Fates : The Meeting

“You did what?!” Trysh’alia asked with a sharp gasp. Aro nodded and scratched the back of his head with embarrassed to what he had just admitted to the Elven companion.

“Goddess… Aro you must apologise to the poor woman. Leaving her in the middle of the night after having sex with her…” She was shaking her head as they walked, shimmering hair swishing from left to right as they passed a line of homes that towered over them. Trysh could feel the moisture of her excitement on her thighs, and how sodden her black panties had become as she strutted with the natural Elvish sway in her wide hips. Hips that now were exposed to the cool air of the evening thanks to the long slits on both sides of her pure white priestess robes. With the eyes of a great deal of Riverun citizens glued to her body, Trysh could not help but give them a playful wave and friendly smile; something that only resorted in erect cocks and flushed cheeks. As her eyes drifted up to the handsome young man, she felt her lips on her face and between her legs quiver, her erotic state of mind naturally wondered what it felt like to be filled with human sperm…The thought remained as they walked.

Aro kept quiet, and only sighed with a hint of worry as the ominous building at the end of the cobbled street fast approached. It was the largest building in town, except for the harbour house that Trysh would have set off toward soon…Much later than soon if her horny state of mind had anything to do with it. “Arabella’s Armor’s, Weaponsmith and Forger est: 1010…” Trysh muttered as the large sign stood proudly in the grassy ground beside the pathway.

Aro took a defeated huff and stepped forward, leaving her a few steps behind. He faced the door, wooden and splintery, yet steadfast. He balled his fist up on his exposed arm and bashed against the door with firm thuds.

The door swung open instantly.

Arabella stood with a moderately confused look for a moment, then her pretty, freckled face turned to a deep scowl as she recognised who was knocking.

Her hair was a deep auburn, short and styled into a wild bob cut. Her lips were plump, and eyes smoky grey. Her moderately sized bust seemed feeble in comparison to Trysh’alia, but her pear-shaped body was beautiful, and firm. What she lacked on the top she well made up for with her bottom half, with hips wide and ass large, and long legs clad in tight leathers which Aro knew had taken her multiple attempts to get over that perfectly chiselled rump she had.

Trysh watched as Arabella stepped forward, flexed her impressive muscles angrily, and without much of a warning she gave Aro a firm backhand across the cheek. The elf winced, and immediately went up to the hero who saved her life hours before, concerned as Ara seethed through gritted teeth.

“You fucking asshole! You’ve got a lot of nerve to come waltzing back up to my home at dinner time with the way you fucking left me!” Even though her voice spat with anger, Trysh had spoken to hundreds of people in the past, she knew that this Arabella was desperate to hide the joy in her voice.

Trysh could see how Aro was attracted to her, the muscles on her arms were well defined, and the tight maroon vest clung to her body to show the small lumps of her abs. Far more muscular than she, but Ara clearly worked hard at the forge. “You fucking show up out of fucking nowhere with an elf bimbo because you’re too broke to afford a room to fuck her in! I run a forge Aro, not a brothel.” The beats came in hard and fast as Aro desperately tried to block them, yet the smacks came over his head and shoulders, in different speeds and directions.

He eventually managed to shift his body to the side and reach up and grasp her wrist. “You are so damn lucky I don’t return your sword point fucking first.” Her eyes locked onto his, her chest swelling up and pushing back with her heavy breaths. Aro gazed at her ash grey eyes apologetically, and released her wrist from his firm hold. She huffed hard, shaking her head and resolutely placed her hands on her impressively wide hips.

“You really live up to that red hair huh?” Aro softly rubbed the sore parts of his body, turning his head to look back over his shoulder at Trysh, who sheepishly smiled at him, then awkwardly at Arabella. “And she’s no whore. She’s a follower of the Temple of Vernande, can’t you tell by the robes or are you too busy paying all your attention to your favourite customer?” Aro stepped aside to allow Ara to get a better look at Trysh. She quickly gave the elf the once over, seeing as her thick thighs poke out between the slits of your robes.

“Good evening Arabella, I’m Trysh’alia. Umm, I hired him actually…” She gracefully glided forward with her small hand extended for a shake. Ara looked the elf up and down and took it for a soft, feminine shake.

“Aro always liked Elves with giant tits.” She shot her client an accusing glace, while Trysh blushed and softly rubbed her thighs together. “Come on in. I have a stew going. Um? Now why should I exactly let you in Aro?” Before Aro could follow his stacked client into Arabella’s home, the fiery woman flexed her arm and pressed it against the doorframe, cocking a brow and an accusing pout. “You gotta make it up to me.”

“What do you want me to do for you? Last time you asked me something like that it was under a very different context Ara…” The womanising wink and smile followed; that familiar look that Ara always fell for, even when they were young. She had always desired him, but unlike most women, that dumb look on his face either led to a punch to the jaw or a cute, out of character swoon. Both, Aro was sure, meant the same thing.

Ara responded with the latter, rolling her eyes and trying to hold back the flirty grin. She turned and allowed him in, shutting the door behind him. Trysh was standing in the centre of Ara’s home. One table small enough to fit three or four people, a fire pit that burned chunks of wood up into a built-in chimney. But all around the floor were vastly different works of steel and iron, sheathed weapons beside many pieces of skimpy armours. Trysh gave a bashful look to Aro who now stood beside her.

“Bikini armour is all the rage with young women these days. I dunno who started it but I’m good at making armour sexy, so more gold for me I guess, there’s more in the shop if you’re intrigued.” Trysh’alia scoffed cutely, and scanned the room until she met with an iron door with the words “FORGE” etched into the metal. The elf shrugged, and made her way to the door.

“I shall, I must say the latest fashions does interest me, even if it’s so…raunchy.” She gave the only man in the room a shy look before moving into the forge.

“Are you hungry? I always make more stew for lunch the next day but I think I can manage two servings…Otherwise…I have other things you can snack on to tide you over Aro.” With her back facing him, she looked over her shoulder at him and gave a teasing look with squinting eyes. Softly she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her hips sway and her firm ass to look even more appealing under those skin-tight leather leggings.

Aro chuckled, moving to approach Arabella. Swiftly he unclipped his pack from his belt and let it fall to the floor with a dense thud. He wrapped her arms around her wide hips, and nuzzled her neck before moving his hands up her body, fingers tracing over her tight abs. She leaned back into him, letting go of the wooden spoon she was stirring the meat stew with and basked in the feeling of his rough, manly hands on her body.

A soft kiss pressed on her jaw, which made her grin and bite her bottom lip. His growing bulge had started to press hard against her firm, peach of an ass. “I’ll make you feel really good before dinner. Then if you’ve forgiven little old me…Maybe tonight we could…”

“Shh….You know you already have me baby…” She mewed softly, twisting her head as Aro went in for another kiss. She pushed her lips against his, all while she fumbled with the string that tied in a criss cross over her crotch, securing her leggings in place. After the soft kiss she quickly spun and pressed her body onto him, flicking her wild hair back away from her eyes as she looked into his with a look of overwhelming affection.

She loved him with all her heart. She had given her body to him over and over since they first started to discover the wonders of sex; she was certain he knew all about it, how she wanted to be his wife, to bear his children. But alas she also knew she wasn’t the one for him, his love awaited somewhere…And the sinking thought that she was in fact in her forge made her sad. But that was the future, now all she wanted was him.

She pressed her hands against his armour covered shoulders, and pushed down on them, guiding the love of her life to his knees. He grinned up at her as she pulled the tight leggings from her hips down lower and lower with hard pushes; her ass jiggled and firmly bounced as she shifted her weight from left to right to get the leggings down low enough for him to be greeted by her bare pussy.

Trysh, thinking that the two humans needed some time alone, had started to look around the forge with little interest in anything within. In truth she had little care for this whorish clothing, if she could even call it that; she thought it rude to tell her what she really thought of them to Aro’s attractive friend. But even then, when she looked upon a small golden bikini top, with long thin chains of silver connecting to thin looking metal underwear that protected little to nothing other than the female sex and breasts. It made her raging libido grow, wondering if Aro would like to peel all that metal from her body instead of that fit blacksmith.

She heard the loud thud that came from the other room, with a concerned brow raised she swiftly and gracefully made for the door, opening it just a little to see if the source of the mess she was making in her underwear had been knocked out by this Ara.

She saw her bodyguard on his knees, face buried firmly into her crotch. The smithy was leaning back and bracing herself against the nearest stone wall whilst her other hands roughly combed through his hair. Blood rushed to her needy virgin pussy more intensely than she had ever felt before. The hard desire to release doubled over as she watched the two attractive humans commit an act she was desperately observing. To say she was shocked was an understatement, the cold spectre of jealousy gnawed at the back of her mind but was no match for the burning lust for the man eating out another woman. Even though she wanted him to do that to her, she strangely felt equally euphoric watching him give pleasure to a woman that was not her…

There was a slick sheen to Ara’s pussy, with clear and sticky strands connecting her cunt with her leather leggings. Like he usually would with her, and any other woman he ate out, he followed the same routine, long and tight licks up and down like he was painting a fleshy wall with his tongue, proceeded by fast, clockwise licks between her folds that always made Ara’s pussy push outward like it was kissing him back. He moaned loudly, that caused Ara to shush him through a voice that clearly told him (and Trysh watching from the other room) that she was enjoying every millisecond.

“Shhhhh baby, she’ll hear you from the forge…”

Aro’s wandering hands made their way up the blacksmiths hard body, running them under her skin-tight vest to feel her muscles which bumped over her body. From the angle he was kneeling, the erection running down his leg was at its fullest, pushing hard against his trousers that formed a monstrous bulge that looked more like a forearm was pushed under his slacks. It was like a caged animal, throbbing, twitching and pulsing against the fabric. It wanted to feel her touch again, like the last time.

The feeling of Ara keeping his face firmly against her flexing pussy was relentless, but Aro felt the need to show this girl who was really the dominant one. With that natural strength of his, Aro pushed Ara from him, leaving his face a shining mess of her excitement. Before Arabella or Trysh’alia could even react to his rough stubble glazed with a woman’s addictive nectar he was up on his feet, lifting the smithy up by her firm, perfectly huge ass and hurriedly turning her on the table. He laid her there, to which she let a drawn-out moan escape her lips.

She knew what he liked, quickly she tightly wrapped her thick thighs around his head and gripped his hair as he owned her cunt by pushing his tongue between her sensitive folds to fuck her with his tongue.

Trysh, with her puffy lips parted to exhale long, shaky alluring breaths could feel herself dripping her juices onto the floor of the forge, squatting on her feet with no issue as she watched the scene before her. It was certainly not the first time she had seen sex, travelling across the kingdom to heal people meant she saw some things…But nothing compared to watching the man she wanted and a woman she had grown more and more attracted to…It was making her realise things that she wouldn’t have ever thought when she was with the temple, and she started to feel her shame for a hungry pussy faulter the longer she watched Ara writhe around and arch her muscled back on the table.

Arabella stopped caring if the bimbo in the other room could hear them, in fact, with a body like that she would have welcomed the short beauty to suck and fuck the man she loved whilst he made her cum. As always Aro’s tongue was unwavering in its desire to give her pleasure, her eyes crunched shut and her fingers rigidly made a mess of his hair. “Baby….I’m cumming, don’t stop!!!” she moaned before letting out a heavy, guttural moan as her cunt spasmed and leaked a hot creamy substance into Aro’s mouth.

As he would with every woman he worked his magic on, he licked and sucked and kissed her cunt even through her orgasm, and swallowed her leaking cream straight from the sauce. Ara grinned and shivered as he kept pleasing her, giving a playful wiggle of her hips as the post orgasmic bliss set in. Aro pulled his face out from Ara’s legs, strands of her cum connecting her lips to his own. She grinned and nibbled on the fingernail of her index, the flushness on her cheeks making her freckles even more noticeable.

“You may be an asshole at times baby but I can’t deny you know how to make a girl feel special…” She rose up and pushed her arms back to brace herself on the table, throwing her small chest in front of him. Aro chuckled and kissed her, she kissed back, swooning for him with every passing moment.

“So… Shall we skip dinner?” He asked between the soft, tender kisses. Ara coo’ed and pouted her lips at him.

“Woah woah…Down boy…We have all night baby. All. Night.” She gave one last kiss on his lips before dismounting from the table, and made her way to the iron door of her forge with a slight wobble in her step. She made sure to give her wide hips that little extra sway, so her firm ass chewed and swallowed her tight leather leggings for Aro’s viewing pleasure.

Trysh had barely enough time to readjust herself, her eyes were still wide and pussy still throbbing with second hand pleasure, how desperate she was to feel what Ara was feeling…So desperate in fact that her rationalisation on breaking her vows of celibacy had started to grow stronger than ever before. She rose back to her feet from her squat, walking to the other side of the forge beside a heavy iron anvil; the back of her dress getting caught between her thick ass cheeks which resulted in her giving it a slight tug free. She pretended to observe a piece of silver bikini armour…More of a leotard than a two-piece armour suit. There was a deep neckline, clearly made for a curvier female, Trysh only naturally deduced it would be an elf seeking such an erotic and beautiful piece.

The door squeaked open, and Ara’s pear-shaped body stood in the doorway. Her hands placed on either side of her wide hips as she smiled with her messy hair. “Dinners on the table. Hope you like meat stew.” Trysh could hear the giddiness in her voice, and the burning jealousy returned to her. She smiled however, and strutted toward her with the click of her snubbed heels against the stone floor of Arabella’s forge.

“I do enjoy stews of any kind.” She flicked her bleach blonde hair and stepped past her, hiding the heavy blush on her cheeks as she swayed her hips back and forth toward Aro who sat on the table.

Ara’s taste was still strong in Aro’s mouth, every time he slithered his tongue around his mouth, he could feel her addictive nectar brush against his taste buds; which in turn caused his heavy bulge throb. The radiant elf stepped into the room and immediately he hurried to pull the closest chair to him out for his client to sit. He was fully erect, bulge clear as day

“Ara’s stew is very addictive…One you get a taste you won’t want to stop. Once she mixed it with this huge sausage and, well, it was damn good.”

The blacksmith stifled a grin and shook her head, in her hands she held two bowls of steaming stew and placed them each in front of the twosome. The smells were vibrant. Meaty with the strong hint of spice and vegetables. Aro saw Trysh take a long sip and lick her plump lips. Her knife ears flicked backward after taking in the smell and looked up at him with a cocked brow.

“This smells great Ara! A smith and a chef, I’m impressed. I cannot wait to have a taste.” She said, still staring at Aro with her shimmering doe eyes. “You seem to be really fond of that sausage Aro… Do you know where she got it from? Maybe we could all get one to share if it’s so *big*.” Inside Trysh was screaming, the desperate feeling of needing to decide what to do: Meditate, or touch herself…The latter starting to feel was going to be her choice after speaking so lewdly.

Her man was mid sip of the warm broth when she spoke, which caused him to spit the food out and cough profusely. The red on his face was akin to the slice tomato that floated in the tasty broth. The smith opposite him had a look of amusement on her face, yet behind it he could find the smoky look of hunger in her eyes.

“Well…It might be too big for you…and I don’t think it’s the kind of meat you’ll be used to.” A jolt up his spine rippled through his body which caused him to sit up straight. He felt the toes of the blacksmith’s feet stoke up his thigh, her foot rubbing his long, thick bulge. It throbbed at her touch, which made her lean forward and stare at him. Resting her chin on her palm she innocently tapped her nails against her cheek, a sly grin on her full lips formed. Leaning back in front of Aro she stretched and let out a satisfied sigh, a move that intentionally exposed her hard nipples stabbing against her skin-tight vest. Trysh pouted under her spoon, heart thudding at a rapid pace as she watched the thick sexual tension grow as the seconds passed.

The awkwardly sexual tone of the room continued through dinner. Trysh only started to feel worse and worse as time drew on and on, as the night had begun to fully take hold over the town of Riverun. With her bowl of stew consumed she sighed and smiled at Ara. “That was delicious. It feels like an age since my last good meal!”

“Hm? Oh, thank you lady priestess. It was a pleasure to serve such a lovely young woman.” She barely looked in Trysh’s direction, Aro had taken her full attention, so much so that the elf could see the excitable tremble on the blacksmith’s fingertips. The elegant elf snorted humorously at her comment; she was well over two hundred years old. Hardly a young woman, but she gladly accepted the comment.

“I guess it’s time we head for the harbour now, Aro?” She cocked a brow at him to which he softly frowned. It made her heart flutter; would it be bold of her to think he wanted her to stay as much as she wanted to be with him?

“Nonsense.” Ara butted in, speaking her toes as wide as possible to get a good grip of the girthy stick she was pleasuring under the table. “I have a spare bedroom, rest for the night, have a nice long bath and your handsome bodyguard can take you in the morning.” Ara beamed at her, Trysh beamed back, dimples forming on her cheeks and her ears flicked with thankfulness.

“I will graciously accept. But…What about you Aro?”

“Don’t worry about him…He can sleep…Elsewhere.” She shot him a deep, hungry look and pouted her puffy lips at him. He grinned, and allowed his legs to open wider for her to get a better angle for her foot to give him more pleasure. Trysh blushed, fingers softly vibrating, untouched pussy leaking so much she had to press her thick thighs together to try and stop the almost constant flow of lust. She had to leave; she could not take the fact that she wasn’t on his mind. Standing, she smiled and averted their gaze.

“Then I shall retire. I wish you both sleep well….” She made for the winding wooden stairs; in a desperate attempt to get the attention of her companion she tried to add that little extra to her hip movements, slowly curling one foot over the other with each step up the staircase, long, thick legs slipping out of the slits of her robe as she went. Eventually she was out of sight, and made for the one room she recognised as a guest room.

Ara stood first. And the adventurer followed soon after. There was a silence between them as they met in the middle of the room, Ara beginning to unclasp his plates from the body which she craved so much. Dense thuds sounded as each piece fell to the floor, and when she got up from taking his chin plates off, she lightly grasped his rough, calloused hand and began to lead him up the stairs. Her breathing became heavy, and her eyes flicked from his face to the well-defined bulge running ten inches down his leg. Every so often, she licked her lips and grinned; which led to him grinning back.

Ara led him past the closed guest bedroom, toward the end of the hallway where the master bedroom lied. Aro didn’t need to be guided there, he had joined her there a great many times since they were eighteen; instead, his focus was on her leather leggings that sank between each cheek with her slow, deliberate steps. She opened the door and ushered him in first by giving him firm pushes against his chest. She did not stop until the pits of his knees pressed against the foot of her green sheeted double bed. “Sit.” She spoke. He obliged. Quickly after she straddled one of his legs, firmly planting her round, fat ass on him. The kiss followed. A wet, hungry one that she commanded. Moaning with a cute softness that was rather unlike her. The noise of their lips smacking together was heard quietly though the home, the muffled sounds of their passion making it into Trysh’s hypersensitive ears.

She had changed her robes into the familiar pink silk nightgown that she regularly wore to bed. Only now her soaked panties were carelessly tossed on the floor. If they were going to dry, she couldn’t keep wearing them. Her pussy was swollen up and begging to be touched, every move she made caused more sticky liquid to flow from her. The beautiful elf chewed her puffy lip and started to stroke the gap between her massive tits which the nightgown had caused; temptation plagued her, and was winning.

Ara broke the kiss as it became more impassioned, harder and erratic. Roughly she peeled her skin-tight vest up and over her head, tossing it to the floor before holding Aro’s face and guiding his head to her perky, small tits. She threw her head back as she let out a moan, he had begun to kiss and nibble on her. A giggle escaped her, and with it she slithered off his leg to his side. On all fours she arched her toned back and poked her huge ass up in the air, swaying it as she fumbled with his slacks to untie them. For any normal man, undoing the tie would have been enough, but Arabella knew the man in her room all too well.

She gripped the waist of his trousers and roughly pulled at them, down his hips, and down his hairy pelvis. More and more she tugged and pulled, nearly down to his knees before her prize sprung out and smacked her on the chin. The cock was magnificently large, standing rock hard at a bitch breaking ten inches long, thick as Ara’s wrist, with protruding veins running around it for extra pleasure. She salivated as she felt the heat radiating from it. She gasped a hold on it with both hands and unhinged her jaw around the exposed purple head of his monster cock, guiding his fat tip on her widely spread lips with an erotic “Ahhhhh….mhmm.” Her tongue quickly dug under his foreskin and went to work pleasing him.

Aro let out a long, drawn-out moan as euphoric waves of pleasure rocketed up his body and down his legs. “Fuck I’ve missed you…” he said through a manly moan. One hand ran through her short red hair, combing it back to show her deep and sex hungry eyes to him. Ara resurfaced to give a purr to his words before she collected a healthy amount of spit and shot it onto his shaft. Her hands slid over the wet saliva and she begun to coat him in her fluids. With a deep grin she resubmerged herself and started sucking with a deep vigour. Aro saw how her impressive biceps flexed as she pumped him, and liked it.

Her moans and sighs began to fade, replaced by slurping and sucking noises as she got more and more into servicing Aro’s cock. She no longer made teasing seductive glances up at him, instead all of her focus is on that magnificent member. Despite all her best attempts, however his size was far too immense for her to get deeper than five inches. Even so, precum continued to seep out of his bulging head, like a broken water pump that seemed to always trickle out water. In a move which he had done many times in the past, Aro released the grip he had on her auburn hair to swiftly pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it away.

Letting out a loud gasp as she prodded the back of her throat with his head, the hung stud felt his toes curl as a pleasure induced reflex; along with his heavy, peach sized balls to tighten hard against the hairy ball sack. “Fuuuuuck…” he placed his hand back on her head, lacing those strong fingers into her hair and started to guide her head along with her rhythm, a firm, yet unforced push down to make his shaft disappear that little bit more into her throat.

Ara could hardly keep up with the flow of precum flowing from the cock no matter how often she swallowed, it began to drip down her chin in combination with her saliva and splash down on to her bedsheets. As his hands started to take over her head movements, she moved her own hands down to the ties of her leather leggings and began to undo them.

Her wetness had been growing since before dinner and was spreading down her thighs causing her to feel like she was sliding around in the smooth unabsorbant material. She managed to slip out of them a bit more easily than she had earlier in the evening. Fully naked now, with her leathers off, she brought one hand back up to the base of his hairy dick and the other starts rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit.

Arabella started to let the man she loved take more control of her head and focuses more on her hands, twisting the one around his base as she pumped up and down and keeping time with the circles she was massaging herself with. She relaxed her throat completely and let the stud push her to new depths around his cock. She could feel her throat stretching to what she thought was an impossible size as he finally pushed into her neck. Over halfway down, its officially a new record, the precum now flowed directly down to her stomach, no swallowing needed…

The heavy, wet GLUCK which the blacksmith made in the other room was the trigger that sent Trysh’alia’s life in a whole different direction. She would tell her children this; and would always thank Arabella for being the trigger that sent her into the sex filled life with Aro she had been always destined to have. She could not resist the temptation any longer. Sitting up from the bed she swiftly, and quietly made for the room which the wet sucking and slurping sounds originated from. Each step made her oversized tits bounce, and her robe to twist and grip around her incomparable curves. Her hands shook, and her breaths were so hot she could practically see the steam escape her puffy lips.

She squatted in front of the door, and slowly peeked into the small crack in the unclosed door. She looked in just in time to see Ara begin to throw her gloriously thick ass up and down as she twerked her hips for the man she was pleasuring. It may have been firm, but for a human she was still heavy in the lower half, large enough to jiggle enticingly as she shook her hips. Trysh’s attention moved to what her mouth was suctioned upon. Her eyes grew large and a thin line of drool dripped from the corner of her lips down between the separation of her bust.

*Goddess he’s even larger than some Feral Orcs!*

She watched as half of it disappear into Ara’s mouth, bulging the blacksmiths neck out again and again. For her, it was exhilarating. She instinctively made for her bare, untouched pussy. She let out a sharp exhale and a high-pitched moan as for the first time in her life she felt the pleasure of having her pussy touched. It was addictive, the more she dragged her fingers up and down her drooling wet folds the better it felt. She smiled and he pretty blues rolled back in her head for a moment as her sopping wet folds swallowed two of her fingers. As she began to watch her allies she groped and pulled softly at her nightgown, pulling one huge tit out with a perky bounce before she sank her free hand into her pillowy breast. She grabbed handfuls of her sensitive body and started to squeeze them firmly, relishing in the pleasure she had quickly began to adore.

Ara had suddenly hit a sweet spot with her tongue, causing Aro to grunt and pull her head up from him, in doing so the bulge in her neck slithered away like a snake in a bush. As he forced his blacksmith to emerge the cool air welcomed his cock once again, only this time glazed with glistening spit and precum. Strands of saliva connected to Ara’s lips as his cock throbbed and leaked more sticky clear liquid from the throbbing head.

It was all well and good getting fantastic head from the most attractive woman in town, but Aro needed more…As he always did. He kissed her, tasting the salty tase to pre cum on his lips as she softly dragged her fingernails up and down his pulsing veins that caused hard shivers up his body. Ara giggled in the kiss and backed away. “You always were hyper sensitive baby…”

“It’s just because you’re so sexy.”

“Why thank you…But something tells me getting head won’t tame this fucking tree trunk. How about I ride you all night until we pass out baby, Hm? you want my fat ass to bounce up and down this massive cock?” She locked eyes with him and did not await an answer; she didn’t need to; she knew the answer already. Pushing him down to lay on the bed, the red-haired blacksmith stood on her knees and straddled him just as the tip brushed against her pussy lips.

Once he was properly lined up with her entrance, she lowered her weight down. Aro immediately felt his monstrous member penetrate her tight hole and her walls grip his fat girth like a vice grip. It was too big to slide in easily and eventually got stuck at the entrance. Undeterred Ara put more weight on it, thrusting her body up and firmly pushing down again. Suddenly her gates were breached, and four godly inches slid into her pussy. She caught herself before she collapsed on top of him by pressing her palms on his chest. She gritted her teeth though the pain, throwing her fat ass up and down with a circular rotation to get him deeper. The look of shock on her face slowly melted into one of pure pleasure as she continued with her lips curling into a sexy smile.

From the doorway Trysh could see the point where the two of them were connected. The way her lips gripped onto his shaft as it slid in and out was mesmerizing, but it seemed like such a shame that Ara was never able to get it even halfway inside of her. She watched as the humans’ juices ran down Aro’s long shaft and over his impressively swollen, fat, delicious looking balls. The virgin elf started to copy Arabella, holding her fingers as straight as possible as she shut her eyes tight and rode them like Ara was riding her handsome bodyguard; with it, imagining what those big balls would taste like in her pretty, drooling mouth.

Ara finally adjusted to the feeling of being impaled and was able to sit back up and straddle the man she loved properly, mixing her bounces with her circular sway of her child birthing hips. Her moans grow louder and louder and her eyes became more and more clouded and lustful as she grew closer and closer to climax.

With Ara sitting back up straight with her back muscles on full display, Trysh huffed with frustration. Her thick rear end blocked her view of what she so desperately desired. But the way Arabella’s firm, fat behind moved as she swung her hips about was just as mesmerizing. The hand playing with one of her nipples moved down to paw at and play with her larger, squishier ass, moaning breathlessly as she wondered if she could take that beastly man all the way, with her ass twerking and bouncing like the human females.

The guttural moans of Ara, and the soft, manly grunts of Aro could be heard alongside the squeaking in the bed and the wet SHLICK sounds of Ara’s moistness desperately trying to take more of his length.

It was of course fruitless, Aro had started to punch her cervix for what seemed like minutes now. Every bounce she made he felt his bulging and leaking head smack hard against a firm part of her insides, and with each thrust a slight bulge pressed against her defined muscles. Aro sank his head deeper into the pillow as the extreme pleasure of a tight pussy milking his fat cock enveloped him.

But then, in a blissful moment. It snapped inside of him. That animalistic feeling to dominate. Firmly pushed Ara as deep as she could take him; which led to her stopping and letting out a heavy “Oh Arooooo!” He reached up and wrapped his rough hand around the back of her neck and forcibly pulled her body forward, pressing their naked bodies against one another. Her glass cutting nipples stabbed his skin whilst he planted his nose on the roots of her pretty, short hair. Smelling her lusty scent made him start.

He started thrusting like a mechanical piston in and out of her. The force of his increasing thrusts made her petite build to thrust up with him; and with increasing speed came the increased SHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK SHLICK of her drenched cunt. It was fast, and hard looking. Ara started to squeal in a high pitch “Oh! OH! OH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS Oh my GooOOooOOdd!”

Trysh gasped as she watched the sudden change in the man she lusted for. And with it, a third finger joined in with her squat fucking her own hand. With her other hand clutching her ass she squeezed and groped it, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She panted, eyes beginning to faintly glow pink as she squatted, transfixed on Aro breaking the poor blacksmith who had suddenly started to quiver and vibrate. The same feeling in Trysh’alia followed mere seconds later.

Not even a minute into getting pounded her pussy clamped down on Aro even harder and her desperate pants and grunts become one long protracted scream as she came hard on his cock. A huge gush of her cum surged over Aro’s hips and soaks into the bed beneath.

Her legs shook uncontrollably around her man as her wracked her body with pleasure, extending her powerful orgasm as long as physically possible. It happened soon after Ara had started to feel her post orgasmic bliss come into fruition. She felt his thick veins throb against her walls wildly, like tentacles. His moans and grunts stopped as one last powerful thrust punched the blacksmiths cervix harder than ever before. The first rope came thick and fast. Seconds long ropes of thick, potent tasting seed expelled out of him relentlessly into her. And with each rope, a moan slipped out of his lips that droned the longer a rope lasted. Ten seconds passed, then fifteen, then twenty until it started to die down.

The sex hungry elf moaned loudly, uncaring if they heard (They didn’t). The sight and sounds of him cumming sent her over the edge. Her cum and her juice squirted from her viciously as she collapsed on her thick ass, spreading her legs wide to rock her fingers inside of her. In her mind she imagined that it was she that Aro had just so forcefully inseminated, and not the firm blacksmith he had been fucking. The smell of sex filled her nose as she humped her fingers with smooth, graceful motions. She rose out her orgasm whilst she looked upon Aro’s flaccid cock flop out of Arabella. The fountain of thick, white cum followed. Trysh hungrily licked her lips, before tiredly collapsing on the floor, a panting mess with one tit free and bare, dripping sex exposed and quivering.

For her part Ara laid limply on Aro’s chest for a moment, barely clinging to consciousness as she recovered from the fucking she just received and enjoying the feeling of his cock deflating inside her. Once enough girth had subsided the large volume of semen stuck inside her began to flow back out and oozed out between their combined legs. As if that was a signal Ara took that moment to finally roll herself off of him. Her pussy stayed slightly gaped open and a steady stream of cum flowed out of her. She reached a hand down between her legs and scooped up a thick glob of his fluids on two fingers and sucked it off while staring at him with an expression halfway between tired and seductive. “So tasty. Much more than last time.” She mewed.

“I could say the same about you…” He moaned; the slightest movement of his body sent pleasurable throbs up his body. She giggled, and forced herself closer to his to give her love a kiss on the lips.

“That elf must really have you all backed up…If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to knock me up.” She reached down and scooped more of his seed that pushed out of her sore, satisfied cunt. She popped her fingers into her mouth and moaned as she swirled her tongue around his sticky, hot jizz. Pulling her fingers out with a pop she grinned and stood with wobbly legs, pressing her palm against her cum leaking hole to stop any from catching the floor.

“I need contraceptive potion. I have some in the other room…Orc level of course.” She winked, eying him up whilst chewing her lip. “When I get back, ill happy clean all that cum off that monster.” She giggled and made for the door.

Trysh took that as a signal to flee, standing with wobbly legs she weakly made it to her room before Ara stepped out and into the puddle of her squirt that she neglected to clean. She managed to hear Ara say “Guess that roof is leaking again…” as she collapsed on top of her bed. Her vagina called for more pleasure, which she softly obliged, slowly and casually she rubbed her lips, still soaked and leaking. The silk robe that clung to her had suddenly felt so nice on her sensitive body, the material stroking her skin as she bit her lip and pictured all the lewd images of Aro. She had started to become intoxicated with lust, the visuals in her mind getting to depraved sights. His cock deep in her mouth, cum glazed over the elf’s perfectly thick body. Her face down and fat ass spread, asshole puckering to receive his girth.

Another orgasm came for her, this one softer, and lacking her squirt. She grinned and giggled as her long ears flicked and twitched. “Definitely got some Orc heritage.” She coo’ed.