Adventure party

Uldarunu sat hugging her sister in the damp cave, the two of them were chained to a stake driven deeply into the dark earth. The former male ranger feeling utterly disgusted by what had happened to her, closing her eyes she could see the ugly little Goblin's gloating face. As he orgasmed into her new sex over and over again, the memory both shocked and aroused her. And although it have barely been half an hour, she could already feel the craving for more of that Goblin cum gnarling at her mind. As a ranger Uldarunu had heard about how addictive it could be, but had been unprepared for just how much it had changed her. She still felt guilty about begging her ugly little molester to breed her, but at the time had been unable to stop herself from doing it. Now thought it totally sickened her that she had done so, part of her hoped the Goblin would get himself killed. And yet another part of her was hoping he would return very soon, was wanting him to breed her over and over again. “We... we have to escape.” Uldarunu moaned glancing over at her sister, who was busy breast feeding two swiftly growing Goblin babies. “Just... just as soon as... as he fills me up again...”

Miles away Kazex crept through the bushes, as he circled around the small group of elves. Listening to them as the talked about Uldarunu, two of them were worried about the ranger. A older female who was cooking a pot of stew over the camp fire, as the four of them sat around sipping elven wine from a wine-skin. “He should have been back hours ago.” Aerin pointed out, while adding a few dried herbs into the softly bubbling stew as a slender leather clad rogue took a long drink of wine.

“I've heard Orc bands sometimes come down out of the mountains sometimes.” Cirdan pointed out, as across the fire a heavily armored high elf waved one hand dismissively.

“There is nothing in this forest Uldarunu need be afraid of... he can easily handle twenty Orc's. Isn't that right Earendil.” The pretty high elf female answered with a roll of her shoulders, as the other chain-mail clad elf warrior beside her nodded.

“Oh yes... I've seen him take down Gnoll hunting parties without breaking a sweat... I doubt there is a single thing in this whole forest that could get the best of him.” The chain-mail clad warrior answered with a smile, flashing Aredhel a sly leering look as the heavily armored female rolled her shoulders again. “I'm sure he'll be back before the moon is high, now why don't we take our armor off and get comfortable.” And with that the two high elves strolled off into their tent, leaving the two wood elves by the fire.

“Well I'm going to need more wood for the fire...” Aerin announced flashing the younger rogue a soft smile, as Cirdan sat up meeting her glaze for a moment. “Would you like to help me gather it?”

“Well... sure if you'd like my help...” The grinning rogue agreed, glancing over at the sizable pile of wood by the fire. Before stand up and following Aerin into the bushes going down towards the steam, as Kazex starred at the stew pot as he sat there bubbling softly.