Green Wood (Closed)

[Jezebel1669]

It was a beautiful night as Nutmeg wandered between the trees, her hands stroking over the ancient gnarled branches and twisted roots. The sky was clear and filled with a thousands glittering jewels and the water in the stream bubbled along crisp and clear. Somewhere in the distance owls could be heard whispering their secrets on the winds and overhead the leaves stirred to the echo of a thousands happy lovers.

None of that matter to Nutmeg though. Ever since her life partner had been sent out hunting with Clover, her best friend, Nutmeg had been left home alone, all by herself with no-one to bone her skinny little ass as hard as a stampeding warthog. Her pussy was so wet and desperate for attention she'd wandered into the woods to find herself a good, thick, smooth branch or even a large mushroom to stuff it with.

Unfortunately for her the elves had long ago made a pact with the wood folk promising not to harm the trees, and so all the trees growing around their sheltered city were ancient and, more importantly, gnarled beyond use. As she grew closer to the borders of the elf lands Nutmeg gazed out into the valley below, where only young, supple, and above all smooth and straight, trees grew.

Her only problem was that she was forbidden from stepping past the mystically blessed waystones which kept all the monsters, beasts and humans away. If she stepped over them she'd be endangering not only herself but possibly the entire town, maybe even the entire elf nation, should she be caught. For several minutes she simply stood there, gazing down into the valley of perfect dildos, before her decision was made.

Practically leaping over the stones she bolted down the hillside, heading for a grove of likely looking trees nestled beside a crystal clear pool. Almost as soon as she stepped into the glade she spotted a low hanging branch at least two inches thick and longer than her arm. It was drooping low and as she peered up at it she could see the wood had been broken close to the trunk, possibly during a recent storm.

"Oh please Mr Tree," She asked politely. "Please may I have your broken branch?"

For several minutes nothing stirred, until finally, with a rustle of leaves the knots and furrows seemed to shift on the trunk and a face appeared on the tree. "And what could such a polite young elf need by broken branch for?" The tree asked in a deep, stern voice which reminded her of her father.

"I'm going to fuck myself with it!" She declared proudly, knowing that to the creatures of the mystical forest sex was just another aspect of life, and nothing to be ashamed of.

With a deep, resounding laugh the tree smiled at Nutmeg and seemed to be looking her up and own as it answered. "You may have my broken branch, but there will be a price." At first Nutmeg was scared, deals with forest creatures rarely went well for those making them, but as she listened to the tree continue her mood lightened. "Your first fucking must be done here, in front of me."

"Sure thing!" Nutmeg replied happily, her pussy so damp and clit throbbing so hard she'd planned on fucking herself right away anyways. Reaching up she quickly grabbed hold of the branch with both hands and with a quick tug she pulled it down. "Sorry," She said to the tree meekly as she heard its brief groan of pain.

"Its not a problem," The tree replied as it watched the young elf quickly pull off her leaf-woven dress and fling it onto the ground. Her bountiful body with pale green skin was a feast for the trees old eyes and he couldn't have turned his attention away if he'd wanted to as the elf turned around, dropped to her knees and lifted her butt up in front of him.

"Ahh, that... so... good..." Nutmeg sighed as she plunged the branch as deeply as she could into her sopping wet cunt and started to slowly pump it in and out of herself. "Just... what... I... needed."

All around the grove the other trees were turning their attentions to the young elf, their eyes watching carefully as she slowly brought herself closer to her release. Not a one of them spotted the ominous dark shape moving between their trunks, its own eyes watching the elf with far less appealing thoughts running through its head.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Gort watched the elf with a mix of dread and arousal. His lower brain was delighted to drink in the sight of the elf's supple form bend over to accept the wooden shaft into her womanhood. In fact, his lower brain was so delighted that it soon started demanding more blood from his body so it could peak its purple head out from beneath the troll's grubby loin cloth.

The troll's higher brain, which on the best of days rewarded him with an intelligence that his friends described as "oafish" or "mule-kicked" was starting to formulate much darker possibilities...while also drinking in each pleasant curve, each individual cell of smooth skin, each erotic movement of her toned hips, the faint smell of her wet arousal...

"Wait, what was I thinking about?" The Troll thought, letting one of his snaking, reddish-brown arms rise up to carry one of his massive hair-covered palms to smack his head in hopes of shaking his wandering thoughts loose. As he tried to think about why he should be concerned, he let his other hand reach down to slowly stroke his tool to its full 14' length. Masturbating helped him think...or at least that's what he told himself...several times a day. He kept watching Nutmeg use the broken branch, a feeling of unease surrounding his growing lust towards the young elf like a dark chocolate covered in black licorice.

About the time his first drop of precum was shaken off of his cock, steaming once it hit the cold forest floor, it hit him. Elves don't have sex the troll's eyes went wide as the revelation hit him. Gort considered himself an expert on all things and elves were currently at the top of his "things I totally know," list. Gort's claim came from months of research on the sex lives of other species...or as the layman might say: "stalking every attractive woman he met in hopes of watching them have sex." He had witnessed goblins have gangbangs, orcs have orgies, minotaurs masturbate, and humans have...well, just about everything but none of the elves he had "studied" had made passionate love while he watched, even after he had offered to pay them and had exposed himself to a group of elves who had shrieked and run away, a clear sign that they were unfamiliar with the concept of sex.

What elves did do was practice magic, commune with plants, and usually kill lots of orcs, goblins, and trolls who had been marked as evil.

Gort continued to watch Nutmeg, allowing his hand to continue stroking (he had to do some hard thinking after all). What could she be up to? She seemed to have the trees' attention and she was soaking the branch in her juices. The troll slowly worked out a theory: the elf was casting a spell. Perhaps by bringing the branch into her snatch, she was covering it with her essence thereby taking over the forest she had claimed the branch from. After all, all those trees would allow her to easily track down a troll who was hiding not more than 30 yards away.

Gort suddenly stopped stroking his cock as he realized Nutmeg's obvious murderous intent. This elf was likely trying to track him down for the things he had in the large burlap sack that he had set down next to him. Gort's friends had told him that the things he had stolen were important but he had never thought his crime was bad enough to justify an elvish assassin who had control over the very forest.

The troll knew what he had to do. Mustering his courage and removing his hand from the comfort of his vein-covered rod, Gort took a deep breath and charged out from brush he had been crouching behind, screaming at the top of his lungs. Being 7 1/2 feet tall made the trip to the elf take only a few seconds, where he lunged atop nutmeg and seized the branch from her, yanking it out harshly before grabbing her hands. The troll, lacking any kind of proper restraints, removed the the hemp rope he used as a belt and bound her arms behind her. This had the unintended effect of letting his flimsy loincloth fall down...or apart as the bits of cloth blew away, letting his full curved tool and leathery scrotum, complete with apple sized testicles be revealed to the world.

He flipped Nutmeg over onto her back and straddled her belly, letting his sack rest between her breasts and his aching cock only an inch away from her face. Wanting to correct that, Gort grabbed a handful of the elf's hair and yanked her head up while his other hand took hold of his llong, thick shaft and whipped it against the elf's face, leaving a trail of precum across her cheek, with a small wad of steaming fluid collecting right on the side of her lip.

"Thought you got me, didn't you?!" Gort cackled, smacking his purple head against the other side of her face, "Well, it looks like Gort outsmarted you, huh?"

The troll whipped her across the face again, letting out a slight grunt of pleasure as his sensitive head traveled across her cheek.

"So, who else knows about me and my friends?" Gort said, holding her up by the hair one more time to let his cock leave a final blow across her face before releasing her hair.

"Unless you want me to get really rough, you better start talking, elf-bitch" Gort threatened, using his freed hands o grab hold of her breasts, digging his claws into her tender flesh.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Nutmeg shrieked loudly as Gort grabbed hold of her, although more out of frustration than fear. She'd been so close to her much needed orgasm, only for the branch to be yanked out at the last second. She could feel her anger rising as she was flipped over and forced down onto her back and she could feel the muscles in her leg tightening in preparation for a well-aimed knee to be applied between the legs of whoever had disturbed her at such a vital moment.

When she caught sight of the 14inch phallus waving over her her legs suddenly changed their plans, turning to jelly as she stared hungrily at the throbbing head just asking to be taken inside her tight, freshly stretched hole. As the beast sat down on her chest and she felt its swollen bollocks resting on her breasts she tried to crane her neck around her tongue reaching out to get a taste of the shaft as it swung in front of her face.

Moments later the tool was being wiped against her as the beast grunted and howled in what seemed to pass for a language, but Nutmeg just blotted the noise out as she licked the foul, rancid juices off her cheeks with obvious relish. "Come here, big boy," she muttered, reaching up with both hands to take hold of the cock, holding it steady as she began to eagerly lick and kiss the shaft as it rubbed against her face.

 

[Strangebuddy]

"Didn't I bind her hands?" Gort wondered to himself as he watched the elf reach up to grasp his tool. Then again, the troll was about as apt at tying knots as he was at coming up with plans or using words with more than two-syllables.

The troll's thoughts faded away however as he felt Nutmeg's lips and tongue begin their ministrations on his shaft. Gort sighed at the feeling and readjusted himself on her body so his cock was between her luscious breasts. He pulled her head up with his right hand and pressed his purple head against her lips. His hips slowly moved forward, letting his member enter her mouth a couple of inches. The troll began to slowly fuck her mouth with the tip of his cock as his left hand led each of her hands to her breasts to hold them in place.

“Wait, something is wrong here.” Gort thought to himself. If he had been with any other woman, he would have merely thought that she was merely into pleasuring his cock. After all, she seemed to be transfixed with the sight of his cock when he first struck her with it. However, the troll was certain that this elf was a secret agent who had come to capture him. Why would she be so willing to pleasure him now? Especially when Gort thought that elves didn't have sex.

Or maybe...they just didn't like sex. Maybe this elf was so desperate to pleasure him because she feared what he would do to her tight pussy.

“Well you're in for a surprise, my little elf bitch,” Gort thought aloud and let his left arm reach behind him to bring his hand to her wet snatch. He let his index and middle finger slip in, and press against her vagina's ventral wall while his thumb pressed against her clit. He began to massage her clitoris between all three of his fingers, occasionally letting his fingers stretch out, her tight walls making it difficult.

“I'm going to fuck your little hole raw, bitch,” Gnort said slowly, trying to remember his Elvish, “Then maybe I'll fuck your ass too. Then I'm going to just keep fucking you until you tell me how you found me.”