Frieren's Magic Gift For Stark

It all started with that frown.

That damned frown.

No matter what they did together, no matter how long they spent as friends, Stark always managed to make Fern frown. Sometimes for days at a time she could be mad at him. And this time… was a doozy.

The group were staying at a town for a few months now. A cold winter had barred them entry from travelling more north, so the plan was to wait it out in a small village. There was an empty cabin, tasks to help out with, and in just under a month they’d be free to travel again. All there was to do now was to live together.

A horrifying prospect.

It had been a week. Stark had forgotten what initially sparked Fern’s rage, and if she was honest, she probably forgot too. It was always some little thing, like he could have laughed a little when she fell over by accident, but she always remained stubborn in her rage. Which left their elder associate in a bit of an awkward position.

Frieren never really liked the in-fighting. Himmel the Hero was so much better at quelling disputes, it made her long for the days he still roamed with her. If only to get out of infantile problems like this one.

Right now, she was stuck in the cabin with Stark. Fern had gone off in a mood after braiding her hair in an angry way. The red-headed warrior was whining about trying to figure out how he angered her, and it was making the reading that Frieren was trying to do quite difficult.

But she did have a thought that there was a way to brighten his spirits.

“...it’s a what?”

The strange wiggly thing in her arms seemed to twitch when he wasn’t looking at it. It was shaped like a cucumber, same colour as a mouldy one too, but bigger and bent at the middle. Ridges along the surface and a big hole through one end made it look like an awfully ill and oversized worm.

“This is a rare magic item. I was going to save it for your birthday, but as Fern’s disappointment in you has brought you to the brink of **** through despair, I thought now would be best.”

“I’m not going to die! Don’t say that!” He whined, “What does it even do?”

“It’s supposed to make any man’s dream come true.”

That made him blink, “...really? How does it work?”

“Hmhm~” She smirked confidently, having to wrangle it in her arms to show off the gaping hole, “Your penis goes in-”

“NO! NO WAY!”

As usual, human reactions only baffled and confused the aged elf. Was this not what all men craved? A way to make themselves the perfect breeding stock that they spent so much of their lives pursuing?

“I see…tell me Stark, is it the wrong colour? Would you have preferred a blue one?”

Stark was practically pulling at his hair, “Of course that’s not the reason! I’m not going to be sticking my thing into some random thing you give me! My thing is precious, that thing looks rancid!”

She just tilted her head with a small exhale, “Himmel had similar qualms when I bought him one of these. Though the corrupt priest was willing, Himmel executed it before anyone could try it.”

“A man has to protect his little guy. That’s just common sense!” He declared while pomfing out his chest. An action that just made the white haired girl shrug.

“Fern will certainly execute this when she arrives home tonight.” She said while calmly grabbing and doing up her coat, “As its fate is already assured, I suppose there’s no harm in leaving it here unguarded then.” With a voice that was neither telling nor leading, Frieren had decided that she’d at least give him privacy to decide on the object. Without a single other word, she left the blushing redhead alone with his decision.

Its pulsing aura mocked Stark.

The words of Frieren echoed in his mind.

Could it really make all his dreams come true?

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“I’m home~”

“A-AH! Ms. Frieren! W-welcome back!” Stark practically yelled at her, “I’m just making some tea! Want tea?! I know you enjoy tea!”

She tilted her head. It was not her birthday, nor to her recollection had Stark done anything to upset her. Perhaps rejecting the present was rude, or was this penance for calling her old twice? Neither, it seemed. Her gaze landed on the shrivelled husk of her present, with sticks around it to prop it up in a way to make it look like it was still alive. With an embarrassment covering Stark’s brow as he realised her realisement.

“Ah, you used it. How nice.” To his surprise, her smile was genuine. Too many of her perverted gifts had been binned, it was nice that Stark got to have a little fun for his birthday. “May I see the changes?”

“WhatIdon’tknowwhatyoumeanIdidn’tuseitthere’snochangeNOyoucan’tlookatitwhatareyouI’llbearoejtas”

His words scattered on deaf ears as she looked down at his crotch.

Not much could have stopped Frieren from taking a casual look at the newly magic infused crotch of her younger companion, though maybe if she knew what was going to happen next she could have been convinced otherwise. It would have to have been before she looked though, because after she glanced casually through his clothing to the human’s meat underneath Frieren was forever changed.

“Oh!” She calmly exclaimed, staring deeper and deeper at his pants, “My my, how strange.”

Stark tilted his head, “What’s the problem, Ms. Frieren?”

“It seems your penis is perfect.” She said with a smile.

“...uhh, what?”

While utterly confused, Stark could only watch as his older companion lowered herself down to her knees. Edging ever closer to his crotch while he bumped into the wall behind himself.

“So this is what arousal feels like?” She asked.

He followed her gaze and quickly slammed his hands over his groyne a little too quickly, “W-wait! Are you looking at my dick with that one spell?!”

Frieren nodded, trying to look around his hands to see, “Yes indeed. A most fortuitous grimoire, I may have missed the sight of your perfect penis otherwise.”

“Y-you keep saying that… w-why are you calling it perfect?”

“I can’t fully admit as to why, but it probably has something to do with the magic item I got you.” She admitted, “There have long since been rumours of items that could stoke the fires of an elf’s libido. To think I accidentally made your penis one is a humorous twist of fate… I am aroused, aren’t I, Stark?””

He stumbled and babbled with hands on hardening crotch as her slight blush looked up at him. Had she always been this cute? “I, uh, I… uh…”

“My heartrate has accelerated, my reproductive organs are feeling very warm yet lonely at the same time, and I have an overwhelming urge to slather your penis in my saliva. I’ve only ever read about it in pornography grimoires, is this all normal for arousal?”

He was shaking in arousal himself, only managing to get out a single squeak, “...y-yep!”

“I can see the appeal.”

The two let the pregnant pause hang in the air while neither fully knew what to do next. Staring at each other, then the clearly visible lump that was fighting for freedom in Stark’s pants.

Shuffling around on the floor, still kneeling in front of him, Frieren broke the silence first, “Tell me, Stark. Are you exclusively being courted by Fern? Or are you open to other women trying to seduce you?”

“Uuhhh!! Blluuuhhh!!! Th-this is… what is happening?!”

“I simply wish to know if you’d be open to me seducing you… though, I fear even if you say no that my desires may be growing too rapidly to accept that answer…” Seeing her breathing look so ragged, steam escaping her mouth to mix with the cold wintery air, and those long elf ears of hers becoming red and twitching. It was a lot for Stark’s lonesome newly grown cock to handle. “We could frame it as something else, if you’d prefer? Perhaps I need to use my sexual organs to heal your penis? Or I was simply guiding you into human ‘adulthood’ as it were?”

He shook his head rapidly, trying to make the dirty thoughts leave so rational brain could have some space to think, “This… this is crazy, isn’t it? Y-you always say that you don’t get feelings like this! I don’t want to take, like, advantage of you…”

“An elf’s mind is not so easily manipulated, young man,” Her stern words chided him to really show her age. Yet the way she leaned forwards to lightly brush her delicate fingers across his aching crotch to make him wince while looking up at him showed inexperience in her gaze, “Come on now, for a warrior to look so pained. Can’t you let me help you?”

Frieren’s lips were parted, her cute face was so close to his crotch that Stark just couldn’t resist.

She peeled his clothes down. Both of their hearts thumping in their chests as his cock sprung into view in front of the elf.

The size and shape of his meat had changed immensely since Stark had shoved it into the magic worm thing. Over double the girth, length growing to the eight inches mark before he got hard and now was bouncing seductively at around ten and a half inches long. Veins protruded from his skin, pumping precum from his newly grapefruit sized nutsack up to his new thick purplish cockhead and out his wide piss slit.

“Haaa….” A sound he’d never heard her make before escaped Frieren’s lips, “S-so much better without using the spell. You’re so biig…”

Frieren’s mouth couldn’t help but catch the running globule that had dripped down from Stark’s meat. His precum coating her tongue from only the first drip. The manly sour taste flooded her mouth, making the elf shudder in pure wanton lust, a sensation she’d never felt before.

“Stark… i-is there any p-precedent for sucking a perfect human’s penis?” Her husky voice groaned out each plosive while hissing in between, “I s-so hope there iss…”

Her mouth physically could not keep away from the meat any longer. The elf breeding cock just needed to be licked, kissed, and sucked. That was just the truth for Frieren now, not that Stark was going to argue with it anyway. He just gripped the wall behind him as the elf girl began circling her plush lips around the end of his shaft. It was clearly a struggle for her to get the large pipe in her mouth, but she was slowly getting the hang of at least the cockhead as it passed her lips for more tongue action to enthrall.

Frieren gulped down as much taste and sauce as she could every second. Her hands had found her twat and dignified digits dove deep into her gushing slit without shame. She had no idea why she was sucking this cock, but felt so hot and bothered by the thick meat Stark had created for her. Trapping his wriggling cock like it was an elf and her mouth was a mimic.

Each head bob got a little further onto Stark’s cock. Frieren’s tongue was in awe by the sheer size and density of the cock, feeling like she was sucking a boiling sour diamond as her tongue traced along his veins. The minutes rolled on and Stark felt no closer to cumming, but the buzz of his crotch’s pleasure let him really lean back and enjoy the elf’s virgin mouth. Miss Frieren was so wise and kind, to have her switch gears to cocksucker so hard was a bit of a massive turn on.

The fact that the century old elf experienced her first orgasm while giving a blowjob really showed how wound up she truly was.

“NNNNMMMMMAH!” She exclaimed while her climax thundered over her body and **** her to pop off the dick. Frieren’s body shook vigorously while she knelt. A gush of high stream liquid shooting out from her black panties and across the inn’s wooden floors.

Stark was freaking out a little, but also wanted to continue getting his dick sucked. Such was the life of a man with a throbbin’ attackin’ his noggin’. “M-miss Frieren?”

Her voice struggled to find a vocal chord that hadn’t been screamed to oblivion. Eventually **** enough words into her mouth to smile at him, “E-excellent work, Stark. If you’re willing, I must emplore you to ram this magnificent beast into my vagina now.”

Standing up on shaky legs, Frieren didn’t even wait for a response before walking towards the rented bedroom. Leaving Stark to babble incoherently for a few moments, “I-you-but-I… s-seriously?!”

“This is no joke, Stark. Come. Become a man while you make me a woman.”

No room for debate, no ulterior motives, just an order to a warrior that he was **** to follow.

Quickly, and for some reason quietly, Stark rushed into the bedroom behind Frieren.

She smiled as he entered, already having gotten all but the nylon stockings and panties to lie across the floor.“I have applied all the breeding magic I own on my body,” said Frieren, stripping off her clothes while a river of juice ran down her leg, “My cervix is open and lowered, my womb is t-twitching with fertility, and my inner walls can now stretch ad-infinitum around your penis. There is also a lubrication and sensitivity spell active as well.”

The elf’s body was surprisingly more curvy than Stark had initially thought. He’d somewhat desexed Frieren in his mind due to her lack of libido and age, but now she was standing in front of him with a cheeky yet **** look in her eye. Breasts that were far from big, but still enough to cup with two areola that poked adamantly towards him. Creamy white skin with no blemishes, from the tip of her platinum hair down the hourglass stomach and ending at the cute toes that had walked more than he could ever dream. Then there was that fat as fuck ass that she hid well in her robes, completely defying physics from how round and juicy it looked on her smaller form.

Frieren knew that as much as this cock had become a perfect vessel to inseminate her, she also had the wielder under her thrall as well. She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide and showcasing her sopping cunt for him.

Stark’s heart was forever captured as soon as she blew him a kiss using the moistness from her pussy.

“Breed me, Stark. Chu~”

A shudder ran up his spine, making the man quickly strip off his own clothes to approach the elf on the bed. His cock still aching for release, but now it was aiming right at the elf’s pinkness with no sign of stop-

“F-FERN?!”

The purple haired woman had opened the door to the bedroom to a scene she never wanted to see.

It was a horror. The man she loved and the woman that helped raise her. Disappointment, betrayal, heartbreak, and pure demon level rage filled her heart at once… yet proceeded to fade away just as quickly.

“I…” Fern started, staring deep into the cock that was about to fuck her teacher. Staring really deep. The anger that had clouded her frown seemed to melt away the longer that Fern stared at Stark’s schlong, until all she said was three words: “...I want next.”

…

“HUH?!”

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“Hurry up, Stark… it isn’t fair that Miss Frieren got to suck you off and fuck you, I really want my turn soon!”

Fern was begging as loud as she could, but considering where her mouth was it wasn’t a surprise that Stark couldn’t hear her.

The two magic women were currently in a sixty nine position on the bed, Fern on her back and Frieren on top of her, with their gigantic cocked companion ramming elf pussy from behind. The maddening thrills had gotten to all three of them, as the heat and speed of the perfect cock slammed over and over again into Frieren. Fern could only reach her mouth up and lick the place where the two were bonded, feeling the thrills of overstuffed testicles slamming into her forehead the more she kept her face there. Frieren herself was trying to lick at Fern’s pussy, but to an outsider it looked more like she was just lolling her tongue limply out her mouth while her whole body experienced wave after wave of pleasure.

Stark was too far gone to reason with anymore. The same determined spirit that could fell a dragon in a single blow had overtaken his heart as he rammed deep into Frieren. His arms were wrapped around her waist, really making full use of the stretching and lubrication spells she’d placed on herself. Sensitivity had skyrocketed for the mage, and now each thrust that bullied her poor womb made the elf’s nervous system explode like it never had before.

Why had Himmel killed the magic item back then? Why couldn’t he have made his cock as perfect as Stark’s now was? Or at least let the corrupt priest use it… so many years of not knowing the pleasures of mating. She’d feel resentment if anything but pleasure wasn’t being fucked out of her right now.

Frieren’s first creampie came suddenly and without warning. Only one final titanic thrust by the perfect cock into her pussy that felt larger than ever as the thickest, most fertile cum in the entire kingdom just erupted from Stark’s engorged tip.

The floodgates opened for both of them as his boiling babymaking batter blasted out into Frieren’s sacred garden. Her eyes instantly rolled back as her own climax hit hard, stretching muscles long dormant as her body tensed and quivered in the ultimate ecstasy.

Fern got a full blast of the sour semen right on her face. Thick globules that stuck to her face, smothered her eyes, and basted her tongue. The overwhelming offence to all her senses made her own pussy explode onto her teacher’s face too. Perhaps the most pleasurable experience of her life, and all she did was swallow the semen of the perfect cock.

The three panted and gasped together. A heap of meat and jizz, unable to do much else but barely breathe as a unit.

Never one to disappoint or neglect his duties, Stark was the first to move from the pile. Shuffling himself around, all the way to where his still erect cock was pulling him towards. Another untapped slit, oozing with need, and twitching hard as he approached.

Frieren was quick to give him a few quick cleanup licks. Shuddering as her cunt leaked more of his jism out her lower lips, just from ingesting some up top. Her face barely made it off of the sticky creamy thigh it was attached to, and quickly returned there as Stark began lining himself up. Subtly, the elf mage also applied the same extra sensory spells to her disciple’s body.

“Yesss…” Fern hissed as she felt his tip rub along her pussy. Their equally leaking juices mixing together in the night air that hugged them like a blanket. “Mr. Stark… I need it…”

With all the extra magic floating through her, Fern’s climax hit like her spellcasting, hard and fast. Having a perfect cock like Stark’s slam into you, pushing against your boiling untouched cervix and stretching it far back after it had descended for him, it was almost cruel to expect her to hold back. Her thick thighs instantly clamped around Stark’s back, encouraging harder thrusts.

His powerful hips slapped against her pudgy mons. Deeper and deeper her pussy stretched to accommodate his long cock, and each inch he dove earned another spasming climax from the beautiful Fern.

Somewhere she felt she should have been mad about this (didn’t Stark have a smaller thingie?), but after witnessing his godlike bulge for only a few seconds the anger had left her. Of course Stark was to breed Mistress Frieren, she was only so lucky that she got the next turn!

Frieren herself had recovered and wedged herself between the two lovers. Her tongue swirling around Stark’s mouth as he leaned over, their hands intertwining while simultaneously massaging Fern’s massive breasts, and though she somewhat wanted to keep more inside, Frieren’s cunt was feeding Fern’s lapping tongue globule after globule of Stark’s amazing semen.

They all knew that this was only the beginning of their trysts. The pleasure was too high for them all to not want to spend each waking moment in each other’s arms. Frieren had made that clear when she didn’t even try to dispel the clear sexual magic surrounding Stark’s cock. Sometimes a little bit of thrilling dark path can lead to such a bevy of treasures, like a chest that is definitely not a mimic.

Fern’s cunt was gripping Stark more and more as he neared his own second release. So many climaxes hitting her mind would have crippled a lesser mage, but Fern was stronger than the maddening thrills. She would be wide awake to feel Stark’s semen fill her womb and coat her eggs, that she was sure of.

The bed was broken, the sheets were sour, and the surrounding inn patrons were surely to complain tomorrow. But the three did not care in the slightest for the outside world. Stark roared in ecstasy as his cock erupted hard into Fern’s pussy, with the purple haired girl’s biggest climax forcing her to scream in unison. Only muffled by her teacher’s cunt still sitting on her mouth.

So much cum surged from thick nuts, flooding the younger woman’s walls with eager fertile swimmers, yet still his balls felt as heavy as ever. Still, his climax felt so good he didn’t really care. The shudders of pleasure as Fern’s wet clenching walls continued to milk him only seemed to encourage his new penis.

Fern and Frieren gasped for air in the boiling room, a well earned moment of respite for the two after such thorough fucking from their new cock master. Stark still wasn’t truly resting. He shifted the elf from Fern’s shelf and lightly sat on her belly. Gripping her mammaries to titfuck her in his own throbbing downtime. Fern didn’t mind, licking at his tip as she and Frieren shared in the cleanup duty this time.

“Stark… th-thank you…” Fern moaned, appreciating the warm smile she knew she had always loved about him. Her heart beating ever faster as her lips suckled the sperm out of his thick urethra.

Slowly, Stark began speeding up towards the next round. Ever the stalwart warrior, he would only stop when told to or when he was dead. Neither woman wanted to make him stop though, eagerly happy to have him fuck them all night and day if that’s what he desired. A man with a perfect cock could do anything he wanted with them, after all.

“To think, it only takes nine short months to grow a child,” said Frieren, smiling at her belly, “It will take no time at all for my eggs to be free for more breeding~”