The Botanist

As they ate their breakfasts and spoke about the shifts they were about to begin or had just finished, Nixie sucked each and every one of the miners to completion. Men left and were replaced, but the identities behind the penises were irrelevant to her voracious mouth. Whatever variety of phallus was presented to her, Nixie sucked it until it came. The elvish girl sank into a kind of horny fugue, embracing her role as a commodity, an object of pleasure made to serve. The few thoughts that entered her lust-fogged mind were not of botany or her work, but rather of fleshy, carnal yearning and the slaking of it.

Amidst the clinking of utensils and the low hum of conversation, the men came, were served by her mouth, and left. Each one was replaced by a new body, a new lap, a new penis, and Nixie's lips and tongue and bottomless appetite for dick welcomed them all to the table. She was nothing more than a sucking mouth for these men, and she was unwavering and insatiable in her purpose.

The fetching elf crawled through puddles of spilled spunk that pooled beneath the table, using all of her prurient arts to extract everything she could from the men. Some were content to lean back and let her work to please them. Others were rough with her, gripping her head to hold her still and thrusting until she spluttered and choked. Nixie's throat became a conduit for their pleasure, a testament to her willingness to indulge even the most fervent of desires.

The sensation of being used, of being taken to the edge of her limits, only fueled the fire that coursed through her veins. One of the most violent orgasms which ripped through her body that morning came as a man unloaded deep into her throat, the force of his expulsion sending twin trails of snotty spunk blowing out of her nostrils. She rejoiced in the burn in her sinuses.

No matter what they wanted, Nixie was willing to provide it.

Sometimes the men discussed her as she fellated them, praising her skill or making observations and comments that were as humiliating as they were arousing. As much as Nixie enjoyed that, however, the elf's favorite thing was when they simply used her, treating her like a toy while the conversation diverged onto completely unrelated topics. It was like she was an animal, fit only to satisfy their urges and nothing more. The subtle separation between their discussions and her depraved actions fueled a lust within her that was too deep to explain, a sort of primal response that resonated with the very core of her desire.

In these moments, slobbering all over a man's balls while he discussed the weather or the prospects for the next vein of gold in the mountain, Nixie's identity became distilled into a singular purpose--she existed solely to fulfill the appetites of others. Goddess, but she loved that clarity of design.

It was dark and almost surreal beneath the table, but Nixie had fucked and sucked each of the score of miners working in Hag's End Mining Camp several times before. She usually recognized the men by their genitals and responded appropriately.

For the man who relished having his balls nuzzled, Nixie pressed her nose into his nutsack, and rubbed her face into his groin, smearing the filth around until her lashes and eyebrows were caked with spit-slime and spunk. For the fellow who liked to have the underside of his flesh staff bathed in spit, she dragged her tongue up and down his cock until the wet heat of her mouth made him spill with an ecstatic cry. And for the miner who enjoyed a more intimate sort of exploration, Nixie delved her tongue into his most private of places, sliding the flexible, wiggling length of her mouth muscle deep into his ass as she stroked him off.

There was simply nothing she wouldn't do for them, and they lauded her for it and decorated her with their loads.

When at last, the final man spurted onto Nixie's heaving breasts with a cry, the elf girl emerged from beneath the table. The sun was high in the sky overhead and streaming brightly through the kitchen windows, and she blinked against its glare. Semen sloshed in her belly, her knees were sore, and she had a crick in her back that she worked out with a swivel of her hips.

Nixie's once-pristine features were in complete disarray, her high cheekbones and aristocratic nose covered in a mosaic of seed and spit. Despite the spackling of filth, her elven allure seemed enhanced by her disheveled appearance, rather than diminished by it. Contentment radiated from the woman, and as she looked down at the puddles spreading across the floor and inhaled a deep breath of the lingering scent of arousal, pride flashed in the emerald depths of her eyes.

"How was breakfast?" Darvic asked with an amused grin, stirring a pot of simmering stew.

"So yummy," Nixie gushed.

With the men of the mining camp satisfied, for now, she could finally start on her botany project. She'd left the book back in the sleeping lodge, hadn't she? She was a bit of a mess at the moment, so maybe it would be best to head over to the Whispersluice River and wash some of the stink off. After that, she could--

A frazzled half-orc fellow in a miner's helmet ducked his head into the kitchen. He looked visibly relieved when he spotted the elven woman.

"Hey Nixie, glad I caught you. Can you help with a few of the pack centaurs? They're complaining about being overworked, and I think they need a touch of that trademark Nixie persuasiveness to get them going."

Nixie pulled her long hair back into a ponytail. Her asymmetrical half-braid had mostly come loose, but the buffet of semen had been worth it.

"Sure," she shrugged, "I'm game." It wasn't like the river was going anywhere.

The half-orc beamed at her. "That's great. There's a few extra silvers for you in it, if you can finish 'em off quickly."

Oh, right. She was getting paid for this, wasn't she? That was important! Her botany could wait. A girl had to earn a living, and Bromelion, along with the money she'd earn from the potion mistress for completing her project, was a long way away. After all, one couldn't survive on semen alone.

Nixie smiled, an eager, cum-spackled grin of excitement. She loved centaurs. Their heavy, swinging balls would be her ruin.

"Let's get started!"