One’s Right To Dominate

The Blutgar looked down as his crimson instrument of procreation was worked upon by five Underwood Elves–Two on the right, two on the left, and one at the front… The first two duos licked, kissed, and suckled on the delicious piece of masculinity before them, slobbering the virile sceptre with their saliva. They went at it in an almost trance-like state.

As for the one working on the tip… He was trying his best to gobble it down as deeply as he could, but without Edrick around to share his wondrous blessing of eroticism, the inexperienced twink couldn’t do much–Even though the protector’s girth was far from overwhelming. His male limb was long, but sleek. Nonetheless, for an Underwood Elf’s small and soft mouth, it was still a tall order to wrap his lips around it.

Of course, the length was the main problem here. The pulsating piece of dark-red meat was even longer than the human scion’s already way oversized own breeding tool. Without the aid of ‘Balls To The Walls’, there were simply no chances for an elf to get it even halfway into their mouth–Even with the perfect swallowing angle…

The Blutgar did not care much about this at the moment, however. He had never felt his lust reach such high levels. Before Anoteros showed up, he had only ever tried to have relations a handful of times. And to his dismay, the issues posed by his exceptional endowment had discouraged him from trying any further.

At the time, these few attempts had been so bothersome that he had not really enjoyed himself at all either... Leading to his primal pulsions to die down and be buried within him. However… Edrick–With his shareable innate ability–Had permitted the Red Guardian to experience what it was supposed to feel like.

The noble had reignited a fire within the orcish defender. Later, he had ‘accidentally’ made the protector discover that pleasure did not care about offspring production… Or at least, the red-skinned watcher had discovered that it did not need to be a part of it for great pleasure to be experienced.

Thus… Here he now was–Trying to emulate things he had heard come out of Edrick’s mouth.

The human noble was clearly knowledgeable about such matters. He had a bizarre ease bringing untold ecstasy to anyone–Or anything–He decided to unleash his desires upon.

Be they sapient or otherwise… Be they male or female… Be they one of his companions, or a being he had only just met… When he went for it, all seemed to crumble under his dominating attention.

As such, the Blutgar couldn’t help but want to recreate some of the things the human had talked about. One of which had been the idea that men like both of them needed multiple partners, and that having all of these partners work together was ideal.

…And if one did not feel like dealing with more than one, then they could just pick and choose which they wanted to play with based on their taste for the day.

The Red Guardian still vividly remembered what Anoteros had told him:

“The entirety of the Underwood Elf population is your personal harem, My Friend. They basically worship you. You could have your way with any of them… Literally any, and they wouldn’t have anything to say. As long as you were careful and didn’t hurt anyone, they would see your attention as a blessing. Even the most filthy, depraved, and disgusting things you can imagine... As long as you follow the simple guideline I just gave you, you could get away with bedding any elf you want”

As debauched as it sounded… The Blutgar could not help but understand that Anoteros was entirely correct. As the Red Guardian, he could do things that would be considered awful without repercussions and even earn adoration through them. Of course, he held the Underwood Elves–The treasured sapients of the realm–In high esteem and wouldn’t just go on a lustful rampage.

Nonetheless, it was true that he could indulge himself a bit whenever he so desired…

This was what had led him to grow so aroused upon sensing the six hunters. He had subconsciously been desiring some ‘action’, and as such, when he felt them nearby, his body instinctively knew that them being around was all that was needed for him to spend a good time and unload his sweaty canisters.

He watched attentively as the twinkish hunters ran and twisted their warm tongues all over him. The one trying to engulf the great club made some rather loud throaty noises, really trying to take as much of the virile length as was possible.

The protector relaxed his body, craning his neck upward as he closed his eyes, savouring the sensations…

There were five at work on his man-brain, but the sixth wasn’t simply waiting on the sidelines–He was doing something else to satisfy the Red Guardian.

It was something else Anoteros had mentioned, and actually partook in during their previous sessions.

The defender had found the concept peculiar at first… But he now believed that the human was actually quite trustworthy when it came to the topic. So… He decided to try it out for himself, if a so-called ‘Anilingus’ was any good.

It sounded odd for the dominant male to want to be stimulated there, and Anoteros agreed on the most part–But apparently, if it was an Anilingus in particular performed without any form of fingering or grabbing of the posterior, then it was something Edrick actually recommended.

The Blutgar soon found out that the human had once again been correct. The stimulation was different from usual, and quite subtle, as it wasn’t like the elf could reach far. Nonetheless, the orcish male found this addition to be most enjoyable.

‘Damn… Maybe I really should try to engage in what he calls ‘Biesta’... When it comes to hedonism, he has always been a bullseye without fail. So maybe…’

The Blutgar would ask for a recommendation the next time he saw the human.

“Ah. I am going to come. Gather up, my good boys… I’ll give you a good dose of my batter”

All six of the Underwood Elves were soon on their knees in front of him, mouths open, and tongues sticking out for the oncoming guardian juice.

The Blutgar rapidly stroked himself, soon shooting thick ropes of his reproductive dew, which unfortunately, had no place to be nurtured into life.

The six hunters were covered in thick spurts.

…The defender continued to stroke his hardened member.

“Do me another favour. Kiss and do whatever else amongst each other for me. I want to watch a little bit…”