Towards the outskirts of the forest, on the mountainside leading to the Stonetalon Mountains, two most gracious felines, one white and one purpleish, were prowling along a small path towards the summit. The path was very narrow and seemingly carved into the mountain side. On various projections and holes in the wall of the mountain, screeching crows were nesting – protesting the intrusion to the unheeding night. Despite the cacophony, the two had no issues traversing the harsh conditions, skillfully and vigilantly avoiding any falling rocks and seemingly effortlessly jumping over large ominous crevices.
As they approached the top, they noticed playful rays of orange light dancing along the mountainside, signaling that a campfire was near. The purple cat grinned as she could hear muffled voices in the distance, and mumbled to the other: “We’re here… party time!” Her white companion fidgeted awkwardly, her whiskers shivering slightly, and anxiously asked: “Are you sure about this? We probably shouldn’t…” The purple one shook her head irritatingly and sighed: “Oh, stop being such a party pooper, Tanisha! I thought you wanted to spend more time with me.” Tanisha looked up at her with big, pleading eyes and mumbled: “Yes, I do but…” She did not have time to finish her sentence before her sister, Quiera, interrupted her by saying “Very well then! Besides, I have heard that there’s probably a cute orc girl for you to toy with.” She smiled at her sister who still didn’t seem convinced. Eventually, after a few more verbal exchanges and a light nibble at her ear, Tanisha seemed to have come to terms with her sister’s grand scheme.
Soon after, as they got closer to the lively campfire, they snuck into a nearby bush to avoid detection by the owners of the muffled voices. Next to the fireplace, they could see two green forest trolls sitting in front of a small cave, one male and one female. Both were likely shamans judging by their seemingly shamanistic clothing as well as the many totems and other shamanistic items that were scattered across the ground haphazardly. The male was slowly puffing on a pipe, occasionally exhaling smoke clouds of various shapes into the warm night air. The female seemed uneasy and bored, a minor twitch running through her body every once in a while, as her eyes darted between him and the fire.
“Well, guess you will have to settle with a troll.” Quiera uttered indifferently. Tanisha said nothing, but her head was hanging quite dejectedly. “Hey, hey,” Quiera poked her feline nose into her sister’s comforting, “it’s not so bad. She’s cute too, isn’t she?” Tanisha looked up with a miserable expression and murmured: “I guess…” Quiera smiled as well as her current shape would allow her and responded: “See, it won’t be so bad after all.”
After a while, the female troll asked the male something in a crude language, most likely Zandali, while raising herself into a somewhat suggestive pose. The male troll shook his head dismissively, his bright white mane creating a piercing contrast to the darkness, and responded in the same unintelligible tongue. The female troll seemed adamant as she moved closer to him, making muffled purring noises, her black, braided hair almost blending into the darkness behind her. As she reached him, she sat down on her knees next to him and ripped off her tribal-looking top, causing her tightly-constrained, full breasts to fall into a more natural position. The male looked up at her and sighed, clearly more interested in his pipe. Giggling coyly, she began grinding her body against his, caressing his chest with her tits, playfully running her hands all over his athletic body and groping at his crotch. He growled at her, pushing her off of him and onto the grassy ground. Putting the pipe away, he got up and looked down at the troll girl who had rolled up in a melancholic little ball, sobbing softly under her breath. He sighed again and said something that seemed somewhat tender before heading into the cave. The girl stayed on the ground for a while longer before she got up, still sobbing slightly, and followed him. The sisters stayed in the bush for quite some time just to be safe, occasionally mumbling something to each other. Eventually, they could hear mild snoozing coming from within the cave as well as what they thought was the female troll’s muffled moaning, but that too turned into silence soon after. They waited a bit longer before Quiera decided that it was time to strike.
They got up and, ignoring the girl who seemed far too gone, moved over to the rather muscular male who was lying straight on his back, his legs slightly spread and revealing a rather notable bulge under his loincloth. Quiera had to bite her lip to suppress the tantalizing thought of just how big it would be when not flaccid. Reigning in her soaring desires, she climbed on top of the troll’s chest, letting her fingers run along his brawny chest, and drew a small shiv that she had strapped to her thigh. Tanisha looked at her anxiously and whispered: “He looks pretty buff… are you sure this is such a good idea?” Quiera nodded impatiently and responded: “Just tie him up, he won’t stand a chance.” She made a waving motion with the shiv which had a gleaming green liquid along the blade. Tanisha, obedient to the very last when it came to her sister, did as she was told. Kneeling down, she placed both of her hands on the ground, burrowing her fine nails slightly into the dirt. She fixated her gaze on the troll, her eyes glowing radiantly, and before long, several thick vines came slowly creeping into the cave like big, green snakes. They moved towards him, moving so closely to Tanisha that they briefly brushed against her naked skin. When they reached him, they gently, but tightly, wrapped themselves around his four limbs, almost completely restricting their movement.
When Quiera was satisfied with the constraints, she carefully moved backwards and leaned forwards, the tip of her nipples brushing against the troll’s chest. With an almost malevolent grin, she sliced the skin under the troll’s right collarbone, the green liquid seeping into the open wound and coalescing with the warm red blood beneath. With a violent convulsion and a barely repressed growl, the troll burst into conscience, only to be pushed back onto the ground by Tanisha’s vines. Confused and most certainly startled, his eyes darted alarmingly around before finally settling on the grinning elf above him. She had been looking at his squirming with amusement and when he finally came to rest she couldn’t help but mock him: “Good morning, big guy. Hope I didn’t… startle you.” He collected himself and eyed her voluptuous form as he opened his mouth and stuttered something unintelligible. Annoyed, Quiera gave his cheek a light slap and commanded: “Speak properly!”.
“Disgusting elf.” he spat contemptuously at her, his eyes filled with equal revulsion as interest as he didn’t quite seem capable of tearing his gaze off of her well-shaped chest. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk.” Quiera hushed him, coyly, as she caressed his hard chest. She was evidently enticed as made apparent by the very small trail of liquid she left behind her as she ground her pussy against his abs. “Get off me, filth!” he growled as he tried to struggle free from the vines keeping him prisoner – his raw strength causing Tanisha to shiver from strain trying to keep him down. He suddenly stopped and a malicious grin raced across his lips. Slightly behind him, a small mound of dirt was forming out of the ground. It kept rising, growing, twisting, spinning: taking shape. Quiera looked at the Earth Elemental forming, clearly unimpressed – Tanisha twitching anxiously behind her. “Cute,” she remarked, “but you seem to have missed one small little detail.” she continued. “And what would that be, whore?” he scoffed dismissingly.
“This.” Quiera answered, nonchalantly, and showed him the knife whose blade had a red-and-green liquid by now. She giggled and said: “this little liquid that I coated the blade with, and which is now coursing through your veins, prevents the infected user from calling upon any natural elements for up to several days.” Right as she finished her sentence, almost as if it was waiting for her punchline, the Earth Elemental stopped growing. A small tremor ran through its rocky body before it collapsed onto the ground, the dirt below quickly reclaiming what rightfully belonged to it. The troll gasped as his guardian was disintegrated and a wave of exhaustion ran through his body. “Why the long face?” Quiera asked playfully. “You couldn’t have thought that we wouldn’t have come prepared. I have been waiting a long time for this…” a manic grin creeped over her lips as she embraced her absolute victory. During this entire time, she had been actively grinding herself against him, squeezing and relaxing her rich thighs, and by this point his torso was quite sloppy from her eager fluids. “Tonight, you’re mine,” she continued while gently scraping the blade of her knife against his skin, “and you will do exactly as I say.”
Something stirred behind them and all three of them instantly turned around to investigate. They realized that the female troll was awake and was looking at them with big eyes. She had been awoken by the male’s earlier roar, but decided to remain still as not to attract attention. She had, however, spun around and had been watching the transgressions with most sincere interest – her earlier hand placement had once more proven convenient.
“Sha’wathi!” the male boomed in Zandali. She carefully got up, her eyes fixated on the ever-growing, yet reluctant, bulge at his crotch. “Dey be doin’ what I think dey be doin’?” she asked him, ignoring his earlier question. “Ya, but KILL dem already!” She looked at him with somewhat miserable eyes. “Ya dun wanna fuck me but ya be all ova’ dem elven sluts?” He sighed deeply and responded: “I ain’t be ova’ anyon’! Told ya, not in da mood!” She nodded at his growing erection and exclaimed, “Ya be lookin’ like ya in da mood!” She would hear no more of his excuses, and instead approached the sisters, her arms slightly raised to show that she meant no harm. When she got close enough that Quiera was ready to pounce her, she stopped and said, in Orcish which she assumed they would understand: “I see ya’ll ‘bout to be givin’ ma friend Zed’thar a good time, may I be joinin’ ya?”
The sisters both looked at her with confusion and Zed’thar bashed his own skull into the ground below him – clearly incapable of comprehending what was going on. “Sure! Why not?” Quiera exclaimed happily, “I am sure you and my sister will get along just fine.” She turned around and winked at Tanisha who had finally managed to secure the vines properly and was walking up to the captured troll. She blushed and sat down next to her sister, shyly hiding her incredibly well-endowed bosom. Jubilant and tremendously excited, Sha’wathi ripped off what little clothing she had, revealing her own impressive chest – which naturally couldn’t compete with Tanisha’s but it was quite impressive none the less, and sat down on her knees next to Zed’thar.
Quiera intended to waste no time and, using her powerful thighs, moved forwards, placing her, by now, quivering vulva over his face. Small drops of her juices slowly dripped down onto his delicate facial skin. “Now, Tanisha,” she cooed while fondling the troll’s chest, “why don’t you see to that cock of his?” Zed’thar, despite having a rather pleasant view above him, twitched and cried in vehement protest: “Get ya wretched hands off of me ya filthy elven whores!”
“Awh, Zeddy,” Sha’wathi mourned, “ya never be callin’ me dat and ya kno’ I be likin’ da dirty talk.” He looked at her with hopelessness in his eyes as Tanisha fidgeted again, hiding most of her face behind her dense, colourful hair. “But I…” she stuttered awkwardly, but was interrupted by Sha’wathi who tore off Zed’thar’s loincloth and smiled at the blushing sister. “There ya go!” she blurted happily, clearly satisfied with herself. Free of the restricting piece of textile, the troll’s green, half-erect member popped out, embracing its newfound freedom. Regardless of his quite apparent hatred of elves, his cock clearly disagreed with him as it had risen in approval of Quiera’s advances – her fine breasts and her adorable little slit rubbing against him. Despite not being fully erect, its immense size and the prominent veins riddling it caused Tanisha’s jaw to drop briefly as she stared at her monumental adversary which she, incidentally, thought looked very dull and uninteresting. If she were to look at anything green she’d rather admire the female troll’s very succulent breasts which were wiggling ever so slightly tantalizingly close to her. But, she admitted to herself with a sigh, this is what her sister wanted – and she’d do anything for her, always.
Somewhat reluctantly, she wrapped her fingers around it. It was warm, slightly soft and jiggly, and pulsated gently against her skin. She looked at her sister who was nodding encouragingly at her, and then at Sha’wathi who was grinning wickedly and had gripped an imaginary shaft and was moving her hand up and down, as if to tell her what to do next. She took a deep breath, gulped, and went ahead with her task. Moving her hand back and forth along his length, she could feel how it slowly grew in her hand, becoming more rigid. She kept going, slowly but surely, all to please Quiera. Zed’thar groaned slightly as his member throbbed lightly as it approached its full size – its enormity reaching upwards towards the ceiling of the cave. Suddenly, he shook his body with such power that Tanisha threw herself backwards with a terrified yelp.
Quiera looked down on the disobedient troll below her and sighed, she then nodded for Tanisha to keep doing what she was doing. Upon seeing a startled Tanisha slowly moving back, she turned around, facing her back towards her sister and the female troll, and squeezed her thighs together around his head. He struggled a bit, but eventually realized that he was no match for her powerful thighs. Once he surrendered, she began lowering her body towards him. “Wha… what ya be doin…” he stuttered desperately, but Quiera brashly interrupted him, her feline fangs bared. “Now, this is how this is going to work. You will lick my pussy like your very life depends on it. And…” she paused for effect, “if I don’t feel the entirety of that tongue of yours dancing all over my lips and clit I will personally slit your throat.” She panted the last part as the tip of her labia brushed over his lips. “Understood?” His answer, if he had one, would have gone unheeded as the elf pushed her wet slit to his lips, giggling delightfully as her pussylips met his. She began grinding herself slowly against him, waiting for him to do his part. “By the way, if I feel as much as a single tooth I will bash those choppers straight off your jaw, you racist ass.” Tanisha was clearly taken aback by her sister’s abrupt bluntness and opened her mouth a few times as if to object, but said nothing and instead got back to work on the troll’s still erect cock. Soon enough, Quiera could feel the troll’s delightfully hot, moist tongue glide over her wanting pussy with determined, yet somewhat sloppy, movements. She moaned blissfully and leaned her body forwards, over him, exposing her tight little ass for the two to admire.
After a while, Sha’wathi looked up at Tanisha and asked, coyly: “It be lookin’ pretty good, ya?” Tanisha looked up at her questioningly. “What does?” she asked, somewhat confused. The female troll giggled, her bright hair gleaming in the light. “His big cock, tastes good too!” She leaned in towards it and gave its tip a quick lick, sending a minor tremble through its entire length. “I… I don’t know,” Tanisha answered awkwardly, “I don’t really…” she stopped and looked away briefly. “Ya dun be likin’ cock?” Sha’wathi asked curiously, her eyes big filled with wonder, “or maybe just dis cock? Cause’ dis cock be delicious!” She leaned in again, but further down this time, placing her tongue by the base of Zed’thar’s shaft. Slowly, she let her tongue sloppily run up its entire length, coming to a halt at its tip where she playfully toyed with the extra sensitive skin on the head. If his face wouldn’t have been full of pussy, he might have moaned as her soft, wet tongue slipped over his tender member. Tanisha couldn’t help but find the troll’s initiative enticing. “Well, maybe… I could try…” she stuttered.
“You should definitely join her,” Quiera encouraged in between her moans as she was still riding the troll’s face, his tongue tirelessly pleasing her insatiable pussy. Sha’wathi placed a hand on Tanisha’s cheek and bent towards her, touching her lips with hers and prodding searchingly inside of her mouth with her tongue. Tanisha didn’t protest, instead she froze – a very muffled moan of approval escaping her lips. Sha’wathi pulled back and grinned. “Tastes good, ya?” Tanisha cheeks were burning crimson from the very sexually attractive troll’s surprisingly tender kiss. She let her pull her head towards Zed’thar’s pulsating cock and gave it a quick lick. It was wet, warm, and somewhat rigid. However, when she tasted her tongue, she noticed that it didn’t really taste of much at all, and certainly not bad. Sha’wathi leaned in on the other side and placed her lips on the other side of his shaft. She began running her head up and down its length, all the way to its base and back up to the tip, constantly teasing it with her tongue. Tanisha didn’t have to observe her excitement for long before she decided to try doing the same thing. Soon enough, they were both running their wet lips along his cock, one side each. It was messy, sloppy, and quite loud, but their efforts were clearly successful as they felt his cock throbbing beneath their tongues. Occasionally, they would pause and kiss again, Sha’wathi because she thought it was fun and she was incredibly horny, Tanisha because the female tasted so… sweet.
After what felt like an eternity, Quiera rose slightly and let her dripping pussy rest over Zed’thar’s shivering lips. He was breathing in long, drawn-out pants, and an almost imperceptible whine escaped his wet lips. She looked down on him and tilted her head, snickering: “Oh? Do you want more?” She lowered herself again and ran her drenched labia over his lips a few more times, teasing them mercilessly, applying plenty of their mixed fluids to the entire mouth area. The second their lips touched, his tongue, seemingly out of its own will, instantly began caressing her tender vulva. She rose again and said confidently, with a giggle, “Such a mighty shaman as yourself liking being toyed around by a ‘lowly’ elf. Shame on you.” She pushed herself against himself one last time before she giggled again and moved off of him, a few persistent strings of her juices pulling along and eventually snapping off, falling onto the troll’s cheek.
She crawled over to the other two and quickly lifted a leg over his stomach, placing herself in a riding position facing his length, which was still being attended to by her two companions. “Scoot over,“ she commanded, “his cock looks ready and willing now.” Tanisha pulled back obediently and moved slightly backwards, away from the action. Sha’wathi on the other hand, though, getting his shaft all to herself couldn’t help but wrap her lips around its tip and push her head down harshly, pushing his entire member far down her throat – its immense girth producing a prominent bulge on her throat. With Zed’thar groaning notably in the background, she fondled it with her tongue as she filled her own throat to the brim before pulling back up, giving the head a bit of an extra swivel. “Ya do ya thing,” she announced with a satisfied smile as her lips reluctantly departed his cock.
Giving her a brief smile, Quiera moved forwards until the head of his cock touched her quivering pussy. She turned her head around towards Zed’thar and said mockingly: “Oh, would you look at that?” she giggled, “all nice and hard for me.” The male troll looked away with disgust, but said nothing. Stabilizing herself on his chest, she began raising and lowering her body, grinding her drenched vulva against the head of his member, but as time went on along the entire length of his by now throbbing shaft. Sha’wathi, quite possibly the horniest troll in a few miles radius, watched the elf’s gracious movements with gleaming eyes. Carefully, she began fondling her, running both of her hands all over her body – she even grabbed his cock once more and helped rubbing it against Quiera’s craving slit. The elf was moaning brashly, her jaw swinging open with each thrust, baring her feline teeth. After a while, Quiera leaned closer to Sha’wathi and placed her lips on the troll’s, their tongues intermingling freely. They kept exchanging saliva as Quiera kept teasing the male and Sha’wathi was evidently enjoying the trade as she was literally shaking with excitement.
Shortly after, Sha’wathi noticed what she was doing and let go of Quiera. She looked at her and tilted her head slightly, having noticed how Tanisha’s gaze had quite often ended up on her full breasts, and stayed there for extended periods of time. She let out a trollish giggle and pushed her tits together towards Tanisha and asked, with a coy grin, “ya be likin’ dese?” Tanisha blushed awkwardly and turned away, hiding her face behind her hand. “Maybe… a little…” she mumbled softly, her crimson cheeks still hidden. “Ah!” Sha’wathi exclaimed, “dat be why ya no be likin’ da cock!” she smiled radiantly at the sister who was on the brink of running off to hide somewhere out of sheer shame. “Dun worry,” she assured her, “I be likin’ yours too.” Leaving Quiera to keep teasing the hard troll cock beneath her alone, she got down on all fours and began slowly creeping towards Tanisha with a ravenous grin racing across her lips, emitting several horny purrs.
Upon reaching her, she pushed herself really close to the elf’s shivering body. Placing her hands gently on her ankles, she began to slowly grind her body upwards, against hers, her hard nipples tickling the elf’s delicate, pink skin. On their way upwards, her hands stopped by Tanisha’s pussy, giving it a quick, tantalizing rub. The elf flinched a little as Sha’wathi’s somewhat rough, in comparison, troll fingers slowly slid over her wet vulva. Yet, she did nothing to stop her and instead leaned her head slightly backwards, moaning in delight. As the troll’s breasts came in contact with Tanisha’s, she paused and grabbed her own, rubbing their nipples together. She smirked enticingly at the still-blushing elf who was trying her best to suppress the tremors raging through her. “Mmmh… tickles…” Tanisha moaned softly as Sha’wathi kept playing with their large breasts. Still smirking, Sha’wathi moved one of her hands back to Tanisha’s quivering vulva and began rubbing it again – slowly and gently. She took intense delight in the elf’s soft moans and giggled when she reached down and carefully tickled the troll’s impatient clit.
Suddenly, Sha’wathi leaned in and gave Tanisha another wet kiss and then, with an indulgent smile on her lips as the bustier sister blushed and turned her head away, slid down on the ground, placing her head under the unsuspecting elf. She grabbed her plump hips and gave them a brief, but gentle, massage. “Wha—“ Tanisha exclaimed in bewilderment as the troll pulled her already dripping pussy down onto her waiting lips. Her potential protest didn’t get far before it turned into a mixture of a horny moan and a gasp as Sha’wathi’s wet tongue swiveled about the entirety of the elf’s lovely little slit in slow, sloppy motions. Tanisha’s back arched in pleasure and she was breathing almost exclusively through long moans. She would let out cries of delight each time the troll’s tongue tickled her clit or nibbled at her sensitive labia – sometimes pulling them slightly, sending the elf into wild pleasure convulsions. Almost as if they had a will of their own, her slim elven hands sought their way to Sha’wathi’s green tits below her. She wrapped her fingers around them and began massaging them gently, much to the delight of Sha’wathi who reached upwards and cupped Tanisha’s enormous bosom and did the same.
While Sha’wathi was getting a quite… intricate taste of Tanisha’s adorable little pussy, Quira had achieved what she was after: a small stream of shameful precum drizzling out of Zed’thar’s almost painfully erect cock. He was whimpering miserably, clearly not amused at the elf’s success. “That was fun!” Quiera taunted as she turned around to face him. “Are you having as much fun as I am?” she asked him mockingly, without expecting an answer, as she moved down onto his thighs. He only grunted in return. She bent forward, placing her small tongue by the base of his trembling cock and ran it the entire length up to the tip, carefully collecting all of his shame in her mouth. She rinsed his seed for a moment, allowing her taste buds to fully embrace her achievement. “Mmh… tastes like victory.” She snickered, clearly determined to emasculate the temporarily helpless troll. She giggled pleasantly to herself as she lifted herself above his imposing member.
She straightened herself out, sitting almost upright above him, spreading her legs wide and placing her feet on either side of him for stability. She threw her head back, her glittering hair fluttering sensually. Bending slightly forwards and placing her hands on his still somewhat soaked chest, she slowly lowered herself onto him. She moaned energetically as his enormous cock pushed its way inside of her, almost spreading her pussy to its capacity. She began pushing herself up and down, her lower jaw hanging as she breathed heavily from the tingling pleasure radiating through her body. She started out slowly, but she quickly picked up the pace, thrusting with such ferocity that her rather moderate bosom bounced very enthusiastically. The troll was gasping and groaning as the horny elf rode him ruthlessly, her vagina squeezing tightly around his sensitive manhood – driving him closer and closer to bursting his entire load all inside of her little womb.
By the time that Sha’wathi had finished her appetizer, Tanisha’s slit all drenched and quivering from the experience, Quiera’s merciless ride had already forced another few globs of pearly precum out of Zed’thar’s reluctant shaft, and she had now turned herself around once more. With a delighted grin on her face, she was relentlessly pounding her squirming prisoner’s delicate member in a reversed position. Her slender body trembling and often emitting stuttered moans, it was evident that this particular elf was approaching her peak.
Sha’wathi and Tanisha returned to Quiera, both of them panting delightfully. Tanisha moved close to her sister and let her hand run from her hair to halfway down her back, tilting her head and smiling affectionately at her. Quiera probably didn’t even notice due to the pleasure ravaging through her, taking control of her body and mind. Seeing Quiera getting her sister’s attention caused Sha’wathi to fidget awkwardly. She wanted to show this exceptionally busty elf what she could do. With a determined smirk, she reached around Tanisha from behind, cupping her breasts once more, and whispered, suggestively, in her ear: “Ya sister be lookin’ busy. I be havin’ an idea…” As a distraction, she put her lips against Tanisha’s and kissed her tenderly several times, nibbling at her upper lip seductively, while slowly moving her away from her sister, towards Zed’thar’s torso. Tanisha was still blushing wildly from all the affectionate attention that she was getting from the frisky troll and, to be honest, by this point it was highly unlikely that she would make any form of protest against anything that her new green lover would suggest.
Without hesitation, Sha’wathi pushed her elven friend onto the writhing troll – who by this point had clearly given up all hope of providing any form of struggle. Leaning against his chest, Tanisha looked up at Sha’wathi with big eyes – clearly incapable of fully concealing her anticipation of what was to happen next. Excitedly, Sha’wathi gripped her elven legs in her hands and twisted her lower body slightly around, putting one leg along the ground while holding the other into the air. Tanisha squealing with excitement, the troll placed her legs on either side of the elf’s exposed vulva and started slowly moving closer to her – closer, and closer, until their wet pussies finally touched. They moaned in tandem, Tanisha doing her best to repress hers, as a shiver of pleasure ran through their bodies when their tender labia gently rubbed together, the sister’s cheeks burning as she briefly turned her face away. With a lustful smile on her lips, Sha’wathi began rubbing their pussies together. Slowly at first, but as the pace increased, so did her grin and the elf’s delighted moans. Their rigorous workout was messy, wet, and loud as their juices splashed between the flesh of their bodies and their moans pierced through the otherwise rather calm night.
Upon seeing the less shy sister collapse in a pool of her own excitement, Sha’wathi saw her opportunity to finally get that large cock all to herself… all deep inside herself. Oh, had she waited for that. All day had she, innocently of course, tried to convince Zed’thar to mount her like the proud lion that he was. Rubbing herself against him and accidentally bending over were only a few of the things that she had tried. None of them had proven successful though and all that she had worked for had given her nothing other than the ultimate defeat that she had suffered earlier that night. Normally, he would at least somewhat willingly satisfy her ravenous desires but not this night… rather strange indeed, she thought. Like a hungry sabretooth she gracefully, surprisingly so for the sisters, pounced the troll’s still fully erect shaft. Placing her head right next to it, she eyed it hungrily with a wicked smile on her lips. Seeing it shivering in front of her, Quiera’s juices still running down the length of it, she couldn’t help but remark: “See, Zeddy? I told ya, ya be in da mood for some fun!” The male sighed miserably but said nothing, only leaning his head backwards in concession. She leaned in close, letting her tongue run from the base to the tip of his member and then all around, cleaning up all the remnants of the previous user. It twitched mildly under her tongue, his erection seemingly being infinite. Satisfied with her result, she got up and placed herself over his cock with her back leaning towards Zed’thar’s head – no use watching him staring hopelessly at her.
Giving no pause, she mercilessly pushed herself down onto his hard, throbbing cock, her tight, wanting ass stretching immensely to fit his generous endowment. She heard him groaning behind her as she forced him into such a narrow opening but she couldn’t even pretend to care about that, this was her time to get what she wanted. Just like the elf had done, she began heaving herself up and down, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust into her by now wet hole. She thrusted herself hard and fast onto his thick shaft, moaning blissfully as it filled her to her very brim. She thought that it seemed harder than ever before as when it forced its way into her she could feel how her ass expanded to extends previously unknown. Tanisha soon followed and spent a few moments watching the energetically bouncing troll. She then smiled, a cute, blushing smile, as she leaned herself over Sha’wathi and moved her head up to her pussy, letting her tongue casually drift up and down her spread labia. Tanisha did her best to mimic Sha’wathi’s previous oral exploration of her own pussy, making sure to complement her darting tongue with gentle nibbles at her vulnerable clit and labia, as well as pushing the tip of her tongue as deep as she could into her hole. Her efforts sent the troll into violent pleasure convulsions as all of her senses tingled in perfect harmony. Sha’wathi’s head was permanently thrown back, her mouth opening and closing intermittently as her panted moans struggled their way out between her lips – each moan louder than the one before it.
Having recovered somewhat from the ravages of her orgasm, Quiera was determined to fulfil her task. Her body still shaking, she moved back up to Zed’thar’s face and planted herself on it once more. She was facing Sha’wathi back and the troll’s heaving shoulders almost rubbed against her perky tits. She looked down at the male below her and stuttered, still slightly out of breath: “Missed me?” She could feel his lips wiggle against her pussy as they tried to move, but naturally produced no sounds. “Thought so.” she stuttered smugly. “Time to clean up the mess we made.” Ignoring his helpless and rather timid struggles she began grinding herself against his lips once more, slowly dragging her labia over his mouth, drenching it entirely. Once more, the once proud troll gave in to her demands and soon enough his tongue once more pushed its way between her lips and began sliding up and down her slit, wiping away their mixed juices. He barely had time to get started before her delightful moans once more filled the cave as her tender vulva got itself another workout, her eyes rolling far back into her skull from sheer pleasure. Tickling her now extremely sensitive clit and poking at and into her little hole, his vigilant tongue darted up and down, in and out, tirelessly – leaving not a single spot of Quiera’s delightful pussy untouched.
Sha’wathi had already had a very loud and violent orgasm from the combined efforts of Tanisha’s tongue and Zed’thar’s cock by the time Quiera, still firmly planted on the troll male’s face, tried to push her off her mount. Staggered, she got off and growled timidly at her. Quiera nodded at Tanisha who had backed off slightly and mumbled under her breath: “her turn now.” A wide grin formed on Sha’wathi’s face when she realized what exactly the elf meant. Grabbing Tanisha, she carefully moved the anxious elf towards the awaiting cock. She struggled mildly and whimpered a bit, clearly not interested in getting that thing inside of her. Quiera stretched out her arms towards her sister and smiled warmly in between her moans. Reinvigorated by her sister’s affectionate invitation, she reluctantly let Sha’wathi blade herself over his cock which still throbbed occasionally – still showing no signs of ever going flaccid. One could wonder if Quiera had slipped something else into the magic-suppression toxin that she had injected into him. Holding onto each other’s arms in loving sisterly embrace, Quiera leaned closer to her sister, pushing her well-shaped lips against hers. The tenderness from her sister shocked Tanisha slightly, and she, unwillingly perhaps, dropped her guard somewhat as her cheeks burned wildly in excitement. This tenderness is what she had always craved and probably forever will be craving and finally getting to show her love for her sister by caressing her lips with her own send her ecstasy spiraling out of control. She was so excited that she didn’t even notice the thick shaft below her which pressed ominously against her tight little hole. The sisters’ tongues dancing in perfect harmony, their lips pressed tightly together, Quiera slowly and carefully pushed her sister downwards, onto the erect cock.
Sha’wathi had spent quite some time by this point simply lingering around Tanisha’s perfectly shaped ass. Indeed, her bottom was quite a remarkable sight, almost as if it had been sculptured by Khaz’goroth himself. Distracting her sister with tender kisses, Quiera kept pushing her down and it didn’t take long before Tanisha groaned with slight discomfort as the, to her, enormous shaft tried to push its way into her extremely tight vagina. Sha’wathi grabbed his cock and tried to help guide it into the by now somewhat squirming sister who seemed to have perhaps changed her mind but was still far too occupied by Quiera’s attention to really do anything. “Fuck dat’s tight.” the troll remarked as she playfully spread Tanisha’s sensitive labia and with a quick twist plunged its entire length of Zed’thar’s green cock into the elf. The girl gasped at the expected yet sudden entrance, momentarily losing contact with her sister’s lips.
Naturally, her genitals were extremely tight – especially for something that size – as she hadn’t really ever used it for quite this purpose before. Its sheer girth stretched her to her absolute limit and possibly even more as she could feel a brief burst of acute pain as its thick head surged passed her lips and with an excruciating plop entered her. She whimpered mildly once more; somewhat staggered as she felt the cold hand of panic brushing over her skin from the intrusion. The thing that entered her felt rather weird, almost different to what it had felt like earlier when she reluctantly toyed with it using her tongue. It felt much like one of the toys that she and her sister had used, but it was… softer, leaner – but still hard and perfectly rigid at the same time. It twitched slightly inside of her, tickling her insides pleasantly which was both pleasurable but also kind of uncomfortable. She moaned reluctantly as it hit a sudden end, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout her body as their lower bodies collided, prodding her sensitive little clit. His shaft had reached depths of her previously unexplored even by herself, its tip even ramming into her cervix, a sensation previously unbeknownst to her.
With her panting, recently climaxed sister still in her arms, Quiera gently rubbed her sister’s nose with hers as she tenderly murmured soothing words in Darnassian. It was quite evident that Tanisha was in the elven version of Heaven with Elune and what not as with the borderline permanent crimson blush on her cheeks she desperately clung onto her sister as if her life depended on it. Quiera cooed some more before lifting her sister’s chin and in a calm, yet affirmative, voice told her: “It’s his time, now.” Tanisha shivered slightly but nodded reluctantly, unwilling to let go of her sister. They both got off the troll who coughed and gasped for air the second that Quiera’s thankfully hairless pussy departed his face for the second time tonight. Placing herself between the troll’s legs, in front of the troll’s painfully strained, shivering cock, she motioned for Tanisha and Sha’wathi to place themselves on either side the giant member. As they all got into position, Tanisha’s eyes, glowing with lustful affection, still glued to her sister, Quiera looked up at the exhausted, panting male. Large parts of his skin were still covered in several patches of mixed liquid from all the various users who had exploited his brawny body for their own pleasure.
“It’s finally your turn now, big boy.” Quiera snickered. “You didn’t think we’d forget about you, did you?” The male only groaned in response, his pulsating shaft seeming to be painfully close to bursting. She spread her lips wide and wrapped them around the tense head of his cock – playfully running her tongue all over it in sloppy, rather twisty motions. The two other girls quite quickly understood their own parts and began running their pouted lips along the length of his shaft, occasionally extending their tongues to add moisture, just like they had done earlier that night. Granted, Tanisha was a bit more reluctant in doing so than Sha’wathi was, but her previous large dose of Quiera kept her motivated. As expected, Zed’thar had been on the verge of bursting for a long time but each and every time he could feel his orgasm creeping up his cock and preparing to open fire it was always abruptly halted, first by Quiera, then by Sha’wathi, and then by Tanisha.
Her mouth filled to the brim with warm, sticky cum, Quiera moved back slightly. She figured that she could tease her sister a bit, since she sure did like to exploit her love for her every now and then. Tanisha’s eyes still on her, she leaned over to Sha’watchi and with cum-covered lips began tenderly grinding her lips against the troll’s, poking her equally drenched tongue into her mouth. The troll was slightly taken aback at first, this elf hadn’t really paid that much attention to her so far, but she wasn’t the one to say no to some hot, delicious seed. They kissed each other ravenously for quite some time, their tongues dancing harmoniously, transporting copious amounts of Zed’thar’s cum back and forth between their mouths. Not surprisingly, this activity was indeed quite messy and large parts of the seed being swapped splashed onto their cheeks and then ran down their soft skin and dropped off their chins and onto their heaving bosoms below. Trying not to let any of it go to waste, they did their best to lick up any stragglers but they could only do so much. Eventually, the previous excess of cum was diminishing at a steady pace, some of it dripping onto their breasts and some running down their throats and ending up warming up their bellies. Tanisha did not let her sister’s teasing distract her though, and instead kept herself occupied during the exchange by kissing her sister all over – her tits, letting her tongue run over her pointy nipples, down her smooth skin over her chest and then back up again – repeating of course.