The Outlander & the Elf Maid Ch. 00

While Tyler was froze in place by shock, as he was oblivious to the subtle workings of the elf-maid, Luva responded in kind by divesting herself of her robe, and meeting the she-orc in the middle of the room.

The two wrapped each other in a passionate embrace, and they began to explore with their lips and hands. Licking and groping, nibbling & caressing, there was only little salacious whimpers that escaped their lips, as each got a little braver with mouth and hand. It did not take long for the elven lass to lock on to Sola's erect nipple, and hungrily suckle upon it. At this, a wanton moan came from the half-orc, as she threw her head back in carnal bliss.

The outlander ardently watched the two work each other --his cock, rock-hard and throbbing. The orcess noticed him just standing there, and playfully said to Luva, "I fear we are going to need a man-rod in all of this," then turning to Tyler, she continued, "Join us, you are most needed here."

That was all the encouragement he needed, and he deftly moved in behind the Sola. She felt his rigid prick press against her buttocks, as he kissed and licked at the nape of her neck. It had been a long time since she had experienced the passionate touch of another, and these pleasurable sensations, caused by her companions, started to dampen her anxious honey-pot.

Moments later, while Tyler's hands eagerly explored Sola, the elf-maid's delicate fingers found her aching clit, and gently, slowly, began to rub it in a circular motion. The feeling shot through the she-orc like a lightning strike, and she began to softly groan her prurient longing.

Oh, by the gods, it has ages, she thought to herself, as her moans got louder.

Luva felt the Sola's pussy-juice begin to start dripping from her own fingers, so she stopped diddling the half-orc's swollen little button, brought her sopping digits to her mouth, and savored the sweet nectar that coated them.

"Mmmm..." The elf-maid cooed as she suckled and licked at the salty-sweet liquid. She too was feeling a wanton and lustful desire well up within her, "You taste good, my friend. Would you like to taste me?" The answer to her query was met in mere seconds, as Sola gently pushed the little elf back to the bed, opened her supple legs, and put her attentions upon her bald elven twat.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, she watched the orcess paw gently at her ever-moistening cunt. Strong and elegant olive-colored fingers ran up and down her hairless slit before they separated the fleshy petals within. Its wetness glistened in the lamplight as she observed the broad ebon tongue of her companion come from between the small white tusk-like teeth that protruded from the her lower jaw.

At first contact, she shuddered in surprise at the power of the she-orc's oral appendage. But after Luva was set into a rhythm, the elf beckoned to Tyler, "Please outlander, I must have you in my mouth!"

As she lay back on the bed, he moved over her, on all fours, straddling her face. He lowered his burgeoning member into her mouth, and felt the warm wetness of it engulf him. He let out a long sigh as her hand grasped his rod, and she began to stroke and suck at him. It took everything he had not to start pumping furiously at her maw.

Tyler was certain that he would never know such carnal pleasures back home. He had only had a few partners in his life, and one he paid for on a trip to Reno. The others were a long-term girlfriend, and a mysterious, and extremely beautiful, woman that he met online in the course of his favorite game. They had set a rendezvous at a nearby motel, spent the evening --and most of the night- together, and he never heard from here again. But that was in the past, and right now was all that mattered to him.

As the outlander's cock was being lustily worked by the elf-maid, Sola could not believe the silken and sweet sensations that filled her being. Luva's sylvan snatch was so delectable and sapid, that she buried her tongue deep inside the little fuck-box as to coax more of the taste into her mouth. She felt the elf's lithe body begin to twitch and spasm at her insatiable lapping, and she knew it would not be long before the other would be overcome by orgasm. Know-ing this only fueled her to be even more enthusiastic in her lustful actions.

The she-orc increased the voracity in which she went after the her dripping pussy, as she felt the first wave of climax crash into her like a wave breaking over a rocky shore. It seized every muscle in her, only to mercifully release, and then mercilessly come back again, and again --still more intense than the last time. The little elf stopped sucking off Tyler to cry out her passion, and the sound of her dulcet calls reverberated loudly about the room. Even so, the orcess did not stop, and as one part of Luva wished that the other would take pity upon her, there was another, a more lascivious part, that did not.

And when the tides of ecstasy had subsided, she found herself in need of more salacious gratification. With his cock still in her hand, she spoke, "By my ancestors, Tyler, I need this inside me," and exclaimed her words with a few tugs on him.

It was more of a command than a request, and he immediately shifted position to laying supine --his tumescent prick pointing up, and awaiting her dripping gash.

In a flash, both Sola and Luva were looming above him, while the half-orc straddled his head; the elf lowered her sopping, little pussy down on to his throbbing rod. He felt the tip part her swollen lips, and it seemed an eternity before it actually penetrated into her slick and hungry hole. Although it was tight and unforgiv-ing, and gripped his cock harshly, it offered little resistance as it was sodden with her juices.

She slowly took its entire length into her as Sola's sweet snatch finally came into the reach of his tongue. Tyler immediately lunged at it, and the sudden shock of this caused the orcess to jump. But upon realizing it was just the outlander's lecherous enthusiasm, she settled her hungry pussy back down on his mouth. As her dripping twat came back down, he saw the level of her arousal. Her dark lips were thick with engorgement, and her clit was swollen to the size of a ripe blueberry --which he began to lash with craven desire.

As the she-orc's delectable juices filled his mouth, the elf-maid's taut, little fuck-tunnel massaged his burgeoning cock, and he could hear them kiss and suckle each other they rode him. With it buried deep inside her, she bucked her hips, and dragged her love button over his pubic bone. It sent bolts of salacious pleasure coursing through every nerve in her slight, little frame, and she began to feel, once again, those first waves of climax wash over her. The half-orc saw it building in the little elf, and this sent her past the same orgasmic edge.

Tyler felt the two cumming hard as they straddled atop him, and heard their wails of pleasure ring in his ears. Awash in lust, it was all he could do to hold himself back from cumming, as he want-ed his turn on Sola, and had to start thinking about dead puppies, and the like, to prevent this from happening. And it seemed that the orc-ess had the same thing in mind, because once libidinous cries had subsided, she wasted no time getting on all fours, and beckoning him to her with a lustful glance.

He quickly got to his knees, and moved in behind the half-orc as Luva slid in underneath her. Just as the tip of his rock-hard tool began to part her swollen lips, she said, "No, outlander, not that hole."

The elf maid watched, from underneath, as he place the head of his prick firmly against the she-orc's forbidden opening. She saw it start to oblige his lecherous invasion, and slide in slowly --inch by inch. Overcome with lust, by the sight of this, she went after the other's pussy with renewed vigor.

Tyler had never done this before, so he pushed inside Sola's asshole gently as she cooed her encouragement, "Yes, that's it," she purred, "go deeper."

Gasping at the mixture of pleasure and pain, she felt him pressing still farther past her sphincter until it was fully buried. Then came the ginger thrusts as he worked his manhood inside her taut anal cavity, and she, once again, encouraged the outlander, "Oooh... Yessss... A little faster, now."

He did as he was told, and picked up the pace --as did Luva. Soon, the tender thrusts had graduated to an almost violent pounding as the little elf ravaged the soaking twat of the orcess.

Sola could take no more, and was flung, once more, beyond the apex of blissful carnality. She wailed loudly as the merciless and ecstatic climax overtook her. And at hearing her impassioned cries, Tyler could hold back no longer as he joined the cacophony. The orcess could feel the hot jets of his cum spraying inside her.

When the salacious calls had abated, he pulled his swollen tool from the unforgiving grip of her abused asshole, and the last of seed spilled on to Luva's face. Sated, the three collapsed on the bed --their bodies intertwined. For a few moments, they playfully giggled and gave each other know looks before exhaustion took its toll, and they fell into a deep slumber.

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It was well past midnight, and she was still awake.

Things had not gone according to plan, and this vexed her. She would sit on her throne for a few minutes --only to find that she was, once again, pacing the floor, and turning it over in her mind, again and again, trying to figure out exactly when it all went wrong.

Tyler should be with me, she thought, he is my plaything, and he should be here for my amusement!

She knew he was in her realm; they were bound by her magic, and she felt his presence. His exact location, however, was un-known to her. This frustrated the dark queen beyond belief. After all, she was Axania --Empress and Sorceress-Supreme of these lands. Daily, powerful warlords and wealthy noblemen groveled before her -vying for her favor, and somehow this insignificant worm eluded her?

She had her spy network on alert, and three of her personal bounty hunters looking for him. All the Empress could figure was that he had found some way to blend in with the local color. Some-one must have taken him in, and she swore to herself that they too would be dealt with for their impudence!

Disappointment welled within the sorceress. She had finally found a strong one --as most of those who played on her computer game were weak and sickly. The previous one had lasted only a scant two-weeks. She was just beginning to have fun with him when he suddenly expired.

She had seduced Tyler, posing as another gamer, and found him to have a most stalwart constitution and a voracious appetite for lust. She knew he would last long enough for her to be satisfied --perhaps even longer.

He was fairly easy to lure. It only took a little flirting, in one of the game's chat-rooms, and she had set up an encounter with him at a motel near his home. Axania recalled the look on his face when he first saw her. Obviously, he did not expect to find someone so stunningly beautiful. She was statuesque with raven-black hair that hung to her waist, an unblemished complexion like fresh cream, and a shape that would make most lingerie models green with envy. Al-though her facial features were extraordinarily attractive, she held a wicked and forbidding countenance. She was the quintessence of dark beauty.

The Empress had just returned to her throne, still pondering what to about Tyler, when the captain of her personal guard entered.

Her captain, Grohl, was a hulking orc --strong, powerful, and deadly with most any weapon. He was highly intelligent for his kind, as well as sadistic and cruel. Able to devise the most creative tortures, he was one of Axania's most valued assets.

When he had reached the proper distance from the dais, he knelt before her, and reported in his deep timber, "You have summoned me, Majesty? What is your bidding?"

She paused, pensively, before issuing her command, "We have been giving this matter, with the outlander, some serious consideration, and it has occurred to us that the wrong approach has been taken in our efforts to locate him. One must know one's quarry, before the hunt begins," he gave the Empress a puzzled look, but undaunted, she continued, "Tyler fancies himself the heroic type. If We know him --and know him, We do- he will be off trying to do good deeds.

"Start your search anew, Captain. Seek out bounties being offered, and the adventurers that take them on. This seems to fit his personality. And furthermore, he is obviously in the company of others --he would not have survived this long if it were not the case, so tell your spies to keep an eye out for him with one or more companions.

"You are dismissed, Captain," she concluded with a wave of her hand.

"Thank you Majesty," he replied as he rose to his feet. After backing a respectful distance from the dais, he turn on his heel to carry out the orders of his Empress.