Ventor collects himself.

Ventor collected himself and rose, gingerly extracting himself from your sex. You wince, as a shiver of post-orgasmic pleasure runs through belly when the head of his cock encounters some difficulty clearing your hymen. With a sudden jerk, Ventor's member clears your maidenhead, sending a shock of pleasure down your legs, as you gasp and your feet contract violently, as you began to cum again, this time uncontrollably. It was a gentle, long orgasm, like the ebb tide. You feel a sudden wetness as the cum his member had held in place against your cervix suddenly rushes into your pussy. It's warm, and as you flex the walls of your sex, you can feel it stick to the sides. It's the human in you, but you cannot help but feel even hornier as the knowledge that a male had inseminated you hits home.

While Master Ventor shuffled around and you continued to writhe in pleasure, you slip your panties back over your quim. There's so much... how much cum did Ventor pump into me? You wonder. You sink back into the ottoman, letting your love juices and Ventor's cum leak out of your well-fucked hole and into the tiny strand of cloth shielding your unprotected pussy from the dangerous, dangerous world.

The thin strap of cloth was barely enough to completely cover your sex, and the firm, puffy lips of your swollen labia were clearly visible on either side of the cloth. Immediately, a wet spot formed on the black fabric. This was the opposite of what you wanted - the last thing you wanted was a pregnancy resulting from a coupling with Ventor. And though your demigodly resilience and immune response would put up a valiant fight against Ventor's invading swimmers, more likely than not, Ventor's insemination of your womb would require magical intervention. Ventor, after all, was also a Druchire of an immensely powerful bloodline. Even in his decrepit state, there was no guarantee that his seed could not overcome your body's defenses. Just to be safe: a quick spell would terminate the pregnancy - with the only caveat that you dealt with it in a day or so. Any longer, and well... you preferred not to think about the unnatural alternative. A bad memory crept into your mind and you dispelled it immediately.

For now, you reached down and pulled your panties up tightly - so tightly so as to prevent any cum from escaping. You'll take care of the pregnancy later; you could enjoy the fantasy of being impregnated now. It was another bad habit that you had picked up during your brief tryst with Ghoruk. After he caught you pushing his cum out of your pussy after rutting, he **** you to put your panties back on, so as to prevent as much of his seed from escaping, and to ensure that his cum had a greater chance to **** your unprotected egg. You hated it at first, but you grew to become addicted to the sensation. Having no concern for the nether infections that would have affected females of other species had they done the same, you've ruined many a pair of underwear this way.

While the feeling of wet fabric against your vulva was uncomfortable, you secretly relished the sight of thick, sticky man-batter leaking into your small clothes. For you and many other Druchire women, thick strands of cum bubbling out of your cunts and running down your thighs were a mark of honor: you had been fucked, possibly impregnated, your rival she-elves had not. Druchire, as a culture, did not shun promiscuity in women. In fact, in the early days of your race (when there were enough Druchire for the half-blood elves to call themselves a people), such licentious, libertine behavior was encouraged. Your people were a rare breed, she-elves were valued for their ability to reproduce. Given Druchire's natural resilience, endurance, and healing factor, the only difficult part about pregnancy was the inconvenience a swollen belly presented to the mother. It was only in the recent century that wantonly slutty behavior became taboo - and only because of the Druchire's newfound obsession with preserving a perfect balance between human and elven blood.

Thus, the somewhat twisted modern trend has been that it's good to present yourself as having been fucked silly and it was fine to be impregnated by anyone but a human or an elf. In other words, as long as you did not allow yourself to bear child with the wrong human or elf and mess up the bloodline, you could fuck whomever you wished. And there were many in the world who would gladly fuck a young, nubile dark elf woman.

A sudden, orgasmic contraction in your womb **** a jet of cum out of your pussy. Your panties, as saturated as they were with semen, could take no more, and the forcefulness of the jet directed the cum up and into your toned belly. You reached down, scooped some of the cum onto a finger, and dipped it into your mouth. It was of an odd consistency and tasted strangely familiar, different from Ventor's usually thin, watery loads.

Before you can peel away your now-gooey panties for a closer look, Master Ventor fell face forward into the floor.

Alarmed, you bolt up. The gooey cum threatened to overflow past the panty-dam between your legs. "Master Ventor? Master Ventor!"

No response. You tiptoed closer to him, but... nothing. You placed two fingers at his neck and recoil in horror.

Master Ventor was dead.