Elf stolen

Your elven companion stammers and blushes when Hashat towers over her, cheeks immediately burning red. Hashat blinks in surprise when she seems to be actually terrifying the little thing. "W-woah, hey there cutie. I uh, I ain't gonna hurt you or anything I just..." she clears her throat, "Would you like to join me for round two?"

You have no doubt that up close the animal scent of fucking that bleeds off of Hashat must be utterly intoxicating, but now it has to contest with the elven princess' natural nervousness. "You’re really pretty," she adds. Apparently it helps that she goes completely still with nothing but a hard cock on display with her eyes averted and hands behind her head, as she eventually reaches for the prick on display and gives it a slow stroke.

"I am?" Ryn eventually asks; although she’s still blushing bright red there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips.

Hashat moans approvingly, urging Ethryn on until she adds a second hand. Precum immediately coats the elf’s hands, and she has to gently kneel down just to get a good jerk from base-to-tip. With a sigh you settle down and opt to watch the show and touch yourself, making sure to get nice and comfortable first. It’s honestly not that common that you get to watch an elven princess get her asshole devastated by an amazonian Marefolk, go figure.

The horny mare begins stripping Ethryn down with surprising delicacy considering the sheer size of her fingers, grinning as she bares tender flesh to the air and sees her nipples already growing hard.

At least until her nose wrinkles up in surprise. "A chastity belt?"

Etheryn blushes and clears her throat "I-I uh, yes, s-sorry. I’m a princess and my sister, uh... she doesn't want me to—"

Hashat reels as though struck "A princess?!" her hands capture Etheryn’s own and bring them to her lips for a kiss. "We can solve this chastity problem, become one with my harem, carry my children!" Fortunately the cage on her coupled with proximity to the mare’s unique sexual scent has her too horny to be spooked by her sudden forwardness. Instead she only blushes and slips her hands away and returns them to Hashat’s cock. Although there’s a faint frown on the Marefolk’s face, there are many worse ways to be rejected than with sex.

It takes a few more minutes of horny fondling before the two are completely nude, and then comes choosing a position to take Etheryn from. There’s some squirming around — and a little tickled giggling out of Etheryn — before they finally settle into position. Hashat gets down onto her knees, which only serves to make her muscular legs flex impressively before spreading them slightly to make the perfect seat for Ryn. Your little elf tries to climb on, before gasping when the Marefolk turns her around so that she’s facing outwards and towards you. She slips her hands beneath the elf’s knees and lifts her up until she’s balancing on Hashat’s flared horse-cock.

Both of them are breathing heavily, and even from as far back as you are — with your hand wrapped around your bestial shaft — you can smell the raw animal fuck pouring off of her. Up close it has to be utterly intoxicating for poor horny Ryn. Still, they don’t seem perfectly ready until the elf throws her arms back over her head, gripping one horn tightly for leverage while the other goes around the back of Hashat’s head so that the Marefolk can moan into a pointed ear. The rise and fall of their chests is as much an enticing sight too, drawing out the motion while Hashat’s balls all but pulse in anticipation of breaking this princess in.

Breaching her ring with that flared equine head seems to be the first challenge, but luckily after getting such a nice jerking it’s already well lubricated and more precum continues to flow in anticipation. You can see beads of cream form as they both strain under the pressure. And then suddenly there’s that perfect moment of give and the first inch sinks in. Ryn’s eyes roll back with a high-pitched squeal while the Marefolk whinnies softly in her ear. The little elf’s cock twitches too, already oozing liquid without even having had her p-spot crushed by Hashat’s prick... you’re sure it’s about to get a lot messier in a few inches.

It looks more like Ryn’s going to have the breath knocked out of her, expression already glazed over with mind-broken pleasure as she stretches to accommodate. The next couple of inches fed into her are an abrupt thing that has them both shuddering and moaning into each other, and your own body is so highly-strung now that you’re up on your own knees while you touch yourself.

There’s just not enough room in the — admittedly stretchy — elf to actually bottom out on Hashat, and when they come to a halt about nine inches down she squirts out cum that’s literally forced out by cock-centric force pushing down on her prostate. The grip she has on the Marefolk’s horned head only grows harder, and then when her eyes catch sight of you getting off to their show she only shivers more. The nibble she gives to her lower lip is an almost coquettish thing before she breaks into another high-pitched squeal of pleasure as Hashat raises her up once more. It probably feels more like the well-hung stallion’s turning her inside out, dragging her way past over-sensitive stretched walls and not stopping until her flared head is once more only barely keeping her asshole spread open.

"Give... second..." Ryn gasps, leaning her head back so that she can bury it into Hashat’s neck and breathe her in deeply. Her little cock’s still twitching from the fake orgasm, oozing elven cream from mostly-full balls that trickles down until it’s making Hashat’s weighty sack all but glisten. Hashat to your surprise waits patiently, even though her equine tail is flipping nervously from side to side.

"Enjoying the show, buddy?" Hashat leers over Ryn, licking her lips before gasping again at some unseen spasming of internal elven muscles clamping down on her. Your enthusiastic groan is totally drowned out when the Marefolk takes this sudden squeezing as an invitation to resume and starts to bounce the elf in her lap. The amazonian equine moans sweet nothings into Ryn’s ear, but you’re sure you can hear ‘good girl' and ‘beautiful' in the spaces when Ryn has to stop squealing in order to breathe.

Her cute, girly tits jiggle in time with Hashat’s on every descent, all but hypnotizing you alongside the sound of frothed-up precum squirting out around the tight seal of dick and asshole. By this point your hand is a sticky mess of sexual fluids, a blur of jerking that’s accompanied by the sound of your palm slapping down in time with each descent of elven ring on horsey cock. You can just about make out the drip of moisture from Hashat’s obscured cunt-lips as the rest of her body gets in on the excitement, and adding their scent to the horny musk already alive in the air.

Etheryn’s bliss seems all-encompassing by now, giving up on moaning as her asshole’s bred by the horny Mare. You’re pretty sure she’s already cum for real, perhaps multiple times judging by the ivory spooge that covers her lower half. Hashat on the other hand has thus-far managed to hold out pretty well, making sure her petite elven lover is drained dry before getting her own liquid injection.

You can see that she’s close to her limit now though; each time Etheryn drops down her balls hug upwards, looking larger than before with unspent seed. Similarly the precum that’s being fucked out of her now-gaping ass looks even thicker and creamier than before.

Much to Hashat’s surprise, Etheryn’s tugging hand on her horn joins forces with the one behind her head to turn the Marefolk’s face down towards her own. Her eyes go wide when a dainty elven tongue is crammed into her mouth with a deep needy moan, before settling into lusty half-lids while she reciprocates. The illusion of control is shattered pretty quickly once Hashat’s tongue becomes the one doing the invading, sinking into Ryn’s mouth and exploring while she mumbles "please, please" over and over again.

It looks like their show is about to come to a messy finish, and your own body is about ready to join in enthusiastically. Hashat lets out a loud whinny, throwing her head back nearly hard enough to break Ryn’s grip on her while her balls visibly pulse. The first surge of cum swells her cock at the base as it fights to get past the wicked tightness of Ryn’s ring, but the pressure isn’t one to be denied. That last little stretch as it blasts past her asshole is enough to completely finish the Elf off, and the last orgasm it milks out of her is a tiny aftershock of a thing that barely adds to the lurid mess she’s made of herself. Still, the noises she makes are more than enough to make up for it.

Rope after rope of hot horsecum is fired off into her waiting guts, no doubt stuffing her to the brim — and further, judging by the way her stomach begins to swell — and you come crashing headlong into joining them both. You spray your own cum in their direction, splashing Hashat’s knees even though it’s quickly lost in all of Ryn’s. When you flop onto your side to moan and catch your breath, you’re treated to the sight of a lustily-moaning Etheryn being kissed once more as she’s drawn off of Hashat’s dick at last.

An actual waterful of Marefolk jizz pours from her abused pink button-hole, soaking the ground in a salacious puddle that doesn’t stop until the elf’s bulging tummy returns to flatness once more. She’s still squeezing her muscles and squirting cum once she’s able to stagger forward, even though it doesn’t look like her legs will do much holding her up.

Hashat, on her part, is a blushing mess after having spent herself, looking around idly. "Fuck... that was. Sure something... Will you really not join my Harem? We would make such beautiful, strong children together."

Etheryn’s wobbly knees rub together, but — much to your relief, considering you’re rather not finished with her — with a shake of her head she declines.

It’s a lot easier for you to get dressed, and it’s actually cute watching those two stumble around as they redress. Eventually though they seem to get themselves very much together, and Hashat clamps a massive hand down on your shoulder.

"Alright buddy, that was actually awesome. You’ve got some prime Elf there, make sure not to let it slip away."

You give her your most charming grin, waiting for Etheryn to slip an arm through yours before leaving the clearing you met this towering a-mare-zon in