The Debate (Part 2)

Coming back to reality from his brief but heavenly blowjob, Scanlan cast around for somewhere appropriate for their experiment, but all he could see were a few boulders and the hot springs themselves. He ended up just patting his lap. "Let's do it right here."

Keyleth squeezed her thighs together anxiously. "What, no ... no bed, no ceremony, just 'let's do it here'?"

"Keyleth, we're not taking your virginity. At least, I really, really hope we aren't. It's just sex, so what's wrong with right here?"

She bit her lip. "Nothing, I guess, but ... Never mind." She stood up, glistening in the sunlight as water dripped down her pale curves. Then, hesitantly, she straddled Scanlan, who was momentarily lost for words.

Finding his composure, he grabbed her tight ass with both hands and flashed her a charming smile. "Don't worry, Kiki. I'm about to make you feel so good that you won't even know where we are."

Keyleth blushed. "Scanlan, only Vax calls me -- hnnnng!" She sucked in a breath as the little gnome lifted her onto his cock and slid her down even as his hand returned to her clit and started to caress it gently. She adjusted her weight from side to side, getting used to his shaft in her tight, clenching pussy.

"Mm," moaned Scanlan. The height difference had his face level with her breasts, and he eagerly shoved himself between them. The soft, perky flesh was the finest silk against his cheeks. With well-practiced movements, his free hand went to one nipple while his mouth went to the other, and he began pinching with his fingers and teeth in equal measure.

Grog watched, slack-jawed, as Scanlan played Keyleth's body like a fiddle. Despite going to many brothels together, he had never seen him in action, usually because his vision was focused on a nice pair of boobies. The little gnome's hips bucked in a slow, steady rhythm as his hands and mouth worked their magic, and within moments the half-elf was moaning and panting. He barely remembered to stroke himself, he was so distracted by the sight of the redhead's beautiful, squirming body, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Oh fuck, Scanlan," Keyleth gasped. The constant flow of pleasure from all her most sensitive areas had her quivering on the edge and barely able to form a coherent thought. "Fuck, I'm gonna -- aaaahh!"

Scanlan finished her off by thrusting right into her G-spot and rubbing her clit vigorously before lying back on the smooth, hard rock. He smirked as she collapsed onto him. "One point to Scanlan. Easy as cake," he said, muffled by her tits.

Woozy and bleary-eyed from her orgasm, Keyleth pushed herself upright and swept her long ginger hair out of her flushed face. Panting, she got to her feet and staggered over to catch her breath on a boulder. She had never been fucked like that before. Her body had been putty in his hands, although perhaps she should have seen it coming given his age and relative sexual experience.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a heavy footstep right in front of her. Grog towered over her, cock standing proudly to attention. She instinctively backed up a little, then caught herself and smiled. "Hey, Grog."

"Is it my turn yet?" he asked. His penis twitched suggestively.

She gulped, eyeing the enormous monster. "Yeah, just, give me a second." Placing her hands on the boulder, she closed her eyes and focused, and soft green moss began spreading from her fingertips. Once it had covered the whole boulder, she sighed and opened her eyes.

Scanlan was glaring daggers at her from the hard ground where he lay. "You couldn't have done that earlier??"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight!"

Lying back, she sank into the moss and spread her legs. Nerves fluttered in her belly, but she tried to ignore them as much as she could as Grog strode forward and rested his shaft on her stomach. She gulped again. The heat coming off it was like something from the Fire Plane, and Keyleth found herself both craving and dreading the moment when he would stick it in.

She didn't have to wait for long.

Placing his hands on her thighs, Grog lined himself up with her pink entrance, his heart beating hard in anticipation of his next conquest. He held her tightly in his meaty grip, and slowly began to push into her.

"Wait!" Keyleth said. Grog froze. Quickly, she spat in her hand and reapplied a coating of saliva to his cock with her delicate hands. Then she nodded, biting her lip. "Okay, I'm ready."

Grog pushed again, and her warm wetness slowly enveloped him. She was tight, far tighter than the whores he usually visited, and by the time he was halfway in, he was covered in sweat. Still, the visible bulge in her stomach was more than enough compensation.

Keyleth, though, was struggling. Her freckled face was a mask of agony, and she clutched the moss just for something to cling to. It felt like she was being split in two, like if she made the slightest movement, she would rip down the center. She **** herself to breathe and focus on the pleasure, not the pain. Slowly, she began to relax.

Then Grog buried the remainder of his length inside her. He slammed into her cervix, knocking the wind from her lungs and making her eyes roll back in her head. A wave of bliss and agony in equal measure washed through her, and she nearly blacked out. Her legs spasmed and a breathless scream burst from her mouth as the orgasm engulfed her mind.

Scanlan spluttered, unable to believe his eyes. "That doesn't count, you were just putting it in!"

Grog laughed smugly. "Sorry Scanlan, looks like size does matter after all."

Stroking her thighs, he admired the slender redhead beneath him. Her stomach bulged all the way to her belly button. Drawing ragged breaths, her eyelids fluttered open and she squeezed out, "Be careful, Grog."

"Right. Sorry, twiglet."

Keyleth opened her mouth to protest at the nickname, then closed it again. She would take being called anything as long as he was gentle with her.

Inch by inch, he pulled out of her until only his head remained inside her, leaving a sudden and profound emptiness. And, just as slowly, he began to fill it again. Her tight walls were being stretched to their limit, and she had to remind herself to breathe every few seconds or she was sure she would pass out. She whimpered.

With long, slow thrusts, Grog let her gradually get used to him, and his mind started to wander. If he was balls-deep in Keyleth right now, maybe Vex would be open to taking a ride on his dick, too. Ever since she had flashed him her boobies in the arena, he had fantasized about those perky handfuls swaying as he fucked her silly. Without realizing it, his free hand went to Keyleth's tits and started kneading them.

Keyleth arched her back. She was still sensitive from Scanlan's work, and Grog's rough, meaty hand on her chest was enough to send ripples of pleasure through her. Moaning softly, she felt her pussy relax its vice-like grip on his shaft just enough for the pain to subside. She smiled in relief and wrapped her creamy legs around his ass, pulling him closer.

Grog looked down at the pale girl. For a moment, Vex's face was superimposed on hers, and then reality won out and he saw only the pale, freckled face of Keyleth, whose expression had gone from concentration to contained eagerness. She bit her lip and nodded.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Drawing back, he slammed into her again. This time she was ready, but even then, the wave of pain and pleasure nearly swept her away. She groaned and squeezed her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. Every single twitch of his giant cock inside her was enough to elicit a fresh moan.

"Fuck yes," Grog grunted. On each thrust, he felt her wet walls shift and clench around him, and his vision started to go blurry as he fucked them both into heaven.

Gasping and grunting, Keyleth could barely think. Just like with Scanlan, fucking Grog was a whole new sexual experience, but comparing them would be like comparing eating a fine meal in Emon's palace and chowing down on a kebab after a night in a tavern. They were simply too different. Scanlan had used every tool at his disposal to make her body quake, but Grog only needed one to melt her mind. His giant cock pistoning in and out of her was her entire world.

Scanlan watched enviously as the freckled girl clutched the moss. From the quiver of her lip, the way her eyes were rolling back in her head, it was obvious that she was right on the edge. If he had been the one fucking her, he would have known exactly which buttons to press to give her an orgasm she would never recover from, but Grog just kept on ploughing her, oblivious to her state. And he was still going to make her cum.

Her moans turned to wordless cries of ecstacy, and Grog felt her tremble and clench around his cock as her legs locked up like a vice, holding him balls-deep inside her. Wetness poured out of her, drenching his stomach and dribbling down to his crotch. Her pussy spasmed like it was trying to milk him, and he had to take a few long, deep breaths to stop himself unloading into her. He wasn't done just yet.

Slowly, Keyleth relaxed. The moss was cool and soft against her bare back, and she felt herself sink into it. All she wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep with his cock still buried inside her. Instead, she felt him slowly slide out of her.

"No," she whispered, reaching up weakly and grabbing Grog's hand. "Stay."

"Don't worry, twiglet, I've still got more in the tank," he said.

"More?" she asked. Cumming three times in the span of minutes was plenty, and she wanted to be able to walk again some time in ever.

The goliath didn't reply, instead taking hold of her hips and easily flipping her over so that she was bent over the rock with her hard nipples now pressing into the moss and her ass sticking up. She felt him poke at her entrance again, and she braced herself for another onslaught. Why had she ever agreed to this?