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The Adventures of Amber is a lighthearted fantasy story about a big-cocked femboy and his many sexual exploits. Unlike our world, the world of Verna has a different sexual hierarchy. Futanari are the largest, strongest, and most dominant. Women operate in the middle tier. While males–who are often weak, petite, and slender–exist as the most submissive sex. As you might expect, Amber is a bit of an anomaly as he possesses a cock that dwarfs pretty much every futa or male he comes across.

In this part, Amber starts his sexual journey when he is confronted by a futanari warrior who wishes to claim him as her own. However, the tides are quickly turned…

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“Finally…” Amber let out a breathy sigh as he climbed up the last flagstone step to the dais’ top. The cavern would be completely dark if it weren’t for the flickering magical flame in Amber’s left hand. Not only did it light the large cavern, but it provided a comfortable warmth for his exposed pale skin.

Many would consider Amber not suitably dressed for adventuring. However, Amber was not the type to sacrifice form over function. Even if he was adventuring alone, he was gonna look good while doing it. The coolest parts of his body were the parts left exposed, most notably his shoulders, upper arms, and thighs. His long slender legs were shielded by thick thigh-highs and heeled leather boots. A red-slitted skirt wrapped around his wide hips. Fashioned around his thin waist was a leather corset, hardly necessary, but it accentuated his figure. Although his narrow shoulders were left bare to the cool cavern air, his arms were at least covered in silky black sleeves. A frilly blouse erupted out from under his corset, barely obscuring his nipples. Finally, an elegant and ornate collar wrapped around his thin neck.

Many would say again, that it was ridiculous for a weaker male like himself to go adventuring and not be accompanied by a stronger woman or futanari. He had gotten this far, Amber wondered, so he wasn’t about to begin now. Besides, he was a powerful sorcerer. Like most men in Verna, Amber’s body was thin, lithe, and petite. Being an elf did mean he was on average taller than men of other races. However, more often than not he was still shorter than any woman or futa. Like most men, his chest was flat and slender except for the bare mimicry of breasts that poked out. His long ginger hair spilled from his head, reaching well down his back, and finalized his look as the archetypal dainty elf male.

Now that he was at the top, Amber looked around and down the flight of stairs stretching forty or fifty feet down. It and the dais were the only distinguishable features. Even though he was now high up, the top of the cavern was still a good distance away, one he could not tell with even his magical fire.

Amber pushed his hand forward to reveal more of the dais. The entire surface was flat besides an anvil-shaped altar and a dozen stone coffins at the very center. Something jutted from the altar’s top but he was too far away to make it out yet. The altar, coffins, and floor were worn with cracks from centuries of water dripping from above. One of these droplets suddenly landed on Amber’s button nose, causing him to wrinkle his face in disgust. “Guh,” his soft words let out a misty cloud, “let’s just get this over with…”

Amber stepped forward, his high-heeled boots clicking against the stone. He began to trace symbols in the air with his free hand and continued to illuminate the dais with his other hand. Finally, the object jutting out of the stone altar could be made out. Stabbed into the altar itself was a scroll case that appeared to be made of bronze. Amber figured it must have been enchanted bronze as it was strong enough to crack and pierce the stone.

The symbols Amber drew in the air flashed with teal light as he unleashed the magic. Similar-looking magical runes appeared around the scroll case until eventually fading away. “There we go… should be fine to pick up…” Amber murmured to himself as he took the last couple of steps forward and attempted to pick the heavy thing up. “Mmmph-” Amber grunted to himself as the thing refused to budge. A little frustrated, Amber opted to climb up onto the altar and pull the thing out with both hands. With a final pull, the thing flew into the air as he fell off the altar and onto his back.

“Ow!” Amber yelped out as he landed painfully. Panic quickly replaced what anger he had as he heard two sounds, the bronze scroll case rolling towards the edge and the lids of the coffins sliding open.

Amber pulled himself off the hard ground and took a quick look at his surroundings. He ignored the sliding coffin lids and locked his eyes upon the rolling scroll case. If he didn’t grab it now, it would roll off the dais and fall forty or fifty feet onto the cavern floor. With a mutter of an eldritch word and the extension of his hand, the scroll stopped rolling and began to levitate off the ground.

Suddenly, Amber heard one of the coffin lids slide off entirely and crash against the floor. Out of the dank ruined coffin stood a skeleton wearing armor with sculpted breasts. In a moment of pure panic, Amber used his telekinetic grip on the scroll to swing it around and into the skeleton’s head. To his surprise, it worked as the thing’s entire upper torso broke aside into a hail of bone and rusty armor.

Amber’s shoulders deflated as he let out a sigh of relief. This feeling did not last long as more of the coffin’s lids slid completely off and more undead knights began to climb out. Amber did not waste time, opting to instead run back down the flight of stairs. He cursed himself a little for dressing so impractically as his heeled boots were awkward running down the narrow steps. If he was gonna dress like this, he might as well bring someone else to watch, he wondered.

Amber still held onto the scroll case with his telekinetic grip and opted to wildly spin it around and shatter the next skeleton with the bronze projectile. The bones and old armor rolled against the rough cavern floor as Amber finally reached the bottom and dashed towards the exit.

The entrance to this cavern was a great stone door carved with ancient runes of warning. It separated the cavern from a long winding tunnel that led to the surface. Once he passed the threshold of the huge ajar doors, he turned around and raised both hands into the air. The bronze scroll clattered against the floor as one spell ended and another began. Magical vines suddenly erupted out of the ground right where the cavern and tunnel met. Unphased by this, the skeletons continued their march toward Amber but as they got close, the animated vines began to tear and pull them aside.

The last skeleton collapsed into a pile of sundered bones. With one last pleased sigh, Amber bent over and picked the heavy scroll case off the floor, and made his way up the winding tunnel.

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Sun, at last, touched Amber’s pale skin as he exited the tunnel and into the clearing. He extinguished the magical flame in his hand and closed his eyes, letting the afternoon sun warm his skin.

“Do you realize where you are?” A low, almost growling, voice made Amber blink his eyes open. Standing a few dozen feet away at the edge of the clearing was a tall and mysterious figure. Amber’s mouth opened, but he wasn’t sure if it was due to the fear of a person suddenly appearing this deep in the wilds, or the fact she was so gorgeous. Before him was what seemed to be a warrior goddess. Based on the broadness of her shoulders, her muscled frame, and her height, she was certainly a futanari. A lump started to form in Amber’s throat as he also realized she was a kemonomimi. A top of the futa’s short black hair was a pair of feline ears. Besides this obvious feature, a long tail also slowly swayed behind her. Being a futanari and a kemonomimi, it wasn’t surprising how athletic and toned the futa was. The kemonomimi wore nothing but a black loincloth, golden bracelets, and a strange kind of makeshift bikini that crisscrossed across her chest and breasts. Her hair was shortly cropped and black with two small braids in the back. She held a spear in one hand but wasn’t brandishing it yet.

“Uh- Uhm, what?” Amber stuttered out the sounds as he took a slight step back. In reaction, the kemonomimi took a predatory step forward.

“You’re in our lands. This is my tribe’s forest, you do realize that right?” As the futa got closer, Amber got to see the kemonomimi piercing green eyes.

“These are your lands?” Amber feigned as much ignorance as he could. Amber did know, but he wasn’t about to admit it to her. He had hoped this part of the forest, while technically part of the kemonomimis’ lands, could be traversed unimpeded due to its presence to the cursed tomb. “I-I’m sorry! I had no idea!”

The kemonomimi kept walking toward him and stopped in her tracks a few feet away. “What are you even doing out here?” The futa’s mouth twisted into an amused grin as she looked down at him. She stood a full head and a half taller. “Shouldn’t a male of your kind be preparing the dinner by now?” Her grin almost broke into a self-indulgent chuckle.

Unlike the futa, Amber was not amused by this opinion as he had heard ones like it a dozen times. His eyes rolled, whatever hesitation he had about this kemonomimi being replaced by pure irritation. “I’ll have you know that I am an apprentice to the powerful sorceress Lucia! I’m not some common-”

Before Amber could finish, the kemonomimi interrupted him. “Sure… sure… Whatever,” she said dismissively. The kemonomimi’s gaze was hungry as they dragged up his slender thighs to his thin waist, and finally, to his face. “Regardless of what you are, I’ll enjoy marking you as mine. Anything caught in our lands is ours, or did you not know that either? A fine male like you would make a good pet…”

“Pet?!” He knew something like this was coming, but he still hoped it didn’t come to this. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened as he looked up at the bigger futa. “I have a job to do,” he said, lifting the giant scroll case tucked under his arm. “I don’t have time to deal with you so you’d better just get out of my way.”

The futa’s grip on her spear shaft began to tighten and her amused grin grew. “So… It’s going to be like this? Fine,” she said, raising her spear and assuming a combat stance, “I’ll enjoy reminding you of your place. Tell me your name, I’d like to know it before I conquer you.”

Amber only sighed and rolled his eyes again. He dropped the scroll case and let it thump into the soft dirt. “Amber…” he said as he also shifted into a combat stance, albeit much lazier.

“I am Sora,” she said as her stance deepened like a big cat getting ready to pounce. “You will become very familiar with it.” Sora lunged forward. Although she had a spear, she angled it sideways in an attempt to shove Amber to the ground. Amber, for the brief moment he was able to, regretted his lackadaisical combat stance as Sora’s spear checked him and threw him to the ground. His back landed against the soft grass and he let out a yelp as Sora’s spear pinned him to the ground. “You elven males are even more pathetic than other males,” Sora said with a toothy grin as she sat on his hips. “You can give up at any time to make this easier, you know.”

Amber whimpered as the much bigger and stronger futa pinned him. He was gonna have to think quickly or he’d become this futa’s pet! There was no point in pushing back against the spear, so instead he opted for something a little different. “Ah! Al-alright… I submit! Just please don’t hurt me!” He looked up at her with the most pleading look he could summon.

Almost instantly, Sora’s pinning spear lightened as her gritting teeth turned back into a pleased smirk. “Ha! I thought you’d have a little more fight than that-” Sora stopped herself as Amber’s pleading look turned into his own malevolent smile. His little feint of submission had brought him just enough time to mutter some words silently and telekinetically lift the scroll case off the ground and throw it at Sora’s head. With a loud “thunk!” the large metal object bashed against the futa’s head. It wasn’t hard enough to do any serious damage, but it caused her to fall backward and off of Amber.

Amber did not waste any time and crawled back onto his feet and ran some distance away. He probably could have taken this opportunity to bolt for it, but something stopped him. He turned back at Sora and began to summon his next spell.

Sora used her spear to push herself back up as she rubbed her head. “You little rat…” Sora growled, “I’ll make you regret that.” Sora charged toward Amber, roaring and brandishing her spear.

Amber remained calm as Sora charged as his next spell was ready. As Amber pulled his hand up, so did vines erupt out of the ground. It took a little too long for Sora to notice the vines surrounding her as one wrapped around her ankles and tripped her. “What the!-” Sora yelled out as another reached for her wrist. With her free hand, she reached for the one around her wrist and ripped it aside. However, as soon as she destroyed one, Amber willed another to wrap around her other wrist. Her muscles flexed uselessly as vines began to twist around her skin and lift her off the ground. “Put me down!” She roared down at Amber who never broke his smirk.

“Why would I do that?” he said innocently, “you were quite intimidating up close.” Amber had to admit that it was very enjoyable to see Sora so helpless and in the air. If he wanted, he probably could have summoned a torrent of fire to incinerate her, but what fun would that be? Sora began to squirm helplessly against the constantly constricting vines. One of the vines slithered up the futa’s toned stomach, between her breasts, and finally around Sora’s throat.

“I said put me down!” Sora roared again as her useless squirming began to fade. “Th-this isn’t fair-” Sora’s voice was cut off as Amber willed the vine around her throat to slither down her open mouth. “Mmmph!” Sora yelped and then groaned as the slithering slimy thing wormed its way down. Amber watched for a while as the kemonomimi kept attempting to futilely escape. He simply stood there, gazing at how her toned muscle, in vain, flexed against the strong vines. Perhaps best yet were the noises Sora was making. She stopped fruitless yelling and her noises turned to groans. Then, something unexpected happened, a blush began to creep onto his and Sora’s cheeks. Amber’s face began to get hot and a feeling started to course through his loins. The way Sora struggled in the vines so helplessly was… getting to him.

Amber swallowed wetly as his wide eyes fixated on the vine-bound futa. His cheeks flared when he willed the vine to deep-throat her further and he stumbled backward a little to sit upon a boulder at the tree line. With a wave of his hand, he commanded the vines to pull Sora nearer to him. Her choking gags could be heard more audibly now. Her previously fierce green eyes had turned into teary frustrated ones. However, the one that caused a little moan to escape Amber’s lips was how the vine made Sora’s throat bulge each time it thrust downward. Sora now looked down at him with a sorry desperate look.

Warmth began to create in Amber’s nethers. Another little moan escaped his lips as he looked down at what was tenting the front of his skirt. The heat of the moment had almost made him not realize his dick was bulging against his panties. With a tentative hand, Amber pulled his skirt up his thighs to reveal his hardening bulge.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck,” Amber had to look back at Sora as the vine began to make lewd wet sounds in her throat. Sora’s desperate muffled moans could barely be heard by the noises the vines made with her gullet. The vine’s entering and exiting of her throat was slow, deliberate, and punitive. Amber also noticed that the vines began to slither across her both in other methods. The vines were no longer simply wrapped around her limbs or slithering between her firm tits. They began to slide under the string of her loin cloth or bikini, even twisting around her breasts.

Amber’s breath hitched in his throat as his legs spread and his cock throbbed. “Oh my…” he shuddered. Using his thumb, he hooked the edge of his white panties and pulled them down under his balls. Sora’s begging eyes suddenly widened as Amber’s cock sprang out. Her gaze continued to look up and down his shaft fervently, and for good reason. Males in Verna, especially elves, are known to be less endowed than the more dominant and larger futanari. However, Amber was a rare exception. His cock stood at an incredible eleven inches with a six-inch girth by circumference. His pisshole dribbled out a thick droplet of precum that ran down the length of his vein and onto his large perfectly shaved balls.

Sora whimpered. In contrast, Amber let out a shuddering moan as he took his dick in hand and began to slowly stroke to the sight of the helpless kemonomimi. He glanced up at her shyly and bit his lip as he worked his cock up and down. With his free hand, he willed the vines to bring Sora even closer so he could hear her little pathetic moans as best as efficient. The blush on their cheeks was red hot, but he couldn’t stop. “Hm- mmrrmmm… Uhm- You look really hot like this,” he stuttered out.

“Rrrrmhmf?” Sora made a sound that could only be interpreted as a surprised one. Before the futa was pissed and frustrated, but she was now seemingly distracted by other things.

“Y-yeah…” Amber affirmed. “You wouldn’t mind if I?…” Amber trailed off as he twisted his free hand in the air and commanded a vine slithering up Sora’s inner thigh to explore deeper. The tip of the slimy thing disappeared under Sora’s loincloth.

“Rrrrmmmmm… Mhhmmm.” Sora blushed harder and she began to tense her legs in futile response. After a few more heavy exhales through her nose, Sora finally let out a soft mewl. With an embarrassed look uncharacteristic of the proud kemonomimi warrior, she nodded. A little surprised, Amber willed the vine to slither upward into Sora’s nethers. Then suddenly, the futa leaned her head back and let out a pathetic muted moan as the vine wormed its way into her cunt. While suspended in the air, Sora’s body swayed as the vine began to slide in and out of her at a pace equal to the one down her throat. She flexed her legs again, trying to bring them together but the vines wrapped tighter and spread her thighs even more. With each thrust upward, the vines pulled Sora’s body down upon the vine causing her to let out quiet squeals. Soon, the futa’s body began to rock up and down, causing her heavy firm tits to bounce.

Eventually, Sora looked down and her gaze repeatedly flicked between Amber’s eyes, his big hard cock, and the vine now gyrating in and out of her. Amber could also see Sora slowly start to rock her hips back and forth. The loincloth Sora wore began to slide away as something tented it. Amber watched with glee as Sora’s own seven-inch-long cock hardened. He stroked himself harder now and both of their blushes grew. Eventually, Sora’s member came to full mast and nuzzled out from under her skirt. The futa let out a muffled cacophony of moaning whimpers and winced in embarrassment. Sora wore no panties or undergarments but what surprised Amber most was how much smaller the futa’s dick was to his.

Amber bit his lip. “You’re not bad. Pretty big for a futa, but not as big as mine,” he mused. He held down an excited giggle as his aroused embarrassment flourished into deviancy. Amber watched with even more delight as these words caused Sora’s cock to twitch. The way the vines pulled her down while the one in her pussy simultaneously thrust upward caused Sora’s cock to bob. As her throat was repeatedly and slowly fucked by the vine she rolled her eyes upward in pleasure and a small bead of pre trickled down her cock. She looked back down at Amber, begging him with her eyes, and it was then Amber knew he had won.

With a wave of the hand not stroking his dick, the vine slowly slid out of Sora’s throat. With a wet popping noise the thick slimy vine exited her mouth, leaving trails of spit to connect her lips and it. Sora gasped for air and shuddered. “A-ah! Mwah! I-I submit!” she admitted. “You’ve beat me!” As quickly as she said it, her gaze focused back onto Amber’s dick with the blush deepening across her cheeks. “Mmm- ahh… I submit!”

“Oh yeah?” He said, tilting his head sideways with a grin. “Then what am I supposed to do with you now? Do I just let you go? How do I know you won’t betray me when I free you?”

Sora gulped and gasped for air before responding. “Our-our tribe’s rules are simple,” she said meekly, “you’ve defeated me in a real d-dual, ah!” The vine made a sudden hard thrust upward, practically skewering Sora on the vine. She squealed in pleasure and more pre shot out of her cock. Something that was both an aroused blush as well as a solemn promise crossed her face. “Not only th-that. Y-you have the bigger c-c-cock.” She finished her words with another little mewl before speaking again. “As I tried to make you my slave, I will be yours now.”

Amber took a moment to process this. His grin flattened as he realized the reality of the situation. Any thoughts about the consequences that could come from this went away as he wondered about how horny he was, and how this gorgeous kemonomimi was offering to be his slave. His hand around his dick tightened as he subconsciously began to jerk himself more vigorously. “My slave?…” he said, again as innocently as he could. “Why that’s an interesting proposition. What would I gain from having you as my slave?” His head tilted to the other side and his legs spread even more.

Sora’s jaw was slack as the small thrusts of the vines caused more moans to erupt from her. It took her a while to respond. “I-I’d serve you in every way. Defend you, care for you, even-” Sora suddenly stopped herself as her blush grew to a cherry red.

“What?” Amber said back, summoning a little authority in his voice.

“Serve you, sexually…” Sora admitted.

Amber’s maniacal grin came back. “Hmmmmm, I’m not sure. I’ve gone this long without a slave.” Indeed, Amber was sure he wanted her, he just wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t accept.

Instantly, Sora’s face grew white. “No! You have to! Mmmph- hwah!” The futa struggled to speak as the vines thrusting grew more rigorous. “While the sh-shame of being defeated b-by a boy elf is… much.” Sora leaned her head down and took another gasping breath. “The shame of that and being rejected to be taken as a slave is much worse! I would not be able to return to my tribe! Y-you have to!”

Amber already knew his response, but he let the dramatic pause linger. “Alright, alright, you’ve convinced me,” Amber said. He jerked himself a little longer before he finally took his hand off his cock. It swayed from side to side as he willed the vines to put her down. Gently, the vines laid Sora onto her knees and slid away from her. With a wet slithering noise, the slimy one in her cunt excited, spilling out a small deluge of juices.

As soon as the vine popped out and she was put down onto her knees, Sora shuddered and cupped her nethers with two hands. She gasped for air and moaned as she looked at the slimy mess that was her pussy. However, it did not take long for her to look back up at her new owner. With an obedient yet dignified expression, she spoke. “Thank you, master…”

Amber enjoyed the once fierce-looking futa now on her knees looking up at him like a pleading kitty. He extended a hand and cupped her chin. “Now… How is my slave going to say sorry for attacking me?”

Sora subtly rubbed her chin into Amber’s soft hand before nodding. Without saying a word and keeping eye contact, Sora crawled a little closer and leaned her head down near his package. She tilted her head a little so she could look up at him. Amber’s eyes widened slightly as he watched Sora slowly purse her lips and bring them down to give his balls a gentle kiss. Her firm lips suckled his hairless sack for a few seconds before popping off of them. “Thank you for sparing me, master.”

Amber let out a small delighted shudder. The hand on her chin shifted to gently pet her hair as Sora began to worship, kiss, and suckle Amber’s sack. Amber rolled his head backward as Sora’s lips opened and took one ball inside her mouth. She sucked on the hairless orb like a kitten sucking on a tit before moving to the other. “Ah-ha… Sora… Thank you. D-do you like sucking my balls?”

Sora’s already deep blush grew as she popped her lips off his balls again “Mrrmmm, it’s not like that,” she admitted through a mouth full of lewd spit. “This is how our people show submission to another. When we do practice duals, the loser must do this to the winner.” Her expression grew somehow even more pleading. “Your balls are the biggest I’ve seen.” She ended her sentence by sucking his ball into her mouth again before licking up his shaft with her tongue.

Amber struggled to hold back a squeal. It had been a long time since he had received this sort of attention. He continued to pet and rub the top of her head as Sora kissed his tip and then slowly began taking his cock in her mouth. “Did you lose often then? You’re so good at this,” he teased. Soft cute moans slid out of Sora as she suckled his tip and simply scowled up at him in response but continued nonetheless.

Amber’s eyes wandered past Sora’s breasts to her still hard twitching cock. The thing had received next to no stimulation yet it oozed pre like it was breeding season. He saw her slide a hand up her thigh to her cock to start stroking. But before she could, he gently hooked the underside of her dick with the toe of his boot and pressed it against Sora’s abs. With his cock in her mouth, she whimpered as her dick was stepped on. Sora suddenly attempted to slide her mouth off of his dick but Amber pushed her head down and gently forced his cock into her throat. “Ghack- ghuah-” Sora sputtered out pathetically but did not withstand.

“Uh, uh,” Amber said as he pushed the toe of his boot harder against the underside of her cock. “You come off when I tell you to. Mmrrmm… Do you like how this feels?” He said pushing his boot against her dick even harder. Sora gagged some more before nodding as best she could. “This naughty thing is cute, I’ll have to find a solution for this later. For now, you’re not allowed to touch it, understand?” Sora nodded again, somehow even more pathetically. “Good, good…” He let his boot come off and released the pressure on her head. The futa slid her throat off of Amber’s thick long meat and gasped for air. Spit drooled out of her bottom lip and onto her breasts. She looked up at her master expectantly before attempting to go back down on him but she was stopped by Amber putting a finger on her nose. “I’m not cruel though. Just cause you’ve been naughty and are not allowed to touch yourself, doesn’t mean you you’ll go unsatisfied. If you’re going to be my slave from now on, we might as well celebrate. Get on your back.”

A mix of surprise, fear, and utter submissive pleasure bloomed in Sora’s eyes. “Y-yes master,” she muttered under her breath. Never taking her eyes off of him, Sora crawled backward on her hands and knees away from the shade of the tree line. Amber watched how the sun danced against her tan hazel skin and toned muscle. Now that she was crawling backward, her small loincloth obscured her hard swaying dick but Sora quickly remedied that by untying the thin string around her waist and discarding it on the grass next to her. Now that Sora was a dozen feet away, she shifted to sit on her ass, spread her legs, and lay on her back.

Amber did not waste time to pursue his new slave inviting him in. He stood up and began to walk towards her with a graceful gate. His throbbing cock slid out from under the front of his skirt and bobbed side to side as he strode. As he got closer, Sora grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them up to expose her nethers. Her gaze was hungry and flicked between Amber’s eyes and what would soon conquer her. Amber bit his lip as his eyes stared salaciously at her parts. Below her twitching cock and firm balls, her hidden pussy glistened in the afternoon sun. “Of course you’re wet…” he mused walking closer. For a moment he considered which hole to take when he saw her tiny asshole. For now, he wondered, it better to take it easy. Her ass will be for a later time.

Sora’s back arched against the ground in wanton lust. Amber could now see how her tail connected to the small of her back wagging back and forth “Mmmph- Master, please. Your slave is ready… Why wouldn’t I be wet?” Sora’s voice was now a desperate whine, very different from the fierce warrior when he first met her.

Amber began to doff his corset as he closed the last couple of steps. He untied and then pulled two strings causing the corset to slip off of his slender waist. It fell behind his feet and he began to undo his skirt. It came undone in two parts, falling around him. With the heel of his tall boot, he pushed his discarded clothing behind him and kneeled between Sora’s inviting legs. Reaching behind, he began to undo his white blouse. Gently, the thin shirt came aside and was discarded as well. Now, all he wore were his panties tucked comfortably behind his balls, his silky detached sleeves, his boots, and of course his golden ornate collar. “Are you ready?” he said landing into a lascivious crawl between her legs.

Amber enjoyed the sight he was seeing. Sora could barely contain herself as she let out another mewling whimper. “Please…” she let out, “please, please, please fuck me…” Her hands cupped her breasts and rubbed them back and forth as her pleading eyes never broke contact with him.

Amber slid his thumb between his thigh and the string of his panties and slid them off his legs entirely. Now mostly nude, he crawled deeper into Sora’s space and planted hands on either side of her stomach. His cock, heavy for it was so big, dipped low and slid against the underside of hers. “Don’t worry, I will.” Amber pivoted his hips forward and laid the full weight of his cock against hers and compared lengths. He sat up from leaning over her and tucked his knees to either side of her hips. He then reach a hand down and attempted to wrap it around both of their combined girths. “Mmmph- See how foolish it was for you to fight me? If only you knew this elf had such a bigger cock.”

Sora craned her head forward to look at Amber and how their cocks rubbed against each other. “F-foolish?” she said in disbelief as she continued to massage her breasts in heat. “I never met an elf, l-let alone a male who had such a big cock. If-if I’m foolish to have been defeated by you, I’m glad to be foolish.”

Amber’s breath grew heavy at her admission and his head hung low as he leaned over her again. Using the hand that stroked their cocks together, he aimed his cock via the base and pivoted his hips back to make room. A long exhale exited Sora’s lips as his tip kissed her pussies lips, and with one motion, he thrust into her.

“Mmmrrrmnfff- Ah-ah!” Sora cried out and arched her back as Amber buried his cock into her. As it pushed into her, her hands left her breasts and lay above her head in the grass. Her head turned sideways, letting out another high-pitched squeal as Amber pulled out a little and thrust forward again. “G-gods! Ghack- ah!” Sora’s hips twitched and her dick oozed out another frustrated spurt of pre onto her abs.

Each of Amber’s hands was on either side of Sora’s arching chest. He focused on how his girth made her feel so tight. She wasn’t a virgin, but he guessed she was more used to giving rather than taking. “How does it f-feel to finally be on your back where you belong?”

Sora mewled out an unintelligible word in response. When she collected herself and attempted to respond, Amber thrust forward again. “Ghuah! Good! Where I belong! I’m your slave!” she cried out as Amber began quick hard thrusts into Sora’s snug cunt.

The noise of Amber’s thighs and hips clapping into Sora’s thick yet toned ass filled the whole clearing before their collective moans did. Due to the friction of Sora’s tight pussy, he was forced to pull out slowly after each thrust. He made up for it by slamming his hips back into her. Amber’s long ginger hair began to sway wildly as he pivoted in and out. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He had one of the most gorgeous kemonomimi on her back, begging for his dick! Additionally, he perhaps misjudged how hard it would be to fuck her as even after a minute of thrusting, he was getting a little tired. For a split second, he cursed being the weakening male he was, but then again it made this whole situation so much better. He was used to futa like Sora thinking they could boss him around, and how he had one on her back screaming. “Beg for it,” he let out in a soft breathy voice, “beg for your master to fuck you.”

Sora responded with a long whining moan. Amber’s thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Ffffuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Claim me! Conquer me! Tame me!” She screamed in pleasure as Amber’s thick cock slammed into her again and again until her body began to quiver. Sora’s eyebrows tensed and her gaze locked onto him as she orgasmed. Her tensing eyebrows relaxed as a wave of pleasure tore through her. With an agape mouth, she struggled with words before finally saying, “I’m yours!” Sora’s pussy clenched and gripped around Amber’s at all times thrusting cock.

Amber leaned back to get the best view he could of his new slave. Her big tits swayed in rhythm to his hard thrusts. Her body convulsed and shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Amber slowed his pace a little to experience the feel of Sora’s tight cunt more preciously. He dipped and pivoted his dick into her tiny hole while moving one of her legs to lay it across his shoulder. Each time he drove his hips forward, Sora’s cock would wag up and down invitingly. Not being able to withstand, Amber took her dick in hand and began to stroke it to the rhythm of his thrusts. His delicate fingers wrapped around her smaller meat.

“Yessss…” Sora hissed out like an animal in heat. Amber could not stop thrusting. What was he gonna do when he needed to cum? Was it right to breed this wanton slut? Amber, as intelligent as he was, struggled to think as he repeatedly glued his hips to Sora’s. She was infectious to fuck.

“How does it feel?” Amber asked through soft breathy words. His gentle voice could almost not be heard over Sora’s whorish moans. “How does it feel to be fucked by a male Sora?”

“Incredible…” Sora admitted as she stared deeply up at Amber. Her cock was leaking pre all over her abs as Amber milked it. “I-I love it,” she mewled out. “The humiliation… the shame… being your slave… it made me so wet… Fuck your futa slave master! Show her who has the bigger cock! Show her who defeated her! Show her who her master is!”

At that, Amber came. He didn’t even know it was coming but Sora’s devotional speech of submission made him. His face lit up with affection as he shot his load deep within her. Instinctually, he buried his cock as deep as he could. At the same time, Sora came with her dick. White ropes of spunk shot out and painted her body from her face to abs. Amber started to thrust slower as his moans grew lighter and more desperate. “I-I-I didn’t mean to-!” he cried out almost teary eyed but wasn’t able to finish.

“Yes! Gods! Fuck me! Breed me!” Sora cried out long cat-like moans as she came and was filled. Then suddenly, Amber threw himself back on top of her and kissed her deeply. Their lips pressed into each other as they moaned. Amber’s hips gyrated slowly into her as his orgasm lulled.

As their lips came aside Amber cupped the side of Sora’s short black hair and Sora held onto his narrow waist. “I-I have spells to make sure you don’t get p-pregnant,” Amber admitted.

“Please don’t,” Sora said with a smile and wink.

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“Mwuah…” Sora moaned and took a deep breath as saliva connected her lulling tongue and Amber’s asshole. She had been worshipping his tiny wet hole for the better part of an hour now and couldn’t get enough. She was looking at it crosseyed, almost hypnotized, before a light pull on her leash brought her back to attention.

“Ah-hng, come on, back to it, s-slave.” Amber was using everything he had to give off the air of an authoritative master, but this rimming session was getting to him. He was completely nude beside his thigh highs as he was bent slightly over the bed. The only thing that illuminated the tavern room was the dimming oil lamp.

“Y-yes master,” Sora mewled before immediately licking and then sliding her tongue into Amber’s tight ass. Sora was completely nude as well as she kneeled behind him, except for her new collar and chastity cage.

“Oh gods… yes…” Amber’s cock twitched. It had been getting slowly jerked by Sora the whole time. He instinctively pulled on Sora’s new chain leash, something he immediately regretted as it was supposed to be for when she was being bad. However, he didn’t regret it too much as it caused Sora to double down and press her face between his cheeks even more. “I-I’m sorry! You’re doing great! I just pulled it accidentally. M-more and you might get out of your cage soon. You’re still wearing it to apologize for attacking me in the forest, remember?”

Sora didn’t respond besides a crazed hungry moan as she constantly transitioned between tongue fucking him, hissing every part of his backside, and working his big hard cock with both hands. In a rare bought between rimming him, Sora finally responded. “Yes, master! I’m going to show you I deserve it back… I love how your ass tastes…” She wasted no time to go down on him again, opting to thrust her tongue in and out of his hole at a quick pace.

Amber bit his lip to hold back a squeal. “Good! Ah-ah! Y-yeah right th-there! Keep stroking!” Amber winced and curled the sheets in his fists as Sora continued her ruthless tongue fuck. With a sudden burst of pleasure, Amber erupted his seed onto the sheet in front of him as Sora’s worship and stroking became too much.

Sora did not stop immediately, instead slowing in her praise of his hole and transitioning to loving licks and adoring kisses. Finally, she giggled and licked her lips. “Master…” she said with a whine, “you shot all over the sheets. I can’t clean that up very easily. You should shoot it into a bowl so your kitty can lap it up.”

Amber still bunched the sheets in his fists as he reeled from his intense orgasm. “Y-yes Sora… Yes… Next time… You’re such an amazing slave.”

NSFW: yes

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