As he lay eyes on the campsite, Aaralon was instantly glad that he had used such caution in approaching it. The campfire belongs to a gang of wood elves, five of them, and they had captured Aura and Annex. The four males in the group were having their way with the two high elves, while the fifth, a rather comely looking female, looked on indifferently. The males had shed their clothes and tore Aura and Annex's leather armor, revealing their large breasts. Three of them ganged up on Aura, one sitting on either side of her, pumping their cocks into her anus and slit in a savage pace. A third stood close to them, forcing her head down on his engorged member. Aaralon secretly savored watching the haughty elf get gangraped, her tits bouncing as the wood elves thrust away with reckless abandon, her hair tossled as her mouth was fucked by the third elf's long shaft. His eyes then drifted over to Annex, who was getting fucked doggie-style by a single wood elf, whom Aaralon presumed was the leader. Both Aura and Annex had their hands tied behind their backs, and Annex was also gagged, her mouth clamped around the cloth as the leader elf held her up by her shoulders, letting her breasts swing freely with each thrust, which resounded through the clearing with a sharp smack as his hips hit her lush ass.
Aaralon enjoyed watching the elves do their dirty work for a few moments more before he realized that unless he did something about this, he would be essentially left alone in this woods to fend for himself. He could always try heading back to the academy or linking up with Carmila and Carrie, but neither seemed to be very good options, especially if the wood elves were aware that there were trespassers in their domain. He frowned, suddenly savoring the plunder of his nubile elven companions a lot less. And there were five of them... even taking them all down when they were unoccupied could be risky...
Abruptly, the female in the group muttered a few words to her companions and turned to head off into the wood, a few yards away from Aaralon's position. Aaralon held his breath, and watched her go. She had tan skin and dark brown hair, and a slender and toned physique with firm breasts. She wore only a skimpy top and loincloth, that he could see, and carried a bow and knife, meaning that she was a hunter and probably not a spellcaster. Aaralon weighed his new options. The group in the campfire was now completely without a guard, but perhaps he could try to overwhelm this huntress with his magic and use her to buy the others' release.... |