Composure

A hint of a smile touched the corners of her lip as a rainbow of emotions shifted on her face. Even in the dim light I could see her face light up with a wicked glee, no doubt thinking of the **** she was about to inflict on me. She drew her arms lovingly around Owen's legs hugging him before tightening her grip. Her smile widened into an evil grin. Entranced, like a cat before a laser pointer she flicked her glance back and forth from the horror apparent in my eyes and Owen's cock as if deciding which was the greatest toy. Emma bit down on her lip as a barely restrained heady giddy giggle escaped her mouth before settling into Eliona's dispassionate analysis

"What a disgrace. The condition of your dagger. Do you do any maintenance at all?"" Emma stated with scorn in her tone as her narrowed eyes travelled up and down Owen's cock. "Clearly I'm the superior rogue -"

Owen scoffed and snickered lecherously as he thrust his hips forward his cock stabbing into her cheek mid sentence. "Take in the pure pheromones of a real man, a real rogue."

For the briefest of moments, her eyes met mine as her mouth opened. Still locked on me, she took Owen's cock in her mouth. He groaned as she slowly worked the entire thing into her mouth as she pumped her hand up and down the base of his cock. I cringed as I heard the sucking noises and wet smacks as she casually sucked him off as if it were a normal thing to be doing in the audience of hungry wolves.

Was she still playing a character?

Was this still an act for me?

I could see her change. Her face warping from the cold dispassion, becoming one of lustful excitement.

It broke.

Emma's composure broke like a dam.

Lust unleashed

She pressed her cheeks upwards against Owen's balls nuzzling him like cat with her favourite play toy cooing unintelligibly. Owen's cock hung over her face casting a shadow across the entire length of her face. Owen grabbed a fistful of her hair roughly forcing her face upwards into his hairy balls. Emma offered no offered resistance as she breathed in heavily and dove in rubbing her nose against his balls. Owen let out a war whoop as he rubbed his balls up against Emma's face. Her face was lost to my view as the forest of pubic hair enveloped her. Owen's cock slapped onto her face with a wet noise. Each testicle swelling against her face as her tongue lapped beneath his balls at his taint.

"Looks like the rumours were true after all, she's a slut, all elves are sluts" Owen sneered, "Show them, show the tavern what you are, tell them what you are"

"I'm a slut" Emma panted all pretense lost as she buried herself deeper into the role and deeper into the mass of hair, breathing in heavily as she rubbed herself under her skirt furiously. Owen preened as he roughly shoved her around, giving each of us a view of Emma's debasement.

"This is who she really is" He said looking at me gloating. "Suck my balls you fucking whore, you're gonna be our whore from now on"

With a backwards glance Emma over her shoulder she opened her mouth, salivating, lips moist with hunger. She took each of them into her mouth one at a time without hesitation, a grotesque popping noise ringing through the deathly silence. She slathered saliva and drool all over. She looked at me, still the picture of innocence and beauty despite her face bulging like an engorged chipmunk's cheeks. Through the wet hair framing her visage I could see her face flushing with a deeper red exhilaration at my despair. She broke away from, him taking in a deep breath, drool dripping from her red lips before throwing herself at him again.

"Still - so - dry" She panted frustrated, between each slurp of his testicles. She pulled back disappointment in her face. She looked up at Owen pleading. "There's not enough"

"I think I need your special human oil"

"Oil?"

She met my eyes.

"Spit on me"

Author's Note:

.... Too much ... ? I definitely hate myself writing this one and the things it did to me.