The Debate (Part 3)

His rough hands squeezed her ass as he entered her again. Still sensitive, Keyleth let out a strangled cry and buried her face in the moss, although she didn't know if she was trying to muffle her cries or hide her shame. All she knew was that his dick filled both her pussy and her mind, and then some. It didn't leave a lot of room for thinking.

Grog, meanwhile, was enjoying the new angle. As much as he loved boobies, having her face-down allowed him to really reach into her with every thrust, which he took full advantage of, impaling her over and over all the way to his hilt. It also gave him a better view of her cute, pert butt, which he manhandled greedily.

"Aaah, fuck, Grog!" Keyleth cried out. The unrelenting stream of pleasure made her knees buckle, and then she was only held up by his rough, meaty hands and his enormous cock. "Fuck, fuck me! Oh shit!"

Scanlan heard the moans, watched the young half-elf being pounded into oblivion, and got to his feet. He was damned if he was just going to wait until Grog finally came to take his turn again. Striding to the boulder, he stood on a small, moss covered lip, his dick pointing directly at Keyleth's reddened, pleasure-wracked face. "Room for one more?"

"Fuck yeah, Scanlan," Grog cheered, taking a hand from her ass to high-five him.

At the same time, Keyleth went cross-eyed to focus on the cock mere inches from her face. Without warning, she reached out, grabbing the gnome's ass and pulling him closer, and she moaned as her warm, drooling mouth enveloped him again. He slid easily down her throat, stretching it in just the right way to add another splash of fuel to the fire in her loins, and with every thrust of the goliath cock in her pussy, she was **** to deepthroat the smaller one in her mouth. She hummed happily. Any remaining notions of dignity were driven out of her by the pistoning members at both ends, leaving only the pure, animal drive to give and receive pleasure.

Grog slowly ramped up the pace until he was almost a blur, one second with only his head inside, the next fully buried. Somewhere along the way he lifted a leg and braced it against the boulder to change his angle of attack. With every thrust, it felt like his cock was being swallowed by a tight, wet void, and her creamy ass rippled as his hips smacked into her. It didn't matter that it was Keyleth he was railing. In his mind, she was still the cute, naive half-elf that he protected in a fight. The lithe half-elf girl he was spearing three times a second was someone else, someone sensual and sexual and sultry.

"Gods, Keyleth," Scanlan moaned as she sucked and slurped on his cock. Her throat was just as tight as her pussy, and as it squeezed his sensitive head, he felt his orgasm approaching with the inevitability of applause after a performance. He could only hope that Grog was closer.

Sure enough, Keyleth felt Grog's movements become less and less controlled. He grabbed handfuls of her ass, and her body shook with pleasure at the feeling of being manhandled like a common whore as he thrust deep into her over and over. Without warning, she was frozen in breathless bliss again, trembling and quivering and dripping and gagging on Scanlan's cock. She coughed and spluttered, and he withdrew, leaving her whimpering and gasping for air against the moss. Above her, the gnome stroked himself slowly and watched her with a smirk on his face.

"Fuck, I'm close!" Grog roared, still pounding her relentlessly. Her spasms had almost tipped him over, and he couldn't contain it any longer. He thrusted one final time, burying his shaft in her warm, tight pussy, and released to a chorus of groans and grunts as his face contorted with pleasure.

Keyleth felt his cock pulsing and sending waves of hot cum into her. "Gods, Grog," she mewled into the moss. Then he pulled out, and she sighed, exhausted and bright red in the face as cum dribbled out of her pussy and down her thigh.

Breathing hard, Grog wiped his brow and smiled smugly at the gnome. "Beat dat, Scanlan!"

Scanlan eyed Keyleth. Three orgasms to Grog, and only one to him. He prided himself on being good in bed, but making a girl reach orgasm number seven before he came ... He gulped nervously. "Come on, Scanlan, you can do this. Just eat her out for a few minutes to even the score, no problem," he said to himself as he walked around the boulder to Keyleth's ravaged pussy, which still had Grog's thick cum leaking from it. "On second thoughts, I am so not eating that."

Taking hold of her ass, he pulled her down so that she was kneeling on the hard ground with her head and arms resting against the mossy boulder. Keyleth offered no resistance, still breathing heavily from Grog's rough treatment, and Scanlan took a moment to admire her nubile body from behind, sweat clinging to her pale skin and matting her red hair to her back.

"Are you ready for this, Kiki?" he asked, lining himself up with her folds.

Keyleth nodded weakly. The moss in front of her face was starting to blur, and Scanlan's voice sounded like it was reaching her underwater. Part of her wanted to stop, but a larger part of her now had a taste for pleasure and couldn't wait for more. So when she felt him thrust into her aching pussy, that part of her squealed with delight and pushed her hips backwards to meet him.

"You like that, don't you, Kiki? Not such a size queen now, are you? You just want any cock," Scanlan said, hoping for a reaction. Sure enough, she looked over her shoulder and glared at him. Before she could speak, though, he bucked his hips again and smacked her ass.

Keyleth yelped at the sharp, heady mix of pleasure and pain.

"It's okay, Keyleth, just be a slut," he said, reaching forwards and taking hold of a handful of her long red hair as he began thrusting. "I'm a slut and there's nothing wrong with it."

"I'mmm ... Hm ... Not a slut!" Keyleth moaned despite herself. The word rattled around her brain, mingling with the tingle of her ass where he had spanked her and the steady stream of lust emanating from his pistoning cock to build the pressure in her loins.

"If it moans like a slut and fucks like a slut ..." Scanlan panted. He yanked her hair back, and Keyleth gasped. She couldn't distinguish what felt good from what hurt anymore, only what felt intense, and Scanlan was pushing buttons she hadn't even known existed.

"Ha! More!" She cried out, pushing her ass backwards.

"If it begs like a slut," Scanlan said, squeezing her reddening ass.

"Fucking spank me, Scanlan!"

Crack! Keyleth groaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps now as she teetered on the edge, her brain flooded with every sensation from her body. Even the hard ground against her knees added to the pleasure. "More! Fuck, I'm so close, Scanlan!"

"What are you?"

Keyleth grimaced. "Nnng ... Not a slut."

"You sure, Kiki?" Scanlan raised his hand, teasing her with the possibility of release.

It barely took a second for her to decide. "Fine, I'm a fucking slut! Okay?!"

Crack! The impact rippled up her body, and her breath caught in her throat as she came, hard, eyes rolling up to the sky.

Scanlan didn't let up, though, continuing to buck his hips despite being close to the edge himself. "Come on, Scanlan, you've got one shot at this," he thought to himself. Still holding her by her hair, his free hand went to her ass and extended a stubby finger.

In her orgasmic haze, Keyleth didn't notice what he was doing until it was already done. Out of nowhere, she was suddenly breathless and so very full. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. "Gods, Scanlan, what ...?" she whimpered, collapsing into the mossy boulder.

Another finger joined the first, and she trembled, mouth wide open in a silent cry. Her nipples were so hard they could cut diamonds. There were no words to describe the feeling, only a strange intensity that held her in a vice-like grip and refused to let go. Her body was as tight and tensed as a bowstring.

And then Scanlan's fingers started working their magic as his cock kept up its rhythm, and she snapped. Keening like a wounded animal, she clenched around him, and her body quaked as another orgasm ripped through her before she had had a chance to recover from the last one.

Scanlan quickly pulled out, barely keeping himself back from the edge. That was way too close, but admiring the half-elf's nude, writhing form, it was worth it. He crossed his arms at Grog. "That's how the master does it."

Grog picked his jaw up off the floor. "Well, we're still only tied!"

"Not for long," the gnome smirked. Helping Keyleth off the floor, he laid her back on the boulder and spread her legs.

Keyleth didn't even have the energy to protest. Her eyelids were drooping, leaving her with only a sliver of vision, and her mind felt like it was only attached to her body by a thin thread that could break at any moment. So, when he pushed into her once again, her body moaned and welcomed him in, but her mind registered him as it would a passing butterfly: a pleasant distraction that was quickly forgotten.

Scanlan pumped, trying different angles to hit her G-spot, but he never got more than a soft moan in response. Breathing hard, he narrowed his eyes at Keyleth. "Kiki? Hey, are you still awake?"

"Mhmm?" the half-elf's green eyes fluttered open and she smiled blearily at him. "Hey, Scanlan."

"Hey. Can you do me a really big favor and cum for me?" he asked, his hand moving to her clit and teasing it.

Keyleth shuddered and giggled. "That tickles!"

"Oh, come on, it's not supposed to -- shit," Scanlan muttered. Still thrusting, he reached up and grasped her boobs before playing with her nipples as he had done earlier. She hummed happily, and he felt her walls clench around him a little. Urged on by her reaction, he leaned forwards and took her tit in his mouth before pinching her nipple between his teeth. As she gasped, he slid his hand back to her clit and lightly caressed it.

It was agonizing. No matter how much he rubbed, or pinched, or licked, she barely responded beyond a soft moan or a gasp. He even tried **** her lightly, hoping that would get some kind of reaction, but she just took it without protest. What was worse was that he could tell he was making progress towards her orgasm, just that he was making more towards his own. The only thing that seemed to work at all was giving her hickeys, but he soon ran out of space on her breasts and couldn't reach elsewhere on her body without pulling out or folding awkwardly at the waist.

"Come on, Keyleth," he groaned. "Why can't you just cum already!" As a last resort, he rolled his tongue around his mouth and spat.

Keyleth's breath caught in her throat. The impact of saliva on her bare skin made her legs twitch, and suddenly his hand on her clit was stoking a wildfire in her loins where seconds earlier there had merely been a dull candle. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer, moaning.

Scanlan smiled devilishly. "You like that, Kiki? You like being spat on, slut?" He punctuated the question with another load of spit.

Moaning, her emerald eyes opened and she pleaded for more. He did, thrusting hard while he slowly covered her with spittle, inch by inch. With every drop that landed on her, she felt the heat rising in her body. After six mind-blowing orgasms, the depravity was too much for her. She just wanted to be defiled.

Now that he knew which buttons to press, Scanlan could see the finish line. Breathless, he willed himself to hold out a little longer as he ravaged her clit with one hand and held her steady with the other. Her face was flushed, her moans becoming cries, her body bucking under his, and it still might not be enough. He could only hope that he could press one last button.

"Where do you want my cum, Kiki?" he panted. "Do you want me to fill up that slutty little pussy? Or how about your stomach, so that you can lick it all up afterwards?"

Keyleth moaned. The image of scooping his seed off her belly and pouring it into her mouth called to her like a siren song, born of fantasies that hadn't existed an hour ago. "Stomach," she begged, looking up at him.

The lust in her emerald eyes tipped him over the edge, despite trying to contain it. Grunting, he pulled out and pulsed. "Fuck!" he groaned, hand still glued to her clit.

At the same instant that the first load of cum hit her skin, Keyleth's orgasm boiled over and flooded her with white-hot pleasure. She trembled, feeling seed and spit mingle on her stomach, and moaned for more as her eyes rolled back.

Panting hard, Scanlan moved his hand from her clit to her thigh to steady himself as he milked the last drops from his tip. Exhausted, he staggered backwards and sat on the edge of a spring. Then he flicked Grog a middle finger in triumph. "Fuck you, Grog! I did it!"

Grog didn't hear him. After blowing his load into the lithe redhead, he had watched in amazement as the little gnome gave her three more orgasms. He had watched as Keyleth went from innocent girl to begging slut. And now he watched as the ravaged beauty scooped cum into her mouth like it was her first meal in a week.

"Um, are you okay, twiglet?"

Dangling a rope of cum over her lips, Keyleth looked at him out of the corner of her eye and nodded eagerly. She was more than okay. She was in her element. A lust crept into her eyes as they slid down his body to his cock, and she smirked. Surely a man of his constitution could go again?

Grog looked at Scanlan with a worried expression.

"I think we broke her."