A Dragon's flood

When the dragon came, the earth trembled.

Lunnara felt the vigorous member getting bigger and bigger in her hands, its delicious liquid ascending through its whole extension expanding its already engorged girth, and exploding at the tip, aiming at her comely face. It hit her like a violent fist and it showed no mercy upon her cruelty. She had opened her mouth to consume it, but the stream was too vigorous, to dense and wide. It drowned her mouth, it covered her face and her body, it blinded her eyes and ruined her hair. She tried to control the explosion by getting closer and taking that reddened tip with her mouth but that only made it worst. The dragon felt and unbearable shock of pleasure once he felt the pouty lips around his member. It made him loose his consciousness with a smile, murmuring her mommy's name. Lunnara tried to drink it all as it was released, but she barely managed to withstand for a few seconds before her entire stomach was already filled with cum. It was such an absurd amount, with so much potency and density, much more than what a single elven stomach could hope to consume.

But Lunnara's ambitions had no end.

I need it! I need it all, dammit! It is mine, mine! I have been nurturing him, I shall have it!

She kept trying to catch it all, but it was in vain. It kept coming and coming. It was a fountain of youth and vitality, exploding eternally before her, and it was too much for just her, too much for a single meal. When it finally stopped, the she-elf found herself absolutely covered in the pure white cream, she tried to clean her eyes with her hands but it was more like removing a cape of plaster than a liquid. When she was finally able to see again, she found the entire surrounding area also white, and she could not contain her rage before such a waste. She started to lick her own body and clothes, **** to get it, but it was all drying too fast, quickly loosing its magical properties. She already had gained more power that she could have possible hope to, but it was not enough, so much more was lost! All that cum, all that mana, wasted and contaminated with that filthy forest and its disgusting white magic.

Damn them all!

She furiously casted a ball of pure lightning and use it to volatilise the nearest tree. Damn you, you stupid harlot! You wanted more cum!? Here it is! it is all wasted!, You stupid, stupid...! So many times her slavers and master had told her that she always aspired to more that she could get or control. If there was anything that Lunnara despised was to be reminded of that in the slightest. Drowned in her frustration and anger, she gazed upon the valiant cock, still stiff and hard, still defiant. It looked up to her as if it asked for a kiss, as alive as his host was ****.

She lowered her head and choked herself on that cock. She furiously moved her head up and down, taking the whole thing, letting it open her whole throat and bringing tears to her eyes, she sang a sloppy melody, of slurps and gags, calling the white liquid to the surface. I'm not done with you, you stupid bastard, you are to become my personal mana factory, and I will pump your very soul from you! In that moment, all her pretence of kindness and maternal feelings for the boy was erased, and all of her dark ambitions and cruelty came to the surface. Her darkest desires took hold of her and she forgot everything else, she ate cock like a lunatic, lusting for a prize she no longer needed.

At the heart of the forest, the white archtree cried in pain at the lost of one of his children, its roots made the very earth tremble and sent a seed of despair to its core. The keepers of the forest heard that cry and shared its sadness and its call of doom.

"What is it, Teleria?" Asked one of the young acolytes.

"The darkness." Said the wood elf priestess, her mane of long greenish hairs shining under the moonlight, a crown of stag antlers framing her slanted green eyes. "A dark **** has entered our sacred forest, her purpose malevolent, her intentions ill, the forest has felt it, the forest calls for our intervention."

A second acolyte lifted his head. His mouth still covered in her mistress pussy juices. "Are you going to see your mother?"

"I will, and I must do so immediately." The two young elves looked down in disappointment, they had their cocks already unsheathed, and the priestess had promised then her rear this very night. The two boys had also a pair of antlers coming from their heads, a sign of the true elven kin but they were little tiny horns still, unlike her majestic horned crown. "Your passion flatters me, young ones, but my duty comes first. You may use your own asses tonight, my own bed would welcome your passion, even if I am not present."

With those words, high priestess Teleria got up from her luscious bed and went to see their tribe's oracle and leader.