The usual disclaimer about the tone of the last section applies.
About the time Triander Vishra’s audience with Her Majesty was completed and he was exiting the Palace with the Shipbuilding Bill signed and finalized, Lord Petras Asquinn entered Jemella Vishra’s bedchamber.
It was obvious Lady Jemella knew how the vote had gone. She was already naked on top of the covers, ready to give Asquinn his reward for voting correctly. As he approached her bed, she spread her legs to reveal her vagina, open and gleaming.
He was soon as naked as she was. Penis hard and swinging stiffly, Asquinn climbed on top, ready for sex.
Jemella grunted in discomfort as Asquinn entered her quim without ceremony. She was disappointed he was already tipsy and too addled by alcohol to think about any foreplay. Imagine being drunk so early, she thought disdainfully. Or maybe he had just not sobered up from last night?
Jemella wrapped her arms around him. He fucked away with little regard for the female under him. She endured his incompetent humping. What a shame he used such a nice sized penis so ineptly. Maybe if he ever sobered up he would use it to better effect.
He took Jemella’s nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. He pushed hard into her several times. He grunted as his hips jerked. She knew he was shooting his sperm into her. He collapsed on top of her, sighing happily. The whole thing had taken 157 seconds.
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Despite her gruff treatment of Diamander so far, Captain Coranis was rather pleased to have a Vishra male on board. It had been years ago that Diamander’s Grandfather, the Old Lord Vishra, had taken Abella Coranis to bed.
That was the year she had convinced a group of wealthy Qeynos merchants to form a shipping company. Coranis had insisted to her partners that the Vishra Shipyard be contracted to build their new ship, to be named The Prize of Prexus. Not trusting others to look after construction, Coranis had been down in the shipyard almost daily and had bickered with the Old Marshall over every small detail. She was annoyed by any example of poor craftsmanship she discovered, demanding only the best work be done. Smitten by her good looks, Old Vishra had tolerated her demands, bordering though they were on plain rudeness.
As the ship neared the date of launch, Coranis had requested yet another small modification. It was a minor thing and she had been annoyed when the Old Marshall had told her “I am afraid there will be a fee for that, Captain.”
Captain Coranis had not been able to hide her annoyance but was too impatient to have her new ship and so had merely snapped “I would have thought you were making enough coin off of me and my partners, Marshall...but, fine. How much gold are you needing to do this?”
Old Vishra had not wanted more gold. He had pulled Coranis close and ran his gnarled old hands all over her firm round buttocks, squeezing each cheek in turn.
He had done that right in front of all the shipyard workers. Several nudged their coworkers and a dozen lewd grins watched the Old Man feeling Coranis up, each craftsman wishing it was he that could grab a handful of that demanding bitch’s ass then bend her over a handy workbench. Every shipwright, every blacksmith and every ropemaker who had suffered Coranis’s scolding criticisms of their work wished he could put her in her place by driving a big hard cock into her ‘til she was full of cum and begging for them to stop abusing her bruised gash. They were sure the Old Marshall was about to do exactly that, the lucky old bastard!
Coranis had allowed Vishra’s public familiarity, even when he had pulled her blouse open and flopped her titty out. Everyone could see how big her nipple was. They could see how erect it had become under the Old Man’s caresses. “The price for the extra work” Old Vishra had finally told her as he squeezed her exposed boob some more “is all night between your legs. “
Coranis had agreed. It would not be too hard a price. She calculated a man of Vishra’s age would not be able to make the unlimited entries into her harbour that a younger man might make.
The old man had, as she anticipated, only been able to board her twice that night, though he kept her awake well into the early morning lying alongside her, playing with her tits and eating her pussy.
Notwithstanding the small number of voyages they made, Coranis was somewhat bruised by the huge size of Old Lord Vishra’s erect penis. The pummeling she endured was obvious the next morning to the workers on the near-completed ship. They nudged each other in vindictive satisfaction and grinned maliciously at how tenderly Coranis walked about scrutinizing their work. “There’s another stuck-up bitch that just learned she couldn’t take the old man’s huge pecker as easily as she thought” they chortled gleefully.
Now years later, having sailed a dozen seasons aboard The Prize of Prexus, Coranis knelt on her knees in front of the Old Marshall’s grandson and hoped she was in for more pummeling. She leaned forward and kissed Diamander’s bulge then gently rubbed her face into the big erection she could feel inside his breeches. She hoped he was the same size as his grandsire.
Diamander lost his balance as the ship rolled in the rough seas. Coranis held his hips and steadied him, her nose still pushed into his crotch. The outline of his erection was clearly showing under his clothes. She kissed it again.
Coranis undid Diamander’s laces without asking permission . She was aware that the wind had risen, making the seas rougher. As always, The Prize of Prexus was moving well, taking the bad weather as she was designed to take it. Diamander’s Grandfather had build a good ship when all was completed and the ownership papers handed to her.
Coranis gave no further thought to the weather. Drinnen had the watch and knew what he was doing. As the Prize gracefully rode the stormy swells, Coranis pulled Diamander’s cock out. His size would not have normally disappointed her; it was long and thick and beautiful. Sadly, she was hoping he would have inherited his Grandfather’s monster prick. She remembered with a thrill how she had been hard used that night. She could hardly walk the next day. She had had to pretend she did not see the mocking grins of the shipyard workers.
Only a little disappointed by the size she now held in her grip, the Skipper leaned forward to take the still large cock into her mouth and suck on it. Diamander, seeing no advantage in denying her, philosophically allowed her to blow him for a while but he felt something disquieting about Coranis. He wished she would have let him go down below and bunk with Llisanya.
Coranis had no intention of letting him go anywhere. “Remove my garments” she ordered “and do to me what a man is expected to do.”
Naked, she pulled him to her bunk and parted her legs wide. He obediently pushed his cock in deep. He fucked her for quite some time, not cumming. She was very attractive but he felt no lust as he serviced her. He continued to wonder what was it that was so off putting about her.
Coranis lay there and moaned. She had no particular worry that Diamander did not shoot his brine. She liked that he could not cum; that way he kept going. She never wondered if Diamander was uncomfortable about something. She orgasmed repeatedly until toward dinner time he became soft and unable to continue. No joyous explosion of Vishra jizz had filled her cunt but she was sated.
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Triander entered his home in a hurry and bustled down the hall to his private rooms. They shared a wall with Jemella’s rooms.
Tossing his paperwork on his bed, he hurriedly moved over to the secret peephole he so often used to watch Jemella when she entertained her male visitors. He hoped that that souse Asquinn was still humping her so he could enjoy the show. He loved to see a big hard cock sliding in and out of his horny wife.
Triander saw that Asquinn was indeed on top of Jemella but apart from chewing on her left tit, Asquinn seemed to be finished having sex with her. Triander had missed all the fun.
Triander reached up and pulled a cord. Maybe Jemella would be able to get Asquinn to fuck some more if she knew he was watching. On the wall in Jemella’s room the cuckoo clock began to cuckoo. The satisfied Asquinn was too busy sucking lazily on Jemella’s erect teat to wonder why the clock was cuckooing when it was no where near the top of the hour.
Hearing the cuckoo, Jemella turned her head toward the spyhole, She knew what Triander wanted. She nodded to her him, silently agreeing to get Asquinn to perform again so her husband could enjoy the show.
Jemella spent a frustratingly long half hour trying to keep Asquinn awake and back to a state of arousal. She chatted with him while caressing his limp dick and cradlimg his balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand and juggling them on her fingers. She laughed at his jokes and thanked him for his affections. At last he got his boner back. She rolled onto her back and spread wide and the second fuck began.
“It’s about time” Triander muttered impatiently as he saw his spouse being mounted. He pulled out his hard cock and yanked on it while watching Asquinn insert his long cock into his wife’s cunt...his cunt.
Jemella turned her face once more to the peephole and grinned that evil grin of hers. She had done her part to get the Bill approved, but she was letting Triander know she enjoyed giving Lord Asquinn his reward regardless.
Knowing she knew he was watching, Triander was too aroused to be jealous. He played with his cock, pumping it several times. To his delight, Asquinn soon started ramming into Jemella good and hard. Asquinn had sobered up a little and was fucking a little more competently. Jemella’s bare boobs swayed heavily on her chest.
As the speed of Asquinn’s thrusts increased, Triander could not stop his pumping right hand from also increasing in speed. He gripped his cock firmly and stroked away to the sight of his wife lying wide open so another man could lecherously indulge. By Marr, it was fun to see her defiled like that! To see her being a slut!
Despite the intensity of his arousal, Triander wisely slowed his hand when he felt an ejaculation approaching, telling himself he was not to let himself cum just yet. Once he was done watching Jemella and Asquinn for a space of time he would surely be all fired up for a sex partner of his own. He would go find one of the many maids working today. He would take her back to his rooms for a good ramming. He was not sure who that lucky maid would be; likely the first big tittied one he found.
He therefore changed his jacking to be a mere squeezing of his dick while he watched Jemella and Asquinn writhing together naked. Despite the intense arousal he experienced from watching his wife willingly take another cock, he finally forced himself to completely stop pulling on his wire. He wanted to have a proper orgasm inside a maid. He dared not ruin his own fun by cumming prematurely all over the expensive Maj’Dul carpet he had just had installed.
Jemella raised her legs up and wrapped them around Asquinn’s waist, using her calf muscles to guide his thrust to better give herself a decent orgasm. She knew her husband liked to see her do that.
Jemella’s climax started. She looked Triander’s way. Triander watched her face as she came on another man’s cock. She grinned that evil grin at him yet again.
There was a polite knock on Triander’s door, interrupting his fun. “Lord, please pardon, but the Messenger Baltazar is at the front door to pick up the signed Royal Documents for Marshall Vishra.”
Trying not to show impatience, Triander quickly stuffed his erection into his pants then sent the servant off with the required documents. He closed and locked the bedroom door then put his eye back to the spyhole while undoing his trouser laces once more.
He saw Asquinn had pulled out and now had his dick inches from Jemella’s face, gripping it and pumpimg fast. Asquinn masturbated as hard as a frustrated teenage boy might pump away in the seclusion of his lonely bedroom after his cockteasing girlfriend had callously refused his entreaty for sex and chastely gone home.
Sensing Asquinn’s cock was about to vomit pecker-puke, Jemella opened her mouth just as the first salvo of gooey sauce flew from Asquinn’s prick. The first blast of cum was followed by several more equally long ropes of spunk. He sure shot a load or two.
Hardly any landed in Jemella’s mouth, wide open though it was. Most splatted on her face. It fell in sticky streams across her chin, cheeks and forehead. Thick and white, it lay there in a glistening mess all over her beautiful face. She really loved to have cum shot on her.
Jemella lay there grinning up at Asquinn, covered by copious amounts of seminal fluid delivered in repeated salvos from his cock. The sight reminded Triander of Cadwarra. When he had first heard that his pansy son had finally started fucking pussy, Triander had made enquiries as to who the owner of that pussy was. He feared the girl was a gold digger out to get as much coin from Diamander as she could. He interviewed Captain Penley to determine what she knew about this Cadwarra Wood Elf.
Penley had quieted his fears. “She is too earnest to be exploiting your son for financial gain, Lord. She seems willing to just let men enjoy her. When I first met her she was sitting there as bold as a jay in the middle of the park across the road from those low-rent flats in South Qeynos. There were some people screwing in the open windows while everyone watched. Cadwarra was covered in the cum from three or four males thus aroused yet had not charged any of the men any fee for the honour of cumming on her face.”
Penley had thought it prudent not to add that Lord Triander’s son had been the one to spontaneously start licking Cadwarra’s face clean of all that sperm right in front of everyone. She merely concluded her tale by remarking judgmentally “the massive volumes of Barbarian semen was a half inch thick on Cadwarra, dangling off her chin and nose. I was amazed she could see.”
Penley’s verbal image of the state of Cadwarra’s face could be equally applied to Jemella’s state as she lay back, excess jizz dripping off her beautiful features onto the pillow.
“Oh Petras” Triander heard Jemella mutter contentedly at Asquinn “you blew so much on me.” She took a deep breath, obviously quite aroused to be drenched so thoroughly. “You like coming on my face, don’t you?”
Asquinn did not answer. Instead, to Jemella’s delight, the tipsy drunk leaned forward and began licking his own cum off of Jemella’s nose. Triander was equal parts disgusted and titillated. Jemella lay there in initial surprise then suddenly giggled hysterically. Pleased that she was pleased, Asquinn kept licking, hungrily scooping up globs of pecker-snot from cheeks, chin and forehead.
Though he might be embarrassed when he got sober, Asquinn seemed to be enjoying eating his own semen off another man’s wife. Or maybe he was enjoying how much Jemella was enjoying him doing it. He forced open her mouth and spit his jizz down her throat then licked up some more and spit that down it, too. He did this several times. Jemella swallowed then giggled then swallowed more.
When Jemella’s face was all cleaned up and the drunken Asquinn was snoring away with Jemella’s boob back in his mouth, Triander closed the peephole shut. Seeing cum being licked off his wife’s face was quite the treat. He was sexually aroused, more than the usual amount after he watched his wife pleasure another man. He was ready for a really good piece of ass.
He decided not to go get one of the maids. He doubted a mere maid would be able to quell the intense needs he felt after seeing his wife getting her plastered face licked clean. A willing maid would be willing but she would only be willing because she worked for him. She would lie there in boring compliance, daydreaming about what she would buy with the tip he would be giving her after he was done.
Triander instead needed a woman that actually enjoyed a good bout of penis pounding. He knew where he needed to go. It was time to find Viscountess Cadwarra and ‘congratulate’ her on her new Title.
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Once Fippy had put her on the right path to Crow’s Resting Place, Arabella found it easily. Even the huge scorpion had not bothered her as she passed it. It seemed their truce remained in effect.
She stood in the Tomb of Crow. It was more like an archway in the dead end of a corridor. The presumed remains of Crow lay within a common enough sarcophagus which spoke of neither wealth spent nor love expressed by those who long ago had put Crow to rest.
Who Crow was, Arabella had never been told. All that remained of his time among the living was the likeness of his face there on the memorial statue towering over the sarcophagus. Maybe his Last Will and Testament designated a sum of gold to provide for this effigy. Had he hoped that coming generations would happen along this bleak location and say “so that’s what Good Ol’ Crow looked like”?
Why he wanted anyone to see how genuinely ugly he was was a true mystery to Arabella. She likewise did not know had Crow built the hideaway concealed behind his statue? Perhaps the statue was not always meant to hide the entrance to that large collection of rooms literally beyond the grave. Did someone else come along years later to construct the secret refuge now erroneously known as “Crow’s Resting Place”?
Maybe there was some other reason, lost in the centuries, that Crow’s statue held out a hand as if asking for a donation to assist him financially in the afterlife. Had those later builders of those hidden rooms taken advantage of this odd feature and installed the magic devices to make the begging statue open the secret passage to the hideout?
Arabella did not ponder the question long. Her engorged breasts were really hurting and she wanted a safe place to take care of those swollen udders. She placed Fippy’s coin into the outstretched hand; the only beggar she had ever given a scot to.
As she expected, as she had seen it do twice before on her two previous visits, the marble hand became animate. It turned its palm down to disdainfully drop the alms at Arabella’s feet. After centuries of supplicating, the effigy rejected payment, no longer having use for worldly things.
Empty palm still down, the stone arm slowly reached over to Arabella’s right. Cold fingers grasped an iron ring and slowly pulled. A door opened in the wall, making no sound. No creaking hinge warned those inside that one more fugitive was entering.
One did not linger long on the threshold of Crow’s Resting Place once you got the door open. On the second night of her first visit, a drunk Fippy had regaled Arabella and his other guests with tales of would-be refugees who had been too slow passing through the door. The hapless visitors had been crushed to death when the statue closed the door too soon.
It was a ridiculous story and Arabella completely discounted it. It was merely an example of Fippy’s unusual sense of humour, inspired more by Gnollish stout than the need for truth. Regardless, she bent quickly to scoop up the coin then prudently bolted through the door. It silently slammed behind her as if emphasizing the finality of her stay within the tomb.
In a space so dark even her Elven eyes found it hard to see, Arabella stepped forward. She knew the way. The bunks were in the farthest room near Fippy’s poker table. She would leave his coin beside the poker chips then pick a bunk.
She proceeded cautiously. There was a dim light ahead. Fippy had said he had two guests already. She was hoping one was Ellister but she was not counting on that. It might be a pair of rascals more dangerous than that harmless High Elf cocksucker. Wisely, Arabella cast her invisible spell.
There were those who had counter-magics and could see though a simple invisibility spell such as Arabella had just cast. She therefore held M’Tun’s spear at the ready. Someone who had magic skills powerful enough to see her through her concealment would not be much threatened by a mere spear, but it was better than nothing.
She crept along silently, moving slowly, wary of who her fellow fugitives might be. She needed to be ready for a fight should the other guests prove resentful of a stranger they did not know and could not trust. They might also notice the large bag of coin Vishra had given her. People got killed for lighter purses than she had.
She moved most of her coins to a secret pocket. She left two silver and forty-three copper in her purse to make it look good. She moved forward again.
Arabella pondered the possibilities. If Ellister was one of her bunkies he might know what had happened to Falco. She correctly deduced Marshall Vishra had not been able to locate Falco in the City above nor in it’s suburbs. Therefore, there was a good chance Falco had foolishly headed into the Down Below to hide.
If so, Arabella was almost certain he would have died while stumbling about in the confusing twists of corridor and sewer. That’s why her Call of Hero had not summoned him. It could not summon a corpse.
She would need to view whatever the insects and vermin had left of him so she could assure Marshall Vishra that Falco was no longer a concern. She would also need to sort through his remains to get her Call of Hero medallion back. That would be the end of a job well done. Good pay for very little effort.
That left only her obligation to find that bo staff and get back into Sprockfuddle’s good books. Maybe she would find it next to Falco’s bones. Once the bo staff was located she could be done with everything and head back to the Well.
Arabella turned the corner into the bunkroom, still invisible and ready to meet her roomies. She anticipated a couple of bored ruffians idly picking their teeth or dozing apathetically on their cots. She wasn’t prepared for the disgusting debauchery that offended her eyes!
The happiness she should have felt to have so easily found both Ellister and Falco alive and well was offset by the sight of both of them indulging in a repulsive act of mutual homosexuality! They were two males doing to each other what they should have been doing to a willing slut! It was truly a repulsive display.
Falco was kneeling there, his well muscled body naked. He was leaning back, thrusting his hips rapidly, pushing his cock repeatedly into Ellister’s eager mouth. Instead of the tiny wiener he had used to screw Arabella that day they had fornicated all afternoon with the door open, he was sporting a truly huge erection. The immense penis was sticking up high into the air from between his thighs. Ellister’s mouth was fastened onto the end of it, barely able to take the large round knob into his mouth.
Arabella would have thought Ellister of all people would have a magic ring or bangle that would allow him to see through her invisibility but she stood there undetected and watched.
Ellister was sucking on Falco as if he had never had a cock in his faggot mouth before. He was making satisfied slurping and sucking sounds in concert with Falco’s moans of pleasure. Falco enthusiastically kept up his hip-ramming thrusts between Ellister’s jaws. The whole performance was truly sickening to behold.
Despite her disgust, Arabella took perverse pleasure in seeing the size of Falco’s new dick. The ridiculously long length of cock that was now attached to Falco was at least a foot long. That was just the part that Ellister was unable to fit into his mouth and gullet as he happily sucked the cock of ‘Falco the Faggot’. She congratulated herself at being correct in the assumption that Falco had purchased one of Ellister’s Cock Enhancement charms.
Much as she dismissed Falco as a fool, she was angry at Ellister for the size of cock he had apparently given Falco. Falco had wanted a cock big enough that the girls would want him; Ellister had given Falco a cock big enough that Ellister would want him.
Arabella also did not put it past Ellister that he might have dishonestly put magic into the Cock Enlargment charm that would exaggerate any homosexual desires latent in Falco. She suspected Falco had always been a closet queer. That made sense now. The more she thought about it, the more she was sure that a magic homosexual spell had been imbued into the Cock Enlargement charm, seducing Falco into indulging any homosexual urges he may have been suppressing.
Though Falco grinned proudly at his new cock as he watched Ellister gobbling happily away on it, Arabella was angrily offended on Falco’s behalf. It was not Ellister’s dishonest use of fag magic that galled her, it was the size of that new prick Ellister had given Falco. It was a cruel joke. No girl would be able to handle that schlong! No girl would want to! Arabella felt like reaching an invisible hand out and smacking Ellister hard across the back of his head for doing that to Falco.
But she did not smack Ellister. Despite her resentment of Ellister’s perfidity, Arabella stood still and stared at the High Elf hindgrinder sucking ardently on the big cock he presently had stuffed in his mouth. Naturally she became aroused at the sight of the lewd homoerotic behaviour. She was a Dark Elf female, after all.
There was nothing more arousing to a Teir’Dal girl than seeing a male...especially a snooty High Elf male...humiliate himself by sucking another man’s cock like a homosexual pervert. Turned on, Arabella pushed her invisible hand down into her invisible leggings and found her invisible clit. As Ellister sucked and Falco moaned, Arabella rubbed her love-button and watched the two queers embarrass themselves with their twisted, unmanly pleasures.
Falco seemed happy enough, not suspecting nor caring that magic was making him a homo. There he was, happily allowing Ellister’s sick, deviant needs to be indulged, grinning as that ridiculous length of penis was pushed deep down that High Elf’s faggot throat.
Arabella rubbed her slit harder. She knew she would cum soon. She hoped they did not stop before she achieved orgasm. She worked her snatch enthusiastically while watching those two sickos demeaning themselves in morally objectionable same-sex satisfaction.
Falco showed no sign he was getting too tired to keep madly thrusting his hips into Ellister’s face. His balls were swinging wildly. During his lovemaking that day with Arabella, she had not noticed Falco’s balls were of anything but a normal size. Here, they had grown proportional to the size of his cock. No doubt, the volume of sperm they held had also increased. Arabella imagined the huge blasts of cum that would be released from those gourd size testicles when Falco orgasmed.
Falco reached down and grabbed the shaft of his too long penis. He started to jack off while his cock remained in Ellister’s sucking mouth. His balls were flying around as he pumped.
Arabella rubbed herself even harder. She liked to see Falco jerking off. It reminded her of the first time she saw a male beat his meat in a manner similar to what Falco was currently doing.
It had been back when she was a young virgin in the City of Neriak, still living with her mother and twin sister. Mother had determined she and her sister were old enough to learn what happens when you break the law.
It was the first time Arabella was allowed to witness justice. She had waited with Mother and her sister and the rest of the crowd. She was excited to learn everyone came to watch the execution of a foolish male who had been caught sucking the cock of his homosexual boyfriend.
It was rare to have such punishment meted out to a male for sucking cock; such queers were usually exiled to Qeynos where it was hoped they would corrupt the youth and weaken an enemy City. On this occasion, however, Queen Cristanos had issued a capital sentence. Rumour had it she was annoyed that the homosexual’s lover had escaped.
The condemned cocksucker had been stripped naked and ordered to get an erection. On threat of more torture, the fag had then been ordered to pump his cock while the women jeered and applauded and cast verbal doubts on his manliness, already impugned by virtue of his conviction for buggery.
Arabella found something exciting about the sight of a male being forced to jerk off. She liked how the hand slid back and forth along the hard erection. She was surprised to see white goo suddenly burst out of the queer’s cock. He went soft, accompanied by hoots and sneers from the women.
As if rewarding the Condemned for his co-operation, the Executioner’s axe was swift. Arabella remembered how the body fell over backwards, almost comically, while the head fell straight down and made a wet “thump” on the wooden planks of the platform.
Teir’Dal females found death so erotic. Seeing the male so expertly decapitated, several women in the crowd allowed an involuntary moan to escape their lips. Several diddled. The men in the crowd watched them, picking which one promised to be the most willing to suck cock or even spread her legs.
The powerful Mage Neerral J’Zerath approached Arabella’s mother. He was finding the twin girls very beautiful. He stared at Arabella’s smallish tits, she being closest to him. J’Zerath pointed at Arabella and asked Mother “Your daughter...is she old enough?”
Of course she was old enough. She had tits. But Mother had not wanted her daughters to lose their virginities too soon. She was preparing to arrange advantageous marriages and was loath to give her daughter’s innocence away to males who just wanted them for an hour’s pleasure. On the other hand, J’Zerath was a powerful man in the Library of K’Lorn and one did not want to give him a direct no. Hiding her reluctance, Mother had allowed Arabella to be taken over to a nice quiet corner.
J’Zerath quite liked Arabella. She was very beautiful with those almond eyes and high cheek bones. The only complaint he had was Arabella’s small tits. They were pretty enough and of a lovely shape but he liked bigger ones.
J’Zerath had a spell that would fix that. It was a foolish little trick spell invented by a gifted fellow student way back in the days in the Academy. It made girls’ breasts make milk. The student had shared it amongst his small circle of friends. They got their jollies all fall term casting the Milk Spell on female classmates. Everybody got boners watching the victims’ breasts instantly swell with milk while the females stared down at their chests in confusion.
It had taken half a semester for the Headmaster to find out what was going on. The mischievous boys had been assembled and subjected to a Forgetting Spell. That would have fixed that but for the younger student, J’Zerath, who had been in a younger year and was never subjected to the Forgetting spell.
Standing with Arabella in the dark corner, J’Zerath cast his Milk Spell. As he finished his incantation, Arabella had looked down, shocked and embarrassed as she watched her breasts grow in size. There was a strange heaviness to them. She felt her skin stretch.
“Don’t worry” he had told Arabealla “I’ll suck them dry for you before I am done.”
Master J’Zerath pulled out his cock and made Arabella kneel. He pushed his dick into her mouth, past her lips. He had not taken very long. His cum was a surprise to her, but Arabella swallowed it as older girls had told her she would eventually need to do.
She had not liked the taste but Arabella had been smugly proud that she had not hesitated to send it down her throat. Her sister was more reluctant when it was time for her to swallow the cum of another male who had asked for her. Mother, not happy that her daughters were expected to please these men, had at least been proud to see they knew what to do with a hard cock. They also had remained virgins.
If J’Zerath knew a counter spell to cancel his Boob Milk Spell he did not think to use it on Arabella’s swollen tits as a reward for a blowjob well done. The boy that invented the incantation had died long ago in lands far from Neriak. Though Arabella had often inquired, no mage had been able to disentangle the complex intricacies of the magic. Her tender breasts kept making milk, to the utter delight of many a male that suckled them.
Falco’s moans intruded into Arabella’s memories. He was approaching orgasm. Arabella rubbed faster, remembering the thickness of J’Zerath’s cum as it slide off the back of her tongue and down her esophagus. As the pleasure of her masturbation mounted she bit her lip in order to not make a sound and alert the two self-indulgent pervs of her unseen presence.
Ellister pulled Falco’s dick out of his mouth. He happily rubbed the monstrosity all over his face, giving Arabella a full view of the whole huge length. She estimated it was a good sixteen inches. Falco beamed proudly as he saw Ellister holding the cock straight up, pointing at the ceiling. Ellister licked the shaft, planting a line of kisses up and down that tube of fuckflesh.
Ellister suddenly stopped licking and crammed the thick girth back down his throat. That was too much for Arabella. It was such a wicked thing to watch. She was unable to prevent a soft gasp escape her lips as a small but pleasant orgasm burst under her rapidly rubbing fingertips. She dropped M’Tun’s spear. It landed softly on top of the thresh strewn thick on the floor. It made a rustling noise.
“Did you hear something?” Falco asked, looking around, fearful of somebody catching him doing queer stuff. He looked straight through the invisible Arabella as his eyes cast about the room trying to discover the cause of the noise.
Ellsiter stopped sucking Falco’s cock and listened a few seconds. “It’s nothing” he answered Falco dismissively. He stuffed Falco’s boner back down his throat. Arabella kept watching and playing with herself. Another small orgasm was starting.
Capriciously, Arabella cancelled her invisibility spell by making a quick sign with her left hand while still going to town on her clit with her right. She saw no danger in the two homos knowing she was there. She would need to reveal herself eventually, anyway, and they would know she had watched.
She appeared ten feet from them, right hand still down her pants and furiously working way on herself, enjoying the shocked look of the two girly-boys as Falco’s monster prick fell from Ellister’s lips. Both males realized she had been there for some time and had definitely seen their secret cocksucking performance.
“Busted!” she greeted them with a theatrical cheeriness. No longer needing to be silent, she inserted two digits and began working enthusiastically on some deep penetration. Her fuckhole ‘sklitched’ loudly as she finger-fucked herself. She wanted to give them a show, too.
Though surprised by Arabella’s sudden reveal, Ellister was not bothered to have anyone know he was a queer faggot cocksucker. He was annoyed, however, that he had not been wearing his ‘See Invisibility’ charm.
After Llisanya had convinced him to head to Fippy’s Hideaway he had gone straight to the Down Below, too panicked to swing by his house and grab the essentials. His ‘See Invis’ necklace was still in his one room apartment, uselessly lying there on his cheap old desk alongside a number of other handy items one might want in hiding.
Without that necklace anyone with an invisibility spell and a sharp knife could have snuck up on him. He could have been murdered while ignobly sucking cock. Not that he cared who knew he sucked cock; what bothered him was people laughing at him for being murdered while doing so.
At least it was only Arabella. She was no danger to him and was hardly threatening with her right hand down inside her soaked panties working towards an autoerotic culmination with no less embarrassment than he was feeling.
Contrary to Ellister and Arabella, Falco was mortified. He had always kept that time with the fag merchant a secret, rationalizing that he had just needed some coin and that he much preferred horny leg-open wet-pussied sluts. It was bad enough he had let Ellister suck him off in the tavern to pay for the Cock Enhancement ring. He had now also agreed to letting him do it again to pay for the poker debts he had run up last night. And Arabella had seen him enjoying the act.
It was bad enough a bunch of drunks in Fish’s Alehouse had seem him suck cock. Now Arabella had seen. She might tell Whats’er-Name who might tell everybody!
Falco could imagine folks laughing at him as he made his way along busy Qeynos streets with people sneering at his back. “That’s Falco the Faggot. He’s the loser that that that big tittied slut Cadwarra wouldn’t fuck. No wonder he turned gay.”
Unconcerned about Falco’s pride, Arabella was rubbing her clit rapidly while staring at his huge pecker. She seemed to be getting off seeing it. “Why are you two cock slurpers stopping” she snapped “you know I want to watch. Get on with it!”
Falco misinterpreted her interest as being one of admiration instead of disgust. He did not understand what made a Dark Elf tick. Despite the problem that more and more people knew he had become a secret cocklover, there was something arousing about having Arabella watch, seeing what he had grown between his legs and what he was letting Ellister do with it. He liked showing it off.
Obliging Arabella, Ellister resumed sucking off Falco. Falco did not last much longer. He approached climax. “I’m about to cum” he told the cocksucking Ellister exhultingly “let Arabella see how much my big new cock shoots!”
Ellister complied. He removed Falco’s cock from his mouth. He held it above his face. It hung over him like a tree branch, the knob a foot and a half above his forehead. The base of the immense cock twitched twice like an anaconda and Falco began to cum.
Arabella had always been impressed by the huge spasms of jism Falco had shot when he came. That previous quantity was dwarfed by the prodigious pints he now proudly fired off. The increase in the volume of his ejaculation was proportional to the increase in the size of his penis and balls. Falco growled proudly as incredible swathes of spunk flew impressively high. Half of the gushing blasts flew over Ellister’s head and landed on the floor behind him. What hit his face landed all over in a thick coat of Wood Elf semen that stuck thickly to Ellister’s features; all over chin, cheek and forehead.
The whole disgusting thing was too much for Arabella’s Teir’Dal libido. She wanted to gulp down all that oozing faggot juice that she had just watched fly out of Falco’s big dick. She knelt and undid her leather jerkin. Her heavy milk-packed tits fell painfully. Milk streamed unbiden out of her now exposed nipples.
She had been so enjoying the sight of men sucking cock she had forgotten the discomfort of her mammary glands until they flopped out of her top. Anxious for relief, she stuck her boobs in Falco’s face.
Falco instinctively latched on, anxious to prove he was heterosexual after all. He thought maybe he should explain to Arabella he had only let Ellister suck on him to pay for last night’s gambling losses but even he knew how weak that would sound, even if true.
As Falco drank sweet milk from Arabealla’ tits, she leaned over to Ellister’s glazed features. “Hold still” she told him “I’m going to lick all of Falco’s cum off of you before someone comes along and sees what we are doing.”
Falco sucked milk while watching Arabella lick jizz. He sure liked to see her eating all his sperm off Ellister’s faggot face. Later, he promised himself, he would fuck Arabella real hard and she would know he was not a queer. He might even do it up Arabella’s ass like Ellister had done to him last night.
For her part, Arabella loved the taste of Falco’s seed going down her throat. She also liked the degradation of someone seeing her debase herself by doing it. She thought again of Lord Vishra’s big cock, imagining how it would have felt had he stuck the big thing into her.
She began to cum despite no one touching her down there. Her final orgasm was intense. Her knees grew weak. By the time Falco was done with emptying her mammary glands she had cum twice and cleaned all his nut off of Ellister’s face. Sexually satisfied, she now felt only disgust at the two men for sucking cock.
Arabella realized she was still holding Fippy’s coin in her palm. She stood and walked over to place it on Fippy’s poker table, beside the poker chips. She turned back to the males but wasted no time on a joyful reunion. “Where’s that bo staff we stole” she demanded of the naked Falco as she fastened her leather armour back into a decent state of modesty “and why are you not wearing my Call of Hero medallion?”
Falco seemed now to be ashamed of his nakedness. The pride he had had to have Arabella see how big he was had disappeared when he heard the impatient tone Arabella had just used. He pulled on his leggings and stuffed his penis into them. Even soft, the thing was incredibly long. Cowed by her disrespect, he responded weakly “Fippy took them.” He looked ashamed to have to confess that.