Spitroast Gone Wrong
Lokk grinned as her dick plunged into the elf-girl’s tight pussy. Her partner, Arotharz, had jammed her own engorged prick into the whiny elf’s mouth, finally silencing her annoying pleas for them to not have their way with her.
The two seven-foot-tall orc huntresses hadn’t expected to come across such a delightful surprise on their hunting trip, but the tall, busty hermaphrodites weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not one as rare as an actual elven maiden foolishly bathing in their territory. Now the pair of lusty orcs had the tiny little elf suspended between them, her legs and arms dangling helplessly as they thrust their engorged members into her, her slight breasts jiggling pertly on her chest.
Lokk grunted and shifted her grip on the elf’s waist around. She was loosening up, her pussy taking more and more of the orc’s enormous shaft with every powerful thrust. She grinned at Arotharz, who seemed enthralled with how the elf was servicing her own fat cock with her mouth, her hands palming the elf’s surprisingly-large breasts.
Distracted by the sight, Lokk was drawn back to her own pleasure when the elf’s hips met her own, her ass pressing against her own long, muscular torso. That was unexpected – not even Arotharz could take her full length so easily. The elf’s pussy twitched hungrily, and she began to thrust against the taller orc on her own, trying to drive the orc’s cock even deeper into her womb.
Lokk pulled back slightly, confused by the elf’s sudden change in demeanor, and discovered that her feet were standing flat on the ground – which was clearly impossible, as Lokk was easily two feet taller than the waifish elf. But there it was; in fact, she seemed to be bending over slightly to make sure that Lokk’s cock stayed buried within her apparently bottomless pussy.
Arotharz roared as she came, distracting Lokk from this obvious optical illusion. The elf’s lips were locked around the base of the orc’s penis, the entire massive length filling her mouth and visibly bulging out her throat. The elf’s cheeks had caved inward in a show of incredible suction, her throat swallowing the orc’s load eagerly. Lokk’s own orgasm was imminent, and, releasing a roar of her own, she plunged her sword deep into the elf’s scabbard, gushing a huge volume of semen into her.
As Lokk shuddered through her orgasm, the elf drew her head off of Arotharz’s cock, easily overcoming the orc’s hold on her head. “Delicious,” she said, licking her full, plump lips. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, creating a massive valley of cleavage that hadn’t been there just minutes before. “Ready for another round, you stud?”
Lokk laid on the ground, vision swimming. Despite her exhaustion, her cock still stirred as the elf-maiden stood over her, grinning horribly at her defeated state.
“I thought orcs were supposed to have stamina,” she taunted, her hands placed on her hips. “You two got tired right when it was getting fun.”
The little elf had transformed into a monster, nine feet tall with breasts as big as pumpkins and an apparently bottomless sexual appetite. Lokk had dimly heard of this sort of thing – a rare mutation in certain elves that caused them to always be able to match their partner’s libido, no matter the physical changes required to do so.
“I’m going to have to take all your stuff to make up for such a naughty thing you did,” she continued, the wording alone enough to make Lokk’s cock switch with renewed arousal. “I wonder if they’ll even recognize me back at home?”