Futas & Fighters (Chapter 1) [Fiction][Fantasy][Futanari][TF][Oral][Buk][Bond(light)]

Following the Great War between the Kingdoms of Edaria and Cal’thum, the land had once more settled into peace. Great cities once besieged now tend to their wounds and begin rebuilding. Villages destroyed have seen new life and new faces. Soldiers are returning home. New life is flowing into the war-ravaged lands.

In a small tavern on the edge of a small village on the edge of the Kingdom’s borders, on the edge of the sea drinks a young woman by the name of Marin. Marin was your average young Elven woman, in that, she was wholly unaverage. Strong, beautiful, and contrary to most Elven stereotypes, lackluster in the ways of Wisdom and Intellect. On any other day, Marin would be tending to the blacksmith’s forge: keeping the fire hot, the weapons sharp, and most of the men in town well stocked with mental material for a quick “training session in one-handed clubs”. With the war over, Marin had finally received the grim news from Hargrin the Blacksmith.

“The fucker fired me, Edea,” Marin sloshed as she set her tankard back on the bar. Her soft, blonde, Elven hair covering her slender face only long enough for her hand to slam it back into its proper place. The Human woman who sat next to her was only half listening as she tended her own drink.

Where Marin had the brawn, Edea had the brains, and in this moment, those brains were getting filled to the brim by cheap ale. Her soft, jet black hair sat at the small of her back in one long, neat curtain. Soft blue eyes shimmering from beneath silver-rimmed spectacles eyed the tavern with a look of disinterest as she listened to Marin wax remorsefully. Her pale, unmarred skin said one thing while her long, white robes said another, “rich wizard”.

“I gave him five years of my life, five years as a forge hand in hopes of learning the craft from him, and what do I get…? ‘War’s over, darling. How about a blowjob before you go? Don’t mind the wife, she’s off to market’!”

The young Elven girl slammed her fists down on the bar as she roared out a paraphrase of the exact words that Hargrin had chosen to use for the epitaph of his relationship with her. Brunor, a rather gruff looking older man who owned the tavern shouted to where Marin was sitting, “Oi! Marin! Keep it down or I’ll make you pay double!”

The young Elf shirked, slumping on her stool as she lay her head on the bar, “Edea, why are we still in this dump of a town?”

The human woman finally turned her gaze to her friend. Edea pushed her spectacles further up the bridge of her slender, upturned nose as if to give credence to what she was about to say. Edea began to answer her friend with all the snark that she could muster, “Hmmm, now isn’t that a great question? Marin, you have that job… Wait, nope, fired from that… Wait, don’t you have that farmhouse… No, no house… Wait, there’s that boy… Wait, no, he went off to war…”

Marin rolled her eyes as Edea began to answer the question with yet another sarcastic jab, “you don’t have to be a dick.”

Edea’s smirk widened as she spoke, “Oh, but I do! Because remember when we first settled down in this town. You said, ‘Edea, sweetie, it’s just for a bit until the road to the Capital is safer’. Do you remember that? Do you, Marin, dear?”

Marin tried to remember how long ago that conversation was, but even if it were not for the alcoholic haze. Her memory would have still brought up nothing more than the guess she offered, “Uhh, a month or so?”

“Try two years. You said that two years ago when the battle lines had expanded over the main highway,” Edea continued to smile despite the obvious hint of annoyance in her voice pushing through with her Southern lilt. Marin looked to the bar beneath her and began to rub her finger over the light scratches in the old, polished wood. Her expression looked as though she were trying to glean some great from the grain in the wood.

Edea finally heaved a sigh as she watched her friend give her a look of hurt. The Human failed to resist rolling her eyes at the Elf as she quipped, “Now, if you’re done sucking the old blacksmith’s dick for scraps and a job, can we leave? I don’t know about you, but the adventurer’s itch is getting to me.”

This seemed to perk up Marin’s mood as she smiled wide. Nodding her head before grabbing her tankard, putting it to her lips, and tipping it back until her throat had swallowed every last drop. Marin exclaimed through a belch of alcoholic fervor, “Ahhh! Okay! I’m ready!”

Edea shook her head with a chuckle before turning back to her own drink that sat untouched on the bar. Chugging the rest of her cup, “Alright, grab your shit, let’s hit the road before it gets dark. Pretty sure that there are a few bandits about that will be more than happy to try and take two women for their personal sex slaves. I don’t really feel like having to deal with that.”

Marin giggled as she stood up, her silver eyes twinkling from the alcohol and candlelight. Marin grabbed her heavy great ax from its place by the tavern’s front door, grinned her cheeky grin, and turned to make her final goodbye to the townsfolk.

“Falksberry, you can all go fuck yourselves!”

As the two walked down the road heading away from the village of Falksberry, Marin couldn’t help but think about the situation that Edea and herself had come to find themselves in. It had been a little less than three years since the two had met. Marin was little more than a young Elf selling her body to anyone willing to pay for her to get drunk as hell. She could almost remember the seedy smell of the bar as she glanced to Edea. Remembering the look on the Human woman’s face when they first laid eyes on each other made Marin smile. Marin wanted more than to be the town fuck toy, Edea needed only say something to her, anything to her. Marin would have followed that woman like a desperate puppy with only a glimmer of adventure. Of course, Edea did say something, and Marin did follow her around like a puppy, and they’ve been friends ever since.

Edea had been simply looking for a quiet place to relax when she first met Marin. Her thoughts drifting to the night that they met as they strolled along the road. Edea’s robes dirty from a long day of travel, her belly empty, her balls full, and little Marin practically begged for some escape from her life of riding from one cock to another. They had a simple plan, Marin would go with Edea to Whitecliff, the Capital of Edaria, and they’d find work as adventurers in a guild. Hand-in-hand, they stepped out onto the road of adventure together.

Edea smiled at the fond memory, but then had to remind herself that they had been sitting in a village, in the middle of nowhere, for almost two years thanks to Marin. A frown grew from Edea’s smile as a weed would grow from a manicured and kept garden; both looked as ugly. Still, she could hardly be mad at Marin, she had her uses. Marin was strong, she was beautiful, young, eager, a bit foolhardy and quick to anger. She was also slutty and sexy which meant that Edea wouldn’t have to pay some strange woman to give her a moment of release from the pain of a hard cock.

Marin stared with a grin on her lips, Edea not noticing before the Elf giggled and alerted her. Edea cocked her eyebrow cheekily to Marin’s mischievous gaze, “What? What do you want?”

Marin giggled and hefted her heavy axe from one shoulder to the other, “You’re thinking about fucking, aren’t you?”

Edea blushed, standing her ground as she continued to march forward next to her companion, “Am not. I’m a proper lady and even were I thinking of such vulgar things it would be far too early in our trip for a break. Why would you think something like that of me? ”

Marin shrugged her shoulders as she continued to walk alongside her friend. The two seeming chummy far more than they had been in the tavern not an hour ago, “Eh, no real reason. It couldn’t be because you’ve got a tree trunk stuck between your legs tenting your robes or nothing. Certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you mentioned it would be ‘much too early for a break’.”

Edea glanced down to her hips and spotted the massive tent that pushed the wool robes skywards. Her lips letting out a groan of frustration as she took hold of her cock and tried to push it back between her thighs only for it to pop up like a child’s spring toy, “Dammit! This thing… I swear if I could, I’d cut the damned thing off!”

Marin gasped in shock and quickly pushed Edea towards the treeline. The Elf moved the Human so that her back was against a tree and Marin’s body pressed against hers. Edea’s soft blue eyes were wide as Marin loomed over her, “Marin, I’m not going to…”

A hand clasped over Edea’s lips as Marin spied her way through the trees. The sound of the wind circling about them giving Edea a pause in her own thoughts as she watched Marin’s silver eyes. A moment passed, then another, a soft twig breaking on the wind. Marin’s head snapped in the direction of the noise, her long pointed ears giving her a keen edge against Edea’s hearing. The two stood in complete silence against the scratchy bark of the oak tree, both listening to the sounds around them. The other reason Edea liked having Marin around, the girl could sense danger from a mile off and was just as dangerous as anything that could get at them.

Finally, after what seemed like a small lifetime to a fly, Marin released Edea and they both slowly pushed themselves away from the tree. Edea’s eyes looked up into Marin’s. A slight pause came to both their faces before Edea’s words left her lips, “Anything we should worry about?”

Marin didn’t answer right away, instead, Edea almost worried her soft whisper had even reached Marin. The Elf smiled and gave a happy nod, “Just a deer a few yards off the road.”

Edea could feel the commanding weight of tension rising off her shoulders. She shook her head in thought, her shoes crunching the freshly fallen leaves with every step, “Marin, thank you. I’m sorry I was a bit of a dick back at the tavern.”

Marin did not turn to address her friend, instead, the elf shrugged her muscular shoulders and heaved a soft sigh with her response, “Hey, it’s okay, I understand, we both spent way too long in that one horse town. Having to deal with those idiots any longer would’ve made us both mad. Not to mention, that dick of yours does need some proper study from someone in the capital.”

Edea nodded her head with a soft sigh of affirmation, “I have always wanted to try to find out why I am cursed the way I am. The faster I get to the capital, the faster I can find someone to figure out why I have this thing.”

The Elf chuckled, this time turning her gaze back to Edea’s to answer, “Cursed might be a bit harsh. You would have never met me if it weren’t for that big maul you have swinging between your legs.”

Edea’s eyes rolled across the horizons of her eyelids as she smirked, chuckled, then began to remember just how the night they first met truly went down.

Edea was far from who she would come to be. She was quiet, shy, and as if to remain ever vigilant to cliche, she was far from one for seedy taverns and barmaids. In fact, were it not for the fact that on that night the moon was full, Edea would have passed straight through the small village of High Forest and kept on the road to Whitecliff. Instead, thanks to the magics of her curse, she had been fighting an insatiable lust. The smell of sweat, the stink of sex, the music of laughter and moans all rushing through her head like lightning on a cloudscape.

The young sorceress snuck into the tavern, clutching her robes and cloak tightly about her body as she eyed the candlelit faces of the denizens of the local inn. The town was mostly mining folk, some farmers, but none here that looked like they had been out in the fields all day. Edea’s gaze slid from a slender young human girl who was serving drinks in a blouse tightened to bursting and instead turned her gaze on the main attraction, a young Elven woman currently servicing two large miners with her mouth and hands firmly attached to their cocks. Watching, entranced as the Elven girl’s eyes half-closed from pleasure slowly looked her direction.

Edea’s cock began to rise from beneath her robes, hardening, begging, aching for touch as the Elven girl continued to service the two men, her gaze never leaving her own. With masterful touches, the Elf sucked and slurped, stroked and squeezed the two big dicks that were being shoved at her while their owners drank heavy tankards of ale. Just when Edea knew she could stand no more, knew that she was going to cum, the two miners beat her to the punch. Like heavy waterfalls, the two dicks began to coat the Elf girl in thick, creamy seed that poured down her face like honey.

Edea’s own cock twitched beneath her hands and robes, sending a globule of cum tumbling to the wooden floor making a sizable puddle. The Elven girl never missed a beat, as soon as the two dicks before her were now drained, she moved towards Edea with surprising speed and elegant grace. The Elf’s eyes sparkled in the firelight, their silver iris’ glittering with the same magical ferocity that lay locked away in every Elven eye. Before the Elf’s outstretched hand reached out to touch Edea’s body, her lips parried the advance, “I-I’m not sure you want me.”

The Elf’s eyes widened in surprise. Her cum-splattered brow raising as the thick seed from one of her earlier patrons rolled from her chin spattering across one of her heavy bare tits.

“Oh? And why do you say that?”

Edea almost didn’t have the heart to say it out loud. To say the thing she always had to say to anyone she wanted to bed. She hated saying it, but she did it anyways although hushed in almost a whisper, “I’m cursed… I’m not a woman.”

The Elf thought for a good while before moving her hand down between Edea’s legs. Their eyes met as she gripped the massive cock that threatened to break the underclothes waiting beneath the Human’s robes. A look, a quick glance from top to bottom, and then, without another word, Edea stood awe-struck as Marin’s lips pressed firmly against hers. The innkeeper was paid, the bedroom was locked, and Edea’s clothes were scattered to the four corners of the room. Marin’s Elven eyes took in every inch of Edea’s figure as the two women stood naked before one another, Edea’s eyes returning the favor by giving a detailed appraisal of her new bed-fellow’s body.

Breasts that looked as though they were more at place on a Minotaur or a Giantess. A muscular body glistening with sweat, and a plump ass with a complementing set of hips that would make any barmaid envious. Marin’s body was a pleasure to behold, and the lust that arose and burned with a fiery passion with Edea’s soul caused her cursed cock to rise.

The human’s stout body a full head shorter than hers made the woman’s proportions seem that much more delectable. Marin’s mind failed to come up with better descriptive words than plump, juicy, and tasty. The Elf eyed the massive cock warily, she’d seen her handfuls of bigger than handfuls, but the Human before her was a sight to behold. Marin attempted to gauge any real measurement from simple sight, but instead, opted for a more manual measurement. The Elf smirked as she lowered herself to her knees, reached forwarded and wrapped her fingers about the girthy shaft.

It was hot, as thick around as a mug bottle of whiskey and longer than Marin’s thigh. The word massive and delicious flowed through the Elf’s mind before finally. With a tentative lick, she understood why this Human was truly special and truly cursed. The feeling of euphoria, pure, unadulterated, unfiltered, unrestrained bliss flooded over Marin’s simple thoughts. Edea watched in awe as the Elf latched her lips onto her heavy cock and began to suckle like a starving babe. Edea’s lips let out hot, ragged, breathy moans of approval as Marin’s tongue darted forward to tickle and tease at the slit of the massive cock.

Both had surrendered to their lust, both had given up any pretenses of ever being without one another. Edea’s hands gripped the Elf’s hair, pulling gently at the unkempt blonde tresses while pushing back down in a rhythm fit for rutting. Marin felt her jaw stretching wide to accept the massive cock as it slid to the back of her mouth. The Elf sucked hungrily while her lungs let out a moan into the night despite the gag she greedily gobbled.

Marin allowed the Human to take control of her motions, eager to focus her efforts on sucking and licking every inch of the massive dick that now filled her mouth. The Elf’s tongue danced sloppily over the length, too little room for any sort of decent effort. Still, where her tongue failed her, Marin’s hands were eager to make up as she stroked what remained of the massive cock outside of her suckling mouth. Her fingers pumped furiously around the shaft, massaging and coaxing the meat club further down her throat.

The girth would’ve made the task of taking the cock down anyone’s throat impossible, let alone an Elf’s, the curse worked it’s magic. While Edea pumped more and more of the big meaty stick down the Elf’s throat, the more the magic of the curse allowed to penetrate. By the time Edea’s balls came to rest on her new lover’s chin, the Elf’s throat was bulging obscenely, but this was only the beginning. As Marin struggled for air, the curse gave her only what she needed to stay conscious. When Edea had reached her limit the air stopped, replaced with thick, gooey gobs of seed that filled the Elf’s belly.

Marin’s eyes bulged, her hands slapping against her lover’s thighs as her stomach was turned into a vat of cum. Her eyes watered, rolling into the back of her head as Edea pulled the monstrous cock from Marin’s lips. Both struggled to catch their breath as Marin’s face was coated in a thick layer of cream that spewed from the freshly liberated cock. Edea knew what was to come next, full moon or not, the curse demanded satisfaction. Marin, however, was blissfully unaware as to what would come next. Her mind still reeling from the quaking, paralyzing orgasm that rolled through her body.

The curse crept over Edea’s thoughts and with a flick of her wrist, the Elf lifted from the floor through unseen hands. Using her magic, the Human moved the tryst to the bed and readied her partner for the next round of use. Edea’s unseen servants held the Elf’s arms out wide. Face down in the mattress, ass up in the air, the Elf lay readied for another round. Edea sighed with pleasure as an unseen servant began to stroke it’s Mistress’ cock back to life.

Marin let out a weary groan and cough, a big glob of cum splattering onto the bed linens beneath her. A moment passed, Marin’s mind beginning to wonder if she were alone in the room until her lover’s cock pressed against her sex. The simple touch caused the Elf’s body to quake, another orgasm washing over her body from head to toe as she moaned out into the warm mid-Summer night’s air. With another touch of the tip, Marin’s body shuddered once more. Her muscles yearning to writhe, but held tight by some unseen bonds.

A firm press, Marin’s mind exploded into a mess of pleasure, and then her body gave way to the invading member. It’s massiveness filling her, stretching her. The Elf’s lips shuddered through breathy moans and shaky pleas for more. Edea was only happy to oblige as her cursed cock urged her to breed with this poor being. Slow and firm. Thrust after thrust pushed further and further into the Elf’s body. When the head reached the womb, Marin knew that she had taken it all, but Edea still gave her more. Deeper, harder. The thrusts turned into a pounding rhythm like war drums, and Marin’s moans grew into a pleasure-filled song.

Edea’s hips slammed faster against the Elf’s ass, ramming her dick as hard into the poor girl’s ass as her curse would allow her. The heavy balls hanging between Edea’s thighs swung with reckless abandon like two apples in a haversack. Both women moaning, groaning, begging and pleading for the satisfaction of that final orgasm. Marin knew that she would have collapsed into a cum-filled shell much sooner if this cock were anything ordinary, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she was being kept conscious, sane, pleasured even as she was used.

Edea’s body hammered forward, her mind willing the unseen servants to hold the Elf tight. Curse or not, Edea was enjoying every moment of her cock being embedded deep inside a tight, dripping hole. Without much thought, Edea’s hands moved down to Marin’s muscled thighs, gripping them with a sensuous touch. Soft, delicate, appraising, a far cry from the furious pounding of the heavy fuck stick not inches away from Edea’s hands. Steadily, Edea made her way up Marin’s body, soft shocks of electricity tickling over the Elf’s skin wherever the Human’s hands touched. Marin had lost count of how many times she had cum, but there was still a singular thought running through her mind as her body shook with every earth-shattering thrust, “More”.

Edea’s body jolted forward, the moment was upon them. Both lovers held their breaths as Edea began to fill Marin’s womb to bursting with cum. Both crying to the Heavens as Marin collapsed, Edea’s powers fluctuating, failing to keep the Elf suspended. With a slick, almost grotesque slurping noise, Edea’s cursed cock slipped from Marin’s pussy and began to coat the entirety of the Elf’s plump ass and muscled back in hot cum. With Edea’s cum slowing from a stream to a dribble down over Marin’s ass, the Human could already feel the Curse beginning to loosen its grip. Another night, another poor victim lying in a pool of her seed.

Edea could scarcely begin to wonder how long they had been walking. Her eyes looked to Marin who simply grinned that same mischievous grin, “Such a ‘proper lady’ thinking about fucking like a bull in heat. Tsk, tsk.”

Edea smirked at Marin’s crude yet all too accurate suggestion as she retorted, “Oh? Sounds like someone wants to take it in the ass tonight.”

Marin quickly moved her hands to cover her backside with a look of worry on her face, “Wait, come on, be nice. You know how sore I get when you fuck my ass…”

The pair stopped in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at the sight that lay before them. Whitecliff was burning.

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