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Kalin's eyes roll back as she tastes this wonderful cum, pressing the length of her tongue against the flesh in order to get as much of a full taste as she can before she flicks the tongue upward toward the head. "Oh, gods...!" The dancer says. "I can practically taste the maleness in here. It's going to rape my eggs until they become babies!"

Sweat beads on Elicia's forehead at the dancer's words, and her lips quiver, but she stands firm. This isn't the only one who became addicted to her cock after they enjoyed an evening together, but this is the first time someone has gotten this riled up after a simple tit fuck. If she's naturally this crazy, then Elicia needs to make sure that she's truly addicted before something really dangerous happens. "Well, that seems to be enough now. Why don't you get on the ground and let me give you that rapist cum, huh?"

Kalin hisses, gripping her hands around the length and pulling her in close, her eyes going beady. "No. It isn't clean yet!" she cries.

"It's... It's clean enough...!" Elicia says, grabbing a handful of the dancer's hair in her hand. "Now, be a good breeder and get on your stomach!"

Kalin ignores the tugging, her eyes focusing on that mushroomed cockhead. "No... I need to make sure its clean... outside..." she slips her tongue up under the glans, following the trail until the tip presses against the urethra. "And in."

With her mouth open wide and her eyes locked upon the gracious elven lover, Kalin forces the tip of her tongue up against Elicia's hole. The muscle wriggles in easily enough, but she has to hold on tight to the dick as Elicia's grip tightens on her hair.

"W... what the fuck are y-youaaah!?" Elicia stumbles back, but Kalin uses her nimble moves to spin her partner around, pushing her up against the railing now so that she wouldn't fall back. Now with that support, the dancer can truly focus.

Elicia is no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh when it comes to her male member. She had tested it out immediately upon receiving it, and used its dark magics to enthrall and impregnate many women in the past. Generations of shorter-lived races carried her seed, and in that time, she has perfected so many techniques with her cock, that she considered herself more proficient with it than anyone naturally born with one.

But never in her elven lifespan had she ever had someone shove their hot, wet, wriggling tongue into her pisshole. She lets go of Kalin's hair, gripping onto the banister, her whole body tensing up as the extreme sensation shoots down her dick and up along her spine. It only gets more intense when Kalin pushes the muscle in deeper, spreading the hole and making a little lump in her flesh where she plumbs.

Elicia moves one hand up over her hair, staring down with beady, crazed eyes. "Y... you're insane!" she huffs. This... this can't possibly feel good. You can't possibly take your tongue and... and..."

That's when Kalin lowers her head, wrapping her lips around the shaft, holding it tight with surprisingly powerful suction. The added push shoves more of her tongue down inside, licking up all around the walls, cleaning the thing entirely out.

Elicia throws her head back, and it is her, the dominator of many women, the toppler of many lords, and the schemer of many schemes, becomes just another wanting pile of flesh. She falls to her knees, her body drenched in the sweat of her indulgence, yet Kalin does not stop.

The dancer gets down onto her stomach, following the flow of the song as she bobs her head, hooks her tongue, and tends to every inch within that pole.

Inside that demonically-gifted member, more of her potent seed churns, ready to embed itself all over and inside the dancer's mouth. The elf's gasps come higher and higher with each bob of Kalin's head, but she does not see release, not until Kalin is good and ready, it seems.

With a cry like that of a parched traveler, she calls to her by name. "Kallliiin, pleeaaaase!"

That's the cue the dancer waits for, and she pulls her head back, letting her tongue slip out of her lover's body and back into her own mouth. She left at just the perfect time, leaving the elf on the edge, but not letting her cum.

Elicia sits there, her chest sticking out, her hips pushed up as far as they can go, and her mouth left agape, her eyes tearing up. Could it be... that someone... anyone... was able to blue ball the great Elicia?

Kalin sits there on her hands and knees, her tongue running along her teeth like some kind of hungry animal, a growl rising from beneath her throat. "Something the matter, lover?" she asks. "Are you pent up--ready to explode? Maybe there's a hole you can fill just for that?"]

Elicia grits her teeth. The elf has never been teased so, not by the most powerful of generals or magi and certainly not from the lowliest of street whores. She silently stands, gazing down upon the presented dancer, with her breasts squished against the cool tile and her hips raised in the air, ready to receive the demonic member she possesses. Her pride tells her to kick the dancer out right now, but her need throbs down between her legs, the warmth spreading throughout her body. A sharp pain accompanies the overfilling of her sacs. She knows all-too-well that this is a stipulation of her curse--if she were to get aroused past a certain point, she must finish in the one that caused it. It's but a minor price to pay, as she has never felt it, save for only a scant few times before. Feeling it now fuels not only her lust, but her desire to control this desert slut.

The elf grabs onto Kalin's cheeks, spreading them wide. With no other warning, she shoves that cockhead right up against the dancer's snatch. Kalin throws her head back, her eyes rolling into her head as she knows that the seed for her most powerful child is soon to arrive within her. The ribbed texture of the cursed member is unlike any other she has felt before. She had contented herself with lustful humans in the past, each of them giving her improper, weak offspring, but this cock is so different from the others, and the father that owns it is nothing like the other men.

Elicia leans over the dancer, her arms wrapping around her, gloves groping her bountiful breasts, grabbing handfuls of the things that most clients would pay money to just see, and here she is, letting this foreigner have her way with them, licking over her neck, thrusting a giant dong inside of her, until it batters at her womb.

The city beyond pays audience to the wild and unbridled cries of passion from this suite, the sounds of their combined lust carried by the desert wind and letting the people know that finally Kalin has found someone with whom she would have a lasting relationship filled with fucks and new babies!

With a final slam, the elf's hips rub up against the dancer's ass, her guttural groan erupting from her throat and into Kalin's ear just as the cock explodes inside of her, powerful jizz bursting through her cervix and drowning her womb in the fertile rain of life.

The two women collapse, still stuck together, Elicia's body a sweaty mess, her hair disheveled, and her breath lost to her. She cannot help herself but kiss her lover's shoulder as a sign of respect. Never would she admit it, but this desert dancer has made her lose all composure, if even for a little bit. Disoriented, she just holds Kalin in close, and lets the night take the two away into sleep.

The satrap had been more than happy to see Elicia after the glowing review that Kalin had given of her. The two hit it off immediately, and soon, he was in her pocket, listening to every whispered suggestion she gave him. Each of them subtle cogs in the machine of her plans that would get her out of this rathole of a country and back to somewhere that matters.

Meanwhile, the club had to shut down for a season, their best dancer so burdened by labor that she is hardly able to move. Yet, she loves every moment of it, knowing that the child she'll bear will be the strongest yet, blessed by a powerful seed to not be a weak human.

Months pass, and her plans are fully enacted. Elicia walks down the lower deck of her luxurious ship to her personal cabin. When she opens the door, though, there sits a brown beauty, smile ear to ear with sharp teeth. In her hands, two babes suckle upon their mother's milk, their own teeth having not grown in yet. "Hello, lover," the dancer says, a seductive growl in her voice, off putting in the current company.

Elicia scrunches her nose. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were leaving the country... I figured you were busy, so I brought our children here to see their father... and come along with her to greener pastures."

Elicia sniffs, running a gloved hand through her hair. Obviously, she meant to dump this slut off at the town with her little crying flesh sacks. Now she needs to think of a good excuse.

With the speed of her skill, the mother leaps from her seat, her children resting upon it, content with their meal. She's behind the elf, a bladed ring pressed to Elicia's throat as her other hand moves down between her legs. "You weren't planning on skipping out on your children and I, were you, my love? These children are the greatest thing to happen to me and I must have more..."

Elicia gulps, feeling the blade tickle her throat. "So... you're coming with me, then...?"

"You're planning something big... something dangerous," Kalin says. "I will protect you with my life. Such a father should not be wasted."

"Very well," the elf says, a smirk forming on her lips. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a big deal after all.

Kalin relaxes her hold with the weapon, though her fingers play between the elf's legs. "That, and I need to make sure you're still faithful to me."

"W... what!?"

"Oh, yes," Kalin says, almost purring as she leans in, her lips spreading as she approaches the elf's ear. "I can't allow any other children to be made with your seed," she says.

"Only mine. Forever and always, my body will be yours, until the day you die."

"R-really?" the elf says, shakily bringing her smoking stick to her lips. "W-why's that?"

"Because..." Kalin says, rolling her tongue out, licking along her pointed lobe. "The day you stick that cock into some other slut is the day I slice your neck open, my love..."