Chapter 1 - Tease Me Twice...

Idriel craved her touch. And that’s exactly how she wanted it.

The blood elf tried to think through his lust. But any other concerns seemed to fade away as her fingers entwined with his. He found himself forgetting about the flagon in his other hand, as he admired the soft blue skin this new acquaintance had. He was lost to the scent of this woman’s unique scent of spicy perfumes and salt-sea air. So much so that he only half heard her speak.

“Hmmm?” he asked as a flush rose to his cheeks. “Wh-what did you say?”

The forsaken woman smiled. She leaned her head so he could see her gold-shining eyes flash with mirth.

“I said me name is Fiona,” the woman said. Her fingers squeezed tighter around his hand in a gesture that implied possession and command. “...and ye be comin’ with me. Right now. Up the stairs.”

The others gathered at the table snickered at Idriel's situation. The forsaken woman had only just arrived but a minute ago. She invited herself into the conversation and was pleasant enough company. But at some point, she had taken a shine to the elf. And this was the first she made of her intention. But if Idriel expected his companions to rescue him…

“You heard her,” said one orc in a booming tone, “she gave an order. Now go be a good boy and obey.”

A troll slapped the table and guffawed as he gestured from Idriel to Fiona.

“Dat be te right ting. Look how he blushes. He wanted her from te moment she showed up no doubt!”

Another elf at the table threw her head back and laughed. She snorted and chuckled until the others joined in with further jibes and jests.

It all made Idriel’s cheeks burn. He felt his heat rise as his skin reddened to match his crimson locks. His muscles stiffened and his breathing grew short. A part of him wanted to escape to a quiet corner to wait out the humiliation. While the rest of his body responded with pleasant tingles that raced from head to toe and settled between his thighs.

“Ah-ha--haa…” Idriel finally whispered, “It’s not like that, no doubt.”

Fiona laughed and shook her head as she tugged his hand to her chest. She then placed his hand on her bust and forced it to dig in with a good hard squeeze. And he could only watch with wide-open eyes and delight as she forced him to knead her breast.

“Not like what?” Fiona said as she noted how Idriel’s muscles loosened. It was, as if, he became a toy for her use alone. “Let me make it clear then. I’ve a room upstairs and yer going to join me. Ye won’t be leavin’ until I tire of ye or yer so drained ye can’t do much more than stagger down here and pass out in a corner. Or to speak it plainer still, we’re goin’ to fuck.”

Idriel gasped. The others at the table cheered Fiona on. And the orc leaned over to clap him on the shoulder. He grew light-headed as blood rushed to his nethers until his bulge pressed down his thigh. And it was only then he noticed that Fiona had pushed away from the table and released his hand.

“Come along, knight” Fiona said as she rose from her seat.

The elf watched her rise and drank her in. He explored every curved inch and soft line. The way her clothes strained against her full figure etched into his mind. Her teasing gestures and confident swagger grabbed his attention and demanded obedience.

She was a massive woman compared to him. Her Kul Tiran heritage shone through as she stood nearly two feet taller than most human women. Her green hair looked soft as it flowed down the sides of her face with gentle waves that reminded Idriel of a river stream.

“Come alon’, Knight.” she hissed. She curled a beckoning finger then turned on a heel. The tall woman strutted up the steps and Idriel followed close behind. His eyes followed her sashaying hips and shapely rear, while his ears burned from the taunts and teases from his companions.

They’re never letting this go.

The pair walked up the creaky stairs of the seaside tavern. The smell of ale followed them from the floor below and mingled with the fresh scent of the sea creeping in from open windows in every direction. They found themselves on a floor with a narrow hallway that stretched several feet in both directions. 

Eight doors, four to each side, were evenly spaced across the hall. All of them shut, but few of them quiet, as the thumping of lustful bodies crashed against some of the door frames, while the purrs and moans of happy lovers peeked through in muffled utterances. Except for a single door three down and on the right side, that Fiona led her elf to.

She smiled and flicked her wrist producing a key that she must have had hidden up her sleeve.

“And here we be,” she said to Idriel without ever looking at him, “...let me get this open.”

Idriel bit down on his lip. His hands folded into tight balls by his side. His skin was still warm and red as he took in the sounds all around him. Though every door was shut, he still felt like he was being watched. Especially since his companions down below all knew where he was and what was going to happen. He wanted to say something…anything at all. But all he could utter was a soft breathy sigh.

Fiona turned her head to Idriel and pursed her lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything with ye that I won’t like. And I’ve more than a feelin’ that ye like bein’ used and bullied.”

Idriel’s head snapped up at the accusation. His lips parted and his eyes searched for a hint of the woman’s beneath her leather strap mask or her green hair. A dozen retorts and responses came to mind, but none of them seemed sincere. So he said nothing at all and dug his fingers into his palms.

“Aye,” Fiona said as she opened the door. “I thought as much.”

She swept a hand gesturing Idriel inside. He walked on in without a second thought.

The room was rather ordinary as far as tavern rooms went. A single window overlooked the streets below with a clear view of the harbor a small distance away. Beneath the window was a desk with an ink well and quill sitting next to a thin leather-bound book. A large chest was tucked on the left side of the room. While a large bed was pushed to the other side of the room. There was a coat hanger on Idriel's left side, and the space to his right was completely bare of anything except for packs thrown down and shoved to the corner.

Fiona pressed her fingers to Idriel’s back, then shoved him into the room. She followed after and shut the door behind her. The lock was set in place with a loud clack and thud.

“I know the room’s not the most impressive…” Fiona admitted. “But, I be sure we can make it more interestin’. Wet panties and ripped tunics do add a bit of spice to any decor.”

Idriel turned around and watched Fiona. The tall woman smiled as her shoulders shook from her muted giggle. She pressed herself against the door, with her legs crossed over one another and her hands behind her back. 

“Fiona was it?” Idriel said with more of a squeak in his tone than he intended, “Do you tease everyone like this?”

Fiona shook her head and licked her lips.

“Nay, though I don’t blame ye fer thinkin’ so. I just like to tease those that clearly want to blush and burn.”

He sucked in his breath and tensed up. But his retort died within his chest as she closed the distance between them and cupped his cheeks between her fingers. She squeezed him enough that anything he said would come out in a pitiful spit and squawk. 

When she spoke, her voice was almost snakelike with purrs and hisses accentuating nearly every syllable.

“Am I wrong? Cause don’t think I haven’t noticed that trunk snakin’ down yer pant leg. Unless yer sneakin’ in a roll of salami fer after we fuck, I think I’m already enchantin’ ye. So…here’s what yer goin’ to do.”

She motioned to the bed.

“Take off everythin’ then go and stand on the bed. Yer too short fer me to squat down and suck ye dry…but maybe the bed will give ye JUST enough height fer me to work with.”

Idriel panted as Fiona spoke. Her commands, her teasing, and even playing on how small he was compared to her made his spine tingle. He wanted to be her good little man for the evening and enjoy whatever rewards she deemed him worthy of.

He nodded at Fiona. She blew him a kiss and released his cheeks.

“Good boy…now get to it. Captain Fiona be waitin’.”

Idriel kicked off his shoes and sent them flying to the corner of the room. He scrambled atop the bed and ignored the creaky squeak of old bedsprings. He then turned around to face Fiona. He jerked the hem of his tunic out of his pants then pulled it over his head and tossed it away.

“Oh my…” Fiona teased, “Glad to see ye knights have exquisite abs. But I bet ye’d cum if I ran me tongue over every hard-earned muscle. And…” she winked, “...if ye please me. I might just give ye some of that…lip service.”

Idriel’s eyes rolled back and his body warmed by at least a few degrees. Breathing became a little harder as he felt steam rise around him.

Fiona snapped her fingers drawing him back to the present. He looked at her as she gestured towards his pants.

“Yer not done yet. I said take EVERYTHIN’ off.”

“O-oh yes Captain.”

Fiona watched as he undid his belt buckle. She never said a word, so he could hear every click and clack as the buckle was undone and the rough slide as the leather was pulled out of every loop of his trousers. He listened to the soft brush as his trousers slid down his strong hips and the snap as the elastic in his boxers was jerked away and tugged down. Every garment he wore found its way to the floor or kicked across the room.

Then, as the last sock was tossed away, Fiona smiled and smacked her lips.

“Very good. Now put yer hands behind yer head. I want to inspect me new toy.”

Toy! Idriel thought, his heart racing from Fiona’s words. Did she see him as just an object of pleasure? Did he want her to see him that way?

He wasn’t certain. But that didn’t stop him from obeying. He folded his hands behind his back and gulped down a breath.

Fiona stood and crossed the room. She planted a finger on his chest and trailed it down his body. She traced his broad powerful pecs with a scratch that felt just sharp enough to make him worry. But she never cut him or bruised him. Almost as if she were being gentle with something that belonged to her.

“I have to admit,” she said, “Yer a strong man. But ye already heard me say that. So let’s see what ye got here.”

Fiona leaned in and bit one of his nipples. She snickered and shook her hips as she inched her way down into a squat. As she moved, her tongue twirled a wet line over his skin leaving a trail of sensations that coaxed goosebumps to appear all over the elf’s body.

Idriel dared to look down and follow the woman’s passage. And as she inched closer to his cock, he couldn’t help but breathe a little deeper and moan a little louder. He wanted to feel her lips around his dick. He needed to slap his meat between her tits. He wanted to cum all over the kultiran.

But he resisted those dirty nasty urges. Because she hadn't permitted him to take the lead.

She finally stopped in front of his cock and hummed in amusement at the site.

“My oh my…” Fiona hissed. “If I couldn’t see I’d swear this be a big pale orc dick. Just look at this beautiful thin’. What druid did ye fuck to get a trunk this sturdy.”

“Er…well what happened–” Idriel said in a sputter.

“Come on,  Speak up and use yer words.”

Fiona grabbed his cock and pumped it from tip to base. Every motion met with a soft slap of flesh. Every slap was followed by a teasing coo from the lewd pirate. She paused only to flick her tongue across the tip or to beat the shaft against her nose.

“Mmm  ye should see it from here.” She said. “Yer big balls swing in the best way. And this trunk ye got might juuuust be enough to sate me wants. Would ye like me to suck it?”

Idriel nodded then parted his lips to speak. But Fiona cut him off with a hard jerk on his shaft.

“Don’t answer that. We both know ye want me.”

Fiona guided the tip to her mouth, then opened her mouth wide. She made a big loud “ahhh” sound that made the elf tingle with lust. Then she swallowed him whole guiding the cock past her teeth, over her tongue, and down her inviting throat.

This feels Gooood

Fiona slapped her palms on the elf’s ass and dug her fingers in. Her nails scratched him while her strength kept him in place. She bobbed her head up and down, shoving his inches as far back as she could. His dick was soon covered in spit and drool, with lust dribbling past her lips and down his balls and thighs.

His ears burned as he focused on the slurp and smack sounds she made and the otherworldly pressure her tongue applied to his every vein. Her motions crashed her cloth-covered bust against his knees.

“Ooooh fuuuck captain!” Idriel moaned. “This feels goood.”

Fiona pulled his cock out with a big wet pop and left it to rest against her cheek.

“Aye, of course it feels good. I know how to treat me toys. Now, only thing I want to hear from ye be moans and purrs unless I say otherwise. Got it?”

Idriel bit down on his lip and bobbed his head. He swallowed down the words that came to mind and eased his breathing as much as he could. If the captain ordered him to speak in only moans and sighs, then that’s exactly what he would do.

Fiona smiled at the elf's submission. She leaned her head so he could see her wink. She then returned her focus to the cock wagging in her face and dripping with her spit.

“Now where was I?” she said. “Ah, that’s right!”

She opened her mouth wide with a loud yawning “Ah” then shoved his cock down her throat. She moaned and shook her hips with every bob of her head. Her moans sent vibrations along the elf’s shaft that sent further vibrations deep through his body. 

His tip grew salty and sticky with pre-cum. She batted at the beads of lust with her tongue then swirled her pink tip all over his girthy tip and shaft. She inched him down her throat until her nose brushed against his rock-hard abs.

Sometimes she pinched his dick with the most feather-soft touch of her juicy lips. Others she scratched it with the merest touch of her teeth. And still others she smacked her lips and blew on his shaft as if she were playing a flute before The leaders of the factions themselves.

Idriel winced and moaned at the merciless pleasure surrounding him. He was no stranger to sex, not by any long shot. But there was something undeniably delectable about an unending blowjob from a lover who didn’t need to come up for air. He was losing his mind to the way she slobbered on his thick inches until spit and seed dripped and splashed over his swinging nuts. It almost made him forget about the fingers that had been kneading and massaging his tight firm ass the entire time.

But Fiona never forgot. And she reminded him with a sharp SMACK across his ass, followed by another, and another. She kept swatting his rear until it felt numb and throbbing and blushed as red as his crimson locks.

And something about that rough treatment broke him. Even as he curled his toes and held his breath, he couldn't resist her. Especially as his fingers lost their grip behind his head and she, instantly stared up and glared at him until he obeyed her earlier command. It was all too much for the elf.

“OooooOOOHH” he moaned as his head rolled back and thick ropes of lust shot out.

Fiona dug her nails in his ass and pinned him in place. She slurped and sucked as loud as she could. Her throat bobbed and her belly filled with every ounce of lust he fed her. 

When the orgasm finally ripped through him, Fiona looked pleased that only a single drop of cum escaped her hunger as it rolled off her lips and splatted down on her tight shirt.

Fiona relaxed her grip and raised her head off him with a big wet pop. She then looked up smiled at her toy elf and purred.

“Very good. Now get yer ass on the bed. Ye can touch anythin’ ye like except yer cock. I’m not done with it yet.”

Idriel all but collapsed down on the bed. He stared at the forsaken with an expression that looked between sated and exhausted all at once. His chest rose and fell with a lazy rhythm as his hands roamed over the captain’s body.

She hummed as his nails scratched along her blue flesh. Her body shivered when he touched a sensitive curve or dared to pinch at her pebble-hard nipples. His ears burned when he heard her moan as he fondled and weighed her large heaving breasts. He was overjoyed at how wet it felt when his hands slipped beneath her shorts and thrust between her folds. He sighed in simple ecstasy as she rode his fingers.

It drove him to move a hand down his body from chest to stomach, and at last to his still hot hard dick. He wrapped his hands around his shaft and pumped it once. And he would have jerked himself off right then and there. But Fiona snatched his wrist and forced it away.

He gasped as he looked into Fiona’s face and saw a smile that was alluring and sinful at once. She smiled and looked down at her top. Her eyes settled on the dark wet splotch where his seed had landed. And after a moment, her lips curled into a disappointed frown.

“Still disobeyin’? Yer such a naughty little toy.” She sucked her teeth in a tsk-tsk tone. “First ye mess up me top, now yer jerkin’ yerself off when I told ye not to? What ever will I do with ye?”

Idriel blinked and stammered out an apology. Fiona shook her head. The tall woman grinned and crawled atop the bed then kneeled so his ankles were trapped between her knees. She plucked at her top and flapped it back and forth, which only made her large round bust jiggle and ripple even more.

“Ye know what comes next, do ye?” She said.

Idriel shook his head. Not because he was clueless about the meaning behind the woman's lustful smile. She intended to fuck him until he was little more than a dry husk of an elf. If anything he wanted her to take him for all he was worth. He craved to be left lying in bed forgetting the little things like how to walk or what his name was.

No, he feigned ignorance so he couldn’t limit her imagination.

“Well, I was going to ride that naughty nasty dick until it was spent. But now, ye’ll have to settle fer me tits. I’ll beat this nasty dirty thing until yer too spent to rail me. That’ll teach ye fer bein’ a disobedient little toy.”

Idriel’s jaw dropped. Ever since she led him up the stairs, he’d wanted nothing more than to fuck her. He wanted to make her jiggly ass ripple and watch her bite her lip as she rode atop him. He couldn’t stop imagining how good it’d feel to fuck the curvy woman and pump her full of his lust.

But now…

“C-captain?! Please, forgive me! I’ll do anything for another chance!”

Fiona hummed and lowered herself until her breasts pressed down on his lap. She squished his cock against her top and rolled back and forth. It stroked him with the rough fabric her shirt was woven from and squished her mounds down on his knees. She bit her lip and purred. Then she tugged down her shirt to give him the best view of her deep dark cleavage.

“Anythin’?” she said.

“Y-yes! Just name it.”

Fiona smiled wickedly as she rocked back and forth. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, she slid up his body a few inches more than before and kissed the middle of his chest. When she slid back, he felt his cock slip beneath her shirt. He lost his breath as he felt sandwiched between her big round tits.

She laughed at his reaction and wiggled her fingers as if she had performed a parlor trick in the Legerdemain tavern.

“Very well then mate.” She hissed. “I’ll jerk ye off with these fer the next ten minutes. Yer only allowed to cum once. If ye mess me tits twice, then I’ll send ye downstairs on a walk of shame. Withstand the pressure, and I’ll let ye finish deep inside me wherever ye like.”

Idriel blushed.

“But you’ve been jerking me off and—”

Fiona pressed a finger to her lips.

“Shhhh. Ten minutes. Ye best hold on.”

She then looked away from the elf’s face and craned her neck as far as she could. When she slid back, her tongue flicked across his tip. Her hands pressed down on the sides of her bust to squeeze and choke his twitching cock. He was lost in the soft brush of flesh and fabric with every motion as well as the steady rocking thump as the bedframe tapped against the wall.

Idriel curled his toes, clutched his fingers, and gritted his teeth. He thought about numbers. He murmured his oaths of knighthood. He tried to focus on anything at all besides how it felt to be snared between her breasts.

“Mmm three minutes already? Yer doin’ great.” Fiona hissed with delight. “But let’s make it even harder.”

The captain reached up and scratched her nails down the knight’s chest. She scooted up so he could get a better view of her wiggling ass.  She then rained kisses along his stomach, leaving dark marks across his skin like a treasure trail leading to his cock. And she spoke endlessly about how good his dick felt rubbing between her mounds and how much she wanted to taste his cum.

Idriel twisted his head from side to side and bucked his hips like a brute. He needed to fuck her so very badly, but each passing moment made him care less and less. He knew damn well that he wouldn’t last more than a few moments, let alone a few minutes. But he had to try to hold back. He had to try and not cum. He had to—-

“ffuuuUUUUUUUCK!”

Idriel’s voice shook the walls as his body gave in. A familiar tingle radiated out from his balls to every inch of his body. It made him tingle and shiver as the smell of nut swirled around his senses. His limbs grew noodly and tired as his balls drained of their need. And his cock erupted with thick ropes of sticky white blasting out all over the pirate’s chest, lips, and face. He moaned as dollops of seed splashed across his stomach and chest and sighed when he caught the hint of white smearing across the woman’s leather strap mask and waggling like a gooey icicle from her nose.

The mess he made was impressive to be sure. Even if it meant that he lost the pirate's wager.

He panted and sighed and stared at Fiona’s face. Admiring how he painted her at the same time as he regretted not being able to fuck her. And he flopped back in defeat as she pulled him out from between her mounds, leaving his cock to flop lazily down between his thighs.

“I…I tried captain. But…by the sun what could I do?”

He wanted to rest before the captain threw him out of her room. But then, she heard the unsnapping of buttons and the slow grind of a zipper. He sat up and looked at the captain, just as she slid her shorts and panties down past her ankles and threw them to the floor.

“Wh-what? I thought I lost?” Idriel said.

“Lost?” Fiona said as she reached down and parted her nether lips with two fingers. Her pussy looked inviting, hot, and very wet and pink. “Oh! Ye mean me wager? Oh no no no…yer not only a dirty little toy, yer also a fool.” She motioned about the room. “Why would I place a wager of yer time without an hourglass? No, I just wanted to see ye make those faces tryin’ to resist bustin’ a load between these tits. And now that yer nice and spent, I plan to ride yer dick until I get tired.”

Fiona crawled up the elf’s body until her fat ass sat down atop his thighs. She grabbed his cock and stroked it until it was hot and hard once again, then guided the tip between her folds.

“Didn’t ye hear what I said? Ye weren’t leavin’ until ye had to stagger down the steps. And this hard dick tells me ye’ve still got some energy left in ye. Don’t worry, just let the captain take care of ye.”

As Fiona flopped down and impaled herself on the elf's hot hard cock, he couldn't help but compare the captain to a succubus. And for a moment he wondered if he'd survive her insatiable lust…and he soon decided he didn't care in the slightest. He could only smile as she seized his wrists and settled his hands to hold onto her hips as she bounced on that squeaking sturdy bed.

The End