Realms of Fantasy: Screamer [Episode 111994]

Ranko’s unrestricted yowls of bliss continued to echo in the prison, to the great dismay of one Elf girl named Ukyō.  Her own naked body, pressed against her equally nude husband, wasn’t cold anymore.  Rather, she was hot and bothered, and wished she could block the screams of the ecstatic Drow girl.  But their cell had the same anti-magic ward than the twin’s, so Konatsu casting even a mere sound bubble was out of question.

It was not helping that Ukyō had gotten, despite herself, a good look at Ranma’s black-skinned body just some times ago.  She had to admit the male Drow was pretty handsome, and well-endowed... which made her cheeks burn with shame.  Never before did she allow herself to have so naughty thoughts for another man than her husband.  And worse, it had to be with a member of the outcast race of Dark Elves...

Yet, it was unavoidable... since that time Ranko had so offhandedly offered her to “try out her brother”, she couldn’t keep him out of her mind.  It was shortly after she had found out about their incestuous ways.  The party had just accepted the duo as guides for their Underdark mission...  and they discovered, to their great dismay, that the inn they used as base had rather... thin walls.  When confronted about it, Ranma and Ranko seemed totally unconcerned by the surface-dwellers’ outraged reactions... to the point of not even understanding what was the fuss.

And when Ukyō’s strongly rebutted Ranko’s proposal, arguing that she was married... the Drow girl had the gal to suggest that she could pleasure Konatsu herself, while her brother was servicing the High Elf girl.  That it would be “fair trade”, then....

‘Damn those two horndogs... Damn all horny Drow and their shamelessness... Damn those other Drow for locking us here in the buff... Damn them all.’ she thought.

Still cursing about depraved Dark Elves, Ukyō had to acknowledge how wrong was her previous allegation of not being in the mood.  The heat coming from Konatsu’s body was inflaming hers, and the sounds of wanton lust escaping the hanging cage was just making things worst.  Blushing fiercely, she hugged her husband tighter, rubbing her pale, milky skin against his.

“You’re going to think of me as a silly girl...” she whispered in his pointy ear...

“I’ll never think anything like that, Ucchan...” the male Elf answered.  He, too, was pretty worked up by the closeness with his cute wife, Ranko’s voice only adding to the fire.  But he didn’t make any move to take advantage of the situation, despite very strong temptations.  Ukyō was definitely the one wearing the pants in their couple.  Not that Konatsu minded; it was just in his nature, he was more reserved and less decisive than his significant other.

“I can’t think of a worst place than this dirty cell...” Ukyō continued, “but this may be our last time with each other....”

“Don’t talk like this, Ucchan.  We’ll make it through.  You’ll see.  We’ve been in worst situations, we’ll survive this, together!”

Ukyō smiled warmly.  “I know... I’m not giving up.  But I changed my mind... I want you... to love me.  Now.” she concluded, breathing huskily.

Konatsu gently nodded, and he lowered his face to meet Ukyō’s lips in a warm kiss.  His hands, which had been just resting on his wife’s body, occasionally stroking her back to keep it warm, were now actively seeking her naughty bits.  When she squirmed in his embrace, it was no longer to simply fight the cold.  Although the way Konatsu’s fingers was kneading and massaging Ukyō’s curvy rear was bringing delicious heat to her buttocks.  The Elves’ nude, rosy shapes melded and intertwined in the darkness of the prison.

Konatsu was still sitting, his back leaning against the bars of the cage, while Ukyō erotically danced all over his lap.  Her perky breasts, aching to be groped, mashed against his chest.  Her delicate feet rubbed along his legs, teasing him, before she bent her knees and brought her muscular thighs to circle his hips.  Never once did their breath-stealing liplock faltered during this foreplay.

Konatsu barely switched his stance, but it was enough to have his erect, blood-engorged weapon aligned with Ucchan’s jade gates.  Balancing on his backside and guiding her delicious bottom with both hands, he slowly but deliberately entered his wife.  The tip of his manhood wedged between her labial lips, gently parting the womanly petals, before it slid within her folds.  Feeling this, Ukyō finally broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between their mouths, and gasped sharply.  This turned into happy moans and erotic sighs and melodic coos as the Elf’s soft voice rose in pleasure.

She was nowhere as loud as Ranko, but the latter’s screams had recessed after a few, last, orgasmic shrieks (that could have made a banshee turn green with envy).  The two Drow lovers had already stopped moving, drifting into sleep after their exhausting romp.  So, nothing was covering Ukyō’s song of love at the moment.

“YOU GOTTA BE KIDDIN’ ME!?  ARE ALL ELVES FUCKING PERVERTS?!”

In a cell not far from the married couple, Akane was not a happy camper.  Although they were a lot less noisy than the Drow, the two Elves were closer, and unlike Ranma and Ranko they weren’t lost in the darkness.  Even with normal vision, the Humans could see the outline of their pink shapes moving sensually against each other.  Not that Akane was looking.  Not at all.  She was, in fact, pointedly facing the opposite direction.

Nabiki had no such qualms, and was lazily watching the Elves making love, sprawled on her front on the straw-like padding of the cell.  “What are you complaining about, this time?  Those two are unrelated and legally married....”

“But why do they have to do it NOW?  In this place?!  Really... looking at them, one wouldn’t think we’re in such a big mess....  Does nobody care that we could be tortured or executed or worse tomorrow?”

“Actually, they care, Akane-chan.  In fact, it’s pretty much a natural reaction....”

“What?” Akane blinked in incomprehension.

Nabiki rolled her eyes.  Still, it was an elder sibling’s job to educate the youngest.  “Of course, little sister... the urge to procreate, to perpetuate the species... it is never so strong when you are in mortal danger.  It’s irrational, but it is the way things are...”

“Humpf... I still say they’re all big perverts....”

“You’re just mad because it looks like everybody is going to get some, tonight... except poor us.” Nabiki joked.  Sighing, the Tendō rogue longingly glanced at the next cage, where Kunō and Ryōga stayed unmoving.  “That’s really too bad they didn’t put the men in the same cell as us.  I wouldn’t have minded trying a bit of ‘resuscitation’ on the paladin...”

“That’s disgusting!  How can you say such a thing?  Even my own sister....” Akane grumbled.

Smirking, Nabiki added “... And you could have the Half-Orc, Akane, you know.”

“No way!  I’d never take advantage of Ryōga-kun like that!  He would never forgive me.”

Nabiki shook her head and sighed in exasperation.  “Honestly, Akane... I would have thought that you, of all people, would be more open... after your little affair with that stallion... what was his name, already?  Saa... San... Sentarō, right?”

“WHAAA...??  NOTHING HAPPENED BETWEEN ME AND THAT DUMB CENTAUR!!!” Akane exploded.

“Oh, come on... you never wanted to talk about it, but we saw him carrying you away on his back...”

“He was kidnapping me!  He tried to rape me, but I beat him up!  And then his wife showed up, and beat him up some more!”

“His wife?”

“Yes!  A filly named Satsuki.  Very nice girl.  Do you know that hooves are really good weapons to bash perverts?”

“I guess...” Nabiki muttered, burying her face in a hand.  “Another golden opportunity you wasted...”

“Hu?”

“Yeah, you know what they say about the centaurs’—”

“I don’t wanna know!” Akane cut her out sharply.

“Don’t tell me you hadn’t even checked his—”

“NO!” Akane denied, very red-faced.

She then turned away from her heckling sister, swearing she wasn’t going to discuss anything else with her tonight.

“Aaaaah... oooooh... yeeeeesss... Konatsu... my love... like this... don’t stop...”

Her husband was now on his back, with Ukyō draped all over him, her bottom shaking with the rhythmic thrusting of his hips.  His hands were again clutching the round, pale, supple half-moons of her ass, driving her lower body up and down on his rod.  Her sweet nectar was coating his throbbing shaft with each slick, piston move of her puffy folds, dripping down to the base of his penis and oiling his balls.  Her tight, elfin vessel was stuffed by warm meat with each lowering swing.  The fleshy red walls of her love tunnel parted graciously under the pressure of the immovable object, to be emptied just afterward by her temporary withdrawal.  The heat and friction of their intercourse were bringing wondrous sensations to both Elves, their whole bodies tingling with excitement.

Ukyō stopped smothering Konatsu’s face with kisses and licks to rise herself a bit above his chest, pushing with both arms.  Her nice breasts dangling, she wanted them to not be forgotten by her lover.  She pulled his hands away from her derrière and brought them to her delicate mounds, urging him to squeeze them all he wanted.  She quickly compensated the loss of his arms’ guidance on her bottom by bouncing up and down on her own volition, even faster than her gentle spouse was doing before.  Her lovely voice echoed again with delighted cries of bliss as she rode him cowgirl style.  The dual stimulation, of his fingers sculpting the pliable clay of her chest, and of his hard wood plowing her sacred grove, was bringing her to the Seventh Heaven....

Not as fast as Konatsu, however, who was elated to bring so much joy to his beloved Ucchan.  The male Elf whimpered in agonizing pleasure, his face screwed in an ecstatic expression.  With a strangled groan and a reflexive grab on her nipples, he signified to his wife that she’d brought him over the edge.  Ukyō yelped from the sudden pinch of her oversensitive mammary flesh, but all pain was drowned by a mounting orgasm.  Feeling his male organ explode in a geyser of hot sperm in her womb was all she needed to reach her peak.  Howling in climax, the Elf woman trashed atop her husband, her long chestnut hair flowing around her head like a banner in the wind.

Then, she finally slumped bonelessly over him, panting, their sweaty bodies heaving with each deep breath.  They snuggled lazily, still joined at the hips, their carnal desires now sated and their love reasserted.

Ukyō had kicked any thought of unfaithfulness with some Dark-Elven hunk to the back of her mind.  She may be rough with her husband sometimes, but she dearly loved Konatsu.  They were perfect for each other... so alike, and at the same time so different.

Among other things, they shared the fact that neither had grown up among High Elves.  They both were orphans, their real parents having died while they were too young to even remember them.  In Ukyō’s case, the whole traveling group of Elves was whipped out by a Goblinoid ambush, leaving a wailing baby as the sole survivor.

Her savior, and the man that raised her, was a Werebear.  The shapeshifter, leading a small pride of bears, had pried her from the greasy fingers of the Orcs before they could cook the tasty morsel, killing several of the nasty bastards in the process.  Ukyō’s adoptive father, in Human form, was big, gruff, hairy and taciturn... but under his rugged exterior he was hiding a heart of gold.  He took good care of the abandoned Elf girl during her long childhood, teaching her how to survive in the wilderness and become a skilled woodsman.

Not woodswoman though... because Ukyō’s father, for all his good points, still had a quirk... he’d always called her a boy, raising her as such, and never acknowledging her true gender.  She never knew for sure if he couldn’t tell the difference, never bothered to check, or simply was too stubborn to change his way of thinking.  This led Ucchan to some awkward moments about her sexual identity when she began interacting with other people at the start of her adventuring career.

Konatsu’s story was mostly similar, with gender reversed.  The baby Elf was stolen by three extremely ugly and evil hags, after they murdered his parents.  The covent then used him as their personal slave, giving him all their menial tasks.  When old enough, they trained him as a spy and assassin, to help fulfilling any of their endless plots against the neighboring settlements.  They also raised him as a woman, learning him to dress alluringly, to sing and dance and play musical instruments, all of this in order to bait men (which the ugliness of the hags otherwise repelled).  Those men invariably ended in their cauldrons when they refused the lecherous advances of the old crone and her two horrid daughters.

These three malevolent monsters were later slaughtered by Ukyō’s first adventuring party, with the help of Konatsu who was fed up of their abuse.  That’s how the two met, Ukyō at first believing they had just enrolled a skilled female scout, with some magical talents on the side (secretly gleaned behind his former mistresses’ back).  Only later did she realize Konatsu was a man, and completely smitten by his “rescuer” to boot.

Their courtship had been rocky at first, Ukyō not too sure about her own leanings, and Konatsu hard to convince he was of the male persuasion.  But mutual feelings soon blossomed, and today neither regretted their choice.  They were ready to die as long as they were in each other’s arms... though they’d much prefer to survive and start a big family.