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Portal Diving

The Tease Who Forgot About the Tail

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Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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It was then that Diana had appeared, bringing over the requested object they’d spoken about in the background. For more had been going on while Dominika had been otherwise engaged with the elf, giving her too pulsing loads of cum to her lewdly stretched womb.

Diana strolled, the dress cutting across the upper portion of her thighs. Her tail remained low, allowing the class of the outfit to cut through, though anyone who knew her would have understood exactly what it was intended to highlight. The dress left her shoulders bare with a criss-cross of fabric coming from the outside of her breasts, crossing at her clavicle and sweeping up behind her neck, where it was fastened. The dress had sleeves, running from her triceps all the way down to her wrists, yet her cleavage was lustfully exposed, showing off just one thing the draenei offered.

Yet the key feature of the dress, for which Diana was glad to be wearing it that evening, was the exposed midriff. Two slices of fabric slanted down and out from the centre point just below her breasts, only to join with the rest of the dress at her hips. The dress therefore left her stomach exposed, scooping low down but making sure still that the gentle rise of her abdomen where her womb was held was covered. Her stomach, however, was on full display, smooth and flat, very lightly toned. It would not remain such for all that much longer.

“I’m here as requested for our troublemaker, Dalia.”

She smiled warmly, suppressing a delighted shiver as Dalia eyed the large glass of neat bourbon in Diana’s hand, her fingers curled smoothly around it. Of course, it was much larger than needed for any tiny; in fact, the elf could have fit entirely inside it. Not wanting to leave the others out, the thirty-foot giantess leaned down to kiss Dalia, her lips parted for a softly inviting kiss, and then Dominika in turn, her friend’s warm breath tickling her lips.

Once she’d gained Dominika’s attention, for she could understand why the draenei had not been paying full attention before, she smiled and nodded.

“The tiny elf is the troublemaker,” she said, even though she had, duly, mouthed the code word earlier. “You know what to do.”

Dalia and Dominika were quick to confirm with a nod. It was only so they knew, clearly, they were all on the same page and nothing was misconstrued. Not that it had ever happened, but there could always be a first time.

“Very well,” Diana said. “Why don’t you…trade with me?”

Diana took a sip of her drink, dragging the moment out before an audible swallow that really didn’t have to be as loud as it was. Like everything the draenei did, or at least aimed to, it was all deliberate.

Dominika grinned while Dalia gave a softer smile, even if it was quite clear they were all in agreement there.

“Ah… I can’t…”

Dominika’s attention snapped to the elf, who she was still casually fucking. The temptation to fill her again was there, but, frankly, the stretch-ease pills could only do so much. The drone-camera was still levelled in Dalia’s tail, so it captured exactly what the draenei wanted it to, for there was really no reason for them not to continue the show the elf had at the very least attempted to start.

She held back though, resisting the temptation to lose control again, even though the elf squirmed and weakly fought. Venetia simply didn’t have the energy left in her to put up anything more of a fight, though that could have had her exploding in passion all over again. Dominika tipped her chin down, her neck tendrils twisting and curling, fighting the urge to take her “prize” as her own. The lure of sharing and seeing Diana perform was all that held her back, grunting in the back of her throat with raw need. Dalia kissed her cheek and Dominika shot her a look, even as her tendrils scooped and teased against the other draenei’s face in turn.

“You always know.”

Dalia smiled.

“That’s because I know you.”

Dominika could not deny that, not in the slightest, though her cock throbbed wantonly inside the elf. If Venetia had fought harder and protested, that might have been enough to get her to cum alone, but they were not, alas, earlier in the night, for she might well have enjoyed having even more time with the elf to enjoy. Venetia could have said the same or could have said otherwise, but Dominika would always know the truth of how the elf had moaned like the slut for draenei dick she was, impaled on her cock and helpless to resist.

They traded, Dominika accepting the glass from Diana as the other draenei’s tail sought to wrap around the elf, taking her part of the trade. As Dominika relinquished her hold on the elf, Diana took charge, curling her tail firmly around the elf, in a way that said she meant business.

However, she waited a moment, when Dominika had uncurled her tail, to take what was hers. She left the elf poised there, held upright simply from the thickness of Dominika’s cock rammed up inside her. Someone in the crowd gasped and Diana smiled. Yes, Dominika really was spectacular, though they all knew how to work the crowd, to put on even more of a performance than they were already doing. It just was their way and they would not have been as present on the floor of the club if they didn’t absolutely adore what they did.

And then her tail tightened around Venetia, taking her claim and letting the trade, at least in that way, be completed. There was no going back from there and the thought of doing so did not cross even one of their minds when the elf had done so much to harm the club already. Diana was going to have to look into whether

Venetia blinked, looking up at the third draenei, the largest of the trio. There was still a crowd hollering in the background, music pumping through the air, but it was like she was, somehow in a little space all of her own there. She squeezed, though she could not have known she was shortly to be without that horribly beautiful draenei cock inside her. Against herself, Venetia pushed her hips back and down, inadvertently adjusting the angle of her cunny on that cock. A rush of pleasure surged through her and she moaned. Even then, Venetia could barely raise her voice enough to be heard. It was a good thing that wasn’t needed anymore.

“Mm… What?”

She blinked, looking at the other tail curled around her. It took her a moment to comprehend what was happening, although nothing could have stopped the lewd groan that passed her lips as she was dragged, slowly, off Dominika’s cock. A lewd, wet slop of cum met her ears, but it almost didn’t register with Venetia that it had come from her body, that it was a sound she had made, just like that.

It felt like a loss and a relief all at once, to have her pussy empty, after being fucked for so very long. Her body needed to rest, to take a break, yet her mind, broken and addled with lust as it was, screamed that she still needed that dick – while another part of her reeled from it. It was not the kind of emotional turmoil Venetia was at all used to dealing with, nor did she personally enjoy it.

“Mmmm… Ah, what are you…”

She couldn’t get the words out, her voice rasping from her throat. Maybe she had been loud during sex… Oh, that could have been embarrassing, so very much so, but Venetia, strangely, couldn’t find it in herself to care. It would have to be dealt with later and spun to her advantage, as she always worked things, but the larger draenei’s tail tightened around her, moving down over her inflated abdomen.

She shuddered, her pussy popping free of Dominika’s cock. The draenei’s dick sprang away as she was relinquished of her elven charge, the squeeze of – ah, Diana! – Diana’s tail pushing out that cum. Venetia’d never been deflated like that before and the bubbling, churning outpouring of cum was not something she could have anticipated without feeling it all for herself. Heaving a gasp, she groaned deeply as her body was returned to something akin to its normal state, her pussy tightening up somewhat again, despite the petals of her sex remaining parted as if they were just about to accept another lewd cock up inside her.

“Not…again…”

“You don’t have words that will make things better now, little elf,” Diana said smoothly as she raised the elf, a vulgar sound bubbling from Venetia as she was squeezed harder and fully deflated. “You said we can do whatever we want to you, as long as we don’t use our hands. Isn’t that right?”

Venetia groaned, tipping her head away, her body feeling strangely and uncomfortably empty.

“Y-yes…”

It pained her to say it, but she had to. There was no point protesting, not even then, for Diana had laid it out so simply and clearly there was no way for Venetia to refute it. She still wanted to and fixed the thirty-foot draenei with an imperious glare.

“And now…I’m done. I’m not to be fucked by…by you anymore.”

Diana laughed.

“Oh, I don’t have a cock and I doubt Dalia wants to spend time with you.”

Diana said that as if she wanted to use another word other than “spend” there, but Venetia didn’t find out what the draenei wanted to say. It was funny she was in a position where she somewhat wanted to know what they had to say, even if she was not one to say she was wrong or, really, ever change her mind. She could like and want a certain dick without thinking about the draenei it was attached to, which was exactly where Venetia filed it all away mentally.

But she didn’t understand, not at all, not as she was raised higher and higher, until she was finally transferred into Diana’s neck tendrils. She gasped as they twisted and curled around her naked body, only her heels left on still – well, at least they made her legs look even more fantastic than they did normally. That was one thing she could be glad about.

Diana hummed lightly as she eyed those heels, raising the elf up over her chin with her tendrils, holding her fast. She didn’t like to…well… She didn’t like to do that when a tiny was wearing clothes, though she had made exceptions in some rare cases for a special blonde tiny. She was different and that little one was a tiny she wanted to spend time with over and over again. The elf would be like the others who’d disappeared into her stomach, with no more to the story than that.

“Would you help me, ladies?” Diana said, giving a pointed look to the elf.

Dominika and Dalia closed in, grinning as they took care of the heels, the elf squirming and protesting as the last vestige of her clothing was taken from her. Diana chuckled warmly, throatily, as the elf was stripped completely, her neck tendrils twitching out against and around the elf’s body. Those tendrils could be such sensual, sensitive parts of their bodies, though they were being used to control and dominate at that time, just so very casually.

“You won’t need them,” Dalia promised her. “Not these pretty heels… Just relax, this is all going to go smoothly.”

Venetia glowered and Dominika had to bite down a laugh, even though it would not have changed anything. She was performing for the camera, the crowd and her ladies, choosing not to break character.

Diana lifted the elf above her face, dangling her there as she tipped her own head seamlessly back. It was a move she had practised many times over, though the elf was getting the full treatment: a special case.

“Yes!”

“She’s really going to!”

“Finally!”

“That elf got all she deserved – cock too!”

The crowd cheered – well, the regulars at D3 knew what was happening and encouraged Diana on wholeheartedly. It only strengthened her resolve to make sure D3 was kept as she wanted it, as they wanted it, so all of her customers and staff were happy.

Kit hugged Zusie, the draenei shorter than her, to her side, Zusie punching the air. It was clear her shift had ended, but they’d still stuck around to see what came of the elf. Dominika really had been fucking her for that long. But it was all worth it for the elf to be put in her place, the draenei exchanging a look as their tails linked together and they relished in Venetia’s comeuppance. They likely would not think of the elf again after that night, or only to relish in just how Dominika and Diana had taken care of her.

The bartender on duty nearest learned forward, for those wanting drinks had dispersed briefly to watch the show. It was good to get a break from things, from time to time, but her role there at D3 was exactly what she needed, allowing her to go with the flow and engage with clients while enjoying the show. She was set back further from the stages, of course, for they rarely wanted drinks and clustered, dancing bodies mixing, but the raised stages still allowed her a good view across most of the club at once.

Venetia’s head spun, her pussy aching, so empty. Never would she ever have thought she’d be at all left wanting for draenei dick – but that day really had turned everything on its head in a way the elf simply could not have expected. Everything she’d planned had, very simply, not gone to plan and she wasn’t sure at all how she felt about it.

Of course, that changed the moment she was facing down into Diana’s mouth, the draenei’s lips parting further and further. It was as if she was giving a show, though that one was all for Venetia.

Horror gripped the elf’s heart and she twisted violently, suddenly finding a new burst of strength that really had not been present there before.

“Agh! No – absolutely fucking not!” She all but snarled, though her throat was still sore and her voice was raspy from overuse. “I didn’t agree to this – you can’t do this!”

“Ah-ah,” Dalia teased close by, watching with Dominika. “No hands. Those were your rules…”

“Not to be eaten!”

The word left her lips in a ragged gasp that betrayed how she was really feeling. Yet she had to make them understand that it wasn’t right, that it wasn’t what she wanted. Wasn’t consent one of the major things at D3?

But not when it came to tinies who circumvented their own rules, ultimately, and tumbled straight into the grey area of Wolfenhammer’s own rules on devouring…

“Oh, little one,” Dominika laughed, though there was no warmth in it, only cold delight. “This is what you’re meant for. Did you really think you’d get away with trying to twist and tangle things up here?”

The draenei flicked her fingers at her wrist com, opening a series of clips from the Den system. One after the other, the clips showed Venetia at the elven club, J’maime Elfe, laughing it up with the giantess owner. Another clip showed her on the owner’s thigh, sitting there and sipping a glass of champagne.

And then the clips sped up.

Venetia on all fours, being fucked by an eight-foot-tall elf.

The elf on her back, being painted with cum.

Her head between the thighs of a, perhaps, fifteen-foot elven giantess, eating her out.

In every clip, Venetia looked like she was having the time of her life and her contact with the owner, of course, made it quite clear where her allegiance lay, her loyalty. Not that D3 would ever have expected loyalty from someone who had swanned into D3 to cause trouble and make the rival club look better by proxy, but they needed no more than that.

“Do you think you’re not notorious? And I do not mean that as a compliment.”

Dominika smirked and Dalia laughed, making as if to steal the draenei’s glass of bourbon, but Dominika teasingly held it out of her reach. Venetia gasped, eyes wide in horror, though most of her vision was taken up by Diana’s mouth. The draenei’s tongue, very gently, pressed against the inside of her lower lip, not quite tempting at pushing out and over it. It might have been magnificent if the elf didn’t understand the threat behind it, even if she didn’t really think the draenei was actually going to eat her. Sure, the fear was there and she all but screeched as she curled away from her parted lips.

The world around her seemed to slow down, need heavy in the pit of her stomach. The need to be free – and even, somewhat, to have Dominika’s cock back again. Venetia was lucky she’d never again have to deal with that, either in a good way or a bad way. She twisted, her chest rising in a sharp grab of breath, but there was only so much she could do, heaving and panting, the tendrils curling demandingly around her. A thirty-foot draenei, after all, was not to be trifled with, despite there most certainly being taller giantesses in the world.

“Please… No, don’t do this!”

But there was some part of her, even though it was a very small part, that knew what was happening. She didn’t accept it, huffing and panting, hot breath raking fearfully over suddenly cold lips, though her body felt hotter than her.

“Diana’s preferred way to deal with troublemakers,” Dalia said to the hollering crowd, though her words came out almost conversationally. “Watch closely now… Her technique, dear patrons of our esteemed D3, is unparalleled by any other.”

Diana would have rolled her eyes at that ifs he was not caught up in the moment, her tongue sliding out as she poised the elf to go down her throat feet first. Venetia’s gasping squeals and broken screams were more annoying than anything else, but, in a way, she wanted to have those out there too. It was just one more way in which they could dissuade unwholesome souls from coming into their club.

The tiny body squirming against her tendrils was almost pleasant, however, as she let the elf’s legs slide over her tongue. Although Venetia did not have a bad flavour to her lustrous, pale, bare skin, she just couldn’t compare to another tiny who would forever remain in the forefront of her mind. No one could best her and, so, Diana did not let the elf linger in her mouth, merely sliding her over her tongue. Only when the elf’s feet, bare of any heels, pushed into the back of her mouth and then her throat, with a patient swallow, did she slow down.

It was not the moment for haste as she put on a show, her lips trying to curve up in a smile even then. But she had something to do as she slowly used her tendrils to feed the elf deeper into her mouth, only taking little swallows at any given time. Everyone was watching and she relished the chance to have all eyes on her yet again.

Venetia gasped. Was the draenei not going to eat her after all? Her mind pinged back and forth between one fate and another, as if they were merely going to make a show of it, threaten her and then kick her out of the club entirely. But the elf really didn’t know and she tried to kick and twist even with her feet inside the draenei’s throat.

But…it was only her throat. Never before had Venetia had her body in the mouth or a throat of a giantess – or else she surely would not have been there at all. She trembled, not knowing what to do for a moment. If she fought, would that seal her fate? Instead, she whispered.

“No…” She had to be quiet, quiet so the drone-camera did not capture her shame, the humiliation she had, ultimately, fallen into. “Please… Please, don’t eat me. I’ll never come back again, I promise. I’ll never do anything ever again, not to D3… Not to any draenei.”

Oh, how her cheeks burned to say that, but there was only so much she could do, only so much pride she could hang on to as fear clawed at her. She groaned as the draenei laughed nearby and, suddenly, Dalia and Dominika were filling her vision, two faces looming above her.

“Oh… You’re only going one way down,” Dalia promised.

“And we’ve got it all on camera.”

Dominika nodded to the drone-camera, though that was out of Venetia’s view at that time. It was not that she needed to see it, though hot humiliation rolled through her, knowing everything was being streamed and, of course, recorded too. She couldn’t even send a command to the drone-camera to stop it and having her shame on camera was, somehow, even worse than the act itself.

But Diana didn’t stop, giving another slow, patient swallow as she was pulled into the draenei’s throat. She fought, finding her arms pulled up over her head, though her lips moved and she couldn’t be sure if there was even any sound coming out. Blood roared in her ears and she heaved for air that wouldn’t do her any good, twisting violently as the neck tendrils clung to her arms, feeding her down, slowly, so slowly.

There was no need to rush, not in the slightest, not as she whimpered and begged, her pleas, if they were even verbal, falling on deaf ears. Diana’s eyes half-closed as the subtle power of eating the elf rolled through her, finding a place to reside somewhere at her core and warming her through. She pressed her thighs together a little more, her tail twitching. Oh, it would have been a delight to pleasure herself right then, to take even more delight in the act of devouring and protecting D3 through that, but it was not right for Diana.

Of course, she didn’t have a gag reflex to speak of, so Diana didn’t have to worry all that much about slowly taking the elf down, letting the rest of the club see her disappear, bit by bit. Some screamed, others cheered for her – and more still disappeared into side rooms and to the back zones to lustfully enjoy one another. It was not that they didn’t want to take in every last second of the display, but Diana had simply put on so much of a show that they couldn’t contain their own lusts anymore. The floor around the pole dancing stages was too crowded by far for anything of that nature to progress beyond groping and perhaps some light fingering, though there was most certainly some of that going on in the crowd too.

The elf groaned and Diana felt the fear in her, though she didn’t take it for herself. It was not her place and the elf deserved everything that came to her, for Diana would never have eaten her otherwise. One could have said she had morals, but, well…it was just how she was. She made her choices with care and never regretted a single one of them.

Ignoring the cries and whimpers of the elf as she begged for her freedom, the giantess swallowed her down, slowly, pulling her feet deeper as her calves and then up to her knees disappeared into Diana’s throat. Her neck tendrils, of course, still kept a firm grip on her around her arms and chest, just to make sure she didn’t wriggle free even then, but there was not too much need to. Gravity helped with the angle of her head as she elf slid over her tongue, guided to the back of her mouth as more and more of her body disappeared straight down the suddenly hungry draenei’s throat.

It was a strange sort of hunger that came to be in the act of devouring, her instincts kicking in. There was a tiny in her mouth as she gave a slightly larger swallow, pulling the elf down into her throat up to the mid-point of her thighs, and her body ached to give one, big swallow and gulp her all the way down. Of course, Diana was fully capable of it, even if she liked to draw things out when she could.

She’d done that with her blonde tiny, her tiny friend, only recently – but that had been a very different kind of fun. A “booty call” was one thing she might have called it, but that tiny had been retrieved again. There was nothing there at D3 she was at all willing to use to get the tiny back out of her stomach – when Venetia was in there, of course.

Dalia guided the drone-camera in closer so she could capture the bulge forming in Diana’s throat, how it thickened with the elf being pushed down there. It was a slow swallow and she appreciated the show all the more, the elf’s cries merely a backdrop to her fate. Venetia was no longer important and one could argue she had never really held any importance at all at D3. She was just a pawn in the hand of a much larger player – and, in that sense, she was expendable.

Venetia slid deeper and deeper, her entire body inside the draenei’s mouth, though Diana’s lips still stayed parted. She didn’t care to know why, breath raking down her windpipe as panic gripped her, begging and pleading, her words streaming into one another as she tried to plead her case. No one cared, not at all, not as her hips disappeared down into her throat and another swallow dragged her down all the way up to her waist.

“No… Please… No… No!”

The slick push of the draenei’s tongue against her back called her attention even then and she wriggled on it, even as it scooped up under her back and the tip pushing to the back of her head. It was not needed, however, for the elf was already gone, even though she tipped her head back, trying to get her last glimpse of the outside world. She knew it would be gone soon, her heart hammering in her chest, even though that was a beat she could lean into, something that, typically, should have been able to ground her in a moment that was designed to sweep her away, to give her nothing to hold her fast.

But there was nothing left for Venetia and she stilled for a long, drawn-out moment in fear. Sliding down the draenei’s throat, another soft swallow, almost loving, took her down up to her breasts and she whined. Never had she felt more like food than she did in that moment, eyes half-closed, unsure whether she wanted to bear witness to every moment or let it all pass as it was going to.

Diana allowed gravity to do most of the work as her tendrils untwisted from the elf’s body and shoulders, only gently holding on to her wrists. They were only a guide and the elf wasn’t going anywhere as she worked the elf down slowly. Yet it was Dalia who guided the drone-camera to follow the rising bulge as it worked its way more obviously down her neck, the elf shuddering within as a ripple went through the draenei’s throat.

“What a show…” Dalia murmured, all for the benefit of the viewers still watching the stream – Venetia’s highest-earning one yet. “What a show…”

The bulge that was the elf slid lower and Diana released Venetia’s wrists as she tipped her head back a little more. Gravity helped push the rest of the elf down, her throat opening up only to close again around and over her head. It was such a soft, endless devouring that it had no right at all to be as humiliating as it had played out, Dalia smirking very softly, which was out of character for her, as she got a good shot of the bulge in Diana’s throat, held there for a poised moment.

The elf wriggled, but even her struggles seemed weaker. She knew her fate was sealed and there was nothing to be done, sliding down as Diana’s tongue, finally, pushed her arms all the way down into her throat. Diana chuckled warmly, a deep sense of satisfaction rolling through her, while the bulge of the elf, patiently, slid down her throat. She held Venetia there for as long as possible, though the elf would not, of course, linger in her memory fondly.

The later recording showed the bulge wriggling and squirming, though it seemed half-hearted at best. Maybe the elf had given up or maybe it was her mind struggling to come to terms with the enormity of how her plan for the night had gone so very wrong. She made a very fetching bulge in Diana’s throat, however, the swell of her body rising for as long as the giantess could make it so.

Eventually, however, Diana was forced to give one final gulp and send the elf all the way down into her stomach. The camera tracked the bulge until it disappeared, only to once again reappear on her stomach. It was then that the cut-out part of the dress, exposing her stomach came into play as there was nothing at all there to hide the bump the elf made. Diana’s food was more noticeable than ever for the sake of the hungry crowd who had followed her devouring, leaving only a squirming, twitching bulge on Diana’s stomach, all for the rest of them to drink in the sight of.

Diana licked her lips, looking straight into the drone-camera while Dalia, obligingly, held it up for her with her tail.

“And there you have it,” she purred warmly, as always not needing to raise her voice to make herself perfectly clear. “As long as guests are respectful of one another, here at D3, you can have a lot of fun, have your wildest dreams fulfilled. Everyone, yes, including tinies, is welcome. D3 provides quality service to all and value consent, so everyone, tall or small, may have a wonderful time.”

She paused, staring pointedly into the camera.

“And we do not tolerate troublemakers that dampen that service for our esteemed guests and wonderful staff members. Visit us and see for yourself. We do not disappoint.”

Her voice may have been serene, though what Diana had just done, undoubtedly had been more than warning enough. The drone-camera panned down to focus on the squirming bump on her belly once again, nicely framed by the shape of the dress exposed her flesh. It was more notable than ever that her stomach was not toned and smooth anymore, though the tiny bump, of course, would not be there forever. The elf’s fate as the troublemaker was sealed and Dominika bumped Dalia, linking their tails as she took a deeper, less classy swig of her bourbon. Just that glass, even in that volume, was not enough to sway her to tipsiness – and she had the rest of the night to enjoy.

“Troublemakers beware!” She taunted, raising her glass to the crowd as they cheered, Diana smiling with a subtle shake of her head at Dominika’s antics. “Who’s ready to enjoy their night at D3?”

The roar of their guests was absolute. No teases would be permitted there – the kind that sought to stir up trouble, even if the D3 owners might well have to look into just how far their rival club was willing to go to make them look bad. Yet how could anyone at all make them look bad when they were as on top of things as they were, managing their club with keen eyes and ready lips?

Together, the D3 draenei were stronger together and the squirming, hapless food in Diana’s stomach remained in testament to that. Well, at least for a little while longer...

She was only a troublemaker, after all.