A very pent up lover

When Aluziira bent over to check what loot the dead bodies may contain, she felt a hot rush of air on her ass. An arched brow was the only reaction she had as she glanced over her shoulder to see Sorndyn salivating at the sight of her plump-for-an-elf rump. His engorged cock still throbbed with the residual bloodlust from the earlier fight. She could not help but snort. Males and their incessant pointy meatsticks...

With grace inherent to her race, the Drow's back straightened, loose curls of her platinum white hair fell onto her shoulders. Sorndyn, crouched low from sniffing at her, was just under her height now and Aluziira put that to use as she stared down her nose at the monstrous beast. “And what makes you think you deserve to taste me, male?” The sneer enhancing her already cruelly beautiful face held a mockery of teasing.

Those beastly blood red eyes staring back at her narrowed. Sorndyn’s tongue, long and slimy, slowly worked its way from one end of his snout to the other as he licked his chops. With the vaguest of movements, the draegloth leaned back and widening his stance almost imperceptibly. As with all the bravado of males, it must be understood that their need to show off and brag was intrinsically tied to their inferiority as the weaker sex. The need to show off, to compete for deep-seated breeding rights, all so that their virile seed could be the one to overwhelm and quicken a fertile womb. Aluziira, having experienced her mate’s playbook via countless other situations just like this one, knew that he wanted her to look at what was dangling between his legs.

So, she did.

The thing, or well two things, that always caught her attention even when she was deep in thought or in the midst of a fierce negotiation, was that mightily plump sac of his. Pulled down by the sheer weight of his virility, Sorndyn’s testicles swayed with every minute movement. They were covered in a light fuzz of white fur, much like the rest of his body. Though, unlike the rest which was covered in mats, these had a fine gloss to them. Aluziira would never admit it, even under pain of ****, but she had such a fascination with those twin orbs. She would often catch herself idly fondling those hot, churning nuts of his. They always reeked of revolting male, but she would be damned if she would let them end up like their sibling to the north.

Speaking of, Aluziira flicked her eyes upwards as Sorndyn leaned back onto his haunches with a triumphant smirk on his maw, razor sharp teeth on display. A quick glare lowered his ego back to the Underdark, but only just. While his sheath was bunched up under the mostly dormant knot of his, Aluziira knew just how dirty that fuzzy tube of his was. If she had to guess, she would say that he knew exactly how much it drove her crazy, especially when those pricks of sheath fur would smoosh against her smooth cunny when he had the honour of breeding her. Naturally, she would also die before admitting any potential liking of said circumstance.

With an almost dismissive flick of her wrist, Sorndyn instantly pounced forward. Hot, stinking breath tickled her thighs as his large, bulky snout pressed hard against her robed cunny. Pulling from his fiendishly canine ancestry, his nose was cold to the touch which contrasted sinfully with his sizzling hot exhales. With a softness that seemed to contradict everything about the sociopathic monster, Sorndyn nipped her robe out of the way with his fangs. Her bare pussy lay before him, his slitted pupils dilating with mesmerized greed.

Soft hands tugged on his pointed ears, palms sliding against the rough fur as Aluziira tugged her mate’s nose hard against her tight lips. Sorndyn took one long snort of her scent, tantalizing him with the fertility that tickled the back of his animalistic mind before his broad tongue traced up her thigh and left a trail of thick slimy drool behind. With all the fury of a predator catching his prey, Sorndyn feasted on the sweetness of her cunny. Long, lavishing laps of that rough tongue worked on her lips, forcing them open with each broad stroke past. They both knew she could accommodate him, but it was always fun just how her elven body re-tightened after each successful tie.

Aluziira’s grip tightened, riding her mate’s face as she focused on her own growing pleasure. Sorndyn was an excellent pet, having learned how to please his mistress many decades ago. Pussy juices ran down his chin and onto his throat, coating his fur with a sticky mess that would only add to the miasma of scents he loved to carry. Showing off to any and all who witnessed his superior maleness in all its glory. Musk, sweat, the tang of his mistress’ tight wet cunt broadly streaked across his torso, sheath, and sac. Braggadocious, egotistical, dumb.

She loved him.

Feminine gasps, at odds with her harsh demeanor, filled her chambers as bliss took over her. Sorndyn’s tongue worked harder at those clenching lips, worming the tip of his slimy muscle deep inside to feel her walls massaging, milking what maleness should have been there. The grip on his ears would have been painful, especially during her climax as she yanked on them hard, trying to bury his whole face in her spasming cunt. Sorndyn did not flinch, he relished in the pain, basked in her feminine wiles. His greedy gullet drank down her juices as they squirted into his maw, his own erection painting the marble floor with copious ropes of pre-cum, forming puddles of fiendishly tainted musk.

With a ragged breath, Aluziira slumped over onto her mate. The disgusting pricks of his matted fur across her front did not even register with her. The feeling was rather comforting just as her unblemished, smooth skin was for him. Drops of fresh blood stained his fur, no doubt from the recently reopened wounds that had coagulated earlier. Sorndyn shifted her into his arms, that accursed tongue of his bathing her torso and face with loving licks. Lying in his embrace, Aluziira felt one of his lower arms make rhythmic movements. A snicker came from her and the demonblooded brute above her almost looked bashful but did not relent.

Pressing his forehead to hers, Sorndyn took large lungfuls of her delectable scent as his hand stroked faster. Aluziira started rocking as he put in work with his hips, his gauntly muscled frame bucking needily underneath her. “Who is my good boy~?” She cooed into his ear, giggling sweetly as he immediately stiffened. A mangled whimper escaped the monstrous draegloth as his body jolted haphazardly. The stinking stench of sulphur reared as her mate emptied those fat orbs of his all across the tiles. A gentle scratch under his chin had him bucking even harder.

Aluziira let her mate ride out his orgasm, confident this session would only temporarily drain him and that he would be even more pent up later not having unloaded in her tight, fertile puss like he was designed to. Relaxing in his arms, Aluziira lazily looked over at the damage wrought on the tiles.