“One of my masters, pounding a fellow slut-slave, and I’m jealous.” You blurt out the words, and then blush as you realise what you just said. It worries you how spontaneous your exclamation of submission was – and how true.
Hurash laughs uproariously. “You’re an utter slut, aren’t you? I recognise you now, whore. You’re that bitch the Warlord bought from the harpies. He has high hopes of you, and I see he’s not exaggerating. There’s plenty I’d like to do to you, too. How do you feel about that, human bitch?”
“Wet.” You say honestly. “I’ll do whatever you want, master.” You know that your best chance of escape is to convince all the orcs that you meet that you’re a submissive slut, and if they trust you it will – oh, who are you kidding? Watching this show has turned you on, and the thought of submitting to another thuggish orc brings you more pleasure. You are eager to see what new perversion he’ll inflict on you.
You aren’t disappointed. “Put on a show for me with one of these other sluts,” he commands, not letting up in his reaming of Aleriel for a moment.
You glance expectantly at Miriam, but she gestures at another part of the tent. You see the two foreign women you saw earlier have finished with the elf. They’re now rubbing each other’s pussies as they watch Hurash and Aleriel. The elf is sprawled on the pillows, her panting breaths making her chest bounce. You can’t resist.
You walk over to her, and then pause. You’d played a few kissing games with other girls in your village, but before your adventure started you’d never seriously considered pleasuring another woman. But your earlier desire to know what an elfish cunt tasted like comes back, and kneel between her legs. She smells different to Aleriel, and a gentle lick confirms she tastes the same way: faintly sweet, like honey. Your first foray raises a moan from her, and so you continue harder, pushing into her tight womanhood with your tongue and revelling in the delicious flavour.
Her moans increase in volume, and you look up to see that Miriam has begun to massage her ears the way the other women had been – clearly that’s a skill you need to learn. She shoots you that naughty grin that you’ve come to love, and takes the tip of one ear into her mouth, licking across it.
A loud cry draws you back to Hurash and Aleriel. Clearly your display is not just for the warrior’s benefit, as the elven doctor has just cum. As Hurash’s ruthless pounding pushes her back and forth, and his rough hands on her breasts occasionaly lift her slender body up entirely, you can see the thick smear of moisture her climax has left on the table.
You return your mind to your work in time for Miriam to lean forwards and whisper a suggestion into your ears, one that shocks your inexperienced mind with its obscenity. You swallow, but obey, lifting up one of the elf maid’s long legs and swinging round so your pussy is in contact with hers. The feel of your wet lips rubbing together is sublime, and you are soon grinding with as much passion as you’ve ever put into fucking a man. The elf seems to feel the same way, in minutes she is screaming in orgasm, and you are aroused enough that that’s all you can take.
The sight of you two writhing in pleasure is enough to push Hurash over the edge, too. He shoots a massive load into Aleriel’s ass, more than you would have thought possible. But when he removes his cock, letting the cum spill out under extreme pressure, he still has enough left to shoot a trail across her back as she slumps against the desk.
“Adequate work, sluts,” he says as he ties his laces. “I’ll see you all at the banquet tonight.” And with that he walks out.
Miriam hurries over to the exhausted Aleriel. She eagerly licks the cum off the elf’s pale skin, before moving her mouth to her anus. You’re shocked to realise she’s actually sucking the orc seed out of the other girl’s ass.
Licking her lips daintily, she turns to you and speaks. |