This story is for all of you guys out there who need something to fantasize about...but if you haven't the previous stories and you continue reading this one, you have a .073% chance of contracting a sexually transmitted disease.
Morpheus's Story
Well, I had just escaped death after
nearly falling from a bridge after a failed attempt to murder Girdle. I
looked around, the rest of the group was gone, I guess that they had
decided to continue into the desert without me. I followed the path from
the bridge for a couple hours, then I came to a signpost.
The signpost read,
"< Woods of the Wicked
Desert of the Desolate >"
I decided to travel to the left, into the Woods of the Wicked.
Moments later I was deep within a dark spooky forest. All around I could
hear the screams of various strange forest-dwelling creatures. The trees
around me seemed to be closing in as the cries of nearby wolves got
louder. I crouched to the ground and pushed onward.
The sun was setting to the west when I decided to sit on a rock and
take a quick break. I plucked some purple berries off of a small bush and
ate them, they were delicious. Then I decided that I should waste no time
so I rose from the rock and returned into the forest. I saw a bright
clearing in the distance. I continued on.
Slowly the dense trees were spreading out, and then they just
dissapeared, I was in an open space in the middle of the woods. There in
that clearing there was a large bed covered in rose petals. There on the
bed was Anilla, completely nude. She beckoned me closer, I obeyed her
quickly and sprinted to the edge of her forest bed.
"Morpheus," she told me as she took my hand in hers, "I
have been out in the forest for hours now and I am very lonely," she
pulled my head to her soft bosom, "Will you please keep me company?"
I was so shocked that my only response was to jump onto the bed and
make a bunch of spastic sexual motions. She giggled, which turned me on
even more.
"Morpheus," she said, "Ever since I saw you, I always
knew that you would be the only man who could please me."
My only reply now was to take off my pants and make more sexual
gestures. She giggled again.
"I think that the best type of men are the short pudgy ones who
can make girls giggle," she confessed.
I could only nod my head in agreement, and then make even more
obscene sexual gestures.
"Okay, hottie," she whispered, "I've made you wait
long enough, now it's time for the fun part." She grabbed my hand and
placed it on her thigh, then she looked over at me and smiled sweetly, "You
on top? Or me on top?"
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I must apologize, but the previous 4 paragraphs of the story had to be censored, because the author of these stories is a horny perverted teenager who can not think of a stylistic or artistic way to describe sex with a hot big breasted chick. BREASTS RULE! -Author
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It was great!
I looked over and there was Anilla next to me, smiling, breathing
heavily. "That was unexpectedly good!" she exhaled.
"Unexpectedly?!" I questioned.
"Yeah," she explained, "It's difficult to expect much from a two foot tall pudgy guy."
"Pudgy!?" I asked in shock, "If you hadn't just slept with me, I would punch you."
She started laughing, and then I started laughing, and then she kissed me passionately, and then I woke up...
There I was, sleeping on a piece of warm stone, under a fur blanket, in some kind of cave. It had all been a dream. I looked to the side, just to see if Anilla was there. In her place was a monstrous female half-orc who was staring at me lovingly.
"Was your night as good as mine?" She said in her gravelly half-orc voice.
At this point I jumped up and ran out of the cave screaming every possible obscenity known to man. I ran and ran and ran, all through the morning, and then I saw Stumpy, Frostee, Girdle, and Anilla sitting on a rock in the middle of some rolling hills, and I stopped.
All this time though, I've been wondering exactly how a two-foot tall halfling could possibly please a seven foot tall half-orc, and I still can't figure it out.