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The elf woke up with a start, trying his best to look around..
🕑 Added 2024-09-13 18:00:05 +0000 UTC The elf woke up with a start, trying his best to look around as he found himself tied to the forest floor by thick ropes. The sun was lower than he expected. How did he get here? Where were his clothes? As a frigid chill swept through the woods, he shivered, realizing that he was completely naked. Before he could take any action, a massive Orc flanked him, looking over Miravyn with a curious and devious expression. “Did you forget, silly Elf?” The Orc laughed, walking around and causing leaves and animals to scatter. He was twice the size of a normal Orc, making him three times the size of a usual Elf, especially against someone as fair and small as Miravyn. He hardly had anything on, and lying on the ground, stuck, he could see perfectly under the loincloth. “In order to cross these lands, you have pass big test!” The Orc nodded, agreeing with himself. “You ready? Have hurry before nightfall.” Miravyn couldn’t help but roll his eyes, recalling that these mountain Orcs were infamous for their lack of intelligence compared to the ones he typically dealt with. “What must I do?” The Elf responded. As the Orc circled him, a wide, toothy smile formed on his face, tightening the fabric holding his loincloth with a grubby hand. The Elf grimaced in disgust as he noticed his Orcish cock was already leaking, leaving a warm, sticky trail of precum over his bound legs. “Big test! Ceremony! Must know you’re strong enough for these lands.” The Orc looked more serious now, rubbing his crotch as he continued to circle again. “I will help… determine.” The Elf nodded his head, projecting his voice. “Alright. I have urgent business beyond these mountains, and this is the quickest route. Do what you must.” Before he could even think about what this “test” might be, Miravyn felt the wind being knocked out of him as a large Orcish foot descended, landing in the middle of his chest and just inches away from crushing him. His big toe moved aside to give him space to see (and breathe) as the Orc continued to grope at himself, his cock becoming much harder than before. “Test of… stamina!” The orc pressed down, with almost expert skill, digging the heel of his foot into the groin of the Elf. The feeling was… interesting, and Miravyn couldn’t help but let out a small whimper as his body reacted to the heat and pressure, pulling uselessly against his bonds. He could find his member already stiffening, pressing against the savage foot. It felt good. Better than he’d felt in at least 200 years. Maybe 300. “By the gods… Ah!” the elf gasped, the Orc rubbing the heel of his foot against him in small circles, driving into his dick. “Elf likes it. Good!” He murmured, his arousal now at its peak, dripping even more from his cock than earlier. “Don’t cum yet! Fail test.” The elf squeezed his eyes shut, trying everything possible to remove himself from the satisfaction against his groin. The Orc’s rough skin made him leak as he moved his cock up and down with just the right amount of friction. Soon enough, the foot was gone. Miravyn gasped for breath as he could feel the pressure release. The Orc beamed, cutting the ropes holding down the Elf with a knife as big as he was. The Orc griped as he made his way to the ground, letting his ass smack to the forest floor and causing what felt like a minor earthquake. From here, Miravyn could really grasp how large he was - and how grand his now exposed cock was. The girth was enormous; the Elf realizing to his horror that it was as long as he was tall. Standing there, the idea of this enormous, muscular creature eagerly awaiting his attention caused his already aroused member to throb with anticipation. He’d tasted Orc cock before, but nothing like this. Literally. The Orc rubbed himself, allowing a considerably large drop of precum to drip onto the ground from his massive member. He pointed his shaft to the sky as he continued to slowly edge himself. “You win first round. Next Round. More stamina. If I cum first, you win!” Miravyn licked his lips, feeling more desperate than ever as he went for the Orcish cock. He had no way of getting this into his mouth… So he did the next best thing he could. Slowly, carefully, he made his way around to the Orc’s belly, and using that to wedge himself upwards, reached for the cockhead. Letting go in a dramatic motion, Miravyn flung himself, grabbing the head of the Orc cock like he was giving it a bear hug, it swaying for a moment before balancing again. As he precariously perched, the warmth of the shaft beneath him served as a constant reminder of its presence, causing him to unconsciously grind his naked body against it. It felt incredible, intoxicating, but he knew he had to focus. Using his arms and his own body, he pumped the head of his dick, making the Orc shudder in surprise. The Elf took a steadied breath and carefully rubbed his lithe body against the Orc, using the constant stream of precum to keep himself lubricated and steady. He moved upwards, keeping his feet secured where his foreskin pulled away from the head. The smell here was even more powerful than at the base, driving the Elf wild as he did everything possible to keep himself from jerking off right there as the Orc’s slit opened and closed to produce even more slick. Miravyn let out another whimper as he ran his tongue along the edges of the opening, sliding his face against the glans and eagerly lapping up every bit of sweat and musk he could. As his willpower failed, he resorted to thrusting against any surface he could find, the Orc groaning in satisfaction and reclining backwards as he was worked over. “Oh- Oh… little…. elf!” The Orc grumbled through heavy breaths. With each passing moment, the Orc’s spasms intensified, mirroring the rumbling of a steam engine on the brink of explosion, shaking the very foundations of the surrounding trees and becoming warmer to the touch. “That’s right, you beast, cum! I’ll show you I’m the victor here!” Miravyn hissed, his own spasms coming to him as well, knowing that this competition was going to be very close. “AHH-” The sound of the Orc’s cry filled the air as he collapsed, his body trembling uncontrollably as he unleashed his load, bucking into the air as he shot as large and as hard as a geyser. The Elf held out for as long as he could, relishing the comforting sensation of the seed’s intense warmth washing over him. He could feel his body letting go, and soon enough ejected his warmth into the torrent going past him. His orgasm betrayed him, however, making muscles lose grip and join the rest of the cum rapidly pooling on the ground. Miravyn swam his way through the seed, surfacing nearby, feeling as warm, sticky and spent more than he ever had before. The Orc gave out a loud, reverberating laugh as he continued to lie where he fell. “Elf win! I lose. I love losing!” The Elf found enough strength to stand, dripping, and now that the temptation was gone, feeling quite disgusting. “So I can pass through here unfettered?” he said, attempting to project his voice. “Uh… Yes?” The Orc said after a moment, trying to remember what ‘unfettered’ means. “Good. Now… Where are my clothes?”
