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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru
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As the rounded tip of Nerth's member was already slick from Llæwyn's sex juices and a trace of his own, it didn't take too much effort, outside of the initial nudge, to slide it deeper into the green-haired beauty's rear orifice. Sinking her bodyweight down onto him made the rest of the trip easier, and as he hilted her, she could feel him hitting her sweet spot within. That in itself could likely make her cum again with a good session of riding, but her pleasure wasn't to end with just a cock in her ass. The horny elf leaned back and parted her legs a little wider for the entry of her second partner, who appeared all too eager to accept the invitation to her pussy.
"Hah, I knew you'd want it," boasted Kilean. "Didn't think that pollen shit would get ME so worked up too, but man... you're just a bitch in heat now, aren't ya?" He was as obnoxious as ever, and yet his aggression showed promise in that the berserker proved fully capable of giving Llæwyn the fast, deep, thorough pounding her body so craved--especially if the way he fucked her mouth was any indicator. Whether she chose to respond to his words or ignore them wouldn't change his next course of action. The rash red-haired elf took up his superior's offer, parting her pink petals with his sizable member. Afterwards, he placed his hands upon her waist, clutching it tightly, while Nerth moved his hands upwards to support her back.
The elf claiming her cunny sunk himself in deeper with a satisfied sigh, feeling her inner warmth wrap around him the further he went. "Ahhhh... fuck! I'm gonna give it to you good," declared Kilean. Given that he appeared somewhat more lucid than Nerth and even Llæwyn herself, there was a possibility that he was simply taking advantage of the situation... then again, how good he was making her feel made it hard for the one getting stuffed to complain. He didn't wait very long before establishing a rhythm of his own, spurred on by what his instincts were urging him to do--to mate with her. It wasn't the slow, methodical lovemaking that Llæwyn experienced with Fynn the other night. This session was carnal, biological desire, and the swordswoman's two partners embodied that quite well.
The duo pumped in and out of her lower holes at independent paces, with Nerth preferring a more steady and reserved pace while Kilean took on a far more hurried one, showing his desire to breed her as soon as possible. "Hnn! Hnn! Yeahh... hahh, you fuckin' like that, don't you?! Take it!" cried Kilean as he went on. If there was ever a submissive urge in the swordswoman's body, he certainly seemed intent on finding it and bringing it out. If there wasn't, he may very well just end up annoying her.
Even if he didn't succeed in such an endeavor, it would be far too difficult for her to stay quiet, at the very least. The double fucking proved far more intense than even some of the hardest and fastest ruttings that Llæwyn could remember. For each time the one beneath her struck her perineal sponge, prompting ripples of pleasure to travel throughout her entire frame, the male in front of her would slide against the sensitive spots in her pussy at least twice, sending even more waves of bliss to join the first heavenly sensations. It was enough to make her feel light-headed from being sandwiched between her subordinates in such a fashion, and it easily coaxed another small spasm or two out of her. Shared by the pair, she was essentially reduced to a vessel that they would undoubtedly fill within the next few minutes.
And so they did. It wasn't long before the pace shared by the three reached a fever pitch, and just by the buildup and the tensing of her partners' bodies against hers, Llæwyn could tell that they were about to finish soon. Faster, harder... it was just what her own body needed to reach yet another peak of its own. When she felt herself teetering on the edge, Kilean would push her right over with his own orgasm. As if to make things worse for Maerwyn, who was in the distance moving further away, the berserker was not quiet about it in the least.
"G-Gonna cum! Huu--... UWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH! UUUUUUHHHH! Yeah! Uuuhnnn! Ooohhhhhh, yeahhh... Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" His mouth agape in a stupor, Kilean's visage was the picture of pleasure. Despite him having just cum inside her mouth only minutes earlier, it wouldn't keep him from doing his best to fill her cunny with as much of his thick cum as possible. His grip upon her hips was firm, and he continued to thrust throughout the entirety of his climax, his thick girth pulsing all the while as it emptied everything it could into Llæwyn's pink tunnel, hot spunk splattering against her inner walls and upon the entrance of her womb. His muscular build shuddered as it strained to make the creampie a most productive one.
Nerth followed suit, and although he had much less to contribute, he was just as animated in giving what he did have left. The excess of both warriors' love juices came trickling down from Llæwyn's lower passages, and the volume of such a flow would double when the two panting males finally pulled out, one after the other. A brief lull would pass, where all three were finally afforded an opportunity to catch their breaths after the energetic, frenzied orgy. Unfortunately, the effects of the pollen, or whatever it was, hadn't completely subsided after that. Kilean was still hard, as was Nerth...
"H-Here!" A familiar voice came from behind, and Aellyse could be seen approaching with a canteen in her hands. Nerth was still laying on his back, gasping for air, and so she first splashed a good helping of the thin, greenish liquid into his open mouth, finding his face easier to focus on than the rest of his naked form.
She then tried to offer it to Kilean, who raised a brow at her. "The fuck is this?"
A visible blush could be seen upon the healer's face as she struggled to make a response, but after an initial bout of hesitation, she finally managed to. "Well um... you're thirsty, aren't you? It'll help."
Snatching it from her hand, he took several gulps of it, showing the thirst that he had built up from the fight and the orgy. Making a face, Kilean then handed it right back to the girl afterwards. "Kuh! Have anything besides this shitty tea?! Fuckin'... h-huh... err..." His raging erection gradually began to die down several seconds later, as did his apparent libido.
Nerth went soft as well, his lust-addled state apparently relieved by the mixture that Aellyse had put together.
Afterwards, Aellyse offered it to Llæwyn, whose mind at this point was clear enough to accept it as the wise choice, even if her body was still aroused. At least with a good gulp or two, the nagging feeling of arousal would surely subside.
The swordswoman was then given a bit of time to part herself from her two male subordinates, and perhaps get her underwear back on after a brief cleanup. Aellyse provided her with a damp cloth, and pulled her aside after the fact, trying her best to shield her own eyes from the sight of Kilean and Nerth's exposed bodies.
"I'm sorry it took me so long," she explained. "You told me not to leave so much behind, so I just kind of threw everything back in a hurry... but I was able to put together a makeshift antidote from the tanglevine remains. And this," added the healer, unfurling a small piece of paper with crushed leaves in it. "Is for um... taking care of pregnancy. I at least brought that much, somehow." She forced a smile. It was undoubtedly an incredibly awkward moment, but a necessary precaution to take, considering both Nerth and Kilean had made strong bids to impregnate her--even if it was far from a premeditated thing.
Luckily, Passiel had managed to stop Maerwyn, but they were a good hundred yards away by the time he did.
Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 72/80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Pregnant
Nerth: HP = 63, PP = 33, EP = 32, Status = Fine
Kilean: HP = 75, PP = 31, EP = 32, Status = Fine
Passiel: HP = 42, PP = 32, EP = 34, Status = Fine
Maerwyn: HP = 56, PP = 28, EP = 28, Status = Fine
Aellyse: HP = 30, PP = 40, EP = 30, Status = Fine
Nerth: HP = 63, PP = 33, EP = 32, Status = Fine
Kilean: HP = 75, PP = 31, EP = 32, Status = Fine
Passiel: HP = 42, PP = 32, EP = 34, Status = Fine
Maerwyn: HP = 56, PP = 28, EP = 28, Status = Fine
Aellyse: HP = 30, PP = 40, EP = 30, Status = Fine
As the rounded tip of Nerth's member was already slick from Llæwyn's sex juices and a trace of his own, it didn't take too much effort, outside of the initial nudge, to slide it deeper into the green-haired beauty's rear orifice. Sinking her bodyweight down onto him made the rest of the trip easier, and as he hilted her, she could feel him hitting her sweet spot within. That in itself could likely make her cum again with a good session of riding, but her pleasure wasn't to end with just a cock in her ass. The horny elf leaned back and parted her legs a little wider for the entry of her second partner, who appeared all too eager to accept the invitation to her pussy.
"Hah, I knew you'd want it," boasted Kilean. "Didn't think that pollen shit would get ME so worked up too, but man... you're just a bitch in heat now, aren't ya?" He was as obnoxious as ever, and yet his aggression showed promise in that the berserker proved fully capable of giving Llæwyn the fast, deep, thorough pounding her body so craved--especially if the way he fucked her mouth was any indicator. Whether she chose to respond to his words or ignore them wouldn't change his next course of action. The rash red-haired elf took up his superior's offer, parting her pink petals with his sizable member. Afterwards, he placed his hands upon her waist, clutching it tightly, while Nerth moved his hands upwards to support her back.
The elf claiming her cunny sunk himself in deeper with a satisfied sigh, feeling her inner warmth wrap around him the further he went. "Ahhhh... fuck! I'm gonna give it to you good," declared Kilean. Given that he appeared somewhat more lucid than Nerth and even Llæwyn herself, there was a possibility that he was simply taking advantage of the situation... then again, how good he was making her feel made it hard for the one getting stuffed to complain. He didn't wait very long before establishing a rhythm of his own, spurred on by what his instincts were urging him to do--to mate with her. It wasn't the slow, methodical lovemaking that Llæwyn experienced with Fynn the other night. This session was carnal, biological desire, and the swordswoman's two partners embodied that quite well.
The duo pumped in and out of her lower holes at independent paces, with Nerth preferring a more steady and reserved pace while Kilean took on a far more hurried one, showing his desire to breed her as soon as possible. "Hnn! Hnn! Yeahh... hahh, you fuckin' like that, don't you?! Take it!" cried Kilean as he went on. If there was ever a submissive urge in the swordswoman's body, he certainly seemed intent on finding it and bringing it out. If there wasn't, he may very well just end up annoying her.
Even if he didn't succeed in such an endeavor, it would be far too difficult for her to stay quiet, at the very least. The double fucking proved far more intense than even some of the hardest and fastest ruttings that Llæwyn could remember. For each time the one beneath her struck her perineal sponge, prompting ripples of pleasure to travel throughout her entire frame, the male in front of her would slide against the sensitive spots in her pussy at least twice, sending even more waves of bliss to join the first heavenly sensations. It was enough to make her feel light-headed from being sandwiched between her subordinates in such a fashion, and it easily coaxed another small spasm or two out of her. Shared by the pair, she was essentially reduced to a vessel that they would undoubtedly fill within the next few minutes.
And so they did. It wasn't long before the pace shared by the three reached a fever pitch, and just by the buildup and the tensing of her partners' bodies against hers, Llæwyn could tell that they were about to finish soon. Faster, harder... it was just what her own body needed to reach yet another peak of its own. When she felt herself teetering on the edge, Kilean would push her right over with his own orgasm. As if to make things worse for Maerwyn, who was in the distance moving further away, the berserker was not quiet about it in the least.
"G-Gonna cum! Huu--... UWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH! UUUUUUHHHH! Yeah! Uuuhnnn! Ooohhhhhh, yeahhh... Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" His mouth agape in a stupor, Kilean's visage was the picture of pleasure. Despite him having just cum inside her mouth only minutes earlier, it wouldn't keep him from doing his best to fill her cunny with as much of his thick cum as possible. His grip upon her hips was firm, and he continued to thrust throughout the entirety of his climax, his thick girth pulsing all the while as it emptied everything it could into Llæwyn's pink tunnel, hot spunk splattering against her inner walls and upon the entrance of her womb. His muscular build shuddered as it strained to make the creampie a most productive one.
Nerth followed suit, and although he had much less to contribute, he was just as animated in giving what he did have left. The excess of both warriors' love juices came trickling down from Llæwyn's lower passages, and the volume of such a flow would double when the two panting males finally pulled out, one after the other. A brief lull would pass, where all three were finally afforded an opportunity to catch their breaths after the energetic, frenzied orgy. Unfortunately, the effects of the pollen, or whatever it was, hadn't completely subsided after that. Kilean was still hard, as was Nerth...
"H-Here!" A familiar voice came from behind, and Aellyse could be seen approaching with a canteen in her hands. Nerth was still laying on his back, gasping for air, and so she first splashed a good helping of the thin, greenish liquid into his open mouth, finding his face easier to focus on than the rest of his naked form.
She then tried to offer it to Kilean, who raised a brow at her. "The fuck is this?"
A visible blush could be seen upon the healer's face as she struggled to make a response, but after an initial bout of hesitation, she finally managed to. "Well um... you're thirsty, aren't you? It'll help."
Snatching it from her hand, he took several gulps of it, showing the thirst that he had built up from the fight and the orgy. Making a face, Kilean then handed it right back to the girl afterwards. "Kuh! Have anything besides this shitty tea?! Fuckin'... h-huh... err..." His raging erection gradually began to die down several seconds later, as did his apparent libido.
Nerth went soft as well, his lust-addled state apparently relieved by the mixture that Aellyse had put together.
Afterwards, Aellyse offered it to Llæwyn, whose mind at this point was clear enough to accept it as the wise choice, even if her body was still aroused. At least with a good gulp or two, the nagging feeling of arousal would surely subside.
The swordswoman was then given a bit of time to part herself from her two male subordinates, and perhaps get her underwear back on after a brief cleanup. Aellyse provided her with a damp cloth, and pulled her aside after the fact, trying her best to shield her own eyes from the sight of Kilean and Nerth's exposed bodies.
"I'm sorry it took me so long," she explained. "You told me not to leave so much behind, so I just kind of threw everything back in a hurry... but I was able to put together a makeshift antidote from the tanglevine remains. And this," added the healer, unfurling a small piece of paper with crushed leaves in it. "Is for um... taking care of pregnancy. I at least brought that much, somehow." She forced a smile. It was undoubtedly an incredibly awkward moment, but a necessary precaution to take, considering both Nerth and Kilean had made strong bids to impregnate her--even if it was far from a premeditated thing.
Luckily, Passiel had managed to stop Maerwyn, but they were a good hundred yards away by the time he did.