Codex: Satyr Slave
By Wsan (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/profoundtigermentality), reworked slightly by Fenoxo.
Kinks: Male/Female, Female PoV, Satyr x Elf, Mind Break, Breeding, Pregnancy, Body modification
As the newest druid in Malas, you’ve shown great promise throughout your brief adventure. Moving on to greater things, you set out on foot to the village of Khal. It’s there that you encounter him, on the side of the path.
“You! Dark elf,” the strange creature calls, pointing at you. “Yes, you. Come over here, I need your help. Gods, you elves do everything so slowly.”
Embarrassed and a little hurt at his accusation, you draw closer to him until you’re standing close enough to see what the foul-mouthed creature is. He’s a satyr, a muscular man covered in tufts of shaggy fur whose legs end in hooves. As you approach, you note with some dismay that he smells awful. As a druid you’re well-versed with the outdoors, but there’s some value to be had in bathing. Even the wildest wolf will groom itself or swim in a river.
“How may I aid you?” you ask.
“Hmmm,” he says, scratching his chin while he eyes you up and down. “I need you to get me some materials from the local wildlife. Make it snappy,” he sneers.
“You would ask me, a druid, to kill the wildlife for materials?” you scoff. “I think not, satyr.”
“Fine. Get out of my face!” he roars, waving his arm like you’re a pesky gnat. You flinch at the sudden outburst, but you’re only too happy for the excuse to leave. There’s something about this man that makes you intensely uncomfortable - perhaps the way his eyes are roaming up and down your body...
You turn to leave, but before you’ve even taken a second step he calls out for you.
“Wait,” he begs, and you turn to see him wearing an expression of tortured regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, and that wasn’t really what I wanted to ask you. I’ve just been on edge lately... I might be dying.”
“Dying?” you ask, concern creasing your brow. “What ails you? I see no wounds upon your body.”
“It’s heat,” he says, casting his head downwards dejectedly. “Satyrs die if they can’t find anyone to mate with.”
Is that true? Your mind reels. You know for a fact that this can occur in nature, but it’s usually only in females... and on top of that, satyrs are well-known to be tricksters... but he seems sincere... and if he isn’t lying, what will happen?! You could be responsible for the death of an innocent if you turn him away now!
“Arris guide me,” you sigh, looking around to see if anyone’s coming down the path. “Fine. Let’s get away from the road, then.”
“Right,” he says with a grin, slipping his arm around your waist and guiding you further into the trees. You try to convince yourself he’s happy because you’re helping him, rather than because he’s tricking you.
Safely concealed, you turn to lecture him about what you’ll do for him and gasp in shock. His loincloth, scarcely more than a few dirty rags, is tenting upwards. You watch in open-mouthed horror as he pulls it aside to reveal his swollen, bestial cock. Arris, there’s no way this monstrosity could be intended for breeding! It looks more like some kind of horrific tool to inflict suffering on whoever suffers the misfortune of a satyr’s wrath.
His bloated penis is thicker than your arm and almost as long. To make matters worse, the blunted tip flares outwards... getting it inside your pussy would be nigh impossible, not that you intend to let him do such a thing. On top of that, halfway down its length is a thick ridge of flesh, whereupon the thickness of it almost doubles! You can’t imagine what the purpose of that is, if not just to cause additional pain. Can taking that... thing... ever feel good?
“Well?” the satyr inquires, looking at you puzzledly. You realize you’ve just been staring at his penis for an awkward amount of time. “You said you’d help me, druid.”
I- er,” you stammer nervously, spreading your hands. “I-it’s, it’s different from what I expected...”
“Worried about the size?” he snorts. “Relax, you have to suck it first. Gods, you elves are useless. Get on your knees, silly girl.”
“S-suck..? Oh! Right!” You wipe sweat from your brow, relief palpably washing over you in waves. So pleased are you upon the realization that you won’t have to take that behemoth inside, you don’t even really come to terms with the fact he’s convinced you to suck his cock until you’re kneeling before it.
From down here, it’s even more intimidating - it towers over your head, and his musk is... strong, to say the least. You’ve gotten used to it a little, but there’s no denying it’s somewhat off-putting. At the base of his cock, you can see his balls swinging freely - dear Arris, they’re huge! Each one is probably just a bit bigger than if you clenched your fists together. He certainly must be a... ‘productive’ male of his species. Perhaps they’re swollen as a side effect of the heat?
“At least give it a lick or something,” the satyr sighs frustratedly. “Do I have to tell you to do everything?”
Right, you still have to actually get him off, and then you can leave. The faster he cums, the sooner you can get away from this disgusting creature. He said to start with a lick, so... you cautiously bring your pouty lips closer and let your tongue slip from between them. You shyly lick along the underside of his cock, tracing an angry-looking vein bulging outwards. You can hear him hiss in approval so he clearly likes what you’re doing, and if you’re honest, the taste isn’t so offensively bad as to put you off. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all?
Timidly reaching up with your hands, you find they can’t even wrap all the way around his massive cock. Still, he grunts in pleasure at your grip, so you give him a light squeeze and begin to slowly rub up and down as you lean in for another lick. This time you stretch upwards, slowly licking all the way up to his flared crown.
“Mmh, that’s good,” the satyr murmurs, watching you work his cock. “You enjoying the taste, girl?”
Your cheeks flush scarlet. It would be too mean to say it’s disgusting, but you don’t want to agree with him, either. The very notion that a satyr’s cock would taste good to you is demeaning. In the end you settle for saying nothing while blushing, a gesture the satyr mistakes for subservience.
“That’s right, elf. Lick the tip,” he commands.
You roll your eyes, but the better he feels, the sooner it’ll be over, right? Besides, you have to admit just a tiny bit of purely academic curiosity as to just how much cum he has in those gigantic balls of his. You begin to lick around the crown, noting the difference in taste while you idly stroke the swollen base of his dick.
“Oh, that’s more like it,” he grunts, looking down at you amusedly. “Take it in your mouth.”
“It’ll never fit,” you protest. “You’re far too big.”
“Just try it,” he sighs in exasperation. “This is good, but you’ll never get me off just licking and rubbing.”
Fine. If that’s how it is, you’ll at least give it a shot. Staring at the blunt flare head-on just makes it look all the more impossible, but you stretch your mouth open and try to take it in anyway.
“Mind the fucking teeth,” he hisses, his brow creasing.
Arris! You’re tempted to bite down just to pay this guy back for being an asshole. You’re just trying to help, and there’s a obvious size mismatch between his fat, veiny cock and your comparatively tiny mouth. Still, maybe there’s a better way to do this. You let your tongue loll out and suck the underside of his flare, pressing down on the top to try and squeeze it between your outstretched lips. It’s working!
You just barely manage to take the first inch inside and to your alarm, his flare immediately expands, spurting a rope of what must be precum across your tongue. It seems like getting him out of your mouth is going to be even harder than getting him in, and it’s not easy to swallow when your jaw is stretched wide. About all you can do is weakly wash your tongue from side to side around his crown.
“Oh fuck, that’s more like it,” he moans, jerking his hips.
You can’t tell if that was on purpose or an accident, but his cock slides a few inches further in. Either way, you need to get him off _now_ before this gets any worse. Your face aches with muscular fatigue and you can scarcely breathe, and the fact his cock is drooling warm, sticky precum down your throat is hardly helping. You begin to desperately masturbate his length with your hands, trying to hasten his orgasm.
If his muted grunts of pleasure are any indication, it’s working. You can feel - Arris forbid - his heavy cock begin to swell even further, hardening in your mouth until it feels like your lips are wrapped around a pulsating iron rod.
“Grrrr, FUCK!” He yells, seizing your head with both hands. You don’t even have time to flinch before he violently thrusts forward, fully impaling you on his throbbing cock. The flow of precum down your throat slows to a trickle, then he begins groaning orgasmically. Suddenly huge, sticky globs of filthy satyr seed begin pumping past your lips every couple of seconds, his cock flexing hard in your mouth with every bountiful splurt. The inside of your throat is immediately glazed white, his cum splattering against the back of it and rolling into your tummy.
You beat at him with your fists - how dare he use you as a sex toy when you’ve so graciously helped him up until this point?! Unfortunately, with a massive penis in your throat and tears streaming from your reddened eyes, you have a hard time mustering any strength.
“Glllk, glb! Gllgh! Glp! Glp! Glp... glp, glp, glp...”
Your ineffectual protests fade as you divert more and more attention to the torrential deluge of semen rushing down your bulging throat. It... it never ends. Your eyes begin to roll back in your head from lack of oxygen, but the flow of semen just doesn’t stop. Even with your ears full of the rushing of blood as you struggle to breathe, you can still hear splash after splash as his cum finds its way into your rapidly-filling stomach.
You feel a strange calmness descend over you as your hands fall by your sides, your mouth limply stretched around a fat, throbbing cock. Your muscles go slack, only further aiding the penetration of your throat. Your neck bulges obscenely, the outline of a pumping cumvein clearly visible from the outside. Your vision swims, then begins to darken, but you don’t even really notice. All you care about is the calming, soothing feeling of being filled to the brim with sticky, fertile sperm.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the satyr pulls you off his cock, catching you in the face with the last few squirts. You stare blankly as his warm seed coats your face, splattering across your visage and dripping onto your robes. Taking advantage of your state, he squeezes himself dry across your clothed breasts and wipes himself off with your hair. You feel his clawed hand affectionately pat your cheek, rousing you from your fucked-silly stupor.
“Thank you, druid,” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder before standing back up. “You’ve saved my life. Of course, heat for satyrs lasts for a few months, so come back tomorrow. I’m still in danger, but I can rest easy knowing you’ll save me.”
“O-oh... yes, of cour-blrbl...” you choke, unable to keep his semen down. Rivulets of bubbling spunk run down your already-stained face. You idly wipe a finger across your chin, and it comes away covered in pearlescent glaze. Nodding appreciatively, he makes to leave before calling back over his shoulder.
“Oh, and my name is Yenn. See you tomorrow, druid.”
He leaves you there on your knees, coated both inside and out in his sperm. Your belly bulges under your robes, full with Yenn’s cum. Even clothed, you look like you’re in the early days of pregnancy. Your throat is sore, your jaw aches, your eyes are still teary, your stomach is full of satyr spunk, and you’re absolutely coated in semen. But at least you saved a life... right?
There’s no way you can walk into Khal looking like a... a slut. The added weight makes cat form a little ungainly, but it beats explaining the situation. You pad past the innkeeper and up to your room to rest, suddenly so fatigued that you don’t even think to shift back before you’re asleep. You fall unconscious to the sound of your gurgling tummy, an embarrassing reminder of how you were used.
When you awaken, your resolve is set. Even your capacity for good can be exceeded, and as far as you’re concerned, that was it. You’re not going back to Yenn. Ever.
–
“Hello,” you mumble lamely, unable to meet his eyes.
“Ah, my favourite elf,” Yenn declares, grinning viciously. “I almost thought you were going to leave me for dead! But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”
He slips a muscular arm around your waist, taking the opportunity to squeeze your ass hard enough that it stings. You move out of his embrace and look at him reproachfully, but he just laughs.
“Relax, elf. Your mouth suits me fine.”
Bristling a little, you’re about to reply when he takes his dick out and you forget what you were going to say. Yenn *really* doesn’t waste any time, and by Arris, you’d swear it was even bigger than yesterday. Did you really have this in your mouth - well, throat, really - last time? You hesitantly kneel in front of it and look up at him, waiting. He looks down at you, confused, then a look of realization dawns on his face.
“Are you waiting for me to tell you what to do?” he asks, half-laughing. “Elves... You don’t have to ask me for permission, girl. Just suck my cock.”
Fine, whatever. You don’t particularly like talking to this creature anyway. Still, you can’t help but gulp in nervousness just looking at his big, fat cock. You can only imagine how much of his sperm you’re going to have to suck down today, but no doubt you’ll be finding out soon. Seeing a bead of precum at his tip, you lean forward to lick it off lest it drop on your robes, earning a satisfied grunt for your efforts. Not that it matters to him, but you’re totally not doing it to make him happy - you just don’t want to have your clothes stained to the point of unwearability again.
Although you’d been dreading it, you find that this time slipping your lips around him and letting him fuck your gaping mouth is a lot easier, and less painful, too. You can’t help but feel surprised, and just a little bit ashamed, that you managed to get him inside you with such ease. Still, you have to admit as your cheeks flush scarlet, this is better than having it hurt. Between the slutty hollowing of your cheeks and the dextrous milking motions of your fingers, it’s not long before Yenn is groaning in ecstasy while he unloads into your throat.
Looking up at him as he vents his balls into your stomach, you can’t help but wonder if it really feels as good as it looks... you swallow down load after load just watching the satyr grit his teeth and grunt, until to your surprise there’s no more cum. You somehow managed to chug down every last warm spurt of ejaculate he had to give you, and wow does your tummy show it. Yenn snickers as he pulls out of your throat, brushing your hair out of your face.
“You’re a natural, you purple-skinned little tramp,” he sneers, stuffing his prick back behind his loincloth. “Wouldn’t be surprised to find you in the stables. Fuck if you don’t do that well, though.”
“I’m not like that,” you protest, but he just laughs. He doesn’t believe you, and worse yet, after today, you’re not sure you believe yourself. It’s hard to keep sight of the fact you’re doing this to save a life...
Either way, Yenn is gone before you can continue, leaving you to ruminate in your thoughts. From the outside looking in this would look like madness, but even knowing why you’re doing what you’re doing, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that has nothing to do with licking up Yenn’s cum. If you’re doing such a massive favor for him, shouldn’t he be repaying you somehow? It would only be fair, wouldn’t it? You’re tired of being left with a full stomach and nothing to show for it.
–
The next day when you’ve knelt before him and dutifully swallowed his bountiful load, you reach out and grasp his furred leg before he leaves. The look he gives you when he turns back is akin to that of a wolf cornering its prey, but you try not to pay attention to that.
“I-I want something back,” you stammer uncertainly, trying to command as much respect as you can with your stomach swollen with sperm and your mouth still dripping.
“Really,” Yenn says, not unkindly. “And what might that be?”
“You... I want you to make me feel good too,” you say, blushing as you finally admit it.
“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” Yenn says, grinning. “You elves, always so uptight and haughty. It’s a wonder you aren’t the ones dying of heat. Maybe you’ll even enjoy yourself for once.”
He takes a seat right behind you, his legs splayed out on either side of yours. Pulling you back slightly, he sets you reclined against his muscular chest. You have to admit, resting against him like this is really quite comfortable... your tummy is filled with warmth, its weight making you lethargic, and you’re more than willing to let him do what he wants.
He hikes your robe up, exposing you embarrassingly. Were a passerby to look this way, they would no doubt see your underwear. Still, you stay silent in the hopes Yenn is as good as his word. He grunts as he slides a finger down your panties. You gasp in shock, your hips involuntarily bucking against him before you manage to get control of yourself.
“You,” you pant, more surprised than distressed. “What are you doing?”
“Making you feel good,” he murmurs disinterestedly. “Thought that was what you wanted, elf.”
The next two minutes of your life are some of the most eye-opening, toe-curling, and breathtaking moments you will ever have. You throw your head back and cry out in pure, womanly bliss, your hips rolling with his finger as it gently rubs your clit. Your legs shake, your back arches, you thrust your chest forward and look up at him with half-lidded eyes. For as long as he’s touching you, this man is your god.
“Oh, you’re a squirter,” he notes. You don’t even notice he’s talking.
By the time he’s done making you sing, you’re a wreck. The moment he stands, you flop onto your back with your legs spread, still quivering with your panties pulled halfway down your thigh. You watch him wide-eyed as he leaves, some new, alien feeling blossoming in the pit of your tummy. It only grows stronger the further away he gets, and when he’s gone the feeling consumes you like a raging inferno. You want more. No, you need more.
Upon returning to the inn, you spend the night finger-fucking yourself to endless peaks, panting and gasping, images of Yenn flashing through your mind every time your pussy flexes and shudders. When you’re finally spent, the only thought in your fevered mind is that it was better when he did it... much better. You fall asleep with your limbs splayed everywhere and your thighs still covered in sticky girlcum. When you awaken, the first thing you do is seek out Yenn.
Kneeling before him, you’re determined to blow his fucking mind. Anything to entice him into making you feel that good again. You don’t even wait for him to move his loincloth aside, grabbing the spongy flesh of his half-erect cock and jerking it to hardness before you wrap your lips around it. Once you get it inside you, you let him spurt some salty precum across your tongue, licking it up and hollowing your cheeks to suck on his slit before you take it in your throat. Bobbing your head up and down, your neck bulges outwards with every penetration until you’ve taken him so deeply the bump of his flare disappears completely. He grunts in pleasure, slowly moving his hips forward until you find your face pressed against his midriff. You look up at him defiantly, your eyes watering with the effort, and swallow hard.
“Hunh,” he growls, putting a clawed hand around the back of your head. “Underestimated you, elf. You need a mate.”
With the thud of pumping blood rushing through your ears, you can hardly make out what he’s saying, but you think he mentioned mating. You close your eyes and reach out with your hands, gently cupping his massive balls and marvelling at their size. You can’t even fit your hands around them they’re so full. Squeezing them gently, you feel them pull taut in your grip... they’re pulsating with need. He’s about to cum!
You put your hands on Yenn’s butt and pull yourself forward, impaling yourself on his cock as deep as you can go when you feel him shudder, his abs tightening against your face. Finally, you feel the first gigantic load slip past your lips and trace down your neck to be deposited in your tummy. Then another, and another, and suddenly, to your surprise, you feel yourself beginning to cum. Your eyes fly open at the sensation, and you find yourself looking up into Yenn’s hazy green irises.
You can scarcely hide your shock as he watches you, grinning, as his cum slowly slides down your throat. Your hips begin to rock like you’re being fucked, your pussy squeezing around a cock that isn’t there, trying desperately to milk it. You soak your panties through in an instant, orgasming explosively while you chug down load after load of warm, sticky cum under Yenn’s smug gaze. Eyes rolling back in your head, you feel a slight distaste for his expression even as you gulp down his seed. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, the power he has over you. It feels so good that you don’t care, though.
You squeeze your legs together and moan into his throbbing cock, sedatedly riding out your orgasm while you look up at Yenn in adoration. You could get used to this...
He lets you suck down and swallow the last of his loads, his lusts sated. Pulling his prick from your mouth, he holds it in front of you in an unspoken request. You lean forward and lick the tip, sucking the last bits of cum out from his slit and cleaning his flare. Satisfied, he tucks it back beneath his loincloth. Your disappointment is apparently palpable, because Yenn snickers at your expression.
“Hoping for more, elf? Well, too bad. Getting you off with my fingers is boring.” He stops for a moment, looking down at you, then grins. “Unless you want to try something new.”
You’re pretty sure what that entails. You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head, but instead of being disappointed, Yenn only laughs.
“We’ll see what you think about it tomorrow, elf. See you then.”
–
That night, you don’t bother masturbating. As good as it feels, getting off with your own fingers is just... missing something. There’s something enthralling, something intoxicating about being made to cum, having it forced upon you. Yes... to cum by yourself would be a waste. It would be better if Yenn was the one doing it - just thinking of him makes you want it. Maybe just once before you sleep...
Morning finds you adorning your robes with particular care, making sure nothing is amiss. You don’t even really take conscious note of the way you inspect yourself in the mirror, brushing your hair and adjusting your posture to accentuate your bust and ass. If only you had something fancier to wear. Then again, Yenn probably wouldn’t even notice. He’s only interested in what’s under your clothes, after all. Or your mouth. You lean into the mirror and pout, showing off your fine, plump lips. Perfect for wrapping around a big, fat, satyr cock. You let your tongue play out of your mouth and think about washing it over his bulging cumsacks before you pull it back in. There’ll be enough time for that later.
When you see him again, the two of you don’t even exchange words. Your cheeks heat up a little with the thrill of submission as you discard your robe completely, presenting yourself to Yenn in your full-bodied entirety. Your luscious lips, plump breasts, taut stomach, and the lovely little delta of white fuzz leading to your tight little pussy. You give him a shy smile before kneeling at his feet, feeling a little warm tingle of pride blooming in your stomach when you find his cock already hardening after your show. He does like it.
You’ve hardly started suckling on his tip before he stops you.
“Lie down,” he grunts. Excitement courses through your body - is he going to finally fuck your pussy?!
It doesn’t look like he is, though. As you invitingly spread your legs and lay on your back, he positions himself above you and kneels down, his knees thudding into the grass on either side of your head. Such are the size of his musky balls that they hang over your mouth like two delicious, succulent...
You gently grasp one with your hands and lower it into your well-trained mouth, enjoying Yenn’s grunt of approval as you start hollowing your cheeks, sucking his balls as if you were born to. You’d smile in happiness if you could; you can feel the virile cum surging in his testes, just waiting to be roughly fucked into your stomach. Just the thought of it sets your tummy aflutter, gurgling happily in anticipation of being swollen full.
After a few minutes of thoroughly sucking Yenn’s nuts until they’re soaked in your saliva and just bulging with seed, he turns around and begins to lower his hard, dribbling cock towards your lips. You hold them open in the largest, sluttiest ‘O’ you can, and he accepts your invitation. Lying atop you, he begins to hump your face, his flare pushing into the recesses of your throat almost immediately. You swallow as often as you can to aid his penetration, and soon enough he’s almost balls-deep in you.
Your gag reflex instinctually suppressed by the massive cock stuffing your throat, Yenn’s free to fuck your gullet like it’s a pussy. You actually moan into his balls at the sensation, feeling his fat cock flex and pulse in your warm wetness of your throat. Just having him take you so utterly is enough to set your legs shaking a little, suffering a miniature orgasm every time his balls slap against your nose. Your clit throbs with need, but he’s not interested in getting you off and you know it. You grip his muscular haunches as he bucks, fucking your face with the reckless abandon of one who cares not for their partner.
You revel in it. Eagerly gulping down the plentiful precum he spews down your gullet, you can feel him getting closer and closer to cumming, and it’s going to be huge. He begins to grunt, his hips quivering in anticipation. You push yourself into him as much as possible, pressing your nose against his churning nuts, and he finally lets go. You gurgle in pleasure as you feel a deluge of hot, sticky spunk begin to pump down his iron-hard cock, his cumvein bulging outwards as it works overtime to dump a barrelful of semen between your lips.
Your eyelids flutter in slutty joy as you finally feel his release, his groans of pleasure like music to your elven ears. Firmly holding you down, he hilts himself balls-deep in your face over and over, each penetration accompanied by a massive, throbbing load of cum from his flare. It shoots straight into your receptive stomach, noisily swelling it outwards. Feeling his cum filling you, you suffer an oxygen-deprived orgasm of your own, your hips bucking and jerking weakly under him. The longer he keeps you down and placidly chugging his jizz, the more your vision begins to swim, until you begin to slowly pass out. The last thing you feel before you fall unconscious is Yenn’s flare pushing through your throat again.
You’re awakened by a stinging sensation across your cheek. You moan lightly as your senses return, then you feel it across your other cheek. Gasping in shock, you open your eyes to find Yenn slapping you awake with his still-dripping cock. He looks down at you expectantly, and you find yourself instinctively sitting up to clean his prick. The moment you move, though, a dribble of spunk slips from between your lips - then a rivulet, and suddenly heavy cum begins to pour from your mouth onto your tits. Though you did your best, the amount of it just wasn’t meant to be handled by delicate elven bodies... not without some modification, anyway.
Try as you might to keep your master’s cum inside you, most of it ends up splattered on your breasts, your jutting nipples glazed in spunk. Yenn doesn’t seem to mind, though, apparently approving of the look if his expression is any indicator.
“Turn over and spread your legs, slut,” he snarls, lifting one of your legs with a cloven hoof.
You eagerly roll onto your still-pudgy stomach and spread your legs as far as you possibly can, exposing your glistening sex to the satyr. He immediately jams two fingers up your pussy, making you squeal in both pain and girlish joy. He’s finally doing it... you thrust back into him as best you can, earning a couple of thrills of pleasure before he pulls them back out. Moaning in disappointment but still eager to see what he’ll do to you next, you peek back at him.
He kneels behind you, cock in hand, and sees you wiggling your butt enticingly. Raising his hand, he brings it down with a loud slap on your ass, making you cry out and leaving a stinging red welt.
“That hurt,” you mumble, biting your lip and trying not to whimper.
“Good, you dumb slut,” he grunts, cruelly slapping the other cheek too. “Hold yourself still so I can get my cock inside.”
Determined to not cry like the little bitch he’s making you feel like, you fight your instincts and obediently hold yourself still, lithe elven legs spread so wide you’re almost doing the splits. You feel the heavy bulk of Yenn’s prick slide between your buttcheeks, drooling precum down your puckered asshole, some of it running tantalizingly down your labia.
There’s a moment of tension in the air as Yenn lines himself up with your sopping-wet fuckhole, then you feel the blunt, swollen flare push against you. Oh, it hurts! You grit your teeth and pant, feeling the bloated head of his cock slowly tease your folds apart and then stretch them to lengths that shouldn’t be possible.
“Uh! Uhhhgh, oh, fuck,” you breathe, trying your best to accommodate his girth. “Uhhh- AAH!”
You let out a high-pitched scream of agony and bliss as your tortured pussy finally acquiesces, swallowing his fat cock whole and allowing him into the most intimate depths of your body.
“Finally,” he grunts, putting two giant hands around your hips. “You little fucking cocksleeve.”
He starts fucking very un-ladylike grunts and groans out of you, sounds more befitting of a breeding sow in heat than a noble dark elf. You can’t help it, though - it feels so good to let him hear what he’s doing to you, what kind of an effect his massive, throbbing cock is having on your mind. You never knew until you met Yenn, but this is your true nature; that of a writhing, gasping slut, and you’ll repay him the only way you know how.
“That’s more like it,” he sneers, feeling you flex and tighten your pussy walls around his dick. “Thought for a moment you were going to make me do all the work.”
“N-no, I- Ah! Oh! Oh! I would never- Oohh! Yenn! Yennnn!”
The moment you feel his big, fat, domineering cock tightly pressed against your womb, you know your old life is over. You will never, ever be able to live without this feeling, this ecstasy. Yenn cares not for your revelation, though, and only continues to pound you harder when he feels your cervix kissing his prick. He roughly yanks your arms upward until you’re sitting upright, your naked breasts bouncing up and down as he fucks you as deep as possible.
You can’t. stop. cumming. Every savage thrust into your overfull cunt is like a spear right through your brain, shuttering all thought save for mindless pleasure. You’re almost crying with joy, and the expression on your face, under your druidic markings, is one of rapturous ecstasy. When you feel Yenn’s heartbeat in your womb through the pulsing of his cock, you realize: you’re in love. That’s what this feeling is; you’d never known. He rides you all throughout your never-ending orgasm, getting closer and closer himself until he roughly turns you around and slams you down on your back.
You scream in utter delight as he brutally hilts himself inside you, grinding into your pelvis and stretching your tortured pussy wide enough to swallow his thick, pulsating base. He roars in dominance as he cums inside you, the fat tip of his flare pushed right up against your womb. You’re instantly filled with the blissful sensation of warmth - his warmth, as his semen begins to spurt, spray, then hose into your defenseless womb. Each body-wrenching thrust of his sends orgasmic shivers down your spine, your back arching and shaky legs trying to lift yourself into his cock.
He keeps you pinned down and immobile like a good cumdump should be, thrusting away with no care whatsoever as to your receptiveness. All he cares about is emptying his gigantic balls of their seed, and you’re more than happy to let him do so inside you. You croon, gasp, and sigh seductively as you feel each massive wad of satyr semen splatter into your womb, sticking to its walls. You’d scream to the high heavens in orgasm yourself if Yenn wasn’t fucking you so hard you could hardly breathe, and besides, you doubt he cares if you cum or not.
You’re filled with an intense gratitude for this man, this beast, this... conqueror, who’s made you his. The only one to show you the earthly pleasures this world has to offer, and to think he was so close to your home. As he growls, pushing your legs behind your head and crushing your little pussy with the force of his thrusts, all you can think of is how best to please him tomorrow. You can already feel your womb swelling with his jizz, and he’s showing no signs of stopping - you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. What a fucking animal! He’s earned the right to stuff your cunt full of his sperm, to make you his cumdump fuckdoll.
Your legs shake and your hips jerk continuously as he fucks one orgasm after another out of you, never pausing or stopping, displaying the dominant endurance that made you his bitch in the first place. You gaze up at him lovingly, watching the sweat roll down his muscular chest and abs with your mouth hanging open in adoration. Surely, with so much of his cum inside you, you’ll be a mother soon... you could be Yenn’s wife, even. You weakly curl your legs around him, digging your heels into his lower back, trying to keep him inside you, trying to make sure all of his jizz stays in your womb. He notices.
“Stay still and I’ll make sure you get what you want, you fertile slut,” he snarls, heavy balls slapping against your ass. “A whole litter of runts for that little elf womb of yours.”
“Yes,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head. “Please. Give me your children, I lo- ooooh! Oh! Oh, gods! Don’t stop!”
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Months later...
The sound of slick, wet slaps resound across the grassy knolls of the Narr Woods, heard only by incurious spiders and the native wildlife. The desperate, wailing cries of what sounds like a dark elf in distress are more interesting to them, but few ever find the source. Were they to explore, they might find a very heavily pregnant dark elf druid, her milk-swollen breasts swaying to and fro as she gets her spasming cunt plugged over and over by a grunting, hulking beast of a satyr, the blunt outline of his flared cock clearly visible on her stuffed-full stomach. Under closer inspection, she has multiple golden piercings, too. Two thick ones speared through her lewd, jutting nipples, a decorative stud in her tummy, and a ring through her nose, befitting of her status.
She pays no attention to her surroundings, focused wholly on the feeling of being plowed from behind, her face being degradingly dragged along in the mud with every thrust. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, if the orgasmic ecstasy written all over her face is any indication. Her hands grip and pull at the ground, tearing blades of grass away every time the satyr’s massive balls slap hard against her reddened, dripping pussy. Each of her holes drips spunk, testament to both the satyr’s virility and how well-ridden the slutty elf is.
For the satyr’s part, he doesn’t seem to care about his partner beyond getting off in her guts as deep and as many times as possible. Every time he blows a load inside her, further swelling her tummy outwards, he picks another position and hole to fuck. The way he uses her, she looks like little more than a ragged fuckdoll, the only purpose of her orifices to gulp down warm mouthfuls of seed. His final orgasm comes after he lifts her fully into the air and slams her down on his cock, gouts of his and her cum spraying from her overfull cunt.
Unceremoniously dumping her in the grass, the satisfied satyr leaves the elf to her own devices for the time being. Her eyes vacant and glassy, she spreads her still-shaking legs and masturbates, plunging her fingers deep into her abused pussy, alternating between fucking herself and tasting his cum. No doubt after she delivers, the satyr will work on filling her right back up. It’s not long before he returns, picking her up and carefully slinging the giggling elf over his shoulder to carry her back into a cave, whereupon the lewd sounds soon recommence.
BAD END