The Botanist
The first rays of dawn filtered through the crudely blown glass of the window. They fell, warm and golden, on Nixielandra Felldreth's face. She stirred from her slumber, reflexively parting her lips and sticking her tongue out while making hopeful little whining noises.
When nothing was placed on her mouth or sprayed on her face, Nixie cracked open a sleepy eye, mildly disappointed. She'd fallen asleep last night with one of the miners still rutting her, drifting off while he grunted and thrust into her soaked quim. She rather hoped she'd wake up to find herself subject to a similar treatment. It had happened before, but as she leaned an elbow on her pillow and took stock of the room, it seemed that wouldn't be the case on this particular morning.
A dozen miners were sprawled out across the common area of the lodging house, all in various poses of recumbency. The timber-sawing noise of men snoring filled the room, along with the occasional creak of the cots and a belch or two as they shifted in their sleep.
Last night had been a proper debauch, and it looked like Nixie had tired them all out, the poor things. Even the doughty dwarves in the group, renowned for their ability to swing a pick into mountain rock with tireless stamina in search of gold, were passed out cold.
They'd all hammered her well and good last night, but it seemed that the sweetness of her flesh took a dearer toll than the living rock of the Dragonspine Mountains where they worked. The thought inordinately pleased her. Nixie grinned, an almost feline look of self-satisfaction. When she had a job to do, she liked to do it well.
She knuckled the crust of sleep from her eyes, yawning and stretching her arms over her head as she sat up. The lustrous cascade of her long hair slid against the pillow. Nixie was very fond of the tawny brindle of her hair, the tresses all of the warm tones of a woodland forest in autumn. She liked the pleasing way it set off the bronze of her skin, and especially liked it when men used it as a handle as they fucked her like a dog from behind.
The asymmetrical style she'd put it into last night hadn't come loose despite the rough treatment the miners had put her through. It was still half-loose on one side and half-braided on the other, although here and there it was matted with clumps of dried semen and other filth.
The girl turned her face towards the rays of the sun once more and closed her eyes, basking in the morning sunshine with a happy smile on her face. As an elf, she was made for the sun and
of
the sun, one of Solana's children, blessed to dance beneath the dappled light of the Bromelion groves. Also like all elves, Nixie was blessed to take sexual pleasure wherever she could find it. This was lucky, because the men of Hag's End Mining Camp had lusty appetites, and she was the only woman available to satisfy them for miles.
She was still young as the nigh-immortal elves reckoned it, but Nixie had been many things to many people over the course of her life. She was an adventurer and an explorer, a harlot, and a daughter, but currently, she was a
botanist
.
It was perhaps not an unusual calling for an elf, given the proclivities of her people. It afforded one the chance to be out in nature, among the things which grew in the light of Solana's warm embrace. She enjoyed the work, and the Alchemist's Guild back in Bromelion appreciated the knowledge and specimens she brought back with her.
Well...
when
she brought them back.
Nixie was diligent in whatever task she applied herself to, but with her youth and her wild heart, Nixie sometimes got a bit distracted from her work.
It usually lasted only a few weeks--maybe a month, at most a year--and when she'd sated her curiosity (and other certain passions), she returned to the elflands replete with a bevy of unusual plants, wild stories, and the sore quim to prove them.
For her current project, Nixie had been contracted by the potions mistress of the Cauldron Keepers to create a field guide cataloging the flora of the Northern Lands. She'd assembled quite the collection of specimens pressed between the sheaves of the enormous, leather-bound book she hauled everywhere with her. Alas, after spending a bit too much coin at the taverns in Eastwatch, Nixie's initial stipend from the potion mistress had run out. In order to secure enough funds to finish the project, not to mention pay for her eventual passage back home to Bromelion, she'd been forced to get a bit creative.
So yes, Nixie was indeed moonlighting as a mining camp whore at the moment, but as much as she enjoyed being passed around by a score of callused, rock-dusted mining men, it was mostly for expediency's sake. What better place to earn some gold, she figured, than near the mines where it was pulled from the earth? And besides, there were some very interesting plants that grew only in this part of the Dragonspine range. Excellent candidates for her specimen book.
Speaking of which, where was that thing? Nixie peered around the room full of sleeping miners and eventually spied a corner of the thick tome peeking out from beneath a human man with a bushy, dark beard.
With the natural, languid grace of an elf, Nixie eased her lithe body from her cot. There was a gentle rustle of sheets as she stood and padded over to her book, her bare feet hardly making a whisper on the rush-covered stone floor. She was naked--the men didn't like her to wear much in the way of clothing, naturally--and the sunlight limned the enchanting curves of her nude form, hips swaying as she moved.
Although she was focused on her book, Nixie couldn't help but be aware--exceedingly so--of the presence of the men sleeping around her. Her senses were instantly attuned to the morning arousal most of them displayed, a bristle of thick erections straining against blankets and sheets. Harder still to ignore were the miners who slept nude. Bereft of covering, their daybreak-turgid phalluses rose to attention like pointing fingers, accusing her of letting good hard cock go unserved.
Nixie tried to disregard the fact that her mouth was watering, wiping a bit of drool from her lips as she knelt by the book. The black-bearded man was sleeping on top of it, and she had to put her hand on his hips to shift him enough to pull it out. His skin was warm under her touch, the hair on his thigh soft and curly. Distressingly, he was one of the nude-sleepers, and his cock was hard and purple-tipped, inches from her lips.
Damnation. A hard dick
and
a beard? That combination was going to be her ruin. Elven men didn't often have facial hair, and Nixie had grown quite fond of the rugged way it made a man's face look. She stared at the fellow's dick, bathed in morning sunlight.
Maybe just a taste. Nixie's cunt was distressingly wet, dewy with anticipation and desire. There was time to work on her book later. She couldn't let the load that was surely boiling in this man's balls wallow, unharvested and untasted. It would be an insult to Solana's designs.
Moving with a deliberate, sensual purpose, Nixie dragged her tongue across her palm until it was glistening with spit. Then, with delicate fingers, she reached for the girth of the miner's cockshaft. With a slow, teasing motion, she slid her hands up and down, corkscrewing his eager arousal. A soft murmur escaped him as Nixie's lips wrapped around him, her skilled mouth enveloping him in heat and suction.
She was gentle, considering it a challenge to see if she could make him climax without even waking up. Alas, it was not to be. The bearded man stirred, gasping softly at the sensation of her lips sliding up and down as she bobbed at his groin. Nixie sucked him with all the skill of long and enthusiastic experience, and he was content to lay there, eyes fixed on her loveliness as she fellated him to a moaning, spurting peak. He unloaded into her mouth and she tightened her lips around his tip, lavishing the underside of his dick while he sent pulse after pulse into her mouth. Only when he stopped twitching did she open wide to show him the proof of her dedication. Then she swallowed it down with a single, showy gulp.
"By the hairy balls of the Forge God," the bearded man marveled, "that was fucking incredible. Damn, you're outrageously nice to look at, Nixie. And that mouth... I bet you could suck a goblin ball through a blowgun."
And that was how Nixie brought off the first of the miners. There were many more to follow.
In short order, the common sleeping room became a symphony of soft groans, wet slurps, and delighted gasps. Nixie awakened every man sporting an erection in the most pleasing way she knew how. Her mouth bestowed intoxicating sensations upon each one of them in turn. She worked with a sensual, rhythmic cadence, expertly bringing them off with the application of tongue, lips, suction, and throat.
She used every skill at her disposal, making sure that when she crawled between their legs, the miners got a show as well as a suck-job. She showcased the curves of her body, lying just right so they could see the crush and swell of her breasts, the dip of her hip, and the rise of her ass. She suffused her gaze with wide-eyed, sultry neediness, trying to convey just how desperate she was for cock. Nixie spoke the language of pleasure fluently, with every sensuous motion of her lips and twist of her tongue, her emerald eyes ablaze with a primal fire.
Where she moved, Nixie sowed desire and reaped spurting fountains of thick, potent ejaculate. The morning light streaming through the windows cast a gentle glow upon Nixie's form as she navigated the landscape of desire, as if Solana herself approved of what she saw. The room was soon suffused with the scent of filthy passion--spilled jism, spit-wet bollocks, and the fragrance of Nixie's aching cunt, aroused beyond measure by the filthy acts she performed for the men with shameless eagerness.
The scene unfolded in a tidal wave of lust. When the last man was sated and fell back, panting, onto his cot, Nixie relented. She stood naked and triumphant in the center of the room, surrounded by wilting cocks and empty balls.
It was a good way to start the day for anyone, but especially for an elf.
Although she'd broken her fast on as many mouthfuls of hot, salty spunk as she could get, Nixie felt like eating something a little more substantial might be a good idea. Her stomach needed settling with all that cum sloshing around in it, so she put on a flimsy robe and left the sleeping hut in search of real food.
