Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... the cool liquid soothing to his irritated throat. Before he could even watch the curvaceous she-elf leave the room, he drifted off to sleep once more.

. . . . .

Neither sun nor moon stirred him to wakefulness but rather a pulsating hunger within his loins, aneed so great that his eyes shot open and he sat up on the bed.

The source of that need stood beneath his sheets, tenting the fabric to such a degree that he briefly thought someone or something, beast or humanoid had been hiding beneath his covers.

No pain came from his wound at that sudden movement, and only a dull ache reminded him that this was, in fact, real. Tentatively, he reached down with his fingers, pulling the covers aside. He'd been given undergarments by the elves, but even those had not been sufficient to contain the beast that now protruded from his groin.

Eadric felt his breath quicken as he stared at the enormous thing, a solid ten or so inches in length and nearly as thick as his wrist. Thick veins ran up its length, throbbing eagerly, begging to be touched. How had this even happened? The only thing he could think of was the medication but... He gasped when his beastly prick lurched, a fat glob of precum oozing from the tip onto his stomach.

His cock felt hot, heavy as it pointed up at the wooden ceiling.

Looking around the room, as though making sure no one was spying on him, he wrapped his fingers around the hefty slab of meat, feeling it throb, reacting to his touch. "Fuck..." ...

... he whimpered, the electrifying touch of his enhanced manhood sending shivers through him. His arousal only increased as he closed his eyes, images of Naestra and Arahan running through his mind. Images of their soft, pillowy chests, their fat, round asses...

The door slammed open suddenly, causing Eadric to jolt and release his cock, pulling the sheets up and over the engorged thing.

Arahan tossed a few items of clothing on his bed, along with elven boots. "Get dressed, swine. You have slept long enough and you will come with me," she barked, the silver-haired beauty looking down at Eadric with barely contained murderous rage. "The rat-men are at our borders once more. You will fulfill your purpose in guiding us to them."

Before a single word could leave the man's lips, Arahan had left, a storm given mortal form.

. . . . .

Past trees taller than any tower they walked, Eadric stumbling over root and rock while Arahan followed behind him, her eyes searching every shadow and potential hiding spot. She was on edge, her bow drawn.

The spearman thought she'd simply brought him out to end him with an arrow to the back of the skull with no one watching, but they had been walking for long enough that he knew such was not the case. Not only that, but she could have easily poisoned him or ended him while he lay helpless in his bed. No, dishonesty was not a fault of hers.

Fury and violence were.

"Move, man-swine," she growled, pressing her boot to Eadric's backside ...