After a tough fight, Imerene the Drow Cleric and Owain the Human decide to celebrate in their usual way. It doesn't take long before some of the other members of the Shaded Six join in.
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Contains: M/F, Drow, femdom, handjob, blowjob, throatfuck, excessive cum, vaginal sex, futanari.
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The Shaded Six’s Celebration
‘Raargh!’ Owain roared as he grabbed his longsword with both hands and slammed it through the Dragon’s eye. It roared in defiance and jerked its head roughly to the side, before it finally passed on.
The rest of the party dropped whatever spells they were casting, while those close enough quickly got out of the way of the large, red-scaled body, before they released a victorious cheer. Even as Owain soared through the sky and hit the ground with a deafening, painful sounding *CLANG*. Fortunately for him their Cleric, Imerine, was already there. Her features obscured by her white and gold cloak, the hood drawn up despite the heat.
Ash coloured hands that bordered on silver in the right light appeared and painted symbols in the air, while a soft but strong feminine voice spoke a prayer. What wounds Owain had suffered during the battle closed, though his armour was ruined and he was covered in ash and soot. Imerine produced her waterskin and looked down at Owain’s dirt streaked face, he had apparently lost his helmet during the fight, and unceremoniously dumped the contents of her waterskin over the human.
In doing so she revealed a handsome, broad face with a square jaw covered in stubble. Owain’s dark eyes shot open to stare up into the vibrant grey eyes of Imerene, who simply looked at him with pursed black lips and a bored expression on her face. Owain showed his teeth in a fierce grin and shot up, grabbing onto the simple white dress Imerene wore and tore it down to free her shapely breasts.
‘Oh Gods…here we go again.’ Arivel muttered as she watched her brave leader wrap his lips around one of the Drow’s stiff nipples.
She watched as the Drow didn’t move in response, or even scream indignantly, as the human drooled all over her chest. Arivel couldn’t remember how it had started. She believed that Owain had wanted to see the Drow lose her composure and began with playing simple pranks on her, which quickly spiraled out of control and escalated into something lewder. But if anything, Imerene would just taunt him and egg him on whenever he got into one of those moods.
‘Could she be…enjoying this?’ Arivel asked no one in particular as she tucked a red strand of hair behind a pointed ear.
‘You can play at being a voyeur another time,’ Lavena’s voice called out as she grabbed Arivel’s wrists and pulled her along with her. ‘For now, we need your help with this.’
This clearly being the dragon’s corpse. A sleepy looking human woman with long blonde hair was instructing a woman with grey-green skin that was easily a head taller than her how to remove the scales. Maria, their wizard, and Shori, a Half-Orc who fought on the front lines like Owain but there was far less grace to it and a lot more rage. Both of them had the grey number six on a black patch stitched onto their clothes something, just like the rest of the party. The symbol of their group, “The Shaded Six”, a name acquired due to their many jobs in the Underdark.
Both of them were dismantling the dragon as quickly as they could, Arivel merely looked up at Lavena in confusion. The tall, tanned woman simply dropped to her haunches next to the great red beast and threw her green cloak back to show a couple of daggers strapped to her thigh as well as a thick, shapely ass contained in black leather armour. From which Arivel quickly glanced away.
‘Look, even with all the money the locals have put together for us to slay this “Cinderwing”, it still won’t be enough to make up for all the resources we’ve used,’ the full blooded Elf explained as she took out one of her daggers and began cutting into the dragon. ‘Luckily, Maria has some contacts that are willing to lay down a lot of gold for anything we can cut off this thing. So get to work!’ She growled, voice straining as she cut into the tough dragon hide.
‘Huh? What about them?’ Arivel asked, and she couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice as she glanced at Owain and Imerene.
‘I’d say they’ve earned it this time, that battle was tough for all of us. Now stop complaining and get down here!’ Lavena snapped as she grabbed Arivel’s wrist again and yanked her down.
Normally the redhead was quick enough to slip away, but this time she was far too distracted by the human and the Drow to do so. As a result, she landed on her rear next to Lavena who pushed the handle of a dagger into her hands and started to instruct her on the ways to best remove a dragon’s scales and drain its body of blood. But the Half-Elf wasn’t really listening as she kept glancing in the direction of her other party members…
* * * *
‘Are you quite done?’ Imerene asked, sounding almost bored. ‘I swear, are all you humans such children when a pair of tits is involved?’ She sighed as she began to undo Owain’s armour while he drooled all over her breasts.
Despite the fact that several parts were missing, it still took the Drow a lot of time and effort to remove it. Partially because a lot of the armour had been dinged up or molten in the fight with Cinderwing, but mostly because Owain was being no help at all what with him clinging to her like a child and sucking on her nipples. Once Imerene was finished, Owain was still wearing his greaves, gauntlets and battered breastplate, but it served for what the Drow had in mind.
‘Well then, let us see if everything still works, shall we?’ She mused as she fished out the human’s erect shaft with one hand while she used the other to stroke his dark hair.
While the rest of the party was busying themselves carving bits out of Cinderwing, Imerene was jerking Owain off and didn’t care who was watching. Although she was sure that someone was, that Half-Elf girl that would get them into places they weren’t meant to be always seemed to enjoy the show. Even now Imerene noticed her glance towards them occasionally, and the Drow’s plump black lips tugged up into an impish little grin as she squeezed Owain’s member. He grunted in pain around her nipple, but shot a hot lance of precum all over Imerene’s fingers nonetheless.
‘You human males are so strange…’ Imerene complained as she used Owain’s precum as lubrication, while grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head away from her chest to give him a hot, passionate kiss. Nipping slightly at his tongue and lips as they explored each other’s mouths.
While Imerene’s continued to work her hand up and down Owain’s shaft, still squeezing it occasionally to coax more precum from it, her other hand released his dark hair and instead trailed down his armoured chest and stomach before she wrapped it around his cock as well. For the next few minutes she jerked the human off with both hands while he grunted and moaned in her mouth. But as soon as she felt Owain’s member swell between her hands, she squeezed his cock tightly to keep him from cumming just yet, while pulling one hand away to grab onto his nuts. Imerene massaged those gently for about three seconds, before giving them a squeeze too. Which was apparently just what the human needed.
Owain broke the kiss with a dark grunt of pleasure, thick ropes of cum exploding from his cumslit and splattering all over Imerene’s hand while simultaneously ruining her simple white dress. The Drow merely clicked her tongue and shook her head in response, yet didn’t stop jerking the human off until he had fired every last drop of sperm. Once he was done, Imerene pushed Owain away and loudly sucked her fingers clean.
‘Was that all?’ Imerene teased as she glanced at Owain’s flagging erection. ‘Perhaps I can help you with your little problem, and you can properly thank me for saving your life.’
‘Why you…’ Owain growled, the first words he had spoken since Imerene healed him, and laid his gauntleted hands on the Drow’s slim shoulders before he pushed her down on her knees.
‘It is so easy to wound your pride,’ Imerene teased as she pushed her face close to Owain’s member and gave it a little kiss. ‘But I do hope you use that rage of yours once you are capable of it.’
With those words, Imerene parted her black-painted lips as far as she could and stuffed Owain’s softening shaft into her mouth and began to suck on it ravenously. The Drow moaned and groaned around it as if it was the most delectable thing she had ever tasted, only extracting it from her throat occasionally to gasp for air and give the human’s balls wet, sloppy kisses. Unsurprisingly, after a treatment like that, Owain’s member quickly began to swell in Imerene’s throat.
* * * *
‘Oh fuck!’ Arivel groaned as she watched the spectacle that was unfolding several feet away from her.
‘What is wrong, did you cut yourself?’ Lavena asked as she casually stripped another scale off of Cinderwing’s corpse.
‘N-no…’ Arivel moaned as she tried to adjust the tube-like bulge that was running down her left trouser-leg. But it was no use, the tan trouser were far too tight and perfectly showed the outline of the “blessing” she had gotten from the Elven Gods.
‘Every time…’ Growled Lavena as her bright green eyes noticed the Half-Elf’s “predicament”. ‘Fine, go take care of that!’
‘Thank…thank you!’ Arivel muttered, her cheeks nearly as red as her hair as she snuck away to a boulder closer to the action.
There she pulled her tight trousers down and freed the large cock that sat above her drenched cunt. If Owain and Imerel heard the young Half-Elf gasping for breath while she loudly jerked herself off, it clearly didn’t bother them. Although the Drow did extract the human’s fat pole from her mouth to address him about something.
* * * *
‘Now, I think it is your turn to show me a good time, don’t you?’ Imerene asked with a stern expression on her face, the ropes of drool and precum hanging from her lips didn’t diminish the effect in the least.
‘Of course!’ Owain replied excitedly as he reached down to pick Imerene up, but all he got in response was a swat on his cock. He yelped in response, but the Drow didn’t miss the ropes of precum that landed in the grass in front of her.
‘Not yet, you idiot,’ Imerene growled. ‘First, I wish for you to fuck my face until you cum. And do it like you mean it!’
It wasn’t something she needed to tell Owain twice. Even though he seemed to enjoy the rough way in which the Drow played with his dick, Owain was clearly eager to get back at her. With a dark grunt, Owain pulled Imerene’s hood down causing the Drow to hiss in pain and narrow her eyes in response to her face being warmed by the sun. Owain then roughly grasped her pale hair and shoved his prick past her plush black lips, causing the Drow to gag.
With another shove, Owain’s entire length was forced down Imerene’s now-bulging throat, forcing spit from her mouth while his balls smacked against the Drow’s dainty chin. Another muffled gag passed Imerene’s throat, but she didn’t appear to be too bothered by having her throat stretched by the human’s fat dick. In fact, Imerene quickly reached out to grab Owain’s rear and dug her nails into his muscular asscheeks as she began to shove her head back and forth in rhythm with Owain’s thrusts.
‘Ah! Watch the nails, would you!’ Owain shouted, and of course Imerene just dug her nails in deeper as she slammed her head back and forth. ‘Gods damn it!’ Owain growled in pain as he pulled on Imerene’s hair and did her best to match the Drow’s movements...
* * * *
A little ways away, Arivel was still furiously jerking herself off. The sounds of Imerene’s wet gags echoed through the clearing where they had fought Cinderwing and the Half-Elf couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have someone choking on her cock like that. Drool ran down the Cleric’s chin and splattered onto her chest, or strands of it would connect to Owain’s testicles and fly everywhere whenever he pulled his hips back again.
‘Why must they always make such a spectacle of things…’ Lavena wondered, and Arivel nearly slipped off the boulder she was sitting on from surprise.
‘L-Lavena, what’s wrong? Didn’t you tell me to take care of this?’ Arivel asked as she nodded down towards her erection even as she tried, and failed, to cover it with her hands.
‘I did,’ The Elf answered matter-of-factly. ‘But work appears to have come to a standstill…’
Looking over to the corpse of Cinderwing, Arivel noticed Shori sitting proudly on the wyrm’s massive head with her thick, muscular thighs spread wide. Maria’s blonde head was between them, eagerly lapping at the Half-Orc’s soaked snatch while the taller woman was attentively watching Owain and Imerene’s display. When Shori noticed the Half-Elf looking at her, she flashed her a smile that showed off her tusks and gave a little wave before returning her attention to the human and the Drow.
‘I-I see…’ Arivel muttered awkwardly as she glanced from Shori and Maria, to Owain and Imerene before finally glancing over her shoulder at Lavena. Then, quickly, she looked to the ground. Uncertain on what to do next.
‘Anyway, I figured I would aid you,’ Lavena continued, pushing her modest chest against Arivel’s back while her hands snaked down towards the Half-Elf’s crotch. Pushing Arivel’s hands away and wrapping her own around the redhead’s shaft. ‘After all, the quicker we can get this done. The quicker we can return to dismantling Cinderwing’s remains.’
‘Of course…’ Arivel replied. That was Lavena for you, ever the romantic…
* * * *
During all this, Imerene’s face had turned several shades of grey darker as Owain continued to plough her throat. Tears of effort streamed down her cheeks, eventually joining the mess of drool that clung from her jawline, but Owain was relentless. After all, the Drow had told him to fuck her face like he meant it. And he wasn’t about to disappoint her, even though her tearful eyes rapidly started to lose focus. When Imerene’s hands suddenly fell away from his ass, Owain felt a sudden pang of worry and began to slow down…
…Only to very rapidly speed up again when he noticed Imerene glaring up at him. Her hands having disappeared between her thighs to pet her aroused, dripping slit. The sound of her fingers stirring her honeypot were nearly as loud as the Drow’s own muffled moans and obscene, wet gagging sounds whenever Owain hammered his shaft down her throat. After a few more minutes of this, Imerene’s eyes started to lose focus again. But not because she was about to pass out, like Owain initially feared.
With a loud, muffled moan Imerene stopped moving her head back and forth as her whole body twitched and trembled, a powerful orgasm no doubt washing over her. Fortunately for Owain, the Drow quickly regained her composure. Like she always did. Imerene quickly made up what little time she had lost to Owain, and even began to fondle and tease his balls with fingers that were now wet with her own juices. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take Owain much longer to cum after that.
While holding on tightly to Imerene’s hair, Owain fired thick, hot ropes of semen down the Drow’s throat. Enough that, despite his previous orgasm, a lot of his white seed ended up running from the corners of the Cleric’s mouth. Having recovered from her own climax already, Imerene simply glared up at Owain in annoyance…but swallowed the salty white goop anyway. Once she swallowed every last drop, Imerene started to pull her head back and a dazed Owain happily released his hold on her hair.
‘Now,’ Imerene croaked as she spat out Owain’s cockhead, strings of spit and cum suspended between her lips and his shaft as she spoke. ‘I do believe it is time for the main event…’
‘Uh…what?’ Owain mumbled, still coming down from his orgasm.
Imerene merely sighed and slowly rose to her feet, and then suddenly shoved Owain. Despite the fact that she was quite a bit shorter than the human, she caught him by surprise and he landed on his ass with a surprised grunt. He looked up at the Drow in confusion, but she simply responded by placing one boot-clad foot against his chest which she used to push him onto his back.
Now that Owain was in the correct position, Imerene grabbed the hemline of her dress and hiked it up to show him the absolutely drenched state of her muff. Then, with a grin, she straddled the human’s hips and slowly began to lower her body. Not stopping until the tip of Owain’s fat erection brushed against the plump, darkened lips of her pussy. He was still rock hard, despite the fact Imerene had just milked another load from him.
‘Good, that’s just what I like to see!’ Imerene growled while she rubbed her cunt against Owain’s shaft. ‘You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn to have mine!’ With those words, the Drow sat down abruptly on the human’s cock. Slamming his entire length in her aroused twat.
Owain was already grunting as Imerene’s wet folds clenched and unclenched around his cock, but the Drow herself wasn’t moving. Instead, she sat there smirking at him while she swiped a finger across her jaw, collecting any errand strands of jizz with it before sucking the digit clean. Owain watched it, intrigued, but was eager for more and began to wiggle his lower body in a desperate attempt to fuck Imerene.
‘Ah, I see you have some energy yet!’ The Drow responded with an eager little smirk. ‘Why did you not say so? I would have started sooner!’
With those words, Imerene rose her hips up high to reveal Owain’s dick now shining with her juices. She let him enjoy the view for a moment, before slamming her hips down with enough force that the impact of her rear against Owain’s legs would no doubt leave a bruise. If it bothered Owain, however, he didn’t try to stop the Drow when she raised her hips to do it again…and again…and again.
‘Such an…impressive specimen…’ Imerene gasped as she rode Owain like an animal. The sound of her ass slapping against his legs echoing through the clearing while her tits jiggled and shook. ‘I knew it was the right decision to join the five of you!’
‘I…know…’ Owain grunted. ‘You say…the same thing…every time!’ He added in a strangled tone of voice as beads of precum started to leak from the tip of his dick.
Imerene leaned down to push her chest against Owain’s, her ass raised in the air as she rode the human’s pole with shorter, more rapid thrusts. Her nails clawed at his broad shoulders and she brought her lips close to one of his ears. Sucking lovingly at the earlobe as she whispered something in Owain’s ears.
‘Shush, pet. Don’t ruin this by talking.’ She teased, before biting on his earlobe. Hard.
It was enough to send Owain over the edge as he cried out in orgasm. Imerene’s eyes widened in surprise as jets of hot, viscous seed painted her pink folds absolutely white. She swore she could feel her stomach swell slightly due to Owain’s prodigious load, which was enough to make her body jerk and twitch again as she felt an all too familiar heat in the pit of her stomach. The Drow’s own orgasm forced some of Owain’s semen from her cunt, coating the insides of her grey thighs, but the human managed to quickly replace it as he seemed intent on finally dumping every last drop of his cum inside of the Cleric.
When their respective orgasms finally ended and Imerene slumped down on top of Owain, they heard two more cries of pleasure…
* * * *
Sitting on top of Cinderwing’s skull, Shori was groping one of her fat tits while her other hand was busy holding Maria’s face between her thighs. Even as said thighs threatened to crush the blonde’s head when the Half-Orc roared in pleasure. Her muscular body trembling as Maria’s tongue brought her to orgasm.
A few feet away, still atop the boulder, was Arivel getting a handjob from Lavena. The Half-Elf held out a little longer than Shori, but Arivel’s orgasm was fast approaching. Sensing this somehow, Lavena began to gently rub the Half-Elf’s cockhead with one hand while she continued to jerk her off. It did not take long before Arivel’s scream of pleasure joined the Half-Orc’s as her shaft swelled in Lavena’s hands and shot a hot, sticky load into the grass in front of her. As well as all over Lavena’s hands.
Once the redhead’s balls were drained, Lavena wiped her hands clean on her trousers while a sleepy Arivel was leaning back against her. Shori had finally released Maria’s head and was trying to find a comfortable spot to lie down, while Owain and Imerene hadn’t moved at all.
‘I don’t think we’ll finish dismantling the corpse today…’ Lavena sighed in defeat.
THE END
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