Painting is over, bondage isn't

When the painters ultimately put down their brushes Aeriella sighed loudly in relief. Finally she would be released from her bonds and could go to her room to masturbate, or better - take Rossignol with her to fuck her. When the minstrel approached her she did not say anything, but had an unmistakable pleading look on her face.

“The posing is over for today, Lady,” Rossignol said in a calm voice.

“Yes, good,” she replied, rushing him with her tone.

“The painters will return to their work tomorrow,” the minstrel continued, feigning obliviousness to her state, “but all artists work poorly under pressure. Admiring your unmatched beauty is a delightful experience, but it also causes certain tension. We wouldn’t want that tension to have a negative impact on the paintings, would we?”

As he was talking he crouched in front of the sorceress and began to softly rub her pussy. This time he paid attention to the clitoris as well.

“Mhmm,” the elf moaned audibly then replied, “No, no! We don’t want it,” impatience and arousal were clear in Aeriella’s voice, but asking to be released would be beneath the sorceress’ dignity. Oh, the irony. So she waited until the minstrel finished, but his fingers never stopped the gentle rubbing. Rossignol was fully aware that his touch was not enough to make Aeriella climax.

“The painters are just humble artists and are intimidated by a noble elven sorceress,” the rubbing got a tiny bit more decisive, “maybe it would help them to overcome their shyness, if you asked them to prioritise art above anything else.”

“Yes, yes!” Aeriella replied, failing to hide the desperation in her voice, “do that!”

She understood what game Rossignol was playing and could see his goal, but was just too horny and helpless to offer any resistance.

“Do what, Lady?” the minstrel’s fingers were drawing circles on her tender parts, driving her crazy.

“Mhmm!” Aeriella just moaned in response. The good-natured mockery of calling her ‘Lady’ in such circumstances was lost on the elf.

“What do you want us to do, Lady?” Rossignol’s voice was polite and sweet, but his digits were merciless in their teasing.

“Ah! Mhmm!” a cry of surrender escaped Aeriella’s lips and then she said, “fuck me! All of you. Just fuck me good and make me cum!”

“Your wish is our command, Lady.”

Giroud already had his penis out, it was fully erect and dripping precum. The tension of which Rossignol spoke was very real.

“Ahh!” Aeriella cried out loudly when the cock entered her hungry pussy. She was soaking wet, so the motion was perfectly smooth. Giroud quickly found his desired pace; it was fast, because he had been horny as well. Oliver crouched next to the elf and began to caress her body. He focused mostly on her large breasts and long stocking-covered legs. Walter was a generous host and gestured for Rossignol to do the same on the other side, but the minstrel politely declined the offer and let the merchant caress the sorceress first.

Still locked in bondage Aeriella was being fucked by one man and possessively touched by two others. Her loud ecstatic cries filled the room. Walter and Oliver quickly stopped being gentle and began to simply grope the elf’s body. When either of them squeezed her breasts close to the clamped nipple the pitch of her cries became higher. Together with Giroud’s cock fucking her pussy hard it was more than enough to swiftly push her over the edge. Aeriella reached climax in less than two minutes. The volume and pitch of her cries reached new heights. More importantly she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly. That in turn was too much for the horny painter who almost immediately began to shoot his load into her pussy. The sorceress clenched her anal muscles as well, even though her anus was stretched wide by the plug; the sensation further enhanced the intensity of her orgasm.

Giroud kept fucking Aeriella until the last drop of semen left his balls. The other two men played with her body the entire time. When the first painter was eventually replaced by the other, the elf’s climax had not yet fully subsided; but she was not getting a chance to rest and she did not want any. Giroud stepped aside, but did not go away; he wanted to enjoy the entire spectacle. Oliver was just as horny as his colleague had been, so he assumed a similar pace. The first cumshot only improved the lubrication; his hard shoves were pushing some of the semen out. Rossignol crouched by Aeriella’s side and began to caress her body as well. He was no longer gentle and he knew much better than the others how to stimulate her body. With one hand he toyed with her tied-up breasts, with the other he rubbed her clitoris. When her orgasm finally ended she needed a few moments to regain breath, but as soon as she did the room was once again filled with her ecstatic moans.

Oliver climaxed as quickly as his predecessor and filled the elf’s pussy with another load. Walter took his spot without any delay. He might have been a wealthy powerful merchant, but right now, just like all the others, he was just a horny man who had an erection which begged for a pussy. When he shoved it smoothly in once again the previous cumshot was pushed out and began to drop onto the chair and floor. Walter was as impatient as the rest and immediately began to fuck the elf hard and fast. This obviously did not improve his stamina which in other circumstances would have been quite decent. But even that short time was enough for Aeriella to reach another orgasm. She was just a vocal and when she clenched her vaginal muscles Walter reacted like everyone did - he was pushed over the edge. A third voluminous load soon filled the elf’s pussy.

The host and the painters did not leave and were still focused on Aeriella’s fabulous exposed body. But when Rossignol whipped out his huge penis the look of envy was clear on their faces. No-one noticed it though, because neither of them was looking into the other one’s eyes and the elf’s gaze was not focused on anything. They did not remain idle anyway, because they again crouched next to Aeriella and returned to touching her body. Walter again was a generous host and let the painters assume the posts at her sides.

The sorceress’ pussy had been used by three cocks already and was overflowing with cum and her own juices. Rossignol was aware of his own size, but he also knew her capabilities. He shoved his cock in swiftly and smoothly; it whole went in, accompanied by an audible cry. From that point onward Aeriella only got louder. The minstrel might have been the director of the entire spectacle and he had a truly impressive stamina, but he was not a superhuman either. He managed to endure twice as long as any of his predecessors, but when the sorceress climaxed for the third time, he could not withstand her orgasm. The elf still had the strength to clench her vaginal muscles, so she efficiently milked a fourth cock. Rossignol’s cumshot was even larger than the previous ones and his climax lasted longer. Eventually he stopped and Aeriella calmed down, her breathing remained heavy though. Soon after he withdrew his penis the semen began to ooze out. It continued to do so while the minstrel released the elf from her bonds and took all the props off her body. When pulling out the anal plug Rossignol was gentle, but the girth of the toy could not be altered, so the sorceress had to endure having her anus stretched once again. She remained silent only because she had no breath to spare. The puddle of cum on the floor was quite noticeable and served as evidence of recent events.