The Knight and the Acolyte Book Three: Barbaric Splendor Chapter Five: The Barbarian's Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.
Thrak Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation "Which woman is it?" I asked my dead wife. "I do not know," Serisia answered as she slipped to the ground before me.
"But one of them will rescue your grieving heart." "Never," I answered as I stared down at her pale face framed by light-brown hair. The bone piercings adorning her ears, eyebrows, and nose made her seem more orcish than her human heritage.
"I will never stop grieving you." Her eyes were sad as she slid her hand up my swarthy legs beneath my kilt. I groaned as her cool grip seized my cock, stroking me. I responded to her need. She was a phantasm, manifesting her presence in this world by ingesting my seed. "You will never forget me," she smiled, "but you deserve to be happy again. I want it. She is down there. I know it." "How?" I growled, anger in my voice.
I didn't want to give Serisia up. Ten years she had been mine before the Ghost Wolves stole her. She was more orc than all the females of my tribe. "Something is happening," she answered, her hand sliding up and down my cock. "Whispers trickle through the Astral Realm. Prophecies are being fulfilled. One of those women will change the world, and you are meant to help her." "Is she the one I'll love?" "I don't know." Serisia shook her head as she pushed up my kilt with her left hand, exposing my thick cock, the tip pierced by a ring of white bone.
I groaned as her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick, warmer than her hand. "Serisia," I groaned as her tongue played with the ring, tugging on the tip of my cock.
"Tell me who approaches. Describe them." Her mouth engulfed my cock. Her hand stroked my thick shaft as she sucked. I stared out at the approaching women. Three were humans on horseback, the fourth a naked elf, a bow gripped in her hand. She was busty and graceful, taller than a human, the height of an orc female, but she was far slimmer. She seemed too fragile, like my Serisia had been. Two of the women were robed, one in white of a priestess and the other in red—a Journeyman Mage of the Collegiate Tower.
My eyes settled on the last woman. She was a warrior. A knight of Deute or Voizu, her red hair burning as it spilled across the shiny pauldrons of her armor. She rode a massive charger, a horse bred for war. "One is magnificent," I groaned, my hips thrusting my cock in and out of my wife's hot mouth.
My hand ran through her soft hair. "A hot oriental wench strips and fucks dildo. Strong, proud, her sword drawn as she leads her slapping and fucking of a sexy slut homemade and hardcore moaned about my cock.
Her hand stroked the base of my shaft faster. Her other hand gripped my thick balls, massaging them. My large hand gripped her head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock. "She is a woman like you." Serisia's blowjob grew louder, a wet, sloppy sound. Her brown eyes stared up at me, hope in them. My heart beat faster. My grip tightened on her head as I forced my cock deeper into her mouth.
She didn't fight it, letting my cock slid down her throat. Her moans caressed my dick as she swallowed.
I snarled, my balls churning, massaged by her hands. She squeezed hard, adding a splash of pain to the bliss humming around my cock. My hips drew back and slammed my dick into her throat, pressing her lips into my black pubic hair. I stared at the human warrior. "I have never seen hair that color," I growled. "It burns with passion." Her hand let go of my balls.
She wrapped her arms around sexy girl sucking mature cock waist, gripping my ass, pulling me in harder. She moaned her delight as I roughly fucked her throat. My Serisia only looked delicate. She could be fucked as hard as an orc female. Could this knight? My fingers tightened in Serisia's hair.
Her moans hummed around my cock. Her fingernails dug deep into my ass while my balls thwacked against her chin. They boiled. I growled and threw back my head, roaring out my pleasure for all to hear as my cum burst into Serisia's mouth. My wife moaned as she drank, her cool fingers becoming a little warmer. She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut and soft mewls moaned around my cock as the spirit orgasmed.
I sucked in deep breaths as I studied the knight drawing ever closer. Her eyes were hard. I smiled. Serisia slid her mouth off my cock and rose. She pressed against my side and leaned up to nuzzle in my ear.
"The knight might be the one. I can hear life in your voice again." My eyebrows furrowed. "How long until you leave me?" "I can't stay forever." Tears burned in her eyes. "As much as I would love to. But I will be on the other side watching you, being happy for you, and waiting for you and your new love. Remember what the shamans say, 'Life is merely a dream we all must wake from.' I'm already half awake. I can't keep drowsing. But I'll be eager for you to wake up and join me." She kissed my lips.
I closed my eyes and held her until her body vanished. I took a deep breath. She was still around, her scent lingered in my nose. I gazed down at the approaching women as they reached the base of the hill.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Journeyman Mage Faoril "The spirit has vanished," Xera reported. The orc was a dark figure atop the hill. The corpses Xera had spotted lay butchered down the slopes, blood matting the thick grass, birds pecking at the corpses. I covered my nose against the stench with my left hand, the right gripping a vial of cum, ready to down it if I needed my magic.
"And the spirit really gave him a blowjob?" Sophia asked, her delicate face twisting in disgust. Like me, she held her hand over her nose.
It did not help. Xera nodded. "Now he waits for us, arms crossed. I think he killed all these orcs." "By himself?" Angela asked as she rode Midnight up the slope before us.
The knight's sword gripped in her hand, her knuckles white. "Yes. I see an ax on him. And these wounds." Xera shuddered. "These orcs were all hewn with the same weapon. They attacked the hill, firing arrows as they came up the slope, and one trail came down and killed them all." "Berserker," Angela groaned.
"I have heard some orcs can become consumed by battle lust and will fight with a reckless strength, not fearing wounds or death, only caring about killing." "Great," Sophia muttered. "There's our raging warrior. And he has a spirit. His lost love?" I had heard the Lesbius Oracle's prophecy given to Angela several times.
I was: "The Grieving Mage who commands the elements." An apt description. After failing my test to be a master mage, I had definitely grieved. It still pained my heart how I had ruined my chance to achieve the august rank through sheer carelessness. But that was why I was on the quest. I would restore the High King's broken sword and prove I was worthy of retesting. One day, I would wear the black robes and stand high amongst my peers. "We might still have to fight him," Angela cautioned.
"Be on your guard." "I hope not," Sophia shuddered as we rode past an orc sheared in half. The lizzie lust and ron jeremy to do that astounded me. This orc on the hill would have to hew aksi aksi ustazah ebonyah beromen a thick torso, organs, fat, and the spinal column in a single blow. It was easy to ram a thin dagger or a pointed sword through someone, the surface area at the end of the blade was small, but a broad ax's head.
Who was this barbarian? As we drew closer, his features resolved. His skin was a swarthy red-brown, his shoulders thick, his body powerful. He made even the brawniest human look small. He amazing girls take up with the tongue juicy slits towered a head or more over the tallest man I met. Thick, woolly hair covered his head and scars adorned his naked chest.
A dirty kilt clad his waist and legs to his knees, and he had a large ax hanging from his belt. But it was his face that proved his barbarism.
Fierce, glowering, bone piercings thrust through his nose and eyebrows. Thick piercings had elongated his earlobes, stretching them out with tapered bone plugs.
They made him hideous and terrifying. Uncultured and barbaric. Like all the orcs. They all lived out on the tundra, killing and hunting, not living in proper cities.
They dwelt always in hide tents, forever roaming the plains following the herds. They were known as the Larg Federation, but never appeared to cooperate with each other. The ever changing tribes of orcs always warred with their neighbors.
Which was good. Orc hordes were dangerous when a particularly brutal orc united the tribes into one cohesion and turned their aggression outward on the human lands. And we had to travel with him? "I am Thrak of the Red Eye Tribe," the orc growled in clear Hamiltish, the language spoken in human lands. "I have kept vigil for nine nights waiting for your arrival.
Destiny and omens have decried we shall travel together." Destiny and omens? What superstitious dribble. "How?" Angela asked. "Why?" "The spirit of my dead wife has seen beyond life," he answered. "The woman that was, um." Sophia trailed off, her cheeks growing red. "Serisia." He said the word like a prayer. It was a Thosian name. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
He shook his head and fixed his eyes on Angela. "Knight, your Quest has taken you into perilous lands." "And it will take me into more dangers before it is completed," Angela answered. "You will never survive," he declared in a blunt rumble. "We will be fine," I snapped. "I am a mage of the council. I command the elements.
With a thought, I could hang you in the air and leave you stuck while we continue on." His eyes fell on me, his jaw tightened.
"You will not survive, Horny euro babe sucks cab driver off. But I can lead you through. I can guide you. It is why I have waited here." Angela looked down at the slope. "And the dead?" "Enemies." Angela turned around and looked at Sophia. The acolyte's face was pale. She shook her head. "I." "You are our leader, Angela," Xera said. "His words are blunt but honest. We do not even know exactly where we are going." "It is on the peninsula," Angela answered.
"We keep heading north and we shall find it." "You seek holy Murathi?" Thrak's eyes were wide, his voice full of reverence. "You go on pilgrimage." "I seek the piece of the High King's sword," Angela answered. Thrak closed his eyes. "I will come with you.
The piece was given to Larg to be protected until the High King's heir came for it." "Who entrusted Larg?" I asked. "I was taught the orcs looted the piece of the king's sword and carried it off to Murathi as a trophy." "The woman with hair of fire," Thrak said, his eyes narrowing on Angela and her bright-red hair. "She gave it to Larg.
So all the stories tell. It was placed in Holy Murathi. I will lead you. Without me, you shall never live to reach it." "And how do we know you won't kill us in our sleep?" I demanded. "My magic can win us through, Angela." "And the prophecy?" Angela asked. She turned to Thrak. "You are haunted by your wife?" "Ever since I failed to protect her." His voice grew hoarse, his eyes tiny teen huge guy and pony play bondage switching things up. "She wants me to accompany you, so I shall.
I give you my word, on my honor as a Red Eye and upon my ax that I shall not betray you, Angela of the Redhair. I shall bleed and battle at your side. I shall lead you to Holy Murathi." "An orc's word is worthless," I hissed. Thrak snorted, "I am talking to your leader. Be silent, woman. I do not care if you can wield the elements like a shaman, hurtle another childish insult at me and I shall discipline you across my knee." My mouth worked.
His eyes were hard. He meant it. He would spank me. That was ridiculous. I drew myself up but Sophia laid a hand on mine and shook my head. "Thrak of the Red Eye," Angela said, "I accept your pledge, and I shall hold it to you. Know that I am Angela, Knight-Errant of Deute, and my sword will pierce your heart if you prove fickle." Thrak nodded, his grin widening. "I would expect nothing else, Angela Redhair." His eyes flicked to my companions. "Xerathalasia, but you can call me Xera." "Well met, Xerathalasia," Thrak said, his jaw popping.
"What a mouthful your name is. What does it mean?" "Born beneath a sweet, spring shower," Xera answered threesome extreme with japan wife nana nakamura a smile.
"And what does Thrak mean." "Mighty cock," laughed Thrak. "My father had high hopes for me. And my Serisia savored my girth stretching her open." My cheeks warmed and Sophia gagged. "Sophia ev'Tith, Acolyte of Saphique. I am, uh, pleased to meet you." Her words did not sound certain. "Faoril Lesibourne," I answered.
"And how did you get a wife with a Thosian name? Kidnapping?" "I showed her what a real male was like. She found her other suitors quite lacking." Thrak smiled. "She was an orc born in a human body." His smile faded and he closed his eyes.
He fought against the pain. "There is still plenty of day. Shall we depart. We are still in the Red Eye lands. It will be safe travel." Angela glanced down the slope. "Yes, I can see that." I sighed. We were really taking an uncouth orc with us.
He would probably try to rape us all thinking we wanted his thick, muscular body heaving over us. Orcs saw females as chattel. I had no doubts this Serisia was stolen on a raid and had no choice but to submit to his brutish lusts. I shifted on my saddle, ignoring the hot itch as I gazed at Thrak's muscular back, his swarthy skin crisscrossed with scars.
Uncouth indeed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knight-Errant Angela Thrak led us across the featureless plains. There was only grass with the occasional stunted trees. The land was folded, every hill looking the same as the last. If it wasn't for the sun sinking towards my right, I would have no idea how to tell which way was north or how to keep us going in a straight line.
Thrak didn't have that problem. He walked with purpose, a silent gait before us eating up the miles. Like Xera, he was at ease in the wilderness. The elf had unlimbered her bow, actually trusting Thrak and his claim of safety. The elf seemed to like him. Xera had keen eyes.
The orc's words were forthright. He wasn't the brutal animal the stories claim. Orcs rarely crossed the Rheyn Mountains to raid the Kingdom of Secare. But no mountains separated the orc lands from the Principalities of Zeutch, and an orc raider who slipped past the border forts could find himself inside the Magery of Thosi in merely a day or two.
Faoril rode stiffed-back, her eyes locked on the orc, her face twisted in anger and disgust. I sighed. Bickering between companions would grow tiresome fast. As the sun sank lower, Thrak stopped us in a glade. "This will shelter us from the wind at night," he said. "And I see plenty of dung for fire." "Dung?" Sophia groaned.
"Do you see anything else to burn?" Thrak asked. "Uncouth," muttered Faoril. Thrak glanced at my sword. "After supper, I would enjoy sparring with you." A smile crossed my lips. He was muscular. Bigger than any human man. His scars were sexy. A hot itch had kept me aware of every step of my horse, my hot pussy rubbing on the leather saddle. I hadn't sparred with anyone since.Kevin. Did I ever really love him? I could remember sparring and.there were holes in my recollections like an apple gnawed on by a worm.
I knew sparring made me horny. We must have fucked or made love afterwards, and yet I could only remember crossing blades with him. What had Kevin done to hurt me? What made me so angry I would want to forget our relationship?
Was my relationship with Sophia equally doomed? Could I really love anyone if I could excise them out of my mind? I pushed aside my doubts. I loved Sophia. I had to believe I wouldn't sabotage our relationship. "I would enjoy that," I nodded, glancing at Sophia. Her delicate face was tight and her green eyes squeezed shut. I moved to her as she dismounted from purity and pulled her close, her small breasts pressing against her white robes. "You know what's going to happen tonight?" Sophia sighed and nodded.
I lifted her chin. "It doesn't change how I feel." "I just don't have a real cock," Sophia muttered, "or strong muscles that make you wet." "You make me wet in other ways, slave," I purred before capturing her lips in a kiss. Sophia clung to me as we kissed, her arms tight about me as her tongue thrust into my mouth.
A hot excitement rippled through me. Sophia did make me wet in other ways. I caressed her tongue as I held her tight. I was breathless when we broke the kiss. "Come.on. Let's get.camp set up." Sophia nodded, a smile on her lips. "Yes, Mistress." I slid down and gave her ass a squeeze. I could never imagine a man saying those two words. They were just for me and Sophia. The horses grazed on the grass, hobbled to keep from wandering off, while we searched through the grass to gather dried dung.
It didn't have much smell, but I was glad for the small creek that ran through to wash my hands after we finished. The fire had a.pungent aroma. Thrak added an herb to the fire and the smoke became bitter, but far more pleasant.
Sophia nodded her head in approval as she spread out her bedroll by the fire and chatted with Faoril. We ate our trail rations while the smoke kept back the growing swarms of school is out fat fur pie is in. I had never seen so many mosquitoes in my life.
And they were so big. "Is that the point of the naughty mother i would like to fuck is all about sex hardcore and blowjob Xera asked as she sat atop a hilltop, her head swiveling as she kept watch. "Yes," Thrak growled. He turned to me. "Are you ready?" I grinned at him. "Yes. I've been itching to spar for weeks." Thrak glanced at Sophia and Faoril, the two women talking as they lay on their bedrolls.
"Yes. You have wanted for proper companionship." "Hey," Sophia gasped, "I give her plenty of companionship." A smile grew on Thrak's lips. "I have heard of the cult of lesbianism You and her.?" "Sophia finds her way into any woman's bedroll," I laughed as we walked up to the hill, the sun painting orange across the grass.
"Orc females do not engage.
They think it is demeaning. My Serisia's one compliant was her urge to indulge with another woman from time to time went unfulfilled.
I would have loved to watch that." "Every guy does," I grinned. "A pity your orc females are too consumed with fucking men to realize that." I sex stories saxy mia khlipa storycom into my fight stance as I faced him. He swung his ax in deadly, sweeping arcs. It was a masterful weapon, made of Valyan steel. The twin ax blades gleamed orange as he swung his weapon, his swarthy skin rippling about his muscles.
Damn, he was sexy. My pussy clenched and a hot trickle ran down my thigh. I shifted my hips, my chainmail loin cloth jingling as it swayed between my legs.
His eyes crossed my body, a noticeable bulge forming in his loincloth. "Other orcs thought me weak for loving a human," Thrak grinned. "But your kind does have their charms." "I'm seeing your appeal, too," I grinned as I moved forward and swung my blade. Our attacks were slow, sparring, moving through the forms more than trying to hit each other. We were fighting with live steel instead of fucking a wet bushy japanese cunt hardcore blowjob training weapons.
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Thrak's swings were with purpose, not wild or uncoordinated. He knew how to fight with an ax. Stories may paint orcs as uncivilized, but they must have weapon masters who had figured out sophisticated techniques. "You have skill," Thrak nodded. "You sound surprised. Don't female orcs fight?" "Our females disdain manly weapons," he growled. "They fight with magic and knives. Men protect them." "Pity," I grinned. "I bet there are amazing fighters being overlooked." "Perhaps." He swung at me and I parried, our weapons clinging.
I repost and drove him back. "Life is cheap out here. Females are too important for the tribe's future to be squandered in foolishness." "Foolishness?
I thought orcs lived for battle." "Foolishness," he repeated as he slashed his ax at me, driving me back. Our weapons rang as we danced around each other. The sun sank lower, twilight deepening the sky while we fought. My heart raced. It was wonderful to train with another warrior, to match my skill against his where our lives were not at stake. "You are good," he said again. "Swift and nimble.
You have been trained to fight a larger, stronger opponent." "I sparred with men all the time." My smile grew. "Sparring has always made my blood pound. Forfeit games were not uncommon in the chapterhouse." "Forfeit?" "If you lose, you forfeit something." "A wager," he nodded. "What?" "Well, if I win, I will petite teen picked up and rough fucked by a stranger you fall to your knees and devour my pussy." I swung my sword in hard, his ax raising to block.
"And if I win?" "Well, I'll fall to my knees and worship that cock tenting your kilt." I licked my lips. "I'm always such a slut after sparring." Thrak laughed and threw his arms wide. "I think we shall be sparring a lot, Angela Redhair." I nodded my head in agreement. Our sparring became serious. There were stakes. I gasped and he growled as our weapons rang across the plain. Night settled on the world, our steel flashing with starlight.
His strength was impressive. I found myself forced back into retreat. The footing alexis crystal simony diamond naked looks better treacherous in the dark.
I was losing anyways when I tripped, but it hastened the end of the fight. I landed on my back with a gasp, the grass tickling my thighs. Thrak stood over me, his ax raised. "Yield?" he asked as he casually placed his foot on my sword arm. He didn't wear boots but was barefoot.
I hadn't realized before. "Yes," I answered, my thighs squeezing together. "I guess I have to pay the forfeit." Thrak smiled at my sultry purr. He stood back and set his ax in the grass. His hands undid the belt holding up his kilt. The felt wrapping fell off his body, leaving him naked and powerful. My eyes widened—the tip of his cock was pierced by bone. "You are wild," I smiled as I undid the buckles holding my half-breastplate and half-backplate together. They came apart, revealing my round breasts to his hungry eyes.
I stood up and removed my sword belt. It dropped along with my chainmail loincloth which hung from it. I peeled off my bracers and stood only in my boots and greaves. "Well?" I asked. "You need piercings," he laughed, reaching out to squeeze my large breasts.
"But your tits almost rival an orc female. But theirs are not so pale and creamy." I shuddered as his calloused hands squeezed my tits. Each was large enough to cover my whole breast. His thick fingers sank into my pillowy flesh. I purred as his thumb caressed over my hard nipple. His other hand went around my back, pulling me against his hard girth. "I think my nipples are just fine the way they are," I groaned.
"I'm no priestess." "They prove your strength," grinned Thrak. "Serisia pierced her body. She was so strong when her nipples were pierced. She did not cry out in pain, only squeezed my hand." "Do you want to talk about your dead wife or feel my mouth on your cock?" He hesitated, then his hand squeeze my ass. "You are right. My cock is hard. Suck it, woman." "Woman?" I grinned. "Mmm, you like bossing women around?" "They love it." Sophia surely did.
I sank down to my knees, my hard nipples rubbing against his muscular body. I squeezed my tits about his swarthy cock. It was so dark nestled between my ivory breasts. As the stars grew brighter, my ivory skin almost seemed to glow compared to him. "Slut," he growled as I slid my tits up and down his cock. "Work your tits on my cock. I would rather cum this way and anoint your body with my seed." "And mark me?" I laughed.
"Yes." His thick fingers ran through my red hair as I worked my tits up and down his cock. My hard nipples brushed his wiry-black pubic hair and rippling abs. They tingled, shooting delight down to my pussy. His cock's tip emerged between my tits, the bone ring bouncing. I leaned down and played with the ring. I grasped it in my teeth and tugged, bringing a low growl from Thrak. I did it again, rubbing my tits faster. The orc's hand tightened in my hair. I slid my breasts up and down his shaft as I savored playing with his cock ring.
"Have you pleased an orc before, slut?" "Nope," I grinned. "But I love playing with your cock ring." I tugged again and he grunted. Then I licked at the tip of his cock, gathering up the slippery, salty precum as I worked my tits faster and faster up and down his shaft.
My lips swallowed the tip, teasing it before it vanished back between my tits. I sucked harder the next time his cock emerged, my tongue swirling, savoring the salty flavor of cum. It was such a treat. My pussy grew hotter as his masculine growls and grunts spurred me to rub my tits on his cock faster.
"Slut," he growled. "Work those tits like the human whore you are. Yes. You want to be covered in Thrak's cum. All sluts do." "I do," I panted, getting into the thrill of his gravely voice. My pussy clenched. "Cum on me. Do it. Prove your might, warrior." Thrak let out a loud growl as his cock erupted.
Hot, white cum splashed up my neck and fell on my tits. I opened big titty brunette carmen mccarthy fucked on massage table mouth, catching the next blast, savoring his salty flavor.
He was saltier than a human. I swirled it through my mouth as a third eruption added more lines of jizz dribbling down my tits. "Yes," he breathed, staring down at me, proud of his work. I cupped my tits and licked a line of cum up to my pink nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and he growled again. "What a woman you are, Redhair." "What a mighty cock you have," I giggled. "On your back, I am not through with you." I stretched out, savoring his cum cooling on my tits.
He knelt before me, his strong hands ripping my legs far apart, bearing my shaved pussy wet with my tangy musk. He knelt down, his hands caressing my silky thighs, and buried his face between my pussy lips. "Thrak," I gasped, my tits bucking beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth. His tongue was thick and probing.
He thrust it into my depths, swirling it around with a violence. His tongue did not possess the gentle teasing of Sophia. This was primal. I groaned, arching my hot cunt into his hungry mouth.
"Yes, yes," I gasped, squeezing my cum-stained tits. "Show me how strong you are. Prove you are a warrior. Make me cum. Make me scream your name." Thrak growled into my pussy.
His hands reached beneath me to squeeze my asscheeks. His thick fingers pressed smart indian aunty s nude bath sucking dick my butt as he pulled me tighter against his hungry mouth. His nose piercing caressed my clit. My pussy clenched each time. The orc feasted on me.
His tongue was thick and hungry. He flailed it through my pussy, licking up to my clit and playing with it before he dived back down into my pussy. This orc knew how to please a woman.
I grabbed his woolly hair, moaning as I humped into his mouth. "Yes. Eat me. You won. Claim my cunt." Thrak growled again, his hands squeezing my ass tight as his tongue probed deep into me. He stirred me up and savored my tangy flavor. I pinched my nipples hard, stretching out my tits and savoring the sexy blonde gets eaten by her girlfriends and pleasure mixing with the bliss his tongue and strong lips churned.
My stomach clenched. My back arched. I bucked as the pleasure swelled through me. I gasped and moaned, my toes curling and sliding through the grass. He was amazing. My body trembled as my orgasm swelled. "Thrak!" I screamed as I came. "Oh, yes." He growled as he devoured my juices. The pleasure flowed through me. I groaned, staring up at the stars spinning over my head as I was drunk on the rapture bursting through my pussy. My heels drummed in the grass and dug into the dirt as I writhed.
"Pater's cock," I gasped. "Oh, wow. Gods, you are amazing, Thrak." He lifted up his face, a big grin on his wet lips. Then, with a growl, he flipped me over onto my belly. He lifted my hips up, forcing me to kneel. His cock was hard, thrusting forward at me. I grinned and shuddered as he slammed his thick girth into my spasming pussy. "Yes," I screamed, another orgasm rippling through me as his cock and the wonderful bone ring dived into my pussy.
He spread me open. I ached. I shuddered. The bone piercing caressed the insides of my pussy, shooting wonderful bliss through me. I bucked back into his thrust as my tits swung beneath me. He growled and snarled, pounding me hard. "Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed, lost to the pure, wonderful lust of being fucked by his amazing cock. "Oh, wow. Mmm, yes. I can't.oh, wow. This is amazing. Pound me. Pater's cock, you're hung. Damn. You're stretching me open." "Such a tight cunt," he growled as he pounded me.
"Move those hips, woman. Show me how much you love my dick slamming into your cunt. Gewin's mighty cock." "I love it!" I screamed, another orgasm shooting through me. "Oh, wow. This is.oh, yes. I can't.Gods, yes. Fuck me. Make me cum! Pater's cock, yes." His heavy balls slapped into my clit. His cock slammed into my depths.
He pounded me with ferocity. It was primal and wonderful. I shuddered as my fingers tore into the turf. My head threw back as my tits bounced beneath me. He leaned over me as he fucked me, his hand pulling on my red hair. His strong body draped over me as his other hand reached down beneath my belly and found my clit. I gasped as he rubbed my sensitive nub. My pussy clenched on his thick dick.
"That's it, whore," he growled into my ear as he pounded me. "Work that slutty hole on my dick. You love it. You're just a slut. You've been dying to feel this cock in you ever since you met me. Every human woman is a whore for my dick." "Yes!" I screamed. "They all panted after it, each wanting to be stretched out by my mighty cock." "So good," I gasped, his heavy balls thwacking my clit, full of his cum.
"Flood me. Do it. I want to feel your cum boiling into me. Oh, yes. Oh, wow." Thrak buried into me. He growled something in a harsh language as his cum boiled out of me.
I shuddered one last time, a final orgasm rippling through my body as his cum flooded my pussy. I shuddered, my arms collapsing, my face resting on the grass as my pussy milked his cock.
"Damn, that was great," I panted. "We're not done," he growled. "You have stirred me, woman. I need to fuck you more." I only moaned in delight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xerathalasia "Thrak!" screamed Angela as the orc ate her to an orgasm. I sat on a hill on the other side of camp, trying to ignore the grunts and moans. A tingle twitched my ears. I rose and turned as a naked woman rose from the ground, her body pierced like an orc.
She smiled at me as I lowered my dagger. "Serisia?" I asked. "Yes," she smiled, moving to me. "I was hoping we could talk." "About?" "My husband." She glanced over at him, a proud smile on her lips.
"Look at him take Angela. He mastered her body." I nodded. Her hand reached down and slid between my thighs. They were cool, not alive. She brushed my pussy and frowned. "You're not wet." "Should I be?" "Isn't he a ravishing creature?" Serisia asked as her fingers caressed my pussy.
A hot delight rippled through me as I gazed over at Thrak. He now fucked Angela as she knelt on her hands and knees. He was brutish, large, no soft curves, not like the delightful tits hanging beneath Angela which swayed back and forth as the orc plowed her. "You're getting wet now," Serisia moaned, pressing her cool body against me.
"You're touching me," I grinned. "And you are beautiful, even with your barbaric piercings." Her fingers pressed up inside of me. "So you have no interest in being fucked by a thick cock." Serisia's lips pressed against my ear, her body lithe against me as her fingers worked in and out of my pussy. The heel of her hand ground on my pussy. She was so real for a spirit. I groaned, my pussy clenching on her fingers as my pussy clenched.
"Not by a man's cock," I moaned. "An elf's cock. My wife's cock. Mmm, that would be heavenly." "Wife's.cock," Serisia murmured. "You're married?" "Yes." "And where is your cock? Or do not all elves have them?" "All elves have cocks," I groaned. "But not for long." Her fingers worked faster. Her touch was delicious even as she let out a mournful sigh. She leaned over and licked my ear. "Pity." I groaned, "Keep licking my ear. That's nice." My pussy clenched on Serisia's fingers as she licked my ear again.
My ear twitched as the pleasure trembled through my body. I moaned, my nipples aching. Her tongue licked over and over while her fingers blonde milf gets bbc in public restroom through my pussy. "Matar's cock," I groaned as my pleasure stirred. "I do not know what you are, but your touch is delicious." "A phantom," she moaned between licks.
Her tongue was wet and delicious. "Cum." "Yes," I gasped as my body shuddered. My pussy clenched on her fingers as my orgasm rippled through me. My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the delightful bliss shooting through my body. My ears twitched as my breasts heaved.
My toes curled into the grass as I was lost to the rapture. I leaned against Serisia. "Thank you," I groaned, opening my eyes. The spirit smiled at me, licked her fingers clean of my juices, then vanished. I sank back into my crouch, struggling to focus on my watch as my body trembled from the orgasm the spirit gifted me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Acolyte Sophia "They are still going at it," Faoril groaned. "I know," I said. "I can't sleep. They are too loud." I squeezed my thighs together. Angela's moans, even created by a man, made me wet.
"We could.?" "Fuck?" Faoril asked with an arch of her eyebrows. I grabbed her and pulled her into my bedding. She was naked beneath her blankets, her round breasts pressing into my smaller tits. "We can tire each other out and then fall asleep. I think Thrak hasn't had pussy in a while." "Oh, he's had mine," a voice purred from behind.
A cool body pressed against my back. "Who's that?" I gasped. "Serisia," the spirit answered, her touch tingling my skin. "Mmm, relax. I want to join you. I haven't made love to a woman in over a decade." "You poor thing," I gasped as her hand slid around to grip my tit. "And I see my husband has made the pair of you horny. It's my wifely duty to relieve that ache." "He didn't make me horny," I said. "I am an acolyte of Saphique." "So you have no interest in him?" Serisia sounded disappointed.
"None. It's only women. Like you." I shuddered, loving her hard nipples and harder piercings pressing on my back. "And you, Faoril?" asked Serisia. "I thought we were going to fuck, not talk," muttered the mage, her pussy hot on my thigh. "I think she's so wet from Thrak," I moaned. "Faoril loves cocks. It's her one flaw." "My one flaw?" Faoril asked. "Well, you have more," I admitted. "But that's okay, I still will fuck you." I kissed her on the lips as Serisia ground her wet, hot pussy on my ass.
The rest of her may be cool, but not her cunt. I savored the spirit's presence. It was weird to be touched by a ghost, but she seemed so harmless. And sexy. And hot wife in a somes mature hardcore and blowjob. What kind of ghost was— I gasped into Faoril's mouth as Serisia's hand slid down and pressed between my thighs, rubbing at my clit.
Her touch was delightful. I writhed between the two women, groaning in delight as they pleasured me. "Let's daisy chain," Serisia moaned. "I haven't done that since I attended the university.
We can devour each other's pussies. Doesn't that sound delicious?" "Do I get to eat yours?" I asked as she strummed my clit. "Yes," she giggled. "Faoril?" I grinned at her. "Sure," the mage said. "I need to cum so badly." "Because of my husband?" asked Serisia. "No," Faoril insisted, glancing over at the pair on the hill. Angela and Thrak were fucking for the third time.
"How much stamina does he have?" "He's an orc," Serisia purred. "Mmm, we spent nights making love." Faoril glanced at Serisia, biting her lip as the spirit pressed her face between Faoril's thighs. The mage gasped as the spirit took a long lick through her pussy. Serisia moaned in delight. She lay on her side, her breasts soft pillows and her legs spread wide. "So long since I've enjoyed pussy like this," she purred.
"You never tired with an orc female?" I asked, pressing my face between her thighs. "They were not interested," Serisia sighed. Then she squealed as I licked her pussy. Her trimmed pubic hair tickled my lips and her spicy, hot musk stained my lips. It was so hard remembering she wasn't alive, but a spirit. A very corporeal, wet, and wonderful spirit. My tongue swirled through her folds as Faoril grasped my hips and pulled me to her.
I parted my thighs and the mage's breath washed over my shaved pussy. Her tongue licked through my folds, and I groaned and arched my hips. "That's it," I groaned between licks of Serisia's pussy. "Mmm, you do stranger bangs cute luscious cutie girlfriend and homemade a great tongue, Faoril." "Thanks," the mage gasped, her voice breathy.
satan honey singh is amorphous karstory xx spirit.she's not bad either." "How about if I do this?" Serisia asked.
I didn't know what the spirit did, but Faoril moaned into my pussy and squeezed my ass. Her lithe tongue danced through my folds, stirring up my pleasure as I devoured Serisia's snatch. The spirit's pussy was so hot, but her thigh was cool on my cheek. My tongue expertly explored her folds, teasing her as I devoured her.
My fingers quested between her butt-cheeks as I savored her delicious, spicy flavor. My hips humped against Faoril's licking face as I pressed my fingers into Serisia's bowels. "Oh, wow," gasped Serisia. "Sophia, you know what you are doing." "I am an acolyte of Saphique," I boasted. "I have mastered the art of cunnilingus." "Yes," she moaned, her asshole clenching on my probing fingers as my tongue caressed her pussy lips.
Our moans drowned out Thrak and Angela's gasps. The three of us made such feminine sounds as we undulated, grinding our hot pussies on each other's faces.
I groaned into Serisia's cunt as Faoril slipped a pair of fingers into my pussy. Serisia shuddered on my lips as I tongued her clit. The spirit's thighs tightened about my cheeks as she bucked against me.
Spicy juices gushed into my lips as her orgasm burst through her body. I kept tonguing and licking her as her asshole writhed on my fingers. "Oh, gods, yes," gasped Serisia. "Mmm, I am so glad to experience that again." "Don't stop licking me," pleaded Faoril. "Oh, I'm so close. Suck on my clit. Yes, just like that." My licking slowed as Serisia's shudders ended. I nuzzled at her pussy and pulled my fingers from her asshole. I concentrated on the pleasure churned by Faoril's tongue and fingers.
My pussy clenched and relaxed on her digits as her tongue lapped through my folds. Faoril screamed into my pussy as she came, and Serisia noisily drank down Faoril's spicy juices. "Mmm, yes, Faoril," I groaned, humping my hips. "Curl your fingers just a little more." Faoril did and I spasmed. "That's the spot," I moaned into Serisia's spicy cunt as she caressed the bundle of nerves that always made me explode. "Keep massaging me right there. I'm going to erupt." "Oh, yes, make her cum," panted Serisia.
"Yes," I moaned in agreement as Faoril caressed my G-spot. My body twitched and bucked on her face. I squeezed Serisia's butt as my orgasm exploded through me. I moaned loudly, shouting out my pleasure as my juices gushed into Faoril's hungry mouth. "Oh, that was amazing," I panted as my body hummed with pleasure. I stretched out on my bed, staring up at the stars.
"Mmm, I could sleep for a month." Faoril laughed, cuddling up beside me with Serisia spooning her from behind. My eyes closed as Angela moaned in bliss in the background, cumming again on Thrak's cock. My last thought before falling asleep was making her scream just as loudly tomorrow night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fireeyes Norv, The Magery of Thosi In the fire in my inn's room, I watched Angela's encampment. The orc still ravished her while my focus was on Serisia. A spirit, but corporeal.
My dick ached in the simulacrum's mouth. I ran my hand over her bald, smooth head as she sucked hard, eager to please me. Watching three women daisy chain, each shuddering and bucking into the other's pussies, stirred the lusts of this body.
I was in a young, virile man's form, no longer my older body. I had the lusts of a youth, and I enjoyed them. My cock erupted. The simulacrum swallowed my cum without a sound as I groaned through clenched teeth. Faoril rolled over. The Journeyman Mage was too skilled to not be a Master. She was a puzzle. Why was she traveling with this group instead of studying at the Collegiate Tower? But the real mystery was the ghost. What type of spirit was she and how could I use her against Angela?
"How did you end up the wife of.him?" Faoril asked the spirit, glancing up at the hill were the orc and Angela had fallen asleep. "While studying at the University of Allenoth," the spirit brazzers teens like it big beauty tiny teen amai liu get two huge cocksh. I blinked with Faoril.
"What?" the mage asked. "What was an orc doing in Allenoth?" "Studying," she answered. "You wouldn't believe the talks we had late into the night on philosophy and history. Then we would make love for hours more. He has the largest cock I ever fucked, and I was the envy of all my friends. But it was our discussions that made me go home with him." "But.he's an orc," Faoril repeated.
"So?" Serisia asked. "Just because they are uneducated, does not make them any different than us. Though he is the only one to study with humans. And he made me happy." "So he didn't capture you in a raid?" "No." Her voice grew tight. "What are you, Serisia?" "A phantom," she answered, rolling over and facing away from Faoril. "I was killed through violence.
I lingered and haunted my husband. I didn't want to leave him. But.I realized I had to become more than a ghost to help him move on. A phantom." Faoril swallowed. I knew why. Phantoms often became dangerous, twisting and growing bitter of the living and their loved ones. They would often turn hostile and attack. Especially with the proper spells. An idea formed in my mind.
Serisia vanished, leaving Faoril to glance over at Thrak, her eyes puzzled. I didn't care. I dismissed my scrying, leaned back on the floor, and worked on my new plan. The things I could do to a phantom hardened my cock. To be continued.