Now, the existence of Hearthstone was one of the oddities of the world, though it did not seem to provide 'spoilers' to the various events that would take place in the world. But was was considered to be a popular form of entertainment, and we all had a deck, even if we didn't play too often. Still, the rules for the tournament were pretty simple, as the girls played and swore, drinking some fruit juice and prepared snacks as they stove to both win... and take as long as was needed, as hey, once there was a winner, I would stop polishing their balls with my lips and tongue.

Related to that, I had actually requested some alchemical polish/skin care products if they could be applied that way, and yeah, they had something that could work. Tasted kind of like mint as I kiss and lick, making sure to get every last inch as I move up and down, before heading to the next waiting pair... and while I was tuning out the girl talk with girl cock. Which yeah, was mostly from what little was making it through, a combination of trash talk and mentioning that my enthusiasm and attention to detail was at once unexpected and pleasing.

Which of course is when the feet came up, dragging and teasing along my balls and shaft, hooves gently pressing against my flanks... as all four of them had seemed to have decided to play 'footsie' with me at once... and then they laughed as they found out. Do note, they did not stop, as feet and hooves stroked my lower body, hands slipping under the table to pat my head, running through my hair, squeezing down to little hisses and groans. I shall not lie. I would have been happy doing just this, even if I was nervous and eager for what it would lead to.

But, I would, until the winners decided to take their prize... yeah, I would just keep doing the rounds, keep applying more of the balm to my lips and tongue, throat tingling just a little bit that suggested that there was an enhancement effect happening to me. Was it entirely probably that said lotion doubled as lube or something to make me more stretchy? It would be the kind of forward planning, or at least the sort of lewd and erotic product, that would make sense.

"Okay little one, the last match is taking place." Momaan was sounding very interested... even as there was a gentle probing at my back door, something cool running down between my ass cheeks. Lube, as my ass tingled in a similar manner to my lips and throat. But, there was nothing pressing it in, as it pooled, as it clung to my ass cheeks. As I moved in the water, there was a faint clapping sound, my ass cheeks pulled together and apart by the lube. As my ass moved side to side as my torso bobbed up and down, polishing nuts.

And then there was a sigh, the table above me being removed... and to some smiling and pouting faces being revealed. "I am the winner." It was Momaan as she spoke, as she weighed and considered me. "And so... I can choose which of my little ones cherries to pluck." She reached down, hands now sliding between my ass cheeks, rubbing and teasing in the lube. "I think I will take your cute little but. However..." There was a smile on her face as she looked at Filasae. "I think I will collect my winnings second, and no, I do not plan on spitroasting him for his first time."

The other three booed, even as they smiled, as I was turned to face the huntress, a wide grin on her face as she reached out, caressing my cheek. "So. Matt. Normally, my partners are a little older, a little more experienced. But, you are a tough one. You are strong... but you like the fact that you are around large and powerful women. Women who could pick you up and do whatever they want to you. That, and I actually like you, so I am going to offer you a choice."

She smiled, as heads turned, all looking at her... as apparently this was somewhat out of character for her. "Two options. Either you can set the pace for this little blowjob... or I can use your face and throat like I do with Lileria." She grinned, a touch of almost fang like canines gleaming, the night elf in question grinning but not speaking. "Which means that yes, I would skull fuck you and force my dick balls deep inside of your throat after using some modified lube to make sure your teeth don't scrape and suppresses your gag reflex." Her smile was at once predatory and comforting. "Because yes, I would like you in matching collars with my slutty Lilly so..."

Yeah, that probably meant more than I was likely aware of, even if the two of them seemed to be somewhat like a not quite married couple from time to time. then again? Night Elf culture was, more complicated than it looked at first glance. So... "Ah, I thought the purpose of the tournament was to let you choose?"

Her eyebrow rose... and then she spoke. "Lilly. The lube." One lazy hand reached out, as a tube was placed in them, as I was given a few dollops... and then? Yeah, I was good at tolerating pain, as she made sure my mouth was open as got me to lay down on the edge of the hot spring, bushes hiding us from the sight of others, magic blocking off the sounds, muffling anything from other pools. The rest of the party was watching, my eyes looking towards them, as she all but mounted my head... and started forcing her way in.

I felt my jaw pop and throat burn, as she pushed, the alchemical mixture allowed my throat to stretch, to accommodate her length, to the massive thing inside of me, pushing bulging my throat as she pressed down, cooing and grunting as she did. Even as my eyes refused to water from the discomfort (as hey, that could distract in combat and I figured out how to stop that happening), Lileria's head was bobbing under the water, Valyn's hands running through her hair as she watched, biting her lower lip. Momaan was merely reclining, a knowing smile on her face as she watched, as I was fed inch after inch of girl cock.

Which, true to her word, did not stop until her balls were on my eyes and she could not fit any more in. "You know, the only downside of you being so smol? You are far too tight and I am going to blow my load far too early." It was a lament really, as she started to pull out, until she was halfway out... and then she thrust forward, balls slapping my eyes shut as tried to go as deep as she could as quick as she could. "Going to make it harder to properly skull fuck you."

It was not a pout, but the tone of someone that was eagerly anticipating a challenge, hips moving back and slamming in, only half way, faster and faster each time... and yeah, that was annoying as I had to keep my eyes closed... and then? She withdrew until it was just the tip left inside. Hips slammed down and I was damn near bent in half from the thrust, and even through my eyelids, that stung. And then she did it again, and again, and again. Ten times in as many seconds, before going back to half thrusts, two per second as she pushed and slammed and alternated in shifts of ten, then twenty...

And after... I lost track as my eyes were fucking bruised, she let out a roar... and my stomach bulged as she came, as fluids and cum erupted deep inside of me. If before she tasted like some kind of mixture of meat flavors, now she tasted like a range of meat covered in honey and some kind of spices, as my gut stretched and throat swelled and I groaned as she panted. And then she wiggled, balls grinding against my face, marking me as she sighed and pulled out.

I hiccupped, a bubble of cum bursting, as I opened my eyes. "He did not get knocked out." Valyn was sounding amused. "Six minutes and he is still conscious." Now, there was a lot of teasing in her tone, and I lacked the ability to speak. My throat was sore. "Why, even his eyes are healing and Filasae?" Her tone was warning. "You should have paid more attention, as if his eyes got hurt..."

The huntress sighed. "I got carried away, but noted." She actually sounded contrite, as I wiggled my arm. As blerk, I could not really move. "Oh, it seems I did get a lot of the energy out of him though." There was pride in her tone, as Momaan chuckled, standing up, taking me in her arms... and moving back to her seat, my ass firmly in her lap. "So, what are you planning Momaan?"

Now, the motherly Draenei hummed, the head of her shaft slipping between my ass cheeks... and as bands of light appeared, hugging me close to her. "I think, all night cuddlefuck." Her tone was amused, as her shaft slowly ground in... but not but much as it gently parted my ass cheeks and the others groaned, my head slipping between a pair of breasts. "Why, if he doesn't wiggle and stays in the binding lights? I might just slowly sink all the way inside of his adorable little rear as I'm walking around with my robes on, with him in the place of my usual underwear."

There was a pause... and then I managed to lift a hand, and gave a thumbs up as they all laughed.