Previously on Centaurus: The Soulomancer that Ellaria hired to diagnose Fey discovers that Fey’s soul is very very large and has been filled with something mysterious. While The band mull over their next move Fey has become distressed by her balls which have become even more swollen and desperate for release. Ellaria comes up with a solution for emptying Fey properly.
“She's saying she's going to find you a whore to fuck full of cum,” slurred Flora, still delirious with pleasure.
“Crude. But in essence, yes. You have obviously failed to sexually satisfy her Flora, it’s time we found an expert.”
“H-hey! I didsh fiiine!” The gnome tried to lift her head and stare down at the elf but after a moment she gave up and flopped over her cum filled belly, her limbs limp against it. Cum continued to slowly ooze from her gaped cunt and roll down the curve of her rounded stomach.
“You tried your best Flora but I don’t think you have the needed skills to truly milk a centaur. I’m sorry that's just how it is.”
“That's not true!” moaned the gnome, “I c-could go again!”
“You’re barely remaining conscious, I think not.”
Ellaria stepped over to the collapsed bed where Fey lay on her back. She climbed up on top of it and reached out her hand. The centaur grasped it gratefully and heaved herself forward. Her massively swollen and obscene testicles bounced off her crotch and the centaur let out a whimpering moan.
“We’ll take this carefully, although I suppose if anything actually bad happens you can always heal it.”
“Th-that’s true,” said the centaur. “That makes me feel a little better.”
Fey slowly shuffled off the bed with Ellaria’s help until she managed to get her hooves under her. She stood, causing her balls to swing against her thigh and then bounce into her other thigh even harder, the taut things making a soft sloshing sound with each swing. She let out a yelp until she felt a pair of hands slip under their heavy roundness and steady them.
The hands were snatched from her balls as though suddenly caught in the middle of committing a crime. Fey looked around and saw Ellaria standing there, careful looking away from Fey. The elf coughed into her hand.
“Ahem. Safety first. We-we should get going, the sooner your balls can be drained the safer you will be Fey.”
The centaur moved to the door and pulled at the handle but the door was stuck, the dryad’s wood morphing not quite creating a perfect seal when she had used her abilities on it. Fey had to heave on the door multiple times using her new found strength and even then it only reluctantly came loose.
She moved the door experimentally to check it could still close properly then looked back to see if Ellaria was behind her. She was not, the elf was across the room. She had picked up her romance book from the floor. The book had not been spared the extreme mess and its cover was covered in a thick layer of horse cum. As she watched the extremely beautiful and elegant elf opened her mouth and tilted the book back and scooped the layer of horse cum into her mouth, swallowing it down enthusiastically as she scraped the book of the last of the white. The elf licked her lips, a strange look coming over her face as she finished the small meal.
Fey jerked her head away as the elf began to look in her direction. She pretended to be playing with the door handle as she heard the elf walk up behind her.
“Come on Fey, careful when going down the stairs, you are vulnerable to, uh, rocking motions.”
Fey couldn't help but notice there was a slight rosy blush to her cheeks, a rare thing to see on the serious elf.
The pair climbed downstairs, Fey much more slowly than Ellaria, taking care not to let her sensitive balls gain any momentum and crash into her legs.
As she emerged at the bottom she saw the elf speaking to the innkeeper at the front desk. The innkeeper did not look happy. As she watched Ellaria handed her a few silver. The unhappy expression on the innkeeper’s face became significantly less unhappy. Ellaria waved the innkeeper away as through that was the end of the issue and beckoned for Fey.
“Sorry about that, I told her we were not to be disturbed, I doubt she expected the amount of noise we caused though. There’s going to be trouble when she finds out what exactly has been done to her rooms.
“Uhm, you think they will be angry?”
“It’s fine. Probably. Mostly. This place markets itself to adventurers, there's kind of an expectancy of property damage, adventurers have a bad reputation for a reason. I’ll try and play it off as a drunken celebration from a successful job, that's common enough.”
Eyes followed them in the lobby, magnetised to Fey and Fey’s lower parts, and then, as she passed, her rear. Her tail hung forlornly over her melon-sized balls that sloshed softly back and forth with each step that she took.
Fey hurried to escape their gaze and the pair emerged out onto the cobbled street. The sun was beginning to set and the streets were steeped in warm comfortable light that lit up the rooftops with orange.
“D-do you know where we need to go?”
“No, but I remember what that rude frilled lizard said and where he pointed. It’s by the river. We’re not far, fortunately. You won't have to endure much longer Fey.”
The centaur nodded her head meekly.
“It- It's fine, I can cope, It’s not too bad.”
Ella looked back at Fey’s hips and bit her lip. The centaur’s gait was awkward, her legs trying to avoid touching up against her sensitive balls too much. The elf felt a twinge of guilt in her chest.
“...You shouldn't have to deal with this Fey. I should never have taken us down into that dungeon and I should never have led us all the way to the bottom. That was a mistake, I’m… I don't think I’m a very good band captain.”
“NO! You made right choice Ella, we made it out of that dungeon alive, that's all anyone can ask for. It’s not your fault that it was a dungeon unlike any I’ve ever heard of, if it even was a dungeon. It was practically just a giant trap. That thing in the bottom of the dungeon, it wanted us down there for some reason I don’t understand.”
Ellaria let out a sigh. “When I was new to adventuring I always dreamed of being a captain, this, this isn't how I expected things to go. Everything is so, so, just-”
“I couldn’t imagine something like this happening in my wildest dreams Fey! You’re like some kind of sex god! It’s incredible!”
Fey’s cheeks coloured a little.
“D-does it bother you?”
“... It’s, it’s just I’m supposed to look after you Fey, protect you, you’re our healer, but your body is just, so, so, overwhelming, and, and-”
The elf’s shoulders dropped. “It’s fine Fey, It’s not on you, I just need to do better. Live up to what I told my students made a good adventurer when I was a lecturer. Someone who adapts and learns from what life throws at them, someone who never gives up.”
They walked on in thoughtful silence for a time. As they passed close by a food stall a plump lupine woman’s tail suddenly flagged into the air and she turned, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes locked onto Fey’s monstrous balls, a ravenous look momentarily crossing her eyes. She began to follow them.
Ellaria paused and then turned to face the lupine who was incompetently pretending not to be following them. She startled away from Ellaria’s gaze.
“I’ll give you until the count of three to flee from me wolf girl or I will end you.”
“Wha- m-me? I-I’m j-just looking at, uhm,” she glanced to her side actually looking at the stall she was pretending to be browsing, “uh, skincream?”
“But you’re covered in fur!” said Fey.
“It’s, uh, f-for my pawpads! Yes! I get, uh, dry pawpads!”
“That almost sounds believable. One.”
“Wait! Okay okay! I just, I just like how she smells alright! It’s that, that musk! It’s- like the most alpha, huge, big, dominating, g-gods the male I thought it must belong to and then I turned and saw, th-that, th-those!”
“Two.” Several small flames flickered to life above Ellaria’s head
“C-can I just t-touch them for a second! There just so, so beeeg! M-my heat!”
Ellaria snarled and the flames above her head bloomed into half a dozen fireballs. She took a sudden step forward and the lupine shrieked and fled, although she couldn't stop snatching glances over her shoulder at Fey.
The elf sighed and the flames winked out.
“Th-thankyou Ella, uhm, d-do you think we should have turned her down though? I really need to empty into a g-girl.”
“Yes, if both Vivi and Flora couldn't properly drain you then she definitely wouldn't have been able to do it, we’d be in the exact same situation after you filled her. We need someone who knows what they are doing when it comes to centaurs.”
They soon neared the boat busy river and, seemingly their destination, at least judging by the number of scantily clad people hanging around. Ellaria approached a human woman sitting daintily atop a mooring on the river’s edge with her midriff showing. She looked up from filing her nails.
“Oh? You want a little play? Not often we get elves around here. With the things I’ve heard about elves maybe it’s me who should be propositioning you hmm?”
“I’m not here for that, I want information.”
“Information isn't free you know, although I’d be willing to make an exception for you under certain circumstance. What do you say elfy? Want to slip into the sack and scissor up a storm?”
Ellaria frowned. “No thank you. This isn't a casual matter, my friend is in trouble, deep trouble.”
The woman furrowed her brow and leaned to the side to see Fey. Fey gave her a little nervous wave.
“I don't see-”
Ellaria held up her hand then made a spinning finger motion gesture at Fey. Fey trotted around displaying her throbbing horse cock that slapped up against her barrel and then the massive heaving pair of horse testicles hanging between her legs.
The nail file jerked violently in the woman’s hand and she broke a nail.
“OH MY GOD YOUR BALLS ARE BIGGER THAN A PAIR OF MELONS!!!”
Behind them a man choked and fell off his boat with a splash.
“So you see the problem.”
“Elfy, you should be seeing mage about that, that’s that!!!”
“Already done. I’m looking for someone who really knows how to deal with centaurs in the bedroom, maybe another centaur, I don’t know. Do you know anyone like that?”
The woman opened her mouth then closed it before speaking. “Uhm, r-right, I uh, I don’t know specifically but I know who will.”
The woman pointed down the river where a large building was lit up.
“The owner of that whore house, she knows everyone in the trade, employs most of them. She’ll have someone who can, ah, deal with… that.”
“Thank You. You have been of great help. I wish you luck in your... business.”
Fey and Ellaria left the stunned woman where she sat, nail file hanging limply from her fingers, eyes staring at Fey’s rear.
Eyes followed them down the street along with catcalls and whistles and many many offers, especially for Ellaria. It seemed there was an understanding of elves around here that was not common amongst the general public. Fortunately there appeared to be no women in heat and Fey wasn’t accosted as they walked.
The building they approached dominated, larger and blockier than anything nearby and with colourful magical lights strung around its red and black walls and pillars. A big illuminated gold leaf sign above the door read:
“I’m going to find you the best Fey, I don't care what it costs.”
The determined elf marched up to the building, flung the doors wide, and strode inside. Fey followed nervously in her wake.
The interior lobby shone with gaudy gold lighting and gold leaf was on, well, everything. Various barely clothed people were draped aesthetically over pieces of luxurious furniture, curves and muscles and beauty on display.
A tall, red-and-cream-scaled, muscular, and handsome drake, at least six and a half foot tall, smoothly stood up from where he had been poised on a chaise, a wisp of smoke rose from a cigarette hanging casually from his lips.
“Hello.” His voice was like planed darkwood and rich coffee. “Welcome to our humble establishment, what can I do for two as radiant as yourselves. Adventurers right? You have the look, and you, you're the captain I would assume by your incredible presence.”
Ellaria felt an irrational surge of anger as her eyes took in his red scales, an image of a much shorter and skinnier and incredibly annoying lizard person filling her mind. She had to take a moment to remind herself that this drake had nothing to do with that particular person. She’d sufficiently punished that lizard for his insolence and it was done with… probably.
“Yes, correct on both accounts. I wish to purchase the time of a, ahem, worker at this ah… whore house.”
“Sexual relief is very important and healthy, of course.'' He let a wisp of slow smoke seep from his lips and looked at Ellaria with half lidded eyes. “A fresh flush and that deep glowing feeling? Wonderful. I find it makes a week. I would looove to make your toes curl and bear your nails on my back miss elf, anything for one as spectacular as you.”
Ellaria pursed her lips in annoyance. “I’m not here for me, I’m here for her, or more importantly, that.”
She gestured at Fey’s back area and the drake’s eyes followed, his eyes alighting on Fey’s schlong.
He blinked, his cigarette drooping slightly.
“Uh, you have quite a large cock if you don’t mind me saying miss centaur.” The drake had difficulty turning his gaze back to Ellaria.
“Quite. Now provide me your finest centaur specialist whore from your whorehouse for my centaur friend.”
A new voice suddenly joined them. “Darling, please, I do not like the term ‘whorehouse’, around here we like to call my establishment a whore home.”
Ellaria looked around and then looked up to find a very large lamia woman with pink hair. The lamia had a human body atop a thick pink snake tail that coiled across the marble in an elegant bundle. She was draped in golden jewellery and her large chest and hips were only semi hidden beneath a silky gauze. She rolled a ring encrusted hand at Ellaria in greeting, a warm welcoming smile on her face.
“You are the owner?”
“I am Madame Quirrel and I am the owner, welcome welcome. You need a little comfort for your well endowed friend? I’m certain we can find a way for us to help.”
“Immediate relief yes, I need a girl who can milk her for everything she is worth, empty her completely and utterly so that she has nothing left. It's important.”
The drake and the lamia gave her a puzzled look. Ellaria rolled her eyes and gestured at Fey, once more making a spinning motion with her finger. Fey understood and turned so that her massive straining balls were visible.
The lamia put a hand over her mouth in shock.
“Oh my! you poor poor thing! You should have said from the start!”
“Well? can you help? Do you have someone who can handle that?”
“Well not many species can take a specimen quite as large or as thick as a centaur but fortunately we do have a girl who, ah, intentionally seeks out our larger customers and has a certain skill set that might be what is needed here.”
Fey bit her lip sheepishly, her hooves shifting. “She- she likes this kind of thing?”
“You wouldn't be the first centaur she has been with.”
“That's perfect. Please, I don't care how much it costs.”
The lamia waved at the drake who hesitated then crossed the room, winding amongst couches and cushions until he came upon a gigantic couch sized cushion. He looked down at it, asking something, he then nodded. He held out a claw and a small pale hand appeared from the cushion’s depths and grasped it.
He helped the person up, their bare feet patting down on the marble, and walked her back to the band. Ellaria eyed the new person with confusion, she had expected the Madame to offer someone physically huge not knowing what Fey’s abilities entailed but this new girl was only five foot tall.
A pair of black cat ears poked from the girl's wavy black hair, around her neck was a choker with a paw shaped buckle, a tight tshirt was stretched over her impressive bust, clearly bra-less judging by how much her nipples protruded, the words ‘size matters’ painted on the fabric. On her flared hips she wore a ridiculously short skirt no more than six inches long that flitted and bounced with her every motion revealing glances of black lacy panties and rounded ass cheeks.
She had a lollipop in her mouth which she removed perhaps a little luridly as she eyed the Madame.
“A centaur huh? Well, I was feeling like a good stretching. I can handle her easily enough.”
Ellaria rose an elegant eyebrow at the cocky confidence the catkin displayed, recalling the absolute sloppy ruins that Fey had left others.
“Abby, this client is in dire need, I want you to bring your best.”
“Of course.” She flicked her hips and her skirt flitted up flashing her hip. She gave Fey a small smile that caused Fey’s penis to throb especially hard. Her eyes ran all over Fey’s body, taking her cock in hungrily, her eyes widening when they alighted on her straining balls, the catkin suddenly looked desperately starved before she managed to control her self. She licked her lips.
“Uhm, h-hi. P-please t-take care of me!” said Fey.
“So cute! oh gosh, I love her already!” The catkin bounced on the spot sending her chest wobbling in a way that magnetically attracted the eye. A thin line of precum oozed from the tip of Fey’s dick and left little spatters on the marble. Fey swallowed, suddenly feeling a little dry mouthed.
As the catkin and Fey gave each other increasingly warm looks Ellaria handed over a stack of coin she retrieved from the dimensional bag to the pleased Madame.
The drake adjusted his cigarette and blew out a plume of pleasant smelling smoke.
“I’m not going to let you go at it in the lobby again Abby.”
“Aw. But it's so much fun having eyes on me while I'm getting reamed, and then when others join in, plugging all my holes, mmhff!”
“You’re banned from that after that incident with the orc tribe. Come on, this will be a private affair.”
The drake waved his claws at the horny catkin and she huffed, spinning on her heel. Her tail ran up the drakes leg as she turned, seemingly accidentally but probably on purpose.
The drake gave her a slightly exasperated look but the four of them left the lobby, leaving the Madame behind with the band's money. They went through a pillared doorway, and into the depths of the building. It wasn't long before they came to a heavy looking iron and wood door and stopped.
By this point the catkin was all over Fey, her fingers tracing her broad horse muscles, index finger running down her flank, admiring her stallion strength, feeling the powerful beats of the centaur’s heart beneath her palm.
Steam was practically leaking out of Fey’s ears and her cheeks were turning pinker and pinker as the catkin felt all up and over the centaur’s body. Her cock throbbed harder and stiffer as blood rushed through its vascular length.
The catkin drew away causing the centaur to let out a held breath.
“Gosh, you're such a stick in the mud Zell.”
The catkin stuck her tongue out at him and pushed through the door, sashaying her hips and sending her skirt flicking up to either side, flashing her globular rear at the centaur.
“Uhm, I uhm, I g-gotta go,” said the centaur apologetically to Ellaria as she suddenly dashed through the door behind the catkin. Her back legs kicked the heavy door shut behind her.
The drake dragged on his cigarette and let out a cloud of aromatic smoke. He gave Ellaria the side eye.
“Got a story there?”
“Drama.” Ellaria sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “It's complicated. I hope that catkin knows what she's doing, Fey is, uh, special, she does everything on the… big side of things.”
“Oh certainly, she’s incredible. So flexible. You wouldn't not believe how much she can fit inside, I’ve seen her take a full twelve inches before, crazy.”
“Ah, well, I think she might be taking a little more than that… Now and in future”
“What makes you say that?
“Oh, no reason, well, you’ll see I suppose.”
The drake scratched at his jaw and raised an eyebrow.
“Say, would you like a drink since you seem to be intending to stay.”
The drake flashed her a sharp toothed grin and pushed through the door next door to the one Fey had entered. Ellaria hesitated then followed inside.
Inside the room was warm, and rich and full of heavy furniture, a large round bed was in the middle of the room and a cabinet filled with various glass containers to one side.
Ellaria raised her brow questioningly at the drake.
“A bedroom? Really?”
“Ahaha, well this is the kind of building where most rooms have beds I’m afraid. Don’t worry they all come stocked with alcohol.”
The drake moved over to the open fronted cabinet. The upper shelves held bottles of various amber spirits, what drew Ellaria’s eye however was the lower part which was stacked with what looked suspiciously like potions. Purple, green, glowing, many liquids in spherical bottles were out on display.
“What are those? More alcohol?”
“Ah no, it seems these got mistakenly left out. These are uh, sexual enhancers.”
“This isn't some kind of trick on your part is it?”
“No, not at all, all our more expensive rooms have these, that's actually why I took your friend and Abby to one,” he pointed with a claw at a purple potion. “Relaxant. It helps when taking ah, clientele on the larger side.”
The drake extinguished his cigarette and then took a bottle of amber down from the upper shelves and poured two glasses, adding a hunk of ice from a hidden icebox at the back of the cabinet.
“My name is Zell by the way.”
“Ellaria, but you can call me Ella.”
Ellaria took the offered glass then eyed the other potions that hadn't been explained. “I can understand this, with the variety of species there are there must be a need for some magic to ease the process sometimes. What do the other potions do?”
“Easing things is important as you say, some species are not very compatible with others at all, but we find ways. Most of these potions are for fun however, this one enhances pleasure, this one makes a person more sensitive, this shifts pain to pleasure, this one is an aphrodisiac.”
The elf could feel the drake’s half lidded gaze on her, and she was suddenly intensely aware of how close he was. She could see his tail moving out of the corner of her eye.
Ellaria clinked the ice in her glass and bit her lip as the drake’s tail ran up her leg, rounding around her curving bare thigh, touching up against the hem of her short shorts, gently poking beneath the cloth.
“One of my good friends is the captain of a band. It's a stressful job, which is understandable. You know I am very very good at relieving people of such burdens, unwinding, letting go of all the worries of leadership and so much responsibility.”
Ellaria’s hand came up and touched at the tail coiling silkily around her leg, her fingers tracing its surface. She very nearly grabbed it and ripped it from her thigh…. But… Well, it was true that she was stressed, and she was also incredibly horny though she hated to admit it. Seeing Fey turn Vivi and Flora into a pair of groaning satisfied cum spheres and then having the druid ravage her had left her wanting, aroused, frisky.
She licked her lips unconsciously, remembering a certain centaur’s taste.
“Hmphh. What about this potion?”
Ellaria picked up a glass bottle about the size of a pint glass. The inside was filled with a faintly glowing purple and blue liquid. It sloshed as she tilted the glass examining it.
“Ah that potion causes a male to be, shall we say, more productive.”
Ellaria’s eyes instantly lit up with interest.
“Productive you say? How… interesting.”
“Why yes, it is.”
“To be explicit, It makes you cum more?”
“Yes. It causes a male such as myself to produce more semen than they otherwise would.”
“Could… Could you drink it?”
The drake gave her a sly smile and carefully took the potion from her hands, his claws clinking against the glass.
“This is meant for all the male companions who use this room, one sip is quite powerful.”
He casually popped the lid and put the glass to his lips. He sipped once, then meaningfully, sipped again. His half lidded eyes never left Ellaria.
“Delicious.” He put the potion back on the cabinet and held out a claw.
Ellaria put her glass down then gently took the offered claw. He led her over to the bed and flopped down on top the seething bog of cushions that lay across it, pulling her down with him. She came to rest on his broad muscular chest, her own weight entirely supported by his own powerful body.
This, this is nice, a little relief might be just what I need. Thought Ellaria as she lay upon him, feeling his chest rise and fall.
After a little while her hand slid down from his chest, she couldn't help it, she wanted to touch him in private places, to feel him grow beneath her touch. Plus she was curious about what she might find, she hadn't been with a species anything like the one she currently lay atop.
Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shorts, feeling down his smooth cream scales, and then his… wait… where was it?
Ellaria blinked and touched all over his crotch, but there was nothing there, only some uneven scales. She frowned and looked up at him questioningly. An amused expression was on the drake’s face.
“Never been with a drake before huh?”
“No. What is this? Are you toying with me?”
“Hmm am I? Perhaps you should try and push a little harder.”
Ellaria narrowed her eyes but did as he said, perfectly manicured fingertips tracing the odd scales. She pushed down at them and to her surprise felt her fingers sink between them. Warm.
“What on earth?”
She played around, pushing and prodding and exploring this strange anatomy until she felt something prodding back. To her shock, her fingers were pushed out from the slit by an emerging something.
Ellaria's fascination peaked and she found herself turning around so that she was on all fours over the drake, her crotch over his head.
Her eyes locked on to the new bulge in his shorts. She unbuttoned them, pulling the fabric apart and found a cock growing up into her hands, bumping up against her fingers, inching outward.
Ellaria examined the cock. It was large, and still growing, ridged and slick, its surface wetted from where it had been hidden beneath the drake’s scales. The tip was a pinkish purple gradienting down into a deeper purple at the base. As she watched the tip drooled a line of clear precum that pooled on the drakes abdomen. It was tapered unlike what she was used to, fat in the middle, thick ridges ran up its length, she wondered how they would feel inside of her, pressing up against her walls. She swallowed.
She couldn't help herself, she caressed it, her finger tips touching up against its surface. It was warm, and very very slippery, infact as she moved her hand in and palmed the cock it shifted from her grasp before she caught it, or at least partially caught it, her fingers weren't able to fully encircle it. She slid her hand down its length, all nine inches, eliciting a shudder from the drake she was resting atop.
Ellaria felt hot air roll over her shorts and down her thighs, her crotch resting over the drakes muzzle. She blinked then lowered her hips experimentally, pressing her crotch down onto the drake’s nose, the fabric of her shorts flattening against his scaled muzzle as her soft flesh deformed over it. The drake let out a huff and Ellaria felt the fabric heat over her crotch with his breath. She bit her lip and wiggled, grinding down onto him. She stifled a yelp as she suddenly felt the large and powerful tongue of the drake poke from between his teeth and push up against her crotch, pressing the cloth up between her folds.
“K-keep doing that…”
“Hang on,” he gravelled back, Ellaria couldn't help but give a little shiver as the vibration of his voice rolled into her lower parts.
The drake suddenly shifted his claws up and ran a point over the fabric of her shorts, he slipped a claw between her thighs and Ellaria let out a gasp as a claw hooked the seam and tore open a diamond shaped split in the fabric where her puss was hidden.
“Hey what do you think you’re do-EEE!”
The drake thrust his long thick tongue through the hole, shoving her lace panties aside and driving hard into her sopping cunt.
Ellaria bit down on her lip and bowed her head as his outrageously dexterous tongue squirmed around inside of her, its thickness plunging up and down her walls.
“G-goddam it, those were expensive!” she managed to gasp out. With difficulty, she pulled back her attention to the gently bobbing cock in front of her.
She grasped the cock and lifted the tip toward her face, pushing her mouth up against it, letting the shape of it push her lips and jaw apart as she took the bucking penis into her, her teeth touching up against the warm hard flesh. She swirled her tongue around the head as it pressed up against the roof of her mouth. The thing was too large to get much more than that in but she pushed what she considered her limits and bobbed her head up and down.
As she did her hand suddenly slipped on the slick surface of his cock and slapped down to the base where the cock emerged from the drake’s scales. Her brow rose up in confusion as she looked down and saw the creased scale bulging once more. As she watched a second cock squeezed from his body and pushed free, swelling and growing larger in a rush, bobbing higher in front of her eyes as she tended to the first cock. She couldn’t resist, she grasped at it with her hand and ran her fingers all over it, grasping and jerking his second length even as she suckled on his first.
Zell squirmed beneath her touch, both inside and out of her, her fingers wrapped around his lower length even as her mouth wrapped around his upper.
He intended to reciprocate and rolled his tongue over her insides, pushing back against her clenching walls. He found a spot that made the elf twitch and then he went wild on it causing her to whimper and gasp around his cock.
He pushed his snout harder against her muff, between her thighs, nearly lifting her off her knees, his tongue pistoning in and out of her sloppy snatch. The elf was losing it, her desperate bobbing on his cock become rough and arrhythmic, taking more and more of him into her mouth. The drake strained into her, both her mouth and her pussy. Pushing the endurance of his tongue to its limit as he drove her over the edge.
She let out a muffled scream around his cock as her walls clamped down on his tongue so hard it trapped him inside. The drake only had a moment for his eyes to widen and to quickly hold his breath before a veritable deluge of girlcum opened up on him, waterfalling down onto his muzzle, into his open mouth, covering his face entirely with her. She tasted special in a way unique to elves, fresh and slightly salty, unbelievably delicious. He couldn't help himself, as it pooled in his mouth he began to swallow, drinking down her incredible fluids as fast as possible, gulping her down even as her squirt waterfalled and sheeted over his scales soaking the bed. All of his senses were overwhelmingly filled with her emittance, her taste.
The elf wailed around his length, jerking forward as orgasm wracked her body, taking inches more of his length, her throat bulging outward with his cock.
This instantly pushed Zell over the edge. The drake came.
The cock in Ellaria’s mouth swelled and a spurt of hot sticky semen sprayed down her throat. Ellaria didn't hesitate, she swallowed all of it, her throat bobbing even as the drake came all the harder, she used her mouth and tongue to milk everything she could, sucking on his cock, milking more and more cum from him even as the drake groaned and bucked his hips and his second cock sprayed long ropes of cum into the air, wildly spurting across the room, leaving long lines of cum across the carpet and walls.
At last his cocks stopped releasing, the last droplets drooling down the length of his free cock as Ellaria gulped the last dribble from the one in her mouth, using her lips to squeeze and drag everything she could from him.
The drake slumped back into the bed breathing hard.
“Oh g-gods you are good at that, I haven't cum so hard in a long while. Is-Is this an elf thing?”
Ellaria ran her tongue over her lips, the taste of the drake filling her mouth.
“It’s not enough.”
“You! You aren't enough!”
“Wha- What’s that's supposed to mean?!”
Ellaria scowled at him but rolled off his body and jumped to her feet. Her eyes stared at the wall. Somewhere behind it was Fey, likely giving that catkin the rutting of a lifetime. Ellaria’s loins burned. She couldn't get the image of Vivi and Flora out of her head, women so unimaginably filled with cum, so much thick hot virile cum, their lust sated and satisfied like nothing else.
Ellaria involuntarily trembled at the thought. A fresh line of scalding hot lubricant rolled down her inner thigh.
She licked her lips. Maybe she could go next door, join in… No. She couldn't, it wasn't appropriate.
Her eyes wandered over to the potion cabinet. Maybe, maybe she could make something close to that feeling.
“Hey, is something wrong?” said the drake from where he lay.
Ellaria didn't reply, instead she strode toward the cabinet, spread her arms, then scooped all of the potions up into her arms. She turned to the drake, a slightly manic look in her captivating blue eyes.
“N-Now hold on, what, what are planning on doing with those?”
Ellaria jumped onto the drake’s chest, pinning him down.
A little real fear crossed the drake’s expression as he watched the elf place the potions aside and then uncap one of them. Her hand caressed the drake’s jaw before firmly gripping it.
“N-Nuu! Y-you can't!” said the drake his body tensing,
Ellaria flicked the cap off the potion and upended it in the drake’s mouth, jamming the stem in his maw. The drake’s eyes went round as potion gushed into him, draining down his throat. He choked and spluttered but Ellaria was relentless, she upended the entire potion, then she reached for the next, pulled the cork, and replaced the empty bottle. More and more potions went down the squirming drake’s gullet but Ellaria held firm, keeping him down, a terrible thirst in her, a drive to make him cum epic amounts. At last she was done and the drake was left gasping, a line of purple potion running from the corner of his mouth.
“Wha- what have you done!” he managed to gasp out.
Ellaria tipped back and chugged down the last potion, the relaxation potion, and wiped her lips. She threw the bottle behind her where it smashed against the wall.
“I want more of your essence drake and you are going to give it to me.”
It didn't take long for the drake to start feeling the effects of the potions, a wash of heat ran under his scales, his cheeks reddening and his breath accelerating.
“Oh, oh fuck! so hot! I’m burning up!”
The dicks that she had previously drained the life out of began to stir and twitch beneath her hips and then surged back to hardness, then even harder, thick veins swelled down their length, vascular and heavy. Ellaria dipped her head and watched hungrily as the two lengths pushed past their original nine inches, reddening and straining. As she watched the slit the two cocks protruded from suddenly bulged outward and two fat bulbous knots at the base of each cock pushed their way free from the slit with a soft wet schlop. The two cocks throbbed and twitched, precum sputtering from their tips every few seconds, the weight of them slapping against each other and the drake’s belly.
Ellaria’s breath became heavier. This, now this, might give her what she wanted.
Ellaria gripped him by the neck, holding him in place, dominating him. She touched a finger to her shorts and they ignited, rapidly going up in flames, burning the fabric up and wisping away the material into nothing leaving her smooth unblemished skin behind.
She shifted her rear, her thighs readying. She aligned her sloppy drooling perfect pink slit with the pair of jumping cocks, they bounced against each other eagerly as though desperate to be ensleeved by something warm and tight. Ellaria planned to give it to them.
She slipped an elegant hand between her thighs, her slim fingers touching up against the eager pair, gently pushing them up so their tips touched up against her lower lips, their hotness sliding up against her, the sensitive surface of her lips tickled by the sputtering spraying pre-cum being produced by the cocks, further painting her engorged pussy in slippery lubricant.
“Oh g-ggoddds put them in Ella, p-please! I beg you!” groaned the drake beneath her.
Ellaria let out a small smile, teasing the overloaded drake, gently pressing her muff up against the cocks then pulling away. The cocks were going wild, jumping from her fingers, throbbing and straining to reach inside of her but not quite able to do so.
“You’ve got to cum with everything you have, fill me to my limit and then more. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes! Yes! Anything!” whined the drake.
Ellaria pushed back slightly, gently pushing up with her hand so that the two cocks were pressed against each other, she eased her puss against them, her slick folds slipping over the tips and then letting them press between, parting her reddened lips. One cock at the base of her pussy, one near her clit, the tapered tips allowing her to successfully catch the first half inch of both throbbing penises in her snatch. She bit her lip as she eased backwards, more and more of the fatter part of the cocks slipping inside of her. She could feel the relaxation potion working on her body, letting her petite pussy take more than it normally ever could. The stretching thickness of both cocks felt amazing. Was this what it felt like to take Fey?
The first ridges of the dual cocks slipped inside and Ellaria let out a soft gaspy little moan. She rocked her hips, slowly pushing more of the drake into her folds bit by delicious bit, driving the drake wild who wanted nothing more than to be entirely within her.
Zell squirmed beneath her, barely keeping himself together under the immense tight pressure his shafts were under, his breathing getting heavier and heavier as the elf slowly impaled herself on him until her ass cheeks were sandwiching his knots and a fist sized bulge protruded from her perfect toned stomach marking his lengths inside of her.
“Holy fuck, elf pussy is incredible!” he groaned.
Ellaria drew herself back up exposing his cocks back to the air, the lengths now wet with her juices, then she eased herself back down agitating the drake with the sensation. She gradually increased the pace faster and faster and faster until she was driving herself up and down enthusiastically. As she did so embers started to appear amongst her bouncing red locks, drifting into the air from her hair.
She slammed herself down on the drake, his twin dicks stirring up her insides as in turn her insides squeezed down on his lengths, holding them tight together inside herself, her walls rippling over their lengths, oscillating pressures up and down in a uniquely elfin way driving the drake crazy.
Embers were freely flowing from Ellaria’s red hair by this point and her eyes glowed fiercely. Her hair seemed to lift into the air of its own accord, drifting, as though her locks were suspended underwater. The room was starting to get hot, almost uncomfortably so, the Drake, between moans, looked on as heat haze filled the room and sparks began to dance through the air. The grip of Ellaria’s pussy was rapidly warming too, becoming hotter, slicker and tighter around his lengths.
Ellaria ground her hips down onto him, bouncing up and down, her rear jackrabbiting off the drake’s groin, his cocks slipping free of her folds, each ridge softly rolling over her lips with a soft fwup before fwup fwup fwuping back in.
The skin at the back of her pussy was stretched over his lower length in such a way that when she pulled up and dragged out her folds over his ridges each little bump and shape could be seen pressed obscenely through the thin stretched flesh.
“Mmmh-hhannnnh!!” groaned the elf as she rutted herself on him.
Ellaria ran her fingers through her hair, her locks falling past her wrists, each flick sending embers curling through air. She breathed out and the air shimmered with her breath.
A long lush moan slipped from her lips as she bunny bounced all the harder on the drakes large twin cocks, precum and her own juices splattering from her cheeks to pool on the drake’s body with each lewd slap of flesh on scale.
Ellaria’s bouncing became arrhythmic and desperate, her hips wildly riding the drake, her thighs tensing up and she drove herself up and down over and over and over, each bounce causing her round cheeks to slap wetly against scales sending them wobbling out of control. She accelerated, urgent, climbing higher, higher, more! Her pussy suckled and dragged on his lengths like a velvet vice, milking him, hungry to be filled with more masculinity, to be stretched more “Deeper!”, harder! Faster! MORRRE! This was it! The peak!
She slammed down on his dual knots straining, pushing herself to her absolute limit, with a loud wet ‘Schl-pop!’ her pussy stretched impossibly wide and both of the knots slopped inside her ravenous folds.
Ellaria’s eyes rolled up and her mouth fell open as she squirted hard onto the drake’s abdomen, fluid bouncing off his scales to sprinkle wet the dick bulge protruding from her belly, outlining his cocks.
“Oh oh gods!”
The drakes claws grasped at Ellaria’s thighs, digging into her flesh as he thrust his hips up wildly.
The drake came hard.
Dual spurts of white surged from his tightly sleeved cocks, spraying down Ellaria’s insides and pushing into her womb. The high pressure back surge exploded out between the two cocks and cum gushed from her pussy in a waterfall of white even as the drake cried out and came all the harder.
“Oh fuuuucckk I can't stoooop!”
“MORE!” cried out Ellaria as flames flickered to life around the room
The drake groaned as he thrust, his insides clenching up and his abdomen tensing hard as he came more than he had ever cum in his life.
“YES! FILL MEEEE!”
The elf clutched at the bulge in her stomach, feeling the spraying cum ramming up against her inside walls, It felt good, not it felt amazing! She wanted more, so much more.
The elf looked down at her tummy as it slowly inched outward, her womb filled to capacity and then stretching as more and more cum rushed into her. Her flat trim stomach turned to a smoothly bulging arc from her ribs to her mons, taut and heavy with the weight of the drake’s cum. She ran her hand over the arc, feeling her silken skin and the weight trapped behind it.
The drake back arched and his mouth opened wide as one last final powerful surge exploded into Ellaria instantly pushing out her tummy another full two inches.
“FEY! FEY! OH FEEEY!!” Ellaria cried out as it rushed into her stretching more than she had ever been stretched before.
Then, it was over, and she fell against his chest, her cum tummy squashing up against his abs, spilling out slightly to either side. She clutched at his chest, breathing heavily.
“...so” she gasped. “That's what it’s like…I... I want, I want more…”
“I feel like I just came my soul out.” groaned the drake. “I- I can't move my legs! Gods I feel so weak...”
Ellaria snuggled against his chest, feeling the warm payload in her womb slosh around. Cum slowly oozed from her snatch where there was a gap between the drake’s two cocks.
“If only you had more,” murmured Ellaria.
“You can't be serious? I just came pints!”
“Mmmm, it was nice but you have such weak little spurts in comparison to her”
“My bandmate the cen-”
A booming crashing sound interrupted the pair and the bed they were atop shook. A picture frame on the wall was knocked askew.
They blinked at each other.
“What was that?”
“Did… did that come from Fey’s room?”
The pair stared at the wall from where the sound had come.