Gianna

 

 

Ravijel looks uncertainly into the darkness. The blonde elf could only recognize the shadowy outlines of the mighty tauren, a humanoid with hooves and bull's head. The dark fur of the creature made him appear even more powerful. He towered over her by more than half a meter, was far superior in strength and mass.
The delicate blutelfe winced as he reached out his arm for her. He touched her shoulders, slid slowly, almost tenderly down on it as he pressed his huge body to her. Her instinct wanted to drive her to flee, but she left a stiffness motionless. She wanted to flee, wanted to evade him, but her body did not obey.
His huge hands slowly brushed down her shoulders as the icy night wind hit her face. He pressed her to himself. She could feel his unnatural excitement. Durath snorted greedily. His bull-like mouth foamed. He craved her.
„ What do you want? “, she asked in a trembling voice. The elf girl knew the answer.
„ Dich “, he confirmed their knowledge. His naked, fur-covered body pressed against hers as his hand slowly went down her spine. He stroked her, while his tremendous masculinity pressed against her body, which was only protected by fabric.
„ No, the mistress forbade it “, called her in alarm and wanted to free herself from his animal embrace, but she did not succeed.
„ The mistress is busy tonight “, he gasped. His limb pressed against her. It felt like a steel piston. Festive without any fleshiness. His hooves started to move. Durath's vast mass squeezed the elf with him.
„ You will find out. She will punish you “, Ravijel pleaded more out of helpless despair than that she believed her words in success. His hand had wandered down to her crisp little elf butt and now stroked it. Despite his strength, his touch was gentle. He kneaded her buttocks through the thin fabric of her pants as she stumbled back piece by piece. Unable to evade his pressure.

The storm swept across the estate of Mistress Reva. Beams and doors creaked as they were shaken by the force of the wind. The rustling of the swaying treetops almost drowned out the snorting of the tauren. But Ravijel was well aware of this.
Durath pushed her back further and further. He seemed like a sensation. Shoved her in front of him while he had wrapped his arm around her. The petite blutelfe wanted to resist his urge. She tried to free herself from his hug. She tried to bring him to his senses with words. But it didn't help.
Eventually they had reached the barn. The Taure opened the mighty wooden gate with a free hand. Ravijel uses the moment and wanted to wriggle out of his embrace. The wiry elf almost did it, but then his hands grabbed her slender hips and simply hurled them inside the barn.
„ Aua “, she cried out when she landed in the dark. Her outcry was less painful than surprise, because the hay caught the force of her impact.
Ravijel raised her up, she could perceive the smell of the fresh hay. Durath's mighty stature was weak in the barn door. A flash of lightning lit the firmament outside and bathed his body in blazing light for a moment. Ravijel caught her breath when she saw his mighty lance, which stood out from his beefy body.
She had often observed this instrument at work when he fucked the draenei and nocturnal milk mares in his mouth and ass. And now it was her turn.
The blood elf crouched into the hay, she wanted to hide from him. Wanted to become invisible. She buried herself deeper and deeper in the hay. It tickled her nose. The wind whistled through the cracks in the barn.

Durath turned on the regulator of a small oil lamp and the wick came out. The fabric was immediately enveloped by the flamen and spread a faint orange light in the barn.
Hidden between the hay, Ravijel looked at the now clearly visible tauren bulls. She had his mine drawn by animal lust shivered. No, he would not be deterred from his plans. No punishment, no reason, would keep this wild bull away from her. Her little elf body trembled with fear.
„ Where are you? “, his smoky voice, trembling with greedy desire, penetrated her. „ Hide purposelessly. You belong to me tonight His hooves were waiting in the hay as they slowly moved towards their hiding place.
His fierce breath even drowned out the whistling of the wind. Ravijel crouched ever smaller in her hay warehouse. It it it itchy in her nose. She thought about jumping up briefly and hurrying to the small ladder that led to the upper floors of the barn. From there she could escape outside via a skylight and walk to the mistress's house. Reva would certainly prevent Durath's actions. The orchexes did not tolerate sexual activities without their permission. But what if he grabbed her by the ladder?
The elf remained under the hay. The horny bull's hoofbeats came closer and closer. Through the hay she recognized his body, his masculinity directly above her. Her heart was pounding faster and faster, so the elf girl feared, her own heart would betray her. But it wasn't her heart.

A loud sneeze in the hay caught the tauren's attention. He looked down. Suddenly the little blood elf jumped out of the hay and hurried away. With a single jump, he chased her and brought her body down.
„ This time you won't escape me, "he called in a trembling voice. He reached for her, but only got hold of her blouse. The black squadron shirt tore with a loud sound and laid out her pretty female curves. But once again she could escape him.
„ No, leave me! “, she called and tried to crawl away on all fours. Her crisp little elf butt stretched out towards him. His huge hand reached for it safely. Wanted to touch this wonderful piece of meat that was still covered. But Ravijel was faster and the bull went nowhere. She made it back on her feet and finally reached the ladder. She had confidently taken the first rungs when Durath reached her.
The taure crashed with great force against the thin ladder that broke under his onslaught. The elf fell backwards along with the broken fragments. Durath also stumbled and fell afterwards.
Ravijel landed painfully on her back and gasped. Unable to react, she noticed the whore falling on her. Then the pain exploded and the air was pressed out of her body when his body pressed on her to intercept his shock. A loud crack was heard when several of their ribs broke.
She lay breathless under him. Her bare breasts touched his fur. Without wanting to, her nipples became hard as the stinging pain flowed through her body. The tauren's face was just above hers. His lust dripped down on her mouth and wet her face, contorted with pain.
„ Yes “, he whispered. „ Exactly how I always wanted you. “
He rubbed his body on her breasts. Enjoy the feeling of the undisguised elf meat on his fur. He literally struggled with desire as she whimpered with pain with every movement.
Neither of them noticed the elbow sitting on a crossbar above them and looked down at them in a lust. The little demon knew about the drug the witch had given the tauren. He knew what would happen – knew what had to happen.
He held a bowl of night elf milk in his hands. He had secretly taken some of the breasts of the pretty night elf. It was the same that this milk was not intended for him, which the little demon had to obey the witch, but when she was sleeping he was his own master. So he looked at the spectacle and eagerly drank the intoxicating breast milk.

Durath's lust no longer only hurt his victim. He also painfully felt his genital, which was stiff and firm after satisfaction. His breath was getting faster. He couldn't wait anymore. Hurriedly, without paying attention to the injured elf, he straightened up a bit and reached between her thighs.
With a jolt he tore her thin pants and thus exposed her lap. Only a soft, pain-distorted moan could be heard from her. She pressed her thighs together without strength. Her resistance put a smile on his snout. His hands reached for their slender legs and pulled them apart with ease. She looked so fragile in his strong paws. It was almost as if he could break them with a slight movement. A tempting thought. But he still didn't put it into practice because Durath wanted something else.
Since he left the mistress, the Taure has had a tremendous erection. Only the blind lust raged in his head. He was no longer a thinking being. He was a wild bull who followed his instincts.
It was these instincts that made his head slide between Ravijel's thighs. His snout licked over her damp shame. The bare flesh of the elf presented itself to him so deliciously as he pushed her thighs apart.
The howling of the wind swallowed her sobs. She only felt a dull pain in her chest as she felt the hot, damp snout of the tauren on her bare shame. His huge tongue licked through her labia and spread it. His tip of the tongue touched her little dark pole. He licked this and then drove up to her clit. Enjoy her juice while he elicited a whimper from her.

The elf watched curiously as the taur was increasingly horned by the vaginal juice of the helpless elf. The demon had actually thought that he would fuck the little blutelf quickly and hard, but this was not the case for a long time. He thought the drug wasn't working properly. He restlessly licked the last remnants of the elf milk out of the bowl.
He enjoyed the pain and lust of the little blutelfe, but at the moment she only seemed to feel like it. The pain that had paralyzed her before gave way to the lust that Durath triggered with his tongue in her. It almost seemed as if he wanted to drink from her lap. The gnome chewed restlessly on its long, shabby fingernails, which were more similar to small claws.
Finally, the masculinity finally took possession of the Tauren. He straightened up and led his huge, stiff lance between Ravijel's legs. Panic filled the young elf and she was missing: „ Durath, please. Not. You will tear me to pieces. It is far too big. Please don't. “
Deserted snorting was all that could be heard from him. Her vaginal juice had mixed with his saliva and was now dripping from his snout, while his acorn pressed against her thighs spread by him.
Ravijel wanted to raise her arms to evade him, but the pain of her broken ribs prevented her from getting them halfway up. Then she felt the huge bull lance push her tender flesh apart. At first it felt good and, contrary to her own will, she had to get up quietly. But then the link was pressed deeper into her body and the pressure on her abdomen increased. He finally wanted to take her as he had always wanted.
The preparatory work took a while for the phallus in it to start painful. More than 25 centimeters of excited tauren meat had already been introduced into it. When the pain finally overwhelmed her. His limb could no longer hold her wet elf sheath. The pressure was just too big and he discharged in a huge outcry as she rowed helplessly with her arms. A smile scurried over the face-like face of the weight. Then the scream subsided and became a soft whimper.
Ravijel had lost much of her precious breathing air and the pain in her chest, arguing with the pain in her abdomen for supremacy. The wild bull now took his 11th victim faster and more greedily. He literally pinned her when he almost completely sank his lance into her body. His hot breath touched her face as his saber dripped down on her.
The flat belly of the blood elf seemed to bulge under the violence of his mighty member. He fucked her faster and faster. The wild bull mercilessly drove his flesh into hers. Ravijel's mouth was wide open. She didn't scream, she was just gasping for air. Her chest seemed to be cramped more and more. His rampant bumps into her stomach were faster and faster.
The loud groan of the Tauren bull mingled with the thunder rumble and the whistling of the wind. Driven by indescribable pleasure, he accelerated the rhythm in it. His animal being drove him ever deeper into the body of the petite elf. His firm grip on her thighs literally cut off her feet' blood.
Slowly the groan turned into strong rut screams. Soon he would empty his body in the soft flesh. Soon he would finally find what he wanted: satisfaction. But the drug that Reva had given him was long in coming.
So he rammed his limb into the now furious Ravijel. A violent thunderstorm raged outside and the rain whipped against the barn. His fur was damp from his sweat. The latter now also dripped down on them and let their small firm elf breasts shine in the light of the oil lamp.
Every impact made their stiff nipples vibrate. Every jerk fathered a bump in her flat abdominal wall. Her eyes were wet with tears. They shone and betrayed more than their soft whimper, the horror of that moment. Betrayed the conflict between pain and lust in which the wild bull held the elf girl captive.
She longed to be finally redeemed. She longed to finally feel his hot juice deep in her stomach so that he would remove this huge spanking from her. Yes, she wanted to be inseminated by him if only the pain stopped. In the meantime everything was the same for her. She feared the consequences of insemination, but she feared the current pain even more. She almost believed that the wild bull would break her apart.
The whore drove his flesh ever deeper into her body. His rampant screams now echoed even against the thunder of the storm. He pressed himself to her as if he wanted to sink his huge link completely into her. He pushed her as if he wanted to fuck her to death. His bumps were so firm, so hard, so brutal.
Then he finally came. After an infinitely long time, his voluminous testicles contracted and shot his hot seed deep into her body. Her stomach swelled, when the amount of hot juice poured deep into it. He gasped his vacation out loud, telling the world that he had climbed this little woman as new life juice emptied into her stomach.
Eventually the bull left his strength and he slumped exhausted over his freshly climbed mare. Once again he took her breath away, his furry body pressed again on her battered body, then he retired from her and rolled away from her. Satisfied, he lay in the hay, while part of his huge seeds dripped from Ravijesl Scheide. Blood had united with the bull seed, and seeped from her body over her buttocks and thighs.

The blood elf lay next to him motionless. Tears flowed from her eyes. The storm had continued, but everything had changed that night. She stared to the ceiling with open glassy eyes while Durath fell asleep satisfied.
Without any reaction, she let go of the demon who had knelt between her still widened thighs and crossed her vagina with his tongue. Satisfaction was reflected in the yellow eyes of the weight when he licked the juices out of it.