[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/v3iqeo/the_elven_clerics_first_quest_doesnt_go_as/)
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When Mildes returned from handing in her quest, Ragnar was waiting patiently for her. The mage who had given them a ride was already gone. The barbarian smiled when his elven companion emerged, his hand quickly grabbing hold of her plump rear. “So, give me my half of the gold and we’ll find a new quest. Sound good?”
Mildes took out the satchel of gold the guard had given her–but only after wriggling his nose at the dried cum on her otherwise perfect skin–and took out several coins. “Here, fifty for me and fifty for you.”
“Thanks, darling.” Ragnar held each coin up to the setting sun, as if inspecting its purity, before shoving them in his pocket. “Alright, well, before we grab another quest, I need a beer.”
The elf stammered, unsure if she wanted to partake in such a sordid ritual, “I’m really not the drinking type…”
“Nonsense! Everyone’s the drinking type.” Ragnar grabbed her hand and pulled her into a nearby tavern called the Rusty Crow. There was a bustling crowd inside—many patrons were already well on their way to being fully intoxicated, even though the sun had yet to set. Clearly, there weren’t a lot of other attractions in the small village of Hill Hollow.
Several inebriated men caught sight of the disheveled Elf pushing through, trying to make it to the counter. A few shouted loud enough to be overheard, “Look at this, Harold! That Elf has someone’s cum on her face!”
Another, “Bloody hell, I think that’s Ragnar’s new cumrag. She sure looks like she just tried to throat that bastard’s cock.”
And still more, “Wish he would learn to share. Hey honey, wanna go for a ride on my staff? That ass would look great bouncing in my lap!” There was a chorus of laughter and jeering as the men slapped each other on the backs.
Embarrassed, Mildes briefly slipped free of Ragnar’s clutches to seek out the washroom. Once inside, she took a damp cloth to the spigot and rubbed at her face. The barbarian’s semen came off her cheeks easily enough, but she struggled with her robe, which was stained with several splotches of his dried seed. She tried heartily, eventually giving up and returning to the main barroom with several damp spots on her cotton top.
She looked through the crowd, hoping to spot the burly man she now called her companion. Instead, Ragnar found her first, introducing himself in a way that was becoming customary: by squeezing her plump ass. This time, however, he also slid a finger between her thighs and drew it along her panties, lifting up her robe just enough to give the patrons of a nearby table a little show.
“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” The barbarian paused to look Mildes up and down. She was relatively clean now, but her clothing was still rather soiled. “We’ll have to grab you some new clothes before we head off again. The Crimson Wardrobe is just down the street. We’ll pop in before we leave. But first…” He grabbed Mildes by the hand and dragged her toward the stage.
“There’s a way to make a quick bit more money—which you’ll need, that fifty gold will only go so far.” He gestured towards the elevated platform where two very well-endowed girls were prancing around in soaking wet, cotton tunics. The thin fabric clung to their chests, becoming sheer such that onlookers could enjoy a clear view of their pink nipples.
“One more for the wet tunic contest!” Ragnar yelled as he pushed Mildes on-stage and followed close behind. There was a chorus of cheers as many patrons recognized the Elf from earlier.
“Ah! That’s Ragnar’s cumslut! What a looker!”
“Show us your tits, honey!”
“Shake it!”
Ragnar grabbed a pint of mead from a nearby table, held it just above Mildes’ chest, and whispered in her ear, “The winner gets a hundred gold, so put on a good show.” He poured the carbonated liquid down the front of the Elf’s white robe, ensuring that it was now completely ruined.
The crowd was cheering wildly at first, whooping and hollering as Mildes’ thin robe quickly became transparent. A few men shouted out, “That’s the cumslut from earlier! She came into the pub with sperm dripping off her face! Do you think Ragnar’s fucked her yet?”
The barbarian stood close to Mildes, looking forward to whatever performance she was about to put on. Instead, she simply stood looking some mix of mortified and furious. “Why would you do such a thing!” Her voice was nearly hoarse. “We Elves are a proud people. The oral embarrassment you subjected me was quite enough. I’m not going to dance for a bunch of drunken degenerates. Now, let’s leave this place so you can buy me a new robe.”
The audience took notice of her refusal, their cheers turning to boos while she stood haughtily on the stage, refusing to dance or shake her chest.
“Elves are always so stuck up!”
“Don’t let that pointy-earred whore get away with disrespecting you Ragnar!”
“Yeah, show that slut who’s boss!”
Egged on by the jeering crowd, Ragnar stepped forward, crossing his burly arms and looking down at the wet Elf. “Oh, you want a new robe? Well, you’re going to have to work for it—especially after I do this—“ *RIP*
The sound of tearing fabric filled the hall as Ragnar grasped Mildes’ robe and tore downwards, opening the soaked thing easily and revealing both her bare tits and a bright pair of green panties. He turned to the crowd, “How’s that for an adventurer, eh?”
There was a chorus of cheers as Ragnar continued, “This little cleric bet me that she could take out an entire goblin camp all on her own. Guess what? Her cute magic dart barely scratched one of those green bastards. So she got on her knees and she sucked my cock!” Ragnar grabbed his groin, emphasizing that he had an erection at that very moment.. “Now, I think she needs a little bit of discipline. Don’t you?”
The men in the crowd shouted in agreement. “Teach her a lesson, Ragnar!”
The barbarian grabbed Mildes by the hair, wrapping her silver, silky strands in his fist. He pushed her stomach against the nearby table that held several more pints of mead for the competition and forced her to bend over it. Once she was doubled over, her stomach pressing against a table top sticky with spilled alcohol, he lifted her tattered robe, revealing her ass cheeks for the entire crowd to see.
He hooked a finger beneath her panties, “Look here, that’s a nice color, eh?”
Still holding her hair gathered into a ponytail with one hand, his other hand slipped from her underwear and drew backwards, palm open. He came down hard, smacking her ass so roughly that the loud crack of flesh on flesh reverberated through the crowded tavern. When he drew his hand back—calloused from years of wielding his axe—there was the fading red imprint on her otherwise pristine and pale cheek. Applause and whistling followed.
“Let her have it, Ragnar! Put her in her place!”
“I’m sick of Elves acting like they’re better than everyone else.” He slapped her ass again, the force causing her plump cheek to ripple before returning to its pleasantly round and firm shape. “How’s that, Mildes?” He taunted, “Still feel like talking back?” Another crackling smack.
The Elf let out a squeal of pain as she squirmed against the table. She was caught between it and Ragnar’s imposing form. “Let me out of here you damned buffoon!”
“Maybe I’ll stop if you admit to everyone that you’ve agreed to be my healslut.”
THWACK. Another.
Ragnar paused then, seemingly overcome with his own arousal. He wrapped his spanking hand under the hem of her panties and tore them off in one swift motion, revealing her bare ass and pussy to the crowd.
“Now you’ve got me turned on, Elf. But this time I’ll let you choose which hole you take it in. Ass, mouth, or pussy?” There was the clattering of a belt being unbuckled.
Mildes let out a long sigh. She shook her hips back and forth, attempting to break free, but instead giving the crowd a rousing look at the lovely swaying of her ass. Wanting this whole affair to be over, she bit her lip, but finally relented. “Pussy!” She yelled, ashamed to be using the same coarse language Ragnar had used. “Just be gentle. *Please*!”
The barbarian was pleased with her acquiescence. He had never fucked an Elf before. They had reputations for being haughty, modest, and for often refusing to sleep with non-Elves. They also had reputations for wonderfully tight, smooth pussies that could drive any man wild with pleasure. The cunt of an Elf was rumored to be ridged in a particularly pleasing way, gripping the cock just as tightly as it went in as when pulling out. Though the barbarian would have been just as willing to fuck Mildes’ ass or to shove his thick, lengthy cock down her esophagus again, he couldn’t resist the temptation to finally violate one of those legendary, pink slits.
His cock was already out and in his hand. He spat into his palm and rubbed it across his generous size. Then he smacked the bulbous crown against Mildes’ now thoroughly reddened ass. “Probably have a bruise on at least this cheek,” he teased as he leaned to the side to investigate her puckered ass and her tight cunt.
He looked over his shoulder at the cheering crowd. They were whistling and hollering, drunken and thrilled that they were about to watch an Elf get put in her place right in front of them. Wet tunic contests often did get wild in the tavern, frequently ending in the participants blowing a few patrons or having their tits fucked, but it was rare for someone to get railed right on stage. Even rarer for that someone to be a gorgeous, silver-haired Elf.
“She wants it gentle, folks. What do you think? Should I be polite?” Ragnar asked the crowd with a grin.
“No! Fuck her hard, Ragnar.”
“Yeah! Teach that Elf bitch a lesson!”
“Fuck her until she can’t walk straight!”
The burly man laughed as he continued pounding his hard dick against Mildes’ plump ass. A strand of precum snapped off and wrapped into the cleft between her cheeks. He pulled back to position himself for penetration, grabbing her by the hips with his strong hands. He teased her at first, running his wet cockhead over her puckered asshole. He pushed lightly against it, considering fucking her in the ass, rather than doing as she requested. Then he pushed harder, beginning to force apart her opening.
Mildes tensed up, squeezing her legs shut reflexively and trying to wiggle her ass away from him. “Not there!” She pleaded.
He smacked her ass and leaned forward, “Just kidding. For now.”
Then he shifted his cock slightly downward and began to press against her layered folds. He let out a grunt, “Fuck, you are a tight little whore. Haven’t been fucked by a proper man before, eh?” He pushed harder, flexing his thighs and digging his fingers into Mildes’ soft skin as he struggled to spread her apart.
“There…we…go!” Ragnar let out a sigh of pleasure as his wide-brimmed cockhead finally pushed inside Mildes’ taut pink opening. He moved one of his hands up her back to grab hold of her hair again. He shoved her into the table as he thrust deeper inside her, moaning as he felt her interior brush over his length in an intoxicating manner. “Bloody hell, that’s a brilliant cunt.”
His cock was throbbing with delight as he buried half his length inside her. He pulled back a bit at that point, appreciating the warm trail of wetness she was leaving over his shaft. “Did you get wet when I fucked your throat?” He teased. “Bet you got really wet when I covered your face in my seed.”
She looked over her shoulder, her face a blushing red. “I–I didn’t. Well…a little, but it was just a natural reaction. We Elves are very sensitive to physical stimuli.”
At this point, he had been going slowly but firmly. Now, as he regarded his bent over cocksleeve, he couldn’t exercise any further patience. He drew his flesh rod back to her entrance, letting its crown sit just against her slit, paused for a beat, and then plunged inside her with profound force. He shoved the entire length of his impressive member inside her, pushing her face into the table as his hips shoved against her firm ass.
His vast body strength was upon her, pummeling her stomach into the side of the table with each thrust. It shook under the force and the crowd cheered with elation. He moved one hand beneath her thigh and lifted the Elf slightly, such that her feet were no longer touching the stage.
He spoke breathlessly between each aggressive thrust, “How’s that Mildes? Gonna tell everyone you’re my healslut yet?”
Her toes scraped against the wooden stage. He had her pushed so far onto the table that she could no longer reach the ground. All she could do is let him fuck her until he came. She had never fucked a man with such a massive cock before and she was going cross-eyed from the mind-melting force of his penetration.
*THUMP THUMP THUMP*
“Yes!” She cried out, her voice barely reaching above his slapping thrusting. “Yes! Yes! I’m your healslut! Everyone should know that I’m Ragnar the Unbroken’s new healslut! And I love his dick!”
That certainly seemed accurate. The burly man was grunting and groaning as his thighs collided against the Elf’s plump ass, knocking her forward and rocking the table each time he drove his veiny fuckstick inside her. He pushed her further up onto the table, so that her legs were nearly sticking out straight behind her and her head was hanging over the other side. A pitcher of mead spilled from all of the racket, running beneath Mildes stomach and chest as it spread over the table.
There was one other pitcher that was still half-full nearby. Ragnar picked it up while clenching Mildes’ ass cheek with his other hand and poured it over her back. “How’s that for a booze-soaked slut?” He asked the crowd, clearly proud of the show he was putting on for the tavern.
The drunks whooped and hollered in return. The cheering grew even more intense when Mildes finally did as Ragnar asked—admitting that she’d be serving as his dedicated healslut. He gave her an incredibly loud, hard spank in return. “That’s right, Mildes. Your ass, your pussy, your tits, your mouth. They belong to me. And, fuck, what a great fucking body you’ve got.” As he rushed his cock in and out of her, her interior reshaped perfectly around him, making every inch feel just as snug as the last. It was one of the greatest sensations he’d ever felt and he knew he’d be addicted to it now.
He moved his large, calloused thumb between her ass cheeks and began to tease the tight pucker of a hole that was spread before him. He leaned forward to whisper to Mildes, “Oh, and believe me, I’m going to fuck your ass *soon*.” He pushed while he spoke, spreading that tight puckered opening slowly to make room for his thick digit. He dove down to rub himself over her pussy and then brought the juices back up to her asshole, lubricating it as he drew small circles.
After a little patience, he was able to work the first knuckle of his thumb inside Mildes, so that while he fucked her beautifully tight Elvish cunt, he was fingering her ass. “This slut likes it in both holes!” He yelled to the crowd.
Things were chaotic in the pub now. The two other girls had gotten off the stage and were in the midst of being used in their own way in the middle of the crowd. One was trying to work two cock simultaneously, sucking one while she stroked the other. The other was leaning over the stage while getting fucked from behind.
Ragnar’s grip tightened on Mildes and his pace increased as it became clear he was nearing orgasm. The crowd was already cheering for him to finish, “Breed her! Breed her! Breed her!”
“Don’t mind if I do.” The strong man grabbed both of Mildes’ wrists and pulled them behind her back. He lifted her off the table easily and rotated her light body so that she was facing the crowd while still getting impaled on his erection. He held her like that, suspended in the air, while he continued to pump in and out of her. Her dripping wetness was running down his thighs now and his heavy balls were slapping against her clitoris.
“Here. It. Comes!” He pulled her small body hard against him as he convulsed, spraying an enormous load of semen directly against her cervix. The force of his ejaculation was so strong that it splattered against her insides and immediately began to run down his shaft. A large dollop landed on the stage floor, directly beneath Mildes. But he kept pumping inside her, spreading his sperm around, until every last drop had emptied out of his jewels.
When he finished he pulled the Elf from his cock and set her on her feet. He smacked her ass one more time, “Give the crowd a bow you filthy little slut.”
She did as she was told, her legs wobbling as she crossed an arm beneath her belly button and bowed. Another drop of sperm smacked against the floor while she was bent over. The crowd roared in unison as she stumbled away, collapsing into Ragnar’s broad chest and mumbling, “I think we might have won.”
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