Show Koorips some elven gratitude there on the balcony

Deciding that you must do whatever it takes to seduce the human ruling these red wugs you lay your hand against his plump, tanned belly and lean your mouth to his. The warmth of the wine has flushed your cheeks and you press yourself aggressively against him. Koorips says nothing, but returns the kiss and allows you to wriggle against his warm body.

"I'll show you the gratitude of the elves," you say, peering into his dark eyes. You kiss down his chest and over his big belly. He wears a leathery loincloth and you untie it as he looks down, smiling serenely at you. With deft fingers you undress him and reveal the fat curl of his cockmeat and the rank thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding it. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue and lean your mouth down, capturing his cock with your fingers and guiding the spongey glans to your pouting lips. Koorips moans softly as you engulf him in your mouth and let your tongue and soft suction coax him to full attention. His cock is quite large but not particularly long.

You wrap one hand around it, the other drifting to his heavy balls, and you kneel, your ass up as you begin sucking up and down his cock. Koorips says nothing, only watches and smiles as you bob your mouth up and down on his throbbing prick. The smell is quite strong and unusual. Perhaps he slips his cock into the wugs from time to time. It's a revolting thought, but not one revolting enough to coax you into stopping.

You're so intent on the sucking you are giving to Koorips you hardly notice the wug shuffling onto the balcony and standing behind you. You lift your mouth from Koorips with a gasp as cold, webbed wug fingers touch your shapely ass.

"I hope you don't mind," says Koorips, "I always allow my warriors to enjoy the human girls and Rippo here did well capturing you."

"Enjoy the...human girls?"

"Of course," says Koorips. "You're not using your pussy or ass now, are you my sweet? Fill your mouth with my prick again and reward my favorite warrior with his choice. Or does elven gratitude not extend so far as I thought?"

You bite your lower lip and look back at the wug standing behind you. It is red and adorned in war paint. A pink and fleshy cock that glistens like it has emerged from an internal cavity is aimed at your backside. Gods, what must you subject yourself to?