Mala and Anne stood in the sleek, futuristic VR lab, the air buzzing with the faint hum of high-tech equipment. The walls were lined with screens displaying fantastical landscapes—a world of elves, dragons, and magic. Mala’s friend, Dr. Elena, a sharp woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, gestured toward two reclining chairs equipped with what looked like futuristic helmets.

“You’re going to love this,” Elena said, her voice tinged with excitement. “We’ve just launched a beta version of our D&D-themed VR world. It’s not just visual or auditory—it’s full sensory immersion. Your mind will believe it’s real.”

Anne raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mala. “Full sensory, huh? Sounds… intense.”

Mala grinned, her pierced nipples pressing against the fabric of her tight tank top as she leaned forward. “Intense is what we do best. Let’s dive in.”

Elena handed them each a helmet, her smirk deepening. “You’ll need to choose your characters. Scroll through the options, but I’d suggest elves. They’re… popular in this world.”

Mala and Anne exchanged curious glances but didn’t press further. They settled into the chairs, helmets in hand. A soft whirring sound filled the room as the devices powered up. The last thing they saw was Elena’s knowing smile before the VR world swallowed them whole.

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The first thing they felt was wind—light and cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth. Mala opened her eyes, her vision filled with towering trees and sunlight filtering through the canopy. She looked down at herself and gasped. Her body was clad in a form-fitting leather tunic that hugged her petite frame, her legs long and toned. She touched her face—her features were sharper, her ears elongated into delicate points.

“Holy shit,” Anne’s voice came from beside her. Mala turned to see her friend—now also an elf—her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her outfit a tantalizing mix of silk and leather. The fabric clung to Anne’s curves, leaving little to the imagination.

“This is insane,” Mala said, her voice breathless. “It feels so real.”

Before Anne could reply, a deep voice interrupted them. “Well, well. Look what the forest has given us.”

Mala and Anne turned to see three men approaching. The one in the lead was tall and muscular, his broad chest bare, his dark hair tied back in a loose knot. His eyes, a piercing blue, raked over them with undisguised interest. Beside him stood a leaner man with sharp features and a smirk that made Anne’s stomach flutter. The third was more boyish, with tousled brown hair and an eager grin.

“Elves,” the muscular one said, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. “The forest truly is generous today.”

Mala raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. “And you are?”

“Hunters,” the boyish one replied, stepping forward. “But today, it seems we’ve found ourselves prey instead.”

Anne giggled, her voice light but tinged with excitement. “Is this how all interactions go in this world?”

The sharp-featured man chuckled, his eyes glinting. “With elves? Oh, yes. You’re the favored of the forest, after all.”

Mala tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Favored? How so?”

The muscular man stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Elves are… receptacles. It’s said the forest blesses them with endless pleasure, but only if they share it with others.”

Mala’s eyes widened, a thrill shooting through her. She glanced at Anne, who was biting her lip, her cheeks flushed. “And how do they share it?” Mala asked, her voice a low purr.

The boyish man answered by reaching out, his fingers brushing against Mala’s cheek. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of sensation straight to her core. “Like this,” he whispered.

Mala’s breath hitched as his hand slid down her neck, grazing her collarbone before cupping her breast. She felt everything—the heat of his palm, the pressure of his fingers, the way her nipple hardened under his touch.

Anne let out a soft moan as the sharp-featured man claimed her lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, his touch bold and confident. He broke the kiss long enough to murmur, “You’re even more stunning than the tales say.”

The muscular man stepped behind Mala, his hands settling on her hips. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his breath warm on her ear. “I think the forest has blessed us today,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Mala’s head fell back against his chest as he pulled her closer, one hand sliding up to tease her nipple through the leather of her tunic. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. “What are you waiting for?” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

The boyish man grinned, his fingers hooking into the laces of her tunic. With a swift tug, he pulled it open, exposing her bare breasts to the cool forest air. Mala’s pierced nipples hardened instantly, and the boyish man leaned in, his mouth closing around one.

Anne was already lost in her own sensations, the sharp-featured man’s hands exploring every inch of her body. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered, “You’re so responsive. I can’t wait to see how you come undone.”

Mala’s moans mingled with Anne’s as the men continued to explore their bodies. The muscular man’s hands slid down Mala’s hips, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her leather pants. He found her wet and ready, his growl of approval vibrating through her chest.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his fingers teasing her folds, “how much of the forest’s blessing do you want?”

Mala’s reply was a breathless, “All of it.”

The boyish man pulled away from her breast, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

The muscular man knelt behind Mala, his hands pulling her pants down in one swift motion. The cool air hit her bare skin, making her shiver, but his mouth was on her a moment later, his tongue delving between her folds. Mala cried out, her hands tangling in the boyish man’s hair as he resumed his attention on her breasts.

Anne’s pants were already pooled at her feet, the sharp-featured man’s fingers working her with expert precision. He added a second finger, his thumb circling her clit, and Anne’s knees nearly buckled. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, her voice echoing through the forest.

The world around them seemed to fade, the only sensations that mattered were the ones coursing through their bodies. Mala was close, so close, the muscular man’s tongue driving her to the edge. The boyish man’s mouth was hot and insistent, his teeth grazing her nipple in a way that made her gasp.

Anne came first, her body shuddering as the sharp-featured man worked her through her climax. Her cries were music to Mala’s ears, pushing her closer to her own release. The muscular man’s tongue flicked her clit, and Mala’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with pleasure.

The men didn’t stop there. The sharp-featured man pulled Anne to the ground, his body covering hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

Anne nodded, her eyes dark with lust. “Take me.”

The muscular man stood, pulling Mala to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her lips parting as his cock, thick and hard, pressed against her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and Mala obeyed eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep.

The boyish man positioned himself behind Mala, his hands gripping her hips. He entered her in one smooth thrust, making her moan around the muscular man’s cock. The forest seemed to pulse around them, the sounds of their pleasure mingling with the rustling of leaves.

Anne’s cries grew louder as the sharp-featured man thrust into her, his movements deep and relentless. “You feel amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Mala’s pace quickened, her mouth working the muscular man’s cock as the boyish man pounded into her from behind. Her body was a live wire, every touch, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

The boyish man’s breath was ragged, his thrusts growing erratic. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

The muscular man pulled out of Mala’s mouth, his hand wrapping around his cock. A groan tore from his throat as he came, his release splattering across Mala’s face. The boyish man followed moments later, his hips jerking as he spilled inside her.

Anne’s second climax hit her hard, her body arching off the ground as the sharp-featured man continued to thrust into her. He groaned her name as he came, his body collapsing onto hers.

The forest fell silent, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the rustle of leaves. Mala sat back on her heels, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She glanced at Anne, who was still sprawled on the ground, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“That was…” Anne began, her voice breathless.

“Incredible,” Mala finished, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

The muscular man chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from Mala’s face. “The forest always provides.”