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Portal Diving

The Tease Who Forgot About the Tail

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Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Dominika wasted no time – and neither did she explain what she was doing to the elf. All that mattered, for them being in public in the club, was that they had acquired consent. That was one thing Venetia had been exceedingly clear about, though only to the elf’s own detriment.

“Agh!”

Venetia squealed as the draenei’s tail shot out, wrapping around her waist and hoisting her up on stage with Dominika. One moment she had been looking up at the towering, naked figure of the twenty-two-foot-tall draenei and the next her heels had left the floor, the dress shifting around her legs while her thighs were revealed, along with a flash of her crotch. It was not as if Venetia had ever intended to enter D3 with any semblance of modesty, after all.

“Mmm… I’m going to enjoy this.”

The draenei all but leered at her and Venetia narrowed her eyes, only just managing to keep a sneer from her face. She had to carry on with her own show, after all, performing for her drone-camera and still not at all thinking she was in a bad situation. The only “bad” thing about the scheme she’d cooked up was that she wasn’t being fawned over by a club full of sexy else and that she’d chosen draenei to stand up instead…

“I said…”

She tried to protest as Dominika made quick work of her dress, twisting her tail around and up the front of the elf’s dress. Yet the giantess laughed as she tore away Venetia’s outfit, leaving only her panties in place. In keeping with what the elf had “demanded” of her, she used the finer, narrower tip of her tail to get under the elf’s bra too, even if that didn’t really need to be ripped away from her. It pinged free, though would end up as just another discarded article of clothing at D3, to be taken care of by the cleaning crew when the floor, once again, was clear.

“You said,” Dominika pushed, ignoring Venetia’s cries as she hoisted her fully up onto the stage with her. “You said, no hands. Do I look like I’m using my hands on you, in any way?”

Venetia huffed and would have crossed her arms if not for one of her arms being pinned to her side. Whatever, it didn’t matter. The dirty draenei wasn’t going to get her way with her anyway. There was no way a weak tail was going to help her out in any way, even if it did appear to be strong enough to lift her. It would take a lot more to ram a cock like that inside her pussy, after all…

“No hands…”

Dominika spoke again, her words softer and more sinuous, yet all the darker and more dangerous for that. It would have been better, in a way, if she’d been shouting, for that may have been more like Dominika, even if it was not her “club persona.” She had an image to maintain there, along with the presentation of the club, but there were certain ways for them all to deal with troublemakers.

She’d caught the drone-camera recording too, even if she ignored it completely. That was none of her business, but she rather enjoyed having things like what she was about to do caught on camera, to have her body on display as her hard cock throbbed lightly. The ripple of need rolled down the length of her cock as it trembled, the draenei slowly folding to her knees before the dance pole. As usual, Dominika made the movement look so smooth and so easy there could have been no denying her athleticism, slowly tipping forward until her knees made contact with the stage and her hooves rocked onto the toes.

That was hardly something Venetia could appreciate, but the elf was no longer important, not in that way. As Venetia squirmed, Dominika openly grinned, like she was giving the elf something she really wanted. To everyone watching, it looked like Venetia was about to get the ride of her life.

Yet she didn’t slow things down as she lowered the elf towards her cock, her heels kicking and flailing. One caught on her thigh – but it was already too late. The rounded head of her dick ground up between Venetia’s spread thighs, finding her pussy, but her tail was more than tight enough around the elf’s waist to hold her firm and fast.

Venetia shuddered bodily, fighting, though her hamstrings trembled. Her lingerie was still in place, just on the bottom, but it was no good against the might of Dominika’s cock. That dick bore in, tearing through her underwear, though it clung as if desperately to the side of the draenei’s dick as if it could hang on through it all. It was not to be, however, as the lingerie eventually fell aside through Ventia’s useless thrashing, caught and flicked off somewhere else by the errant tip of Dominika’s tail.

“No… No… This… Ohhhh!”

The elf fought and gasped, though Dominika only added another loop of her tail around Venetia’s waist. Maybe the elf was about to say something like she didn’t actually want what the draenei was giving her – but that was of no real matter anymore. She could twist and make silly faces as much as she wanted, but Dominika was not about to stop when she was showing the elf up.

Troublemakers were not welcome in the club…

Yet the elf still moaned as her pussy was spread, slowly stretched open. Truthfully, Dominika was only putting on a play at it being hard to grind her cock up into her, for the stretch-ease pill did what it was supposed to do. Other than that, she was more than used to fucking tinies, even if none fit her cock as well as one, very special, blonde…

The pull of the elf’s sex around her cock was exquisite, however, as the bulge of her cock slowly travelled deeper and deeper into the five-foot elf. There was a considerable size difference between them, for such penetration, but that hadn’t stopped Dominika since the stretch-ease pills had come into play. She groaned, though that was only partly for show. The tip of her tail curled back and forth, tickling up against Venetia’s face. The elf growled and twisted away from it, but it was not as if that was all that easy for her to do.

“Agh!”

She wanted to feel disgusted and have that be the only emotion held in her chest, and the rest of her body, at that time – but that seemed impossible. Venetia’s body ached with need, a part of her wanted to respond instinctively, in a primal way, to arch her back and grind down onto that massive dick with all the fervour she had in her. And then she looked up at Dominika and saw that the futa fucking her was a draenei and not an elf, her lips twisted into a proud smirk that said she had Venetia’s “number,” as the saying went, and wasn’t going to give up her advantage.

“Mmmph… Ah… No…”

Heat rushed to Venetia’s cheeks, turning them a stark scarlet, and she dug her heels, both of them, into the draenei’s thighs. There was no way her tail was strong enough to grind her down onto that big dick, it couldn’t be true. It just didn’t have the squeeze or the dexterity of a hand and fingers, of course, so she had to believe that. Still, the pressure increased as the head and a couple more inches of that cock strained through her pussy, aching up inside her even though barely any of Dominika’s cock was inside her yet.

Dominika groaned, making the entire thing worse. Venetia hissed through her teeth, though kept her voice low.

“Get your filthy cock out of me…”

“Hey, you’re the one who said I can do whatever I want to you, that I can fuck you, if I didn’t use my hands. Are you claiming I’m using my hands to bury my dick in that slutty little elf pussy of yours?”

Dominika blinked less than innocently, though her word choice was, of course, intended to rile the elf up even further. Venetia glared at her, though her lips parted in a subtle, breathy gasp that didn’t seem to have any place there.

“Ah, are you actually enjoying this?” Dominika teased. “Maybe you just needed a reason to enjoy getting fucked like this, to have a big cock shoved up inside you. Or maybe this is just your kink… You know, we have a special way of dealing with troublemakers here, troublemakers just like you, and you will be no different to all the rest.”

“I’m…better than that!”

Venetia wanted to say she was better than Dominika, better than the draenei or any other race, but the words simply wouldn’t leave her lips. Her thighs trembled as she strained with all her might to shove back at the draenei, to not allow her body to sink onto Dominika’s dick for a single second more.

Yet she couldn’t stop inch after inch of that thick shaft disappearing inside her, not knowing at all whether to turn her horrified yet aroused gaze. If she looked up, she just saw Dominika before her, smirking at her claim, how she thought she had got one over on Venetia even though the elf was sure that could not possibly be true. But looking down the length of her own body was no better, for it was the draenei’s blue skin that filled her vision, reminding her of exactly who was fucking her.

More than that too, though that was hardly something Venetia at all wanted to think about, or even consider. The bulge that the draenei’s dick made as it worked its way deeper and deeper into her, despite her protests, obviously strained through the flesh of her lower abdomen. In a way, she couldn’t help but stare at it, horrified, legs trembling, if only for a moment. Her body was never meant to stretch like that and there was a big difference between knowing what the stretch-ease pills did and actively understanding how that would affect her body.

“Give in to it…” Dominika goaded her gently, though it might have looked like gentler encouragement to anyone watching. “You know you want to. This is what you are here for, after all. Or are you just a tease for my draenei?”

She grunted and half-turned her face away, though it was easy enough for Venetia to ignore the rush of heat flooding her cheeks. Dominika, however, was not one to let up, not once she’d found a crack in her opponent’s (figurative) armour.

“A tease… Someone who wanted to go around and tempt my draenei, all while they were so very busy with their work,” she said, sounding a little more like Diana than she may have wanted with her cool, calm ease. “And here you are, forgetting about the tail. Maybe you should have spent more time researching draenei, like some put in the effort to know the monster girls they go out to farm. That may have got you more favours here. But that was never quite what you were looking for.”

Dominika said the last sentence flatly, changing her tone. As pleasurable as it was to have the elf impaled on her cock, it was still payback to her – and keeping the tease out of trouble. Having her staff distracted and demoralised was not at all something Dominika was keen on and the temptation to lash her tail rolled through her. Her tail, however, was already “spoken for,” with how it was wrapped tightly around the elf, and she squeezed it harder, as if she was, even then, striving to deflate the elf of a load of her cum.

That grounded her, rooting Dominika where she was, as she angled her back a little more, putting more of an arch into it, the upright pole pressed between her shoulder blades. It was more than thick enough to not cause any pressure points, but Dominika took care not to push back against it too violently. That was not the point, not as she rocked her hips up gently, testing her grip as she speared just a little more into the elf.

The little treat of the tease squirmed on her dick, but her legs could not hold out for much longer. It was deviously delicious just how her thighs quivered, a quake in her calves. It would have been tantalising in a different way with a willing partner, but Dominika was well-aware Venetia’s consent had not been fully meant. Of course, she had consented, but there was very much a difference in intent there that she had to bear in mind too…or not.

The crowd believed her to be wanting every inch of Dominika’s thick cock, however. So, she dragged the elf down onto her shaft, letting it stretch her open even wider, even deeper. When the head came up against the elf’s cervix, she let off, though only a little. That was all part of the fun, a play on just how she could grind her down all the way, pushing past that intimate, inner barrier to give Venetia the biggest stretch and depth of penetration the elf could ever have imagined.

“Unff… No, I don’t… You’re not…”

Venetia all but babbled. Her mouth opened and closed, but nothing sensible came out, nothing that she would have at all thought to be comprehensible. More and more of that fat cock drove up inside her and she slowly felt her cervix stretching around the head too, though there was no pain at all there. The strain was intense, like it was grinding all the way through her, like a single thrust had the ability to affect the entirety of her body. That was not at all something Venetia had considered, in sex, before, but the elf was to find things very different at D3, with Dominika.

Her body ached with heat, unsure whether it was using her as a fuel source or trying, in a way, to escape her body. Venetia would have wriggled away from the soft gleam of sweat marking her body, though she would have referred to perspiration as “glittering diamonds” under any other circumstance. Elves didn’t sweat. But she was hot, so very hot, her core tightening, like every muscle in her body was trying, all at the same time, to clench around the massive dick slowly pushing its way up into her womb. Even though Dominika could surely have used her powerful tail to grind Venetia all the way down on her dick, shoving it roughly into the back of her womb, she did not. She wanted Venetia to feel every single inch as it stretched her out, for the draenei’s dick was not at all one she was going to forget in a hurry.

Her words, however, wouldn’t pass her lips. She exhaled and all that came out was a moan as a rampant jolt rocked her to her core. Dimly, Venetia was aware of her hips shoving themselves forward, surely of their own volition, but she couldn’t stop herself. The tail wrapped around her still kept her right arm against her side while her left flailed, not really reaching for anything in particular. She had not even really tried to pry Dominika’s tail from her, for she had known, in a way, it had been useless.

And perhaps there was a part of Venetia too that knew she didn’t want that, not truly. Her body sang as orgasm crashed through her, but the elf was not completely present in her mind, not right then. It was all about the physical reactions of the moment, how her cunny clenched weakly around the thick length stretching her out, her body unable to really do anything to push or fight back against Dominika at all. Her legs weakened with waves of pleasure and she sank lower still as her cervix was wonderfully and (by a draenei) horrifically spread, forming a lewdly and lustfully tight ring behind the head of Dominika’s dick.

“This is what D3 brings to the floor… Every time!”

Dominika addressed the crowd and Venetia could have shuddered. She could have felt embarrassed by all the eyes on her, the drone-camera that was still recording, everyone seeing her give in to a dirty draenei’s dick. And yet the pleasure served to be far, far too ecstatically great in the moment for her to care. Waves of passion rolled through her and she caught herself moaning, the intensity of the body-shaking climax making her skin sear with devout need, even then.

That was not the end of it, however. She might have thought an orgasm didn’t have to be anything more than an orgasm – but that was a case in which Venetia found herself to be very, very wrong. Gasping aloud, she bounced on the draenei giantess’ dick as if she was no more than a sex toy, stretching and living around her cock to fit Dominika’s need. Her heart soared to be treated such, her nerve endings tingling throughout her body, wanting more.

One orgasm would not be enough as her naked body was shown off to the best of its ability and the den clips that came from the interaction would later show just how much her sex stretched around Dominika’s cock. Right at the point where their bodies joined, the soft petals of Venetia’s pussy were pushed lewdly wider around the draenei’s cock, yet they still tried to press back in as if hugging longingly around that slick, blue length.

Slick, yes… For Dominika’s cock could not help but be wet with a sheen of Venetia’s arousal, betraying just how much the elf’s body enjoyed having the giantess’ dick inside her. For her body, it ceased to matter whether the giantess was of her race or not, when that had, apparently, been of so much importance in her mind. In that matter, they were separate – perhaps to be reconciled.

The full length of Dominika’s cock sank into her as Venetia fought not to close her eyes, not to even let them roll back in her head. She didn’t want to show Dominika just how much her body wanted her, though she would not admit to “wanting” the draenei in any way herself, oh no. That was not something for an elf and she resolutely closed her mouth against her cries, only to be forced to grunt deeply in the back of her throat. Oh, something had to come out, one way or another, and Venetia’s head spun for all the wrong reasons, the lure of another orgasm rising sharply inside her.

“See, you could have had this all along,” Dominika taunted her, even if the draenei had such a sugary-sweet tone of voice that maybe another would have thought she was cajoling a reluctant first-timer into enjoying herself. “You only had to ask, more nicely. You’re lucky I was here, Venetia, or you might not have got yourself a draenei cock to grind into you at all tonight.”

“Unff… No, I don’t…”

Although Venetia fought harder, that time, to get her words out, that didn’t make it any easier for her. A grunted huff of breath left her lips as her body tensed once again. She didn’t, to be fair, feel braced at all, though she had to be in some way, for it was not as if her legs were limp and floppy. They just weren’t doing what she wanted anymore and the elf would have found them wobbling helplessly if she’d been asked to stand on her own two feet again – or her heels, as it was.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

She heard the words, but Venetia couldn’t honestly say they made any sense to her. It didn’t seem right, not in the slightest, not as she groaned aloud: a lewd, open-mouthed groan. That wasn’t like her, no, but she couldn’t think straight. Nothing else mattered but Dominika and her huge dick as she rocked into another orgasm. Venetia may have wanted more of a break between climaxes, but it was hard to even comprehend what was happening to her as waves of lust burned through her veins.

It had to come, even with the roar of the crowd, the music in the background, the squelch of her own pussy grinding up and down that thick length of cock. There always seemed to be more of it, stretching her out just a touch more, even when Venetia was so very sure every inch had to be buried inside her. The stretch of her cervix had to contribute to it, for that was not something Venetia had ever, ever experienced before, but she was not in the right state of mind to even sensibly think about that.

All she could do was moan and moan, like a slut and a whore, shuddering through a second climax all the while being impaled on Dominika’s cock. It drove furiously up inside her, grinding her back and forth, though it was mostly the pull of the draenei’s tail that moved her. Dominika was just there for a show, to put it all on for her adoring fans, her tail giving Venetia a squeeze and a release, as if to remind her just who was really in control there. Giving the elf an orgasm on her cock, of course, was no in deference to Venetia in the slightest, but another expression of easy control and power from Dominika.

Dominika surveyed the change in expressions on the elf’s face with causal satisfaction. It would never make sense to her for the elf to seek out something she clearly did not really want – but a cock like hers could absolutely change someone’s mind, evidently. She had shown that particular skill time after time again and smirked while the elf’s moans devolved into silence. Of course, she could still feel the tiny clenching and twitching on her dick while orgasm coursed through her – just another thing that was outside the poor Venetia’s control – but there were no more foul words to spill from her lips. There were just moans, sweet and delightful.

Dominika had always made a point about not taking partners against their will, but she’d had a feeling, deep down in the pit of her stomach, about Venetia. She’d had a feeling the elf had really wanted it – of course, the verbal consent had been there, but there were always blurred lines to be aware of too. Sometimes Dominika allowed those to slide, with other troublemakers, but not always. They had to be taken in special circumstances.

She grinned at the elf, still looking down on her as Venetia was impaled luxuriously on her cock. The elf’s mouth hung open, like she couldn’t even contain herself anymore, and Dominika took in the view as evidence of her sexual prowess. She could almost see her own cock throbbing through Venetia’s abdomen, the swell of it demanding attention she, as ever, was only too ready to give.

Yet, Dominika still did not thrust. She did not need to, not with the elf stuck on her, unable to do anything at all to remove herself from Dominika’s lust until the draenei was good and done with her. The tight grip of the draenei’s tail on the elf’s body, a tiny hand resting on her tail, worked the elf up and down more slowly, though she made sure her cock pushed into Venetia’s womb with every slow, ravaging stroke. Sometimes, it was not the rougher strokes that ultimately claimed a partner but the deeper, more passionate ones that reminded them exactly who, in the end, was in devious control.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Dominika all but purred, casting her adoring fans a look as their cheers resounded, filling the air with celebration. “You like having a big, draenei cock stretching you out, don’t you? It’ll be so much easier if you just come out and say it. Then you can have more of it.”

Venetia moaned, but the elf didn’t really know what she was doing right then, let alone whatever she could have been saying. She wriggled a little, aware of her heels digging down and into Dominika’s thighs, though they did not indent as deeply as they could have with the muscle underlying her softer flesh. Her head swam, wonderfully so, and she wondered, vaguely, if it would be possible to live her life forever being fucked by a cock like that. A cock that drove up inside her, hitting all the right spots, making her heart pound and her body rock through orgasm after orgasm.

“Tell me.”

The draenei had said something and Venetia blinked, trying with all her might to come back, somewhat, to her senses. All she could focus on, however, was the thickness of that cock inside her, how she felt so very beautifully stretched out around it. It should never have gone as deep inside her as it had, but even the drag and push of it within her cervix had her head spinning in the most luxurious fashion.

But she’s a draenei…

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Maybe she could separate the dick from the draenei…but Venetia didn’t even think that was a saying. It may well have had to be something for her to live by, after everything, for there was absolutely no denying just how good a cock like that felt inside her. She rolled her hips forward, her head tipping back, the lights of the club flashing over her face yet again. Although Venetia’s thighs trembled, there was no real reason at all for her to hold herself up or support herself in the slightest with Dominika’s tail squeezing around her. The draenei took care of that and, in a sense, it was oddly liberating. Not that Venetia would ever have admitted that to anyone.

“Tell me.”

Dominika’s voice was louder that time and punctuated by a rougher tug of her tail, grinding nearly the full length of her cock into Venetia. Something twisted across the giantess’ expression, but Venetia would never have known Dominika was thinking of another tiny – one who could take every delectable inch of her cock. They were not the same, of course, but that didn’t stop Dominika from lusting after having every last inch of her dick caressed by a hot pussy, slick with arousal.

“I… Uh…”

Venetia grunted, clearing her throat. Moans muddled her words and her lips twitched in a smile that did not belong on her face.

“Sooo biiiiiig…” She said at last, dragging out her words somewhat so the vowels were more pronounced. “Uhhh… Good… Yes…”

Heat flooded Venetia’s cheeks when she thought, surely, she could not possibly blush anymore. Oh, it was shameful, in a way, to admit that, but such shame didn’t seem at all like it belonged with her all that much anymore, not when she had a throbbing cock inside her. Gasping, she tried to talk again, but it seemed Dominika had what she wanted from her.

Besides, it was not as if she could continue speaking with anything at all resembling coherence when Dominika used her tail crudely to grind her up and down the length of her cock. A hitch in the draenei’s breath and the sharp, juddering rise of her chest told Venetia Dominika was getting into the moment too, though her mind did not have enough good sense to realise that actually meant the giantess was close to orgasm. Venetia may not have cared anyway, not as her body tightened, squeezing furiously around Dominika’s dick like it was the only thing that mattered.

Another orgasm ripped through her, like she couldn’t think about anything else at all, grunting and heaving, her head spinning. The only thing that mattered was sensation, where she was locked into it, waves of pleasure crashing through her, over and over again. She might have said they were set to drag her away from reality, but even reality did not feel all that real anymore. Against herself, she whimpered breathlessly, caught in the power of orgasm as she did her best, though not very well, to grind down on that cock while she was used, her body stretching willingly around Dominika’s dick.

Dominika, however, was not about to slow down, not when need rolled through her. Her skin prickled with heat, even though she was naked, and the draenei grunted in the back of her throat, even if her lips threatened to pull into a lewder sort of smile.

The need to orgasm rocked her to her core, but Dominika enjoyed the journey to it as much as she liked climaxing itself. Sure, there was an outpouring of pleasure at that point, but it was hard to say she didn’t like feeling a hot body clenching around her, feeling that intense stretch. That was something both their little friend and the stretch-ease pills had opened up to her on a different level – and that the giantess would always be thankful for. She just might show that appreciation to those involved in ways other than actually saying the words “thank you”.

The crowd watched intently, some of them even falling quiet, which was practically unheard of at D3. Although there were specific zones where sex was encouraged and directed to, so those enjoying one another did not disrupt others in the club, Dominika commanded centre stage with all eyes on her. It was her right and both draenei and other races tipped forward, wishing so very desperately they could be a part of the action. Whether they wanted to be in the elf’s place or the one fucking Venetia into moaning incoherence was another question entirely…

She thrust harder, sinking back on her hooves and pushing her hips forward, working with how she used her tail. Although Dominika did not have to thrust when she was holding the elf so tightly, she wanted to. It was just something more of a spectacle and she had always been known for putting on a show. A grin flashed across her face, wider than before, as her body ached deeply, the rumbling of orgasm pushing at the back of her mind with ever-increasing urgency.

Venetia blinked, feeling the draenei’s dick shift inside her. It didn’t quite feel the same as it had before, enough to pull her from the edge of one orgasm, though another dragged wantonly at her. It would have been so easy to go along with it, but she still did what she could to squeeze down on the cock inside her. Venetia doubted she had all that much influence, truly, over the giantess and her cock at all. If she didn’t think of Dominika, despite the truth of her eyes, as a draenei, maybe that made it better that she was being fucked like that?

“Hey…”

She looked up, catching sight of the draenei (damn it, still not an elf even with her trying to imagine such) gasping above her. Dominika looked like she was struggling not to lunge forward and pin Venetia under her, though the size difference between them may have made a position like a mating press more challenging. Yet that did not detract at all from the feral gleam in the draenei’s eyes, how she licked her lips hungrily, like that was a distraction in itself.

“A draenei… Not an elf!”

She fought for words as fury surged, indignant and her own superiority all tangled up together. It was not that Venetia didn’t want to get fucked out of her mind, since Dominika’s dick had more than changed her mind on that nuance already, but that she could see where the giantess was going there. She thrust hard, using Venetia as nothing more than a toy on her dick, like she was a living fleshlight, only existing to wrap her body around Dominika’s dick in the span of time they were together. Her stomach lurched and her lips parted to say something more, along the lines of her not wanting to have a draenei actually cum inside her.

All that left her mouth, however, as she strove to protest Dominika ejaculating inside her was a moan. And, oh, how she meant that moan, her body betraying her. She wanted it, every inch she could get, just to be fucked repeatedly until there was no way at all for any words to make sense coming from her. Let her mind soften into the background while she was the one getting to greedily drink in pleasure, regardless of the simmering anger and frustration somehow adding a deeper, cuttingly lustful edge to it all.

Hold back? I think not.

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Dominika smirked, considering dragging things out longer. Yet that was not something Dominika was ever going to deny herself, not in the slightest, not as she leaned hungrily into her own delight. She could cum more than once; that was not a problem. Pleasure was not to be set aside, even if she had been taking care of a troublesome, little elf, and the surge of need sending a rush of heat through her body was not to be ignored. With a long, drawn-out groan, she climaxed, the push of it rushing through her as her body released what had been waiting in store for the elf for some time already.

It was not for her to hold back while the elf’s mind was addled with lust, bouncing on her cock while the draenei thrust furiously into her. Though the onlookers got to see just how the spurts of cum sent forth by the draenei bloated out Venetia’s abdomen near instantly. Of course, there was nowhere for the cum to go other than straight up into her womb and she openly shuddered on the giantess’ cock, her body inflating with the sheer volume of cum being pumped up inside her.

Dominika moaned, her entire body quaking with ecstasy, yet she didn’t shift from her poised position in the slightest, with her back against the pole. She cut a spectacular figure, posing for everyone in the club, aware of all the drone-cameras and more that were fixed on her. Her visage would be everywhere in mere minutes, flooding the Den system and going viral, but it would hardly be the first time for the draenei giantess. Other owners of D3, like Dalia, may have smiled and thought of all the new clients such a show would bring to the club, but Dominika was far too caught up in the moment to care. That did not mean, of course, that Dalia and Diana were not watching, observing, taking it all in.

All the crowd saw was Venetia moaning like a draenei dick whore on Dominika’s cock. Her body went slack, her arm falling against the draenei’s tail where it was wrapped around her. It was clear, if she’d been free to do so, she would have been trying to grind down on Dominika’s cock, to get every last inch of her dick into her through any means possible. Sometimes, that happened to visitors to D3, when faced with draenei dick that large and, finally, the possibility to have sex with giantess’ with cocks that, really, should never have fit.

Wolfenhammer was a place where innovations and technology could make the impossible possible – and open up even more risky avenues for tinies to try out. For merely having sex with a giantess dipped them into the grey area that could allow a giantess to help herself to a tasty, little snack when it pleased her, but D3, typically, did not encourage that.

There were exceptions to that rule. Certain, notable exceptions.

The elf’s lips moved, a flash of comprehension in her eyes, and Dominika took the chance to grind every last inch of her cock into Venetia. She squeezed with her tail, rocking up at just the right moment to drag the elf all the way down into her lap. All while her cock throbbed, sending thick spurt after spurt of draenei cum into Venetia’s womb. Of course, the tight stretch of her pussy around a dick that large kept every drop inside her, inflating her abdomen as her womb filled to the brim.

Forced to stretch around Dominika’s lust, she moaned, one of her heels coming free from Dominika’s thigh. It didn’t affect her position at all with every last inch of the draenei’s dick seated inside her, filling her with supposedly “filthy” draenei cum. Venetia’s head swam with the idea of it, wanting to reel and revolt, but there was nothing the elf could do. Dominika had already bested her and her shame was captured, though that was something Venetia, dimly, hoped she could spin to her advantage. She was known as a good actor and, surely, she could twist things so she looked good in it.

Venetia, of course, could not have known that would never be a concern for her, not at all. Her belly swelled and she would have put a hand on it, just to feel how big she was getting, if not for Dominika’s tail getting in the way. Still, the draenei was forced to adjust her grip on the elf, or else she may well have acted more in the interests of deflating her, with such a tight squeeze.

Yet she settled into it, seemingly, against all odds. The feeling of being so full and so heavy spread through her, a warm glow, and she exhaled while her body trembled. There was no orgasm to distract her from the moment, though it felt like she could have tipped over the edge into another one with a single breath. It was all down to Dominika whether or not she climaxed and Venetia squirmed wantonly, aching for more. She had to have something, something more, but the elf didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t have to.

There was just too much for Venetia to take in all at once, so her mind, somehow, seemed to focus on the obscene swell of her belly, how the stretch rippled through her with the stretch-ease pills. Every spurt of cum, as Dominika’s climax tapered down, coming to an end, added to the stretch, even if it was just a bubbling ripple that reminded her of how her body had changed. In fact, Venetia would never be the same ever again.

The swell of her abdomen showed off exactly how much cum had been pumped into her and the fresh heaviness of her body had Venetia’s head reeling delightedly. It was easy for her, if she forgot Dominika was a draenei, to sink into it, to let it encompass her entire being. It warmed her to her core as her pussy tried its best to twitch and pull around Dominika’s cock, though it was hardly noticeable, surely, to the giantess. For a moment, calm swept through her, a feeling Venetia had not had for a very long time. She might have liked to stay there in that moment, with all eyes and her own drone-camera on her, but it was not to be.

Dominika had other plans for her.

And then the draenei was moving her up and down her dick again, letting her hips sink back so she rested in her original kneeling position, back to the pole. Dominika took up her pose like a practised performer and Venetia’s lips parted, whimpering, as terror gripped her.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, pretty elf,” Dominika murmured, her voice still loud enough for Venetia to hear her over the crowd, even if her words were only intended for Venetia. “You’re special… I’m keeping you all to myself. Not just for a while longer.”

A mind that was more sensible and more thoughtful than Venetia’s at that time might have realised the implication of Dominika’s words, but she did not. For it was not over, her shame in being fucked by a draenei, of her trick getting turned upside down, the tables well and truly turned on her. She huffed and cried out, but Venetia could not get any words out, even as her body responded with a flare of heat and the lure of yet another orgasm. She’d lost track of how many she’d had so far, but, then again, it was not as if Venetia had at all been counting.

There was no way to count, no way to keep track, not with everything going on. Dominika laughed, glee echoing through her, though it was not at all unlike the draenei to take full advantage of the situation. She had a willing (mostly) elf on her dick and she was going to fuck her and fuck her until her attention and interest in Venetia had waned. It could have been said to be mutually beneficial – but, if Dominika was honest with herself, that wasn’t on her mind at all.

Roughly, crudely, she worked the elf up and down her cock, mimicking the thrusts she could have made. It gave her an almost lazily savage air, like she was such a mistress of passion that what she was doing was all normal in a day’s work for her. It was simple for Dominika, easy for her – and those watching could have it too if they only appealed to the beautiful, glorious figure of the draenei enough. That was a challenge and there was more than one envious look cast over Venetia, for they thought she’d got something they all craved more and more as the show went on.

Yet the drone-camera captured Dominika at her finest, a darker silhouette marked against the lights of the club behind her. The stage offered some space around her so she was separate from the crowd, the white flash of her teeth demonstrating an open, devious grin. Although her silhouette and figure was darker compared to the sweep of blue and purple lights behind her, she was not in shadow, light glancing off the lucky elf, stretched by her dick. The draenei’s breasts rolled up in a heave that showed off every breath, though anyone who knew Dominika, of course, would have known that was all part of the performance for her. Dominika never failed to play things up, even as simple an act as taking a breath.

The camera caught it all, though Venetia half-turning her head, for she’d been facing the draenei, was the shot everyone hungering over the stream had been waiting for. Gone was the haughtiness, the nature of a superior elf that, truly, had never really belonged there: times had changed. All her viewers could see was complete and utter infatuation with Dominika and her dick, her eyes half-closed as if she didn’t have the strength or the need to open her eyes fully. Anyone watching could imagine themselves in her position, just how much pleasure was rolling through her body at any given moment, her limbs twitching where they could be seen.

Venetia had managed to get her heels up and against Dominika’s thighs again, but the elf was working with the draenei, if anything at all. No more did Venetia push back against Dominika, fighting with every fibre of her being not to allow the giantess’ cock to stretch her out. The lewd moans slipping past her lips were as tantalising as liquor, shared between lips in the sultriest of kisses. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, but it was unclear whether Venetia was aware of it or not.

For the elf groaned through orgasm after orgasm, her body twitching and rocking on the giantess’ cock, as if she could have any real effect on Dominika. Of course, there were others with greater skills than Venetia who could have given the draenei more than a run for her money – but they were not present that night. That blonde tiny would have to come back to challenge Dominika for more fun on stage another night, of course, after watching the clips of Venetia at D3 from the “privacy” of her own room many times over.

It was impossible for her to think clearly with such pleasure wracking her body, though Venetia, perhaps, might not have even wanted that for herself. For the lure of such ecstasy was so great she may well have gone back to Dominika, admittedly skulking through the shadows so no one would see her with a draenei, if that had ever been an option. At least, that was what she would have thought, if the elf had ever had the opportunity to do so. As was the case with so many tinies, the chance and the choice was plucked from her hands, taken from her by another who had deemed her fate to be something else entirely.

She tried leaning back, away from Dominika, but that only made her orgasms all the stronger. If she’d been at all in her right mind, Venetia would have realised it was the angle, but all she knew was trembling bliss. Her entire body shook as if she was vibrating, which would have been frightening even to the elf if it had not been utterly exhilarating. She inhaled sharply, dragging in ragged snatches of breath whenever she could, but there was little more, truly, the elf needed when her body had been turned into nothing more than a sex toy.

Dominika enjoyed Venetia for as long as she pleased, working the heavier, fuller elf up and down the full length of her aching cock with all the raw passion she had in her. Everything else ceased to matter while she flashed a feral grin to the crowd, showing off and doing all that she did so very naturally. It was as if it was nothing to her, from the arch of her back to the grip of her tail, everything coming to Dominika as simply as breathing. Therein lay the contrast between the elf and her, for a giantess and a tiny, in that predicament, would never be the same.

Another orgasm rose within her, the deep pressure of it swelling through the giantess with due urgency. It didn’t come as quickly as the first, once she was aware she was growing closer to the edge, and Dominika grunted more harshly, determining that she might as well enjoy the ride. But things were not quite done yet and her second climax was to be just as much of a spectacle as the first.

In the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Dalia, shorter than her at fifteen-feet, climbing up onto the stage to join her and smiled. It was more carnal still to feel the draenei’s hands sliding over her body, her friend’s lips on her breast. Truthfully, it was a funny story just how she and Dalia had met – but that was a tale for another time.

Dalia and Diana had partaken in a conversation that, of course, Dominika was not aware of. Knowing that a troublemaker, who had been harassing another draenei club nearby, was in their territory did not sit well with them – not when their focus, as ever, was on making sure everyone had a good time. They may have had a comfortably formidable reputation for being ruthless in business and strict with negotiations, but they hadn’t either wanted to concede ground or been able to afford it when building the club, figuratively, from the ground up. Their staff were just as important to the vibe of the club as their customers and that was not something Dalia and Diana could allow to pass.

Dalia smiled, kissing the line of Dominika’s throat, which, only a couple of days ago, had boasted the bulge of a tiny sliding down it. Even if the draenei was more than able to readily swallow any tinies she hunted, whether she played privately or dipped a hoof into one of her favourite portal worlds to take her pleasure, she let it be a show. She let it be a spectacle as to how the tiny squirmed, the shape of them showing through her throat as they were swallowed, fighting the whole time not to find their devouring ending in Dominika’s stomach.

Dressed in an elegant dress that spilt to the floor around her hooves with a short train behind it, the fabric, once again, defied gravity and physics in how it held her breasts up. The material dipped daringly into her cleavage, barely even covering her nipples, but was completely without shoulders, no straps even going up and over them to help hold the garment in place. Of course, she’d ensured a bra was built into it too, so that was of no concern if it ever came to disrobing, but that wasn’t quite what Dalia was there for that time.

The dress moved fluidly around her legs, rippling like water, the blue and dark shades wavering across it reminding those watching her of the aurora. That was only seen at certain times of the year at Wolfenhammer, although there were some portal worlds were it could be enjoyed in all seasons. Tiny diamonds were sewn into the stunning garment, allowing it a subtle sparkle that rendered it as classy as it was tastefully revealing. As always, the dress did exactly what Dalia wanted it to.

“Dominika… You’re doing a fair job so far of taking care of our troublemaker. But perhaps I may be of assistance.”

“Mmm, you are always welcome, Dalia,” Dominika murmured, not needing to raise her voice as her eyes warmed and her expression, ever so slightly, softened. “What did you have in mind for our dear elven troublemaker.”

The word held such promise on her tongue and the draenei rocked up a little more fervently, using the pump of her hips then as much as her tail to drive into the elf. There was no obvious bulge, except lower in her abdomen, to show off just how deep her cock was going, for the first load of cum inside Venetia’s womb muddled the outline somewhat. Yet the swell of the elf’s stomach had so many greedy eyes locked on to it that Dominika thought, with a grin, that her staff would be very much in demand that night: exactly as they should be.

Dalia kissed Dominika’s lips, claiming one of those delicious moans for herself. It was rare, in the club like that, that she found herself at a higher position than Dominika, tipping her head forward as her tongue took the chance to dart into the larger giantess’ mouth. They kissed passionately, deepening the kiss as their tongues swept and danced up against one another, though neither draenei truly was in a higher position than the other. They were just there for the fun of it, to experience everything the wonderful club they’d built had to offer, and show it could not be tampered with. Not in a small way, not in a big way: it was theirs to claim and keep exactly the way they pleased.

They broke the kiss with panted breaths, warm breath washing between them, a smile pulling at their lips. Although Dominika’s eyes had softened further, distracting her from the building glow of an impending orgasm and her throbbing cock, she had not forgotten that the elf still deserved her comeuppance there. It was only right and it was only fair, though Dominika may have taken good care of her in her own way if she’d been left to her own devices.

Dalia slid to the side a little, her arms around Dominika, a hand gently playing with one of her breasts. Dominika hissed through her teeth, her tail squeezing the elf a little tighter in her enjoyment. Although she was still somewhat focusing on the elf, it was not as if the act of sex required all that much thought from her – and Venetia wasn’t rallying conversation back and forth with her either.

The elf could almost have been considered cute if Dominika didn’t still hold it in the forefront of her mind just how much trouble she’d been. She bounced on the draenei’s cock, her body wrapping so very nicely around her as she was used. Venetia even squeezed Dominika’s shaft – not with every thrust, but the thought was there and Dominika appreciated the extra sensation. There was nothing like those involuntary twitches, a clench of a pussy well-used and well-wanted, though she had another load of cum still to release into the elf before she was willing to see her moved on, in some way.

“Do it. Let her have every drop.”

Dominika shuddered. How was it that she felt like she was the vulnerable one all of a sudden, with Dalia whispering in her ear? Oh, but she adored that too, for it could all be part of the show and no one else would see what Dalia had coaxed from her. She grunted hard in the back of her throat, her skin prickling, her mind struggling to make sense of the overwhelming outpouring of too many sensations crashing over her, all at once. She was exactly where she belonged, her cock throbbing inside a hot, wet, tight cunny, thickening slightly in that heartbeat before climax.

It came thick and fast, the onslaught of pleasure hitting her as Dalia kissed down the line of her jaw, their tendrils lovingly tangling and stroking together, all the way to her neck and her collarbone. There, her lips naturally found Dominika’s breasts, but the draenei was barely even aware of that. All she could do was cram every inch of her dick into the hapless elf, who was still moaning deliriously, not even fighting back against her that time for her second helping of giantess cum.

Such a second filling might have been too much for Venetia, but she was not to be made aware of that. Not as cum forced its way up inside her, feeling like it was bubbling and gurgling, her abdomen stretching even more as her body made room for it. It had to make room when there was simply no other option, her pussy still clamping down resolutely on Dominika’s length with the tightest of seals. She wouldn’t have pulled herself off if she’d even had the presence of mind to do so, her body crashing through yet another orgasm, mind awash with pleasure and her pussy twitching needlessly around the cock that had utterly bested her. There was little bad, if she was honest, Venetia could ever again say about draenei dick, even if the elf still held the same silly opinion on elven superiority. Maybe, one day, they would grow out of that trait, but who was really to say?

Her body ached deeply, as if she had been running all day. Yet it was more than that, deeper than that, as if she had learned something entirely new from the night and the experience. She blinked, catching sight of the drone-camera without comprehending what it was. Her stream that night, however, would prove to be the most profitable one Venetia had ever run. Not that she would benefit from it…

Her fingers twitched and belly pushed up against Dominika’s tail, not a drop of cum escaping her womb. Thankfully for her, despite the trembling, bone-shaking bliss, Dominika’s second orgasm was not as productive as the first – but it would have been difficult to tell anyway with her body expanding so lewdly. It would have made for a very good shot if Venetia had at all been in any position to take a picture.

Another draenei was close by, shorter, and Venetia blinked. She knew that one… One of the D3 owners? It hardly seemed to matter anymore.

And then the second draenei captured the floating drone-camera with her tail, curling it around the device with due ease and sensual care.

“Wouldn’t want to touch it,” the draenei said silkily, her eyes boring into Venetia with a sense of meaning that eluded the elf. “Not with dirty draenei hands… That was your rule. We have abided by it, completely and wholly.”

Venetia nodded weakly. She was light-headed, feeling heavy and as if she was floating, though those two sensations really should not have gone together like that.

Dalia turned the camera towards her, ignoring the elf. Dominika had not interacted with the drone-camera once and, as she came back to herself through the warming glow of her orgasm easing off, watched with subtle interest.

“That’s just the service you can expect here at D3,” Dalia said warmly, with a hint of promise in her tone. “Whatever the desire, you can expect us to do all we may to fulfil it.”

She turned the camera to Dominika and the trembling elf impaled on her cock, her legs hanging weakly. Her mouth was still open, chest heaving while she fought to regain her senses. With her eyes half-closed, it looked like she was mouthing the word “more” – but that could have simply been the interpretation of the viewers who wanted to be in Venetia’s place.

“The best service, the biggest draenei dicks at Wolfenhammer – and beyond,” Dalia continued, advertising the club right on Venetia’s stream. “And look at her… Oh, don’t you just want to be her?”

Her tone dripped with honey, but there was an underlying hardness there. For it was the elf who’d sought to show them up – and just look where that had got her. She could have gloated more openly about it still, but that would not have got them even more business and it was only right that Venetia’s little display turned the tables on the elves who thought they were better than them. Thankfully for the rest of Wolfenhammer, and other planets too, not all elves were like that.

Continued in part three of three…