Medieval Fun Time Land (Anyone can join)

The dark elf was thrown off balance, turning slightly. His yelp of surprise was cut off when his face met glorious breastflesh. Squirming, he managed to look up at her face. "Yeah. It'll be great!" he said, a dopey smile plastered on his face.

"Another falls to the mighty iron boobs!" Red hugged him even tighter, not at all caring (or noticing) her top slipping down from the force. She did notice something poking her in the thigh though and letting him go to grab it confirmed that it wasn't the alcohol talking this time. "Oh? Feels like someone wants to party early!" That got him another boob glomping.

Míchon stiffened in more ways than one when Red groped him. He had barely sucked in a breath before she mashed him against her bust again. The man's gold eyes saw the orc woman's top slipping down, and he decided to help the matter. To hell with the fact that Mr. Noble was nearby (and most likely watching). Mighty iron boobs indeed. He couldn't wait to feel just how heavy those gigantic mound were. Down came her top, exposing the giant tits to the world.

With a sudden, guilty thought, Míchon remembered the mage kid, Lugae or something. He probably didn't need to see that just yet.

Whatever. The deed was done. The dark elf's hands caressed Red's breasts.

Red did eventually notice her wardrobe slippage with Michon went and finished the process, then got to work worshipping the symbols of might. Clearly, he was one of the enlightened who didn't let silly things like a need for privacy stop them! Quite pleased with the impromptu fun, she pulled down the dark elf's pants and turned to groping his working tool directly.

Red certainly did remember the others around (for once) but she wasn't about to let that get in her way. The more the merrier and all of that.

The creatures that covered the young ginger nobleman were actually welcome to do so. Dmitrei grinned as the horny mammals congregated on his slender body. His gleeful reaction was due to yet another kink in wood elf culture, wearing live animals as a status symbol. Wearing fine furs meant that you were wealthy, wearing the animals themselves meant that you were ballin'.

Dmitrei, being the conservatively repressed hot tie that he was felt mortified at what he was witnessing (or at least that is what he told himself), with all of the unrestrained sexual hunger that these people were showing. Hell, the orc woman was now topless and giving Michon a rubdown here in the open! "Ugh. What a bunch of freaks.Come on baby squirrel let us go purify our minds." He patted the squirrel atop his head, and stepped away from the orc woman, mage-child and drow.

Míchon looked around, shuddering at Red's touch. He sprang to full hardness after a few moments. The dark elf placed his lips on her breast, suckling at the nipple, while his hands found her the top of her skirt, pulling it down. He then removed himself from her breast, took her by the hand, and led her into some bushes near the side of the road. Here, he took her in an intimate embrace, kisses being planted all over her face and breasts. He slowly, gently, lowered her to the ground, then positioned himself over her. "You ready?" he asked.

Vivi slowly began to peel off her clothing. Partially out of shyness, but mostly because she also liked being a horrendous tease.

The rest of her body didn't disappoint. Her muscles had enough definition to rival an unabridged dictionary. She slowly dropped her panties, revealing that silver was indeed her natural hair color. She slid off her robe and pushed up her breasts, thumbing her bubblegum-colored nipples.

"Ta daaaa," she had rather nervously.

Seeing Vivi naked made Lena feel totally inadequate. "They...shoulda sent a poet," she mumbled, trying to take in the chiseled physique in front of her. She'd heard that some people didn't like muscular girls, but they could go choke on a big bag of dicks. For clarification, that meant that they would need to open the bag and choke on each individual cock separately before choking on the bag itself afterward, not that they should attempt to swallow the enormous sack in one gulp like a lozenge and subsequently choke on it. Specificity is everything. "C-can I...?" she asked, reaching out to touch the girl's hard body.

Vivi's flesh, so solid and warm, felt electric beneath Lena's fingers. She traced the contours of Vivi's pectoral muscles, her fingers lightly brushing down to the softness of pale breasts. Finally her palms cupped the sweet mounds and she let out the breath she'd long held with a wobbling sigh. Trembling lips traced the assassin's collar bones and came to close on the bubblegum tips. Lena purred as she gently sucked, not wanting to go too fast lest the other girl's inexperience cause her to panic.

Wood elf culture dictates that one must be 'live in the light of absolute purity' in order to be one with nature. The images of those dirty, immoral and lustfully ravenous people in his company were almost burned into his retinas, the vision of iron boobs and their lusty gravitation were especially aggressive. Dmitrei's mind had been tainted, and the taint of sexual deviancy was believed to be contagious, and Dmitrei dared not to bring a moral virus home.

Before he could even entertain the idea of returning home, he had to purify his mind. Purifying thr mind happened one of two ways. Either you take in the 'life force' of an elder wood elf, (and no elders were around,) or you perform a water of the righteous way ritual. It was just Dmitrei's luck that there happened to be a pond nearby.

Dmitrei took leaves from the trees near the pond and laid them end to end the for half of the length of the side of the pond that he was on, then hopped into the water. The animals that were covering him freaked the fuck out of course.

The confused animals clawed and bit their was upwards to not drown, as the water did come up to the tall elf's chin. The feeling of the pricks and scratches and bites on his body made him throw his head back in orgasmic agony as the dirty water further irritated the wounds. In Dmitrei's world, purity is pain, and pain is pleasure.

The pond water around him tinged red as he bled out all of his 'depravity'. He shouted thanks to TODD for forgiving him and promised to be righteous. The animals, having clamed down a bit, paddled their feet to stay afloat and looked around at each other. They wondered what the hell was wrong with this dude.

[[The animals have had enough, and start venting their frustration by humping every hole on Dmitrei's head. A particularly well endowed badger gives him a "gonzo"]]

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Míchon looked around, shuddering at Red's touch. He sprang to full hardness after a few moments. The dark elf placed his lips on her breast, suckling at the nipple, while his hands found her the top of her skirt, pulling it down. He then removed himself from her breast, took her by the hand, and led her into some bushes near the side of the road. Here, he took her in an intimate embrace, kisses being planted all over her face and breasts. He slowly, gently, lowered her to the ground, then positioned himself over her. "You ready?" he asked.

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Red was already rearing to go, making quick work of the rest of the elf's clothing along their trek to the bushes (not exactly far from the others or offering any real privacy, but then who really cared at the end?) She was willing to let him lead for a bit (that and bask in the ripped awesomeness of her body but after all the slowness, she saw it as a bit necessary to take a bit more active role.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in one thrust as her answer, her walls squeezing him tight. "I've been ready for minutes elfie! Let's get busy!"

Míchon was surprised at Red's readiness, but took it in stride. Or thrust, maybe. Because that was what he was doing, thrusting madly, hitting every sensitive spot in her. The dark elf wasn't particularly surprised to find out that she wasn't a virgin, but he couldn't care less. He was quite happy with what he was doing.

Now he was getting to the thrust of things! Red pushed right back into him as he plunged into her, moaning shamelessly as she sunk her hands into his firm flesh, kneading his rear as she tried to nudge him towards her pride and joys.

"H-hey, don't forget the main boobs there!"

He was already all over them before she could finish her sentence. Not a square inch of the orc priestess's titflesh went untouched, whether it was kneading, rubbing, or tender kisses. The dark elf gasped for breath. This certainly wasn't his first time but it was his first with an orc. "How... gggah... is it... that you have... hah... so much... nnnng... stamina?!" he groaned.

Vivi would have agreed with the notion that people who hate buff chicks could go choke on a bag of dicks, except for the fact that her best friend growing up loved to choke on dicks, so she was unfamiliar with that as a negative concept.

Vivi skittishly reached up and brushed her fingers up Lena's arms and around her shoulders. Sliding them onto her back and hugging her close into her chest. She leaned her head in and and gently started nibbling on her ear.

Red was a bit surprised by the question; most people didn't start asking that until well after the fact when it ended up being more like a bunch of mumbling than anything else. She was paying far more attention to the sensations as her breasts finally got some needed loving though so didn't think on it much.

"Heh, haven't you heard....!! Orcs can go...all.....night.....long!!" She cried out. Speaking of going, Red rolled over, putting her on top and changing the angle. "Just like this!" She started riding Michon like a piston, making sure to squeeze him tight every time she buried him in her up to the base. "There's a reason there's so many half orcs about!"

Amidst much gasping for air, Míchon laughed. "Makes... hah... sense!" He could feel the telltale signs of an oncoming orgasm, letting it go when it came (haha, double meaning there! ).

The dark elf struggled to get out from under her. "I'm done! No... nnng... no more!"

Red kept up her ride, letting the pleasure roll through you amidst Michon's panting. All too soon, she felt thick heat flooding through her loins as her current party member ran out of steam Just when she was getting really fired up here, the elf was calling for a break?

"Already? What, did you choose your con as your dump stat or something?"

Lugae was not particularly happy. He had been ejected from the orc's breast by the drow, who ran off with her. At least the absence of breasts helped him think clearly. He had mentioned a madusa right? Imagine what he could learn from that. He went off to a quiet area not too far from the group (it was hard to lose them with the snunds they were making) to practise.

His mouth was saying one thing, but his body was having nine of it. Míchon groaned as he released more of his seed into Red. "Okay... maybe I'm not... heh... done yet..." The dark elf redoubled his efforts to please the orc currently straddling him. In his mind, he cast a spell granting him a little more strength and stamina, which took effect immediately and would last for half an hour. He flipped them over again, so that he was on top, and kept going at it with her.

While Michon's mouth was trying to quit on them so soon, fortunately his body was far more awesome than him and proceeded to keep moving, giving her what she wanted. "See, that's the spirit!" When he started thrusting with even more strength, hitting those right spots, Red could feel herself building up to a proper finale of her own, her walls clenching down on him even harder as her juices were flowing harder. "Let's celebrate our meeting properly elfie!"

The dark elf cried out one last time as he spurted a third load into her, half expecting himself to not do much, but because of the spell, he released about as much as a dragon would, filling her up. "G-gods..." he panted. "That was... a-amazing!"

"Ah, gods yes!" Red was certainly not shy about screaming out her pleasure when the elf came, and the sheer amount with the presure was enough to push her over the edge, her own cum gushing out and mixing with his cum, spilling out into a mess. "Heh, if everyone's as fun as this I'm really going to like hanging around! You can hit me up anytime elfie!"

She got to her feet, pulling Michon up into a searing, drunken kiss, before putting him back on his feet and finally noticing her clothes and their not so clean state from their fun. "Ah damn...eh, not like they're that important." She bent down to pick up her clothing, probably inadvertently giving Michon one hell of a show - she'd probably need to clean them at some point but she could just go all natural till she found a lake or something.

Lena shuddered and made perhaps the derpiest face in existence when Vivi started nibbling her ears. That was the sweet spot, and it turned Lena's legs to jelly. She sank to her knees, her cheek sliding over the taut muscles of the virgin assassin, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her nose nuzzled into the downy silver fuzz between Vivi's thighs, inhaling the scent of her girlhood like a fine perfume. She kissed the soft swell of the mound, hair tickling her nose, and trailed those tiny lips of hers down over the swollen lips below. "I...I want you," she said, looking up at Vivi with pleading eyes and sliding her hand beneath to cup the warmth of her sex. Her body was a furnace of muscle, rock hard and oh so soft. Reaching out as far as she could with her tongue, she gave a first, slow lick along the fuzzy furrow of Vivi's vulva, the heat of her tongue burrowing between the surprisingly tender lips to the sensitive inner flesh.

[[Random Encounter! Lugae walking through the forest has triggered an attack by a trio of Feral Barbarian Hookers. They roll for initiative but are illiterate and cannot read the dice result, so they just attack instead. The first of them uses her racial special move: Open Thigh Jump. It's super effective! Lugae's vision is obscured by barbarian vagina as she clings to his head with her thighs]]