Invisible, Ty watched Brian seduce the big knight. He was pleasantly surprised at the turn events had taken; the doppelgänger thing had been more fun than he had imagined it would be. Brian was really getting into it. Perhaps he should make things even more interesting, by making a few changes to the noble knight…
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Brian couldn’t believe how easy all this had been. Sir Thomas loomed over his delicate elven body, muscles taut. The knight’s big, calloused hands groped Brian’s succulent breasts, and his trimmed but still rough-textured beard scratched Brian’s soft face, as hearty, wine-scented kisses were rained upon his fine lips.
Although drunk, Sir Thomas still had excellent control over his body (moreso than his mind, it seemed) and easily found Brian’s pussy. He positioned his huge cock, the thick, flared head nestled in the lips of the elf’s sex. Showing amazing control, he eased the thick shaft in, inch by glorious inch. The doppelgänger gasped in shock, as pleasure raced through his body. Sir Thomas laughed; “I get that response a lot,” he boasted, “There aren’t many men out there with a fuckpole like this. And there are probably even fewer elves!” To make his point, he rammed his huge cock all the way into Brian’s sweet pussy, prompting further utterances of ecstasy from the elf. “Ohh…YES!” Brian gasped, grabbing the knight’s tight buttocks, “Give it all to me!”
Sir Thomas was only too happy to oblige. Using his powerful legs, he set up a piston motion, thrusting his huge boner deep within the beautiful elf. Brian kneaded the knight’s behind with his delicate hands, massaging the flexing gluteus muscles, trying to concentrate on something other than the amazing cock that was being rammed into him, trying to resist the temptation to lie back, stop thinking, and enjoy Sir Thomas’ magnificent love-making. Brian ran his hands up the knight’s broad back, exploring the mountains and valleys made by the big man’s muscles. The speed of the fuck increased, and Brian found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Sir Thomas was kissing him again, deeply and passionately, intertwining his tongue with Brian’s own. The speed increased further; it was as if Sir Thomas was possessed by a frenzied sex-demon. With a deep-chested bellow, the knight came, shooting cum deep within the doppelgänger’s willowy elven body. Brian was in heaven, awash with feelings of utter rapture, as Sir Thomas slowed, panting with exertion. Brian looked up, again impressed with the knight’s fine body.
Suddenly, Sir Thomas’ limbs went very stiff, and it seemed to Brian that every one of the knight’s muscles had decided to flex all at once. Still impaled on the knight’s impressive endowment, the doppelgänger could feel Sir Thomas tense up. The knight’s head and torso snapped back suddenly, and he let loose a deep and wild bellow. Brian watched in awe as the man…swelled…there was simply no other word for it.
Sir Thomas was a big man. Years as a soldier and knight had given him a thickly-muscled, powerful body. As Brian watched, Sir Thomas grew even larger. Every muscle on the Knight’s body seemed to be pulsing and swelling, growing thicker and harder. Bulging peaks grew higher, and deep valleys became deeper. Within moments, Sir Thomas was bigger than anyone Brian had ever seen, with melon-sized biceps, an impossibly thick and deep chest, cobblestone abs, and legs that were the size of tree trunks. Then, Brian felt a tightness within him, as Sir Thomas’ already large cock swelled even further, rudely stretching the walls of the elf’s pussy. Brian thought the knight’s huge meat might rip him apart; had he been a real elf, it might have.
“That hasn’t happened to me since I turned sixteen,” growled Sir Thomas, his voice deeper and stronger than before. “Last time it happened, it was when I fucked a really hot woman – who turned out to be a doppelgänger.”
With a swift motion, Sir Thomas lowered himself so that Brian was imprisoned under the knight’s freakishly-muscled body. The knight looked Brian directly in the eyes. “So, ‘Arwyllen’,” growled the knight, “who are you really?”