She held to her word

Rayla sighed and straightened her back. She couldn't break a promise she had just made.
"Ok fine guys, I'll do it, just... Ugh, just shut your faces, ok? Just give me a moment..."
The three boys suddenly fell silent and closed in on her.

She stared at the three throbbing erections pointing right into her face. Now that she had the chance to observe them from so up close, they looked actually rather... diverse. Honestly, before that moment, Rayla had never considered there could be any meaningful difference between penises if one didn't take into account the skin color. She hadn't seen that many of course, and really never had seen two and neither three next to each other like this, but she had always thought they would all look pretty much the same. She didn't see any point in them being different, weren't all supposed to do the same thing after all?
Well, now she had to admit she had been wrong all along, they were different.

As a reference, all that came to her mind was Callum's one, whose shape and size she could remember pretty well. She had had the impression the boys were bigger when she first saw them naked.
Now, from up close, she could see they weren't all that bigger.
In fact, Tilor, who had it straight like a sword just like Callum, so that the comparison between the two was easier, looked about the same, if not a little less, both in girth and length.
She reasoned she had had the wrong first impression because Tilor was noticeably shorter than Callum in height, so from the distance is cock just looked bigger in comparison.
Shape-wise, the only real difference was that Callum's one had the glans peeking out of the foreskin when he was hard, while Tilor had so much more foreskin that it covered it completely and even made a funny-looking, little drooping whiff when he wasn't pulling it back.

Edrig's one was a little trickier to figure out properly. It had this pronounced left bent, this curve, that made it looks like a green banana and it was also thicker in the center and a little less so at the tip.
Due to this unregular shape, it was hard to tell if it was longer than Tilor's one, and it was just as hard to say if it was thinner or not because it sure looked like it was slightly thicker in the center but not for its whole length.
Another difference was that its glans was completely uncovered, as if the skin had been cut off. It looked smooth, sleek, and tapered, resembling almost a meat spearhead, which made kind of sense given the function it served.
Rayla thought couldn't help but wonder how Edrig could manage with that curve and how would it feel to have it inside for a girl. A totally random non-Elf girl.
Wondering for a friend, of course...

Fynn's one was a surprise. One could expect a chubby cute guy like him to have if anything, a chubby cute little fellow down there, that was at least Rayla's thought.
The boy instead had this upturned, lanky shaft that stood vertically, reaching straight up below his belly button. It was long, definitely the longest of the three, but the fact that was barely as thick, made it look like it was rather thin, especially in comparison to its owner's body.
On top of that, his ballsack was huge, almost disproportionate, and tautly swelling as if it held inside two tangerines.
His manhood was also the one looking the most intense green, maybe because of the largest dose of the magic potion he had drunk.

Rayla looked up, half-heartedly expecting one of the owners of those raging hard-ons to take her hands, make her stand up, and tell her it was ok even if she didn't do it.
Obviously, that didn't happen.
She tarried a little more, wondering if she should let them decide which one she had to do first, but then resolved to just start with Tilor. He was the one right in front of her and the fact that his cock was straight and neat-looking, just like Callum's, made her feel a little more comfortable with it.

She slowly inhaled, then exhaled and leaned in closer. She grabbed the shaft gingerly with just the last two fingers of her hand. It was hot and hard.
Tilor felt with anticipation Rayla's warm breath and cold hand wrapping around his cock.
He had never received a blowjob before. Something inside urged him to grab Rayla's head and just shove his cock into her mouth, he didn't even know why.
He resisted, fidgeting with his hands while the Elf girl massaged him without the slightest trace of enthusiasm.

After some interminable moments, Rayla closed her eyes and the few inches which were separating her mouth from the head of the boy's cock.
She told herself to stop thinking so hard about everything and just go with the flow.
She knew what to do, after all, it was just so weird to do something like that to a person she barely knew. It was a treat to show her affection to someone she cared about, not a handshake to greet new friends.

Maybe, she thought to herself, she could try to pretend she was about to suck Callum's cock...
If it were his manhood, she would have begun by kissing it, then, little by little, she would have run lips all over his glans, wetting it with her tongue, until she could feel it twitch and throb.
That was the moment when she usually took him inside her mouth.
She opened her eyes again.
Ugh, but this wasn't Callum, it was Tilor and she didn't feel up to doing any of that kissing with him. Besides, the guy didn't really seem to need any of that, as much as he looked throbbing and twitching already.
So she just took in a big gulp of air and let the boy's glans slide past her lips.

When Tilor felt that unexpected wetness engulf his cock's head, his heart skipped a beat.
It was incredible!
He pushed his hips forward. He wanted to get more of that feeling.
Rayla felt the boy's member move into her hand. She took a little more of it into her mouth, backing her head a little. But Tilor just kept pushing, shuffling closer, so the more she took, the more there was. It was either **** or fall off the bench.
She gave him a shove.

"What was that?" she coughed.
Tilor smiled nervously. "I, uh, I suppose I just wanted to help you to fit my cock into your mouth."
Rayla glared at him. "No, seriously, just stay put, ok?"
There were tears wetting the corners of her eyes. She was astonished by the librarian's behavior. Callum had been always very gentle with her. He had never pushed her head or pulled her hair.
When she sucked his cock, he just laid back on the grass, against a three usually, and enjoyed the ministration with a dumb expression on his face.
Were these bampots so dumb and uncouth they couldn't even stay still while she did what they asked?

Rayla sighed, a string of drool still connected her mouth to Tilor's cock. She gave it a few strokes to get back into the rhythm, hand squeezing a little harder as she leaned in again, eyes locked with the boy so that he would not get any ideas this time.
Tilor winched. He wasn't prepared for any of this. The Elf girl's purple eyes, her gorgeous, severe face, the soft grip of her hand. Before she could put his cock back in her mouth, he reached down and wrapped his own hand over hers, and started to stroke it with urgency.

Immediately afterward, a thick rope of seed erupted from his glans.
It landed right into the middle of Rayla's frown, drawing a line from her chin, over her nose, and all up to her forehead and hair.
The rest of the load was muzzled by Tilor's foreskin, which she barely managed to pull back over the glans with her thumb while the boy jerked her hand. She would have stopped at that point, but Tilor kept her hand wrapped around his shaft and went on jerking himself off until he felt completely empty and satisfied. Rayla had to bear his goop dribble all over her hand until it was all slippery, a look of growing revulsion on her face.

"Geez, Tilor... Care to give me a warning when you do that? Look, you sprayed it everywhere on my face, even in my hair!"
She paused, making a grimace.
As she had opened her mouth to protest, Rayla had felt the taste of the boy's seed.
Seeing that Tilor wasn't up for a reply and just looked to his feet sheepishly, Rayla softened a little. "Well, we're done anyway. Thanks for the mess."

She looked at her hand, it was getting all sticky already. She grabbed a loincloth from the stone floor of the cell. The cloth was filthy, but it was better than nothing, and besideds she felt just as filthy. She cleaned herself as best as she could.
She grabbed another rag laying at her feet. It stank, but the outward side looked clean enough.
If these bampots wanted to stay naked, that didn't mean she had to too, right? She just hated to feel so exposed.
She gave the rag a shake and then wrapped it around her waist. It was barely enough to cover her crotch, but it was something.

The boys booed as she tied it. Uncaring, she went looking for the third, which she hoped to be a little cleaner. It was laying next to the door. It was just as grimy, but it didn't smell too much. She quickly tied it around her breasts.
"Hey! T-That's mine..."
"Weren't you the one asking permission to take it off, Tilor? I'm just borrowing it until I find my clothes. Do you mind?"
The way Rayla looked at them made it clear it wasn't a real question.

"You still have two of us to take care of, Rayla. Or did you forget already?"
Edrig beckoned her towards the bench.
Rayla rolled her eyes and went back to sit on it. Despite the loincloth, she could still feel the coarse wood scratching the skin of her bum cheeks.
Before she could think of who she was going with for a second, Edrig pushed Tilor and Fynn away and shoved his cock under her nose.
She gave him a reproaching scowl. She was starting to resent this guy, he was a bully through and through. And she hated bullies.

"Don't touch me and don't move," she warned him. Edrig grinned and raised his hands innocently.
She grabbed his cock and gave it a quick little jerk, gripping hard as she could. It wasn't enough to make him come right away like Tilor unfortunately, but at least Rayla had the satisfaction to take off that stupid grin from his face.
"W-We didn't settle for a hand-job, ngh... You have to suck it," he managed to utter while Rayla pumped him as steadily as she could. It wasn't easy to keep up a steady pace with that curve of his.

She made a mocking grimace and brought her face closer to the tip of his spear-headed, banana-shaped cock. It smelled way stronger than Tilor and that didn't help for sure.
Why did Humans have to stink so much? She always made sure Callum took regular baths when they were together.
She pushed away a little sense of revulsion coming up, and gave the exposed glans a slow, wet lick. This was more than enough to shut Edrig up for good, but she was fed up with his attitude and his ill-concealed racism. She wanted to shove in his face how good she was at this.

She let the tip into her lips, rolling her tongue around it.
The boy gave a grunt of satisfaction.
Rayla smiled wickedly, even if just with her eyes. She started suckling, gently, always twirling her tongue just about the little hole where the juice comes out.
While she did this, one of her hands kept running along the shaft and one other tickled Edrig hairy balls.

"Oh boy, you're such a whore, ghh, I knew It! I bet all Elf are, ah... mmm, w-whores, all whores just like you, gh!"
Rayla frowned. She knew the meaning of the word. Callum had had to explain to her because Elves didn't have what Humans called 'whores'. It sure was a queer profession, but she still couldn't quite understand why a woman paid to have sex deserved to be insulted.

She sucked harder, to the point to pull her cheeks in. Immediately Edrig's cock began to twitch.
She knew what was about to happen. A strong spurt of seed exploded in her mouth right after, all over her tongue, followed by several others till she lost count.
She took it all and it still seemed to be more. The taste was awful, especially salty and oddly fishy. And it was thick, boy if it was thick. But she made a point of honor to keep on sucking till the last drop.

When it was finally over, she leaned back, lip pursed to hold inside all of Edrig's load. She gracefully turned to the other side of the bench, and emptied her mouth over the floor.
It was really a lot, she acknowledged, and the taste really stuck in her mouth. She would have loved to have some water to wash it out. She spat a couple of times. Not the most gracious thing to do, but it helped a little. She turned back to Edrig and beamed triumphantly. He was a little bewildered and out of breath.

"Did... Did they never tell you it's not polite to spit it? Well-educated maidens swallow. Still, I've got to admit you give a good head, Rayla. For an elf..."
The guy surely did like to have the last word.
Rayla considered for a minute this new information about maidens swallowing, she did care for human customs, as long they could be needed in negotiations and diplomatic situations.
This didn't seem the case, but who knew? Humans were a strange bunch.

"My turn now, we-hee!"
Edrig was practically hurled off and almost fell to the ground as Fynn made his way in front of the bench.
"H-Hey! Watch your step, fatso!"
Fynn didn't pay him attention, there was just one thing on his mind.
His cock looked to be even harder and more congested than before, and his balls appeared to be ready to burst. Even while he stood still, the shaft wobbled at the rhythm of his heartbeat and the glans had swelled up to the point it now resembled the cap of a mushroom.

Rayla cleared her throat and wiped the corners of her mouth. "Last one," she rejoiced, "Finally." Something was bothering her though. She was starting to feel strange. Her whole skin tingled and it felt like the room had become hot. If she didn't know better, she could have thought she was getting aroused. But that simply wasn't possible.
She pushed away from her mind that ridiculous idea and grabbed Fynn's cock at the base. She could feel it pulse in her hand. She pulled it down to her level. From the swollen, mushroom-shaped head, drops of a greenish liquid were already dribbling out.

Rayla looked up to Fynn as she smeared it all over the glans with her thumb, to catch any possible sign that he was about to come right away. The boy was literally drooling from the corner of his mouth and looked like he was quite out of it. His eyes were fixed on her.
His stare was so intense that Rayla had to look away. She cleared her throat again, Edrig's taste was still in her mouth and it wasn't pleasant, then leaned in and took Fynn's cock between her lips. Just as she did, she felt a few more drops dribble out of the head. The taste was oddly sweet, and a little sour. It smelled vaguely of dead flowers.

She expected more to keep coming out, but it didn't. She began polishing the meaty knob with her lips and tongue while she gently bobbed her head up and down.
Fynn purred and gasped. Rayla giggled. If there was one of these Humans she was happy he was enjoying this, it was him. She liked the chubby farmer boy way better than the others. He was sort of cute, in his own way, and kind.
She felt his hand move over her head. For a moment she thought he was going to try to grab her or something like that. Instead, the boy's curious hand was drawn by one of her horns. He just touched it gently, running the tip of his fingers along the smooth surface.
Rayla didn't bother to tell him to stop, she actually relaxed a little.

She kept on bobbing her head and sucking for a while, getting little by little more and more into it. Every now and then, she felt a dribble of flowery liquid. She was kind of getting accustomed to that strange taste. It was easily better than what the other two had just given her.
All the while, part of her attention had been increasingly engrossed by what Fynn was doing to her little horn. He had moved all around it gingerly at first, then he had gradually begun to focus his touch on the tip. Barely anyone outside the Moon Elves people knew their horns were actually capable of feeling.

Rayla felt a shiver running down her spine. It had taken Callum several tries to get the horn fondling right, now this farmer boy had got it right in just a few minutes, even if only by pure chance. She didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know if she should have stopped him or not either.
She pulled back, out of breath, chin glistening with her own drool.
Fynn didn't stop touching her though. She looked up at him. He was clearly oblivious of what he was doing, yet he was rubbing of one of her secret spots with just the right pace and pressure.

Rayla gave his cock a squeeze and began to stroke it fast, as fast as her hand could manage, decided to end this as quickly as possible. She put her lips to the side of it, kissing and licking the shaft heatedly.
With her lips pursed, she reached just under the glans, where there was a little tense cord of skin. Green liquid still dribbled down occasionally, she could taste it.
She let the glans slide in and out of her mouth a couple of times.