The spell broken Aaralon knew that to continue risked loosing himself to these fey creatures forever. Sadly the taste of cum on his lips proves to be the stronger temptation. Aaralon grasped the massive member in his hand, marveling at it’s warmth, and slipped the head of the thing into his mouth. Once again tasting the delicious seed. Hevor reached down to assist Aaralon with a little pressure on the back of his head, but it proved unnecessary as Aaralon engulfed the huge rod in a single long gulp.
“That is it. I am leaving. I will not be fucked along side a commoner.” The princess yelled, enraged by the sight of Aaralon pleasing Hevor. She gathered up all of the mass of clothing on the ground, apparently not caring who they belonged to, and stormed off leaving Hekin to watch her leave apparently debating on joining his brother, and bringing her back.
“Oh well, no sense wasting magic.” He said finally and put his pipes away. Aaralon then felt his hands on his back as he joined his brother. As his massive cock pressed into Aaralon, he finally felt a slight sense of dread. The two massive cocks driving in and out of him on both ends like an infernal machine caused him to blow his seed onto the ground almost instantly, but they didn’t even miss a beat. Finally nearly an hour later both of them blew in unison filling his holes with enough cum as to squirt back out around the sides of their cocks. Withdrawing slowly, Aaralon fell to the ground in a heap exhausted.
“This one is nice. Too bad he doesn’t have the stamina to keep going longer.”
“Yes brother, that is sad. Perhaps we should pick him up.”
“Yes that sounds like a good idea.” Hekin scooped up the cum soaked mage and lifted him into the air by the legs, Aaralon’s back against the Satyr’s chest. Aaralon smiling with the taste of cum in his belly, Helkin’s cum leaking out of his ass and down the Satyr’s leg. Aaralon gasped as his massive rod once again entered his ass as Hekin lowered him onto it. Then delirious with the sensation of being filled again, Aaralon felt a second bulbous head press against his hole.
“I am not sure he can take it brother.” Hevor’s breath softly caressing Aaralon’s face as he spoke. “Oh there it goes.” Aaralon found he couldn’t catch his breath as the second massive rod wormed it’s way into his belly, the two massive cocks now fighting for supremacy deep within the mage as both of them thrust upward, with alternating strokes, each pulling back till but a quarter of their length was in him, and driving up till their torso slapped against Aaralon with a smacking noise. Once again Aaralon was a cog in a great fucking machine as the brothers ravaged his ass till finally they blew their loads, each pushing in to the hilt as they did causing his belly to expand noticeably with the load as only the slightest bit was able to flow past their massive cocks and squirt on the ground.
“No more, please no more.” Aaralon begged panting on the ground. But in his delirious state he could clearly see they were still rock hard.
They looked at each other, “I don’t know brother. I am not finished, but the poor thing has done so good. Should we take him to one of the fairy lords to make him stronger?”
“But if we do that he won’t be human any more. Oh, but they could give him a nice little faerie cunt. I bet he would like that, then he could take our cocks much easier.” |