The fox crept through the night-time undergrowth of the forest towards the curious noise that had been permeating the air for the last several minutes. It didn't sound threatening, and there was an unusual, attractive smell on the late spring breeze. It found the source of the noise, and froze. It didn't recognise the creature, but it was large, and had rather a lot of limbs. It was also prone, and mostly un-moving. It came to the conclusion that it was a very sick cow or somesuch, dying. Cows were more trouble than they were worth when they were alive. Meat was meat; it could wait.
The Human man and the Dwarven woman underneath him did not notice the fox - they were too busy fucking. The Dwarf woman's moans with each of the man's thrusts were getting more urgent. "Keep going. Keep going, but don't come," she told him.
"Tricky," the man replied.
"I'm close," she panted, "I need to finish, but you need to come in my arse."
"I think I can manage that."
"You will, Jon, you will."
The woman's moans reached a crescendo, and her body stiffened and shook, as Jon froze, embedded to the hilt in her pussy. When she stopped shaking, he slowly pulled out. "Lift your legs."
She did, and he caught her under the knees and lifted them over his shoulders. Pressing down against her, he pushed her ankles up to her shoulders, and opened her up down below. He positioned himself carefully, and pushed inside her arsehole.
"Fuck, Jon!
Yes
!"
Jon began thrusting into her, starting slowly, but rapidly picking up speed. The Dwarf's massive breasts bounced back and forth with his thrusts as he applied more force, until after not very long at all, he stiffened and grunted, and ground his hips against her arse as he came.
Gasping for breath, the pair of the disentangled themselves and lay down next to each other, spooning, Jon reaching around to the woman's front to cup one of her huge breasts.
"Gods, Demona, you really enjoy me coming inside you, don't you?"
"I love it, Jon."
"Henta doesn't let me come in her at all when she's worried she might get pregnant. But you always insist I come inside you."
"I'm just your huge come-slut, Jon. Huge."
"How do you think the others are getting on?"
"We'll give them a few more minutes, I think. Besides, I always need a few more minutes after you come in my arse, 'cos you make me go all wobbly-legged."
"What about when I come in your pussy?"
"That's when I make
you
go all wobbly-legged."
A few yards away, past a line of trees, in a small firelit clearing, a female Half-Orc sat spread-eagled, leaning back against a tree, one hand squeezing her ample right breast, the other busy rubbing between her legs. Opposite her, in an almost identical position, a female Halfling was doing the same thing. They were looking at each other, eyes roving over the other's naked body, as they masturbated for each other's pleasure. They were panting and moaning, sweating lightly with effort despite the cool night breeze.
The Halfling dropped both hands to her crotch and rubbed furiously for a few seconds. With a wail, she threw her head back, arching her back and pushing her tits out, her body spasming as, with a giggle, she came. She relaxed and looked over at her partner again, still breathing heavily.
"Gods, Henta. You're such a magnificent sight. Someone should ... should carve a statue of yer! Looking like 'at."
"If you're done, come over here," Henta told her.
The Halfling got to her knees and crawled over to the larger woman, making sure she got a good view of her large (for a Halfling) hanging breasts, and the heart-shaped curves of her bottom. She kissed her way up the Half-Orc's well-muscled and shapely leg, over her washboard stomach, and around the swell of her generous breasts.
"Cut it out, Evey. Just stick your hand in my pussy."
"Aw, Henta - don't you want me to suck your big, stiff, nipples? Don't you want me to lick every inch of your gorgeous green areola? Don't you want me to bury my head in your gorgeous cleavage and lick and kiss every inch of skin between your nipples?"
"Fist me, Evey!" the Half-Orc grunted between gritted teeth. "I'm close and I need something big to tip me over!"
"Can I suck your tits after?"
"I'll fucking feed you my nipples!"
Evey - short for Evangeline - grinned and knelt down between the Half-Orc's wide-spread legs. She ran her hand up the inside of one thigh to Henta's pussy, and slipped her fingers inside as Henta's own hand retreated to her clitoris. Then her hand slipped in, then her wrist. She stopped there, looking up at Henta's huge heaving breasts, then plunged her arm in, almost up to her elbow.
"
Fuck
!" Henta bucked, then drove her hips forward as Evangeline started sliding her arm in and out of the Half-Orc's pussy. "They need to make dildos shaped like Halfling forearms!" Henta groaned.
"How's it compare to Jon's cock?"
"'Bout the same size, but much bigger tip, and
Gods
that feels good!"
Henta rubbed her clit furiously for a few seconds, then with a single, explosive, shout, came hard. Her legs straightened, her body shook, her tits quivered, and Evangeline's arm was drenched in her come.
Evangeline withdrew her arm and massaged it slightly as she licked it clean, while Henta gasped for breath. "Now ain't that ironic? I can't fuck Jon, 'cos 'is cock's the size of my forearm. But my forearm can fuck you, and so does Jon's cock."
Henta pushed the Halfling woman onto her back and knelt over her. "Don't tell Jon," she whispered, "but that felt better than his cock."
"Really?" Evangeline grinned. "I wonder if
mmph
!"
She was cut off as Henta lowered one of her breasts into her mouth, and she instantly began sucking.
"I enjoy what we do together, Evey," the Half-Orc said, "and I like it when you make me come. I like it when I make you come. But I like it more when Jon makes me come, and I like it most of all when Jon comes in me." She chuckled to herself. "Guess I shouldn't be so scared halfway between my monthlies, but I do love it when Jon comes in me - and pregnancy ain't for me."
Evangeline levered the huge breast out of her mouth. "Let 'im come in yer arse, or down yer throat - that's what Demona does."
With a muttered, "Demona!" Henta sat up. "What about you? Would you let Jon come in you halfway between your monthlies - if he could?"
"I'd tell 'im to come in my arse. He's very fond of my arse, is Jon." Evangeline sat up too. "Or used to be, anyway."
"Before me and Demona came along, you mean?"
Evangeline blushed and scowled at the same time. "Yeah. 'e 'ardly looks at me a' all now. Not when he's got two busty goddesses of fightin' and fuckin' to look at an' fuck."
"He still looks at you," Henta reassured her. "Especially since you found out there's a group of Halflings living in the town we're headed for, and you started going with your jerkin undone, and wearing a low-cut shirt."
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty stacked for a Halfling, right? If there's a male Halfling in Skara Brae, my tits'll catch him, and I'll be wavin' you lot goodbye."
"That's what you've said before, yeah."
"Yeah. I mean - Henta, your tits are bigger'n my head! And I
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