The Elven Border

Ages ago, the planet was laid to waste by an apocalyptic winter at the whim of two malevolent deities. Blizzards buried the land’s forests in snow up to the tallest trees. The freezing winds tore through mankind's feeble shelter and preserved their gray corpses in oceans of ice. Most of humanity holed up within their homes and meekly awaited death, holding their loved ones close as their warmth slowly suffused into the frigid air. But a convent of maidens in service to the Church saw the calamity for what it was; a test of the truly devout. With tomes held to their chests, they braved the world-devouring gale of ice and snow to delve deep into the northern forests towards the holy land.

The weather cleared as they trekked, which they all held as irrefutable proof of their mission’s virtue. After many days and nights walking under a starless sky, they found a great marble disk embedded into the earth; half a foot high and wide as the base of a mountain. This was a conduit to the Gods. They made their offerings and cast their prayers for the next three days, asking for mercy upon their heretical species. The deities responsible for the calamity welcomed their devotion with whimsical good nature, and determined humanity worthy of salvation. The howling winter ceased, clouds parted, and warm sunshine bled over the punished land. Though badly crippled, mankind was given the chance to rebuild.

For the maidens that had sacrificed and made the pilgrimage, their bodies ascended towards godhood. Wrapped in blinding boughs of light, they shed the mortality of humankind like molting snakeskin, gaining power, wisdom, and beauty beyond compare. Those touched by the Gods remained sequestered in the northern lands to live a life of paradise while the frostbitten dregs of humanity reanimated around them.

Till the end of time, their existence would remain separate from common humanity. Though, for one day of the year, the walled garden would open its gates and send a group of emissaries into the neighboring realm. This is the story of one such group and the 302nd Divine Exchange.

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Part 1: Warm Welcome

Redbark Mantle was one of the oldest human settlements. Its location in the fertile wilderness left them plentiful avenues to harvest from the surrounding forests and rivers. Generations of strong trade bolstered a bustling economy, and afforded them the means to build homes, taverns, and markets unlike anything outside the Capital.

Most impressive of their constructs was The Lodge, an assembly hall that could house the entire local populace if needed. The majority of its use defaulted to general assemblies or tedious town meetings, but today it hosted the most important event of the year. The Divine Exchange was taking place within the next hour. As a local holiday, every man of every craft had laid down their hammers, bows, pikes, and brushes to fill the The Lodge’s walls.

Joseph lowered his eyes and timidly pushed his way through the crowd. He thought himself to be early, but the venue was already bustling like the morning markets of a major city square. Everywhere he turned, men were shouting, drinking, and speculating about the events to come. Complimentary drinks and food (purchased directly from the farmers and hunters by the town treasury) were plentiful.

A good way further in, Joseph saw the betting booth– the source of most of the commotion. A knot of passionate gamblers waved their hands and shouted over one another to get their last minute wagers taken to paper.

“Two hundred gold pieces on Coco!”

“Fifty on Ina!”

One of the men elbowed Joseph’s arm as he passed. “You believe this idiot? Betting on Ina’s just throwing your money into the pisser!”

Joseph simply smiled and continued on his way. Those names meant nothing to him.

The surge of the crowd was closing in on him again and he did not wish to be stuck on his feet for the event. Every table and chair he could see was occupied. He began shouldering his way past a wall of town guards with booze-flushed cheeks and found, just a few feet in front of him, a little oasis amongst the tightly packed bodies. With a small grunt he finished squeezing through the mob and collapsed upon the sole empty stool.

“Not one for crowds, are you?” A bearded man in thick wraps of green and beige cloth addressed him from the other side of the small table. In his hand was a tall foamy tankard.

“It’s quite a change from the Meadows, yes.” Joseph smoothed his shirt and tried to look less out of place. “Are all town events over here this…raucous?”

“Nay, this one’s special.” He extended his hand. “Name’s Moer, for what it’s worth.”

Joseph shook his hand. It felt rough and solid like shaking hands with a statue. “Joseph.”

“So, a traveler from the west? This your first time at a visitation?”

Joseph nodded. “Indeed. I’m here on a woodworking apprenticeship. Honestly I wasn’t planning to attend– I came here to work after all– but my mentor’s in attendance as well. And, truth be told, the flyers caught my eye…” Joseph leaned in. “Surely that was just frivolous advertising? Why would the Elves come here of all places? No offense meant, sir.”

“Ha! They don’t teach you kids anything out west, do they?” Moer pointed to the stage. “Well, take a good look. Show’s about to begin, and they’ll do a better job of explaining than I would.”

The candles lighting the interior faltered, as though struck by a sudden breeze. A heavenly white spotlight shone down on the center of The Lodge and illuminated a long, empty table and bench. From within the pillar of light materialized a silver-haired Angel, fair of skin with a brilliant golden star pinned to her hair. She tapped the amplifying stone hung round her neck a few times with her finger. “Hello? Is this thing on? Can everyone hear me?”

“Aye!” The crowd said in unison, excitement rising.

The Angel, Kanata, weaved small semi-circles in the air to drive up the energy. “And are you all ready for today’s Divine Exchange?”

A roar from the crowd. Drinks were slammed against the table in a pounding rhythm. Joseph reflexively covered his ears.

“Then let’s get started! Today’s contest will bring together eight of our loveliest Elves in a fierce competition for the grand prize; an eternal Blessing of their choosing!” Kanata descended until her bare feet hovered inches over the wooden floorboards. “The rules are simple. Whoever drinks the most mugs within the time limit wins! Of course, throwing up, passing out, or leaving the table for any reason means you’re out.” She spread her arms wide. “I know you’re eager, so let’s welcome our contestants!”

Two processions of Elves came in from the rear doors, four members on each side. Their entrance was met with whistling, whooping cheers, and a bevy of raunchy cat calls. It was difficult for Joseph’s uninitiated eyes to fully appreciate so much heavenly beauty all at once, akin to taking in the majesty of the ocean when all you’d ever seen was puddles of rain. The Elves came in all different frames and proportions, but always exemplified one aesthetic ideal or another. Huge heaving breasts paired with thick thighs and fat, slappable asses. Others showed off slender arms, swan-like necks, and toned stomachs. Some were tall and elegant– others short, small, and unbearably cute. Beautiful eyes shone like polished gemstones. Their hair was as lustrous as the sun. True to every legend, one fleeting glance was all it took to understand the crushingly superior attractiveness of Elven kind.

When Joseph was ready to take another breath, he turned to Moer, whispering, “Look there, some of them have tails and horns! Are they all truly Elves?”

Moer shrugged. “‘Elf’ is just a convenient term. If you want to get down to it, there are all manner of subspecies in Eden. Dragons, wolfkin, succubi and the like. The main thing,” Moer tapped his ears, “is the pointy ears. Sign of godliness, that is.”

As the eight contestants took their seats, there seemed to be some trouble with the small one sporting comically large horns and purple robes. She was determined to wedge herself between two of the others.

“I don’t care what the placards say,” Laplus grumbled, “this seat is mine!”

Kanata sighed and drew in close to Laplus, shielding the stone from her voice. “Laplus, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I’m going to win, you know. It’s only right that I take a center seat to command the most attention while doing so.”

“Look, you really don’t want to be between these two during a drinking contest. Coco especially can get–”

Laplus crossed her arms, indignant. “I don’t care what they’re capable of, and it won’t matter. Either I take this seat or I walk!”

Thus Kanata relented and left Laplus to her fate. After the placards were adjusted to fit Laplus’ childish demands, their final positions were:

Flare – IRyS – Aki – Coco – Laplus – Lamy – Choco – Ina

“And now…” Kanata glided towards the front row of the crowd where the staging area sat. With one hand she easily hoisted a wide silver platter from the table; it was crowded with tall glass mugs overflowing with some curious white-ish substance. With the grace of a royal chef, Kanata placed a single mug in front of each of the eight contestants.

The Elves stared at the drink bestowed upon them with everything from excitement to fear to lust to nausea, depending on where you looked. Each mug was packed with thick, musky, off-white semen freshly drained and collected from the fat cocks of every man in town after abstaining for weeks (if not months) prior to their arrival. Depending on the mug, some of the unluckier girls were faced with loads that looked more solid than liquid. The strong smell wafting off the top made some of them turn away.

“…they don’t mean to drink that, do they?” Joseph asked, bewildered.

“They do indeed. It’s a tradition with hundreds of years behind it.” Moer took another drink of his beer. “The first Divine Exchange took place when this town was barely a cluster of sheepskin shacks.”

Joseph’s mind struggled to make sense of this debauchery. It went against all his (admittedly limited) teachings of the Elves from back home. “But they’re beings touched by the Gods. Why would they willingly consume our…seed?”

From the tone of Moer’s voice, he was quickly tiring of this freelance tutoring. He aimed to put his new acquaintance’s curiosity to rest. “Put it this way; for most of their lives, these perfect beings live in a paradise free from war, hunger, and death. Good deal, but there’s only so many days spent tending your sunflower garden in the benevolent light of the Gods before you start craving something a little more stimulating. Part of ‘em is still human after all, and all humans go stir crazy with too much routine. So they come down here once a year to get their fix.”

Joseph pondered on this. “Then this is…simply a way for them to unwind? Surely there would be less vulgar ways to-”

Moer grabbed Joseph by the collar. Alcohol was thick on his breath. “Look, kid, I’m not a God, nor do I speak for them. Maybe these girls view it as an innocent cultural exchange or maybe the properties of human jizz get their cunts gushing. All I know is that I didn’t trek five miles through the mountains to spend all day lecturing some Meadow’s boy on the finer points of Elven cum chugging. Now shut your trap and watch the show.”

And so they did.

“Then, is everyone ready?” Kanata turned to gauge the contestants. Coco, Lamy, Laplus, and Aki had their fingers drumming expectantly on the table’s edge. The other four seemed less enthusiastic.

“Go!”

Aki’s mug was already plastered to her lips and nearly upside down. With great long swallows she sucked down the first fifth of her extra large cum-clogged glass before the others had a chance to grab the handle.

“Whoa! Looks like Aki’s not here to play around,” Kanata said with astonishment. Most contestants try to pace themselves a little in the beginning but this Elf was going all in! “I’m sure whoever bet on her is feeling good about their chances right about now!”

Aki heard Kanata’s compliments and the swell of the crowd from behind her closed eyelids, but her focus was solely on the heavy sludge of cum sliding down her throat. It was…thicker than she anticipated (the townsfolk must have edged themselves even longer than previous years, she noted), but it was nothing she couldn’t manage. The key, in her experience, was to chug at such a speed that she could barely taste it. Human semen had a propensity for being unwelcome to the tongue– especially if you cultivated a palette attuned to ambrosia.

Coco whistled as she watched Aki drain the mug past the top third. “Damn, leave some for the rest of us! Are ya even breathing over there?” Coco was making fine progress on her own drink, though her approach was observably slower. One good swig, a smack of the lips to properly appreciate the flavor, then right back to it. Unlike most of the other contestants, Coco rather liked the taste. It was quaint, endearing even, that the best those little human ballsacks could muster was this comparatively weak spunk. Though this was only the first batch. Previous contests taught her that the volume could always pose a problem, even to her insatiable draconic stomach.

Two seats over, Lamy had taken her first testing sips (what most people would describe as egregious chugs) and turned up her nose. “Blegh. Human seed is so bitter.” She worked on downing her glass with the same tired energy of a long time alcoholic putting away another bottle. The taste was categorically awful compared to even her strongest spirits, but she didn't intend to back down now, especially when a Blessing was on the line.

Lamy’s appearance was somewhat of a curveball for the audience. The general populace’s image of her was that of a noble’s esteemed daughter, but her tired eyes and haggard expression gave the impression she was up all night drinking…which was exactly the truth. Getting a heavy buzz before sitting down and chugging cum served her well in the past, even though it did make things rougher on her stomach.

Then there was the pint-sized contestant with everything to prove: Laplus. She reached out her sleeve-covered arm to cleanly snatch her mug like the other girls, but it didn’t budge no matter how much she pulled. She recruited her other arm to the task. It was so damn heavy! How thick were these human’s loads that they could turn a simple drinking glass into something as dense and heavy as Wyvern Steel?

Come on, just a little more! Laplus hefted with all her might.

Finally it lifted off the table, though her arms were already feeling the strain. She titled the glass back and the first taste of her only sustenance for the rest of the day rushed against her lips. Her eyes went wide and her hands tensed. How did such a foul beverage bully its way into becoming a tradition for Elves? Nevertheless, she pressed on, taking it one meager sip at a time. Each swallow of cum was worse than the last and her tongue already felt like it was growing numb from the horrid salty bitterness. Only the promise of a Blessing and the power it could confer urged her forward– world domination started with a single glass.

Tragically, following a little extra bit of verticality, the thick mass of jizz shifted all at once and slid down the glass, pouring over Laplus’ shocked face. Her nose and mouth were caked with cum, and large globules of the runoff sat heavy and warm in her lap. She coughed, wiping at her mouth with the back of her sleeve.

Kanata quickly fetched a new mug. Spills were to be expected, though usually not in the first forty seconds. “Sorry, Laplus, but that one doesn’t count, you’ll have to start from zero,” she said, earning a pout from Laplus.

One member of the crowd dogpiled on her failure. “The small one doesn’t even know how to drink! Need a baby’s bottle for ya, lass?”

Laplus shook her fist in the direction of the mystery heckler. “This isn’t even ten percent of my true power! You’ll see!”

The audience laughed. All the determination in the world wouldn’t overcome her comparatively tiny stomach. At least she was trying, which couldn’t really be said for the other four. It was clear that the contestants fell into one of two camps; the four in the center who drank with impassioned gulps, and the four on the edges who nursed their drinks like they were trying to make them last until next week.

Ina was one of the latter. For her, the task seemed impossible. She hadn’t much of an appetite in general, even her daily meals were of smaller portions and spread largely throughout the day. But this…she weighed the mug in her hand like a lead brick, grimacing at the thought of all of that sloshing around inside her. Still, she wanted to give it an honest try, so she ventured a few sips. It stuck to her throat like a mouthful of molasses and her stomach turned. This was not going to be easy.

Many among the audience kept a special eye on Ina since this was her first Divine Exchange. Beneath her plain, honest demeanor as a soft-spoken artist, there lurked a certain edge. Some of her artworks that made their way down to human museums were intensely provocative in nature, leading critics to believe that she had more than proper proportions and linework on her mind when working on anatomy. Seeing a girl so ordinarily pure wearing cum-stained lips would be quite a sight.

Meanwhile, IRyS was unique among the contestants in that she looked plainly confused. She wasn’t clear on how they got here or what they were supposed to be doing, but after staring at her glass for a little over three minutes, she cleverly intuited her mission. “Ohhh, is this like a wine tasting thing?” she asked aloud. She thought back to her afternoon lunches in the pristine sweeping plains of Eden, the fanciful assortments of fine meats and cheeses paired with deep red wines that delighted the tongue with sweet and bitter tones. Wine was known for having such complex profiles, so this was likely more of the same, just from a human perspective.

The first sip gave her pause. IRyS scrunched up her face as she tried to parse what had assaulted her taste buds. Maybe the wine had gone bad? The consistency, too, was hard to place; sometimes like a milkshake, other times like a pudding or jelly. She determined it was too early to pass judgment and needed a bigger sample. IRyS exhaled, then took a huge gulp of smelly semen and kept it in her cheeks to better appreciate the texture atop her tongue. Large swathes of the crowd tuned in to watch IRyS work.

“Hold there, look at IRyS; she’s actually tasting it!” shouted someone from the back.

“Never seen that before. That slut’s savoring our wank like fine wine!”

IRyS audibly swished the thick load from cheek to cheek. It was like a heavy cream. She chewed it for a few seconds, inadvertently making direct eye contact with one of the men in the crowd all the while, then tilted her head back and swallowed. “Ah…!” she exhaled, and opened her mouth to show that all traces of that nasty mouthful of spunk had disappeared down her gullet, leaving only her pink, slimy tongue.

The crowd cheered and hollered. Whatever she was doing, IRyS thought, she was on the right track. Wanting to ride the momentum, IRyS took that opportunity to address The Lodge.

“Um, I still don’t really know what I’m doing here! But IRyS will do her best! Thank you so much everyone for coming!” The last word had way too much emphasis on it to be unintentional, yet IRyS genuinely had no idea of her double entendre. She happily guzzled another mouthful of semen and ran it through the same rigorous taste test– swishing and chewing with a serious, focused expression on her face like a professional food critic.

“How’sh thish?” IRyS opened up to display the fat load of wobbling jism flooding her mouth, then pulled it back and swallowed. A cute smile and wink sealed the deal. Once again the crowd went wild– humans are really passionate about wine!

IRyS turned to her right, her mouth half-full with gooey spunk. “How about you, Flare? What do you think?”

Flare said nothing. She glowered at the mug, untouched since she sat down, and clicked her teeth. The Divine Exchange had always seemed a farce; why in the Gods’ names would she travel to human lands to drink their disgusting ejaculate? Others had tried to explain it to her, the primal appeal of indulging in debauchery every now and then, but Flare refused their counsel. There was no meaning to this bodily defilement.

Her sharp red eyes flicked up to the crowd. They were a writhing mass of burly unclean creatures little more evolved than the Grey Boars that sometimes stalked their gardens back in Eden. Humans were all the same when you broke them down to their base desires– especially the males that needed only to eat and fuck until their pathetically short life spans expire. And these lesser beings were the ones she was meant to debase herself in front of? Ridiculous!

Kanata had floated over to Flare’s station. She didn’t like the look of Flare’s body language and hoped to placate any possible intrusions to the contest. “Um, Flare, I don’t want to rush you, but there is a time limit.”

Flare slammed the table with both hands and shot to her feet. The crowd went silent, the other girls turned to look, some with cum dribbling out of their pursed lips.

“I refuse.” Flare stated with unambiguous finality.

“F-Flare,” Kanata cut in, “you should know that being the first one out means-”

“I don’t care what it means!” Flare growled. She looked at the mindless droves of human onlookers. “Find your entertainment elsewhere, filthy pigs! I’ll not take one lick of your disgusting genetic waste!” With that, Flare turned to leave the way she came. The road back would be long on foot without the Angel’s escort, but it was worth it to imagine the humans’ frustration. Many had traveled far to see this event and would be left with one less Elf to spectate.

A metallic clink bound Flare’s hands together at her back.

She turned around, befuddled, at the golden manacles binding her wrists. “Eh? What’s the meaning of this?”

Kanata sighed. “The first one out has to service the crowd for the remainder of the Divine Exchange. You know, I’ve never seen someone drop out this early, so…good luck out there.” She grabbed Flare’s shoulder and started dragging her towards the crowd that was already parting to make way for their prize.

Flare writhed and drove her heels into the floor, trying to halt her advance. But Kanata could easily lift horses if needed, so one Elf was hardly a challenge. Further, Flare herself felt so weak; the shackles fitted to her must have been magic-dampening restraints, the very same used to punish criminals in Eden. Her eyes grew wide watching the hulking brutes she just insulted swarm around her, their smiles like slavering wolves happening upon a piece of tied up meat thrown to their den.

“Mind the One Rule, gentleman, Everything else is fair play in accordance with the Divine Exchange.” With that, Kanata was off to cover the contest, leaving Flare as the only Elf in a sea of humans.

“Not feeling like running your mouth now, eh?” A gigantic obelisk of a man dressed in smoke-smelling blacksmith’s gear walked up and grabbed Flare’s chin to force her gaze upwards. “I gotta say, it’s always been a humble dream o’ mine to have a prideful Elf clean my cock.”

Flare’s irises burned like hellfire. Though she was on her knees and without magic or strength, her fury ran no weaker. “Unhand me, oafish bastard! I’d sooner die than service your kind!”

The man reached down and unbuckled his pants, lugging out a fat slab of musky manmeat and hovering his fat cockhead in front of Flare’s nose. “Well, dyin’ ain’t an option today. So it looks like we’re doing this instead.”

Both heavily-calloused hands grasped the back of Flare’s head, one gripping firmly onto the base of her ponytail. “Open up now, can’t be wasting time with so many others waiting their turn.” He rubbed his pre-cum slathered dick across Flare’s plump lips, sometimes sliding upwards and poking her nose. The moment she opened her mouth to insult him, he plowed forward and speared the length of her tight virgin throat in one merciless thrust, bulging the walls of her esophagus like she was swallowing the handle of a claymore. Flare gagged, or at least tried to, but her throat was so stuffed with unwashed human dick that it could barely move. Tears welled in her eyes from both the pain of taking his length and the ungodly stench of his cock.

“Fuck me, you’re tight! Do all Dark Elves have a throatpussy like this?”

Flare pushed off his thighs and yanked herself free from his shaft, coughing and spitting up some of her saliva and a lot of his precum. “I’m not a Dark Elf! You ignorant humans never learned what -GLLRRMMPH”

The blacksmith wasn’t interested in her genealogy lesson and roughly thrust back inside, gouging out another helping of throatslop to run down her chin and onto her heavy, swinging chocolate tits. His comments were replaced with bestial grunts as he pumped into Flare’s unwilling throat like a common brothel whore. This was a godly woman who could command fire and fell villages, now struggling to breathe around a common human cock.

It didn’t take long to climax in such a tight, divine hole. The man crushed Flare's face into his mess of pubes and shot five thick, heavy, smelly loads straight into her stomach, feeling her gag and retch at every spurt. The most she could do was uselessly wiggle her torso and exhale through her nostrils while he finished draining his balls down her throat. Her ruby eyes stared up at him during the entire ejaculation, brow furrowed and full of unbridled hate. He pulled back just enough to unclog her throat while keeping his cockhead lodged firmly against her tongue to spurt out the last two loads, filling her cheeks to capacity with the worst taste she’d ever endured. She nearly hurled right there but didn’t dare give him the satisfaction of further humiliation.

He fully unsheathed his cock from her mouth, his brow slick from the exertion of facefucking her so violently. “By the Gods…best cum dump I’ve ever used.” He turned to the eager crowd that had been forming around him. “She’s all warmed up, men! First to make her puke gets five gold pieces from yours truly!”

They roared in excitement and fell upon her all at once, no order and reason required for this occasion. Some shoved their cocks straight into her cum-slick mouth and pumped like savages until she got another mouthful of nasty sperm. Others rubbed their greasy erections across her face, made her tongue-kiss their urethra, or enjoyed a thorough cleaning of their foreskins courtesy of her Elven tongue. A few particularly cruel individuals pressed their cocks to her nostrils before blasting her sinuses full of musky jizz, ensuring the only thing she’d be smelling till days end was the foul stink of their cum.

All this within the first five minutes of her resignation.

IRyS watched the utter sexual domination of her close friend with the same mild interest as watching an owl flit from one branch to another. “Good luck, Flare-san! Do your best out there!” IRyS called between swigs. She gave Flare a thumbs up and went back to her drink; there was still tasting to do, after all.

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The competition raged on following Flare’s absence. Aki hadn’t slowed down in her aggressive chugging in the slightest. Coco, Laplus, and Lamy were keeping a steady pace with one another and had moved to their second mug. Choco, IRyS, and Ina were lagging, but almost got their first mug down to half.

Testament to their efforts, the air around the center table was getting thick with the stench of Elven sweat. First were the pit stains that seeped all the way down to their waists, then the greater swaths of sweat collecting on their skin that made every part of their uniform clingy and see-through like they just swam ashore from a nearby river. Their faces were flushed red. Beads of sweat trailed down their perfect features and fell onto the table, or, (for those well enough endowed) atop their breasts to eventually slide down into their immense cleavage. For such a graceful, dignified race, they were sweating and stinking like barn animals.

“Hoo!” Coco exclaimed, gulping down another hearty mouthful of spunk. “This stuff really makes ya sweat, huh? I guess they’re not gonna want this bench back when we’re done with it.”

Lamy sloshed her mug and pointed. “It’sh not that bad... Jusht too many clothesh…” Lamy shrugged off her heavy winter coat. A hazy steam rose from her armpits the moment that constricting garment fell to the floor. The crowd gave a collective “Oooh”. Beneath Lamy’s coat was a sweaty, smelly, steaming paradise of bare armpits and tit flesh. This Snow Elf was stacked beyond belief, and the odor cultivated around her armpit and sideboob was likely the closest thing to heaven on earth. Lamy casually raised her armpits and wafted away the stink…right into Laplus’ face.

“Hey! Do you mind!” Laplus snarled and turned away.

With a bemused smile, Coco followed suit. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt to give these girls some space to breathe!” Her outfit already displayed an absurd amount of cleavage, but she undid the remaining three buttons of her blouse and let her gigantic dragon knockers hang free. Only a slipshod wrap of sarashi held back her humongous bare tits, and the fringes of her large pink areola peeked out from the top. Her sweaty, swaying cleavage was more than enough to swallow any man’s hand. She raised her arms to clink glasses with Lamy, leaving Laplus surrounded in a veritable sauna of the two crass busty gals’ pit stink.

The impulse to undress soon infected the rest of the table. Choco popped the final button burdened with holding up her fat tits and let them slap onto the table. Naturally, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her inverted nipples were on full display. “Ah, there we go,” she sighed. There was a huge strain on her back relieved now that she had a surface to rest those weighty pendulous breasts.

Choco turned to Ina who was still fully dressed. She was in danger of heat stroke if she spent the rest of the contest covered up like that, Choco decided. With a flick of her hand, Choco’s fingernails sliced through the lone thread holding Ina’s flimsy top together.

Ina gasped as the triangles that made up her top fluttered down and revealed her naked chest. Certain individuals among the crowd honed in on the exact same thought at the exact same time; she was fucking flat. Ina was far below a traditional A cup. You could build a house of cards on that chest and never worry about it falling over. You could rub your erect cock along her chest and feel only the hints of her ribs. Not even a modicum of elevation besmirched her perfect flatness. And despite her obvious embarrassment, Ina’s cute pink nipples were suspiciously hard.

“Ch-Choco-sensei, why did you-?” Ina raised her hands to cover herself, feeling dozens of eyes burning into her newly bared form.

“Mmm? What, did I do something weird?” Choco eyed Ina’s mug which was still mostly full. “Ah! I see you’re having trouble with that, too. Just leave it to sensei~.”

Choco took a drink from her own mug and, without swallowing, turned to Ina. Ina saw where this was going and tried to pull back, but there wasn’t enough bench left to retreat towards. Choco held Ina’s face with both hands and leaned in until their lips mashed together. Ina mewled as Choco’s tongue dove between her lips and wrestled with hers, forcing in a mouthful of warm salty cum. Their tongues danced while Choco sucked her face, sloppily swapping jizz and saliva like they had been lovers for decades.

Ina eyes rolled back into her head under such an uncompromising assault. She could taste Choco’s lips, her tongue, the warm gooey load traded between them. Her ears burned red. When Choco pulled back, still looking lovingly into Ina’s eyes, there was a long, thick string of drool connecting their lips. “Good girl! Let sensei know if you need any more help, okay?”

Ina nodded dumbly, still not all quite there.

Choco turned back to her own glass and frowned, finding it empty. While there were plenty of full, steaming mugs on the staging area, she had other ideas. She picked out a lone innocent soul from the crowd. His eyes suddenly glowed pink and, just like that, he was completely under Choco’s persuasion. He walked stiffly through the crowd, then up to the table.

Kanata recognized the signs of Choco’s magic and let him pass. The crowd bemoaned that lucky bastard as he stood next to Choco, his waist at her face level. He was a man of slight build with blonde hair and a smattering of freckles across his face. Those that employed him as a farmhand always teased his youthful appearance.

With a lazy smile, Choco quickly undid his buckle and tossed it aside. She brought his unimpressive erection to her lips, where she laid a wet kiss on his shaft.

You’ve been pent up, haven’t you?

The young man looked around confused. Her mouth wasn’t moving; it was like she was speaking from inside his head! “Y-yes, I suppose. My parents are of the old beliefs and said I shouldn’t pleasure myself anymore, lest the Gods find my actions unbecoming.”

That’s no good.” Choco opened her mouth and easily enveloped his cock to the base. The Gods can be as perverted as any human. It’s perfectly natural for growing boys to have those urges~.

Her dexterous demon tongue slathered his shaft in warm saliva, slurping and sucking like she was trying to suction the stagnant cum straight from his balls. The farmhand had never experienced a woman’s mouth, let alone one that was this skilled with her tongue, and her inescapable eye contact was the cherry on top. Such dedicated cock worship quickly led to an overload of sensation, and he unconsciously tried to pull his hips away. Choco’s luscious dick-sucking lips followed his retreat and she grasped his hips, ensuring he was locked in to her devilish blowjob until completion. Choco’s oral technique was sloppy and obscenely noisy, preferring to let everyone in the room know just how much pleasure she was imparting from her tongue. It never failed to bring even the mightiest of men to their knees.

He lasted barely a minute before his small sack tensed up and forced his meager load in her mouth. A real quickshot, but who wouldn’t be under the ministrations of a literal semen demon? Choco tasted the cum on her tongue– barely more than mouthful but it would do. His cute moans and expressions were the real meal anyway. Pulling off his flagging erection, Choco licked her lips and shoved him aside like an empty bottle of water. He stumbled away and promptly collapsed, a look of serene bliss on his face.

Meanwhile, Ina was still reacting to the succubus’ saliva. An overwhelming lust poured through her bloodstream and roused the eldritch being housed in her body. Awakened to their host's sudden sexual appetite, tentacles suddenly sprouted from a small dark portal above Ina’s back and struck out to snatch a cluster of mugs from the platter.

“Hey, wait!” Kanata yelled, trying to swat them away.

Ina, thoroughly flustered, tried to wrangle their movements but her command was temporarily seceded. Her tentacles were working with one goal in mind. Four of them wrapped around Ina’s arms and legs, then carried her high into the air. Ina tried to pull her limbs free to no avail. “Please don’t!” she cried. Undeterred, the tentacles spread her legs wide, snaked up her plump thighs, and tore off her panties, displaying her thick musky jungle of deep purple pubic hair to the world.

The crowd jeered. “Has that whore ever been near a razor blade?”

“We’d need a party of five men armed with machetes to even make a dent in that forest!”

“St-stop, don’t look..” Ina pleaded with tears in her eyes. But her body spoke otherwise; her nipples were firm nubs atop her chest, and her hairy cunt was dripping with arousal. An especially thick tentacle surged up from below and plowed straight into her snatch, visibly swelling her midsection where it pushed through. Two others followed and plugged the rest of her holes, causing Ina to throw her head back in pleasure. The tentacles worked into unison, pumping and thrusting Ina into a twitching, horny mess suspended ten feet in the air like an obscene art installation. Her squirting pussy juices and dislodged pubes rained down on the table as she moaned louder and louder, breathlessly begging them to go deeper.

The tentacles that had raided the staging area earlier held their bounty above the priestess. Three mugs of thick lumpy semen poured down onto Ina’s upturned face like a slow-moving waterfall. She swallowed what she could through pure instinct of self-preservation, but there was simply too much. Not even Aki or Lamy had a chance downing this much at once and Ina was half their size. She choked and upchucked a small fountain of jizz onto her own face like a drowned swimmer before passing out. The tentacles, now bereft of a conscious master, slowly withered and dropped Ina face first onto the table with a small thump.

Kanata swiftly flew over and made sure there wasn’t any broken glass to worry about. “There you have it! Ina’s out at 7th place!” The usual cheers and boo’s followed as certain bets had just fallen through the floor.

For Choco, the sight of Ina “sleeping” on the table beside her was as contagious as a lengthy yawn. Rubbing her eyes, Choco slumped forward and folded her arms under her head. Her enormous rack rounded out her makeshift bedding. “I’m gonna take a quick nap. You girls have fun…” Her eyes closed and a soft, cute snore left her mouth.

Twiddling her fingers, Kanata looked around. The audience wasn’t going to like this, but that did technically count as passing out. “And that’s…that’s Choco out at 6th place! Just like that, two more contestants are out of the race!”

More than half of the gamblers threw their hats and stomped the ground.

“For fuck’s sake, she’s a succubus! How did she not make it into the top half in a cum drinking contest!?”

Choco just smiled and dreamed. Walking through the eternal starry night of the dreamscape, she happened upon another young man settling down for the evening in his bedroom hundreds of miles away. Though the audience couldn't see, Choco’s mouth was moving once more, giving him a wet dream so intense the bed sheets would have to be wrung dry in the morning.

Coco slapped her thigh in amusement as Kanata’s announcements rolled out. “Whew, that’s one juggernaut down! We’d be in some real trouble if Choco got her beauty sleep last night.”

Laplus frowned. “Hey! Don’t forget about me!”

“Sure, you’re a real force of nature, too.“ Coco paused and rubbed her belly. There was a lot of cum sitting in her stomach and she needed to make room. Without fanfare, Coco leaned on her right buttcheek and let out an absolutely thunderous fart, slapping her huge asscheeks on the way out and vibrating the bench so hard that even IRyS on the far end could feel it.

“Ahhh…” Coco smiled and settled back down. She’d been holding that in since the second mug and she already felt lighter. Dragonkind were well known for their ferocious gas, both in stench and volume, though no one had expected such a release in public. The smell was bad enough to fell elephants, and Laplus was directly in the line of fire.

“Urgh! Coco, watch where you’re aiming that!” Laplus coughed from behind her oversized sleeve. “You’re not the only in the room!”

Coco was already raising her mug to her lips. “Hmm. You might want to bunker down, then, because these dragon guts are just getting started!”

“If you dare-”

Another wet bubbly blast sounded from behind. Seconds later a warm, rancid wind smacked into Laplus’ face. She spun around to see Lamy lazily hiking her leg with a tense look on her face.

“You, too?” Laplus accused, holding her nose. “Where’s your pride as Elven royalty?”

Lamy frowned and unleashed another meaty ripper that fluttered her pristine blue dress. It was quite the stark contrast to see such an elegant, beautiful woman lifting her leg and blasting nose-burning farts as casually as fixing her hair. Her bassy, bench-rattling flatulence carried the stench of beer and boiled eggs; a lethal combination by itself and the day’s cum-centric diet certainly wasn’t helping. The poor section of bench she sat upon was far beyond salvation.

So began another trial in Laplus' quest for first place. Not only did she have to contend with the taste and volume of these damnable mugs of semen, but now she had to endure being in the reeking crossfire of these bodacious gaseous drunkards! Just one whiff of their combined gas sent her head spinning and, from the looks of their bloated gurgling stomachs, the worst was yet to come. She would have plugged her nose but that was the only way to breathe while chugging the loathsome human loads.

The far ends of the table were thankfully spared from Coco and Lamy’s gas, leaving IRyS to focus on her “wine-tasting”. The appeal of her drink’s flavor hadn’t revealed itself no matter how much she flexed her brain or adjusted her expectations. And there was that curious speed to which everyone else was downing their glasses, almost like the taste wasn’t actually important.

In her periphery, IRyS could still hear her dark-skinned friend choking and gagging on cock while getting passed from one man to another like a living sex toy, but her more pressing problem was the grumbling in her Nephilim stomach.

Ooouurpp! IRyS covered her mouth and excused her sudden belch. That had been happening much more frequently now that she was on her second mug. Embarrassing as it was, it helped a lot with relieving the pressure in her gut. Another loud burp followed, and the discomfort in her stomach spiked to new heights. IRyS doubled over and clutched her tummy, eyes darting around the venue. She remembered seeing restrooms on her way in, shoved away in the back corners somewhere. Without much thought, IRyS suddenly leapt to her feet.

“Sorry, everyone. I forgot that I had a…uh…an emergency meeting that I have to go to!” IRyS sprinted off in front of the crowd, her tiny skirt much too short to cover her cheeks and thus giving everyone a good view of her plump jiggling backside as she raced for the restroom. Once inside, she barged into the closest stall, yanked down her sweat-soaked thong, and slammed her ass down on the toilet.

The aftermath of IRyS’ “emergency meeting” would eventually be passed down across generations with the same fearful reverence as the cataclysmic eruption of the Three Island volcanoes, or the great Morriden earthquake that leveled an entire city. Those closest to IRyS at the time described the sound of her toilet-centric destruction like mudslides careening down a rain-slick mountain, or large rocks being thrown into a swampy marsh.

Kanata rubbed her temples. “Aaand that’s the end of IRyS’ run, everybody! IRyS is out at 5th place!” The contestants were dropping by the wayside much quicker than she anticipated, though the top four weren’t too surprising. Now, with the chaff finely separated, the contest could truly begin.

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Part 2: Showdown

“With that, we are down to the final four!" Kanata said. "Can we give a big round of applause to everyone that made it this far?” The crowd reacted immediately. There were whoops and shouts of encouragement, many calling out their favorites by name.

Kanata glided over to Laplus, who looked worse for wear after dealing with the various odors of Coco and Lamy. “Laplus, a lot of people counted you out from the start. How did you manage to get this far?”

After wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve, Laplus thrust out her mug. She was looking kind of tipsy. “It’s not about the size of your stomach or the size of your boobs...it’s about your ambition!” She turned towards the greater crowd and raised her voice. “I’ll say it again; first place is mine! By tomorrow night, you all will be subjects of Laplus Dear Highest Death Thirteen Dyna Art Of Impact Sign Emperor Lord Of The Darkness-sama!”

The Angel nodded sagely, tuning out most of that sentence. “Strong words from the competition! Let’s see how she does, folks!”

Eager to get away from the smell, Kanata flew back to her usual area ten feet above the center of the crowd. A few onlookers took the time to look up her skirt at her pudgy angel ass and white-and-blue striped panties. So far everything was running moderately smoothly–no one had even thrown up yet, which would be a first. She turned her eyes to the sloppy smacking noises in the far corner beyond the lights of the stage. Somehow she’d forgotten about the plight of the contest’s first loser.

Flare was having a rough time.

She had been manhandled into a new position better befitting her role as a communal cum toilet. Wrists still bound with the magic manacles, she was set on her back, head hanging over the edge of a table. Her human-hating glare was barely readable under the thick, slimy mask of both fresh and drying jizz caked onto her face like melted wax. The off-white globules of lumpy semen contrasted brilliantly with her caramel complexion, though soon even the color of her skin would be a mystery, at least from the neck up. The line to use her mouth was dizzyingly long; it wound back over itself multiple times and almost reached the entrance.

A musclebound sellsword just finished inside Flare’s gullet with a terse grunt, making that the seventieth human load milked by her bruised, unwilling throat. As he pulled out, a torrent of stinking cum gushed past her lips, ran down her face, and splattered to the floor amongst a wider puddle of everything else she couldn’t keep down.

“Gods, what good is a cum dump that can’t even swallow properly?”

“Lay off, her puny Elf stomach’s just full is all,” offered one of the men behind him. True enough, Flare did look nine months pregnant with how cum-swollen her sloshing belly had gotten. She could likely live off their nutrients for the rest of the week.

Another hulking man pushed through the mob, claiming his place as next in line to no objections. He’d waited long enough. He sported a large beer belly and missing teeth. “We don’t have to go so rough, lass. A simple ‘Sorry, sirs, I didn't mean all those nasty words!!’ would make all the difference to simple honest humans like us.”

Flare replied with nothing by her furious scowl. Talking with a sore throat was painful.

The man leaned down. “Y’know, my family was out gathering kindle during your little “fire show” two years back. Barely got ‘em to safety before they were swept up in the flames like the rest of the forest.”

Flare showed a bit of recognition. That was during a routine exercise to bolster her abilities with flame magic. A spell had gone awry and spread to human territory. A bitter resentment bubbled up within Flare and she found the motivation to respond. “Sorry to hear that. I’ll try harder next time.”

“Hah! Still got a tongue on ya, knife-eared slut?” He lined himself up with Flare’s mouth. “Let’s put it to work then!”

The deepthroating that followed was brutal and dehumanizing. There was no rest, no finesse, just ruthless animalistic thrusting down her cum-clogged throat while his strong hands gripped her neck and tried to crush her windpipe. Long drooping strings of thickening jizz bridged between her lips and the base of his shaft on the backswing. Each clap of his heavy sweaty nutsack against Flare’s face splattered her clumpy mask of cum to pieces and bruised her eye sockets. It was minutes of pure, sexual domination with only her choking gasps for oxygen as a sign that Flare was even alive.

His violent ejaculation bulged her throat and splashed into the overfull bloat of her stomach, immediately rushing back out to clog her nose and spill to the floor. “Not even a worthy cock sleeve now.” He spat on her face as he pulled up his pants and disappeared back into the crowd. Another man walked up with his trousers already down to his ankles and sheathed himself in her throat before she had time to curse his name.

While the marathon mouth rape of the proud Shiranui Flare continued, the rest of the crowd watched the final four contend with their endgame struggles. All of them had slowed down to some degree now that there were significant pounds of cum weighing them down. Coco casually spread her legs wide to accommodate for the extra girth of her swollen stomach hanging over her skirt (letting everyone in the audience know she had decided not to wear panties for this event). Lamy and Aki were dripping in sweat, and the shameless burps erupting from their mouths every few minutes suggested a lot of internal duress.

Yet, for Laplus, victory had never felt closer. She was starting to gain on the leaders of the pack and the fullness of her stomach didn’t bother her nearly as much as the other contestants. Pride swelled within her tiny chest. She wanted to cement her legendary comeback with a show of force, something to remind the audience of their place beneath her. Laplus thought back to Choco, how the succubus had snatched up a member of the audience, milked him dry, then simply threw him away. Now that was a display of power!

“Oi!” Laplus shouted across The Lodge. “As you can see, I’m mere moments away from taking the crown. I’d like the buffoon who insulted me earlier to come up and try to survive my mouth. If you’ve the guts to show yourself, that is.”

The floor creaked as a middle-aged heavy-set merchant bumbled through the crowd and approached the table. He waddled around to where Laplus sat, seemingly already out of breath. Small spectacles sat upon the bridge of his nose, looking comically undersized on his fat face. His wide shadow easily swallowed Laplus' petite frame.

Laplus swiveled in her seat until she was facing him. Or more accurately, facing his crotch. “W-well, looks like you have some courage after all. Now, prepare for the humiliation of losing to my godly ministrations!” She didn’t have an exact approach in mind, but surely this loser would be a quickshot pushover like the other lad Choco devoured.

Hands slightly trembling, Laplus undid his pants and freed his cock. His member wasn’t very long, but was plenty girthy with a good amount of foreskin. No way that was going to fit in her little mouth. “For someone like you, a five second handjob would be more than sufficient. Or maybe all I need to do is blow across your shaft?” Laplus teased, pumping her small hand across the slick surface of his cock.

The merchant felt his blood pressure rise. “Damn brat…” he muttered under his breath. The bite-sized tyrant taunting him barely reached his navel. What power did she think she held here? His eyes settled on her horns– a convenient set of natural handlebars. While she yammered on about her limitless power and the new world she’d create, he gripped her horns and rudely shoved his fat, uncut cock down her tiny throat, cutting off her insipid monologue mid-syllable. It was an extremely tight fit, so much so that his foreskin was peeled back on the way in, but he didn’t mind. Once hilted, he simply held her there and waited, passively enjoying the warmth and tightness of her throat. Laplus exclaimed in confusion, then started beating on his thighs with her hands. Her puny fists barely ruffled his pant leg.

The onlookers witnessed this with a sort of collective pity. The supposed all-powerful Lord Darkness was being choked out by a commoner's cock…and he wasn’t even moving. He need only keep the faintest grip on her horns to render her completely mute and immobile.

After nearly a minute of gagging and suffocating on human dick, Laplus’ teary eyes rolled back and her limbs fell limp to her side. Spittle slipped out from the tight seal of her lips around his shaft as she blacked out. Only then did the man start thrusting, using her unconscious body as an onahole. She was incredibly light, so it was easy to move her as he pleased and find the best positions for squeezing his hog. It wasn’t long before he tensed up and filled her mouth to capacity with his worthless, foul-tasting load; the very first thing she’d taste upon waking up. Sneering, he let go of her horns and pulled her lips off his cock.

Laplus collapsed face-first to the floor. For good measure, the merchant stomped on her head and ground her face into the puddle of cum and spit that had formed during their one-sided battle. He waddled back into the crowd, a lesson well taught.

“Laplus goes out at fourth place!” Kanata shouted. “A good run, but her pride got the best of her at the end!”

Now there were three. And at this point in the contest they were far from the composed dignitaries humans associated with Elven kind. Their hair was messy and matted to their slick foreheads. What little clothing they wore was soaked with sweat, disheveled and hanging around their shoulders and waists like they were halfway through a striptease. Splotches of drying cum smothered their lips, chin, and breasts. Anyone stepping in The Lodge at this moment would assume these were high-class prostitutes in the middle of their shift.

The current crowd favorite, Aki, raised her mostly empty mug to toast the heavens. All she could taste was semen, the squid-like smell burned into her nostrils. How many loads had she swallowed since sitting down? Hundreds? It mattered not; as long as there were others at the table, she would continue to drink.

A funny idea crossed her cum-drunk mind. Though Aki knew the danger of pulling stunts this late into the contest, she couldn’t resist teasing and riling up the crowd. She climbed atop the table with surprising grace, showing off a midriff that miraculously held most of its toned form despite chugging so much semen. Her bare feet began moving to a silent beat and soon the rest of her body was carried into a salacious belly dance. Her extra wide hips rolled and flowed like water. This routine was one she’d performed hundreds of times, usually at only the most prestigious of Eden’s ceremonies, but today it felt right to have simple human eyes experience its wonder. The crowd stood hypnotized as the dancer without equal on either side of the border made The Lodge her personal theater. Aki was well known as one of the older contestants, but her movements certainly didn’t betray that.

Then Aki turned around and all hell broke loose. The audience went feral at the reveal of that big, juicy Elf ass swaying beneath the fluttering pleats of her skirt. Her bouncy cheeks were practically spilling out of a pair of mint green panties that looked way too risque for a woman of her age. Watching Aki’s hips rock from side to side, (propped up by thick, honed dancer’s legs that moved gracefully from one pose to another) was a spiritual experience. All one could think about when watching her move was how intense she would be in bed, how dangerous her very existence was to any married man in the room. Kanata had to bludgeon a few overeager viewers who had lost themselves to their lust and tried to bum-rush the stage.

Aki could feel the wanting, perverted stares molesting her ass and thighs. This was unlike anything back in Eden. There were no nobles appreciating her dance purely as a display of culture, no passive engagement while they ate their meals. Here, she was a queen, and men of all ages were seconds away from beating their meat to her delicious Elf ass. She would claim their hearts, their desires, and the Blessing. Nothing would-

She froze. Her stomach lurched like a boat over a swelling tide. The mug fell from her hand and clattered to the table. She had about three seconds to recognize what her stomach was trying to tell her. Facing away from the crowd with her hands on her knees, Aki Rosenthal bent over (giving the crowd an unprecedented, dick-teasing upskirt shot that showed the peachy roundness of her ass) and hurled a thick torrent of cum onto the table. Her panties were not quite up to the task of covering her unkempt snatch and allowed plenty of thick blonde pubes to peek out from the fringes. Aki’s head dipped and she threw up a second time, cum splattering between her bare feet. Many of the audience had to confront the uncomfortable question of why listening to her retch was a turn on.

Wearily, Aki wiped her mouth and climbed down, deciding to lay down on the bench for the remainder of the contest. Looking back on it, she thought, it wasn’t wise to move so much on a full stomach.

“Another one down!” Kanata announced. “Aki Rosenthal hurls herself into third place!” They were in the thick of it now. Two contestants left and neither seemed ready to give up.

“And how do you feel now that you’re in the grand finals?” Kanata asked Coco, holding the amplifying stone to her face.

“I feel like I need a shower and a-,” Coco belched right into the stone, the raunchy expulsion soundly overpowering the din of the crowd and reverberating for a full three seconds “-and a few jugs of water.” Coco shouted into the crowd. “Hey, motherfuckers! Who thinks Coco has what it takes to win this thing?”

The Lodge cheered and hollered– apparently there were plenty of fans in attendance. “C’mon, you orange bitch! You can do it!” shouted someone from the back.

Kanata flew over to get a brief word from Lamy as well. “Many had you pinned as the one to win it all, how are you feeling about your chances now that your final opponent is Coco?”

Tired yellow eyes glinted from beneath the veil of Lamy’s bangs. She lurched towards the stone and grabbed it with her clumsy hands like a dog trying to use a doorknob. After so much drinking, it was unclear if Lamy even knew where she was anymore. “I wash always gonna win… Who wantsh to challenge me? Huh..? Don’t…I don’t care if they’re a dragon…I’ll win!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Coco said. A fire was burning in her chest. Lamy was a worthy foe, and the only one who’s ever kept pace with her during those long lazy summer nights of drinking sake back in Eden. ”Then what do you say we finish this right here, right now?” Coco stood up, leaving behind a damp, sweaty imprint of her gigantic bare asscheeks on the bench. She clutched the gleaming jeweled pendant at the front of her chest. With one swift motion she ripped off her top, blouse and all, revealing a well-muscled back spanned with a beautifully intricate dragon tattoo. Her enormous sarashi-bound rack bounced and swayed, but held strong.

“Hic Alright, then…you wanna do thish?” Lamy got to her feet, swaying like a zombie, then tore off her top as well, leaving her massive jugs constrained only by a sheer white brasserie that must have had underwiring forged from a forge of the Gods. Her erect nipples pushed out at the material like smuggled thimbles. Along her bare sweaty back was a brilliant blue and red tattoo of a leaping koi fish framed by ripples of crystal water.

After a momentary stare-down, they stepped forward, hooked arms and held their mugs over their mouths.

“Just like this. No one backs down until their glass is empty,” Coco said. Her eyes were gleaming with fervor.

“‘Kay…” Lamy slurred. “Letsh go!”

They raised their glasses– one immovable object to another– and tilted the bottoms up.

All those sitting in the crowd jumped to their feet, chanting along with every gulp that bobbed the finalists' throats. Chug! Chug! Chug! Thin streams of cum poured down both of their chins as the mugs went completely vertical, the audience far beyond caring about any wasted drink. Coco’s confidence faltered as she felt her belly bloating and groaning. She must have downed the ejaculate from half of the town by this point! Lamy could feel the pressure as well, like every past drink was exuding their vengeance and rising at the back of her throat. Her vision doubled and swayed, like watching the world rock on an enormous boat through a smudgy filter. Somewhere in her drunken headspace, she felt with sobering clarity that this was the first drinking contest she’d have to concede.

The remaining gamblers clutched their tickets tight in their clammy fists, eyes trained to the mouths of the women downing cum like water. For some, the outcome of the next few minutes had hundreds of gold pieces and months of salary on the line. Even the man balls-deep in Flare’s throat momentarily stopped his reckless thrusting to witness the spectacle on center stage (leaving Flare gagging and sputtering around his shaft for oxygen).

Lamy faltered, feeling her bile rise like a geyser, then gulped down the rest of the batch with stern determination. A three second long belch vibrated the air between them and bathed Coco’s face. Coco finished her burden as well and slammed the mug down hard enough to send a spider web of thin cracks through the base.

The crowd gasped. For the first time since the doors were unlocked, not a sound traveled through The Lodge’s walls.

“So this is a Snow Elf, huh?” Coco said, her voice faltering. “Not...bad…” Coco managed one shaky step forward, then stopped, passing out where she stood. Even unconscious, a proud smile remained on her lips.

It took Lamy a moment to register her victory, as it did for the rest of The Lodge. It was up to Kanata to break the silence. Reaching into her back pocket, Kanata hastily pulled out a party popper and yanked, a flash of gunsmoke and thousands of multi-colored confetti rained down from overhead.

“That’s it! Gentlemen, we have your winner of the 302nd Divine Exchange! The Snow Elf that kept her cool in front of the dragon’s flames, the princess with a liver of legend: Lamy Yukihana~!”

The crowd’s roar carried across the mountains. Tables were flipped, plates were smashed, and drinks were spilled in a whirlwind of unrestrained celebration. Money was already being counted at the betting booth by the ecstatic winners while the rest were tearing up their tickets and swearing at the sky. Amidst the din of celebration, Kanata swooped beside Lamy and offered the stone. “So! Miss Champion of the day– what do you want with your winnings?”

Lamy swayed on her feet. She looked three seconds from face-planting on the floor. In her mind, she considered all the miracles and luxuries a Blessing could bestow her already charmed life. But her time spent chugging cum had heated her to the core and awakened a slew of long-withheld desires. She thought of Flare and the treatment she’d been receiving all the while; the rough handling by dozens of strangers, her function reduced to a cum dumpster with no words exchanged, only fluids and fists.

“You!” Lamy pointed to the crowd as a whole. “Shomeone…shtep up…” She turned around and bent at the waist, elbows propped on the table. One hand flipped up her skirt while the other beckoned. The crowd took in a collective breath.

Lamy, the adorable royal Elf with her own castle and hundreds of high society connections, was bent over a sticky cum-stained table and exposing her intimacy to a rowdy crowd of bleary-eyed drunks. With her skirt hiked up, everyone could see what she had been packing under that dress all this time; by the Gods, that ass was fat. Unlike the tastefully balanced musculature of Aki or the pert roundness of IRyS, Lamy had a good old fashioned dumptruck ass, plumped up by countless lazy days in the manor and way too many servings of fatty foods and alcohol when the sun went down. Her fat sweaty buttcheeks were white as driven snow and jiggled profusely as she teased them apart, showing off her tight pink untouched Elven butthole.

Somehow a voice of reason pierced the mass horny hysteria that had manifested. “Hold then! What of the One Rule?”

Kanata mused on this. “Well…using the “backdoor” has always been a gray area… Since she’s specifically asking for it, it should be fine. But there’s still a chance you’ll be struck down by the Gods the moment you try. So think long and hard if your life is worth a shot at Lamy’s asshole.”

Waves of suitors tripped over themselves as they rushed towards Lamy’s defenseless backside. The first man to arrive quickly dropped his pants and, with his cock in hand, guided himself between her asscheeks. He thought himself reasonably well endowed but Lamy’s enormous buttocks had completely swallowed him! He cupped both of her cheeks in reverence, fingers sinking deep into her doughy flesh and spread them apart himself so he could go deeper. His cockhead kissed her asshole, slathering a heaping of precum as the only lube she’d be receiving.

“Ahhnn…” Lamy moaned, sounding incredibly girly for how drunkenly crass she’d been acting all night. She pushed her hips back and urged him forward.

His biological imperative left no time for further foreplay. Holding tight to those wide hips, he reamed that fat Elven ass like she was the last breedable woman on earth. The heavenly tightness of her anus squeezed his shaft on each cheek-smacking thrust and, in that moment, no power of Earth or Heaven would have been able to pull him out of that perfect, greedy, cock-devouring asshole. Every pounding thrust clapped her meaty backside and sent ripples up her cheeks, pushing her and the table across the floor while she moaned in shameless pleasure. When he finally came, flooding the depths of her royal colon with a torrent of warm peasant jizz, his vision briefly whited out and he swore he could see the face of God.

The sweaty bare-backed train ran on Lamy’s asshole stretched long into the setting sun. Every man howled like an animal in heat when plowing her anus, some finishing only seconds before fully passing out from dehydration. Those that didn’t have the length to make it past all that rumpmeat settled for the best assjob of their lives; her fatty cheeks hotdogged their meager cocks until they fired slimy salvos of cum over her back and painted her tattoo white. They slapped and spanked her meaty buttocks until her pale skin was sparked red and pink with hand marks of all sizes.

When the last user pulled back, balls completely spent and aching like everyone else in attendance, Lamy’s tight, formerly virgin asshole was overstuffed with gooey loads from dozens of different cocks. “‘Kay...thanksh for your help…” Lamy slurred. She straightened up from the table and wandered amidst a battlefield of felled, drained men.

Lamy felt her insides rumble and clutched her sloshing stomach. Being so completely stuffed with cum from both sides, she needed to unload. The restroom IRyS had recently destroyed was understandably out of commission. Lamy turned to the far corner where Flare was left laying on the floor in an inch-deep puddle of cum, sweat, and her own angry tears.

Lamy grumbled a half-hearted apology as she stumbled over and squatted over Flare, unceremoniously dropping her fat white ass right on her barely cognizant face. Flare shot awake and tried to scream, but her mouth was about to be very occupied.

Leaning forward on her knees, arms crossed in front of her, a very drunk Lamy grimaced and unloaded a spluttering torrent of densely-packed anal creampies right down Flare’s throat, filling the unluckiest Elf in the world way past capacity with yet another enormous unwanted load of musky human cum; this time straight from the sweaty, well-fucked asshole of her uncaring friend. The remaining patrons winced at this sadistic display of debauchery, watching Flare flail her arms and try to shove Lamy’s gigantic wobbling ass off her face. Lamy either didn’t care or didn’t notice. She grit her teeth and pushed out another sloppy load. The obscene sounds of Lamy voiding her bowels of thickened cum faded into Flare’s resigned, muffled whimpering and a long series of pained swallows.

Lamy sat upon Flare's face as her throne for another couple of minutes until she was completely empty. Flare spent the entire time under there praying she would pass out and be spared such an extreme humiliation, but she was granted no such mercy. Feeling much lighter, Lamy sighed and stood up, the bottom of her ass caked with layers of semen and sweat from Flare’s face. She hiccuped and stumbled towards the door, back towards Eden. Kanata went about gathering up the contestants for the return trip.

“Thanks for coming, everyone!” Kanata said on the way out. On her back was a stack of the seven Elves unable to move by their own volition “Until next year!”

The backdoors swung shut. The crowd, hoarse in voice from shouting, sore from standing, and completely drained in every sense of the word, shuffled outside like poorly animated corpses. Joseph stood up from his chair and realized he hadn’t moved since the show began.

“Incredible” he managed at last. “And this happens every year?”

Moer stood up and rolled his shoulders. Sitting in one place for so long was never great for his back. “Yep. On the day. You picked a hell of a first time. It’s not usually so gratuitous.”

Joseph went back to his temporary lodgings and stared at the ceiling, recalling all the ridiculous scenes of the night. As he fell asleep he considered that this town was a fiercely unique clashing of cultures unseen anywhere else in the known world. A place where the divine and the riffraff could mingle under the same roof. Though his apprenticeship ended in the next four months, he decided that night that he would appeal for an extension, and stay another year or two at the Elven border.