I don't contribute much but I just came across a little piece of history I had on floppy disk. A literary piece of work that I saved from 2003. For those old schoolers that remember when pumpkin bellies site, Del kens, Cheviots, and of course ampleimages ruled, may remember this story It was one of a couple stories on ampleimages. I dont know the author but it was never finished. I wouldnt mind taking a crack at finishing it. But I figured id post it here first. before I attempt to continue this gem.
without further ado I present
A Legend of Sex and Desire
The world is called Maljestic and its lands are in turmoil. The immortals that benevolently, though sometimes mischievously, watch over the many races of the realm are under siege by one of their own. Using their powers against them the powerful beings can do nothing to help those they protect. It is up to the mortals to free their immortals and themselves.
This is a tale of an age where sexual desire runs rampant among the immortals and those mortals whom they guarded, good and evil. Their only salvation lay between the mammoth breasts of the beautiful elven female, of a mysterious decent, Raylenethos and her two companions, the dashing rouge elf, Khambien and the gorgeous half-elven gypsy Charlize. Standing against them and the mastermind of the immortals lose of inhibition is the dark Lord Epyon and his minions. Unknown to the companions, Lord Epyon has abducted the Lady Lethan, the immortal of Lust. With out her presence all inhibition and control is lost and wild lust is freed, even amongst the best of people and races, including the immortals. The three companions, with the aid of a beautiful but flighty nymph and an immortal swords master and a dragon feared by all, they will have to fight and fuck their way across the lands to face the deadly Epyon and free both mortal and immortal from his sexual siege. Let our tale begin.
The Capture
Sitting down on the plush furred couch, the young warrior happily lies on his back. He cannot believe that this gorgeous immortal has chosen him to be her lover…for this night. The big-breasted female slowly pulls down his cloth trousers, revealing a monstrous nine-inch cock. She licks her full plump lips, her gigantic, melon sized breasts sway heavily in the handsome mans face as he licks at her thick tender nipples; just managing to catch the meaty flesh in his lips. She gently rubs the snake like shaft, the huge muscle hardening under her soft touch. A deep husky moan escapes his lips as the buxom woman finally wraps her pouty lips around the bulbous head of his cock, the organ swelling between her red silk flesh. The luscious female sucks down the delicious tool, its girth filling her warm mouth, her long fingers tickling his cum filled balls; the ecstatic warrior gorging himself on her immense tit flesh. She licks the veiny muscle causing his breath to grow heavier as she swallows down the shaft, her lithe hands stroking the base of his thick rod, his cum quickly rising. The strong male slaps his hand on the wonderful immortals firm round ass, the clap ringing in the small confined room. She releases her vice lick grip on his swelling manhood and helps him to his feet, easing herself into a sitting position in front of him. He gently grasps the back of her head, his strong hands intertwining with her silky brown hair, his aged hazel eyes; lost in lust, gaze into her steel blue orbs as she swallows down his meaty stock. Her head bobs up and down the tool, all the way down to the base, her feminine hands rubbing and squeezing her majestic mammeries. Pumping his hips with quick gyrations the warrior drills her angelic face, his steed gliding through her lovely, pouty lips. With her tongue twirling over his twitching shaft she lets the huge snake fall between her massive boobs and she clasps the sensitive member in an iron grip of tit meat. She runs her satin orbs up and down his pole, the soft flesh of her tongue once again teasing the grand muscle. He rams his cock through her mountainous breasts, fucking her tits with wild abandon. She moans softly as he continues to drill her virgin tight cleavage, the warrior grasping her beautiful breasts, the bountiful, soft flesh spilling over his powerful hands. His head leans back and a low throaty growl rises from within him as her monstrous orbs glide over his sex. Gently he pushes the female down onto her back; spreading her long muscular legs as he eases his serpent cock into her moist, tight clit; her pussy lips embracing every burning inch of his shaft. Building up momentum the defined male rhythmically fills the gorgeous immortals snug cunt; the beautiful female holding her massive orbs as they jiggle and sway on her tiny chest, a thin film of sweat forming over her flat tummy. She pants and moans softly with the warriors’ passionate pounding, the flesh of their hips clapping softly. The massive cock fills every bit of her sex; the stout human holding her sleek thighs for support as he fucks her. After a few long strokes the warrior pulls out, allowing the astonishing beauty to change positions; turning so that she is on her hands and knees, her rotund buttocks facing the lustful male, her humongous udders dangling with their weight, as he once again enters her delectable cunt. Now he fucks her hungrily, her bountiful boobs swaying madly with each thrust, her angelic face shiny with perspiration and intense with pleasure; nibbling on her delicious lower lip. The immortal leans her body forward, pushing her ass higher and allowing him to enter her even deeper. Both man and woman are panting and moaning, the warriors cock ready to burst. When she can feel him about to pop the lovely lady pulls away from him and stands. She then directs him to lay down with a motion of her hand. Once the warrior has lain on his broad back, his cock standing full and erect, she impales herself on the mighty muscle burring it inside her. Then she proceeds to FUCK him, her strong hips grinding and arching against his, her bubble like rear end bouncing off his thick shaft, her immense breasts massaging his flexed pecks. Panting with desire she feverishly rides his quivering manhood, feeling his cum engorged rod ready to erupt.
“Are you going to cum for me?” she asks in a babyish voice, soft and pouty.
All he can manage is quick breathless moans of pleasure as she continues to ride his cock, milking cum from his taunt balls. Her awesome ass rolls back and forth, up and down his pole until all he can babble is, “Ohh…ohh...ooohhhh!”
“Cum for…for meee!”, her face an intense mask of pleasure, sexuality, lust and passion.
The immortal pulls up off his cock, letting it fall between her firm butt cheeks as she continues her rhythmic fucking until he finally explodes, thick ropes of milky cum fall heavily on her backside. She pumps and rocks, his shaft sliding through her cum slick ass crack, until she is completely sure that he is drained of every last drop; even reaching back to jerk it dry. Leaning forward, her soft tits mashing against his chiseled chest she kisses his lips, her gentle satin lips caressing him into a deep slumber. Once he is unconscious, the immortal stands and wraps herself in a sheer silk robe, then steps through an adjacent mirror; walking into a tiny, though comfortable room with a large greenish pool in the center of the floor. With a wave of her hand the pool begins to shimmer and an image appears.
The strange pool ripples with energy as the image within it; a gorgeous white skinned female with full heavy breasts entwined with a handsome elf with long black hair and chiseled muscles becomes more and more passionate. Watching the erotic picture with pleasure and enjoyment is her mistress; the Lady of Lust, Lethan. Gorgeous beyond words; with shoulder length cinnamon brown hair, intense blue eyes, soft pale skin; creamy and rich, and delectable pouty lips, she looks in on her follower, her immense breasts heaving on her chest, her long silk gown flattering her slender waist, full curvaceous hips and long muscular legs, her entire form shiny with sweat and the after glow of sex. As she watches she lets out a whisper of a prayer and the nymph grinds herself with even further vigor. Lethan stands proudly over the murky blue pool, the eerie green light illuminating the cozy scrying room. Her vibrant blue eyes watch the scene as her youngest handmaiden; Serenity, the nymph of the air, frolics with a very lucky mortal. A luscious smile forms on her full pouty lips. With another hushed blessing the angelic immortal leaves the confines of the magical room. She walks happily through a long hallway, colored in bright reds, blues, greens and oranges, the sunlight splashing through the multi colored glass windows. Slowly she passes through the beautiful hues, each color radiant on her shimmering gown as she finally reaches her destination. Opening the door Leathan enters a lush room of mattresses, silk, satin, fur, and mirrored walls. Within the center of the room a large marble bath, the water clear and steaming. Surrounding it are thirteen statues of all the major immortals, made of black and white marble. Lethan slowly unclasps her silky garment, allowing her titanic orbs to bounce free, the flimsy clothing to fall to the ground and eases herself into the warm water. She lowers herself into the pool until she is submerged up to her neck. Closing her icy eyes the immortal leans against the warm stone, allows herself to relax. Suddenly she ups, a sudden sense of fear and wrongness washing over her. One of the mirrors violently explodes away, Lethan ducks under the surface to protect her from the shattering glass. The immortal stands angrily from the pool, water running down her delicious body, her eyes glowing pure gold with anger. In her baby soft pouty but angry voice she faces her assailant.
“Who dares enter my sanctum…!”?
Before her stands a monstrous four-armed beast, in each of his lower hands he holds an unconscious female; one a busty red skinned beauty with a muscular frame, the other, a blue skinned nymph with long flowing bluish green hair and huge melon sized orbs hanging off her chest. Behind him a shadowy figure wearing an ebony robe and midnight colored armor that conforms to his very skin, glides from the darkness. True fear rushes through over the beautiful woman, a sudden tremor within her body telling her that something evil was beginning.
“Hello sister.”
“Epyon!”
“We have much to do…whether you like it or not.”
“The others…”
A truly evil smile comes across his handsome face.
“They won’t have anything to say about it. Khlabec…grab her!”
“You will fail! Prophecies are just rumors” she cries as the monster stalks in on her, “Someone will stop you!”
“Prophecies are only rumors if you don’t make them come true.”
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINING
The beautiful nymphs lithe body trembles as the huge horned beast buries his massive cock deep into her hairless sex, her mammoth breasts; the size of ripe melons, jiggle and sway wildly on her tight frame. Crying and pleading with all her might she grips his muscular arms angrily; her long knife like nails slicing into his tough flesh as his thick member disappears into her tiny frame until their hips meet with loud claps of skin. Beads of sweat build on her bronze skin and tears of anger and lust run down her cheeks; strands of her wild greenish gold mane stick to her gorgeous face, her enormous globes bouncing heavily. The beast slaps a monstrous hand on one of her mountainous wobbling breasts, the soft meaty tit flesh squeezing between his large digits. He grips her fleshy mound tightly, the young nymphs’ large nipples hardening under his grasp. Now drenched in perspiration and tears, the hulking creature turns the nymph over on her hands and knees, her shapely ass glaring sweetly at him; his trunk like shaft spreading the females swollen lips grotesquely. Her massive orbs sway madly as the daemon continues to ram his bulk into her tight body. The daemons’ huge hands wrap around her slender waist as he rams his beast deeper and deeper down her gaping snatch. Sweat pours down the two immortals bodies as the horned beast fucks the subdued nymph with evil abandon. She moans and whimpers as her emerald eyes glass over and her beautiful body begins to shudder, the painful pleasure of his girth bringing her to orgasm. Milky liquid erupts from her stuffed pussy, streaming over the great monsters muscle and runs down her silky thigh. He grunts lustfully, his red orbs narrowing to thin slits as he turns his majestic horned head towards a shadowy figure in the corner, then nods, an evil smile broadening across his twistedly handsome façade. The young nymph, her innocent face lost in sexual lust, tightens up as the creature drills her engorged cunt. She can feel the head of the cock in her stomach; her flat belly bulging with his size, as the immense pole is buried to the hilt. The daemon lets loose a guttural growl as the whole of his muscular frame flexes and erupts, cum pouring like a river into the beautiful girls belly. The nymph gasps as her insides are filled with the beasts searing hot juices. He bucks and shivers, shooting the last bit of his cream into her womb, filling her body to capacity. The daemon gently flips the beautiful demihuman onto her back. Now he can see the glorious fruits of his labor; her once flat belly is slowly growing round and full, the conception complete. The young females tummy quickly swells and balloons, the flesh thinning as her abdomen stretches. She looks in awe and fear as her stomach expands into a massive sphere, a fleshy distended orb, as do her already big tits, filling with milk. Soon the nymph can feel her hips widen as her belly, full, heavy and gravid, her flesh pulled taunt and shiny, drops between her now plump legs. Her body fattens, the sharp lines of her face and toned curves of her body become softer, more rounded as her belly swells until she looks ready to deliver numerous offspring, soft moans pierce her lips as the weight of her flesh covered dome becomes evident. As she tenderly and fearfully rubs her sore immensely swollen, belly, her extremely hefty mammeries, laden with milk as a pregnant mothers breasts would be, sit wonderfully atop it, she stares in confusion, sadness, anger and innocence at the daemon.
“ Why? ”
“ Why not Nareel? ”, a melodic voice bellows out from the dark corner of the antechamber.
With much difficulty Nareel; tired, confused and angry, manages to turn her heavy body in the direction of the voice; sweat dripping from her giant breasts and massive tummy, strands of her wild hair lay matted to her sweet face and graceful slopping shoulders. In the once dark corner, something she had not noticed when the daemon first brought her here, sits the naked dark Lord Epyon, the immortal of darkness and treachery. Beautiful in the evilest way, he sits proudly upon an onyx throne; his own ebony skin blending into the shadowy rock, his muscles glistening with a thin film of wet, his pure white mane laying long over his broad shoulders and golden eyes locking on hers. Before him, bent by his very will, sit two females whom she recognizes, her sisters; one a gorgeous red skinned nymph, her massive tits sitting high on her chest; her thick black hair hangs down her muscular back. Her yellow eyes are only partially open as she stuffs her gaping cunt with a fat cylindrical rod, almost the length of her own arm. She buries the false shaft into her dripping sex until it virtually disappears, pulls it out and then repeats the motion. The other female lies awkwardly between Epyons muscular legs. This one, a dryad; a sea nymph, is filling her mouth with the dark immortals’ ebony cock; her massive tits wrapped around the thick shaft. Nareel watches as the thick tool slowly glides through the dryads’ hefty mammeries, a thin stream of precum running down its long shaft. The black muscle is huge and even Nareel can’t help her own desire to feel the huge organ down her throat or deep in her own moist pussy. This nymphs belly is also hug and swollen, her once sleek body adorned in baby fat, obviously pregnant by Epyons design and not her own and Nareel suddenly feels her pain and anguish. Her bluish skin shimmers with sweat, her enormous gravid tummy is shiny and sleek, as she squeezes her huge globes tighter around Epyons meat and breast fucks him, continuing to suck on his member. Even the dark immortal himself lets loose a breath of lust at the dryads’ breast skills. Forcing herself to look away from the enticing and saddening scene, Nareel glares up hatefully at the handsome and deadly immortal.
“ Why have you done this?”
“ Why did I allow Corbios to have his way with and impregnate you? Simple really. Since Corbios is a part of me, a part of me is NOW in you and you are NOW mine. The babies, well they are none of your concern. Now make your MASTER proud and fuck me!”
Without another word Nareel, her big belly sticking out far on her tiny frame; almost three feet, waddles over to the dark immortal and slowly straddles him; the other dryad guiding his monstrous cock into her extremely wet hole, her hugely gravid tummy sitting heavily on his abdomen. Nareel can only let out one single tear as all her own thoughts become clouded and lost; all she can desire is the dark Lord Epyon deep inside her. The immortal hungrily grips her wide meaty sides as he lifts the nymph up and down on his rod, her huge tits bouncing wildly and her fat pregnant belly slapping wickedly against his tightly muscled stomach. Nareel grips his shoulders as his hips drive the gargantuan log into her cum and baby filled womb, her juices streaming down his shaft. The other two nymphs lick and suck on Epyons swollen balls, their tongues lapping up Nareels’ nectar and quickly sending the dark Epyon over the edge; already haven been sucked, stroked, tit fucked, and fucked for many hours by the two females long before Corbios even had been with Nareel. Feeling her master on the verge of eruption, Nareel grinds her wide hips faster and harder, milking the thick cock of its precious cream, her meaty and fattened frame jiggling with every powerful thrust. Epyon only grins as he finally blasts his massive load into her full womb. Wide eyed she digs into the immortals muscle as she conceives more children, her belly swelling to an unimaginable girth; spreading out to her sides and pressing hard into Epyons gut, her back arching in delicious ecstasy. Epyon chuckles as Nareels’ belly distends further, her belly button poking out like an erect nipple, her flesh stretching tighter and tighter until her belly swells to almost four or more feet, her expanded sides widening with tender fat. The two females quickly and happily help lift their sisters’ extremely pregnant and heavy body off Epyons still hard cock, cum dripping from her snatch. The red skinned nymph then impales herself on Epyons still rigid muscle as the two dryads kiss and rub each other’s massive tits and full bellies. Epyon growls gleefully.
“ Bring me more Corbios. I desire MORE! “
The horned daemon turns with a nod and a devilish grin forming on his wicked lips; strolls out of the chamber, his appearance changing from that of a daemon to a handsome blonde haired elf.
Raylenethos sips her mug of ale and brushes her reddish brown hair from her angelic face as she watches the strange and erotic performance, taking place on the tavern stage. The gorgeous olive skinned elf stares in wonder as two disgusting but extremely well hung ogres double dick a chubby big breasted bar wench. The larger ogre has the wenches dress draped over her meaty round ass as he crams his thick log into her tight sphincter, her beefy cheeks rippling with the beasts pounding hips. The other greenish gray brute is stuffing the human females cute sweaty face with his girth; her tongue running down its length, spit hanging off his hairy nut sack that she squeezes tightly, his grimy hands trying desperately to grab hold of her fat, heavy tits, which hang free of her tight apron and dress, as they jiggle insanely with each of the ogres thrusts. The female groans and moans with delight as the two cretins drill her bubbly body. Raylenethos takes another drink of her warm ale as a cute halfling bar maid with round chocolate brown eyes, rich ebony hair tied high in a top knot on her small head and surprisingly large tits for her slim though curvy four foot two inch frame. Wearing tight leather breaches and a bear skin vest; which reveals a valley of cleavage, she steps up to her table and delivers a full glass of golden red liquid; straining to get it to the top on the high standing table without spilling it. The elf eyes the glass then looks at the halfling.
“Tristin, who ordered this?”
“Who else Ray? Besides, he feels bad about screwing up your last job.”
“Does everybody know about that?”
“Not everybo…” the sexy halfling is abruptly cut short by a loud growl from the stage.
The two females turn as one of ogres; the big one grunts deeply, shooting a heavy load of cum all over the maidens’ more than supple ass, the thick liquid splattering on her full cheeks in sticky gobs. She squeals in glee, releasing the smaller beasts organ from her lips only to trap it between her fat globes. The wench squeezes the swollen muscle with her mammoth, melon sized, orbs tight around his cock as he drills her mountainous tit flesh. His hips pump furiously, her pillowy skin pulling his juices from his body, as she manages to tongue the bulbous head as it barely penetrates her abundant breasts. He grips her mammeries; tit meat billowing between his fingers as she cups his furry sack with her soft hands.
“Cum for me Groc, cum for Teela”, she coos between laps of her tongue. Groc squeezes her tits even tighter around his shaft as he groans something in ogre.
“Ooohh yyeess Groc, cum for your Teela!”
The ogres’ body tightens as a fountain of jism explodes between Teelas’ mammoth juggs; blasting right into the happy females gaping mouth. Most of Grocs’ load goes down her throat but a great deal of the sticky cream lands on her plateau of tit flesh and in her dirty, disheveled blonde hair. She hefts up the mighty mounds one at time, licking them clean of the ogres’ goo. Groc slowly and weakly pulls up his breaches as a table of ogres clap and hoot and holler for their friend, as do some of the more raunchy and horny bar patrons.
“What in the nine hells was that all about” Raylenethos asks as Teela heads behind the bar, hopefully to clean up.
“Apparently it was Grocs’ and his twin brother Blatocs’ birthday. Their regulars with Teela and for ogres their pretty good guys and even better tippers.”
“That must be one hell of a tip. One of those brutes is bad enough but two?”
“Raylenethos, your one to talk!”
The gorgeous elf just eyes the adorable halfling, her light brown orbs almost glowing in the dim light.
“Two humans and an elf do not even compare.”
Tristin just smiles and walks away. Almost as an after thought Raylenethos remembers the glass of wine.
“Tristin, tell Khambien thanks.”
The halfling just waves as she works her way through the crowd, her shapely ass turning more than a few heads. She’s almost trampled by a drunken barbarian but a very quick dwarf pulls her out of the way. The sexy little female rewards the squat warrior with a kiss that could curl his red belly length beard.
Raylenethos chuckles at the spectacle as another group of sex crazed patrons take the stage; this time a well endowed half elven female; slim waisted with large round tits sitting high on her chest and a muscular and well endowed elven male, who immediately drops his leather trousers as the busty half breed swallows his stiff member. Ray downs the last of her previous brew and begins on her new glass of wine; all the while allowing her free hand to subtlety slip between her legs and play with her aroused clit through her black leather thong. She cannot explain her sudden arousal but she can feel herself growing wetter and wetter as the two patrons grope eachother with lustful abandon. Just as she slips her second finger into her moist cunt, a tall red and black haired elf with golden skin, wearing an expensive green silk shirt, soft leather pants, thigh high riding boots and wielding a heavy coin purse, approaches the table. She looks up at the elf with a resigned smile.
“My lady.”
“Si…ir” she calmly manages as her second finger plunges into her wet snatch.
“I noticed that you were alone and I wondered if you would like some company?”
Suddenly, with out any warning, Raylenethos slides her dripping fingers from her own sex and grips the slight, though noticeable bugle in his groin.
“Listen, I have a table in the back in the corner. Would you like to join me?”
The elf; astonished, can only nod as the delicious elf leads him to the blacked out corner of the tavern, the bulge in his groin now obvious. Surprisingly many of the patrons hardly notice, the elf on stage driving his schlong through the half elves deep cleavage, diverting their attention. There are a few who notice Raylenethos though and those few watch her carefully. One in particular is a white skinned snow elf that is as handsome as he is beautiful. His pale blue eyes follow the gorgeous female; wearing tight black furred chaps that reveal her round firm ass with a thin ebony thong running between her supple cheeks, a black leather belt that rides low on her curvy hips, a tight leather u-front top that turns into a fur covered choker around her neck and fitting tightly around her mammoth breasts; showing off her more than bountiful tits and abundant cleavage, elbow length gloves striped in black and white fur with a long sheathed scimitar hanging low off her waist, her reddish brown hair hangs long beyond her gentle rolling shoulders, her seductive golden brown eyes and full rose colored lips combined with a face of an angel and shapely toned body make Raylenethos one of the most beautiful and sexually alluring females the elf has ever laid his eyes upon. Raylenethos’ only mortal competition may be their friend Charlize, a half elven beauty in her own right.
Just as the two disappear into the dimly lit corner Tristin stops next to the snow elf, watching her friend draw the curtains closed.
“So what do you think she’s doing?”
“Costing us a room at the Last Place.”
“Khambien, she wouldn’t be crazy enough to rob the son of the elven ambassador from Northbin? Would she?”
Khambien takes a deep draw from his glass.
“Do you think she knows?”
Khambien takes another deep swig of wine.
“Oh! Sorry.”
Raylenethos leads the still shocked male into a private both, set specifically in the darkest corner of the tavern and with a draw curtain which allows rendezvous of all kinds to be kept relatively secret and sits the young elf down on the plush; for a tavern this small, yeti furred bench. She closes the drape and spins with spectacular speed on the young elf, a thin bladed dagger appearing from nowhere in her hand, its tip at his throat.
“Who in the fuck are you and why did you come to my table. Talk fast and be very convincing.”
He takes a deep breath, his chocolate brown eyes wide with fear.
“My name is Dane…Dane Hawkspin. My friends out there bet that I would not approach someone as stunning and”, he swallows hard, “as dangerous as you.”
Easing the blade down his silk shirt, over his money pouch, gliding across to his belt clasp she smiles mischievously; cutting the lamb skin material with ease.
“Well…” looking down at his rising crotch, “you can tell your friends that you win.”
Raylenethos yanks down his soft leather breaches as the Danes’ long, thin cock rises like sword. The gorgeous vixen licks her full lips before she glides her silky tongue down its entire length, engulfing his balls in her warm mouth. The elf shudders at the wonderful sensation, gripping the shaggy fur of the couch tightly. Ray sucks his sack hard, tickling the tender flesh with her tongue as she grips his shaft firmly and strokes the veiny muscle slow and gentle with her free hand; her other hand subtly removing the money pouch from the preoccupied fellow. She releases his cum filled nut sack and swallows down Danes’ long cock, easing the sensitive organ over her moist lips and tongue, down into her warm wet mouth. The sultry female can feel its head go deep into her throat. She slowly and smoothly works the rigid pole in and out of her hot mouth, increasing her momentum with wonderful skill. Still gripping the base with her free hand, she tickles his cum filled balls with the cold steel of her knife. Danes’ eyes go wide with fear and lust as the frigid tip glides over his flesh. Raylenethos can feel his cock begin to pulse; his climax quickly approaches. The sucking and slurping coming from the seductive females tongue work draws a deep moan from Dane, which in turn drives Raylenethos even harder, quickening her strokes; her head bobbing furiously and her hair flailing madly. She drops her knife and pulls up her leather top over her big beautiful round breasts, her nipples rigid points, the mass of tit flesh bouncing free; which she quickly clamps around the stiff muscle; still sucking the swollen head of the shivering organ. Sweat runs down both of their bodies, lubricating the silky skin between her melons, which have begun to swell with each thrust. Pressing tight with her massive and perfect tits, her mountainous flesh billowing between her thin fingers, the soft tight cleavage gripping his pulsing muscle, Raylenethos quickly sends Dane out of control. The young elf almost freezes, his body going completely rigid as gouts of hot cream blast down Raylenethos’ deep throat. He bucks hard, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his cum empties from his balls. The sexy elf swallows the entire load; not allowing a single drop to spill free, the warm liquid pours down her throat and into her stomach. She sucks the last of the sweet nectar from his now limp muscle as he shudders and shakes, his eyes rolling back into his head and he can’t stop unconsciousness from overtaking him. Raylenethos, still licking her full lips clean of Danes’ nut, pulls her top back down; which feels a bit tighter for some reason, slips her knife back into the hidden sheath of her glove and snatches up the freed gold purse.
“Thank you sweet, sweet Dane. I’m certain you will win this back” giving him a tender kiss on his flushed cheek and tapping the stolen purse, “especially winning bets like this.”
With that the divine elf slides from the curtains, doing her best to conceal herself. She takes a quick glance around, her gaze floating over the crowd and finally locking with the icy stare of the stunning Khambien. His eyes dart to his left, somewhere near the stage. By the immortals he looks good but she knew she had no time for play. The elf catches the hint and takes a look; just in time to catch sight of a group of three male elves and one human, she would imagine to be Danes’ friends. Quickly she begins to work her way closer to the front door. There is a sudden crash from behind and Ray turns, a sexy smile forming on her face. The same red bearded dwarf who came to Tristin’s aid earlier had come to hers, “accidentally” tripping into the lead elf and sending the group of males flying off their feet and crashing painfully to the dirty floor. She could only guess what her favorite halfling offered the stout warrior for the favor but she knew she definitely owed the little shit. With the sudden reprieve Raylenethos slips into the crowded streets.
Khambien almost laughs out loud as the group picks themselves up off of the littered ground. Tristin strolls nearby and offers him a knowing wink as she delivers a fresh mug of mead to the bellowing dwarf who jokingly slaps the only human of the quartet hard on the shoulder. The off balance male nearly falls to his face but two of his companions are quick to catch him and even quicker to distance themselves from the obnoxious drunk. Tristin plants an intense kiss on the dwarf and that quickly shuts him up. The elf shakes his head as a sudden thought flashes through his mind; did Raylenethos’ breasts look bigger? He shrugs off the idea with another gulp of fae wine. Khambien turns his attention to the stage where the elf is still straddling the blonde hair half elfs’ slender waist and is wrestling with her…even larger tits. He cocks his in wonder as the lucky elf glides his pecker through her cavernous cleavage, her mounds almost doubled in size, spilling shamefully over his hands. The snow elf glances around to see if anyone has even noticed the strange occurrence but he is shocked at what he sees. Teela is once again at the ogre’s table sucking away on Grocs’ revived stiffy while she strokes two of his friends’ cocks and Blatoc is lapping away at her ripe pussy. She swallows the beasts’ pole to its hilt as her hands glide smoothly up and down his companions’ hard cocks, jacking them off with ease. As Blatocs’ slimy tongue darts in and out of her spread snatch, she lets out a muffled whimper. Even Khambien is aroused at the sight; her huge udders’ swaying free again as she sucks and strokes the plethora of dick meat. At another table not far from Teela, a slim well-endowed female patron is getting stuffed, impaling herself on some fat humans thick tool as he grips her long ebony hair. All around the tavern groups and couples are fondling or fucking one another with wild abandon. Even poor Tristin is sucked up in the strange phenomenon, tugging down the red haired dwarfs’ trousers and gobbling up his fat log as another male at the table positions himself behind her, yanks down her tight leather breaches and buries his face between her firm, supple ass cheeks, tonguing her delicious sphincter. Her vest pops open as her already large tits swell and burst from the confines of the tight material and just as suddenly a pair female hands are groping the pillowy flesh. There are some patrons not involved in the debauchery but they also do not seem to mind it. In fact Khambien realizes that the scene, though startled by it, really doesn’t appall him. Many instances have happened like this since the immortals disappeared. The elf on sage grunts and spasms as ropes of cum splatter on the young half-breeds immense mammeries. Khambiens’ attention is again diverted as he watches the group who had been chasing Raylenethos earlier, gather up their friend, discuss something quickly and make their way through crowd of sex crazed patrons. Khambien sighs, downs the last of his wine and makes his way out of the tavern; trying to avoid the luscious and busty lust filled maidens, which he realizes is a bit more difficult than he imagined.
The three big-bellied females slowly walk into the small room, only about the size of a carriage with one long satin bench placed close to a black wall and one steel door. Nareel and her sisters sit in the plush seat and slowly begin to rub their swollen and tender bellies, easing the tightly pulled flesh. Candlelight begins to illuminate the dark wall revealing behind it an absolutely beautiful female with full pouty lips, steel blue eyes and shoulder length straight brown hair; huge melon sized breasts; larger than any of the nymphs, a flat tummy, curvy hips, a big round shapely ass and muscular legs spread wide and locked into place by shackles attached to the ceiling, showing off her cleanly shaved vagina. The female whom they all recognize as their immortal, Lethan; the immortal of sexual desire and Queen of all Nymphs, is chained to the ceiling and is hanging completely vulnerable, at the mercy of their master, the vile Lord Epyon. Lethan looks up to see three of her five handmaidens, their bellies bloated and gravid, full with the seed of Epyon and his minions. Nareel her beloved tree nymph, Shaeri her favorite sea nymph and the fire nymph Kellsa; all three with their stomachs round and swollen as if at any moment the beings inside could burst free. Angrily she watches as three daemons, their semi-hard cocks long and fat step into the room with her three nymphs and the lust filled females quickly engulf the dick meat. From behind her she can hear Epyons’ daemonic chuckle.
“Let them GO EPYON! You have ME!”
Her baby soft voice is drowned out by the loud clattering of chains as a massive steel door begins to rise at the far end of the grand chamber.
“Ah with them I have your powers which means that I can now make any being, immortal or not do any sexual desire I wish. Even you Lethan, so do not worry about them little sister, I believe you have more pressing matters” as a hoard of ten of her brothers’ highest warriors enter the chamber she’s in and surround a circular bed that raises from the floor beneath her as she is simultaneously lowered down to it. As soon as the immortal hits the cushion she can feel the groping and pawning hands of the mass of daemons and her own powers working against her. One of the dark beasts buries his grotesque face between her toned legs and penetrating her delicious muff, his long serpentine tongue burrowing deep into twat, saliva drooling from his lips. She can just let out a hopeless and pleasure filled gasp. Each of her hands grip a thick, rigid cock and she lustfully jerks the powerful muscles, Epyon turning her own powers of lust against her. Corbios grabs Lethans’ gorgeous face and stuffs his pole down her throat, spreading her full lips wide, her tongue twirling over his veiny shaft. As strong hands squeeze her behemoth breasts she can feel a huge shaft slapping heavily between her vice like cleavage, her massive orbs wrapping snuggly around the thick muscle. Sticky liquid begins to run down her chest as the cock glides through her soft flesh. Powerful claws lift her waist as her eyes widen and a monstrous head spears her tight rectum. Her body quivers with each thrust of beasts’ tool. Her ears are filled with the loud slapping of flesh, the daemons that are not presently fucking her jerking and stroking their rods.
In the tiny room the three nymphs watch their queen get stuffed and defiled by Epyons’ hoard, daemons filling Leathans’ every hole and crevasse with cock. Back in the far reaches of their minds they want to aid their mistress but Epyons’ spell is too great and all they desire are the three fat logs drilling their warm mouths that spew forth seed and fill their protruding bellies with daemon young. Nareel sucks and strokes the thick meat burrowing down her throat, the pulsing flesh driving her to work even harder to release the spiked beasts precious fluid. She strokes the gargantuan length of gigantic dick; changing from long slow strokes to rapid strokes, trying to bring the monstrosity to climax. The sea nymph Shaeri cups her cretins full and heavy sack, the monster quivering at her gentle touch; her long nails tickling the sensitive flesh as he kneads her meaty melons, her nipples going rigid with each squeeze. The bull headed creature snorts viciously, a clear slimy fluid splattering on her fat sweaty belly. Kellsa slaps her red skinned globes around her daemons round shaft. The handsome male grabs her pillowy breasts; his large clawed hands covering her tiny ones and adds even more pressure against his full trunk. Her abundant boob flesh engulfs his prick, his furry sack tickling the tender skin of her massive tummy, the sensation urging her even further into her sexual frenzy. She sucks and laps at the swollen head as it barely penetrates her hefty juggs. As the beasts’ hips pump faster and faster, his python gliding through her cavern of titty meat; his companion, the daemon fucking Shaeris’ sexy face, grunts and growls, his balls tightening as she milks them of their delicious sauce. The vile creation rears back its bull shaped head as he explodes between her blue lips. Even as the salty cream rushes down her throat her fat sphere begins to grow again, spilling out to her sides. She feels her body change, fattening and expanding as more creatures fill her womb. It stretches and swells, the nymph moaning in orgasmic pleasure, her belly growing past her knees and spreading her plump legs. Her ass and hips widen and fatten until they can contain her new girth. Shaeris’ globe of a belly quivers slightly as it finally grows to a point where her flesh can no longer expand. The arch of her sphere was a tremendous slope, concealing her sopping pussy. The nymphs’ heavy, milk-laden tits sit proudly on her immense tummy, leaking droplets of delicious milk and lying ever so slightly to the sides. She licks and slurps the organ dry, squeezing out his every last drop. As the drained beast leaves, Shaeri reaches over to Nareels spiked impregnator and massages his swollen testicles, her hand rubbing the expanse of her massive abdomen.
Lethans’ head is lifted up so she can see her precious Shaeri get filled to capacity with Epyons’ abominations. The nymphs’ belly grows so large that Leathan would swear that Shaeri would explode in a spray of blood and gore right then. The immortals face is torn from the scene; Corbios stuffing her gorgeous façade with his girth. A muffled whimper escapes her lips and a single tear runs down her cheek as they pull her up to her knees and impale her on some scaly creatures tree like cock, the size spreading her cunt lips grotesquely. The muscle is so huge that it makes a large bulge in her abdomen as another monster literally spears her gaping asshole.
“How does it feel sister to know that you and yours shall be the mothers of the new immortals; MY immortals.”
His evil voice rings in her ears but instead of hate she grows even hungrier for cock. Corbios holds the back of her head as he shoves his log down her throat, almost choking her on it. Bent awkwardly, having both her ass and cunt packed with dick, her head turned painfully to the side, two stiffs still fucking her tiny hands and on the verge of eruption and one daemon pounding away at her swelling breast meat; Lethans’ only thought is on the other four cocks just waiting for her service. Corbios pulls out as one of the beasts she had been jerking off guides his shaft into her open mouth. Another rigid muscle finds her free hand as the new daemon vigorously fucks her face; the horned Corbios holding her head still as the daemon groans and after a few more strokes pumps his semen down her hungry gullet.
“One.”
As he pulls out the other fiend fills her welcoming lips. Once again her free hand finds its way around another shaft. Lethans’ pale skin is drenched in sweat as the daemon drives his cock down her throat to the base and shoots into her belly. He holds her face there as he drains his nut sack, milky cream drooling down her esophagus.
“Two”, Epyon counts from a distance.
A slight bulge begins to grow in the immortals lower belly. Lethan licks the few spilt drops of cum from her lips just in time to see another minion fill one of her beloved nymphs.
As the first two daemon beasts unload their juices into their queen, Nareels’ own cretin begins shiver with anticipation. Shaeri can feel his balls tighten as he rocks his hips spastically; cum erupting in Nareels’ sucking mouth. The sea nymph pumps his nuts until his every last drop is drained into her sister. Even as the dryad licks the beasts’ tender head her stomach balloons, as if one where filling a wine skin. She grips her sides gleefully as her tummy grows rounder and fuller as do her monstrous mammeries. Her gargantuan tummy expands and fills; her belly button virtually disappearing as in it grows unimaginably. Shaeri is virtually orgasmic as Nareels frame fattens and beefs up, her body looking plump and pregnant, her massive belly sitting majestically on her meaty thighs, her glistening, milk filled globes resting on her humongous sphere. The two rub each other’s giant stomachs until they squeal and moan in multiple orgasms.
Lethan can hardly enjoy the sight as the serpent daemon fucking her tits just manages to slip his bulbous head between her pouty lips and still keep his shaft between her mountainous juggs. She licks his pee-hole with her long silky tongue, which pushes the creature over the edge. His prick ejects his jism like a fountain, filling her mouth with so much cream that it spills obscenely from her lips. She swallows as much she as can, the strong muscle continuing to fill her cum engorged face. Before she can recover, both beasts stuffing her ass and cunt explode inside her. Her belly, crotch, ass and throat are on fire as her body is laden their semen. Finally drained, Lethan swallows down the chocking load in her mouth; tiredly wiping sweat matted hair from her face; her body shuddering, her insanely huge tits jiggling with every orgasmic thrust. The drained daemons pull out of her curvaceous frame as the last two beasts take their place. Her belly is noticeably swollen now, giving her the appearance of being three to four months pregnant, as the fuck-crazed immortal lets out a breathless plea, two cretins once again cram her insides with thick dick meat.
“Three, four and five. Impressive.”
Corbios stands a few feet away, jerking his serpent like cock watching the slutty female alternate between cocks, sucking one into her beautiful mouth then the other. It isn’t long before his father, his master, is calling out six and seven, the twin beasts blasting enormous amounts of semen cleanly down her throat. The minion drilling her wet pussy is next, holding on to her bountiful bosom he climaxes furiously, arching his back painfully as Corbios can almost see the jism pour into her. Finishing his awesome display the last daemon, a white fur creature pushes Lethan to her hands and knees, allowing her to watch the last of her nymphs suffer what will soon be her fate and allowing him to fuck her doggy style. She is now quite full; her once flat belly now hangs low, a fleshy hill on her sleek frame. Her melon sized tits sway madly as she tries to watch Kellsa suck off her daemon.
Rapidly he rams her ass tight cleavage, boob flesh spilling over his hands as he grips her bust tighter around his shaft. Kellsa is slurping up his round meaty cock head, his balls rubbing against her swollen tummy, driving her into frenzy. She manages to tickle the flesh between his sack and his ass finally bringing him to orgasm. A true galloon of cum blasts down her hungry mouth and pours into her massive gut. As with her sisters, Kellsa’ enormous belly swells, growing and growing until it can physically grow no more without exploding. Her belly becomes a massive distended orb on her plump body, gravid and taunt, full beyond reason. Her tits, ass and thighs fatten up to match the girth of the immense sphere of her abdomen. She lovingly strokes her pregnant belly as all three nymphs turn and focus on their queen.
Lethans’ heavy hangers bounce wildly, now extremely heavy with milk, as the beast buries his cock into her rectum. He slams it home with one last thrust as semen empties into her round buttocks.
“Nine”’ the sisters say in unison, their voices saturated with passion and hunger.
As the daemon walks away, Corbios stands proudly in front of the defeated Lethan, her own belly a glorious pregnant ball of fat and flesh, her body a picture of ripe, fertile sexuality. Her blue eyes glassy, his fathers spell complete.
“Finish it”, is all he commands as the dazed immortal swallows up his cock. She sucks the thick muscle furiously as he wrestles up her immense tit flesh and wraps the twin orbs around his majestic shaft. Lethan lustfully bites her lower lip as Corbios slides rhythmically through her pussy tight cleavage. Gingerly he fucks her gorgeous globes, the tip of his monster being attacked by her darting tongue. Her soft mammeries pull cum up from his hefty balls, her rigid nipples tickling the flesh of his thighs. Beads of sweat build up on his muscular frame; dripping heavily on Leathans’ already wet body. Feeling his eruption approaching rapidly, he lays the immortal on her back; grabbing her huge orbs, he spears her with his cock. She embraces him with her long muscular legs as the repeated action of the bulky thick muscle running through her blood engorged cunt lips finally sends an eruption of fire through her body as she explodes in orgasm. Once again as Lethans’ nectar pours over his thrusting muscle, Corbios looks at his father and with the commanding nod he releases a river of cum into her womb. She cries in pure ecstasy, pleasure and pain rushing over her, as the conception finished. Lethan watches in lustful bliss as her protruding stomach begins inflate. Slowly her belly swells as the creatures within her womb grow and mature, many large abominations churning in her abdomen. Now an immense sphere growing on her frame Leathans’ body begins to fatten up, matching the weight of her expanding tummy, her once lithe frame becomes thicker, fuller, baby fat covers her lower body as she turns into a sensuous, lush picture of pregnant sexuality. Her heavy tits continue to fill with milk and grow even larger than before, becoming sore and beckoning for release, her areola darkened, her nipples stiff and erect, the flesh looking tight and hard under the pressure. Lethan sits up the best she can, her strong arms straining to lift her newly acquired girth. Spreading her legs out wide her fat belly bubbles to an unimaginable size; spilling wonderfully out to her sides though lying easily on her widened hips, resting between her plump thighs, appearing so round and full that it hides the immortals dripping sex, her waist almost a foot on each side. The flesh of Lethans’ abdomen is stretched seemingly to its limit; her belly a perfectly fat, round sphere, her ass widened and hips and thighs plump and beef up to compensate for her pregnancy and the shear size of her immense tummy and her tits swollen almost to their full capabilities with nectar for her unborn, sweet honey leaking in a gentle stream. Within seconds her belly is a giant, gravid distended sphere, her flesh taunt and shiny, her plump and shapely frame radiating lust and beauty. Corbios looks down at the still gorgeous immortal; her body swollen with pregnancy, he hungrily licks his lips, the anticipation of tracking the last two of her handmaidens washing over him. Lethan lies on her back tired and entranced, her tummy a more than five-foot mountain of flesh on her now beefy frame; her gargantuan breasts, heavy with liquid and swollen roll beautifully to her sides. The pregnant immortal rubs as much as she can of the expanse of her globe, the flesh, tender and sensitive, sending wave after wave of pleasure over her tingling body. Lovingly she massages her beautiful ripe form, wallowing in her newfound sensuality. A satisfied and loving smile highlights her angelic face as her three fat bellied pregnant handmaidens are escorted into the chamber, waddling their way over to the satin cushion on which their queen lies.
“Prepare a feast for our mothers to be. They will be eating for more than just two tonight. Besides I want them FAT and healthy. If all goes right they will bear us an ARMY!”
Epyon steps from the shadows, an evil smile across his face.
“Soon all shall be mine”, as Shaeri waddles over to him, her heavy breasts bouncing and her huge, quivering belly leading the way. She caresses her master, driving her tongue passionately down his throat as her hand makes its way to his naked cock; standing rigid at the sexual display. Gently she strokes the serpentine shaft, the trunk like organ hardening in her grasp, as they continue to tongue wrestle. Corbios watches his father admirably.
“A feast for our mothers to be!”
The coins fall loudly onto to the desirable elfs’ sheets. She chuckles softly, rubbing her long fingers through the cool coins. With her keen elven hearing she just hears the drawing of steel from a sheath as her wooden door splinters with a thunderous crack. Raylenethos rolls smoothly over the stiff mattress, the gold and silver coins spilling everywhere, as an extremely large elf crashes through the wreckage. Adorning form fitting leather armor and wielding a wicked twin bladed axe the elf leaps across the small space of tavern room and deftly lands on the bed. Before the attacker can maneuver Raylenethos kicks out and sweeps the elfs’ legs from under him sending him crashing off the bed and down to the hard wooden floor. She unsheathes her scimitar, Wicked Lady, catches the sword of another elf that had snuck in behind his fallen comrade, the long blade sliding along the curve of her own. She pushes the weapon away and retreats further into the room as another elf, a patch over his left eye, enters the crowded room along with a blonde hair human; both holding long thin rapiers. Raylenethos sighs, immediately recognizing the four attackers as Danes’ companions.
“Gentlemen, if this is about the money, I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”
“Oh yes”, the one-eyed elf replies with a hiss, “and the payment will be your life!”
Raylenethos’ eyes narrow as the human dives in at her with his rapier leading the way. She easily knocks it wide and lands a punishing blow to his exposed face with her knee. The axe wielder gets up off the floor just in time to cushion the blow of the wounded human as they fall with a heavy thud. The elf with the long sword growls and comes in high with his blade but Wicked Lady halts the weapon before it can descend and she open palms his nose; blood and cartilage splattering across his face. His vision blurred, the elf stumbles back into the far corner, slamming into the wall.
“Obviously you guys haven’t done this very much.”
The one-eyed elf looks around at his battered companions and just looks at her viscously. He attacks quickly with a high low combination that Raylenethos smoothly blocks. She can tell he is probably the most experienced fighter of the group but she doubts he had gotten out any fights such as this or as many as she had. As the thin blade is knocked out to his left, the gorgeous female kicks out, her leather heel catching him just under the chin; flipping the one eyed elf up and over in the air. The elf crumples the floor, blood running from his nose and lip. Suddenly Dane flies through the destroyed door. He bounces off the bed, rolls over it and crashes painfully into the wall. A handsome white skinned snow elf strolls in casually from the hallway. Raylenethos gives Khambien a thankful smile as he leans against the door jam.
“Followed me huh?”
“Had to. Somebody had to save these poor fellows from themselves. Besides, the tavern became a little …awkward after you left and I knew I ‘d have so much more fun”, he looks around at the quartet trying to pick themselves up, “at least I thought I’d more fun.”
Light footsteps and the sound of a weapon being drawn causes the two friends to turn though their caution quickly subsides as a sexy cinnamon skinned female steps into the room; as her caramel eyes surveying the room, her slightly curly hair hanging about midway down her back, a green leather halter top strains to contain her enormous bust, exposing her slender flat abdomen, a high split leather skirt hangs low between her legs; revealing her curvy hips, round ass and tone thighs, her belt and sheath lie at an angle, strapped to her sensual hips. The female wears knee high soft leather boots that suddenly make very little a noise as she steps into the scene.
“So…who’s going to tell me what happened to our room?”
Khambien just cocks his head as Raylenethos gives her a sheepish grin.
“Well Charlize, it’s like this…”
without further ado I present
A Legend of Sex and Desire
The world is called Maljestic and its lands are in turmoil. The immortals that benevolently, though sometimes mischievously, watch over the many races of the realm are under siege by one of their own. Using their powers against them the powerful beings can do nothing to help those they protect. It is up to the mortals to free their immortals and themselves.
This is a tale of an age where sexual desire runs rampant among the immortals and those mortals whom they guarded, good and evil. Their only salvation lay between the mammoth breasts of the beautiful elven female, of a mysterious decent, Raylenethos and her two companions, the dashing rouge elf, Khambien and the gorgeous half-elven gypsy Charlize. Standing against them and the mastermind of the immortals lose of inhibition is the dark Lord Epyon and his minions. Unknown to the companions, Lord Epyon has abducted the Lady Lethan, the immortal of Lust. With out her presence all inhibition and control is lost and wild lust is freed, even amongst the best of people and races, including the immortals. The three companions, with the aid of a beautiful but flighty nymph and an immortal swords master and a dragon feared by all, they will have to fight and fuck their way across the lands to face the deadly Epyon and free both mortal and immortal from his sexual siege. Let our tale begin.
The Capture
Sitting down on the plush furred couch, the young warrior happily lies on his back. He cannot believe that this gorgeous immortal has chosen him to be her lover…for this night. The big-breasted female slowly pulls down his cloth trousers, revealing a monstrous nine-inch cock. She licks her full plump lips, her gigantic, melon sized breasts sway heavily in the handsome mans face as he licks at her thick tender nipples; just managing to catch the meaty flesh in his lips. She gently rubs the snake like shaft, the huge muscle hardening under her soft touch. A deep husky moan escapes his lips as the buxom woman finally wraps her pouty lips around the bulbous head of his cock, the organ swelling between her red silk flesh. The luscious female sucks down the delicious tool, its girth filling her warm mouth, her long fingers tickling his cum filled balls; the ecstatic warrior gorging himself on her immense tit flesh. She licks the veiny muscle causing his breath to grow heavier as she swallows down the shaft, her lithe hands stroking the base of his thick rod, his cum quickly rising. The strong male slaps his hand on the wonderful immortals firm round ass, the clap ringing in the small confined room. She releases her vice lick grip on his swelling manhood and helps him to his feet, easing herself into a sitting position in front of him. He gently grasps the back of her head, his strong hands intertwining with her silky brown hair, his aged hazel eyes; lost in lust, gaze into her steel blue orbs as she swallows down his meaty stock. Her head bobs up and down the tool, all the way down to the base, her feminine hands rubbing and squeezing her majestic mammeries. Pumping his hips with quick gyrations the warrior drills her angelic face, his steed gliding through her lovely, pouty lips. With her tongue twirling over his twitching shaft she lets the huge snake fall between her massive boobs and she clasps the sensitive member in an iron grip of tit meat. She runs her satin orbs up and down his pole, the soft flesh of her tongue once again teasing the grand muscle. He rams his cock through her mountainous breasts, fucking her tits with wild abandon. She moans softly as he continues to drill her virgin tight cleavage, the warrior grasping her beautiful breasts, the bountiful, soft flesh spilling over his powerful hands. His head leans back and a low throaty growl rises from within him as her monstrous orbs glide over his sex. Gently he pushes the female down onto her back; spreading her long muscular legs as he eases his serpent cock into her moist, tight clit; her pussy lips embracing every burning inch of his shaft. Building up momentum the defined male rhythmically fills the gorgeous immortals snug cunt; the beautiful female holding her massive orbs as they jiggle and sway on her tiny chest, a thin film of sweat forming over her flat tummy. She pants and moans softly with the warriors’ passionate pounding, the flesh of their hips clapping softly. The massive cock fills every bit of her sex; the stout human holding her sleek thighs for support as he fucks her. After a few long strokes the warrior pulls out, allowing the astonishing beauty to change positions; turning so that she is on her hands and knees, her rotund buttocks facing the lustful male, her humongous udders dangling with their weight, as he once again enters her delectable cunt. Now he fucks her hungrily, her bountiful boobs swaying madly with each thrust, her angelic face shiny with perspiration and intense with pleasure; nibbling on her delicious lower lip. The immortal leans her body forward, pushing her ass higher and allowing him to enter her even deeper. Both man and woman are panting and moaning, the warriors cock ready to burst. When she can feel him about to pop the lovely lady pulls away from him and stands. She then directs him to lay down with a motion of her hand. Once the warrior has lain on his broad back, his cock standing full and erect, she impales herself on the mighty muscle burring it inside her. Then she proceeds to FUCK him, her strong hips grinding and arching against his, her bubble like rear end bouncing off his thick shaft, her immense breasts massaging his flexed pecks. Panting with desire she feverishly rides his quivering manhood, feeling his cum engorged rod ready to erupt.
“Are you going to cum for me?” she asks in a babyish voice, soft and pouty.
All he can manage is quick breathless moans of pleasure as she continues to ride his cock, milking cum from his taunt balls. Her awesome ass rolls back and forth, up and down his pole until all he can babble is, “Ohh…ohh...ooohhhh!”
“Cum for…for meee!”, her face an intense mask of pleasure, sexuality, lust and passion.
The immortal pulls up off his cock, letting it fall between her firm butt cheeks as she continues her rhythmic fucking until he finally explodes, thick ropes of milky cum fall heavily on her backside. She pumps and rocks, his shaft sliding through her cum slick ass crack, until she is completely sure that he is drained of every last drop; even reaching back to jerk it dry. Leaning forward, her soft tits mashing against his chiseled chest she kisses his lips, her gentle satin lips caressing him into a deep slumber. Once he is unconscious, the immortal stands and wraps herself in a sheer silk robe, then steps through an adjacent mirror; walking into a tiny, though comfortable room with a large greenish pool in the center of the floor. With a wave of her hand the pool begins to shimmer and an image appears.
The strange pool ripples with energy as the image within it; a gorgeous white skinned female with full heavy breasts entwined with a handsome elf with long black hair and chiseled muscles becomes more and more passionate. Watching the erotic picture with pleasure and enjoyment is her mistress; the Lady of Lust, Lethan. Gorgeous beyond words; with shoulder length cinnamon brown hair, intense blue eyes, soft pale skin; creamy and rich, and delectable pouty lips, she looks in on her follower, her immense breasts heaving on her chest, her long silk gown flattering her slender waist, full curvaceous hips and long muscular legs, her entire form shiny with sweat and the after glow of sex. As she watches she lets out a whisper of a prayer and the nymph grinds herself with even further vigor. Lethan stands proudly over the murky blue pool, the eerie green light illuminating the cozy scrying room. Her vibrant blue eyes watch the scene as her youngest handmaiden; Serenity, the nymph of the air, frolics with a very lucky mortal. A luscious smile forms on her full pouty lips. With another hushed blessing the angelic immortal leaves the confines of the magical room. She walks happily through a long hallway, colored in bright reds, blues, greens and oranges, the sunlight splashing through the multi colored glass windows. Slowly she passes through the beautiful hues, each color radiant on her shimmering gown as she finally reaches her destination. Opening the door Leathan enters a lush room of mattresses, silk, satin, fur, and mirrored walls. Within the center of the room a large marble bath, the water clear and steaming. Surrounding it are thirteen statues of all the major immortals, made of black and white marble. Lethan slowly unclasps her silky garment, allowing her titanic orbs to bounce free, the flimsy clothing to fall to the ground and eases herself into the warm water. She lowers herself into the pool until she is submerged up to her neck. Closing her icy eyes the immortal leans against the warm stone, allows herself to relax. Suddenly she ups, a sudden sense of fear and wrongness washing over her. One of the mirrors violently explodes away, Lethan ducks under the surface to protect her from the shattering glass. The immortal stands angrily from the pool, water running down her delicious body, her eyes glowing pure gold with anger. In her baby soft pouty but angry voice she faces her assailant.
“Who dares enter my sanctum…!”?
Before her stands a monstrous four-armed beast, in each of his lower hands he holds an unconscious female; one a busty red skinned beauty with a muscular frame, the other, a blue skinned nymph with long flowing bluish green hair and huge melon sized orbs hanging off her chest. Behind him a shadowy figure wearing an ebony robe and midnight colored armor that conforms to his very skin, glides from the darkness. True fear rushes through over the beautiful woman, a sudden tremor within her body telling her that something evil was beginning.
“Hello sister.”
“Epyon!”
“We have much to do…whether you like it or not.”
“The others…”
A truly evil smile comes across his handsome face.
“They won’t have anything to say about it. Khlabec…grab her!”
“You will fail! Prophecies are just rumors” she cries as the monster stalks in on her, “Someone will stop you!”
“Prophecies are only rumors if you don’t make them come true.”
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINING
The beautiful nymphs lithe body trembles as the huge horned beast buries his massive cock deep into her hairless sex, her mammoth breasts; the size of ripe melons, jiggle and sway wildly on her tight frame. Crying and pleading with all her might she grips his muscular arms angrily; her long knife like nails slicing into his tough flesh as his thick member disappears into her tiny frame until their hips meet with loud claps of skin. Beads of sweat build on her bronze skin and tears of anger and lust run down her cheeks; strands of her wild greenish gold mane stick to her gorgeous face, her enormous globes bouncing heavily. The beast slaps a monstrous hand on one of her mountainous wobbling breasts, the soft meaty tit flesh squeezing between his large digits. He grips her fleshy mound tightly, the young nymphs’ large nipples hardening under his grasp. Now drenched in perspiration and tears, the hulking creature turns the nymph over on her hands and knees, her shapely ass glaring sweetly at him; his trunk like shaft spreading the females swollen lips grotesquely. Her massive orbs sway madly as the daemon continues to ram his bulk into her tight body. The daemons’ huge hands wrap around her slender waist as he rams his beast deeper and deeper down her gaping snatch. Sweat pours down the two immortals bodies as the horned beast fucks the subdued nymph with evil abandon. She moans and whimpers as her emerald eyes glass over and her beautiful body begins to shudder, the painful pleasure of his girth bringing her to orgasm. Milky liquid erupts from her stuffed pussy, streaming over the great monsters muscle and runs down her silky thigh. He grunts lustfully, his red orbs narrowing to thin slits as he turns his majestic horned head towards a shadowy figure in the corner, then nods, an evil smile broadening across his twistedly handsome façade. The young nymph, her innocent face lost in sexual lust, tightens up as the creature drills her engorged cunt. She can feel the head of the cock in her stomach; her flat belly bulging with his size, as the immense pole is buried to the hilt. The daemon lets loose a guttural growl as the whole of his muscular frame flexes and erupts, cum pouring like a river into the beautiful girls belly. The nymph gasps as her insides are filled with the beasts searing hot juices. He bucks and shivers, shooting the last bit of his cream into her womb, filling her body to capacity. The daemon gently flips the beautiful demihuman onto her back. Now he can see the glorious fruits of his labor; her once flat belly is slowly growing round and full, the conception complete. The young females tummy quickly swells and balloons, the flesh thinning as her abdomen stretches. She looks in awe and fear as her stomach expands into a massive sphere, a fleshy distended orb, as do her already big tits, filling with milk. Soon the nymph can feel her hips widen as her belly, full, heavy and gravid, her flesh pulled taunt and shiny, drops between her now plump legs. Her body fattens, the sharp lines of her face and toned curves of her body become softer, more rounded as her belly swells until she looks ready to deliver numerous offspring, soft moans pierce her lips as the weight of her flesh covered dome becomes evident. As she tenderly and fearfully rubs her sore immensely swollen, belly, her extremely hefty mammeries, laden with milk as a pregnant mothers breasts would be, sit wonderfully atop it, she stares in confusion, sadness, anger and innocence at the daemon.
“ Why? ”
“ Why not Nareel? ”, a melodic voice bellows out from the dark corner of the antechamber.
With much difficulty Nareel; tired, confused and angry, manages to turn her heavy body in the direction of the voice; sweat dripping from her giant breasts and massive tummy, strands of her wild hair lay matted to her sweet face and graceful slopping shoulders. In the once dark corner, something she had not noticed when the daemon first brought her here, sits the naked dark Lord Epyon, the immortal of darkness and treachery. Beautiful in the evilest way, he sits proudly upon an onyx throne; his own ebony skin blending into the shadowy rock, his muscles glistening with a thin film of wet, his pure white mane laying long over his broad shoulders and golden eyes locking on hers. Before him, bent by his very will, sit two females whom she recognizes, her sisters; one a gorgeous red skinned nymph, her massive tits sitting high on her chest; her thick black hair hangs down her muscular back. Her yellow eyes are only partially open as she stuffs her gaping cunt with a fat cylindrical rod, almost the length of her own arm. She buries the false shaft into her dripping sex until it virtually disappears, pulls it out and then repeats the motion. The other female lies awkwardly between Epyons muscular legs. This one, a dryad; a sea nymph, is filling her mouth with the dark immortals’ ebony cock; her massive tits wrapped around the thick shaft. Nareel watches as the thick tool slowly glides through the dryads’ hefty mammeries, a thin stream of precum running down its long shaft. The black muscle is huge and even Nareel can’t help her own desire to feel the huge organ down her throat or deep in her own moist pussy. This nymphs belly is also hug and swollen, her once sleek body adorned in baby fat, obviously pregnant by Epyons design and not her own and Nareel suddenly feels her pain and anguish. Her bluish skin shimmers with sweat, her enormous gravid tummy is shiny and sleek, as she squeezes her huge globes tighter around Epyons meat and breast fucks him, continuing to suck on his member. Even the dark immortal himself lets loose a breath of lust at the dryads’ breast skills. Forcing herself to look away from the enticing and saddening scene, Nareel glares up hatefully at the handsome and deadly immortal.
“ Why have you done this?”
“ Why did I allow Corbios to have his way with and impregnate you? Simple really. Since Corbios is a part of me, a part of me is NOW in you and you are NOW mine. The babies, well they are none of your concern. Now make your MASTER proud and fuck me!”
Without another word Nareel, her big belly sticking out far on her tiny frame; almost three feet, waddles over to the dark immortal and slowly straddles him; the other dryad guiding his monstrous cock into her extremely wet hole, her hugely gravid tummy sitting heavily on his abdomen. Nareel can only let out one single tear as all her own thoughts become clouded and lost; all she can desire is the dark Lord Epyon deep inside her. The immortal hungrily grips her wide meaty sides as he lifts the nymph up and down on his rod, her huge tits bouncing wildly and her fat pregnant belly slapping wickedly against his tightly muscled stomach. Nareel grips his shoulders as his hips drive the gargantuan log into her cum and baby filled womb, her juices streaming down his shaft. The other two nymphs lick and suck on Epyons swollen balls, their tongues lapping up Nareels’ nectar and quickly sending the dark Epyon over the edge; already haven been sucked, stroked, tit fucked, and fucked for many hours by the two females long before Corbios even had been with Nareel. Feeling her master on the verge of eruption, Nareel grinds her wide hips faster and harder, milking the thick cock of its precious cream, her meaty and fattened frame jiggling with every powerful thrust. Epyon only grins as he finally blasts his massive load into her full womb. Wide eyed she digs into the immortals muscle as she conceives more children, her belly swelling to an unimaginable girth; spreading out to her sides and pressing hard into Epyons gut, her back arching in delicious ecstasy. Epyon chuckles as Nareels’ belly distends further, her belly button poking out like an erect nipple, her flesh stretching tighter and tighter until her belly swells to almost four or more feet, her expanded sides widening with tender fat. The two females quickly and happily help lift their sisters’ extremely pregnant and heavy body off Epyons still hard cock, cum dripping from her snatch. The red skinned nymph then impales herself on Epyons still rigid muscle as the two dryads kiss and rub each other’s massive tits and full bellies. Epyon growls gleefully.
“ Bring me more Corbios. I desire MORE! “
The horned daemon turns with a nod and a devilish grin forming on his wicked lips; strolls out of the chamber, his appearance changing from that of a daemon to a handsome blonde haired elf.
Raylenethos sips her mug of ale and brushes her reddish brown hair from her angelic face as she watches the strange and erotic performance, taking place on the tavern stage. The gorgeous olive skinned elf stares in wonder as two disgusting but extremely well hung ogres double dick a chubby big breasted bar wench. The larger ogre has the wenches dress draped over her meaty round ass as he crams his thick log into her tight sphincter, her beefy cheeks rippling with the beasts pounding hips. The other greenish gray brute is stuffing the human females cute sweaty face with his girth; her tongue running down its length, spit hanging off his hairy nut sack that she squeezes tightly, his grimy hands trying desperately to grab hold of her fat, heavy tits, which hang free of her tight apron and dress, as they jiggle insanely with each of the ogres thrusts. The female groans and moans with delight as the two cretins drill her bubbly body. Raylenethos takes another drink of her warm ale as a cute halfling bar maid with round chocolate brown eyes, rich ebony hair tied high in a top knot on her small head and surprisingly large tits for her slim though curvy four foot two inch frame. Wearing tight leather breaches and a bear skin vest; which reveals a valley of cleavage, she steps up to her table and delivers a full glass of golden red liquid; straining to get it to the top on the high standing table without spilling it. The elf eyes the glass then looks at the halfling.
“Tristin, who ordered this?”
“Who else Ray? Besides, he feels bad about screwing up your last job.”
“Does everybody know about that?”
“Not everybo…” the sexy halfling is abruptly cut short by a loud growl from the stage.
The two females turn as one of ogres; the big one grunts deeply, shooting a heavy load of cum all over the maidens’ more than supple ass, the thick liquid splattering on her full cheeks in sticky gobs. She squeals in glee, releasing the smaller beasts organ from her lips only to trap it between her fat globes. The wench squeezes the swollen muscle with her mammoth, melon sized, orbs tight around his cock as he drills her mountainous tit flesh. His hips pump furiously, her pillowy skin pulling his juices from his body, as she manages to tongue the bulbous head as it barely penetrates her abundant breasts. He grips her mammeries; tit meat billowing between his fingers as she cups his furry sack with her soft hands.
“Cum for me Groc, cum for Teela”, she coos between laps of her tongue. Groc squeezes her tits even tighter around his shaft as he groans something in ogre.
“Ooohh yyeess Groc, cum for your Teela!”
The ogres’ body tightens as a fountain of jism explodes between Teelas’ mammoth juggs; blasting right into the happy females gaping mouth. Most of Grocs’ load goes down her throat but a great deal of the sticky cream lands on her plateau of tit flesh and in her dirty, disheveled blonde hair. She hefts up the mighty mounds one at time, licking them clean of the ogres’ goo. Groc slowly and weakly pulls up his breaches as a table of ogres clap and hoot and holler for their friend, as do some of the more raunchy and horny bar patrons.
“What in the nine hells was that all about” Raylenethos asks as Teela heads behind the bar, hopefully to clean up.
“Apparently it was Grocs’ and his twin brother Blatocs’ birthday. Their regulars with Teela and for ogres their pretty good guys and even better tippers.”
“That must be one hell of a tip. One of those brutes is bad enough but two?”
“Raylenethos, your one to talk!”
The gorgeous elf just eyes the adorable halfling, her light brown orbs almost glowing in the dim light.
“Two humans and an elf do not even compare.”
Tristin just smiles and walks away. Almost as an after thought Raylenethos remembers the glass of wine.
“Tristin, tell Khambien thanks.”
The halfling just waves as she works her way through the crowd, her shapely ass turning more than a few heads. She’s almost trampled by a drunken barbarian but a very quick dwarf pulls her out of the way. The sexy little female rewards the squat warrior with a kiss that could curl his red belly length beard.
Raylenethos chuckles at the spectacle as another group of sex crazed patrons take the stage; this time a well endowed half elven female; slim waisted with large round tits sitting high on her chest and a muscular and well endowed elven male, who immediately drops his leather trousers as the busty half breed swallows his stiff member. Ray downs the last of her previous brew and begins on her new glass of wine; all the while allowing her free hand to subtlety slip between her legs and play with her aroused clit through her black leather thong. She cannot explain her sudden arousal but she can feel herself growing wetter and wetter as the two patrons grope eachother with lustful abandon. Just as she slips her second finger into her moist cunt, a tall red and black haired elf with golden skin, wearing an expensive green silk shirt, soft leather pants, thigh high riding boots and wielding a heavy coin purse, approaches the table. She looks up at the elf with a resigned smile.
“My lady.”
“Si…ir” she calmly manages as her second finger plunges into her wet snatch.
“I noticed that you were alone and I wondered if you would like some company?”
Suddenly, with out any warning, Raylenethos slides her dripping fingers from her own sex and grips the slight, though noticeable bugle in his groin.
“Listen, I have a table in the back in the corner. Would you like to join me?”
The elf; astonished, can only nod as the delicious elf leads him to the blacked out corner of the tavern, the bulge in his groin now obvious. Surprisingly many of the patrons hardly notice, the elf on stage driving his schlong through the half elves deep cleavage, diverting their attention. There are a few who notice Raylenethos though and those few watch her carefully. One in particular is a white skinned snow elf that is as handsome as he is beautiful. His pale blue eyes follow the gorgeous female; wearing tight black furred chaps that reveal her round firm ass with a thin ebony thong running between her supple cheeks, a black leather belt that rides low on her curvy hips, a tight leather u-front top that turns into a fur covered choker around her neck and fitting tightly around her mammoth breasts; showing off her more than bountiful tits and abundant cleavage, elbow length gloves striped in black and white fur with a long sheathed scimitar hanging low off her waist, her reddish brown hair hangs long beyond her gentle rolling shoulders, her seductive golden brown eyes and full rose colored lips combined with a face of an angel and shapely toned body make Raylenethos one of the most beautiful and sexually alluring females the elf has ever laid his eyes upon. Raylenethos’ only mortal competition may be their friend Charlize, a half elven beauty in her own right.
Just as the two disappear into the dimly lit corner Tristin stops next to the snow elf, watching her friend draw the curtains closed.
“So what do you think she’s doing?”
“Costing us a room at the Last Place.”
“Khambien, she wouldn’t be crazy enough to rob the son of the elven ambassador from Northbin? Would she?”
Khambien takes a deep draw from his glass.
“Do you think she knows?”
Khambien takes another deep swig of wine.
“Oh! Sorry.”
Raylenethos leads the still shocked male into a private both, set specifically in the darkest corner of the tavern and with a draw curtain which allows rendezvous of all kinds to be kept relatively secret and sits the young elf down on the plush; for a tavern this small, yeti furred bench. She closes the drape and spins with spectacular speed on the young elf, a thin bladed dagger appearing from nowhere in her hand, its tip at his throat.
“Who in the fuck are you and why did you come to my table. Talk fast and be very convincing.”
He takes a deep breath, his chocolate brown eyes wide with fear.
“My name is Dane…Dane Hawkspin. My friends out there bet that I would not approach someone as stunning and”, he swallows hard, “as dangerous as you.”
Easing the blade down his silk shirt, over his money pouch, gliding across to his belt clasp she smiles mischievously; cutting the lamb skin material with ease.
“Well…” looking down at his rising crotch, “you can tell your friends that you win.”
Raylenethos yanks down his soft leather breaches as the Danes’ long, thin cock rises like sword. The gorgeous vixen licks her full lips before she glides her silky tongue down its entire length, engulfing his balls in her warm mouth. The elf shudders at the wonderful sensation, gripping the shaggy fur of the couch tightly. Ray sucks his sack hard, tickling the tender flesh with her tongue as she grips his shaft firmly and strokes the veiny muscle slow and gentle with her free hand; her other hand subtly removing the money pouch from the preoccupied fellow. She releases his cum filled nut sack and swallows down Danes’ long cock, easing the sensitive organ over her moist lips and tongue, down into her warm wet mouth. The sultry female can feel its head go deep into her throat. She slowly and smoothly works the rigid pole in and out of her hot mouth, increasing her momentum with wonderful skill. Still gripping the base with her free hand, she tickles his cum filled balls with the cold steel of her knife. Danes’ eyes go wide with fear and lust as the frigid tip glides over his flesh. Raylenethos can feel his cock begin to pulse; his climax quickly approaches. The sucking and slurping coming from the seductive females tongue work draws a deep moan from Dane, which in turn drives Raylenethos even harder, quickening her strokes; her head bobbing furiously and her hair flailing madly. She drops her knife and pulls up her leather top over her big beautiful round breasts, her nipples rigid points, the mass of tit flesh bouncing free; which she quickly clamps around the stiff muscle; still sucking the swollen head of the shivering organ. Sweat runs down both of their bodies, lubricating the silky skin between her melons, which have begun to swell with each thrust. Pressing tight with her massive and perfect tits, her mountainous flesh billowing between her thin fingers, the soft tight cleavage gripping his pulsing muscle, Raylenethos quickly sends Dane out of control. The young elf almost freezes, his body going completely rigid as gouts of hot cream blast down Raylenethos’ deep throat. He bucks hard, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his cum empties from his balls. The sexy elf swallows the entire load; not allowing a single drop to spill free, the warm liquid pours down her throat and into her stomach. She sucks the last of the sweet nectar from his now limp muscle as he shudders and shakes, his eyes rolling back into his head and he can’t stop unconsciousness from overtaking him. Raylenethos, still licking her full lips clean of Danes’ nut, pulls her top back down; which feels a bit tighter for some reason, slips her knife back into the hidden sheath of her glove and snatches up the freed gold purse.
“Thank you sweet, sweet Dane. I’m certain you will win this back” giving him a tender kiss on his flushed cheek and tapping the stolen purse, “especially winning bets like this.”
With that the divine elf slides from the curtains, doing her best to conceal herself. She takes a quick glance around, her gaze floating over the crowd and finally locking with the icy stare of the stunning Khambien. His eyes dart to his left, somewhere near the stage. By the immortals he looks good but she knew she had no time for play. The elf catches the hint and takes a look; just in time to catch sight of a group of three male elves and one human, she would imagine to be Danes’ friends. Quickly she begins to work her way closer to the front door. There is a sudden crash from behind and Ray turns, a sexy smile forming on her face. The same red bearded dwarf who came to Tristin’s aid earlier had come to hers, “accidentally” tripping into the lead elf and sending the group of males flying off their feet and crashing painfully to the dirty floor. She could only guess what her favorite halfling offered the stout warrior for the favor but she knew she definitely owed the little shit. With the sudden reprieve Raylenethos slips into the crowded streets.
Khambien almost laughs out loud as the group picks themselves up off of the littered ground. Tristin strolls nearby and offers him a knowing wink as she delivers a fresh mug of mead to the bellowing dwarf who jokingly slaps the only human of the quartet hard on the shoulder. The off balance male nearly falls to his face but two of his companions are quick to catch him and even quicker to distance themselves from the obnoxious drunk. Tristin plants an intense kiss on the dwarf and that quickly shuts him up. The elf shakes his head as a sudden thought flashes through his mind; did Raylenethos’ breasts look bigger? He shrugs off the idea with another gulp of fae wine. Khambien turns his attention to the stage where the elf is still straddling the blonde hair half elfs’ slender waist and is wrestling with her…even larger tits. He cocks his in wonder as the lucky elf glides his pecker through her cavernous cleavage, her mounds almost doubled in size, spilling shamefully over his hands. The snow elf glances around to see if anyone has even noticed the strange occurrence but he is shocked at what he sees. Teela is once again at the ogre’s table sucking away on Grocs’ revived stiffy while she strokes two of his friends’ cocks and Blatoc is lapping away at her ripe pussy. She swallows the beasts’ pole to its hilt as her hands glide smoothly up and down his companions’ hard cocks, jacking them off with ease. As Blatocs’ slimy tongue darts in and out of her spread snatch, she lets out a muffled whimper. Even Khambien is aroused at the sight; her huge udders’ swaying free again as she sucks and strokes the plethora of dick meat. At another table not far from Teela, a slim well-endowed female patron is getting stuffed, impaling herself on some fat humans thick tool as he grips her long ebony hair. All around the tavern groups and couples are fondling or fucking one another with wild abandon. Even poor Tristin is sucked up in the strange phenomenon, tugging down the red haired dwarfs’ trousers and gobbling up his fat log as another male at the table positions himself behind her, yanks down her tight leather breaches and buries his face between her firm, supple ass cheeks, tonguing her delicious sphincter. Her vest pops open as her already large tits swell and burst from the confines of the tight material and just as suddenly a pair female hands are groping the pillowy flesh. There are some patrons not involved in the debauchery but they also do not seem to mind it. In fact Khambien realizes that the scene, though startled by it, really doesn’t appall him. Many instances have happened like this since the immortals disappeared. The elf on sage grunts and spasms as ropes of cum splatter on the young half-breeds immense mammeries. Khambiens’ attention is again diverted as he watches the group who had been chasing Raylenethos earlier, gather up their friend, discuss something quickly and make their way through crowd of sex crazed patrons. Khambien sighs, downs the last of his wine and makes his way out of the tavern; trying to avoid the luscious and busty lust filled maidens, which he realizes is a bit more difficult than he imagined.
The three big-bellied females slowly walk into the small room, only about the size of a carriage with one long satin bench placed close to a black wall and one steel door. Nareel and her sisters sit in the plush seat and slowly begin to rub their swollen and tender bellies, easing the tightly pulled flesh. Candlelight begins to illuminate the dark wall revealing behind it an absolutely beautiful female with full pouty lips, steel blue eyes and shoulder length straight brown hair; huge melon sized breasts; larger than any of the nymphs, a flat tummy, curvy hips, a big round shapely ass and muscular legs spread wide and locked into place by shackles attached to the ceiling, showing off her cleanly shaved vagina. The female whom they all recognize as their immortal, Lethan; the immortal of sexual desire and Queen of all Nymphs, is chained to the ceiling and is hanging completely vulnerable, at the mercy of their master, the vile Lord Epyon. Lethan looks up to see three of her five handmaidens, their bellies bloated and gravid, full with the seed of Epyon and his minions. Nareel her beloved tree nymph, Shaeri her favorite sea nymph and the fire nymph Kellsa; all three with their stomachs round and swollen as if at any moment the beings inside could burst free. Angrily she watches as three daemons, their semi-hard cocks long and fat step into the room with her three nymphs and the lust filled females quickly engulf the dick meat. From behind her she can hear Epyons’ daemonic chuckle.
“Let them GO EPYON! You have ME!”
Her baby soft voice is drowned out by the loud clattering of chains as a massive steel door begins to rise at the far end of the grand chamber.
“Ah with them I have your powers which means that I can now make any being, immortal or not do any sexual desire I wish. Even you Lethan, so do not worry about them little sister, I believe you have more pressing matters” as a hoard of ten of her brothers’ highest warriors enter the chamber she’s in and surround a circular bed that raises from the floor beneath her as she is simultaneously lowered down to it. As soon as the immortal hits the cushion she can feel the groping and pawning hands of the mass of daemons and her own powers working against her. One of the dark beasts buries his grotesque face between her toned legs and penetrating her delicious muff, his long serpentine tongue burrowing deep into twat, saliva drooling from his lips. She can just let out a hopeless and pleasure filled gasp. Each of her hands grip a thick, rigid cock and she lustfully jerks the powerful muscles, Epyon turning her own powers of lust against her. Corbios grabs Lethans’ gorgeous face and stuffs his pole down her throat, spreading her full lips wide, her tongue twirling over his veiny shaft. As strong hands squeeze her behemoth breasts she can feel a huge shaft slapping heavily between her vice like cleavage, her massive orbs wrapping snuggly around the thick muscle. Sticky liquid begins to run down her chest as the cock glides through her soft flesh. Powerful claws lift her waist as her eyes widen and a monstrous head spears her tight rectum. Her body quivers with each thrust of beasts’ tool. Her ears are filled with the loud slapping of flesh, the daemons that are not presently fucking her jerking and stroking their rods.
In the tiny room the three nymphs watch their queen get stuffed and defiled by Epyons’ hoard, daemons filling Leathans’ every hole and crevasse with cock. Back in the far reaches of their minds they want to aid their mistress but Epyons’ spell is too great and all they desire are the three fat logs drilling their warm mouths that spew forth seed and fill their protruding bellies with daemon young. Nareel sucks and strokes the thick meat burrowing down her throat, the pulsing flesh driving her to work even harder to release the spiked beasts precious fluid. She strokes the gargantuan length of gigantic dick; changing from long slow strokes to rapid strokes, trying to bring the monstrosity to climax. The sea nymph Shaeri cups her cretins full and heavy sack, the monster quivering at her gentle touch; her long nails tickling the sensitive flesh as he kneads her meaty melons, her nipples going rigid with each squeeze. The bull headed creature snorts viciously, a clear slimy fluid splattering on her fat sweaty belly. Kellsa slaps her red skinned globes around her daemons round shaft. The handsome male grabs her pillowy breasts; his large clawed hands covering her tiny ones and adds even more pressure against his full trunk. Her abundant boob flesh engulfs his prick, his furry sack tickling the tender skin of her massive tummy, the sensation urging her even further into her sexual frenzy. She sucks and laps at the swollen head as it barely penetrates her hefty juggs. As the beasts’ hips pump faster and faster, his python gliding through her cavern of titty meat; his companion, the daemon fucking Shaeris’ sexy face, grunts and growls, his balls tightening as she milks them of their delicious sauce. The vile creation rears back its bull shaped head as he explodes between her blue lips. Even as the salty cream rushes down her throat her fat sphere begins to grow again, spilling out to her sides. She feels her body change, fattening and expanding as more creatures fill her womb. It stretches and swells, the nymph moaning in orgasmic pleasure, her belly growing past her knees and spreading her plump legs. Her ass and hips widen and fatten until they can contain her new girth. Shaeris’ globe of a belly quivers slightly as it finally grows to a point where her flesh can no longer expand. The arch of her sphere was a tremendous slope, concealing her sopping pussy. The nymphs’ heavy, milk-laden tits sit proudly on her immense tummy, leaking droplets of delicious milk and lying ever so slightly to the sides. She licks and slurps the organ dry, squeezing out his every last drop. As the drained beast leaves, Shaeri reaches over to Nareels spiked impregnator and massages his swollen testicles, her hand rubbing the expanse of her massive abdomen.
Lethans’ head is lifted up so she can see her precious Shaeri get filled to capacity with Epyons’ abominations. The nymphs’ belly grows so large that Leathan would swear that Shaeri would explode in a spray of blood and gore right then. The immortals face is torn from the scene; Corbios stuffing her gorgeous façade with his girth. A muffled whimper escapes her lips and a single tear runs down her cheek as they pull her up to her knees and impale her on some scaly creatures tree like cock, the size spreading her cunt lips grotesquely. The muscle is so huge that it makes a large bulge in her abdomen as another monster literally spears her gaping asshole.
“How does it feel sister to know that you and yours shall be the mothers of the new immortals; MY immortals.”
His evil voice rings in her ears but instead of hate she grows even hungrier for cock. Corbios holds the back of her head as he shoves his log down her throat, almost choking her on it. Bent awkwardly, having both her ass and cunt packed with dick, her head turned painfully to the side, two stiffs still fucking her tiny hands and on the verge of eruption and one daemon pounding away at her swelling breast meat; Lethans’ only thought is on the other four cocks just waiting for her service. Corbios pulls out as one of the beasts she had been jerking off guides his shaft into her open mouth. Another rigid muscle finds her free hand as the new daemon vigorously fucks her face; the horned Corbios holding her head still as the daemon groans and after a few more strokes pumps his semen down her hungry gullet.
“One.”
As he pulls out the other fiend fills her welcoming lips. Once again her free hand finds its way around another shaft. Lethans’ pale skin is drenched in sweat as the daemon drives his cock down her throat to the base and shoots into her belly. He holds her face there as he drains his nut sack, milky cream drooling down her esophagus.
“Two”, Epyon counts from a distance.
A slight bulge begins to grow in the immortals lower belly. Lethan licks the few spilt drops of cum from her lips just in time to see another minion fill one of her beloved nymphs.
As the first two daemon beasts unload their juices into their queen, Nareels’ own cretin begins shiver with anticipation. Shaeri can feel his balls tighten as he rocks his hips spastically; cum erupting in Nareels’ sucking mouth. The sea nymph pumps his nuts until his every last drop is drained into her sister. Even as the dryad licks the beasts’ tender head her stomach balloons, as if one where filling a wine skin. She grips her sides gleefully as her tummy grows rounder and fuller as do her monstrous mammeries. Her gargantuan tummy expands and fills; her belly button virtually disappearing as in it grows unimaginably. Shaeri is virtually orgasmic as Nareels frame fattens and beefs up, her body looking plump and pregnant, her massive belly sitting majestically on her meaty thighs, her glistening, milk filled globes resting on her humongous sphere. The two rub each other’s giant stomachs until they squeal and moan in multiple orgasms.
Lethan can hardly enjoy the sight as the serpent daemon fucking her tits just manages to slip his bulbous head between her pouty lips and still keep his shaft between her mountainous juggs. She licks his pee-hole with her long silky tongue, which pushes the creature over the edge. His prick ejects his jism like a fountain, filling her mouth with so much cream that it spills obscenely from her lips. She swallows as much she as can, the strong muscle continuing to fill her cum engorged face. Before she can recover, both beasts stuffing her ass and cunt explode inside her. Her belly, crotch, ass and throat are on fire as her body is laden their semen. Finally drained, Lethan swallows down the chocking load in her mouth; tiredly wiping sweat matted hair from her face; her body shuddering, her insanely huge tits jiggling with every orgasmic thrust. The drained daemons pull out of her curvaceous frame as the last two beasts take their place. Her belly is noticeably swollen now, giving her the appearance of being three to four months pregnant, as the fuck-crazed immortal lets out a breathless plea, two cretins once again cram her insides with thick dick meat.
“Three, four and five. Impressive.”
Corbios stands a few feet away, jerking his serpent like cock watching the slutty female alternate between cocks, sucking one into her beautiful mouth then the other. It isn’t long before his father, his master, is calling out six and seven, the twin beasts blasting enormous amounts of semen cleanly down her throat. The minion drilling her wet pussy is next, holding on to her bountiful bosom he climaxes furiously, arching his back painfully as Corbios can almost see the jism pour into her. Finishing his awesome display the last daemon, a white fur creature pushes Lethan to her hands and knees, allowing her to watch the last of her nymphs suffer what will soon be her fate and allowing him to fuck her doggy style. She is now quite full; her once flat belly now hangs low, a fleshy hill on her sleek frame. Her melon sized tits sway madly as she tries to watch Kellsa suck off her daemon.
Rapidly he rams her ass tight cleavage, boob flesh spilling over his hands as he grips her bust tighter around his shaft. Kellsa is slurping up his round meaty cock head, his balls rubbing against her swollen tummy, driving her into frenzy. She manages to tickle the flesh between his sack and his ass finally bringing him to orgasm. A true galloon of cum blasts down her hungry mouth and pours into her massive gut. As with her sisters, Kellsa’ enormous belly swells, growing and growing until it can physically grow no more without exploding. Her belly becomes a massive distended orb on her plump body, gravid and taunt, full beyond reason. Her tits, ass and thighs fatten up to match the girth of the immense sphere of her abdomen. She lovingly strokes her pregnant belly as all three nymphs turn and focus on their queen.
Lethans’ heavy hangers bounce wildly, now extremely heavy with milk, as the beast buries his cock into her rectum. He slams it home with one last thrust as semen empties into her round buttocks.
“Nine”’ the sisters say in unison, their voices saturated with passion and hunger.
As the daemon walks away, Corbios stands proudly in front of the defeated Lethan, her own belly a glorious pregnant ball of fat and flesh, her body a picture of ripe, fertile sexuality. Her blue eyes glassy, his fathers spell complete.
“Finish it”, is all he commands as the dazed immortal swallows up his cock. She sucks the thick muscle furiously as he wrestles up her immense tit flesh and wraps the twin orbs around his majestic shaft. Lethan lustfully bites her lower lip as Corbios slides rhythmically through her pussy tight cleavage. Gingerly he fucks her gorgeous globes, the tip of his monster being attacked by her darting tongue. Her soft mammeries pull cum up from his hefty balls, her rigid nipples tickling the flesh of his thighs. Beads of sweat build up on his muscular frame; dripping heavily on Leathans’ already wet body. Feeling his eruption approaching rapidly, he lays the immortal on her back; grabbing her huge orbs, he spears her with his cock. She embraces him with her long muscular legs as the repeated action of the bulky thick muscle running through her blood engorged cunt lips finally sends an eruption of fire through her body as she explodes in orgasm. Once again as Lethans’ nectar pours over his thrusting muscle, Corbios looks at his father and with the commanding nod he releases a river of cum into her womb. She cries in pure ecstasy, pleasure and pain rushing over her, as the conception finished. Lethan watches in lustful bliss as her protruding stomach begins inflate. Slowly her belly swells as the creatures within her womb grow and mature, many large abominations churning in her abdomen. Now an immense sphere growing on her frame Leathans’ body begins to fatten up, matching the weight of her expanding tummy, her once lithe frame becomes thicker, fuller, baby fat covers her lower body as she turns into a sensuous, lush picture of pregnant sexuality. Her heavy tits continue to fill with milk and grow even larger than before, becoming sore and beckoning for release, her areola darkened, her nipples stiff and erect, the flesh looking tight and hard under the pressure. Lethan sits up the best she can, her strong arms straining to lift her newly acquired girth. Spreading her legs out wide her fat belly bubbles to an unimaginable size; spilling wonderfully out to her sides though lying easily on her widened hips, resting between her plump thighs, appearing so round and full that it hides the immortals dripping sex, her waist almost a foot on each side. The flesh of Lethans’ abdomen is stretched seemingly to its limit; her belly a perfectly fat, round sphere, her ass widened and hips and thighs plump and beef up to compensate for her pregnancy and the shear size of her immense tummy and her tits swollen almost to their full capabilities with nectar for her unborn, sweet honey leaking in a gentle stream. Within seconds her belly is a giant, gravid distended sphere, her flesh taunt and shiny, her plump and shapely frame radiating lust and beauty. Corbios looks down at the still gorgeous immortal; her body swollen with pregnancy, he hungrily licks his lips, the anticipation of tracking the last two of her handmaidens washing over him. Lethan lies on her back tired and entranced, her tummy a more than five-foot mountain of flesh on her now beefy frame; her gargantuan breasts, heavy with liquid and swollen roll beautifully to her sides. The pregnant immortal rubs as much as she can of the expanse of her globe, the flesh, tender and sensitive, sending wave after wave of pleasure over her tingling body. Lovingly she massages her beautiful ripe form, wallowing in her newfound sensuality. A satisfied and loving smile highlights her angelic face as her three fat bellied pregnant handmaidens are escorted into the chamber, waddling their way over to the satin cushion on which their queen lies.
“Prepare a feast for our mothers to be. They will be eating for more than just two tonight. Besides I want them FAT and healthy. If all goes right they will bear us an ARMY!”
Epyon steps from the shadows, an evil smile across his face.
“Soon all shall be mine”, as Shaeri waddles over to him, her heavy breasts bouncing and her huge, quivering belly leading the way. She caresses her master, driving her tongue passionately down his throat as her hand makes its way to his naked cock; standing rigid at the sexual display. Gently she strokes the serpentine shaft, the trunk like organ hardening in her grasp, as they continue to tongue wrestle. Corbios watches his father admirably.
“A feast for our mothers to be!”
The coins fall loudly onto to the desirable elfs’ sheets. She chuckles softly, rubbing her long fingers through the cool coins. With her keen elven hearing she just hears the drawing of steel from a sheath as her wooden door splinters with a thunderous crack. Raylenethos rolls smoothly over the stiff mattress, the gold and silver coins spilling everywhere, as an extremely large elf crashes through the wreckage. Adorning form fitting leather armor and wielding a wicked twin bladed axe the elf leaps across the small space of tavern room and deftly lands on the bed. Before the attacker can maneuver Raylenethos kicks out and sweeps the elfs’ legs from under him sending him crashing off the bed and down to the hard wooden floor. She unsheathes her scimitar, Wicked Lady, catches the sword of another elf that had snuck in behind his fallen comrade, the long blade sliding along the curve of her own. She pushes the weapon away and retreats further into the room as another elf, a patch over his left eye, enters the crowded room along with a blonde hair human; both holding long thin rapiers. Raylenethos sighs, immediately recognizing the four attackers as Danes’ companions.
“Gentlemen, if this is about the money, I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”
“Oh yes”, the one-eyed elf replies with a hiss, “and the payment will be your life!”
Raylenethos’ eyes narrow as the human dives in at her with his rapier leading the way. She easily knocks it wide and lands a punishing blow to his exposed face with her knee. The axe wielder gets up off the floor just in time to cushion the blow of the wounded human as they fall with a heavy thud. The elf with the long sword growls and comes in high with his blade but Wicked Lady halts the weapon before it can descend and she open palms his nose; blood and cartilage splattering across his face. His vision blurred, the elf stumbles back into the far corner, slamming into the wall.
“Obviously you guys haven’t done this very much.”
The one-eyed elf looks around at his battered companions and just looks at her viscously. He attacks quickly with a high low combination that Raylenethos smoothly blocks. She can tell he is probably the most experienced fighter of the group but she doubts he had gotten out any fights such as this or as many as she had. As the thin blade is knocked out to his left, the gorgeous female kicks out, her leather heel catching him just under the chin; flipping the one eyed elf up and over in the air. The elf crumples the floor, blood running from his nose and lip. Suddenly Dane flies through the destroyed door. He bounces off the bed, rolls over it and crashes painfully into the wall. A handsome white skinned snow elf strolls in casually from the hallway. Raylenethos gives Khambien a thankful smile as he leans against the door jam.
“Followed me huh?”
“Had to. Somebody had to save these poor fellows from themselves. Besides, the tavern became a little …awkward after you left and I knew I ‘d have so much more fun”, he looks around at the quartet trying to pick themselves up, “at least I thought I’d more fun.”
Light footsteps and the sound of a weapon being drawn causes the two friends to turn though their caution quickly subsides as a sexy cinnamon skinned female steps into the room; as her caramel eyes surveying the room, her slightly curly hair hanging about midway down her back, a green leather halter top strains to contain her enormous bust, exposing her slender flat abdomen, a high split leather skirt hangs low between her legs; revealing her curvy hips, round ass and tone thighs, her belt and sheath lie at an angle, strapped to her sensual hips. The female wears knee high soft leather boots that suddenly make very little a noise as she steps into the scene.
“So…who’s going to tell me what happened to our room?”
Khambien just cocks his head as Raylenethos gives her a sheepish grin.
“Well Charlize, it’s like this…”
