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Long before I reached the glade, it pulsed with intent. The air was thick - humid with arousal and magic - and each step I took felt more like surrender than curiosity. My bare soles brushed moss dampened by dew and the vines overhead coiled tighter around the canopy, as if shielding what lay ahead. Glowing fungi dotted the trunks like watching eyes and the scent that lured me onward was unmistakable: wild jasmine twisted with sweat and slick.
They waited in a hollow where moonlight filtered in soft columns, filtered through silken moss and flowering tendrils. Two elvish women - divine in stature, wicked in gaze. One stood tall, skin like burnished bronze and eyes gleaming gold. Her hair was bound in intricate coils and she held a wand shaped like a thorned branch that hummed with stored spells. The other lounged, pale and feline, her white-blonde hair cascading over one breast, the other bare, her fingers lazily stroking a coiled leather strap.
They didn’t speak to me. They rarely did - an introduction was not needed and my body always spoke louder, clearer, needier. Every breath I took, every tremble in my thighs, every drop of arousal that clung to me was a plea they understood better than language. The taller one crooked a finger and I stepped forward, already trembling, already theirs. After all, I’ve come to them for years now.
They undressed me slowly - not out of tenderness, but to examine. My sheer wrappings slipped away under deft fingers and the fabric became nothing but a lost promise on the forest floor, revealing skin flushed and sensitized. My antlers were cupped, tilted, held like handles as the blonde elf circled behind me and murmured something low. A wooden collar formed at her word, sliding into place at my throat - alive, sentient and tight with promise.
Then I was on my knees.
The pale one tapped my cheek with the coiled strap until I looked up, tongue out. She spat - warm, bitter - and I caught it on my tongue like devotion, swallowed, then smiled at her. The strap kissed across my breasts with two sharp snaps that made my nipples sting. I rocked forward, hungry, as she laughed, "Greedy little mouth."
Hands behind my back, bound with a vine that mimicked my own, quickening heartbeat. My breasts were bare, rising and falling with each shallow breath. They spoke over me like I wasn’t there.
"So eager. You said she’d be dripping."
"She is."
"Then let’s put that mouth to use."
The pale one got up, moved closer and straddled my face without preamble, her thighs like satin against my cheeks. Her scent flooded me - deep, musky, divine. She gripped my antlers to guide me, grinding down with a low moan as I licked, drank, obeyed. Her wetness coated my tongue, my chin, my neck and I swallowed every drop, desperate, hungry.
The collar didn’t just pulse with light - it responded to my own arousal. Every needy sound I made earned a tightening squeeze, a flash of heat, like it was training me. When I gasped too loud, it zapped me - not pain, just sharp enough to make me whimper softer. All of me belonged to them now and the collar made sure I didn’t forget.
Behind me, the magic thrummed to life.
The other elf crouched, spreading me with strong hands and pressed the tip of that magical rod against my folds. It buzzed for a short moment as arcane waves collected against my most tender spot and I jerked against my restraints, moaning into the other’s lust.
The first spell forced my body open - my lust bloomed around it, pliant, desperate, as if the magic whispered directly to my shameful ache. The second spell followed before I could adjust, sending heat like a brand to my core, making me sensitive until every brush of air made me twitch.
She palmed my ass and pressed a sliver of ember‑root to my rim, oiled and wicked. The burn blossomed sweet and mean, a desperate ache that made my legs shake. "Hold it." she murmured, sliding it just inside, shallow, so every clench fed the heat back into me. I sobbed into the slick above me, unable to escape the electric edge crawling under my skin.
"Crying already?" the soft one chuckled, her fingers across my chest. "You’re always so quick to surrender." She smeared a bit of drool across my thighs, laughing as I whimpered. "Let us hear how ruined you are." she whispered, then reached between my legs and slapped me there - making me cry out in lust.
Then came the third spell.
It wasn’t a wand anymore - it was her will made flesh, sliding inside me, spreading me with magic that curled and writhed like a tongue and a man’s flesh all at once. It thrust without mercy, without rhythm, just relentless pressure, filling me with phantom girth and wet strokes that made my walls clench in futility. My body convulsed against the binding vines, back arching, my hips trying to meet every pulse.
My cries were swallowed by wet thighs, but the pleasure rippled through me like a tremor. My own lust spasmed, leaking around invisible girth, juices slicking my thighs and still it didn't stop.
She laughed - sweet and cruel, her breath hot against my neck as she crouched behind me.
"You feel that? Every spell remembers how needy you are. We do this little ritual for so many years now... all that collected experience."
I was nothing but sensation - raw, dripping, undone.
"Such a good thing." she murmured. "Drown in us. You’re nothing but tongue and hole now."
Then - suddenly - it stopped.
The pulsing wand, the phantom strokes, the relentless fullness... all vanished at once, leaving me gasping, aching, empty. My body quaked in the absence, my walls clenching helplessly around air. I trembled, caught in the raw ache of denial.
They moved with slow, deliberate grace.
The tall one took her place above me, lowering herself onto my face like a queen claiming her throne. Her thighs were firm, muscles flexing as she pinned me there, grinding in slow, savoring circles. Her scent was sharper, darker than the other’s - sweat and sex. She held my antlers tighter, forcing me into every dripping fold, riding my tongue with no mercy, no patience.
She moaned low - guttural, commanding - and her hips bucked with it. I licked helplessly, letting her use me, smother me, flood me with her pleasure. Her scent smeared across my face, soaking my skin while I drank her in.
"Don’t stop." she growled, pressing down harder. "Your breath belongs to me now."
Below, the soft one knelt again - but this time she didn’t toy with my entrance. She watched me with a gaze full of heat and when I bucked and squirmed under the weight of the elf straddling me, she finally moved. Her fingers slid inside me first - cruelly slow - massaging my insides gently and with almost eerie knowledge about my tender spots.
"No thoughts." the soft one whispered, kissing the inside of my thigh. "Just mouths and holes."
And she was right. I didn’t think. Couldn’t. She made sure of it. Her hand between my legs was gentle, but her tongue was ruthless - circling, stabbing, flattening me into nothing. My body bucked, but not because I wanted to run - because I needed more.
She brought toys - not ordinary ones, but living implements carved from forest magic. A slick vine slid into me, pulsing and twisting, responding to my every twitch. Another tendril wrapped around my chest, flicking and tightening. Her mouth joined between my legs, tongue lapping as I gasped and arched.
They made me come - but didn’t stop. Again. And again.
Every orgasm blurred into the next, overwhelming, messy, divine. My face was painted in their ecstasy... my thighs trembled, soaked. They slapped my ass, my breasts, praised my filth. Spells bound my limbs, forced me open, made my body a playground.
And still, I begged - silently, needily. The forest answered. Vines tightened. Wind howled. Bioluminescent light flared like stars.
A braid of vine clipped to my collar and the soft one tugged, guiding me to crawl over the moss while lantern‑motes hovered like curious eyes. "Pretty pet." she cooed, leading me in a slow circle so every part of me swayed and opened for them. I arched my back and wagged my hips shamelessly, the leash a perfect weight on my throat.
The soft one slid around to straddle my chest instead, not with the weight of dominance, but the focus of curiosity. Her fingers slipped into my open mouth, two at first, then three, curling deep to press against the back of my tongue as if testing how far I would take her. Her other hand cradled my jaw, smearing my own wetness across my cheek as she whispered something too soft for my ears but sharp enough to tighten my thighs.
She pushed her fingers deeper, slow and steady, until I gagged, then drew back with a delighted moan. "Such a hungry little thing." she breathed, thrusting her fingers into my mouth again, making me drool around them, slick and messy. The taste of my own lust so prominent on her skin.
I couldn’t breathe right - but that was the point. Her fingers had my throat, deeper each time, knuckles pushing past the resistance. Drool bubbled from my lips, smeared across my chest. She slapped my cheek between thrusts, sharp little taps that made my eyes water. "Open wider." she hissed.
Behind me, the tall one parted me further, spreading my cheeks with both hands. I felt her breath against my hole, then the warm glide of something thicker, firmer - an enchanted toy, smooth and bulbous. It pressed into my behind without resistance, my body already ruined and welcoming. She pushed until it seated deep, then followed with another, thinner one, this one alive with wriggling tendrils.
She hooked her thumbs in me and spread, whispering magic words that made her view appear in front of my eyes, so I had to watch my own holes, the toy flowering me open. "Look at you." she said, tugging my collar. "You enjoy belonging to us like that, right?" I nodded hastily as best as I could and the tendrils inside me rewarded my honesty by writhing deeper.
I squirmed, mouth full, hole stuffed, my whole body twitching in response. My hips jerked upward, useless against the vines that held me still.
The fingers in my mouth began to thrust in rhythm with the toys buried in me. Every hole was filled, worked, used. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. My mind shattered under the rhythm they built together. I loved every moment of it.
I was soaked in everything - sweat, drool, lust, filth. The moss stuck to my knees, the scent of my own filth burned in my nostrils and their moans wrapped around my skull like spells. My insides ached from fullness and still I clenched, still I begged, still I wanted. Pleasure wasn’t a peak anymore - it was a place. A cruel, divine plateau.
I came. Then again. And again.
My body convulsed beneath them, overflowing, twitching. I lost track of time, of pleasure, of how many waves of release they wrung from me. All I knew was hands, tongues, toys - wet heat, stretching fullness and the sweet burn of being completely, unapologetically used.
When they were done with me, I was on my back, body limp, twitching, smeared with lust. My folds gaped, leaking. My mouth hung open, drooling. The collar dimmed.
They didn’t clean me first. They gathered everything I’d spilled with their fingers and fed it back to me - on their knuckles, their tongues - until I was licking them clean, eyes wet, grateful. "All of it." she said, thumb on my tongue. I swallowed and smiled, dizzy with the taste of exactly what I was for them.
Then they unbound me with a kiss - soft, lingering, like the final touch of a spell’s echo. The vines receded slowly, reluctant to let me go, caressing my thighs and wrists one last time before slipping back into the moss. The collar loosened and melted into petals that scattered across my chest, still rising and falling with trembling breath.
Hands - gentler now - smoothed my hair, wiped the drool from my chin and cupped my cheek with a reverence that made my heart ache. One leaned down and licked the mess from between my breasts, humming with satisfaction. The other pressed a final finger between my thighs, collecting the dripping wetness with a low moan of approval.
They watched me for a long moment - ruined, shaking, mouth parted in a silent, dazed gasp - and smiled themselves when they saw the grin on my lips.
"You’ll feel us for days." one said, licking my chest.
"She’ll beg for more soon." the other purred, pressing her slick fingers to my lips.
And then they were gone, vanishing into the trees with laughter like chimes.
The forest sighed around me.
And I... simply lay there, blessed, ruined, adored.