Flaring their nostrils and flicking their ears, the restlessness of the large water horses spoils the growing darkness filling Adris’ sight and tickling his heart with whispers. Uninvited, unwanted, and uncomprehending of Adris’ plans, their wandering eyes split between Kol and Avenalliah.
A filling proximity like theirs has Kol edging away from them, sniffing the air with warning. Adris feels a rush of outrage, heated then burning down to cold, when his own amping senses place Kol’s murky scent as something they steal knowledge of.
(Who invited you to my prank!?)
“… THANK…” The lead kelpie again performs a circular nod with its long face while repeating the order, before twisting it side to side as it dips toward Avenalliah below it. Both snake elf and moon lady lower their crossbows, but only Ave glides toward the kelpie while Neesiette frog-swims away.
“Thank…?” Ave’s smile doesn’t fade, but she does blink stupidly when looking at the other elf at the shore. “Celebrating our lives together… what thanks is needed in frolicking (PLAY TOGETHER FREE FROM RESTRAINT)?”
“Rarely would they, seek with us! Rarer still, interest like yours?” Hessalian claps her hands, the bread-growing girl sneaking closer toward the kelpies that keep restlessly stamping. “These racers upon the lake, past their pride you hungrily dove, finding enticement with them to frolic (FUCK UNTIL THERE IS NO DISTANCE BETWEEN, WITHIN US) now.”
(THAT WORD ISN’T…!?)
“Ave!” The palpable frustration, and how the conversation’s proposed balm is offered has Adris on his feet with a rush, managing to scream. “That word means differently here!”
“Huh?” Avenalliah’s smile collapses, for the kelpie’s ugly mouth keeps munching on the air with hope of more to chew upon closing toward hers.
(Stupid…!)
When he reaches for the cross, a vein of ice courses through his left arm paralyzing it.
[Because trust is dead…]
Upon trying to hiss in alarm, the same assault grips his throat!
(What… is this…!?)
[… So, too, will you perish with it.]
This ghostly howl sends Adris collapsing back onto his soft seat of gathered plants.
A malformed [answer] claws at his core!
So much beyond himself terrifies him with what questions might demand it.
(R-R-Rantil!?)
“… Play, ever something had, not given…?” The muscle spasms trap him there, listening in rage as Ave calmly asks another question of her own after she finds no more guidance from Adris forthcoming. “Surely, for game’s sake, and only that, such noble selves would accept invitation!?”
An earnest plea, her sight sharpening too, Ave’s claim sends two of the kelpies backing away with their heads shying from this innocence.
“… PLAY? GAME…!” Only their leader stamps with aggression. “GAME STILL! BEST PLAY…”
From between the back legs of this riding-horse-sized monster, out from a black pouch slides a grotesque organ. Its greedy size matches the maddened expression of the kelpie, which edges forward as Ave flinches back and drops her crossbow. With her hands waving against this approach, the kelpie defies resistance.
“JOIN US, MAKE NOISE.”
The potential cause of that noise wobbles when extended halfway. Not flared out, it’s a bestial club that drives Neesiette paddling harder away with a disgusted expression, while…
“Nnnn!?” To Adris’ side, a girl lying on her own shifts her legs and whispers. “Huge, there’s ones like that on smaller monsters…?”
As if she’s never seen a male horse before, Kol’s fascination burns with this unveiling…!
(RANTIL!)
Adris tries to lash out, but the coldness from the whispers that keep intensifying saps his heat until he’s frozen!
“NOT WITH SMALL OTHERS THAT BITE AND RUN,” Because Ave stays shell-shocked, the kelpie snorts and dances in place before her while lamenting some other creatures. Its ugly scent spreads as it tempts her, turning its flank to where she can extend to grab it! “BUT WITH ‘LEAFS’, CAN HAVE FU—!”
“No closeness may be shared from within!” Bearing a tight smile after exclaiming that, Ave lowers her outstretched hands and shakes her head firmly. “Hessalian, aid them in understanding!?” Ave cries for this elf, whose expression is impish when replying back.
“Kelpies are quite jealous of our own ‘play’, but shy the same~. He truly favors you enough to think of ‘branches’ as joyful for both of you. What is missed?”
“That it’s not what I favor!”
Hessalian tilts her head like a bird, finding the reason odd.
“ARE WE… NOT CLOSE?” Haltingly admonishing her, the deranged water horse oversteps itself with guile. “SAY FRIENDS, PLAY AS… BUT NOT?”
Again Ave shakes her head, even more firmly as her sheathed ponytail whips.
“‘My branch does not reach out for’…!” Toward the “branch”, the agile snake gestures from more fervently as she rises to slide a distance away upon the water’s surface. “… THAT! Or… rather, yours, respectfully.”
The seagreen kelpie almost steps out upon the water; but, the moment it would touch, the great branches above creak loudly.
“This is… my misunderstanding. Some confusion of my exuberance? I’m… sorry. Our fun was not meant to lead on to…?” Toward the kelpies, Ave bows once with a troubled expression.
“TURN FROM… THANKS? ASK FOR… TAKE… THEN LEAVE?” Manipulations come again when the brutish creature might lose its chance. Adris hears the false pain in the horse’s whinnying voice and frowns!
“THANKLESS… LEAFS… HURT ALL, BY NOT DOING, WHAT SAY! IF NOT… SHOW, NOW!” The kelpie’s obvious swagger in its throaty tone carries a threat!
Ave blanches at the accusation…!
(COME HERE, I’LL GIVE YOU MY “THANKS”!)
It feels like something’s tearing when Adris tries to get up again, for the whispers grow more incessant and overpowering. The questions, more bizarre, with familiar names as parts of them.
“No child of Ysanne or any other forest would… sully immortal dignity, and their playful spirit, with…”
Adris strains against the red and shadows staining his sight, suddenly released by Rantil when this resolute voice cuts through.
(Ave?)
“… Ambition.” A predatory lean in from out on the water marks this snake as a poisonous one. Avenalliah Aurmaris, soft-spoken coward, hisses into the face of the manipulating kelpie whose dick shrinks from the coldness of her voice. “Gentle neighbors, your nobility merely… forgotten in this moment of difficulty,” Snake’s irises have always been cute, but when they constrict like this it’s a wonder her almighty tail that inches toward the shoreline hasn’t strangled them yet.
“Recall it.”
Even though Ave’s gentle expression dams up anger and sadness, her monstrous self seems instinctively ready to encircle and crush them the moment they turn to flee…!
“Please, I implore.” But that violent spirit lessens. “Unburden ambition to the wind, one’s better self freed.” She pulls back to the lake surface with deliberation while the kelpie cooks. “Barter not for closeness, nor hold false promise when the ground is barren.”
(This is the Avenalliah that can conquer such idiots!)
Adris squeezes his hand with kindred feelings matching hers, though his hope is that they’ll commit suicide in shame instead!
“SOR-RY…” The kelpie surrenders ground to Ave. “BUT… NOT ALL, NOT… SAY NOT, WANT…?” Snorting and pawing, the kelpie turns from the great predator that refused them.
A white beast that is still eying the horrific cock, once shrinking it was but now rehardening, with a swish of her tail becomes aware of three males targeting her instead.
“PLAY? WANT!?” The entreaty is made directly to another, earning at least a gulp even if Kol doesn’t understand the words.
(FUCK OFF!)
“Games are over for now, friends must be parting!” Before Adris can scream that out loud, another does. Finally panicking, Ave waves to the kelpies to shoo. “The love my friends hold, their branches…? Ah, entwining? Briefly touching, actually…?”
“LOVE?” That word sends them into confusion with each other, then looking to Hessalian and even Mython beside Adris. “YES? WHAT ASKED, DIDN’T… WE?”
Both have stayed quiet, even Mython despite her supplications to Adris. They share a quizzical expression over the dilemma that transmits back to Ave; for, upon the turtle shell basking in the only world both have shared, all of the words used between domestic and foreign elves leave confusion.
“Barren, then, Priestess?” A curious question from Hessalian has Ave nodding firmly.
“Nothing!”
“… Then…? This boy is cute, yet acts strong~.”
Beings of the forest are quick to act, and Hessalian’s demeanor flashes with bright interest when patting the kelpie’s flank.
“Rare as the opportunity, rarer the way you make me want to comfort your sad distance~. Can what you need to fill within be turned to fill elsewhere~?”
Adris and the three lesser males both flinch when the smell of crushed grapes rises to tickle their noses. Exuberant strokes like a caretaker’s leave the kelpie snorting wildly when her dainty hand keeps creeping lower under its large body.
“Come now, don’t be sadder that she doesn’t feel it back~! Be happy that you had the courage to ask.” Her pouting lips and tsking at how the kelpie still seems discouraged when looking between her and Ave recasts her in the role of an older sister.
“Will you never hope again? Can’t you play with others~?” The innocent voice sends its dick engorging to its enormous max potential instantly. Its eyes are inflamed, but also almost… fearful of the attention, some temptation causing it to whimper when the air seems to shake with the growing attraction between elf and horse!?
(What… is going on…!?)
A cute girl abandons that presentation for a lewd bitch’s by licking at the kelpie’s moistened scales, evolving matronly affection into something more devious when its knees wobble.
“Mighty, this need to play!” Only her front is covered when leaning forward and butt poking out. The antsy kelpie’s attention still on Ave is stolen forever when a small finger traces the huge glandis of its might and sends it bouncing with the sensation.
“Fortunate, that we’ve all day~.” Almost a purr, the invitation and outrageous intoxicating scent lifts away the heavy beast to spiritually float after the impish elf. Away from Ave she lures it.
“P-Play…? With them… Hessalian? What kind?”
“The very best and simplest! Hesistant you might be at first, Priestess, but for these kinds of boys…”
Wind covets Hessalian when the… woman whispers to a yellow, platinum-bound ring on her finger. It follows her sweeping, dipping hand to guide clinging vines from the turtle shell to climb.
“The wilder, the better the ride you’ll fare, when tempers yet unknown might flare~.”
Inch-by-inch, a stand of vines shoves itself upright until it’s high enough to be mostly up the woman’s height. Supporting the four limbs, but not the middle, with woven bars, it faces toward Adris’ resting spot.
“Do you also think this might be love (THE MOST PERFECT, SIMPLEST PLEASURE)~?”
The dreamy elf cups the kelpie’s muzzle, horrifically drawing closer to it with her face. A tempting, adoring, and self-consumed expression the elf shows startles the kelpie; but, then the giant horse seems to melt from muzzle to tail when a disgusting kiss is given to it before it can answer.
“Your breath is hot? Mine, too~, huhu!”
The kelpie starts sloppily licking her lips and face, sending Hessalian into a fit of giggling as Adris and Neesiette both visibly recoil.
(You can’t love a beast, what is this degeneracy!?)
If it were any other time or place, Adris would already be searching for water to wash his mouth clean of the witnessed kiss; but, because waves of emotion, starting as a small wave until this crack and deluge from the elf’s kiss unleashes what’s unshared.
A prickly focus makes the lakeside belong to who Hessalian favors as the sparing light gathers to bathe them.
“Love…? You… fell in love with him? Just now, is it?” Ave monotonously gasps this as the elf approaches the vine rest, whose erotic purposes are all too clear to Adris now even if he longs to ignore it. Still smiling as brightly as she can, Ave’s exposed face has cold sweat fighting the reddish droplets left over.
“Falling ever more for him, was he not meant to fill me, all his life, in turn?” Hessalian courts the stand by first kneeling into the leg hangers with drawn-out attention to her lithe body’s appeal. Angling into position with her hands resting below her chin, there is a thick bar made of twisted, thornless vines that she looks up at ahead of her. From there, she stares up at Adris with a blink of interest, then a broad grin.
(He’ll kill you…!?)
“No!? Not mere… draw, but…” Ave blanks on her words as the kelpies approach slowly to this play toy. “Noblest of all joinings, two souls becoming one, this, you want, not mere…
Hie!?”
Ave yelps when the leader kelpie kicks backward at the others with force to kill, almost frothing in anger. Their approach on the elf was too swift for him, all three having enlarged eyes filled with masculine dominance driving them insane.
But only one can go first.
A scratching at Adris’ thoughts leaves a sweetness on his tongue.
Then, it’s bitter, because the aura of violence growing oppresses his comfort!
“Does he seem ‘mere’~?” Asking that to Mython instead of Ave, Hessalian’s dismissive response overlooks how eagerly the kelpie comes to snort at her tiny behind. A horse’s head disappears halfway from Adris’ vantage viewpoint. A tongue meant for munching can be heard slurping, and when Hessalian squeals like a girl, her red-faced anticipation reminds Adris of the brothel slaves he saw from outside in the pleasure city.
How they’d already drugged themselves so that all they could experience was positive.
“Too much is ‘merely’ too much.” Not to condemn, or dissuade, but only to wrinkle her nose with a personal opinion, the seamstress watches with a bored expression this work on an acquaintance.
Adris’ entrapment escalates when she takes up his hand with her arm to stroke it. He can only leave his mouth hanging open a bit, staring at the growing festival of two kelpies circling the third on the slope of this shell. The prize they jockey for is looking over her shoulder with kindness dripping from her, whispering encouragements…
“We kin could never harm such a powerful you. A playmate you wanted, but why wasn’t I asked~?”
“… AH?”
The whipping kelpie’s powerful lungs produce obnoxious snorts of superiority when Hessalian longingly questions him.
“What’s the game going to be~? Please, start it!” That dominance crashes when the elf whines at him with sudden impatience. Then, she lightens up to cover her mouth coyly while looking behind at him.
“Are you scared of hurting your playmate?”
The kelpie shakes its head.
“Perhaps… of not being big enough~?”
That jolts it, earning an angry snort and more laughter from her. Taking her arms from her rest, Hessalian betrays all of Adris’ expectations of lewdity and innocence by reaching behind to pull wider her butt. Her core muscles alone keep her balanced on the leg rests and leaning horizontally.
“My, my, I think you should find out more about your neighbors after all this time, water child~! A happy greeting from within, [forever for this moment~].” A strange word used by her only has two syllables, but to Adris interprets as a bizarre concept.
“… HIIEEEEGH, SLUT!”
The beastly kelpie hurls an insult while rearing up! Its kelp mane splashes around! It totters closer, coming over the just-made rest with all its weight bearing down. The greens and reds of the scenery burn brightly with new flavor, ripples of this energy punctuated by the tinkling of an elf’s bells as she laughs.
“Come! The first feelings~! The fiercest!”
“SLUTTTT, SLLLUUUUUTTTTT!” As if every heated breath is only this word, the kelpie loses all sanity with its hooves clattering against the hardened vines.
A jutting battering ram that could crush through her keeps showing briefly!
With its thrusts missing, either scraping over the small of her back to stain it with liquids dribbling from its protruding small tip, or straining against the now wet cloth banner that hangs from her mons, every drilling for the promised land is unnervingly violent!
Hessalian’s safety wars with the daredevil grin that she taunts the kelpie with. Every time it almost makes it, she sighs and breaks character as he grinds off her!
(… Ave… I should get Ave away from these…!?)
The disregard for his partner, the way the kelpie exults is strangely…?
“YEEEEES!?”
A last gasp of rationality blusters in Adris’ mind right before a pleased squeal, and the ensuing emotional boom that strikes, renders him motionless. As if he too felt the tearing of entry, his heart thumped; but, there’s no pain felt either on his skin or by the recipient of the horse cock that lunged inside.
What should destroy, tearing and gouging, is accepted without damage by a willing female. Holding her backside open until now, the slutty elf shakes as she lets go.
“… Perfect score! AHHH!?” Hessalian’s overwhelming lust is answered by her playmate finally lodging within an unprotected slit yanking back. To keep herself supported fully without its cock holding her up, she returns her arms to their rest and shudders as the kelpie above her gets its bearings.
Flared nostrils speak to whatever pleasure must be overflowing, not only from within its psyche but also from the hidden, but surely opened, clam it’s within. Some fluid spills out as a shadow behind the swimsuit’s banner.
The outline of its flaring cock creeps up Hessalian’s stomach, the only real proof from where Adris can see that she did take it!
(Violent…! And… just… how did she!?)
Ungainly, unbalanced, and totally dismissive of the effect on its mate, the unnamed and arrogant kelpie starts pressing forward with its back legs to cram more of its length against her despite the physical limitations!
“This is… love…?”
Ave’s question jolts the kelpie forward with its screech!
“NNNghhh! Huhuhu… the… greatest… love!”
A ridden elf calmly promises this inbetween the sudden and irregular, yet rapid, thrusts that the kelpie makes after. It’s horrific how such a huge creature can contort itself in its lifted mount, producing such disgusting expressions when cramming itself into a female so much smaller than it as if it’s the one being mangled, instead.
At the lake’s shore, a collapsing serpent coils up with shock straining her beautiful face at the rough assault. The stage surrounding her wears also on Adris’ mind as he takes in all that’s happening, too.
Hers is the only face that is shocked, and only one other’s is disgusted.
For her “kin” is all smiles, in control of her ascension toward climax in a way that only Adris has ever thought himself capable of. While she stays motionless, giving her whole body to rocking along with a monster’s graceless self-pleasure using her, the rest of the world seems to be spinning around this self-control.
(I… what the fuck…?)
A moment of fear, where these beasts came for Ave, replaces with a scene of such raw carnality that he can’t tear away from it. The Wondrous Works had such spectacles, ones that he could only half-absorb in his tired haze of the chaotic events. He’d buried away any deeper thoughts of how such a commonplace orgy of bodies and inclinations could be allowed to exist in any world.
Elves were supposed to stay cute like Ave, or even Mython. All the possibilities that Hessalian winked at him now deform, for her skimpy swimsuit flaps around where no rest supports her. Tinkling the entire time, the bells the same to his ears as the velvety tightness of her passage must be for the gross organ that has so much surface for it to massage!
(She was… I wanted to…!?)
“So hard! Too hard… and I’ll… start… leaking ouuuut… huhu!”
But Zennia’s smells and experiences are beyond any expectation even if his attraction to cuteness seems ruined. The smell of crushed grapes mingles with the berserk dank scent of the inhuman wilds, with fresh juices squeezing to patter upon the vines and flowing down them due to the gentle incline.
“Hnnn!? So more rough… with me ‘feeling’!?” Being claimed as she swings around, the elf keeps chatting at just the right moments to egg the kelpie on. “Am I… rare! To you… my self called… huhu…!
‘Female’~!?”
“HEEEEEEEEIIII!?” The kelpie’s frustrated scream sinks half of itself into the tiny girl! It hangs its head down to glare at her. As Adris watches in horror, the elf’s eyes open wide with shock and she gasps, for even the flare of the horse’s cock within her shows when straining her stomach. How even half of the full length can plant inside, then hollow her out by withdrawing, then return is… beyond belief in a way that leaves him buzzing with energy.
“… That’s… not sad…! Be free…” After such abuse, she only coos upward at the mighty beast hanging over her. Not worship or obeisance, her measured rapture is warmly conducive to more slamming. “With me… feel and learn another…! Experience… all… joys, without worry…~”
While the kelpie gives its all, she only reaches up to tickle its underside with a forgiving grin, denying the sweat that glistens over her.
“Only me… know only me… let’s love… fully, until… all your might I’ve… learned…~!”
The kelpie froths from its muzzle with the might with which its full muscular body renders to her, inflicts by request! Even if ambushed by spears and stabbed to death, it wouldn’t pull free until it hears her screams!
It’s so strangely familiar is what Adris settles upon with his waning rationality.
This assault, and the goading in turn, if the wit of a boy was spoken over the whines of a horse…?
(Is… this what I look like when I…!?)
“Goes crazy” is his initial thought, but he tries desperately to abandon being compared to it.
Because a moment of recognition fills his ears with further noise. Shifting finally because something grows tight and pains him, Adris bumps up against a warm body.
“Such a quality.” Mython’s humored musing comes with her hand slinking to Adris’ lap. He amps up to maximum within the cute elf’s proximity rediscovered; every seductive inkling he held toward Hessalian that was killed, screaming, twists; throws itself now upon the seamstress as he beholds her.
“Do you not even notice my gift? I’m sad!”
“… Notice…!?” A hoarse whisper from Adris catches, then he follows where Mython gestures.
A swimsuit he’s worn but never understood includes a thong in place of a middle section.
Its confusing qualities curve with Adris’ full length to sparkle with surrounding light. Though he feels no restriction, only protection from cold exposure, the thong playfully ensheathes with a scabbard’s closeness!
(I’m… at full mast!?)
Adris tenses upon the discovery; dreading that, while inhuman grunts merge with the appealing, girlish squeals of the “victim” of this beast, he himself has been watching with obvious fascination?
“Do you want to play, too?” Mython’s whisper sends an electric feeling up Adris’ back, while a cold thrust travels down his spine opposing it! As the leader of this game, he’s fallen victim to his own prank.
Her hand is so near, opening to let the small, uncalloused fingers that can sew any outfit using only a song and thread slide over his tip without landing! Offering a taste of what those fingers can actually do…!
(… No!)
There was a plan!
There IS a plan, Adris reaffirms, while feeling his own hand burn when fending off Mython’s.
“My… seduction isn’t your game.” As low as he can, he whispers this. The pretty elf’s subtle smile drops into a wide, childish disappointment that shocks him; but, she does pull away, then grins again with mirth.
“Do you want to join that game!? How new, even for me! You’re… astounding, my Beloved One!”
(“That”?)
But Adris shakes his head violently when Mython gestures toward the show, for there’s nothing left that’s normal or wanted there, even If Mython looks disappointed again…!
“Ohhhh, shall the wind play by itself (MASTURBATE)? That’s also fun at times pleasing yourself, when you don’t feel like rub and tug with another…?”
(Why would I jack off to this!?)
But it’s not impossible, because the surroundings are like a bubble trapping him with this show.
When Hessalian, called a slut even by a monster horse, lets her eyes gently roll with the sudden, terse thrusts that piston into her, Adris listens to the kelpie trample the moss as it tries to keep its hugeness both balanced and not lifting the elf slut entirely off her rest. It’s hard not to feel some unknown temptation yanking at Adris, for this scene is so similar with its difficulties.
Pulling down on him, those past recollections coming to mind are of near rape of another being: a furred traitor kobold and fat rabbit, even if deserved, have his hand raking over his chest as they replay for him his abuses…!
(I’m… that’s the same energy I show… isn’t it…?)
Then, he’s shocked by the thought that the difficulties aren’t just similar, but the same, somehow…
That he, too, knows how hard it is to trap something smaller and nearly break it with his own thrusts…
But, that isn’t possible.
“Please yourself!? Can do that? Haah…!?” Another makes a hoarse question of Mython, drawing Adris from this impossibility that was growing more painful.
Laying sideways with her thighs rubbing against each other, a boisterous beauty has been uncharacteristically quiet. With every brutal sloshing sound of thrust, though, as Kol continues to stare in wonder, the kobold’s single-mindedness to watch has her tits hard, jutting against the restrictive material of her purple-pink swimsuit.
“Have you not hands, feet, and tongue?”
“Other two, weird to ask, Kol thinks!?” Huffing deeply, the red-faced kobold lifts her furry hand to flex it. “This, though? Ugh… not feel good when tried…? Kol, never done ‘self’, only have ‘other’ like Echo do.” Some regret clouds her voyeuristic enjoyment, diverting her attention to Adris.
Kol’s whole demeanor intensifies sharply at having his attention, staring at him like a dog would stare at a freshly-chopped pig! “… ‘Other’!?” The uncute question punctuates her recurring shitty attitude!
(You’ve not earned me!)
The swimsuit she wears is still fully charged with the mysteries he summoned forth, though. Begging for the right activation, her contrary emotions leave it biding its time.
“Why not one of the two that interests you?” Mython’s question hits so much harder, leaving Adris straining with his breathing.
(She doesn’t…!?)
“If novel enough to join, then I can request the vines…?”
“Not like that, and… can’t, not those ‘males’.” Kol rolls over herself suddenly, her eyes straining and deeply huffing.
“Then, why not with your tail?”
“NAH? Tail…?” Sitting up, the kobold blinks at her own tail that lifts before her face. Small tremors shake it every time the elf being skewered cries out.
(Are we… just going to sit and watch this?)
“Love like… yours… can ‘explode’ my whole world completely~!”
Another goading cry proves Adris will with gusto, for he leans back to watch Hessalian predicting why the kelpie is quivering visibly. Whatever the form of his love, it will soon be unleashed as it loses balance!
(Chatting like idiot kids about how to “feel good”…!?)
“Defiled, be the word! Improper termi—!”
“Not love! NOT LOVE!”
From the shore comes two cries that rock everyone from the moment building.
The second yells over the first, a bell’s angry ring usurped by trepidation masked by self-surety.
“Love… can’t be what you feel welling up inside, only a foolish delusion!”
“What else could it be…!?”
To Ave’s diatribe, the elf on display laughs uproariously between moans, the coolness of her tight self-control burning off a bit as the kelpie whines in rhythm with the pregnant bucking!
“Every time… I… uhh!”
What the time achieves comes with the bottoming of the kelpie’s last spear thrust!
“‘Kiss’ him…!”
The degenerate animal lover sighs with adoration for the hidden embrace which is her cervix no doubt nibbling at a flared head!
“… We’re in love…! My branch, curling ‘round…” Sweat drops from both, with only one having any control now.
“MMMMM, his mighty trunk…” The once-talking beast grunts, its eyes staring at nothing as it hangs over the precipice, almost paralyzed from muscle spasms!
(Elves can halt it!? Is she… tormenting his release!?)
A kelpie that sought to be the boss now cries in weakness!
“That’s… not what…”
“FINALLY! Kol, LIKES this ‘love’!”
Disagreement becomes frustration fixing itself, for another spectator roars.
Adris turns from the show to find his student laying sideways. A sleek scaled length is firmly between the squishy trap of her thighs.
“Finally, see what it looks like! That you can… feel for yourself, not ‘guess’…! Ahhnnn!?”
While she rhythmically shifts in place, her fury hands pull it up over her still-covered pussy spreading new moisture onto the dull silver; then, her powerful butt flexes to pull it back with audible sighs of fascination leaking.
“Not bad! If this… is true elf love… then Kol, very sorry!” The kobold flicks her ears drunkenly, adding her hand squeezing her breasts to the apology as she pants.
“Elf, Kol… believes… in ‘love’!”
Adris again tries to tear himself up…!
But the cold heaviness that had lifted off drops back like a mountain slide.
Though he wants to leap upon Kol, there’s anger more than desire for her! A redness that burns, that has burned since long before the moment that summoned what he should do…!?
(Stop staring! STOP WANTING!)
That anger fuels all the disparate thoughts, calling for violence.
The emotion comes from all around, suddenly, drilling at him…?
But a sigh soothes it with numbness.
“Where did my special shadow prince go? My depraved hero, dashing and dark, who brushed past his heroine keeping the bad things away, and
— DEVOURED —
— THEM —
— COMPLETELY —
… instead of crying? Whimpering when things get hot, because girls just want to have fun and cool off?”
The [question] instead of an [answer] sends ice into his bladder, too.
Leaves him gasping with childish rage being what he feels instead of righteous fury…!
(What is the “nightmare” for this, then, Rantil!? Tell me… and I’ll crush it!)
“Not every ‘showtime’ is yours, didn’t goopy dolls teach you that? The ‘shining’ can’t help but want you next, so just wait for where it leads to?
Trust your dearest heroine~!”
Rantil demands the impossible, but Adris has no choice except to grind his teeth.
“Strongest inside!? Stronger than any other, when huge!?”
A too naive and interested student makes that rage hotter again despite fighting it.
She calls out to the elf that is shuddering, for pleasure is all that’s felt with a log firmly lodged within!
“Not… always… but now… NOW, is…!?” Hessalian cries out suddenly along with her steed. “THE BEEEEEST! AHHHH!?”
Her belly bulges even larger, one expansion after another, when the kelpie makes an unnatural screech and its tongue hangs out. As its glazed eyes stare dumbly at nothing, it shakes.
The steady, leaking shadow behind the hanging banner at Hessalian’s crotch from earlier becomes a waterfall when the beast’s balls start contracting. A pulse of colors ripples over the turtle shell, throttling Adris’ concentration and leaving him dulled in the aftermath as if struck by narcotic smoke!
Pleasure that nearly sends him to orgasm himself, not felt by the body but imprinting upon his inner expanse, rocks him against the shell!
“Love fills…! AAhhhh! Hiiiyaaah…!?”
(And me!?)
“And over… flows…! Huhuhu…!”
An orgasm that only elves seem to experience keeps racing through Hessalian, her glow that’s normally subdued bright. She presses hard onto her stomach where the beast’s cock head pulses, her touch like a mother’s upon a baby in her womb.
“Ahhh, so messy it is~. I smell like the Osfrey Sea in dry summer, huhuhu!” The hand upon her stomach pats. “And I’m one with him… can’t let you ouuuuut yet~!”
As the beast struggles to breathe, so winded by both the pursuit to claim her and the impact of finally basting her core with its seed, Adris cannot understand how she traps him in place with only her squeezing cunt.
“You’re so good at this game, mmmm… after all, friend spirit~? Can we play again, please!? No, no, let me behave… ahem, shall I share a pleasant secret about me in a little bit~?”
She treats him as both a divine being, a playmate, and a lonesome child by whispering more entreaties past the end of the copulation, even though the kelpie shakes “no” with fear…!
“… Kol… wants to feel…
GUSH INSIDE… like THAT…!”
Adris turns from the sight finally, his eyes sharp.
Not spared by whatever struck him, his pet kobold rocks in place with her tail briskly sliding against her crotch. Tongue out as she pants, completely red with lust, and not even noticing the world beyond, Kol ramps up desperately and kicks her feet looking for traction.
(You want… THAT…!?)
“You’d let some beast soil you inside?”
“NAH!?”
A human beast is over her on his hands and knees before the kobold can even react. Surprise at the attack causes Kol to sober up, her eyelids twitching pleasantly.
“Mark you with inferior seed? Use you like a rag? Ride you as the dumb beast, instead?”
“… Haaah!? Not… that weakling’s… ‘seed’, Boss…” Accusations don’t chastise as they should, for Kol reverts to a slovenly look while simply pondering it. “Ahhn, but, word? Kol… need strong…!” Instead of revulsion, the kobold simply rejects the source!
“But… size, want, Boss! Look at it…”
(It’s fine if you’re filled up, so long as they’re stronger than you and big!?)
Something shifts, because Kol’s ugly scheming expression jolts into alarm. She sniffs at Adris, confusion and lust striking…
And so he reaches for her collar as if commanded to, furious that she only stares hungrily while licking her lips!
“Knight aspirant…!
Misbegotten flotation aids!”
Both are jolted upright by the flat rage that announces itself while struggling to swim, then a small lady coming to shore and climbing upon the shell intrudes!
“Ahem: the nobility which seeks ever greater nobility! Warned, ever before, this lady has, of the dangers of the Castillo’s enticements toward you!”
“Guh!? Moon…!? Kol, was just… this, new, so…? Have fun, right!?”
“‘New’ it may be, but destructive to one’s self all the same: to spirituality of self-worth; purity of purpose; and one’s true pursuit of righteous pleasure! Defiling oneself, consorting with stupid beasts, such a thing that one considers mere ‘frivolity’ results instead, unseen, in damages also unmending!”
Kol cringes at Neesiette’s screaming, her alarm searching for any sign of what the doll might carry.
“Scurry not away from one’s instruction! Of all missteps, a kind, noble girl defaulting to gross sexual indulgence be disallowed by any means available. Think of insults you have levied at one’s enemies when resorting to such gross actions? Entrusted to one’s teacher as one is, defaming him, also, one does by considering such… consorting!”
(That… that’s true…)
The proof lies before them.
An elf, ruined by a horse’s cock.
When Kol receives nothing from Adris when begging him with her eyes, the kobold unhappily barks back instead.
“Righteous!? Pleasure… is pleasure!? Kol, doesn’t know different…? If Love Elf say that’s love, then it sounds right to Kol!” Even if stuck beneath Adris, Kol riots with the ferocity of a tiger! “Kol, doesn’t even know half the words Moon whines about! But, having a BIG DICK inside is bad, understanding said that!? ‘Beast’ is bad part!? Why!?”
She jabs her thumb at herself!
“Kol’s tribe, many others, smart OR dumb beast, doing!?”
Then, points at adris.
“Even… Boss, not want ‘human’, but is with any female, not caring about demi-human, evil Castillo, or… or…!?”
Pounding her fist on the shell, Kol becomes more petulant than Adris could ever feel about her!
“Who cares with who, if feels good!?”
(That’s different! I’m not dreaming about fucking animals!)
He shouldn’t, or wouldn’t, at least, despite his erection!?
The embarrassment comes after the raw emotions of fascination and contempt…
“Moon, doesn’t even WANT dick!? Never feel, never have, then…!?” Kol tries to jump up, maybe to rush her, but Adris’ pressure stops her. “Don’t tell Kol how to do ‘mating’ if never done it! Kol, only cares about doing the BEST! Boss, LIKES the way Kol mates, too! Always does the things that Kol has never…! New ‘pleasure’, new way of standing on top of females! Always… the best…!” Kol grins at Adris, the worship she shows too stunning.
“But, ‘Love’!? That means…”
Kol gathers up spit, then hocks it at Neesiette!
“That word Moon, LAME Kol’s Elf, thinks to FOOL Kol with!” Crazy to a degree that hasn’t ever been seen before except when in battle, Kol sacrifices any praise toward him to chill Adris’ heart.
“Hide things from Kol, treat Kol as stupid, like… Kol can’t do ‘sexy’ things! Lie, some kind of! Instead, better meaning, ‘feel so good that Kol could explode’, Kol will believe that is ‘love’, KAKAKAKA!”
“… One’s… sheer… unreflecting stubbornness.” Neesiette stays stock still, staring daggers at Kol.
“Hnnn?” Kol growls pleasantly, captivated by another target once the doll quietens.
Adris turns to look, too, after hearing a huge splatter!
“Ahhhh!?” Hessalian, the hollowed elf slut, sighs with great relief and displeasure when a deflated ramrod rips from her widened hole to wobble freely.
A deluge of white coats the vine rest and shell’s moss when she pulls herself up, stinking of masculine squid odor. Quaking once again and shaking the colors of their surroundings, the elf that strikes them with empathic vibrations moans with confusion.
“You can’t HARM yourself by BEING yourself… that’s just weird? The moment where it spills out? This, too, is fun…” Hessalian waggles her fingers toward the braindead kelpie that trots slowly back toward her.
“By discovering new pleasure, you are more YOU, and they are more THEM by sharing. We are more together, right~?”
As if it’s her slave now, the kelpie nods in agreement of anything she says.
“Everything we are is what the wind sings as we join it… how strange, the Doomed are, to fear that…?
This moment, between us, our love’s joining… achieved, brought out completely~!”
(Lost… you’re… lost…)
Even if he still feels an ungodly attraction, one he can’t define without risking his soul, Adris no longer feels it toward a…
(It’s… a strange difference.)
He sees Hessalian.
He sees the figure she barely hides with how she faces him, especially with the swimsuit’s sticking banners threatening to peel off from sweating.
An attractive female, her pheromones actively pulling at him despite, or because, she’s been taken once so hard.
But, to his mind…?
(Something’s gone.)
“But… there’s more loves to be discovered~!”
Hessalian only has time to say that before a shadow looms over her!
Snorting as wildly as the first one, a second horse that leaps up onto the vine rest, shaking it fully, vents its unimaginable frustration by plunging into a cavity which had already closed back…!
“LOVE! I… love this friend, too, GHAAAH…!?”
“HHIIIEEEEEEEEEEH!”
With even less care, the second is ramming her flat out past the halfway hilt of the first.
That she could take it the first time and survive, even thrive, delimits the hanger-on that lost in the queue!
“Ugh… also… has many males… after her. Never had happen… and won’t? Haaah…”
Adris watches Kol’s angry face melt back into jealousy, novelty, and frustration. Plunging her tail again while she watches, she then bites her lip and eyes Adris with suspicion.
“Boss…
Got bigger… before~? When ‘wrestled’ in mud, waaaaay bigger!?”
It’s like a slap to his soul, even though it’s spoken of like a juvenile would.
A useless attack, normally, that digs lower into Adris for no reason.
“Seen it, then, kind of…?
To know how feel… haaah, ahhhhn?”
Her tail moves on its own, thrusting between her thighs. She watches the renewed carnage of elf and beast, loving it when it should revolt a normal girl.
“Boss… r-e-a-l-l-y big inside Kol…! Would be the absolute… best…!”
He turns to watch, horrible feelings without explanation boiling inside him.
And what he sees, when the scents he hears are so bubbly, and the colors tickle his skin, leaves his sight glazing over with more of the red…!
“H-Huhhh? Rantil felt that one, too…?”
Rantil gasps and shudders, too, for the space she also exists in twists on itself!
“Hey, don’t be mean, creep! Wait your turn! What ‘friend’ is ruining Rantil’s pep session!?”
Pointed ears are furry, white and twitching with the thrusts.
Laid up in this vine contraption that supports an amazing amount of weight, the full force of it directs solely to one spot.
Her tanned belly bulges with each drill against where her cervix sits. Girlish cries of joy, winning over the desire to scream, are what torment Adris when she keeps jolting forward with the over pressure.
No longer merely resting, powerful hands grip their arm bar so that this white-furred slut-in-training can accept a half an inch more with each sudden drive. A face he’s always longed to kiss freely beams with unrestrained, mounting self-satisfaction!
(N-Not! Possi-ble!)
A rejection against horror slips…!
Adris’ vertigo increases as he sways over the same person.
One Kol hungrily lies beneath him, unclaimed by him because of her obstinance. She huffs quickly with the show she’s enraptured by. Her smell is needy, clingy, and musky enough to choke him.
But this same beloved idiot also stares back at herself, crying constant yelps of joy. Spilling ever more white spunk as the seal of her pink pussy lips lose to the ever-widening trunk within. What was left has to be replaced, urging the ugly sea horse that loses its mind to obsess about the tail that keeps beating against its stomach.
(What’s happening… Rantil…!?)
The taste of the other Kol’s pleasure invades and coats his tongue, a sweetness to her saliva that he’s never had!
Seeing Kol being sullied is truly a knife deep into him!
Whispers that were distant seem to howl.
Every time he blinks, the shadows close in over the burning red lake. They consume another giant turtle island, eating the branches also that cradle the vast sky with its distant, cold-glowing star eyes.
Answers have always harmed him,
but now the questions are coming even though they’ve long been forestalled since the Chapel in the Castillo melted into oblivion.
WHAT WILL SHE SCREAM WHEN SHE’S SO FULL THAT SHE CHOKES JUST FROM THE THRUSTS?
The first question that he clearly hears curls Adris’ toes!
He tries to shout, but even his shadow seems paralyzed!
WHAT WILL BE HER FAVORITE SHAPE THAT PLUNGES WITHIN?
HOW OFTEN WILL SHE SEEK IT AT NIGHT, AND FROM WHOM?
… IF HUMANS/SENTIENTS,
mAlEs ThAt ThInK aRe FoRbIdDEEEN,
WHO WILL CLAIM HER ELSEWHERE/WISE…!?
The questions deform when recognized, and Adris’ brain is burning!
(THESE…!? FUCKERS ARE…!?)
“Crossbearer, what do you hear…!?
… Awawa!? Or rather, don’t hear it! It hurts!?”
Unable to even grip his head to squeeze, there’s questions attacking that seem to have nothing to do with him…!?
But all of them do, for they repeat and drone and find new ways to question his own sanity!
They ask:
What can she learn, and who will she show?
Who will turn her from an honest girl into a total slut, one that can only open her legs and beg?
What words will she beg with, offered to who?
These, and a trillion more horrible questions, all burn him up inside, even as something wraps itself around him desperately trying to cool him!
The source is the way the girl below him smiles, naughtily cackles to herself, flushes with a growing arousal and climax that she gives herself. Right now, she’s potentially asking those very questions within!
(I… what am I…
… doing…?)
His only motion is to reach for himself, because he’s enraptured, too, then stop.
By the display which tickles him in a way he hasn’t experienced the same since watching Lycia, when they’d toyed with the pet fat rabbit between them, he’s urged to stroke his throbbing cock.
The kelpie hollowing out the kobold bursts away into colors, so that a boy’s own can replicate as streams coming to her butt to grab around her waist…
Adris himself is the one violating her!
Kol accepts it with total resistance, and also total acceptance.
Her claws crush the vine rest as she howls about both emotional states; but, it only eggs this “Adris” on!
Naked and drooling like a wolf, this boy that takes her has a huge shadow at his back!
(What beast is it…!?)
Red eyes burn like stars!
The “beast” within Adris, what compels him to masturbate to his own conquest, the defilement that occurs of a girl he both hates and loves, is…!?
The real questions that seem to crack his mind from the outside, warring for equal notice as this vision torments him, are…?
[WHO CAN PROVIDE WHAT YOU CAN’T?]
AND
[WHAT WILL YOU BE WHEN YOU’VE REDUCED HER, TOO, TO THIS STATE?]
“DANNNnnnger!?”
Kol riles up, her claws lifting up! Pleasure growing from her crotch replaces with a need for blood…!
Something is sinking into Adris.
Like a bite on his head, crushing it beneath a constant pressure!
He can only feel the outrage, listlessness, insecurity, all of the darkest emotions that he’s ever suffered…!
(This… isn’t Rantil…!?)
“Whatever this is, isn’t cute OR funny! C-C-Change where the ‘shining’ inside you points, maybe, help Rantil find it!?”
It can’t be a lie, because he’s about to break completely, and Rantil promised him…
That she, to his cross, as him too, she could never…!?
“THIS LADY’S EMPEROR!”
Through the insane ramblings in his mind, a bell pierces with cold fury!
“… Nee-si-ette…?”
He haltingly calls her name through the reprieve.
It’d be nice to hold her, to feel some kindness that might banish his confusion.
But…
“Limitations of conduct, withdrawn! Recalcitrant student, subject: love/proper sexuality, sufficiently the master of this topic being one, proper guidance thereof…!”
With even a snake elf stuck gasping in horror, the only truly unaffected girl within the storm of visible emotions swirling around an elf remains unbowed. Straight to an order, always her style, the moon fairy dressed like the prettiest leaf in the forest points below Adris.
“RECTIFY, this… ‘buffoon’!”
And seethes!
“Bring this thug back into the fold, utilizing whatever corporeal or mental punishments one deems necessary!”
At the same time that Adris was about to crack…
This incensed expression, and longing glare of total trust from a worthwhile woman, presages another phantom appearing, too.
A gathering fool of red, steel, and leather that strides past Adris on the turtle shell hell he’s stuck in exclaims to the sky!
“A gentleman pursues what he wants, and wants what he pursues!
NOTHING MORE IS NEEDED! HA, HA!”
The purity of it, an ideal about love that Adris could never share, but often thinks about, stuns even as a recollection. Because he slid past the many questions raised within himself when discussing the sacrifices slayers must make of their friends, and why “love” among them never lasts…
(I buried that because I had no answers.)
Adris wants to ask the strong back of this phantom barbarian that doesn’t turn around what he should do now about this biggest question.
Recalling this paragon carries so many wonderful, wistful feelings that are a mortar for his Inner Expanse’s many cracks. Adoration, idolization, an urge to beat him, to punch him for his callous words, and to drink with him every night until they both drop…!
But, the older brother he never had wisps into obsidian smoke while waving goodbye, vanishing to the winds without answering.
Everything despairing about the world reverts to hope, and ultimately catharsis spreads.
(A gentleman… pursues…)
Whatever strength is left after his soul was scoured, Adris summons back to himself by stroking once a shining black cross!
No more whispers assault him, and his headache is replaced by great energy that he directs toward the answer he needs.
The only screams of the Beyond that he cares about now come from ONE source.
“A GENTLEMAN CAN BE ANYTHING, DO EVERYTHING, CROSSBEARER, SO LONG AS HE IS HONEST WITH HIMSELF!”
Liberated at the same time, an allip cheers with her grating, static voice of chaos in his soul! What she says, Adris already knew, but was unwilling to say.
(All of the questions… of who can teach her dangerous pleasures… of what happens after “defiling” Kol…)
Even if he should never ask them, or tempt them,
Each of the limitless questions that have infinite answers, all that will seemingly destroy himself, demands equal morbid curiosity…
“KUKUKU, WHY DOES IT MATTER IF THERE’S INFINITE QUESTIONS WHEN THERE’S ONLY ONE ANSWER REQUIRED…?”
When Rantil hints at what he was already thinking, he’s smiling and wishing he could kiss her!
The answer is…?
([Rantil]!)
“[Adris]!”
As an echo of each other within himself, the synchronicity of it overwhelms!
Both can feel only
GREAT! THINGS!
AHEAD!
(LET’S SHOW THESE BUMPKIN IDI—!)
“—OTS A ‘CLIMAX’ WORTH MY TIME~!”
The maddening colors flee! Faster and faster, until all of this forested dimension called [******] dyes with some shade of obsidian!
Whining about degenerate savages, especially a wolf tramp that was always this way from the start, is a waste of a perfect lover’s momentum!
“We have your lesson to consider, my disciple. I gave you a challenge.”
“… B-Boss…?”
Her ranting is over, replaced by hyper-focusing on Adris’ every movement. Flexing her fingers, claws extended, her rapid breathing instead sounds like the prelude to a battle she’s prepping to start!
“Since you failed to seduce me with love…”
“Ugly thing!”
She spits out this insult, then flinches when Adris pulls a hand up over her.
“Love and mating are two different things.
But… they can both be PURE pleasure.”
“Nnnn, not… likely!”
The world sets alight around them, and Kol aims white flames at him!
With eyes on the prize, his throat, her grab that ushers the very space she reaches for to obey launches out…!
“NNnnnnoooo!?”
In place of fear, orgasmic release, or worship, Kol utters a scream only because Adris’ fingers lightly pull upon the loop of pink that ties onto Kol’s wrist. Like a dutiful puppy when pulled there, she relaxes the hand.
“Let’s show them ‘true love’.”
Kol blinks three times, her jaw dropping open…
Then, she launches a punch for his jaw with her other fist.
Only for it to hang in the air, too, when Adris hooks its loop.
“Hnnnngh!?” When he yanks on both wrists, Kol’s struggles against the pull only to have her arms dragged easily across each other.
“Kol’s… mightiness!?”
The swimsuit ribbons that traverse her whole body ripple darklight down them.
White flames snuff, sucked into the ribbons.
“NNNAH!? Feels EXTRA tickly!?”
When his fingers rub over the bones, she squeals so nicely.
“So weak.”
Kol’s anger turns despairing, her expression gruesome when it seems like she’s trapped by him!
“Not weak! Boss, you did…!?”
“Mython may have sewn this swimsuit you hate, but
— I —
am the true maker of it. The one you so arrogantly insulted.”
“…
… Kol… would very much like to… a-a-apoooologiiiiize…” Like it’s the stinkiest dung she’s ever been forced to eat, Kol tries to weasel her way out.
“I’m not mad, my disciple. After all, we were destined to arrive here.”
“Kol… thinks Boss is lying, MOON!
HNNGH!?”
Into the third kiss that matters, a true aura master imprisons his student before all the witnesses required. Within himself, he prepares maneuvers and punishments fueled by petty, but strong, experimental inclinations Rantil unearths!
(There’s no way that a perceptive hunk like me, with a…?)
“You know, most girls don’t like being thought of as ‘crazy sluts’, right?”
(… inside me COULDN’T do a better job than some fucking horse, you know?)
“At least pat my head later if you’re going to think that and ignore me!?”
“BLAH!? Stupid… kissing…!” Rantil’s only reward is the pleasure of seeing Kol splay her tongue out, daring him to grab it again so she can chomp!
“I’d been sparing you… the full impact. Trying to train you slowly, to give you time so your brain wouldn’t melt… but?”
Kol tries to buck him, earning a jump and Adris splitting his knees to land upon the loops tied at her legs! Again, her fearsome strength drains with the flames sucking up, leaving her gasping.
“BOSS, EVIL SNEAKY! TRAP! SNEAK TRAPPER!”
“If pleasure is the most important thing to you, then I shall have to frame my lessons AS pleasure.”
“ELFS! STRIKE NOW!”
“Time for you to be eaten.”