Elven Wife's Monster Menage

Peut tu m'aider à crée un histoires avec plusieurs chapitres ,l'histoire d'une elf qui doit coucher avec des monstres (ogre,troll,etc) devant son mari dans sa maison pour sauver son peuple d'une invasions mais elle va commencer à aimer les grosses bites et son mari va devenir un sissycuck qui aime le sperme,sucer (le sperme dans la chatte de sa femme et des bites avant et après),nettoyer et préparer sa femme pour être baiser et aussi se faire baiser. Mais leur chutent ne serra que le dernier mais le début de la chute des elfs. Ils vont être enceinte et les hommes vont devenir des sissycuck. Les elfs vont être pris comme des bouts de viande,des putes et des défouloir. Avec plus dialogue surtout humiliant, plus détail sur les scène de sexe avec plus de position,en expliquant les positions,Plus de humiliation,plus de scène de sexe zoophilie et pédophiles et plus dialogue, plus détail sur la morphologie,la transformation,le milieu,etc. Plus de détail sur les scène de sexe avec plus de dérive comme double ou plus pénétration,servir de wc,urinoir,defecter, orgie,Plus de sperme,éjaculation. Plus de détail sur les scène de sexe zoophilie et pédophiles et plus dialogue tout en gardant surtout une cohérence de l'histoire. Je veux qu' il soit captivant,passionant,attractive,etc. Plus De développement du monde des personnages des désirs cachés et plus particulièrement les scène de sexe.

In the heart of the ancient Elven forest of Ealdholt, Eolande stood in the dim light of their cabin, her heart pounding. Her husband, Lyndor, watched her with a mix of fear and resignation. The ogre, Gritlong, filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking out the moonlight. His cock, already hard and thick, pulsed with anticipation. It was at least a foot long, veined and dripping with pre-cum. "Tonight, elf," Gritlong rumbled, "you serve your purpose. Your people's survival depends on your pussy and your obedience." Eolande's breath hitched as she glanced at Lyndor. He nodded weakly, his eyes flickering with a strange mix of humiliation and arousal. She turned back to Gritlong, her cheeks flushing as she took in his massive form. His muscles rippled under his moss-like skin, and his eyes glowed with a primal hunger. "On your knees, elf," Gritlong commanded, his voice a low growl. Eolande complied, her heart racing. She looked up at the ogre, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. Gritlong's cock twitched, and a drop of pre-cum fell onto Eolande's cheek. She hesitated for a moment before tentatively licking it off, her tongue tingling at the salty taste. Lyndor watched, his eyes fixed on his wife's lips wrapped around the ogre's cock. He could feel his own arousal growing, a strange mix of humiliation and excitement coursing through him. Gritlong groaned, his hands tangling in Eolande's hair as she took more of him into her mouth. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she kept going, determined to save her people. Gritlong pulled her off his cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. "Enough," he grunted. "I want your pussy." Eolande stood up, her body trembling. She looked at Lyndor, who nodded again, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and humiliation. She turned back to Gritlong, her breath hitching as she saw the ogre's massive cock. She lay down on the furs, spreading her legs wide. Gritlong loomed over her, his cock poised at her entrance. Lyndor watched, his heart pounding as the ogre's cock disappeared into his wife's pussy. Eolande gasped, her eyes widening at the stretch. Gritlong groaned, his hips moving slowly as he began to fuck her, his massive cock filling her completely. Eolande's moans filled the cabin, a mix of pain and pleasure as the ogre's cock hit spots she never knew existed.

Eolande's nails dug into the furs as Gritlong's hips began to move with more force, his massive cock stretching her wide. She could feel every ridge, every vein as it slid in and out of her, her body struggling to accommodate his size. Her hips lifted, meeting his thrusts, her body betraying her mind's resistance. Gritlong's breath came in ragged grunts, his eyes locked onto where their bodies joined. "Look at that pussy take my cock," Gritlong rumbled, his voice thick with lust. "So tight, so wet. Your husband knows you like this, elf. He knows you need it." Lyndor, still standing, was breathing heavily, his hand rubbing his own cock through his pants. His eyes were glued to the obscene sight of his wife being fucked by the ogre. Eolande's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Gritlong's thrusts. She could feel her body coiling, the pleasure building to a peak she couldn't control. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. Just then, Gritlong's strong fingers pinched and tugged a nipple. "Fuck!" she cried out, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. Gritlong grunted, his hips slamming into hers as he chased his own release. Eolande could feel his cock throbbing, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. With a final, deep thrust, he roared, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky seed. Eolande panted, her body slick with sweat. She could feel Gritlong's cum dripping out of her, mixing with her own arousal. The ogre pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening. He turned to Lyndor, a cruel smile on his face. "Clean her up, elf. Make her ready for the next one." Lyndor hesitated for a moment before moving to the bed. He looked into Eolande's eyes, seeing a mix of pleasure and humiliation reflected back at him. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he began to lick and suck the cum from his wife's pussy, his tongue darting in and out, cleaning every last drop. Eolande moaned softly, her body still sensitive from the ogre's rough lovemaking. She looked at Lyndor, seeing the submissive sparkle in his eyes.

Eolande's eyes fluttered closed as Lyndor's tongue delved into her. Her senses were acute—she could almost taste the mix of her juices and Gritlong's cum, salty and thick on Lyndor's tongue. Every lap sent shivers through her, her clit throbbing with each delicate touch of his lips. She felt the warmth of Lyndor's breath on her thighs, his eager tongue tracing patterns around her sensitive folds. He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't rough, either—he was driven, his tongue flicking and probing with a fervor that surprised her. She could feel the delays, the pauses, as he savored every drop, his moans vibrating against her flesh. Lyndor's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped at the sharp pain, her hips bucking against his mouth. He growled, the sound muffled against her skin, and doubled his efforts. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her. The cabin was filled with the wet sounds of Lyndor's tongue, the squelching of her arousal as he pushed his tongue deep inside her. She could feel the tension building again, her body betraying her as she neared another orgasm. Lyndor's tongue circled her clit, his lips sucking gently, and she cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lyndor didn't stop, his tongue continuing to lap at her, drawing out every last shudder and moan. She could feel Gritlong's eyes on them, his presence a constant reminder of their situation. But in that moment, with Lyndor's tongue inside her, she didn't care. She was lost in the sensations, her body alive with pleasure. She let out a long, shuddering breath, her body slick with sweat and her mind hazy with lust. Lyndor finally pulled away, his chin glistening with her juices. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of submission and desire.

Eolande reached down, her fingers tangling in Lyndor's hair, pulling his face closer. She grinded against his mouth, chasing the remnants of her climax. His tongue flicked out, teasing her swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel every ridge of his tongue, every soft touch of his lips. Lyndor's hands slid under her, gripping her ass, pulling her harder against his mouth. His tongue pushed into her, tasting every inch of her pussy. She could feel his teeth, gentle grazes that sent electric shocks through her. Her breath hitched as he sucked her clit into his mouth, the suction intense, drawing out more wetness. She could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth on her, feel the vibration of his moans against her sensitive flesh. Her hips moved on their own, riding his face, using his mouth for her pleasure. She could feel the sweat dripping down her body, the cool air of the cabin against her heated skin. Lyndor's tongue was relentless, his lips and teeth and chin all working in tandem to drive her wild. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. The taste of her arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the scent of Gritlong's cum. She could feel the ogre's eyes on her, watching Lyndor clean her, watching her react to his husband's tongue. The humiliation mixed with the pleasure, heightening her senses, making her more aware of every touch, every lick, every suck. Lyndor's fingers dug into her flesh, his tongue swirling around her clit, his lips sucking hard. She cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel Lyndor's tongue slow, his licks gentler, drawing out every last tremor. Her body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her mind a haze of pleasure and sensation. She looked down at Lyndor, his face shiny, his eyes glazed with lust and submission. "Enough," she whispered, her voice hoarse. She reached down, her fingers tracing his lips, feeling the wetness there. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. She could feel Gritlong moving behind her, his massive presence a stark reminder of what was to come. But for now, she was content to revel in the afterglow, her body sated and limp, her mind hazy with lust. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Lyndor's hair, pulling his face closer. She ground against his mouth, chasing the remnants of her climax. His tongue flicked out, teasing her swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel every ridge of his tongue, every soft touch of his lips. Lyndor's hands slid under her, gripping her ass, pulling her harder against his mouth. His tongue pushed into her, tasting every inch of her pussy.

Gritlong breathed loud, ragged breaths in the gloomy cabin, his eyes piercing the dim light, locked onto Lyndor's head between Eolande's thighs. The ogre's massive form shifted, the creak of his bones and the rustle of his furs filling the silence between Lyndor's eager slurps. "Fuck, Lyndor," Eolande moaned, her voice echoing in the small space. "Your tongue... it's like... fuck, it's incredible." Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. Her body was slick with sweat, glistening in the faint light filtering through the cracks in the cabin walls. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a mix of her arousal and the lingering smell of Gritlong's cum. Lyndor pulled back slightly, his chin glistening, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "You taste so fucking good, Eolande," he groaned, his voice muffled. His tongue flicked out, tracing lazy patterns around her clit. "I could eat you out all day." Gritlong grunted, his massive hands fisting at his sides. "Eat her good, slave," he rumbled, his voice a deep growl. "Make her scream." Eolande's breath hitched at the ogre's words, her body responding instantly. Her hips bucked, grinding against Lyndor's mouth. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Eat me, Lyndor. Make me come again." Lyndor growled, the sound vibrating against her clit. He dove back in, his tongue pushing deep inside her, tasting, exploring. His fingers, slick with her juices, trailed down to her ass, circling her tight hole. She tensed for a moment, then pushed back against him, inviting more. His finger pressed in, slowly, gently, stretching her, filling her. The cabin filled with the wet sounds of their fucking, the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of Lyndor's fingers in her ass, the slap of his tongue against her pussy. Eolande's moans echoed around them, her body writhing, her hips bucking, her fingers gripping Lyndor's hair tightly. She was lost in the sensation, her body a playground of pleasure, her mind a haze of lust and desire. The cabin's rough walls and dim light faded away, leaving only the three of them, lost in their carnal dance.

She could catch every subtle movement of Lyndor's mouth as he began to stroke her again, his hunger unabated. He sucked her clit between his lips, the pressure exquisite, and rolled his tongue over the sensitive bud. She hissed, her body jolting from the intense sensation. His hands moved from her ass, sliding up her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine. Gritlong's voice rumbled from behind her, "Turn her over, make her take it all." Lyndor complied without hesitation, his strong hands flipping her onto her stomach. He gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her knees, her ass in the air. She could feel the cool air on her exposed pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs. She looked back at Lyndor, his eyes locked on her ass, his tongue sweeping over his lips. Lyndor positioned himself behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks. She could feel his breath on her, hot and eager. His tongue flicked out, tracing the crack of her ass, sending shivers down her spine. He moved lower, his tongue circling her asshole, the sensation foreign but intense. She gasped, her body tensing as he probed gently, his tongue pushing slightly inside. She could hear Gritlong moving closer, his heavy footsteps echoing in the cabin. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, his massive cock hard and ready. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand. She could feel Lyndor's tongue moving lower, his lips wrapping around her pussy, sucking gently. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. Lyndor's fingers dug into her flesh, his tongue lapping at her clit and she begged him, loudly, "Fuck me. I want you inside me." Lyndor growled, the sound primal and hungry. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and throbbing. He pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. She moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation of fullness almost too much to bear.