Project Stud: Ch. 1

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Hello again, readers! What you see before you is my first completed commission! That’s right, somebody actually paid me for this one! The story, the characters, and the world are all property of the commissioner, Iceman99, and are used with his permission. I’m just the puppeteer making it all move.

Content warnings: Huge cock, furry(ish?), light cumflation
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Chapter 1: The Arrangement

Jessica Springs sighed, dissatisfaction gnawing deep in her belly. Five years. Five years since she’d last felt the touch of a man. There was no justice in the world.

She glanced to the full-length mirror beside her door. A tall, graceful, elven figure looked back from the glassy surface, her flawless, naturally tan skin bare and glistening with wetness, still fresh from the shower. Standing 6’3”, she was tall enough to stand out in almost any crowd, and beautiful enough to hold the attention of anyone who spotted her. Her hair was long and straight, her shimmering black tresses flowing over her pointed ears and down her back in a river of ebony silk, coming to a stop level with the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her face was enchanting, with narrow, elegant features and high cheekbones, giving an impression of nobility.  Her full, pink lips turned down at the corners, forming a soft frown as her intense, chestnut-brown eyes roamed down, inspecting the figure in the mirror, the mirror image doing the same. On her tall, slender frame, her impressive features looked perfectly fitting, where they might have made a shorter woman look exaggerated. Full D-cup breasts, with barely a suggestion of sag, softly swayed with her breathing, coffee-brown nipples puckering slightly under her own gaze. Her hips were a bit more generous than most elves, something she’d been somewhat embarrassed of when she was younger. But her shame became a point of pride as age and effort filled out her figure with a mouth-watering callipygian derriere, a shapley, juicy bubble butt that drew looks of hunger and envy as it swayed with her stride. She was practically the walking ideal of snow elf beauty. Her long dry spell certainly couldn’t be blamed on her body.



The average onlooker might have guessed the youthful yet mature beauty to be in her mid-twenties. Even elves usually assumed her to be in her mid thirties, at the latest. Generous compliments for a woman having turned fifty two just a few months ago. To be fair, magic had a way of keeping its practitioners young. And she was certainly familiar with the powers of magic. Over the years, she’d risen from a talented child forbidden from attending the great elven university due to her heritage, to one of the most powerful enchanters east of the Glass Sea. She’d become respected as a genius in the field of runic magic, her talents known throughout the lands. She would likely have a seat on the mage’s council if it weren’t for the old high elven men who clung to their seats with gnarled hands and blindly followed their racist, sexist traditions, locked away from the real world in their ivory tower. The snub stung, she had to admit, but she was more than capable of making do without the seat. She’d become wealthy enough to finance whatever research the old men wouldn’t, selling her services and rune-magic products at a premium. When she’d been as young as she’d looked, she’d dreamed of a life like this. She was beautiful, respected, and wealthy. So how could five years have passed without

What had happened that had left her so long without the touch of a man? Jessica turned her mind back. Almost five years ago, she’d helped Queen Veles with a particularly stubborn case of infertility. In her gratitude, both for her aid and for her discretion, the queen had offered the mage a sprawling mansion, one of her summer homes, located outside a rather bustling town. After that, it had been one thing after another. First, she’d found herself occupied with moving in, then with turning the eastern wing of the mansion into a series of laboratories, studies, and libraries. Then there had been her campaign for a seat on the mage’s council. Then she’d decided to take on an apprentice, only to end up taking on two.

But if she were being truly honest with herself, none of those tasks would have been enough to stand in her way if she’d made an effort. Her first priority was always her work, her passion aimed at magic, never romance. And she was particular about her prospective suitors, too. She staunchly refused to abandon her accomplishments, she loathed the idea of becoming just some particularly pretty piece of furniture for a man. Just the same, she wouldn’t allow herself to be taken advantage of, for some parasitic leech to attach himself to her without offering something in return. And yet, she was a woman, and she had needs. She would have settled for purely animal sex, but she was apparently too intimidating for younger men to approach, and those that did weren’t worth the effort needed to sneak past her curious apprentices. It was a thorny dilemma, to be certain, and the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She hadn’t put much thought into her long absence of male attention until a few weeks ago, and all of a sudden her desires were growing more intense and less ignorable.

she shook her head, trying to put the growing hunger and moistness between her thighs out of her mind. She had too much to do today to indulge in self-pity. She was going into town for the day. It had been more of a chore before she’d created a doorway that led from her mansion into the shop in town, but it was still a commitment. The new mayor was insisting they meet to renew her laboratory permits, but the fat orc was more likely just trying to get a chance to ogle her. She normally wouldn’t have bothered, but there was a gnome caravan in town, and she wanted to see if they had picked up any of the more exotic reagents she needed while traveling. She scoffed to herself. She was getting just about desperate enough to see if the old wive’s tale about gnomes was true. This was getting out of control. If she didn’t come up with some sort of relief, and soon, things would get much worse.

She shook her head once more, gesturing toward the closet with one hand and closing her eyes. When they opened again, they glowed, and her voice poured out of her with an unfamiliar echo, a word almost unpronounceable passing her lips. The glow faded as quickly as it appeared, and she sat herself on the edge of the bed as clothes emerged from the closet, floating toward her. Her feet came up off the floor to allow a pair of white, thigh-high stockings engulf her long, shapely legs. A garter belt snapped itself in place above her generous hips, the straps lashing out like tentacles to fasten themselves to the edges of her stockings. Panties, swiftly shadowed by a pair of tight shorts, slipped around her ankles. She pushed herself to her feet to let them work their way up her thighs and over the swell of her hips. A white top wrapped her in its embrace, buttons fastening themselves, the pale material hugging her mounds, just thin enough to hint at the darker tone of her nipples when the light hit it just right. Her hair came to life, gathering itself up as a pair of long, blunt needles floated toward her, only to spear through the tight bun it formed and hold the silky hair in place. Finally, a pair of tall deerskin boots hopped out of the closet, walking themselves over to her to leap onto her feet as she lifted them off the ground one by one. With them in place, the outfit was complete. She looked well-dressed, but alluring at the same time. Experience told her that with time, the shorts would ride up and the stockings down, baring just the tiniest sliver of her creamy thighs, enough to draw stares, particularly if she bent over. It was a risky outfit to wear, but perhaps this would help some young buck overcome his trepidation and satisfy the itch deep inside her.

Jessica pivoted on a heel and stepped for the door, the portal opening with a snap of her fingers, a small rune etched on the handle glowing to life, then fading out as it shut itself behind her. A squeak of floorboards suddenly drew her eyes down to hall, to fall upon a very surprised-looking apprentice. Alexandra New-Wood was a good apprentice, talented, but something had been weighing on the girl lately. Normally, Jessica tried to give her students some distance, to avoid getting wrapped up in the melodrama of the young and restless. But after sharing a mansion for two years, it was almost impossible to avoid all bonding. Jessica admitted, she was fond of the girl. She’d been her first choice as apprentice, before being convinced to take on Andrew as well.

Jessica saw something of herself in Alex. Both emotionally, seeing the young, talented elf refused by other masters, and physically, as well. They both shared the same tall, graceful figure, the same pointed ears, high cheekbones, full breasts and shapely bubble butt. But there were plenty of differences, too. The biggest being that Alex looked like a color negative of Jessica, with smooth, flawless black skin, long, wavy, snow-white hair, and crimson irises, all typical of dark elves. Alex was a couple inches shorter, which made her figure look a little more impressive at first glance. Her breasts were mork perky, sitting high and proud on her chest. And she looked a bit younger, even with Jessica’s lingering youthful appearance, the dark elf was only twenty three, very nearly a full thirty years her junior.

“Miss Springs! I… I thought you were in your lab already.” Alex stammered in surprise.

Jessica arched an eyebrow, curiously. “...No, I haven’t been downstairs yet.” She explained, glancing toward the door Alex was slowly backing away from. Andrew’s door. A smirk crossed her features. “What are you up to?” She inquired.

Alex’s gaze darted away. “N-nothing, Miss Springs.” She evaded.

Jessica cast her a questioning glance. “I thought I left rather explicit instructions for you to open the shop while andrew worked on scribing more scrolls. Don’t tell me you’re slacking off...”

Alex’s eyes widened. “No, Miss Springs! Never!” She assured, then glanced to the door. “I… I just was going to try to wake Andrew. I think he might sick or something.” She explained, turning back to Jessica. “He’s been oversleeping a lot, and he’s always tired or distracted… He says nothing wrong, but… I can hear him through the wall sometimes, groaning in his sleep... like he’s in pain. It’s been happening more and more often over the last couple weeks.” She explained, sounding concerned.

Jessica looked curiously to the door, then to Alex, smirking. “He’s lucky to have a friend who cares so much.”

Alex’s dark skin made it impossible to see her actually blush, but jessica could tell she would have been bright red as she vehemently objected. “I’m not! I mean, I don’t! It’s not like I care about him or anything, I’m just tired of cleaning up his mistakes!” She justified, crossing her arms. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s just faking sick so he can get out of helping out.” She added, turning her back on the door.

Jessica shook her head, still smirking softly. Ah, youth. It could be so entertaining from this perspective. “Alright, I get it, that’s enough. Just head down and get the shop opened up. I’ll wake him up and tell him to get on with making the scrolls.” She instructed, gesturing the dark elf off. Alex marched off down the hall, muttering indignantly under her breath about the assumption.

Jessica turned to Andrew’s door, raising a fist and knocking sharply on the wood. She waited a moment, hearing only silence on the other side. She frowned, knocking again, but harder, more insistent. “Andrew! It’s Miss Springs. You’ve overslept!” She called, but again, heard only silence. Well, no sense wasting time. she snapped her fingers, a sigil on the doorknob lighting up as the door swung open before her and she stepped through the threshold.

Andrew was relatively neat, for a male, and his room showed it. His books were sorted by subject, then ordered by usefulness, his desk bearing an arch of supplies surrounding the central workspace, everything readily available. His floor was almost always clean, but now, it was littered with dirty clothes, even a handful of towels that looked like they’d been left to dry on the floor. Jessica’s nose crinkled slightly as an odd smell washed over her. Body odor, sweat, and… peanuts? Whatever it was, it wasn’t as bad as she’d been expecting, now that she got a good whiff of it. She almost wanted some peanuts, now. She glanced over to the bed, normally neatly made, and found it occupied by her student, his back to her, the sheets loose and tangled around his limbs.

She stepped closer to the bed, looking over the sleeping form of her apprentice. Andrew Stone-Walker was an impressive specimen of the minotaur race, even at only twenty two. Standing 8’5”, with a powerful, muscular frame covered in black and gray fur, his looming presence dominated any room he entered. But his intimidating physique disguised the soft heart inside. He was a kind, gentle individual, gifted with a real talent for magic. He was a natural-born healer and showed a knack for earth and life magic. He was a promising student, thoroughly overcoming her initial reluctance to follow Alexandra’s suggestion to take him on as well.

He lay on his side, his broad shoulders presenting her with a wall of granite-hard minotaur muscle. As she stepped closer, she found herself looking closely at the way his fur faded from a coat of dense dark black fur at each extremity, to a thinner coat of lighter gray on his torso, transitioning swiftly as one’s eyes went up over his thighs and biceps. The thinner fur was warm and soft to the touch, transparent enough to see the musculature of his back, his chest, and his abs, though they were currently hidden by his posture. She leaned over him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Andrew. Wake up.” She insisted, watching his face. His head was bull-like, but expressive, covered in darkish gray fur, with forward-facing deep brown eyes, a short snout, and flexible lips. From his temples thrust a pair of horns, long, brown weapons that thrust forward before hooking up at the tips. His hair was black, mid-length, and naturally swept back away from his face and down the back of his neck.

“Andrew.” she urged, giving the immovable slab of muscle a soft shake. Andrew groaned, rolling over in his sleep until he lay on his back. Jessica frowned in annoyance, but suddenly, moment in the corner of her eye drew her attention, and as her eyes fell upon the offender, the world seemed to freeze. Thrusting from Andrew’s groin loomed a monolithic slab of immense, granite-hard cockmeat. Her mouth hung open as she struggled to wrap her mind around what she was seeing. The beast was huge, longer and thicker than her forearm, even counting her fist. More than a foot, perhaps as long as fifteen inches, and perhaps three inches across at the thickest point. It was familiar and alien at once, like no cock she’d ever seen, even ignoring it’s enormous size. There was no foreskin, just a short sheath stretched around the throbbing base of the pillar. The head was flat and flared, like a horse’s cock. Underneath it, a pair of balls the size of grapefruit, churning as they manufactured his potent seed. The marble-hard shaft throbbed, angrily, the bungling veins tracing its length bulging. The crown spat forth a grape-sized dollop of clear, sticky precum, which swiftly rolled down the length in a glistening rivulet, alongside dozens of others like it. A tiny, glistening strand linked the knob to a towel lying on the bed, soaked to dripping wet with his copious precum. The smell of sweat and peanuts was suddenly overwhelming, and she realized her mouth was watering.

With that thought, Jessica recoiled from the pulsing shaft, like it was a snake ready to strike. What was she doing? He was her student, and she was his mentor. It was wrong even if you ignored that he was thirty years younger than her, and a minotaur, on top of it. How would that monster even fit inside, no matter how wet she was, that beastly cock would stretch her wide, fill her dripping slit deeper than any elf… She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts of that particularly stubborn filthy notion. What was getting into her? This wasn’t right. It was wrong in so many ways…

She took a deep breath to steady herself, filling her nose with that smell once again. ...Was it really so wrong? He was young, yes, but he was an adult, by law and by custom. He could make his own decisions. She wouldn’t force him to do anything, just offer him the option. And she certainly wouldn’t allow it to color her teaching. It would be convenient for both of them, too, they were right down the hall from each other. If she went much longer without sex, her sex drive would drive her crazy, and she’d start making mistakes. And he clearly could use some relief of his own, judging by how hard he was, how much sticky precum his cock was leaking. The icing on the cake was that, if she was really honest with herself, the boy was hot. He was strong, muscular, handsome, and hung like a stallion.

She bit her lip. Was she really thinking of going through with this? There’d be no going back. Her eyes fell on the mighty, meaty member thrusting up from his hips. Her resolve hardened, and she stepped forward. A slender hand reached out, coming to rest on his powerful chest. How had she failed to notice the rippling muscle under his fur, the toned abs, the granite pecs, the bulging biceps. She shook him, gently at first, as she called for him. “Andrew. Wake up. Andrew. Andrew!”Her voice grew louder with each call, her shaking growing more forceful.

Drew’s deep brown eyes flickered, eyelids reluctant to open against the brightness suddenly assaulting his retina. He groaned, raising one beefy limb to shield his eyes from the light, squinting blearily. Slowly, his gaze turned to the hand on his chest, then followed the arm up to Jessica’s face, her hair pulled into a bun. He blinked. “Muh?” He inquired, his deep voice heavy with the last vestiges of sleep. A pulse drew his eye, and his gaze turned to the throbbing shaft just beyond his teacher. He blinked again, and she could almost see the gears in his mind begin to grind, overcoming the resistance of sleep. His eyes suddenly widened, staring at his own cock, then at Jessica, mouth hanging open. “M-Miss Springs! I-I-I-” He stammered as he panicked, groping blindly for sheet with which to cover himself. One hand found purchase and pulled, only to wind up in a tug-of-war with his own ankle, where the tangled sheet was already looped. He struggled in vain for a moment, before giving up on the sheet and trying to cover his monstrous erection with his hands, the strong mitts woefully insufficient.

Jessica leaned on her hand, pressing firmly against his rock-hard chest, enough to make sure he noticed and stayed down. “Stop!” She commanded, firmly. As he hesitated, she continue. “Calm down. Just calm down. Relax.” She soothed, gesturing for him to calm himself. She shook her head. “Look, here’s the deal. Yes, I’ve seen your cock now, and no, I’m not offended or embarrassed. You’re a man, just like any other. Erections happen. Just calm down and we can talk.”

 Drew hesitated, looking confused, but at her insistence, he let himself relax, still trying to cover himself as she lay back onto the bed. “...Alright, Miss Springs. …What did you want to talk about?” He inquired, somewhat awkwardly.

Jessica shook her head. “Just call me Jessica for the moment. You’re naked, the least I can do to even the field is let you use my name.” She offered, then paused, trying to form the words she needed. “Okay, let’s just get straight to the point. Your mother’s given you the sex talk, right?” She inquired. When he nodded, she continued. “Good. Have you ever… put it to use?” She pressed. A twisted thrill and a pang of guilt ran up her spine when he shook his head.

She took another deep breath. “Alright, to put it simply, I’m proposing an arrangement. To be clear, you don’t have to agree to anything, it’s not going to affect your apprenticeship, and if either of us becomes uncomfortable, or it starts causing problems, it ends immediately.” She laid out, then paused, glancing to his throbbing member. “...I think it’s safe to say we’re both feeling a little… pent up, recently. I can’t go around sleeping with random guys from town, and you certainly don’t have time for any kind of serious relationship. I think we can… take care of each other’s needs. Get a little relief. It’s convenient, and nobody has to know.” She explained. When all she got in return was a stunned stare, she sighed. “I’m saying we should start having sex, if you’re okay with it.” She clarified.

Andrew shook his head. “No, yeah, I, I got that… I’m just trying to figure out if this is another dream.” He managed, swallowing. “Wouldn’t be the first.”

Jessica gave a sly smirk, running her fingers through his chest-fur. Suddenly she paused, gripping a couple hairs and tugging sharply, making the minotaur yelp. “That answers that.” She commented, looking into his eyes. “So?” She pressed. Andrew still looked somewhat dazed, but her eyes followed his as they roamed up and down her sultry figure. His massive cock gave a throb, producing another dollop of clear, sticky cream. Jessica grinned and snapped her fingers, the door swinging itself closed with a click.

She raised one leg and planted her knee on the bed, the rest of her swiftly following as she crawled across it toward her meaty prize. She settled to sit on her heels, kneeling between his thighs, both hands reaching out for the intimidating weapon. Her slender digits hesitated for an instant before they made contact with his red-hot rod. She let out a soft gasp as they settled onto it, feeling the heat, each hand barely able to encircle half his monstrous girth. Her eyes roamed up and down the seemingly endless cock, marvelling at how much was left untouched, even with both hands involved. It pulsed under her tender touch, and she shivered. As her hands began to slide up its length, she marveled at the feeling of the bulging veins, the iron-hard core under its soft skin. As they moved, they gathered those rivulets of precum into a smooth coat of glistening wetness, sliding up and up before letting them reverse direction and glide back down it.

One of her hands came away, rising up to let her palm rest on the behemoth cock’s flat, widely-flared head. She worked it in circles, smearing his slick pre over the beefy knob as the monstrous minotaur groaned with the intense sensation assaulting his sensitive tip. With her face this close, the scent was almost overpowering. Her nipples hardened, puckering to tent the thin material of her pale top. Her mouth watered. Fuck, he was just so huge… She bit her lip and glanced up to his face, drinking in his expression, twisted with incredible pleasure. He was putty in her hands, and she loved it. The power, the control she had over the powerful male before her...It was intoxicating.

She let her head drift forward, her lips parting to make way as her tongue rolled out to flatten against his precum-slick knob. The musky flavor of his shaft exploded on her tongue, and she let out a pleased moan as her tongue began to circle the crown. Her eyes met his as she pushed the tip of her tongue forward, teasing the slit at the tip of his shaft. She let herself sink, dragging the wet pink muscle down his shaft while her hands continued to pump its length, savoring his flavor. She wanted more. When her tongue met his crown once more, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, plump pink lips stretching to accommodate his immense girth as she pushed forward, popping his fat knob into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed against his titanic cock as she began to suck, slurping at his meaty shaft hungrily. Drew groaned as her tongue swirled around the tip with the beast wedged in her mouth. She moaned in return, savoring his taste as she began to push herself forward, bobbing her head up and down on the weapon, pushing a little further each time. She felt that fat crown nosing against the entrance to her throat and swallowed, suppressing her gag reflex as his shaft pushed into her throat inch by inch. The minotaur was groaning louder as she swallowed again and again, her throat milking his length as she gulped down a full six inches of beefy cock. Suddenly, he let loose a deep, powerful groan, and his hips bucked, uncontrollably. Her eyes went wide as the movement roughly stuffed another six inches into her lips, a full foot of bull-cock throbbing in her throat.

His shaft throbbed on her lips, his heavy, grapefruit-sized balls pulling tight against the root of his shaft, and she moaned around his girth. She knew what was coming, and she hungered for it, drunk on the monster cock invading her throat. His shaft swelled even thicker, making her throat stretch as rivers of thick bull-spunk rushed past her stretched lips. His shaft pulsed in her throat, once, twice, then finally produced her prize, a great sticky gout of minotaur cum blasting from the tip straight into her stomach. She tightened her lips, sucking hard as she began to pull her head back, her body automatically swallowing as he fired rope after rope of white-hot seed into her belly. Finally she pulled him from her throat just in time to catch a particularly impressive spurt, creamy spunk drowning her tongue in his salty, musky flavor. She moaned as it fired into her mouth again and again, her throat rolling as she gulped down his rich sperm, struggling and failing to keep up with the sheer volume. Soon her her cheeks bulged with his virile spunk, pale rivulets escaping from the corners of her mouth. It was too much. Reluctantly she let his cockhead pop from her mouth, the tireless weapon still blasting, splattering her face in hot, thick baby-batter, drowning her senses in his taste, his smell, his heat. As the blasts tapered off to a trickle, she moaned and swallowed, face plastered in his seed, gulping audibly as she devoured her overlarge mouthful.

As she emptied her mouth of his essence, her hands came up, wiping great gobs of cum off her regal features, and bringing each fingerful to her lips, sucking the digits clean one by one. As she wiped his seed from her eyes, she let out a wistful sigh. Over already… She probably shouldn’t have expected a virgin to last long enough to satisfy her. “You came so much…” She panted. “You really should warn a girl when you’re getting close.” She added, pausing to suck off the last fingerful of seed from her eyelid. “Well, even if you’re spent, you can still… uh… Wow.” She suggested, opening her eye experimentally, only to have it fall upon his fifteen-inch minotaur cock, still hard as ever, her words trailing off. Not a single sign of softening. Her lips slowly parted into a grin. This might be an even better arrangement than she’d expected. “Mmm… I see youth has its advantages…” She purred, her hand reaching out to stroke along his length, pumping up and down once.

Jessica let her hand fall away from the minotaur’s mighty shaft and wordlessly slipped off the bed. Andrew looked confused for a moment, his cock still hard. She turned, shooting him a playful grin over her shoulder and giving her hips a teasing sway. Her eyes flashed and her voice gained an echo as she spoke a word of power, and her clothes came to life once again. She lifted one leg and kicked it out, one boot effortlessly flying off her white-stockinged leg, swiftly followed by the other, both of them neatly lining themselves up by the door. As she swayed her hips, her shorts walked themselves down one hip, then the other, inch by inch, her panties following them a half-step later. As they passed the thickest swell of her bubble butt, the exposed the twin globes of creamy caramel, the white straps of her garter biting into the plump flesh. Meanwhile, her top unbuttoned itself as she danced, soon floating loosely, the light behind her baring the silhouette of her jiggling mounds, the material blocking his direct view. As her bottoms reached her ankles, she bent over, thrusting her rear into the air as she stepped out of them, exposing the clean-shaven glistening pink folds of her womanly center. Finally she straightened up and turned to face him as she raised her arms up, the white top finally flying off, leaving her naked but for her stockings and garters. Her full, caramel mounds swayed with her movements, hard, coffee-brown nipples tracing erratic circles in the air. Her hands came down, reaching behind her head, each grabbing one of the blunt needles spearing through her bun and pulling them free, letting her silky black hair unravel, falling down her back in a waterfall of ebony strands. Her eyes were locked on his, a hunger in her eyes as her teeth bit into her lower lip.

She smirked, seeing his monstrous cock pulsing after her little show. She strode back to the bed, climbing onto it once again, taking hold of his throbbing shaft with one hand. “Now… time for the main event.” She teased, licking her lips at the prospect. She rose, hand still gripping his monster behind the head as she moved into position, standing over his hips. She bit her lips as she let her legs fold, lowering herself down as she steered his monstrous shaft toward her glistening slit. As she felt the flat tip press against her sensitive folds, she gasped, and gave one last glance at the monster poised to enter her. It was just so big… would it really fit?

Only one way to find out. She let her hips drop, feeling her weight settle onto the fearsome shaft at her entrance. For an instant, she was balanced atop the unbreakable shaft, her entire weight borne by the mighty pillar of cock. Then she began to open before it. Her lips spread, slowly at first, then faster and faster, his girth stretching her wider than ever before. She winced, a burning, stinging pain shooting through her body for an instant. Then, all at once, the crown slipped into her, and there was no more resistance. Her body dropped suddenly onto his brutish cock, her voice emerging in a deep, ragged moan as she was suddenly impaled on a full eight inches of beefy bull-cock. More than half his shaft had disappeared into her before she hit her knees and managed to stop herself. She shivered as she struggled to adjust to his size, leaning forward to brace her hands on his chest for support.

She was still for a long moment, panting softly. He was already as deep as any elf had ever been inside her, and he was so much thicker. She’d never felt anything like it before, and there was still so much cock left un-fucked. She shivered again, feeling her body relax around his girth. Ohh, yes, this arrangement would work out perfectly. She looked down to the minotaur she rode as he groaned, savoring the sensation of losing his virginity, of her tight pussy squeezing around his shaft. She tightened, making him groan louder. She was in total control. It felt good.

She moved her hands from his hard chest and seized him by the wrists, raising his hands up to her swaying melons. She grinned as her hands cradled his against her tender mounds. “Let’s put those hands to work…” she purred. Eagerly, he roughly pawed at her bouncing breasts, groping clumsily. She bit her lip, hands moving to guide his fingers. “Ah! Gentle, gentle… Like this.” She coached, steering his strong hands to tenderly knead her mounds. “Mmm, yes… Now pinch the nipples. Harder. Ah! Just like that!” She encouraged, letting out a gasp as he tugged her tender pleasure-buds. He was a fast learner.

Satisfied with his technique, she let her hands fall from his, leaving them to continue their task as she once more braced them on his powerful chest. Slowly, she arched her back, dragging her hips up, feeling his flared crown drag over her inner walls in a deliciously new sensation. Then she thrust her hips down, making Drew groan again as her dripping slit engulfed another inch of his shaft. She moaned as his shaft pushed into unexplored depths, the sensations intense. But she didn’t stop. She pulled her hips upward again, then bucked them down once more, taking him deeper and deeper still. One inch up, two down, over and over. Each pump of her hips drew new moans and cries of pleasure from both of them, the sensations only growing more intense as they drew closer and closer together. With a full foot inside her, she couldn’t wait any longer. She grit her teeth and slammed her hips down, moaning once more as she took every last inch of his monstrous bull-cock, the flared crown kissing at the entrance to her womb, his heavy balls on her ass.

Andrew groaned. “I-I can’t hold-” He managed before his words were lost into a wordless bellow of pleasure. Jessica gasped at the feeling of his heavy spheres tightening up against her juicy ass, the shaft inside her swelling even thicker. She could feel his titanic cock jumping and pulsing against her womb. Creamy cum surged up from his balls, coursing along his length until it blasted from the tip like a geyser, surging into her depths. Liquid fire pumped into her womb, white-hot cream flooding the waiting vessel with each mighty blast of his cum. It seemed to come forever, soaking her depths in his seed. She moaned, her walls rolling expertly around his shaft, milking hm for more until his great gouts of cum tapered off to a trickle. Even after all that, her gripping slit couldn’t feel the slightest hint of softening. Goddess, he never stopped! He might be a little quick on the trigger, she had to admit, but twice in a row without stopping? She found herself wondering just how many times he would be able to cum without going soft.

She rolled her hips against his, her womb sloshing with thick cream as his balls began to relax, already churning as they worked to make the next batch. Goddess, she felt so full... She leaned forward on her hands, her face drawing close to his. “A little more warning that that, stud.” She teased, then suddenly pushed herself upright on his cock, grinning wickedly down at him. “This time, it’s my turn. I’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied. Better prepare yourself…” she smirked. She raised one leg and twisted her body around, making Andrew groan as she rotated on his cock until she was facing away from him. Her creamy caramel bubble-butt jiggled as she leaned forward, the white straps of her garter digging into the soft spheres.

She braced her hands on the bed and began to roll her hips, rocking them up and down on his fearsome cock. She barely moved at first, but with each rock of her hips, she moved up and down further and further, faster and faster. She cast a playful glance back over her shoulder as her bubble-butt began to smack against his hips, riding him in earnest. She moaned, thrusting a full half his cock in and out of her sensitive slit, the new angle stimulating her in unfamiliar ways. He bucking hips continued to get more and more wild with each thrust, moaning loudly with the intensity of the sensations. The minotaur beneath her groaned, suddenly bucking his hips up to meet hers as she dropped her hips onto his again and again. The sudden surge of sensation made both of them gasp, the two bodies soon finding a rhythm as their hips smacked loudly together.

Each mighty thrust sent a bolt of pleasure racing up Jessica’s spine to her brain. The delicious thickness of his cock, the way his flared ridge teased every sensitive fold of her pussy, the way his flat crown kissed her womb with each thrust to the hilt… Each distinct pleasure made her nerves sing, sensations coursing through her body in waves. He wasn’t particularly skilled in his thrusts, but his sheer size earned him plenty of leeway. She could only look forward to what he’d be like once she showed him the proper techniques. Her muscles burned with the effort of bucking her hips at such speed, but somehow, the burn just made her pleasure all the more intense. She couldn’t hold back her moans anymore, even if she tried, her cries rising in pitch as a distantly familiar sensation welled in her core. It was like a balloon inflating deep inside her, expanding and expanding with every surge of pleasure that brutal bull-cock extracted from her needy pussy. A tenuous skin held back all her long-denied pleasure, growing ever more strained as the swelling sensation grew and grew, threatening to burst at any moment. It was so very close…

Andrew groaned loudly, gritting his teeth and growling out a warning. “I’m gonna… gonna cum!”

Jessica whimpered. “No! Not yet! Hold on, I’m so close! So close~!” She wailed in desperation, the pleasure so long denied her now within her grasp. She needed that release, she needed to cum! Her hips were suddenly a blur as she redoubled her pace, flesh smacking loudly against flesh as she rode the bucking bull like a bucking bull. She was so very close, and her moans kept getting higher, louder, more ragged as the inevitable climax grew closer. Her pussy sang with sensation even as Andrew struggled to hold back a flood, her body on fire with sensation.

With one final thrust she slammed her hips down on his, driving his cockhead against her womb, the sudden surge of pleasure enough to finally breach the bubble. The bubble gave way, but not with a bang, no, it collapsed in on itself, drawing her along with it. Her back arched, her eyes widened, her screams went silent, and her body spasmed uncontrollably. Her soul, her essence, was pulled in by a yawning void, her everything collapsing into a white-hot singularity of endless pleasure in her womb. Time lost all meaning in the grip of the intense sensation, then suddenly she was back, her soul slowly flowing back out from that point in her core, her essence soaked in deep, abiding pleasure. She nearly went limp, left weak by the by the intense climax, her muscles still spasming around the monster seated deep inside her. As her voice returned, she moaned out, throwing her head back. “Cum! Fill me up!” she cried in gratitude, an orgasmic aftershock making her squeeze down hard around his shaft.

The powerful minotaur merely had to let it go. He let his mental barrier fall and the vast well of sensation filling his core flooded forth like a reservoir breaching its dam. It flowed into his titanic cock, pleasure flooding the mighty organ as his seed boiled up from deep inside. the monster cock fired, blasting rope after rope of thick, white hot vitality deep into the elf’s spasming slit, pumping straight into her already-full womb. Each blast tapped the well of pleasure, draining it out through his cock as it blasted into her. She moaned as the excess cream pumped into her depths, his crown planted firmly against her womb, not allowing a single drop to escape her rapidly-swelling womb. His seed surged into the elven womb, eager to fulfil its mission. When his last shot was fired, warm, pleasant afterglow settled over his body, and his elven teacher bore a gentle swell on her normally smooth stomach, her overstuffed womb making her look a good three months pregnant.

Jessica fell back onto Andrew’s broad chest, both bodies collapsing, limp with pleasure, soaked with sweat and panting for breath. Neither spoke for a long moment, simply savoring the warm pleasure of their lingering afterglow. Jessica squirmed slightly, her swollen belly sloshing with cum as she tried to find a more comfortable position, then gasped when his iron hard cock shifted inside her, still hard as ever. “Goddess, three times and you’re still hard?” She commented in surprise, then bit her lip and rolled her hips. His hands slit up around her, caressing her sides and cupping her full breasts, teasing her nipples just like she’d taught him. He was a fast learner, he was generous, and he was hung like a stallion. All he needed was a little bit of guidance, and he’d be incredible. Good thing he had a teacher like her.

Jessica smiled to herself, wheels already turning in her mind. Turning him into a real stud would make an excellent project.