The Dinner Invitation
Another old story of mine. Elves and a minotaur (see, that's furry, right!?) Same general series of events as my other stories; someone winds up in the stomach of everyone else, usually after quite a bit of heat is applied. Oh, and lots of fun male-on-male (-on-male) sex.
Note that I rewrote a small portion of this story recently because I wasn't happy with one particular aspect of it. I've looked it over and the rewrite seems to mesh properly (that is, all the bits that it replaces are removed, so there's no continuity issues) but if something doesn't seem to make sense let me know.
One final note: I adapted this story to a comic (I didn't draw it; sadly I can't draw). It's not a direct translation; I changed some bits to suit my whims, in part to make it more 'lighthearted' (at least as lighthearted a comic about roasting and eating a hapless elf can be), but it's an extremely similar theme. I'm quite pleased with it.
Check out "The Dinner Invitation" comic at http://nikkisallnightdiner.com/
6/13/2007
I've made a very minor edit. I've swapped the hair colours of Freynis and Leyrar. You'll find out why in about a week.
I'm pretty sure that I only specifically addressed which elf had which hair colour twice; someone tell me if there's an inconsistency.
I also corrected one (of likely many) typo and fixed a problem where I accidentally referred to one character when meaning another.
6/14/2007
Agh. Messed something up on yesterday's edit. Fixed.
6/17/2007
Hopefully the final edit, unless I do major rewrites. Spellchecked (if anything's off, tell me) and removed fixed word wrap. No content changes. Note that the aforementioned hair colour change was done for the prequel story, "Unexpected Dinner Guests", available now. Check it out and learn how Leyrar came to live with Bartaugh. You'll have to wait to read Freynis's origin story, though.
6/19/2007
AAGH. The word wrapping was somewhat messed up such that removing it caused words to run together. I had to run through the whole text and re-add needed spaces.
THIS is the final edit. I'm not touching it again for at least three months. I have more stories to write! Sick, depraved, evil stories! I've an upcoming project that will shock even my most devoted fans: a story where NO ONE DIES!
Renthis was confused.
The elven youth wasn't accustomed to this kind of disorientation when wandering the familiar wilderness near his home. Usually he could wander for miles in any number of varying directions and still know almost exactly where he was in relation to his village, but now he wasn't entirely certain as to how to get home, and even though he didn't know for certain if he was lost the thought was still quite unsettling. Still, he made no attempt to regain his bearings, instead his attention was constantly drawn to something that he always saw further ahead of him -- or rather, that he thought he saw. Even now, an hour into the pursuit, he wasn't entirely certain if he had really seen another elven youth running ahead of him, and he also wasn't entirely certain that he was being beckoned to follow. Still, something told him to press onward, and so he did.
Renthis was more correct than he realised. There were actually two elven youths, both approximately his age, beckoning him to follow onward, deliberately taking a convoluted and little-traveled path so as to avoid being tracked by any but the intended. They worked in tandem, one diverting his attention whilst the other ran ahead to set up the next 'trap'. Though they rarely checked to see that their quarry was following, they were both surprised each time they did take a look and saw Renthis still following along more or less blindly. Neither truly knew where they learned the skill for leading another boy like this, yet both found just the right techniques at just the right times as though it were an innate ability. They had led him through an expansive grass field, a good-sized forest and now to where the forest ended and another field began, all without being clearly identified by Renthis, and now their journey was complete. Both elven lads stopped at the mouth of a cavern that, despite being so obvious wherein it was set, was so far out of the way that few would ever know it was there anyway. After taking one last look at the obediently following Renthis, they stepped into the darkness, knowing that the boy would find his way to the final destination on his own.
Renthis followed along, still not at all knowing why he felt compelled to wander so far away from home. He stopped and brushed away some errant strands of his long, brown hair that had come loose from some of the thin braids that hung from the side of his head and fallen into his face and he saw nothing ahead of him except for the cavern entrance that he likely would not have ever noticed had his attention not been diverted to it by a flash of ... something. He didn't quite know why, but he knew that answers (to question he still didn't understand) were in there, so he entered into the darkness.
Actually, the cavern proved to be less dark than Renthis had anticipated, thanks to torches lining the obviously designed and forged pathways. The young elf traversed through oddly narrow passages that constantly branched off in different directions, choosing a different direction in what he thought was a random and reckless fashion. After wandering for about half an hour, he realised that he was lost and had no idea how to return to the entrance -- he wondered what had compelled him to travel this far without taking some kind of precautions against losing his bearings, or even why he'd come into the cave in the first place. Still, standing in the middle of a maze would yield no results, so he pressed on with his seemingly aimless wandering of the maze, not realising at all just how guided he was in his steps until he came upon a large stone door. By this time Renthis suspected that something haled him to this spot, and now he did not know if it was for good or for ill. He had nowhere else to turn, however, as he certainly could not hope to find his way out of this maze before starving to death, so he put his hands upon the door and pushed it open in the hopes of finding some answers.
Renthis instead found quite a sight. The door opened up to a large, expansive room within the cavern that was well illuminated via a crackling bonfire in the middle. The bewildered elven lad stepped into the room, not even noticing the door closing shut behind him as if acting of its own accord. He looked about, taking in the size of the room, so large that despite the brightness of the fire the walls themselves were visibly only with a dim orange glow. The stone floor was surprisingly clean, well-swept and free of dust and dirt, though little seemed to decorate the cavern; a rock here and there that could just have easily been set out deliberately for sitting as it could have been placed naturally. It wasn't until Renthis had stepped halfway toward the fire that he saw the bed on the opposite side of the room. It wasn't a true bed, more of a large collection of cushions and huge mattresses collected and strewn together, though the ultimate effect seemed oddly pleasing rather than rag-tag or cobbled. The elf boy blinked once before he noticed the figure sitting upon the bed. Renthis's heart skipped a beat as he noticed reposed body of a large minotaur, sitting upright and staring directly at him with unblinking yellow eyes. He seemed to be about eight feet tall, with thick and short but coarse bodyfur covering him, and he was quite unashamedly nude. Renthis would have been more frightened if not for the two other elf boys in the room, resting and leaning on either side of the bull-creature. Both appeared to be about Renthis's age, one with shining golden blond hair and the other with dark brown hair that nearly matched Renthis's. Both seemed well-groomed and well-bathed, both seemed quite content with their surroundings and both were very much naked and obviously not afraid to show it off and to one unaccustomed to elven physiology they might appear to be a little younger than adolescents, for elves have no body hair and as such the skin around their genitals was very smooth.
Renthis tried to think of something to say or something to do, but he came up short and just stood and stared, dumbfounded. The minotaur leaned forward slightly, showing what seemed to be a very sly grin, and welcomed the newcomer in a deep but soothing voice.
"Greetings."
Bartaugh's words were hardly a sudden utterance, as the minotaur had made quite a gesture of moving about before saying them, yet they still caught Renthis completely off-guard, leaving the boy rather startled. It took him a few seconds before he was collected enough to reply, "Um, hello. W...who are you?"
The minotaur seemed amused as he leaned back in his bed and stretched his arms around the backs of his two elven boys.
"I am Bartaugh and this...", the creature explained as he gestured to the brown-haired boy, "is Freynis."
He moved his arm to indicate the other boy now, "...and this is Leyrar. And you are Renthis. My boys have had their eyes on you for some time, and I see that they were correct in choosing you."
Renthis was struggling not to stare at anyone, but when all three of the individuals to whom he could address any questions were nude it was somewhat difficult to avoid, even if he was staring at any one of them for only a few seconds at a time. He was so self-conscious of his staring that there was an awkward pause between Bartaugh's words and the boy's response, but Renthis spoke clearly enough when the time came, "Chose? Why would I be chosen? Why would I be brought here?"
Bartaugh made a vague gesture with his arms and both of the nude elven youths stood and approached Renthis as the minotaur explained, "I enjoy the company of handsome young elves such as yourself...and my concubines here. I wished to meet with you so that I could show you the pleasure that a minotaur could give you...and so that you could learn the means of pleasuring a minotaur."
Renthis stammered, not at all sure how to respond to Bartaugh's explanation, especially when he was also trying to figure out why the minotaur's concubines were approaching. Just as he stammered out "But..." Freynis had grabbed his head and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. He would have protested, but he was even further confused into submission when Leyrar slipped behind him and tugged at his pants, pulling them downward -- and also because he found that he didn't actually object to the kiss, even when Freynis's tongue unexpectedly pushed into his mouth. He almost felt some regret when the kiss was broken, and without question he raised his arms so that his shirt could be pulled up and off. It wasn't until he looked down and saw the blond-haired elf boy's head resting at his crotch that he was startled back to reality.
While he didn't actually struggle to escape (which would have been awkward with him nearly completely naked and his pants at his ankles), he stammered out "Hey! What's going on?"
Bartaugh seemed amused, "Well, my boys will also have a chance to pleasure and to be pleasured with you. Now Leyrar, there is plenty of time for that later. Finish your work."
Leyrar looked up at Renthis, blushing brightly as he resumed his task of undressing the newcomer. He unlaced the boy's boots and pulled them off easily, thanks to Renthis's helpful lifting of his legs, and then he slid the pants out of the way, leaving the still baffled boy as naked as everyone else in the cave.
Renthis's general state of bewilderment finally started to fade and the boy came to grips with the fact that he was now stark naked in front of three complete strangers. He tried to push his hands down between his legs in a futile attempt to cover himself, but his arms were gently pulled away by Leyrar and Freynis. He looked to Bartaugh for an answer, and he couldn't help but suddenly notice that the minotaur -- who had stood up and was approaching slowly -- was very clearly aroused, so much so that he bounced his impressive cock in his left hand as he stepped forward.
"There is no need for modesty here," the minotaur intoned as he approached his new visitor, "In fact, I much prefer that my guests not be burdened by such troublesome things as clothes."
Renthis stared, open-mouthed, as Bartaugh approached and the sight of that twelve inch minotaur erection, quite thick, bright red and bead of precum forming at the tip with a pair of large and heavy-looking and brown-fuzz covered testicles hanging below it was such a distraction that he barely heard his host's words. He was further distracted when he felt the fingers of both hands brushing against strange things, and he looked down to see that Leyrar and Freynis were using his hands to rub over their own aroused genitalia! Alarmed at the sudden odd sensation within his fingers, he jerked his arms free and staggered backwards whilst trying to cover his groin, which -- much to his embarrassment -- was showing its own prominent arousal. He stopped once he felt the cold stone wall against his back, and he just stared at the approaching minotaur as the sense of fear and shame built within him.
Bartaugh approached the confused and slightly rattled boy, giving a smirk when he deliberately poked his cock against Renthis's chest as the elven youth feebly attempted to squirm further back into the wall. He let his cock throb and leak precum onto his wiggling captive before speaking.
"You needn't fear my concubines," the minotaur intoned as his cock slowly smeared its gooey precum onto the trapped boy's smooth skin, "They only wish to give you pleasure and to make you comfortable. They are quite skilled at entertaining both minotaurs and other elven boys...and it's obvious that you would appreciate their talents at work upon you."
Renthis couldn't tell if he was less afraid or if his fear was being overshadowed completely by his rapidly rising embarrassment He could feel the massive member pressing against his chest as it visibly throbbed and he shivered at the sensation of warm precum dribbling onto his skin. He couldn't help but stare at the minotaur's cock and balls, partly fascinated just from the appearance and also very confused as he didn't quite know why he found the creature's genitals so intriguing. He nodded slowly in response to Bartaugh's words, though he really only half-comprehended them. After several long seconds he mustered the will to look away from the minotaur's monster cock to gaze up into Bartaugh's face and meekly ask, "W...what do you want from me...sir?"
Renthis wasn't sure at all why he referred to the minotaur as "Sir". He wanted to feel upset for it, but the worst that he could muster was embarrassment, and it showed in the reddening of his face.
Bartaugh gave an amused smile and reached to caress the blushing boy's face with his right hand -- which only furthered the boy's embarrassment-- and he gently explained, "I, and my concubines, wish to enjoy your company and in doing so..."
The minotaur's thumb lightly slid along the boy's ear, which made Renthis squirm for that is a sensitive spot in any elf, "...you shall experience a pleasure that no elven boy your age should go without."
Renthis was trembling lightly, and he didn't even really know why --something told him to be afraid, but that was being overshadowed by an overwhelming desire to see just what the minotaur had in mind. He was confused at first when the minotaur gave a very amused expression, and then he was shocked to look down at what was causing it: both Leyrar and Freynis were leaning in front of his chest, their faces pressed to Bartaugh's cock, mouths kissing and tongue's caressing the throbbing member. Renthis wasn't sure at all what to think of it at first, but he felt his own cock throbbing almost painfully when he watched Leyrar lightly suckle on the minotaur's cocktip.
Bartaugh lightly patted his two concubines gently on their heads and softly growled, "Now, now. There will be time for that later. Your new friend needs your attentions first..."
Bartaugh stepped away and the two elven concubines raised their heads, looked at Renthis and gave warm and mischievous smiles. Renthis's left arm was taken by Leyrar and his right by Freynis and the two concubines led the still confused elven youth toward the very comfortable-looking bed, directing him to lie down on his back as they knelt before him. Renthis saw Bartaugh sitting on what was apparently a comfortable rock, the minotaur still slowly stroking his rigid cock as he watched everything with interest, and then the elf's attention was quickly diverted with a sudden lick on his left ear. He quickly turned his head to see a mischievously grinning Leyrar, though he barely had time to react before he felt and odd sensation between his legs. He looked down to see his cock being rather thoroughly licked by Freynis. Shuddering from the shock of the sight, but not actually trying to escape, he gasped, "W...what are you doing!"
Renthis did not receive an answer, and he nearly panicked when his cock disappeared into Freynis's mouth, giving a good squirm and whimper at the completely unexpected and new sensations enveloping his engorged member, but Leyrar quickly grabbed and steadied him and asked, "Are you saying that you don't enjoy this?"
Renthis thought for a moment, watching with some awe as his cock was worked in Freynis's mouth, and realised that the sensations were in fact rather pleasant. A smile slowly crept across his face and he nodded to Leyrar, who promptly stood up before Renthis, giving the still slightly dazed boy a faceful of elven cock. Renthis stared, open-mouthed, for a moment. He wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the appearance of male elven genitalia, though he'd never seen another boy's erect cock and balls before, much less a set pushed so close to his face and so he found himself a bit surprised at the new perspective. He didn't have time to fully assess his position before his head was grabbed and the hard elven cock in front of him was thrust into his still gaping mouth, which only startled Renthis further. He closed his mouth around the intruding member in surprise, but he was unable to pull his head away and thus he was forced to quickly deal with the fact that he had an erect adolescent elven penis in his mouth and he was able to feel its every motion as it lightly slid against his tongue. It was such an odd sensation, feeling like a thin layer of softness around something incredibly hard and rigid and so warm and very organic, that Renthis didn't realise until a few seconds into it that he actually rather enjoyed the feeling and then he finally made the connection between what was in his mouth and what Freynis was doing to his own cock. Correctly assuming that he was to give Leyrar the same pleasure that he was experiencing at the moment, he did his best to imitate what he assumed that Freynis was doing: sucking firmly on the elven member in his mouth and sliding his tongue about the organ in an attempt to further pleasure the youth.
Renthis lost all track of time as he orally serviced one elven boy and was orally serviced by another; all that he knew was the growing pleasure in his loins and the strange anticipation as he sucked the cock in his mouth -- knowing that it would lead to something, but not quite knowing what. It was this anticipation that led him to feel a sudden great sense of loss when Lehrer's cock withdrew from his mouth at once, and he whimpered slightly while trying to lean forward though he only managed one final lick at the retreating cocktip before he was unable to follow further thanks to his positioning with another boy's head at his crotch. He gave a pleading look at Leyrar, but he was met only with the boy's knowing smile. His despair was short-lived, however, as he was soon distracted by a sudden surge of pleasure running through him thanks to Freynis's attentions. He tensed firmly and grasped weakly at the sucking boy's head, though he was denied once more when Freynis rose up from his cock and poor Renthis was left whimpering and gasping with unsatisfied anticipation.
Freynis and Leyrar smiled mischievously at one another, then both boys reached down, lifted Renthis up, pulled him from the bed and set him down to kneel upon the floor. The confused elven youth looked to the more experienced boys for answers, but it was clear that he was to be instructed through pure demonstration. He saw Leyrar slip behind him, and then felt the boy's warmth pressed up against his backside. He wiggled lightly both from anticipation and nervousness, and he looked up at Freynis, who was watching with a smirk. Renthis looked down a bit and saw Freynis's firm erection and he was overcome with a sudden desire to lean forward and take it into his mouth. He went unfulfilled, however, as Lehrer's arms came around and grabbed him firmly and before Renthis could register a protest he felt something very warm and very hard pressing right up into his ass.
Renthis reflexively tried to jerk his hips away from the sudden intrusion, but he was held fast by Leyrar's grip, and the odd new sensations made his attempt to question the ordeal come forth unfinished in, "Hey, what are you dooooooouuuuh!"
It was several seconds before Renthis was able to settle down. Immediately after being penetrated he felt his entire body seize up from the sudden strain within him, and as Leyrar's cock pushed further into his tight rear he began spasming uncontrollably. It was not until half of the elven adolescent cock was within him that he came to the realization that the sensations within him were actually rather pleasant, so much so that they were making his cock ache from the resulting arousal. There was still some slight pain - it was his first time being fucked, after all -- but his attempts to report his discomfort came out only in strained gasps. He felt some relief when Leyrar's cock entered him completely, as the more experienced boy remained still for a moment to allow the just-deflowered youth to adjust to the new situation.
It wasn't until Leyrar resumed his motions, slowly drawing back very slightly and pushing forward again in a gentle thrusting motion, that Renthis realised that Freynis had repositioned himself. The boy was now laying on his back on the floor, his head right in front of Renthis's legs, and Renthis realised that the elf was staring at his cock. He felt a tingling in his loins -- followed by a slight spasm from another thrust from Leyrar -- and then he looked forward a bit and saw Freynis's cock sticking straight up. Renthis licked his lips and leaned forward slightly, knowing what to do.
Freynis's cock was closer and closer, and Renthis's tension was no longer entirely a result of Leyrar's increasingly forceful thrusts in his tight, young ass. His nose finally touched the tip of that waiting erect cock, and he took a deep breath to take in the wonderful scent of aroused adolescent boy before opening his mouth and letting it fall down upon the awaiting shaft. It was as though this was his true purpose --he felt complete, a cock in his mouth, another in his ass, and shortly after that he felt the wonderful sensation of Freynis's mouth sliding around his own cock. He lowered his head gently around Freynis's throbbing shaft, surprising himself at how much he could take it in before it became uncomfortable and then he lifted his head up and drew his mouth off of the cock somewhat so that he could properly swirl his tongue around the sensitive glans and properly kiss and suckle the wonderfully erect penis before dropping his head again to see if he couldn't bring himself to take a bit of it into his throat. He was able to make a little more progress in deep-throating Freynis with each attempt, though the rapidly increasing pleasure in his cock and ass kept him from fully reaslising his improvement. The sensation of throbbing cock sliding against his tongue and filling more and more of his throat just seemed a natural accompaniment of the increasing sensation of pleasure as he thrust his cock into Freynis's mouth in return. He was only dimly aware of Leyrar's cock thrusting faster and harder into his ass, though he fully noticed the sudden flood of warm liquid flooding his insides. Surprisingly pleasant as the sensation was, Renthis was still so shocked by it that his head suddenly jerked forward and his throat took in more of Freynis's cock than ever before. As he slipped back into reality, he noticed the moans and gasps of pleasure from Leyrar and felt the sudden managed thrashing from Freynis beneath him followed by a sudden gush of thick liquid in his throat -- very much like the gush that filled his ass seconds before. Not quite knowing what to make of it all, but a little out of it as a result of the increasingly unbearable pleasure in his loins, Renthis slipped his head back a little bit so that Freynis's cock was spurting out over his tongue, and he drank the more experienced elven youth's cum as it gushed forth, feeling the hot liquid flowing quickly down his throat (and some of it dribbling down his chin). The sensation of being filled from both ends with hot elf adolescent cum was more intense than anything he'd ever experienced, causing him to feel a sudden wave of pleasure explode through his body, centered in his groin as he reflexively thrust his cock deep into Freynis's throat and felt his own orgasm take him. Once again his mind was swimming as his cock pulsed and throbbed and, for the first time, let loose thick gushes of his youthful seed that Freynis drank down eagerly.
Leyrar, Freynis and Renthis all lost all sense of time and most of the sense of their surroundings as they pleasured one another to orgasm, but the lone spectator in the room was well aware of all that he observed. Bartaugh stroked his thick, rock-hard cock while watching his two concubines show the new 'guest' the ways of sexual pleasure, holding back his efforts when the sight of the three boys cumming almost simultaneously nearly pushed him over the edge, and chuckling softly as he watched the spent youths collapsing upon one another with Renthis and Freynis still at one another's cocks, trying to draw out as much elven semen as possible. It was such an amusing and erotic sight, seeing the naked elven boys squirming about atop one another, that he let it continue for several minutes before finally sitting upright, clearing his throat and asking, "Are you three finished yet?"
Freynis and Leyrar quickly snapped to attention, their smiling faces turning to their master and nodding slowly. Renthis, not used to proper sexual protocol, followed suit once he saw what was going on, though he gave a shocked gasp when he saw the firm rod twitching and throbbing, stretching out from between the minotaur's spread legs. It was a rather captivating sight, especially for an elven youth who had never before viewed such a magnificent object, so Renthis was naturally a little lost in admiration and did not notice that Freynis and Leyrar had suddenly moved up to attend their master until the elven boy realised that it was Leyrar's tongue that was sliding up and down along the side of that thick red cock and Freynis's hands and mouth that held and kissed the heavy-looking orbs of the minotaur's testicles. Feeling slightly left out, and more than a little enchanted by the minotaur's arousal, Renthis stood at last and slowly approached his host's groin, alternatively shifting his gaze from Bartaugh's groin to his face.
Bartaugh's hands were upon the heads of his two concubines as they attended to his cock, but as Renthis drew near he moved his arms to lightly caress the more apprehensive boy's cheeks and coax him closer. He smiled warmly and softly implored, "Come, show me what my boys have taught you..."
Renthis gave a bit of a gasp when he realised that Bartaugh's thick cock was just inches from his nose, and he suddenly felt a strange sense of apprehension when the minotaur's two strong hands pulled his head closer still, until his lips were nearly pressed against the the precum-soaked tip. He felt the heat from the thick member before him, he felt his heart pounding in his chest and he felt the minotaur's fingers kneading his head, trying to coax him to go further. He inhaled deeply, taking in Bartaugh's incredibly aroused scent, then lost much of his awareness as his mouth opened and his lips slipped around as much of Bartaugh's cocktip as possible. The taste of the minotaur's precum from the tip of that monstrous cock made Renthis remember the pleasant fluid that had gushed forth into his mouth from Freynis's penis, and he felt a strong urging to try and coax the same kind of release from this creature's genitals. Without thinking he brought his hands up to further pleasure his new master, sliding his fingers along the amazingly thick and hard cockshaft for a moment before reaching down and feeling the surprisingly heavy, fuzzy orbs below.
Bartaugh was, at the moment, understandably tense and a bit out of control. His hands hand slipped from Renthis's head -- for the boy needed no further coaxing -- and instead worked to keep himself as steady as possible despite the exquisite attentions of the three elven youths. He felt Freynis's mouth lightly nibbling and licking at his sensitive scrotum, and he reflexively spread his legs to give his concubine better access to his heavy balls. He felt Leyrar's tongue sliding up and down the side of his cock, from base to as close to cocktip as could be reached without interfering with Renthis...and then there was Renthis. Renthis's soft, sweet lips were planted on the minotaur's sensitive cock head, the boy inexperienced yet somehow managing to do a magnificent job on the most sensitive part of Bartaugh's penis. The boy's lips worked around the glans of the cock, tongue probed about in all the right places, teasing over the slit each time a throbbing of the member brought up a new dribble of precum (and any precum that Renthis missed, Leyrar was sure to lap up as it dribbled down). Bartaugh let out several strained-sounding groans as he felt himself losing control of the pleasure that built up within his loins and he felt his two trained concubines slightly tense up from past experience while young, first-time minotaur cock-pleaser, Renthis continued on without a clue that anything was set to happen. And then Bartaugh tensed up and allowed the inevitable to happen. He took a deep breath, gave a sudden triumphant bellow...and then his cock throbbed and erupted.
Renthis had never experienced a minotaur's orgasm before in any way, and thus had no idea what was to come. The sudden spurt of thick and hot cum flooded his mouth without warning with such force that he felt as though his head was thrown back. He stared in shock at the thick cocktip as it continued to spray its release directly onto his face, the elven boy oblivious to the soaking down that he received as he watched, utterly amazed, though after a second it occurred to him to continue trying to please the minotaur and to try and drink down some of his new master's seed. He braved the torrent of cum pounding on his face and pressed his lips to Bartaugh's cocktip once more, trying to swallow down the semen as it pumped forth, but he quickly found himself filling up, and so he repositioned his lips so that he suckled upon the side of Bartaugh's cocktip, only taking in as much cum as he was able to swallow and letting the rest dribble messily down his chin though he found that Bartaugh's sudden grip on his head made it somewhat difficult to pull away, resulting in a significantly large mess being made upon his face.
Bartaugh's orgasm was running its course, and after the first ten seconds of utter ecstasy in which his mind was lost to pleasure, the minotaur began to mentally return to reality as his release continued to pump forth. He gave a broad, satisfied smile and felt an exciting tingle that enhanced his orgasm as he watched Renthis struggle to drink down his cum and the sight of the boy's face held firmly against his crotch, handsome adolescent visage being splattered with more and more minotaur seed. Bartaugh's endurance was not infinite, however, and eventually his release abated; his cock became slightly less rigid, hissed trickled and then ceased to flow from the tip of his shaft and he gently pushed Renthis's somewhat overeager mouth away to prevent excess stimulation.
Renthis staggered backwards a bit, somewhat surprised by the minotaur's sudden push, though he quickly realised that he'd been a bit overzealous when he noticed the surprised (though clearly amused) stares of both Leyrar and Freynis who had stepped back from Bartaugh's crotch several moments earlier. He gave both of his elven companions a sheepish grin, then stared somewhat longingly at the minotaur's spent cock before slowly looking up into Bartaugh's face as though seeking appreciation for the quality of his task which, fortunately, was given in abundance.
"You are quite skilled with your mouth and tongue...and with your fingers, I should add.", Bartaugh chuckled, shifting his position to properly spread his legs in just the right way to give the boy a good view.
Renthis couldn't help but blush. He tried to think of an appropriate response, but despite the minotaur's obvious fondness for him, he was only able to manage to meekly mutter, "T...thank you, sir."
Bartaugh chuckled at the newcomer's timid stance, his amused reaction helping to slightly calm Renthis. The minotaur slowly shifted from his bed, drawing forward to a kneeling position before the young elf. His large right hand reached forward to caress the boy's chest, lightly-furred fingers slipping down along the adolescent's abdomen and then finally stopping to quite openly fondle at the elven youth's groin, wrapping around and gently grasping and squeezing the rather rigid cock. Bartaugh looked right into Renthis's eyes, licked his lips and softly growled, "Mmm...nice to see that you enjoyed yourself as well. I wouldn't mind feeling this against my tongue later tonight..."
Renthis let out a soft moan when the minotaur's fingers first caressed his cocktip, and his sounds become deeper and more pleasured as the fondling wore on. He let out a whimper and felt a shiver run through his spine at the mention of the minotaur's tongue on his cock -- he could tell just from seeing Bartaugh's tongue flicking across his lips that such a sensation would be exquisite. There didn't seem to be an immediate end to the fondling, so he simply closed his eyes and lightly rocked his hips to fully enjoy the experience. It was only a few seconds before he felt a sudden pinch, followed by a sensation of not quite painful pressure at the base of his penis. He looked down to see large fingers sliding along the tip of his cock and a newly fastened gold ring at the bottom. Reflexively, he moved his hands to the odd ornament, feeling around it, testing its strength, though he suspected that it had been placed for a reason and decided not to try and remove it. Confused, he looked up to his new master, not even needing to ask for Bartaugh to understand the question
"It's to keep you hard.", Bartaugh explained calmly, hands slowly pulling away from Renthis's erection.
Renthis blushed again, and idly fiddled with his firm shaft when the minotaur's fingers withdrew. He examined his ringed penis, then looked up at the minotaur and chuckled, "I don't think that will be a problem, sir."
Bartaugh smiled slyly and nodded, "Perhaps, but I suspect that you do have some limits...this will help stretch those limits."
The minotaur stood, finally, towering over the boy, and dropped his hands onto Renthis's shoulders. Renthis saw Leyrar and Freynis back away to give Bartaugh adequate room, and then he felt himself being turned about as the creature instructed him, "Now, relax and lie down as I direct you. There is one last thing that I wish to do."
Renthis turned as directed, and without even looking up to acknowledge Bartaugh nodded to signal his willingness to comply. He felt himself pushed down: first he was moved to a kneeling position, then his upper body was bent forward so that it was at an angle, with his head resting upon the ground and his rump raised up in the air. Bartaugh allowed the boy to use his arms for some support, but seemed adamant that Renthis's torso remain uncurled. Finally, to some relief for the elven youth, the minotaur finished and took his hands from the boy, standing to attend other matters, apparently. Renthis did his best to remain in position however, not wanting to upset his master, and he was aided when Leyrar and Freynis assisted in holding him in place. He was hit with the sudden realisation of just what his position might allow Bartaugh to do, and the thought of that creature's enormous cock driving into his ass made him tense noticeably He let out an apprehensive whimper, and managed to stammer out, "S...sir...are you planning to..."
Bartaugh knew the question before he heard it, and he answered before it was finished, "No, do not worry. Tempting as it is, I fear that my girth would tear you asunder, and it would not be right to defile such beauty in that way. I have another use for you." He moved to Renthis's backside again, this time brandishing a long metal pole with a sharp, pointed tip that he slowly lined up for a proper thrust, though he had his concubines perform one final task. As Renthis let out a sigh of relief, Leyrar and Freynis gently began braiding the new boy's hair into a single, long rope. Once finished, Renthis was further confused as some kind of liquid -- water? No, it seemed like it was something else -- was rinsed into his long, silken brown hair, soaking it quite thoroughly
Renthis tried his best not to move about as his hair was doused, since, from the way that he was held in place by Bartaugh's concubines, he sensed that he was meant to stay still. His rump wiggled lightly as he made sure that he was still in the position that Bartaugh desired once the other elven boys finished up whatever they had done to his hair. He was about to ponder what Bartaugh might possibly have in store when his train of thought was abruptly derailed when the minotaur thrust the steel rod into his elven ass with such force that it tore its way midway into his chest on the initial entry. Renthis was sent instantly into shock for the duration of the impaling, though Leyrar and Freynis had to hold him firmly in place as Bartaugh worked the rod through the elf adolescent with some care to avoid piercing any internal organs that would cause instant death. Just after Renthis realised that he was feeling a terrible, searing pain running through his body and just before he thought to say something (though he'd not actually considered what he would say), he felt a sudden urge to open his mouth as a thick object pushed its way through his chest. With crossed eyes, Renthis watched in horror as the bloodied tip of the metal spit slowly worked its way out of his mouth -- like a blowjob going the wrong way -- and kept extending further and further, finally stopping with the pointed tip several feet from his face. It wasn't until this moment that the shock wore off to the point where Renthis thought to try and struggle, but he found that even restrained as he was thanks to Bartaugh's servants, the slightest motion only aggravated the terrible pain running through his insides. It did not take terribly long for him to finally stop squirming about, apart from occasional uncontrollable twitches that sent surges of pain through him. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly, finding that something in the spit's construction allowed for some breathing, even if a bit slow and strained. Tears from the fear and the pain slowly trickled down his cheeks and he was barely aware of his arms and legs being taken by Freynis and Leyrar respectively, not noticing as his ankles and wrists were firmly bound to the pole that impaled him.
Bartaugh watched as his concubines properly secured the evening meal to the roasting spit, nodding in approval as they finished their work. Hestared at the impaled elven youth's ass, watching it jiggle as the boy twitched, and the minotaur slowly stroked himself, wistfully thinking that he might have been able to wedge his cock into that firm, tight rear with a bit of patience and lubrication...but sadly, his stomach was becoming a bit insistent that things be moved along. Once Renthis was completely and tightly secured to the spit, Bartaugh grasped up the pointed end and lifted it, standing the spitted boy upright, and intoned to his two concubines, "Now, baste the evening roast."
Renthis tried to cringe, reflexively, but he found that his position was so restrictive as to not even allow that. His mind, now pumped to alertness from the adrenaline coursing through his system, clearly heard and understood Bartaugh's every word, and he remembered at last why he'd been so apprehensive and nervous since meeting the creature. Minotaurs are reputed flesh-eaters, especially sentient flesh! How could he have been so stupid as to forget!? He'd allowed himself to be overwhelmed by the temptations of pleasure and as a result he was about to be eaten. Something in his mind tried to deny his fate, tried to tell him that there was another explanation, that somehow -- despite being impaled on a metal spit -- he was not going to be harmed. He heard noises in front of and behind him, the sound of Leyrar and Freynis masturbating, aiming their cocks at him so as to release their seed on his body to "baste" him. He opened his eyes and stupidly tried to move his head to see what was happening, but was rather quickly reminded of his immobility at the attempt, and he was left staring straight up at Bartaugh; the minotaur's next words silenced the little voice of hope in the elven adolescent's head:
"You look absolutely delicious; a fine and handsome catch. I am sure that you will cook into a beautiful roast, and I promise that my concubines and I shall truly enjoy feasting upon your roasted flesh. I can already tell that it shall be a delight feeling your thick elven cock against my tongue..."
Renthis's fears were truly confirmed, his fate ultimately sealed. He was now nothing more than food to be devoured by a hungry minotaur and, presumably, two cannibal elves. He whimpered pathetically, closing his eyes as more fresh tears began to crawl down his cheeks. Large fingers again caressed his cock and Renthis understood now why the cockring had been attached, as his uncontrolled erection had become somewhat painful after being sustained for so long. He could only physically respond by tightly curling his toes, suddenly hit with the realisation that he'd not been kept hard for pleasuring, it was only being kept erect so that it would be full and firm when it was cooked and eaten.
Bartaugh gave a somewhat sadistic smile as he watched Renthis's heavily restrained responses, then he waited patiently for Leyrar and Freynis to complete their task. Both boys were taking their time: building up, backing off, and building up again as often as possible to increase the intensity -- and with it the volume -- of their releases. Both were, at this point, nearing completion. Freynis let go first, giving a strained groan as he quickly aimed his cock so that his thick elven seed splattered rather firmly against Renthis's chest and belly. He worked as long as possible, making sure that he let out as much cum as possible, and just as he was nearing completion Leyrar began letting out his "basting sauce" onto the impaled youth's backside.
Renthis's mind had slipped into deep despair, and he barely noticed the goings on around him now. He heard sounds and words but he did not try to comprehend them, though the meaning of the warm liquid splattering on his chest, and then again at his backside, was unmistakable. He shivered very delicately, now struggling to control his movements to minimize the pain that he felt, and he heard words that his overworked and unmotivated mind did not bother to mind. He felt hands on his front, then on his back. Elven hands. Smearing the splattered cum about on his skin to fully coat him. Basting him. Like a roast. He was just a roast, he was nothing but meat waiting to be cooked and eaten, even to his fellow elves. The realisation made his body shudder painfully as he tried to sob.
Bartaugh nodded with approval as his concubines properly smeared their cum about on Renthis's body, coating him as thoroughly as could be done from head to toe. The minotaur paid little mind to Renthis's state of mind; the boy was to be cooked and eaten within the hour, and as such his mental state was of little consequence. He extended the hand not holding up the spit, indicating for his servants to finish up their task, and stated, "It is time to roast him."
Renthis heard the final comment, and it made him whimper very weakly --for there was little other response that he could give. He felt the hands that had rubbed him move off and away, then he felt larger, stronger hands grabbing him and tilting him, turning him so that he was now horizontal rather than vertical. He felt movement, and then he felt warmth, followed by intense, terrible heat. He tried to writhe as he was set over the flames, but his bindings and impalement kept him from budging even an inch, and so he was rendered utterly helpless as he was set to his ultimate fate of being roasted alive. It felt like an eternity before he felt anything else, though truthfully only several seconds had passed. A sudden jarring sensation went through him, and it took him a moment to realise that his body was rotating, turning above the fire -- naturally he was to be cooked properly and that meant being cooked evenly. Utterly desperate to escape the torment of the flames, he opened his eyes, hoping to find a way to reach someone, to somehow find a means to plead for his life. Unable to turn his head, all that he could see as stared straight ahead while rotating over the fire was Freynis, at work turning the spit. There was no pleading to be done, Renthis realised as he again succumbed to the agony of the flames. The last thing that he had seen was Freynis's face: eager, happy, licking his lips in anticipation. Renthis suspected correctly that Leyrar wore a similar expression, and he sobbed weakly and pitifully as it sank in that the boys with whom head played, with whom he had shared such pleasure, elven boys just like himself were going to eat him. They were cannibals, eagerly consuming the flesh of their own kind, and Renthis knew that he was nothing more than another meal for them. All hopes dashed, Renthis surrendered to the fire as best he could, body twitching and writhing uselessly against the bindings and impalement in response to the unbearable heat that slowly cooked his flesh.
Bartaugh watched with an amused smirk as Renthis slowly cooked alive; it was always an erotic sight to view an elven youth being bathed in fire, especially when the image was accompanied by other handsome elf boys assisting in preparing the roast. There was something amusing about watching the adolescent elves eagerly cooking one of their own kind in anticipation of devouring the boy's tender, young flesh. The minotaur stood, legs slightly spread to let his fully, heavy balls hang down while his cock twitched in a constant state of arousal, and he praised his concubines, "You have done exceptionally well in finding this boy. He shall make a fine feast for us tonight, he is so clearly juicy and delicious...And I must say that it was a delight watching the two of you play with him and watching him learn to love the feeling of cock in his mouth and in his ass."
Both Freynis and Leyrar smiled broadly at the praise, and Freynis quietly responded, "T...thank you sir. I should say that it was very gratifying to see him pleasure you so eagerly."
Bartaugh chuckled, "Well, it was certainly gratifying to have him pleasure me. So amusing how your kind can go from inexperienced virgins to eager cockpleasing sluts in a matter of hours."
Both elven concubines blushed brightly at that, remembering how their first experiences with the minotaur had gone, knowing that the creature was correct.
Bartaugh continued, "I will admit, the thought of keeping him around for one night did cross my mind. I was tempted by the prospect of watching you work upon him for my entertainment, as well as spending a few hours easing my cock into his ass..." He idly stroked himself with his left hand as he spoke, watching as the very youth being discussed turned above the flames, "...but the urgings of my hunger overwhelmed such desires. Much as I wanted to feel my cock in his ass, I desired to have his flesh in my stomach even more.
Leyrar licked his lips, also staring at the rotating youth, and he answered his master, "Your judgment was wise, as always. Already it is clear that his meat shall be a delight to devour. I look forward to eating one of his legs..." He quickly looked up to his master and added, "...i-if it is acceptable for me to claim such a piece, sir."
Bartaugh chuckled and nodded, "Both of you are free to claim what you choose, apart from his cock and balls, so long as you leave plenty of meat for me. Otherwise, I might have to roast one of you to make up for the lost flesh in my belly."
Bartaugh waited for his concubines to react to the last comment before adding, "...but do not worry. I am sure that your catch shall provide plenty of meat for all of our stomachs."
Renthis's mind was flickering in and out of consciousness, the intense heat too agonizing to let him properly pass out, but the effect of his body being cooked starting to shut his mental functions down nonetheless. He felt despair when he heard Leyrar's glib talk of eating his leg, then he faded out until Bartaugh finished giving approval of Leyrar's request, coming back in time to hear both elven concubines eagerly discussing what other parts of his body that they would like to eat. His mind raced with images of his leg, his arm, his foot (Freynis expressed a keen interest in sucking the toes off of the bone) and it finally, truly and irrevocably hit him that he was nothing but meat to be eaten, from his head to his toes; even his cock was apparently a delicacy for this minotaur. He gave a final, pained and horrified sob, and then his mind ceased to function.
Leyrar and Freynis did not notice exactly when the evening roast expired, but ever-observant Bartaugh knew the second that the boy's last breath occurred He stepped forward, and Freynis -- knowing what was to come -- stepped away from the spit so that Bartaugh could take over. The minotaur turned Renthis so that the partially cooked boy was face-down over the fire, then he easily lifted the boy's head up and swung the body so that it was no longer over the flames. He nodded to his concubines, who already knew what was to be done. Leyrar fetched a large pot that he placed beneath Renthis's head while Freynis retrieved a large, sharp knife, and knelt before the red-skinned elven boy to await a sign to proceed. Bartaugh nodded his approval, and Freynis made a quick slice along Renthis's throat. The minotaur tilted Renthis's head downward to allow the blood to more rapidly drain from the roast's carcass and into the pot while Freynis made another cut in the roast's belly after which Leyrar assisted in gutting the roast, dumping the entrails into the pot as well. It was messy, but quick work, and once Renthis was properly gutted and sufficiently drained the minotaur gently placed the boy back over the flames to resume cooking. He began to turn the meat and nodded to his concubines, "Dispose of the mess, clean yourselves up and return to finish cooking tonight's meal."
Bartaugh's concubines did as they were instructed, heading to a familiar stream within the cave to clean themselves up and once properly freshened they returned to the roasting elf to see the meal cooked to completion. Bartaugh bid Leyrar to take the spit handle and continue roasting the boy, then the minotaur stepped back and took in the mouth-watering sight. A handsome, and impaled, elven boy turned over the fire, his nude body turning a light brown and, thanks to the cockring around the base of his penis, his cock remained rock-hard and already looking to be a tasty morsel. Even though Renthis's browning skin made him look more and more like food and a little less "elven", his hair, still intact and retaining its sheen and beauty thanks to its earlier treatment, helped create a true synthesis of appearance of both elven boy and delicious roast. Bartaugh lay down upon his bed and watched the erotic and appetizing sight, lightly stroking himself as his two concubines tended to the evening roast. The minotaur licked his lips, amused at how eager (and aroused) two elven boys were to devour the cooked flesh of their own kind.
The evening passed relatively quietly, with little sound within the cave apart from the crackling of the fire, the hiss of juices that dripped from a roasted elven youth and -- of course -- the rumblings of three hungry and eager stomachs. Freynis and Leyrar had alternated turning the evening meal over the fire, each taking the occasional break to masturbate when the sighs, smells and anticipation became too much to bear. Bartaugh merely watched the proceedings; he was well-versed in all of the proper elf-cooking techniques, but he hardly felt the need to go to any trouble of his own when he had two perfectly willing servants who were so amusing to observe. In fact, he had trained them so well at the task that he did not even need to tell them when Renthis was completely and properly cooked -- both Leyrar and Freynis could tell right away when it was time to take the youth off of the fire from the boy's aroma, appearance and even the way the juices sizzled and dripped from his now deep brown skin. As the roasted boy was placed -- face-up -- on a clean cloth on the floor and his wrist and ankle bindings were removed, the minotaur stood, knowing that while his expertise was not needed in arranging the roast, his strength would be.
The minotaur's concubines grasped the evening meal -- carefully, so as not to burn their hands -- with Leyrar holding Renthis's shoulders and Freynis at the ankles, and both held in a gentle, practiced fashion so as not to tear the meat as Bartaugh took hold of the spit and slowly pulled it from Renthis's rear. It was a slow process, a task taken carefully, but the pointed tip soon retreated back into Renthis's mouth, and moments later was finally pulled free from the youth's roasted rump before being tossed aside. Leyrar gently put the roasted boy's arms at his sides while Freynis gave some special attention to Renthis's feet.
Bartaugh looked down at a somewhat overeager elven boy and asked, "Hungry, are you?"
Freynis sheepishly looked up from where he'd been licking the juices from between the cooked toes of Renthis's left foot. He blushed quite brightly at his rather silly action, and felt a slight bit of fear that he might have upset his master.
Bartaugh smiled, clearly amused, and reassured his servant, "Well, don't be shy. I know how much you love sucking on the toes of other boys. Take a few nibbles; dinner is served, after all."
Freynis nodded, somewhat relieved that his master found it all so funny. He lowered his head against those steaming, golden-brown elven boy toes and started nibbling on them as instructed, finally gently chewing and sucking the tender, tasty flesh of each individual toe from the the bone. It was no secret that Freynis had an extreme foot fetish, and his cock bobbed, throbbed and twitched madly as he lowered his head to nuzzle, lick and chew on the tender sole of Renthis's roasted left foot, savouring both the flavour and the texture of the meat.
Bartaugh smiled, always pleased to see his concubines enjoying a good meal. He knelt before the roast and gently ran his fingers through the energetic (and clearly foot-hungry) boy's hair before indulging his own, minotaur-sized, hunger. He grasped the roasted elven youth's right ankle with one hand, held Renthis's hips steady with the other, and wrenched the cooked boy's entire right leg from the socket. As he held the leg up with both hands (for, even for the minotaur's size, Renthis's roast leg was a bit much to hold in a single hand) and took a sizeable bite from the juicy meat of the elf's thigh, he saw that the leg was not the first limb liberated from the boy's body, as Leyrar had pulled free Renthis's upper right arm and was now clearly enjoying mouthful after mouthful of the roasted elven youth's delicious flesh, much of the bone already visible. Bartaugh, having both a larger mouth and appetite, began quickly sucking the cooked flesh of Renthis's leg from the bone, chewing it up and swallowing it before going for another large bite. For several minutes the cave was filled with the sounds of teeth -- elven and minotaur -- chewing up tender, delicious boy flesh, throats swallowing down the hot meat, and satisfied diners moaning in pleasure from the wonderful, unique flavour of cooked elf.
Bartaugh finally tossed the leg aside -- though now it was almost completely stripped to the bone, only Renthis's foot flesh remained, as Bartaugh desired to offer it to Freynis, who had already completely devoured the roasted youth's left foot (having used his tongue to suck away meat from the hard-to-reach places), leaving behind only skeletal remains, and was now munching happily at the ankle. Leyrar was busy taking his time savouring the flesh of Renthis's fingers, as those and the hand were all that was left from the boy's upper right arm, though both elven concubines snapped to attention -- finishing up chewing and swallowing the meat in their mouths -- when they heard the leg bones clattering on the floor. Leyrar slowly put the remains of Renthis's arm down and Freynis sat upright, both boys watching their master as though they knew exactly what was to come next. The minotaur smirked, glad to see that his concubines had quickly learned even the more subtle nuances of the ritual of the elf-roast.
"You are both quite observant." the minotaur nodded, "Yes, it is time... Leyrar, please do the honors."
Freynis gently pulled Renthis's remaining leg aside while Leyrar knelt before the roasted elven youth's groin and sank a large, sharp knife into the delicate meat. It was a simple, but practiced cut as he carefully carved out the steaming and still hard cock and crisped balls of the evening meal and then Leyrar brought the cooked genitals to his lips. It was quite tempting to take a bite from the tender-looking meat, but the elven concubine knew better than to do anything more than lightly kiss the glistening, greasy tip. Leyrar then knelt before Bartaugh and extended his arm, offering Renthis's most private organs to his minotaur master. The cannibal elf tensed as he felt his hand suddenly engulfed by Bartaugh's wet, hot mouth and he held his breath as his palm was swept over by the broad, hot tongue of his master. The morsel was pulled out of the elf's reach and into the minotaur's teeth, which suddenly chomped down on and crushed Renthis's cooked cock and balls. Bartaugh took care not to crush his concubine's hand as he
slowly chewed up the delectable morsel, enjoying the exquisite flavour while Leyrar felt the roast elf's cockjuices spilling out and mingling with Bartaugh's saliva followed by the erotic suction of the pulverized flesh being swallowed down to be digested. When it was all over, Leyrar finally, slowly, withdrew his rather moist arm.
Finished with his meal, Bartaugh growled. It was a long, deep, feral growl of satisfied lust and urging, a profound sense of being truly sated -- though his stomach still had room for more elven meat. He turned to Leyrar and chuckled, "Did you enjoy the little show?"
Leyrar blushed brightly and lowered his hand, as though fearing that it might cause offense even though Bartaugh made no indication of disapproval.
Bartaugh chortled, "Do not be ashamed, my little cockslut. I have no objections to your enjoying the meal on a more intimate level...so long, of course, as you do not try to take the boy's cock or balls as your own, lest you desire to have your own cooked up and served to me in exchange."
Leyrar nodded, "Y...yessir..." and reached down to grasp his throbbing member, unable to keep from imagining what it might look like cooked and served to his master.
"Still...", Bartaugh added, "...the way it looks now, I'm tempted to take it right now. Perhaps you should bury it in Freynis's ass lest I become further tempted?" He turned to his other concubine and commanded, "Freynis, stand so that your friend may fuck you."
Freynis did as told, though he hardly needed to be ordered into sexual play at this point. Leyrar quickly moved behind his fellow servant, hard elf cock thrusting into tight elven ass within seconds. Bartaugh smiled at the arrangement and leaned forward, licking over Freynis's firm cock, then sucking on it gently as the boy was fucked, the minotaur eager to have a taste of cum to wash down the roasted cock he'd eaten moments before.
The orgasms were incredibly intense, even if they came a bit quickly. Leyrar's cock pulsed and gushed with powerful abandon inside of Freynis's ass, and then Freynis's cock erupted within Bartaugh's mouth, spilling forth thick gushes of elven seed down the minotaur's greedy throat as a heavy tongue continued to stimulate the needy member.
Both boys moaned from the sweet and much needed releases that they had experienced, and both collapsed into Bartaugh's mouth, heads nuzzling into their master's still erect member. The minotaur chuckled at his concubines' eagerness to please, but he said, "There is time for that in a short while. There is still meat to be had, and we do not want to do Renthis the disservice of letting any of him go to waste."
Bartaugh initiated the restarting of the meal by leaning forward and pulling Renthis's left arm free from the shoulder and sucking meat from bone rather quickly. Leyrar followed his master's lead by grabbing up the partially eaten hand that he'd discarded earlier and working to finish it up while Freynis took hold of the discarded foot of Renthis's right leg and sucked the yummy toes from the bone, as he'd done with the previous foot. After finishing up the boy's limbs, the threesome went to work at other equally delicious parts of the roasted elf's body. A thick steak was carved from Renthis's belly, shared and savoured by all. Bits and pieces of rib meat were carved and eaten by the three diners, until finally there was naught but bone upon the boy's chest. Flesh was carved out from the boy's back as well, from just below the shoulders, around the abdomen and his rump, and no one really kept track of who ate how much of what -- Renthis's cooked body was subtly different in taste and texture in its various locations, but it was all juicy and delicious. As Bartaugh finished off meat cut from Renthis's neck and Leyrar and Freynis sucked away meat from the cooked youth's cheek until the skull was exposed, there was little else to eat. It was just as well, for everyone had a full stomach by then, and Bartaugh's cock was still hard and now greatly in need of attention. Bartaugh and his concubines retreated to bed -- leaving Renthis's bones to be cleaned up in the morning -- and the elven boys made sure to give their minotaur master's cock the attention that it deserved. Once Bartaugh had his orgasm, and the elven boys' bellies were filled with minotaur cum in addition to elven meat, the three settled down to sleep, sated and truly satisfied for the evening.