The Sisters of the Iron Cave haven't met a challenge they couldn't mount and fuck into a puddle of cum, tears, or oftentimes both in no order.
The Sisters of the Iron Cave also haven't met a Wood Elf named Sylphie. She's part horse, on her father's side.
The Sisters shared many things. Food. Drink. Hapless adventurers. Toothbrushes. This was the first time though they ever shared an orgasm. Sylphie's hands and tongue were as skilled as her cock was...well...huge. Quivers of doubt and bliss shook them.
Agrob was the first to succumb to her pleasure. A fluke! "Besides, she's a lightweight!" the Sisters nervously assured themselves. Sylphie's coy smile still graced her eyes, nonplussed as Borba mounted and moaned on her equine cock.
Borba was down, errant gushes of defeat still erupting from her wildly-quivering hips, and Gharol was fading fast as Sylphie pounded her relentlessly. Ragash could only stare as her Sister's orgasm rocked her to her core. Sylphie could only smile.
Agash had seen defeat, but she had never seen...THIS. The cock twitched, still coated in orcish ruination as the elf seated herself upon what was once a proud Sister. "Your turn, cutie," the bitch cooed. She's just an elf...she's just an elf...right?
SHE'S A FUCKING DEMON! Ragash fought to maintain her senses as Sylphie fought to slay another orc pussy. Locked in place, the Sister could only reel as the cock impaling her replaced her dignity with merciless bliss.
