Three's Company
Sweaty and sticky with their combined fluids Alassë and her pet Gnoll warrior finish another prolonged session of lovemaking and settle down for the quarter hour until they will come untied. This trend had repeated many times through the night and morning since the party had returned to the small and nameless town, much to the dismay of the villagers.
The villagers were dismayed of course because of the party's newest addition. Namely the Gnoll warrior, one of the same Gnolls they had been sent to kill or drive away, who had been lustfully groping and fondling the attractive elven Alassë in full public view. Nonetheless Fortus the dwarven Cleric refused to comment on the matter and merely asserted that the Gnolls would not bother the village again.
"The one will just keep bothering us." He adds under his breath. Urgath had predictably offered to kill the beast several times and had taken to offering again at every opportunity. This was most likely a side effect of having the room next to Alassë and being kept up all night by their passionate rutting. In addition she had gained a marked disinterest in clothing and had attended breakfast in a bed sheet before disappearing back into her room for another session.
As the Gnoll's knot begins to shrink there is a knock on the door and the gruff and disapproving voice of Fortus can be heard through the wood.
"Oi! Degenerates!" He says (can't you just feel the love) "We're having a party meetin' down in the common room. For the love of Moradin would you put on some clothes this time?" With that he can be heard stumping away. Alassë snorts and gives an experimental tug of her hips.
After a few such tugs she pops free of his quickly disappearing knot and revels in the now familiar release of pressure and warmth. She smiles at the Gnoll warrior momentarily then sets about finding something to wear.
"You know we don't talk nearly enough." She says as she digs through the clothing she had left at the inn. She discards several of her normal robes, finding them too constricting and heavy, and pulls out a much lighter and all together more scandalous garment that may have been intended as a nightgown.
"What language do Gnolls speak anyway?" The new robe falls to mid-thigh and is made from red silk to match her hair. The material is thin and clings to her curves pleasingly, leaving little to the imagination. Alassë doesn't bother with undergarments as they would just get in the way when she returns to the rutting. With her legs uncovered by the short robe she decides to pull on a pair of white silk stockings that end just two inches below the bottom of the robe, exposing a thin strip of bronzed thigh in between.
The Gnoll says something incomprehensible in his own rasping guttural tongue and laughs his yipping hyena chuckle. He then gets dressed by the simple expedient of putting on his loincloth and strapping on his hide armor over his chest. His heavy iron bound club is clipped to a loop over his shoulder to hang down his back.
Upon arrival they had no few problems with the Gnoll's simple attire, especially when coupled with his sizeable manhood when aroused and his lack of decorum. The initial groping in the inn common room had led to very visible signs of his arousal which quickly had them fleeing to the bedroom from a pack of outraged moral guardians.
Both of them now fully dressed, if slightly more daring than before the last mission, they head down into the common room to attend the meeting. Alassë sweeps down the stairs confidently, with her Gnoll in tow to meet the various shades of disapproval of her party. Reivan the human rogue seems mildly discomfited by the Gnoll's presence, after all he is the one that stomped him into the mud in the ambush. Urgath radiates pure jealousy and has a pained look in his eyes every time the Gnoll touches her with his easy air of familiarity, worse when he does so and she smiles at him. Fortus merely glares at them with the kind of damnation only the deeply religious can muster.
"Nice to see you finally decided to join us." The dwarf mutters.
"I sense tension. Is something wrong?" Alassë responds mockingly, running one hand along the Gnoll's ruff of hair. Fortus snorts.
"You know very well what is wrong, but clearly I'm not going to get through to you so we'll ignore it for now." He spreads a map out on the table and points to another small town a few leagues from their current location.
"We've gotten word of a pack of Weresharks over in this area."
"Weresharks? Why would anyone ever want to be a wereshark?" Urgath exclaims incredulously. "I mean there must be plenty of perfectly deadly land animals to be." Reivan and Alassë laughs at this comment but Fortus is un-amused.
"Silly they may be, but deadly all the same. What I think we need to do is..." Fortus assumes a droning tone of voice as he begins speaking about strategy and the logistics of fighting such ridiculous creatures. Alassë suddenly perks up as she feels a rough paw on her buttocks. The Gnoll gives a short lick to the back of one of her pointed ears and wriggles his paw under her.
"... you have to watch out for the... " Fortus continues. Alassë pulls up the back of her short robe in response the Gnoll's probing and he quickly wriggles his way underneath her until his paw reaches her slit. She has still not entirely recovered from the night of frantic lovemaking and his finger slides easily through her lips which have become slightly stretched by the Gnoll's massive member.
"... and be sure not to..." Fortus pulls out a diagram of lycanthrope anatomy but Alassë is uninterested and merely nods in what she hopes are the appropriate places. The Gnoll's rough pad plunges into her moist folds right up to the knuckle of his hand. His claw snags slightly on her walls but tickles her pleasingly. She starts to feel flushed from arousal and hopes the others won't notice the blood suffusing her face.
"... shiny rubbery skin..." A second finger slides into her passage and Alassë gives a small shudder and chokes down a moan. The Gnoll nips at the nape of her neck with his front teeth and she caresses his great furry head. The two intruding digits push deeper into her walls, his finger pads rubbing on her moist folds.
His fingers begin to thrust into her as best they can from underneath, pulsing into her rhythmically. Faster and faster he presses into and out of her slit. Alassë finds it more and more difficult to suppress her moaning as her climax quickly builds. Urgath sniffs several times in confusion, trying to place the strange smell, so very familiar.
Alassë buries her head in the Gnoll's shoulder and lets out a single low moan of pleasure, unable to contain herself any longer. The fingers dig deeper into her passage, rub against the rough patch of her G-spot, and throws her into climax. The rush of fluids soaks the Gnoll's furry paw and sinks into the cushions with a soft squelch.
As her orgasm washes over her Alassë sighs with contentment and leans into the Gnoll warrior's arms. Urgath suddenly realizes what he smells and his pained expression takes on new levels of awkward. Fortus turns from his diagrams and plans to confront the lovers.
"Can't you contain yourself for five minutes woman?!" He bellows, "Take your blasted pet and get out of my sight before you cause another scene." He gestures wildly as he speaks and indicates the Gnoll's swiftly rising bulge under his loincloth.
"... wha-? Oh right, right..." Alassë mumbles in confusion. The Gnoll pulls his hand out of her crotch and begins slurping the fluids off his fingers lewdly.
"Don't be such a prude Fortus, he's just showing his affection." Alassë says lightly, rising from the couch with Gnoll in tow. She has to pull her short robe back down from where it has bunched up about her hips. Her soaking wet slit is in full view for just a moment but Urgath makes a choking noise as he tries to swallow his envy.
The two head back upstairs, leaving envy and frustration in their wake for another session of wild, noisy sex. The Inn master sighs as he hears the rhythmic pounding start up again from upstairs as the headboard of Alassë's bead smacks repeatedly into the wall, interspersed with the Gnoll's fearsome growling and the Elf's unashamed moaning.
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Several hours later the lovers are dozing. Both of them are naked and Alassë's legs and thighs are splattered with drying cum. She lies in the bed enjoying the warmth of his enfolding embrace as she snuggles into the Gnoll's furry chest. There is a soft, hesitant knock on the door.
"Uh, Alassë? Can I talk to you for a second?" Urgath says quietly, his voice muffled by the intervening wood.
Without bothering to dress Alassë squirms out from under the Gnoll's heavy paw and goes to the door. She lifts the latch and opens the wooden door wide, Urgath chokes. Her slim elven body, toned and tanned by her adventuring lifestyle, her small perky breasts with tiny pink nipples still hard, even the sticky splatter of cum oozing down her legs, all of it serves to intoxicate the brutish Orc. For many long moments he just stares at her goggle eyed as his member snaps to rigid attention in his pants. Alassë giggles at the sight of the bulge.
"Urgath! Snap out of it! Did you come to tell me something?" She snaps her fingers in front of his eyes and he blinks.
"Yeah yeah... I just..." he clears his throats.
"I came to tell you that I found out what language Gnoll's speak. It's Abbysal." He tries not to look directly at her wanton nudity, it makes it difficult to continue speaking. A little thrill goes through Alassë at his words though. Now that she knows the language it is a simple matter of using a spell to translate
She realizes with a small shock that Urgath is painfully erect beneath his loose canvas pants, and that she is standing in front of him naked. Just a few days ago she never would have considered such a display of wanton disregard for propriety, but her wild lovemaking with the Gnoll had dashed all of her inhibitions.
"So I guess... I guess I'll get going..." Urgath says awkwardly, still averting his eyes from Alassë's body. She smiles slightly and grabs him by the front of the shirt, pulling him in to kiss her. He gives a muffled shout of surprise that quickly fades away as their tongues twist together.
"I've been cruel to you, haven't I Urgath?" She says, pulling up for air from the passionate kiss. He still holds her firmly, her naked body pressed to him. She can feel the bulge of his cock against her legs, throbbing through the rough fabric.
"Let me make it up to you." With one hand Alassë pushes down the front of his pants, letting his stiff member pop free. It is slightly shorter than the Gnoll's, about the same thickness, but more blunt than the Gnoll's pointed tip. The thick rod pushes between her thighs, rubbing against her outer lips as she molds her body to his.
Speaking of the Gnoll, the massive furry beast begins to stir on the bed and peers up at them curiously. Urgath pays him no mind and grabs hold on one of Alassë's slender legs, lifting it up over his shoulder so that she is standing on tiptoe with her pussy lips spread. She takes hold of his shaft with one hand and rubs the tip across her lips, lubing the passage with his pre cum.
The Gnoll begins slowly stroking his sheath from the bed, leering at the Elf and Orc as they passionately embrace. Urgath presses at her slit, feeling the heat of her sex on his cock. The shaft slides slowly into her moist passage, making it halfway inside before his greater thickness begins to stretch her walls.
Urgath grunts as he thrusts the rest of his shaft into her cunt. She gasps at his girth and a long low moan escapes from her throat. Standing on one tiptoe as she is, her full body weight pushes her on to his rod with each thrust. He plunges roughly into her, right to the root.
He takes hold of her legs now and lifts her off her feet. She wraps both arms around his neck and gives a little squeak as the position change brings new areas of her passage into contact with his shaft. On the bed the Gnoll has become fully erect, his jet black shaft oozing pre-cum. He swipes across the pointed tip with one paw and spreads the thin goo over his shaft, stroking it slowly and lubing it with his paw.
Urgath and Alassë grind slowly together while the Gnoll strokes himself. The Orc's thick shaft plunges deeply into her, sliding its tip across the roughness of her G-spot. Alassë pants softly as her arousal grows, his cock stretching her wet folds wonderfully taut and stimulating all of the flesh at once.
The Gnoll rises from the bed, black shaft in paw, and stalks toward the lovers. Alassë feels the pointed tip pushing at her asshole and she squeaks out an objection.
"That will never fit! Don't you dare-" Her objections fall on deaf ears and the Gnoll slowly pushes his way inside. Only the tip is able to enter her, even then the tightness is painful. He murrs softly in his throat and relentlessly presses further into her. Urgath keeps thrusting into her wet cunt, causing an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. Overall she feels a pleasant sense of fullness as the two massive members penetrate her.
As the Gnoll's massive shaft fills her ass it presses her tighter against Urgath. The Half-orc grunts with strain as he staves off orgasm, hoping to enjoy her for longer. The Gnoll's knot begins to form swiftly as he penetrates her tight ass. Before he can push the huge lump of flesh inside her Alassë feels Urgath stiffen and give one last massive thrust.
Warmth explodes into her womb as he cums inside her. She realizes that Urgath's cum is much thicker and coming in even greater quantities than the Gnoll's had. Without a knot to trap it the thick spunk squirts out of her lips with each thrust. Ecstasy washes over the elf as the two males ravish and fill her. Wanting to make the most of the moment she reaches back to grasp the Gnoll's knot and ruthlessly push it inside herself.
With his aching knot finally inside the Gnoll climaxes as well, filling her with his seed. Urgath pulls out of her and collapses against the wall, panting with exhaustion. The Gnoll draws her back to the bed and sits down heavily, still buried inside her.
"Oh gods, that was amazing Alassë." Urgath says shakily. She laughs softly.
"You weren't too bad yourself. Maybe we should get together again sometime." Alassë says, rubbing her pleasantly sore lips with one hand and marveling at the stream of thick cum leaking out.
They would definitely be getting together again. She would make sure of it.