A gush of volcanic-like semen fills Lazalan, the elf's tight and once-virgin ass filled with bubbly cum. The ten inches long, three inch thick cock playfully thrusts into his nice ass a few more times before it slides up and out. The weight of a rival was rested atop his back, the larger male not a snow elf like him but a half-demon. He'd been a friend of Lazalan's family, having plowed his father and his father's father into bitches, but the relationship with the dark-skinned warrior atop him was one not of master and submissive ass. It was one that was more tender... one that led to the male chuckling and kissing the young elf's cheek.
"Good job... no questioning that your ass is perfect."
The gruff voice is one that's familiar... one that he recalls with a mix of memories... all while slowly closing his eyelids and drifting into sleep atop the bed in his old village. He needed to rest, since tomorrow he'd no doubt hear all about how loud he'd been while getting his ass plowed by-
Thunk.
...
Thunk.
Lazalan would slip back from the dream... or had it been a real memory? His small camp had been his home for so long, yet not without punishments like that dream. It had been a year after he set out from his village, but a run-in with a cowgirl had left him suffering from amnesia. The very same cowgirl was visible from his shared cabin. Or, rather, her own. He'd been recovering for almost a year... beefed up, too, all considering. He was still a waif-like male, though more muscle adorned his body than the younger male that had left his village in frustration over their picking on him. Maybe that's why the dream felt so real. But the thunk of the cowgirl's one-handed hammer, a weapon when it wasn't a tool, was another reminder of why he couldn't laze around.
"Good, you're up. Go outside and get some firewood..." A thunk sounded again, the sight of a nearly complete sword visible upon her anvil. It wasn't clean, based on the level of force she was putting into it... but it had been a year-long project. A farewell gift for her "small elf boy".
"You don't even know magic and you think you can sleep the day away instead of do chores... once I kick you out, you're going to be coming back asking 'oh Mable, please take care of me! I'll be your precious husband' in no time. Ugh... just thinking of you coming back on your knees and groveling is enough to make a woman want to go find a strong bull to fuck..."
"Good job... no questioning that your ass is perfect."
The gruff voice is one that's familiar... one that he recalls with a mix of memories... all while slowly closing his eyelids and drifting into sleep atop the bed in his old village. He needed to rest, since tomorrow he'd no doubt hear all about how loud he'd been while getting his ass plowed by-
Thunk.
...
Thunk.
Lazalan would slip back from the dream... or had it been a real memory? His small camp had been his home for so long, yet not without punishments like that dream. It had been a year after he set out from his village, but a run-in with a cowgirl had left him suffering from amnesia. The very same cowgirl was visible from his shared cabin. Or, rather, her own. He'd been recovering for almost a year... beefed up, too, all considering. He was still a waif-like male, though more muscle adorned his body than the younger male that had left his village in frustration over their picking on him. Maybe that's why the dream felt so real. But the thunk of the cowgirl's one-handed hammer, a weapon when it wasn't a tool, was another reminder of why he couldn't laze around.
"Good, you're up. Go outside and get some firewood..." A thunk sounded again, the sight of a nearly complete sword visible upon her anvil. It wasn't clean, based on the level of force she was putting into it... but it had been a year-long project. A farewell gift for her "small elf boy".
"You don't even know magic and you think you can sleep the day away instead of do chores... once I kick you out, you're going to be coming back asking 'oh Mable, please take care of me! I'll be your precious husband' in no time. Ugh... just thinking of you coming back on your knees and groveling is enough to make a woman want to go find a strong bull to fuck..."