Bachelorette InterLewd: Bratty Elf in Town [❤️❤️❤️]

You look down at the men with a barely disguised expression of glee. Not because you’re taller. Rather, the opposite.

You are Quinn, and you’re standing on a platform in the middle of a round street. A cul-de-sac, if there were no exits, just five identical houses. The guys stare at you curiously, because this time, you’ve taken the shape of an elf.

You know your way around elves. They’re typically on the tall, leaner sider. From what you understand, there’s wood elves, high elves, default elves, and the rare snow elves. But centuries of mixing among each other, then another couple centuries mixing with humans…well, you differentiate elves between ‘stacked’ and ‘flat’.

You are flat. And short. Hell, you’d call yourself cute if your panties weren’t completely soaked through while standing in front of a pillory. The bright yellow sundress you’re wearing sure is cute. It matches your long blonde hair and makes your mischievous green eyes pop.

“Wassup, horndogs?” You call out in a very uncute way.

“What’s with this sassy, lost—”

“She’s Quinn, you dope! Can’t you see her horns?”

“I guess she’s attractive. Doesn’t she prefer to have more meat?”

Okay, you took this form so people could get used to demons that look more like Halloween and Labor. But now you’re getting a good idea of why she’s so eager to enact violence. Short people really are closer to hell.

“Alight guys, we’ll be drawing straws to organize yourselves into houses. The objective is to keep the house as clean as possible.”

The men look to one another in confusion. You fucked them enough to realize there’s more to this game than just cleaning houses.

“I’ll be visiting a random house.” You lick your lips as you look over the crowd of virile men. Most of them are at least two feet taller than you. “And I’ll be leaving traces, because every two hours, you’ll have to guess which house I’m in. If the correct house gets voted, I’ll be put here.”

You pat the pillory, pussy juices running down your legs as you imagine yourself being used repeatedly. Their eyes light up and the DESIRE among them spikes.

Good.

“The people of the losing house will be the only ones not allowed to use me.”

The murmuring shifts into an excited outcry. You sit down on the platform, kicking your legs as you hold out some straws with numbers on them. The men organize into a line and quickly begin pulling straws. The first couple brush their hands on your legs as you hold out their straws.

The next ones are a bit touchier, and you eventually get to the end of the line without doing anything more than quick kisses and light groping. A bell rings and you shoo them into their houses.

After a couple minutes, you signal your imps to shutter the windows and you ring the doorbell of the first house. You grin to yourself and hide your horns. You're going to be such an annoying little brat.

You lean over the couch back, watching a trio playing a smash clone as another guy, Jerry Rig, blows out your back. They ignore your soft pants and the loud clapping behind them, focused entirely on the game.

Every time one of their characters is hit, their controllers vibrate. Anybody could see where this is going.

“You really stink at that character.” You poke player 2, Greywood. He’s been in your pussy thrice now and he still blushes around you. “Let me play, it’ll be fun.”

His character is blown off the stage and he hands you the controller. You pause the game.

“Hey!” Player 1, an elf named Drillbit, exclaimed.

He was about to say more when he saw you pull pieces off your controller, sticking them to your pointy nipples and clit.

“Vibrators. Each time you hit me, I’ll get ‘distracted’.”  You smile at each of them in turn. Bernie, Player 3, leans forward in his serious game pose. “and if you beat me, I’ll give you a blowjob.”

“I preferred your titjobs.” Drillbit grunts. He’s staring pointedly at your flatter chest.

“You already gave me, like, two.”

They’re saying that, but their pants are getting tighter.

“Those were distracted, sloppy blowjobs. I’m talking down the throat, toe-curling, full tongue, all experience blowjob.”

Jerry almost falters in his rhythm. He’s been going strong for a while, concentrating on getting as much time with you as possible. You squeeze your kegels a bit, shuddering in delight as he jerks inside you, almost losing his precious cum. You lean forwards so your a-cups barely brush against Greywood.

“Let’s see if I can even out poor little Grey’s score.” You tease him and start the game.

It’s clear very quickly that you are much better than them. Dodge cancels, perfect blocks, faked counters…you’ve got them on the ropes.

“Oh crumbs, she’s good.”

“No, you’re just not pulling your weight. Hey, Greywood. Help us out, distract her.”

Greywood looks to you. You give him a big smug smile.

“You wouldn’t ruin this for me, would you? If you kiss me, I’ll just make you cum early again.” That was a bit mean. But you need this nerd to stand up for himself.

He reddens and looks away.

When emotions run high, people are more receptive to manipulation, mundane or magical. In a sense, you can get action by being annoying. The squeaky wheel gets grease.

You want some ‘grease’? Time to be very squeaky.

You knock them all off the stage. Your finger work is legendary, these games are nothing to you.

“Pff! Are you guys even trying?” You yawn. “Or are you the sort of weirdos that get off on having a girl beat you?”

The three other players look at each other and nod. They’re about to lock in.

“Fufufufu! Do you seriously think you can beat me? I’ve got three stock—”

A moment’s distraction, and Jerry squeezes your hips to shove himself into you. You let out a squeak of surprise, your fingers a second too slow as Grey’s character grabs yours. Your squeals shift into lewd panting as the vibrators on your clit and nipples vibrate with each hit.

BUZZ!

“Kya!~”

BUZZZZ!

“Kyaaaa~!”

BUZZZZZZZ!

“I’m gonna—”

Your character gets thrown between grabs, each slam buzzing more fluid from your wanting cunny. You bring your controller up to your face to hide your pleasured smile, nipples getting more erect with every hit. Jerry thrusts into you faster and faster, continuing even as he shoots his load into your tight insides. He pulls out in time for you to lose your last stock, his crotch drenched in your love juices. He grins confidently and picks you up so he can make out with you.

You reward him by exploring his mouth with so much passion that he shoots another load over your navel.

You’re not done yet! They keep playing their game on the couch, and you lay yourself across their legs to play with Greywood’s cock. You lick your lips as you play with his rod. Making yourself a short bratty elf has the advantage of making average dicks seem a lot bigger by comparison!

You pop his dick in your mouth, rubbing your body over the laps of two other horny men as they keep playing. You don’t stop making annoying comments, though. You make sure to point out every mistake Greywood makes, popping his member out every so often to comment on his awful playstyle.

His cock pushes into your cheek, Drillbit and Bernie’s stiffening lengths poking you in your belly and between your thighs. You squirm in place, humming happily as their precum leaks through their trousers. Greywood’s character fall of the stage and you giggle loudly on his member.

“Wow!” Greywood’s cock pops out of your mouth. “I’ve seen a lot of embarrassing deaths, but that’s got to be in the top five. Don’t you know you can ledge grab?”

“No…” He mumbles. “I’m still learning the controls.”

“Really? Pfff!” You rub your small elf body over the other crotches, teasing them in front of Greywood. “At this rate, I’ll have grandchildren before you figure it out!”

Greywood frowns and you adopt a smug grin. Daring him to do something.

And he does! Graeywood picks you up by the waist and flips you upside down so that your face is smushed against his crotch. You inhale deeply, his dick throbbing angrily in your face as he spreads your legs apart to reveal your pristine elf pussy. His hot breath teases your tight bitchhole, and you crane your head up at him to tease him one last time.

“What, never seen one for free before?”

Greywood scowls and shoves you onto his cock. His raging member pierces up your throat, his tongue racing circles around your labia before digging deep into your folds. He bounces you upside down on his dick, making you whine sluttily every time his cock and tongue dig into you.

You’ve bounced on a lot of cocks before, but never mouth-first! You twitch and spasm, his regular thrusts devolving into a frenzy, using your yapping mouth as an onahole. His cock erupts down your throat, shooting delicious man batter into your stomach. Your legs kick wildly, the first orgasm coursing through you from the bottom up, a shower of your femcum trickling in every direction.

“Careful! No messes, remember?” Drillbit warns.

“Fuck! Sorry, her trash-talking was too much.” Greywood dumps you on the floor, his cock sliding out of your thrussy as you stare at them in a fuck-drunk smile. “It looks like a minor spill. We can recover from this.”

You lick the load from your lips and giggle.

“As if you guys could ever make me cause a mess.”

Drillbit and Bernie stare at you, clearly tilted.

A minute later, you’re sandwiched between he two men, making slutty faces as their cocks hammer into your asshole and pussy. You wrap your arms around Bernie’s neck, his rod slamming into harder every time you insult his choice of character.

“Guh!~ Guh!~ Guh!~ Guys!~ I’m!~ Gonna!~ Cum!~”

Your eyes cross as your cunt and butthole milk them for all they have. They relax and pull out, making sure your holes are leaking over a conveniently placed rug. As you hang from Bernie’s neck like a cumsock turned tie, trembling from the aftershocks of getting used like a two-dollar whore, you whisper mockingly.

“I’m so full of your hot fucking jizz…it’d suck if I got pregnant with one of your stupid kids~”

“That’s it, round two!” Drillbit yells.

“No, you’re going to get us eliminated!”

“Shut up and play your game! I’m going to stuff her so full of cum she won’t be able to speak!”

Drillbit shoves your face between the couch cushions, squeezing your face together in an exaggerated duckface. He positions himself behind you and shoves himself inside without hesitation, hammering his cock into you with reckless fury. Sparks fly in your vision as your tight elven slit is ravaged by the enraged man, your ahegao duckface drooling with desire as Greywood positions his cock in front of you.

You latch on eagerly, staring up at him with hearts in your eyes as your small frame is dominated between the two men. You squeal with happiness as you feel the pleasurable DESIRE filling you, your A-cups slowly filling out as your stomach swells.

Fuck, you love getting pregnant. Just thinking about how they're using you as a glorified onahole stuck between the couch cushions as your belly grows with child...You stare reverently up at the man facefucking your bitchy mouth, moaning huskily with every thrust as the man behind you slams his cock into your tight cunny.

You giggle stupidly as they shoot their loads inside you just as the bell rings.

“Shit, shit! We have to hide her!”

They still want you to themselves, after all that abuse? Happiness and labor tremble through your thoroughly dicked body.

Then they toss you into a big chest, working in concert to clean up any evidence of you. There are some sounds, but you don’t hear much. You’re too busy clamping your mouth shut and trying not to moan too loudly as you give birth to your next demonic child. You flick your milky B-cups and spread your legs apart, shivering in delight when your offspring spreads your cunny apart.

They find you a bit later, getting fucked by Chinkapin inside the trunk. You’re slathered in his cum, having somehow spread his seed all over your body as you shifted around in the too-small space.

“This game is called twister.”

The slim elf girl in a gymnastic sling puts one foot on a red dot, ears wiggling happily as you all watch the tights dig into her butt.

“Are you perverts just watching my petite ass? What are you, twelve? Grow up.”

You and the other guys look at each other. Last round, you looked through a few of the other houses to vote on who was hiding Quinn. For some reason, they found some panties in your house. So you guys got voted out.

You’re sure she was at your neighbors.

And now Quinn is in your house, sporting a double-bun hairstyle, a slightly larger rack, and a leotard that seems to get skimpier with every movement she makes.

“Well? What are you, dumb? Spin the wheel so I can kick your asses!” Quinn stomps her free foot. “Are you that afraid a sweet little elf like me will beat you?”

Sweet?

Despite knowing this is Quinn, you’re getting a bit ticked off. You spin the wheel and start to play. After a couple turns go by, you have a feeling the wheel isn’t as random as it seems. Quinn is flexible, but her spins always land somewhere easily accessible.

However, whenever you guys spin, you always end up getting more twisted. You manage not to trip over yourselves as you reach for reds, blues, greens, and yellows, but Quinn always finds herself in the best position.

Rocker thought he had an easy position in the first two turns. Except Quinn put herself in front of him, leaning back so her leotard digs deeper into her vagina. She wiggles around, the tight fabric getting thinner until there’s only a tight line of fabric wedged into her heart-shaped butt. She looks behind him and begins her smug smack talk.

“Do you even have a dick? I’m so close to your crotch…It must be tiny!”

Rocker frowns and pulls down his pants, letting his cock flop out onto her ass. Quinn giggles and moves her butt so Rocker’s cock is caught beneath the fabric. Realizing what’s happening, you spin the wheel so you can switch their positions, but Quinn twerks her firm buttcheeks, rubbing Rocker’s rod between her soft ass and tight leotard. By the time it gets to his turn, he cums over her back and stumbles backwards.

“Ew! I can’t believe you shot your gross jizz over my body!”

She may be saying that, but the blush and the way she’s subtly spreading the man goo all over her body makes it clear she’s loving it.

Doodle is the next one out. He’s balanced on his side when Quinn moves her body over and around his head.

“Staring at my pussy? Perv.”

She’s grinning as she says that, her modest breasts brushing at the back of Doodle’s head, her slim figure practically shoved into his face. She blows a hot breath into his ear and his limbs collapse under him.

He didn’t even get to cum.

“That’s two!” She grins. “I’m barely even trying here, you’re pathetic!”

Vein is unlucky. His legs are spread apart and he’s leaning all the way forwards when Quinn spins to set up in the four circles beneath him. He could only stare at her as she sets herself between his legs. She gives him a wink between his legs and unzips his pants with her teeth.

“Mmf…something smells good! But it can’t be you, cuz you’re clearly the type of guy who doesn’t clean his dick!”

“…I haven’t had a chance to clean it between fucking sluts.”

“Ha! Like you’ve ever had sex!” Quinn laughs, but her eyes are on his throbbing erection.

To be fair, Vein has had sex several times at this point. Mostly with Quinn, a few times with her newly spawned daughters.

Quinn angles her body up, slipping the rod between her boobs and her leotard, slowly moving her body up and down. Vein clenches his teeth, trying desperately not to cum. But the small elf has other plans.

“Eugh, get your gross cock out of here!”

She doesn’t slow down. She makes the sluttiest face you’ve seen of her yet and takes Vein’s balls in her mouth, eyes rolling back as she rolls her tongue around the testicles. It’s too much for Vein, he spasms and collapses as he shoots his sticky load down her skin-tight uniform. Rivulets of jizz leak from the sides of the leotard, mixing with the arousal running down her legs. When he collapses, he tears a bit of the leotard from Quinn’s shoulder, exposing a single tit.

“Your stupid dick ruined my dress! And your hot jizz is stuck in all the hardest places to clean!” Quinn whines. “I can’t believe you pervs would do this to meeee~!”

You’re next. You’re in a reverse steeple when Quinn spins and places herself in a mirrored position. Your limbs are shaking from holding your position for so long, but Quinn has the nerve to yawn. When it’s her turn to spin, her leg travels over your crotch, stopping to brush your dick through your pants. She presses on you and you collapse.

“Hey! You cheated!”

“What?” Quinn smiles innocently. “Nuh-uh.”

“Ya-huh!” You jump to your feet.

“Doesn’t seem like something I’d do. Now shoo, I’m about to win.”

You glare at her and pull down your pants, man meat throbbing angrily. You grab her by the hips and slap your cock on her body, her small size making it reach past her navel. She gasps, in pleasure or surprise you’re not sure.

“Let’s see you win while carrying my child!”

“Ah, grosssss~! This old pervert wants to fuck me!” Quinn squeals.

“I’m thirty!” You yell and shove yourself inside her.

“And I may-unf~ look small-unf~ but I’m actually-unf~ several centuries-uuhhhhhn~ old!~”

Her jokes only make you fuck her harder. Every thrust into her is more vicious than the last, her torn leotard stretches to the side as your cock spreads her insides apart. Despite this, she manages to keep her position on the circles.

Even as her hips widen, her tits swell, and her abdomen balloons upward. The slim elf is no more, replaced by a heavily pregnant elf slut, panting and moaning with every thrust. The leotard stretches too much around her pregnant belly and with a final snap, her ruined outfit falls to the floor. Her bouncing boobs flick milk in every direction, her smug expression melting into pure pleasure. With a final thrust, you hilt your cock all the way inside, Quinn’s feet lifting with the mat as you cum.

She’s using magic to stick herself to the mat! And there’s no way she should be able to keep herself in a reverse arch if she was a normal elf!

“Haaah…I can’t believe you stuffed a baby into me~ My beautifully slim body is ruined!” She grins weakly. “But at least I won twister!”

“Actually…” Hatchet, the last player, steps over Quinn so his exposed cock is resting on her face. “I’m still playing.”

Quinn licks her lips and nestles her cheek against the cock, rubbing it lovingly.

“What are you going to do?~ Shove your stinky dwarf dick down my mouth and fuck my slutty bitch mouth until I give up?~”

Her pussy leaks and milk dribbles from her darkened nipples as she talks, betraying exactly how excited she is for Hatchet’s ‘stinky dwarf cock’.

Her limbs fail her as she deepthroats Hatchet, her body landing on the mat with a wet smack.

You and the others end up using her on the mat for a while after that.

Quinn, ever the slut, lets her preggo pussy and tight asshole get double penetrated between two sitting men as she takes turns sucking and jacking off the other three cocks. Her cheeks go sallow as each of you take turns cumming in her mouth, load after load shooting into her tight pussy and tighter asshole. Jizz dribbles down her chin every time she switches from one length to another, a large puddle of fluids growing beneath her.

By the time everyone’s had a turn, you leave Quinn on the mat to take a break. Covered in jizz, bloated with child, milk trickling from her obscene boobs…she still has the energy to complain.

“Look what you pervs did to me! I’m so sticky with cum…my boobs grew another cup size…and my innocent little slit is disgustingly engorged!”

"You’re fingering yourself!” Hatchet points out. “And you won’t stop looking at our dicks!”

Watching the small elf finger herself gets you rock-hard again. Just to prove Hatchet’s point, you flop your dick over her shoulder. Instead of flinching, Quinn’s lips lewdly stretch out to take your cock head as her eyelids flutter in pleasure.

“Mmmm~ I don’t know what you’re talking about~” Quinn hums and fingers herself faster, the wet sounds of her jilling before she finally shudders out a spray of juices getting the others in the mood again.

“Fine.” Hatchet grunts and flips her over so that her face is in your crotch. “Be that way.”

Hatchet shoves himself into her glistening butthole and you thrust the moaning slut between your two bodies. She looks up at you, smug green eyes rolling back every few seconds as the pleasurable contractions overtake her.

She’s on all fours, sucking your dick when she gives pauses and moans. Hatchet groans, her tight pucker squeezing his cock as her puffy love tunnel spreads apart. She pulls herself off your dick and squeals, and you jack off to shoot your seed all over her as she twitches in pleasure.

“Ah!~ Ah!~ Ahhhhhhhhhnnhn!~ You perverts are making me give birth!~ A child born from a gangbang!~”

Quinn opens her mouth and lolls out her tongue to catch your sperm, a final burst of pleasure making her shoot milk from her swollen udders as she pushes out an incubus. Hatchet keeps pumping away at her ass, the incubus slipping between his legs and quickly growing into a blue-skinned and blue-haired beanpole with heavy bags under his eyes. He nurses from her swollen tits, his dick springing up beneath her as Quinn barely spares him a glance. Quinn latches back onto your dick, her tongue swirling around it to bring you to full mast again. Her stomach shrinks back to normal, but her tits stay the same size.

“You guys are awful!~ Mwah! Letting an incubus develop while watching his slut of a mother pleasure you!” Quinn whines. “Cypress is sure to have issues!”

Cypress rolls his eyes.

You have a bit more time to spare, so you let Cypress have a turn with his smaller mother while the rest of you easily clean up the mess by rolling up the mat. Cypress even manages to prevent Quinn from making too much of a mess by shoving a dildo into her pussy to stop her from leaking cum everywhere.

By the time the bell rings, you’ve hidden the demonic pair in a closet and pass the inspection easily.

Quinn leaves with a smile, a slight bulge in her stomach from all the cum stuffed into her. She even leaves you with Cypress, who turns out to be a lot easier to play games with.

Ignore the AI struggling to write

You’re surprised you haven’t been able to sniff out Quinn. You are Tomtom the kobold, and it seems that Quinn’s games always end up one way: with someone’s dick inside her. The bell rang twice, yet the voting hasn’t revealed Quinn yet.

These ‘bachelorette parties’ always seem to have a lesson behind them. How to clean, cook, communicate, navigate, swim…is this one a valuable lesson about the failures of democracy?

Unlikely.

This round, she’s at your house. The kobold house. Her pigtails bounce and she pulls the hem of her too big t-shirt, declaring that you’d be playing hide and seek. She’d hide in the house and you’d have to find the ‘correct one’.

“What ‘correct one’?” Red asks.

“Fufufu~ Right question.” She snaps her fingers. “Cloth! Tropo! Latch! Initiate the ‘Tree in the Forest’ protocol!”

Instantly, a bunch of elves resembling Quinn enter the house, flooding the place in a crowd of identical faces and similarly small statures. Quinn’s voice echoes in your minds mockingly.

<Now, how are you going to find me? These illusory NPCs look a lot like me, and there’s so many of them! Can you trust your senses? Fair warning, if you get the wrong one, it can be messy…how will you ever find me? Muahahaha!>

It’s true. They all look the same. They all smell the same! Except…

Red reaches into the crowd and pulls up a single elf, his large paws easily picking her up by the head. Now that she’s lifted higher, you can see she’s only wearing panties under her shirt, a wet spot growing as the arousal leaks from her.

“Eh? How did you find me?”

“The fact you have a double-E chest while all the others are flat as boards could have something to do with it.” Red points to her chest, straining against the t-shirt marked ‘OPPAI’.

Yeah, there’s that.

“Okay, you found me.” She smiles smugly as the copies disappear, leaving a bunch of clothes to flutter to the ground. “Now what?”

Red lifts the t-shirt up and your eyes widen when you notice Quinn’s slightly distended stomach. She squeals adorably and tries to pull down her shirt, but Red ignores her. He slips a claw under her panties and pulls it off, Quinn’s reddening ears wiggling happily. Her pussy clamps tightly around a dildo, her arousal leaking around the nearly watertight seal.

“Kyyaaaaaa~! These horndogs are about to use me as their plaything! My poor, innocent maidenhood!” Quinn squeals and hides her excited face.

Innocent? She may look it at first glance, but she’s sucked and fucked every guy here several times over the past few days. Red just sighs and gently tugs at the dildo.

“Quinn, you can’t expect us to—”

SPLURRRRT!

The plastic cock slips out of her and a torrent of white goop follows, coating the ground in a thick puddle of jism. Quinn’s legs tremble as the cum gushes out of her, but she doesn’t look the least bit ashamed of the mess she makes. The didlo rolls around for a moment, then dissipates into nothing.

“Ewwww! Look at the mess you made! Your hot, thick, cummies splattering all over the place because you can’t keep it in your pants.” Her eyes roll back and her pussy twitches, another fat load threatening to shoot out of her. “I knew kobolds were messy! Now everyone will know you violated my innocence! My tiny~ elven~ pussy!”

She’s panting and purses her lips, seconds from making the mess even bigger. Red acts fast, shoving his cock inside her pussy so fast that his knot slips in without so much as a pop. Quinn squeaks in pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck and panting into his chest fur. Red stares down at her and groans, her tight cunt squeezing him as she makes lewd faces and slowly pulls herself up and down on his meat.

The former alpha, Red, quickly takes charge. It’s a bit odd to see him point to each of you as a small elf hangs from his neck like an apron…

“Tomtom–unf—and Snowball, go pick up the clothes the copies left all over the place. Spot, go find a mop so we ca-a-a-a-a-aaan clean up. I’ll go-oh-oho-ohhhhh~ to the bathroom to mitigate any more…messes.”

“Yesss~” You hear Quinn whisper as Red jogs past you, bouncing the shortstack with every step. “How’s my tight elven pussy feel on your fat fucking knot? Gonna cum? Gonna stuff me? Come on, you know you want to~”

Walking around the house, you sniff out every article of clothing Quinn’s clones left behind. You find panties in the weirdest places: the dishwasher, in a potted plant, even under the kitchen sink! When you finally finish cleaning up what was clearly an attempt to get this team to lose, you join the others in the bathroom.

Kobolds crowd by the door, massaging their cocks as the stifled moaning comes from inside. Peeking over the others, you find Red and Spot double teaming Quinn in the bathtub. She’s laying back and getting spitroasted on their cocks, her tits and cum-swollen stomach bouncing between them as her limbs hang loosely. Spot’s knot is stuck in her throat, Quinn’s giddy face rubbing into his fuzzy testicles.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap-

“Damn it, I’m almost out!” Red growls. “When I’m out, she’s going to make a mess everywhere. Get r-ready!”

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap-

“—NOWooooooooo!”

Red howls, Quinn’s bloated stomach churning and growing to the size of a watermelon, the pressure finally pushing Red’s member free from the small elf’s folds in a spray of sexual fluids. Just as he predicted, Quinn’s spasming body flicks thick gobs of jizz in every direction. Mostly, she lifts her body up so that a lot shoots back into Spot’s face. Gasping and sputtering, he tries to pull her off his cock, but the small elf wraps her limbs around him so she can squeeze the loads into his muzzle as she continues to bounce her body on him, the knot going up and down her throat like a yo-yo. Every bounce, her swollen stomach shrinks and her expression gets more lewd, until Spot is slathered in jizz and Quinn is loudly gagging on his knot.

Spot tries to grab her by the legs, but her hold on him is too tight. She just squeezes her body against him, mushing her breasts into his crotch. He looks to you guys for comfort, but you all look away shamefully, knowing there’s nothing you can do but watch.

Her small hands grab Spot’s testes, and his sputtering shifts into a yowl, a mix of pain and pleasure, shooting a hefty load up the small elf’s throat.

“Graaah~!” Spot finally pulls her off with a pop, her breasts swinging between her smug, cum-splattered face.

She licks her lips and squirms, adopting an innocent expression.

“You kobolds are such mean perverts!~ Stuffing my holes with your fat doggy cocks~, filling me up until I’m gurgling with your hot, sticky loads!~ I can’t believe it!~” The blush spreads from her cheeks to the tip of her ears, and she brings her hand up between her legs to touch herself. “You’ve already ruined me! Gosh, why don’t you just stuff me full of puppies so I can live as your breeding elf forever?~”

…

A little later, Quinn is riding you with an ecstatic face. You grit your teeth, the shortstack loudly mewling like a bitch in heat as her pussy squeezes your knot for all it’s worth. You’re panting, struggling to stay standing from the pleasure, but Quinn just braces her legs against yours and bounces on your dick like you’re going to lose it.

The way she’s going, you just might.

“Haah~ haah~! Do you love my slutty elf pussy?~ My tight, fuckable hole?~ Come on, cum inside me!~” She looks your way, face flushed and massive tits slapping loudly against her body. “Breed me!~ Breed me, breed me breed meeeeeee!~”

You shut her up, take her mouth in yours. Your tongue explores her mouth, her squealing and grunting muffled as her tight passage squeezes you harder. Your mind blanks out for a moment, and you imagine her obscene body stuffed with your pups.

The thought is enough.

Her tits grow a couple cup sizes, milk flicking off her nipples in every direction. Her cunt contracts on your cock and you howl into each other’s mouths as your ejaculate, her belly swelling with jizz and new demonic life. Her body grows heavier on you, but she still manages to push herself up, pulling your knot with her to slam back down on it. Her maternity and tits slap against each other, milk flowing down her pale skin as she continues to spear herself on your cock.

The sensation becomes too much and you break the kiss, but somehow, you remain standing. You keep standing, the preggo elf holding her massive jugs up as she keeps pumping your cock while she is heavy with child.

With her size, she’d be used as an onahole. Except you’re the one being used as a living dildo. Stars dance in your vision and you can barely see Quinn looking up at you, tears in her rolled back eyes and teeth clenched in a smile of a never-ending orgasm. Your erection shrinks enough that she slips out in a mighty pop, but with another kiss, your erection springs back up and she spears your cock into her butthole.

“Ehehehehe!~ Is that it? Are you going to give up because my pussy was too awesome?” She gyrates her hips and you clench your teeth, trying to stay conscious.

She shudders through another climax, arcs of milk shooting from her tits. They’re bigger than basketballs now, absolutely massive on her tiny body. She wiggles them around, showing them off proudly to the other kobolds watching. One hand trails between her legs, to the inflamed pussy lips spitting out jizz with every slap of her body on yours. She fingers herself slowly, with one finger at first, then another, until she’s got all five massaging her drooling cunt, and she brings up a big glob of your seed to drip on her lolled out tongue.

“You perverted my body, reduced me to a preggo, dogcock-loving whore, and your pathetic little prick won’t even stay up? Wow, maybe I’ll give birth to something that can fuck the daylights out of me.”

Her words reinvigorate you and with a howl of lust, you grab her ankles and her wrists, spreading her body apart until you’re holding her in a full nelson and jackhammering yourself into her. Her voice catches, her entire body jiggling, every thrust spreading her supple asshole apart and making her squirt again and again.

With a final screech of pleasure, Quinn’s pussy lips spread apart and she gives birth. But you’re so horny, so full of lust, you just keep fucking her ass until her spawn slips out. You’re so blinded by lust that you don’t notice how quickly it grows, growing taller than even Quinn with thick matronly curves and a heaving busom.

In fact, you keep cumming inside Quinn. You keep cumming as the succubus looks at you, slamming your massive cock into the smaller elf’s body as her stomach swells from load after load shooting inside her asshole.

“Ara~, ara~…” The elf, looking more like a mother than Quinn does, blushes.

She leans closer, stuffing her face into your fuzzy balls and licking Quinn’s pussy whenever she could. Every time Quinn’s small body slams into your crotch, she douses her daughter in a mixture of milk and femcum. The new succubus moans lewdly and opens her mouth, hoping to catch as much cast off as she can. You catch sight of her, her mouth pooling with mixed fluids and you let out a feral howl of ecstasy, shooting your biggest load yet into the smaller elf. When you’re finally spent, Quinn slips off your cock with barely a whimper, hugging her swollen belly with a grin.

She stands next to the new succubus elf, her shorter stature and similar features making her look more like the daughter of the two. If you didn’t know better, you’d think someone fucked the daughter in front of the mother until she turned into a cum-addicted shortstack. Instead, the younger succubus looks at the smaller demon’s massive boobs resting on her swollen stomach with worshipping eyes.

The new succubus licks her lips. Her fingers have been massaging her nethers since she started.

“Dogwood.” Quinn giggles and pats her sloshing belly, her gigantic tits heaving with every breath. “What’s our purpose?”

“To pleasure those thick, juicy knots until our bellies are stuffed with puppies.” Dogwood leans her head against Quinn’s cum-stuffed stomach, her eyes focused on your twitching red rocket.

“Good girl. Let mommy teach you.”

The short, bratty mother and mature, milfy daughter converge on your cock, their tongues mixing together around your cock before they take turns sucking the last of your semen from your spent balls. Of course, they have a bunch more horny kobold cocks to use, so by the time the bell rings again, you leave the two jizz-bloated elves in the bathroom and lock the door.

Turns out, the illusory NPCs were in a few of the other houses as well. It only took one person to find some lost panties for the vote to pass against another house. To think if they searched your house better, they would have found two blonde elves, mother and daughter, licking the cum from each other’s pussies in the bathtub.

You weren't voted out. Nobody must have wanted to brave the sign you put on the door of the locked bathroom: ‘WARNING: PLUGGED TOILET’.