Wicked Amusement Ch. 03

It felt good for her to smile at him. It felt good to be under her. He moaned again, softer this time, as he felt Pellesise and the other one licking his chest, tickling his nipples. His whole mind was swirling as though lost in a whirlpool. A whirlpool in an ocean of smoke that he could never hope to swim in and would never want to leave. He found himself smiling back at her.

Then she winked and started to bounce. He gasped and thrust upwards, unable to remember why he'd been resisting, why he'd been arguing, why he'd been doing anything else but pounding into her slick, silky sheath. He felt his other two mistresses taking each of his hands and slowly bringing them up into warm, wet folds. He fingered the folds with a mindless wonder, barely registering the whimpers and sighs and soft swearing that accompanied this.

Illestris's breasts were bouncing wildly as she rose and fell. He watched them jiggle. She was so beautiful. She was asking him something, he realized, but it wasn't really a question. He just responded as she wanted him to, moaning as she fell down around him again, "Yes! Oh, f-fuck, yes!"

His cock started to throb with pleasure. He stared up into her wild, sex-crazed eyes, and knew then that she wanted him in that moment more than anything in the world. He couldn't fight; his world was too smoky, his cock too hungry, his mistresses too beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to stare up into those beautiful blood moons and fuck until they streamed with stars.

His cock gave one last little pulse, and then his eyes rolled back into his head and he shook from tumultuous orgasm. He screamed as the lust ripped through him, a whirlwind of smoke and moons and love and obedience. Involuntarily, his hands started thrusting into the folds as he slammed upwards into that tight pussy. Cries and screams surrounded him from all around, and somehow, the sounds only made him cum harder. Illetrys's juices were running all over his cock, and he wanted more, more, more.

He continued thrusting into her, drawing out scream after scream, long after Pellesise and the third elf removed his sticky hands from their cunts and clasped them above his head. He didn't even notice them binding his wrists with a pair of fluffy fur-lined handcuffs. He didn't even notice their smug smiles as they slipped the hookah pipe between his lips and left him there to breathe deep.

At last, Illetris's cries subsided. He felt his eyelids growing heavy as she leaned closer, a dazed, beatific smile on her bloodred lips. "Goodnight, my good boy," she cooed, and breathed one last puff of smoke right in his face.

Everything went misty after that.

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TO BE CONTINUED