Chapter 1 - Journey's End

A/N: Just a heads up-- there's a great deal of smegma play in this, along with piercings, and tattooing. You've been warned.

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Three Days Later
 
The day broke warmly, and so did the feeling on Nakani’s cock. She was a light sleeper, most nights, prone to waking up early, but ruining Ellaveryn’s cunt and leaving her a sloppy mess before laying down for the night left her all but oblivious to the world. So the feeling of a smooth, wet tongue on the tip of her fuckrod roused her instead, and the chieftess groaned as her eyes eventually opened.

“Hungry, princess?” Nakani asked, sleep and amusement coloring her voice.

Ella was halfway through licking the head of her cock clean, lapping up whole mouthfuls of rancid leftover cum from the night before and the yellowed, sludgy smegma that seemed to be ever present. She traced the outer edge of the fat tip one last time and swallowed the greasy mess in her mouth before letting it rest against her cheek, panting softly.

“Not really, but I woke up and saw all this fuckmeat,” Ellaveryn murmured breathlessly, her face smeared with saliva and cock filth. “And I live to serve you, wife…”

Nakani shivered as the elf went back to work, circling the fat cumslit of her rod with the tip of her tongue, and the chieftess surveyed her wife. The last few days since their stop in at the Waypoint had changed the elven princess dramatically, since they’d dropped the pretense of her corruption and Ella had given in willingly. Her formerly slender dancer’s body had filled out significantly, leaving her with much fuller breasts and wide, baby-bearing hips. Her skin had darkened a bit too, taking on something of a sun-kissed tan that had nothing to do with the sun, and her body hair had grown as well, leaving her with a snarled bush above her pudgy mound, and thick patches of hair beneath her arms.

There was other, more physical evidence as well. Piercings gleamed at various points on her body, from the thick silver ring set into her septum down to the twin bars lancing horizontally through her thick nipples that were connected by a fine silver chain, and a modest hoop glimmering at her pussy. A glance might’ve convinced a person it was through her clit, but this wasn’t the case—Ellaveryn had been too scared of it, and Nakani had made concessions for her wife, at least for now. Instead, the metal ring was wrapped tightly around the elf’s poor clitoris, forcing it to stay stiff and erect at all times, a little pink nub at attention amidst the curly forest of hair that surrounded it.

Likewise in contrast, against her tanned skin stood out a number of M’kani tribal tattoos, whorls of black ink that traced patterns across her back, up over her shoulders, and down her arms to her hands. Some of them decorated her thighs as well, and a particularly elaborate symbol was etched into the skin across her stomach, over her womb. There were a few tattoos across her chest, but they were fresh and unfinished, ending at her collar bones and rib cage. 

Nakani could see in her mind what they would look like once the intricate designs were complete—the symbols marked Ellaveryn as a tribal holding of the M’kani, and furthermore, as a chieftess’ wife. Layered among them were ritualistic sigils and runes that would make the elf a little stronger, a little more durable, and coupled with the effects of Nakani’s bodily aura, make Ella into the perfect breeder for minotaur young.

“We’ll finish your tatau today,” Nakani said, groaning softly as Ellaveryn licked and lapped at her throbbing cock. “You know what that means, right?”

Ella pulled her lips away from the deep tongue kiss she’d been giving Nakani’s cumslit, instead going back to rubbing it against her cheek in reverence. “I… I have to go n-naked from now on, right?”

“Not quite naked,” Nakani said, balls twitching at the sight of her wife; Ellaveryn had stammered over the words, but the minotaur could see how wet her pussy got at the thought of going naked for the rest of their journey. “I have your new clothing already. I finished making it while you were passed out yesterday afternoon, when I fucked your face by that river.”

Ellaveryn shivered at Nakani’s casual mention of the brutal throatfuck she’d been subjected to yesterday, thighs grinding together. What had begun as an opportunity to wash two days of dried cum and grime from Ellaveryn while filling their waterskins had quickly become an opportunity for Nakani to see how much of her overly-thick minotaur jizz she could pack down Ella’s throat before the elf threw it back up. The answer turned out to be two full loads; anything more than that and it ended up oozing out of her mouth around Nakani’s cock, or worse, geysering out the second the cheiftess pulled out of the elf’s tight throat. Ellaveryn had passed out on the riverbank, dense cum sticking to her face in thick sheets, and Nakani had taken the time to finish her tribal garb.

“What is it?” Ella asked, not even bothering to feign indifference, her hands moving to stroke Nakani’s saliva-slicked shaft with long, double-fisted pumps.

“All in time,” Nakani murmured, staring down at the elf with her intense green eyes. “We should probably get you your morning meal, first.”

Ellaveryn nodded, and her hands began to work Nakani’s bullmeat faster. Her lips moved back to the head, questing for any cockfilth she’d missed, and when that proved fruitless, she dipped her face down over bulk of it. Opening her mouth wide, she managed to work the fist-sized tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. Then she glanced up to meet Nakani’s gaze, doing her best to nod with her eyes.

Placing one massive hand on the back of her wife’s head, Nakani stroked Ellaveryn’s long, platinum blond hair. It was one of her favorite parts about the elven woman, and she knew that it would stay the same throughout the corruption process, even if nothing else about Ella did. She smiled lovingly down at her wife. Then she tangled her fingers in Ellaveryn’s hair and rammed her cock down the elf’s gullet, stuffing every inch down her throat.

It had taken a few hours of practice, but the minotaur had finally killed of Ellaveryn’s pesky gag reflex. Now, her mammoth member slid down Ella’s throat without resistance, eliciting a loud glkk! with every thrust. She hilted herself once, slapping her fat, fist-sized balls against the elf’s chin before giving slow, deep pumps that slid her cock out until just the bare tip was in Ellaveryn’s mouth, then slotting the whole thing back in. 

Ellaveryn, meanwhile, felt the warm haze of oxygen deprivation coming over her, resolving her throat to being used as a cocksleeve without so much as a second that. Nakani had done it at least a dozen times since their impromptu marriage at the Waypoint, and she was fairly used to it by this point. Slimy throat slop flooded her mouth with every thrusts, occasionally spurting from her lips around the seal of Nakani’s cock, coating her face and leaving her a sticky mess. Thick strands of saliva connected the minotaur’s ballsack to her chin, slapping home with every thrust, and Ella accepted the facefucking obediently.

After a few moments of this, it was all Nakani could do to keep from blowing her load. Still, she managed it, though Ellaveryn could feel the minotaur’s fat sack twitching and clenching against her chin. Here it came! Any minute now, Nakani would shoot another warm load of hot, musky cum down Ellaveyn’s throat, and the thought made the elf shudder with glee. She could cum like this, she knew, but this wasn’t about her. It was about serving her wife, and earning her breakfast—

Schlorp!

Nakani drew her cock out of her wife’s mouth with a sudden, wet sound that brought with it a wave of sticky saliva. The thick spittle splattered across Ellaveryn’s already-drenched breasts, and she sputtered in confusion as Nakani began to stroke her cock. Normally, this was the part where the minotaur hilted in Ella’s throat and emptied her balls almost directly into the elf’s stomach, but the chieftess seemed to have other plans this time.

As Ellaveryn worked to collect herself, gasping and sputtering in a sticky mess, Nakani reached for something in one corner of the tent. It appeared to be a helmet or mask of some kind, limned in short brown fabric. Or no, not fabric—fur? Before Ella could get a better look at it, though, Nakani’s cock surged, followed by a thick spurt of sludgy, off-white cum that painted the inside curve of it. Rope after thick rope of it coated the inside of whatever the mask was, as Ellaveryn watched in confusion.

“There we go,” Nakani said breathlessly, groaning softly after she finished. Then she turned to Ellaveryn, and the elf got a strange sinking feeling, her mind going a little fuzzy from the scent of Nakani’s fresh jizz…

It was a mask, alright. One made from ox or buffalo hide, it looked like, shaped perfectly to imitate a minotaur’s head, albeit a much smaller one to fit Ellaveryn’s smaller stature. The inside of it was dripping with rich, virile seed, but that didn’t stop Nakani from holding it out to Ellaveryn.

“There are boots and gloves, too,” Nakani said, and the idea made Ella’s stomach flop. “You’ll put them on once we finish your tattoos.”

Ellaveryn took the mask, getting steaming semen all over her hands in the process. A closer look at the mask revealed the cause for Nakani’s lack of cockfilth this morning, or at least the fact that there was less than usual: it was smeared all over the inside of the mask, lining it like a pungent yellowed glue. The whole thing was now coated in a dense layer of the minotaur’s musky, virile jizz, and the mere thought of putting it on, pressing the slick, slimy inside to her face as the excess dripped down her skin made her womanhood begin to quiver and drool.

“So…” Ella begins, lifting her fingers to her lips, licking away a few clinging strands of cum. “I guess we had better finish the tattoos, huh?”

A half hour later, Ellaveryn had managed to suck another load out of the minotaur, and the pair had set up the tattooing equipment. The tatau Nakani was etching into her skin was sacred to the M’kani, apart of ancient customs necessary to adopt members of other races into their proud nomadic culture. The chieftess’ explanation of its significance to her people left Ella floored, and confused as to how it wasn’t common knowledge amongst the other cultures of the world—but then recalled that she herself had thought Nakani little more than a hulking savage before they’d gotten to know each other.

“I-I just don’t understand why it f-feels so good,” Ellaveryn said breathlessly, biting back a moan as Nakani tapped the inking device against her skin. She shuddered with every contact, and she’d long since given up fighting the pleasure off, one hand dipping between her legs to rub at her swollen pussy. “Shouldn’t it h-hurt?”

“It’s the magic of the tatau, and the effect my aura has had on you,” Nakani explained, working expertly as she scribed the ink across the elf’s flesh. “Your threshold for pain is a lot higher now. Anything less than a wound will register as pleasure.”

Ellaveryn nodded, sinking her fingers deep into her cunt. It wasn’t anywhere near the womb-crushing rut that Nakani’s ruinous cock offered, but it was better than nothing, and brought her that much closer to a climax. Whatever it was, the tattooing sessions always left her hot and ready to get rutted by her wife. Already she was eyeing Nakani’s member, which twitched and bobbed beneath in her lap; the way she was seated, cross-legged but leaning over to do her work, the massive head throbbed squarely between the minotaur’s heavy bovine breasts. It was a sight that made her long to feel it inside of her again, and she was eager for the tatau to be finished.

A few more minutes and a couple hundred more meetings of needles to skin, and Nakani sat back to admire her work, wiping away the excess ink with a damp cloth and nodding. Decorated in the stylized tatau, skin tanned and body filling out nicely, Ellaveryn really was beautiful. Especially her cheeks blushing in lusty heat, and her slender hand working feverishly between her legs. Nakani nodded to herself, set the delicate tattooing device, and eyed her wife. Ella whined softly, meeting her wife’s brilliant green gaze and all but saying the words, “Take me!”

Nakani lunged, hands outstretched for her wife, shocking the elf with her sudden movement. Still, Ellaveryn is quicker; she reacts instinctually, lifting her chin and smiling happily. Nakani’s hands are at her shoulders in an instant, bearing her to the floor and pinning her beneath the minotaur’s muscular bulk. It dawned on Ella that this might mean another day she spends getting fucking into the ground, left to sleep the night off in a puddle of cum and sweat and… she’s not upset by the idea.

Ella hiked her legs up, clinging to Nakani’s powerful body and wrapping her limbs around her body. It left her holes open and vulnerable, and Nakani didn’t hesitate, driving deep into her elven wife’s tight pussy with a single movement. Her second thrust buried her fuckmeat to the hilt, causing a distinct bulge in Ellaveryn’s stomach, but they both knew she could take it—after all, she’d done it numerous times already.

Nakani pounded into Ella’s cunt again and again, drawing her length out to the tip before slamming it all back home. It plunged deep inside of her, blanking the elf’s mind and setting off a chain reaction of pleasure with every thrust. An orgasm ripped through her within moments as Nakani’s balls slapped against her ass. The chieftess’ bulk kept her pinned in place, totally at the mercy of her wife’s brutal fucking, and Ellaveryn could feel the way her wife’s cock tented her stomach with every hilting blow.

It was wonderful, and Ella’s orgasm slammed into her without warning. She loved it when Nakani took her like this, ravaging her body with feverish power. It was like a carnal reminder that she had given herself to her wife, body, mind, and soul.

Nakani seemed particularly worked up today, too, fucking every inch of her oversized cock into Ella with every bit of her immense strength. It wasn’t long before Ellaveryn felt the minotaur’s cock surge and buck within her, heralding Nakani’s release. Every second spent rutting her cunt was another second closer she drew to her orgasm, and the chieftess didn’t seem interested in holding off even a little.

The first heavy jet of semen that pulsed into Ella was hot and thick, and seemed to fill her womb alone. Somehow, though, rope after sticky rope of virile minotaur jizz packed into her insides, swelling her stomach until she looked almost pregnant. It was at that point that the seal of her pussy around her wife’s massive cock gave out, and each liquid spurt that followed gushed out onto the blankets they lay on, joining dried cum from dozens of similar rut sessions. It pooled in the folds of the blanket, clinging to their skin, and Nakani’s orgasm seemed to last for long minutes.

When it did eventually die down, though, the two sat hunched together, Nakani’s cock still buried deep inside of her wife as they caught their respective breath. Ellaveryn reached over after a moment, and her fingers found what they were questing for: the minotaur mask Nakani had made for her.

Reaching down, Ella gathered up a handful of fresh semen and smeared it across the inside lining. The smell was horrendous, fetid from the rancid cum and smegma that had been layed over it. The sight of it, the feeling of it under her fingers, the hideous odor, it should have revolted her, but instead, Ellaveryn’s pussy twitched hard, causing Nakani to gasp softly. Swallowing audibly, Ella lifted the mask to her face.

It felt almost like wet mud on her skin, squishing against her fine elven features and practically gluing the mask to her face. Ellaveryn realized too late that the mask had a helm, and it plastered her platinum blonde hair to her skull with its sticky weight. Still, it was a perfect fit; the mask matched the symmetry of her face with impressive accuracy, allowing her to see easily through the eye cutouts, and there was even a slot for her septim hoop to peak out. The front face of it sloped out in a bovine muzzle, so instead of sticking to her mouth directly, the mire that lined it dripped and smeared across her lips with every movement she made.

Ella had it on for only bare moments before she felt Nakani’s cock stiffening inside of her again, and she giggled softly as it throbbed in her core. She wrapped her arms around her wife then, leaning up to kiss her as best she could through the mask. The helm’s mouth cutout was a scant inch away from the elf’s actual mouth, but she was confident Nakani could overcome that…

And overcome it Nakani did. She pressed her lips to the mask’s and made up for the distance with her tongue, sliding the slick pink muscle through the mouth cutout and all the way into Ellaveryn’s. The opening, it turned out, was blocked and clogged with the same sludgy muck that coated the inside of it, namely a yellowed grease formed of congealed cum and rancid smegma, but neither woman cared. Instead, Nakani curled her overlong tongue to scoop as much of it up as she could before stuffing it into Ella’s mouth, forcing her to choke down the mound of filth before enjoying the kiss.

The kiss heralded another round of brutal plunge-fucking, which in itself heralded a dozen or so more rounds. The sun sank toward the horizon, the tent filled with sloppy clapping sounds alongside the sex-scented humidity the two were so familiar with these days, and they agreed to start on their journey again in the morning.

Night fell to find Ellaveryn lying in a puddle of semen and sweat, pooled in a depression Nakani had hollowed into the ground by sheer force of her ruinous thrusting power. The elven princess had long since passed out, but it didn’t stop Nakani from using her body whenever she felt like. She’d even stopped in the middle of preparing their evening meal to slot her cock into Ella’s asshole, casually pounding the unconscious elf while preparing a dinner of roast vegetables and dried meat.

She’d pull out before cumming, of course. This load was meant to be the sauce covering Ellaveryn’s dinner. 
 
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To their credit, they really had gotten moving the next day. They’d almost devolved into mindless fucking again when Ellaveryn put on the mask’s matching elbow-length gloves and thigh-high boots, complete with the same sticky lining of smegma and semen. They’d been over-filled, actually, and every movement of her limbs made during the first hour or so of wearing them had sent a fresh stream of yellowed slime trickling out to drip on the ground or splatter her torso.

Her torso being totally bare, of course. Nakani hadn’t made any kind of real clothing for her wife, so Ellaveryn was still functionally nude as they walked the path through the forest. Her bare breasts, now much larger and fuller than when they’d started the journey, jiggled and bounced with every step, and the silver piercings that adorned them jingled against each other. The chain between them had a tertiary length that trailed down to the faux piercing at her clit, drawing the eye to its rigid nub and her perpetually wet cunt, nestled as it was in the patch of thick hair on her mound. The fat mounds of assmeat that had filled out on her rear wobbled with each footfall, in a nearly hypnotic pattern that caught the eye.

It was, coincidentally, all this nudity that caused most of the delays on their journey. Barely an hour of walking passed in between occurrences of Nakani grabbing Ellaveryn and rutting her savagely right there on the side of the path. This amounted to little more than the act of it, since the road through the Mosswood Forest was rarely used, but Ella had to admit she was steadily beginning to look forward to their little breaks, sometimes even teasing Nakani to hasten them.

This is how they came to be in their current position, around mid-day, with Nakani brutally face-fucking her wife, who was pinned down on her back. 

Nakani had just shucked most of her clothing under the heat of the high sun, opting to be just as nude as Ellaveryn. Between the sweat and grime of travel, along with the regular and sloppy sex, the pair of them were filthy, and the minotaur’s powerful musk filled Ella’s lungs with her every breath. Maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off Nakani’s heavy, swaying cock, or the collective filth that already clung to her smooth dickflesh.

And maybe that was why she’d reached out to swipe her fingers along the head of it, scooping up some of the nasty build-up there and startling Nakani, who watched her with surprise. Ellaveryn breathed in the pungent scent of the fresh smegma in her hands, then dipped her hand under her mask to lick the sludge off her digits.

The effect had been immediate. Nakani grabbed her shoulders and practically threw her down before plunging her cock into Ellaveryn’s open, welcoming mouth and thrusting down to the hilt. There was no foreplay, no build-up, simply brutal and savage throat-fucking. Nakani’s first orgasm this way filled the elf’s stomach, taking the desperate edge off of her rapid pace, but all it really did was let the minotaur slow down so she could take her time with her wife’s sloppy throat.

The second cumshot bloated Ellaveryn’s stomach, making her look several months pregnant, and it was around this time that Nakani reached down and buried two of her massive fingers into the elf’s quivering, needy snatch. This made Ella twitch and whimper, a delightful feeling for the woman whose cock was buried in her throat, and there was no stopping after that. After a few moments, through which Nakani did not remove her cock, the chieftess began to fuck her wife’s face once more, her pace unhurried ad renewed.

Ellaveryn, meanwhile, grew muddled and hazed as her body began to suffer from the warm high of oxygen deprivation. The tattoos scrawled across her body did a great deal to help Ella service minotaur cock to the best of her abilities, but she still needed to breathe. This lack of oxygen didn’t upset the elven princess, though; if anything, it made her needier, and her pussy began to twitch and cum with every few thrusts, a chain of miniature orgasms that rocked her to her core.

Nakani’s third orgasm proved to be too much for Ellaveryn’s pressurized and power-fucked insides. Every gush of thick, virile reproductive fluid stuck in Ella’s throat, packing as tightly against the rest of the dense sludge inside of her as it could. When the minotaur finally pulled out, though, it came gushing back out in thick, gravid waves that rolled across Ella’s face like sticky waves of overly-thick magma, flooding her nostrils and covering the mask as it escaped the bonds of Ela’s body. It settled onto her face in hot mounds that refused to spread too far, like some sort of viscous, jellied slime. After a point, when it became clear that Ellaveryn had passed out or worse, simply didn’t care that she wasn’t able to breathe, Nakani reached down and gently turned her wife over, allowing the deluge of semen packed inside the woman’s tiny body to rid itself of the excessive jizz she’d forced into it.

Ellaveryn gave up sudden, heavy retches that coated the majority of her body in regurgitated semen. Then, with a stupid smile on her face, the elven princess passed out. Nakani chuckled to herself; Ella was already making for an excellent wife. Once they reached the M’kani camp and finished her piercings and rituals, the princess would be a woman all in her own class.

And so began Ellaveryn’s life as wife and consort to Nakani. She would spend the rest of her days leading minotaur warriors alongside her beloved, living without regret, worshipping Nakani’s cock, and raising many, many minotaur children. It was a good life; not a life she would have chosen, but a good one nonetheless.

She was happy. 
 
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Prologue
Two Weeks Later
 
Ellaveryn had been in the M’kani traveling camp for about a week and a half, and already found herself integrating well. She spent a great deal of her time being fucked half to unconsciousness by Nakani, usually in their tent but occasionally out and about in the camp, but she also got some time to herself. She’d taken to wandering among the tents, sturdy and mobile bivouacs that could be raised or dismantled in minutes, and watching the minotaurs as they went about their lives.

The minotaurs certainly watched her, too. It had been centuries since a Hordelands chieftess had taken an elven bride, and many of the minotaurs had never even seen an elf, let alone one that walked among them as she did. Ellaveryn’s appearance alone was astounding; her transformation by Nakani’s aura and the tatau had been completed a couple of days after they’d arrived, and it left the elf a eye-catching sight.

Her breasts were heavy and full, each one easily the size of her head, capped by fat pink nipples run through an array of piercings, from silver bars through the nipples themselves to studs set into the areolae themselves that gleamed wickedly in the light. These piercings mimicked the ones in her fine elven facial features, including a half-dozen rings set through her ears, a pair of them in her eyebrow, and the broad septim hoop that hung from her nose.

A silver chain connected her nipples, along with another line that went downward, through the snarled bush between her thighs, to a ring set through Ella’s clitoris, keeping it perked up and on display at all times. The chains were taught now, not at Nakani’s order but Ellaveryn’s request—she loved the way the chain tugged and pulled at her stiff nipples and sensitive little nub with every step she took. Adorning her sloppy cunt below her clit ring were four more piercings, two hoops set through the outer lips on her left side and a silver rod that lanced through the inner lips on the right.

Her hips had finished flaring out with the strength of the magical tatau etched on her skin, and they were wider now than her shoulders; she probably could’ve birthed a horse without difficulty. Supporting these hips were two plush, pillowy thighs, complemented in her rear by a fat ass that wobbled and bounced with every movement she made. It looked perfectly squeezable, as if it were begging to be touched. But her tatau also marked her as the consort of the chieftess—and those willing to cross Nakani were few and far between.

Usually, anyway.

“Fuckmeat,” a growling voice spit from behind her.

Ellaveryn turned to see half dozen or so minotaurs, a little younger than Nakani, but just as bulky and muscular. Jutting from each of their crotches was a fat length of stiff bullmeat that throbbed shamelessly. This happened once or twice a day; a group of ambitious young Twinsoul minotaurs would come and try their best to fuck her. If they managed it, they’d have taken Nakani’s bride from her, and by Horde law, be guaranteed the right to battle for the role of chieftess. Nakani told her that while it would become less frequent over time, it probably wouldn’t ever stop happening altogether.

“I think you know what we’re here for,” the leader of the little group rumbled, her meaty member twitching as she flexed her powerful arms in a way she probably thought was menacing. “And I know you’re just a dumb little cocksleeve now. So just open those legs, and we’ll give you all the cock you want.”

Ella made a show of biting her lip and squeezing one of her heavy tits, making her piercings jingle softly. “That does sound kind of nice,” the elf side in her best ditzy voice, and she wasn’t lying—she was basically in a constant state of arousal these days, ready to worship Nakani’s cock at any given moment. “But Nakani would be sooo angry… maybe just a little taste wouldn’t hurt…”

She laid the stupid whore act on pretty heavily, but only because that was what the minotaurs that came for her expected. In truth, Nakani had been surprised by the level of intelligence and cunning Ellaveryn had retained after completing her corruption, explaining that it really did make most women who went through it little more than cock-hungry jizzrags. She had also explained that they hadn’t put an elf through the corruption in a long time, though, so actual facts on interactions between the two were hazy at best.

The lead minotaur lunged for Ellaveryn wildly, but had clearly never dealt with an elf before. Ella had traded a little bit of her agility and dexterity for her breeder’s body, but compared to the hulking minotaur, she was a blur. It took her mere moments to dispatch the leader, and less than a minute to beat the rest of them into submission. She didn’t kill them—they were partly her responsibility now that she’d married Nakani—but she did leave them a pile of fur and muscle in the dirt. Then she took the time to reach down and make something of an example out of them, because if they were so damn horny, they could take it out on each other. She slotted their cocks into each other’s various orifices, chuckling to herself as she walked away.

Touching their cocks left a layer of filth and smegma on her fingers, and she licked it off as she walked it. It wasn’t nearly the pungent, sludgy mire that clung to Nakani’s shaft, but it made for a nice snack as she headed back to her tent. With any luck, the chieftess would be there for a midday meal, and Ellaveryn could clean her wife’s nasty, delicious cock with her mouth while Nakani ate.


She parted the tent flap to see Nakani turn and greet her, a cocky grin on her face as she stroked her cock. Ellaveryn’s heart surged just as her genitals did, and she smiled back at her wife. And she reveled in the fact that, despite her circumstances, for the first time in the centuries since her childhood, she was genuinely, truly happy.