Valiant Rescue
Drip… drip…
(Icon art by R4, who kinda posts mostly on Discord nowadays)
This damn curse… Orphelia was being eaten away at with every step she took across the countryside. Every single laden step was highlighted by the feeling of the bowling balls swaying between her legs. The thick heavy dark orbs were sensitive to every single thing they might detect. A chilly breeze, an exceptional bounce, and the occasional rub up against her thighs. And every time they got a bit too bouncy or a bit too touchy they sent a jolt up her spine and a zap across her crotch that would always reach her crotch.
And there came the dripping.
The front of her flimsy loin cloth was damp. That measly curtain didn’t even reach low enough to hide away the beastly sight of her malicious curse pendulum wobbling between her legs. With such dampness came an indication of wait laid beneath what it actually did manage to cover. Her cock, aching and needing at almost all hours of the day, even when it was housed inside of its animalistic sheathe, always just poking out just a tiny bit due to its immense size. Drip… Drip. It was maddening! And it highlighted every trek with a lustful clockwork that drove her to desperation and—
A shriek filled the air, girly and shrill. Orphelia lifted her head from exaggerated disdain. She rushed ahead through the grass to see what was causing the sound. Ahead on the road before the jagged tree and cresting hill was a figure running away. Flowing blonde hair, tall elven ears, and not very much in terms of clothing. Didn’t she recognize him? Right away her brow was raised as if to indicate her sudden steam of thought to sort him out.
And then she saw what he was running from.
A centaur came rushing out from the same crest the boy came running from holding aloft an exotic axe dripping with deep dark toxins. The centaur himself was more beast than man, entirely covered in fur and whose face was hidden behind a wicked black helmet of infested bark. Orphelia made a snap judgement and drew her blade with both hands. And as he went to protect the elf who rushed to her side she realized who he was.
“Prince Artia,” She gave a cocky smile. “A pleasure to meet you. Allow me to help you lose your entourage.” She rushed ahead and lifted her blade aloft. The centaur mindlessly swung its blade at her. The air exploded. Clang! Orphelia blocked the attack and pushed through. She broke the rank of her foe and violently clashed her shoulder in to his legs. Despite his supposed strength, the equine was shockingly easy to bring toppling over. He gasped for air through ceaselessly dry lungs. That mere blow alone was enough to dissuade him. The centaur twisted on his heels and went running off, not with immediate haste but more with an expressed understanding that this fight wouldn’t be worth it. Orphelia sheathed her sword and turned to the elven nobility apparent. This would be a hell of a find.
“Are you alright?” Orphelia asked. “Unhurt?”
“Er, yes!” The elf suddenly smiled. “Thank you for saving me! How can I ever repay you?”
Orphelia looked him over a bit more… A very pristine appearance this one had. His bare chest was bordering on being feminine, the seeds of breasts seemingly planted yet unwatered. His waist was thin and hips eye drawing and impressive. His short blonde hair was gorgeous and his bright green eyes felt verdant as a forest. “Well,” Orphelia trailed, eyes turning to the horizon. “I believe your father, the king of Ord’non Forest might be more able to pay me my rate.”
His eyes turned away from Orphelia’s very intriguing package. A timid blush spread over his face, but he understood. She began escorting him back towards his home, eager to cash in at last. Drip, drip… It was always awkward having someone else in her company. No wonder she preferred being alone. It was hard to find polite company who didn’t mind warrior women with nuts bigger than some men’s hands, a dick bigger than most horses, and the fact both were so overactive that a night without masturbation was akin to a month without even a morsel of food.
With even more polite company with her than typical she felt a certain urge to be exceedingly celibate. Her hand hovered over her balls a dozen times, but when she felt his eyes on her she refrained. She only got hard once on accident during their day trip and it took half an hour of painstakingly tame walks to recede the monster back into its cave. And with every step, she dripped and dripped feeding the grass with runny thin musky rivets of what was brewing in her furnaces.
Around a reasonable hour she called for camp which she made entirely on her own. The tent was pitched, and the fire was drawn. “You’ll have to forgive the lack of personal lounging. I don’t normally pack with fine company in mind,”
“Oh, you needn’t worry!” He smiled bright. “I won’t mind being close to you at all, good lady.” He licked his lips.
…
The fire had long since turned only to embers and a few strands of curious smoke streaking across the sky like silver fishing lines arching out to the starry fish in the obsidian ocean. Orphelia was grunting in her sleep. She thrusted in her rest. She writhed and was overwhelmed as sweat dripped down her forehead. She grasped at her cock and found her palms filled with hair. Squeeeeze, she pushed in tight. Fuck, it was too much!
Constrained by her dream, Orphelia struggled to open her eyes. An eye lid slowly lifted and she saw what was making her struggle.
Emerald eyes stared back up at her in her sleep. He slurped nosily once he realized he was discovered and more aggressively licked and suckled at Orphelia. Her cock was only half drawn, her equine monster being tugged further and further out. There it was again, that overwhelming sensitivity. Her eyes rolled back and she struggled to not buck like a stallion in heat straight into this warm needy throat. The veins in her cock bulged and the head of her dick slid open a bit further to pump out another puddle of pre. The elf boy eagerly slurped it down and moaned happily.
“Gah~” His mouth opened and drooled. A long strand of pre and spit connected them with a thread between cute elf boy and huge horny cursed horse dick. “Sorry~ I couldn’t help myself. But we did go to bed without supper, y’know. And a big wet hungry dick like this? Mmmph, c’mon stud, don’t hold back~”
Huff. Orphelia raised herself just the slightest bit up, frustrated at the sight yet clearly driven. “What will your betrothed think? I thought you were spoken for, prince?”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry~” He teased. “You’re misunderstanding something about me, but we’ll go over that soon. For now…” His hands skillfully wrap around that grown cock and hungrily humps away. Fuck! He was damn good at it too. The innocence of his princely face contrasted nicely with the freakish expertise his hand seemed to know how to work her massive dick off.
Whenever his hand reached the base of that cock it sent Orphelia’s world spinning. A rush of hormones flooded her senses. She gritted her teeth and fought to get another word out but that just wasn’t happening. She was too pent up trying to hold back on her daily session tonight. It was inevitable that if someone wanted to take advantage…
The prince slid across and laid his rear against her cock. He slid slowly, teasing at her dick and making it bulge and pulse and slobber down his back. “Yeah, I think you’re wet enough for me~”
Orphelia finally got her word in. “No offense, but you are definitely way too small for way too big—hrghh?~!” Her protest was silenced by that elf slamming his ass down around her cock that spread his ass WAY too far. It should’ve been impossible even with hours of edging and training his pucker, but with one stern shove he had spread himself out into a nice and pliable fuckhole with just the right tights squeeze at the right.
Up and down, he rode away hungrily with shocking strength. He used himself on her cock. Orphelia moaned without relent. Drool slid down the sides of her mouth and her eyes struggled to stay sternly faced ahead. Up and down~ He rode and rode. The air filled with the sounds of his fat ass clapping and hips colliding.
“How did… I … fit?!” She gritted out through her teeth.
“Would you like to see?~” He teased. Except, then he did show how. His skin began to hue blue with the pace of water rushing down the side of a wall. Bluer and bluer, until his back was made as clear and visible as a window of jelly. And this revealed how far his pucker had spread to take that cock that nearly was just too wide. A single layer of slime separated them. “Tadah~”
“Ghrghh~” Orphelia recognized what was happening but was in too deep. “You’re a… slime!”
“Yep~ Not bad, knight lady~” He rammed again and spun his ass in tiny circles to spread his rubbery tight hole around that cock, urging and milking it more to keep that pre spurting into him, visibly filling him more as his slimy body digested it all. “I actually did meet your prince friend and decided to jack his style. He’s probably still out somewhere but… Oh well~ So, with my new elven style I decided to hang out with that centaur back there. I milked him dry. Like, he literally was running out of fluids when he got angry and decided to force me out. But, soon came you. And just my luck, you’re a stallion too~ Just my style~”
Shrlp~ Orphelia was getting close, her cock massively moving and oozing more and pulsing visibly. He laughed. “That’s it~ I just need a quick burst of cum before I get plugged in to the slower tap, alright? C’mon big girl, let it loose, fill me up~ Do it do it do it~!”
THWAP~!!!
He landed his ass down hard as he could. Orphelia exploded inside of him and she could watch the cum fill him up like a measuring cup.
“Mmmph~ Fuck yes~ Alright, got a snack for the road! Time for the trip~” He twisted to face Orphelia, unnaturally twisting himself to do so. His stomach turned transparently as well, showing Orphelia what he was doing.
A tendril of slime inside of time poked at her cock head. She winded. Her wide dick hole was held open. And a slither began pushing inside. She hissed spit through her teeth and grunted hard as she slammed herself back. The tendril pushed more and more, oozing and pulsing and carrying more and more of him.
Oprhelia’s fat nuts began to swell and bloat, tendrils of slime writhing beneath the surface and spreading out. And with a sudden swift movement he decisively slid inside of her body and filled her up. Orphelia was left panting on the floor with oozing blue slime still leaking out of her dick and with her nuts veiny with tendrils bloating her balls.
“H-hey… No… free rides here!” She squeezed her dick and tried to squeeze him out but… Her shows of resistance were punished with tendrils of slime squeezing at her balls, her cock, and pushing at her prostate. A fat pulse shot a wad of pre from her dick against the wall and her entire body seized up. Any effort to the same campaign resulted in a similar anticlimax until Orphelia fell asleep through truly draining defeat.
…
Well… at least she wasn’t dripping anymore.
“You’re leaving at the next town.”
“Are you sure?” She heard his voice all the same. “C’mon, we’ve been having fun! It’s only been a week.”
Orphelia had changed a little bit. Her balls seemed a little bluer, literally not metaphorically, and they were fatter for sure. Her cock looked more used up especially with how her urethra was wider now. She had almost allowed herself to get used to their… situation. But… no. Just no.
“Next town… we sneak a quick session in at the bath, and then you leave. Got it? I’m tired of how dry my throat is, and I prefer going alone anyways.”
“Fiiiine~” He purred as they continued their walk. “But you’re gonna miss me, drippy.”
“Yeah…” She sighed. “I just might, but sometimes, a girl prefers to feel wet instead of crazy…” She would not be caught talking to her cock ever again.
For now.