Magic Elf in an Erogame

I awoke feeling better than I could have imagined. I stretched and sat up, gazing at Olaf’s sleeping form. At some point he had rolled onto his back. In the early morning light, a tent was already being pitched beneath the thin blanket. My hands moved to pull the blanket down the bed.

My eyes met the monster that took my virginity. The foreskin was already pulled down, from the morning wood. I wondered what he was dreaming about that got him to be this hard already. Is it wrong to touch it?

I poked it with a finger. It was rock solid. In the morning light, I could see the veins better. My hand wrapped around it, but it couldn’t fit all the way. It’s hard to believe this thing was inside of me.

My face inched closer. I pressed my nose against the underside. It was the musky scent of a man. How does it taste?

I licked from the base towards the tip. It was saltier than I expected. The opening at tip leaked a clear drop. Is this precum?

My mouth wrapped around the head like it was a lollipop. I ran my tongue along Olaf’s tip. The clear drop tasted salty and sort of acidic. It wasn’t as thick as what filled me the previous night.

“Does it taste that good?”

The voice made me jolt and meet Olaf’s eyes. My face burned as I tried to form words.

“Keep going. I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day.”

I thought he would call me weird, but unexpectedly, he liked it. I wrapped my small pristine hand around the base of his member. The hair was slightly prickly. My mouth found the tip again.

Sticky saliva coated his tip and ran down the length. I pushed further, bringing my head towards the base. I gagged as it dragged past my uvula. I pulled off his cock and coughed a few times.

He patted my head and smiled. “You don’t have to try so hard. Use your hands, and be careful with your teeth.”

I tried following his advice. I coated his manhood in more saliva. Both of my hands gripped his shaft. I started with slow motions.

My hands worked up and down his length, and I used my mouth to suck and lick his tip. Occasionally, I would plant my lips against it, giving him a lewd kiss. The more I got into it, the more he seemed to like it.

I looked up, and his eyes were closed in pleasure.

He groaned and moaned the more I sucked. His hands gripped my ears like handles.

I bobbed my hand up and down, only managing to put a few inches in. Any more and my gag reflex would trigger.

The feeling of his hands gripping my ears made me wet. But both of my hands were focused on making him feel good. The only thing I could do was wiggle my butt or grind my legs together.

He grabbed my ears harder than expected and shoved me further down his length. Without warning, a thick string of semen shot into my mouth.

Most of it landed on my tongue, but some shot into my throat. I was lucky it didn’t go down the wrong pipe. More and more cum filled my mouth. The taste and smell were both equally strong. It was even more acidic than I had expected. There was no way I could swallow all of it without gagging.

As I sat up, thick globs ran off my tongue and fell towards my chest.

Olaf lifted my chin and stared at me. “Good girl.” He planted a kiss on my forehead, making me feel warm inside.

“Um…” I shyly regarded him. “Can you make me feel good, too?”

He grinned at me. “I like when you are honest. So cute. Do you want me to use my mouth, too?”

I shook my head. “I want you inside me again.”

“After making me finish like that? My woman is more demanding than I was expecting.” He stood from the bed and pointed at a spot on the mattress. “On your hands and knees.”

I did as he said and got on my hands and knees. The pose was embarrassing to say the least. My butt faced him, and he could see everything.

He grabbed my round ass.

I looked back to see him jerking himself to hardness again. I was so timid watching him. My genitalia twitched, and I turned back towards the wall. Maybe it’s better if I can’t see what he’s doing?

Two fingers found my lower lips. He squeezed them against each other.

I had to cover my mouth as I yelped. My body arched as my hands stretched forward towards the wall.

His fingers spread me open. A third finger rubbed against my clitoris.

I almost bit my tongue. I slumped forward, resting my face against the mattress. I bit down hard on my thumb.

His hands trailed down my body. Olaf pulled me up by my thighs, keeping my hips in the air.

I felt his cock rub against my entrance. It humped between my thighs, coating itself in my juices. A large hand squeezed my ass cheek hard, and that cock kept running against my clitoris. I knew he was doing this on purpose.

A lewd whine slipped out. “I’m cumming!”

But he didn’t let me fall on the mattress. His hands gripped my thighs and kept me upright. Despite my body twitching from the orgasm, he forced his cock into my lubed up hole. In one motion, he had conquered my body.

Olaf didn’t care that I struggled to catch my breath. His cock pierced me all the way in one motion.

“E-even though...You were so gentle...last…”

He forced the breath out of me. He pulled out slowly before roughly slamming it back inside.

A weird squelching sound came from my pussy.

Olaf started handling me more roughly. He wasn’t fast, but every thrust was hard and deep.

My face was buried in the mattress, and I struggled to understand. It was an unbelievable amount of pleasure. My hands were pulled behind me, and I was forcefully lifted from the bed. Even though I had no idea why I was treated like this, my body didn’t want him to stop.

His dick punched deep inside of me again, shaking me to the core. “I figured it out last night.” Another thrust rattled me as he spoke. “Every time I was deep inside, you would clench so hard.”

I was rocked by another hard thrust. My baby tunnel clenched tight around him.

His thrusts sped up, but punched just as ruthlessly. He was no longer having sex with me. No, he was trying to fuck me into the mattress. “You’re a glutton for punishment.”

“N-no..” I tried to deny it, but my voice was a shill cry of pure pleasure. My back arched even deeper, and my hips thrust towards him, making the impact even heavier every time.

His finger dug into my mouth, pulling on my cheek. “Admit it. Even though you were a virgin, you’ve always been a slut.”

I shook my head. “Iff not..true…”

His hands moved to my ears. He grabbed them roughly and pulled me back, arching my body the other way. Olaf’s cock buried as deep as it could go, lapping at my cervix yet again.

I felt a huge pressure coming. I couldn’t keep up much longer, and he knew it.

“That’s why your tongue’s sticking out.”

In my hazy fuck-addled mind, I didn’t even notice it. The sounds of his hips slapping against me had become background noise. My moans exited more freely, and my tongue flopped from my mouth like a dog.

His hips stopped moving, and he held me tightly to keep me from bouncing on my own. “If you want to cum again, you have to be honest.”

Olaf’s rough palms grabbed my tits hard.

I was so close, if only I could move. If I could move I would cum, but my body wouldn’t move an inch. Compared to my weak self, he had a herculean grip.

“Say it.”

“Wh-what?”

“Say that you’re a slut who wants me to cum inside.”

There was absolutely no way I could say that. It was too embarrassing, but if I didn’t say it, he wouldn’t let me cum. What’s worse is I could feel him circling his hips, making his length scrape against my walls, but it wasn’t enough to finish me. It just kept edging me.

His hips pulled back, dragging his manhood towards my exit. “Say it.”

My pussy clenched to keep him in. There was a fullness that started to feel empty. I swallowed my non-existent pride.

“I-I’m a slut… And I w-want you to cum inside…”

He nibbled on my ear. “Good girl.”

Olaf slammed my body into the mattress. His cock drilled into my prone body. There was no more gentle treatment. He fucked me down so hard as if he was trying to drill a hole into my body and through the bed itself.

I screamed as his hot load burst inside of me. It warmed my insides, and my mind went hazy. My clenching womanhood squirted all over his manhood. His sexy groans echoed in my sensitive ears. I was utterly defeated by his cock, but I took satisfaction in making him become an animal.

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After thorough bathing, we were on the road again. I was once again stuffed into the oversized bag. Even if I could walk freely, my legs were useless. I was sore beyond measure.

My face heated as I remembered that deviant laughing at me. I looked like a faun trying to walk for the first time. I vowed in my soul that I would get back at him. Is this anyway to treat a lady? After rough treatment, I am treated as luggage.

That being said, there is definitely some fishy business going on. Both times he came inside, what followed was an inexplicable heat. The first time, I remembered being able to see small specs in the air. I thought I had only imagined them, but it happened the second time, too. What does it mean?

On a whim, I focused back on my body, trying to sense anything. Incredibly, there was a feeling. It spread around where my womb should be. I put my hand to my stomach. Is it a baby?

It didn’t make sense. I wanted to pull out my hair. Can I make those specs appear again?

As if driven by that thought, a faint light appeared in front of me. The strange feeling in my womb dissipated a bit. A white light floated there in front of me, becoming my temporary companion in that dark bag. The feeling in my womb shrank smaller and smaller.

Once that feeling vanished, the white light flickered, eventually becoming nothing. What does this mean!?

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A strange darkness greeted me when I woke up the next morning. I tried opening my mouth, but a squishy ball muffled the sound. A rope pulled my mouth open wide, but contradictory, this ball gagged me.

“My, you’re finally awake,” an unknown voice said. “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up.”

“Mmm...Mmm…” I tried to speak through the gag. My heart rate spiked. A dream? This is a dream! Such thoughts entered my mind. My panicked brain struggled to make sense of it.

“Oh, oh, my apologies. Sometimes I forget even the silliest things.”

Even as the blindfold was pulled off my face, I still couldn’t see much. It was far too dark. Faintly, I could see a rocky ceiling.

The gag was pulled off. “Better?”

“Olaf!” I screamed and my shout bounced off the cave walls, creating a profound echo.

The stranger slapped the gag back on my mouth. “I guess I will come back later.”