The Three Adventurers

Included kinks:

Futa, fantasy, growth chapter, romance, light-hearted, growth appreciation, muscle growth, fmg focus, teasing, public nudity, size praise, banter, masturbation, hourglass figure, rapid growth, hourglass expansion, cock growth, excessive ejaculation, feat of strength, size comparison

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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"Boooring," Fel yawned.

Lyanne couldn't agree more, but the dread of their imminent demise did a decent job keeping her occupied and let her flame run colder.

"Truly devastating to hear this dungeon isn't to your liking, Fel," Lyanne said. "We better make sure to let them know before we leave."

"Heh!" the orc chuckled. "You bet."

The human's eyes darted to her left, to Syn still cowering on her knees, unmoving like a statue.

"Please tell me you got a plan to get us out."

Syn looked besides herself since her father left. She didn't speak a word and again this time merely shook her head.

"That really is it then, huh?" Lyanne sighed and stretched. "This is how we die. Great."

Strangely she neither felt too distraught or defiant about this realisation. Maybe a bit deflated, too empty to fight against it, but far from what she expected her final hours to be like.

"By those little shits?" Fel laughed. "I want to see them try."

"Not everyone is a ten-foot orc with skin thicker than most blades, Fel," Lyanne smirked. "But don't you think they can't get you too."

"How?"

"I don't know. They could just leave you to rot. No food, no water. Can't see your size help with that," she shrugged. "Or maybe they just stick some burning rod up your ass and make it quick. Who knows."

Fel hummed, her bushy eyebrows raised while she thought about that vivid imagery for a bit.

"I choose the rod then," the orc said eventually. "I always wanted to die with something up my ass."

Lyanne broke a smile that blossomed into a chuckle. Only Fel could ever think of something this stupidly hilarious. Or hilariously stupid.

"Then at least one of us has something fun to look forward to," Lyanne whispered.

"Do not be afraid, Lyanne," Fel said caringly.

"Afraid? No, I'm not afraid of death," Lyanne answered. "But that doesn't mean I didn't plan on seeing a few more winters. Or die with my sword in hand."

"Yes. At a huge battle. The best way to go."

Both warriors smirked, imagining that glorious last stand they always envisioned for themselves.

That proved a surprisingly calming, empowering thought.

"I'm sorry it has come to this. I should've never led you two here," Syn broke the silence with a whisper. "This should've been my journey alone, not yours."

Fel tilted her huge green head with curiosity and Lyanne also couldn't find it in herself to feel disheartened either.

"Have you forgotten about the prophecy? We are all connected. Where you go, we all go," Fel grinned.

Fel might be a rather clumsy wordsmith, but sometimes she simply hit the nail right on the head.

"Aye. Besides, I guess it's also quite neat to share your last night with your friends. Not many are this lucky," Lyanne added.

The half-elf stared at them in disbelief, clearly unprepared for that sort of answer.

"You ... don't hate me?" she asked perplexed.

Both warriors chuckled after exchanging a cheeky gaze.

"I am not sure," Fel teased. "What do you say, Lyanne? Are we mad yet?"

"Mmh... not quite," Lyanne added with the same cheeky grin. "Maybe she has to try a bit harder."

"I really don't deserve you two," Syn said smirking, her eyes filled with genuine warmth and gratitude.

It was only right to finally give back some of the warmth Syn provided to them for all this time, without ever asking or wishing anything in return.

"No chains, no bars, our final night, how would you spend it?" the half elf asked after visibly drawing new strength.

"Oh boy. I can think of something," Fel said.

"Someone is thinking about that, how did you call it? 'Triad thingy'" Lyanne chuckled.

The gigantic orc laughed so heartily her green softness spilled out between her chains.

Watching Fel's enormity, in so many regards, left her two comrades staring.

"That would have been amazing. Without a doubt," Syn said eventually.

"Aye," Lyanne joined in.

Fel gladly allowed her two friends to stare, especially certain parts of her, for quite some time before she answered.

"We will do that. Nobody dies tonight."

"I dig the optimism, Fel. But how can you be so sure?" Lyanne asked.

The orc stretched, her muscles bulging and her tusks flaring as she smiled towards the ceiling.

"Because the spirits watch over us."

For the first time in ages did Lyanne feel envy over someone else's unwavering belief.

"They better think of something quick then, or else that prophecy is very short-lived," Lyanne said.

"Maybe they are just waiting for something?" the orc asked innocently.

"Like what?"

The giant of an orc shrugged but never stopped smirking.

"Only they know. But I bet everything is okay. You will see."

Lyanne merely shook her head, deciding not to challenge Fel's belief when Syn shot up next to her.

"What did you just say?" she asked.

"You will see?" Fel frowned.

"Before that!"

There was urgency in Syn's voice now, her eyes burning.

"Maybe the spirits are just waiting?" Fel asked innocently.

"That! What could they be waiting for?" the half elf said and looked around in a hurry.

"Someone's got an idea," Lyanne grinned. "Tell us."

"Just let us consider something. What if the prophecy is as irrefutable as we were made to believe? Then Fel would be right, and we wouldn't be in any danger," Syn said hastily, her eyes kept travelling through the dungeon.

"But...?" Lyanne eventually asked after watching her commander's gears visibly turn some more.

"But that would imply one of two things. Either, their divine help is yet to arrive, which is beyond our control. Or... we already have everything we need to escape. Here."

The trio looked around as one now, searching for clues in every dark and barely lit corner of their prison.

"I do not see anything," Fel said first.

"Me neither," Lyanne joined in.

Syn visibly got frustrated and kept searching until her eyes fired up once more. When they lingered on Fel.

"Why is everybody looking funny at me today?" she asked and turned to Lyanne. "Do I have something in between my teeth?"

"I doubt that has anything to do with your teeth, big green," the knight winked.

"Heh!"

"Fel. About that growth spurt." Syn barged in. "What exactly happened?"

"You want the horny details?" the orc said, biting her lip.

"No... I mean yes, but maybe later. What did you do that made you grow?"

"I prayed to the spirits. And cursed the elves."

"That probably did the trick," Lyanne chuckled.

"Anything besides that?" Syn urged on. "What did you do while Lyanne and I were gone?"

"Mmh. I touched myself, like you do when others have all the fun and you sit at your ass, sharpening your axe," Fel said.

"Think Fel! What did you do before?" Syn demanded now.

The orc, sensing the urgency, took her time and let the question sink.

"I did nothing," the orc said and then her eyes went wide. "Besides... taking a sip of Lyanne's cum. But I was so angry it did not even taste much."

The knight raised her eyebrows.

"Fel, what bottle did you drink from?" Syn asked.

"That old bottle of hers. I did not touch your shiny elf stuff," the orc said confused.

Syn shrieked like a little girl and only Lyanne understood why.

"What is she doing?" Fel asked confused.

"You drank Syn's cum, on accident," Lyanne answered. "We switched bottles, while you were off ... coping."

"And?"

Syn by now shining bright and convinced of their escape leaned towards her comrades.

"That's how we escape, Fel! By growing and burning through those chains!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"I mean, I almost burnt a hole in the elves' stupid wall with my ass," Fel grinned. "See? Told you the spirits got our backs."

"That was hardly their doing," Lyanne nodded towards Syn. "But of a worldly genius. Still... how do we do... the thing, you know?"

"Since we now know that it's not the sex, but consuming our cum, we don't have do 'it'. As a matter of fact, we don't even have to touch each other," Syn explained.

"But that is the best part!" Fel gasped.

"All in due time, Fel. We will get our hands all over you. I promise. But tonight, we only need you to cum as hard as you can. All over Lyanne."

The knight contently listened to that exchange, her head flicking left and right, but this made her eyes go wide.

"Wait, what?!"

"Look at those chains," Syn said, mockingly rattling the thick metal around her sore wrists. "I doubt I'd possess the strength the tear through them. Even if they're half-melted. But you..."

"You could use your huge muscles. I like that plan, Syn," Fel roared.

"Of course you do..."

The knight looked rattled, with redness shooting into her face.

But she also knew there was no room for arguing. If the price for their survival was to get showered by Fel's cum, then so be it. As long as Fel didn't drown her first.

"Okay, fine. But how do we get Fel's... cum to me?"

"Just look at that thing! Imagine once it's hard," Syn chuckled, making Fel only grow more with pride. "That shouldn't be a problem. Right, Fel?"

"Well..." the orc muttered sheepishly. "I do not know if I can get horny like this."

"You're horny like all the time," Lyanne said sternly.

"Yeah, but I came so much. And without touching myself," the huge orc said, clearly embarrassed. "I would need to see something REALLY hot to get horny."

"There must be something we can do," Syn said and tried to reach her breasts, but the chains stopped her.

"There is ... maybe something," Fel whispered cutely.

"Spit it out, Fel," the knight answered seeing the huge orc's lustful eyes travel over her.

"Can you do that 'titdance' of yours?"

Human and half-elf alike blinked and stared at each other in confusion.

"Any idea what she means?" Lyanne asked.

"Maybe... your pecs? Like after your workouts whe-"

"YES! THAT!" the overgrown desertwarrior shouted before faking composure. "I mean... that would be nice, I guess."

The knight's cheeks were already burning red, but now they felt like they were about to melt off her face.

"You really have the weirdest kinks, Fel," she sighed and accepted her fate.

She contracted her pectorals. Pulling at the weight her proud boobs held on was much harder in this stretched position, but her much enhanced muscles somehow also came with greater control. Lyanne found some curiosity in imagining how much bigger they'd grow soon. And allowed herself to be enticed by that question.

She offered a few reps before daring to watch what effect they had on Fel.

The orc was visibly drooling, her big grey eyes completely lost in the spectacle.

"Awesome," she muttered.

"Don't just stare, just get hard already!" Lyanne growled, heavily blushing.

Fel bit her lips and tilted towards Lyanne the best she could.

The guards had to strap her to the iron bars, since only two cuffs per cell, initially thought for the legs now reserved to her right arm and leg, were wide enough to fit her.

"Let me enjoy it a bit," she muttered, her lump of sheer enormity twitching with some excitement. "Can you moan? Like when I fucked you?"

Lyanne shot Fel a sharp stare that said more than a thousand words.

"Pleeeease?" Fel asked with wide puppy eyes.

This humiliation almost made the thought of her head ending up on a spike appealing, Lyanne thought. But she had to swallow her pride. Surely, not the only thing she'd be swallowing soon.

Yet before she could bring herself to force a moan out, another earth-shaking, lustful scream came first.

Syn wasn't only blessed with a body too seductive to possibly withstand but also a voice that could melt icebergs. At least once she got going like that. Her throaty, thunderous moan came shockingly close to all the wonderful sounds she made when Lyanne did ... all the right things to that marvel of an ass.

"Don't think you have to do this alone," she winked, halving the embarrassment by sharing it. "Let's give our big green friend what she wants. Shall we?"

"Aye," Lyanne nodded and joined in, timidly at first, but soon matched her commander's lewdness.

"Better ... mmmh," Fel wiggled in her chains, desperate to touch herself somehow.

She clearly enjoyed herself, watching the knight's breasts bounce up and down, both women staring at her swelling meat and filling the room with their lewd gasps and screams.

"Keep going," Fel licked her lips.

Her huge legs tightened with muscles and her ass clenched when that massive tool came to life.

More and more veins started to emerge, pulsing with need with every inch it stretched further away from those stupidly bloated balls.

Lyanne couldn't recall when her exaggerated gasps turned genuinely aroused. But when they did, it wasn't only due to Syn moaning like possessed.

The orc's titanic frame drew breath faster now, the twitching in her powerful limbs came faster. Her gaze was steady, locked onto Lyanne's heaving chest.

"Mmmmh... yes."

Syn and Lyanne both watched the rise of that monstrous snake just as keenly.

Every pulse made it only grow that much thicker, as it crept further; almost like it wanted to reach out to Lyanne. And it clearly didn't wish to wait.

In one moment, it was still hanging lazily over Fel's thigh, in the next it had extended so far and rallied enough stiffness to almost reach the iron bars.

"What the..." Lyanne muttered under her breath, feeling her own tool react with the same awe.

It would be impossible to keep Fel from touching herself now, but in all honesty Lyanne was no longer convinced she even wanted to stop her.

That thing was beyond insane! It surged even fatter, making the foreskin slowly pull back as the utterly swollen, deep-green glans came into view. And Fel wasn't done getting hard.

"You... have grown quite a lot," Syn muttered.

"Oh. It is getting so much bigger," the orc purred. "So much bigger... and better."

Fel didn't exaggerate.

Her beast was insatiable, getting so wide her cock's girth rubbed against both sets of wrist thick rods once she sported the length to reach into Lyanne's cell. The knight now had the perfect view to watch it only rise higher and closer towards her. Inch by inch Fel forced more of her somehow still thickening sausage through those bars, her foreskin pulling back further, which made her only throb that much harder... and grow faster.

"I bet that feels good," Lyanne admitted, her own tent rising as well.

"Sooooo good," Fel moaned. "But it needs more."

"More?" Lyanne blinked.

She already stared at easily one and a half foot of green, throbbing virility. How could there possibly be any more of it?!

Only with Fel.

Fel, by now basically fucking those bars, thrusted her hips, forcing her member even closer towards Lyanne. Another inch on top of another, more veins emerging around that utterly stretched snake, accompanied by the orc's huge balls swaying and somehow even fuller looking by the second.

"Fuck, that's unbelievable," Syn slurred as well when another influx of blood left all three shivering.

20 inches, 22 inches, 24 inches. Fel simply kept swelling with every new thrust, to the point where Lyanne drooled without shame. More than 2 feet of orcmeat pulsed before her, with Fel's groans accompanying the powerful throbs echoing just as loud throughout the dungeon.

"You... are massive!" Lyanne caught herself gasping.

"I need to ... mmmh ... be huge for you! To make you feel so much better when ... ahhh... we fuck!" the orc grunted once she shoved herself into the tight elf-made seal once more.

This time her iron shaft barely rammed its girth through those bars. For a split second Lyanne imagined them bending, deformed by Fel's titanic monster of a cock. From the looks of it Fel wasn't too far off. A few more inches of girth tops!

Lyanne almost came in this moment. Fel was already a prodigious lover before, but with a tool of pleasure of THIS proportions? One could only imagine what she was capable of now. A thought that made the knight's entire body quiver. In all the right ways.

"How can elvish steel feel sooo good?! Fuck! YES!"

The orc kept clenching her ass, her muscles, while thrusting her hips with more need.

"Don't forget you have to... cum over me," Lyanne whispered.

She couldn't believe she just said that and how her mouth salivated over it.

"I will cum so much for you!" the orc said, fire in her eyes. "And when you are huge, I will fuck you so hard! You will love it!"

Lyanne didn't doubt her for a second and involuntarily moaned while watching globs of pre-cum, more than most men's entire load, dripping down.

Fel's voice thundered louder, just like the sound of her meat flexing as it grinded mercilessly against tiring steel. She savoured the sensation as long as she could, until her swollen testes looked like they were about to burst.

And then, with one final flex and scream of primal pleasure, that green, third leg erupted.

Lyanne welcomed that white wave with her jaw wide agape and closed eyes. A maelstrom of spunk, swept over her entire body. Literally. Buckets worth of it with every shot.

Fel's warmth soon spread inside her stomach, but she kept gulping as much as she possibly could. That distinct, savoury, orcish taste, but only that much more potent. Addictive. All-consuming almost.

By the time Fel's flood came to a halt, she was breathing just as heavily as the orc. Not only due to almost being drowned, but with how much she struggled to contain her orgasmic bliss. Never did she expect to feel so much joy over being showered by cum.

"Did I hit?" Fel panted before crashing onto her huge back.

"Yeah... you got me good," the knight muttered.

The sticky goodness still oozing off her face, poured into her fabric, ruining it forever. Strangely, Lyanne didn't mind. Not that she was unable to wipe her face clean, nor that she'd stink of cum for hours. There was some strange appeal in being strapped to the floor with Fel having her way with her.

"Wasn't so bad, right?" Syn said somewhere from the left.

"No," the knight grinned. "But still feel like I've been passed around in a brothel."

The human caught a glimpse of the half-elf laughing heartily, still a sizable bulge in her straining pants.

"There is no doubt. You'd be the pearl of any red lantern establishment," Syn said.

Lyanne, drops of heavy orcish spunk still dripping before her vision, blushed and faced the ceiling.

"Now that's some compliment you don't hear often."

"You are beautiful."

The orc's voice was tender. Too tender to possibly belong to a 10-foot tall, constantly battle craving orc warrior with the libido of a breeding bull. But the perfect fit for Fel nevertheless.

Lyanne turned to her, staring back into those wide eyes, glimmering with pure affection.

"I have no idea what Syn just said," the orc grinned. "But you are beautiful. Even more with my cum on you."

Lyanne didn't doubt her words for a second. There was no point in lying, not that Fel resorted to bending the truth at all anyway. Even after being freed by her arousal, she wore that loving gaze. Not as a tool to get into Lyanne's pants or to charm her way to another epic climax -- that was who she was underneath all that endless lust. A realisation that only now came to Lyanne and made her all warm and tingly inside.

"Thank you... big green," Lyanne said, smiling just as bright. "Now what?"