The Three Adventurers

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Futa, fantasy, (explicit) hardcore sex chapter, growth scene, hyper sizes, domination, female muscle, romance, threesome, giantess growth, hourglass expansion, weight gain, bbw, teasing, public nudity, size praise, banter, cum inflation, excessive ejaculation, size comparison

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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The whole tent crackled with life.

Not only by the grace of a dozen fires underneath rotisseries leaving a hundred mouths watering. In equal measure also due to the deafening symphony of men coming together in comradery and brotherhood - new and old. Truly, Gunjon had mastered the fine art of meticulously planning any feast. Perhaps even worthy of the grand halls of Counts and Dukes by now.

Yet, Syn didn't feel the same warmth she used to.

She sipped from her mug and let her eyes wander in silence. It wasn't that she felt any less welcome, but she could tell some invisible cloud loomed over the three futas that wasn't there before. She saw it in the boys' eyes. When she caught them latching onto her, Lyanne and Fel, whenever they felt like nobody was watching. Not with malice, and more than a few with smiles on their lips, but with uncertainty that burnt vivid in their stares.

They were right to be unsure. There was no telling what the three would turn into... or what they had already become.

Syn also sensed everyone's reluctance to let the three out of their sight, noticed them edge closer to savour every moment together. They must have been also aware, that this might be one of the last occasions for them to do so. For the three's path led well beyond where any of them could follow.

Syn knew that. So did Lyanne, sitting with Ser Lundor and Gunjon, armed with laughter and ears graced with surely glorious tales. Also Fel, surrounded by all dwarves and hellbent on bringing half the tent to life herself knew that. Everybody did.

The half-elf smirked and chose to feel gratitude for the time she was given with them, over the bitterness that it would end soon. And that made the wine taste just a bit sweeter than before.

She sat at the table with dozens of companions from her youth, but closest to Khoren and Karstjan. No matter how welcoming and captivating their company might be, Syn couldn't bring herself to stop noticing the uncertainty in their eyes. Making every sentence feel like a final departure or the rehearsal of one.

It especially pained her to see Khoren that way.

Naturally, he caught up with the many stories surrounding the three over the last few days, and his gaze had shifted completely. The hesitation with which he chose his words again, almost akin to back when he saw Syn merely as an unwanted extension of her father.

She had hoped those days were behind her. That she finally, for the first time in her life, was allowed to be part of Khoren and his people.

In the first night she was.

She felt it. When songs of heroes were belted into the moonlight. But since then, she was once more drifting away from them. Until the deep-rooted feeling she knew so well reigned again.

That she didn't belong to them.

Syn took a deep breath and eventually got up with grace despite her haste.

"Are you leaving already?" Karstjan asked in a worried tone.

"Only to embrace the night before the wine gets to me," Syn said warmly and reached out to Khoren. "Don't you worry. I'll leave you both in great company."

Karstjan, always ready to bring out his smile, would surely fill the table with grand stories and wit in her absence. Khoren's eyes on the other hand lingered long on the unnaturally huge woman towering above him. He grabbed Syn's hands with the touch of an old man and said more than a thousand words could with his timid nod.

He had long found peace in Syn's departure. And probably thought the moment had just arrived.

"Save me a bottle, will you? There is still a tomorrow," she offered and made the elder's wrinkled face brighten.

"You have my word, Syndranel," he said with a smile of pure delight.

As the half-elf headed out, she took in the scene one last time. A myriad of people combining to a unique group of all colours and sizes, worthy of a painting outlasting the ages. One Syn no longer needed be a part of. Better to leave the canvas to someone new, she thought.

Lyanne caught her wandering gaze. No words were required to know what went through the other's head. They could both see it in their eyes. That they felt the same.

Syn left the tent with a smirk, one that would remain on her face until she sat down on top of the highest hill not too far from the camp. Still within reach to listen to the storm of songs and voices from afar.

She knew she could count on Lyanne following her soon after. With another bottle in her hand, that looked way too tiny on a woman this staggeringly muscular and wide in frame.

"I hope you didn't leave because you're no longer in the mood for wine," the knight said and joined her commander in watching the many tents.

"You will never catch me say no to a fine drop."

"It's pretty isn't it?" she asked Lyanne. "Like an ocean of candlelight."

"Careful, you run risk of becoming a poet," Syn smiled as Lyanne sat down next to her.

"Imagine that. A poet from Igland," the knight laughed and unscrewed the cork with her teeth. "But it's true. This is a special sight. And you made that happen."

"This isn't solely my doing. This band is the effort of many people," Syn said softly. "Including you."

"Yet it all started with you," Lyanne smirked and took a sip. "I'm just glad I was allowed to be a part of it. I will always cherish that time."

"Me too."

Syn was handed the bottle and eyed it while nostalgia swept over her.

"I will miss them," she sighed, the wine barely able to untangle the knot in her throat. "But they can't join us."

"No. They can't," Lyanne agreed and leaned back, staring at the tents with the same refusal to let go. "We'll have to tell them soon."

"Tomorrow. Let them have this last night," Syn said and handed the bottle back.

"Aye. One last night."

The bottle exchanged hands a few more times before familiar stomps crept into the night. Ones which Syn hoped she'd hear sooner rather than later.

"There you are," Fel chuckled, her gigantic, green body glimmering in the moonlight. "What are you doing all alone?"

"Just talking about the good ol' days," Lyanne answered and offered the bottle to the orc. "Feels like the night to do so."

"That sounds like something you two do," Fel chuckled and lifted the bottle to her lips, emptying the last few drops in seconds. "Can I join you?"

"You don't have to ask, Fel," Syn said and invited Fel to sit next to her. "After all we three belong together now."

"I mean there is a literal prophecy saying that, so it has to be true," Lyanne grinned.

Fel laughed and looked to the sky, her bulging arms spreading like wings.

"Spirits! Thank you for choosing the right northerners," she 'prayed' and laughed.

Syn couldn't stop herself grinning, sitting in between her two comrades. Bound by fate they might be but given the choice she would always wish to end up here. With them. Both. Tonight.

"True words, Fel," their commander said, still lost in the orc's presence. "They chose wisely."

Her heart thumped twice as heavy in her chest, the butterflies once more swarming in her generous belly. She then decided this would be the moment.

"I'm delighted to know you two by my side," Syn said, her gaze travelling to orcish and islander eyes alike, filled with the same warmth. "There is no one else I would want to go onto this journey with."

"Me neither."

"Yeah... me too, heh."

Both titans of brawn and battle blushed like young maids gushing about their feelings for the first time. They were quite alike. Lyanne and Fel. Hopefully, they would reveal more similarities tonight.

The half-elf's long fingers reached out to both sides, finding their targets without hesitation and with a firm grip.

"What... are you... doing?" Lyanne muttered first.

Fel shuddered just as much but found enjoyment quicker than the knight.

"What does it look like?" Syn said, stroking both her comrades harder, feeling their members fill with lust and size. "I want you. Both. Together."

"Are... you sure about that?" Lyanne whimpered but allowed the bulge under her make-shift robe to swell. "We're ... pretty big now."

"She knows what she is doing," Fel moaned. "And what she wants."

Syn turned to the orc, her massive mast already fattening in delight and those wide eyes watching the half-elf closely. They burnt with the same desire she could feel throbbing in her hand.

There was nothing she was more desperate to find in those pure, innocent eyes.

"I absolutely do," Syn said and leaned in, kissing those big lips with fiery passion.

The gigantic orc didn't hesitate either and shoved her much longer tongue into Syn too. Those massive green paws quickly found purpose by digging into Syn's robe, which barely covered her immense curves.

She whimpered when her the roundness of her ass was explored, the firmness of her thighs... and the growing girth of her rather chubby cock.

A kiss relived a thousand times in her dreams, but nothing came close to what Syn felt in this moment. The connection she now shared with Fel. Well beyond just lust. Although there was more than enough of it.

Both women pulsed and shivered in arousal long after their lips parted. And Lyanne, biting her lip awaited her turn with an adorable redness. She more than deserved to feel what Syn just experienced. A moment of utmost fulfilment.

"Come here, my knight in shining armour," Syn teased her.

Not without success.

For Lyanne lunged forward like she was about to pin her commander to the floor. It was obvious how much she lusted for this kiss and now that Syn could get a taste of Lyanne herself, she only regretted not granting her that wish much sooner.

Both warriors now dug into the half-elf's lavish figure more eagerly. Especially Lyanne was totally unable to take her fingers off those massive breasts which already tingled in sensitive pleasure. And big Green made sure that the rising tent emerging from between Syn's thick thighs was growing fatter by the second.

Syn gasped and moaned while her lips kept clashing with Lyanne's. It came as little surprise that she was indeed an accomplished kisser, but the way her hand kept caressing Syn's neck and pulled her in left the half-elf drooling.

She could feel both, orc and islander alike, shudder with meaty pulses now that both their cocks had grown too girthy for Syn's fingers to wrap around. They were massive... and kept getting bigger.

"Oh my... you two needed this... so badly," Syn eventually gasped when she pulled away from Lyanne.

"You too, boss," Fel grinned, her meaty fingers dripping with Syn's pre-cum spilling through the garment.

"I mean, you were the one who brought it up in the dungeon, remember?" Lyanne gasped and allowed Syn to free all those glorious muscles underneath that comical excuse of a gown.

"Not without reason," Syn said and was finally pushed onto the floor from both sides.

Both giant women caressed every part of her body now. Syn wished they'd smother her, make use of their colossal strength, tear through the already agonizingly tight dress rubbing against her engorged nipples. Never did she experience heat like this. Not by magic, not by divine powers, just ordinary, unadulterated horniness.

Syn kept working her two lovers' ever lengthening, ever fattening shafts, accompanied with the sound of multiple feet of vein-riddled monsters appreciating her handy work with loud and powerful throbs.

"You two... are getting... soo big," she panted, when Lyanne began to suck on her now exposed nipples and explored the softness of her belly.

"Yes, we are huge," Fel stated, grabbing the smaller woman's swollen balls and caressed that gushing pussy underneath. "And soon you will be huge too."

"I fucking hope so," Syn slurred in between throaty moans.

Rarely did Syndranel find herself struggling to contain herself. She was always master over her own body, the one who decided when she gave into her orgasm or not. Tonight, she was surrendering all control.

Her own cock exploded to full size, moments away from eruption, but she kept pulling Fel in for more pleasure. Wordlessly begging the green titan to bless her neglected nipple with her tusks. Which Fel did masterfully.

Syn's high-pitched gasps echoed through the night, with both colossal warriors sucking and fondling her fat breasts like nobody ever managed before. She was invaded by too many sensations at once. With hands and tongues on her tits, then later fingers in her cunt, smacking her balls, another hand on her ass, she wanted it all and they gave her it all.

The half-elf's nails aimlessly dug into endless chords of iron muscles, impossibly wide backs and head-sized biceps without even leaving as much as a scratch. She was no match for Fel's and Lyanne's heat. A scorching flame that left all three grunting and moaning in delight without even wasting a single thought on what laid beyond their hill.

"Yes... yes... harder," Syn begged in a fever pitch.

And Fel and Lyanne understood their assignment perfectly.

Their massive bodies pinned Syn only firmer into their bed of grass. With their strong arms reaching between the half-elf's legs, digging into her massive breasts and with huge tongues wrapped around desperately engorged nipples.

Syn mindlessly reached for their loudly, angrily throbbing shafts, when she was about to be overwhelmed by her own pleasure. Just to feel the sheer extent to which both her comrades had grown down there.

"FUCK!! YEESS!" Syn moaned lewdly, when the radiant heat paired with powerful pulses shook her tiny hands ... and pushed her over the edge.

She came without any warning. Her own 17 inches felt tiny compared to what Fel and Lyanne now wielded, but the orgasm was exquisite regardless. Load after load she shot into the air, surely covering those bulging, impossibly strong backs looming over her, with copious amounts of spunk.

Yet, Fel and Lyanne weren't slowing down. They continued to caress Syn's plentiful curves with the same ferocity, potentially even more so after witnessing how much their commander loved their efforts. They kept milking every last bit of pleasure out of Syn, granting her a second breath... and then a third ... a fourth.

Syn's orgasm was so powerful she could feel the soreness in her balls and the puddle her gushing pussy left under her, but her climax still ruled over her. Only when Syn had completely fallen deaf to the world and grown numb to both her lovers' relentless touches did they stop.

"Sooo...gooood," the half-elf babbled, barely able to breath.

"Looks like she enjoyed herself, huh?" Lyanne said and winked at the gigantic orc.

"Heh! Yeah, I can feel it on my back," Fel laughed, her huge body jiggling and rippling with strength. "But we should not stop now."

"No, that would be bad manners," Lyanne said biting her lip. "So...who goes first?"

"Heh! What do you think?" the orc smirked and flexed her arms to challenge Lyanne. "Who is bigger."

"You sure you want to go down that road?" Lyanne frowned and made her treetrunk of an arm bulge to full size as well.

Syn, still panting on soaked grass, looked up to both gargantuan warriors like a mouse watching two falcons' bicker over their prey. Only did that 'mouse' not mind being outmatched a hundred times by those two titans looming over her. Who could have their ways with her. In any way they liked. And Syn would have no means to stop them. That thought made her cunt quiver again.

Syn's hands found both impossibly hard cocks again, still neglected and throbbing in unbroken excitement. They longed for far more than just her touch. And Syn was willing to give them everything they desired and more!

"I will take you both," Syn gasped in a tone befitting a mouse. "At the same time."

Both Lyanne and Fel lightened up with desire, their lust burning in their eyes and their cocks pulsing with even more need because of it.

"You are a brave woman, Syn," Lyanne gasped, dripping with pre-cum.

"She is the boss for a reason," Fel joined in, her green fingers pinching her commander's sensitive nipples again. "But tonight, she is our little slut."

Syn came again.

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Lyanne didn't have to rely on her fingers to keep herself hard as they walked further away from camp for minutes.

Afterall, they would surely need all the privacy they could get, for she expected nothing else but to dish out the greatest rutting any woman had ever received. And Syn looked more than up for it, despite barely reaching as high as Lyanne's or Fel's breasts.

"So, how are we doing this?" Lyanne asked impatiently when those massive buttocks swaying before her halted.

"Someone is eager," Syn teased and wiggled her amazing ass, until she earned herself a spank.

"Not just her," Fel roared as well, her imprint reddening on Syn's fat behind.

Both warriors couldn't wait any longer. Their shafts bobbed in front of them with need, huge and hard as steel, invigorated by the thought of hilting themselves all the way into Syn. And a body blessed with curves big and soft enough to keep even lovers of such huge proportions more than on edge.

"Would it be surprising, if I tell you, that I already thought of this?" Syn smiled before her hands grabbed one gigantic meatpole each.

"Of course you have," Lyanne smirked and spread her powerful legs so her balls could be worshipped as well.

"Fel. Remember our first night?" the half-elf asked.

"Ohhh, yes. I do," the orc gasped, her dark-green member audibly pulsing.

"Then you know what to do, big girl," Syn said and grew fully hard despite the amazing load minutes earlier.

The mere thought of waiting another second for Syn's beautiful body should've been unbearable, but the sight made up for it a hundred times.

Fel grabbed the half-elf by her fat ass, with strong fingers digging deep into those soft cushions. She lifted the thick, yet comparatively tiny woman, without any effort and until Syn towered inches above Fel's face. An opportunity both wouldn't miss for another steamy kiss. While in the meantime a certain orcish cock lined itself up like a tournee pole, reaching out for the constantly gushing cunt until it rubbed its swollen glance against awaiting lips.

There was no way in any hell that Syn could possibly take something this ridiculously, monstrously huge. For fucks sake! Fel's cock was almost as thick as Syn's chunky thighs! And almost a third of Syn's entire height in length!

Yet, Fel started spreading Syn's entrance wider as she kept pulling the half-elf down by her legs. Steadily deeper and against all reason -- to both their obvious delight.

"Oh ... my... fucking..." Lyanne muttered and rubbed herself harder with every inch Fel rammed in.

"By the spirits! You are so... much tighter!" the orc slurred and thrusted her hips, sinking even more of her length into the now constantly erupting pussy.

"SOOO BIG!" Syn thundered into the night while she was stretched impossibly wide. "MAKE IT ALL FIT!"

Her plead was answered by Fel tightening her grip around Syn's waist and pulled her down until her fat buttocks slammed against those massively swollen green orbs.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" both slurred in unisome and Fel continued thrusting.

A part of Lyanne recognised that the sight before shouldn't be possible. Nobody should be able to survive being impaled like that, let alone scream in orgasmic joy. But what's 'impossible' lost its meaning a long time ago.