I break free.

After a bit of coaxing my right and slides out of the vines as I quickly start to pull the vines on my left wrist and manage to break free. With a stir my small captor looks cock drunkenly up at me droll still connecting her to my shirt as she slurs out "Brute.....more?"

Almost comically I grab the fairy by her tiny waist earing me a "Good brute, fuck mistress." However unlike she was wanting I toss her towards the edge of clearing sparing only a moments thought that I hope she isn't hurt badly. Desperately I rip at vines around my ankles managing to fully pull the ones on my left out of the ground while move the right just enough to slide my foot out. The sound of my hopefully would be captor stirring in the brush causes me to rise to my feet faster than I thought I could as I bolt from the clearing. My **** escape would be far smoother if I had been wearing shoes as I run through the woods the only form of clothing being my fairy drool stained shirt.

Eventually my breathing starts to grow ragged and I don't know if I can run any farther as I take shelter behind a tree using it to lean against as I pant. My hand wanders to my stick rock hard cock to find a bluish metal ring firmly attached to the base of my cock and despite trying to think of things to end my erection it remains rock hard. Just as I start to catch my breath I hear a whispered word in elvish.

My hips automatically buck as the intense need to cum overwhelms me as I shoot out 3 of the largest loads I've had managing to paint the opposite tree with my first load. My legs give out as I collapse onto the forest floor my hips continuing to buck as I spray ever thinner and thinner loads to the point I expect to feel dust soon as my balls cramp and the wind is knocked out of me.

I look up gasping to find two pairs of green leather high heel boots that stretch up to their hairless fair skinned thighs. The only clothing adorning their pelvis is a greenish white silk loin cloth that stretched down to their knees and does almost nothing to cover their hips. Usurpingly their toned tummies are left uncovered while surprisingly they both are well endowed in the chest that is being valiantly restrained by a green leather breastplate. Their faces are both jaw droppingly gorgeous and could pass for sisters and one having smooth silky blonde hair and the other having curly brunette hair.

"Speak human. Why have you dared trespassed in our forest." The blonde elf commands in a disgusted tone as my hips start to stop thrusting and it feels like my orgasm has started to come to an end.

"Please. I'm looking....for Aunt Veena.....Um....Veena Goldenleaf...she's.....a priestess in a city in these woods. She.....my mom, her friend, needs help." I beg with a mixture of exhaustion and desperation before they break out into an argument in elvish.

"He's lying how would a human know a High Priestess." the brunette elf says.

"Yeah....but she WAS the adventurous type....and does this human look like her companion." the blonde elf responds

"What no he doesn't look anything like that brutish white haired-" the brunette responds with a mix of ridicule before being cut off.

"No the auburn one. The spellcaster.. The one the commander had a -" the blonde starts before being cut off.

"Ah....yeah maybe that one." the brunette buts in.

"Um....my mom has auburn hair." I respond in hopefully decent enough elvish. Sparking off a series of rapid elvish that all I can make out is "Wait you speak Elvish....", "Maybe he is telling the truth.".

Fairy Cock Ring: Curse- Unable to be removed by wearer.