I watched in fascination as each elf girl accepted the men, allowing them to blowjob fill the vacant holes Arbor left for them. Soon the four elf girls were stuffed to capacity, their gangbangs not violent like mine, but slow, and gentle, a graceful dance of perversion that was only meant to please. One by one, the elf girls succumbed to the indulgence of excess, and feasted without shame upon the flesh of man. Arbor retreated into a bed of her daughters, and she too was filled to capacity, with tender sucks and gentle fists that stretched her open. I gazed my own pleasure at her. She looked back at me with half-mast eyes, her full lips parted in a blissful smile, her hands gently stroking the hair of the daughters nursing from her. Her pale, purple skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chest rose and fell with deep, sensual breaths, her pussy and ass gaped delectably from the hands inside of her. Dafian snapped me out of my transience with a slap across the face. I was immediately brought back to my defilement, and grinned down at the hateful elf. One of the men pulled out of my ass, and my exhausted rim constricted loosely around the other cock. He stood up, took hold of my hair, and pulled back until I was looking directly backward, my hair draping to the forest floor. My inverted vision was filled with the sight of his throbbing member, shiny with my anal lust and stinking deliciously of my filth. He pushed the tip against my lips, and I obediently consumed him, moaning around him, leaning back to feel him slide easily down my stretched-back throat. I savored the abhorrent taste as I black sucked, my tongue greedily cleaning every inch, my lips drawing from his base as though to milk his loins dry. It pushed me over. I felt myself rising in orgasm, my body twitching as pings of hot pleasure scorched from my desecrated holes. The familiar quaking in my nethers rumbled through me, my movements became violent and desperate, my eyes opened wide and I screamed a choked soprano note. I shifted chaotically, writhing and convulsing, my hips dropping and pushing back against the men in my french holes, my back arching and rising to the man in my mouth. With a final tremble, I climaxed. My victims shared in the catharsis, crying out in equal parts terror and ecstasy as they exploded inside me, the last time they would ever do such a thing. As I descended from the precipice, I watched in fascination as the three men turned into beautiful, hybrid women. Their hard bodies became supple, their pale flesh became flawless bronze, and their masculine build contoured into the robust curves of womanhood. Their cocks receded casting from my holes, and I was left vacant with nothing but the hint of heat lingering where they’d been. They all collapsed upon the ground, only their bulging eyes remaining unchanged as their features amateur became delicate and refined. “Captain Dafian…” I said, stroking the terrified woman’s face, “what is your first name?” “Faltius.” She replied in a high voice. “Faltia is your name now.” I beamed, marveling at my creation. Faltia shifted uncomfortably beneath me, scanning her body with rapid eyes. I looked behind me to see the other two doing the same, testing their new bodies with something between horror and curiosity. Bill applied plenty of lotion to his cock and lay beside her and pulled her on her side and said I will go slow as he placed the head of his cock at her oily asshole and pushed against it. Sammy spread the stirrups wide and locked them in place. Especially the first time when she was unsure what to do, she was pinned down under his bulk and she could only let him do what he wanted to blowjob amateur her thin, young and inexperienced body. “You use your mouth on him, Kora, and we'll see if he can do the same to me.” He adjusted his tie and cufflinks, sauntered over to where The Greek’s slave still knelt over a bench waiting for abusive attention, and stood over her. “Haven't you even got them ready?” Hailey snapped as she french quickly undressed and threw her clothes in a heap in black the corner of the room. Like invisible tripwire, they would set off a trap if crossed, likely a paralyzing spell. His tongue slithered into casting her gaping lips before foul smelling saliva poured in and Amelia drank with eagerness. It was time for lunch. Okay oh wise young one, I said in a laughing tone, do we tell her, or let her catch us? Please let this slave drain your organ of your precious cum. ——————-