Fun for All

Author's Note: I wrote this in one sitting and really haven't reviewed it since it was written, so sorry about typos, etc.

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Later, none of the three would be able to explain exactly how it all started; they simply would know that it did. Perhaps it was the Dwarven whisky they had been sharing, perhaps it was the ambience, the decadence of the city, perhaps a combination, or perhaps something else entirely.
The Tauren, Orc, and Blood Elf will likely never be able to decipher it all, but they won’t really care to dissect what was likely the most interesting night any had experienced.

The three stand in her apartment, looking at one another with slight apprehension, a hint of hesitance and embarrassment seen on their faces. Finally, the petite Blood Elf speaks up, tucking a stray strand of her silky auburn hair behind one long, delicate ear. “This won’t work unless we do something about the size…” Her lightly tanned skin flushes slightly as she speaks, her full lips tugging upwards in a self-conscious smile. The two massive male figures look her up and down, then glance at one another and nod.

The Tauren pulls out a device, obviously Gnomish in origin, and speaks up in a deep, resonating timbre. “Think a Shrink Ray will do the trick?” The small woman grins impishly at him. “As long as it doesn’t backfire.” He nods, pointing the contraption at the large green Orc, then presses a button, chuckling softly as the imposing male is decreased to a more… accommodating size for their partner. Still towering over the petite figure, his burly frame still nearly double in breadth her willowy shoulders, the Orc speaks up. “Is that enough?” She looks him over carefully before nodding, tucking her short hair behind her ear again. The Tauren then turns his “toy” on himself, pressing the button once more; the other two watch and grin as he shrinks to a comparable size.

“You’re both still huge, but I think that’ll be enough…” she says, looking them over, a hint of wariness in her glowing emerald eyes. The fact that she is petite, even for one of her race, isn’t helping the matter; however, now that their eyes are closer to her level, the two are able to make out details they hadn’t noticed before. Her figure is decidedly curvier than most of her kind, and her frame is well-toned and athletic, likely from her decades in plate armor. The violet pants and vest she wears leave her flat abdomen exposed to scrutiny, the gold trimming on the items accentuating her cleavage and the curve of her hips expertly. The red strands of silky hair framing her face are cut in a short, practical bob, the golden hoops of her earrings left easily in view by the style.

The Orc growls softly in appreciation as he steps closer boldly, cupping her heart-shaped face in large green hand before bending his head down to brush his lips against hers. The petite Elf gasps softly as his tusks brush tantalizingly over the soft skin of her cheeks; the alien touch is immediately intoxicating. Not to be left out, the Tauren steps behind her; he gently slides his fingers along one long ear while he lowers his muzzle to tease the other, ghosting over the sensitive skin, his warm breath causing the small hairs along the length to stand on end. Her ear twitches under his attentions, as she can feel her nipples tighten and brush against the fabric over her breasts.

Lost in sensations, she can’t decide whether to press forward against the solid wall the Orc’s chest provides, or back against the firm yet soft expanse of the Tauren’s. Finally, both males take the decision from her, pressing closer to her, sandwiching her gently between them. She slides one hand underneath a shirt, her calloused fingers running across muscled green skin, teasing pebbling dark nipples; her other hand reaches behind her, slipping beneath a tunic to lose itself in the soft fur covering the taut abdomen against her back. Both moan softly as her small fingers continue to trail across their bodies, and she shivers slightly under the flood of erotic feelings assaulting her.

The Orc slides his strong hand up her exposed skin to the lower edge of her vest, his fingers gently tugging the garment upwards to bare her amble breasts to his eager touch. The Tauren’s free hand runs in the opposite direction, sliding under her waistband to tease the edge of her curls. The Elf moans softly, squirming slightly in pleasure, before impatiently reaching for both waistbands and pulling downwards simultaneously, sighing in satisfaction as their respective imposing lengths spring free into her awaiting hands. The males groan in unison before moving to undress the petite figure between them, then remove the rest of their own clothing. Finally, skin comes in contact with bare skin with soft fur. The Orc and Tauren press up against her once more, their heated shafts brushing her abdomen, ass, and lower back all at once.

“By the Sunwell, you’re both so big!” she exclaims softly, taking them each in a hand, the tips of her fingers unable to touch around the impressive girths. She eagerly begins stroking them, sighing in appreciation as the pair return the favor; the Tauren’s large hands firmly yet gently massaging her breasts, the Orc expertly maneuvering to cup her buttocks in one hand, supporting her, with the other between her legs, teasing her folds. The Orc leans down to kiss her once more, the Tauren returning his attentions to her ear. The trio continues to tease one another; the members in her petite hands swelling and pulsing under her ministrations, her core growing increasingly damp and her nipples hardening almost painfully beneath their skilled fingers.

Finally, unable to take any more delicious torture, the Elf squirms from her lovers’ grasps, making a break for her decadent bed and the nightstand beside it. She flops down across her silken sheets, her small feet kicking in the air as she rifles through a drawer before producing a vial of liquid. She motions for the pair watching to come closer, pouring some of the contents into her hand. She strokes the Orc’s shaft before refilling her palm and repeating to the Tauren, then reaching down and smearing a generous amount in her nether region.

The Tauren and Orc lock eyes, an unspoken agreement passing between the two, before picking up the petite figure and holding her between them once more. One set of hands on her thighs, the other on her hips, they lift her akin to being seated in their palms before pressing closer to her. The Orc moves between her legs, the head of his large green manhood sliding along her folds before pressing against her entrance. The Tauren moves behind her, the tip of his long member pressing against her bud of an anus. Nodding at one another, they slowly begin to simultaneously lower her and raise their own hips, moving to enter her tight, hot, tunnels together. The petite Elf gasps and moans, her head falling back and her lips parting.

The pair pull back slightly before moving forward again, pressing slightly further within her. They repeat the process, again and again, until their shafts are enveloped by her small body. She moans softly, squirming slightly in their grasp. The males groan and grit their teeth at the movement, working to get their respective libidos under control, before slowly beginning to move in and out of her in unison. As they gain a rhythm, she moans and reaches upwards, her fingers entangling in the Orc’s hair before pulling him down insistently for a deep kiss.

The trio’s movements grow more passionate as their ecstasy builds; neither male notices when the woman between them says a brief prayer of healing between moans of pleasure. Nearing the peak, the men lose control as the petite Elf cries out, her small body shaking as the blinding waves of her orgasm crash over her, her tunnels simultaneously clenching around their thick shafts, her chest heaving with each breath. Unable to hold back under the assault of her spasms tightening around them, the males groan their release in unison, their essences filling the small figure as they thrust into her a few final times before pulling out gingerly.

The lovers move without thinking to collapse on the bed nearby, none of them thinking of the mess being left on the sheets, all three almost instantaneously falling into a well-deserved sleep, sprawled together in a tangle of limbs and torsos.