[COM] A Campfire Celebration

Vara the Wood Elf and Aribelle the Shieldmaiden celebrate their successful slaying of the Terror of Nebelwode. First with spirits, then with their bodies.

Contains: M/F, big cock, huge breasts, wine play, handjob, blowjob, thighfuck, vaginal sex, excessive cum


Commissioned by anonymous


A Campfire Celebration

A deep, joyous laughter echoed through the Nebelwode. A strange sound, in an accursed place such as this. But then, Vara was never one to stay quiet when it came time to celebrate. His companion, the shieldmaiden Aribelle, seemed more cautious. Peering into the long shadows cast by their roaring campfire while the Wood Elf produced a small cask of his favourite ale from one of his saddlebags.


‘Come now, Aribelle, the fiend that gave these woods their reputation has been slain. By us, might I add.’ He said with a wide, toothy grin as he nodded at the cracked wolf skull tied to the back of the shieldmaiden’s horse. ‘Now, we celebrate!’


‘I’d much rather celebrate when we’re out of this creepy place and have collected our reward from the local guild.’ She grumbled, crossing lean but strong arms across her breastplate.


Still, she couldn’t help but smile whenever she was with the Wood Elf. Vara was tall, tall and broad. Most of the Wood Elves she had encountered were skinny little things, but Vara was blessed with thick, muscular arms and legs, big hands and broad shoulders. He also had a bit of a gut thanks to his love of alcohol, but if anyone thought him slow or weak because of that they would surely regret underestimating him.


‘Oh? Perhaps you would prefer to celebrate our successful hunt in another fashion?’ Vara teased, dark eyes in that broad, expressive face of his glittering impishly.


‘Just shut up and pour me a drink already!’ Aribelle grumbled, but she couldn’t stop her face from turning as red as her hair.


‘In that case…To the Slayers of the Terror of Nebelwode! Aribelle and Vara, the mightiest hunters in the known world!’ Vara roared as he poured both himself and his companion a mug of ale and raised it into the air. ‘And to Cayden Cailean, may he grant me strength, luck and ale!’ Vara added as a sort of impromptu prayer to his God.


As the ale touched her lips, Aribelle couldn’t remember if it had ever tasted this good before. Perhaps Vara was correct in wanting to celebrate their successful hunt right away, it had been a rough couple of days after all. It was then that Aribelle finally leaned back, relaxed and thought about all that had transpired…


Tales concerning “The Terror of Nebelwode” had circled around the area for a while now, the Terror in question being an undead Direwolf. A skeletal creature with only a few scraps of fur still clinging to its form with bright green orbs of hatred burning in its empty sockets. Every night it would leave the misty woods and strike at the surrounding villages, dragging its prey back into the Nebelwode. The locals tried to take care of it themselves, but even if they could succeed in finding the creature they found their weapons had no effect.


When the two of them took the job, Aribelle had done anything she could to prepare for hunting an undead. Equipping herself and Vara with silvered weapons, holy water and charms that were supposed to ward of evil before they headed into the woods. They tracked the beast for three days and three nights, nearly sinking into the Nebelwode’s bogs on several occasions as they tried to follow the Terror’s eyes. But finally, as the sun rose after the third night they cornered the beast and managed to sever its head from its body.


As Aribelle recalled all this, she couldn’t help but glance at Vara again and smile as he eagerly drained his tankard. Surprisingly, the Wood Elf was remarkably quiet and patient whenever they were on a hunt together. The ale might have tasted great, but seeing Vara back to his usual loud, boisterous self was possibly even better. Of course she immediately regretted that thought when Vara caught her staring again.


‘Are you sure I can’t tempt you to continue this celebration in another fashion?’ The Wood Elf as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.


‘I…would prefer to keep drinking.’ Aribelle mumbled as she brought her tankard back to her lips, cheeks burning bright red once again.


‘We can do both…’ Vara mused as he pulled a bottle of fine Elven wine from his saddlebags. ‘I remember how much you enjoyed the taste of this last time. Oh, the stories I could tell!’ He sighed.


‘Fine!’ Aribelle roared, but quickly lowered her voice despite the fact that they were the only ones around for miles. ‘Fine, as long as it gets you to stop...talking.’ She grumbled as she rose to her feet and slowly sauntered towards Vara, struggling with the clasps of her armour as she moved.


‘Now you and I both know I can’t do that!’ Vara chuckled, yet fell silent when Aribelle’s breastplate hit the forest floor with a dull *THUD*.


Aribelle’s fiery red hair was collected in a braid that reached her lower back, a few loose strands framed a pale face with sharp, hardened features yet the several years of fighting and hunting hadn’t detracted from her beauty. In fact, the freckles on her cheeks combined with her bright blue eyes would almost make Vara describe her as “cute”. Almost because her body was slender, but packed with powerful, lean muscles and she was far curvier than her armour would suggest. Which was proven when the shieldmaiden unwrapped the cloth keeping her breasts bound.


‘Can I pour myself a cup?’ Vara asked while he suggestively glanced at her cleavage.


‘Honestly, I think I prefer getting that liquid courage first.’ Aribelle sighed as she looked longingly at the bottle of wine in Vara’s hand.


‘What, and miss seeing you blush?’ The Wood Elf teased. ‘No chance!’


‘Fine!’ Aribelle sighed in defeat as she dropped to her knees next to Vara, now only dressed in her leather, metal-studded skirt and greaves. ‘Just make this quick.’ She grumble while she pushed her huge, freckled melons together with her elbows.


‘...No.’ Vara answered after a moment of contemplation, and he began to pour the wine over Aribelle’s tits, looking on thirstily as the red liquid spilled over her pale, freckled tits and gathered in her cleavage.


With a smug grin, the Wood Elf shoved his face between the shieldmaiden’s huge, freckled tits and began to loudly slurp up the wine. Aribelle simply rolled her eyes as she pushed breasts around Vara’s face, but her cheeks continued to burn a bright red and she couldn’t help but glance at the bulging crotch of Vara’s trousers as soon as he pulled his head back.


‘All these years and that is still the finest cup I’ve ever drank wine from!’ Vara exclaimed happily as he wiped his chin and nodded towards Aribelle’s wine dripping jugs.


‘My turn!’ Aribelle grunted as she suddenly pushed Vara onto his back.


Caught by surprise, the Wood Elf didn’t resist as Aribelle crawled on top of him and began pulling his tunic over his head to reveal the powerful muscles that were hiding underneath it, as well as a small layer of fat. Figuring that turnabout is fair play, Aribelle poured the Elven wine over his chest and watched as it trickled down towards his stomach. Not wanting to give herself the time to think about what she had just done, the shieldmaiden began to paw at Vara’s broad chest as she eagerly lapped the expensive wine from his body. Trailing kisses down over his stomach, and using her tongue to tease out any wine that had ended up in his bellybutton, before stopping at his bulging crotch.


‘Now I don’t think anything made it that far!’ Vara mused as he looked on with an expression of delight, hands folded behind his back as he simply relaxed and let it all happen.


‘I should probably make sure.’ Aribelle whispered, her hot breath wafting over Vara’s bulging crotch as she dug her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and began to pull them down.


Vara’s member slapped Aribelle in the face, and the brave shieldmaiden couldn’t help but flinch. The tanned pole was long and fat, much like the Wood Elf it was attached to, but like Vara said there wasn’t a drop of wine on it. Not that that fact stopped Aribelle from gently wrapping her hand around the thick, heavy shaft before she began to stroke it. It had been a long, stressful hunt and, judging from the fat clear globs of precum that were flowing from the Wood Elf’s cumslit and sticking to her fingers, Vara was quite pent up because of it.


‘It’s true, I don’t see any wine. But it’s quite sticky.’ Aribelle said softly, as if embarrassed to utter the words.


‘Perhaps you should taste it just to make sure?’ Vara replied loudly, clearly enjoying the fact that it all embarrassed Aribelle greatly.


Aribelle’s head snapped around as if someone had heard him, her red braid swaying as she scanned the woods. As expected, there wasn’t anyone around. So with a grunt she quickly wrapped her other hand around the Wood Elf’s thick pole as well and began to jerk him off with both hands, milking more hot, clear precum from his nuts. Only when both his shaft and her hands were shining with the silvery fluid did she follow her companion’s advice and slowly lowered her face towards his big, shining cockhead.


The shieldmaiden’s lips stretched quite a bit as she had trouble stuffing the Wood Elf’s fat cock into her mouth, but she managed. A soft gag emanated from her throat as she tried to stuff it down her throat, but she couldn’t quite manage it. Not that Vara seemed to mind, he moaned softly as he laid back and watched it all unfold. Precum still flowing from his distended cumslit to lubricate Aribelle’s throat.


Never one to give up easily, Aribelle continued to jerk Vara off while she furiously bobbed her head up and down his shaft. The occasional gag still exploded from her throat along with a large helping of saliva, precum and throat slime, but inch after inch did slowly disappear down her now bulging throat. She managed to come as far as the halfway mark before Vara suddenly roared!


Aribelle’s eyes widened as the walls of her throat were suddenly pelted with hot streamers of thick white spunk. By reflex, she tried to swallow it all. But she was woefully unprepared for the amount of jizz that the Wood Elf had stored in his balls. To make matters worse, Vara grabbed onto her head with one hand while he swiped the bottle of wine with the other.


‘Don’t swallow it! Try not to swallow it all!’ He croaked as his body shivered in pleasure, a strained, but impish, grin on his face.


Aribelle tried to comply, but it was easier said than done. Within seconds strings of semen with the consistency of syrup ended up running from the corners of her mouth and splattered either on the forest floor or Vara’s trousers. Some of it even ended up running from her nostrils! By the time the Wood Elf finished shooting his load her cheeks were bulging comically and Vara carefully pulled his dick out of her mouth and rose to his feet, ropes of jizz suspended between his cock and the shieldmaiden’s lips growing longer and longer as he moved before finally snapping when he rose to his full height.


‘Now open your mouth…’ Vara ordered, still with that smile on his face.


Aribelle complied and immediately a small waterfall of semen passed her lips, even as she leaned her head back. The freckles on her chest disappeared underneath a layer of the white, sticky slime. Vara’s member hadn’t gone down in the slightest and at the sight of this, it gave a jerk so powerful that the ropes of cum still hanging from it ended up falling onto Aribelle’s upturned face. Just when the shieldmaiden began to wonder what the point of all this, the taste of fine Elven wine joined the salty taste of Vara’s jizz as the Wood Elf poured some in her mouth.


‘...now swallow!’ Vara finally said.


It was easier said than done for Aribelle, in fact it took more than one throat bulging, eye watering gulp before her mouth was finally empty. Not for the first time tonight, she felt her face flush. Though this time it was more due to arousal and alcohol than embarrassment and she proudly showed Vara her empty mouth.


‘Very good!’ The Wood Elf praised her. ‘Now how did that taste?’ He asked.


‘Perhaps you would like to try yourself?’ Aribelle asked while crossing her powerful arms underneath her huge, cum-dripping bust.


‘No thank you, I prefer to drink my spirits undiluted by any water and the like.’ He replied as he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand.


At that point, Aribelle managed to catch him off guard by giving him yet another shove. With his trousers still around his ankles, Vara easily lost his balance and fell on his ass. Although he hadn’t dropped the bottle and was in fact still drinking from it as if nothing had happened. It didn’t bother Aribelle, she crawled on top of the big Elf and pulled his member underneath the leather, metal-studded skirt she was wearing and for the first time tonight Vara’s eyes widened in surprise as his erection was pushed against the shieldmaiden’s bare, drooling cunt.


‘Fighting and hunting always gets me…excited,’ Aribelle admitted quietly, now brave enough to admit this thanks to the drink. ‘That’s why I never wear any underwear while we go out on hunts like these.’ She added, as if it wasn’t obvious enough already, while she began to rub her cunt against the Wood Elf’s monstercock.


Trapped between his own belly and Aribelle’s hot, dripping honeypot, it took no time at all before silvery precum once again began to leak from Vara’s cocktip. Spilling over his belly and the shieldmaiden’s plump, darkened labia. Feeling the clear, gelatinous goop touch her lower lips was enough to briefly stop Aribelle in her tracks as she gasped and shivered in pleasure. A pause which Vara gladly took advantage of as he put the, now empty bottle, down and wrapped his big hands around Aribelle’s slim waist.

‘Then I suppose I should help you take care of your excitement.’ The Wood Elf rumbled pleasantly as he effortlessly got to his feet, pulling the shieldmaiden along with him as if she weighed nothing.


Despite his bold proclamation, the both of them just stood there for a while. Vara’s monstrous, precum-drooling cock still trapped between Aribelle’s thick, strong thighs. There it throbbed incessantly until, surprisingly, Aribelle took charge of the situation by gently moving her hips back and forth, sliding the slick pole between her muscular thighs as it continued to pulse against her aroused cunt. 


Vara quickly decided to follow her lead and soon he was furiously fucking the redhead’s thighs. Precum splattered against the underside of the shieldmaiden’s freckled asscheeks and ran down the back of her legs while strings of her own girlcum ended up suspended between her slit and the Wood Elf’s monstercock, the both of them were clearly aroused...but they desired more.


‘Screw this…’ Vara finally grumbled as he shifted his grip on Aribelle’s body, instead digging his thick fingers in her firm asscheeks.


The redhead released a little squeal of surprise as the Wood Elf suddenly picked her up, but got the hint and wrapped her arms around his neck and her long, strong legs around his waist as he lined his prick up with her drooling cunt. In one smooth movement Vara rammed his monstercock into Aribelle’s snatch, who accepted it gratefully as clear girlcum ended up spraying liberally over his crotch. Moans of pleasure from both Aribelle and Vara echoed through the forest, accompanied by the obscene, wet sucking sounds of the Wood Elf’s long, thick pole hammering into the redhead’s dripping cunny.


Despite the exhausting hunt, neither hunter seemed to have the desire to slow down or get into a more comfortable position. Aribelle’s head had long since gone blank thanks to the combination of fine Elven Wine and the constant pleasure coursing through her body. Vara, meanwhile, was completely focused on draining his balls again. His screaming arms, legs and shoulders faded into the background while he focused on the shieldmaiden’s huge, bouncing tits and the way het flat, muscular stomach bulged out whenever he forced his entire length inside of her.


In the end, neither of them were sure just how much time had passed since Vara picked Aribelle up. Nor did they particularly care when the Wood Elf released a victorious howl as he rammed his member inside of the shieldmaiden’s slit one last time.The bulge that was pushing out Aribelle’s stomach grew a little larger as rope after rope of thick, white spunk was blasted straight into her womb…only to abruptly shrink again as the redhead’s own orgasm forced Vara’s cum out of her twitching, climaxing cunt.


When their respective orgasms finally came to an end, the both of them collapsed to the forest floor. Aribelle’s landing was, thankfully, soft. Vara’s less so, but he could not complain what with having such a beautiful redhead lying on top of him. Neither of them moved or spoke, basking in the afterglow as Vara’s excessive cum seeped from Aribelle’s clenching and unclenching pussy.


‘We should celebrate all our successful hunts like this!’ Vara broke the silence, his mirthful laughter resounding through the quiet night.


‘I agree.’ Aribelle murmured softly, though she would no doubt regret her choice of words once she was sober. But at the moment, she was far too tired and far too content to worry about it as her eyelids slowly began to droop... 


‘...Ari?’ Vara mused, shaking the redhead on top of him. ‘Aribelle?’ When she still showed no signs of waking up, the Wood Elf simply shrugged his shoulders as best as he could and tried to get comfortable. ‘Well, who cares. I couldn’t have asked for a better blanket!’ He joked to himself as he waited for sleep to claim him…


THE END