Privilege For The Chief
The raunchy festivities went on and on… Edrick left the small-sized Underwood Elf with a gaping, overflowing cavern. A single session was enough to leave the twink utterly exhausted to the point of falling asleep in the same position he had been thoroughly pounded in.
As such, Anoteros directed his attention elsewhere, going from elf to elf like he was at a buffet–Which he technically was. His lust did not stop him from eating the plentiful amounts of food available. If anything, this sort of activity made him hungry beyond belief.
The scion already ate like an ogre every single day, so when presented with this situation, he feasted as much as he bedded… He didn’t ignore anyone in his path–Twinks and women were both filled up by his Cleansing Elixir. He spared no one from his lust.
He drank from his Hyotan as the chief’s wife slobbered all over his mighty rod.
He watched over his surroundings. Illuminated only by tall bonfires, nude bodies twisted and rubbed against one another without stop. It was unclear who was playing with whom at any given time. Amidst the mass of dark blue, only Edrick and the Blutgar stood out.
Eventually, when the Red Guardian marked a pause after climaxing all over a couple who had been working together to pleasure him, the scion approached him with an idea–And in the heat of the moment, the protector agreed, despite the plan being something he had never even considered trying before.
Within everyone’s sight, the two muscular males grabbed hold of the Underwood’s chief. It was the same one Anoteros had dominated last. Together, they lifted the twink off the ground. Edrick was behind the elf’s back, his two muscular arms wrapped underneath the chief’s thighs as he pressed the twink against his chest.
Meanwhile, the Blutgar was in the front, slowly stroking himself in anticipation. Their manhoods were fully erect, and so was the chief’s, as he found himself sandwiched in between what he viewed as two avatars of virility.
Though… His face showed a hint of concern as the two masculine men made their move, both placing themselves at the entrance of his secret grotto... However, he was unable to say anything before they had already begun.
Balls To The Wall, Perfect Teamwork, and Display Of Dominance were all active as Edrick and the Red Guardian both entered the chief’s lovely entrance, stretching his twinkish interior greatly with their lengths and girths. The chief–Who normally enjoyed the title of manliest Underwood Elf–Howled in pleasure under the dominant care of real men.
The other elves stopped what they were doing to watch the alluring spectacle, beginning to pleasure themselves at the sight as Anoteros and the Blutgar began moving, making the chief moan louder and louder.
When one of them would thrust, the other would move out. Like a well-oiled clockwork, they went back and forth pounding the chief as neither of their sceptres ever actually left the warm insides. Even as they picked up speed, the pattern repeated itself under the gaze of their audience.
The elves were utterly mesmerised by what they were bearing witness to. They wished they could be the one sandwich in between them… Especially as they saw how their chief was uncontrollably reaching climax after climax as his prostate was under an assault on two fronts.
They were almost hypnotised by the motions of the two heavy pouches, moving back and forth with every thrust. The canisters were large, filled with delicious nectar…
Elves came all over the place as they stimulated themselves watching. An unclear amount of time passed before the back and forth motions of the noble and protector were broken, and they both thrust deeply at the same time. The heavy sacks collided as they unloaded great streams of whiteness within the chief.
They grunted, holding still for a few moments before putting the chief down. The twink had been left a twitching, smiling mess overflowing with superior seed. His stomach was covered in his own juice.
The orgy switched up as the elves surrounded them both. Before long, they were seated casually, eating from the buffet as everyone in the village lined up to bounce on their clubs.
The festivities went for several hours into the night, until no elf had the strength to move around much anymore, leaving Edrick and the Red Guardian with only a handful of cleaners willing to polish their manhoods.
Both of them were leaning back casually against the table behind them, each with an elf gorging down on their lengths.
“This… This is quite exhausting… I hadn’t realised the extent of their ravenousness. It felt like they were trying to squeeze everything out of me”
“It’s like a good workout. You may be tired afterwards, but it is incredibly satisfying… Don’t forget that we need to do this for every Underwood. The others might get jealous if we don’t play with them”
“I would appreciate a bit of a break in between…”
“Sure”
Anoteros eventually stood up and got dressed back up while the Blutgar stayed where he was, resting as he was being salivated upon.
Edrick found Oswulf and Vulpalis lying down where he had left them, but Ansbach seemed to have moved.
“Mmh…”
The scion could sense where his companion was, so he went to the Terror-Hound’s position, only to see a most pleasing spectacle.
‘Heh… I knew it wouldn’t take too long’
Behind a house, Ansbach was mounting a female Underwood Elf, pounding away at her raised backside.
The elf was covering her mouth, muffling her shameful moans in hopes that no one would find out that she had been seduced by the human noble’s bestial companion... But she could hardly contain herself as Ansbach ‘tied the knot’, going fully inside of her, bulging up as he released his wild seed inside of her.
He stayed stuck inside for ten minutes before the swelling went down, and he left his mate to recover on the ground, casually walking back to his master.
“Nice job. I bet it felt quite different from usual, heh?”
Anoteros laughed as he headed for a certain house he had been told had been prepared for him. As much stamina as he might have, going at it for hours with so many people was still tiring. Besides, he still needed a good night of sleep every day to operate at his best.
Oswulf and Ansbach positioned themselves in front of the door outside, guarding it, while Vulpalis took advantage of her smaller size to follow her master inside the house and sleep in the same bed as him.
Foxes really are quite cunning…