Volgoth the Vile

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/monster, drow, D&D, trolls, groping, fantasy violence, fellatio, deep-throating, breath play, passing out, uncertain end]

Volgoth the Vile is a farspawn hedonist that seized control of a small region in the chaos of the Spellplague. His demesne is a poorly cared-for dump in which his lowers struggle to fuel Volgoth’s debased and decadent lifestyle. Volgoth is known to be personally very dangerous and wholly self-absorbed. It is said he can gain power and knowledge from those he kills, in addition to various other strange powers.

Aelera sighed, reading the brief passage once again. This, and every other scrap of information she had managed to collect on Volgoth, did not inspire confidence in her upcoming endeavor. She had been researching the Feyl’ryn, an extinct order of mages from the days of the great Elven empires. Little written records remained of their practices and rituals, but Aelera had pieced together everything that could be found. Everything, save for one final lead.

It seemed that a scholar and sage, Master Marthrun, had done exactly what she had hoped to several decades ago. Marthrun had reportedly gathered relics of the order, and collected many of the existing written records into his personal collection. Aelera’s hunt had been somewhat frustrating with all those pieces of the puzzle missing, but she had tracked down Marthrun and planned to pay the old sage a visit, hopefully finding everything she needed.

The problem was that Marthrun used to live in a small region in the Borderlands, and was that region’s de facto ruler when Volgoth made his move to takeover. According to the stories, Volgoth dragged Marthrun out in front of the inhabitants and devoured him. That made Marthrun a dead end. Aelera had come so far, and there was so much that could be learned, if only Marthrun were still alive. Attempts to contact the sage’s spirit had failed, implying that his soul was either uncommunicative or imprisoned. A supremely disappointing end to months of intense research.

Unless, of course, the rumors about Volgoth were true, and the monster could absorb knowledge from those he killed. In that case, Volgoth would know everything that Marthrun had, and - being alive - could share that information. If he wanted to, that is, and from all accounts Volgoth was a dangerous, deceitful, and despicable individual. Dealing with him was not something Aelera was looking forward to.

But it simply had to be done. She didn’t like it, but the loremaster had come too far and put in too much time to give up now. Besides, perhaps with his ability, Volgoth had other information that could be valuable. In addition, studying a farspawn up close was always fascinating, as there was little convention to their composition or abilities.

Aelera kept all these rationalizations in mind as she traveled the last distance into Volgoth’s territory, now called Volland for its new overlord.

“You sure you need to be here, miss?” the caravan driver said as she stepped down into the dingy city. “I’ve seen girls like you swallowed up in this place.” His haggard face showed earnest concern.

“I will be fine.” she assured him calmly. “I have navigated many a harsh city in my time.” There was no way this simple caravan driver could know the dark places Aelera had been, had grown up in.

“I wasn’t talking about the city...” he sighed, urging his horses forward again. As the caravan pulled away, Aelera remembered what she had heard about Volgoth, that he actually ate people. Ordinarily, such claims of dastardly figures were wildly exaggerated or entirely fictitious. Perhaps such was not the case with Volgoth.

The city of Volland was in squalor, but Aelera made her way through unmolested. The people passing around her seemed too downtrodden or hurried to pay her any mind. Those she asked for directions or information about Volgoth looked either frightened, saddened, or disgusted. Many urged her to leave, while she was able. Eventually, she found herself at the entrance to Volgoth’s primary haunt, a seedy pleasure palace called the Twisted Tongue.

It was a large structure; Aelera figured it to have once been a great manor or particularly spacious inn. The door was heavy wood banded with iron, and other than the lewd sign above the door the exterior was undecorated. The windows all seemed to have been covered up some time ago.

Aelera knocked at the front door. Heavy footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal a hulking troll. He had to duck to get his head under the door frame, and was clad in only bracers and a thick collar, his large cock hanging freely. Warm, musty air wafted out at Aelera as the door opened, taking her a bit by surprise and nearly making her cough.

After a quick glance, the troll moved to let Aelera inside, and shut the door behind her. She found herself in a foyer, with a couple benches along the walls. Art and sculptures of debauchery hung from the walls in random places, and the room was dimly lit by several large candles and a small fire at one side. A second troll, just like the first, stood beside a large double door, and the first took his place on the other side of that door. Both folded their arms and regarded the visitor with detached curiosity.

A smaller door to the side opened, and a short man came into the foyer. He was about Aelera ’s height, with a wiry build, dressed in tattered pants and what was one perhaps a fine vest. His skin had a greenish tinge to it, and his eyes were set wide and seemed bulging. The only hair on his body seemed to be a few strands slicked across the top of his head. Aelera examined his frog-like appearance and wondered if the man were descended from bullywugs or some other, similar creature.

“I am Jasko.” the froggish man greeted. His eyes seemed to bulge a little more as he looked Aelera over, and a covetous grin spread across his lips. “Please, let me know how I can assist you, lovely thing you.”

Aelera remained poised and stoic, despite Jasko’s stares. She had worn a simple, dark green dress, but even Aelera’s simplest garments managed to show off her features to a degree.

“I must speak with your master, Volgoth.” she announced plainly. “He may have information I need.”

“Ah, yes!” Jasko nodded, though Aelera got the feeling he wasn’t really listening to her. “You are in luck! The master is in, of course, and I’m certain he will see you.” The wiry man rubbed his grubby little hands together. “But, before I let you in, there is of course the matter of the dress code.” He actually chuckled a little bit.

“Dress code?” Aelera inquired, arching a brow. She was pretty sure she knew where this was going.

“Oh yes, we at the Twisted Tongue impose a very strict dress code.” Jasko’s froggy grin widened. “Absolutely no garments are allowed. Jewelry and such is permissible, and all entrants must wear their collars at all times.”

Aelera took a deep breath. She had expected as much, with the reputation Volgoth had. The mention of the collars piqued her interest a bit, though.

“Let me see this collar.” she asked. Jasko quickly fished the item out of his pocket, holding it up to Aelera for inspection. She examined it closely, her eyes glowing blue as she analyzed it for magic.

The collar was indeed magical. It had several enchantments, actually. It limited the use of powerful offensive magic and necromancy, negated telepathic communication, and prevented teleportation by the wearer. However, upon closer inspection, Aelera discerned that many of the effects were dependent on some external focus for power, and were currently not in effect. A clever trick, really, and one easily missed. Create an item that makes people think they can’t escape, and they are unlikely to try.

Seeing that the collar posed no real danger to one such as herself, Aelera stoically donned it. It was much simpler than most of her own chokers, a basic band of leather with four equidistant metal studs.

“Allow me to take your things. For safekeeping.” Jasko offered, holding out his arms to take her clothing and grinning at her eagerly.

Aelera mentally dismissed the greasy little man and began disrobing. The Drow had never been uncomfortable in her own skin, so allowing the creep a peek didn’t bother her overmuch. She removed her dress and undergarments, and passed them over to Jasko, keeping her rings, armbands, and anklet.

A sliver of drool actually fell from the side of Jasko’s mouth as he gaped at her.

“Is that all?” Aelera demanded after a moment, clinging to the last of her patience. “I wish to see Volgoth now.” She briefly wondered if that were really true, but decided that yes, it was what she had come all the way here for.

Jasko hastily wiped the drool from his mouth. “Ah, yes. Er, except of course for the, uh... fee.” He tossed Aelera’s clothes onto a bench, missing and winding up dropping them onto the dirty floor, much to Aelera’s annoyance. “Yes, yes... The entrance fee.” He wrung his pudgy little hands together, eyeing the Drow’s body and licking his fat lips.

Aelera inhaled to protest, ready to finally shout in this wiry worm’s face, when she realized that the trolls had stepped up behind her. They stood on either side of her, one with a massive hand eclipsing her shoulder and the other with a hand wrapped around her hip. Glancing to either side of her, Aelera realized that their naked cocks were now well past the point of semi-erect, and their expressions had turned to eager grins.

Jasko took a greedy step up to her, and Aelera realized she had to think quickly.

“Fee?” she asked. Her interjection did not stop Jasko from placing his hands on her taut breasts and giving them a squeeze.

“Yes, of course.” he wheezed, running his clammy hands down Aelera’s curves appreciatively. “The doormen must get their due...” As he spoke the trolls stepped in even closer. One took her breast between three of his fingers and set about pinching and rolling it experimentally, while the other took one of his enormous fingers and ran it from Aelera’s ass to between her legs, then back and forth slowly.

“I would think such a fee would be paid to Volgoth directly.” she said more loudly, just about losing her composure completely.

“Mm.” was Jasko’s only reply, completely disregarding the supple Drow’s attempts at distraction. The troll gripping Aelera’s breast turned toward her and started rubbing his fully-erect, bumpy cock against her abdomen. Jasko leaned in and closed his fat lips over her unoccupied breast, just as the second troll actually lifted her from the ground slightly, his giant finger still rubbing.

“I would think that Volgoth would be displeased to hear that he wasn’t paid such a due first!” Aelera insisted, her voice nearly breaking into a shriek as her feet left the floor just an inch.

Everything stopped. Jasko glared up at Aelera and seemed to be thinking. The trolls just looked at each other, then to Jasko. Clearly, the loremaster had hit on the right point, their fear of their unpredictable master. The question was, would it be enough to spare her? If only blasting them to bits with magic fire were an option. Aelera needed Volgoth to be free with information, though, and such a scene would definitely sour that relationship.

A minute passed, the trolls’ hands flexing their grip on Aelera while Jasko thought. A sinister grin spread across the doorman’s frogish lips, and Aelera’s frowned with disappointment. Then, however, the decision of what to do next was made easier, as Jasko laughed in the wizard’s face and then slapped her breast.

That was the last straw. A burst of magical force hurled the trolls and the frog-like man away from Aelera and against opposite walls of the room. “Enough!” Aelera shouted. Just for effect, she levitated a few inches above the floor.

“Get her!” Jasko gasped at the trolls. The warty brutes clambered to their feet, but just as they reached for the hovering mage she turned on them and unleashed several blasts of searing flame from the palms of her hands. The trolls screamed and fell back, desperately trying to pat themselves out before they continued to burn. Then Aelera turned her silver gaze back to Jasko.

She reached out, and at the same time a huge magical hand appeared in front of the doorman. It grabbed him firmly as he squirmed. The trolls still rolling on the floor in pain and panic, the magical hand lifted Jasko and carried him over to Aelera so she could glare him straight in the face.

“I have put up with enough of you.” she informed him. “I am no simple trollop to be manhandled. I am here to conduct business with your master, and I intend to do that with no further trouble from a peasant like you. Understood?”

Bulgy eyes wide, Jasko nodded emphatically. Aelera dismissed the hand, and it dropped Jasko to the floor. The moment he touched the ground, the vile little man sneered at the terrifying female. “You think you’re something.” he mocked, trying to cover his own fear. “All are just toys for Volgoth. He will use you up and cast you aside, and then you will be mine.”

Aelera disregarded the words, having no more time for Jasko’s impotent prattle. She let her feet return to solid ground and looked over at the trolls. They had stamped out their fires and were just standing up. One of them looked like he was sizing her up, trying to figure out how to get her, but neither of them actually made a move.

Satisfied, Aelera walked to the doors leading into the proper of Volgoth’s demented pleasure palace, and let herself in. A good deal of frustration had been vented, but she was still frazzled from her little shake-down. She reminded herself that she might have to control her temper around Volgoth, since it was actually important for him to have a favorable attitude toward her.

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Part 2: Den of Iniquity

Aelera passed through the door, and it was as if she had stepped through a portal into another world. A wave of warm, fragrant air washed over her as she stepped in, and the sounds of dozens of revelers filled her ears. There was laughter mingled with cries of passion and the sounds of flesh against flesh, all of it supported by a light and airy music lilting through the large room.

The wide chamber was packed with creatures, mostly humanoids, though Aelera spotted a number of more monstrous beings. She noted quickly that the ratio of females to males was between 2- and 3-to-1. Some were engaged in the anticipated carnal pleasures, but Aelera was surprised by how many were otherwise occupied. In one corner, several people seemed to be playing a tiered board game while others bet on the outcome of each turn. In another area people were gathered around a hookah that bubbled with a strange-colored liquid.

On a few tables around the chamber, women of varied races danced for the entertainment of those gathered around the tables. Aelera spotted the musicians performing off to one side of the room, each musician with an adoring fan or two rubbing them down as they played.

The air was heavy with perfumes and the scent of bodies and sex. Aelera also identified a number of aphrodisiacs floating on the thick air. The whole experience was initially overwhelming, but also very intriguing. There was so much to observe, the curious wizard wasn’t sure quite where to look.

As she wandered deeper into the room, drawn in by her own insatiable interest, Aelera started noticing the more unusual aspects of the revel. Several people were gathered around a small hole in the ground, out of which extended several strange tentacles which coiled around and molested the revelers. A short distance away, a female human sat in the lap of a hill giant. The giant’s rigid member was up in front of the woman between her legs, sticking all the way up between her breasts and a little higher. The woman held it against her, wriggling on it as she moved it between her breasts and nursed the tip with her mouth, much to the giant’s evident delight.

More unnerving than even those was what Aelera observed on the other side of the room. There, a female half-orc was on her knees, eyes rolled back in her head and undulating with ecstasy as a mind flayer had its tentacles wrapped around her head. At first horrified, Aelera could tell after a bit of staring that the illithid was not in fact eating the half-orc’s brain. Some exchange of psychic energies was taking place, and by the look on the drooling half-orc’s face it was a deeply orgasmic experience.

At last, Aelera’s gaze fell on the host of this unsavory gathering. Atop a large, golden platform covered with silk cushions and pillows, Volgoth the Vile lounged. Aelera knew it was him immediately; there was no mistaking it. He was impressive to behold. A 9-foot tall humanoid with black, almost translucent-looking skin with a vague purple undertone. His entire body was thickly muscled. His head was slightly larger in proportion than a human’s, with a wide, grinning mouth and eyes that were solid, vibrant purple. The top of his head was covered with long, thick hair that seemed to be more similar to tendrils than actual hair. From the sides of his abdomen sprouted two long, thick tentacles.

Around the man himself were arranged several females. Two massaged his shoulders and legs, one elf and one human. A red-haired human stood near his head, occasionally feeding him morsels of food, and at other times massaging his temples or kissing him passionately. Between his legs, Aelera thought it peculiar to see a drow female fondling, stroking, and sucking Volgoth’s considerable cock, the member a little larger even than the drow’s forearm.

Aelera approached, motivated at this point by curious wonder more than her quest for knowledge on the Feyl’ryn. As she neared, Volgoth turned his gaze on her, and lifted his posture slightly.

“Well well, I see a new reveler has joined my court. And a particularly lovely one, at that.” Volgoth’s voice was deep and smooth, the voice of a confident master of his domain. Aelera could feel his eyes on her, looking over every supple curve of her frame; a tingling sensation.

After he spoke, Aelera suddenly remembered her reason for being in this place. “I have come seeking knowledge that I believe you possess.” she said directly. “I am Aelera, Archmage of Highstar and Blackren. I am researching the order of the Feyl’ryn, and the greatest store of information on that order was stored here, by the sage Marthrun.”

Volgoth sighed, frowning slightly. “Ahh, Marthrun. Yes, I have the information you want, as I’m sure you have guessed, but... Ugh, I am in no mood to discuss business.” Volgoth turned his head to the side and opened his mouth, at which point his red-haired servant fed him a roasted chicken leg. The ate the entire thing, crunching bones with massive jaws and... three rows of pointed teeth, Aelera counted.

“I am sorry, but I simply refuse to do business unless I am in the right mood, and now...” Volgoth shrugged, cracking a frown. “I’ve had my revel interrupted, and I simply can’t be bothered.”

Aelera took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to proceed. Delicate negotiations were not something she was good at. In fact, Aelera hated delicate negotiations. As she thought, her eyes wandered, searching for something, some inspiration. What she came to was the other drow female, who at the moment had half of her master’s glistening cock down her throat. Aelera watched as the other drow took the member deep into her throat, a pronounced bulge marking its passage, and then withdrew just enough to take a breath through her nose before plunging it back in. The other drow looked up and caught Aelera’s eye, never breaking from her task, a task she seemed to perform eagerly.

Volgoth noticed Aelera’s stare, and a wide grin spread across his lips. “You like what you see?” he asked, his deep voice suggestive and sultry.

Aelera looked up at him and offered no response, then looked back to the other drow.

“Would you like to see something interesting?” Volgoth went on.

Unconsciously, Aelera raised an eyebrow, wondering what he meant.

One of Volgoth’s tentacles, a lithe but powerful looking extremity, stroked the other drow tenderly from leg to shoulder, going back and repeating the process three times. The third time, it rested for a moment on her shoulder, and then suddenly wrapped itself around her head and neck. Overpowering her, the tentacle pulled the drow’s face down into Volgoth’s crotch, forcing her to swallow the entire length of his cock.

Aelera watched as the other drow female’s eyes went wide at the sudden change. Volgoth rolled his head back and moaned approvingly, the sound sending a small chill across Aelera’s skin. Volgoth rolled his hips, moving his pulsing cock around inside the drow’s mouth and throat. He pumped her head back and forth, but only an inch or so, nowhere near enough for her to breathe.

This continued for a few minutes, Volgoth blatantly moaning his pleasure. Aelera was wondering what he was trying to show her, exactly, when suddenly the other drow shuddered. She seemed to be trying, futilely, to pull back, but Volgoth wasn’t allowing her. As she started to choke, Volgoth groaned loudly. “Ohh yes, that’s it...” He rolled his hips faster, his pleasure mounting as the drow choked, suffocating on his cockmeat.

Aelera looked on, honestly intrigued at the spectacle. Volgoth was getting stimulation from the choking rolls of the other drow’s esophagus. After another minute, however, she grew concerned.

“She cannot breathe.” Aelera pointed out.

Volgoth seemed to snap out of his reverie, and looked over at Aelera. “That’s the point, my dear. It feels amazing.” He glanced down at the drow between his legs, whose eyes were beginning to droop, and frowned. “Oh dear, you distracted me and now I might not finish in time for her...” He put some extra effort into his hip rolling, but made no effort to withdraw and allow her to breathe.

One spasm, and then another rocked through the drow. Aelera was amazed that this female had held onto consciousness for so long. She also noticed, to her amazement, that the other drow was rapidly fingering herself. Aelera watched as the other drow pushed herself over the edge, a powerful orgasm taking her as her eyes fluttered from lack of air. After that, she started to drop off, about to lose consciousness.

“She is going to pass out.” Aelera insisted.

“Ugh...” Volgoth complained. “Yet you keep interrupting! I must cum down the throat of a choking dark elf. I can’t stop until I’ve finished.” A vile grin, filled with pointed teeth, spread across his lips as he leveled a suggestive stare at Aelera. “Unless you want to take her place, that is.”

Aelera glared back at him, a clear and stern refusal of his “offer.” She couldn’t stop watching the spectacle before her, however. As she looked on, the other drow finally ceased her jerking and collapsed. Volgoth growled in frustration, and pumped the limp drow’s throat up and down on his cock more rapidly, but still not pulling out and allowing her to breathe.

“You are going to kill her!” Aelera shouted, more frustrated than she was fascinated by the display now.

“I’m not finished.” Volgoth shrugged at her. “If you’re so concerned...” He grinned again, and gestured to the unconscious drow with his hand, offering Aelera her position.

A tense moment passed, Aelera’s anger boiling. She had to do something, but starting a fight with Volgoth now would make her entire trip worthless, the knowledge lost to her forever. Steeling herself, Aelera swallowed her pride, and prepared to swallow a good deal more.

“Enough!” Aelera declared, stepping forward. “I will take her place, now release her!”

“Wonderful!” Volgoth cried with delight. He drew away the other drow with his tentacle and tossed her aside. She didn’t cough or inhale. Aelera dropped to her side and quickly resuscitated her, the other drow finally coughing and taking in deep breaths once more.

When Aelera looked up after making sure the other drow was alright, she became keenly aware of the number of eyes on her from all around the large chamber. Volgoth’s stare in particular was unnerving.

Smirking, the unnatural beast used a tentacle to gesture to his crotch. “Are you ready? I still need to finish...”

Aelera suppressed her scowl. She was only a few feet from him, too near for her to stand and walk over proudly, head held high. Instead she decided to embrace a different sort of strength. Channeling the debauched atmosphere of the room, she crawled toward Volgoth’s lap with all the grace and sinister intent of a sensual goddess. A few eager cheers and shouts of approval sounded from the group of spectators, reminding Aelera just how many people would be witness to this.

“Oh ho, that’s more like it.” Volgoth encouraged with his rumbling voice, grinning wide with his rows of teeth. Aelera crawled into the vacated spot between his legs, and reached out to touch the phallic behemoth waiting for her there. It was solid black, like the rest of him, that faint purple undertone highlighting the nearly see-through quality of his skin. She took hold of it confidently; the faster this was over the faster they could move on and she could get her information.

The moment her delicate hand touched Volgoth’s cock, a faint hum seemed to rise within her. She realized she was becoming aroused, nothing startling or overpowering, but subtle and insistent. She released his member and took hold of it again, with both hands this time, tracking the peculiar sensation. A psionic stimulus, she reasoned, transmitted through touch. It was fascinating, every new thing she learned about his physiology.

Focusing more on the revelation of Volgoth’s arousing touch than on what she was meant to do, Aelera went through the motions of tending to the large alien cock. It was still slick from the other drow’s ministrations, warm, firm but oddly yielding. She leaned in and ran her tongue along its length, testing to see if the psychic arousal was more or less intense that way. When she did, she swore the thing twisted slightly, as if it wasn’t a solid member but simply a more rigid tentacle. Again, fascinating.

“That’s enough warm up.” Volgoth crooned. “You’ve prolonged my release quite enough already.” It took a moment for Aelera to remember what he was talking about, but then she felt the tentacle wrap around her head and neck, and it all came back. With a moment’s hesitation, Aelera obediently opened her mouth. Volgoth’s tentacle moved her into position, and she did not resist. He was in control now.

As the tip passed her lips, Aelera thought about his taste. It was peculiar, but pleasant. She wondered if it was another effect of his psionic pheromone, but was distracted by the realization of just how much of the thing there was. She was staring down a thick shaft, easily over a foot long. Already it filled her mouth. Volgoth kept her head there for a while, moving her head in small circles with the tip of his cock just nearly at the back of her throat. Aelera undulated her tongue around it with what room she had left, figuring that’s what he wanted from her. He moaned low, once again plainly displaying his joy.

Aelera was breathing carefully, knowing she wouldn’t have much room to do so soon. Besides, she was practiced. He kept her on the tip for several minutes, though, and soon, she had to take a deeper breath. She exhaled completely through her nose to prepare to take in deep, lasting breath, and at that very moment Volgoth’s tentacle flexed and forced her onto his cock, burying it deep in her throat and cutting off her air.

She gagged and pressed against his hips, reflexively trying to push herself away, but she was held absolutely firm in his inhuman grasp. The crowd cheered and laughed at the spectacle, and those not otherwise occupied settled in to enjoy the next part of the show.

Oh right, Aelera remembered, he wants me to choke. She hadn’t been able to consider fully just what she had agreed to, but as her lungs started to burn the frightening reality dawned on her. For a minute or so she made the valiant effort to simply accept it, but as she suffocated her resolve to remain calm evaporated.

“Aaaah, yes...” Volgoth hissed as the rapid contractions of Aelera’s throat milked his cock. He bobbed her head up and down a few inches rapidly, accentuating the sensation without letting her get any air. He gazed down at her, reveling as much in the sight of her suffocating on his cockmeat as the feeling it provided. He growled his growing appreciation as Aelera started again trying to push herself away from him, her arms working feebly against his incredible strength. With a grin, the alien monster grabbed her arms with his massive clawed hands and tucked them behind her back, holding them in place as she continued to choke and gag, her throat stretched by the full length of his member.

Panicking now, Aelera tried to summon her magic, and found it blocked. Only the most basic spells could bypass the choker around her neck, and she had none of those that could be cast without speaking. Realizing the extent of her helplessness, the ebon-skinned wizard began to kick and flail sporadically, shapely legs twitching out behind her to the thrill of the crowd as Volgoth continued to use her like a toy.

As things began to go dark, Aelera’s mind drifted. She realized that the hum in her body had grown. Beneath the fear, she was now more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, her desperately kicking legs drenched with the evidence. Her vision narrowed, and suddenly Volgoth threw his head back and tensed. Aelera felt the load as it came along the shaft and down into her belly, several pumps of hot, aberrant seed exploding into her.

Then it struck, a mind-blowing shot of pleasure as his spunk settled inside her. It pushed her straight over the edge and into a crashing orgasm. Her whole body convulsed, and the last thing she recalled before losing consciousness was Volgoth’s sigh of satisfaction.

Volgoth was finished at last, but as an added entertainment he kept his cock in place as a cork on the pretty drow’s air. He grinned and chuckled darkly until at last she ceased her twitching and went limp. Pulling her off his meat, his lifted her unresponsive body and inspected it closely. “A fine new addition to the revel.” he declared. He rose to a sitting position and addressed the crowd, holding Aelera aloft like an offering. “A gift from your lord! I am done with her for now, so enjoy her, my pets! Enjoy her to your hearts’ content!”

With that, he tossed her like a ragdoll into the eager, waiting hands of the throng. Such a lovely morsel for the carnal feast.