The sun filters through ancient trees in our forest glade. The small basin bubbles nearby, cool water tempting. But my blood boils. Níniel and Hermine sit cross-legged on moss, murmuring spells, charging wands and vials. Magic hums in the air. My pussy throbs. Krill and Gardain stand naked, cocks twitching to life. I grin at Níniel. ‘Your idea, little fox. I’ll suck his olive sack. But no biting.’ She blushes. I drop to all fours on soft moss. Heart hammers. Skin flushes hot. Krill kneels before me, his thick six-inch cock rigid, balls freshly shaved smooth by divine whim. No hairy sack anymore. Just bald, wrinkled skin, begging my lips. Gardain kneels behind, his dwarf cock nudging my ass. Pulse races. Breath quickens. Desire claws inside. I need it now. Urgency grips me. Pussy drips. Ass clenches.
Krill’s smooth balls dangle inches from my face. I lean in. Hot breath teases them. They tighten. My tongue flicks out. Salty skin. Smooth as silk. Heart pounds wild. I suck one orb gently. Soft pop into my mouth. Roll it. Tongue swirls. Krill groans low. His cock slaps my cheek, pre-cum smears. Gardain grips my hips. His fat cockhead presses my asshole. Slick with sweat. He thrusts slow. Inch by inch. Burning stretch. I gasp around the ball. Pain melts to fire. Deeper. Full. Rhythm starts. Slow glides. My body rocks forward. Balls deeper in mouth. Suck harder. Other orb now. Tug gently. Krill’s hands tangle my hair. Pulls me up. Cock slides over tongue. Deep. Gags me. Throat bulges. Spit drools.
The Fever
Sweat beads on my back. Drips down ass crack. Gardain’s hips slap mine. Faster. Grunts echo. Balls swing, smack chin. I pop cock out. Dive to sack. Suck both smooth orbs. Stretch lips wide. Tongue laps seam. Krill bucks. ‘Fuck…’ Voice rough. Heart thunders in ears. Pussy aches empty. Clit throbs. Fingers itch to rub, but no. Just this. Raw need. Gardain pounds steady. Ass grips his shaft. Milks him. Heat builds. Coils tight. Krill yanks hair. Cock rams throat. Balls slap lips. Gulp air. Choke. Spit flies. Eyes water. Pure bliss. Body shakes. Urgency peaks. Lose control.
The Blaze
Gardain growls. Slams deep. Cum erupts. Hot jets flood ass. Pulse with his throbs. Krill tenses. Cock swells. I swallow whole. Nose buries in his trimmed pubes. Balls contract against chin. Thick ropes blast throat. Guzzle. No spill. Choke down every drop. Waves crash. My orgasm rips. Pussy spasms. Juices soak thighs. Scream muffled. Body convulses. Collapse forward. They pull out. Cum leaks. Ass gapes. Throat raw.
Skin still burns. Breath ragged. Lie on moss. Krill’s hand strokes hair. Gardain pats hip. Gentle now. Níniel glances, smiles shy. Magic done. We rise. Dip in basin. Cool water soothes. But fire lingers inside. Unique high. Danger edged. Total release. Tomorrow, more. Always crave.