Chapter 1: Elf in Heat

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Ghost Wolves Tribal Lands, Federation of Larg

The breeze blowing across the endless grass cooled summer’s grip on the tundra. I brushed a strand of my light-brown hair out of my lips. I pushed it back behind my ear as I spluttered. My hair was growing longer than I liked. There hadn’t been a chance to cut my hair since we entered the orc lands. We had spent more than two weeks away from civilization.

But we had completed our goal. Six days ago, in the ruins of Holy Murathi, Angela had found the piece of her ancestor’s, the High King Peter, sword hidden in the sacred ruins of the orcs. Despite our success, there had been a gloom over the party.

Thrak bore the brunt of it.

The orc barbarian walked beside me as I rode my mare Buttercup. His shoulders bowed still by the tragedy that had befallen him. He looked like a brute—swarthy-red skin, standing taller than any human, his shoulders broad, his chest heavily muscled, his body covered in scars, fierce piercings made of bone transformed his already frightening face into terrifying—but he wasn’t as dreadful as his countenance claimed. He was a gentle, intelligent soul.

He hadn’t spoken since Sophia had been forced to exorcise the spirit of Thrak’s wife. He loved Serisia dearly, and when the foul warlock Fireeyes took control of Serisia and unleashed her mad rage upon us, it had broken him further.

Thrak had lost his wife twice.

My own heart panged. I had grown close to Thrak and Serisia. The ghost had encouraged the relationship between Thrak and myself. She was looking for a woman to take care of her husband, to love him like she had.

I think that was happening. My heart fluttered when I was around him. Despite his brutal appearance, I had met the man beneath. And I wanted him back. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear his witty conversation and startling insights.

I wanted to love him.

“We’re nearing the spot of the ambush,” Angela said. “Thrak, should we detour around?” Thrak lifted his gaze. Ahead was the hill where the orcs of the Ghost Wolves tribe had ambushed us and been slaughtered, mostly by Thrak berserking. His jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed. It pained him to rage and slaughter. It was an affliction a minority of orcs suffered from.

I placed my hand on his shoulder.

To my shock, Thrak looked up at me, his eyes studying. “We won’t find any bodies there, Angela.”

The knight turned her head around in shock, her red hair sweeping about her shining pauldrons. She was on a Quest to become a full member of the Knights Deute, one of the three orders that guarded the lands created out of the shattered High Kingdom of Hamilten. The lands once ruled by her great ancestor.

“Thrak?” I asked, blinking, surprised to hear him speak.

Xera, the elf huntress, also turned around. If I wasn’t stunned by Thrak saying his first words in six days, I would have stared in lust at the thick cock dangling between the elf’s thighs. She was naked, as was her people’s custom, and must have entered heat again. I noted her cock, but my attention was fixed on Thrak.

“A-are you... ?” I swallowed.

“He animated those corpses. There is nothing there that should concern you, Angela. Keep following Xera, she leads us true.”

My hand squeezed his shoulder. “I...”

“You have been patient with me,” Thrak said. “I needed to think.”

“On?”

“My future.” Thrak looked around the tall grass we trampled through, the stalks waving in the breeze. “Serisia wanted me to help Angela find her destiny. She believed it was as important as finding you.” His eyes were strong, even possessive, as he stared at me. His thick hand reached up and touched my knee through my red robes. He gave a squeeze. “There is nothing left for me here. My tribe is led by my brother. Our great foes have been broken. I will accompany you until the end of your Quest, Angela.”

“Your help would be greatly welcomed,” nodded Angela.

“You just like fucking him,” Sophia giggled. The acolyte, in her white robes kept clean and pristine by her priestly magic, gave Angela a mocking look. The pair were lovers and more. Sophia submitted to Angela, pretending to be her sex slave. The young lesbian savored being bound and spanked by the busty, beautiful knight.

“I do,” Angela sighed, then her eyes glanced at Xera. “And he doesn’t have the only cock tonight.”

Sophia groaned. “Oh, no. I’m sleeping by myself tonight.”

Thrak’s hand tightened on my knee as he noticed Xera’s newly sprouted appendage. “Gewin’s mighty cock, she’s as hung as an orc.”

Xera blushed, her long, pointed ears twitching as they poked through her green hair. Elves sprouted their cocks every cycle of the moon instead of having periods like a human woman. Well, a human woman that didn’t know birth control magic. Xera’s dick hardened beneath the scrutiny.

“Everyone’s staring at me,” groaned the elf. “And I was doing so well ignoring it.”

“It is midday,” Angela said, licking her lips. “We could stop for a break and you could receive relief.”

“Someone’s horny to suck a cock,” Sophia sighed. “Go on, get it out of your system.”

“Careful,” Angela said. “You keep talking to your Mistress like that, I’ll tie you up and spank you.”

“Promise?” breathed Sophia. Her nipples dimpled the front of her robes.

“Her cock is so huge,” groaned Thrak. “I shouldn’t enjoy the sight, but she is such a beautiful woman. To see the cock thrusting from the picture of femininity is arousing. I have heard it said sentient creatures always seek novel experiences, new thrills, new delights, new perversions to enjoy.”

I blushed, my eyes locked on Xera’s cock. “I understand what you mean. The picture of femininity with such an impossible object thrusting from her groin is a sight of beauty.”

Angela dismounted. “Sophia, lie on your back. You will please me with your tongue while I enjoy Xera’s cock.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Thrak

After six days of brooding on my wife’s final words and withdrawing into my grief, everything suddenly seemed so real as I stared at the beautiful Xera. Her skin, pale with a greenish cast, was smooth and flawless, flowing over her curvy ass and large, lush breasts. They were so soft and pillowy. And yet that hard cock thrust from her groin.

My dick tented my kilt. I rubbed absently at it. I hadn’t felt arousal for days. My dick ached, begging to be enjoyed as I watched Sophia dismount her mare and spread herself out on the grass while Angela straddled the acolyte’s head. With greedy hands, Sophia reached up and pulled the knight’s pussy to her hungry lips.

“Mmm, that’s it, slave,” purred Angela as Sophia pushed the knight’s chainmail loincloth to the side so she could feast on Angela’s pussy. “You’re going to make me cum while I worship Xera’s thick cock.”

“You are such a slut for my elf-dick,” groaned Xera, one hand squeezing her round breast, the other stroking her hard cock.

My eyes groaned when I noticed her dick thrust from her pussy, from where her clit should be. It merely was her clit, swelled to such a size. The fleshy shaft throbbed as Angela wrapped her pale fingers about it.

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” I groaned again as I squeezed my dick through my kilt.

“Let me help you out,” Faoril smiled.

I glanced up at the mage. Her pale face and light-brown hair reminded me of how innocent Serisia looked when I first met her at the University of Allenoth. My human wife had beguiled me from the moment I met her. And she was strong, abandoning the comforts of civilization to return with me to the nomadic life of an orc.

Faoril was just as strong. She dismounted from her horse, her robes shifting around her. Red cloth marked her a Journeyman Mage, skilled in all five elemental magic. I had witnessed her duel with Fireeyes before Angela had killed the warlock.

Impressive was the only word to describe the mage.

Faoril’s silver nose ring flashed in the sun as she knelt before me. She licked her lips. “I’ve missed your cock.”

“How cruel of me to deprive you of my majesty,” I grinned as she pushed up my kilt to reveal my thick, throbbing dick. Her hands wrapped around the brown-red shaft. Her fingers were so pale compared to my swarthy dick. “From now on, I will let you enjoy my cock whenever you want.”

Faoril stared up at me, her brown eyes doe-soft and loving. I stroked her pale cheek with my hand before I seized her brown hair and pulled her lips to my cock. Her tongue flashed pink across her lips before she opened wide and engulfed me.

“Yes,” Xera moaned. “Suck my cock, slut.”

I groaned as Faoril sucked hard on my dick while I watched Angela’s mouth bob up and down on the elf’s cock. The knight squirmed on Sophia’s face as she moaned and sucked loudly about the elf’s girl-cock. The elf shuddered, her large breasts heaving.

My dick throbbed in Faoril’s mouth. I gripped her brown hair as my hips slowly fucked my dick in and out of her hot mouth. Faoril’s tongue swirled about my shaft and played with my cock ring while her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Her hands found my balls, massaging the massive nuts as she moaned about my cock.

“That’s it, slut,” I growled. “You’re such a slut for my cock, Faoril. I love it.”

Xera’s eyes squeezed shut. “I know what you mean, Thrak. It’s so wonderful to have a slutty beauty panting after your dick, so eager to suck and worship it until you cum.”

Angela moaned in agreement. Her hands wrapped around Xera’s waist and gripped the elf’s bubbly ass. Angela’s head turned and twisted as she bobbed up and down Xera’s shaft. The knight’s hips undulated, grinding her pussy on Sophia’s hungry mouth.

The knight shuddered. Sophia was an acolyte of the Goddess Saphique. The lesbian was trained how to please women. I had heard Angela, Xera, and Faoril all gasped and shuddered on Sophia’s lips, singing praises to her skill.

It was clear that Angela was engulfed by Sophia’s skill.

“That’s so hot,” I growled. “Tonight, slut, you’re going to fuck Xera while I watch.”

Faoril’s fingers tightened on my balls and her mouth sucked harder.

“I knew you would like that.” A ripple of pleasure shot through my body from her sucking mouth. My hips pumped faster, my cock slamming deep into her mouth. The tip brushed the back of her throat. “You’re such a slut, Faoril. I love it. I can’t wait to see you gasp and shudder as your pussy spasms on Xera’s cock.”

Xera grinned at me, her ears twitching faster. She gathered a fistful of Angela’s red hair and copied me, fucking the knight’s mouth hard. Xera’s large, naked breasts heaved with every stroke, bouncing up and down.

“Pater’s cock.” My second hand gripped Faoril’s head as the pressure in my balls increased. “That is so hot to watch. Gods, yes. Fuck her mouth, Xera.”

“Shove your cock down Faoril’s throat,” Xera moaned. “Let’s deep-throat our sluts together.”

“Yes.” My hands kept a firm grip on Faoril’s head as I thrust my hips forward.

The tip of my cock brushed the back of the mage’s throat. She moaned as my dick went down her gullet into her tight throat. She swallowed, the pressure constricting about my shaft. My balls tightened in her massaging hand as her lips pressed into the base of my cock.

“That’s it, whore,” groaned Xera. “Swallow all my cock. You love it. Mater’s cock, that’s wonderful.”

I grinned at Xera and she returned it as we slammed our cocks deep down the throats of our women. Faoril moaned loudly about my dick. A wet sound emanated from below. Her right hand had dipped into her robe.

“Cum on your fingers while deep-throating my cock,” I groaned. “I want you to cum first. Only then will I dump my jizz into your mouth.”

Faoril’s eyes flashed up at me. She moaned about my dick, sucking harder. The wet sounds of her masturbation grew louder. The sloppy, sucking noise made my balls boil. I groaned through my grit teeth, fighting against the urge to spill right away.

“Oh, yes, moan louder. It feels amazing when you groan about my dick. Sophia, make your mistress cum harder.”

Angela writhed atop Sophia as the elf slammed her dick deep down Angela’s throat. The knight’s armor clinked as she shuddered. Sophia writhed herself, somehow making her body cum without even shoving her hands between her thighs while she greedily drank down Angela’s juices.

“Mater’s wonderful cock,” gasped Xera, throwing back her head and thrusting her breasts forward. Her magnificent orbs bounced and jiggled as Angela’s cheeks bulged. White cum leaked out the corners of her mouth.

The elf had cum in Angela’s mouth with her girl cock.

“Gewin’s iron balls,” I growled, my dick churning. “Xera’s cock just flooded Angela’s mouth with jizz.”

Faoril groaned beneath me. She sucked so hard on my dick. She shuddered and moaned, her throat humming about my shaft. The tip of my dick ached. The pressure in my balls churned as my lover orgasmed.

“Faoril,” I panted, ripping my cock back until only the pierced tip remained in her hungry lips, “drink my cum. Show me your love.”

Faoril’s eyes locked on mine as my balls, massaged by her lithe fingers, erupted. My cum flooded her hungry mouth. She moaned and swallowed as my jizz poured thick into her mouth. The pleasure burned through me. I groaned and gripped her head tight as she drank down blast after blast of my cum. I was backed up. I hadn’t cum in almost a week.

Only a little bit of my cum escaped Faoril’s lips. I grinned. “You were hungry.”

“I was,” Faoril groaned. “Mmm, that feels good. It’s nice to have magic in me again.”

I smiled. As a female mage, she needed cum to power her magic. She had only so much in reserve.

“I think Xera can continue on,” grinned Angela as she stood up.

“Mmm, you have some on your lips,” Xera purred, then she leaned over and licked up the line of cum that had trickled out of Angela’s mouth.

“Pater’s cock,” I breathed at the sight of the elf cleaning up her own cum. My dick twitched.

“I think we’re having a wild camp tonight.”

“Oh, yeah,” sighed Sophia, her face stained with Angela’s pussy juices. “That sounds wonderful. Guess I’m sleeping by myself.”

“Sorry,” Angela grinned. “But she only has a cock for three days. We can’t let it go to waste.”

Acolyte Sophia

It was hard not being a little jealous of the attention Angela paid Xera and Thrak. I understood that my lover was bisexual. She wasn’t a lesbian like me. It would be so much simpler if she were. I knew she cared for me, but it saddened me that no matter how well I made her pussy cum or how much joy Angela took in dominating me, there was one thing I could never give her.

A real cock that could cum.

I wanted to give her every delight possible. I didn’t mind that she took other lovers. I wasn’t about to be faithful. There were so many pussies in the world that I needed to sample and spread Saphique’s love to. But I just wished Angela’s partners were all women.

Even Xera was fine for twenty-five days a month. It was those three days when she had her cock that unnerved me.

I was sworn to never let a man touch me. Even a woman with a cock would violate my oath, as I discovered first hand when the karabasan spirit possessed Angela, gave her a dick, and then forced Angela to fuck me with it. I had to be re-blessed in a temple to Saphique to cleanse the taint of having been touched by a cock.

We camped for the night in a dell. I was eager to be out of the orc lands. We had only a few more to go before we were back to civilization. I was fortunate to have magic to keep Angela, Faoril, and myself clean. Xera somehow didn’t get dirty—elves were lucky—and the dirt seemed ... appropriate on Thrak, enhancing his barbaric presence.

He had a musk that was powerful and made Angela and Faoril swoon.

I did not get the appeal.

I stretched out on my bedroll away from the fire. It was clear the four of them were about to engage in cock-laden sex. I rolled myself up in my blankets and lay on my side away from them, trying to ignore the gasps and moans and find sleep.

Traveling was tiring, and my eyes drooped. After over two months of travel, my body was no longer soft like it had been at the temple. I didn’t require a goose-down mattress to sleep upon and silk sheets wrapped about me. I learned to sleep anywhere.

It was such a precious skill.

My eyes drifted off into sleep. Into my dreams. Something touched my thoughts. Feminine arms engulfed me. I shuddered. I had felt this sensation once the night before I left Shesax with Angela. The embrace of my Goddess summoning me to her paradise.

I smiled in anticipation.

Xerathalasia

“Fuck her hard,” growled Thrak as Angela sucked on his hard dick. “I want to watch my Faoril gasp and moan on your dick.”

I grinned at the orc as he reclined back, using his rolled up kilt as a pillow. “I will. Your slut will cum so hard on my cock. Every Thosian woman loves my dick.”

“We do,” Faoril gasped. “Every Thosian maid whispers tales of the prowess of elf-cocks.”

“On your hands and knees,” I told the naked mage as I stroked my hard dick. My pussy clenched as Faoril rolled over and presented her pale ass and her pussy covered by her curly, brown pubic hair. I smacked her butt. “That’s it.”

“Fuck her hard,” Thrak grinned. “I want to watch her cum.”

“I thought orcs were supposed to be possessive,” Faoril purred as she stared at the orc.

“I know my cock is the best,” he shrugged. “You’ll be coming back for it.”

When we first met Thrak, I never thought he and Faoril would have a relationship. She had despised the brutish orc. And then she had stripped naked and let Thrak fuck her to calm his berserker rage. Something happened between them. When they returned, an intimacy had formed.

I was glad for them. The orc needed that intimacy. Without it, I think he would have sunken into despair and never emerged again after losing his wife a second time.

“Come on, Xera,” groaned Faoril, wiggling her juicy ass at me. “I’m so horny.”

“Patience, slut,” I grinned. I liked that word. Slut. The humans used it a lot. It was hot calling a woman my slut, especially when she was eager for my cock.

I leaned over, my pussy juices dripping out of my folds and running down the length of my cock. They tickled my tip as they gathered. I shivered at the delightful sensation as I leaned over and nuzzled my face into her soft, wet folds, her curly pubic hair tickling my cheeks, and licked.

Her spicy, earthy musk coated my lips. Humans had such a saltier flavor than elf cunt. I missed the flowery nectar of my wife, but there was something wonderfully wicked about nuzzling into a human’s pussy and swirling my tongue through her folds, gathering up her juices while she moaned and gasped.

Thrak watched us. His hand gripped Angela’s red hair, sliding her mouth up and down his cock as he grinned at me. I pressed my lips deeper into Faoril’s pussy, bringing a moan from the mage’s lips as my tongue reamed into her depths.

“Gods, yes,” she purred. “Xera, oh, yes. Get me wet for that big, thick cock reaming my pussy. I need it. I want to cum so hard.”

“I bet you do,” grinned Thrak. He reached out and squeezed Faoril’s round, dangling tit. The mage gasped and pressed her hips back into me.

“Mmm, Faoril looks like she is in heaven,” grinned Angela before she kissed down Thrak’s shaft. Her lips nuzzled at his large balls while his dick, the tip pierced by a bone ring, throbbed.

I turned my attention back to Faoril’s pussy. I spread her folds apart and dug my tongue deep into her wet, pink depths. Her juices poured into my mouth as she shuddered. My tongue explored and swirled through her folds and tunnel before I licked higher.

“Xera,” she squealed as my tongue rimmed her sour asshole. “I thought you were fucking my pussy.”

“Just keeping my options open,” I purred as my tongue pressed into her asshole. Elf and human asses tasted remarkably the same. I savored her sour musk as my fingers found her clit.

Faoril bucked as I played with her sensitive clit. Human females were denied the joy of their clits swelling into hard, throbbing cocks. I shoved my tongue deep into her asshole as my dick throbbed beneath me. My pussy clenched as I pushed a finger into Faoril’s hot, tight cunt.

My dick ached as Faoril’s pussy squeezed down on my finger. She was so wet and silky. My dick couldn’t wait to be buried in her. I loved fucking human pussy. I couldn’t knock a human up, so I could plow their pussies all I wanted.

There were perks to being away from my pregnant wife.

I sucked on her asshole as she moaned and gasped. Her hips bucked into my pumping finger while my thumb continued rubbing on her clit. Her moans grew louder. Her body trembled. I moved my lips back to her pussy, passing my pumping fingers, and sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Xera,” gasped Faoril. “Oh, gods, yes, Faoril. Keep sucking my clit. Get me ready for your cock.”

“Make the slut cum,” growled Thrak.

“Mmm, yes,” purred Angela, her lips still playing with Thrak’s balls while her hand slowly jerked him off.

“Slata’s hairy cunt,” gasped Faoril.

Her pussy spasmed on my finger. A flood of her delicious juices poured into my mouth. I drank them down while she came. My own pussy ached in sympathy while my dick throbbed. I needed to fuck her. I rose and lined my dick at her snatch’s pink hole.

“Mater’s cock,” I cursed as I sank into the wonderful heaven of a tight pussy. Angela’s mouth earlier today had been wonderful, but there was no substitute for the hot, wet grip of cunt.