Commission 21 - Prison Break

Erotic sounds echoed around the cells beneath the barracks, Iselda’s pleasured moans filled the room and paired with the intensely exciting sound of flesh against flesh. Saran cupped the Human’s heavenly plump rear tightly in his hands as her mounds of gratuitous booty railed his less than average but still unyieldingly hard manhood. Iselda gazed down at him, un-breaking in her rhythm and barely able to see those luminous emerald eyes of his beneath her pronounced chest bobbing wildly up and down.

She offered him a lusty smile as he worked his hips up in a blurred flurry to keep up with the Human. Certainly he was out of his element, Saran was so used to being in the woman’s position that he had forgot just how much work it actually was to be the man. And then it came washing over him like a wave, the intense and sudden feeling rushing up his manhood and from the tip. A feeling that became even more intense as Iselda’s soft palm gripped tightly at his adorably undersized and smooth balls.

His cum trickled down the base of his shaft and coiled over the contours of his soft sack as he relaxed fully onto his back in the cot. Iselda giggled, leaning down to plant a kiss on his misty glistening forehead as she lifted her hips to uncork the femboy’s shaft from her booty. His cock flopped out of her, as it began to quickly go soft, the remnants of his seed oozing from the tip of his foreskin as he caught his breath.

“Gah, I’ll show you how it’s done you little runt!” growled one Human cellmate “Move it boy, let the men show you how it’s done!” gloated an even rougher looking Human. Their far larger and more intimidating cocks already being yanked free of the prison rags that caged them. The guard outside the cell shouted in “Stand away, scum. She’s not here for you two Uglies.” – Yet they weren’t so eager to listen to the guard. Already manhandling Iselda’s stunning body and even throwing the femboy Elf across the cell to lay beside the door.

“I said hands off, inmates!” the guard roared as he drew his blade and rushed into the cell, leaving the door open in his wake. Saran peered over at the open door, looking briefly at Iselda as she seemed to mime a word at him. “Go!” she had said. He nodded, taking advantage of the opportunity while the guard brawled with the two inmates. Iselda stood at the open cell door, blowing a kiss to the sneaky femboy as he dashed for the shadows. Stopping momentarily Saran looked back at Human from the corner of his eye, smiling at her with sly wink before crouching down and disappearing entirely into the shadows.

Iselda smiled to herself, picking up her robes and heading for the exit with her wide hips swaying confidently as back up guards rushed down the stairs and into the cell. “Too easy.” She thought to herself as she ascended the stairs to the barracks, disappearing up into the garrison.

Commissioned By: Iselda
Story By: Valnoressa