A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A

... top of Annie.

Arabella ignored them, finding herself in sole possession of a hard male. She pulled Falco’s leggings off. His underleggings came off with them.

Falco watched the other two trying to punch each other while Arabella stripped him. Beckah had a heck of a scratch on her cheek. She pushed her palm into Annie’s face and held her down on the floor, straddling her while blood ran down her face and dropped from her chin. He had never seen two women fight before. He almost shot his load.

Arabella had him naked below the waist. She lay beside him pushing her own leggings down to her ankles. She pulled one foot out then used the other foot to launch her leggings across the room, leaving her equally bottomless. Her snow white pubic hair contrasted beautifully with her dark blue skin. She parted her indigo thighs for him to see how invitingly pink she was inside. His eyes widened at the view she willingly presented. “You want in here?” she asked.

She got on top of him. “Show me how your can fuck a Dark Elf.” she demanded but did not yet insert him into her. First, she pulled her top off to show him her big, unusual tits. She seemed to want to show them.

She had not been stuffing. Released from the restraint of her top her breasts thrust out an incredible distance from her chest. She sat there smiling and letting him admire the cantilever jutters that stuck out without a hint of sag. Falco thought here was no way those hooters could resist gravity like that; ...

... surely she must be using some magic spell to get them to stick out as far and as high as they did.

Her large puffy nipples were purple. She leaned forward and stuck the left one into his mouth. He happily sucked on it and felt the nipple becoming erect as a reward for his efforts. He tasted a fluid squirting into his mouth and he realized she was squirting milk. Warm milk. Dark Elf milk.

It tasted a little like butter milk and burnt his tongue as if slightly acidic. “I need my mammary glands empty” she whispered. “They’ve been uncomfortably full all day waiting for a man to suckle me.” She cradled his head close to her bosom and enjoyed the incredible feeling of her breast pumping milk into her lover’s mouth. Her mammaries already felt better. “Feed from me like a hungry child” she breathed contentedly into his ear and kissed his forehead.

Beckah and Annie forgot about their differences and came over to encourage Arabella to keep nursing. Beckah aimed Arabella’s unused breast at Falco and squeezed milk all over his face. It sprayed out of Arabella’s teat from a dozen different pores, thin, tiny streams of milk shining in the candlelight and landing all over him. They giggled when they saw how it stung his eyes.

“I wish I had some for you.” Beckah told him wistfully, aching to know what it was like to nourish a man.

When her breasts were sufficiently lightened Arabella announced to Falco “it’s time for intercourse, you sadist! Fuck me so it hurts.” She raised her ...