You get to throatfuck slime monsters, obviously.

(Featured image: Art from "I Roved Out in Search of Truth and Love" by Alexis Flower)

To say Fol-lhee didn't have a throat would be to sort of miss the point. They had a face, and seemed able enough to constrict their jelly however they pleased. So a firm, wet tunnel -absolutely- did form around David's swelling cockmeat while he bashed his hips into the hot, blue slime.

The harsh **** wasn't accompanied by the usual snorting and gagging that had become like music to David's ears – but the feeling was sensational, regardless. His fingers pressed into the warm jelly of the elf-like head, but never sunk below the surface. Instead, Fol-lhee quivered and squashed, and their tits smacked against David's thighs while he rutted like an ox.

"Kid's got gusto," clay-man hooted, rolling Kana onto her back in the grass and leaves. The water-goat's cock slipped from her face again and she grabbed it to start stroking. He made some low, groaning sounds as he watched a huge reddish cock stuff the elf's guts, and **** her tits to flop around her chest.

Lealen pretended not to be interested, humming to herself with her eyes closed on the nearby log. Even just her humming stirred up David's cum factories. His thick nuts clobbered the slimy chest in front of him, throwing blue goo everywhere while they swung back and forth. The orb at Fol-lhee's core flickered and glowed brighter, and a breathy, high-pitched sound urged him on toward orgasm.

"Uugghhh – fuck yessss…" the lanky man-spirit tossed his head back, humping harder and faster.

"Fill me, mas-ken," the slime cooed, and David's nuts gurgled, drawing up tight. He glanced down just as the first thick ropes blasted into the blue "throat" beneath him. They swirled like sprays of ink into water, gathering around the brightly glowing orb. His hips kept spasming as he rocketed 6, 7, 8 heavy streams of jizz, watching them fill the space behind the pair of huge, slimy tits.

When he was done, panting and feeling spent, Fol-lhee slipped their face from his crotch and stood with a satisfied pseudo-smile. "I am grateful," it cooed, while the orb slowly drew in the whirling bath of hot soul-cum.

"You–uh, you're welcome?" He wasn't used to being thanked for facefucking and jizzing down anyone's neck. But this was a first for a lot of things.

"Yes! Fuck – harder!" Kana had her legs wrapped around clay-man's giant hips, while he bashed her snatch like he wanted to break it. The water-goat let out a horny bleating sound, and his slippery prick sprayed a cloudy, pale substance over the elf's face.

Apparently that pushed clay-man over the edge, and he roared like some kind of ghost viking, burying himself to the hilt and erupting into her womb. Kana howled through stringy lips, unable to see with the goat load covering her eyes and trickling into her short, auburn hair.

Still, she flailed her hands up to grasp at the thick neck looming over her, while cum fountained into her and glugged from her battered cunt. Her soft belly took on a bit of a swell while the huge, red stopper kept everything inside. But once he pulled out, the creamy mess flooded her thighs and the grass below.

David was legitimately hoping that his huge load would bring Fatty back, but she didn't appear as he looked around the camp. Feeling a little dejected, and a lot orgasm-exhausted, he asked if he could lay down somewhere. Fol-lhee was happy to show him to some flat beds made from piles of leaves, beneath a sort of gazebo fashioned from palm fronds, and he knocked out almost as soon as his head touched the ground.

When he woke up, no idea how long later, something warm and soft was nestled against him. He groggily blinked his eyes open, able to make out that the camp was dark, and the pinkish fire was still burning. The body pressed against him was sticky, and plump, and he thought for a moment it was the slime again.

But the heavy tit he felt when he moved his hand was too small, and had a normal nipple at the tip. He craned his neck back a bit and could see a pointed ear poking out from the hair tickling his face.

"Eh… Kana?" He croaked.

"Hm?" The elf girl was naked, coated with all kinds of spunk, nestled against him with her ass warming his cock. She sounded half-asleep, too, and he wondered how long she'd been there.

"What are…"

"You looked sad, thought I'd keep you company until your Fatty comes back."

"She's not my…" He didn't know what she was, so he trailed off and let his head fall back down, too tired to think.

"Wanna go look for her?"

David lifted his head again, looking at the pointy ear in front of him. Kana's arms were wrapped around his, pressing his hands against her tits. "Like, around here?"

"She's probably not here, but we could look other places."

"How? I thought we're like, stranded?"

"Not stranded," she chuckled, "just between. We can leave if you want to. I know how to get back."

David considered it, gears turning rustily inside his bald head. Was it safe? What if she came for him while he was gone? What if he got gobbled up?

"Aren't there like, shades and shit out there?" He couldn't resist subtly rubbing and squeezing her tit while his cock lengthened down the crack of her ass.

"Yeah, but if you know what to look for it's not too bad. Besides, what's **** without a little adventure?" Even without seeing her face it sounded like she was smiling. Mischievous. She rolled over in his arms and his cock slid against her bristly puss. "Don't you wanna explore a little? And find your friend?"

Her eyes were a jade green color, bright even in the dark, and she looked like the picture of positivity. Her tits were flopped against him, warm and soft and comforting.

"S-sure – yeah, definitely. But, where would we go?"