mouthful of cuntflesh, nonetheless sounding more of pleasure than pain to Xayara’s practiced ear, and grew louder still when one of Xayara’s hands left the orc’s tits to play with her swollen clit.

When the orc woman orgasmed again, Xayara leaned up from slathering her affection on Grolk’s chest to whisper in his ear. He grinned and nodded.

Frey gave a long, low moan as Grolk eased out of her, then a yelp when he and Xayara flipped her over onto all fours. Lifting her firm ass in the air, Grolk much less gently pushed back into her dripping pussy. Before Frey could squawk too much at the massive dick invading her cunt, Xayara sat down in front of her, pushing the orc’s face into a bald black pussy.

No words were needed; Frey’s eagerness was not diminished by the change of position. Grolk’s energetic, powerful thrusts only seemed to make her lustier still. Xayara shivered as Frey’s tongue went deeper than ever, long fingers actually reaching that delicate spot within her.

Grolk was slamming into Frey hard enough to make Xayara think twice about fucking him (though the answer after both thoughts was “Yes”), and it proved too much. When Frey came yet again, hips pumping, screams muffled, Xayara took one look at her expression, and combined with the pleasure racing through her own body, found it to be exquisite. She pinched and twisted her own nipples, and before Frey was even ready to let Grolk fuck her again, Xayara cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around Frey’s fingers, and she squirted onto the orc’s face.

Xayara stroked the orc’s thick brown hair with more than a little fondness…then grinned at her, and scurried underneath headfirst. She patted Grolk’s pillar-like shaft, and the big man resumed his reaming of Frey, even when the young woman sobbed “Wait, wait…”

The whore knew why she was protesting; Xayara had been there herself. Cumming too much made her pussy too sensitive, so even the most delicate touch was painful. Some women could only cum once before they needed a break, or at least a less-intense bridge to the next session. Xayara’s threshold tended to be rather ridiculously high, so much so other women she confided in wondered how she knew, as plainly no one session could cause that many orgasms. Frey was quite capable of cumming multiple times, it seemed, but had a low ceiling.

That was the point. Her suggestion to Grolk had been to make Frey either pass out or beg for mercy. So, to help that along, Xayara began by stroking her pussy and clit, then leaned up and began to lap at her, aiming an occasional kiss or lick or nip at Grolk’s balls.

Frey’s shrieks came unabated now, and she seemed to be invoking every orc god Xayara had ever heard of, and more than a few she hadn’t. She seemed unable to do anything but take it, grabbing onto Xayara’s legs to steady herself as she had her first squirting orgasm, juices dousing Xayara’s face and Grolk’s sac…and it didn’t stop. She came, and came, her pussy gushing seemingly without end. Her screams had turned wordless again, as though she were unable to speak—and she might well have been, Xayara mused, reflecting on some of her own more powerful orgasms.

After over a minute of this, Frey’s fuckhole stopped spraying, her arms crumbling beneath her, torso flopping town onto Xayara’s abdomen, head resting on her thighs. Having a feeling, Xayara squeezed one of Grolk’s legs, having to dig her nails in before he noticed and stopped his frenzied pumping.

When he finally did stop, Xayara eased Frey’s limp body off the end of his dick, rolling her onto her back. Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful, her tits rising and falling rhythmically. She was clearly unconscious. The two of them propped her up in the corner she and Grolk normally slept in.

Hesitant, almost shy, Qin came over and cuddled with Frey, almost immediately fell asleep herself. Xayara, though she would normally find such a scene adorable, only had eyes for the cock that was as thick as her forearm. She knelt and sucked it into her mouth, struggling to swallow it.

“You like her taste?” he rumbled.

“Mm-hm,” she said. Cock drenched in pussy juice was just about her favorite snack, the best of both worlds. About the only thing better was eating cum out from a pussy, though her actual preference depended on her mood.

It took a minute, but she finally gulped him down, allowing her to suck Frey’s juices from the last couple of inches “honestly”. When she released his cock, like a conjurer pulling a sword out of a small pouch, he groaned, “Good. Now—”

“Not done yet,” she said, and began licking his dripping balls clean of the orc woman’s girlcum, too. He panted, running thick fingers through her messy hair, while she sucked down very last drop from his scrotum.

“Mmm…and now?” she said, looking up at him with her best “innocent” eyes and licking her lips “nervously”.

“Now I taste elf,” he said, scooping her up and draping her legs over his shoulders to nuzzle and lick at her pussy.

“Oh, oh…” She grasped at his head as his tongue curled to caress to already-soaked cunt lips. “Turn me over!”

“Hmmm?” he said. The vibration felt good, but she almost laughed at his tone of polite inquiry.

“Head…down,” she panted.

“Ahh.” Helped by her flexibility, he was able to turn her over so her head was pointed at the floor, then resumed lavishing her cunt with his tongue’s affections.

Like Frey, he was a bit too tall for her to blow him easily. Unlike her, though, he had a cock that could be tipped upwards for her to suck. She wasn’t able to get the whole thing, of course, but that was fine. As long as she had something to suck…

His fingers and tongue were unsubtle, but skilled, and very aggressive. She sighed and groaned as he licked her clit, and two, then four fingers were shoved into her hole. Her tongue wrapped around his pole while she slurped the bulbous head. When she ran her tongue stud over the pisshole, his knees buckled, briefly.

“Mm!” he grunted, pulling her away, and she yelped as she whirled around through the air, ending up cradled in his arms like a child. “Got a little close,” he said, by way of explanation.

“So?” she said, pouting a bit. “I could get you going again.”

“Maybe,” he said, nodding. “But I’d get tired before long.”

She noticed he was rather sweaty, and harrumphed. “All right,” she said, disappointed her fun was going to be cut short.

“You sound unhappy for a woman about to be fucked,” he said, shifting her so she was held straight up against his chest, facing him.

“I just wish I was getting fucked more,” she said.

He grinned, then thrust up into her wet cunt.

She cried out, throwing her head back so she didn’t deafen him, and clung to his torso, legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Her cry became a moan as he let gravity do the work, her body sliding slowly down onto his prick. When she felt his balls press against her labia, she sighed happily. “Now that’s what I remember,” she said. Chas wasn’t small by any means…except in comparison to the monster she had inside her.

His grin widened as he started giving it to her, fat cock almost tickling the neck of her womb when he slammed it balls-deep inside her. His big hands, grasping her round ass, as much moved her up and down on his member as his hips thrust in and out of her fuckhole. She gritted her teeth, little squeaks escaping nonetheless. He drilled her sopping cunny so hard he was letting out little grunts of discomfort every time his sac smacked against her loins. He’d claimed to be so close before she wondered dif he wasn’t doing that to delay his orgasm.

Then she wasn’t wondering much. He altered his stance so that where was more of a gap between their bodies, allowing him to slide a hand between them to rub at her clit, even as his massive cock wrecked her pussy. The new angle even let him hit the tender spot inside her, and she clawed at his back, clinging to him in desperation while he ripped an orgasm from her body. She could have resisted, but what would be the fun in that?

When she came, she shrieked again, abused cunt gushing, nails digging into his back while her toes curled up. The pleasure of it seemed to spread throughout her body in random bursts, making her twitch and spasm. His hips continued rocking, each gentle motion making her tremble.

The last echo died, and she managed to calm her muscles. After the initial scream, she’d locked her eyes on his, and had kept up the gaze through her entire climax—her eyes had seemed to be the only thing she could control. Now, the moment passed, she leaned in and kissed him.

He smiled, eased her off his dick, and set her on the floor—then pressed on her shoulders. She chuckled and knelt, kissing the glistening tip of his cock, and exulted in his weak moan. Then, opening wide, she engulfed him, taking the thick shaft in her mouth, pausing when she felt the bulbous head press against her esophagus, and finally swallowed.

It was hard work, giving him a proper throating; she supposed Chas had spoiled her, being just big enough to feel large, but small enough that giving him a throatjob was simple. Nonetheless, she took more and more steadily, throat bulging as her lips pressed against his crotch. Her eyes bulged, too, as before she could start pulling away, he gripped her head in his powerful hands, holding her in place.

She looked up, and he met her eyes, fondly stroking her face. She relaxed, her tongue caressing him, trusting he knew what he was doing. He moved his feet a little farther apart, and began to thrust his pelvis back and forth, short, brisk strokes, her saliva dribbling down her chin and dripping off onto her teats.

As her lungs started to ache, he released her; she slumped onto all fours, breathing desperately. She was fine in a moment, and resumed sucking him, though she didn’t take more than a few inches this time. Just to get him back, she deliberately did all she could to make it feel as good as possible without actually letting him cum.

He grew impatient, and pushed her head back down on his cock, as deep as she could take it. She let him, loving the feel of a shaft in her throat and not minding a little breath play. As if she couldn’t breathe already, he pinched her nostrils shut while moving her back and forth along the last couple inches of his cock, the meat never removed from her throat. That was all right, too; it added flavor. To play along, she gargled in the back of her throat, pretended to choke; a few tears came, but she didn’t blink them away, letting them run down her cheeks to mingle with the drool on her chin.

At last, he let her go, and she braced herself with her hands on his legs while she got her breath back—and then went right back to sucking his cock. This time, she didn’t even move past the head, tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, practically daring him to take control again. But again, she was disappointed (if just a little) when he made no move to violate her throat further, groaning as she teased his prick, his big hands petting her hair. He’d apparently decided he wanted to cum more than playing the game. Still, there was…compensation.

Her tongue stopped dancing over his prick, instead stroking the head vigorously. The stud rubbed over his hole, making him gasp; a gentle suck on the tip, and with a roar, he came. She put her hands to work, jerking him off and massaging his balls. She didn’t know if it worked, but it certainly felt like she squeezed more cum out of him that way. The loads he dropped on her tongue were amazing. She’d planned to wait until he was done before swallowing, but it felt like her mouth might overflow. She gulped down his hot spunk, loving the taste, coaxing every drop out of him that she could.

When he was done, he walked on shaky legs to the wall nearest Frey and Qin, and slid down the wall. He smiled at her, then leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Xayara regained her feet, stretching in what she knew to be a rather shamelessly erotic fashion. She saw, in the corner of her eye, the drow male watching her, but he wasn’t her target. She wasn’t going to take a chance at this point—she was too much in the mood for a long, hard…night.

She went to Chas, and before he could say a word, straddled him, sliding herself down on his cock.

“What…?” he began.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she purred.


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