Story of a Dick-Girl Chapter 5

Story of a Dick-Girl Chapter 5 Story of a Dick-Girl Chapter 5

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Following on from Chapter 4

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Following on from Chapter 4

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Submitted: January 15, 2016

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Story of a Dick-Girl: Chapter 5

 

The enemies of the elves and llianari were soon overrun, and peace began to return to the region. After some months’ fighting, the last pockets of the enemy had been defeated. At last, instead of the silence of fear and oppression there began the sounds of celebration. Amongst the llianar communities - where the inhabitants had lived under the shadow of brutality - the festivities lasted almost a whole week. During this time, it has been said that the smell of semen and other sexual emissions rivalled that of liquor.

 

A lonely figure wandered through the busy streets, a forlorn shadow in the brightness of the jamboree that went on around her. In one tavern, she saw at least six llianar and one she-elf entangled in an orgy, in which the elf seemed to be the centre of attention. The furious gyrating of hips, and the sight and smell of semen as the revellers came with shrieks, drunk on lust and alcohol, gave little comfort to the pitiful wanderer. Further down the street, two more revellers were embroiled in a clumsy attempt at sex. Cum spurted copiously from them as they drank and laughed together.

 

And still this spectre amongst all the frivolity continued as if she was in search of someone. In a closed tavern, two llianari and a she-elf caroused together as pools of semen spilt onto the floor. The figure sighed longingly, and continued her seemingly aimless rambling.

 

It was not only llianari that cavorted in the streets. A good number of elves also joined in the festivities. These were mainly Night-Elves, otherwise known as Mora. In one of the city’s parks, a she-elf was fingering her lover’s pussy as they kissed. In the same open area, a female Mora sucked an elf’s penis while he leant against a bench. The wandering figure looked on with a mixture of disgust and longing. Further down the street, she came across a she-elf kneeling on the sidewalk while her lover lifted her skirt, and fucked her until her pussy leaked down her stocking covered thighs.

 

On the street outside, three merrymakers welcomed home a fourth who they thought had been lost in the conflict. She was covered in the outpouring result of their attentions, as her own penis shot her offering into the air, along with the string of blue beads one of her admirers had inserted to heighten her rapture. From a hotel lobby came the cries, moans and screams as the guests celebrated their joy together. And still the solitary soul searched the city.

 

Still farther down the road, an inebriated llianar sat spilling her merriment over her white dress, as three of her comrades slopped their own offerings, covering her in their sticky milky whiteness. One could see a fourth behind the flowing white fabric, her dick filling her partner’s quim with cum.

 

 

As dawn turned the sky from dark to pale, a local heroine was being treated by two young she-elves. The one took the tip of her massive cock in her mouth while the other sucked lightly on her balls. Although her strong legs almost gave in more than once, the llianar remained on her feet until - with an almighty thrust - her penis propelled her cum like a fountain onto the cobbled road. Even though she managed a smile, the wanderer’s heart was still sore, and she continued her search.

 

Watching all this merriment around her did not leave her cold. As her swollen dick ached for release, she made for an empty bathhouse. Once inside, she waited for a she-elf and a llianar to finish their celebration. The black-haired one was ramming her cock into the red-head’s mouth, until two streams of white liquid poured out of either side of it. The couple dressed, greeted the lonely figure, and left her alone. She stripped off, took her erection in her hand, and began to pleasure herself. It did not last long. All too soon her seed spilt out onto the sterile tiled floor. As she came, her balls ached - a reminder from and old injury. She dressed once more, and left the building. All that she had achieved was relief for her now flacid member. It did nothing to fulfil the empty feeling that gnawed like hunger in the pit of her stomach.

 

The figure was heading out of the city. In an abandoned house, three Mora - one she-elf and two males - celebrated on a mattress on the floor. The one male fucked the she-elf from behind, while she fondled the other one’s dick. Further down the street - close to where steel, concrete and asphalt gave way to field and forest - was the ruin of what might have been a plush expensive home. On the rubble-littered floor, two Mora indulged themselves. The she-elf knelt with her legs straddling her lover. His strong hips rammed his cock into her, each thrust eliciting a breathless groan as his partner’s pussy gave in to his advances. And still the lonely soul pressed on, part of her longing to get out of the city and away from the celebrations. In her life at that time, there was no room for festivity.

 

At one of the many parties held in the village, Jaynna met Ninka. She was a beautiful llianar about the same height as Jaynna. She was not much younger than Jaynna. Amidst all the revelling, she felt a special connection with her. Unlike those around them, the couple sought to continue their encounter away from the public view. Jaynna’s little cottage was nearby, so they made their way there. It was not easy to navigate one’s way through the naked bodies of those whose activities, and imbibing had left them in a state of stupor.

 

Back at the cottage, Ninka and Jaynna were soon standing naked in the lounge. They embraced and kissed each other feverishly. As hands kneaded pliable flesh, and fingers left nerve-endings tingling with awakened ecstasy, their bond became even more special. They stood face-to-face. A wave, almost like an electric current, soared through them as their erect penises touched. Thrusting with their hips, they rubbed them together without breaking the contact. As their excitement grew, the connection became more difficult to maintain.

 

 

Jaynna felt that she had drank a little too much wine, and needed to lie down. As she lay there with her eyes closed, her cock began to bulge under her miniskirt. Ninka’s own member was still recovering from when it had rubbed against Jaynna’s. Seeing her partner’s erection made her even harder. Ninka quietly drew nearer to the bed where her lover was relaxing. Slowly she began to pull down Jaynna’s skirt. She responded with a moan, and then allowed Ninka to undress her.

 

Jaynna lay on her back again as Ninka knelt next to her. The tip of Jaynna’s cock was coated in a thick covering of clear viscid fluid. Ninka stroked her with one finger until it glistened with the colourless fluid. In response, the reclining llianar’s dick began to twitch with pleasure.

 

In a pleading whisper as her eyes opened, Jaynna said: “Suck me.”

 

Ninka responded by putting her mouth over Jaynna’s expectant dick. The dream that had haunted her for so long was coming true again! As the moist lips and gentle tongue worked their magic, Jaynna felt her balls begin to contract as if she was about to cum. In an attempt to steady herself, she focussed on Ninka’s unrestrained member. Her partner let out a whimper of delight as Jaynna’s fingers enfolded around it. The swollen tip throbbed in her closed hand. But Jaynna’s desire knew no abatement.

 

Changing position, Jaynna sat with her back against the cottage wall. Ninka opened her shapely legs and let her into her waiting honeypot. Ninka’s eyes took in the sight of her lover’s well-rounded breasts bouncing up and down, as she drove in and out of her. Jaynna could see Ninka’s dick jiggle as she fucked her. Her own pussy began to respond as she imagined what it would feel like inside her. Even as she felt Ninka’s quim contract around her, Jaynna could think of nothing else than her riding that neat little cock.

 

Her lover relaxed as her orgasm began to subside, but her penis remained unchecked. Jaynna switched places and felt the warm shaft fill her, its velvety tip caressing her as it went deeper in. Her own penis began to ache with the desire for release. But it felt so good to have Ninka’s cock inside her, that she forced herself to persevere for a little while longer. Her strong hips drove the smaller member in and out of her wet pussy. Ninka’s dick soon began to pulse and she cried out. Quickly Jaynna withdrew, and held both her own and her lover’s cock in her hand. The energy that was released as both of their penises leapt into action, made the climax even more sensational. They were almost breathless as their cum was united into a single fountain that covered them in its warm stickiness. They lay in each other’s arms as their cocks went limp, and dribbled little rivulets of sperm down each other’s thighs. Having washed themselves, they both snuggled up to each other and fell into a blissful sleep.

 

 

 

The next day, having told Ninka that she was going to the local shops, Jaynna went in search of the most magical beings in the entire realm, to receive their blessing over this relationship. Although the strife was over, she did not want anything to disrupt the bliss that she had found. She found a grove where these beings were known to dwell. Slowly and carefully, she took off her clothing until she stood naked in the forest. She found that she was shivering with anticipation.

 

There is a tale in Llianar legend of a hero who had been mortally injured. Her armour was rent, her clothes torn, and her weapon broken. She lay bleeding from many wounds. As she wept for fear of dying, she heard the sound of wings, and there appeared above her the most beautiful figure she had ever seen. She seemed to be dressed in pink flowers that matched her gossamer wings. Without a word, she began to caress the warrior’s cheek with her gentle hand as she gazed into her tearful eyes. She then pulled down the front of her dress to expose her breasts, and told the llianar to stroke them. Too weak to resist, she did what she was told. As the other obviously relished in her touch, the head of her cock began to show from under her skirt.

 

The warrior was instructed to dandle with the throbbing organ. Again she obeyed. Not long after that, the figure told her to stop. Aiming the tip of her dick at the warrior’s broken ribs, she came so that the warm liquid trickled into the open gash just above the fracture. At first it stung, but soon the lesion began to close, and even the broken bone underneath to mend. Carefully the winged llianar moved to another wound, and another and another, depositing her semen into the open cuts. Each of those treated this way began to heal.

 

The warrior pleaded as tears ran over her dirty face: “How can I repay you for saving me from certain death?”

 

The other replied by stroking the warrior’s penis until it became fully erect. She then straddled her and pushed herself onto it. Her eyes closed as she felt the strong organ fill her pussy. Slowly and deftly she rode it until the fighter’s hips lifted off the ground, and her womb was filled with potent warmth. She smiled as she declared: “Now I shall take your offering to my Queen, for she alone deserves such a valiant gift.”

 

“What are you called?” the llianar asked.

 

“I am Kortee’Mea, otherwise known as the ‘Little Folk’.” The other replied, and before she could say anything more, she shrunk until she could fit into the palm of the warrior’s calloused hand. Jokingly the llianar blew softly onto the winged figure, who let out a shrill giggle as her little body quivered with delight, and said: “Our magic is strong Dear Heart, and we do not share it with just anyone. But we saw that you fought with honour this day, and this is why we pledge that, should any of your gentle people be in need, we shall share our medicine with them just as I have with you.”

Before the llianar could reply, the Kortee flew off into the forest and was gone.

 


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