"There's something I don't understand." I murmured before drifting off to sleep. We'd been on the open plains for the day, and having finally tired from walking, were bedding down for the night. Oluth was beneath a bunch of my dresses and finery as a blanket. I was curled next to him, his massive limp cock draped over me almost like a blanket; it couldn't cover all of my flesh, but its pulsing heat was certainly enough to stay warm by.
"What's that, human?" He asked, voice rumbling the very ground I slept upon.
"How were you captured? It seems unlikely any could make you slave."
He sighed, and there was a sad and distant look in his deep-set brown eyes.
"Before exiling me, my people brutally beat me to within an inch of my life. It was in this state that the Kairish slavers found me. I was only just well enough to strike out on my own when you purchased med.
"Oluth, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Why were you exiled?"
"I do not wish to speak of it."
I planted a kiss on his giant cockhead then nestled the flaccid shaft between my pillowy titflesh.
"Then goodnight Oluth."
He said nothing, and there was no sound for perhaps an hour, when my sleep was interrupted by a distant scream.
Oluth was up in a breaths pan, scooping me up beneath an arm and running full-tilt for the sign of distress. My whole body bounced with his massive strides, and it was all I could do to hold my arms protectively across my chest, fighting to keep the huge orbs that lay beneath my bodice from tearing free.
We came upon two ugly green men, strong looking, but fat, with upturned piggish noses and tiny greedy-looking eyes. Those eyes were fixed upon two figures in gossamer gowns, fine translucent fabric that could only be of Sylvan design. They were trapped beneath a net.
"Aurks!" I hissed. Oluth simply nodded.
The two beasts were laughing, circling the pair of Elvin captives with jackal-like glee. The Aurks spoke in their own brutish tongue and pointed, seeming to decide that they were going to kill the male and keep the female for pleasure. I'll admit the Sylvan features of both were so fine, I could scarcely distinguish their genders from their faces. However the poor, platinum-haired Sylvan lady was blessed with a fairly remarkable chest, not of my own opulent stature, but out of proportion with her tiny body.
"RELEASE THEM!" Oluth commanded, his body tense, nostrils flaring, arm going a little too tight around me.
The Aurks turned around in shock, clearly going pale at the sight of the giant bull-man. When one of them lustily turned an eye to my dangling cleavage Oluth launched out a foot, his enormous thigh rippling with power as the kick connected with the Aurkish face. There was a sickening crunch and a snap, the green head falling back between the creature's shoulder blades, slumping to the ground with a face that was nothing but thick green blood and a neck that now had a fine dust instead of spinal column.
There was a dribbling sound as the other Aurk urinated down one leg and then ran.
"Perhaps I should pursue and kill him!" Oluth said to no one in particular.
"Put me down or you'll kill me instead!" I rasped as his tight arm had totally cut off circulation in his fury.
"Oh. Sorry." He said, looking slightly embarrassed as he set me down.
Our attention turned to the captives. Oluth seized the net in both hands and pulled apart, his massive pectoral slabs flexing slightly as he ripped the thick hemp rope asunder. The two elves stood, the male blinking in annoyance, the female totally transfixed by Oluth's incredible muscle.
"Are....are you going to rape me now?" She asked, the want in her high crystalline voice perceptible to any lout.
"Why does EVERYONE think I want to rape them?!" Oluth blurted.
"Darling, if he were going to do that, he'd have kept us in the net. Don't be stupid." Said the Male. "I am Evarell. This is my fiancé, Saela. We thank you for our freedom."
"Oluth. The small thing behind me is Ailara." He cocked his head in my direction a moment.
"We are in your debt Oluth... but we should make way, lest we miss our own wedding." Said Evarell.
"Wait!" Said Saela, "What if we need protection?"
"I can protect you." Said Evarell, adjusting a dagger that he had on his hip.
"Fine job you did of that back there." She shot back.
"They caught us unaware! It won't happen again."
"Yes it will. You aren't man enough to keep me safe. Just admit it." A strange look crossed Oluth's face now, I thought perhaps he was trying to restrain laughter but I couldn't be sure.
"Take that back, bitch! You know my real weapon is longer than this!" He held the dagger in his palm. If he was referring to his cock that would be impressive...the dagger was at least 8 inches long. But then, what could impress anyone after having enjoyed Oluth.
"Don't call me a bitch. Just because you've got a bigger dick than most humans doesn't mean you can treat me like that! I might just not make the wedding now."
"What? You can't fucking leave this, and you know it!" Who knew Sylvan-kind were so foul mouthed. Evarell unlaced his trousers and produced a massive dick, true to his word. It hung proudly and thick, as out of proportion with his body as her grapefruit sized breasts, easily 9 inches soft.
She stared at the huge meat and bit her lip, clearly tempted even in her anger. Then she suddenly reached back and lifted Oluth's loincloth, her eyes turning to saucers and her mouth becoming a strained 'O' as she took in the Myrnotaur's half-yard-long flaccidity.
"We are so through." She managed to whisper, as she stood transfixed.
Oluth pulled back and snatched his cloth from her hands.
"You may come with us, Saela, but you must show me more respect."
She actually gave a sharp salute. "Yes Sir!"
Evarell's face looked like his soul had shattered. His impressive, yet inferior penis seemed to be trying to shrivel up back on itself in the cold night air, shirking before such an obvious Alpha male.
I stood on my tiptoes and grabbed one of Oluth's horns, tugging hard. He shrugged and indulged me by letting me drag him several feet to the side.
"Are you crazy!?" I hissed. "This is unacceptable, I insist you desist at once."
He arched an eyebrow. "You are no house-lady here, Ailara. You cannot command me to do anything. I am not one of your servants."
"But She...she..." He silenced me with a snort.
"I am a Myrnotaur. My kind keep Harems, Ailara. If I cannot reside with my people, I shall build my own herd of your kind instead."
"But we aren't even the same kind!" His words stung so! I would not be replaced! "She's a Sylvan, I'm a human!"
Oluth rolled his eyes. "You're all the same small, pink, and soft things to me."
I turned quickly so he would not see the tears that started from me.
We were bedded down again...this time, the three of us. Oluth lay on his back while we glared at each other across his broad chest.
"Listen, you Sylvan bitch, if those pointy ears of yours can do so, this cock belongs to ME. The sooner you learn that and leave, the better." I hissed, holding Oluth's mighty member close while he slept.
"Why would he choose you over me?" She pulled down her top, revealing her firm, youthful bosoms. "Look at how firm they are! Nothing like those huge saggy things you've got." She smiled, bobbling her own treasures in her hand, smiling.
"Why would he want anything to do with little bitty ones...those are smaller than his balls. Look." I hefted one of his colossal seed-bags, showing the truth of my words.
She marveled at the sight, then curled down and seized his other fat nut, rolling it around in her palms in wonder.
"It's...it's so heavy."
"Exactly.