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By Wsan (<u>https://www.tumblr.com/blog/profoundtigermentality</u>), reworked slightly by Fenoxo.
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<i>Kinks: Male/Female, Female PoV, Satyr x Elf, Mind Break, Breeding, Pregnancy, Body modification</i>
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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.
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<i>“You! Dark elf,”</i> the strange creature calls, pointing at you. <i>“Yes, you. Come over here, I need your help. Gods, you elves do everything so slowly.”</i>
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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.
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<i>“How may I aid you?”</i> you ask.
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<i>“Hmmm,”</i> he says, scratching his chin while he eyes you up and down. <i>“I need you to get me some materials from the local wildlife. Make it snappy,”</i> he sneers.
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<i>“你要我这个德鲁伊去杀野生动物取材料？”</i>你嗤之以鼻。<i>“我看不可能，萨提尔。”</i>

<i>“好吧。滚出我的视线！”</i>他咆哮着挥臂，仿佛你只是只恼人的小飞虫。突如其来的爆发让你一缩，但你正好借此机会离开。这个男人身上有某种东西让你极度不舒服——也许是他上下打量你身体的目光……

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You turn to leave, but before you’ve even taken a second step he calls out for you.
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<i>“Wait,”</i> he begs, and you turn to see him wearing an expression of tortured regret. <i>“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.”</i>
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<i>“Dying?”</i> you ask, concern creasing your brow. <i>“What ails you? I see no wounds upon your body.”</i>
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<i>“It’s heat,”</i> he says, casting his head downwards dejectedly. <i>“Satyrs die if they can’t find anyone to mate with.”</i>
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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!
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<i>“Arris guide me,”</i> you sigh, looking around to see if anyone’s coming down the path. <i>“Fine. Let’s get away from the road, then.”</i>
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<i>“Right,”</i> 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.
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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.
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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?
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<i>“Well?”</i> the satyr inquires, looking at you puzzledly. You realize you’ve just been staring at his penis for an awkward amount of time. <i>“You said you’d help me, druid.”</i>
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I- er,”</i> you stammer nervously, spreading your hands. <i>“I-it’s, it’s different from what I expected...”</i>
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<i>“Worried about the size?”</i> he snorts. <i>“Relax, you have to suck it first. Gods, you elves are useless. Get on your knees, silly girl.”</i>
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<i>“S-suck..? Oh! Right!”</i> 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.
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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?
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<i>“At least give it a lick or something,”</i> the satyr sighs frustratedly. <i>“Do I have to tell you to do everything?”</i>
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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?
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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.
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<i>“Mmh, that’s good,”</i> the satyr murmurs, watching you work his cock. <i>“You enjoying the taste, girl?”</i>
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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.
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<i>“That’s right, elf. Lick the tip,”</i> he commands.
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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.
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<i>“Oh, that’s more like it,”</i> he grunts, looking down at you amusedly. <i>“Take it in your mouth.”</i>
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<i>“It’ll never fit,”</i> you protest. <i>“You’re far too big.”</i>
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<i>“Just try it,”</i> he sighs in exasperation. <i>“This is good, but you’ll never get me off just licking and rubbing.”</i>
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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.
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<i>“Mind the fucking teeth,”</i> he hisses, his brow creasing.
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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!
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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.
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<i>“Oh fuck, that’s more like it,”</i> he moans, jerking his hips.
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你无法判断那是故意的还是意外，但他的肉棒又向里滑进了几英寸。无论如何，你必须现在让他射出来，不能再让事态恶化。你的脸因肌肉疲劳而酸痛，几乎无法呼吸；他的肉棒正沿着你的喉咙流下温热黏稠的前列腺液，更是雪上加霜。你开始用双手拼命撸弄他的长度，试图加快他的高潮。

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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.
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<i>“Grrrr, FUCK!”</i> 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.
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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.
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<i>“Glllk, glb! Gllgh! Glp! Glp! Glp... glp, glp, glp...”</i>
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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.
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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.
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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.
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<i>“Thank you, druid,”</i> he says, putting a hand on your shoulder before standing back up. <i>“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.”</i>
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<i>“O-oh... yes, of cour-blrbl...”</i> 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.
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<i>“Oh, and my name is Yenn. See you tomorrow, druid.”</i>
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他把你留在那里跪着，体内体外都沾满了他的精液。你的肚子在长袍下鼓起，里面装满了Yenn的精液。即使穿着衣服，你看起来也像刚怀孕不久。你的喉咙疼，下巴酸痛，双眼仍含着泪，胃里塞满了萨提尔的精液，全身都被精液覆盖。但至少你救了一条命……对吧？

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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.
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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.
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<i>“Hello,”</i> you mumble lamely, unable to meet his eyes.
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<i>“Ah, my favourite elf,”</i> Yenn declares, grinning viciously. <i>“I almost thought you were going to leave me for dead! But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”</i>
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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.
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<i>“Relax, elf. Your mouth suits me fine.”</i>
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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.
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<i>“Are you waiting for me to tell you what to do?”</i> he asks, half-laughing. <i>“Elves... You don’t have to ask me for permission, girl. Just suck my cock.”</i>
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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.
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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.
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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.
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<i>“You’re a natural, you purple-skinned little tramp,”</i> he sneers, stuffing his prick back behind his loincloth. <i>“Wouldn’t be surprised to find you in the stables. Fuck if you don’t do that well, though.”</i>
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<i>“I’m not like that,”</i> 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...
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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.
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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.
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<i>“I-I want something back,”</i> you stammer uncertainly, trying to command as much respect as you can with your stomach swollen with sperm and your mouth still dripping.
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<i>“Really,”</i> Yenn says, not unkindly. <i>“And what might that be?”</i>
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<i>“You... I want you to make me feel good too,”</i> you say, blushing as you finally admit it.
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<i>“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,”</i> Yenn says, grinning. <i>“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.”</i>
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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.
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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.
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<i>“You,”</i> you pant, more surprised than distressed. <i>“What are you doing?”</i>
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<i>“让你感觉良好，”</i>他漫不经心地喃喃道。<i>“我还以为这就是你想要的，精灵。”</i>

接下来的两分钟，是你一生中最令人开眼界、蜷趾难耐又屏息惊叹的时刻之一。你仰起头，以纯粹的女性极乐放声呼喊；他的手指轻柔地摩擦着你的阴蒂，你的臀部随着它滚动。你的双腿颤抖，背部弓起，胸口向前挺出，半眯着眼抬头望向他。在他触碰你的这段时间里，这个男人就是你的神。

<i>“哦，你会喷水，”</i>他指出。你甚至没有注意到他在说话。

等他让你唱完，你已经一团糟。他站起身的瞬间，你双腿分开、内裤褪到大腿中段，仍在颤抖着仰面倒下。你睁大眼睛看着他离去，一种陌生的异样感觉在腹部深处萌芽。他走得越远，这感觉就越强烈；当他消失后，这感觉如熊熊烈火般将你吞没。你想要更多。不，你需要更多。

回到旅店后，你整晚都用手指操弄自己，一次次攀上顶峰；每当你的阴唇收紧颤抖，Yenn的身影就会闪过脑海。终于精疲力尽时，你脑中唯一的想法是：还是他做得更好……好得多。你四肢摊开入睡，大腿上仍沾着黏稠的女液。醒来后，你做的第一件事就是去找Yenn。

跪在他面前，你决心让他爽到发疯，想尽一切办法诱使他再次让你感受那种快感。你甚至不等他掀开缠腰布，就抓住他半勃起的海绵状肉棒，将它撸硬，然后用双唇包住。将它含入口中后，你让他把咸涩的前列腺液喷到舌头上，舔干净，再收拢双颊吸吮他的尿道口，随后把它吞进喉咙。你上下摆动头部，每次深入都让脖子鼓起；不久，你含得如此之深，连他膨大的龟头都完全消失。 他愉悦地闷哼，缓缓向前挺胯，直到你的脸被压在他的腹部。你挑衅般抬头看着他，双眼因用力而泛泪，然后用力吞咽。

<i>“哼，”</i>他低吼着，用带爪的手按住你的后脑。<i>“是我低估你了，精灵。你需要一个伴侣。”</i>

耳边尽是血液奔涌的轰鸣，你几乎听不清他在说什么，但猜想他提到了交配。你闭上眼，伸出双手，轻轻托住他硕大的睾丸，惊叹于它们的尺寸。它们胀得太满，你甚至无法用双手环住。你轻轻揉捏，感觉它们在掌中绷紧……正因渴望而脉动。他要射了！

你把双手放在Yenn的臀部，向前拉近自己；当你感到他一阵战栗、腹肌紧贴着你的脸收紧时，你尽可能深地将自己刺入他的肉棒。终于，第一股巨量精液越过你的双唇，沿着喉咙流下，沉入腹中。接着是第二股、第三股；令你惊讶的是，你也开始高潮。你因这感觉猛地睁开眼，抬头望进Yenn朦胧的绿色眼眸。

你几乎无法掩饰震惊，因为他一边咧嘴笑着看你，一边让精液缓缓滑过你的喉咙。你的臀部开始像被抽插般摇摆，小穴紧紧挤压着并不存在的肉棒，拼命试图将它榨干。你瞬间浸透内裤，在Yenn得意的注视下，一边吞咽温热黏稠的精液，一边爆发式高潮。你的眼睛向后翻，即使大口吞下他的种子，仍对他的表情感到一丝厌恶。他清楚知道自己对你做了什么，以及自己对你的掌控力。不过感觉实在太好，你根本不在乎。

你夹紧双腿，对着他跳动的肉棒呻吟，在仰望Yenn、满怀崇敬的同时，昏沉地熬过自己的高潮。你大概会习惯这一切……

他让你吸吮并吞下最后几股精液，直到欲望满足。将肉棒从你口中抽出后，他把它举到你面前，发出无声的请求。你向前探身舔舐顶端，吸出尿道口残留的精液，把膨大的龟头舔干净。满意后，他把它塞回缠腰布下。你的失望显然写在脸上，Yenn见状嗤嗤发笑。

<i>“还想要更多，精灵？那可不行。用手指让你高潮太无聊了。”</i>他停了一会儿，低头看着你，然后咧嘴一笑。<i>“除非你想试点新东西。”</i>

你相当确定那意味着什么。你迟疑片刻后摇了摇头，但Yenn没有失望，反而笑了起来。

<i>“明天我们再看看你对此有什么想法，精灵。到时候见。”</i>

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那天晚上，你没有自慰。自己用手指弄虽然很舒服，却总觉得……少了点什么。被人弄到高潮、被迫达到高潮，其中有种令人着迷、令人陶醉的感觉。是啊……自己高潮只是浪费。要是做这件事的人是Yenn就好了——光是想到他，你就渴望起来。也许睡前再来一次……

清晨，你格外仔细地整理长袍，确保没有任何不妥。你甚至没有真正注意到自己如何在镜子前审视身体：梳理头发、调整姿势，凸显胸部与臀部。要是有更漂亮的衣服就好了。不过，Yenn大概也不会注意。他毕竟只对你衣服下面的东西感兴趣。或者对你的嘴。你向镜子靠近，噘起嘴，展示自己漂亮丰满的双唇——那正适合包住粗大肥硕的萨提尔肉棒。你让舌头伸出口外，想象着用它舔过他鼓胀的精囊，然后才将舌头收回。以后有的是时间做那件事。

再次见到他时，你们甚至没有交换一句话。屈服带来的刺激让你的双颊微微发热；你彻底脱下长袍，将完整的身体展现在Yenn面前：诱人的双唇、丰满的乳房、紧实的腹部，以及通往紧致小穴的可爱白色绒毛三角区。你腼腆地笑了笑，然后跪在他的脚边；看到他在你展示过后肉棒已经开始变硬，胃里便泛起一阵温暖而骄傲的酥麻。他确实喜欢。

你才刚开始吮吸他的顶端，他就让你停了下来。

<i>“躺下，”</i>他咕哝道。兴奋在你体内奔涌——他终于要操你的阴道了吗？！

看起来并不是。你诱人地张开双腿，仰面躺下；他在你上方摆好位置跪下，膝盖重重落在你头部两侧的草地上。他那带着麝香气味的睾丸实在太大，悬在你嘴上方，像两颗美味多汁的……

你用双手轻轻抓住其中一颗，将它放进训练有素的嘴里；当你开始收拢双颊吸吮他的睾丸时，Yenn满意地哼了一声，仿佛你生来就该这么做。如果可以，你一定会幸福地微笑；你能感觉到充满活力的精液在他的睾丸中涌动，正等待着被粗暴地射进你的胃里。光是想到这一点，你的腹部就一阵悸动，愉快地咕噜作响，期待着被胀得满满的。

你彻底吸吮Yenn的睾丸几分钟，直到它们被你的唾液浸湿、充满精液而鼓胀；他转过身，开始将坚硬滴液的肉棒朝你的嘴唇压下。你尽可能张开双唇，形成最淫荡的“大O”形，他接受了你的邀请。他压在你身上，开始用脸磨蹭；膨大的龟头几乎立刻就挤进你的喉咙深处。你尽可能频繁地吞咽，帮助它继续深入，很快他就几乎深入到睾丸处。

巨大的肉棒塞满喉咙，本能地压制了你的呕吐反射，Yenn得以把你的咽喉当成小穴抽插。那感觉让你对着他的睾丸呻吟，感受着他肥硕的肉棒在你喉咙温暖湿润的内壁中弯曲、搏动。他这样彻底占有你，仅仅如此就足以让双腿微微发颤；每当他的睾丸拍到你的鼻子，你都会经历一次微小的高潮。你的阴蒂因渴望而跳动，但他不打算让你高潮，你心知肚明。你抓住他结实的大腿根，任他像完全不在乎伴侣的人一样毫无顾忌地挺胯，用你的脸取乐。

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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<i>“Turn over and spread your legs, slut,”</i> he snarls, lifting one of your legs with a cloven hoof.
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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.
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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.
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<i>“That hurt,”</i> you mumble, biting your lip and trying not to whimper.
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<i>“Good, you dumb slut,”</i> he grunts, cruelly slapping the other cheek too. <i>“Hold yourself still so I can get my cock inside.”</i>
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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.
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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.
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<i>“Uh! Uhhhgh, oh, fuck,”</i> you breathe, trying your best to accommodate his girth. <i>“Uhhh- AAH!”</i>
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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.
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<i>“Finally,”</i> he grunts, putting two giant hands around your hips. <i>“You little fucking cocksleeve.”</i>
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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.
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<i>“That’s more like it,”</i> he sneers, feeling you flex and tighten your pussy walls around his dick. <i>“Thought for a moment you were going to make me do all the work.”</i>
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<i>“N-no, I- Ah! Oh! Oh! I would never- Oohh! Yenn! Yennnn!”</i>
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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<i>“Stay still and I’ll make sure you get what you want, you fertile slut,”</i> he snarls, heavy balls slapping against your ass. <i>“A whole litter of runts for that little elf womb of yours.”</i>
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<i>“Yes,”</i> you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head. <i>“Please. Give me your children, I lo- ooooh! Oh! Oh, gods! Don’t stop!”</i>
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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