Seeing this man in poor shape, we decided to go and help him.
"He was poisoned by a mushroom. It's the only poison in the cave to my knowledge," explained Élise as she knelt down to examine the man, her face etched with serious concern. His pupils were dilated, and purplish spots were beginning to appear on his skin.
"Yes, I've been... poisoned by the... mushroom," he managed to articulate between two fits of coughing, his voice barely a whisper.
"How do we save him? We don't have an antidote potion and the town is too far away to take him back."
"Can I speak with you alone, Mark?" asked Élise, her complexion scarlet and her eyes darting away.
"Yes, I'm coming. We'll be right back, don't move."
"It's not like I can move," the adventurer replied in a weak, bitter voice.
I moved away from the adventurer with Élise, our footsteps hurried in the dampness of the cave, until I was sure we were out of earshot.
"There's a way to save him... I can perform the priestesses of love's antidote spell," she began, her voice almost a whisper, her cheeks still just as scarlet.
"Mr. Adventurer, ahem, ahem...!" Before I could finish my sentence, Élise placed her cool, slightly clammy hand over my mouth, preventing me from shouting. Her eyes, usually so lively, were filled with deep embarrassment, almost shame.
"Wait, do you remember? To perform this spell, I have to suck his dick," she told me, embarrassed but with a dark look.
"Ah! I had forgotten! What should we do? I had completely forgotten that Élise had an antidote spell, much less its method. What to do? We have to save this adventurer's life, but seeing her suck another man's dick... I don't know if I'm ready to see that. My mind was reeling, a mix of disgust and duty. This man's life hung by a thread, and the only way to save him..."
"Do it, Élise," I finally said, my voice barely a whisper, choked. "Do what you have to do."
"Yes, Master, but never forget that you are the person I love most in the world. Nothing and no one can ever replace you. Even if I do intimate things with others, it is you I love with all my heart, you alone. I'll do anything for you," she told me, her eyes fixed on mine.
Then, without further delay, she threw herself on me, kissing me with a burning fervor. Our lips crushed against each other, our saliva mingling in a whirlwind. When we separated, out of breath, a long, shiny, warm string of drool stretched the link between our mouths, refusing to break contact.
"I will always love you, even if you have to make love to other men," I whispered, my voice hoarse from emotion and the kiss. "Because I know I'll be the only one in your heart." My conviction was unshakeable, and my cheeks, though burning, reflected the sincerity of my words.
We headed towards the adventurer.
"So, what are you going to do?" the adventurer asked us with a worried look.
"We're going to heal you. My wife is a priestess of love and she knows the antidote spell, but to use it, she has to suck you. It's a peculiarity of the priestesses of love," I explained to him, my cheeks scarlet with embarrassment.
"Yes, do it! I don't have much time left," he replied, not really grasping the full extent of the situation, perhaps because his mind was clouded by the poison, on the verge of falling unconscious.
Élise gently moved closer to him, her face, usually so calm, turned scarlet, but her eyes, however, shone with a strange determination. Without another word, she undid his belt, lowered his pants, then with a fluid motion removed his boxer shorts. The adventurer's penis appeared, imposing even at rest, a thick, long cylinder that seemed to have known better days. A thin layer of smegma, a white, waxy deposit, stained the glans, proof that hygiene was not his priority in the depths of the cave. A pungent odor, a mixture of stale sweat and dried urine, emanated from the whole thing, but Élise didn't flinch. On the contrary, an almost wild gleam crossed her eyes.
"First, we have to clean all this," she murmured, her voice strangely hoarse, almost charged with excitement, as she delicately grasped the member.
With disconcerting confidence, she took the flaccid penis. Her tongue, pink and agile, began to lick it, lingering on every part. She wrapped her tongue around the glans, precisely scraping the smegma, meticulously collecting it. Then, in a gesture I will never forget, she turned in my direction, slightly opened her mouth, showing me what she had just collected, a spectacle both repulsive and fascinating. She swallowed slowly, consuming it all, before sticking her tongue out at me, a mischievous and provocative smile stretching her lips.
"Now we're going to get down to business," she declared in a louder voice, her eyes shining with a new intensity.
The dick , now immaculately clean, stood erect, as imposing as my first impressions had suggested. Élise placed a light kiss on his glans, then, without the slightest hesitation, she delicately took it into her mouth. Her tongue, lively and expert, began to move around it, exploring every nook and cranny.
Then, with a cold determination, she decided to push it deeper. She began slow and regular back-and-forth movements, her mouth closing and opening on the shaft, sucking and releasing with a mesmerizing rhythm. With each movement, she gained a few millimeters, producing obscene, wet noises, smacking sounds of flesh and guttural sucking that I had never heard her make before. These sounds, both repulsive and strangely arousing, filled the small cavern.
Finally, she pulled the penis out, a wet pop echoing in the silence, to catch her breath. The member, shiny with saliva, was slick and glistening in the faint light. While Élise was catching her breath, heavy and wheezing, her delicate hand moved up and down the length of the penis, a slow and measured motion.
Then, she put it back in her mouth, this time with a new boldness. She managed to swallow the entire penis, her nose brushing against the coarse pubic hair of the adventurer. Her eyes half-closed, focused on her task. She continued her back-and-forth movements, her tongue meticulously attending to the glans, enveloping and caressing it. A few fine, dark hairs detached from the pubic area to land on Élise's wet face and, at times, disappear into her mouth.
I could feel my own throat tightening, a mix of disgust and fascination. But I was mostly experiencing a painful erection in front of this spectacle, seeing my wife suck another adventurer with such ardor. My penis throbbed, an unbearable tension in front of this scene; it was the hardest I had ever seen, and it hurt. It was begging me to release that burning pleasure liquid.
But I couldn't do that. My wife was doing it for the adventurer's sake. I couldn't defile her like that.
My wife took a breath with a wet, audible pop, as if air had just rushed into an aspirated conduit. With one hand, she continued her rhythmic back-and-forth movements along the adventurer's shaft, while with the other, she began to knead his testicles with studied firmness. I could see her fingers kneading the taut skin of the scrotum, almost feeling, from a distance, the pressure she was exerting on it. It was palpable: the balls were swollen, tense with desire and impatient to empty themselves.
She began sucking the glans again with fierce focus, her tongue wrapping around and sucking, then she resumed her back-and-forth movements, her body slightly bent, all while kneading the balls with hypnotic precision. I saw her jaw muscles contract. She felt the pressure building, becoming unbearable. With a sharp, instinctive movement, she pushed the entire penis deep into her throat, an obscene, wet sound filling the space. The semen then gushed from the penis, a hot, white jet that shot directly into her stomach.
A moment later, she withdrew the penis from her mouth with an audible sucking sound. She turned to me, her eyes dilated, her breath short. She opened her mouth wide, showing me the inside: a gooey mixture of saliva and viscous semen, dotted with a few dark, plucked hairs. Then, with a slow, deliberate gesture, she swallowed loudly, taking it all down in a single gulp. She stuck her tongue out at me, as if to make sure I had seen that she had ingested absolutely everything. Her smile, although tinged with fatigue, was deeply mischievous, almost triumphant.
Seeing that, all my restraint shattered. My penis, which was throbbing with exquisite pain, finally let go. A hot, thick wave of semen gushed into my boxer shorts, warm and liberating. A sigh of pure relief escaped my throat, an immense, almost animal bliss overwhelming me. When the last drop was released, I felt ashamed of what I had just done.
The adventurer was regaining his color. He was clearly feeling better, even if his mind was still clouded by the after-effects of the poison. He stood up, a little wobbly, and thanked Élise by hugging her warmly.
"Thank you for what you did. I don't know how to repay my debt," he said with a sincere glint in his eye, showing his gratitude.
"I did this because we're fellow adventurers, and when I see someone in need, I have to help them," Élise replied, blushing to the tips of her ears, obviously not used to being thanked so warmly.
"I'm going to give you a small bottomless bag that I bought before coming here. I'm giving it to you because you saved my life."
"But it's too precious! It's worth at least 1,000 pieces!"
"Nothing is more precious than my life. I'm going back to the surface now, and I believe I'm not cut out to be an adventurer," he said. Then he left for the surface.
Only Élise and I remained. Élise came closer to me. She raised an eyebrow, noticing the semen stain that was showing through my pants.
"So, you came just by watching me help an adventurer in need?" she said to me, a clear, crystalline laugh escaping her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself. You were so beautiful while healing that person that my body just reacted on its own," I replied, sobbing.
She took me in her arms, her body heat and the lingering smell of slime on her enveloping me. She gently stroked my hair.
"It's okay, my darling," she murmured against my shoulder. "You're really not cut out to be my master if it puts you in such a state!" she joked, a slight vibration in her chest against mine.
"You'll have to change your pants before we go back to town, or else everyone will make fun of you," she added, her voice becoming more serious.
"But I don't have any spare pants," I stammered, my head still buried in her arms, hoping to disappear.
She pulled away slightly, just enough to fix me with her bright, playful gaze.
"Alright, get undressed. I'll see about cleaning it," she launched, a carnal smile stretching her lips, a barely veiled promise of what might happen.
I took off my pants and my boxer shorts, but I kept my hands in front of my phallus, as if to hide it, filled with shame. Élise, for her part, seemed completely absorbed by my pants.
Élise took my pants and, seeing the semen stain, plunged an index finger into it, rubbing it delicately on the material to collect the milky and still warm, slightly sticky substance. Then, she put her finger to her mouth. She pulled it out with a pop. Then, with an almost disturbing confidence, she brought the pants closer to her face, her nostrils quivering slightly. Her pink, wet tongue began to lick every stained patch, tracing shiny furrows on the dark fabric, sucking up the semen with soft but audible noises, like a small suction cup. The sound alone was enough to make me feel both uncomfortable and strangely fascinated.
"That should do for the pants," she murmured, her voice slightly muffled by the fabric, but still full of contained malice. "Now, give me your boxer shorts, or would you rather walk around with your semen?" she asked me, her crystalline, mocking laugh filling the space, echoing against the walls of the cave.
"No, go ahead!" I stammered, my voice tight with embarrassment, while handing her the boxer shorts, warm and heavy with my ejaculation, my hands still stubbornly closed over my sex.
She took them, and, without the slightest hesitation, plunged her face into them, taking a deep breath. Her nostrils quivered.
"Ah! I'll never get tired of this smell! I wish I could smell it every day!" she exclaimed, her head still buried in the soaked fabric. Her body trembled with an intense, almost ecstatic shiver.
From my boxer shorts hanging in her hand, drops of semen, thick and pearly, slowly fell onto the damp floor of the cave, forming small puddles. Every drop seemed to scream the intensity with which I had come.
After long minutes of sniffing my boxer shorts, the soaked fabric pressed against her nostrils, Élise stuck out her tongue. She swept the surface, collecting with palpable greed as much semen as she could. Her tongue, a vibrant pink, turned white from the amount of seed she had collected on it. She kept it all in her mouth, her palate and cheeks working, to enjoy every nuance of the taste to the fullest.
She licked again and again, her head slightly tilted, her eyes half-closed. Muffled, guttural moans escaped her throat, barely audible but clearly signs of pleasure. The gluttonous sucking sounds coming from her mouth could be distinctly heard as she applied herself, with an almost hypnotic concentration, to swallowing all this seed, each drop disappearing in a wet, intimate gurgle.
She took her head out of the underpants. Streaks of semen glistened on her nostrils, stretching in thin layers around her fleshy lips, giving her a strangely hypnotic, almost animal appearance. There was no longer the slightest trace of semen on the now clean fabric of the boxer shorts, as if she had sucked it all up.
She finally raised her eyes to me, her piercing and direct gaze penetrating me for the first time since the beginning of this strange ceremony. A shiver ran through my naked body. She slowly opened her mouth, and I saw the semen accumulate, thick and white, a living liquid that moved to the rhythm of her breath. With a nod, she motioned for me to come. My legs, heavy with shame and contained excitement, obeyed. I came to stand beside her, my heart pounding.
Then she began to swallow it all, her throat visibly contracting with each gulp. Wet, guttural noises echoed in the silence of the cave, proof of her total absorption. When she was finished, her face was clear and clean, but her eyes shone with a deep, almost primal satisfaction. She stuck her tongue out at me, a pink and wet little tongue that glistened in the faint light, as if to visually seal the act: she had ingested everything.
Then, she handed me my boxer shorts. She didn't throw them, no. She held them out, the fabric still slightly damp with my seed and her saliva, a languid and suggestive smile stretching her lips. Her fingers brushed against mine for an instant as she passed them.
I put on my boxer shorts, still damp with my seed and her saliva, and my pants.
During that time, Élise went to collect the last mushroom and took the opportunity to put all her equipment in the bag she had just received.