After a nigh of passion with seven dwarves, new company of Arasadil the elf, Daisy the half-ogre and Blaze the human wake up to a new adventure...
I wake up in a pile of flesh. It's probably not even noon yet, given how long the orgy took. I can't have slept for more than maybe four hours, and not really peacefully. I remember dreams that were very much like my nightly activities. Yet I do feel rested, surprisingly. It's like my body regains its strength a lot easier after a good fuck than after any other strenuous activity.
I rub my body against the one lying behind me. It is cool and smooth and I don't need to see him to recognize Arasadil. And against the body before me, smaller than me - reaching my hand around it I find it's one of the male dwarves. I smile.
I lie here for some more minutes, enjoying the heat, the smell, the breath of the bodies piling around me on the bed, but then sigh. My bladder feels like it's bursting.
I wriggle out of he fleshy pile, climb out of the bed, kneel down to look under it. Nothing. Weird. I look around. With increasing desperation until I hear a chuckle from the bed.
"Looking for the chamberpot, little human?"
The naked elf props up on his elbow.
I nod.
"This is a fancy place. They have an outhouse."
"A what?"
"A small shed in the backyard."
"I need to leave the room to..."
I blush, despite everything I did last night, talking about this... He nods smiling.
"Why would anyone build a shed for that?"
He chuckles
"You should see the -- installations in my homeland. Elves have water from pipes indoors to flush it away."
"I told you to stop pulling my leg. That's just silly. Ugh..."
I slump my shoulders.
"Now I have to get dressed to relive myself -- outside?"
"Or I'll drink it"
I blink. This conversation is getting weirder every moment.
"Drink -- what?"
"You can relieve yourself into my mouth. If you wish."
"You are the - weirdest being I ever met!"
"Thank you. And I can see in your eyes you're thinking about it!"
I shake my head, quickly. Even though -- I have the image it in my mind, now. Is he pulling my leg or is he serious? I raise an eyebrow. If he is making fun of me, he'd better be prepared to suffer the consequences.
"Alright, elf you have my attention. Get over here and put your mouth where... your mouth is... "
That sounded better in my head, but Arasadil gets up. He looks like a cat freeing himself from the arms and bodies of our orgy partners. I felt SO clumsy trying that.
His pale boy is glistening in the light coming through the window, his cock hard and erect again already. Or Still?
He leans forward to me and plants a kiss on my lips. Gently, cooling. Almost loving.
"A good morning, my little human!"
"G... good morning, Arasadil."
I almost feel bad for now wanting to actually do this. He's so nice.
"Alright your joke's gone far enough. It's good. Show me this - outhouse, maybe I'll let you watch..."
But he's already on his knees, kissing my clit, licking my lips. I swallow hard. Arousing me is not going to help me to hold it back. My bladder is aching. I sigh, look into his eyes. He's deadly serious. I guess I'll have to learn a lot about my new companions. Well, if he wants me to. Still, this is weird.... I shouldn't...
He moves a few inches closer, putting his mouth up to my pussy so I can feel his cool breath on my clit, making it tingle. I take a deep breath and try to relax -- surprisingly difficult. I have thought I'd lost all inhibitions given my exploits during the last two days and nights but some inhibitions are hard to overcome. I look down and see him smile up at me, wink. I giggle and pat his silver hair, then I feel the pressure grow too big and my muscles relax. With a sigh of relive I release my bladder and golden liquid pours into my friend's mouth in a strong stream. His gulps are big, apparently quite practised, I guess he didn't lie about it being a normal activity for him. Maybe for his kind. My pee runs down his throat, his adam's apple bopping up and down. It's a big portion, not having relived myself for hours since last evening but he drinks it all up like a good little elf, licking his lips -- and mine -- clean after serving me this way.
"Found a new source for your favourite drink, I see?"
Daisy has sat up, shoving the groaning dwarves lying on top of her to the side. I stare at her, she seems not a bit surprised about our elven friend's activities and tastes. Does that mean...
"Satisfied or still thirsty?"
He grins at her. Mischievously.
"You know I can always have another go at this, darling!"
"Call me darling again and it's been the last time I let you drink from this source!"
She gets up, naked as everyone in the room, her massive thigh muscles bulging as she positions herself above the kneeling elf. I blink in surprise. She doesn't take a second, apparently as used to this as he is, and pours her own golden stream into his eagerly waiting open mouth. I feel my puss tingle - why is This exciting to me? It's just plain weird. But my ideas about weirdness and perversion and the facts of what turns me on have definitely shifted. I can see Arasadil's cock stand up hard and erect as he serves as Daisy chamberpot, swallowing the golden half-ogre pee like nectar. I lick my lips. Nothing could make me do that. Could it? No... I mean...
"Anyone one else need to go?"
Daisy looks over to the bed. I was so fascinated by the spectacle I didn't notice all dwarves have awoken and watch it as fasciated as I do.
"We don't do that."
"What? Piss?"
I frown. The elder dwarf shakes her head.
"Weirdly wasteful habit, don't you think? Dwarves have a perfect metabolism and digestion. We don't waste anything we intake."
"You don... and the other...?"
Chuckling all the dwarves shake their head, some with a pretty disgusted facial expression. I was pretty certain shitting and pissing was what all races had in common. Not even that, it seems. I have so many things to learn.
Being the only one to still have a morning need to satisfy, Arasadil excuses himself and makes his way to this - outhouse. I'm a little curious -- eventually, I guess I'll frequent this miracle of the modern world, even though I seem to have my own personal chamberpot at hand now.
I giggle as I sink back into the soft mattress, into the heap of now awake dwarves and the half-ogre. I feel hands all over my body, as well as mouths, and submit willingly as one of them, their beard tickling, begins to kiss me. I wonder if we're starting another round of orgy time, but then the door opens and Arasadil enters again, followed by a stout brunette woman, a little taller than me, apparently a maid in this Inn.
I see her blush and try to avoid looking at anything - my elf friend included and only now realise he didn't bother to put on any clothes when he left our room, walking the halls and the back yard proudly naked.
I sit up and look at his brazenness - surprised I didn't even realize he's still naked when he left, so natural does this state occur to me now. And of course, Everyone is still naked, myself included. I only wonder for a short moment to put something on, but nobody else does and I'd feel more foolish being the only one showing modesty -- or prudery - now.
Both Arasadil and the girl carry a large tray laden with food and drink and I hear my stomach rumble. I was ready for another round of debauchery a second ago, but all of a sudden, breakfast is even more tempting than fucking.
The maid puts down the tray on the bed then lets out a squeal as Arasadil slaps her big ass. Then slips a coin between her large breasts, revealed by a deep neckline. She giggles, apparently more than appeased by the tip for his effrontery. Especially as he plants a kiss on the hollow of her neck. I know those are -- entrancing. With a quick look to his large, pale erect cock she leaves the room, still giggling.
I am first at the tray, my stomach now grumbling even louder, break off a piece of fresh warm bread and some cheese. Soon everyone has something to eat at hand. I chuckle, as Daisy devours a huge slap of meat whole Arasadil nibbles on a slice of apple.
I'm still trying to associate the dwarves' names with their respective faces - I didn't have much time for talking since I met them - when the elf opens the conversation with what sounds like small-talk, even though the dwarves solemn faces make it seem quite serious.
"So, my friends, what takes you to this side of the world? You're not from the mountains here, I can hear from your accents. Copper Mountain?"
Our new dwarf friends are impressed -- me too, their accent sounds like the one every dwarf has to me. But then again I never met any dwarves from anywhere but our own mountains and those originally come from... I don't even know. I know so little about the world.
"Indeed, friend elf. We're here on a very important mission for the clan."
"A mission so far from your home? New mining grounds?"
The grey bearded dwarf who clearly leads the group of seven shakes her head.
"No, it's... complicated. And a little... shameful."
Aradsil's ears twitch. They actually do. That is such an elvish cliche it makes me giggle.
"Shameful in a dirty way?"
"Unfortunately not any more!"
One of the dwarves -- Horny? -- sighs.
"Now you got me curious!"
The elf reaches for the tray on the bed between naked dwarves and Daisy and me to take a grape.
"Pray tell?"
"I... It's not a tale we tell, lightly."
"Not even to the elf who made you come six time last night, honourable Kinky?"
Am I imaging it or does the elder dwarf actually blush under her beard?
"You want our story as reward?"
The elf smirks.
"My services are for free, but I hoped they made us friends. Enough to share?"
Kinky sighs. Her heavy breasts pleasantly wobble. I shake my head. Focus. I'm not so naughty to Only care for people's bodies! Am I?
"Alright, alright. We're regaining what has been stolen from us by... a nobleman"
"Of this land?"
She nods.
"Who?"
I almost feel bad for the dwarf -- Arasadil's inquiring questions are clearly making her uncomfortable. But I'm also curious.
"The... the prince."
Now my ears may have twitched,
"OUR prince has stolen from your clan? But he's a prince. They're filthy rich!"
Arasadil chuckles.
"Your realm is a pretty small one -- I know some middle ranking elves probably wealthier than your royal family. And dwarves hold many treasures. What did he take? Gold? Jewels?"
"N... nmnnoo.. It's... uhm..."
"He stole our servant!"
One of the more forward dwarves interjects, earning them a stern look from their elder.
