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Morala pressed her forehead against the brickwork of the alley's wall where her hands were already pushed flat. She gritted her teeth as the stranger behind her rutted against her partially-exposed ass with the kind of carless roughness she'd come to expect from these backwater drunks.
"Bloody 'ell... I ain't ever dreamed Elf cunt'd be dis good," he slurred by her slightly pointed ear. The stench of cheap drink on his breath made her turn her face the other way. The man only laughed and followed her with his own face, pressing it close on the other side of her head to enjoy her discomfort. He stepped forward to pin her thin body against the wall with his chest and protruding belly.
"You like big, 'uman cock, eh? Barely able 'take it? Tight li'l bitch... I seen 'em Elf boys, 'fore. Look just like you Elf sluts. Makin' me wonder if dey got any cock 't all, or just more cunt 'oles!"
He drove the last point home by reaching under the front of Morala's skirt and giving her soaked clit a few smacks. When he saw how she squealed and squirmed, he laughed louder and curled his two middle fingers up into her stuffed cunt right along side his cock.
Morala's mouth hung open and let out strained grunts from the overwhelming sensation. The brute jerked his hooked fingers up against the inside of her cunt roughly and drove his thick cock as deep into her pussy as the standing position would allow. Once the defenseless Elf yelped and gasped, he pulled his fingers back out with another laugh, grabbing at her exposed tit with his wet fingers.
"'ope I fockin' ruin dis tight bitch 'ole. Pretty li'l Elf cunt loves it, eh? Won't be cravin' nuffin' but big, 'uman cock...'"
The man leaned back enough to move his hand from her sore tit to the side of her head, pinning it against the wall without a thought for her comfort. His other arm wrapped under her waist and pulled back, lifting her lower body until her toes were barely scraping against the dirty ground. All she could do was hang there and drool stupidly from the brain-melting mixture of rough pleasure and carelessly-applied pain.
The man hunched over her body closely, supporting her small frame entirely between his arm under her hips and his hand pressing her head to the wall. His thrusts turned into a strained slamming, his swinging balls slapping against her soaked clit and thighs as he jerked himself off inside her like an Elven cocksleeve.
"Das it!... Li'l Elf cock 'ole... Take it all, fockin' 'ore!"
The man arched his back up straighter, pressing more of his weight against the side of her head and dragging her ass tight against his hips as the first shot of his "inferior" Human cum sprayed against her already cum-stained cervix. Morala couldn't keep her eyes from rolling back in her skull slowly with a cock-drunk moan. He used his arm beneath her to slide her small body back and forth on his cumming cock slowly, using her insides to milk the shots of cum out until her abused cunt started dripping the fresh load down her smooth thighs and onto the ground beneath her dangling toes.
"Fffockin' 'ell... Das a bloody good cunt you got 'ere, eh?" The man turned his head as he spoke, ignoring Morala entirely to ask the question to the man standing guard at the entrance to the alley way.
Davian looked over his shoulder casually, seeing Morala hanging there in the man's grip, looking just as fuck drunk and stupid as she did after every customer.
"Mm? Another coin and you can see how good its other holes feel," Davian tried to upsell the stranger with a mostly indifferent tone. His speech was more refined than that of the ignorant peasant currently balls-deep in his Elven companion. His hand pressed against the pommel of the sword sheathed at his hip out of habit, the Human swordsman looking intimidating enough to keep any curious eyes from interrupting his customer.
The man let out a drunken laugh between pants to catch his breath, looking back down at the limp fuckmeat hanging from his grip and cock. He sighed contentedly and let go of Morala's waist, letting her legs drop to the ground clumsily. He pushed his weight off the wall with the hand pressed to her head and stumbled backward a step. Morala slumped against the alley's stone ground in an unceremonious heap, her brain still too numb to catch herself.
"Ah, li'l bitch drained me too good... I'm gettin' 'nother pint and den I'll be back, hear? Fuck yer pret'y Elf arse once I need some'n' t' piss in," the man slurred out before laughing to himself again. He struggled to put his pants back on while shuffling back toward the tavern he'd come out of originally. Davian watched the drunkard stumble back through the tavern door, the orange lights from inside glowing brightly against the growing darkness of the street.
He turned to look at the mess of freshly-fucked Elf lying on the ground between the two buildings. It was getting late and he figured they didn't have much longer to find new customers. The useless bitch had already been out here for several hours, getting cock after cock shoved into her, one coin at a time. He touched the coin purse secured beneath his shirt. It'd grown a fair amount but it was still nowhere near what he wanted out of this lying bitch.
"Come on, then. Wake the fuck up." His anger was tempered by cold indifference to her problems and practical concerns for his money as he walked toward Morala's unmoving body. She was muttering to herself, barely still awake after how thoroughly she'd been raped throughout the day. For as much as the last fool was just being a cretin, his boasting about Elves loving Human cock seemed to be quite true. The worthless Elf lying at his feet acted like she was so superior to all the "vulgar Humans" in this town but he'd watched her spiral into more of a bitch in heat after each cock she'd taken.
Davian squatted down to deliver a quick slap to Morala's cheek, noting with annoyance how the whore moaned at the hit. His annoyance turned to disgust when he noticed how her empty-headed expression, the way her eyes were glazed over, reminded him of Barlow's expression just before he died. The memory sparked new anger in Davian. He stood and kicked the Elf's legs apart to stand between them. He lifted the toe of his leather boot and pressed it down against Morala's freshly-abused cunt.
"Wake. Up! You haven't paid off even half the debt, yet," he growled the words, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention in the town. He leaned down just enough to spit on the cock-drunk Elf's face out of spite before grinding the toe of his boot down harder. The pain finally roused Morala from her bliss but Davian didn't stop until she was grabbing and pushing desperately at his leg to make it stop.
"Get up and put yourself back together, bitch. No one wants to pay for used-up goods," Davian said, his foot finally removed from the squirming woman on the ground. He walked back to the alley's entrance and crossed his arms with barely-suppressed rage. The mental image of Barlow bleeding out in his arms nearly made him lose his composure. But he couldn't avoid the fact that the failed quest had put him in considerable debt and that the quickest way to dig himself back out was to let the town have their fill of the lying slut's fuckable holes.
"Bloody 'ell... I ain't ever dreamed Elf cunt'd be dis good," he slurred by her slightly pointed ear. The stench of cheap drink on his breath made her turn her face the other way. The man only laughed and followed her with his own face, pressing it close on the other side of her head to enjoy her discomfort. He stepped forward to pin her thin body against the wall with his chest and protruding belly.
"You like big, 'uman cock, eh? Barely able 'take it? Tight li'l bitch... I seen 'em Elf boys, 'fore. Look just like you Elf sluts. Makin' me wonder if dey got any cock 't all, or just more cunt 'oles!"
He drove the last point home by reaching under the front of Morala's skirt and giving her soaked clit a few smacks. When he saw how she squealed and squirmed, he laughed louder and curled his two middle fingers up into her stuffed cunt right along side his cock.
Morala's mouth hung open and let out strained grunts from the overwhelming sensation. The brute jerked his hooked fingers up against the inside of her cunt roughly and drove his thick cock as deep into her pussy as the standing position would allow. Once the defenseless Elf yelped and gasped, he pulled his fingers back out with another laugh, grabbing at her exposed tit with his wet fingers.
"'ope I fockin' ruin dis tight bitch 'ole. Pretty li'l Elf cunt loves it, eh? Won't be cravin' nuffin' but big, 'uman cock...'"
The man leaned back enough to move his hand from her sore tit to the side of her head, pinning it against the wall without a thought for her comfort. His other arm wrapped under her waist and pulled back, lifting her lower body until her toes were barely scraping against the dirty ground. All she could do was hang there and drool stupidly from the brain-melting mixture of rough pleasure and carelessly-applied pain.
The man hunched over her body closely, supporting her small frame entirely between his arm under her hips and his hand pressing her head to the wall. His thrusts turned into a strained slamming, his swinging balls slapping against her soaked clit and thighs as he jerked himself off inside her like an Elven cocksleeve.
"Das it!... Li'l Elf cock 'ole... Take it all, fockin' 'ore!"
The man arched his back up straighter, pressing more of his weight against the side of her head and dragging her ass tight against his hips as the first shot of his "inferior" Human cum sprayed against her already cum-stained cervix. Morala couldn't keep her eyes from rolling back in her skull slowly with a cock-drunk moan. He used his arm beneath her to slide her small body back and forth on his cumming cock slowly, using her insides to milk the shots of cum out until her abused cunt started dripping the fresh load down her smooth thighs and onto the ground beneath her dangling toes.
"Fffockin' 'ell... Das a bloody good cunt you got 'ere, eh?" The man turned his head as he spoke, ignoring Morala entirely to ask the question to the man standing guard at the entrance to the alley way.
Davian looked over his shoulder casually, seeing Morala hanging there in the man's grip, looking just as fuck drunk and stupid as she did after every customer.
"Mm? Another coin and you can see how good its other holes feel," Davian tried to upsell the stranger with a mostly indifferent tone. His speech was more refined than that of the ignorant peasant currently balls-deep in his Elven companion. His hand pressed against the pommel of the sword sheathed at his hip out of habit, the Human swordsman looking intimidating enough to keep any curious eyes from interrupting his customer.
The man let out a drunken laugh between pants to catch his breath, looking back down at the limp fuckmeat hanging from his grip and cock. He sighed contentedly and let go of Morala's waist, letting her legs drop to the ground clumsily. He pushed his weight off the wall with the hand pressed to her head and stumbled backward a step. Morala slumped against the alley's stone ground in an unceremonious heap, her brain still too numb to catch herself.
"Ah, li'l bitch drained me too good... I'm gettin' 'nother pint and den I'll be back, hear? Fuck yer pret'y Elf arse once I need some'n' t' piss in," the man slurred out before laughing to himself again. He struggled to put his pants back on while shuffling back toward the tavern he'd come out of originally. Davian watched the drunkard stumble back through the tavern door, the orange lights from inside glowing brightly against the growing darkness of the street.
He turned to look at the mess of freshly-fucked Elf lying on the ground between the two buildings. It was getting late and he figured they didn't have much longer to find new customers. The useless bitch had already been out here for several hours, getting cock after cock shoved into her, one coin at a time. He touched the coin purse secured beneath his shirt. It'd grown a fair amount but it was still nowhere near what he wanted out of this lying bitch.
"Come on, then. Wake the fuck up." His anger was tempered by cold indifference to her problems and practical concerns for his money as he walked toward Morala's unmoving body. She was muttering to herself, barely still awake after how thoroughly she'd been raped throughout the day. For as much as the last fool was just being a cretin, his boasting about Elves loving Human cock seemed to be quite true. The worthless Elf lying at his feet acted like she was so superior to all the "vulgar Humans" in this town but he'd watched her spiral into more of a bitch in heat after each cock she'd taken.
Davian squatted down to deliver a quick slap to Morala's cheek, noting with annoyance how the whore moaned at the hit. His annoyance turned to disgust when he noticed how her empty-headed expression, the way her eyes were glazed over, reminded him of Barlow's expression just before he died. The memory sparked new anger in Davian. He stood and kicked the Elf's legs apart to stand between them. He lifted the toe of his leather boot and pressed it down against Morala's freshly-abused cunt.
"Wake. Up! You haven't paid off even half the debt, yet," he growled the words, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention in the town. He leaned down just enough to spit on the cock-drunk Elf's face out of spite before grinding the toe of his boot down harder. The pain finally roused Morala from her bliss but Davian didn't stop until she was grabbing and pushing desperately at his leg to make it stop.
"Get up and put yourself back together, bitch. No one wants to pay for used-up goods," Davian said, his foot finally removed from the squirming woman on the ground. He walked back to the alley's entrance and crossed his arms with barely-suppressed rage. The mental image of Barlow bleeding out in his arms nearly made him lose his composure. But he couldn't avoid the fact that the failed quest had put him in considerable debt and that the quickest way to dig himself back out was to let the town have their fill of the lying slut's fuckable holes.
