Infused with moxie, she reached out to grasp the snake hanging between his legs. "This feels so wrong," she commented with a blush. After overcoming her apprehension, she tilted forward, swallowing as much of his erection as her impish mouth could handle. As she began to caress her partner's shaft with her tongue, her eyes basked in his lecherous gaze, thirsty for his approval.
If Tazai had learned anything over the course of his trip, it was that elven women were much easier than he thought. He appreciated a good challenge, but there was no denying the satisfaction of inserting his Darkspear pride down the maw of a female native. Her effort was commendable, and it almost seemed as though she was trying to convince him this wasn't her first time. Regardless of the truth, he could tell by now that her initial trepidation was just a ruse. Only a true nympho could slurp a cock with this much enthusiasm.
After a few minutes of oral labor, the elf was rewarded with a deluge of cum that filled her gullet. Her head disengaged from his cock, unable to contain it all. What sperm she wasn't able to devour dripped from her lips onto her bosom. She giggled at her accomplishment, hardly fazed by the mess he was making of her. "Mmmm..." she crooned. "You taste so good..."
He chuckled. "Glad ya tink so. Now go bend ovah dat tree."
Obeying her instructor, she skipped over to the closest trunk and leaned forward on it by her arms. After positioning herself, she peered over her shoulder to watch him undress, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. It only took a few moments for him to unburden himself, and when he was ready he sauntered over to join her. She shuddered when she felt her thong pulled down her legs, exposing her privates to fresh sylvan air. He gave her plump ass a hearty spank, making her gasp with delight. His hands then found purchase on either side of her hips as he centered himself for the ensuing romp.
A delirious moan escaped from her as he plunged into her soppy pussy. He proceeded to hump her against the tree at a steady pace, producing even more obscene noises from her with each passionate beat. After some time had passed, he began pulling her hair like the reins of a mount, stimulating her even further. Her body was barely capable of withstanding the strain of his roughness, but she happily soldiered on.
Several minutes later, he could feel her body tense from an impending climax, cueing him to accelerate his thrusts. She cried out in rapture when she came, temporarily paralyzed by her body's convulsions. He lingered in her for a few seconds before pulling out, observing the product of their fornication spill down her legs.
She looked around and beamed at her lover. "That was amazing," she panted. "You're so fucking hot."
"Don't be tinkin' we finished" he warned.
Without giving her time to catch her breath, he hastily removed her tunic and spun her around, relishing the view of her large pillowy tits as he plucked her from the ground by her hamstrings. She girdled him with her legs and draped her arms around his neck, her eyes brimming with infatuation as she simpered. Gradually he entered her again, witnessing her face contort from bliss. He began bucking his hips with animalistic intensity, rooting her insides with his big blue bone.
It wasn't long before his cock was throbbing for a release, spurring him to hustle. She noticed the signal, squeezing him between her thighs in preparation. With a predatory glare, he pressed her up against the tree to finish, doggedly thrusting even as his seed was starting to discharge into her tubes. She kissed him furiously as he filled her with his load, overcome by the swell of emotion that accompanied such a sordid endowment.
When she eventually broke away from him, her face was bright red from exertion. "I never thought I'd love getting fucked by a troll," she admitted in a sultry voice.
He grunted and set her down. "I got plenty where dat came from. Now lay yaself down on da ground."
"I should be leaving," she protested, her eyes shifting to her discarded clothes. "It's getting late..."
"Lay down," he asked again. "I'm not through wit ya."
Finding it hard to turn down another helping of Tazai's exotic meat, she did as she was told. Nevertheless, she still had reservations. "You'll be quick, won't you? It's really late... I really don't think it's a good idea to keep this going much longer."
"Ya mon," he dismissed. "Whateva ya say."
After waiting for her to lower herself upon the lush grass, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Next, he separated her legs, then elevated her lower half to be level with his lap. In this position he began to plow her once again, roused by the sight of her vibrant body covered in sweat. With a tantalizing smirk, she yielded to his will, grateful to have been selected for breeding.
Time slipped away as the next session ensued, and before either of them realized it, the sun had dipped below the horizon. He had to give credit where it was due. She may have been a tenderfoot as a ranger, but her youthful stamina kept up with him well beyond his expectations. Even still, she had her limits. As her palpitations grew heavier, he suspected she was nearing another orgasm. This time he determined to finish with her, pumping her fast and hard until he could sense she was ready to explode. Her efflux was preceded by an electrified squeal, after which her body writhed as if she were possessed by some sort of demon. So visceral was her reaction that within just seconds he was producing another torrent of smutty syrup into her guts. He withdrew his cock before it was done sputtering, taking it in hand and showering her face and frontage with a surplus of his seed.
He finally noticed how late it was after rising back to his feet. Having scored another notch on his belt, he decided it was time to quit. "Ya be fun to mess around wit'," he commented, but his words fell on deaf ears. She had already passed out, mentally and physically drained from the exercise. Oblivious to her condition, he started to put his clothes back on, wondering if he might find dinner before turning in for the night. Once dressed, he departed, leaving someone's cum-soaked daughter sleeping naked on the forest floor.
By way of moonlight, Tazai navigated the dark wilderness in search of easy prey. He was on his own now but had no fear of the shadows. Hours of mating had exacerbated his hunger, and now food was the only thing on his mind. Once an hour had passed, he was nearly ready to give up and settle for berries, but what he stumbled across instead would prove to be a more urgent matter. As he strolled into a glade, he spotted a dark-haired woman lounging on a large rock. She didn't notice him at first, seeming far too busy with preening herself. As what seemed to be customary for Quel'Thalas, her outfit was anything but modest, consisting of black leather pieces that accentuated her curvature. Strangely enough, she didn't appear to be a ranger, lacking any weaponry whatsoever. Curiosity got the best of him at last, and he started to approach her.
"How ya doin' pretty ting?" he greeted.
The woman's eyes turned to him slowly, almost as if he was expected. Without a word, she began to slink down from her perch and strut towards him. Her beauty was captivating, but something seemed off. When she was close enough for him to make out more of her features, he recognized what she was: a succubus. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late. The demon had him bewitched. In spite of his better judgment, he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His willpower was no match for her seductive spell.
When he was within arm's reach of her, she gently clasped his face between her hands. "Hello, handsome," she purred. She pulled his head down to her level, kissing him delicately on his lips. At that moment, a wave of lethargy washed over him. The last thing he saw before succumbing to a deep slumber was her diabolical smile.
