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The Elemental Portals

Book II – Medioterrae

Chapter III – A Not So Warm Welcome

Life took on a familiar routine as they moved on toward the land of Lyonesse.

Breakfast was oatmeal and whatever else they could find, berries, nuts, and the occasional clutch of wild chicken eggs. Paul had insisted on packing a lot of oatmeal because it was light and nutritious, but Darryl could not stomach it.

“I'll go seek out a few rodents while the rest of you eat, unless …" he added turning to Chris, “… you mind me eating your relatives?" After ducking the expected crossbow bolt the dragon flew off, repeating his promise not to hunt rabbits for Junafir's sake.

After they ate they broke camp and walked in what Darryl indicated was the general direction of Lyonesse until the sun was high before stopping for a mid-day meal and rest. After another long march they would look for a good place to camp before the sun got too low. Darryl swore that they would find the main road to the castle of Lyonesse in about four days march.

While they were on the move Paul had Gael stay back a bit as their rearguard with Annie in support because he could trust them not to be distracted by sex while on duty. He had Darryl fly up at regular intervals, high enough to see the area ahead of them but no so far ahead that he was out of Paul's sight - despite Coyotka's assurances he did not fully trust the dragon yet.

They preferred to camp near a stream where Paul could catch some fish and not too far from the forest where James and Junafir could gather deadfall for the fire while the others looked for fresh food. When a good campsite was located the group would split into teams to forage, although it was mostly an excuse for the couples to be alone for a little intimate time before gathering together again to eat the evening meal. Paul had Darryl stay with him because the dragon was overly curious about the mating habits of the others.

After eating they would talk about the obstacles that still lay ahead of them.

“The Lord of Lyonesse is named Morholt." Darryl informed them. “He is an ally of Arthur of Camelot and protects Arthur from attack and invasion though the portal which Lyonesse castle is built around. Morholt is originally from the other side, from a place called Ireland, where his sister reigns as queen. He is a cruel knight with more enemies than allies, King Mark of Cornwall in particular."

“The other side of the portal is inside a stronghold on the border between Cornwall and Arthur's realm." Coyotka explained, drawing on her knowledge of the Wander's Handbook. “That strongpoint controls the trade between Cornwall and Briton just as Morholt's sister controls the sea routes, so King Mark is forced to pay tribute least they lay siege to his kingdom."

“So Morholt controls the portal we need to get to the next one in the chain." James mused.

“Whoever controls Lyonesse controls the portal. Rumour has it that Morholt may not be lord of Lyonesse for much longer though. The last Wanderer to pass through here before visiting the university told me that King Mark is training a knight named Tristan to challenge Morholt for the lordship of Lyonesse."

“I remember that." Annie said.

“How can you remember what hasn't happened?" Darryl asked.

“Because on my world it happened over a thousand years ago, so long that most scholars think that it was only a legend, a story made up to entertain and explain political events of the time. Hell, they say that Arthur of Camelot was just a fictional conglomeration of a number of minor kings of the era."

“Earth scholars, maybe." Coyotka pointed out. “Terran scholars are much better informed. A lot of what you consider legends are events that were experienced by Earthlings on the other side of a portal."

“Yeah, whatever. But we studied the romantic novels in the Arts program at school. According to them Tristan defeats Morholt and then is tasked with escorting the daughter of the Queen of Ireland, Morholt's niece, to Cornwall to marry King Mark. The marriage will establish peace between the two realms and Mark will go on to be a faithful ally of Arthur. But Tristan falls in love with the girl and holes up here, in Lyonesse, until Arthur defeats him and convinces him to give up the girl to Mark and go on a holy quest, or something like that"

“Sounds like the Lancelot/Guinevere story." James commented.

Annie shrugged. “It may have been the inspiration for it."

“Well," Coyotka huffed, “Whether it happens or not is moot because at the moment Morholt is firmly in charge of the portal you need."

That was greeted with mumbled agreements, after which they all settled into their bedrolls.

The next day they came upon a wide stone road and Darryl pointed then toward where the sun would set.

“That way. We should be there by noon tomorrow"

There was a short debate over whether to bother trying to sneak in as they would likely encounter citizens of Lyonesse along the way if they stayed on the road. In the end the consensus was that since they would have to approach the castle openly once they arrived they might as well save time and effort by using the road.

They did draw quite a few stares from the people they passed. Coyotka assured them that it was not because they were unfamiliar with Terrans or even more exotic off-worlders, but more because of the mixed composition of their group.

“A pack of tigers seeking employment as mercenaries or marauding wolves would be more common than five different Terran species, two earthlings and one dragon all travelling together."

“You think they can tell that we're from earth?" James wondered.

Coyotka looked down past the simple cotton tunic he had picked up on Terra to his cut-off jeans and running shoes.

“Oh, they'll know."

They camped out of sight of the road, not wanting to risk being trapped inside an Inn just in case the local Sherriff decided to bring them in for questioning. Paul also insisted that they double the watch, with no couples allowed to be on watch together.

True to Darryl's estimate they could see the spires of the castle sparkling in the early morning sunlight soon after they regained the road the next day. They also began to encounter more people and more settlements as they drew closer. Stares were replaced by comments, some of them questioning, others quite rude, but their size and the ease with which they carried their weapons kept the crowds back as they approached the outer walls of the castle compound.

As the only one with any relevant experience dealing with off-worlders Paul came their spokesdog.

“We have business with his Lordship, Sir Morholt." He replied when they were stopped at the main gate by the guard who asked them why they wanted to go in the castle.

“What business?" The leader of the guards asked.

“Business that is between us and him." Paul said, and jerked a thumb back at Darryl, who had been instructed to look dejected, like a prisoner. “It involves this dragon, and I'd wager that his Lordship would be angry with anyone that delayed us bringing it to him."

The guards went into a huddle. Snatches of their conversation escaped.

“... had a run in with a dragon on his last hunting expedition ..."

“ ... though they killed it ..."

“ ... another, maybe? You know how he likes to torture dragons."

The leader, a large brute with a broken nose, missing teeth and other signs of a rough life, turned back to them. “You can pass, but if word comes back that you lied you'll have me to contend with." He leaned over the smaller collie to emphasize the threat.

Gael stepped in front of Paul and snorted down at the man he towered over. “My friend-girl can take you."

“Girl-Friend." Annie whispered loudly from behind him.

“Yes, my girl, who is a friend, can take the likes of you, human. And she is too, a human, that is."

Coyotka grabbed the horse by the thick forearm. “Let's go before you diplomatic geniuses start a war." She pulled him past the guard post into the city and the rest followed.

“They are going to report us." Junafir said, looking back at the guards over her shoulder.

“No matter." Paul said. “We'll be heading directly for the Keep where we will find Morholt."

Having overrun a few castles during his time as a soldier the collie led them unerringly along a twisted path that was designed to be defensible, but which led ultimately to the square in front of the central tower.

They had evidently arrived before any of the guards from the front gate, because the crew at the entrance to the Keep were not expecting them.

“Business with his Lordship." Paul repeated. “About the dragon here."

This bunch was a little more professional than the group at the gate.

“Is the Lord expecting you?"

“No. We came upon this dragon that had gotten away from him unexpectedly in the woods and realized that Lord Morholt would want to deal with it himself. You know how he likes to torture dragons."

The guard nodded in agreement. “I'll announce you." He took Paul's name and left them under the watchful eyes of the remaining guards. After a few minutes he was back.

“You may proceed to the audience room. It's three floors up."

The stairs were narrow and wound counter-clockwise around the tower, which made it difficult for an attacker ascending the stairs to strike a blow with their dominant arm while giving the defenders plenty of room to swing their swords. At each of the first two levels they had to navigate corridors with turn-backs and redoubts under the eye of more guards before ascending again. When they reached the third level they found it to be entirely open, with a small stage dominated by a large wooden chair at the far end. A phalanx of guards stood between them and the man seated on the throne-like chair.

“All hail Lord Morholt!" A young man in a colourful tunic cried as they entered. As one the guards slammed their drawn swords against their shields while the unarmed couturiers dropped to one knee.

Paul bowed deeply, indicating that the rest should follow suite, but he did not kneel. While serving as an aide to a Terran general he had learned that doing thus indicated that he acknowledged the authority of the lord of the castle, without being subservient.

Morholt smiled knowingly at the gesture.

He was a big man, bigger than the brute at the front gate, but much better looking. His hair and beard were both black and thick, and his features were hard and square. He was clean, and fit, and while his robes were of fine linen they were draped over armour of good quality. The long sword at his side had jewelled hilt, but the sheath was worn from a thousand days of rubbing against thigh and saddle.

Behind his throne there was a small cage made of wood and inside it there was a large insect. The bug was round, bright yellow, and had blue eyes that almost looked human. It buzzed around on a pair of transparent compound wings, evidently excited by the appearance of the dragon.

Darryl raised a clawed hand and smiled in that direction; a gesture not lost on Morholt.

“Ah, the blue dragon. I thought we left you hanging in a tree?"

Paul stepped between the lord and the dragon. “He travels with us now."

“So I see." The smile dropped from Morholt's face as his tone became 20 percent colder. “Why?"

“The dragon offered to be our guide if we freed him, a task he has carried out faithfully. He also solicited our assistance in recovering certain property of his."

“Oh? The bug!" Morholt reached back and sent the cage spinning, upsetting the Parasprite inside. “They glow in the dark, did you know? Makes a lovely nightlight, one I'm quite fond of." He leaned forward and gripped the hilt of his sword. “I hope that you are not seriously considering trying to take it from me."

His guard tensed, adopting attack positions.

“Of course not sire."

“Hey, wait a sec-..."

Paul had Gael grab Darryl by the snout as he continued.

“What I propose is a fair trade. We came here seeking passage through your portal to Earth, and we are willing to pay for the privilege. We thought that we might bargain for the insect at the same time, just as a reward for good service on the dragon's part."

“And if I refuse?"

Paul had overheard talk of rebellion and dissent in the villages they passed though on the way to the castle.

“Do you need more enemies, Lord Morholt?"

Morholt made a careful examination of each of his guests, especially their weapons and the jewels mounted on them.

“It's dangerous to use magic in close quarters like this, so despite the lovely gems on your impressive weapons I think that my men could overwhelm your party."

“Not without losing a significant number of them, and by my count you can't afford to lose any of your best."

“Oh, these are not my best."

From behind the throne a woman emerged. She was almost as tall as Gael and roughly the same build as Annie, with thick, strong limbs and layers of muscle over her torso. The only difference was that her bosom was not as pronounced and her black hair covered all of her head.

She also had distinctly pointed ears.

“A Vulcan!" James gasped.

“An elf." Coyotka corrected.

The elf's round, black eyes flicked toward the coyote before returning to Paul's.

James noted that she was unarmed, and scantily clad in the skimpiest of armour. She looked like a character in one his video games, the kind that proved to be unusually robust and deadly, despite the lack of clothing or weaponry. He cleared his throat and nudged the collie in warning.

Before Paul could say anything Coyotka stepped forward.

“It's very unusual for a human to have an elf warrior in thrall."

Coyotka noted how the elf bristled at the derogatory term for a servant that was virtually a slave. She smiled to herself and pressed forward.

“Perhaps the elf may speak for herself?"

Morholt laughed. “Not in my hall, but what you surmise is true; the elf does not answer to me, more's the pity. She only takes on quests that 'amuse' her. But she has been a faithful ally, so do not discount her loyalty to me."

Paul pushed Coyotka aside, grateful for the assistance but needing to retake control of the negotiations.

“So, Lord Morholt. Is there nothing we do to pursue you to assist us?

Morholt sat back and a smug grin crept over his face.

“As it happens there is something I want that is being held from me." He made a show of examine his fingernails. “I could send my men to get it, which would result in massive casualties, but as you say, that would put a significant strain on my resources. A group of eminent warriors such as yourselves, however, may succeed where ordinary troops would fail."

“I doubt it." The elf commented from her position behind the throne.

“Oh, I don't know, Ladread. Perhaps these animals and their human drones could retrieve it for me, and in exchange I would grant them free passage through the portal and return the bug to the dragon."

“They don't stand a chance against her."

“Who is her?" Paul asked.

“She is a dragon, a fully mature and very powerful dragon." Morholt said with a smirk. “A dragoness named Aldreda."

Paul noted how the guards trembled at the mere mention of the dragon's name.

“What is it she has that you want?"

Morholt's eyes blazed. “She has the Lance Longinus, the spear that was used to pierce the side of Christ on the cross. When the blood and water flowed forth it rendered the blade of that lance invincible. It can pierce anything, armour, fortified gates ..." his gaze shifted to Darryl, “... dragon hide."

“Is that why you want it?" Annie demanded. “To slay dragons?"

“Yes." Morholt sat back in his throne. “You see Arthur's health is failing and he has no heir. Any of his knights that can bring him a prize of great value could be named as heir. Others have set their fates flailing about searching for the holy grail, but I have it on good authority that the cup of Christ is locked securely away in a cave in the Middle East. The lance, however, was brought to Medioterrae by a person known as the 'Fisher King'. My pursuit of it brought me to this world and led me to conquer Lyonesse in the first place. But by then the spear was already gone."

“Taken by the great dragoness to prevent it from being used on her." The elf Ladread added from beside the throne.

“So, if you think that you and your magic weapons are a match for her all you have to do is fetch me the lance and you will have what you want."

“Allow us a moment to confer." Paul said, stepping back and gathering the group around him.

“I don't know, what are our odds against a full-grown dragon, Darryl?"

“Not good. Especially Aldreda. She has a fearsome reputation even among us dragons. What you need is a hero … and that lance."

“You don't think the weapons I forged can pierce her hide?" Gael snorted.

“The old ones are pretty tough."

“Maybe we can trade for it?" James suggested. “I'd give up my father's sword and the fire ruby if will help get Annie back to Earth.

“Would you trade the only weapon that is sure to kill you for something that would barely make a good toothpick?" Darryl shot back.

James gripped the sword. “It's hardly a toothpick."

“Not to you, you're not forty feet long with claws the size of daggers. Believe me, she won't want your sword, although your complete collection of jewels would interest her."

“Would she trade for them, do you think?"

“No. She'll just kill you and take them."

“So," Junafir said, “the rumours about the ferocity of dragons are true."

Darryl rolled his eyes. “No! That's not what I'm saying. What I mean is that if you march into her territory with the intent of taking any of her treasure away, especially to deliver it to Lord Dragon-killer there, you will have effectively declared hostilities and the laws of war will apply."

“And around here," Coyotka continued, “that means she can kill you the second you step into her territory."

“We don't have much of a choice though," Gael pointed out, “not if we want to get Annie home."

Paul bit his lip. “No, we don't." He heaved a deep sigh. “Maybe we'll think of something on the way there."

“Maybe we'll find help on the journey." James added.

“Maybe." Paul turned back to the throne. “Alright, Lord Morholt. We'll take on this quest, on your holy oath that you will allow us passage and return this dragon's belongings if we succeed."

“Agreed."

“One more thing." The elf Ladread said, stepping around the throne and coming to a stop in front of Paul. “I'll be going with them, to protect your interests, Lord."

A wicked smile filled Morholt's face. “Oh? You will fight along side this rabble?"

“Oh, no." She said with a smirk as she gazed down at the collie. “I'll stay safely out of the way while they battle Aldreda, but watching them lose their lives will amuse me. If by some fluke they manage to weaken her sufficiently I will finish her off and bring your prize back."

James shook his head while the canine and the elf continued to challenge each other with their eyes. “Not the kind help I was hoping for."

* * * * * * * * *

Sevade and Nahal had been making good time after leaving the lava field, initially following the creeks and streams as they became rivers. The moved constantly from dawn to dusk, picking up edible plants and kindling along the way, only stopping when it became too dark to see where they were going.

When they found a recent campsite alongside the river they were following they searched the area surrounding it thoroughly, discovering two cast off condoms in the woods nearby.

“You use those things on Earth to prevent pregnancy?" Sevade said in disbelief as Nahal held each up in turn.

“And to prevent disease."

“Barbarians."

Both of the sheaths were large, but one was considerably larger than the other, and it contained much more dry semen that she had ever seen come out of a human male.

“This must be from the horse. Apparently one of the females has taken to him. The human, probably, as this is earth manufacture, from North America or Europe by the quality." She stretched it to show that it was still pliant even after several days laying outside. “From the hand and knee marks on the ground I'd guess that she let him take her from behind."

She snapped the rubber again absently. “I wonder if she enjoyed it?"

“Speaking of which." Sevade said, coming up from behind her and taking a breast in each hand.

Nahal brushed his hands away. “You know the deal. Only for new techniques."

“I showed you how to identify poisonous berries and how to prepare them without poisoning yourself just this morning!"

“Phfft! You had already taught me that, you were just lucky enough to come across some today and pointed them out."

“It must be worth something."

“I'll let you masturbate while I bathe."

“Oh, come on!"

The young human woman tapped her chin in thought. “You still have not shown me where you hide your last two knives."

“Some secrets are sacrosanct."

“Enjoy your hand."

“Alright, alright. But just one each night."

She shook her head and invoked a curse she had heard her father use when dealing with idiots. “Fine. Are we staying here tonight? It's almost sunset."

“Yes, we'll take the extra time to clean up before … you know."

“I'll bath afterwards, if you don't mind." She replied, wishing she had packed some of the rubber sheaths before they had set out.

“Alright, but I want to do it the way you said the horse did, from behind."

Later that night Rory Douglas had some Terran scholars in his employ gaze at the stars through the miniature portal. After calculating and conferring they determined that the assassin and his apprentice were on the world of Medioterrae, heading roughly in the direction of the land of Lyonesse.

“Do you think that they are headed there?" Sevade asked Rory after the scholars were gone.

“I hope so." The other fox chuckled. “I have a pact with the ruler there, an Irish knight as cruel and underhanded as I. Keep heading west and you should come across a road leading to his castle in a few days. If you catch up with the targets deal with them before they can get to Lyonesse, but if they pass through there before you stop in to see Lord Morholt. He still owes me for past favours, and he has something that can help you overcome the magic in those jewels my brother left behind."

The two moved even faster the next few days, stopping only when they came upon other campsites.

Sevade believed that they were catching up, but by Nahal's estimate they were still two days behind when they found the third camp. She was also disturbed to find the tracks of some kind of large reptile mixed in with the paw prints, hoof marks and sneaker treads.

“Rory Douglas said that there were dragons here on Medioterrae, but I got the impression they would be bigger than these tracks indicate."

Nahal made a gesture with her hand as if she were warding off some evil omen. “Evil beasts." She spat.

“Oh, you have dragons on earth?"

“Not anymore, but a village near ours was terrorised by one for hundreds of years. It is called Dara e Ajdahar, the village of the dragon. Ajdahar means dragon in my language. He would fly down and burn the huts and tents with his fiery breath and carry off sheep, goats, and unwed girls. The ajdahar was finally defeated by Ali, the son-in-law of the prophet Mohammed, peace be upon him." She gestured to the sky when she said it.

“Mohammed was the holy man you told me about, the one who spoke for your Maker."

“Yes, and where other warriors met fiery deaths taking on the ajdahar, Ali prevailed. The dragon stood no chance as Ali drew his trusty sword, Zulfiqar. The dragon flew straight on, trying to burn Ali as he stood firm, but the dragon's flaming breath turned to tulip petals in Ali's presence. The force of their impact drove Zulfiqar into the ajdahar's forehead, right between the horns. He hit the ground so hard the ridge of the mountain split right down the middle and he was buried in the rubble, with only his two-meter high horns sticking out."

“When the earth split two spring pools formed, one at the base of each horn. They still exist to this day. One is filled with clear water and it is called the spring of dragon's tears. The other is stained red, and we call it the spring of dragon's blood. After the dragon was vanquished and the miraculous springs appeared all the local inhabitants, and eventually most afghanis, all converted to Islam."

Sevade shook his head as he sat brushing burrs out of his tail. “You humans have the strangest beliefs."

* * * * * * * * *

Having exchanged oaths with Morholt, the Earthlings and Terrans took rooms in an Inn near the castle. They would meet up with the elf warrior Ladread the next morning and she would lead them to the lair of the dragon, Aldreda.

Times were tough in the kingdom of Lyonesse since Morholt had taken over and they had no trouble securing four rooms. Paul had expected Annie and Gael to take one, and James and Junafir a second, but he also booked a single room for the Coyote and a large room for him, Chris and Darryl, even though he was aware that the fox assassin and the dragon did not get along well. He was surprised when Chis opted to share a room with Coyotka, as the two had never slept together at the campsites.

“I can see if they have a room with two beds." Paul offered.

“No need." Coyotka answered absently. “I'll have him sleep on the floor when I'm done with him."

Paul suddenly caught on, having experienced similar treatment from the Dougs-ur-Mark Dominatrix Selina while under her training. No wonder they never brought back many mushrooms, he thought.

The Inn had shared washroom facilities, so Annie and Gael took turns, with Gael staying back to guard their belongings while Annie visited the female's facility and then going to the male's washroom to clean up while she dried her hair in their room.

He returned, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and found Annie laying naked on the room's big bed. He pretended not to notice as he put his clothes away and began to brush out his tail and mane.

“So, what do you think of the elf?"

“Ladread? I hardly noticed her."

A thrown pillow hit him hard in the back of the head.

“Don't lie to me. You could hardly keep your eyes off her, in her slutty little armour."

“Well, she was – what is that word you use? – she was pretty 'swole'."

Annie rose up on her knees with her fists on her hips and a frown on her face.

“I'm not exactly chopped liver, you know."

Gael squinted in confusion. “Whose liver?"

“Uhm … it's an old expression my Grandfather uses a lot about a kind of meat spread. I always thought it was sort of fancy stuff served on little crackers, but I guess in his day it was pretty cheap stuff. Anyway, the expression means that I'm not all that bad."

“I never said you were. Ladread may be bigger and more muscular than you but you're … that other word James uses … thick. Yes, you're thicker than her."

Annie fell back laughing and then rolled over and looked up at the confused equine. “Don't try to use any more of the jargon James spouts. Even he doesn't get it right half the time." She reached out one hand. “Com'ere."

Gael moved in to take her hand, but she reached past it and jerked the towel away from him. His limp penis, already longer than any she had seen on the male models in her advanced art class, swung free.

“Oh yeah. Come to mama."

She grabbed his hips and pulled him close enough that she could nuzzle and lick his thick cock. Before long it was swelling and rising, and she had to turn it sideways to keep from being poked in the eye. She ran her wet lips back and forth along it while stroking the other side with her hand. When it was stiff enough to stand up on its own she rolled over on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed and rubbed the blunt tip on her mouth.

“Push it in, Gael." She moaned, continuing to stoke it with one hand while she teased the nipple of one of her breasts with the other.

Gael was happy to oblige. Shifting his hooves and leaning down util he could rest his hands on either side of her he rolled his hips forward, pushing the first hand-width of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

She shifted her hand to his large sack and rolled his testicles together inside it as he pumped her mouth, each time going a bit deeper. With her head hanging back he had a straight shot into her throat. Over the past few weeks she had learned to supress her gag reflex like a sword swallower, enough for him to push past her uvula and even past the flap of flesh that separated the esophagus from the trachea, allowing him to penetrate her throat almost as far as her stomach.

The sensation of thick, hot cock moving through the bands of muscle in her throat was quite stimulating, she discovered, solving the question of why some women liked to deep throat well endowed men.

She could not breathe when Gael was fully inserted. Unlike the narrow, blunt blades used by sword swallowers that allowed a bit of air to pass around them his cock was so thick it filled her esophagus and blocked the passage to her lungs. Annie had learned to gulp in as much air as she could when he pulled back past the junction and hold her breath for a couple of minutes at a time if she had to. It came in handy when he was close to cumming.

He wasn't close to cumming yet though, and she let herself relax and enjoy the feeling while she played with her clit and continued to squeeze his balls.

Gael held his taut stomach in and tucked his chin against his chest so that he could see the passage of his cock between her lips. It was amazing, and erotic, the way it disappeared inside and magically reappeared after each thrust. He only pulled back far enough for her to breathe between strokes, keeping the sensitive tip inside, but the way his shaft swelled at the point of entry and the way his veins bulged as he forced it in fascinated him.

Shifting his eyes he could see her heaving breasts, much nicer ones than those of the elf, he had to admit. Annie's were big and round and sat high on the muscles of her chest while the elf's looked more manly. Gael preferred the softer feel of large breasts, and he risked raising a hand to clutch one as he continued to pump her throat.

A little father down he could see her hand working busily at her clit. Her cunt was open and exposed and she dipped her fingers inside occasionally to draw the moisture out and over the spot where the inner lips tapered off to form a hood over that little knob of hard flesh. He had been practicing pleasuring her there with his thick tongue, but he could not reach it from the position he was in.

The sight and smell of her pleasuring herself and the feel of her big soft breast in his hand only heightened his excitement and it was not much longer before his thrusts took on new urgency.

She could feel his almost hairless pelvis push against her face as he began to drive his cock in for the finale. She pulled on his sack as if she was trying to milk it, and in a way she was. Gael could cum in great gobs that could overwhelm the unprepared, but the throbbing passage of his spooge through his cock and the warm splash inside her were often enough to drive her over the edge herself. She sucked in a lungful of air and held her breath as she sensed his imminent need.

Gael had been holding back, pulling his cock out past her larynx so that she could get some extra air and waiting for her to gulp in a goodly supply. As soon as he heard her gasp it down he released his hold on the ring of muscle separating testicles from cock and drove his prick in as far as it would go and held it there. Annie shook her head like a dog with rat and tried to pull more cock into her with her lips alone, but there was no more to be had.

Gael groaned as his balls hitched and released a burning wad of spooge. He gasped as it forced its way past her tight lips and through bands of undulating muscle until it had clear passage though to the end. He almost lifted her clear off the bed as it exploded into her stomach.

Annie felt his balls drain and revelled at the passage of his cum though his cock. She felt every inch of its journey right to the point where it filled her with warm goo. She tightened her lips even more as the last drops pulsed though his shaft and inside her.

She was still working her clit frantically but had not had enough time to get to the finish line herself. Gael saw that as he breathed heavily, still balls deep down her throat. The lack of oxygen she was experiencing might heighten her erotica but if he left it in there too long he might choke her, so he pulled back slowly, his still stiff cock tingling with almost painful sensations as it slid out of her tight throat.

As soon as he was clear and she could breath again he leaned over and grabbed her around the waist. Straightening up he hefted her off the bed and pulled her against him. She responded by wrapping her arms around his waist and her legs around his thick chest. He tucked his head down and engulfed her crotch with his soft, subtle lips, drilling her twat with his long tongue.

He lapped and sucked on her clam while his tongue sought out her clit. Down below, his balls twitched back into life as she licked the stray cum from his shaft. He held her firmly with his powerful arms while their heads rolled and bobbed and their mouths brought more pleasure to each other.

Annie came with a satisfying squirt of sweet, hot cum that Gael eagerly drank down. He managed a second shot from his depleted stock as she squeezed his cock between her breasts and sucked on his balls.

Gael's legs suddenly went weak, but he managed to twist as he fell so that he landed on his back in the bed with Annie on top of him. She rolled off and turned around to be head to head with him before tucking herself under his arm.

“Do you think the elf would do that for you?" She asked as she toyed with his semi-erect penis.

“No." He chuckled. “She seems more like the type to bite it off and spit it out. I feel bad for Paul."

“You think that they'll have a run in?"

“Next to Morholt she's the closest thing to an Alpha male around here and Paul is the only one who will stand up to her. There is bound to be conflict between them going forward."

“We'll have to be ready to back him up if it gets out of hand."

“No worries, we'll stand by him."

“Speaking of standing by …" She said as she tugged on his cock. “Ready for action again?"

“Give me a few more minutes to recharge."

“Okay. Massage my legs while we wait?"

“Sure, roll over."

Paul Collieman © Collifan

Gael Tholkes © MarcusXLight

Junafir Pawstone © Frostlupus

Chris Cinereo © Kyroo Echos

Sevade © Frostlupus

Constance “Coyotka" Jotkowska © Coyotek

Darryl D. Dragon © Major Matt Mason

Ladread © White Tiger Hunting

Aldreda © White Tiger Hunting