Potions and Herbs Ch. 01

She watched the elven leader move to a basin of water to clean his cock. Then shrugged. If they were willing to entertain her, she certainly wouldn't turn them down.

Climbing onto the table on her knees, she leaned down to caress the firm orbs between Ríamun's thighs with her mouth. Then ran her tongue over his cock from base to tip, slowly, playfully, before lining up her hips.

She gripped his shaft, gave a few, firm squeezes, traced the tip of it through her moist folds. Then sank down onto it quickly, let out a long moan as she felt her tender muscles stretch. The area around her entrance, where his knot had opened her, was particularly sensitive. But she ignored it, began to rock her hips, sliding the thick, ridge-covered shaft through her aching walls.

It felt even more amazing the second time she was filled—her nerves even more responsive to the exotic features of his cock. The soreness only enhanced the sensations as she moved up and down, rotated her groin, changed the angle of penetration.

Looking down, she watched the amazing play of muscles under Ríamun's black skin. Ran her palms over the hard plains of his body, then his chest. He moaned when her fingers found his pierced nipples, rolled them around.

Then strong fingers twisted into her hair, turned her head. The tip of Lord Athíahn's cock pressed against her lips, burst through. It slid deep into her mouth, nudged at her throat. Before she had a chance to move over him, as she was eager to do, his flanks began to thrust.

He held her still, her head in place, with a firm grip. And used her mouth to pleasure himself with long, hard strokes. She fought the urge to gag as he went deeper and deeper, determined to see him well sated. Her tongue curled and fluttered around the thick, bumpy shaft.

A moment later, Ríamun's hands dug into her hips, and he began to pound into her tender walls from below.

Humming with pleasure, she marveled at the incredible feel of two exotic cocks sliding in and out of her body. The fact that they were both using her without much concern about her pleasure only fueled her arousal.

Both knots grew steadily larger, bumping against her lips, stretching her walls. Both tubes began to flutter, against her tongue, her throat, her womb. She swallowed hot pre-seed, felt it drip out of her folds. Her mind was lost in a haze of pleasure at the eroticism of the scene.

When Lord Athíahn withdrew from her mouth, she let out a long moan. Threw him a heated gaze when he stepped up behind her, and Ríamun's hips stilled. She knew what was coming, knew it would hurt. Yet she darn near crested another peak just at the thought.

Lord Athíahn's hand shoved her down, Ríamun's arms encircled her shoulders tightly, held her in place. A moment later, she felt the narrow tip of the elven leader's cock slide into her rosebud. The head followed instantly, and she yelped as the wide flare behind it broke through her extremely raw and sore rings. Her struggles when the thick, ridge-covered shaft slid roughly through her protesting muscles were useless. He would not be denied.

Heat flashed in her loins at their dominant nature, fueled her arousal to the point where she thought she'd be consumed by it.

There was no pause this time, no letting her adjust to the mind-blowing fullness, the brutal stretch of her abused rings. Once fully hilted, the two elves immediately thrust into her aching holes with almost punishing strokes.

Gasping, squealing, she tried to scoot forward, but Lord Athíahn's firm grip on her shoulders kept her pulled down onto their cocks. Countless ridges scraped over her inner pleasure spot, wedged tightly between them, from the top and below. Sparks of pleasure shot from her throbbing clit as a shaft rubbed over it with firm, unrelenting pressure.

The walls of her pussy, the tight, aching rings of her ass contracted in spasms around the steadily growing knots. It was too much to bear, yet she dug her nails into Ríamun's shoulder, Lord Athíahn's thigh, urging the elven warriors to take her even harder.

Her moans came loud as screams as she bucked, howled, squealed, rounded her back to escape one cock, then arched it to ease the pressure of the other. It was no use, she was firmly caught between two strong, muscular bodies hell-bent on finding their release.

And bringing about her own.

And still, the muscles at the bases of their cocks swelled harder. She was full, so full. No matter how she twisted, there was no escaping the ruthless, relentless stimulation of her most sensitive spots: The dull, throbbing ache of her nether rings, worked hard as the thick shaft slid through them. The countless ridges rubbing the thin line of her wall caught between the two cocks. Her inner pleasure spot, squeezed firmly as two rapidly thickening shafts glided over them, until she thought she'd expire from the marvelous sensations. The ever-increasing pressure on her clit.

Her whole body trembled, then shook. Her heels snapped up, dug into Lord Athíahn's back. For a moment, all she could hear was the pounding rush of her pulse in her ears as she hung, suspended, at the edge of release.

Then Ríamun slammed into her pussy from below, sheathed himself to the hilt. The little tube thrummed a frantic beat against her womb, and his knot exploded to full size. A keening wail burst from her lips as Lord Athíahn forced his cock through the now extreme tightness of her ass with a few, brutal thrusts.

She saw stars sparkling in front of her eyes as her release crashed into her. More forceful than any she'd ever felt before. Writhing, howling, she bucked uncontrollably between the two elves with spasm of pure ecstasy.

A moment later, Lord Athíahn thrust his cock deep, and a second knot burst into immense proportions atop the first. Breathlessly, she convulsed over and over as she peaked again and again. Her inner walls clenched, tightened, contracted around the shafts jerking wildly inside her straining holes. Torrents of hot seed flooded her tunnels, ran down her upper thighs.

She thought she'd pass out from the mind-blowing sensations, the overwhelming stretch and fullness if they didn't finish soon. Aided by the tremendous tightness, her trembling inner muscles milking their shafts, the elven warriors' releases lasted much longer than before. She could feel the two cocks bucking against each other deep inside of her, the knots throbbing, pulsing as they competed for space. The powerful muscles of the elves' bodies contracted underneath her and atop. Their deep moans drowned out her quiet mewls as she collapsed limply between them.

Finally, she felt the first knot deflate. Sent a silent thank you to the gods, for she had more than she could handle by now. A moment later, the screaming rings of her ass were allowed to go down when Lord Athíahn's knot deflated, and he pulled out.

Elayne blew out a breath of relief. Amazing as this experience had been, her body was finished. She could only pray the elven warriors were done with her. She didn't think her ravaged holes could take any more tonight. And if she crested one more time, she was afraid she'd never recover.

Gently, she eased her tender pussy off Ríamun's cock. Then rolled onto her back on the table, utterly exhausted and spent.

"On with you, girl." Lord Athíahn chuckled. "I've a prisoner to remind of his place." Then he turned to his second in command. "Ríamun, go get started. We'll see if his ass is as tight as this one's."

When the elf walked off toward the cells, stark naked, and already hardening once more, Elayne groaned, slid down from the table. How many times could these warriors perform? she wondered as she retrieved her skirt. And counted herself lucky they'd chosen to focus their attention on someone else.

On legs still rather wobbly, she walked to the door Lord Athíahn had unlocked and held open for her.

His grin was lightning quick and full of mischief when he winked at her. "We might just find use for your services, after all," he told her as she stepped outside. The tingle of excitement that rushed through her at his words was one of wicked delight.

Her backside smarted horribly as she walked down the corridor. She'd have a hard time hiding that from her mother, much less trying to explain why she couldn't sit. Yet a smile formed on her lips as her rosebud pulsed achingly with every step she took.

She couldn't wait to visit the stronghold again.