Surrender to the desire

Aerin lay back on her bed roll, listening to the moaned and lustful words coming from the next tent. She had never heard Aredhel and Earendil make so such loud passionate love in the time she had known them. The middle aged Cleric had pulled her night gown up, and was stroking her own sex which was feeling shockingly needy. Considering that she had let Cirdan fuck it, no more than half and hour before. The night was proving strangely erotic, in point of fact Aredhel had always given off the appearance of a cold fish in the sexual department. Poor Earendil was always soooooo pent up, it was nice to hear him grunting and gasping so ardently. It sounded like he was getting rode very roughly, his moans and squeals had taken on a high pitch tone that sounded almost feminine.

'Oh my gods... Oh my gods... Yes... Yes!' It was hard to tell who was moaning that, it kind of sounded like Earendil yet was so high pitched and feminine that it could have been Aredhel. Suddenly a gruff lust filled deeply masculine voice growled, just the tone of it sending shivers racing down the listening Cleric's spine. 'That's right my pretty breeding sow... I'm going to fill your belly full of my seed. You are going to birth a whole new tribe of my offspring...'

"Ammm... Yes that's what I need!" Aerin moaned under her breath, never before had the devout Cleric ever considered birthing offspring. Yet there was something about that voice, a kind of power that was overriding everything she normally held dear. "Wait... wait... wha... what is this?" Aerin moaned, as the air was filled with soft wet 'Smuck Smuck Smucking' sounds as the elfin Cleric fingered her damp sex faster and faster. "This... this isn't right..." Aerin moaned struggling to stop pleasuring herself, even as the need to be filled grew strong within her body. "Something... something is happening... need to... need to get fuc... need to warn the others..." Climbing to her feet Aerin staggered out of her tent, quickly moving over to the opening of the tented shared by Aredhel and Earendil. Pulling the tent flap back she frozen in shock at what she saw... Aredhel was laying there naked her slender body covered in sweat. A thick river of slimy sperm leaking from his red abused looking sex, while across from her Earendil lay back with a short green skinned... 'Is that a Goblin?' A tremble of fear and disgust raced through her, she knew about the potions Goblins used of course. Knew about the way they **** fed those potions to captured females, turning them into heat fill baby factories.

"I've got to get away... got to get away..." Aerin mumbled weakly under her breath, her brain telling her to turn and run. Yet her body utterly betraying her, stumbling forwards... stripping off her night gown as she knelt down. Pressing her mouth to Aredhel's leaking sex, licking and sucking the thick Goblin cream out of that flaming hot sex. Even as beside her she heard that deeply masculine voice chuckle lewdly, it made her skin crawl yet at the same-time made her aching sex dribble wetly.