Let's get bizzay

"OK," Syntharra said as she adjusted her outfit for the fourth time. "In this scene, the big, strong barbarian has just entered the queen's chambers and is about to ravish her."

Dirk nodded as Mystee finished texting and handed her phone to Pammy.

"But, because it's a big, hard, throbbing human cock..." Syntharra blushed and squirmed as she leered at Dirk, momentarily losing her train of thought. "Um..." She shook her head. "He, uh, he won't be satisfied with just one drow, n-not even a queen! So, he... he's going to want her maid too..."

Syntharra took a deep breath and adjusted her breasts.

"OK, Pammy, start recording!" The director commanded.

The little Goblin climbed up on top of a chair and did as she was told.

Mystee looked at Dirk and winked.

"And... action!" Syntharra declares, her voice trembling slightly.

Dirk flexes and swings his cheap plastic sword around.

"Eek! A human!" Syntharra squeals.

"Guards! Seize this filthy barbarian!" Mystee shouts as she leaps from the very modern-looking queen-sized she was resting on.

Dirk laughs menacingly, if very stagily, and points his toy sword at the two women.

"They won't be coming any time soon, you naughty queen, but you will!" He says as he tosses his toy sword to the side, ignoring as it bounces against the window of what is obviously a first-story room.

He walks forward and grabs the collar of Mystee's dress and pulls down, ripping the flimsy garment off the drow and exposing her lack of a bra or panties.

The actress gasps and submissively poses, exposing her freshly-shaven pussy as she presses her breasts together, making sure the camera sees it all.

"You... you beast!" Mystee declares with faux indignation. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want!" Dirk says as he pulls Mystee to him, making her squeak theatrically.

He then pulls on her hair, making her look up into his face before he forcefully kisses her and then throws her on the bed.

"Oooof!" Mystee grunts as she lands on her back, legs spread wide. "I... I am powerless to stop you!"

Dirk laughs again as he turns to Syntharra.

"You there! Bed wench! Disrobe me!"

Syntharra scrunches her nose. That wasn't in the script she wrote.

"Do it, you insolent slut!" He commands again as he steps towards her and squeezes her meaty ass, eliciting a sweet little mewl from the drow. "Mmmm, we do not have women like you in my tribe."

Syntharra whimpers as she gets caught up in the moment. A moan escapes her soft, pouty lips as her long, pointy ears wiggle in excitement.

"So soft..." he says as he let's go of her rump and then gently presses down on her shoulder until she kneels before him. "And much more obedient than that one..." He gestures over to Mystee.

Syntharra blushes as she feels her pussy juices dribble down her thigh.

Her face is just inches from Dirk's crotch. The musky scent of his... manhood is overwhelming. Her hands tremble with excitement as she slowly hooks her fingers into his costume's elastic waistband and slowly pulls the loin cloth down. In an instant Dirk's meaty pole springs forth from its flimsy cloth prison and brushes against Syntharra's blushing cheek.

"Oh ho! An eager one!" Dirk teases as he shakes his hips, making his dick wobble back and forth across the director's flushed face. "Give it a lick, little wench!"