Ava whimpered, but couldn’t find the strength to resist. Instead, her hips moved of their own accord, thrusting out her bottom, begging for the goblin’s warty little cock.
Gherkin licked his lips hungrily, gaze riveted to her rear. He grasped his cock, stroking it back to full hardness, his thin chest heaving with anticipation. "Yessss," the goblin chief said. "I fukka!"
He grabbed Ava’s bottom, the elf crying out in delight as his rough hands squeezed her flawless rear, then the goblin sheathed his tiny prick deep in Ava’s ass.
"O-oooooh!" Ava moaned as Gherkin’s cock plunged into her tight backdoor.
Small as it was, the feeling of the bumps running up and down his cock made her legs tremble with sudden, pleasured weakness. Her voice rose in a keening moan.
A hand suddenly grasped her hair.
Ava opened her eyes as Amaria slid before her, knees up, parted, revealing the delicate folds of her own well fucked pussy. "Mmm, this brings me back," Amaria cooed, and pulled Ava’s head against her spacious cunt.
Ava moaned again, her head spinning with delighted pleasure.
She felt drunk. Drugged. But knew it was all from the mingling sensations of pleasure.
Gherkin groaned, pounding his cock into her ass with feverish strokes, plunging his warty prick into her with panting desperation,
Ava’s ass tightening around his cock, the slap of his gut off her firm bum like the beating of a drum. Her tongue delved into Amaria’s pussy, tasting the other elf’s sweet juices, mingled with the bitterness of Gherkin’s cum.
Trapped.
Rutted.
Fucked.
Ava moaned in perfect ecstasy. How well she knew the temptations of pleasure that was offered to elves. How well she knew that such temptations only served to draw her lovely kind deeper into depravities. When one had fucked the loveliest beings in the world, what was left but to plumb the depths of the ugliest?
And she loved it!
Feeling herself dominated, used, fucked by such a wretched monster as Gherkin made her pussy tighten in shameless delight, every impact of his hips on her ass sending echoes of pleasure vibrating into her pussy.
Her tongue danced the Pearl of Pleasure, stroking Amaria’s clit as the older elf moaned, massaging her own milky teat with pleasure as Ava serviced her.
"Yesss! Oh Ava... oh gods yes! Oh it’s been... ah... been soooo looooong! Ava... Gods yes! Don’t stop! Ohhhh! M-master... Master, is she... is she good?"
"Soooo goooood!" Gherkin moaned as he fucked her.
Warm pleasure at their praise washed through Ava.
Her hand slipped between her legs, beginning to stroke her twitching pussy as she rode the goblin’s cock and licked out the elf’s cunny.
Her body the tool to drive all three of them to pleasure. To orgasm. To wonderful, heavenly bliss! She could feel orgasm thumping in her veins. Growing closer. Shared with the other two. So near. Coming. Coming.
"C-cummiiiiiiiing!" Amaria cried, her hips bucking as she came, her juices lapped up by Ava’s eager tongue.
"Hrrrraaaaaa!" Gherkin howled as he hilted his cock in Ava’s ass, twitching as he spent himself into her, his oily seed pumping into her tight ass.
"Mmmm!" Ava moaned as she peaked around her fingers, shuddering in wonderful pleasure as her pussy squirted her arousal onto the dusty floor.
Gherkin moaned, draping himself on Ava’s upraised rear, panting with delight at the peak.
"Master..."
Gherkin raised his head to see Amaria’s glittering eyes.
"Eh?"
"Master, please. Take her pussy. Fuck her again. She needs it, master. Ava? Don’t you want it?"
"M-moooore," Ava moaned, her tongue heavy with the taste of Amaria, her head thick with post-orgasmic bliss.
Gherkin blinked dully as he processed those words, then grinned. He lifted his head, unsheathing his cock from the elf.
"Yes," Gherkin grunted, reaching down, stroking Ava’s pussy, making the elf gasp and buck. "Yes. Me breed. Me breed ’nother elf slut!"
"Chief!"
"Yes, me be good chief," Gherkin cooed.
"Chief! You in there?"
Gherkin’s grin faltered as he realized it wasn’t the fuck dumb elf who was calling for him. He looked at the door to the chamber with a snarl.
"Go away!"
"Chief!" the reedy voice of a goblin guard cried, a fist pounding on the door. "Witch says you come! You hurry!"
For a moment Gherkin stared at the door, not quite understanding what was being asked.
Then, in a flash, he recalled why he had stopped by his chambers to begin with. His eyes widened and his cock shrivelled with fear.
"Fuck!" he barked, turning from Ava’s pussy, even as his heart wrenched to hear the elf’s moan of despair. "Where cape? Need dress good!"
Amaria watched the goblin with a pout, then sighed and rose, the obedient smile of the good slave once more on her lips.
"Here, master," she said, grabbing a red curtain from the wall and swinging it around the goblin’s shoulders.
Ava turned her head, the urgency of the moment breaking through her stupor. She propped herself onto her side, blinking owlishly.
"What’s going on?"
"Master’s new ally calls us," Amaria said. "Shall we bring Ava too?" she asked Gherkin.
The goblin paused in the midst of tying on his cloak, looking down at the panting elf. So weak. So breedable. And after all, what could a mere elf slut do?
Gherkin cackled and finished tying on his cape. "Yes! Elf slut, want to meet mistress?"
Ava’s eyes lit up, the possibility for a story burning through the last of her lingering lust. "Of course!" she gasped. "I’d love to! Ooh! But I should put some pants on, shouldn’t I?"
"No need to go that far. After all, I’m not," Amaria said.
"Good point! I wouldn’t want to be rude," Ava giggled as she rose shakily to her legs.
Gherkin licked his lips as the elf bent over to retrieve her quill and notebook from her cast off pants, her peachy rear revealed once more, cum dripping from her ass.
The goblin cursed himself for missing the chance to fuck that fertile pussy.
"Don’t worry, master," Amaria cooed, her hands rubbing his shoulders, her milky tits pressing around his head. "I’m sure Ava will love seeing what a mighty horde you command. And elves are always so... fertile when seeing the power of their mates."
Gherkin grinned broadly, nodding his head.
"That true," he cackled. "Come, elf sluts!" Gherkin cried, flipping his tattered cape (curtain) over his shoulder and marching towards the doors. "We go! We meet with horde!"
Fairly quivering with excitement, Ava hurried after the goblin, Amaria taking up the rear, the elf’s smile warm, her eyes lidded and glued to Ava’s back.
It had been so long since she’d had a sister in servitude. And she couldn’t wait to show Ava all the wonders of being a breeding slut.
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