John swears he is not into cuckolding.

John grimaced at the ugly wounds of the young elf. "Look, if you silly Lord of the Rings extras would just stop it," he grumbled, slowly walking over to reach down to take the dangerous remnant of the elf's shattered blade, "I could be on my way." He had barely gotten within a foot of where the collapsed warrior landed before he was blocked off by the thin, veiled back of the sage, who leapt before her escort with a **** cry. Frustrated, John grabbed her shoulders, spinning her in place... and shaking those gravity-defying melons too close for his hands to not find themselves sinking into them. John stared as he groped her, shocked even at his own haste in grabbing her impressive chest. "Oh... man..." He possessed the reasoning to know he should've let her go and continued on his way... but at 76 libido, he merely lacked the ability.

Tita's eyes were wide with fright... and, thanks to the bracers and her immediate surrender to so powerful a foe, her body trembled with an alien, unwelcome pleasure. She knew what the beast wanted. Humans were not too well-studied, but their appetites were cautionary tales... and the only thing they'd want more than to kill her beloved was to ravage her body.

That, she determined, would be the only way they could defeat him.

"[I...]" She looked back to Thumalk, still severely wounded, still unable to stand, and didn't dare risk healing him while the enemy was so close, so ready to slay with an unarmed touch that could shatter steel. He needed to be distracted first... and if she could exhaust him, as moon elves were so adept at doing, the barrier could wane, and Thumalk and she could escape. She would simply need to sate the beast, horrible as such an act felt. Weeping, she did her best to stand defiant before her lusting foe, even as he groped her thoroughly. "[Fine... you... if you can understand my meaning, even without my words, then please... have me, if you would only spare him.]"

"[No, Tita-]"

"[Please, my love... do not look.]" The vile human finally ceased his ****, and stared at her hungrily.

Damn it John, control yourself! Fuck, she looks pretty pissed... but how the Hell am I supposed to apologize? Wait, aren't these Abyss monsters or whatever? Should I even feel bad for-

"[So be it, you monster... you will have my maidenhead, if only to spare my dear lover's life.]"

John's brief foray down that dark, ugly road in his mind was broken by what sounded, at least somewhat, like a kind of ultimatum. "I really wish I knew what you were trying to say? But I'm honestly not trying to **** or kill you. You wouldn't even net me experience, and I just need to brand something less..." John's words began to trail as she undid the single strap that kept her entire outfit to her shoulders. The dress, barely a veil, fell to her feet in a single pile, and left her as bare as the trees surrounding them. "... less..." John's eyes took in her hand-drawn body, this idol of wanton lust and male gaze gratification. The veil had nothing to do with the impossibly perky tits he just groped, her body, elongated in dimension compared to a human woman's, still felt voluptuous for its narrow build. "... less..." Not a hair to be found to hide the puffy labia that teased at him between those pressed-together thighs, and most enchanting of all was the expression she managed, one that even John could not decipher to be false: a practiced, half-lidded gaze that could drawn in any male, be they man or elf. "... hot..."

"[I only ask that you are gentle...]" She swallowed her pride and walked as her mother taught her to walk: swaying hips, on the toes to emphasize the buttocks, a curve in the back to lift the chest, and a loosely floating hand to "accidentally" brush against her target's fingers, which twitched and clumsily reached for a seductive finger that had already passed. She leaned against the nearest tree, doing her best to ignore the tears that began to roll down her cheeks in the moonlit dark of the night. She held herself nearly horizontal against the tree, her ass lifting to leave her sex exposed, and her breasts hung to complete this pose, completed at profile for the benefit of none other than her new fiancé and the soon-to-be ****. Looking to the two men staring at her, she saw her future husband with his own tears glistening in the moonlight. "[Thumalk, please, I do not want you to watch your future wife being... being disgraced-!]" she sobbed.

"[You will never be disgraced in my eyes, my love,]" he whispered angrily, ignoring John as the latter neared his ****, nude wife. "[It is I who am disgraced.]" His hand, still shaking, caressed the linen of his crotch. Even in this terrible pain, the sight of his life-long love naked for the first time stirred his full erection.

It was not lost on her. "[Then please... please show me your passion! Let me see it, so it might be the first I see... and so that I may have the small mercy of imagining my first is with you, as I wish it were!]"

"[Oh, Tita...!]" It was a perverse request in a perverse situation, unbecoming of them both... but both were mad with agony and lust, and so he obliged her, pulling out his impressive elven cock: a full four inches, just barely thicker than a human thumb. It was an impressive cock for any moon elf. "[Were it only I soon to be inside you, so that I might give you my young if you would have them.]"

"[I... I have been fertile for weeks, my sweet,]" she happily cried, "[knowing in my heart of hearts of your proposal... I willed it so, and willed it again every morning and every night! I would... no, I will have dozens by you! Let us have the small comfort that human seed cannot take root in me, for they are an incompatible, monstrous lot.]" Thumalk nodded back with a sob. He would heal her with his loving caress the moment they were free, and give her his children. All hesitation of marriage, of its binding and its meaning, melted away with this silent promise.

John scratched his head at the oddly welcoming, yet crying elf, and muttered as he slowly approached... "I just wanted... some mindless add I could throw into my temple without guilt... and then I get a couple, or some wizard with her escort, or whatever the Hell you two are, and then when I just want to make amends you go and... I mean are you crying, or do you want to fuck? When the Hell will I get a skill to know whatever you're saying all the damn..." His grumbling continued, as he had no way to interject to their constant, foreign babbling, and he began to unbuckle his belt.

Tita regarded the stranger as he spoke in that primitive tongue, and then turned to face her lover once more, only now realizing the latter's bared pecker. "[Oh Thumalk, you're... you're so big! I will make love to you every day should we survive, and every day I shall worship your love for me, until I bear our children, until the moon is set alight and the sun is cooled to ice, until I finally forget... until I finally... forget...]"

Tita's words trailed off as the hideously large dick of her **** was revealed, drooping with its nine inches even as it was fully erect. An elven wrist, frail and thin as it was, was just barely a match for the girth of the shaft this man-beast intended to use to deflower her. "Christ, but you're probably even tighter than Alysha... I'll try to be nice, honest... but I kinda... oh fuck it, you don't even know what I'm saying." Sighing with resignation, John moved behind her. Her wide eyes followed his cock as it bobbed with his lope, and then snapped back to her lover, whose dick already began to deflate as if intimidated.

"[T-Thumalk...]"

"[Be strong, my love!]"

"[Thuma-!]" Her words ended in a squeak as the engorged head of John's meat poked at her dry sex, embedding barely the tip in a hole too small for it to find entry. John grimaced; the way she lured him over made him sure she'd try to be into it. Was she just trying to trick him, somehow? He still didn't feel threatened, in any case; John shrugged and slapped a bit of magic on her ass.

Aphrodisiac applied! Target is now 1,400% more receptive to you!

The busty elf squealed and cooed as she trembled, and a burst of moisture covered John's head, though even this could not allow his tool entry. "[He's... by the Moon, he is too big, Thumalk! This feeling...]"

Thumalk, having overcome the pain enough to see this scene unfolding with clear eyes, felt his spirit waver. Her face was difficult to read: she tried to emote pain, but pleasure lulled on her tongue and drooled at the corner of her lips. The two lovers had never dared anything more than some heavy petting in their youth, and she told him he was good at it, but he... he never earned such a lustful expression out of her. The bit of drool grew at the corner of her mouth as she babbled, and he tried to reassure her, or perhaps himself, with a shaky voice. "[I-It's going to be alright, my love... just imagine that it's... me...]"

The girl didn't respond to her partner in the forest, and John could only guess at the consoling tone the latter took in his words. "Right, I'm going to have to trick my way into this one, I think..." With all his quest completions and achievements of late, John's cock had come to rest at a mean 9.45 inches without augmentation. He reduced it down by 35%, bring it to a "humble" six inches and a bit. It shrinking in girth along with length was just what he needed; it barely finished shrinking when he felt that even his gentle press was making progress.

"[Goddess no, he's entering-!]" Tita's body surged as the barbarian slid home through her hymen and down until they were joined at their very roots, his pubes scratching her perfectly hairless twat. The human's eyes widened... and he began to join her in senseless moans.

Her trap was sprung. The beast couldn't have known, and Tita was only hoping it would work on him as well, but the expression on his face could mean nothing else: he had fallen to the power of a female moon elf. It is not by accident that their leaders were all women, and their mages were all female, for every fluid and breath a female moon elf releases is packed with aphrodisiacs and pheromones, such that they served as a medium for a more insidious, magical effect: the power to control men... though until now, she never needed it to control anyone but Thumalk and her other male peers. Of course, this isn't how she thought of it: this was how love worked. Love was control of a man, by which she could train the man to pleasure her, for the orgasm was not merely a burst of pleasure, but the real mechanism by which they ovulated. She would teach Thumalk until he got her to come, in the same way this human just did... twice. The foreigner foolishly drank in her scent, bathed in her juices, and would be poisoned in mind until she could affect their escape. [He is mine... I need only let it settle into his mind...!]

Except, of course, she was wrong: the stupid expression on John's face was merely that of a man as horny as he was entering as gripping a vice as Tita. Moon elves were almost naturally engineered lovers, and her birth canal twisted and squeezed in inhuman ways to elevate him to an unknown layer of stimulation. But John was immune to her chemical attacks by way of his paragon mind, and his balls churned with sperm more than prepared to make her a mother dozens of times over. The quest to fuck new women ticked up by one, but John couldn't be bothered to glance at it. Happily she enjoyed her third orgasm, triggered solely by the brute's entry, and looked back to his mesmerized face with renewed confidence... and desire. "[Hhhnnnnng! Gods above and around, he's so... so...]" She ducked her face against the bark of the tree, between her hands that held her up. Thumalk struggled to try and stand on ruined legs, wanting to save his suffering bride to be, to do anything to spare her from the terrible-

"[... so goooooooooood!]" The crestfallen warrior fell back to his ass, and watched as Tita's face transformed away from any misgivings of pain. The human, sensing that she had finally gotten into it, lifted her right leg and onto his shoulder, his eyes marveling at her flexibility and her bouncing breasts as he thrusted into her. Thumalk was confronted now with the full naked beauty of the love of his life... albeit as she took a polymorphing human cock into her sacred, soaked depths. She came a fourth time, and so John had pleasured eight more eggs to join the dozens originally waiting for Thumalk. "[I never... I never thought fucking a human could feel so perfect-!]"

"[T-Tita, please! Such language is unbecoming- no, all of this! This is all wrong!]"

John grunted his breaths as he continued to impale her, frustrated at the loss of his full size. He dared it, and augmented back to normal. He groaned, and she came, as her birth canal stretch to accommodate. Watching her writhe as he abused her innards only drove him further. "Just one more," John hissed, his mind swimming in lust. He wanted more. He wanted everything. "You... you're tougher than you look! You can take it, right? You won't break...!" Another augment, and John hadn't the sense left to hold back... or to worry about the ten percent chance that he might triple the amount that would-

CRIT! Penis size augmented by 105%!