What the Fuck

Jason is a world-renowned adventurer at this point, so its nice to just… Be anonymous for a while. Go shopping in a new town where no one knows him, just be a guy on the street. 

A very short guy, but a guy none the less!

Imagine his surprise when a cute little goblin wider than she is tall starts huffing at his crotch…

“Come back again tomorrow,” a voice called as a door shut behind Qera, her face a bit wet and she was adjusting her pigtails, but her clothes weren’t ripped this time! So that counted as a win in her books.

If she didn’t count the fact that she was still horny and hungry for more cum…and she’d made her rounds through the town already. No one was going to be up and ready for her again until later when their honey-do-lists were complete and all the children were in bed.

She didn’t feel like masturbating again either. But when one drained everyone around them rather quickly, there wasn’t much else to d—her nose twitched, and her eyes widened. “Hello darlin’~”

Looking down he spotted what had to be the most hour-glass shaped goblin alive, burying her face into his crotch through his robes.

“Huh? You wanna run that by me again, tiny?” he asked, blinking in surprise and setting the melon down as the vendor let out a weary groan from the interruption.

“They’re lookin’ heavy, lemme drain ‘em for ya.” She reiterated almost impatiently. As she rubbed her face into him, fondling and groping as she liked.

"I mean I'm not gonna say, miss...?" He had no idea who this goblin was. And he was gonna let her suck his dick. God he felt like a slut.

Jason shivers just a little at the suddenness of it all, but she finds what she's looking for quite easily.

Frankly, a blind person could find it quite easily, it's fucking massive.

Hours of fucking her there on the floor, slapping sloppy flesh against flesh, pale white against rich brown, smeared with corrupted eldritch spunk until it was connecting them in stringy, slimy ropes.

Hours of biting and clawing and thrusting, grunting and moaning, even kissing, his long tongue snaking up to meet hers as it lolled out of her mouth, twining around it possessively, tugging on it, smearing it with his own drool.

He hadn't lost it like this in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time sex felt this intense, there wasn't enough of his mind active right now to remember. Memory was shut down to make room for BREED TAKE CLAIM FUCK FUCK FUCK.

That was also why he didn't question how fucking her cunt led to his cum coming out of her mouth. Even then, he would have just assumed weird Faerunian bullshit and rolled with it anyway.

They should have passed out, but it was like every orgasm was fueling them, his cum filling her with hot energy, her squeezing cunt and creamy mess lighting him on fire...

Her eyes slipped shut as his hips slammed down again, forcing that cum coated, spunk smeared, veiny throbbing Wolf-Elf breaker as far as it could go, before drawing back and taking her ability to be anything but a moaning whore with it. Forcing self-preservation and common sense from between her thighs in another heavy hitting, body shaking, cunt clenching orgasm.

And yet...there was something there. Just under the current that tickled and itched. Forced its way through the haze and cooed that it wasn't enough. Despite the fact they'd been at it for longer than she could count. That she'd cum... she'd stopped counting after sixty-five...so who knew how many times he'd brought her to the edge and mercilessly tossed her over it. But it was there in the way her body ached even her orgasm slowed to a simmering halt. She needed more.

He begins pushing back inside, dragging that thick head along her swollen walls, making her stretch once more to accommodate his girth in a way that makes her whine her pleasure. And even though her back arches, guiding him deeper. It's not enough.

"More," she whimpers, savoring the heat seeping into her core and spreading throughout her body like lava that each of his thrusts seek molten. Her whimpers turning to needy mewls when it felt as though it was going to burn her from the inside out, only to cool just under the surface.

"More." She pleaded. Yet her hips kept bucking up to meet his. her claws tearing at his skin, and she leans up to find new places for her teeth to sink in. Her body giving way to instincts, searching, hunting, for what she needed to scratch the itch that was building up to be unbearable.

"I need more," she growled against his skin. Her hips rocking, shifting, trying to find the angle, the spot, the position that would get her what she wanted. But when that didn't work, when it only made her go from blissful pleasured to frustratingly almost there, she curled her body around his.

"FuckfuckfuckFUCKmoregivememore!" She chanted like a mantra, her eyes snapping open, locking onto his face as she uses what strength she hadn't been aware she still had, after hours of rutting, to force him onto his back. Not wanting to let even an inch of that fuckmeat slip from inside of her, she follows the motion. The sudden motion shifting it inside of her and making it press against a spot that her biting her lip to stifle a predatory growl.

Her legs settle on either side of his waist, pinning him with his on the outer side of her hips, her hands coming to grip his ankles, nails biting into the skin as she used them as anchors. Keeping his thighs spread wide, not caring too much if she was stable enough or not, she begins to bounce up and down his massive shaft. Splattering their combined juices with each slam of skin-on-skin contact. The thunderous clap of her ass with each down beat like applause as the tip of his head kissed the back of her womb and forced it somewhere up between her ribs.

"Nggghhhh yyyesssssh." She sighed, eyes crossing and rolling upward when she raised her hips and slammed them back down again. "Wight, theeeewaaahhh."

His massive cumtanks slapped against her round cheeks, and she straightened, wanting to feel them more with each bounce, blocking her view of his face with the mountains she called a chest that jiggled and rippled in their own motions with each jerking arch of her back.

"Likethathaaaaaaa~likethatmmmfffhhhh~likethathnnnggg," she repeated in between panted moans and hungry growls as she ground her cunt against his pelvis and rode his cock like a wild horse in need of breaking in.

Her tongue lulled from the side of her mouth, her cheeks were drenched, tears were streaking black mascara down her face...one look at her face could tell anyone who knew her usual demeanor, that the prideful Wolf-Elf didn't exist now and contrary to how she should have been-she looked ever so pleased about it.

"Rightthere ahhnnggg~comeonnnnnnnnnggg~" She cried as she sped up with the same speed she used to draw an arrow, the clapping sounds of her cheeks becoming a rhythm for her to beat instead of something to keep time. Ignoring the way her inner walls clenched and relaxed around his cock, pushing against the treetunk that plugged it as she came again...and again...and again.

Each thrust now forcing her over the edge faster and harder. And if she'd been able to focus, was of more rational and sounder mind, she'd have noticed something happening. Something that had been happening since the moment that eldritch spunk entered her abused cunt. In between the pleasure and the howled moans, just there where her clit throbbed and rubbed along his body. Swollen and puffy. Pulsing...and covered in that same thick eldritch spunk that threatened to swell her stomach for nine months, smearing it back into him and looking slightly different than it was before. A bit larger than now. Like someone had taken one of those suction cups to it and continued pressing. Every orgasm that gushed from between them and splashed more spunk and juices along it seemed to make it vibrate and grow more. Easily passed off as it just being overstimulated. Too swollen and engorged. Too subtle a change for anyone to notice right away...

Haleth's whining moans fell on deaf ears, Jason unable to parse any meaning from the sounds. Either because he was too horny to care, or because the sound of sloppy flesh-smacking sex was just too damn loud.

He didn't notice the sudden and brief lucidity flash through her gaze, didn't comprehend what it might mean when her grip on him shifted and strengthened, and he was taken completely by surprise when they flipped over.

He came to, as much as one can when most of his blood is in his oversized fuckpole, and found himself on his back, his hips in the air, with a wolf-elf all but mounting him in the amazon position, his legs up in her hands as she slammed her hips down into his.

It's a new sensation, to be used like this while still getting his dick swallowed whole by a cunt he'd all-but reshaped over the last several hours. His balls still felt just as heavy with ungodly amounts of eldritch spunk as when they started, so he wasn't about to stop her.

When he could see her face past her bouncing tits, she looked like she'd had too much sex drugs and rock-n-roll and only wanted more, and he was sure he looked much the same, drooling and gasping and sweating as he was.

But his eyes were drawn lower by a shifting heat. He could feel something oozing out of him along with what felt like gallons of cum, some kind of energy, intent, and it was going into Haleth. It was going into a very specific spot, too.

And as he watched her clit twitch and swell with every fresh rope of corrupting nutsludge she wrung out of him, he thought he had a good idea of what was happening.

A slight stinging pleasure crept up her spine each time her ass slapped against his balls, bouncing back up only to clap back down.

But it wasn't enough...there was something just there, at the tip of her cunt that throbbed and ached. Pulsed, with a need that didn't seem to be fulfilled, and so she tried to curl over him, pushing her sweaty breast into his face as she raised her hips once more, letting his massive cock slide from her cunt inch by pleasurable inch, until it was popping out with the wettest lewdest sound, and his cum quickly leaked from her hole now that it wasn't blocked by the inhuman stopper.

Her clit slid along his stomach, and if she were able to pay attention to anything but the crippling need to rut, she'd have noticed it was drooling. Something a clit couldn't do. And would never do, because she no longer had one. In its place was a painfully hard cock, thick veins throbbing as it twitched along Jason's stomach and dribbled a puddle of precum. Heavy hanging balls swung just above the slit of her cunt, dropping onto his own spermtanks.

If she weren't so focused on wanting to find that right spot, she would have noticed that when she arched, she dragged her cock along his stomach. What exactly it was that made her shiver as Jason's cock pressed against each vein of her newly crafted fuckpole, the sensitive head swelling as it came to rest against the puckering hole of his ass.

Maybe she would have taken a bit more time before slamming her hips down, sinking every inch deep into the runt's hole.

But she didn't. Instead, she lifted her head and let out a hiss of pleasure as she bottomed out. Her nails dug into his ankles as her grip tightened. "There it is," she moaned, raising her hips once more, dragging her fuckmeat up, tugging at his hole as she pulled out, only to slam back down immediately. "Hnngg fuck yes, that's it."

This was exactly what she was craving. This stomach-tightening sensation. The feeling of her pelvis slamming down against him. That tingling that spread from her lower half upward and made her head slightly dizzy.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, a fleeting moment of recognition that something wasn't right passing along her face, before it was swallowed up by pleasure as she found a good rhythm. Fast and hard. Deep and rough. Balls slapping down against his ass as she rearranged his insides. Letting the head of her cock carve him out just for her massive shaft to fill him again.

He already knew what was there. His brain didn't really process that it wasn't there before, all he knew was that this beautiful woman had a cock and was about to wreck him with it, and he could feel his asshole twitching in eagerness, even as that shaft dragged across his own, making it jerk and drool with excitement.

"Yes yes, c'mon, c'mooooon, give it to meee~" he whined as that leaky tip got closer and closer, only for words to get swallowed up by a wailing moan as he felt his hole stretched tightly around her shaft, forced open nice and deep as she immediately bottomed out.

His eyes were rolling back, his neck limp as she just took him, his magically-enhanced hole already slick and tight and perfect and only being made moreso with every thrust as she forced his eldritch anatomy to reshape according to her desperate desires, every other thrust forcing a rope of cum out of his cock, only to get swallowed up by her tits as she pulled him into a sloppy needy kiss.

She could feel it wrapping around her, squeezing, and twisting as she thrusted, drawing out animalistic grunts and moans from the back of her throat that were only muffled by the tongue stuffed down it.

She rolled her hips, grinding deeper, the tip of her cock pressing against something, only to draw back, scraping along it, and barely tugging free of the suction cup hole before slamming back in.

She was sweaty, and something thick clung to her skin, the scent of it making her hips rock harder. Her head tilted a bit to suck on the lips pressed to hers, her own tongue curling and twisting, trying to take root as cooled heat rose up throughout her body.

It was slow at first, adding an odd tingle to her body. Like something was tugging at her, wanting her full focus. The harder her hips slammed, the more it pulled, and if she slowed, it yanked at her. It was only when she released the ankles in her hands to grab hold of the perfectly made handlebars of waist, claws digging into soft flesh, dragging them back as she pulled away, only to slam them forward when she thrusted, that the sensation that tugged and tingled at her began to swallow her.

Her core tightened, and she felt her body tighten. The sound of skin slamming into skin, the wet, sloppy sounds of kissing, moans, and grunting, blended together as her eyes began to roll upward. Yet she continued to thrust, lifting up now into a seated position, and bouncing the onahole up and down onto her lap, until all at once her hips stuttered, her grip tightened around the skin between them so hard there was bound to be bruises when she let go, and rope after rope after rope of thick ball slop forced its way from her and pumped into the hole she buried herself in.

for Maeve

Jason Grayson is a world-renowned adventurer, so when a super hot Elf cougar an experienced adventurer asked to join up, he didn’t really ask questions. The more, the merrier!

But she’s turning out to be a real pain in the ass with wandering hands and a smart mouth. Clearly, someone needs to fuck some manners into her.

It had been a bit since she’d joined the small human on his little side quest, as boring as it was. So, she’d decided to help him make it worth her time.

A little remark here, a grope there, another remark, another grope. He was rather well built for an adventurer. Cute and plump in all the right places and that ever-present bulge just underneath that giant cloak he wore kept her mouth watering.

It was as if a bomb was ticking. One of when he would crack or when she’d finally pin him down and take him as she’d wanted to the entire time. That finally dwindled down as they walked into a cave for the night, somewhere somewhat comfortable and easy to protect should they need to.

“We could have stopped at the many tavern’s and inn’s we’d past when day began to give,” she remarked with a huff as she rolled out her sleeping bag. “But I suppose you’re too adverse to finer things after traversing in the more…wilder things~”

Was that a dig at him constantly traveling, at the company he kept, the constant reveal of the tentacles that always seemed to appear in a black void around their enemies at times, or maybe she was just calling him a wild animal in need of taming. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound kind. Especially not when it was said as if she were looking down her nose at him.

Or at least it gave that impression even with her bent over as she was, ass swinging as she busied herself with making her sleeping space as comfortable as one could with it being solid ground underneath a blanket.

Normally, the little horndog would be all over her, but he was trying to do something and she kept making it harder! He had resolved to resist her advances out of sheer spite. This wasn't easy, she was hot as fuck. Curvy and tall and soft and rawr, but he had his principles damn it!

"I just didn't feel like hearing you piss off half the tavern and starting another bar fight," he grumbled, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring straight at her ass as she undressed. He knows, he knows she wants to fuck, and that he had promised himself not to, but god damn it she was hot. She was mostly naked. They were in a god damn cave.

Fuck it.

He moved forward and gave that swaying ass a harsh smack with one hand, the other shoving between her thighs and palming her cunt.

Jason is a world-renowned adventurer at this point, so its nice to just… Be anonymous for a while. Go shopping in a new town where no one knows him, just be a guy on the street. 

A very short guy, but a guy none the less!

Imagine his surprise when a cute little goblin wider than she is tall starts huffing at his crotch…

“Come back again tomorrow,” a voice called as a door shut behind Qera, her face a bit wet and she was adjusting her pigtails, but her clothes weren’t ripped this time! So that counted as a win in her books.

If she didn’t count the fact that she was still horny and hungry for more cum…and she’d made her rounds through the town already. No one was going to be up and ready for her again until later when their honey-do-lists were complete and all the children were in bed.

She didn’t feel like masturbating again either. But when one drained everyone around them rather quickly, there wasn’t much else to d—her nose twitched, and her eyes widened. “Hello darlin’~”

Looking down he spotted what had to be the most hour-glass shaped goblin alive, burying her face into his crotch through his robes.

"Huh? You wanna run that by me again, tiny?" he asked, blinking in surprise and setting the melon down as the vendor let out a weary groan from the interruption.

Jason shivers just a little at the suddenness of it all, but she finds what she's looking for quite easily.

Frankly, a blind person could find it quite easily, it's fucking massive.

Hours of fucking her there on the floor, slapping sloppy flesh against flesh, pale white against rich brown, smeared with corrupted eldritch spunk until it was connecting them in stringy, slimy ropes.

Hours of biting and clawing and thrusting, grunting and moaning, even kissing, his long tongue snaking up to meet hers as it lolled out of her mouth, twining around it possessively, tugging on it, smearing it with his own drool.

He hadn't lost it like this in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time sex felt this intense, there wasn't enough of his mind active right now to remember. Memory was shut down to make room for BREED TAKE CLAIM FUCK FUCK FUCK.

That was also why he didn't question how fucking her cunt led to his cum coming out of her mouth. Even then, he would have just assumed weird Faerunian bullshit and rolled with it anyway.

They should have passed out, but it was like every orgasm was fueling them, his cum filling her with hot energy, her squeezing cunt and creamy mess lighting him on fire...

Her eyes slipped shut as his hips slammed down again, forcing that cum coated, spunk smeared, veiny throbbing Wolf-Elf breaker as far as it could go, before drawing back and taking her ability to be anything but a moaning whore with it. Forcing self-preservation and common sense from between her thighs in another heavy hitting, body shaking, cunt clenching orgasm.

And yet...there was something there. Just under the current that tickled and itched. Forced its way through the haze and cooed that it wasn't enough. Despite the fact they'd been at it for longer than she could count. That she'd cum... she'd stopped counting after sixty-five...so who knew how many times he'd brought her to the edge and mercilessly tossed her over it. But it was there in the way her body ached even her orgasm slowed to a simmering halt. She needed more.

He begins pushing back inside, dragging that thick head along her swollen walls, making her stretch once more to accommodate his girth in a way that makes her whine her pleasure. And even though her back arches, guiding him deeper. It's not enough.

"More," she whimpers, savoring the heat seeping into her core and spreading throughout her body like lava that each of his thrusts seek molten. Her whimpers turning to needy mewls when it felt as though it was going to burn her from the inside out, only to cool just under the surface.

"More." She pleaded. Yet her hips kept bucking up to meet his. her claws tearing at his skin, and she leans up to find new places for her teeth to sink in. Her body giving way to instincts, searching, hunting, for what she needed to scratch the itch that was building up to be unbearable.

"I need more," she growled against his skin. Her hips rocking, shifting, trying to find the angle, the spot, the position that would get her what she wanted. But when that didn't work, when it only made her go from blissful pleasured to frustratingly almost there, she curled her body around his.

"FuckfuckfuckFUCKmoregivememore!" She chanted like a mantra, her eyes snapping open, locking onto his face as she uses what strength she hadn't been aware she still had, after hours of rutting, to force him onto his back. Not wanting to let even an inch of that fuckmeat slip from inside of her, she follows the motion. The sudden motion shifting it inside of her and making it press against a spot that her biting her lip to stifle a predatory growl.

Her legs settle on either side of his waist, pinning him with his on the outer side of her hips, her hands coming to grip his ankles, nails biting into the skin as she used them as anchors. Keeping his thighs spread wide, not caring too much if she was stable enough or not, she begins to bounce up and down his massive shaft. Splattering their combined juices with each slam of skin-on-skin contact. The thunderous clap of her ass with each down beat like applause as the tip of his head kissed the back of her womb and forced it somewhere up between her ribs.

"Nggghhhh yyyesssssh." She sighed, eyes crossing and rolling upward when she raised her hips and slammed them back down again. "Wight, theeeewaaahhh."

His massive cumtanks slapped against her round cheeks, and she straightened, wanting to feel them more with each bounce, blocking her view of his face with the mountains she called a chest that jiggled and rippled in their own motions with each jerking arch of her back.

"Likethathaaaaaaa~likethatmmmfffhhhh~likethathnnnggg," she repeated in between panted moans and hungry growls as she ground her cunt against his pelvis and rode his cock like a wild horse in need of breaking in.

Her tongue lulled from the side of her mouth, her cheeks were drenched, tears were streaking black mascara down her face...one look at her face could tell anyone who knew her usual demeanor, that the prideful Wolf-Elf didn't exist now and contrary to how she should have been-she looked ever so pleased about it.

"Rightthere ahhnnggg~comeonnnnnnnnnggg~" She cried as she sped up with the same speed she used to draw an arrow, the clapping sounds of her cheeks becoming a rhythm for her to beat instead of something to keep time. Ignoring the way her inner walls clenched and relaxed around his cock, pushing against the treetunk that plugged it as she came again...and again...and again.

Each thrust now forcing her over the edge faster and harder. And if she'd been able to focus, was of more rational and sounder mind, she'd have noticed something happening. Something that had been happening since the moment that eldritch spunk entered her abused cunt. In between the pleasure and the howled moans, just there where her clit throbbed and rubbed along his body. Swollen and puffy. Pulsing...and covered in that same thick eldritch spunk that threatened to swell her stomach for nine months, smearing it back into him and looking slightly different than it was before. A bit larger than now. Like someone had taken one of those suction cups to it and continued pressing. Every orgasm that gushed from between them and splashed more spunk and juices along it seemed to make it vibrate and grow more. Easily passed off as it just being overstimulated. Too swollen and engorged. Too subtle a change for anyone to notice right away...

Haleth's whining moans fell on deaf ears, Jason unable to parse any meaning from the sounds. Either because he was too horny to care, or because the sound of sloppy flesh-smacking sex was just too damn loud.

He didn't notice the sudden and brief lucidity flash through her gaze, didn't comprehend what it might mean when her grip on him shifted and strengthened, and he was taken completely by surprise when they flipped over.

He came to, as much as one can when most of his blood is in his oversized fuckpole, and found himself on his back, his hips in the air, with a wolf-elf all but mounting him in the amazon position, his legs up in her hands as she slammed her hips down into his.

It's a new sensation, to be used like this while still getting his dick swallowed whole by a cunt he'd all-but reshaped over the last several hours. His balls still felt just as heavy with ungodly amounts of eldritch spunk as when they started, so he wasn't about to stop her.

When he could see her face past her bouncing tits, she looked like she'd had too much sex drugs and rock-n-roll and only wanted more, and he was sure he looked much the same, drooling and gasping and sweating as he was.

But his eyes were drawn lower by a shifting heat. He could feel something oozing out of him along with what felt like gallons of cum, some kind of energy, intent, and it was going into Haleth. It was going into a very specific spot, too.

And as he watched her clit twitch and swell with every fresh rope of corrupting nutsludge she wrung out of him, he thought he had a good idea of what was happening.

A slight stinging pleasure crept up her spine each time her ass slapped against his balls, bouncing back up only to clap back down.

But it wasn't enough...there was something just there, at the tip of her cunt that throbbed and ached. Pulsed, with a need that didn't seem to be fulfilled, and so she tried to curl over him, pushing her sweaty breast into his face as she raised her hips once more, letting his massive cock slide from her cunt inch by pleasurable inch, until it was popping out with the wettest lewdest sound, and his cum quickly leaked from her hole now that it wasn't blocked by the inhuman stopper.

Her clit slid along his stomach, and if she were able to pay attention to anything but the crippling need to rut, she'd have noticed it was drooling. Something a clit couldn't do. And would never do, because she no longer had one. In its place was a painfully hard cock, thick veins throbbing as it twitched along Jason's stomach and dribbled a puddle of precum. Heavy hanging balls swung just above the slit of her cunt, dropping onto his own spermtanks.

If she weren't so focused on wanting to find that right spot, she would have noticed that when she arched, she dragged her cock along his stomach. What exactly it was that made her shiver as Jason's cock pressed against each vein of her newly crafted fuckpole, the sensitive head swelling as it came to rest against the puckering hole of his ass.

Maybe she would have taken a bit more time before slamming her hips down, sinking every inch deep into the runt's hole.

But she didn't. Instead, she lifted her head and let out a hiss of pleasure as she bottomed out. Her nails dug into his ankles as her grip tightened. "There it is," she moaned, raising her hips once more, dragging her fuckmeat up, tugging at his hole as she pulled out, only to slam back down immediately. "Hnngg fuck yes, that's it."

This was exactly what she was craving. This stomach-tightening sensation. The feeling of her pelvis slamming down against him. That tingling that spread from her lower half upward and made her head slightly dizzy.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, a fleeting moment of recognition that something wasn't right passing along her face, before it was swallowed up by pleasure as she found a good rhythm. Fast and hard. Deep and rough. Balls slapping down against his ass as she rearranged his insides. Letting the head of her cock carve him out just for her massive shaft to fill him again.

He already knew what was there. His brain didn't really process that it wasn't there before, all he knew was that this beautiful woman had a cock and was about to wreck him with it, and he could feel his asshole twitching in eagerness, even as that shaft dragged across his own, making it jerk and drool with excitement.

"Yes yes, c'mon, c'mooooon, give it to meee~" he whined as that leaky tip got closer and closer, only for words to get swallowed up by a wailing moan as he felt his hole stretched tightly around her shaft, forced open nice and deep as she immediately bottomed out.

His eyes were rolling back, his neck limp as she just took him, his magically-enhanced hole already slick and tight and perfect and only being made moreso with every thrust as she forced his eldritch anatomy to reshape according to her desperate desires, every other thrust forcing a rope of cum out of his cock, only to get swallowed up by her tits as she pulled him into a sloppy needy kiss.

"You have to trust me to carry you. Do you trust me?"

He sounded perfectly confident, as if a world where he might be unable to support the weight of her incredibly fuckable body simply didn't exist.

His question almost makes her pause…almost. “Yes,” she breathes. As if she weren’t already towering over him. As if he hadn’t always been too small for her to see past her own breast. As if even now…it didn’t matter.

As she dropped, as gravity forced her to take even more cock until his balls smacked into her ass, hot pink tentacles slipped in from the edge of her vision, out of the wall behind her, slick and sinuous as they shifted around her middle, holding her against the wall as Jason started to thrust up into her from underneath.

Cyan eyes meet the back of eyelids as her head tilts back ever so slightly, and she moans at the feeling of her cunt being stretched wider. The slick wetness that drooled around his shaft made for the perfect lube to help her slide down the rest of his shaft, rigs and bulbs along it dragging along her walls. Massaging spots that had her toes curling and needy whimpers passing through her lips.

There's a tightness in her stomach that made her womb clamp down around the bulbous head of his cock, the walls of it twitching when he shifts inside of her to press deeper at a new angle that gives him access to somewhere just beneath her breasts.

It was the clap of his balls against her fat, juicy ass that let her know she'd taken all of him. She'd barely had time to register the feeling when she felt something slick, strong, and familiar curl around her body, holding her up.

"Oh," is all she can muster in response, the only sound that registers when he gives her no chance to grow accustomed to the new sensations, the fullness, or the fact of the helplessness that came with being tied up, before he was thrusting upward.

The monstrous baby maker brutalizes her insides, digging out her sense of self with each thrust and filling her with the need to be nothing more than a cumsock. Each slap of her ass along his pelvis earns him high-pitched whines and howls of pleasure, before it all mixed together into some kind of needy babbling.

He had no idea how many times she'd cum, or if she'd even just had one massive singular continuous orgasm. With how she kept squirting all over his pelvis and the floor it was impossible to tell!

All he knew was that he loved how every inch of her insides fluttered and squeezed and sucked on his cock, how her soft and supple flesh gave way under his grip and smothered his face, how he had brought this mighty huntress to ruin~

When he came, his lustful cry was muffled by her massive tits, but the sound of his churning sack was still audible as it clenched and launched a massive, corrupting load of eldritch spunk directly into her womb, forcing it to expand and take over whatever part of her torso he'd thoughtlessly shoved it into.

"You have to trust me to carry you. Do you trust me?"

He sounded perfectly confident, as if a world where he might be unable to support the weight of her incredibly fuckable body simply didn't exist.

His question almost makes her pause…almost. “Yes,” she breathes. As if she weren’t already towering over him. As if he hadn’t always been too small for her to see past her own breast. As if even now…it didn’t matter.

As she dropped, as gravity forced her to take even more cock until his balls smacked into her ass, hot pink tentacles slipped in from the edge of her vision, out of the wall behind her, slick and sinuous as they shifted around her middle, holding her against the wall as Jason started to thrust up into her from underneath.

"You have to trust me to carry you. Do you trust me?"

He sounded perfectly confident, as if a world where he might be unable to support the weight of her incredibly fuckable body simply didn't exist.

Jason shivers just a little at the suddenness of it all, but she finds what she's looking for quite easily.

Frankly, a blind person could find it quite easily, it's fucking massive.

Hours of fucking her there on the floor, slapping sloppy flesh against flesh, pale white against rich brown, smeared with corrupted eldritch spunk until it was connecting them in stringy, slimy ropes.

Hours of biting and clawing and thrusting, grunting and moaning, even kissing, his long tongue snaking up to meet hers as it lolled out of her mouth, twining around it possessively, tugging on it, smearing it with his own drool.

He hadn't lost it like this in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time sex felt this intense, there wasn't enough of his mind active right now to remember. Memory was shut down to make room for BREED TAKE CLAIM FUCK FUCK FUCK.

That was also why he didn't question how fucking her cunt led to his cum coming out of her mouth. Even then, he would have just assumed weird Faerunian bullshit and rolled with it anyway.

They should have passed out, but it was like every orgasm was fueling them, his cum filling her with hot energy, her squeezing cunt and creamy mess lighting him on fire...

Her eyes slipped shut as his hips slammed down again, forcing that cum coated, spunk smeared, veiny throbbing Wolf-Elf breaker as far as it could go, before drawing back and taking her ability to be anything but a moaning whore with it. Forcing self-preservation and common sense from between her thighs in another heavy hitting, body shaking, cunt clenching orgasm.

And yet...there was something there. Just under the current that tickled and itched. Forced its way through the haze and cooed that it wasn't enough. Despite the fact they'd been at it for longer than she could count. That she'd cum... she'd stopped counting after sixty-five...so who knew how many times he'd brought her to the edge and mercilessly tossed her over it. But it was there in the way her body ached even her orgasm slowed to a simmering halt. She needed more.

He begins pushing back inside, dragging that thick head along her swollen walls, making her stretch once more to accommodate his girth in a way that makes her whine her pleasure. And even though her back arches, guiding him deeper. It's not enough.

"More," she whimpers, savoring the heat seeping into her core and spreading throughout her body like lava that each of his thrusts seek molten. Her whimpers turning to needy mewls when it felt as though it was going to burn her from the inside out, only to cool just under the surface.

"More." She pleaded. Yet her hips kept bucking up to meet his. her claws tearing at his skin, and she leans up to find new places for her teeth to sink in. Her body giving way to instincts, searching, hunting, for what she needed to scratch the itch that was building up to be unbearable.

"I need more," she growled against his skin. Her hips rocking, shifting, trying to find the angle, the spot, the position that would get her what she wanted. But when that didn't work, when it only made her go from blissful pleasured to frustratingly almost there, she curled her body around his.

"FuckfuckfuckFUCKmoregivememore!" She chanted like a mantra, her eyes snapping open, locking onto his face as she uses what strength she hadn't been aware she still had, after hours of rutting, to force him onto his back. Not wanting to let even an inch of that fuckmeat slip from inside of her, she follows the motion. The sudden motion shifting it inside of her and making it press against a spot that her biting her lip to stifle a predatory growl.

Her legs settle on either side of his waist, pinning him with his on the outer side of her hips, her hands coming to grip his ankles, nails biting into the skin as she used them as anchors. Keeping his thighs spread wide, not caring too much if she was stable enough or not, she begins to bounce up and down his massive shaft. Splattering their combined juices with each slam of skin-on-skin contact. The thunderous clap of her ass with each down beat like applause as the tip of his head kissed the back of her womb and forced it somewhere up between her ribs.

"Nggghhhh yyyesssssh." She sighed, eyes crossing and rolling upward when she raised her hips and slammed them back down again. "Wight, theeeewaaahhh."

His massive cumtanks slapped against her round cheeks, and she straightened, wanting to feel them more with each bounce, blocking her view of his face with the mountains she called a chest that jiggled and rippled in their own motions with each jerking arch of her back.

"Likethathaaaaaaa~likethatmmmfffhhhh~likethathnnnggg," she repeated in between panted moans and hungry growls as she ground her cunt against his pelvis and rode his cock like a wild horse in need of breaking in.

Her tongue lulled from the side of her mouth, her cheeks were drenched, tears were streaking black mascara down her face...one look at her face could tell anyone who knew her usual demeanor, that the prideful Wolf-Elf didn't exist now and contrary to how she should have been-she looked ever so pleased about it.

"Rightthere ahhnnggg~comeonnnnnnnnnggg~" She cried as she sped up with the same speed she used to draw an arrow, the clapping sounds of her cheeks becoming a rhythm for her to beat instead of something to keep time. Ignoring the way her inner walls clenched and relaxed around his cock, pushing against the treetunk that plugged it as she came again...and again...and again.

Each thrust now forcing her over the edge faster and harder. And if she'd been able to focus, was of more rational and sounder mind, she'd have noticed something happening. Something that had been happening since the moment that eldritch spunk entered her abused cunt. In between the pleasure and the howled moans, just there where her clit throbbed and rubbed along his body. Swollen and puffy. Pulsing...and covered in that same thick eldritch spunk that threatened to swell her stomach for nine months, smearing it back into him and looking slightly different than it was before. A bit larger than now. Like someone had taken one of those suction cups to it and continued pressing. Every orgasm that gushed from between them and splashed more spunk and juices along it seemed to make it vibrate and grow more. Easily passed off as it just being overstimulated. Too swollen and engorged. Too subtle a change for anyone to notice right away...

Haleth's whining moans fell on deaf ears, Jason unable to parse any meaning from the sounds. Either because he was too horny to care, or because the sound of sloppy flesh-smacking sex was just too damn loud.

He didn't notice the sudden and brief lucidity flash through her gaze, didn't comprehend what it might mean when her grip on him shifted and strengthened, and he was taken completely by surprise when they flipped over.

He came to, as much as one can when most of his blood is in his oversized fuckpole, and found himself on his back, his hips in the air, with a wolf-elf all but mounting him in the amazon position, his legs up in her hands as she slammed her hips down into his.

It's a new sensation, to be used like this while still getting his dick swallowed whole by a cunt he'd all-but reshaped over the last several hours. His balls still felt just as heavy with ungodly amounts of eldritch spunk as when they started, so he wasn't about to stop her.

When he could see her face past her bouncing tits, she looked like she'd had too much sex drugs and rock-n-roll and only wanted more, and he was sure he looked much the same, drooling and gasping and sweating as he was.

But his eyes were drawn lower by a shifting heat. He could feel something oozing out of him along with what felt like gallons of cum, some kind of energy, intent, and it was going into Haleth. It was going into a very specific spot, too.

And as he watched her clit twitch and swell with every fresh rope of corrupting nutsludge she wrung out of him, he thought he had a good idea of what was happening.

It makes other things very hard too, at least it does for Markus. And so does the sensation of her claws in his ass, and the warmth spreading over his thigh through his robe.

Her lips moved on instinct, her tongue continuing their battle with his. Had she had a bit more oxygen to the brain she would’ve shoved it down his throat. But because she couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the sensations of his lips against hers, the way heat pooled like molten lava into her core every time she rocked her hips to grind against his thigh and the way the darkness swirled in tight circles like it was forming a new galaxy. One enveloped in ecstasy that she couldn’t escape from.

Perhaps that was why her hips rocked harder when she could feel his fuckmeat lengthen. Memories of the time he’d fucked her that one time scrapping through her mind in broken tid bits. Like a cassette time one had forgotten to rewind. Or the exact reason she couldn’t focus on the way the haze had stopped being manageable and she was slowly slipping under the darkness. The weight dragging her down like an anchor to the leg.

The release of his hand and the gasp of sudden rush of air had her disorientated, so much so that the usual strength she’d had in her legs vanished and she stumbled back, a sound of surprise pulling from her throat, the second she felt him push her backwards and a sudden more secure placement was at her back.

The motion of surprise had her mouth opening a bit wider and she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. The turn of events making her squeeze at the cheeks in her hand as she swooned. His growling unlocking something primal in her that had the tips of her ears curling and goosebumps trailing along her arms. Her back arching so she could press the breast he groped further into his hand.

Predatory.

He drew out a whimpered, needy whine she hadn't known she could make, the second his other hand reached up, and she felt his nails scratch against her scalp to tangle through the white tresses. Her head almost tilted back on instinct, but was forced to stay in place as his kiss swallowed her oxygen, making her dizzy.

His lips felt like molten lava against hers. Rough and heated. Attacking her already plump lips mercilessly and making them tingle as they swelled and all but made her knees weak. It was not often that she was reduced to prey, even farther off still since the last time she'd allowed anyone to treat her like such, but this? This was what she needed.

His hands moved again, this time just shoving up under the scant furs she wore to get at the few parts of her body she covered for the sake of 'decency', pushing fabric out of the way or outright tearing it off to pinch a nipple cruelly, smack her ass directly, and finally shove his fingers right up into that dripping pussy.

He finally allowed the kiss to break, if only by an inch, breathing hard and heavy as one of his hands found the back of her head again, gripping her hair close to the scalp and pulling her head back so he could kiss at her throat.

The tip of her tail flicking when she felt his hands move, her body rolling her hips against him, trying to entice him to touching her more. Only for her to let a whimpering whine when she felt him pulling her clothing aside. Wanting to tell him to be careful not to rip it, but being unable in the haze of lust, especially when he pinched at her nipples. Earning a jolt of shivers, and a groaned moan into his mouth when he slapped her ass. However it was his fingers diving into her slick cunt. Her walls immediately sucking at them as the tension she hadn’t known in her shoulders melted away and she all but lowered onto his fingers.

The feeling so good that when he broke the kiss, even just a little her mouth immediately sought his lips, her eyes glossed and her cheeks smeared with their spit, chin slick with the remnants of just how much she wanted him. A dog’s whine rumbling in the back of her throat that shifted to a mewls the second his hand was back in her hair. Forcing it back, the roughness creating a pleasurable sting where strands met skin.

For a deadly 300+ year-old ranger, Haleth was insultingly curvaceous, and he had been dying to just go to town on her body ever since she'd joined up.

Her back arching into the tingling sensation he creates with his fingers along her clit. Playing her like an instrument and forcing out a string of moans that strung themselves along the puff of air between then and the gasps when his teeth sank into her skin once more.

Her hips rolled and grind down against his thigh, making the wet spot that was forming earlier bigger and more prominent. The thought of her scent coating him like a thick perfume had her clawing at him. Needing to mark him in other ways.

It was little surprise, that he got her so riled up. Losing whatever barely there self-control she held onto. She’d seen him conquer battles with just that thing between his legs and that tongue she felt against her neck with each scrape of his teeth.

She knew what he was capable of, and if it weren’t for the fact rutting constantly just wasn’t realistic for their current adventure- the runt would never know anything else.

So he obliged, shedding his robes and just shoving his cock between her legs before she could even get off of the wall, thrusting up despite the height difference, her shaking legs all but forcing her to sink her weight down onto his magically-altered treetrunk of a cock.

Jason shivers just a little at the suddenness of it all, but she finds what she's looking for quite easily.

Frankly, a blind person could find it quite easily, it's fucking massive.

Hours of fucking her there on the floor, slapping sloppy flesh against flesh, pale white against rich brown, smeared with corrupted eldritch spunk until it was connecting them in stringy, slimy ropes.

Hours of biting and clawing and thrusting, grunting and moaning, even kissing, his long tongue snaking up to meet hers as it lolled out of her mouth, twining around it possessively, tugging on it, smearing it with his own drool.

He hadn't lost it like this in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time sex felt this intense, there wasn't enough of his mind active right now to remember. Memory was shut down to make room for BREED TAKE CLAIM FUCK FUCK FUCK.

That was also why he didn't question how fucking her cunt led to his cum coming out of her mouth. Even then, he would have just assumed weird Faerunian bullshit and rolled with it anyway.

They should have passed out, but it was like every orgasm was fueling them, his cum filling her with hot energy, her squeezing cunt and creamy mess lighting him on fire...