cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/18793580

The moon hung low and heavy over the forest, casting an eerie silver glow that seemed to pulse with an unnatural life. The trees stood tall and ancient, their gnarled branches weaving a canopy that trapped the silence of the night. Deep within this tangled wilderness, far from the prying eyes of the civilized world, a secret ritual was about to unfold—one that would blur the lines between desire and depravity, between pleasure and pain.

At the heart of the forest, where the trees grew thickest and the shadows deepest, a clearing had been prepared. It was a circle of damp earth, ringed by glowing runes etched into the bark of ten massive oaks. Each rune pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible light, as if they were alive, feeding off the energy of the surrounding darkness. In the center of this circle lay a stone altar, rough-hewn and ancient, its surface slick with moss and dampness.

Lareth, a lithe elf with skin as pale as moonlight and hair as black as the void between stars, stood at the edge of the circle. His eyes, green as the deepest forest, scanned the perimeter, ensuring that all was in place for the ritual. He wore only a thin robe, woven from strands of starlight, which clung to his slender frame like a second skin. His breath came in shallow gasps, not from fear, but from anticipation. Tonight, he would fulfill an ancient pact, one that had been sealed long before his birth.

From the shadows beyond the clearing emerged another figure, towering and broad-shouldered. Korgath, an orc chieftain, stepped into the light, his green skin glistening with sweat despite the cool night air. His muscles bulged beneath his fur loincloth, and his tusks curved upward like the horns of a bull. His eyes, red as blood, fixed on Lareth with a predatory gleam. Behind him, more figures began to emerge—beastmen, their fur matted and their eyes wild, their bodies covered in intricate tattoos that marked them as servants of the Dark Powers.

“Are you ready, elf?” Korgath’s voice was a deep rumble, vibrating through the ground beneath Lareth’s bare feet.

Lareth nodded, his throat dry. “The runes are aligned. The altar is prepared. All that remains is the consummation of the pact.”

Korgath grinned, baring his teeth in a savage smile. “Good. Then let us begin.”

The orc strode purposefully toward the altar, his massive hands flexing with anticipation. Lareth followed, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached the altar, he noticed the third participant of the ritual—a beastman, her body sleek and muscled, her fur a glossy black. Her tail twitched nervously as she watched Korgath approach, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Korgath grabbed the beastman by the hips, lifting her easily and setting her down atop the altar. She yelped in surprise, but made no move to resist as he spread her legs wide, exposing her moist, quivering folds to the cool night air. Lareth could see the beads of moisture glistening on her dark, puckered flesh, and his own arousal surged, hot and insistent.

“Elf,” Korgath growled, his voice thick with lust, “do your part.”

Lareth hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward. He placed his hands on the beastman’s thighs, feeling the warmth of her flesh beneath his fingers. She shuddered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. Lareth leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a soft moan from her.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Do it… do it now…”

Lareth’s tongue darted out, tracing a slow, teasing path up her inner thigh, savoring the taste of her arousal. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his touch, her body tensing in anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact with her swollen clit, she cried out, arching her back and pressing her hips into his face.

Korgath watched with rapt attention, his cock hard and throbbing in his loincloth. He couldn’t wait any longer. With a grunt, he shoved the fabric aside and freed his monstrous erection, the head purple and glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself at the entrance of the beastman’s waiting pussy, his fingers digging into her hips as he lined himself up.

“Hold her still, elf,” Korgath ordered, his voice gruff.

Lareth obeyed, his hands tightening on the beastman’s thighs as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue. She whimpered, her body trembling with need, her breathing ragged. Korgath thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal motion. The beastman screamed, her nails digging into Lareth’s shoulders as she felt the fullness of the orc’s thick shaft filling her.

Korgath paused, letting her adjust to the size of him, before beginning to piston in and out of her wet heat. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the clearing, mixing with the beastman’s moans and the occasional growl from Korgath. Lareth kept his mouth pressed firmly against her cunt, licking and sucking at her clit with feverish intensity, his own cock straining against the confines of his robe.

“Harder,” the beastman gasped, her voice barely intelligible. “Fuck me harder, Korgath!”

The orc obliged, increasing his pace until his hips were a blur of motion, his balls slapping against the beastman’s ass with each thrust. He reached down, his fingers finding Lareth’s hair and gripping it tightly as he fucked the elf’s face deeper into the beastman’s cunt. Lareth groaned into her folds, his own need rising sharp and unrelenting.

The beastman’s moans turned to cries of pleasure as she neared her climax, her body trembling violently. Korgath sensed her approaching orgasm and growled fiercely, his thrusts becoming even more erratic and powerful. Lareth could feel her walls tightening around his tongue, the vibrations of her impending release shuddering through her entire being.

“Yes! Yes! I’m gonna come!” she screamed, her voice breaking as she reached the peak of her ecstasy.

Korgath roared, his own orgasm surging through him, flooding the beastman’s depths with his seed. Lareth tasted the first hint of their combined release on his tongue, the salty tang of their juices mixing in a heady cocktail of pleasure. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His own climax ripped through him, hot and intense, spurting onto the beastman’s furred stomach in thick ropes of white.

As the three of them rode out their waves of pleasure, the runes around the clearing flared brighter, their light pulsating in time with their movements. The ground beneath them trembled faintly, as if acknowledging the dark power that had just been unleashed.

“Well done, elf,” Korgath panted, pulling out of the beastman and stepping back, his cock still dripping with their mixed fluids. “But our work is not yet finished.”

Lareth looked up, his vision blurry with residual lust, and saw Korgath’s predatory gaze fix on him once more. The orc’sThe intention is clear, Next time, his body will receive the same wild power.