An Elven Merchant smuggles a cylindrical canister in an interesting way and sells the contents, Elven Wine, to an Orc-ish merchant. Knowing full well what sort of effects it will have on its kind…
Contains: M/F, orc, elf, big cock, cumshot, excessive cum
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Tyra Chirmont, elven merchant, sighed in annoyance as she watched Oldsprings’ city guard rifling through her things. She knew it was forbidden to sell weaponry and food and drink to outsiders, obviously no elven smith wanted a human or dwarf to find out the secret to how their weaponry was made. While elven food, usually grown or prepared magically, didn’t always agree with the other races. It was obvious that Tyra was an experienced merchant that wouldn’t accidently bring anything along that she wasn’t supposed to, so why would the guards hassle her?
‘Alright, she’s clean. Let her through!’ a guard shouted as he jumped off the back of the wagon.
‘Finally…’ Tyra sighed, before clicking her tongue. Making the large white elk that pulled her wagon jump into action.
Before she knew it the city of Oldsprings was far behind her and she made her way to a place simply called “The Crossroads”. It was close to the borders of four large cities, those of the orcs, the dwarves, the humans and, of course, the elves. Small contingents of soldiers from every city were stationed there to keep the peace, making sure that every city could trade its goods between one another safely.
Once she arrived, Tyra quickly set up her stall and it didn’t take long before customers gathered before it. It wasn’t that the exotic clothing, jewellery and other elven knick-knacks she sold that got everyone’s attention, no it was the appearance of the merchant itself. Amidst the intimidating orcs, short, hairy dwarves and loud, obnoxious old humans Tyra was a beauty to behold and people purchased things from her in the hopes to get closer to her. And Tyra wasn’t afraid to use her womanly wiles for some extra profit.
Today she had pulled her long, luxurious golden blonde hair into a ponytail, showing off her leaf-shaped ears as well as her slender, swan-like neck. She almost made sure nothing covered her beautiful, heart-shaped face with its large, expressive green eyes and regal facial features. Not that a lot of man were focusing on her face, mind you. Not with the dress she was wearing.
It was green, like her eyes, and looked as if it was made out of hundreds of leaves, the sewing so fine that they almost looked real. But what most customers were interested in was the plunging neckline and how it displayed a lot of golden tanned cleavage, and even the pink of her areolae. She had to have something for the dwarves too, of course. Meaning that the hemline of the little green number she wore was almost criminally short, it showed a lot of long, sleek leg before disappearing into her boots and if a dwarven customer was lucky he could even see the bottom of her firm, shapely asscheeks whenever she turned around.
Yet despite the skimpy dress she wore, and the tantalizing display she put on for her customers, Tyra was still one of the last customers. She just had one last thing to sell, however…and fortunately for her, her client hadn’t left yet.
‘Miss Chirmont!’ a deep, accented voice called out as she was dismantling her stall and putting it back in her wagon.
‘Ah Karthek, I was afraid you had already left.’ Tyra mused with a little smile as she turned around and saw a large, musclebound orc blocking the exit of her little wagon.
Karthek was one of the few orcish merchants she knew of, but merchant or not he still looked like he could handle himself in a fight. In fact, he looked very uncomfortable in the merchant garb he wore. His sleeves were almost rolled up to his shoulders to show off the bulging muscles of his arms, while several buttons of his tunic were undone to show a broad, scarred chest.
‘Do you have it?’ he asked brusquely. Apparently he had not time for pleasantries.
‘I have, I hope you have the coin because this wasn’t easy.’ Tyra complained before she sat down and pulled up the hemline of her skimpy green dress.
‘What are you doing?’ Karthek asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
‘Getting you what you wanted.’ Tyra groaned with a blush as she pulled down her underwear, and spread her legs.
Once she did, the orc spotted the base of a cylindrical object nearly as thick as his wrist peeking out from between the elf’s flushed, shining labia. With a moan Tyra grabbed it with both hands and slowly began pulling it from her stretched slit, filling the confines of the wagon with a lewd dripping sound as her juices spilled from her aroused twat to fall onto the wooden floor. When the entirety of it finally escaped her pussy the elven merchant held it to Karthek with both hands, smiling proudly.
‘…that does not look like elven wine.’ The orc stated drily.
‘It’s hollow, the wine is inside it,’ Tyra explained, before whispering a few words in elven. Runes glowed faintly yellow at the sides of the tubular case, before disappearing with a hiss followed by a sound that resembled a door unlocking. ‘See?’ she added, before twisting the top open and handing it to the orc.
‘Still, how do I know this is truly elven wine?’ the orcish merchant asked as he peeked inside the cylinder and saw a bright yellow, almost glowing, liquid inside.
‘Why don’t you have a taste to be sure?’ Tyra asked with a mischievous smile, both orc and elf knew the wine acted as a strong aphrodisiac for his kind.
Karthek stared apprehensively at the cylindrical tube he had just opened, yet decided to follow Tyra’s advice. With a short nod he took a small sip from the wine, well as small as an orc could manage, before he carefully screwed the lid of the cylindrical case back on. Even though the orcish merchant had consumed so little of the wine, the effects were almost instantaneous. Tyra watched as the big orc’s pupils dilated, like the eyes of an elven noble smoking Ghostroot, and her leaf-shaped ears heard the sound of cloth straining. With an impish smile her eyes drifted lower, away from Karthek brutish face to run over his impressive torso, before resting on his crotch.
There she spotted the long, fat outline of Karthek’s impressive member, fighting against the confines of the orcish merchant’s uncomfortable cloth trousers. She was keenly aware of his eyes resting on her cleavage and legs, but pretended to ignore it. Instead Tyra’s eyes shot back up to meet Karthek’s, before she cleared her throat.
‘Now, I think you owe me some payment?’ Tyra said, her lips still stretched in an impish smile as she held up a hand. Her slender digits inches away from the tube-like bulge pushing Karthek’s trousers outwards.
‘Yes. Of course.’ Karthek replied, speaking even more tersely than he had before as he fumbled with the coin pouch on his belt.
Finally he just yanked it off, snapping the cord keeping it tied to his belt and nearly spilling coin everywhere. Without saying a word he dropped the bulging pouch into Tyra’s hands, making the elf’s green eyes light up as she peeked inside. Smuggling the wine toward The Crossroads certainly had been worth it, even if her methods had been unconventional. The pouch was filled with thick coins made from gold and silver as well beautifully cut gems, some bigger than her thumbnail! Yet, to Tyra, it wasn’t enough…
‘Thank you!’ Tyra said cheerfully. ‘I’ll just put this away…’ she added, while crawling towards the back of the wagon on all fours.
Of course this meant that Karthek got an eyeful of her bare, flushing cunny as the hemline of her little dress rode up. Just as Tyra intended. She heard the orc trying to stifle a grunt, yet she didn’t hear him walk away. With an evil grin Tyra wiggled her shapely rear to and fro as she hid the pouch of coin in a hidden compartment with the rest of her profits. But when she suddenly heard a loud tearing sound, she stopped. Peeking over her shoulder she spotted how the orc’s erection had somehow torn through his trousers and was now practically pointing at her, straps of cloth hanging off of the steel-hard shaft.
‘You evil elf, you were doing this on purpose!’ Karthek growled and he reached into the wagon and grabbed Tyra’s legs.
‘Oh no!’ Tyra shouted theatrically. But the thought that raced through the back of her head was: Finally!
Karthek wasted no time in pulling Tyra towards him, and pushing the angry purple crown of his monstrous shaft against the elf’s plush, dripping twat. Tyra whimpered weakly as the warm crown throbbed against her sensitive labia, trying desperately not to make too much to attract any of The Crossroads’ guards, and was just in time to cover her mouth with her hands when the orc suddenly slammed his hips forwards. Tyra’s eyes shot open and she released a loud, muffled squeal as Karthek’s beefy pole suddenly invaded her twitching cunny.
Karthek on the other hand didn’t seem to care about the attention they might attract, he was shaking his hips vigorously and grunting and groaning with need as he pushed Tyra back and forth on the floor of the wagon. All of this was accompanied by the sound of the orc’s big, beefy balls slapping against the firm, shapely rear of the elven merchant whenever he bottomed out in her.
A part of Tyra was afraid that they would be caught, that her people back in Oldsprings would find out she had sold elven wine to, and mated with, an orc! Oddly enough, this fear only seemed to make her body grow hotter and the pleasure she felt spike higher and higher. After a while, she didn’t even bother covering her mouth anymore. Instead, she moaned loudly and pulled down her dress, exposing her modest, but perfectly shaped, tanned breasts to the orc’s eager eyes.
Karthek grunted in appreciation, he hadn’t bothered to use words since he had dragged Tyra over to him, and lowered his square, brutish face towards the elf’s chest just as he bottomed out in her. The elven merchant’s eyes rolled back as his big tongue moved over her stiff, sensitive pink nipples, coating her golden skin with orcish saliva. But while pleasure wracked Tyra’s mind and made her body shudder as an orgasm washed over her, Karthek showed the elf that he wasn’t done yet.
While the elf’s wet, pink folds clenched and unclenched sporadically around Karthek’s big green shaft, he roughly pulled Tyra off of the wagon. The elf released a weak little cry, which was abruptly silenced by the orc as he jammed his tongue down her throat while roughly grabbing onto Tyra’s asscheeks, which had turned a light shade of pink after his testicles had bumped against them so many times.
Although Tyra had a little trouble understanding what was going on, what with her mind swimming in pleasure, she had no problems with returning Karthek’s passionate kiss while grabbing onto his broad shoulders. Before she knew it, the musclebound orc was bouncing her up and down on his stiff monstercock. Uncaring about how sore her stretched snatch was after her climax, in fact her angry, slightly pained, hisses and her nails digging into his shoulders seemed to make him slam her up and down even faster.
Don’t even want to know what kind of sex orcs normally have. Tyra thought to herself, conflicting feelings of pleasure and discomfort raging through her slender form.
Fortunately, Karthek didn’t show her how rough he could really get. While growling lowly into one of Tyra’s pointed ears he climaxed, making the elf gasp as hot, orcish seed suddenly blasted against the pink, twitching walls of her cunt. Within seconds she felt fuller than she ever had before, her stomach was ballooning outwards slightly while more of the sticky white goo flowed out of her overstuffed-pussy, instead coating her legs and filling her boots. Once his climax was finally over, Karthek simply released his hold on Tyra’s rump.
Tyra squealed as she slipped off of the orc’s softening cock and fell onto the soft ground. ‘What was that for?’ she complained while rubbing her side.
‘Clean.’ Karthek grunted, while pointing at his semen and girlcum coated shaft.
‘You could at least say please,’ Tyra grumbled, but when a low, angry rumble escaped the orc’s throat she quickly changed her tune. ‘Fine, fine. I started this, the least I could do is finish you off properly.’
Karthek made a pleased sounds as Tyra wrapped her soft, dainty hands around his half-hard shaft and slowly began to stroke it, before bringing her mouth close to the angry purple crown. While looking up at the orc she opened her mouth and, with some effort, stuffed Karthek’s cockhead into her mouth. She did her best to slide more of his member down her throat, but her gag-reflex quickly kicked in. So instead she settled for teasing Karthek’s bellend with her tongue, doing her best to lap off as much errant strings of spunk and her own girlcum as she could.
An appreciative growl escaped the orc’s throat, and he slowly grew fully erect again. Unfortunately for Tyra that meant his size was just a little too much for her to handle, and after a few minutes her jaw felt sore and she spat Karthek’s cockhead out again. The orcish merchant looked displeased with this, but Tyra wasn’t about to stop. With both hands still wrapped around Karthek’s cock, Tyra lapped it clean, taking long, slow licks from the tip to the base. She did this several times, until Karthek’s member was shining with her saliva. Once she was finished, she looked up at the orc with eager eyes. But was rewarded with a rough shove.
‘You did good, here’s a reward.’ He grunted softly as he rapidly began to jerk himself off.
When Tyra realized what the orc was planning she opened her mouth to try and dissuade him, but she was too late. With a low growl Karthek hit another climax, and Tyra watched as his big balls clenched just before ropes of jizz blasted from the orc’s distended cumslit. She shrieked as the hot, white goop splattered against her slender neck and rained down on her exposed breasts. More of it ended up staining her dress, a few errand drops even ended up landing in her mouth. Once Karthek’s cumshot came to an end the orc nodded in satisfaction and picked up the cylindrical canister.
‘This…this is the stuff alright,’ he said with a clenched jaw, doing his best not to focus on the half-naked, cum-drenched elf. ‘Some of the older warriors will pay top coin for elven wine.’ He explained with a toothy grin.
‘…Glad to be of service.’ Tyra replied as she swallowed the mouthful of Karthek’s spunk.
‘Do you think you could smuggle in another canister like this for me next month?’ Karthek asked hopefully.
‘Only if you keep paying the same amount,’ Tyra said with a shrug, but then her lips tugged up into a little impish grin. ‘And we get to test it every time.’
‘I see no problem with that,’ Karthek replied with a smile just as impish as that of the elf. ‘Though the both of us might need to bring a spare set of clothing.’ He added as he took in his own appearance after his gaze lingered on Tyra’s cum-stained dress for a few moments.
‘Well, that settles it, I’ll see you again in a month.’ Tyra mused as she extended a hand. Karthek clasped it and helped her up, after which he firmly shook it.
Once the deal was struck orc and elf parted ways. Karthek with his half-erect member still hanging out of his ruined trousers, while Tyra tried to fix herself up as best as she could while thinking of an excuse for her appearance to tell the guards…
THE END.
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