The least of our worries was that it was raining. While the droplets rolled off of Oluth, and Valsivale somehow kept dry with an invisible barrier, Saela and I were becoming soaked to the core. My decorative parasol was no match for the weather, and in time the dye of my dress was fading, revealing the frigid, supple skin beneath, my nipples pointing the way for us as my teeth chattered. Saela's inferior little bust was also completely visible through her white blouse, and she cupped her bosoms as we ran.
We were running because of the second problem; the horde of horny whores that felt the need to follow Oluth. Even as his conquest of their bodies from the tavern surely must have been fading into mere memory, they still longed for another taste. Oluth's footprints were not easily hidden either, the now-muddy ground gave way to his immense weight and left a path we could not take the time to conceal in our haste.
Our haste was due to the third problem, some woman on a horse, who outpaced our other pursuers. She was tenacious and had even begun to stress Oluth's mighty lungs. He could outpace the beast, but its rider seemed willing to savage it cruelly to keep up. We were running out of options. As we stopped for breath, Valsivale presented a new one.
"I can Disconvey us to a new location, Oluth." She said.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I can transport Oluth and me, instantly, to a new location. There is some risk though."
Oluth snorted as he panted. "What about Saela and the huge-titted one?" He asked.
"It will only work on the two of us; we will have to leave them behind." She calmly explained, Saela and me looking at one another nervously.
"Is that really true?" He rumbled.
"Yes." She said firmly. "That's how the enchantment works."
"Let me rephrase." Oluth Said. He grabbed her by the arm, and pressed her to her knees before him. Using his new undergarment to its full advantage, he hefted the cloth sack containing his humongous cock and bull-balls and dropped them firmly on her head. The weight of them pressed her into the mud several inches. "I ask again. Is it really true that you cannot simply 'Disconvey' us all at once."
She hung her head, dazed from the weight of him, reminded of her place yet again. Then, looking up on her knees she trembled a little as she spoke, "No it is not true. I can take us all."
"That's what I thought you said." Boomed Oluth, helping her to her feet from beneath his huge pleasure-pouch.
The Enchantress closed her eyes.
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It was warm.
Wherever Valsivale's magic had swept us, agreed with me tremendously! It was dry, and warm.
"Where are we?" Saela asked.
"Not quite where I intended." Said Valsivale. She seemed worried. "Let's just hope that he's n--"
"HOPE THAT HE'S NOT WHAT, VALSIVALE!?" A mocking voice abruptly intoned.
The Enchantress turned her head swiftly to take in a gaunt, handsome man who stood on the other side of the sunny clearing we found ourselves in.
"Byrzabyre!" Valsivale gasped. She did not look happy
"Oh dear, I've surprised you, haven't I?" He drew his hands in towards himself, sucking a strange orange energy from our general direction. "Surprise is such a strong emotion, isn't it little 'Vale?" He laughed as he pointed both fists and shot a cloud of it around us. My chest got tight, and I found that I could not bring myself to move. My eyes alone could flick about, and with them I saw my companions all suffered the same malady.
We watched helplessly as this Sorcerer weaved his magics, creating a long table with six chairs in the middle of the clearing, then waving his hand to produce a vast feast. When he was done he turned back towards us and gestured again, unlimbering us from our paralysis.
"Sit... eat... friends. You are about to be witness to a little show." We all sat, or so I thought. When I had taken my place I saw that Oluth still remained stiff. The Sorcerer was smarter than to let the mighty bull free.
Saela muttered something in Sylvan, but bravely tucked into the meal, gorging herself with a little bit of each part of the feast. I jealously wondered how she could maintain such a svelte figure with an appetite such as this.
"Let the Minotaur go." Valsivale said firmly.
"No. He shall be the prize." He replied.
I could take it no longer, and finally slapped a hang upon the table. "WOULD ONE OF YOU TELL THE REST OF US WHAT IS GOING ON!" I commanded.
They both looked chagrined a moment. Then both opened their mouths to speak at once, and catching each other in this act both snapped them shut. Finally Valsivale spoke. "This is Byrzabyre. We studied together once."
"We did more than that." He volunteered. Her face took on the look of a woman who regrets having been bedded by the town drunkard, and you didn't need emotion-sensing powers to feel the waves of regret and revulsion coming off of her.
"Yes. We played at being lovers as well. But he caused it to end badly."
"I did!? You brought me shame beyond repair!"
"CHILDREN! ELABORATE!" I shouted once again. Here they froze, neither one seemed to want to tell the whole story. Finally Bryzabyre cut in.
"It doesn't matter. I challenge you to a duel of magic, Valsivale, for the disgrace you brought upon me that haunts me to this day."
She did not hesitate.
"I accept. The myrnotaur and freedom will be our prize."
"And if you lose, I get to humiliate you however I wish. And the Bull."
"We are agreed!" She nodded.
"Wait..." I tried to cut in.
"I shall choose as champion..." He scanned the tree-line, seeming to think. "I chose... Thaxis, the Satyre!" And a small, goat-legged man stepped from the clearing, seeming to have been waiting for this moment.
"What are you..." I tried to cut in again.
"And I shall choose as champion..." Valsivale also scanned the tree-line, but suddenly snapped her gaze in a very discomforting direction, "Lady Ailara!"
It was at this moment my attention had just been caught by the ten, limp dangling inches swinging between the Satyre's legs, and I only half-heard her to snap my gaze up to her face?"
"WHAT!?"
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'Valsivale! I am no warrior or street fighter! I will not champion you in this sick contest!" I folded my arms and turned my head. She looked to Byrzabyre.
"Isn't it adorable how she thinks she has choices?" She said, flicking her wrists, magical tendrils forcing my gaze back in her direction.
"Don't worry Ailara. This isn't a fight; it will utilize your finest talents. Our rules state that duels be settled in the way that the dispute itself came up. As ours was a sexual dispute, this shall be a sexual duel."
"No! I...Pick Saela!" I protested. Valsivale shook her head. "Goodness no. Our dear little Sylvan friend does not have you level... *and here she strode to my side, lifting one of my massive breasts in both her hands* "...of talent."
"Now this is simple. I'm going to march you to the open part of the clearing. The Satyre is going to attempt to fuck you into a state of utter, mindless, submission. If you don't fight back in attempting to subdue him first, he will win, and none of us will get to have Oluth anymore. Is that what you want to happen?"
The thought of losing the Minotaur caused my heart to leap in panic. She was right. I had to do this. "Very well. But you OWE me." I snorted as I willingly crossed to the leering Satyre.
Well I could have had worse opponents I suppose. He was strangely handsome in a goat-humanoid sort of way. His face was nicely chiseled, his muscled beautifully sculpted if not nearly so large as Oluth's, and... oh for the love of the Gods, was I really going to try justifying this to myself? I would sooner fuck ten peasants then this monstrosity! Yet here I was.
"Be gentle." I pleaded at him. He responded by reaching out, grabbing my shoulder and shoving me roughly to my knees. The sadistic beast dangled his soft cock into my bodice, squatting to let the head of it play about within the warmth between my breasts as he leaned down to savagely kiss my neck. I must admit dear reader, that while the latter action was forceful and crude, it awakened some sleeping tingle between my legs. The Satyre knew how to use its mouth.
"Point!" Barked Byrz, flicking his wrist, seeming to gather the lust from me that the Satyre had generated. He blasted it back in the monster's direction, causing the pendulous member between my tits to grow a little. It seemed this game would be scored based on the feelings the Satyre and I would create in one another. Two could play at that game. I shimmied my torso, tossing his cock to-and-fro with the weight of my breasts, slapping them together around the fat cock. The creature's head rolled back and it made a bleating, moaning noise.
"Point!" Valsivale said smugly, gathering this lust and hitting me with it. I felt my pussy instantly moisten.
The nature of this duel was becoming clearer. I fished out the creature's hairy, plumb sized balls from around his cock and moved my head in to tongue lash them, whipping my normally ladylike tongue across each one, slapping the flat of it against each big orb, tenderizing the hard nut-meat with my tongue, a hand snaking down to stroke his stiffening cock where it poked between my tits.
My eagerness seemed to catch him off guard, and Valsivale plucked his lust to feed my lips this time, enhancing their size and softness. Wasting no opportunity I used this to my advantage in further gobbling his balls, pursing my lips around them and slurping hard, hugging his left one with both lips at once, sucking it in and out, virtually fucking my moth with his big fat cum-egg.
This too served us, and I could feel Valsivale pressing our advantage further, causing the slobber in my mouth to heat up and tingle, his cock swelling in response to the sensation it created for his scrotum, shoving me back slightly as it sprung up to full erection. I made a mistake now in gasping at the sight of his size, perhaps some 20 inches bobbing before me, and he took his advantage fully, swinging his hips to let me feel the weight of his cock against my cheek, knocking my head back. That feeling was indeed enough to arouse me, and Byrz blessed his champion with magic, making his testicles swell to absurd proportions, now twin dangling coconuts swung heavy and intimidating before me.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, smearing my whole face into the huge sack, overwhelming me with sweet, pungent musk and raw virility. Another moan escaped me, muffled by the great ball-bag, and I could only fight back with more licking and sucking. I would not be able to capture a ball in my mouth any longer, but at least I could do what I could to still pleasure him. My big lips were a big help here, managing to cover much of his bloated fuck-fruits even at their new immense size. He moaned and we were both hit with new magical rewards simultaneously.
I felt his first, a droplet of precum that had drooled down his cock rolled onto my nose and I tingled with pleasure. I had to fight with every ounce of my being to avoid rearing up to licking his cream and rub it into my face, that urge would finish me rapidly if I gave into it. Instead I felt a strange sensation in my jaw, and discovered Valsivale had imbued me with a new talent. Looking up at the Satyre with a new confidence I opened my mouth wider than was physically possible, and sucked both his new huge balls inside, my cheeks being stuffed full as I reached up to massage them both, rolling his balls against one another in my hot mouth.
He lost that round, moaning and even gasping a little, not expecting the sudden sensation. Gleefully I pulled back, only slowly letting the huge hanging gob-stoppers pop from my mouth, licking my way up his cock to the tip, moving from my kneeling position to a more controlled squat I could now control this a little better. Valsivale's magics coursed through anew as I reached his tip, my big cushy lips now vibrating as though impelled by some unseen bow. I pressed them to his helmeted cockhead, letting them vibrate as I gently sucked, still fighting the urge to give in to his precum. The magic of it was strong, but clearly not imbued with quite enough power to overtake me yet. He made a mistake in placing his hands to the back of my head.
My cocksucking talents were proving to be quite a boon, and I knew that I had Oluth to thank for them. If I had encountered a cock like this when my husband's was still the only one I knew, I'd be completely unsure what to do, but thanks to the great Mynotaur, I was well-prepared. I plunged my head forward and inhaled. The first sound was an unnatural sucking noise; as though the whole forest could be counted on to hear the slaking of my cockthirst. Then there was a sort of gagging noise, but this was suddenly cured by a magical blast from Valsivale, and I progressed deeper, soon throating the whole of Satyre's mighty cock, neck bulging in places to contain the sheer girth of it.
My vibrating lips were now pressed into the pendulous balls, and he moaned again. Now two more rewards shot my way, my tits swelling up to the size of hulking boulders of flesh, wobbling heavy on my chest, and my throat seemed to gain a life of its own, teasing and taunting him with pressure from a dozen different angles. His balls began to swell, and cruelly I arched my back, cupping them with my tits as he began to emit a primal roar, signaling me of his impending orgasm.
His first shots were overwhelming even to my magically enhanced throat, and I had no choice but to pull back, taking load after thick pearl load to my tits, face, neck and pussy.
Thank the Gods that I had won, dear reader! For the pleasure-inducing quality his pre-spunk had emitted before was now ten-fold in strength with his actual load. I moaned and writhed in the shower of him, rubbing it into my flesh wherever it touched, savagely sawing my hands into my own aching cunt, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from myself, I screamed delighted in my triumph, "I've WON! I've WON! Take that GOAT! You CAME FIRST!"
I looked over to chide Valsivale even as I frigged myself and saw her face crestfallen, head in hands.
"Ailara, you idiot!" It isn't to first cum. It's to sexual exhaustion. You just gave up ten points."
"What?" I asked.
But I counted in my head. I had cum eleven times. With his one orgasm canceling out my ten, he had indeed pulled into a terrifying lead. And terrifying it was! His body was awash in blasts of purple lust energy that Byrzabyre sucked from me and shaped into new enhancements. The Satyre's muscles swelled, his cock grew in length, girth, and what appeared to be stiffness and his balls grew even more. A crazy light of omnipotence danced in his eye as he leapt towards me, letting what now seemed to be a 34 inch cock drop hard onto my face, crumpling me to the forest floor. I blinked, dazed from the impact of his now-impossible club as he stepped around to the front of me and pinched my nose shut, forcing me to gasp.
In a final oral assertion of his new prowess he crammed the whole of that cock inside my mouth, overcoming even my magically enhanced throat to draw a nasty long gagging noise from me; his now canon-ball heavy nuts battering the top of my head, making me see stars.