[Story] Elephant Girl Fucks Herself With Her Trunk (Patreon)

I sprawl on my back, trunk coiled like a serpent over my belly. Sunlight slicks my gray skin, pooling in the valleys between muscle and curve. I flex my toes—broad now, leathery—and let the trunk slither downward, drawn to the heat between my thighs.

Breathe in.

The scent hits first—mine, but deeper now. Richer. An iron musk. The trunk quivers, nostrils flaring wide as it drinks me in.

Deeper.

It obeys. The tip breaches me, ridges catching in a way that makes my tail thrash. I arch, tail pressing into the mattress, as the trunk twists—thick and relentless—filling spaces my fingers could never reach.

God, the smell.

Every thrust floods my senses. The trunk doesn’t just touch—it tastes, nostrils fluttering as it samples my slick juices, the primal tang of my need. My human self would have blushed.

Faster.

The trunk pistons, its rhythm frantic. I fist the sheets, ears flapping wildly, as pleasure coils tighter.

“Yes,” I rumble, the sound shaking the room.

The trunk curls upward, seeking that sweet spot only it knows. There. I roar, back bowing off the bed as climax detonates—a supernova that starts in my hips and radiates outward. The trunk milks me through it, nostrils flaring greedily with every pulse, drinking the scent of my release like fine wine.

When it finally withdraws, glistening, I laugh—deep, resonant, elephantine.

Again? the trunk seems to ask, tip brushing my navel.

I stretch, savoring the ache in my muscles, the sweat cooling on my skin.

“Again,” I agree.