Braving the Depths

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Syx knew that the slight breeze she felt carried with it the night-time sounds and smells of the forest. The rustling leaves would bring with them the faint promise of dew, and a solemn bird or two would call out its territorial boundary into the moonlit darkness - even though she wasn't a forest elf, she felt a calling, like a small part of her belonged to it and demanded her to pause whenever it rose to her attention.

Her nostrils, sadly, were occupied with the heavy musk of minotaur cock, and with the dungeon's guardians exceptionally happy with the latest adventurer stumbling into their dungeon, she wasn't about to hear any bird calls over their guttural moans either.

"Elf whore!" The one below her groaned out into the night, his hips pistoning erratically as a tendril of drool ran down his lip. With her supple breasts bouncing before her, she cursed her clothing for, probably, the millionth time as she watched how the sorry excuse for a bra miraculously managed to keep her swollen mammaries from parting from his onslaught - providing him just the right amount of cleavage to thrust into from below to make it, evidently, oh so pleasurable for him. He was absolutely humongous, which Syx imagined also helped.

"Good, yes?" The one to her left queried, the elf's deft fingers stroking his rapidly hardening member as he retained a vise-like grip at its root. Syx's gaze was briefly drawn to the laden jewels hanging underneath, and as she felt herself begin to salivate, she had to remind herself that she was, in fact, incredibly annoyed at the situation.

Why had she gone down here again?

"Time for... welcome gift." A guttural voice groaned into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Waves of pleasure shot across Syx as she felt herself grow ever closer, the minotaur's hand big enough to close almost entirely around her waist as he mercilessly plowed inside her from behind. Her considerable buttocks slapped against his pelvis as his massive, towering form almost seemed to quiver with energy, muscles straining underneath the thick skin of his chest and stomach as he worked hard to please himself with her.

"Please finish..." She heard herself whimper, vaguely feeling his massive, leathery sack hammer against the back of her thighs, the ache since long dulled by the pleasure he was inadvertently bringing her in his own pursuits.

He soon did. As her cock-addled mind somehow registered the sound of more hooves entering the room, her smile melted off her face as she, slack-jawed, moaned at the roof in unison with her lover.

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Wednesday Wallpaper! I've managed to somewhat-ish refurbish most of Endless' old model of Syx for Blender, though I'm not sure how well it'll do in animation it can somewhat serve for wallpaper purposes. Regardless, it was high time for her to meet some big brutes again, as it's been a while :)

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! Work proceeds as usual, though I've had more night shifts than normal lately owing to some lacking personnel there. Hopefully that's rectified soon as I rather, honestly, work during the day - after all, the night shifts really kills my work hours at home for this kind of content :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH