Examine the clearing

Duncan pushes through the vegetation that separates him from the clearing up ahead. As he makes his way toward it, he is grateful to hear the sounds of the Felechons’ cries of passion subside in the natural soundproofing of the forest.

Felixia’s screams, urging Norax thrust deeper, made Duncan wonder how the tiny creature could possibly hold up under the obscenely-large penis of her male counterpart. “I suppose it has something to do with her magical nature,” he reasons. He pictures the Felechon’s vagina somehow magically shape-shifting into a massive hollow tube that hungrily yard after yard of Norax’s unrelenting pecker.

Duncan shakes his head, as if to drive the thought out of his mind. Despite the unreality of the situation, he finds himself increasingly aroused. It might have something to do with the way Felixia’s loud, passionate cries remind him of that barmaid he and Stewart shared a couple of years ago. The two young princes picked her up during an outing into town, and it took little persuasion to entice her into a threesome in the alley behind the tavern. Truth be known, it hadn’t started out to be a threesome; the princes were just going to take turns with the young woman. When she proved herself to be a screamer, however, and her loud, insistent demands for Stewart to, “Fuck me like the slut I am!’ threatened to bring unwanted attention from passing pedestrians, Duncan was left with **** but to silence her screaming by giving her mouth something else to do.

He emerges through the thicket and finds himself in the clearing. The area is peaceful, surrounded by trees and bushes that block out the pornographic cries of Felixia and Norax, while also affording Duncan a nice measure of solitude from anyone who might happen to wander by. The only thing in the clearing is a large shrub next to a sizable boulder in the center. The shrub is graced with a beautiful purple flower. The size of the flower itself is worthy of attention. The span of the flower’s petals would easily allow a grown man to wrap himself inside. The color and fragrance of the bloom is enthralling, and Duncan soon finds himself feeling quite relaxed.

Well, not all of him is relaxed. The arousal he was experiencing as he mentally relived spitroasting the barmaid with his brother has only intensified. As much as he would love to relive the experience again for real, the absence of wanton barmaids means if he is going to revisit her sensuous mouth, it’s going to be in his imagination. On a positive note, this clearing provides all the privacy he would need to — well — take such a task “in hand.”