Dreamland.... Elven Quests & Sexual Conquests SRP

Welcome....

There is no OCC thread. They drive me nuts and waste time.

Imagine when you dream you enter a reality that is the opposite of your real self. Everything is distorted. The nice people become the monsters and the monsters become nice.

The setting is simple. Imagine medieval times, but in a world populated by Elves, Dark Elves, Goblins, Orcs, Dwarves, Gnomes and anyone else your heart desires.

Make your character and join the plot to gold, glory and sexual encounters. This is more than a simple adventure, it is sexual relations back when sex was a commodity and the pill didn't exists. There is pleasure and consequences so beware.......

As the adventure starts, various brave adventurous types are heading to a bridge to meet.........


Here is the character I will play......

The Sorceress Sarata
It was a dreamy state where the peaceful and good hearted young woman name Sarah Tanner slowly emerged. In real life she was a 22 year old virgin living in small town America with short red hair, tiny breasts, a flat ass, zero personality and no sex appeal. She worked with animals at a shelter and was very shy around people and especially around men.

As she discoved that she was in a strange new reality, her personality and abilities were very different..... The people who discovered her and helped her with the evil dark elves. The learned she had deep sexual passions and in exchange for her intense and frequent fucking favors they helped her develop her magic and she became the black sorceress known as "Sarata".

Sarata moved through the forest dressed in a tiny black leather brassiere and a leather thong like panty. Over her shoulders she wore a black cape that she could quickly swirl around herself to hide her huge breasts and luscious rear end. The dark elves had fucked her so many times she was sure they were the reason why her breasts now interrupted her efforts at running since they were so big and bouncy (36DD), and her rear-end was perfect too attracting lots of male attention. Those dark elves had taught her the darkest and dirtiest ways of fucking and this lore was now burned into her mind. Her hair seemed to grow longer every time she was fucked and it now reached almost to the ground and it was a fiery red color that matched her hairy pubic bush.

Hurrying through the field, she now wished she had brough several dark elves as an escort to the clandestine meeting that was planned under the Bridge at Tumor. The evening was dark, but still warm for it was a summer night, and the moons shone brightly helping to guide her steps.

In a belt at her waist, in a scabbard was a small venom filled dagger. The poison on the dagger ensured that the victim would die a hideously painful death, characterized by the victim turning red and then exploding from the inside. It was a ghastly sight but sent a message to her ennemies.

For her whoring, Sarata had obtained three other items as well. The first was a ring of protection, that activated an invisible force field around her body similar to the protection offered by light armor such as ringmail. The second was a ring of invisibility that when activated allowed her to move without being seen or heard. Lastly was a small wand that she carried. This was her true weapon for it allowed her to cast fireballs. Of all her magical items she figured the most important was the ring of invisibility for it had allowed her to save her skin on more than one occassion with an angry wife or scorned lover.

Despite all her magic, Sarata had been cursed by another witch for her whoring herself with the female dark elve's mate - Grogin. The curse was powerful and Sarata had been unable to counter the magic despite many efforts and attempts. The curse made her unable to truly love any man, and it caused her to excessively deep sexual feelings which multiplied each day she was not satisfied by a sexual encounter. Further when making love, she was unable to stay still, and was forced to squirm and buck, like the experienced pleasure giving whore she had become. The blackmagic had also forced her to yell out like a banchee each and time she had sex. On more than a few occassions when no male humanoid could be found, Sarata had given her body to animals......

Walking towards the bridge, she realized she knew very little about the people she was about to meet.. But she knew she needed gold and more magic to secure her footing with the dark elves. She would make herself their Queen, kill the elven witch and take her mate permanently........

Sarata On The Move.....

Sarata kept walking under the cover of darkness. As she came within sight of the bridge, she decided it was time to disappear and activated her ring and then moved at a slow pace slowly circling the area in smaller and smaller circles trying to find traps and ambushes. In her years with the dark elves, she had learned to be suspicious and not trusting. That had been one of her tools amongst the elves was to divide them and cause suspicion and hatred.

Sarata was vain about her long lucious fiery red hair. It was something that made her unique amongst the dark elves apart from her unsually light skin. Some of the dark elves held stories that Sarata wasn't really a dark, while others suggested she was the spawn of a elf and dark elf. But no matter, Sarata was beautiful and with a smile, some manipuation, and her pussy, she could normally get what she wanted.

The bridge was a simple walking bridge mostly wood and rope. It was perfect for a meeting since it was visible from a distance and had very few trees that would facilitate an ambush. As she walked she readied hereself mentally, she could feel a male presence for her body now started to twinge slightly and her nipples had suddenly seemed itchy and more alive. The sweet sensation in her womanhood had started too.

I have to control myself.... My secret is safe.... she secretly thought.

Seeing a male on near the bridge she moved before him and deactivated her invisibility "as if" she had simply teleported there.

I have to keep my secrets

As she suddenly appeared she spoke to the male whom she now recognized as a dark elf, but one maybe from another tribe....

"Who are you? What is business?" she spoke in an authoritarian and bitchy fashion in her husky sexy voice.

The Rogue 'Spun'

Sitting down to his terminal with a huff, Bill pulls the suit on. Taking several moments and lots of cursing, he pulls the suit over his hands and feet, both deformed from a child-hood illness. Once he accesses the game, he laughs to himself.

For he was 'Spun!' Mysterious Rogue who has stolen crowns from kings heads, and the most agile man in the kingdom! Everyone wanted to know his name, but Spun was his moniker, and his name was a secret that many people had died trying to figure out. But he was also hated...he was a dark elf as well, but he loved his evil persona. He assassinated those more powerful than him, he bullied those weaker than him, and he fucked everyone he could, most times they liked it, sometimes they didn't. "I hate em, but those royal elves can be hot!" was his usual theme on taking the women in the game.

He wasn't to tall, just over 5' tall, wearing all black. He has a rapier on his side, and daggers everywhere. Plus lots of poison vials...from simple paralysis, to one that could liquify your eyes.

His latest plan, was to locate a great dark elf sorcerer. He heard she was a whore, so if he could help her in any way...she could repay in kind. He had received a tip that she would be at the bridge in the darker parts of the forest today, so that was where he was heading. Sneaky as a shadow, and just as silent, he moved to the bridge before anyone else arrived. Clambering up under the bridge into the trusses, he waits for the two groups to arrive...his appetite whetted by the fact that someone was either gona get fucked, or killed. He loved both quite a lot really.

Spun

He looks over the edge of the bridge at the approaching dark elf, her form shrouded in a cloak, but her long red hair and light skin was certianly unique, plus she just appeared.

"Who are you....how can you teleport? Tell me woman, I need answers!."

"Who are you? What is business?"

"My business? I'm here to see a finger wiggler...she is supposed to have power...and there are others with power coming here. Why are you here? I wont have you interupt their dealings, their power is for me and me alone!"

His right hand drops to the hilt of his rapier, his gaze steely and exuding danger. His coal black hair moving a bit in the breeze, and none of his movements making any noise as his boiled leather and scale armor move with him.

Spun

The stranger spoke:
"Who are you....how can you teleport? Tell me woman, I need answers!."

Sarata simply ignored his questions. He was a male. She was a woman. Her questions would be answered first. She wanted information. Information was power. She wanted power.

The dark elf seemd to eye her warily.

No doubt he want to see me... to se my womanness.. Sarata decided. Well, she'd use that against him. Men were easy if you knew which head to control.

The dark elf spoke:
"My business? I'm here to see a finger wiggler...she is supposed to have power...and there are others with power coming here. Why are you here? I wont have you interupt their dealings, their power is for me and me alone!"

"You alone??? You rascal... This is a meeting of great personnage.... What special powers does a common dark elf like yourself hold" Sarata questionned him in her husky sexy voice. As she did so, her cloak opened to reveal her tremendous curves and to exude her own lusty nature.

She watched as his right hand drops to the hilt of his rapier and was about to become an extension of his hand.

"Wait fool.... Maybe you have something to trade that is worthwhile before you leave this place for your betters" she mocked him but offered him trade.

Does he have anything of value? There may be time before the others arrive? There are some trees over yonder.... maybe....
He did not like that she ignored his question, but he would let it go for now. Seeing that she was obviously important due to arrogance.

"You alone??? You rascal... This is a meeting of great personnage.... What special powers does a common dark elf like yourself hold"

He notices the change in the pitch of her voice, and can just feel a sexual tension build around him. He grins at her, forcing the thoughts of sex from his mind, purging himself as he is well trained to do.

"Wait fool.... Maybe you have something to trade that is worthwhile before you leave this place for your betters"

"You can't offer me anything, unless you can point out the sorceress. She is why I came...power draws power you see...but I have no need to exert myself for the likes of you. And your little sex charms will have no effect on me...unless I wish them too, so still your efforts and tell me what the sorceress and the others are planning on dealing in!"

His left hand palms a small...something...from a pocket, his right hand still resting on the pommel of his rapier.

"Unless you don't know that information, in which case I'll have to remove you."

He looked to a brush covered hillock nearby, 'can have some fun before I send her packing though...'

Spun

Sarata can sense an attraction between them. She knows the feeling all too well. She gets it with every man and longer between her sexual encounters the heavier. more heated and faster it comes on. Carefully she shifts her weight from foot to foot trying to fight off the sexual tension and energy exploding between them.

The dark elf spoke:

"You can't offer me anything, unless you can point out the sorceress. She is why I came...power draws power you see...but I have no need to exert myself for the likes of you. And your little sex charms will have no effect on me...unless I wish them too, so still your efforts and tell me what the sorceress and the others are planning on dealing in!"

Sarata began to laugh at the dark elf......

"So rogue, you seek a sorceress...... tell me... is she beautiful? Does she turn rocks to gold and sticks to snakes?" mocked Sarata.

Does he seek me or someone else? she secretly wondered but wasn't about to let on.

She saw his hand move but wasn't afraid. No man simply killed a woman. If he was a dark elf, he'd fuck her first so she knew she had lots of time.

The dark elf spoke more authoritatively:
"Unless you don't know that information, in which case I'll have to remove you."

"Remove me? You?" mocked Sarata.

"Just you?" Sarata added as she dropped the cloak to the ground and proudly displayer her true beauty, large breasts and beautiful red hair. The leather brassiere and thong, highlighted the shapeliness of her body and was designed to cause male arousal.

"Would you remove a virgin like me from this bridge? Maybe a brave knight wil appear and save me?" Sarata teased as she considered using her own magic.

Looking at the dark elf she could sense a arousal going on in his garment. From first impressions....

maybe he could satisfy me... for a bit and she grinned seductively at the thought.

Noticing her weight shift, he incorrectly inturprets that as fear. Seeing such, he presses his advantage.

"So rogue, you seek a sorceress...... tell me... is she beautiful? Does she turn rocks to gold and sticks to snakes?"

"No she doesn't dark elf...she fucks anyone that lives...and is apprently good at it. She craves power like you would never believe...and I feel our futures are closly aligned.

"Remove me? You?" "Just you?" "Would you remove a virgin like me from this bridge? Maybe a brave knight wil appear and save me?"

As she drops her cloak, his blade appears in his hand, so quick was the draw that it was nearly invisable, his left hand holding the 'something' near to the blade as he takes a fighters stance.

"Yes just me...but I hope you have more armor than that wench, or else you will be sorely disappointed with this meeting."

Looking at her body, he couldn't help but get aroused from the view, his sense's still under control and far from danger levels. But he was also aware of her state, nipples pressing against the material of her bra, and a slight scent drifting across the wind to his nose.

Spun

Ahhh... It's coming on again.... I'll fight it... If I could just touch myself a bit..... I could slow it down decided Sarata as she fought off her sexual needs. It was worse with this man since he was a dark elf and she accustomed to their needs and her body was used to them.

The dark elf spoke:
"No she doesn't dark elf...she fucks anyone that lives...and is apprently good at it. She craves power like you would never believe...and I feel our futures are closly aligned.

"Is that a sorceress or a whore? What would you do with a sorceress? Would you even know what to do with a whore?" Sarata teased him.

She sensed he was none too pleased at her mocking. Once her cloak had hit the ground she saw him in the moolinght with the blade in his hand in a fighter's stance. He looked strong and menacing, but she knew tonight was not her night to die.

He spoke further:
"Yes just me...but I hope you have more armor than that wench, or else you will be sorely disappointed with this meeting."

"Will you strike a woman?" Sarata mocked him.

"Oh brave rogue...."

"Will you strike me through the heart?" Sarata laughed as she spun before him to show him her beautiful rear end and to jiggle her breasts for his amusement and to create lustful thoughts that would further stimulate the dark elf.

Sarata's breasts were obviously erect as they chaffed against the leather. Unable to help herself, Sarata adjusted her bra and touched her nipples trying to satisfy their need to be touched.

Sarata smiled at the rogue....

"Well rogue..." she laughed in a haughty sexy voice.



"Is that a sorceress or a whore? What would you do with a sorceress? Would you even know what to do with a whore?"

"Hopefully she is both Dark Elf...but if not, I can always make her a whore." He pointedly ignored the taunt about knowing what to do with a whore.

"Will you strike a woman?" "Oh brave rogue...." "Will you strike me through the heart?"

Watching her twirl around, he places his blade back in the sheath, secreting the vial back on his person. He grins to her as he takes a couple steps and turns half away from her, his erection pressing his slacks forward. He watches her touch her nipples a couple time, and notices the scent getting heavyer in the air.

"Well rogue..."

"she laughed at me!" he thinks to himself, but then grins back to her.

"I don't think either of us want to fight Dark Elf...but we could work off some energy until the sorceress and the others arive. It it works out, we might be able to get the power for us."

'And then I enslave you, and make you do all the crazy things you could love...' he thinks to himself.

Sarata listened as the dark elf spoke:

"Hopefully she is both Dark Elf...but if not, I can always make her a whore."

In reply to her taunting, he was amazingly calm and collected. She knew then he wasn't some novice warrior or hot head. Here was a man worthy of the blade he carried, which she assumed was fine elven steel.

Sarata felt some relief as she sheathed his sword and seemed to relax.

She knew she would seduce him as she caught his eyes watching her fingers and she rubbed her own nipples and tried to rearrange them under her leather brassiere.

Then his grin told her that their warring was over and the whoring was about to begin....

The dark elf seemed calmer and more confident as he spoke:

"I don't think either of us want to fight Dark Elf...but we could work off some energy until the sorceress and the others arive. It it works out, we might be able to get the power for us."

"Oh I never fight... brave warrior" she still taunted him unable to resist the opportunity to be a bitch.

Now the heat was upon her more forcefully and she needed a little rub under the small leather panties that gave her some hint of modesty.

"The bush there!" Sarata pointed as she tried to cross her legs as she walked over there quickly as she began to untie the brassiere which allowed her massive lucious breasts to swing clear and bob around as she moved. Next, she slipped down her panties, allowing her thick hairy red bush to escape its confines.

Not looking at the male dark elf, she knelt on the soft grass, and parted her legs as she looked over her shoulder. She very quickly touched herself, and smiled at her own wetness. She was ready, willing and in need.

"Hurry....ah... before the others arrive" she told him.

"Oh great warrior .. tell me about yourself....." Sarata spoke softly in an alluring voice.

His information... would be the price of her whoring Sarata decided. She was anxious to learn about the man and his past. Maybe he knew about the gathering and its purpose.




"Oh I never fight... brave warrior"

"Gods, she does go to great lengths to taunt those she meets, doesn't she," he thinks to himself. He watches her rub herself underneath the already ridiculously small panties, his erection growing a little larger at the sight.

"The bush there!" She said while pointing. She walks towards the bush, albeit akwardly as she removes her bra, he breasts standing up and quite perky dispite their amazing size. Then her panties hit the ground, and she knelt facing away from him.

"That is right Dark Elf...face away from me. This is nothing but sex...for now," he grins as he starts to walk towards her.

When she reaches back to touch herself, he disappeared, moving very quickly to her side where he slapped her hand.

"I get to make you cum, not yourself wench." He reaches down and starts to unlace his breeches as he drools over her.

"Hurry....ah... before the others arrive"

"I'll hurry, but your gona love every moment of it."

He drops to his knees behind her, then checks to make sure that the bushes indeed covered their hiding space.

"Oh great warrior .. tell me about yourself....."

"No time for talk wench, fucking." With that he presses the head of his cock against her cunt, moving it up and down gently to spread her wetness around, then he dips a finger into her, taking a taste of her wetness for himself.

"Good...not many women taste quite a good as you do..." he says, then to himself, "perhaps she should get a bit more respect than I gave her."

He starts to slowly press his cock against her, slowly, slowly easing his head into her.

Spun


Sarata smiled as she looked back to see the look on the dark elf's face. He was more than interested and intrigued. Yet, there was a shyness too, since he hadn't proposed to simply take her where they stood and everyone else be damned. She could his erection happily popping up with a life of its own.

He seemed to have mumbled something about "the bush". Sarata just grinned with pride as she assumed he was talking about her red pubic bush.

"I like to think of it as more of a forest... a forest that is hot and on fire" Sarata teased him. She was proud of her long red hair and womanly bush.

"Ouch!" Sarata blurted out as a paid of large rough hands slapped her hand that she was touching her pussy with.

Then the dark elf spoke:
"I get to make you cum, not yourself wench."

"Suit yourself... Do you know where to put it... You stick it in there!" Sarata teased him.

The anticipation was everything as she heard him removing his garments and the sound of sword clanking against the rocky ground beside her.

Sarata was eager for the small talk as they fucked but was surprised as the dark elf spoke again, with a air of "shut up bitch... you're interrupting me":

"No time for talk wench, fucking."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" Sarata screamed out as she loved the touch of his cock as he pressed it against her teasingly and stimulating her further.

"Oh yes...prove yourself..." laughed Sarata as she moved her hands to cup her own breasts and to tingle and delight her own nipples. The result was her head lowered towards the ground and her rear end was raised exposing her heavenly pussy more forcefully.

This is going to be good.... she thought eagerly as she pushed herself backwards onto the hard shaft to force it in deeper.

To her surprise, he stopped to finger her, and she was more than just wet and hot. Her body was aching for it! He seemed to stick his wet fingers into his own mouth and then he spoke again:

"Good...not many women taste quite a good as you do..."

"Ooooo ya... harder... come on... ya... deeper!" Sarata screams out as she is now imagining and feeling the dark elf's cock sliding easily, slowly and excitedly into her overstimulated pussy.

"ouuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaa... that it's..... all the way.... fuck like demons... come on" Sarata pushed him eager for a hard fast fuck.

Feeling devious and devilish she taunted him...."You just tell me when you're in all the way... I'll do my best... Maybe... it'll grow" Sarata teased as she implied the dark elf had a small dick and was questionning whether or not he was in her.

Sarata started a rocking motion, allowing his cock to slide easily back and forth in her hot steam pussy.

"I like to think of it as more of a forest... a forest that is hot and on fire"

Standing behind her for a moment, he is almost posing naked. His body was near to hairless as befitted an elf, and his pubic hair was a stark white to match the hair on his head, versus the pitch black of his skin.

"Ouch!" she cried when he hit her hand, but he wasn't paying attention, he was intent on getting everything lined up.

"Suit yourself... Do you know where to put it... You stick it in there!" Sarata teased him.

He turns the sword and sheath in his hand, burying it in the ground so he could draw it if the need arose, much like he was prepairing to bury his 'sword' in her 'forest.'

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" She shrieked as he toyed with her lips with his cock, then begins to play with her using his fingers. His cock was rock hard, but he was clearly showing his restraint, waiting for her to break down and make the first move of the night.

"Oh yes...prove yourself..." she laughed as his fingers began to dig slightly into her flesh, sliping between inner and outer lips, rubbing roughly against the area between cunt and ass, then reaching forward to crush her mons against her pubic bone as he waits for her to make the move. When her ass lifts a little more, he puts more pressure on her mons, grinding it in a circular motion.

"There we go," he said as she pushed herself back and onto his cock. "Fuck me like a whore wench! You want it just as much as I do!"

His grip on her hips prevents her from moving backwards or forewards as his cock painstakingly moves forward, so slow it's almost not moving, but his grip was rock hard, he was going to go at his pace, and her feelings could be damned.

"Ooooo ya... harder... come on... ya... deeper!" Hearing her scream out, he still pushed in slowly, his cock head slowly forcing a path for the rest of his cock as it plows into her folds.

"ouuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaa... that it's..... all the way.... fuck like demons... come on"

Feeling her push hard against his grip, he taunts her for once.
"You asked for this fucking, and it's going at my speed, just relax..it'll happen...wench."

"You just tell me when you're in all the way... I'll do my best... Maybe... it'll grow"

With those words, he slammed himself into her, shoving her off of her hands and down onto her chest in the grass behind the bush. He pulls back, and slams into her again, fucking as hard as a well trained fighter can, all the muscles in his body behind his long, thick cock, the head sliding up and down the front of her vaginal wall due to the extreme angle, his thrusts were fast, pulling almost completely out, and then slamming in again, his hands under her cunt and getting a large amount of her and his combined juices on his hand.

Spun


Sarata lost track of time and the world around her. For now her body was on fire and the only way to quench the need in her was to keep that big thick cock in her.

"yes... yes.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Sarata screamed out at the top of her lungs as the big cock stretch and made it's own path in her now drenched pussy. Her juices were hot and she was well lubricated as he slid back and forth slowly. Sarata felt a little frustrated as the dark elf held her tight and literally controlled how much she could move.

So slow... so intense... I want to peak... I need it

Her light skin was an anomaly, to the dark elves constition. Her soft red bush acted as a cushion to his perpetual pounding and she grunted loudly with each stroke.

She ignored his action in stabbing his sword in the ground.

A knight wouldn't do that. He wouldn't abuse his blade like that.... This man isn't a true warrior.... More like a rogue, villain or other dark mercenary type Sarata tried to focus her mind but couldn't.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sarata screamed out in response to each of his strokes. If there was anyone sneaking up, they would have heard her from a great distance.

"You got it in you to fill my dirty pussy!" hissed Sarata in a bitchy but sexy husky voice.

"Come on... now... cum on.... yes... aaaahhhhh" Sarata screamed out.




"yes... yes.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She screamed as his cock plowed in and out of her cunt. He could feel her struggles as she tries to make him speed up, but he was having none of that, being much stronger than his size would suggest.

He could hear her grunt with every thrust into her body, a dull thump can be heard where their bodies smack together, but are cushioned by their pubic hair.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She continued to scream, so doing the only sensable thing a sneaky individual would do, he leans over her and covers her mouth with his left hand, giving her free range to move her hips however she would like to. His right hand, now drenched in the juices of their fucking starts to rub up and down between her ass cheeks, massaging her asshole.

"You got it in you to fill my dirty pussy!" she said, speaking around his fingers. "I'll fill you to over flowing...and more than once wench!" he growled at her, as his fingers start to press against her ass. Their thrusts even stronger now that she can move back against him.

"Come on... now... cum on.... yes... aaaahhhhh" and with that scream, he really held her mouth shut, trying to keep her from drawing un-needed attention to their bush. His fingers working harder on her ass as he half leans over her back.

"I'll come when I'm good and ready...or you can't stand...or both."

He was big..... so big... so wonderfully pleasing, Sarata decided as the dark elf kept up a barrage of deep thrusts into her doggie style.

In reply he told her:
"I'll fill you to over flowing...and more than once wench!"

"please... please" whined Sarata like some common peasant woman in heat. She loved the feeling of penetration, the probing, the pumping and then the cum everywhere. Her body need it. It was the curse.

She felt a tight grip around her mouth. She didn't take offence. She knew how loud her moaning and grunting had become.

Just as felt her own body rocking in orgasmic spasms, the dark elf spoke:

"I'll come when I'm good and ready...or you can't stand...or both."

"But...but... I'm ready" whined Sarata.

"Who are you anyways....."

Spun

"please... please" she started to whine like an animal in serious need. And he was more than willing to supply whatever she wanted. His one hand tight around her mouth to keep her from yelling, and his other hand slowly working a finger lubricated with her juices into her ass, he was surprised that she was still using the tempo of his thrusts. "I suppose she hasn't relized I've released her hips.." he thinks to himself, as he slowly pushes deeply into her, only to immediatly start to pull out of her.

"But...but... I'm ready" she whined. "Cum if you want wench, I'm using you for my pleasure, not yours. If you get there too, great. But this is for me!" he still doesn't change the speed of his thrusting, the tip of his finger now wiggling quickly in her ass, his hand near her mouth in case she screams again.

"Who are you anyways....."

"What do you care? I'm a 'rascal' as you called me," his hand moved from her cheek and into her hair, pulling back on it gently at first, still waiting to see if she would thrust back on her own.

Sarata had difficult speaking with the hand on her mouth partially muffling her. The thrusting was driving her insane and now the fingers in her ass were making her delirious with the need to scream and moan.

As he pulls out, Sarata is quick to thrust herself back on his big meat to satisfy herself and her need for his cum. The magic burning can only be satisfied by male cum....

In reply to her question he speaks:
"What do you care? I'm a 'rascal' as you called me,"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Sarata screams out from the pleasure and confusion racking her brain.

Suddenly, she feels tugging on her hair, and turns her head to see the dark elf's hand wrapped in her beautiful red hair. She thinks of a warrior holding the fine mane of his horse.

Suddenly she buckingbackwards onto his throdding dick.

"Do you want me to roll over?" she asks eager to please and be satisfied. She is not used to this type of strong man and has changed her haughty tack.....

Spun

Feeling her buck back on his cock, he relizes he can't keep her slow anymore, so he instead starts to move with her. As she thrusts back, he pulls out, as she moves forward her thrusts. Other than some minor inconsistancies, he pretty much keeps the pace he wants.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she screams but now that he had ahold of her hair, he didn't really care who found them. He was going to fuck her, fuck her well, and he didn't care who showed up. Well, at least another dark elf would let him finish at least, and nobody but a dark elf could match his swordsmanship.

Seeing her turn back, his hand in her hair goes to her head and turns it back so that she is looking forward, away from him, then he jerks her back onto his cock with her hair. His finger thrusts deeply into her ass and wiggles about violently.

"Don't look at me...only women I care about can look at me while we fuck...you still wont tell me your name wench," he snarled over her back as he pulled back out of her, using her hair to bring her back, and his finger in her ass to drive her forward now.

"Do you want me to roll over?"

"No....you seemed so ready, I figured you would have cum by now...holding off are we?"

Sarata head was forced forward and away from being able to look at him. She felt vulnerable and not in control. A feeling which she did not like.

He spoke roughly and uncaringly, feelings she was not used to in her lovers:
"Don't look at me...only women I care about can look at me while we fuck...you still wont tell me your name wench"

Now he was using her hair as a briddle and she felt forced in directions she hadn't planned. All of this was driving her crazy. It was harder and harder to hold herself back.

Anwering her question, the dark elf spoke:

"No....you seemed so ready, I figured you would have cum by now...holding off are we?"


"Oh no...." Sarata mumbled as the hot bubbling sensation took hold of her and she tried to jam herself deep on his cock so that the entire shaft was rammed into her fully..... at that moment she screamed a deafening sound as her body reached its ulimate ectasy and she wriggled on his manhood releasing her own love fluids....


"ohhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He could tell from her reactions she wasn't used to this sort of treatment, but again, she hadn't even the tact to give him her name, so he felt no remorse. Eventually, if she turned out useful and he worked with her some, well then she would get the oportunity for a real fuck, not this animilistic rutting.

"Oh no...." He let her slam back onto his cock, letting her have that for her orgasm, her juices squirting out onto his thighs from her sex.

"ohhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

After her scream, he pushed her out from his cock with his hand on/in her ass, and pulled her back with her hair, his pace quickening to as fast as he could go, his hips grinding into her ass with every thrust.

"What....is.....your....name?" he snarled across her back, as another finger worked its way into her ass.

this sounds like a great thread, ill wait for some more females to join before i jump in

Sarata was angry by the dark elf's lack of respect and his efforts to dominate her. As a great sorceress it rubbed her wrong and she considered if she should be seeking revenge. But for now she just wanted his release to satisfy the magical sexual cravings that possessed her.

In his hand in her long red hair, felt tight and controlling. She just wanted the release then she could deal with him......

The dark elf spoke:
"What....is.....your....name?"

She could feel his fingers probbing her rear end... but she just wanted to feel his juices, his cum inside her .......

"Shut up and fuck me.... We can talk later" whined Sarata.

Spun

"What....is.....your....name?"
"Shut up and fuck me.... We can talk later" whined Sarata.

He grinned over her back, and would laugh hysterically if he wasn't so intent on fucking her into next week. "Good, she's got backbone...I might like her," he thinks to himself.

Suddenly he drops her hair and pulls his finger from her ass with an audible pop. Hands dropping to her hips, he pulls her back to him hard, his speed incredible. His every muscle moved souly to push his cock farther into her cunt. Pushing, pulling, his cock driving ever deeper into her. The head of his cock growing slightly and pulsing with his need.

"Fine...we....talk...when....were...done!"

He pumps faster, his balls pulling in tight to his body as he nears his final moment, his hands digging into her hips from the force of pulling her back on his cock, as his balls slap her clit with each forceful slam forward.

Sarata felt the final majestic athletic oush deep within her and expected a fountain of the dark elf's cum within her. She kmew the magical urge and deep needs would be resolved and quenched but only for another day......

"Oh yes!" she screamed out awaiting in the milliseconds for the rush of his body and the satisfaction of her own.

Looking up she could see her clothes scattered on the ground near the bush. Momentarily, she felt ashamed that she hadn't greater control....

Looking farther away from her clothes, she sensed another male presence and wondered if they were in danger.

A watcher... or danger she thought to herself.

Spun

"Oh yes!" she screamed as her forced himself into her for the last time, his body resting heavily on hers as his cock spurted his life giving seed deep into her body. 5...10...15...20 seconds of pure orgasmatic release as his cum spurts with his rapid heartbeat into the dark elf.

Then he stood up, gently disentangling his cock from her as he knew she was getting unhappy with his treatment of her. Looking around with a huge smile on his face he hears a noise. His hand snakes over to the blade and sheath drawing them from the rocks where he had forced it into the ground. The sword was still sheathed, but for a moment, it looks almost like he is ready to do battle with his cum covered cock, which is still rigid and pointing slightly up from his body.

He pants softly, slightly out of breath from the rabid, animalistic sex.

Sarata was helpless as she simply accepted his stream of cum into her pussy. She hoped the cursed continued to keep her from getting pregnant. The seed this dark elf carried was strong and plentiful. The last thing she needed was an unborn child in her womb.

The after effect was somewhat awkward. Sarata needs were met for the moment and now she felt the big dark elf cock disengaging her and he pulled out sending sexual pulses throughout her body.

"OOOOOOOOoooo!" she couldn't help but blurt out as her pussy now was less stretched and stimulated. There was cum dripping too and he pulled out she could better appreciate the huge quantity of cum her had drenched her pussy with.

He was smiling, and she figured he too was satisfied..... To her surprise he was again interested in his weapons and looked ridiculous naked and ready to fight.

"Get dressed at least before you start threatening the bush with your weapons and prowess" she teased him.

"For a common rogue, you're not too bad with that tool of yours either" Sarata teased him as she moved to stand up. Slowly she walked to her garments. Now, as she took each step, she could better appreciate the dripping cum and the ozzing sensation.

"You should have to clean up after making such a mess" Sarata teased him.

"More like elephant cum... than a dark elf" she added as she used her hand to try to wipe of some of the dripping cum.

Seeing the water under the bride, she carried her clothes to the water's edge and got ready for an impromptu bath.....

"Spun"

"OOOOOOOOoooo!"
He look back at her, a little skward for the moment. "I guess I should...I should have pulled out, huh?" He has a look of chagrin for the moment, then went back to listening for any possible noise her cries of ecstasy might have drawn to them.

"Get dressed at least before you start threatening the bush with your weapons and prowess" she teased.

"Sorry...I thought I heard something, and my blade is more important than my trousers when a fight breaks out.

"For a common rogue, you're not too bad with that tool of
yours either"

He looked back at her, his head tilted to hear any possible noise, but his grin just for her. "And your pretty good too Wench...wana tell me your name now? And I can tell you mine?" He nearly laughed aloud as she walked, cum oozing down her thighs. He looks down for a moment, and notices a large amount of cum on his cock, dripping from the head as his erection slowly subsides.

"You should have to clean up after making such a mess" she teased again. "No time for a cream pie right now...if we get together in a more secure location, then sure...but I think something is in the woods around us.

"More like elephant cum... than a dark elf." He watched her try to clean herself with her hand, he nearly laughed aloud again but restrained it from the need to hear the forest. "And you thought I was just a simple rascal," he teased her back for once.

He snatched up his gear, following along behind her towards the water. He half thought to protect her, since she had not yet showed any offensive abilites, but he also really liked the view of her ample ass. God he loved big asses.

"Ya know...I like that wagon that your drag'n," he did laugh that time. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." He grinned as he followed her, his arm around his gear, but the sheath held in his left hand ready to draw his blade with his right hand.

Sarata missed half his humour. Her rear end was small and delightful. She slowly slid into the water under the bridge.

At least the water doesn't stink she thought to herself as she waded out a dozen yards and swam around naked in the dark.

"Oh this feels so good" she called out to the dark elf.......

"I'm Sarata..." she laughed as she called out to him assuming him to be nearby.


"The whore you were talking about earlier...." she went on laughingly as she swam.

After several minutes of silence, she became more nervous and headed back to shore.

She took three paces towards her brassiere, panties, and cape......

"Spun"

"Oh this feels so good" she called out as she stepped into the water in the darkness under the bridge. He followed closely behind, taking a couple handfuls of water to wash their combined juices from his cock. He watched her swim about in the water, then head heard her.

"I'm Sarata..." she called out, "the whore you were talking about earlier...." she laughed.

"Shit...I'm sorry Sarata...I thought....well, They call me Spun. Rogue extrodinare, at your service...if you'll have me after talking so bad about you," you could hear the embarassment in his voice.

As he spoke, he heard a noise off in the woods. Distant...low...and somehow dangerous. Quickly hopping into his pants and books, Spun draws his blade with little more than a whisper of noise. He crouches low, the remainder of his gear laying in a pile as he streaks into the woods, deftly dodging sticks and branches and anything else to get in his way or create a noise to give him away.

She took three paces towards her brassiere, panties, and cape......

They watched from the woods, slavar dripping down their faces from their mouths -- filled with rotted, broken, albeit still needle sharp teeth.

It was a small gang of goblins...well small for goblin standards. There was a score(20) of them, and they had witnessed the whole affair between the dark elf and the sorceress. Goblins are normally very scared individuals, but they were drunk on success. They had surprised the group that was supposed to meet Sarata at the bridge, and slayed them all. Now they had the loot that that group was carrying and an engorged libedo from watching the animalistic fucking that just took place.

Moving quickly now as the male had run off, they swarm out of the underbrush, brandishing a myriad of items as weapons. Clubs that could be table legs, knives made from crudly sharpened shards of steel, a couple broken bottles, etc. They scurried over her clothes, one pulling her panties over his head, tearing eye-holes open to see while wearing them as a hood. Stopping for barely moments at the clothes, they rush towards her in the water, vicious intent clear in their eyes. And hardening cocks visible in their pants...