“Where’d you find this shit healer?” asked Mage.
“I told you,” Hunter grumbled, “she’s the only one who answered the ad…no one does this dungeon anymore.”
“We’d be done by now if you found someone who wasn’t a freak. I want to sleep in a bed tonight, you know,” Rogue interjected.
“Would you two shut the FUCK up?” came a stern warning from Tank, “I’m about ready to nut in this whore’s throat.”
The party had been in this dungeon for almost two hours now. Usually, such an experienced group of adventurers would be done in about half an hour but the healer the had taken along, an elven priestess with wide eyes, droopy ears and a mousy voice had a bit of an unfortunate quirk.
After being silenced by Tank, a tall, burly scarred man with sun-tanned skin, the party fell silent. The uneasy conversation had been replaced with his low moans and intermittent grunts of pleasure. He was currently leaning against the cave wall, apparently unfazed by the dampness on his back as one of his large hands gripped the blue hair of the elf that knelt in front of him.
She had lifted her gown up over her knees so that her pale legs were visible as she knelt on the ground. Despite her innocent appearance, she sucked on the tank’s veiny cock with unashamed enthusiasm. It wasn’t the first time she had sucked him off tonight. In fact, she had drained everyone in the party and he was the only one with enough vitality to continuously replenish her mana.
Without a word, Tank’s grip on her hair tightened, causing her usually droopy ears to perk up in an almost erotic manner. She had been holding on to his belt, stopping the rings and clasps from jingling too loudly, but gave up on that once he took control. He pulled her into him, forcing her lips deep on his shaft until they wrapped around the base of his cock and her nose was buried in his curly pubic hair.
After letting her nurse him erect for minutes, he now took the lead, holding her head steady as he slid his cock down her throat repeatedly. She tilted her head backwards and worked her lower jaw up and down, stroking and massaging the underside of his cock while he abused her neck. Ropes of drool dripped from her chin but she made no attempt to clean herself off, even as her bosom became soaked to the point where the front of her dress was semi-transparent.
Some of the remaining members of the party looked away. While Hunter and Rogue had enjoyed having her feed off them, none were as aggressive as Tank and in some small way, they pitied her as they watched her throat distend or listened to the wet, bubbling gags escaping her mouth between thrusts. Mage, on the other hand, turned her nose up at the situation. It didn’t help that she and Tank had been married for almost ten years.
Finally, with a herculean grunt, Tank reached climax, thrusting one final time. The elf greedily sucked and swallowed every drop, finally letting his softening cock fall from her lips. She sat on her knees and gasped for a few moments before standing on shaky legs and setting herself right.
“Okay, guys! I’m ready to continue!”
“Greeaat,” Mage said sarcastically. It did little to mask the jealousy in her voice.
Three minutes and two kobolds later, the elf spoke up again, “Umm…excuse me,” she said in her mousy, faux-innocent voice.
“What is it?!” Mage almost shrieked.
“I’m out of ma-“
“Leave it to me!” Tank roared, reaching towards the elf and grabbing her by the wrist.
The elf squealed with delight as Tank forced her to her knees and rammed his already stiff cock between her hungry, eagerly-parted lips.
“Sorry,” Rogue and Hunter said together, placing their hands gently on Mage’s shoulders.
“You know,” Mage said, narrowing her eyes, “I think the bitch is faking it…” [ Part Three ]
