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Setting: Warhammer Fantasy, Dark Elf Kingdom of Naggaroth (google it)

The coach was rumbling along the road going from the city of Ghrond, the northern seat of Morathi's cabal of Sorceresses, to one of the Witch King's Watchtowers in the far north, guarding the Dark Elf kingdom of Naggaroth from incursions of various chaos marauders, b**stmen and other creatures of chaos. The Hung, tribes of short, stubby and notoriously filthy and foul-smelling horsemen were the main threat, but the others were not to be ignored. The watchtowers also operated as forward scouting posts for Morathi's Sorceresses gazing north into the ever-changing realm of chaos, the source of all magic in the world. All sorceresses in the cabal had to take their turn doing this and while not generally popular, Maelill had drawn the short straw this time. While the ride was certainly both cold and uncomfortable, the real nuisance would be to have to be away from the splendors of Morathi's debouched court for a full year, not to mention to be away from the secret temples of Slaanesh, the chaos god of Pleasure and Pain... Maelill was sitting, covered in furs, idly stroking herself between her legs, desperately trying to keep herself from being so damn bored. Reading was impossible in this blasted terrain. She already regretted not purchasing that big Norseman on the slave market the other day... she certainly wouldn't have minded riding a big, warm, human slave cock right now... Having him chained, so that she could have enjoyed his hot, warm cock inside her as the coach was traversing the bumpy terrain. Damned she hated her rivals for pulling strings, so that she was selected for this dubious honor... She was certain Eldyrah was behind it, that jealous, second rate Sorceress that had always had it in for her, ever since Maelill bested her in a Sorceress duel as an Apprentice, leaving her scorched and half-bald...

As the coach and the escort of a dozen armed dark elf soldiers riding dark steeds were making their way up a slope on the edges of the western side of the mountain chain knows as the Spiteful Peaks, most of them covered in thick furs to keep out the cold winds, as spring had just come, if ever such a thing could ever be said to be a thing in Naggaroth. It wasn't known as the Land of Chill for nothing. The little caravan was still only hazily visible, due to the winds throwing up the latest thin layer of soft snow that had covered the ground into the cold air. Hidden yes watched the caravan get closer... Watched with a b**stly hunger from the shadows of a snow-covered patch of pine forest... It had been a hard winter... Harder than usual, and the tribe had suffered as a result. Hunger was felt by everyone, even by Zy-Nox himself, the old Minotaur Doombull leading the tribe. He could smell the scent of horseflesh on the wind. The scent of dark elves, their oiled blades in their scabbards, and something else, a sweet musky scent... Zy-nox's groin began to stir as he sat covered in halfway under a pine three, the rest of his normally black fur now cowered by a thin layer of white snow. His massive battle axe was held in one hand, ready for when the trap was sprung. His hunting pack of fearsome b**stmen Gors and smaller Ungors were also ready, concealed as he was. It seemed as if the dark elf messenger had spoken the truth, that there was indeed a dark elf sorceress in the coach, or Druchii as they liked to call themselves. She would make a fine prize indeed. Luckily he knew how to take care of her sort... All was ready. Soon.. Very soon now...

Maelill was busy with her fingers between her long, elegant, porcelain white thighs, when suddenly there were shouts of alarm from the guards outside. By Khaine's bloody swords, off course it had to be something when she was finally getting close... She swore under her breath that if this was some bandit attack, she'd turn them all inside out with her dark sorcery, turn them into witless flesh-things... She had done so before. One didn't get away with attacking a Sorceress of the cabal of sorceresses in Naggaroth without suffering greatly for it. Maelill threw off her furs, moved to the door, and opened it to look out at the scene, and for the first time in many year, she turned suddenly afraid. They were being ambushed by a bestmen horde at least three times their number and they were already upon them. That wasn't what truly made her afraid though, she had handled worse before with her sorcery. It was the massive, black furred Minotaur with bulging muscles that was almost upon the coach that almost made her blood freeze, as he was nearly upon her, charging with his massive, forward curving horns directly at the side of the coach. Maelill threw herself back inside, just before he impacted with it, sending splinters of wood everywhere, before throwing the whole coach over on its side, making it grind to a halt. Maelill, although agile as only an elf could be, wasn't ready for that, in such a confined space, which knocked her head on the ceiling as it flipped over, knocking her u*********s...

Maelill could hear gruff voices, as if in a distance... Some vaguely familiar language... Then they were slowly getting clearer... She could feel a dull pain in the back of her head... It slowly dawned on her that she was moving... Her head still spinning, she forced her eyes open, only to see a strange sight indeed... She seemed to be looking down at more than thirty savage looking b**stmen, with cloven hooves, horns, fur instead of skin and a general goat-like appearance. They were all carrying great pieces of meat, various captured weapons, armor etc... It slowly dawned upon Maelill that she was captured, and likely the only survivor of her small caravan. She began to turn her head, groaning a little as she did so, trying to get her bearings, only to look at a massive black-furred back, and a thickly muscled neck. She was clearly being carried like some sack over the shoulders of the massive black-furred Minotaur she saw in the attack. The impudence of the thing! Once she got her head working properly, she'd obliterate them all! Foolish b**sts! It began to dawn upon her that she was warm at least. That the b**st had taken her furs and thrown over her as he carried her, and the heat from the b**st itself did much to keep her warm. Then another sensation dawned upon her. She could feel a cold ring of steel around her slim neck. Rage began to fill her, clearing her head wonderfully. She would teach them all. She began to chant a spell that would snuff out the souls of the b**sts walking behind the Minotaur, enabling her to use their souls to power her next spell, which she would use to blast the b**st carrying her to bits, using bolts of fiery black bolts of dark magic...

Maelill was halfway into the chanting of her first spell, when it dawned upon her that she could barely feel the winds of magic at all, that she was being blocked from being able to manipulate them to any meaningful extent. Then she could feel what was blocking her. The steel collar round her neck! Just as the realization struck her, confusion set in... How? Such simple b**sts shouldn't be able to do any such thing! Just as the confusion hit her fully, and realization began to set in, she could feel the bovine snout of the minotaur carrying her press against the back of her left thigh, and then she could feel and hear his massive nostrils flaring... sniffing her... Sniffing in the scent of her still damp little pussy... Oh no, she thought. The b**st couldn't think too... That would tear her apart! Surely! She panicked a little, beginning to struggle, the only result being that she felt a massive paw being placed over the small of her back, on top of her elegant furs, pinning her in place, humiliatingly effortlessly...

The tribe walked for nearly a day and a half straight, their path winding through the mountains and small pine forests here and there, only to arrive at the camp, which was set in a deep valley, covered in a forest, with a newly thawed stream & lake going through it. The tribe wandered down into the valley, to the far end, where the tribe obviously held camp. Maelill had fallen asleep a few times, due to the surprisingly comfortable position over the Minotaur's massive shoulder, covered in her furs as she was, but now she paid attention, looking for possible escape routes etc., but not finding any acceptable ones. Most of the tribe clearly gathered around a massive stone monolith in front of a dark cave entrance in a sheer mountainside at the very end of the valley. The monolith was covered in lots of symbols, dominated by a big, eight-pointed star in the middle, the symbol of chaos undivided she knew from her sorcerous studies. The Minotaur suddenly turns towards the tribal warriors following him and barks out some loud, growling orders to the lesser b**stmen, and Maelill sees them pile the heads of her druchii guards by the foot of the monolith. A well-deserved faith for failing her so miserably she thought spitefully. The Minotaur then turned towards the dark cave entrance, and walked straight for it, causing Maelill to shudder a little... She had not been so defenseless since she was a c***d, and she dreaded what was awaiting her...

Once inside, Maelill was suddenly grabbed with a massive fist around her hips, and then lifted one handed and set down on the floor of the cave, stumbling a little before falling on the uneven cave floor. The Minotaur clearly wasn't afraid of her fleeing, so the foul collar was obviously deemed to be enough. The big b**st suddenly turned back towards the cave exit and bellowed something in its dark tongue, which was deafening in the confines of the cave. Soon after, a lesser b**stman came running with torch in hand, and lit a big fire in the middle of the floor, before hurriedly exiting again, obviously afraid of the much bigger creature. The cave seemed to be a somewhat simple affair, with a fire pit in the middle, a bunch of sacks and chests that were likely the tribe's collected loot stashed up against one wall, a massive, carved type stone throne against the other wall. Beyond the fireplace, there was a big pile of bear furs on the stone floor. There was really little else, apart from the odd, somewhat ominous looking steel ring set in the wall or ceiling here and there...

The massive, ten foot, black furred Minotaur stood in front of Maelill... Its bovine eyes looked down at her. Damn... Here it comes Maelill thought... Fucked to death by a Minotaur in the middle of nowhere. She desperately tried to reaching for the winds of magic again, but she only managed to create an embarrassing little black shadow in front of her hands, before it too faded away... The Minotaur made a deep, snorting sound... Perhaps it was a chuckle... Then it grabbed her whole head in one massive paw, raising her up on her feet. Then it pulled off her expensive furs and threw them to the floor. Maelill knew what was coming, but wouldn't give the b**st the satisfaction of seeing her scared, so she arched her back, tried to look up at the best in defiance... The other hand came for her, and then put it between her legs, under her skirt... A massive thumb then rubbed against her pussy... forcefully... too big to penetrate, so it rubs over the pubic bone and clit... Maelill was fuming... Looking up at the big thing, using all her willpower to match its gaze. The bit thumb kept rubbing, and suddenly it dawned on Maelill that she was getting turned on... A lot... her pussy was beginning to drip... She moaned, and her gaze faltered... Her cheeks flushed red... The big b**st was clearly intelligent enough to understand her condition, as it used its index finger to probe her pussy opening... Maelill lost a little control of her body, and began to press herself against the b**st's big thumb... She both regretted and loved that she didn't use to wear underwear at the moment... She saw the b**sts nostrils flare again, and as she turned down her gaze, she was shocked... Its loincloth was being pushed to the side, but what must be a massive 20" cock... Dark... Veined... Hard... Tip dripping of pre-cum... Clearly the b**st had been eager to get back to its cave...

Maelill couldn't take her gaze of the thing between its legs... There was worse ways to die she supposed, she found herself thinking, u*********sly licking her lips and moaning like a Slaaneshi Daemonette in heat. The coarse skin of the b**st's fingers played with her wet little pussy, and she found herself willingly grinding against them. The b**st suddenly withdrew its hand from between her leg, only to grab her hips with both hands. She was suddenly lifted into the air, up above the head of the b**st, which then maneuvered her so that her long, elven legs were resting on the massive horns of its head, her crotch in front of its big mouth. It used its thumb to lift up her skirt in front, getting it out of the way... Then it stuck out a long, thick, pinkish, bovine tongue, and licked her over her whole, wet crotch with its big, wide tongue... It clearly tasted her... Maelill could feel its warm breath against her pubic bone and clit, as it licked eagerly over her whole, smooth, elven crack at once, from her smooth little ass to up over her pubic bone... Maelill moaned... No elven tongue could touch her like that, covering so much at once... Her pussy was clearly dripping, and the b**st was obviously enjoying her scent and taste... With all hope of escape gone, she hoped that if she just tasted good enough, if she could make the b**st cum, then maybe she wouldn't end up being eaten by the tribe after... The b**st's tongue probed her wet hole, before forcing itself into her... Wriggling and twisting deep inside her, like a living snake, stretching her soaked wet, little hole... It was far thicker than any elf, or slave cock she had ever enjoyed... Maelill couldn't stop herself... She came... Being held up high in the air, she began to squirt on the b**st's face... over its tongue... Her juices dripping from the b**st’s tongue and down on the cave floor... She screamed. It didn't stop stretching her with its massive tongue... She kept cumming, twitching uncontrollably in its massive hands, and the thing just continued mercilessly... It continued until Maelill's brain overloaded, and she blacked out in its big, furry hands...


Maelill lowly came to herself. Before her vision returned, she could already feel that something wasn't as it was supposed to be. She could feel it in her shoulders more than anything, perhaps with the exception between her pale, slim legs...Before she could manage open her eyes, it dawned upon her that she was restrained, and hanging by her slender arms above her head, which got her heart to beat faster and to open her eyes in panic. What she saw when opening her eyes did little to reassure her. She was naked, hanging from leather manacles, secured to a rusty iron ring from the ceiling of the cave with fine looking chain. Her toes were barely touching the ground, and she could see long strands of her own juices dripping to the cave floor from her smooth, pale and pink little pussy, illuminated by the fire in front of her. Her body twitched a little, her orgasms still not entirely over... She was breathing heavily, and discovered she had actually been drooling a little, down onto her firm little breasts... Her nipples were aching for attention... She tried to get her legs under her, to spare her slender writs the strain, and found that she could just about manage to find the floor with her small feet. Then she heard the sounds, and she peered out into the mouth of the cave, past the flickering fire, to see silhouettes of dozens of horned b**stmen, that seemed to have gathered there. She could see the reflections from the fire in their a****listic eyes... Then she head deep and heavy breathing behind her, high above her head...

Panic almost overcame her, and she tried to get loose from her restraints, and she even found herself whimpering and screaming a little, fearing that this was the end, that she was the tribe's next meal... A massive hand suddenly grabbed her hair from behind, pulling her hair so that she had to look up and back, up at the big, black, horned head of the monster that had violated her... It dawned upon her that the b**st didn't seem hungry, as far as she could make out its expression at all. Then she felt it against the back of her shoulder blades... the massive, warm, hard, slick cock-head of the b**st. It was easily the size of both her fists combined... It couldn't mean too... She suddenly found herself desperately pleading... She had enjoyed some well-endowed Norse slaves on more than one occasion, but nothing even remotely close to the massive cock of the b**st now behind her... She desperately tried to reach for the winds of magic again, but found that she was blocked entirely, her panic not helping at all... The Minotaur then put one massive, black furred hand on her flat, pale tummy, and then it let the hand go down, while its massive thumb rubbed over her left breast, over her rock hard pink nipple... A massive finger shoved its way between her legs, making her have to separate them a little... Maelill knew it could feel her juices coating its finger... She had never been so wet before... Her pussy felt like it was on fire. It was so humiliating to be treated this way, especially by one of them and in front of lesser creatures such as these filthy b**sts...

The Minotaur apparently just cheeked that she was wet, and smeared her own juices all over her little pussy and inner thighs, before grabbing her by her slim hips in both its massive fists. It had no problem at all wrapping is fingers all the way around her, even intertwining its fingers with ease... She was entirely helpless, being lifted off the floor like she had no weight at all... She was lifted up, so she could see over the fire in the fire pit in front of her, seeing the b**stmen crowding the cave entrance to get a good look at her, not being eaten as she first feared, but violated by this big b**st... She could glimpse lots of hard cocks being fondled by strong, furry hands... Had they seen her being licked and tongue-fucked already? Were they here to see the Minotaur fuck her to death? Just as these thoughts went through her mind, she found that she was being held up in the air, her back and firm little ass against the big brute's furry chest and stomach respectively... She tried to fight it, by keeping her legs together, but the thing only leg go with one massive hand, to grab her behind one of her knees, pulling her leg out to one side as if he was just adjusting the leg position of some wooden doll, and not some elven sorceress that was fighting it at all... It was so humiliating, to be helpless, collared and about to be fucked by some monster, with a big part of the tribe enjoying the show...

Embarrassing as it was though, her immediate concern was the rock hard, glistening cock that she soon found that she was having her dripping wet pussy rubbing against... The b**st's intentions were obvious, and it likely didn't care much if it wounded or even killed her, literally fucking her to death... Why would it after all, it was not as if her kind showed them any mercy either. She could feel the intense warmth of the b**st's massive cock, as it grinded against her tiny elven slit, trying to hit the right spot, to wedge her pussy lips open... Apparently it was not easy, for the b**st, but even just having it rubbed hard against her crotch was making her moan a little. Not that she wanted the thing inside her off course... After a few minutes of this, and not getting anywhere, the b**st grew frustrated, shifting its grip so that both its massive hands each got a good grip on the inside of each of her soft thighs, spreading her legs more, also allowing its big thumbs to pull on the skin on the sides of her dripping little hole, opening it up a little, displaying her wet cut for all the b**sts in front of her that were eagerly watching...

With a grunt that made her long black hair is thrown forwards over her shoulders, the thing forced her down onto its cock... Maelill screamed as inch after inch of the massive thing impaled her tight little cunt... She desperately tried to lift herself up by the chain above her head, but found that she could not. She feared to look down at what was happening to her, and could see her pale and pink little pussy being stretched around the thing's massive, hard, veined cock... The pain was intense, and she could see some blood coating the enormous cock... She could feel small tears in her insides, but as the thing got its cock deeper and deeper into her wet pussy, she could already feel a very, very pleasurable sensation begin to take hold... Looking down, she could suddenly see in the contours of her lower tummy, how the cockhead was internally stretching her... Her flat, pale, white tummy was bulging... Even before the b**st had stopped showing its cock in deeper, she suddenly came... Her pussy began to drip sporadically, her pussy being so stretched that it was a wonder that her juices even found a way out at all... She moaned and screamed, losing all control of her own bodily functions... She was in pain, but that was already lessening due to her intense, unexpected, squirting orgasm...

The b**st finally reached bottom, not being able to stretch her delicate elven any more... Not even half its cock was inside of her, but still it was a more intense experience than she had ever felt in her long life, Sorceress or not... The b**st grunted, apparently liking the feeling of her, and then lifted her up, and almost of its cock... Looking down, Maelill could see her juices flowing past the ridge of its massive cock-head, coating its entire shaft and big hairy balls as it was flowing downwards... She was immediately impaled again, lowered onto the pole, with no apparent mercy... She screamed again, but this time found it to be slightly less from pain, allowing her to feel more pleasure... The thing was pressing against every sensitive spot of her insides, all at once... The sensations were almost beyond her to handle... Almost... She was a trained Sorceress after all, and being able to handle various sensations, including high amounts of pain, was part of being a Sorceress, as losing control when wielding Dark Magic was dangerous in the extreme. Still, elves were known for having the most intense of feelings, mentally and physically... None of that was any comfort to her now... She was being fucked like she had no say in the matter, by a b**st almost twice as tall as her, and while still painful, she found herself enjoying it gradually more and more. She felt humiliated, especially with half the tribe watching her, grunting, stroking their cocks, and she found herself enjoying their lusting looks upon her naked body... After all, there was no real person to judge her here after all she reasoned as best she could between her moaning and screaming... These were just b**sts after all... Their judgements mattered not the slightest she told herself... She came again, screaming...

The b**st seemed not to care about her orgasms at all; it just raised and lowered on its massive tool as it fucked her delicate elven pussy... It was breathing heavily, its big nostrils flaring, and grunting... Maelill was actually beginning to enjoy it... It's massive, warm cock inside her, her front being warmed by the fire pit, her soft back and ass being rubbed against the b**st’s warm, furry body. She was still in pain, but it was now getting tolerable, almost a good kind of pain... She was being raised and lowered on the cock, faster and harder now... She had even begun to move her hips a little, to make it grind even harder against the right spots of her insides... She allowed herself to moan, not from pain, but from the pleasure... A plan began to form in the back of her pain and pleasure-riddled mind... If she could just make the thing enjoy her too much to kill her, she could find a way to escape later. If she could make the b**st enjoy fucking her, to keep her as its plaything, then one day she could escape and take her revenge... All thoughts of revenge evaporated as the b**st started fucking her harder... With more determination... Maelill found herself screaming and cumming again, as the massive cock was pumping in and out of her dripping wet hole, accompanied by grunting and the sounds of her very wet pussy...

Maelill was nearly fainting again. She heard herself screaming and moaning, but wasn't really all there... She was now being fucked... There was no other word for it, and she craved it... She was being fucked by a b**st of chaos, and it made her feel like nothing she had ever felt before... Her orgasms started to came one after the other, so close it was hard to separate them... She lost track of time, just cumming and cumming on the massive cock of the big brute of a b**st... She was being used... ****d... There was no other word for it, but she found she enjoyed it more than anything she had ever experienced... Her onlookers obviously enjoying it too. They could probably smell her scent very easily with their goat and hound-like nostrils... She was sure there was a big pool of her juices on the floor of the cave... She couldn't care less... Just as her eyes were rolling back in her head, from what must have been dozens of orgasms in a row, she registered the Minotaur grunting more heavily... Then she felt its cock started to pulsate inside her... Become extra hard... She screamed in pleasure as it began to empty its huge balls inside her womb... Massive hot squirts began to shoot up inside her, filling her tiny elven pussy... The b**st roared a near deafening roar that made some of the on looking b**stmen take several steps back, apparently instinctually afraid of the massive Minotaur. Maelill came again as she felt her insides being filled up with hot cum... The b**st draining its big balls inside of her... She was drooling all over her cheek and breasts again... She imagined she looked like the biggest slut ever seen in Naggaroth... She cared not the slightest... She was being lowered to the floor, her body still spasming uncontrollably... She could feel the massive cock softening, and then being pulled out of her as she was lowered, immediately followed by the eruption of hot cum running down her porcelain-white, slender thighs... She was overwhelmed by sensations, and sheer exhaustion and her body gave up. She fainted. Again...


Maelill slowly started to come to herself again, her pussy still gaped, dripping and feeling quite sore... It was also dripping cum... She was on her side on the cave floor. The b**st had removed her chains. She opened her eyes, and she looked right up at the b**st... Its cock glistening... Dripping... She was still in a state of bliss... u*********sly she scooped up a big load of the b**st’s cum from her inner thigh with her finger and tasted it... She moaned a little... She could get used to this her addled mind thought to herself as she swallowed... The b**st stomped to the fur-strewn corner of the cave and lay down on its back, seemingly unconcerned about any threat from her. It infuriated her that the b**st thought her so weak that she was no danger to it at all, even when it slept... Soon the b**st was asleep, its massive chest slowly rising and falling like a blacksmith's bellows at work. Maelill looked around, but she saw nothing that she thought would be useful or a dangerous weapon in her hands. Not that she'd be able to escape the tribe in any event if she somehow found a weapon and managed to kill the b**st. She did see that the entrance was unguarded now however...

She got on her feet, limped over to her s**ttered furs and put them on as best she could... Then she walked over to the entrance of the cave and looked out. Some of the tribe's warriors obviously saw her, but they seemed to pay her no mind at all which also got her blood boiling. She glanced back at the sleeping Minotaur, and saw that she had left a trail of cum behind her... Damned b**st sure had cum a lot... But then again, so had she mused to herself... She saw the river wasn't far from the cave mouth and limped down to it. The whole tribe seemed to ignore her. She got to the water and found a calm spot where she could slip in and wash herself, but more importantly, to have a look at the collar around her neck in her reflection... The water wasn't as calm as she would like, but she could make the collar out, and what she saw was enough to make her want to flay her enemies alive! The collar was a slim iron collar, covered in elven symbols! Druchii symbols to be precise... That meant this had been planned in advance, Eldyrah! -Maelill thought. This could only have been her doing. When she got back she's do far more than just scorch half that bitch's face.... Even as she go in the cold water to clean off she felt herself get warm as her spiteful hatred consumed her... She would find a way to turn this around... To make Eldyrah pay... To make her suffer like no Sorceress had suffered before for her current humiliation...

A little while later, Maelill stumbled back into the cave, the cold now starting to get to her, despite her feelings. At least she was reasonably clean she thought to herself, not that she imagined that these b**sts cared much about hygiene... She limped over to the fire and tried to dry herself off, all the while thinking about how she could manage get her collar off. There must be a way. Her fingers started to probe the steel collar around her neck for a lock. With her delicate fingers, she did mind to find a small cut in the metal that indicated where the collar could be opened, but she found no sign of any lock. She cursed inwardly. That meant that it was likely to have been made to be bent into place by great strength alone, which admittedly she was severely lacking, especially without her powers… The Minotaur must have bent the steel into place she figured, likely being the only creature strong enough to do so. She glanced over to its hulking shape... If it could put it on she thought, then it would also have the strength to pull it open again she figured, and her cunning mind started to get some ideas...

The b**st slowly opened its bovine eyes as the morning light hit the cave entrance, only to stare down to a pale white ass spread open as its prisoner straddled its massive chest. It could see her glistening pussy, her pale little star above it... She was eagerly licking and sucking on his already hard cock, using both her small hands to jerk off his massive shaft... The Minotaur was confused. It had not been expecting this from its prisoner... It was enjoyable though and her scent was very alluring... He inhaled deeply... Snorting... She only seemed to get more eager sucking on his big, brown cock. She was moaning, just as if he was fucking her. This was all very strange to the b**st, its brutal but simple mind new to the notion of a female being eager for his cock, not to mention what she was doing to it with her mouth... Struggled to do to be more precise, as she really couldn't open her little mouth far enough to get more than half his cockhead in her mouth, but her tongue was eagerly lapping up his pre-cum and her small hands running up and down his shaft, seemingly trying to milk more out of him... The b**st moaned in pleasure, from deep within its massive chest.

Maelill kept licking and sucking at the b**st's massive cockhead... It was like trying to fit a big apple in her mouth all at once, so she couldn't use her normal sexual techniques to seduce it, but she still did her best. She knew she would have to both impress and confuse the b**st for it to look at her in a new light. In the back of her mind was the thought that she was fooling herself too, pretending that she was not greatly enjoying this and what the b**st had done to her so far, although initially against her will... She was lying on her stomach on top of the Minotaur, legs spread, giving the b**st a nice view... She figured there was no point trying to deny the state of her own arousal, as the b**st seemed capable of telling by her scent anyway. Her pale little pussy was swollen again... Getting more and wet as she was licking on its massive cock... Slowly up and down the shaft now... Her small hands gently stroking its soft, furry balls... Soon she felt the massive hands of the b**st on the soft skin of her pale, little butt. She could feel its big fingers stroking her soft skin, and then pulling her cheeks apart more... She could feel the hot breath of the Minotaur against her wet slit, even though it was no way it could be close enough to taste her due to their size differences. It still felt good and turned her on even more though...

Zy-Nox was now breathing heavily and inhaling the scent of this delicate little creature in the process. Her naked pussy was not dripping wet and for some odd reason this creature affected him more than any before. It was enjoying the scent, the sight and what she was doing with her mouth and hands. It used its thumb to lightly grind it over swollen little pussy, making her moan in pleasure, coating her finger good, which he then used to smear her tight little and barely visible little asshole... At this, the little elf moaned even more, although she also seemed to tense up a little. This turned him on even more for some reason, its simple mind more used to its female victims trying to resist...

She heard the b**st breathe and moan more and more loudly as she kept up her playing with its massive cock and balls. She was a bit concerned she could handle it cumming in her mouth though... She had always been proud of her ability to swallow any load a man could give her, but this was in anther league entirely... It's pre-cum had been more than most loads she had swallowed before in fact... Yet she was determined to try... Her plan was suddenly interrupted however, as the Minotaur smeared her own juices through the crack of her ass. At first the thought that it was uncharacteristically "giving" of it to play with her pussy and ass, but then it struck her, it couldn’t really be doing what she suddenly feared, could it? She tensed up and started to consider it... Would it even be possible? She had a bit of a reputation in certain circles of being a wanton anal slut, and did love to be brutally fucked there, but... She didn't get further in her thoughts, before the b**st grabbed her around her stomach and waist in one big hand, and lifted her up and back, to effortlessly hold her ass above its bovine snout...

The Minotaur looked up at her glistening crack above its head and he stretched out his big tongue and licked her entire crack... over and over again. From front to back... tongue probing her delicious little pussy, only to move her creamy juices to her tight little star, which it probed with the tip of its tongue... Deeper and deeper for every stroke... Lubing her up. Not for her sake, but for its own sake, as it was determined to see her ass impaled on its hard cock. He held her effortlessly in place like this for several minutes. She was moaning in pleasure, which it found to be a turn-on... It was stroking its cock with the other hand, keeping it ready...

Suddenly the b**st lifted her down towards its massive rod, just as if she was some little fucktoy. She saw the cock come closer with both dread and a certain amount of anticipation... She placed her legs on the top of the b**st’s thighs, ready to resist if she couldn't take it... Deep down she knew that it would be pointless to physically resist as the muscled brute likely wouldn't even notice anyway... She felt its huge, glistening cockhead strafe her pussy, gathering some more juices, before it found the spot of her tight little sphincter... She inhaled deeply and tried to relax her ass and even mumbled a small prayer to Slaanesh. She noticed that a crowd of b**stmen had started to gather just outside the entrance gain, and this time she could clearly see the state of their collective arousal just as they could clearly see hers... She didn't have time to consider them though, as she was soon pressed down on the massive spear of the b**st, which forced her tight little hole to open... To slowly stretch more than it had ever stretched before by far... She moaned... Bit her teeth together... Tears erupting from her eyes... Just as she thought she could never be able to take more, the last of the head of its cock popped in and her sphincter clamped down behind the head... To her surprise, even though she was still in a lot of pain, she came. Her pussy was squirting as her tears were running down her cheeks... Her pussy pulsating... She knew they could all see it all from the entrance...

The b**st could hear her whimper and moan as it slowly forced its head inside her tight little ass... He was impressed that the elasticity of her smooth skin, but that was all far in the back if its simple mind as it was enjoying her tight little ass too much... It let her tight little hole adjust a little as it enjoyed the sight of her pale, slender body in his massive fist, hanging leaned backwards, her long black hair cascading down towards his chest, moaning and crying as she was looking towards the ceiling, her soft, pale globes resting against the top of his finger. It could hear her cum... It could smell it... It drove the him on...

Maelill glanced down past her flat tummy down between her legs... She was dripping... It was so intense. Then she could see and feel herself being forced down on its massive cock and she panicked a little, resisting with her legs, but to no avail... She did like to think she did manage to brace a little though, even though it certainly didn't feel like it in her ass... She could feel her insides rearranging themselves to make place for the huge cock to slide in deep... She could feel it push past the insides of her pubic bone... Then she saw her tummy bulging... The bulge creeping upwards... towards her ribs... At this point she was whimpering from pleasure, pain and fear. Just as she tough she couldn't possibly handle more of the cock without her insides tearing, the b**st pulled out again slowly by lifting her higher... She could see the cock pulling out on the state of her own tummy... She grunted. So did the b**st... She also heard grunts and bestial groans from the entrance, but she couldn't get herself to care due to her immediate concerns and admittedly, pleasure...

The b**st watched as the pale little elf took almost all of its enormous cock before internal resistance made the b**st fearful that it would burs her insides. It was a bit of a surprise to it that it did care about her well-being at all, but soon dismissed the idea and told itself that it just wanted to keep her around for her interesting skills with her mouth... It had also made a deal with that other elf, but that deal seemed less important right now... It pulled out of her, grunting. The sight of her little ass taking his massive tool was quite the sight, looking borderline impossible. Yet he was in... And now he started to fuck her ass... gradually faster and faster. Every stroke going deep... The pleasure of her sphincter tight around his shaft all the time being incredibly pleasurable... He saw she was cumming again and again, her juices dripping from her pussy, landing continuously lubricating his shaft...

Maelill was now moaning in pleasure... The most intense feeling she had ever felt as she was being lifted up and down in the air, more and more rapidly... She was more or less constantly cumming... giving the onlookers a great show... Pain slowly subsided... Most of it anyway... Her eyes started to roll back in her head... Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing... Twisting her own nipples... She lost count her orgasms... She knew she had soon had dozens... She struggled not to faint... She wanted to feel it... Wanted to feel when he b**st finally came... She could hear it approaching climax... She tried to squeeze its cock with her ass... It seemed to be working... It got louder... Soon she heard deep grunting and the b**st almost stopped deep inside her... Then she could feel the cock pulsating in her ass... She knew it was cumming... Filling her up inside... The feeling and thought made her squirt a final time; whimpering and moaning like the slut she truly was... She finally gave in to the sensations, a lustful smile on her pale face and slumped together in the hand of the big b**st...