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The Last Elf
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer
Stormbringer_stories@hotmail.com



Thorns ripped at Suzarra's Bedwin cloak as she entered the forest at the
valley's edge. She tried to listen, hearing no sign of her pursuers. The
tear in her covering revealed the top of a large white breast and the
hint of gold glittered in the sunlight. She had ripped off her headress
earlier so as to see better as she fled for help. A gold band encircled
long blonde hair which fell halfway down her back. A gold torque
encircled her neck and large gold earings dangled from her ears.
Suzara's husband was a wealthy man.

More rips appeared in her cloak, showing more glimpses of flesh and gold
a she fled deeper into the forest. The Bedwin covered their women in
cloaks from head to toe, not for modesty, but because the women
controlled the husband's wealth. All men were considered equal on the
street when their women were cloaked. In private, wives were often asked
to disrobe for guests to show how succesful their husband's were. The
poorest women were practically nude under cloak, the wealthiest had gold
covered breast plates, loincloths made of golden chain mail, chains of
gold around their bellys which were broken off to pay for goods and
services. Suzara's husband was very wealthy, if he lived. 
 
Suzara came to a small brook and slipped in the mud, falling face down
in the water. She rose up and shook her head. She found herself staring
at a pair of leather boots.

"This valley is under my protection," said a male voice in heavily
accented Bedwin.

Suzara rose up, staring at he who was known as the forest ghost.
Buckskin breeches were tucked into the boots, a belt filled with knife
sheaths, throwing stars, as well as a long sword encirlced his waist. He
also wore a buckskin shirt with a quiver of goose quill arrows sticking
out over his shoulder to go with the long bow in his hands. His face was
too angular and his blue eyes were too bright to be human . Long pointy
ears rose up through long hair the color of fall leaves. An elf!

"Why do you bring orcs to my valley?"

"They attacked my village," said Suzara standing up. "A small band
pursued me. They could be on us at any time."

"No, they stopped on the edge of my vale."

"By my ancestors an elf! No one knew the forest ghost was an elf. We
thought you were all dead."

"Not until I pass from this earth, Bedwin, then we will all be dead."

"I am Suzara, wife of Bedwyr, clan leader of Fiswen, if Fiswen still
stands. The men were trying to hold off the orcs, but they are
numerous."

"The foul things breed faster then you humans. Luckily orc women are
few, most babies being boys."

"Unlucky for us. The orcs don't come looking for gold, but new breeding
stock. One tried to take me, but I stabbed it." Suzara held up a dagger
stained by a green tinged white ichor and found the dagger flying into
the stream as the elf smacked the edge of his bow against her hand.

"You fool, it's covered in sperm!"

"No it's blood," said Suzara confused.
 
"Orc sperm is their blood wench! If it got anywhere near your thighs,
you could find yourself with an ugly child. Wash yourself."

Suzara dropped her cloak. Her body was magnificent. Large gold
breastplates sprinkled with opals supported heavy pedulous breasts. A
big ruby adorned her belly button above where numerous gold bands
encircled her trim waist held up by full hips. Her loincloth fell almost
to her knees, the golden chains tighter near the waist to hide her
crotch. She was wealth indeed. And she was also very beautiful. Hawksil,
the last elf groaned as his cocks grew. "You know the price for my aid?"

Suzara lowered her eyes into the stream as she washed herself. "I know.
We didn't know it was an elf, we thought you were a great reclusive
warrior. Maybe even a wizard, but not an elf." Elves were as horny as
orcs, just not as bestial about it. His price would be sex and it would
be good, the best she had, so good she'd never be satisfied with her
husband again, but it would be for the good of the village.  

"Hurry, I grow," gasped Hawksil. "First, you must relieve the pressure
before the orcs start moving."

Suzara turned gasping. He was not the sure footed agile, warrior elves
were rumored to be. He moved slowly, limping as if in pain and he had
what looked like two snakes under is buckskin. "By my ancestors..."

"Hurry, take them out."

Suzara kneeled and untied his breeches. Two penises, elves had two
penises! Thats why human maidens became lovelorn after mating with elves
and they were two large penises, each ten inches long, as big as her
wrist and not fully hard. The top one was straight as an arrow, the
lower, not as thick, but it curved upwards slightly. Human penises never
grew beyond five inches, unless they had fell ancestry, orc, dwarf, etc.
His balls were swollen monsters too, as big as melons. "Hurry," he
growled. "Hold your hands together making a large circle with your
fingers." 

"Like this?" Suzara touched her thumbs and forefingers together making a
six inch circle.

"Yes, now place it over the top penis." She did and it immediatey began
to grow to fill the gap between her hands. As it grew the lower one
started shrinking. "We need to get the cum out as quickly as possible.
In one big load. I've been alone in this valley for fifty winters
without a female."

The penis now filled the space between her hands. It was two feet long
and looked like a big piece of firewood. She didn't want to take her
eyes off it, but did long enough to see that the under penis was now
little more then a bump with a pee-slit in it. Without the second penis,
she could see how big his balls truly were. They reminded her of the
prize bull of Fiswen's ball sack. "I can't take this monstrosity!"

"Ha, ha...urgh," he winced. "You'll take it later. For now, there's some
honey in that pocket. Use it to lubricate my cock and stroke it off. I
won't be able to help your people until my balls are drained and the
last time I got hard, it took two weeks to go down, I nearly starved."

"Don't you masturbate?"

"No, self-ejaculation is a sin."  

The honey in the elf's pocket was still in a large comb. Suzara squeezed
it over the huge shaft. She was well-versed in orally pleasing her
husband and used to having a penis stuck in her face. The elf's penis
was different as she ran her hand through the honey, spreading it over
the top of the shaft. She felt an infatuation with the huge penis
growing in her bosom. Her nipples hardened, hurting her as they squashed
against the breastplates. The penis was redder then her husband's as it
took much more blood to fill it. The dark veins seemed puffier and there
was more of them. There was no foreskin and the ridge around the head
was more pronounced and arched. It's pee-slit was as big as her eye and
seemed overproportioned even for the big cock. 

Suzara began coating the big cock with the honey. The elf was groaning
now a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt a growing since of urgency,
not to get aid for her village, but to please her master. All that
existed for her at the moment was making the two foot cock cum. Her
hands massaged honey into the big, knobby cock head and she began
stroking it. "Oh, I love your cock, master elf."

"Hurry wench, and you may call me Hawksil."

"Yes, master Hawksil."  Suzara increased her pace, her arms swiftly
growing tired. She was skilled at handling male organs, she could suck
off her husband in five minutes and had even gotten one of his dinner
guests off in under three. If only she could use her mouth on this big
one. She did, sticking the tip of her tongue in the pee-slit and licking
the sensitive tip. The monster swelled more.

Oh thank Spermes," growled the elf wincing, "here it cums."

The elfs sperm was like getting slapped in the face. It ejaculated with
enough force to snap Suzara's head back. It had filled her mouth and she
swallowed it rapidly, a grevious sin amongst the Bedwin. Bedwin wives
only swallowed their husband's cum, his associates sperm was spit out in
a little bowl kept under the table for just that purpose. The elf's cum
was hot and sweet. It was the most fulfilling meal of her life, it
revived her strength and made her crave more. Suzara held her eyes shut
as she was bombarded with cum, huge wads splattered across her breasts,
smaller ones peppering her skin until she felt her entire body had a
layer of sperm coating it. Suzara wiped sperm from her eyes and watched
as the two foot monster shrank. Each inch it decreased in size, the
under penis seemed to grow an inch, soon there were two plump foot long
penises and then two limp eight inch penises.
 
"Never again will I wait that long," swore Hawksil. "Clean yourself
woman, I'll go take care of our guests. Wait for me under the oak up
where the stream forks."

Suzara watched as the elf tied his breeches back up. He checked the pull
of his longbow, loosened the sword in his sheath and swiftly bounded off
through the forest. She lowered herself into the stream and began washng
his cum off every now and then scooping some up to taste. Her cuts from
the branches were closing up as the sperm healed her wounds. His sperm
turned stringy with water and washed off with the current. Elf sperm!
The ingrediant in dozens of spells and potions. Enough to make her
husband the richest man of the Bedwin ten times over.

****************

Gorsh was an old orc, not old enough to be killed by any of the younger
orcs with him, but old enough to sense something unnerving about the
forest. He stood under a large tree trying to peer deep into the bowels
of the old woods. The five younger orcs were impatient and angry he had
halted them. Let them wait. Caution kept you alive. Age had bent his
once proud seven feet down to about six and a half feet. His muscular
torso was moving down into his belly and he was slower then he had been,
but he could still take any three of the orcs with him.

Gorsh raised a wicked looking axe up to swat an insect that whished past
his ear. "Alright lets move," he hissed through rotted yellow teeth.
Another insect brushed past his ear and there was a thump behind him. He
turned to see an orc had fallen to his knees. The warrior had a vacant
stare, bloodsperm appeared, flowing out of a hole in his neck and he
pitched over, face first. "We're attacked," screamed the old orc.

Three of the younger warriors readied themselves while one remained
slouched sitting on a rock. The fools asleep, thought Gorsh. An orc
banged his sword on the sleeping orcs helmet to wake him, but he just
slid of the rock, dead already. The one who tried to wake him suddenly
had an arrow sticking out of his neck. He fell over as did an orc
standing before him, bloodsperm appearing on his neck where the arrow
had passed through to kill the orc behind him. "It can't be," whispered
Gorsh. In less then a minute, four warriors were down, killed by
unnervingly accurate arrows. "Take cover you fool," he yelled at the
remaining orc. The orc raised his sword only to have his arm pinned to a
tree by an arrow. He howled in pain. 

Gorsh needed to move or he was dead, but it was too late. His throat
constricted, he raised one warty green hand up to his neck. It wasn't an
arrow, it was a noose. The rope tightened and the old warrior was lifted
to his toes, gasping for breath that eluded him. A tall, lean figure
slid down the other end of the rope and the noose tightened even more.
"It can't be...you extinct," Gorsh gasped.

"No, there's one left," said Hawksil through gritted teeth as he pulled
the noose tighter.

"Not...lik...this." Gorsh's vision was fading, things were going black,
very little air left to speak. This was a coward's death. Gorsh had
slain dozens of orcs, five humans, two dwarves, and even a forest ogre.
"Kill...me...steel."

Hawksil understood. He drew his sword, stepped back still holding the
rope and swung forward. Gorsh's body hit the ground seconds before his
head. The elf agilely landed on his feet as the tension in the rope
slackened. The remaing orc was howling with pain trying to pull the
arrow holding his arm pinned out of the tree. He hadn't even dropped his
sword. Just as the ugly creature thought of snapping the arrow, Hawksil
pulled a three bladed throwing dagger from his belt and let fly. 

**************

Suzara unhooked the finely crafted gold chain holding her breast plates
on and removed them freeing her large breasts. The gold loincloth
followed and she proceeded to remove all her husband's wealth from her
body. Her skin was very pale from being covered by her cloak when in the
sunlight. Her nipples were large, but faint blending into her skin. She
yearned for the elf, but deep down wanted to remain loyal to her
husband. It was a high price to pay, but then her husband could already
be dead for all she knew.

"You're very beautiful."

"Thank you," she replied. The elf had jumped down from the tree, his
feet not making a sound as he landed ten feet from her. She didn't know
how long he had been watching her, but the bulges in his breeches made
her think he had watched her strip.

"I see you've readied yourself for me." Hawksil began removing his
weapons. 

"May I suck you?" Suzara hoped he would be satisfied with her mouth, so
that she could remain faithful, though her pussy quivered as he removed
his pants.

"Of course, not only may you, but I demand it."

The elf approached her and she watched his cocks swell up. The top
appeared fourteen inches and the arched, lower one around ten. There
seemed to be about two feet of cock always divided up between the two.
He stood before her as she kneeled in the soft moss under the oak, his
two plump cock heads bobbing inches from her mouth. Suzara kissed both
heads, not sure wear to start. Since the lower would get in the way of
her sucking the upper, she decided to start with the lower. She took the
upper and gripped it in her hand holding it upwards as her other hand
held his undercock steady and she took it in her mouth. 

Suzara was a skilled cocksucker, but with a human-sized penis. The elf's
size presented a new challenge made worse by the fact that as soon as
she took the head down her throat, it suddenly grew two inches making
her gag while the upper, shrank a little in her hand. She also noticed
his left testicle appeared to grow along with his undercock. She caught
her breath and took him back in her mouth while stroking off the
overcock with her hand.

Suzara felt like the luckiest woman on Earth at that moment. There was
only one elf left in the world and she was the one sucking on one of his
precious cocks. She forced herself to swallow more, managing ten inches,
twice as much as her husband had. "By Spermes, you can suck cock,"
moaned the elf grabbing her hair and guiding her head. She felt proud he
was pleased with her abilities. His cocks were swelling. Her belly
craved more sperm and soon she got what she craved.

It wasn't like the blast that hit her face when his cock was two feet,
but the first jet was enough to sting the back of her throat as her
belly quickly filled with a spreading warmth. Her belly was soon full
and she pulled back, cum overflowing her mouth and pouring down her
chin. His undercock hadn't even finsihed cumming when the one in her
hand began jerking uncontrollably. A wave of hot goo suddenly coated her
hair and splattered on her back. "Sooo good," she moaned smacking her
cum soaked lips.

"Too long," said Hawksil stepping away from her and resting against the
thick trunk of the oak to catch his breath.

Suzara returned to the stream to bath in the cold water once again. The
hot sperm in her belly kept her warm and the sperm on her skin took a
long time to cool. "Why two cocks?" she asked.

Hawksil was resting under the tree watching her bath. "Because elven
women have two wombs of course," he replied. "All Spermes children are
gifted with sexual gifts. Orcs have their bloodsperm, Dwarves their ever
hard hammer cocks, and elves duo-organs with sperm nectar. You humans do
not bear any gifts like this, yet you thrive, I don't understand why."

Suzara was filled with a sense of euphoria as she bathed. The hardships
of the day, the attack on her village, even the fact that she might be a
widow couldn't depress her. Already she felt hooked on the elf's cock.
"I love my husband master elf. I don't wish to be your slut."

"You will be my slut, once I enter you, you will not resist me. You can
still love your husband, though he will never truly satisfy you again.
You may still get pleasure from your unions."

"I don't understand, the tales..."

"Are greatly exaggerated. They spring from lovesick teenagers who
encountered elves in the forest and wished to remain with them. Some we
kept as pets."

An image of herself curled up naked at the foot of Hawksil's bed flashed
through her mind. It was not an unpleasant thought. The cold water and
her continued horniness had her nipples rock hard and glistening with
water. It did not go unnoticed by the elf. "I am ready," he said.  

Suzara looked up thinking he was ready to travel, but he was still
naked. "How can this be?" she gasped. His cocks were erect again, a
straight foot long monster and a curved one protruding from his crotch.
Elves recovered much faster then men!

"Come I am ready. Get on all fours before me."

Suzara felt as if she were enthralled by those cocks. She rose up from
the stream, never taking her eyes from his penises as she walked over to
him and obeyed.

Suzara stared off into space as his hands touched her hips. He was
guiding one penis towards her pussy which was now dripping with more
then just water. She felt the head slide up her labia, then it was
putting pressure on her pussy. Her labia parted, the opening growing
wider as the head pushed in. "By my ancestors, it's big, too big."
Suzara almost panicked as an image of his cock suddenly turning two feet
long entered her head. Luckily, it wasn't that big, just a lot bigger
then what she was used to. 
Hawksil was working his cock in and out of her, soon going deeper then
her husband ever had. He was fucking her with the overpenis, she could
see the undercock through her heavily swinging breasts. It stuck out
from her crotch like it was her own penis. The slit on the end, opened
and closed as if impatient for a chance at her pussy. She watched it
slowly withdraw as he pulled his other penis out.

Suzara felt empty without his big cock in her, but she was soon stuffed
again as the undercock entered her. The upper one now rested along the
crack of her ass. "Oh that's good master elf," she moaned. Her pussy had
stretched out around the invader and now that she was used to it, the
pleasure started taking over. "Oh my sir, I think I'm going to cum. Oh
yes, it's happen...cumming." Suzara shuddered with pleasure and she felt
her juices dripping down her thighs. "That was a big one."

"That was nothing. Human women are capable of a lot more." Hawksil
pulled his lower one out and pushed the upper one back in, working it
around in her pussy a couple thrusts. "You're about to find out how good
it can get." The elf released her hips and guided his undercock's head
back towards her pussy lips while lining up the overcock's head with her
anus.

"What are you doing?" she asked panicing. "Not there, you're too big."
Suzara gritted her teeth as the plump cock head pushed against her anus,
stretching it out until she thought it would tear, then it was in. The
healing powers of all the sperm in her belly dampened her pain as the
head plowed deeper. It suddenly retreated an inch and the one in her
pussy stabbed forward as the cocks adjusted to her size. They apeared to
grow to fit whatever cavity they were placed in from the circle she had
made with her hands when jerking him off to her tight little anus. The
sperm in her body numbed the pain and Suzara found herself pushing back
into the elf. "It does feel good master." His cocks plowed forward and
soon she had taken them both.

Hawksil began fucking her hard. He pulled his cocks out, slamming his
hips forward. His size, speed, and endurance all superior to a human's.
Suzara caught their reflection in the stream's water. His hips were a
blur like a hummingbird's wings. Her thighs began stinging from the
constant slapping of his big, heavy balls, but it was a minor annoyance
compared with the pleasure coming out of her pussy. 

The orgasms came in a rapid series, getting bigger and faster until they
blurred together into one long continuous orgasm. There was a ringing in
her ears, her own scream of pleasure. If there had been orcs nearby,
surely they would have been able to sneak up on the lovers. Just when
she thought she couldn't take anymore, he came, both cocks spraying
their copious loads deep within her bowels and womb. Her orgasm was
gigantic, an orgasm on top of her continous orgasms. Suzara's arms gave
out and she fell face down in the moss, the elf still pumping his cocks
into her upthrust ass.
 
It was raining when she came to. It was a hot rain, a hot gooey rain
that splattered on her back and in her hair. The elf's cum. His cocks
were shooting their last wads across her prone body. "Your a good fuck
human, you may have some of Spermes' seed in you afterall," said Hawksil 

Suzara wanted to collapse on the moss and sleep for a month, but the
sperm in her belly gave her the strength to carry on. For the last time
that day, she struggled to her feet and made her way to the cold water
to clean his cum off. She finished and walked over to her gold
adornments, slowly dressing.

"Come, lets go see what's left of your village. First, we need to find
your head covering."

To be continued...
=A0

Bedwin- A human culture found on the great Northern continent. The
society is male-dominated, but women are educated and raised so as to be
more useful to their husbands. They are living wallets for the males as
Bedwin have not developed coinage. The women are adorned with gold
wearing nipple disks, chains, gold linked loincloths, etc. Some of the
richest attempt to plump their wives up so that there is more flesh to
cover with gold. Outside women wear cloaks that cover their entire
bodies, but for eyes and ankles. Covering the males wealth keeps all
males on an equal footing in public. Bedwin women are monogamous, but
often perform oral sex on their husband's guests during meals.

Spermes (sperm-ees)- the one true god and a constellation. In the
begining he sat on his throne in the sky and masturbated towards a
barren rock. The god's wad of semen splattered upon the rock and all
life upon the earth sprang up from his wads. Lesser gods sprang from
higher concentrations of sperm and steered the various races to suit
their needs. Spermes has nothing to do with the world, but wayward sperm
still appear in the sky from time to time (comets).

Humans- The most recent race to appear on earth and the only not
descended from Spermes, hence the inferior sexual organs of the male,
but they breed faster then most of Spermes' children. Elven scholars
were never able to figure where humans came from. Males tend to be hairy
and are usually around 5'7" tall. Their females average 5'6" and are
lean, but large breasted with hips to match.

Dwarves- Bearded men around 4-5' tall. Their gift from Spermes is
neversoft foot long cocks as hard as granite. The hardness makes them
last a long time as they are less sensitive. Dwarves went into hiding
after their war with the orcs and few underground cities are left.

Orcs- Green, warty men with flat noses and tusked lower teeth. They
average in height 6-7' and are very strong and muscular. Their cocks run
10-12", but their true heritage from Spermes is the bloodsperm. Greenish
tinged sperm flows through their veins, sperm so potent it's been known
to hasten fertility in women or lie dormant in wombs for days until the
female's fertile period begans. Females of most species become
enthralled in the presence of orc cock, behaving like sluts around them,
craving bloodsperm, wanting to bear orc babies. Orcs live in the
mountains competing with dwarves for their territory. The first great
war was fought between orcs and dwarves. Ragnarok, the orc demi-god led
them to victory, but at great cost to orc warriors. Ragnarok invoked a
great spell, increasing the number of male births to swell his armies.
He assembled a great horde, marchng on human cities and elf forests. 

Elves- the favored of Spermes children. They are tall and lean with
angular features and bright blue eyes. They are skilled with weapons as
well as science and the arts. They are doubly blessed by Spermes having
two cocks or two vaginas with women. Their cocks change size to totally
fill the cavity they enter. Their sperm tastes sweet and provides
nourishment as well as healing properties. 
The elf-orc war started two hundred years ago ending with the elves
defeat. Ragarok led an army of orcs, trolls, and ogres outnumbering the
elves 20:1. Despite the odds, the elves might have won, but that
Ragnarok had secretly allied himself with the dark necromancer. Just as
the elves were about to turn the orc horde, the necromancer animated the
dead orcs. Finding themselves surrounded by orcs and zombies, the elves
were wiped out to the man, but managed to kill Ragnarok. The next fifty
years, the orcs spent hunting down every last elf. Ragnarok made one
error. The spell he cast increasing the number of male babies, decreased
the number of females born and the orcs were never again able to
assemble giant hordes. Humans swarmed in to take the place of Sperme's
children.     


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