[redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (on both genders), magic, fantasy interracial, group sex, butt stuff, furry a little m/m, a little futa, and a sad ending.[/pre-story]
Dicks, DDs, Dungeons, and Dragons
The old woman’s lips quirked in a bemused smirk, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her mouth crinkling. “...My name is Aellia Vaer’Dahn. I was named at the spring equinox, one hundred and ninety nine years ago. This equinox would have been my two hundredth, but, well... ” she sighed, raising one slender, smooth wrist, gesturing to the heavy, runed shackle locked around it, the thick chain clinking as it was dragged over the cold stone of the cell floor.
She certainly didn’t look her age. Her skin was soft, fair, and smooth, with only a handful of faint wrinkles around her lips and eyes. The woman’s silky silver hair was swept back over her long, pointed ears, cascading down her back, onto the simple cot she sat upon, and over the edge, the tips hanging level with her gently-swinging bare feet. And her body… She was petite and slender, just under five feet, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, graceful curves obvious even through her prison garb. It didn’t do much to conceal her breasts, either, the milky mounds like ripe cantaloupes, tenting out the modest garb to expose more cleavage than the designer had intended. They would have been generous on a human, but on an elf, they drew stares.
Aellia continued casually. “With all that time… I’ve done so much. Some of it, I’m proud of. Other parts, I’m not proud of. And some, I just can’t remember anymore. That’s age, I suppose.” she shrugged. Then she paused, her smirk widening to a gentle grin as she looked off into space dreamily. “But I’ll never forget that night. It’s been a hundred and fifty years, and it’s as fresh as if it had happened last night.” she sighed, dreamily. Her gaze refocused, glaring across her cell with surprising intensity. “I suppose that’s what you really want to hear about, hmm? Well, listen closely, then. I’ll tell you about how I made a god.”
“I was younger then, of course, I was in the academy at the time. I was still blonde, and my hair was all cut short. I was less… gifted, too. Flat as a board, with hardly any hips to speak of. I used to be so envious of the human girls around me. Barely in their twenties, and already so much more… womanly. Everyone used to think I was someone’s little sister until they saw the ears. For the first year, the only attention I got from boys was from the ones who liked… younger girls.”
“I was almost ready to give up when I met Keldan. He was the first boy to really show interest in me, and my body, without trying to make it into some kind of fetish. And, to be honest, he was damn good in bed. The first time we slept together, he made me cum a dozen times with nothing but his hands and mouth. He could play me like a violin, make me sing for hours and hours… And of course, I returned the favor, though I wasn’t quite as… skillful. But of course, I was young, then…”
“I don’t think we were ever really in love. But we cared deeply about each other, and we trusted each other. After a few months, he trusted me enough to ask to bring Selina into our relationship. At first, I didn’t understand, I thought he was just getting bored of me. But it wasn’t like that. He cared about her, and he cared about me, and soon enough, I cared about her, too. We kissed within a week, and soon, we were spending hours wrapped around each other in the throes of passion, sometimes with Keldan, sometimes without. Then Selina brought Jak in. I’d never imagined sleeping with an orc before, but after watching him pound Selina into the mattress, I just had to try… It took a while to get used to him, but he was so strong, and he filled me so deep…”
“Over the next few years, more joined the circle. Men, women, humans, elves, beastkin, halflings, there was even a gnome, for a while. Some left, often in pairs, and we wished them well. Others had to be… removed. But the circle grew, until there were almost a dozen of us. I’ve never felt closer to any other group. Everyone was having sex with everyone, experimenting with their preferences, teaching each other, broadening their horizons, supporting each other… It was beautiful. We were using magic to spice things up here and there, but Keldan had the idea for something bigger.”
“What we had was fantastic, we all agreed. Sex had brought us all together, brought us closer and closer, and helped us all grow. But the rest of the world wouldn’t be able to accept it. Even here, in the academy, we had to sneak around, and we couldn’t stay here forever. None of our homelands would just accept the kind of thing we’d built here. Some would call us criminals, others would even put us to death. I remember lying in bed with Keldan and Jak one night in my senior year, and lamenting in bed one night that the world saw sex as shameful. I remember the spark that flickered to life in Keldan’s eyes as he sat up and said those fateful words. ‘Well, why don’t we change that?’”
“After that, it was like he was possessed by the idea of changing the world. We briefly considered some kind of organization, but nobody had the kind of influence to get away with it without putting themselves in serious danger. But he couldn’t give the idea up. He started pulling all-nighters studying in the library as graduation loomed. When he finally surfaced again, he had a plan. He told us all about it. At first, there were a few holdouts, but his passion won them over, and we started to make preparations.”
“On the night of the winter solstice, we all gathered together in a tiny cabin in the woods. None of us were particularly powerful mages, but there were ten of us together, and we had enough power together to make the ritual work. Keldan drew the glyph around the house while I positioned the crystals and Jak set up the cauldron. And then the ritual began.”
“One by one, we shed our robes, throwing them onto the fire, ritually discarding our modesty, baring ourselves to each other. As soon as they were cast aside, we fell upon each other. After a week of communal chastity, things got intense quickly. As soon as I was done disrobing, Jak picked me up entirely, kissing me so hard his tusks almost bruised my lips, all the while grinding his thick shaft over my slit. I moaned into his lips, wrapping my arms around his granite-hard shoulders and my legs around his waist, grinding back against him. I felt something hot and wet on my ass and broke the kiss, only to catch a glimpse of Bekka’s face, the cute little halfling girl disappearing beneath me. Jak groaned a moment later as she went to work on his fat balls…”
“The night was wild. We were all feeding on each other’s sexual energy, amplifying it as we came together in countless combinations. Jak power-fucked me in the air for a while Bekka ate my ass, before Keldan stepped in and filled my backdoor with his cock, leaving the little slut to satisfy herself by worshipping his and Jak’s heavy balls. It didn’t take long for her to get dragged out of her little slice of paradise by Brann, the burly horse-kin stuffing her face into his own sweaty seed-sacks while he began to cast a spell. I lost track of them for a moment when Jak leaned in, blocking my view as he kissed Keldan with all the same passion he’d given me, the two never missing a beat as they pounded my holes in sync.”
“I must have cum a dozen times before Jak released me to seek other willing holes, his cum dripping out of my well-fucked pussy while Keldan just kept fucking my ass. I saw a foot of Brann’s burly horse-cock disappear into Bekka’s tiny pussy as she rode him with her back to his chest, her stomach stretched impossibly around the thick, tube-like bulge. Her tongue lolled out as she moaned with mind-numbing pleasure, her trembling legs struggling to lift her back up his length, her body made stretchy enough to accommodate his size by his spell. Sera took my spread legs as an invitation, falling to her knees as her wolfish snout slipped between my thighs, looking up into my eyes as her long, muscular tongue delved between my tender nether-lips. The rough surface rasped teasingly over my clit as she lapped up Jak’s thick cum and my own juices, pausing only to lick her chops playfully before returning to the meal before her.”
“As the night went on, I watched and participated in every kind of sex, sharing love and lust with all of those I knew as my closest friends. Bekka transmuted her clit into an implausibly massive cock, climbed up on Sera’s upturned ass and pounded her while Sera gulped down one of Brann’s legendary loads, his huge balls pulsing as he dumped it down her throat. Jak and Keldan spooned tenderly on the floor. I sucked Bekka’s overgrown cock back to life when she was done before riding it hard and tongue-polishing brann’s big, black balls. The room was a sea of sex, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cum and the moans and groans of the gathered lovers.”
“It took a second for us to realize the cauldron was boiling. One by one we began to chant, still fucking as best as we could without messing up the incantation. Our voices merged into one, and I felt the cauldron pull at the energy all around us. Then, all at once, I was struck by the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, unspeakable pleasure consuming my entire body, like flames of pure white light. When my vision cleared, I saw a ball of white light floating above the cauldron. It shifted, warped, and sculpted itself into its new form, a shape fitting the energy offered. Suddenly, I felt an immensely powerful presence, and it was complete.”
“It was made of pure tantric energy, focused and refined into a perfect form. It was beautiful. It towered over us all, eight feet tall, made of pure white light. It was so bright, it almost hurt to look at, but it was simply so beautiful, I couldn’t look away. It was so many things all at once, male and female, elven, human, beastkin, orcish… A yard-long cock thrust from its wide, rounded hips, its waist slim and tight, and its breasts were massive and proud. Its features shifted constantly, one moment having elven ears and orcish tusks, the next, a horse-like snout and long hair, the next, the button nose of a halfling and a pair of wolf-like ears. It looked around the room for a moment, scanning the momentarily paused orgy with featureless eyes of light. Then it smiled, and we all felt a warm, abiding peace settle over us, the gentle tingle of afterglow.”
“Then it was gone. It never spoke. I’ve never seen it again. I’m not even sure it still exists. Jak thought it dispersed into the plane itself once our collective tantric energy was no longer sufficient to sustain it, but then, he died back before we discovered the effects it had on the other planes. All I know is that after that, the world changed.”
“Tantric energy is a hundred times as abundant as it once was. Humanoids, outsiders, and a number of other sentient species have developed more pronounced sexual traits, including increased sex drive and pheromone production. Humanoid pheromones affect some animals and magical beasts. Nearly one in ten children is hermaphroditic. Pregnancies are both shorter and more stable in every sentient species we have records for. Contraceptive and aphrodisiac herbs grow like weeds. Sexually transmitted diseases are nearly extinct. If you ask me, it seems like some sort of entity is out there, making the world a little sexier and safer for sex.”
“Whatever actually happened, our plan worked. But even the best intentions can be twisted by malice. Rape, sexual slavery, intolerance, abuse… With my friends and lovers beside me, I fought these things with my every breath for a hundred and fifty years. We built the Church of Sacred Ecstasy to help make the world safer for the kind of closeness we had had. But one by one, my allies died. Some fell in the line of duty, other to age, but others to hate. You see, some chose not to embrace the changes of the world. Some turned fundamentalist, oppressing their people to try and fight ‘immoral’ behavior, conquering and killing those who embraced the new ways of the world. I am the last of the original high priests still alive… And now it’s my turn to meet my friends once again.”
The old elven woman didn’t flinch as the door to her cell opened, a huge, muscular figure, covered head to toe in loose white cloth, the only flesh exposed being a narrow window across the eyes, narrowed in a glare. On his back, he carried a massive two-handed axe. “It is time, defiler. You face your punishment.” he spoke, his voice icy with hate. He didn’t wait for a response, kneeling down and unlocking the chain from the wall before wrapping the loose end around one meaty mitt a half-dozen times.
As he roughly yanked the chain, pulling the elf to her feet, the silent scribe sitting across from her spoke up, his much smaller frame similarly draped in cloth. “W-wait! I have one last question for the prisoner.” He insisted, firmly enough that the mountainous guard paused. The scribe looked to Aellia and straightened up. “...Do you regret it? Any of it?”
Aellia’s face split into a broad smile, the subtle wrinkles at the corners of her lips and eyes crinkling, well-practiced with the expression. Her reply echoed in the scribe’s ears long after she’d been dragged off down the hall, leaving him alone in the cell.
“Not a single second.”
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