A Guardian's Duty (Patreon)

Well if nothing else at least I intended this one to be on the longer side lol. Whether or not it was warranted I'll leave up to y'all. Hopefully the final product is worth the read!

As still as a statue and as unmoving as the trees towering above him Sinrij stood watch at the edge of the glade, his dark blue eyes fixed on the forest around him. And yet no matter how closely he watched the woodlands beyond his thoughts remained ever fixed on the two Elven women frolicking in the spring behind him. “I cannot fathom what Mother was thinking!” The princess remarked.

“Truly it seems Queen Silvastri has lost her mind!” The princess' handmaiden agreed.

Both lay naked in the crystal clear waters, their clothes discarded in heaps at the edge of the pool. Both had been watching their stoic guardian since the moment he respectfully turned his back to them as they undressed. And both were unimaginably annoyed by his consideration, “How could she tell us not to consort with such a beautiful man?!”

“Perhaps she fears the scandal of her daughter bedding a centaur?”

“Or perhaps she wishes to have him all for herself!”

They smiled at one another for a moment before promptly turning their attention back to the hulking warrior they'd been admiring for nearly a week. Indeed from the moment they'd first learned he would be their guardian while they traveled through the Ma'viri Woodlands. At first they'd resented the need for any sort of protection but upon seeing who would be protecting them both women had changed their tune in a heartbeat.

Bristling with muscle and covered in the scars of a hundred battles despite his abundant youth Sinrij was everything the centaurs they'd grown up beside wasn't. Tall and powerfully built with a wide frame and an imposing presence he was all at once intimidating and comforting, a constant source of reassurance simply by existing. His coat was a stunning shade of ivory unlike anything they'd ever seen while his skin was only a few shades darker. He had the most luxuriously untamed mane of golden hair falling down his broad shoulders and framing his rough features.

And no matter how many times they felt his silvery blue stare upon them both women shuddered. Indeed they shuddered even thinking about his intense gaze. To say nothing of his deep, rumbling voice and almost legendary talents with the spear and bow he carried with him, the holsters for each making up the only clothing adorning his otherwise gorgeously naked body. A gorgeously naked body that included a massive sheath undoubtedly housing an even larger cock and the biggest balls either woman had ever seen across a combined four hundred years of sexual exploration.

Compared to the rest of his enormous frame his loins were perfectly proportional but compared to their plumply slender bodies his size was nothing short of monstrous. In the most exhilarating way imaginable. Not at all helped by the fact that both of them were almost perfectly eye level with his musky sack and impressive sheath whenever they trailed behind him, something they did as often as they could. Even when he covered himself with his tail they image of his loins was burned into both women's minds as surely as the rest of his wonderfully handsome appearance

“Whatever her reason Mother has never given a more foolish command.”

“It would seem she's not as unfamiliar with our exploits as we thought.”

Princess Alvastri smirked at the notion and bit her lower lip, her eyes roaming Sinrij's body as her mind  filled with thoughts of caressing his alabaster coat, “Perhaps that's why she's so intent on finding me a husband or a wife. She thinks marriage will curtail my adventures as it did for her.”

“It's a pity she doesn't know you better.” Nuadda laughed.

“Indeed, we might've spared ourselves a great deal of frustration. Though we wouldn't have been sent on this journey . . .”

A short pause followed those words as both women admired their guardian. They watched a butterfly drift near his hind quarters and smiled with rapacious delight as his tail swished the small insect away, momentarily revealing his loins and sending a swell of arousal coursing through their already overwhelmed bodies, “Perhaps we should be grateful for her ignorance.”

“Perhaps we should . . .”

Even if both of his wards hadn't been speaking openly and without any shame Sinrij still would've known about their intentions. Queen Silvastri had warned him of their exploits and correctly predicted how both her daughter and royal handmaiden would react upon seeing him. She'd also asked him to resist their wiles if he was capable, though she'd quite unabashedly admitted she had little faith in his chances. Not thanks to any failing of his own but rather an awareness of how Princess Alvastri conducted herself. Especially in Nuadda's company. She'd seemed almost resigned to the inevitability of her daughter seducing him and indeed hardly seemed altogether bothered by the outcome. More than once her warnings and objections had felt almost obligatory. As if she was performing for some unseen arbiter even when she spoke to him without another living soul. Of course when others were around she had a good deal more conviction but it was difficult to think of such moments after glimpsing how she really felt.

Of course it was difficult to do a great many things when traveling with two of the most amorous Elves he'd ever encountered. Even by the standards of their often promiscuous species Princess Alvastri and Nuadda were nothing short of insatiable. In both word and deed they found every opportunity to turn him into more than their guardian. And at times they nearly succeeded, despite his perhaps bull headed determination to resist. To prove both the Queen and his companions wrong. At times he didn't have the slightest inkling why he was even bothering. Like when both of his wards had 'misplaced' their undergarments shortly before needing to ride on his back while he carried them across a river. Or when they'd insisted on sharing a drink with a traveling merchant only to spend much of the night making raucous love to the lucky woman.

Somehow he'd managed to resist everything they'd attempted but he could feel his resolve slipping away with every attempt. From the moment he'd laid eyes on them he'd been struck by their beauty and grace but after witnessing how wild and debaucherous they truly were his unspoken attraction had only grown. Both women were a beautifully blend of plump and curvaceous yet slender and delicate in that way only Elves seemed capable of. Each had wide, shapely hips and perky breasts just full enough to give them an ever more voluptuous frame. But while Nuadda was perhaps a bit more bountiful in her figure Princess Alvastri was considerably more fierce in her demeanor. Everything from her pale green eyes to the shock of short, silky black hair framing her face  accentuated the confidence in her every slightest move. With dark chestnut hair tied into a long braid and soft gray stare her handmaiden proved considerably more reserved, though to call either of them reserved in any way was nothing short of laughable. Succubi had more restraint then them. Though no Succubus could match the natural beauty of their warm brown skin and the elegant grace of their every slightest movement. Even when their every slightest movement was in aid of seducing him.

“Sinrij?” Princess Alvastri called out, her tone light and cheerful while her smile was decidedly lascivious, “Would you mind gathering a fresh set of clothes for us? I'm afraid ours have been sitting in the dirt for much too long!”

“Of course.” He replied, turning away from his post and approaching the small, enchanted bag carrying everything the pair could possibly need, “What would you prefer to wear?”

“I'm sure whatever you pick will look lovely.” Nuadda assured him, her tone every bit as bright as her companion's.

“Very well.”

Pointedly not looking at either of them he opened the bag and spoke one of several command words. The contents within shifted and rearranged themselves into an assortment of outfits for his wards. Most were nothing more than elegant gowns and the same sort of dresses they'd been wearing the entire journey. Exactly the sort of clothing one might expect nobility to don and undoubtedly what Queen Silvastri would prefer. But among the normal, regal attire were far more revealing ensembles. The kind of apparel often worn by the most bold and promiscuous Elves, or by those looking to sell their bodies to anyone with a few coins.

No stranger to such a look or the women who sported it he had yet to see either of his companions dressed in such a provocative manner. Much to his surprise and his unacknowledged but undeniable disappointment. Sinrij knew full well if he chose those outfits for Princess Alvastri and Nuadda they'd gladly wear them and it was all but impossible not to imagine such an outcome. Yet no matter how exciting that prospect might've been when he reached into the bag to collect their garments he grabbed two elegant purple and gold dresses fit for royalty. It wasn't an altogether difficult decision but he struggled with it a great deal more than he should have. Especially when he finally looked to the women he was meant to protect.

Rising from the water as soon as he was distracted Nuadda and Princess Alvastri had approached their guardian with near identical smiles. The gentle rustling of the trees all around them and the endless chittering and chirping of the forest had masked their footsteps perfectly. And when Sinrij finally turned his attention back to them they watched his body tense for just a moment as they actually caught him off guard. It was a feat they'd only managed once before, the first time they stood naked before him, and it was a feat they reveled in every bit as much the second time around. Just as they reveled in the way his eyes fixated on their faces as he awkwardly avoided looking anywhere else. Like at their softly heaving breasts and the warm brown buds slowly stiffening in the soft breeze. Or the curly tuft of neatly groomed but wildly thick hair resting just above their plump womanhoods. Or really any part of their goosebump dotted bodies, they were hardly concerned with where he looked so long as he admired them the way they'd been admiring him.

But somehow he managed to keep his gaze squarely on each of their beaming faces as he handed them their clothes and said, “I hope this will suffice.”

Yet they weren't annoyed by his lack of ogling. Indeed the continued challenge only excited them further. They knew full well he'd seen their naked bodies, that he couldn't possibly avoid seeing their naked bodies no matter how intently he looked into their eyes. And when they thanked him in perfect unison that exhilaration couldn't have been more obvious, “Thank you Sinrij.”

“You're welcome.”

He turned away from them a moment later, but not before the soft breeze sweeping through the clearing swept him up in the scent of their arousal. It was a scent he'd come to know better than any other while around them ad yet familiarity had done nothing to diminish it's allure. Sweet and heady with just a hint of something he couldn't possibly define it was all at once intoxicating and clarifying. His thoughts immediately strayed to all the lascivious things they wanted him to think about only for his undoubtedly pig headed resolve to take over. Like every other time he quickly found himself focusing not on the beautiful women taking their time getting dressed behind him but rather controlling his many urges. Particularly the arousal sweeping through his body and trying to send his manhood swelling out of his sheath. More than anything he fought to keep that from happening, entirely convinced he wouldn't be able to control himself if he didn't stop it. Let alone his lusty companions.

In an effort to further distract himself Sinrij walked away from his wards entirely, wordlessly gathering their discarded clothes and returning them to his bag. It might've been a touch humiliating to play maid for a pair of spoiled Elven nobles but he didn't particularly mind. At the very least it occupied his time for a few minutes. Especially when he set about cleaning their 'soiled' garments within the bag with another command word. It shouldn't have taken anywhere near that long for both women to dress themselves but he knew full well how long they could drag something out if it gave them a chance to seduce him. His only real chance was winning a battler of attrition and boring them until they didn't have any other choice. Little did he realize they were wise to his game and had already planned a counter. One far more subtle than anything they'd yet tried but no less effective in arousing their mountain of a protector.

With a softly uttered incantation Princess Alvastri cast a spell on herself and Nuadda, her words lost among the rustling of leaves and endless cries of animals all around them. By the time Sinrij noticed an unmistakable swell of magic behind it was far too late to do anything more than stumble headlong into the trap. He'd been told both of his wards were quite adept mages but he hadn't seen so much as a single example of their abilities since he started traveling with them. Suddenly feeling an exhilarating rush of magical power was too surprising to ignore and his curiosity quickly got the better of him. And by the time he turned around he was struck in the face by what they'd done to themselves. Or perhaps more accurately what they'd done to their once elegant and decidedly modest dresses.

The previously ankle length hem of their gowns had rised all the way up their plump legs until every inch of their supple brown skin had been revealed. Cut so finely around their chubby rumps and barely clothed loins even the faintest of breeze would've revealed them to his wide eyed stare. And because even nature itself seemed hell bent on testing him a light wind swept through the clearing as soon as he looked at the pair, immediately lifted what'd become their laughably tiny skirts to reveal just how encompassing her alterations truly were. What'd been comparatively normal underthings were turned into tiny little strips of cloth barely able to cover anything at all. Indeed they seemed more suitable for drawing his attention to the puffy contours of their undeniably beautiful womanhoods. It certainly showed off the curly tufts of hair above their pussies, not to mention the tiniest hint of their swollen buds ever so slightly peeking out over the edge of the damp fabric.

Sucking in a ragged breath and immediately looking away from their deliberate teasing Sinrij tried to avert his gaze entirely. Instead his gaze strayed upwards to drink in the rest of their voluptuous figures and all the changes wrought upon their gowns. Both the sleeves and stomach of their dresses had remained unchanged but any relief he might've felt disappeared the moment he looked higher. As soon as he saw the ample cleavage suddenly being shown off and the supple curve of their suddenly bare shoulders. Yet again shifting to reveal so much of their bodies it was almost meaningless the neckline of their attire had shrunk so dramatically and so completely they were all but spilling out of their clothing.

Looking as if the slightest movement would sent them bursting from their gowns both women teased him with the not so subtle hint of areola peeking out over the edge of the fabric. All on it's own that would've been enough to make him shiver but alongside everything else it made for a truly stunning appearance. Somehow the fact that he'd seen then naked only a minute or two earlier and had seen them naked in far more scandalous ways before that simply didn't register. Sinrij stared at both women like it was the very first time he'd ever witnessed their beauty and they smiled back at him with unabashed glee. Nuadda clasped her hands behind her back and adopted a more demure pose that couldn't have contrasted more with her lascivious smile while Princess Alvastri none too subtly stretched her arms over her head, lifting her skirt even higher and pressing her breasts together as the fabric tightened around her shapely figure.

“That's far better!” She sighed. Letting her arms fall back down to her sides and glancing at her handmaiden for a moment she sauntered towards their guardian and sweetly asked, “Don't you agree Sinrij?”

His eyes darted to her face after watching her breasts softly bounce with every step and her hips sway back and forth even more than normal he quietly replied, “As long as you're comfortable.”

“We're very comfortable.” Nuadda cooed. Approaching him with the same lewd expression as her friend she stared up at the centaur looming over them and asked her own not so innocent question, “Are you comfortable Sinrij? You look rather tense.”

Before he could respond Princess Alvastri moved in even closer, softly exclaiming, “He does look quite tense doesn't he? Perhaps you should rest? You've been so vigilant and so protective since we left my Mother's domain . . . you deserve a respite . . .”

“I'll endure.” He replied. There was the tiniest quaver in his once steadfast voice, one all three of them noticed immediately. But while he was steeling himself against any further weakness they were pouncing on his flagging resolve. “We should continue our journey. We've delayed long enough.”

Nuadda slipped in closer than ever, her body far closer to his own than he wanted. Yet he couldn't bring himself to withdraw even as she reached out towards him, “We can delay a little while longer . . .”

“Of course.” Her companion agreed, her own fingers drifting towards him as she spoke, “You needn't push yourself so hard on our account . . .”

Both of them touched him at the same moment and their gentle caress was more disarming than anything else they'd done. Trailing across his scarred stomach and down to his soft coat they didn't try to hide how excited they were as he stood there staring. “I'll endure.” Sinrij repeated.

Princess Alvastri and Nuadda moved in even closer. So closer their bodies were almost touching his as they smiled up at him. Suddenly they were tenderly stroking him with both hands, one pair drifting along his flanks and enjoying the supple softness of his coat while the others glided across his far more coarse skin, “But why would you simply endure when you can thrive?” The former whispered.

“It seems foolish to deny yourself the pleasure you deserve . . .”

“A pleasure freely offered . . .”

“A pleasure desired by all . . .”

“A pleasure you could have in a moment . . .”

“If you only allowed yourself to experience it . . .”

More overwhelmed and unsure of himself than he'd ever been in his life Sinrij struggled to respond. He struggled to do anything more than stare at them. Their softly spoken words and coaxing smiles were almost hypnotic and yet he knew no magic had been cast. They hadn't tricked or beguiled him with anything more than who they truly were. In a strange way their bluntness was quite a refreshing change from how their kin had acted while he was in the Queen's court.

As much as anything else that unapologetic openness had charmed him and the longer he stood there trying to deny himself and deny two beautiful Elves the deeper he sank into that charm. All the while his body was trembling and his loins were finally swelling like he'd tried so hard to avoid. His mottled brown and pink cock emerged from it's sheath to slowly extend beneath him, growing and growing and growing with every passing second. The musky scent of his emerging manhood and the heady smell of his body filled every breath both women took.

And while they'd basked in the latter every chance they had the former was so much more visceral in aroma. So much more intoxicating and exhilarating. All at once the most incredible thing they'd ever inhaled and yet so potent it almost seemed to burn their nostrils his arousal was everything they could've wanted and more. Their own bodies were alight with desire in seconds and their excitement only grew as his member swelled and long strands of warmth started leaking from the flared tip of his shaft.

Although neither of them had actually seen his cock yet they already knew how amazing it looked, how thick and powerful it was throbbing between his legs. Just as they knew they wanted nothing more than to drop to their knees and taste every inch of him before letting his absolutely enormous manhood ravish every part of them. But in a rare moment of self control Princess Alvastri and Nuadda restrained themselves. They didn't immediately give in to their lust and set upon him like wild animals. Instead they gave Sinrij a chance to come to them. A chance he was so close to taking.

“I can't . . .” He murmured, breathing in the sweet scent of their bodies every bit as eagerly as they basked in his own, “I shouldn't . . .”

“Why not?” Nuadda asked.

“Because my Mother asked you to?” Princess Alvastri added.

“I'm meant to protect you . . . not . . . not anything else . . .”

“I don't see why you can't do both . . .”

“You might even make a better protector . . . once you've eased your tensions and allowed yourself a moment's respite . . .”

“Or a few moment's respite . . .”

“Indeed!”

They grinned at one another and then turned their smiles back to him. Sinrij took a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself but he couldn't find any kind of center as they continued to touch him. Their caress was somehow both relaxing and exhilarating, a reassurance and an invitation. He finally admitted to himself how foolish his 'reasoning' was and how right they were. Had he given his word to Queen Silvastri things might've been different. But he hadn't and she hadn't asked it of him. Yet even knowing that he couldn't quite bring himself to give in. Not without airing one last concern that'd always been in the back of his mind. A very real and very worrying fear that his companions would effortlessly brush off like it was nothing.

“I'm responsible for your safety.” Sinrij stated in a much more clear voice, “For protecting you from any dangers you might face . . . including those I could cause . . .”

For a heartbeat or two both women were genuinely taken aback by his words. Confusion flashed across their faces as they utterly failed to comprehend what he was talking about. After decades upon decades of sexual debauchery the thought of being unable to handle a lover was as foreign to them as celibacy itself. But bewilderment quickly gave way to delight as they realized what he meant. An instant later they were both laughing, their sincere joy filling the glade and bringing a smile to their guardian's face in spite of his words and his lingering concerns.

“You won't hurt us.” Princess Alvastri assured him.

“You couldn't hurt us.” Nuadda agreed.

“H-How? I don't understand.” Sinrij replied, hope and a hint of confusion in his voice.

“You haven't been with many Elves, have you?”

“No.”

“Good.” Rising up to the tips of her toes and planting a soft kiss on his stomach Princess Alvastri smiled up at him and said, “We're very magical creatures.”

“In every conceivable way.” Nuadda cooed. Following her companion's lead she licked her lips and added, “In every. Conceivable. Way.”

“I don't understand what—oh!” His cheeks darkened and he immediately averted his gaze as a fit of embarrassment washed over him. “I-I see . . .”

“And even if we weren't . . . we've taken special precautions . . .”

A little shiver ran down his spine at the thought and in a moment of naivete he asked, “For me?”

His companions laughed again, smiling at one another and biting their lips, “No, we prepared ourselves for anything long before we met you.” Nuadda whispered. She kissed his stomach and let out a quiet giggle as his muscles trembled at her touch.

“But we certainly had entities like you in mind when we did.” Princess Alvastri added. Her lips brushed against his coat as she moved away from his chest and towards his flank.

“What sort of entities did you have in mind? Aside from centaurs.” Sinrij honestly couldn't say why he was asking but he certainly couldn't stand there and say nothing at all as Nuadda stepped in front of him while her companion teasingly moved along his equine half, her hands roaming his body and endlessly caressing every inch of his supple coat.

“Minotaurs.” The princess said without any shame or hesitation.

“Ogres.” Her handmaiden added between soft kisses.

“Young dragons.” Alvastri's touch drifted to the underside of his body as she neared his hind legs.

“Giants.” Nuadda gently took his spear and shield from his hands, tossing them to the ground with a wild grin.

“Unicorns.” They said in unison, their voices filled with breathless enthusiasm.

“That's a remarkable list . . .” Sinrij whispered. He looked at the woman standing in front of him, then to the woman standing at his flank.

“What's the matter?” Nuadda asked. Wrapping her fingers around his wrists and guiding his hands to her breasts she giddily added, “Are you intimidated?”

“Yes.” He replied without hesitation. His heart was racing and he couldn't stop himself from trembling with anticipation yet his hands were impossibly calm as he felt the soft warmth of her tits. He even managed to softly cup her perky chest before stating, “Of course.”

“Don't be.” Alvastri cooed. Kissing his soft coat and finally slipping behind him she lifted his tail and softly moaned, “We know what we're doing.”

“That's what scares me.” Sinrij remarked as he looked back at her.

He didn't have time to say anything else as Alvastri, intoxicated by the sight and scent of not only his massive balls but deliciously puffy asshole, lost whatever self control she'd managed to keep thus far. A throaty squeal erupted from her lips as she plunged her tongue into his quivering, tightly clenched ring while cupping his massive sack with both hands. Frozen by utter disbelief and scarcely able to comprehend the pleasure of a woman burying her face in his ass Sinrij couldn't move a muscle for several seconds. He just stared blankly down at the grinning Elven beauty standing before him while another, even more lascivious beauty sloppily licked his ring.

Absolutely smothering herself in the musky heaven that was his asshole Alvastri tasted every last inch of his quivering entrance. Breathing in as deeply as she could with every ragged gasp and positively lathering him in enough saliva to send it dripping down his balls she let go of any restraint or any propriety she might've shown before. Every last shred of civility vanished the moment she tasted his sweaty musk and her true self was revealed in a whirlwind of messy tongue strokes.

Moaning loud enough to overtake the forest around them she massaged his sack and reveled in the sheer size of the massive balls she was cradling. Each one felt as big as her head when her mind was racing so fast and the way he tensed and tightened against her fingers send the most wild shudders running down her already trembling spine. In an instant her inner thighs were drenched with arousal and her already flushed face had turned and even deeper shade of red.

Though she had to remain upright to continue worshiping his gorgeously puffy hole her knees still buckled and threatened to give in with every spasm and shudder to tear through her body. Especially as his ring tightened around her tongue and winked against her mouth as his groans quickly joined hers in echoing throughout the glade. Knowing how much he was enjoying himself and feeling firsthand the pleasure she sent coursing through his body was almost as exhilarating as finally getting what she wanted.

Although nothing could compare to the musky taste of his asshole and the hedonistic aroma of his loins, if she could've bottled up his scent and breathed it in whenever she wanted Alvastri would've done so in a heartbeat. Her entire body was on fire and she ached for more after less than a minute. But instead of giving in and crawling underneath him to enjoy his undoubtedly massive cock she focused on pleasuring Sinrij. Once they'd broken down every last shred of hesitation they could enjoy themselves without any limits. And until they did it was their job to guide him into their web of debauchery and perversion.

“Pick me up!” Nuadda gasped, “Pick me up and taste me like Alvastri is tasting you!”

Scarcely able to hear her over his own madly pounding heart and barely able to comprehend what she was saying Sinrij could only nod and say, “Of course . . .” as his body acted without his mind.

His uncontrollably shaking hands vanished from her breasts a moment later, awkwardly jumping to her waist as his body continued to shake from the pleasure of Alvastri's tongue. Yet in spite of how overwhelmed he was by her sloppy ministrations he still managed to lift Nuadda off her feet like she was no more than a fallen leaf. Effortlessly hoisting her into the air and holding her aloft for a split second Sinrij stared blankly at her exhilarated face.

But before she could say or do anything more than softly laugh at his dumbfounded reaction he suddenly flipped her over like a toy. One moment her eyes were locked with his and the next she was staring at his beautifully muscled stomach. Less than a heartbeat later she felt his breath against her sex as he pulled her in close. She didn't even have time to appreciate that toe curling sensation or even fully part her legs before he tore away her undergarment with his teeth. That thin, soaking wet strip of cloth disappeared from her puffy womanhood in the blink of an eye and Nuadda could only moan in abject delight.

Her pleasure jumped into the heavens an instant later as his tongue plunged into her sex and his lips pressed against her own. Moving every bit as wildly as the woman tonguing his asshole Sinrij gave in to his urges, the sweet smell and sweeter taste of her pussy completely overwhelming him. Too excited to think about what he was doing he simply lavished attention on her madly quivering cunt while she clung to him and squealed until there wasn't any air left in her lungs.

The roughness of his unshaved jaw against her tender folds was beyond thrilling and the sheer mindlessness of his tongue lashing even more so. Swirling around inside her pussy for several seconds only to emerge and lick every last inch of her sex he almost seemed to ignore her clit entirely. Until his lips suddenly wrapped around her pearl not two seconds after she had that thought. A bolt of ecstasy lanced through her as soon as she felt his touch on her impossibly sensitive bud and another followed soon after as his tongue darted back and forth across it while he suckled with all his strength.

Even if she couldn't see what was happening Alvastri still listened to her friend and lover cry out in pleasure with a smile on her face and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She adored those sounds more than anything else and basked in them as surely as she did Sinrij's musky asshole. Her movements quickened and her passion grew with every passing second, her efforts rather beautifully pushing the centaur between herself and her handmaiden to even greater heights. How could he not match her ferocity as she tongued his ass and sent pleasure cascading through him in greater and greater waves? It'd been so unfathomably long since anyone saw fit to taste his quivering ring let alone worship it like they'd been born and bred for that alone. Decades, maybe even a century and he was feeling every last year as Alvastri tormented him with her experience.

Part of him was trying to fight back against the ecstasy and hold out as long as he could. Part of him was desperately eager to sink down into that bliss and simply let her ruin him however she wanted. And part of him couldn't possibly care about either as he tormented Nuadda in much the same way he was being tormented. Between the sweet taste of a beautiful pussy and the unending pleasure of a woman tonguing his ass it felt like he'd died and gone to some sort of heavenly afterlife. It was difficult to think of any mortal pleasure that compared to the mindless hedonism he was enjoying. To the mindless hedonism all of them were enjoying. Although they hadn't laid so much as a finger on one another yet both women were reveling in one another's lewdness. Like always they amplified one another's ecstasy simply by being present, pushing one another to greater and greater heights without even trying. By themselves they were some of the most adventurous women in Queen Silvastri's realm. Together they were nothing short of a force of nature. Demons of pleasure capable of just about anything once they started. As their wholly unprepared companion would quickly learn.

Working herself up into a veritable frenzy as she slobbered over his asshole and listened to her dearest friend cry out in pleasure Alvastri gave in to her baser urges long before she meant to. She couldn't even think about holding back as the increasingly messy sounds of Sinrij tonguing Nuadda's cunt filled her ears. The musky scent of his loins had clouded her mind so thoroughly she couldn't help but sink down and bury her face in his massive, sweat soaked balls. Completely covering herself in his deliciously intoxicating sack and licking every single inch she could reach she reached out to find his massive cock and start caressing it with the same eager abandon.

Finally getting a taste of how thick and powerful his shaft truly was after wondering from the moment she laid eyes on him the thrill of knowing for certain the monster he was hiding in her sheath couldn't have been more exciting. A torrent of warmth gushed from her sex as she succumbed to a small but no less wonderful orgasm, her body so sensitive and so desperate simply caressing his dick and feeling how fat his shaft was pushed her over the edge. Although the heady aroma of his balls smothering her face and tensing against her skin certainly helped a great deal. Especially when his sack tightened all the more as she stroked his length with both hands.

Unable to close her fingers around his shaft and all the more delighted by it Alvastri listened to Nuadda cry out even more passionately while the wet sounds of her pussy being tongued filled the clearing. She couldn't see how feverishly Sinrij was assaulting her friend's cunt but she could certainly picture every wild stroke. Indeed it was all she could think about as her instincts took over her every slightest movement and her toe curling bout of ecstasy stretched onward. But even when her climax faded the abject delight of everything she was doing and everything she still had left to do was great enough to carry her along. And to send her spinning down into an even deeper pleasure when she finally pulled away to suck in a frantic, much needed breath.

“Oh Gods!” She moaned, her face soaked with sweat and her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooods!” Nuadda cried, her guttural scream an all too familiar portent of an impending eruption.

Wrapping her legs around Sinrij's head and holding on to him for dear life she screamed until she didn't have so much as a scrap of air left in her lungs. All the while her hips bucked and her pussy quivered against his endlessly lashing tongue. The rivulets of warmth he'd been so eagerly lapping up turned into messy little jets faster than he could react while the rest of her body stiffened like she'd been magically paralyzed. Every last one of her muscles tightened as her entire body went stiff and she soaked both herself and the centaur responsible for her ecstasy in a deluge of arousal he could never hope to overcome. Below him Alvastri had eagerly buried her face in his balls once more, her free hand flying along his cock faster than ever while the other greedily plunged into her sodden undergarments. She buried two fingers inside her cunt and pressed them hard against her most tender spot moments before her companion completely succumbed to her bliss.

And in the split second their guardian had to take in everything happening around him hearing the sound of her pussy being so vigorously stirred up sent another swell of adrenaline lancing through his body. Of course his attention almost immediately returned to the woman he was holding aloft. How could it not when she unleashed a guttural scream and dug her nails deep into his skin as her body descended into covulsive shudders? Even if she hadn't unleashed a truly astonishing fountain of warmth all over his face, chest, and indeed most of his body that amazingly spasmodic display would've been enough to leave him stunned and amazed. Instead he was left utterly dumbstruck as she squirted all over his face, instantly drenching him in her sweet arousal and actually forcing him to close his eyes amidst the onslaught.

At first he recoiled from the geyser erupting from her cunt but as soon as the first one faded he immediately leaned in to taste her plump sex. Before his lips could reunite with hers another spasm tore through her and another jet of her amazingly delicious fluids erupted out of her. Far more than he could hope to swallow but that didn't stop him from gulping down every last drop he could. Nor did it stop him from completely smothering her womanhood with his mouth. He pushed his tongue back inside her quivering pussy and assaulted her already tender inner walls with newfound vigor. Pressing against her most sensitive places and lifting her up even higher to have free reign over her bliss Sinrij actually managed to catch Nuadda by surprise. Even in her pleasure addled state she was still taken aback by his ferocity and his skill. Her once half closed eyes suddenly flew open amidst the newfound swell of ecstasy lighting up her senses and the almost pained moan she let out reflected that delighted shock.

Delighted beyond words by the telltale sound of that all too familiar squeal Alvastri moaned and slobbered over his balls even more. She fingered herself until her muscles were sore and the rest of her body was crying out for the cock she was teasingly stroking. Yet no matter how overwhelming those desires might've been she couldn't stop, she couldn't find any semblance of control over herself even if she wanted. Pleasure lanced through her body and the heady thrill of listening to Nuadda groan like a wild animal giving birth was every bit as thrilling as burying her face in his musky loins. Somehow she could even smell the delicious scent of her friend's ecstasy despite how thick their guardian's aroma was. And of course she lost herself in both as surely as she lost herself in her own bliss. It might not have been enough for a proper orgasm but it was more than enough to leave her teetering on the edge and ready to fall right over. More than enough to carry her through the highest peaks and lowest valleys of her handmaiden's ecstasy until she could all but hear her frind collapse into Sinrij's arms.

Wholly lost in the throes of pleasure and too weak to do anything more than tremble and moan Nuadda slumped against her lover with a final, breathy whimper. Her arms fell away from his body and her legs released their hold on his head as every part of her seemed to go limp at the same time. Her pussy continued to tremble and unleash ever diminishing torrents of warmth but the rest of her was all but unconscious. Her eyes disappeared into the back of her head and a delirious smile lit up her face. And while Sinrij couldn't see her joy Alvastri knew it all too well. She didn't even have to look at her companion to know the delirious grin lighting up her pleasure added countenance. Nor would she have balked at the sudden, admittedly dramatic, loss of control her friend displayed. Unlike the centaur still holding her aloft. Nowhere near as familiar with such over the top reactions he was wracked with a swell of concern for his seemingly unconscious partner. So much so he was cradling her against his chest like a husband carrying his bride to their marital bed, concern etched into his scarred features and a distinctly fearful tone in his voice.

“Something's wrong with Nuadda!” He exclaimed.

He tried to pull away from Alvastri as he spoke but she wrapped her arms around his cock and refused to let go, although she did answer him after a few more seconds of tonguing his balls, “If she's still breathing she's fine!”

“Are you certain? She seems—”

“Yes!” The princess moaned, “You did a wonderful job! Stop fretting and concern yourself with me!”

“But I—” Moaning and smothering her face with his balls Alvastri pushed herself off the ground entirely, wrapping both her arms and legs around his massive dick and grinding against his shaft. It was such an unexpected and unexpectedly lewd act he couldn't help but lose focus within seconds, even if he continued to stare down at Nuadda as he did, “By the Gods . . .”

Laughing at his remark and the obvious pleasure coursing through his body the princess clinging to his dick continued grinding and stroking his for a few more seconds. She couldn't do anywhere near as much as she wanted and she certainly didn't have any intentions to remain for too long but that certainly didn't stop her from enjoying herself for a bit. “I do believe it's time for you to put this lovely thing to use!” She moaned, her head falling back as she came up from air after nearly suffocating herself in his balls once more.

“O-Of course . . .” Her body vanished from his cock an instant later and he heard the undignified thud of her dropping to the earth, “Are you well?”

Rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling underneath him Alvastri looked back at his gigantic prick as she lined herself up with his flared tip, “I've magnificent!”

Sinrij didn't have time to think about her exclamation or indeed do much of anything beyond smile, his second companion pulled aside her sopping wet undergarments and lurched backwards much too fast for him to react. In the blink of an eye he felt the warm, impossibly tight confines of her pussy wrapped around his cock as she pushed herself onto him. Not even his fellow centaurs had been able to take him so easily and he almost couldn't believe what his prick sank almost six inches into her pussy in the time it took his mind to catch up. Pleasure washed over him in an evern greater swell and a messy deluge of precum erupted from his cock the instant he fully understood the abject pleasure that was a tight Elven pussy enveloping his prick. Suddenly his entire body was tensing up and his eyes were drifting towards the sky as he tried and failed to hold himself back. Still worried about their safety and determined to not to anything to harm them he'd told himself he wouldn't lose his composure when it finally came time to mount either woman. That he'd control himself and remain their guardian above all else.

But that was a difficult promise to keep as he felt Alvastri trembling around him. As he heard her moan in abject bliss after only a fraction of his monstrous dick. Positively enraptured by how much he'd stretched her open and desperately eager to feel the entirety of his length inside her the princess could hardly think in those first wonderful moments. After waiting what'd felt like an eternity the ecstasy that was shoving herself onto his dick more than lived up to the anticipation. If anything it far outstripped her wildest dreams. She couldn't even find the strength to look back and see how much of his manhood was left outside of her body. Her head and shoulder slumped down while she lifted her ass a little higher and continued to whimper and pant. Very nearly overwhelmed by that first push she actually had to take a moment to recover. Or rather to bask in the abject bliss of getting stuffed full of quite possibly the biggest dick she'd ever enjoyed. At the very least he was tied with the Minotaur Queen and those particularly well endowed young dragons she and Nuadda had seduced. Little did she realize she was about to become intimately acquainted with every last centimeter of his dick.

Ten seconds. That was how long Sinrij managed to hold himself back. It felt like an eternity and he was at his wit's end by the time he gave in. But at the same time that was more control than any other man, woman, or beast had every shown around the pair. Had he any conscious thought left, and had he known that tidbit, he might've felt proud of himself for such a feat. Instead he was wracked with an animalistic desire beyond anything he'd ever known. His whole body tensed as a throaty growl tumbled from his lips. Alvastri felt his cock swell inside of her and moaned at the sudden deluge of precum that flooded her sex. Her inner walls were already drenched in his wonderfully thick seed and getting stretched even more by his swelling prick was simply divine. She had no idea what she was about to face as his stance widened and he lowered himself just a little bit more. Though she could've easily guessed if she'd been even the tiniest bit aware of anything but her own body. Instead she was left completely unaware and completely taken aback by his ferocious, uncompromising thrust.

A bestial growl was the only warning she got before Sinrij plunged nearly three feet of throbbing centaur cock into her guts. Before a pillar of meat as thick as one of her thighs slammed into the depths of magically enhanced pussy. Before it blasted through the entrance to her womb and filled her most intimate place, grotesquely distending her stomach and almost lifting her off the ground as the sheer power of his manhood washed over her. All the air rushed out of her lungs in a single gust as he seemingly rearranged her guts with his cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a long strand of drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as her lips parted in a long, silent cream. Clawing at the earth beneath her in a fit of spasmodic ecstasy she was instantly and completely overwhelmed by the amazing ferocity of that single movement. Whatever had been left of her mind was gone, lost in a churning sea of pleasure so far beyond anything she could comprehend. Yet everything she could've wanted from him. Somehow her hands managed to jump to his forelegs and despite her uncontrollable shuddering she managed to grip his ankles. It was the last coherent thing she'd do for a while as Sinrij was no time withdrawing moments after sinking his entire length into her cunt.

Lurching back every bit as wildly as he'd slammed forward he pulled her entire body with him as her pussy tightened around his dick. Had her grip around his ankles not been just the tiniest bit stronger he wouldn't have been able to withdraw more than a couple inches. Luckily for both of them Alvastri proved herself far stronger than anyone would''ve guessed and more than half of his dick glided out of her trembling sex. A shower of warmth gushed from the deepest parts of her womanhood, especially when his flared tip glided through her cervix, and a choking gurgle spilled from her lips. She couldn't take much more than a single breath in the time it took him to stop pulling out but it was more than enough to keep her lucid. Or as close to lucid as one could be when a cock longer than their torso plunged inside their womanhood with all the ferocity of a battering ram.

Another incomprehensible swell of ecstasy crashed down upon her and by the time his dick was firmly embedded in her womb once more Alvastri had finally succumbed to her bliss. Screaming in abject pleasure and convulsing every bit as hard as Nuadda she squirted all over his massive balls, herself, and the ground beneath them as she all but drowned in the ocean of pleasure consuming her. His prick withdrew for a second time and a long, protracted groan erupted from her lips as it did. The speed of his movements was matched only by the sheer, overwhelming force and shee was utterly lost to both, to everything. Yet no matter how hard her pussy trembled around his dick, how ferociously she squeezed his wonderfully massive shaft, he never stopped thrusting. Indeed he only seemed to move faster and faster with every passing second.

Goaded by her frantic squeals and the amazingly pleasure of her pussy clenching around him he fucked her harder and harder and harder, rapidly building towards his peak without so much as a single concern for the woman beneath him. And he'd all but forgotten about the one he was holding in his arms. Knowing they could take everything he was capable of had given him the perfect excuse to let loose and absolutely ravish her. To fuck his tiny companion like he'd never been able to fuck anyone of her size before. Perhaps even ravish her like he'd never done in his life. It was impossible to say for certain and he couldn't begin to care. His mind was solely focused on the abject bliss of her trembling sex and his insatiable need to satisfy his own urges. Nothing else mattered and nothing else could possibly hope to matter.

With all the strength he could muster and more than a century of battle honed endurance to back him up Sinrij absolutely destroyed his mewling Elven lover. Though he wasn't doing anything more than pounding her tightly quivering sex over and over and over again his bestial might and near incomparable stamina carried him through with laughable ease. Alvastri certainly couldn't complain as his almost brutal pace prolonged her already incredible orgasm so far beyond what she normally enjoyed. Even when her ecstasy finally started to diminish and some part of her could comprehend the messy puddle of warmth she found herself in her mind was far too fragile to understand the throbbing cock flying in and out of her hole so fast it was almost a blur.

On some level she felt his gorgeously weighty sack hitting her body so hard it would've bruised a lesser being. Just as she was vaguely aware of her pussy distending outwards with ever withdrawal, her pink walls almost prolapsing from the sheer force of his movements combined with her own incredibly tight sex. But was all so overwhelming on a physical, mental, and emotional level she didn't have any hope of understanding any of it. Her entire existence was boiled down to each second as it passed by her pleasure addled mind.

Anything more was so far beyond her she'd all but stopped being a thinking, breathing Elf. With no more consciousness than a particularly buxom plant she was left to scream and cling to him and squirt all over his dick again and again and again for what seemed like an eternity. As always reality was far more comprehensible but to the princess kneeling in mud and screaming until her throat was dry it all felt like a neve rending dream. One she shared with the hulking centaur absolutely ravishing her womanhood the entire time.

And it was to that madness Nuadda returned, the all too familiar throaty squeals of her friend and lover filling the air while the deliciously new sight of their handsome lover filled her vision. Without so much as a second though she reached out to him, immediately catching his attention as she caressed his chest and jaw. He looked down at her with a crazed smile and she couldn't help but laugh. Down below Alvastri whimpered even louder as his cock swelled in the depths of her womb. She had no idea what was going on above her. Or that there was even a world beyond the massive pillar of cock ravishing her sex again and again. Already sinking down into another bout of toe curling ecstasy she'd forgotten all about her friend, even if she continued to reap all the rewards of her handmaiden's efforts.

Coaxing Sinrij into the a long, lascivious kiss she tasted herself on his lips and reveled in the forcefulness of his tongue as he pushed into her mouth. Within a few seconds her arms were draped around his shoulders and soon after that her legs were wrapped around his waist. His impossibly strong hands cupped her plump buttocks and his calloused fingers squeezed her rump tight. Before long she was moaning into their embrace and grinding against him, shuddering with abandon and listening to her friend's ecstasy with a mixture of delight and unabashed jealousy. Fortunately for her the beast of a centaur holding her aloft was far too eager to simply kiss her. His trembling digits were already moving towards her tightly clenched asshole and she did everything in her power to ensure he kept reaching.

Both women cried out in pleasure as his fingers plunged into Nuadda's ass, though only one of them had the pleasure of enjoying his massive cock swelling just a little bit more as he enjoyed the tight, quivering hole of yet another Elven slut. But even lacking that particular bliss the pleasure of his digits stretching her open as he wasted no time stuffing even more into her was delicious. The perfect way to rejoin their wild pleasure and the perfect prelude to her own bout with his turgid manhood. Even if she didn't have the slightest clue when that would occur just getting to kiss him and feel his fingers slowly opening her quivering hole was enough for her. At least for a minute or two. The meaty smack of his dick plunging into her friend and the constant, breathless screams of her companion being ravished were, as ever, an enticing cacophony. Yet it wasn't until she felt a telltale shudder spread through Sinrij's muscular frame that she thought to do anything about it. She'd been content to simply wait her turn and let her partner have her fun but as soon as she realized just how close he was to finishing she couldn't help herself. Nor did she even really try to hold back.

Breaking their kiss with a moan and cupping his face she stared into his eyes and whispered, “Don't hold back . . . Don't hold anything back . . . fill her womb with your seed . . . give her everything you have . . . she wants it . . . she wants it all . . . fill her with your seed . . . fill her with your seed!”

Even in her cock addled state Alvastri heard those words. And while she couldn't possibly respond with anything coherent she still let out a throaty moan at the prospect. Her pussy tightened around his dick as a shudder tore through her and she continued to whimper and plead in every way she could. And all the while Sinrij stared into Nuadda's eyes, listening to her coaxing as surely as he listened to the squeals of the woman impaled on his dick. Though he'd been fast approaching his limits after close to an hour of nonstop thrusting hearing how much both of them wanted him to finish, basking in how excited his lover was, pushed him even closer to the edge. It wasn't enough to send him over right away but it was certainly enough to leave him in a state of mindless ecstasy for the ten or so minutes it took to actually lose his composure. Ten minutes spend listening to one woman encourage him to cum while the other endlessly begged for his dick with each throaty squeal. How could he not wrap Nuadda up in another kiss as his stamina finally gave out? How could he not slam his prick into Alvastri with one last, devastating thrust? How could he not give them both everything they wanted as his body shuddered, his balls tightened, and his cock swelled?

A fountain of thick, hot cum exploded into her womb soon after. Erupting with all the force of a geyser his seed completely flooded her deepest reaches so fast and so completely it seemed almost instantaneous. Alvastri couldn't make so much as a peep while his jizz sprayed into her in a constant, unending stream. She simply convulsed in yet another uncontrollable burst of ecstasy while her stomach swelled even more and her mind completely broke. Another orgasm crashed down upon her in a heartbeat and she was swallowed up by another churning sea of ecstasy as he filled her with his amazing cum. Well and truly emptying his balls he unleashed years of pent up arousal within seconds, basting every centimeter of her womb and filling the rest of her pussy so quickly his warmth was gushing out of her sex within seconds. Alongside the messy torrents of her own warmth huge streaks of their arousal sprayed across the glade behind them.

Nuadda heard the wet slap of his absurdly gooey seed splattering across the ground and almost regretted not being behind him as he drained his loins inside her companion. Especially as the flow only seemed to continue on and on for well over a minute before it even started diminish. It lasted so long she actually had the wherewithal to stop kissing their handsome companion and look past him to watch huge spurts of jizz streaking across the already drenched grass. Paired with the lewd squelching and sputtering of Alvastri's pussy trembling around his dick it was quite possibly one of the most enticing experiences she'd ever witnessed. So much so she was almost disappointed when those massive jets of cum started to diminish as his orgasm finally started to fade. Though of course excitement quickly overtook everything else as she realized it would be her turn to enjoy his dick. Particularly when he started thrusting in small, spasmodic bursts as he pumped a few more quarts of jizz inside his partner, his cock still amazingly hard and his desires only the tiniest bit satiated.

“Good . . . good . . .” She whispered, “Now it's my turn!”

To her surprise and momentary chagrin a wicked smile spread across his face as he looked into her eyes and coyly replied, “We should continue our journey . . . We've delayed long enough . . .”

A short while later all three of them were traveling through the forest once more. But anyone fortunate enough to stumble across their path was met with a truly remarkable sight in the wake of what his companions had unleashed upon themselves. Princess Alvastri was draped across his haunches like a sack of potatoes, cum squirting from her sloppily gaped pussy with every slightest movement. The soft moans and throaty gurgles spilling from her lips were completely overshadowed by the wet squelch of her still overflowing cunt messily spraying jizz in every direction and leaving a long, creamy trail in their wake. But even if the gooey sputtering of her devastated pussy hadn't filled the air Nuadda's orgasmic squeals would've disturbed the peaceful forest all on their own.

Strapped the the underside of his body with his massive cock plunged balls deep into her ass and arms and legs completely restrained she could do nothing but stare down at the foliage below and scream until her voice was hoarse and her lungs empty. Her stomach bulged outward from the sheer size of the dick buried in her guts while torrents of arousal seeped from her quivering sex. Even when he was only moving in a trot the endlessly twitching of his cock broke her mind a little more with each pulse and whenever he broke into a gallop her body rocked and bounced and squirmed so violently beneath him it was instantly and completely overwhelming. And the centaur responsible showed no signs of slowing down nor giving her even a moment's reprieve. He simply marched on through the woodlands without a care.

“We should arrive within a few days.” He assured them. “Barring any more . . . delays . . .”