Arvo Kane, sellsword and sort-of virgin

Arvo Kane pushed through the thick door of “the Suckling Sow” flush with unspent money, unsated appetites, and unbusted nuts. Fresh from completing his first true mercenary gig since leaving the farm, he felt invincible. Of course, he wasn’t. He could barely grow a beard, and the one engagement he’d fought in (a brief scuffle with some half-starved kobold raiders) had left him sore for days from the unaccustomed strain of actually swinging the short sword on his belt.

He had asked one of the grizzled veterans of his group where a good place was to celebrate. The man had seemed a little too amused when he recommended “The Suckling sow” but hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

The sights that greeted his inexperienced eyes after he got past the terrifyingly muscled elf woman out front stopped him cold, at least until a massive orc woman shoved him brusquely out of the doorway.

The tavern was bustling, packed to the gills with people of every race and trade imaginable. There was a raucous din that filled the room, the sound of drinking, eating, laughing, fighting, gambling and, yes, fucking.

Having grown up on a farm, the birds and the bees had been a part of everyday life for Arvo. Everything fucked, and it was dirty, sloppy, sticky, and, when actual people were involved, HOT. Arvo had been fascinated from a young age by all of it, and had rapidly developed a reputation around the small community of Clapsburrow as something of a pervert. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded, he kept it in his pants and his hands to himself. It’s just that sometimes, he had trouble looking away. Like when the miller’s wife’s shirt had been caught in the gears and torn off on Threshing day. The truth was, every man there had been dying to see those gorgeous, obsidian black breasts ever since the miller had brought her home from Elmdarrow. And they all looked.

But Arvo looked too long, and was too visibly enjoying it. Again, not really his fault, his grandmother was a centaur, and his great grandfather was a Minotaur, so he came by it honestly, but when Arvo got excited, it was impossible to hide. I mean, he wore simple farming clothes! not exactly a ton of space in those to conceal 12 inches of wrist-thick horsecock.

But the same reputation that kept the honest folk leery of Arvo ensured that a few adventurous, curious folk sought him out. Not that any of them could fit him, although several tried. But he had greatly enjoyed the… digital and oral presentations many of them had given.

But even so, the sights that met his eyes within the Suckling Sow were another level entirely. A towering, thickly muscled Minotaur woman behind the bar with absolutely massive breasts kept fishing them out of her jerkin to fill mugs with her thick, steaming milk.

A crowd of kobolds in the corner were tossing coins at a gyrating wood nymph who was performing a fascinating act with a polished mahogany club that was carved with knobs and ridges and… and that apparently was magic, because she had just made

It DISAPPEAR. The pile of coins from the kobolds threatened to bury her, as did the sudden deluge of jizm as six lizard men bukkaked the diminutive slut.

The serving staff were all devastating. Male, female, and everything in between, they all wore shockingly brief garments that accentuated whatever their best assets were. They seemed not only unfazed, but pleased whenever the patrons’ lecherous hands cupped the odd boob, slapped the odd ass, or wrapped around a stiff cock for a quick jerk.

Suddenly, Arvo felt like he had too much in his coin purse, and also too much in his “coin purse.” He steeled his resolve, brushed his unkempt hair from his face, and strode up to the bar to fuck. That. Minotaur.

Ten minutes later he was at a corner table, with a steaming mug of sweet Minotaur milk, a painful hardon, two fewer coins, and a bruised ego.

He had struck out with:

The bartender.

A pair of elvish male and female twin servers who had giggled and said that they were flattered, but they preferred to fuck each other.

The large orc woman who had entered behind him, who had sized him up and merely said “you would die.” He believed her.

And now, dejected and hopelessly horny, he was trying to decide if it would be too pitiful if he just jerked off under the table. Certainly he wouldn’t be the only one doing so.

Relenting, he undid the buttons on his trousers and felt the tabletop Buck upward as his meat slammed into it. Slowly, begrudgingly, he dropped his hand down to grasp it. And began to tug, relishing the the feel of his fist against the extremely sensitive flared ridge at the tip, and imagining the sensation of forcing his medial ring into a fiercely tight hole.

His gaze wandered, as he began to get into it, drinking in the bacchanalian sights.

“You shouldn’t be doing that.” Came the sudden voice in his ear, quiet and authoritative. Arvo thrashed, overbalanced, and toppled backwards. He found himself sprayed out on the floor, everyone nearby staring as his turgid shaft bobbed in time with his heartbeat, the tip flaring grotesquely open rhythmically to spirit forth huge dollops of pre.

Standing next to Arvo, looking down abashedly, was a miniature woman. Arvo assumed at first that he must be concussed, until she offered him a delicate, but surprisingly strong had and drew him up off the floor.

“Sorrrrryyy!!!” She said. She spoke like a party girl from one of the universities, but her her voice was the one Arvo had heard in his ear. blushing red with embarrassment, He furiously attempted to wrangle his uncooperative cock back into his pants, until she placed a gentle hand on his arm.

“Don’t do that, silly! I didn’t mean you shouldn’t have it OUT. I meant, you know, that if anyone is going to be tugging on that gorgeous prick, it ought to be someone more like, qualified!”

Arvo had to take a beat to process her words, the ditzy delivery and air headed tone delaying the process somewhat. Finally, he answered with a classic, time honored

“Bwuh?…”

She giggled, which did fascinating things to her generously proportioned body. Arvo couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. He saw now that she was a dwarf. Most of the dwarves Arvo had known had been the traveling smiths that serviced the agricultural equipment in his hometown. Those dwarves, male and female alike, were little slabs of solid muscle, with no elegance or allure (to a human.)

This girl… she was different. Her fiery red hair cascaded out of an elaborate updo, with enough length left to drape over most of her body. And what a body she had. It was the body of a goddess, compacted to travel size. Her face, while a bit broad, was perfect, with sensuous lips, a dusting of freckles, and a cute look of mischief that made Arvo’s cock wobble. Her arms were corded with lean muscle, but slender and elegant. She wore a tight, sheer bralette that struggled to contain a pair of the most beautiful breasts Arvo had ever seen, and a tiny, airy skirt that was slashed to the belt line in several places. Whenever she moved, the panels would sway and reveal that she wore nothing beneath.

Arvo realized he had been staring when his cock throbbed and a large spurt of pre come blasted onto her muscled midsection, and she flinched.

“OHGODSIMSOSORRYICANTBELIEVEIDIDTHATITSJUSTHATYOUREBREATHTAKINGANDICANTHELPITDAMNTHINGHASAMINDOFITSOWNSOMETIMESAND-“

He cut off his verbal scrambling when one delicate hand descended, scooped a handful of the translucent slime up, and then wrapped around his cock like a velvety vice. Using his pre as lube, she ran her hand experimentally up and down the shaft a few times, making Arvo’s eyes cross, especially when she paused to run her thumb back and forth across the sensitive flare.

“Did you call me “breathtaking?” She asked, pausing her ministrations to press the pad of her thumb into his frenulum. Arlo felt his toes curl inside his boots.

“Y-y-yes…?” He stammered.

Her devastating emerald eyes met his for a long second.

“I’m Audrey.” She said.

“Arvo.” He answered, unable to tear his eyes from where her black painted fingertips were idly massaging his tip.

“Well Arvo, the thing is, I still don’t think you’re fully qualified to stroke this dick. And I feel a bit bad about almost scaring you to ****. So how about-“ here she hopped backward to end up sitting on the table edge, using his horsecock as a leash to pull him with her, “- how about instead of you fumbling around stroking this damned thing, you shove into my ribcage until I black out.”

That… that did it. Between his simmering frustration, his blue balls, his dashed hopes, his animalistic heritage… Arvo nearly blacked out. One hand came up and grabbed her abdomen, his strong grip finding taught muscle, and another wrapped around her throat, although he maintained the decency to not grip tightly until she nodded furiously, and attempted to squeeze his hand shut with her own.

With a low grunt and her other hand guiding him, he pressed the flared tip of his cock against what he saw now was a heavily tattooed and hair cunt. There was a moment of delicious resistance as his shaft bowed perilously, before her lips gave way and, like a bow firing, his shaft straightened and plunged into her. She let out a choked “yeeeeeeessssss!!!!” And jerked her hips towards him as he sunk inch after inch into her. He paused when his medial ring had just begun to stretch her open. She tried desperately to hump her hips towards him, but he held her fast. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her bralette, got center of it between his teeth, and JERKED his head backwards as he slammed his hips forwards.

Several sounds, over top of each other:

Tearing fabric.

A roar from Arvo.

A deafening “SPLORCH” followed by the clap of his thighs hitting her pillowy ass, and his pendulous scrotum slapping into her puckered pink asshole.

And a high pitched “YEEEEE-HEH-HESSSS!!!” As Audrey spasmed, her cunt clamping down in orgasm as his flare punched through a second opening into her cervix, driving the whole package up her abdomen. Arvo had the surreal experience of feeling his cock, wrapped up in her cervix like a condom, slide OVER the top of her sternum. He could see a shockingly detailed outline of his cockhead between her mountainous breasts. And then he saw it, saw a fresh bulge traveling down the length of it, distending the skin even further as his balls drew up and a pint of cum surged down his cock.

This time, she was the one who said “Bwuh?…” as he erupted inside of her. The bulging wads of sperm rushing down his cock stimulating her nerves just like a fucking, but it was all one-directional, just a constant inward push. She dug her nails into his arm and began to quiver as each subsequent pulse of cum down his shaft drove her to a new orgasm.

Even as he came, Arvo began to fuck, drawing a few inches back and slamming his hips forward, driving her, and the table beneath her, slowly and loudly across the room. It was the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. A panoply of sensation. The muscles of her cunt and abs spasming, squeezing painfully tight then releasing. He felt his flare bump deliciously over the humps of her first few ribs at the apex of each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure down to his toes. He finally released her neck, and filled his hand with one of her breasts, running his rough farmhand’s thumb across her rigid nipple as he dug his fingers into her delightful flesh.

Her hands left his arm and dropped down to clutch at the outline of his cock through her skin, running over it as she craned her neck and gazed down in wonder watching it disappear, then breach like a shark as it popped back over her sternum. The outline was slowly losing definition as his cum filled her, bloating out around his cock, distending her tiny little stomach deliciously.

Finally, he was spent. He slumped over her onto the table, pressing his face to hers, feeling her lips part with a moan as she plunged her tongue into his mouth, entangling with his.

Then stayed like that for a long moment, until Arvo felt the world around him come back into focus, and remembered where he was. He pushed himself off the table, and looked at the sloshing little fuckdoll beneath him. She stretched languorously and gazed up at him.

“Have you ever made a bet and just REALLY won? Because I just did. You just made me 20 coin, big boy. I told those girls you had the beast in you, and you sure do. But even beyond that, gods damn… that was a fuck and a half.”

Arvo smiled, feeling his confidence swell as another part shrunk.

“Well Audrey, uh… thank you. That was… incredible. Can I uhm… buy you a drink?” He slowly began to draw back, shivering at the overwhelming sensation of his flaccid length slipping out of her.

But she grabbed his neck, wrapped her legs around him and hissed “wait!”

He froze.

A slow smile spread across her adorable face, that hint of mischief now offset by the dreamy afterglow of having her guts rearranged.

“Do you like magic?” She asked.

“Uhm… I’m more of a sword and shield kind of guy, but I guess spells are cool…” he answered, his bafflement clear.

“No no no, I mean like “pull a rabbit out of a hat” magic. Do you like it?”

“I guess so. So an illusionist at a town fair one time. It was pretty uh… neat? I guess?”

The whole thing was surreal, he still had 8 inches and a gallon of cum up inside of this little slut, and she was asking about sleight of hand?

“Weellllll…” she said, squirming her hips against him once again, forcing his limp length back into her, “I think I’d like to show you a trick. I want you to pay veerrryyy close attention.”

And then, she reached over to the still steaming mug of Minotaur milk, thick and frothy and much less… liquid than regular milk, and plunged her hand up to the elbow in it. She locked eyes with him.

“Are you watching closely?”

“Yes” he whispered, both baffled and completely entranced. She slowly, sensuously drew her arm out, slick and slimy. With a cute little whimper of pleasure, she rolled slightly to one side, and arched her back.

He watched as, as if in slow motion, her delicate little hand snakes down, her fingers dancing enticingly along his clock, before passing on by. She formed a cone with her fingers, and slowly, so agonizingly, impossibly slowly, drove it into her asshole. Arvo’s eyes widened, as did her anus. He would have sworn it was impossible, but it spread, and stretched, and gaped open inexorably before her fist. He heard her moaning a bit, whispering “fuck, I’m such a Fucking slut! Fuck fuck fuck i wish daddy could see me now!”

And then, her hand disappeared, as did her wrist and shocking amount of her arm. She was a regular contortionist, this little bitch.

Finally, she stopped pushing it in. And paused.

“Heh… hahah… are you ready, Arvo? Are you ready for “the prestige”?”

He gulped, thoroughly and completely over his head, but enthralled, and nodded.

And then…

He felt…

Gods above, he felt her hand. It shouldn’t have been possible, but somehow, through the thin, malleable membrane between her asshole and pussy, he felt her wrap her hands around his flaccid cock. And with a grunt, and a pleased little moan at the look on his face, she began to drive her arm in and out of her asshole, sliding her hand along his shaft.

He thought he would die. It was everything. Tightness. Slickness. Novelty. The sloshing feeling of his own trapped cum around his prick. Tiny, strong fingers squeezing him like a fruit, in search of juice.

And then, she began to undulate, flexing and relaxing her abdominal muscles like a belly dancer, sending rhythmic waves across her abdomen, and down his cock.

Stars burst behind his eyes. He felt a ragged, shocked scream tear it’s way out of his throat. His body locked, thighs clenching, stomach cramping.

She gasped and giggled as the surge of blood to his cock slammed up the shaft like a shockwave. His prick shot forward, extending like magic. It surged, bursting over her ribcage and lodging between her breasts, and the moment it reached full length, she snaked her other hand down, grabbed a dollop of his cum and milk and her own cum from her taint, and popped a single, strong finger up his virgin asshole, mashing it against his prostate with unerring accuracy.

He came so hard he thought he was turning inside out. It never stopped. Waves upon waves, an ocean of cum, muscles throbbing as they drove wads of it deep into her. She kept swelling, like a water balloon, taut and turning into a turgid spheroid. Audrey’s laughing had turned into grunting and delirious moaning as she rammed her fist up and down his shaft, and in and out of her own squelching asshole.

And finally, it was done. Arvo collapsed, knees buckling. A faint “noooo” came from the inflated dwarf as his limp noodle of prick popped out of her pussy. A deluge of cum burst forth, drenching Arvo and the next dozen closest patrons.

A cheer went up, and a deafening round of applause, as Arvo stared dazedly at the oaken rafters overhead. Shockingly, there was a thin glaze of his cum all the way up there. A fat droplet of it broke free and plunged down towards Arvo’s face. He couldn’t avoid it. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t feel his legs.

An inch above his face. A lightly furred hand intervened. In glacial slow motion, Arvo followed the arm up to the Minotaur bartender. The massive woman’s muscles rippled as she brought her the fat blob of cum up, and slurped it down. Then she smiled, extended a hand to help him up, and said “Welcome to the Suckling Sow Lad. Next drink’s on the house.”