Loud moaning filled the halls. Oberon hoisted his cup that dripped down the sides with golden ale. He stroked his dark beard, thick lips pursing at the sight before him. Forever, since he had reached 18 years which is the age of manhood, he had come to the peacemaking ceremony.
The older man was a tad grizzled, but still held an enviable charm about him. For he still found himself in the company of many lasses, and tonight he would not deny himself the pleasure of the flesh.
In one corner he could see the green skinned elves making their way around the large room. The scale of which was nigh imaginable. For such a place existed not in the purely material realm.
It was then that he ran into his friend, a shorter Eresian woman with thick legs sitting with her bum down on the silken clothed table. He breasts were heavy and full, and bounced gently upward with each breath. He skin was the hue of a smooth grey gemstone. Yet she still had the softness of a human woman's.
Beside her stood a Giant, though a true a giant had been lost to the millennia, descendants have interbred with humans to create abnormally large and thick men. Those whose cocks that needed the blessing of Dahlia to fit safely in any Fae woman. Let alone a stout Eresian.
Oberon gazed at the small horns that sprouted from the Eresian woman's forehead. Beside the three of them stood a magnificent specimen of a man. While but a human, he had been a powerful mage. Mastering the art of the Soul.
As such he was deemed worthy to be a apart of the treaty, and subsequently that involved his people as well. A group of humans near the equator who referred to themselves as Jakarians. Their land was vast and covered many countries, but in general they were known for their dark brown skin. It shone from a kiss from the sun. Of every human tribe they have the most spiritual connection with their goddess, which that other species appreciated in kind.
They were known for have flat wide noses, thick lips and as evidenced by the absolute stunner of the man in front of him and almond shaped eyes. It had been a long time since his cocked stirred for another man, but watching Tanwir flex his lean golden muscle got him there fast.
But he had to be strong, for his beloved was waiting for him. Of course, as is customary of the leader of the Fae people their relationship had been sexually open since the start.
It only aroused him to see her getting reamed by the early twenties pantry boy. To see his young sperm shooting inside of her, Tanwir reminded him of his beloved for they belonged to the same people.
King Oberon had already had his pants removed half an hour ago, but the famous mage Tanwir getting down on his knees and taking his thickened pink cock in his mouth was not something he expected.
The man was talented, beautiful lips cushioning Tanwir's head against his pelvis. His hot pink tongue darted around his cock. Almond shaped eyes peered back at him as he swallowed King Oberon's pulsing phallus.
"Oh," The king choked out, "You are so very talented." King Oberon covered his mouth, his hot breath puffing out harshly as the young man swallowed his cock. A man whose lips had reached the base of his cock.
The king began to gently thrust his cock into the waiting man's mouth. His fingers tightly gripping the base of his skull as he moaned aloud.
The Eresian woman beside them left the table to lay on a soft sofa, stuffed with the finest duck feathers and upholstered with the finest of silks. She stuffed her thick fingers into her slick sex. The giant born man beside them gripping his cock as well.
Oberon recognized the lot before him. All powerful players in the game for control
but for tonight shedding those roles behind. The Eresian woman being named Alwyn of the High Chamber.
The elf beside them cast some kind of circle. There was already the ward of peace, which prevented any unintentional insemination. As well as prevented the spread of any and all disease. Not that much protection was needed for an Eresian and Giant man in such a union.
As the Eresian woman stuck out her thick and rounded ass, he began to realize what the ward was for. The Giant was massive, and this was to enhance the elasticity of the Eresian woman.
Oberon let out a bellow as Tanwir began to circle his outrageously hard member with his pink wet tongue. This spurned the giant and the Eresian woman, who perched in front of the large man on all fours.
A breath hitched in his throat as the size of the giant's cock was revealed. It was quite thick and absurdly wide. An expected girth for a man seven or eight feet tall. The small and thick woman impatiently wiggled her ass. This drove the giant-born wild as he slowly pressed the tip of his cock past her hot and wet entrance.
Oberon had to consciously prevent his orgasm as Tanwir began to jerk his own thick and jutting cock. It was dark and peered sexily past the sheer cloth that covered his body. His nipples were hard and puffy as the tips rubbed against the fabric.
The only thing that sobered king Oberon was the sight of his beloved. Swiftly he motioned for Tanwir to let go of his cock from his pretty mouth. Tanwir let go of the thick phallus with a pop. Oberon made a mental note to visit the man later.
While it was quite usual for a king who lived for such years as he to impregnate as many women as he could, he could not create life by unleashing his seed down the mage's throat. Although what is the harm in spilling on something already so plentiful?
No, he reasoned. He must spend it into of her. Inside of Anezira. His one and true love. The one worthy to bear his heir. Tanwir and King Oberon made a friendly goodbye, the moment Oberon was turned away Tanwir already had his lips wrapped around someone's pussy.
He made haste to be with the woman before him. She stood there, in purple mesh fabrics that left little to the imagination. Her skin was that deep and rich dark brown hue of the Jakarians. Her hair was long and deeply coiled and kinky. The fluffiness of which set his heart ablaze every time she rested her head on his chest.
Anezira was thick in the hips, with broad shoulders that sat large breasts very well. Her stomach retained its softness despite the great shape that she was in. He did not mind the added touch of softness. Yet that was not even his favorite thing about her.
It was her mind, so witty, and her gentle touch with him and with everyone. She cared for all human beings. Whether this because of her religion, the sect of Dahlia or an innate part of her personality was a mystery to him, and the reason in fact did not matter.
