Her hands reached up, her fingers caressing the hard muscles of my chest. She traced the scars and her pussy tightened on my dick. She bucked and spasmed beneath me. Her little body trembled. She gasped in delight as she gripped me with her hot flesh.
Her fingernails bit into my flesh. “Oh,yes. Faoril. I think…I think.”
“Cum, you little cock-slut,” moaned Faoril. She rubbed harder on Linissi’s clit.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The virgin’s hot, tight pussy spasmed about my cock. The pleasure roared through me. I let out a growl at the bliss, fucking her harder and faster. My balls smacked into her flesh. She bucked into my thrusts, gasping and moaning.
“So good, I love it! I love being a cock-slut. Oh, yes. I love it. Oh, gods, yes. Please, keep thrusting that cock in me. I don’t ever want it to stop.”
“That’s right,” moaned Faoril. “Love his dick.”
Her pussy spasmed a second time on my dick. The bed groaned beneath the force of my thrusts. Her small body took it. I pounded her hot, tight glove. My voice growled through me as the pleasure swelled in my balls.
“I’m going to flood your cunt with so much cum, slut,” I growled. “You’re going to drown in it. Take it. Oh, yes. That’s it, whore. Take every inch of my shaft.”
Faoril whispered in Linissi’s ear.
“Really? Guys love to hear that?” squeaked the young girl.
Faoril grinned.
“Okay.” Linissi looked up at me. “Cum in my pussy! Please, flood it with all your cum. I need it.” her smile grew. “Ooh, I like this. Please, I need you to cum in me. I want to feel it squirting into my depths.”
“Flood her,” Faoril grinned at me. She leaned up and kissed me hard on the lips.
I growled into the kiss and buried my cock into the virgin’s pussy. My dick erupted. Linissi sang her enjoyment as blast after blast of my cum coated her pussy. She shuddered beneath me, her virgin pussy milking every last drop of my jizz.
“Oh, that was amazing,” groaned Linissi. A big grin crossed her lips. “Mmm, can he go again?”
“Oh, you are a little cock-slut,” laughed Faoril and kissed the virgin on the lips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Acolyte Sophia
The virgin trembled beside me. I was in agony as Angela, naked and wearing my dildo strapped to her waist, mounted the virgin. The candle still burned, coating the crack of my ass and pussy in wax. The stinging agony had faded, leaving me frustrated and desperate to cum.
And Alyiane the virgin was getting fucked.
I had a cruel, wicked mistress.
I stared into Alyiane’s eyes as her large breasts rose and fell. She was younger than me and had developed tits far larger than I ever would. I took her hand and smiled at her while a line of burning wax trickled across my lower back and down my side.
“You’ll love it,” I promised her.
I stared into the virgin’s eyes as she was deflowered. They widened and then the pleasure set it as Angela fucked her. Alyiane looked away and kissed Angela, their breasts pressed together, their bodies writing in the celebration of Saphique’s gift to womanhood.
I squirmed, my asshole gripping the candle and my pussy aching. Every movement rubbed the hardened wax covering my pussy against my sensitive bits, reminding me of just how badly I had to cum.
The bed rocked and creaked as they shared their passion. They gasped and screamed it out together. They were so beautiful. I smiled, envious of Alyiane and happy that Angela enjoyed popping her first cherry.
It was such a sweet gift to give a young woman.
“Oh, sweet Saphique,” Angela moaned. “Are you going to cum on my dildo?”
“Yes,” moaned Alyiane. “I love it. I want to be strong and sexy and powerful like you. I want to pop maidens cherries.”
Angela kissed her hard. The virgin shuddered and came, writhing beneath my mistress. I smiled at them, then bit my lip. Their moans and shared orgasm only made my pussy ache more. I fought the urge to let out a frustrated moan while the pair climaxed.
Angela smiled when she finished and glanced over at me. She grabbed the candle and snuffed out the flame. “I think you’ve suffered long enough.”
“It’s been such sweet torture,” I smiled as Angela moved behind me.
“You have my permission to cum,” Angela purred as she grasped the hardened wax between my thighs.
My orgasm exploded through me when she ripped the wax away. It had hardened around my folds and clit. Pain shot through my body. I writhed, embracing the pain rippling through my sensitive flesh and the pleasure bursting out of my pussy.
“So good,” I gasped. “Oh, yes.” My wrists pulled against the rope binding them to the headboard. My nipples rubbed into the coarse sheets. My pussy spasmed as juices exploded out of me.
“She came just from that?” gasped Alyiane. She stared at me in awe.
“Sophia is a slut with refined tastes,” Angela grinned right before she thrust the dildo deep into my still cumming pussy.
“I am, Mistress,” I shuddered as I was fucked from behind, Angela’s hard nipples brushing along my back as she fucked me. “And I’m so glad you find new treats for me to experience, Mistress.”
“Mistress,” Alyiane whispered. I think she liked the word. I hoped she would find a submissive woman to dominate. I bet she would be so happy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Xerathalasia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi
The four day trip from Esh-Esh to the first major town on the highway was uneventful. We kept attentive watch. Slata’s other two daughters were still hunting us. But the erinyes were cunning. Sometimes, I felt eyes watching us. I walked with Thrak through the peaceful lands of the Magery. The fields were green with maturing crops. The human farmers and peasants working in the fields would pause to watch us pass, their eyes wide in shock.
They must think we were a story come to life. A knight, a mage, a priestess, an elf, and an orc walking through their lands, clearly on an important errand where the entire fate of the world rested in the balance.
That same look of awe followed us into Lor-Khev. The humans in Southern Thosi were darker than their northern kin, intermarrying with the dusky Hazians on the other side of the Lesh-Ke mountains that dominated the southern horizon.
But there women were just as interested in elves.
I smiled, knowing I would find a generous maid to share my bed tonight. I had grown quite fond of human pussy in the almost two months since I left the forest behind. They had such a rich, salty musk, whether their pussies were more sweet, tart, tangy, or spicy. My pussy tingled as we made our way through town.
“The Merchant’s Rest looks like a serviceable inn,” Sophia said as she rode Purity. She nodded to the sign ahead. “More reputable than some of the places we passed.”
“Some of those places looked fun,” laughed Thrak. “I’m sure the entertainment is more…exotic.”
“You mean half-naked girls dancing on tables,” laughed Faoril. “You couldn’t take your eyes off that Hazian maid last night.”
“The way her hips moved,” Thrak shrugged. “I did not know it was possible.”
I nodded in agreement. The dancer had been breathtaking to watch. I wished I was in heat so I could have watched those hips swivel and writhe as she rode my cock. A treat Thrak no doubt enjoyed with Faoril.