The Fan Boi (Giveaway)
I know there’s been a lot of femboy stuff lately, but at least this one gets to show off Mar’gur’s new update in all it’s muscley glory. Non-femboy stuff coming but definitely more futa coming! Stay tuned, porn fans!
Congrats to Xero in my discord community for their win of this free commission!
Mar’gur was relentless in her use of the new mender-boy, Kalthar. She could tell he was a big fan of hers as he kept fidgeting, smiling at her and catching shy glances at her pillar-like arms the whole time he tended to wounds. The Elf has asked for her autograph but was instead being mercilessly rammed by the big buff woman.
Mar’gur had carried him from the treatment area over her shoulder like a rescued maiden, took him behind some storage crates and torn the clothes from his back like the brute she was. She found him irresistibly cute to the point where she just had to kiss him, but Mar’gur doesn’t bend down for weaklings. She would hook her palms under his arm pits and lift him to her massive height to plant her lips and tongue against his and did so with great ease.
Kalthar would be lying if he said it wasn’t a fantasy of his. While he hadn’t been expecting the champion of the arena to take him rough and bare like a common tavern whore, he had enjoyed the thought of it many a time while glancing at her risque pictures in “Big Hung Gals” monthly.
Mar’gur fed on the weak and respected the strong like her. Kalthar had wanted the attention of his favorite fighter and now he was getting it fully. Ever since how things had gone with her ex-slave Valnoressa, Mar’gur had been cutting a path of lust and shagging through every Elf brave or foolish enough to express interest in her. Kalthar was one of many.
She tugged on his braided silky hair by a small ponytail at the back, a well placed handle bar for her massive fist to grab as it allowed her more momentum behind a steady unbroken thrusting of her powerful hips. Her massive emerald balls would swing and smack against the back of Kalthar’s own like two massive wrecking balls against his marbles by comparison.
Each time he pulled his hips away and attempted to crawl forward for a brief respite, Mar’gur would smack harshly across his rear and drag him right back onto her cock again. There was no running from the wolf for the sheep when it was already in the wolf’s jaws.
When she was finally satisfied, she left Kalthar where she had taken him. His ass raised and leaking her Orcish seed while his face pressed against the dried sun baked ground. He was exhausted, used and more than a little happy with his brush with the champ.
As he lifted his tattered and torn clothes, he found that Mar’gur had signed his picture of her like he had originally asked. Including a little personalized message that read:
”To Kalthar,
I need more fans like you.
Wear something slutty next time you little bitch.
See you soon.
- Mar’gur, the Champ.”
