Part 2
Weeks later...
Gwyn sauntered through into her ingredients room, peering around in the dark. It was evening, and even with her elven sight, it was hard to see all the many jars, puches, and other containers lining the shelves, or their contents for that matter. With a flick of her wrist, a light appeared beside her, and as she began stalking the room, an open book levitated faithfully beside her. She glanced at it, re-reading a passage for the ingredients required for a potion. The elf checked and re-checked the shelves. Bending over, her enormous breasts gently sagging beneath her, she searched the lowest shelves with intent.
Unable to find what she was looking for, She began to grow slightly agitated. She stood up quickly, and as she did, she felt her thick ass press its full, cushiony volume into the shelf behind her. There was a clinking sound. Gwyn turned around in time to see a large glass jar plummeting from the top shelf. She reached out to catch it, but it evaded her grasping arms and lodged itself upside down directly in her expansive cleavage.
Caught between her massive tits, the jar looked insignificant by comparison. Gwyn smiled in relief, and picked up the jar from her chest. As she lifted, there was a muffled 'popping' noise, and suddenly the jar came free, with the lid still trapped in the elf's bosom. With no lid, the contents of the jar, a viscous silvery liquid, spilled and splattered across the top of Gwyn's huge breasts.
Gwyn frowned, staring down at the mess on her chest. "Oh damn it-" she started to say to herself, but before she could finish she was interrupted by a sudden twitch in her hips. Her eyes screwed shut and she pursed her lips as she tried to suppress a moan.
Unicorn semen is a rare ingredient and a highly potent fertility enhancer. For humans, only a single drop is needed to produce a powerful orgasm. Gwyn is an elf, not a human, but there's more than a drop of the stuff splattered on her huge tits.
Gwyn leaned forward and gripped the shelf in front of her for support, fighting back another violent moan. She felt her heartbeat pounding in her chest, fiery heat burning through her body. Her big, round ripples began pushing their piercings through the cloth of her gown. As she fought down her urge to moan again, Gwyn became aware of a dripping sound. She peeked down and squinted at her feet. Long, syrupy ribbons were cascading between her legs to the floor. She almost didn't feel herself leaking for how hot her thighs were, but now that she felt it, she could not hold back any longer. Her legs began to shake violently, and As she tried to hold in the last moan, she capitulated. Her exerted whimper turned into a feminine, desperate cry of release. Her head jerked back and her tongue flew out of her mouth as pleasure overtook her mind. Gwyns hips spasmed uncontrollably, her tits bouncing around the room with every jerking motion....
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Far away, a luxurious palace in the countryside was hosting an auction of priceless artifacts, handsome jewelry, and items of magical power. Among the pieces in the collection, was a sapphire necklace which had belonged to the witch-elf Gwyn until a month ago. None of this was known by the guests at the house, of course. Except for one.
Sarylla had not been invited to the fancy party at the estate, but through some careful planning, she had been able to steal one of the servant uniforms and sneak in.
Now, Sarylla was serving drinks to guests in the audience hall, dressed in a black maid outfit with white frills, a short skirt and tight leggings, with heels the color of midnight. She carried a tray in one hand with cocktails and wine in little glasses, and wove between the many tables of guests.
Occasionally, a man or a woman in luxurious attire would pluck a drink off her tray, but Sarylla was hardly paying them mind. Her eyes were constantly darting to the front of the room, where a man in fine robe stood, annunciating to the audience about the merits of each item being sold from the collection. Sarylla kept stealing glances, hoping to find what she was looking for. It had taken her weeks to track down all the valuables she had stolen, and finally she was near the last one.
As she maneuvered back and forth through the hall, Sarylla wondered about the girl who this uniform belonged to. She must have been a very small girl, she thought, because Sarylla barely fit into the outfit at all. Her massive thighs filled the leggings to their limit, they were practically wrapped in the fabric. With how much the fabric stretched, you could see right through to her naked thighs. Every step threatened to rip holes in the leggings, so Sarylla had to move carefully.
This would have been manageable, if it weren't for her bigger problem.
Sarylla's balls ached. They ached most days. In the day they ached from being smothered between her thick, juicy thighs as she walked. And her balls ached with pressure at night from the extra large volumes of sperm filling them up all day. Ever since Gwyn had fed her that potion, her balls had become overproductive, constantly building up exponentially growing loads every single day.
With how tight her lower garments were, her big sack had no room, so Sarylla had come up with a creative solution.
Fearing the unwanted attention on her heist, she decided to tuck her fat ballsack into the rear of her leggings, tucking her cock underneath her as flat as she could. The tightness of the leggings and the cover of the skirt hid her huge nuts from view. The end result was that her already large ass looked slightly more plump than usual. This made her the thickest servant girl in the room, but it was better than the other options. As she walked, Sarylla was constantly aware of her sensitive nuts pressed against her asscheeks by the tights. It made it a little hard to focus, but Sarylla did her best to keep scanning the front of the rule for the deep blue of the sapphire necklace.
If Sarylla had been a little more alert, she might have noticed the drunk, rowdy table of men before she passed by. She didn't see the hand as it swung toward her rear. What happened next was so painful, it seemed to happen in slow motion. The man's hand was aiming to slap her enlarged butt, but instead the blow found Sarylla's tender nuts, constrained in her tight leggings. Her delicate balls were smashed brutally against her fat ass. Sarylla gasped in pain and fell forward. The sensation was excruciating. Her vision went black and she saw stars for a long moment. As she fell to the ground, the tray of drinks in her hand crashed to the floor with the sound of shattered glass. Her vision swam as two other servant girls came to her side to help her up.
Sarylla was limp, and as they pulled her from the floor, she felt her crotch get soaking wet. When her big, backed up balls had been squeezed against her butt, their contents escaped through the only channel available. A huge blob of cum squirted involuntarily out of her limp dick, soaking her pants and cascading down her thighs. Sarylla sobbed with pain as the girls dragged her away, black lines of makeup chasing the tears down her face. She felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her as she clutched her crotch in agony.
The girls sat Sarylla down in a room and closes the door behind them, before addressing her. "Are you okay?" "We saw what happened" they chimed, but Sarylla knew they didn't really understand. They would soon, however. Sarylla's tight leggings had finally given out in the fall, and her huge thighs bulged out from rips in the fabric. From out of these tears, the cum soaking her thighs oozed out conspicuously. Sarylla continued to weep openly, and the girls, seeing that something strange was happening, backed away slowly and then turned to leave the room silently.
Sarylla sat alone, her hands still folded into her crotch, cradling her ruined ballsack. She sat in a growing pool of her own cum, and hadnt even gotten the satisfaction of ejaculating. Her balls had been forcibly emptied and the contents spilled out into her lap. She wept for the pain, and the shame, and the indignity of it all.
Eventually, Sarylla gathered the strength to stand. The room she had been brought to was a small kitchen connected to the auditorium, and she could still hear the auction proceeding without her just beyond the door. She limped to the threshold and pressed her ear to the wood.
"...of our enchanted curiosity collection, the material value is obvious from the precious stones, but what truly marks this piece's prestige is it's usefulness..." the wordy auctioneer babbled. Sarylla listened closer.
"...placed upon the neck of any wizard or witch, they are utterly drained of sorcerous resources..."
Sarylla cracked the door and peered into the room. Surely enough, the man was holding up a sapphire amulet, cast in silver. Sarylla watched with baited breath as the bidding began. The quantities of wealth being tossed about the room for the item were staggering, more than Sarylla had ever seen in her life. Finally, the necklace was sold to a woman in the back of the room, and as she strode her way to the front of the room, Sarylla made note of her appearance. The woman was tall, slender, and dark haired, with a fur trimmed gown that went down to her heels.
