The Debate: Scanlan/Grog/Keyleth

"I'm telling you big guy, it's not size that matters, it's the way you move," Scanlan said, strumming his lute for effect.

"How come you always hide behind me in a fight then?" Grog asked, bemused.

"I'm not talking about that, Grog." Scanlan rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about my *ahem* magical wand. It's all about the motion of the ocean, baby."

"I'm confused. I thought you used a lute for magic?"

Scanlan groaned. He had met stupid more times than he could count, but he was continually amazed by how consistently Grog could set a new record for sheer idiocy. Hoisting himself up onto the side of the hot spring, he pointed at his crotch. "I'm talking about my penis, dumbass!"

"Oh. Hur hur," Grog laughed. "All I said was you were smaller than me."

"No shit, I'm a third of your size! I'm saying it doesn't matter how big I am, I bet I've pleasured three times more women than you have."

"Whatever, Shorthalt. Hur hur."

"Wow, that is funny," Scanlan said drily. "Hey Keyleth, does the size of a penis matter to you?"

Keyleth's face was redder than her hair as she sank into the spring until only her eyes were above the water, hoping that they would leave her to her own spring. Unfortunately, her crater was still just within earshot.

"Keyleth?"

She sank lower, fully submerging herself in the warm water, and considered turning into a goldfish until they left her in peace.

"Keyleth?!"

She surfaced. "What? Arrgh, Scanlan!" She covered her eyes and her breasts at the sight of the buck naked gnome standing mere feet from her on the edge of her spring. "Put some clothes on and stop staring!"

"I'm drying off, and I'm not staring," Scanlan lied easily. "Grog and I have a question --"

"-- I think you mean, 'me and Grog'," Grog said, joining Scanlan on the edge of her spring and dipping his toes in. "Ooh, your one's hotter than ours. Did you pee in it?"

Scanlan slapped his forehead in frustration. "That isn't the question. The question is, does the size of a penis matter to you? When it's inside you, that is."

The heat from Keyleth's cheeks could have melted an ice dragon's lair. Rendered speechless by embarrassment, she just sank back into the water and turned her back on them.

"It's a simple question, Keyleth," Scanlan sang. "If you answer it, we'll go."

She groaned but otherwise stayed silent.

Scanlan's lute appeared in his hands. "I asked her a question, that sweet elven minx,

But no reply came, as if she were jinxed,

Should I answer for her, just taking a punt,

Does dick size matter, inside of her --"

"Scanlan!" Keyleth interrupted.

"Just answer the question and I'll stop singing," Scanlan said. "Where was I? Oh yeah, inside of her --"

"Yes!" Keyleth screamed. The sound echoed off the cliffs opposite, and a flock of birds took to the skies, spooked.

Scanlan's eye twitched as a string snapped on his lute. Gingerly, he lowered it to the ground. "Fine, fine," he muttered to himself. "I didn't realize we had a size queen in our midst. Come on, Grog."

Something clicked inside Grog's very, very slow brain. "Hang on, did I win?"

"No one won, Grog! It turns out Keyleth is just a shallow whore who can't look any deeper than balls-deep," Scanlan said.

Keyleth turned around and glared at him, not caring about the guys' or her own nudity. "That is not what I said, Scanlan, and you know it! You asked for my opinion and I gave it, so if you don't like it, you can go to Hell."

Grog stood up and interposed himself between them, goliath cock swinging free, just as Scanlan was opening his mouth to retort. "Alright, that's enough! Next person who yells gets chucked onto the next mountain."

Folding his arms, Scanlan turned away from Keyleth. Then he looked back. Her eyes were wide and fixed on Grog's enormous, yet still flaccid member. The seed of a plan began forming in his mind. "Alright Keyleth. Prove you're not just a size queen."

With a huge effort, the half-elf tore her eyes away from Grog's cock and looked at Scanlan. She was glad she was still standing in the spring, or her sopping pussy would give her away. "How?"

"You fuck both of us, and if I make you cum more, which I will, then you're the generous, big-hearted girl everyone thinks you are."

Keyleth bit her lip. The heat between her legs was making it hard to think straight, harder still when Grog started to cotton onto what was going on and his dick twitched in anticipation. The rational part of her brain was telling her to ignore the bard's baiting and walk away, but her pride was stung by his implication that she was just as shallow as the women Scanlan haggled with whenever they reached a town.

And it had been far too long since she had had a good fuck.

"Fine," she said, wading naked to the edge of the spring and sitting on the side, trying to act casual.

Scanlan could barely contain his delight. While Keyleth was not the most outright seductive of the group - that honor went to Vex - he had always thought she had a naive innocence about her that would look wonderful perched on his cock. Only in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would have the chance to actually find out if he was right, though.

He sat down beside her, short legs dangling in the water. "Well, we should start by getting everyone turned on. Sit down, big guy."

"Right." Grog planted his ass on the other side of her with a thud. Once again, Keyleth caught herself staring at his thick, gray shaft. It was almost as long as her forearm.

She was interrupted by a touch on her thigh. Jumping, she looked down to see Scanlan stroking her creamy skin with an unreadable smile on his face. Before she could protest, he licked his hand and slid it down her stomach towards her ginger bush. She gasped, his touch turning her on more than she cared to admit, and automatically let her legs open.

"Wow, I would never have guessed you were this wet," Scanlan said, his hand now poised at her core.

Keyleth just whimpered. Reaching her hands out, she steadied herself on their naked thighs. Being sandwiched between them on the edge of the spring, feeling the heat from their bodies, it was almost too much for her. If she had been the swooning type, this would be the moment for it.

"Nice tiddies, Keyleth," Grog chuckled. A meaty hand was suddenly on her chest, massaging a boob and sending pleasure rippling through her slender body.

Moaning, she reached into their laps. Her delicate fingers wrapped around their hardening shafts, and she felt both of them tense next to her. Both were warm as her light stimulation sent blood rushing to them, but that was where the similarities ended. Where Scanlan was a modest five inches - which was still proportionally large for his height - Grog was a monstrous thirteen. Where Scanlan curved a little to the right, Grog was as straight as an arrow. Where Scanlan's base was covered with neatly trimmed pubic hair, Grog was completely hairless in a way that made him seem somehow even more naked.

Keyleth stroked slowly, giving them attention at the head before sliding her hands along their lengths and gripping them tight, pumping a couple times, and then starting again. Before long, they were both fully hard and oozing precum, both from her careful ministrations and the simple sight of her nubile body. And all the while, Scanlan played his hand over her pussy, bringing her to a flushed and breathless state of arousal.

Panting, Keyleth let go and pushed forwards, splashing into the spring. Grog looked about to protest at being deprived of her perky tits, but before he could, she turned around and knelt in front of him, then leaned forwards and licked up the entire length of his cock. Even having washed so recently, there was still a pleasant, musky taste to it that made her wish Scanlan's hand was still between her legs.

Grog, meanwhile, was confused. Whenever he thought - which was rare enough already - about Keyleth, he always thought of her as a younger sister. He protected her because they were a family and she was one of the squishy ones. Not once had he thought of her in a sexual way ... Except maybe that one weird dream with her and Pike and Vex all doing things to each other, but dreams didn't count. But there she was, kneeling stark naked between his legs and licking his cock. He could still feel her supple boobies under his fingertips.

Then she wrapped her lips around his head and his confusion vanished. "Fuck, Keyleth, that feels so good," he groaned as her tongue swirled around his tip.

Scanlan watched enviously. "Hey, size queen, this little guy still needs some lovin' too."

"Stop calling me that!" Keyleth said, popping off of Grog and glaring at him, but he just shrugged and gestured to his throbbing cock. Still stroking the goliath's huge shaft with one hand, she rolled her eyes and moved closer to Scanlan. Leaning in, she kissed the side of his member and looked up at him with her innocent green eyes. "Are you happy now, Scanlan?"

"Almost." Threading his fingers through her vibrant red mane, he gripped her firmly and guided her lips to his tip, but stopped short of actually forcing himself into her mouth. He waited.

Still holding his gaze with her big green eyes, Keyleth kissed the tip and licked the precum oozing from it. It was salty and a little creamy, and the taste made her quiver with lust. Then, slowly, she took him in her warm, wet mouth and slid her lips down while her tongue worked his underside.

It wasn't the best blowjob Scanlan had ever received, but it was damned close.

He groaned. "Fuck me, where the fuck did you learn that?"

Keyleth blushed a little and smiled around his member, sliding him further down her throat until his pubes were tickling her nose. She had to admit, he had the perfect cock for a blowjob: large enough to be a challenge, girthy enough to stretch her throat a little, but small enough to only tease her gag reflex, not trigger it. Not that she was going to tell him that.

After bobbing on him a few more times, eagerly watching how her every movement made his expression quiver with lust, she slid his saliva-coated dick out of her mouth, spat on her palm, and spread it over Grog's length. Then she wiped her lips sheepishly, emerald eyes darting between them. "So ... How do you want to do this?"