Erotic Fargoth-Fiction [Elves] [Rectum] [Straight] [Gay]

You get off the boat in Seyda Neen. You can still practically feel the sway of the boat underneath your feet even though you are now on dry land. You look around the town, it’s really only a few wooden shacks. Morrowind was always more impressive in the stories you had heard from your Dunmer cellmate back in the Imperial City.

The people are just as uninteresting as the architecture. They seem to suffle around aimlessly, devoid of any life in their eyes or color in their clothes. But then you catch a glimpse of someone…different.

His bright green shirt stands out against the muddied grey of the town. His black beetle-like eyes are full of curiosity and wonder. His golden hair catches the sunlight. And his short stature…Well…arouses you in a way you can’t quite explain. You wanted him to dominate you.

You go over to greet this fine specimen. “Are you the one that boat dropped off? Odd to see a boat arrive at that time of the day. Hope the Imperials treated you okay. I swear they took my ring.” He said

You made up your mind to find that ring. And maybe if you found it, he could find love in his heart for you.

You went tearing through the town, searching high and low. In tree stumps, in shoes, under bushes, and finally the office in which the Imperials stamped your papers. You rooted through the drawers, then the barrels. You found a ring. It was beautifully engraved. And holding it in your hand, you felt healed, as if all your troubles were melting away.

You took it to Fargoth. “You found it! Amazing! Thank you, thank you! You are now my favourite friend. I’ll be sure to tell the others, especially my friend Arrille who runs the tradehouse here. Go see him, he’ll be happy to see you now!” He said.

Arrille, that had to have a deeper meaning to it. You did as Fargoth said and ran along to the shop. Inside, an Altmer stood at the counter. You assumed this was Arrille.

“Um…Hello. Fargoth said I’d be coming.”

Arrille smirked.

“Right this way.”

You followed Arrille to the second floor. He opened a creeky door. Inside, the small room was bathed in candlelight. Shadows danced across the walls. You then saw him. Fargoth. His Bosmer penis was erect, and the engraved ring of healing was on it. You went to him, and he pushed you against the wall. You didnt resist.

He felt you up, french kissing you all the way. He pushed you onto the bed. You laid on your back and gazed up at him. He picked you up -such strength for an elf his size!- and placed you on your hands and knees.

“I’m now going to show you my secret hiding place.”

Fargoth burried his erect elf penis in your asshole. But that wasn’t yoursanymore. It was his secret hiding place.

You felt the cock ring of healing lodge in the hiding place as he went in and out. Eventually, the deed was done. You walked outside, still a bit hot and bothered. And waddling slightly from the ring up your rectum.

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