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Why in the hells does this thing only work in the eastern moss glade? It’s half an hours’ trek each way.

Grunting, Ibara clambered up and over the Rootspine where it blocked her way. Rootspine was the name given to an enormous root structure which criss-crossed the vale, intersecting and sometimes blocking old pathways. Some communities had even grown to live in the shade of the giant roots. This particular offshoot impeded the Silverthread path, which ran east to west.

And what with the scouts reporting orc sightings out here recently. Am I really doing this?

The thought had crossed Ibara’s mind every few minutes since she’d acquired the enchanted rod from her neighbor, Layna. Among the elves of Sweetwater Vale, Layna stuck out proudly as a rebel and mischief-maker. Her peers however – the young women training in the ways of the ranger – viewed Layna as a symbol of their independence and strength. Ibara was one such ranger in training, and viewed Layna as both role model and occasional confidante.

Lately, that meant following Layna out to the bramble thicket just south of the vale to try and catch Vaelor – one of their male counterparts currently training to join the Valeguard – pleasuring himself by the creek that bisected their settlement. Like almost all elves, Vaelor was slender and built with whip-like muscles. Sporting a cropped fade and no facial hair, he cut a clean figure which many of the young women in the Vale had taken notice of. Layna had shadowed him for days before noting this spot as a pattern in his routine – a few times a week, just after dawn, he’d make his way to the creekside and return after fifteen minutes or so. Layna had invited a few of the girls to join her, and now the young voyeurs made a point to catch a morning viewing whenever possible.

Layna’s discovery of Vaelor’s masturbation then was groundbreaking for the young women – most of whom had never seen a man’s member before, let alone one being worked out like Vaelor’s.

Ibara had noticed one morning however, that Layna’s attention wasn’t so much on Vaelor and his louder-than-normal groaning, but on Ibara herself. Layna’s eyes were fixed squarely on Ibara’s hips as she subconsciously ground herself against the large tree-root she was seated on. It hadn’t even occurred to Ibara what she was doing, but became acutely aware as Layna’s gaze lingered on her – Like all of the rangers, she was dressed in thigh-high leggings underneath knee-high leather boots, with a loincloth and thong to protect her modesty. Her chest was covered by a layered linen wrap-bra, and a scarf of deep green covered her neck and shoulders. Ibara was flushed in the face, and obviously aroused. She was fairly certain that the knotted root she was sitting on would be damp when she rose, and the thought only deepened her blush.

Layna’s nipples were perky even through her thick bra, and Ibara looked away in her fluster. Vaelor was about to finish, she could tell by the way he jerked and spasmed his hips. Her elven eyes could see, even across the stream, the way his sack tightened up against the smoothness of his shaft, bunching up as if building tension for the ejaculation. His eyes were screwed shut, and he kept muttering, ‘c’mon, c’mon — suck it… yes… — take it Layna, take it —’ . His hips shuddered back and forth as he finished himself, groaning as his balls pumped, pushing out a thin stream of liquid onto a nearby rock.

Ibara hadn’t noticed that she’d gone back to her own gyrations, but realized with some horror that a whispered moan had left her own lips in time with Vaelor’s ejaculation. Looking around to her little gang, she found that Holly was similarly flushed, on her knees and straddling a smooth bluestone outcropping, while Layna’s hungry gaze was still on Ibara herself. Layna was so focused that Ibara wasn’t sure she’d even heard Vaelor whispering about her across the way. Holly clearly had however, and was casting a critical gaze over her friend.

Suddenly, Layna leaned in toward Ibara and reached into one of her many pouches, pulling out some sort of rod and handing it to Ibara – a polished wooden thing, perhaps ten inches long and looking somewhat like a much larger version of Vaelor’s slender anatomy. Set into the bottom of the rod was a green hued crystal, roughly cut and run through with soft pink veins. Layna explained in a hush that if the rod was taken to the eastern glade and wetted with her saliva, that she’d be able to enact her desires through its enchantment. With that, Layna had composed herself and snuck away back toward the Vale – but not before casting a sly wink Ibara’s way.

Holly hung around, seemingly too flustered to get up just yet.

‘Why Layna though? I thought the guys were intimidated by her – she’s as tall as most of them, and could probably put the hurt on them, too… she hardly has a chest either,’

Holly squeezed at her own breasts and pouted, looking down at her own fairly ample cleavage. She continued her musing,

‘Have kadıköy escort bayan you ever wondered about the stuff that comes out? Like, is it always the same amount? Do you think it tastes like anything?’

Vaelor had been gone for a moment now, and with a quick glance about, Holly crouched over to the stream and propelled herself across in one graceful movement. She was average height, with an athletic build and ample bosom – she often cursed her large chest during their training, as her breasts annoyed her during their bladework drills – she was a superb athlete nevertheless. Landing with a soft thump on the far side, she lowered herself down along where Vaelor’s load had splattered – another ridge of bluestone near the water’s edge had caught his cum in a natural basin along its surface. Ibara leaped across to join her friend, stowing Layna’s rod in one of the many pouches lining her waist.

‘Should you really —’

In typical fashion, Holly paid her no heed and dipped her head toward the rock. She ran her tongue deep through the cum, coating it and clinging to her chin. She looked up at Ibara with a comically studious look on her face, as she sealed her lips and began swishing the semen around in her mouth. All the while, a thin string of the stuff hung from her chin, swaying with the movement of her jaw and threatening to drip down onto her tunic. Swallowing, she grinned widely and licked her lips.

‘A bit salty… mostly sweet… I’d have that with my tea any day.’

‘You’re an animal, Holly. You’ve got a bit —’

Ibara huffed, wiped the last smear of cum off of her friend’s face, and sucked it off of her finger. She nodded in surprised agreement with Holly’s assessment, before rinsing her hands in the cool water of the stream. Ibara was still feeling the burn in her loins and a growing compulsion to head to the eastern glade to test Layna’s claims. Behind her, Holly was putting herself back together and wiping her face with a strip of cloth from one of her satchels – she had an advanced archery lesson to get to, and would be running off soon.

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Lounging underneath the natural ivy-formed awning which grew up and around the giant maple tree behind his trading plot, Tarka perked up as he spied a small figure dodging through the other vendors trying to set up their tables and arrange their wares for the morning trade. The petite form hustled behind a vegetable stand across the path, before quickly back-stepping and peering around the pile of squash and pumpkin waiting to be arranged. Ibara cast a friendly, if somewhat flustered, look Tarka’s way, and the burly half-orc offered a lazy wave in reply. The she-elf was wrapped in her rangers’ gear, and Tarka could see that she kept a hand firmly over one of the pouches at her hip – on some sort of errand, or mission perhaps?

Her cheeks were noticeably blushed, and something imperceptible seemed to rouse a primal urge in the merchant – Ibara and he were friends, having bonded over the last few years. Tarka’s lineage did nothing to ingratiate him with the elves of the Vale. Slowly however, the dried tea and herbs that were his craft and livelihood came to be sought after and enjoyed by the community – and consequently, the folk of the area slowly warmed to his presence. Ibara had been one of the loudest voices hailing the quality of his tea blends – not only were they tasty, but they possessed genuine medicinal benefits as well, which she and the rangers could not ignore. He watched her slink off and away, and it occurred to him that she was headed east, toward the moss groves and the rocky moors beyond. A sliver of concern formed within him, as he watched the she-elf depart.

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Gods, what’s wrong with me? What is this ache, other than obnoxious –

Ibara huffed loudly as she made her way out of the soon-to-be bustling market plots. She was working hard to maintain her focus and her regular gait, but the ache between her loins was growing ever stronger – a warm throbbing that she couldn’t explain. It was frustrating and enjoyable in equal measure. A thick warmth was growing on the inside of her thighs, and knew that she was making a mess of herself. She became aware of the ridiculous amount of saliva in her mouth only after practically drooling on herself as she acknowledged Tarka – she was swallowing it down regularly now, and wasn’t sure how to stem the generation of more. She had planned to stop by her home before venturing to the grove, but it became clear in her mind that she needed to indulge the rod.

The half-hour journey out to the Moss grove passed quickly as she travelled along the Silverthreat. It registered as a blur of thick tree trunks, roots crossing her path, and increasingly large rock outcroppings. The eastern grove lay near the edge of the wooded vale, almost meeting the border of the moorlands where ümraniye escort bayan orcs and other creatures roamed – the terrain here was full of rocky crags and old tree stumps, a contrast to the idyll of the central vale. At last Ibara came to the edge of the moss grove, panting despite herself, and tripping over her own feet as she disrobed. With a damp thud, she fell to her knees and sunk a few inches into the moss – her loin cloth was tangled around her ankles, and she’d pulled her wrapping down around her belly, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Leaving behind any remaining shred of her composure, she crawled within the circular grove and produced the rod from her pouch. It was warm, and the gem set into the base was glowing faintly – an invitation to the now near-crazed elf. Slowly opening her mouth, she let her drool run freely down her chin as she slid the rod inside, allowing her tongue to couch the supple wood. She had the strange feeling that the rod was somehow drinking, or absorbing her saliva, and found that she quite enjoyed the sensation. She was one with the rod, or perhaps with the rods’ enchantment.

Ibara had squirmed her way into the grove and propped herself ass-up, supported by her knees and chest. Unbeknownst to her, the rod’s enchantment was in fact indulging itself in her unending drool, and using the sustenance take form. Behind her, a body was slowly coalescing into existence – hooved feet and strong hands were first to form, slowly working backwards to reveal a muscular form atop reverse-jointed legs, like those of an elk. The head came last, and appeared like that of a stoic fey, crowned with antlers and a mane of heavy dreadlocks. The entire apparition had the color of golden wood – excepting a pair of green eyes, and the large purple-hued member which hung between its legs. All of this was missed by Ibara, who had withdrawn the rod from her mouth and was now rubbing it between her legs – using the wood to part her flushed labia and tease herself into a delirium.

A few yards away, lurking in among the knotted crown of a large tree at the edge of the moss grove, Layna watched with wide eyes. Her superior vision provided a clear view of Ibara’s writhing, upturned butt. Layna had slid her own loincloth and thong aside, freeing her business to the cool air. She braced against the profusion of large branches with her left hand, and rested the fingers of her right hand over the mound of her crotch. Layna’s mound and the lips of her vagina were notably plump and thick, and became even more so when aroused – she slapped herself gently, until strings of wetness clung stubbornly between her hand and pussy.

Gifting the rod to Ibara had been a ploy – she wasn’t entirely sure what powers the rod possessed, but the woman who had given it to her explained how to awaken the enchantment. Seeing Ibara’s virgin hunger for dick had inspired her, and she couldn’t resist a bit of mischief – as well as a chance to watch her friend debasing herself into the bargain. Layna found herself aroused by both men and women, but recently she couldn’t curb her thirst for the fairer sex. She ached to taste one of her friends, to drink from their wetness. She could smell their arousal as they watched Vaelor in the morning, and could actually hear Holly’s obscene squishing as she straddled the rocks or roots of their hideout.

Her eyes widened further as the spirit materialized behind Ibara – it was large, and she didn’t have a great view of the thing’s face.

Ibara, you pretty idiot – behind you!

Layna silently cursed her friend’s obliviousness – she was about to be mounted by the creature, and wouldn’t realize it until she’d been speared right to the balls. She’d made an enticing mess of herself, smearing her cream around her spread butt and crotch – and Layna was certain that this apparition intended to make a toy of the elf. Her own vagina was visibly throbbing, and a thin stream of her grool was soaking the crotch of the tree she’d nested in. Her fingers shook as they hovered above her bald lips. She had to make a choice.

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Ibara dropped the rod at her side, and licked some of the wetness from her fingers. Her eyes hung half open, riding out the strange horny fog she found herself wrapped in. Her vagina was fully flushed, lips spread wide and presenting the warm, pulsing sheathe of her interior. With a start, she realized that something was still pressing against her exposed business. Awareness returned in a flash, and she attempted to push up and off of the ground – her movement was arrested by a strong hand planted between her shoulder blades, which steadily pressed her back into the mossy earth. She let out a cry of both frustration and concern – with her wits returned, she was very aware of herself, and blushed as her pussy contracted with a wet noise.

Before she could make another move, she let out another wail – loud and undignified maltepe escort bayan this time, as she was penetrated by her captor. Her brain raced – she’d never had sex before, and didn’t know what to expect, other than a mess between her legs. She felt surprised, confused, excited?

She squinted as a wave of pleasure rippled through her – there was a small amount of pain too, and she realized at once that it was not her vagina, but her butt that had been penetrated. Another wave of frantic thoughts tangled in her mind – she couldn’t make sense of them, or hold onto any thoughts beyond trying to figure out who was fucking her, and whether or not she was excited about it. The member penetrating her felt thick, and veiny – she could tell that it wasn’t fitting inside of her, as a great throbbing mass tried to pump further into her without success, just bulging against the tightness of her anus. She could feel a flared head pulsing at the end of the penis, lodged a few inches deep within her.. All of this she took in as her arms lay out straight between her knees, collecting splattered wetness from her shaking crotch. At last, she managed to squeak out a question,

‘Who… wh.. what are you? Where did you come from?’

You summoned me, little elf. Was this not your desire?

The response came telepathically, and Ibara was momentarily taken aback by the mental intrusion. She inadvertently squeezed her ass, clenching herself even more tightly around the stranger’s shaft.

Any tighter, and you’re going to crush me, she-elf – give in to it!

‘Maybe you should’ve thought of that before spearing – hnnngh -‘

The spirit thing spanked Ibara hard, and groaned with effort as it forced another inch of shaft into her. She let out a little moan, and then a louder wail – his thick scrotum now grazed her labia as he pumped, and the sensation was pleasing. It had been many years since his last conquest, and Halk’nor couldn’t resist an elven butt. His penis was ringed with a thick ridge halfway along its length, and he doubted that this she-elf would be able to mount it. That wouldn’t stop him from enjoying himself, however.

Layna watched, agog. Ibara was being dominated, but it was difficult to tell if her wailing was borne of pleasure or fear. Layna figured it was a bit of both, and savored the sound. Her heavy lips were absolutely tingling with pent-up tension, and she was rubbing herself steadily, grinding her fingers along her clitoris in a wave-like pattern. She was beyond dignity herself now, and spasmed wildly as she pleasured herself. Watching Ibara be so thoroughly taken was exhilarating, and a little frightening – Layna was a virgin too, after all. Her breath came in flutters, and she wondered how it must feel to have your butt used that way – judging by her friend’s now gaping pussy, there was pleasure to be had there. Layna focused on that view, boring her gaze into Ibara’s crotch, where the spirit’s balls now slapped rhythmically along with its grinding hips. Ibara was muttering something, and Layna strained to hear it,

‘Unnngh… Uuuuh… I’m cumming, I’m c -‘

You’re not going to cum until I allow it, she-elf.

Ibara’s mind was near blank, consumed by the sensation of being stuffed so thoroughly by this creature – she was entirely overwhelmed, but couldn’t deny that she was enjoying herself now. She’d given in, and willed the apparition to continue its domination. Her butt continued to flex and contract, but her vagina had relaxed and she could feel herself spreading, opening, and dripping. She felt a warm and growing wetness all around her cheek on the mossy earth, and it occurred to her that she’d begun drooling again. Her chin and cheek were covered with saliva, which the apparition noted as well – keeping one hand flat on her back, it squeezed two fingers into her mouth. She allowed it, and cushioned them with her tongue, imagining them to be another penis like the one currently pumping her ass. Through the drool and the fingers, Ibara was unable to voice her next thoughts,

I’m… is that… I’m cu – I’m cumm – oh by the gods –

Layna watched as her friend’s vagina spread, gaping further to expose her creamy insides; the whole of Ibara’s pussy swelled and stretched with each pump of the apparition’s dick, testament to the things’ girth. Suddenly, with a trembling spasm, Ibara gushed a wild spray of thin, creamy liquid – glazing the spirit’s balls and drenching her own thighs and arms. Layna wasn’t sure what she was seeing, but found herself in the throes of her own climax – she fought the urge to moan as her arm went stiff, rubbing her fat lips frantically into orgasm. With a sigh, she sagged into her hiding spot, and listened to Ibara’s struggle in the grove – the spirit was far from done with her, and Layna needed but a moment to catch her breath.

Without warning, the apparition ceased its methodical humping in mid-thrust, and Ibara squeaked again as heavy balls slapped her swollen pussy one final time. The creature stood, unceremoniously pulling itself out of Ibara with a wet schluck-fwap sound. Her tight butt immediately contracted and flexed, along with her visibly throbbing crotch. Layna continued to watch from her hidden vantage point – the creature was casting around the grove, and keeping eyes on the eastern border.

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