A Brief Respite

Scape (Hentaifoundry)

Desc: Ema, know by the nom de guerre of 'The Queen's Lynx' is the most deadly agent and assasin in her majesties arsenal. After a good hunt there's nothing the noblewoman loves more than to retire to a hidden convent for a few hours of the most mind searing, all consuming pleasure she can experience.

No matter how much she begs for it to stop.

Warning, contains: Futa, Urethra insertion, Docking, cum inflation, and extreme Ahegao.

Chapter 1 - Training the new girl

“Here you are your ladyship. Enjoy the performance.” The steward offered in a hushed tone as he backed away from the luxurious balcony seat, unable to help running his eyes over the lean, yet curvaceous form of the noblewoman before him. Her long, golden blonde hair cascaded down her back, billowing out like a cloak before tapering back down to where a large black bow ornately decorated with gold gathered it back together. The colors of the bow and her hair perfectly accented the long black dress covering almost her entire body.

“Thank you very much.” She smiled, reaching into her handbag to pull out a small pair of opera glasses, raising them to her baby blue eyes as the lights lowered and the steward excused himself, silently pulling the curtains shut behind him.

She watched the performers on the stage, smiling at their passion and skill. She was so enjoying the opera that she almost felt disappointed when the curtain of the far balcony rustled open, a brief hint of light spilling in from the corridor behind before it was pulled shut once again.

She tapped a small sigil on the side of the opera glasses and the spells and servos in the tiny viewing device cast the world in a wash of greenish light. She could see the huge Orc lowering himself into the small chair as though he was sitting at the next table in a café at noon. A small woman nervously took a seat next to him, glancing fearfully at the broad-shouldered Orc. He reached over, draping a huge arm over her shoulder and the woman gulped nervously.

Ema lowered the opera glasses and reached into her handbag, producing a pair of black leather gauntlets lined with buckles and armor of gold and brass. Runes and sigils lined the finely made gloves and a trio of large curved claws made of the finest enchanted Damascus steel swept from the backs of the gloves.

“Hello darlings. I missed you.” She purred, running her leather gloved fingers sensually over her own body, trailing them from her neck and breasts, all the way down to the hard bulge near her groin. The razor-sharp tips of the claws trailed over the fine fabric of her dress as she did, slicing the tailored garment so cleanly that it fell away in pieces, revealing the form fitting leather body suit she wore underneath.

“That’s more like it.” She moaned, running her fingers over the magical golden pieces of armor that perfectly molded themselves to her body. She teased her fingertips through the large keyhole opening and along the swell of her large, perfect breasts. Her skin felt like it was aflame with pleasure as the countless arcane and cybernetic augments incorporated seamlessly into her body made every sensation that much more powerful and already she could feel her cock hardening against the tight crotch of her bodysuit.

Her skills had made her a lady of the realm, but it was the black and golden armor that had earned her the nickname ‘The Queen’s Lynx’.

“Now for the real fun.” She smiled stepping onto the railing of the small balcony. The high heels of her boots clicked softly as she adjusted her stance, lowering into a slight crouch before pushing off.

Twisting in midair, she landed perfectly against the wall in a flat-out sprint. The curve of the wall rose up to meet her as she sprinted silently along her body low, arms held out behind her to either side as she ran.

The large orc looked up, eyes widening in surprise before a trio of long, clean slices appeared across his neck and he slumped silently forward as Ema touched two fingertips to the railing of the balcony, flipping silent to her feet as the woman opened her mouth to scream.

In a flash Ema had a leather gloved hand covering the girl’s mouth. “Shh, it’s rude to talk during the performance.” She smiled, reaching with her other hand to push the body of the huge man from the chair and helping herself to his seat.

“Please, just let me go…I don’t know anyth…” A finger pressed to the woman’s lips, silencing her heartfelt plea.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m not interested in what you know. I’m just responsible for getting you the people who are.” She smiled.

=---=

“Your aid and discretion in this matter are appreciated as always your ladyship.” The black masked man in a bowler derby bowed as Ema handed over the gagged and tied up girl who was the true head of one of the largest crime syndicates in the city. The girl glanced past the man to the magic circle in the center of the room, along with the countless cruel and wicked looking torture devices lining the walls.

“Are you sure you cannot stay to observe? Oswald always appreciates an audience.” The man offered, gesturing to a large Orc man carefully sharpening a long, thin blade.

“Perhaps another time. I have a prior appointment.” Ema smiled as she showed herself out.

“But of course. I shall have your payment delivered immediately.” The man bowed.

She stepped outside to find a carriage waiting for her, the four Lipizzaner class cyborgs standing by patiently. Stepping inside she input the destination and sat back, breathing in a sigh of satisfaction at another job completed.

The four cybernetic horses trotted forward, the entire carriage emerging through the far wall of a dead-end alley.

As the city swept by, Ema reached down, undoing the fastenings of her armor, gasping in relief as ten inches of thick throbbing womanhood sprang forth, bucking in time with her heartbeat.

“Oh yes!” She moaned, teasing her fingers along her hard, sensitive member. Of all the improvements she’d made to her body, none were more numerous than the ones she’d made to that part. Sensitivity, stamina, recovery, sperm production, every top of the line modification and spell had been assimilated.

Leaning back in the seat she teased her fingertips over her hard length before moving to the head. Spreading her slit wide she gazed down into the fleshy tunnel, feeling a shiver of excitement at the glistening wetness rising inside and dripping slowly out of her. “So much pre.” She moaned lustily as she watched the delicious nectar drip out of her. Slowly she stroked her length, starting at the bottom of her shaft and moving upwards, moaning and quivering as it spilled out of her, splashing onto her smooth, hairless groin and dripping down the sides of her hips to coat the seat of the carriage. There was so much that as she shifted her hips, she could feel herself sliding in her own copious precum.

“That’s it, get nice and heavy with that hot cum.” She moaned to her own balls as she felt them getting hotter and hotter with backed up seed. It had only been a few hours since she’d last emptied her balls and already they were so filled with hot, potent seed that she could put the most virile breeding stud in the royal stables to shame. Over and over she slid her fingers over her length, squeezing out her oozing, dripping precum over and over. The scent of it was heavy in the air and her slit opened and closed on its own, eager for what was to cum.

Pinching just underneath the tip with one hand, she reached down with the other, cupping her smooth, pre slicked balls and moaning as they twitched in her hands as the flowing precum reached the tip and stopped, thanks to the tight grip of her fingers.

“Yes, more, more!” She moaned as the augments riddled throughout her body responded to her wishes both spoken and subconscious. Her balls gurgled and groaned, swelling in size as more and more cum brewed at breakneck speeds to satisfy her desires. Amongst the many alterations she’d made to her body, one of the most profound was the addition new nerve endings all throughout her urethra. As the tide of precum found itself stopped by the dam of her pinched off passage, she was acutely aware of the mounting pressure inside her urethra.

“Just…hold…it…” Flexing her abs she clenched down, squeezing out another massive glob of precum. The pressure in her sensitive passage skyrocketed so suddenly that Ema could feel her ass clenching as the sensations began to send her entire body into overdrive. She could feel herself sweating underneath her armor, biting her lip to keep from screaming as her urethra bulged obscenely with backed up precum. She clenched again, letting go of her death-grip at the same time.

A clear, glistening column of precum erupted from the tip of her cock hitting the ceiling of the carriage and splashing in every direction.

Ema opened her mouth, panting and gasping wantonly as she caught her own juices on her tongue. The next spurt didn’t reach quite as high but with her lightning reflexes she lunged forward, catching most of it in midair. Much of it ended on her face, between her breasts and in her hair, not that she minded. If anything she utterly loved the feeling.

“I can’t take it anymore!” She moaned, craning her head down as she thrust her hips upwards. Bending sinuously she wrapped her soft, full lips around the tip, kissing it slowly and lovingly, teasing her tongue around the head, lovingly licking up the clear precum that had coated her entire length over and over again.

“More!” She moaned, her fingers digging into the cheeks of her own ass as she bent double, desperately trying to worship more of her own magnificent cock. All the other augments were merely a means of gathering the funds to satisfy her twisted addiction. She clamped her lips around the head of her cock, eyelids fluttering at the overwhelming sensations coursing through her as she teased the tip of her tongue against the slit. Already she could feel her large balls tensing with the need to cum and moaned around the tip as her cock throbbed and bucked, her own cum flooding her mouth as she screamed in orgasmic bliss. She didn’t care how loud she was being, or if the people outside the carriage could hear her. This was what she truly lived for.

Over and over she came, swallowing her hot seed greedily. Her face flushed as the potent magical aphrodisiacs in her cum went to work on her body, making her hard nipples press against the confines of her clothing. Even as she came she thrust her tongue into her urethra, pressing it as deep as she could stand before her body simply would not let her go any further. With a cry of genuine dismay she pulled her head back.

“Get us there on double.” She called at the navigation dais, a few clear strands of precum trailing from her lips to her cock as she spoke.

The computer chimed and the horses burst into a gallop.

“Soon…” Ema moaned, leaning down to kiss the tip of her cock, gasping and wincing in pleasure so intense it almost hurt. “Soon…”

=---=

Storm clouds were gathering in the sky as the carriage raced past the rusted gate hanging from its hinges and a flash of lightning revealed a cracked and chipped sign proclaiming that just ahead lay ‘St Stringent’s school for wayward girls’.

The dirt path wound precariously through the fog lined forest and glancing out of the window Ema could feel a shiver of anticipation as she spied the building standing on the hill. For anyone not expected the path would spit them back out onto the road without ever bringing them close to the school. As it was the horses had no trouble finding their way and soon the carriage rolled to a gentle stop at the entrance.

Ema stepped out to find a large Orc nun and a smaller elf standing by the door patiently.

“Greetings your ladyship. We’ve been expecting you.” Sister Mogak bowed, her ivy green skin contrasting and accenting the white and black of her glossy latex habit. The robes of the outfit were made of the same shiny black latex that hugged her body so closely Ema could see the Orc woman’s impressive musculature through the material.

“I can see that.” Ema smiled smugly as she admired the thick, tube shaped bulge dotted with small conical spikes pressed flat against those toned, flat abs. Her gaze shifted to the small elf woman.

“This is my friend Sister Lyra.” Mogak offered.

“H-Hello.” The Elf blushed nervously.

Ema looked her up and down. During her years hunting down the most vile and despicable elements of the underworld she’d learned how to size people of nearly every species up at almost a glance and her lips slowly curled into a smile at the way the Elf woman kept glancing covetously at the bounty hunter’s throbbing length.

“Another set of hands is always welcome.” Ema purred at last.

“Very good. Then shall we begin?” Mogak offered, gesturing to the open doors of the school.

=---=

“I see you’ve had another successful hunt.” Mogak offered as she carefully undid the buckles of Ema’s gloves, sliding them off almost reverently. The Orc’s voice echoed off the tile walls and floor of the bathing room.

“Word travels fast.” Ema smiled as she watched the lithe elf woman undoing the cords of her armor, working her way lower, her eyes glancing downwards every few moments.

“Not as fast as you.” The Orc purred huskily into her ear and Ema felt a shiver of anticipation as the larger woman undid the last of the fastening at the top, pulling Ema’s amor over her shoulder and allowing her perfect breasts free. After so long trapped in the leather bodysuit the cool air felt fantastic on her skin. Lyra looked up, her bright green eyes widening at the mouthwatering sight of the infamous bounty-hunter’s breasts.

“Who told you?” Ema smiled, loving how well the powerful Orc woman knew her body.

“This told me.” The strong woman elaborated, reaching around to wrap her strong green fingers around Ema’s cock, teasing fingertip against the precum dripping slit.

Ema gasped and she could almost feel the Orc woman’s tusky grin at the sound. “I see you started without us.”

“Mmm, but of course.” Ema moaned, her eyes flicking down as she noticed Lyra’s ears twitch at her words. “I just couldn’t wait so I pulled my cock out in the carriage and licked and sucked on the head until I flooded my mouth.” She continued, smiling as the elf began to pant harder and harder, her hot breath playing against the hung woman’s precum slicked cock. More of the delicious clear liquid dripped from the tip, making the entire length glisten.

Lyra leaned almost imperceptibly closer, her lips bare millimeters from that nice, veiny length. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue teasing against her teeth as she breathed in the intoxicating bouquet of aromas.

“I kept sucking and licking until I couldn’t take it anymore.” Ema continued, her cock twitching as a thick dollop of precum oozed from the tip, dangling in a perfect teardrop to land perfectly between the elf’s lips as she looked up.

“Oh goddess!” The elf moaned, green eyes rolling back into her head as she shivered in delight at the rich, sweet deliciousness of that single morsel.

“Lyra, the bowl.” Mogak called, jarring the elf from her obvious fantasies.

“Oh, of course.” The smaller woman nodded, rising to her feet. She gathered the armor, setting it aside before returning with a large ceramic basin of steaming water, a pair of sponges floating gently inside.

She set the bowl down and each of them took a sponge, running it over Ema’s body, washing the blood and sweat from her body.

“Can’t we just skip to the fun part?” Ema asked, already knowing the answer.

“To do so would be a disservice, your ladyship.” The Orc nun offered, making the sanctioned bounty hunter’s title sound almost like an admonishment.

Ema sighed but made no further complaints. Despite her eagerness she fully recognized Mogak as a consummate professional when it came to her duties.

The room echoed with the soft drip of water from her body and the heavy panting of Lyra as she kept gravitating back to Ema’s nether area.

After her body had been scrubbed clean came the oils. The scent of magically enhanced aphrodisiacs hung heavy in the air as the two women expertly worked out every knot and spot of muscle soreness Ema had accumulated since her last visit.

Ema’s cock leaked pre like a faucet and Mogak’s length was so engorged that it was pulling away from her abs, straining her latex robes to their limit. Lyra’s modest eight-inch member strained against its confines as well as she ran her hands sinuously over the blonde’s toned, fit body.

“Mmm, trapped in a room with a pair of lovelies such as yourself.” Ema purred, biting her lower lip softly as she looked them over. Mogak turneds lightly, posing for the noblewoman and Lyra did the same, following her lead. Ema’s cock bobbed spurting precum in such excited volumes that within moments everything from her lower abs to her upper thighs was coated in a glistening layer of hot, syrupy nectar, the scent of which hung heavy in the air, pricking at Lyra’s sharp sense of smell and making it harder for the lithe elf to concentrate.

“I believe you’re ready now.” Mogak announced, holding up a length of silk cloth. Ema closed her eyes, standing still as the nun carefully tied the blindfold over her eyes.

She could hardly contain her excitement as she was guided naked through the halls, led along by Mogak’s gentle but firm grip on her length.

“The only bad part about the blindfold is I don’t get to see that lovely ass of yours as you walk.” She laughed, earning a small snorting laugh.

“Sweet talk won’t save you, not this time.” Mogak smiled.

Ema stopped suddenly, smiling as Lyra bumped into her backside, a hot hardness pressing between her cheeks.

“My apologies milady.” The elf stammered, though even blindfolded Ema could hear the lust in her voice.

Mogak pulled more insistently on Ema’s cock and the bounty hunter resumed her walking. The sound of a latch being thrown open reached Ema’s ears, followed by the creaking groan of a heavy wooden door. The texture under her feet changed suddenly to cold stone and she shivered more in anticipation than from the chill. There was the heavy clunk of a fuse box being thrown and her keen ears picked up the buzzing rattle of a lamp turning on overhead.

“Have a seat, milady.” Mogak chuckled and Ema gasped as she was forced back into a high-backed chair of smooth, polished hardwood, albeit one with a large round hold cut into the seat. Strong hands grabbed her arm, holding it against the arm rest of the chair and the smell of old, well-oiled leather reached her nose as she felt and heard the strap wrap around her wrist.

“That chair…” Lyra said with confusion in her voice. “It almost looks like.”

“Yes, it’s based off an electric chair. Strong and sturdy, and most importantly, bolted to the floor.” The Orc smiled as she tightened down the next strap.

“Why would it need to be bolted?” Lyra asked, daring not to get her hopes up.

“Oh, you’ll find out.” Her friend and mentor winked.

“I hope you’re not planning on slacking your duties just because you’re training a subordinate.” Ema called, smiling as she could practically feel the temperature in the room drop a few more degrees.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, your ladyship.” Mogak admonished once again, pulling a strap so tightly that Ema hissed in discomfort.

“And I can assure you I need no special treatment.” Lyra chimed in, pulling another strap tight.

There was a small grunt of approval from Mogak as she looked over the elf’s handiwork and within moments Ema was bound tightly and securely to the chair.

“Comfortable?” The tall green nun smirked.

“Very.” Ema grunted as she strained against the bindings, even her formidable strength no match for the restraints. The chair was tall enough that her feet couldn’t fully reach the floor, only the tips of her toes could barely brush against the cool stone tiles leaving her feeling even more powerless. Even with the blindfold on Ema could feel her hard nipples aching and her hard cock bucking and jumping in anticipation.

“Good. Lyra, the tray.” Mogak called as she reached up, pulling away the blindfold and tossing it aside. Ema looked around to find herself in the center of a ring of light cast by the bulb over her head. The edges of the room were cast in shadows from which Lyra emerged like a silent wraith, holding a small surgical tray covered in gleaming metal rods of various sizes and design.

“Hmm. Decisions, decisions.” Mogak grunted, picking up a long thin rod, her thick lips spreading in another small smile as from the corner of her eye she saw Ema shivering in anticipation, a large dollop of precum dripping out of her hard cock. The Orc turned back, regarding the devices thoughtfully for a few moments. “Hmm, these will never do.” Mogak sighed, tossing the tray aside to clatter loudly in the shadows. “See to her ladyship while I select the proper tools.”

The elf emerged from the shadows, face beaming with excitement. “Finally…I mean; Of course sister Mogak.” Lyra corrected with a small curtsy as her companion turned and was swallowed up by the darkness.

“Don’t let her cum until I get back. I mean it.” Mogak’s voice echoed from afar.

Stepping closer Lyra sank to her knees in front of the chair, her eyes locked on Ema’s as her lips parted, her small pink tongue slipping past her lips to lick tentatively against the underside of the sensitive member. Longer and longer the tongue reached past her lips and Ema’s eyes widened as the tip teased its way down her shaft, curling around one of her large, gurgling balls.

“Oh my. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of an elf tongue. Your people really know how to work a cock.” Ema moaned, gasping softly. “Even so I’ve never felt a tongue quite like yours.”

Lyra smiled. Her tongue had always been long and sensitive even before she’d had some magical modifications done to it. Now it was an erogenous zone unto itself. She could make herself cum just by teasing and writhing her long tongue against itself and she loved using it bring others to release, to taste the moment they came was like the finest ambrosia for her.

“You are too kind.” The elf purred, lavishing her attention on the magnificent member before her as thanks for the praise.

Saliva dripped from the corners of Lyra’s mouth and coated her foot-long tongue as it coiled around Ema’s length. The elf’s tongue was like a warm wet python, tightening around the entire sensitive length and Ema hissed as she felt her huge balls stirring and gurgling as they brewed up another massive load of hot cum. The statuesque blonde woman moaned as she bit down on her lower lip, eyes going out of focus as her hips began to arch and writhe, thrusting towards the elf’s wet, luxurious lips.

“Patience, your ladyship.” The elf cooed, somehow able to speak as normal despite the impossible length of tongue protruding past her lips. The tip coiled tighter around the base of Ema’s cock, clenching and squeezing over and over.

“Oh, where has Mogak been hiding you.” Ema hissed, eyes rolling back as her body responded to the tight wet sensation against the base of her cock. She could feel her load building and with her cock still sensitive from cumming not long ago she knew she wasn’t going to last long.

The elf took her time, slowly, torturously slowly licking her way up and down Ema’s sensitive shaft, making the powerful noblewoman twitch and writhe as she strained against what little room the bindings offered.

“You smell so good milady.” Lyra moaned, eyes going out of focus as she leaned closer, breathing in the strong, scent of Ema’s thick cock and huge churning balls. Reaching up she pinched the bottom of the blonde’s cock tightly. Her tongue uncoiled from the veiny shaft, snaking around to wrap around those huge nuts and Lyra’s eyes rolled back as she savored the strong scent of sex and cum etching itself onto her tongue.

The elf’s soft moans were like music as she pressed her face against the underside of Ema’s cock. Taking a deep inhale through her nose, Lyra leaned even closer, her soft lips spreading wider and wider, stretching inch by agonizing inch over one of her captive’s large balls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to cum!” Ema hissed, a light sheen of sweat breaking out over her body as Lyra seemed to effortlessly wrap her wonderful lips around the other nut as well. Ema could feel the two cum heavy orbs pressed tightly together in the elf’s mouth, rolling a little to each side as she juggled them lovingly with her tongue.

Something wet, thick and hot dripped onto Lyra’s forehead and she looked up to find that, even with her tight grip on Ema’s cock, some of her prodigious precum had still managed to work its way out. She slowly leaned back, letting the heavy balls fall from her mouth one at a time. Despite how much sack had just been crammed down her gullet, the elf didn’t even look slightly winded as she reached up, wiping away the drizzle of precum dripping down her forehead and guiding her pre soaked fingers to her lips. Her tongue teased over to the latex clad digits, cleaning them of every drop until the glossy gloves gleamed once more.

“Oh, sister Mogak is going to scold me for starting without her, but I just can’t wait.” Lyra moaned. Reaching into an almost invisible pocket in her latex robes, she drew a small vial filled with a glowing pink liquid and raised it to her lips. The vibrant pink liquid slid past her lips and down her throat as she tilted back the vial and Ema’s cock twitched as she imagined her cum sliding past them just as easily.

Lyra gasped sharply, the vial dropping from her fingers to roll loudly across the stone floor as her nipples hardened so much underneath her clothing that Ema thought for a moment they might tear right through the material. Long, dexterous elven fingers reached out, slowly kneading Ema’s huge nuts as she opened her mouth. Stands of thick, shimmering saliva trailed between her lips and Lyra’s eyes had a hazy, lustful look to them as she slid her tongue out of her mouth, more of her saliva dripping from it as she lowered herself down.

That long tongue teased against Ema’s sack and her entire body stiffened, precum coursing out of her so fast that she could feel it slam against the damn of Lyra’s thumb on the underside of her cock.
“Do you like it? That potion makes my saliva a very effective lubricant and aphrodisiac.” The elf purred as she pressed her lips back against one of Ema’s balls.

“Mmm, most impressive.” Ema moaned, head leaned back, eyes closed, toes curling as she could feel her balls getting hot and heavy as the magics worked their way through her skin, stirring her already oversexed body to further heights of sensitivity. Despite being bound and naked, she still managed to convey an air of casual superiority that made Lyra hot and tingly. She found herself wanting to see the proud woman begging and moaning, reduced to a whimpering, cum crazed shell. She felt a strange, stirring desire to see this rich bitch broken and begging.

Getting a grip on herself, she tried to regain her composure. She’d already been in trouble for getting carried away and if it hadn’t been for Sister Mogak generously taking her under her wing, Lyra might have been expelled from the order entirely after the last incident.

Still, the sight of those huge, smooth balls gurgling and undulating with so much cum, so much cum that it just wasn’t fair! That cum shouldn’t be in those huge balls, it should be in her mouth, stretching her cheeks and making her cum over and over again as the millions of hot sperm teased over her talented tongue.

“I think they like you.” Ema said with a distinguished chortle. Her toned abs flexed slightly and Lyra’s eyes widened as the already sizeable scrotum swelled slightly.

The elf woman spoke a few words in her native language, the sound pleasing to the ear, though the translation was roughly equivalent to ‘Dis bitch don’t know who she’s messing with!’.

“Feisty. Let’s see if you can back it up.” Ema inhaled deeply, her cock throbbing as she fixed the elf with a pointed, lustful stare. For a moment Lyra forgot what she was doing, overcome by the surprise of the rare human who could understand elven.

“I do hope you’re not done already. I have so much more in mind that I could do with that mouth of yours.” Ema continued, somehow wresting control of the situation.

Lyra regained her composure, fighting back the urge to go all out then and there, knowing if she broke this guest, Mogak would be cross enough to…. She cut off that train of thought, though her cock continued to throb, spitting precum at the idea.

Turning her full attention back to the bound woman she lowered herself once more, pressing her to the soft, smooth skin of those heavy hangers.

With a deep breath and a loud sucking sound, both nuts disappeared back into the elf’s mouth, stretching her cheeks so she looked like some sort of perverted chipmunk, not that either woman minded.

Lyra moaned and hummed, the fingers of her free hand gathering up some of the precum still dripping onto her to use it to rub and stroke her cock through the latex material of her robes.

“Cumming!” Ema groaned, sweat beading on her skin as she strained against the leather straps. Her balls clenched so hard that Lyra let out a gasp of shock as she found herself being dragged closer by the twin orbs trapped between her lips. Her nose was pressed firmly against the underside of Ema’s cock and she could see and feel the impossible volume of cum surging its way upwards. Her thumb was battered away with such force that it almost felt like her hand had been swatted away and she turned her green eyes upwards, gasping as she beheld an almost solid pillar of thick, hot cum surging out of the tip of that massive length to strike the edge of the cover for the overhead light, sending it spinning.

Light danced across the room and Lyra screamed as she felt hot cum raining upon her face, the hot creamy seed warming her skin as she came, her own prodigious load spraying against her belly and forming a growing bubble against her robes.

Ema came over and over, her toned abs tightening as she howled and grunted in pleasure, eyes rolling back into her head as the feeling of her own cum sliding against the sensitive walls of her urethra nearly drove her mad.

Lyra likewise could not stop stroking her cock, using her own cum for lube as she watched that thick pole buck over and over again, each time sending another geyser of hot cum skyward where it hung there for a moment before collapsing back to earth, splashing all over Ema’s face, tits and stomach, spraying in almost every direction as it did so. Within moments the noblewoman was covered in her own cum. It dripped between her tits, soaked into her hair.

“Too much, too much!” Ema gasped, throwing her head side to side. Cum sprayed from her long blonde hair as she did, her eyes gazing fearfully around the room in breathless panic as her body tried to escape the pleasure so intense it was painful.

Lyra slowly let the huge twitching nuts slip from her lips as Ema’s cock calmed. It was still spurting out great gouts of semen, but at least it wasn’t hitting the lights anymore. She reached her long tongue up, dragging it against her own face and instantly her body went stiff, her cock visibly twitching through her clothes as it bucked and came again. “C-Cumming!” The elf moaned, doubling over and leaning against the chair. Her hands found Ema’s, fingers lacing together as the bubble shaped bulge resting atop her own cock continued to slowly grow until it was encompassing all of Lyra’s bulge. Hot, sticky cum began to pour from beneath the elf’s robes, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling around her high heels in a growing puddle.

She reached up, the black latex fingers of her gloves gliding through the marble looking mess of cum coating Ema’s member as she pressed a thumb to either side of the head, pulling the slit open just as another massive spurt of cum shot out, hitting her right in the face. Lyra gasped, trembling slightly as she realized her eyes had been completely glued shut by a single spurt of cum. Her mouth opened in a hungry, desperate gasp as her tongue flicked out, gathering some of the sweet liquid from her lips. She only had a fraction of a second to enjoy the sinfully delicious flavor before the cock in her hands jerked once more, launching a load between her lips to explode against the back of her throat.

Lyra was too much of a professional to cough or gag from an unexpected mouthful of cum, but the taste was unlike anything she’d ever encountered. Her stomach clenched and unclenched suddenly, almost as though it was cramping. At the same instant she felt the warmth around her navel getting hotter and spreading, pressing against her belly from the outside and she realized with a start that she was cumming again from the taste!

Slowly she reached her long tongue up, giving the noble woman a show as she licked the hot cum from her own face, savoring every drop like it was a fine delicacy.

“Ooh, sister Mogak will probably kill me for this, but I just have to.” She moaned as she turned back to Ema. Raising up slightly she drew her tongue back into her mouth, curling it covetously around the tip of her captive’s cock before sliding her soft lips over them both.

Ema could feel the tip of that talented tongue swirling around underneath her foreskin gathering up the pre and cum that had become trapped there. The tip moved to the slit at the head of Ema’s cock and the human woman inhaled sharply, her impressive, toned musculature on full display from the full body clench as she braced herself.

The tip of Lyra’s tongue pressed delicately against the tip, working its way slowly inside and dragging the small elf woman’s taste buds against the sensitive walls.

“Ooh, fuck! Yes, deeper!” Ema gasped, the leather straps and metal fasteners creaking and rattling as she threw her weight against the bindings with what little inertia she could muster. Her eye had a predatory coldness in them, like a falcon waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “Fuck that tongue down my cock if you know what’s good for you.”

Lyra didn’t need to be told twice and jammed another few inches inside before pulling back, giving the blonde a few moments to recover from the sudden intrusion before thrusting her tongue once again. Lyra found herself relishing the way Ema’s entire body clenched and jerked each time her cock was impaled. Inch by torturous inch she squirmed her tongue deeper, teasing her fingertips along the stretched skin of the underside of the human woman’s cock. She pressed her tongue against the probing fingers, relishing gasp of surprise and pleasure and the sudden surge pressure around her tongue as Ema’s cock throbbed even harder.
She was so transfixed by the warm, salty sweet flavor of the blonde woman’s cum that she already head her tongue halfway down the magically enchanted erogenous zone.

“F-FUCK!” Ema hissed through clenched teeth as her eyes rolled back. Her fingers were flailing wildly, clawing at the smooth wood of the armrests. A rattling like the chains of the damned rang out as Ema’s legs shook uncontrollably, straining against the straps and metal bindings holding them together. Her toes were curled tightly as Lyra felt the huge balls resting in the palms of her hands suddenly clench tightly, the momentary heat of so much virile sperm in one spot nearly made her snatch her hands away but she held firm, gently teasing her dexterous fingers along the sack, gently massaging the veins and magical current lines providing Ema’s body everything it needed to brew up an almost endless amount of hot delicious cum.

The tidal wave of freshly squeezed semen slammed into Lyra’s tongue, coursing around it and making Ema howl once more as the pressure stretched her cum tube even wider

Cum poured over Lyra’s long tongue, soaking her taste buds in hot delicious cum and making her moan in mindless bliss as she came again just from the taste.

She felt the surge of thick cum reach the tip of the cock between her lips and lunged forward on instinct, taking the length as deeply as she could while her tongue was still thrust so deeply inside that she could feel the flex of Ema’s body as each spurt of cum was squeezed out.

The bell-shaped tip of that long veiny shaft dragged against Lyra’s throat as she forced it deeper and deeper, determined to get as much cum as possible. Her lips pressed against Ema’s sweat streaked and shaking abs and looked up past the bouncing pair of perfect breasts to where the bound woman’s head was rocking back and forth, her long golden hair swinging wildly as she shook her head side to side. The sounds coming out of her mouth weren’t any language any civilized species had spoken. They were cries of wild, mindless almost feral pleasure and panic.

Lyra reached up, pressing her fingers to the underside of Ema’s wrist and found the woman’s pulse racing.

She knew she should stop, that pushing someone inexperienced could harm not only their body but their mind as well. But never before had she found someone who could even take this much of her tongue. She had to find out just how much this woman could take.

Casting one last paranoid glance back at the shadows she lunged forward pushing her tongue further inside, even though there was nowhere further to go. Instead of sliding deeper, her tongue folded on itself, taking Ema’s breath away as she found her cum tube filled with over a foot and a half of sinuously slick tongue slathered in magical aphrodisiac saliva pressing against every inch of her sensitive tunnel.

“Cumming! Can’t cum anymore! Ahh, AHH!!!” Ema howled, sweat pouring from her as her cock clenched once so hard that Lyra could feel that massive outpouring of cum working its way slowly past her probing pink tongue.

“Fuck! I can’t stand it anymore! Tongue fuck my cock! Harder, harder, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” Ema screamed, her head suddenly lolling back, her eyes blank and vacant for a few moments as powerful earthquakes raged throughout her entire body. She raised her head up sharply, her eyes snapping back into focus as she let out an unearthly scream of maddened pleasure that sent a sharp chill down Lyra’s spine.

Cum poured around Lyra’s tongue, flooding down her throat as she took that erupting cock as deeply down her gullet as she could. Her lips pressed firmly against Ema’s groin, making the blonde woman twitch and moan as she swallowed over and over, massaging the entire length with her throat.

Lyra started to become worried as she followed the noblewoman’s increasingly inhuman screams and cries, but couldn’t help flicking her tongue harder and faster, desperately trying to taste every drop of the delicious cum.

“Started without me, did you?” Mogak’s voice purred from behind her, making the elf woman go stiff with surprise and fear.

“Sister Mogak, I was just…” Lyra started, leaning back and starting to pull her tongue free.

“Don’t stop!” Ema howled, hips pumping and jerking as she desperately tried to fuck her cock onto the elf girl’s tongue.

A strong green hand shot out, wrapping around the tip of Ema’s dick and squeezing down tightly, trapping the tip of Lyra’s tongue inside. For a few moments Lyra braced her hands against Ema’s thighs, trying to pull her tongue free, but Mogak’s grip was too strong.

“Best get back in there or she just might kill us both.” The Orc offered in a tone that left Lyra unsure if she was joking or not. Her momentary pause to consider whether she was serious or not was apparently too long and Mogak grabbed the back of her latex habit, twisting her head back to face that throbbing pole.

Lyra found her head being pushed forward, her lips wrapping around the tip of that hard automatically as they were pressed against the tip. She was so caught off guard Mogak’s motions that she was little more than a passive observer as her face was fucked upon the blonde’s long hard cock.

Faster and faster Mogak drove Lyra’s lips up and down the shaft. “Get your tongue back in there.” Mogak ordered and Lyra complied, thrusting her pink appendage as far down Ema’s shaft as she could.

To her surprise she began to find herself enjoying being skull fucked up and down the blonde’s huge, spurting cock. Cum continued to fire out of the thick member in huge, hot spurts, flooding her throat over and over. Her stomach began to fill with cum and she reached down as she heard a faint, rubbery stretching sound to find the material of her robes stretched tightly over her growing belly.

The elf gasped in amazement. Sure her body had been enhanced through sorcery and technology to better fulfill her duties, but for her stomach to be stretched so much so quickly was…unheard of.

With her stomach unable to take another drop, cum began to flow back up her throat. Mogak could sense what was happening and pulled Lyra’s head back slowly. She held the elf there with the tip just past her lips, smiling toothily as she watched each thick spurt of cum work its way out of Ema’s cock to stretch Lyra’s cheeks wider and wider, panic mounting in her green eyes as she struggled to contain it all.

With another huge spurt of seed, cum began to pour from the corners of Lyra’s lips. “Go on, flood this elf slut’s mouth with cum. You know you want to!” Mogak growled.

“Yes! I love it! Wreck my cock! I love it!” A look of mounting terror filled her eyes and Lyra felt the cock in her mouth swell even larger. “Im gonna, gonna! OH FUCK!!!” Ema howled, eyes rolling back. Her lips parted in a scream of grunting, feral pleasure and fear as those massive nuts contracted once again.

Were they getting bigger? Lyra wondered silently. Each of the huge nuts seemed bigger than her head and her keen hearing could pick up the gurgling, gushing sound of gallons of hot cum being brewed up.

She only had a moment to ponder it before a surge of cum unlike anything she’d felt before drove past her lips, slamming into the back of her cum crammed cock holster and forcing an eruption of hot stocking cum past her lips.

“Don’t spill it you knife eared slut!” Mogak roared, the admonishment turning Lyra on even more as her head was forced roughly down the entire length of Ema’s cock. The huge shaft continued to erupt, pouring more cum into her and forcing just as much out of her. Cum sprayed past her lips, soaking Ema’s groin all the way up to the underside of her breasts as she was fucked back and forth along the cock. Cum sprayed everywhere as she was pistoned up and down, absolutely loving the feeling of being so utterly used by not only her strong green friend, but by this seemingly insatiable cock as well.

Despite getting worn out by the rough treatment, Lyra was instead getting her second wind as her body broke down the cum into energy for even more depraved entertainment.

“I think the foreplay is just about done. Why don’t you tell our guest thank you for the meal?” Mogak laughed, lifting Lyra up by one of her sensitive ears, making the elf wince and gasp in pleasure and pain as she was brought face to face with their captive.

“Thank you.” Lyra offered dutifully, if eagerly, leaning forward to press her lips to Ema’s without letting the tip of the woman’s cock slip from her mouth. Ema was too far lost in her pleasure to respond verbally, but as the two of them kissed and licked around the head of her cock, Lyra could feel the tips of their tongues dancing together.

Unable to hold herself back, the elf reached up, grabbing hold of Ema’s head, pulling her deeper into the kiss as she thrust her tongue as far down the blonde’s throat as she could, making the skin of her neck ripple and bulge slightly as used it to feed Ema’s own cum down her throat.

Mogak kept Lyra’s head pressed down with one hand, the other reaching up to trail along the fabric of her robes. The latex like material glistened, rippling like water and pulling apart, revealing her toned, dark green body as the magical garment reformed into a harness of black leather straps and gleaming metal rings that left much of her powerful body exposed. The material covering her arms and legs changed as well, becoming a pair of glossy black thigh high boots and a pair of bicep length fingerless latex gloves.

Ema’s cock jumped once more at the sight not only of the big green woman’s toned muscles, but of her huge, magnificent cock lined with hot, pulsing veins and dotted with small green cones designed to swell inside a mate, locking that deliciously huge cock in place while the pair of massive green nuts pumped gallons upon gallons of hot Orcish cum inside.

“Please…” Ema gasped, unsure if she was begging to be left alone or tormented more.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get all you can handle.” Mogak smiled, stroking her fingers over her monstrous cock, already dripping hot syrupy precum all over the floor.

Just the thought of what that massive cock was about to do to her was enough to send another orgasm rippling through Ema’s climax concussed mind and all she could do was whimper in fear and excitement as the Orc stepped closer, pulling Lyra’s head back.

The elf moaned but didn’t struggle as she was dragged away from the most delicious meal of her life. Instead she reached up, making a few quick motions over her outfit and within moments it was a twin to the leather and metal harness Mogak was wearing, albeit much smaller. There was a loud, splashing, splattering sound as the cum that had pooled inside Lyra’s was uncovered, dripping hotly over her long cock in slimy, spermy strands that reached all the way down to the floor.

“I knew you two would get along.” The orc chuckled, her cock throbbing at the mess her friend had made. Lyra blushed hotly. For her to get so carried away during her duties was a bit unprofessional as she was supposed to be focused on the needs of her guest, nevertheless she couldn’t help but get turned on by the feeling of so much of her own cum dripping off of her member as the last few inches of her tongue emerged from Ema’s member.

As the tip of her tongue came free, she started to pull it back into her mouth, but Mogak’s hand moved like lightning, catching the tip and pressing it to her own thick, dark green lips.

The larger woman winked at her, her lips puckering around the tip of the elf’s tongue. Lyra heard a momentary sucking, slurping noise and before she could blink, her face was right before her much larger friends, their lips mashed together as she could feel her tongue buried down the orc’s throat so deeply.

Something about the physics of the situation stuck out in her mind and Lyra looked down to find she was hovering almost a foot and a half over the floor, suspended by a pair of strong hands cupping her toned ass.

Lyra moaned into the kiss, jarring back to her senses as Mogak’s lips pulled on her tongue once again. She looked up, the look of wicked triumph on the Orc’s face reminding her to never forget who was in charge and Lyra felt her cock throb against the Orc’s thick meat.

Mogak’s hands lowered her to the ground and Lyra shakily found her footing, looking forward to seeing what the notorious Orc mistress had planned next.

“Looks like you’re still plenty backed up, your ladyship.” The orc woman said the title with a tone that sent a chill up even Lyra’s spine as her strong green hands roamed over Ema’s swelling cum tanks, rolling them one at a time in her palm to feel the hot cum gurgling inside. “Let’s see what we can do about relieving that.”

Walking over to a small table at the edge of the light that neither woman had noticed before, she reached into a small ornate bowl with a pour spout on one side. She pulled out what looked like a large smooth bead of black glass that shone dully from within as she turned it back and forth.

Ema bit her lip, letting out a scared, yearning sound and her legs pulled against the straps, trying to clench together.

“I see you remember what these are.” She smirked, carrying the bowl. A thick, clear liquid dripped from the bead and Lyra bit her lip as she realized where they were going.

“Wait, Mog. Please, I can’t take anymore. Just a few minutes.” Ema groaned, her cum and sweat soaked hair matted to her skin as body continued to tremble and shake from the force of so many intense orgasms in such a short amount of time. Her limbs jerked and twitched in the powerful afterthroes, pulling against the bindings so hard that the aged, oiled wood of the chair creaked, and the faint sound of metal groaning could barely be heard.

The Orc woman smiled as the moment she’d been waiting for arrived. She reached out, fingers outstretched to grab Ema’s cock, but the blonde jerked and thrust her hips as best she could dancing her cock away from the woman’s grip, smiling and giggling at the sport she was making of the larger woman. “Wait, Mog, just a quick break. It’s too sensi-!” Her pleading cut short as Mogak’s hand snapped out, gripping the shaft and stroking it gently. “Don’t worry, your ladyship. I’m a professional.” She offered, flashing a sharp, predatory grin as she gripped the head of Ema’s cock, teasing her thumb along the underside of the crown as she pressed the tiny spout of the bowl to the slit. “Bottom’s up.” The Orc grinned, tilting the vessel.

Lyra’s eyes went wide as the thin, watery liquid worked its way into the bound woman’s member, stretching her urethra slightly. Once the liquid had reached the top, Mogak bade Lyra closer, holding up the first of the beads.

“You may not have encountered this particular potion before. It’s rarely used except on the most depraved of guests.” She explained, holding up the bowl so Lyra could smell the sweet heady tones of the aphrodisiacs brewed into almost every potion.

“What does it do?”

Mogak smiled and pressed the tip of the first bead against the tip. “In addition to making one more sensitive, it also dramatically increases sensitivity to the point that anyone not properly prepared will be driven mad.” She explained while her protégé watched in rapt fascination as the tip spread wider and wider, swallowing the bead.

“Are you paying attention Lyra?”

Lyra was about to open her mouth to say that didn’t sound particularly odd, but Mogak cut her off with a raise of a finger. “But when stimulated, like so.” She touched the tip of her nail to the bulge stretching the underside of the tip of Ema’s cock and suddenly it lit slightly from inside as the bead began to glow and buzz loudly.

Ema who had sat trembling and motionless against the chair hissed sharply, jerking her hips so hard her cock ripped itself free of Mogak’s grip. “Inside! It’s inside my cock!” She howled, her tone oscillating between dismay and perverted delight. Her cock swung back and forth, the bead refusing to budge. If anything the swinging seemed to grind the soft glass sphere painlessly deeper. Far from painless, the motions working the bead deeper sent shivers of excitement rippling throughout Ema’s entire body.
“They also work like lodestones.” Mogak grinned, holding a second bead up to press against the side of the first. There was a small soft clack as they connected together, the second bead starting to buzz as well and Ema grit her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure as she felt the curve of the second bead, pressing against the tip of her member, being pulled in deeper as the muscles of her modified cock pulled them deeper.

Lyra watched with rapt fascination as each new bead was added, being slowly pulled inside and compounding Ema’s urethral excitement.

“When stimulated with magic this potion makes any passage unbelievably pliant, but also incredibly tight.” Mogak smiled, grabbing Ema’s cock and reaching up to press the next bead harder, forcing it inside. “And these little wonders are enchanted to bury themselves as deeply as possible inside any warm, wet hole until a command word is spoken.

Ema threw her head back, screaming and howling thrashing against the restraints as each new bead was added. Meanwhile, Mogak slowly and deliberately slid her thumb down the underside of Ema’s cock, pressing the beads slowly downwards, sweat pouring off of Ema’s body as they were forced deeper to make room for more.

Her head rolled back and forth, her eyes in and out of focus as she struggled to stay conscious for every moment possible. She opened her mouth to warn the two women as she felt her balls clench once again, but all that came out of her was a moaning cry of torturous nirvana as she came so hard that it felt like her oversensitive cock was trying to launch itself from her body to escape anymore stimulation. Cum flowed around the beads, but could not dislodge them, not with the enchantments on them causing them to slide and wriggle softly ever deeper while the potion just made her own eruption of sperm feel like a river was flowing through her cock. Through it all Mogak kept stroking, working the beads deeper and deeper until Ema’s cock was completely filled with buzzing magical spheres vibrating so powerfully that she could feel the sperm in her balls rippling.

Through it all Ema kept cumming, massive, body wracking eruptions of pleasure that stole the breath from her lungs and left her exhausted and begging in the chair. Mogak just smiled as the noblewoman was cut off by orgasm after orgasm, her cock spraying cum in every direction. It splattered off the ceiling, raining down over all three of them.

For Mogak and Lyra, the rain of hot elf jizz merely stuck to their exposed skin, sliding off the latex of their habits gloves and boots. For Ema however it stuck to everything, soaking her face and breasts and completely saturating her long blonde hair.

“Hmm, you seem to be tiring princess. Are you displeased with this level of effort?” Mogak asked rhetorically as she held her hand under the flow of cum pouring out of the Human’s cock.

Ema could only offer a weak burble in reply as during her last enormous eruption she’d caught a shot of cum to the mouth that had stretched her cheeks as full as they could get and she had yet to bring herself to swallow down the intoxicating mouthful of her own seed.

“Lyra, assist her ladyship.”

The elf woman nodded and sank to her knees. She rubbed her hands together, whispering a few words she rubbed her hands together and the material of her gloves shifted once more, becoming full fingered gloves. The glossy surface gleamed even more as a slick, clear liquid began to drip from it.

“Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll do my best.” The elf moaned, licking her lips with her long tongue as she teased her fingertips underneath the chair, to the hole over which Ema’s ass was centered. The blonde gasped at the feeling of those long, dexterous fingers coated in magical lube pressing against the entrance to her ass. The entrance yielded slowly under her patient probing and soon she had two fingers deep enough to curl them searchingly.

The moment her fingertips touched the walls, Ema’s entire body clenched up, the breath leaving her in a deep exhalation. “CUMMING!” She screamed, veins throbbing on her balls as they clenched tightly, a massive eruption of cum temporarily blotting out the light as it slammed against the ceiling light.

Through the clenching, jerking of the hole around her fingers, Lyra did her best to try to keep track of the spot, reaching for the general area and searching. Once again, the moment her fingers touched the sides Ema gasped and jerked sharply, letting out another huge load just as big as the last.

Each time Lyra pressed her fingers to the sides another eruption of cum poured forth and she looked up in disbelief.

“Impressive, no?” Mogak grinned, turning around and stepping back to grind that veiny shaft between the meaty green cheeks of her toned ass. “Most people have a switch in there, she’s got an entire switching station.” Cum dripped onto her ass as she spoke, grinding against her skin and Mogak rose upwards, pressing against the tip of that cock until it nestled against the entrance to her ass. She pushed back, the muscular entrance clenching tightly around the tip of Ema’s cock. “Oh, I missed this fucking prick deep in my guts.” The Orc nun moaned, her ass clenching around the head, pulling it deeper even as gravity lent a hand.

Lyra watched with breathless fascination as inch after inch of hot, bucking, spraying cock disappeared into Mogak’s ass, bulging her belly not only from the sheer size of it, but bulging her skin each time a particularly large spurt of cum poured into her, stretching her out before it could settle. Within moments her belly began to grow round and full. “Gods I’ve missed this.” She moaned, her ass pressing against the base of Lyra’s cock and clenching so tightly around the veiny shaft that not a drop could escape. “But I want this to last a bit longer.” She moaned, bracing her hands against the arms of the chair, her fingers lacing with Ema’s as she ground her hips in circles, rocking back and forth and bouncing her full green ass up and down the shaft while Ema screamed and hissed, doing everything she could to thrust her cock deeper into the green woman and escape the overwhelming pleasure

“That’s it, be patient. You know it’s worth it.” Mogak moaned as she felt a tidal wave of cum forcing its way towards her ass, only to be blockaded by the seal of her ass.

Lyra gasped as the surge of cum backed up, the massive nuts sloshing and gurgling as the continued to brew more despite the previous load not having fully vented yet. She looked up Mogak with disbelief in her green eyes.

“Mmm, this bitch will let you do anything you want to her, so long as you can force her to cum.” Mogak moaned enjoying the vibrations, slamming herself back against that huge cock so hard and fast that Ema’s legs jerked and the chair creaked with each roll of those powerful hips.

“You mean I could…” She hesitated, gulping nervously.

“JUST FUCKING DO IT!” Ema screamed and Lyra’s mind instantly went to Mogak’s joke that the blonde would kill them both if she didn’t keep cumming. She was suddenly certain it wasn’t a joke.

Reaching up, she grasped Mogak’s cock with her free hand and the Orc woman looked down just in time to see the tiny elf woman lunge forward. That meaty green python disappeared into Lyra’s mouth and her lips slammed against the base so hard that Mogak let out a gasp of surprise as she was pushed backwards. In the same instant she pressed her fingers against the walls of Ema’s ass, making the woman lunge forward, and Mogak’s cock twitched, spraying a strong spurt of precum into Lyra’s throat as she was forcibly double teamed by the two of them. Lyra pulled back, her fingers retracting for another strike as she leapt forward again.

“Oh gods!” The orc hissed, pinching and squeezing her green nipples as she felt her orgasm being forced out of her by the two women. “C-Cumming!” She hissed and Lyra clamped her lips around the base as gallons of hot orc cum flooded down her throat. Over and over she swallowed, until she couldn’t take another mouthful and pulled back, letting the thick hot jizz splash over her face and tits.

“Ooh, Lyra, you drained me you little slut.” Mogak purred, cupping her huge balls, smiling as she felt her own magics and augments filling them once more. She reached back with one hand, speaking a few words and lines of glowing symbols encircled Ema’s cock.

“That should keep everything inside for the moment.” She grinned, pulling her ass of that thick cock, her legs shaking wildly as she did. She turned to face Ema, a pair of small vials appearing in her hand. She raised them to her lips, holding the contents in her mouth before tossing them away.

“Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t stop!” Ema begged, gasping and arching her hips, desperate to feel that blinding pleasure searing her once more.

“Anything you say your ladyship.” Mogak smiled grabbing her head and pulling Ema into a deep, forceful kiss, their throats moving as they shared the powerful mixture of potions.

“While we wait for those to kick in.” The orc smirked, lifted a large, well-muscled thigh to rest her foot on the arm rest of the chair, trapping Ema’s already bound wrist between the heel and the toe as she rolled her hips, staring down at the proud noblewoman expectantly.

Ema didn’t hesitate for a moment and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the thick green mushroom before her. Those same soft lips curled and pulled on the crown, vibrations rippling up Mogak’s cock as Ema hummed loudly. She pulled back, dragging the larger woman closer by the power of her lips. Her grip loosened for just a moment as she sucked in a half a breath of air before lunging forward once more, desperately trying to take more inside.

Mogak leaned backwards, pulling a couple inches free, leaving Ema moaning wantonly for more as she was only allowed to suck the tip. “If you want the rest, you have to ask nicely.”

Despite how she had descended into her own depravity, Ema still had the wherewithal to flash Mogak a look of doom in no uncertain terms. “Please let me suck your cock!” The proud woman begged in a tone that would put the most nymphomaniacal nun in the convent to shame and Mogak’s cock throbbed eagerly.

“Are you suuure?” She teased, rolling her hips and making the tip dance inches in front of Ema’s face. Lyra watched the exchange with an almost morbid fascination. It was like watching a bear poke another smaller, faster bear with a stick.

“MoGLUCK!” The moment Ema’s mouth opened, the Orc grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer as she thrust forward. Lyra had a brief glimpse of pleased panic on Ema’s face, her lips gliding over each of the spikes covering Mogak’s cock as it disappeared past them. The base of that monstrous green organ came at her so hard and fast that Ema’s head was pressed back against the headrest of her chair.

“That’s more like it!” The orc woman grunted, pulling her cock back until just the head was inside before slamming it back in and holding it there. “What’s wrong? Nothing to say?” She laughed, thoroughly savoring the sensation of Ema’s tongue doing a frantic, panicked dance for air across the underside of her cock. Saliva flowed around her member and she gripped the back of the chair tighter as she used it to lever her length fast and hard into the smaller woman.

Ema’s eyes were wide with panic...and overwhelming pleasure as she was gleefully skull-fucked to within an inch of her life, gagging and groaning while below Mogak’s gargantuan green gonads gurgled and grew, inching ever larger.

“So close! So close!” Mogak snarled, pounding Ema’s face so hard that Lyra began to seriously worry she might accidently snap her neck! With a roar that made the room shake, Mogak reasserted herself control, dragging her cock free.

The unsheathed member was a sight to behold, absolutely dripping with cum, pre and spit. It took everything Lyra had not to drop to her knees and worship it right then and there.

“Looks like we need to drain your ladyship again.” Mogak shuddered with the need to cum, looking down as Ema’s balls swelled rapidly. Her own were swelling as well and she grabbed hold of the head of her cock, pressing it against the tip of Ema’s.

Each of them was spurting cum onto the head of each other’s cock and Lyra couldn’t help reaching down to stroke her own hard member, watching in disbelief as the tip of Mogak’s larger cock stretched and stretched, swallowing the blonde’s member like a snake.

Lyra couldn’t believe her eyes, surely she wasn’t going to…

“Can’t see anything from all the way over there.” Mogak reached out, grabbing Lyra by her harness and pulling her closer, forcing her to her knees so she had a front row show. “Hnngg...this is my favorite part.” The huge green woman groaned, eyes fluttering and twitching as she leaned into the act, using her weight to force Ema’s cock deeper into the tight, sensitive passage of her own body.

“Your cock…and the beads and…AGGH!!!” Ema cried out as her body tried to cum once again, only to be stopped by the magical markings. The feeling of the inside of Mogak’s cock was indescribable. It was as if there were countless tiny conical spikes dragging softly against the skin of Ema’s cock, squeezing it tightly. There was an almost oily quality to the texture, one that not only made it easy for every inch of Ema’s cock to disappear inside, but clung to her skin, making her feel dirty in the most gloriously perverted way possible. To Mogak it was like being complete. Her cock had been converted into a glorified fuck toy by her own choice, all for the sake of the haughty hedonist tied up before her. No other guest could satisfy her like Ema and many had stopped requesting her services after demanding she give them the same treatment she gave the noblewoman. She felt no pity for those who didn’t have the stones. Ema had the will to reach ever further for that burning sun of all consuming pleasure, uncaring for how much it burnt her soul. Much as she hated to admit it, she couldn’t live without the almost forbidden pleasures she’d grown accustomed too either.

“Worry not, your ladyship.” Mogak smiled, waving a finger. The lights faded out and Mogak thrust forward, her cock surrounding Ema’s like a sleeve as the noblewoman’s tidal wave of backed up jizz came surging forth.

Mogak cried out as the hot cum poured through her body, the combinations of magical potions and latent energy nearly dropping her to her knees. She managed to stay standing, trembling with the weight of so much raw sexual energy flowing into her, and under the actual weight of so much dense, potent cum making her balls swell and gurgle.

“Mogak!” Lyra gasped, starting to pull away.

“I can handle it. This is our sacred duty. Do not fail me Lyra.” The orc woman hissed, her breaths sharp and unnaturally steady as she struggled to deal with the worst case of blue balls in history.

Lyra’s jaw dropped, her respect and lust for Mogak all the stronger for the Orc woman’s resolve.

“Of course Sister.” Lyra nodded, pressing her lips to Ema’s sack, her tongue dancing over the cum soaked surface while her fingers teased the woman’s inner walls, making her scream and howl, jumping and twitching as she came uncontrollably.

Mogak reached down, running her hands along her length, further massaging Ema’s cock inside her own. She could feel the vibrations from the beads running along her cock, making it harder and holder to hold back her own release. Whispering a few words, magic flowed from her hands into her shaft. Sparks of pure sexual magic arced between the interior spikes, the sensation akin to an electrical charge, only infinitely more enjoyable. Ema cried out, fingers and toes curling as her orgasms began to flow in one long, single release that built and built until she thought she would truly lose her mind. “MOGAK!”

Over and over Ema’s cock twitched and the spells weaved into Mogak’s body stored the surplus seed in an extradimensional space, a gift from the noblewoman currently cumming and spraying her seed like a mindless beast.

After what seemed like an eternity the flow of cum pouring into Mogak slowed to a constant trickle. “Oh, milady.” Mogak moaned, reaching down to run her strong hands over her huge, swollen nuts.

Lyra couldn’t help crawling over to run her fingers over them as well, marveling at just how much seed was contained within.

“I’m drained…I can’t cum anymore.” Ema moaned weakly, her cock still hard and throbbing, her balls rapidly swelling once more.

“Then we’ll just have to fill you back up.” Mogak grinned.

Lyra felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise in warning as the strong green woman grabbed hold of Ema’s cock with both hands, pressing the tips together once more. Unlike before however, this time she used her thumbs to pull open the slit of Ema’s cock, guiding her much larger shaft against the opening.

The entrance stretched slowly open as Mogak took her time, albeit reluctantly. Slowly and deliberately she worked her cock deeper, giving Ema’s member time to adjust, though it took nearly all of her will to keep from slamming the entire spiked length inside. Ema bit her lip, eyes rolling back. “I love it! I love you! I love you!” she screamed over and over as she continued to cum. Mogak slumped forward, stroking the spikes of her cock throguh the stretched skin of Ema’s member as she felt the smaller woman cumming so hard that it began to flow back, spurting and dripping around the edges of where their members met.

Lyra was on her knees in and instant, her long tongue whipping out of her mouth to wrap around Ema’s cock, squeezing and stroking both women while she sought to catch as much of the spraying, pressurised cum in her mouth as she could. With each passing moment Mogak began to thrust faster and harder, her breathing getting louder until she was grunting, then snarling with the effort. She lunged forwards suddenly, her huge balls slapping against the side of Lyra’s head and knocking her to the side. A heavy, sperm filled slap came from the other direction as Ema rolled her hips. Lyra was momentarily stunned as she was bounced back and forth by the heavy balls of both women like some sort of living addition to a Newton’s cradle.

Not one to be outdone, she reached out, her long fingers seeking out the clenching winking rosebud of each of the larger women. Both of them gasped, stiffening in more ways than one as she thrust her fingers in them both, milking and teasing them as she supped greedily on the waterfall of cum raining down on her.

Over and over she drank, filling herself with hot, virile cum until she was nearly drunk from it. Her body moved on instinct suddenly, pulling her hands free and causing her to roll across the cum soaked floor, rising to her feet.

Generations of Elves and Orcs fighting one another had left Lyra with extremely heightened senses to certain kinds of blood magics and every instinct in her body began to slowly panic at the sight of sweat pouring over Mogak’s green body as her muscles flexed and rippled and heat poured off of her body.

“I hope you’re ready bitch!” She snarled at Ema; her eyes bright with the tell-tale glow of Orcish berserker rage. She thrust forward, the tip of her cock wrapping around the vibrating beads inside Ema’s shaft as it bulged the blonde woman’s cock all the way to the base.

She gripped the back of the chair, strong forearms on either side of Ema’s head as she slam fucked her massive spiked cock into the smaller woman so hard the chair began to rock back and forth, a keening, metallic screaming coming from near the floor.

The conical protrusions on Mogak’s cock didn’t hurt Ema, if anything they dragged deliciously against the inside of her urethra, making her eyes roll back into her head as surges of bliss rampaged unchecked throughout her brain.

“HERE IT CUMS!” Mogak roared, unable to hold back any longer. Her balls clenched and time seemed to slow to a stop for Lyra as she leapt to her feet, moving with inhuman elven grace and speed to step behind Mogak. He hands gripped the wide green hips as she lined her cock up and thrust forward, burying her entire length into the raging slut-zerker.

The tip of her cock slammed into the big woman’s prostate just as it was tensing to fire off. The resulting impact made Mogak rise onto the balls of her feet, letting out an inglorious scream of panicked pleasure.

The combination of hers and Ema’s cum didn’t come out of her in a spurt, but in a long unbroken fountain of backed up seed as the pressure kept her body’s inner gates forced open.

Ema’s eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open and gasping for air as her senses struggled to sift through the overwhelming amount of hedonistic bliss coursing through her as her impossibly sensitive cock was subjected to the feeling of an impossible amount of cum forcefully filling her balls to the brim.

The room shook as Mogak roared, pounding Ema’s cock like a steam hammer. Lyra’s hands were still firmly clamped to the Orc woman’s hips and Mogak’s back and forth motions dragged her along as well, inertia sending her slamming forward and driving her cock into Mogak’s prostate each time, making her own cock more and more sensitive as each new orgasm was wrenched out of her.

“More, I need more!” She hissed, grabbing Ema and pulling her into a hungry, feral kiss as her body moved on its own, lost in unquenchable breeding instinct. Her hands grabbed hold of Ema’s shaft with both hands, squeezing it tighter around her length and making them both cry out like wild beasts. Emma’s cock swelled larger, forced to stretch by the huge length. The skin turned an angry shade of red as the amount of magical and physical torment her body could take began to reach its limit. Still neither woman stopped, or was capable of stopping.

A surge of Mogak’s cum launched out of her at the same instant a massive load erupted out of Ema. The two penile pressure systems met in the middle forcing Mogak’s cock to stretch so obscenely that the veins of her cock overlapped with those of Ema’s wrapped around it. The spikes could clearly be seen through the stretched skin and even left behind faint purple bruises from the inhumanely rough fucking.

The combined release of both of them was more than either woman could handle and cum poured from where the two shafts met.

With one final cry Mogak blasted the last massive deluge of cum she had left and staggered back, her own cock still bucking and leaking leftover cum as Ema’s slipped out of it. The blonde’s cock jumped like an angry red out of control fire hose, spraying every direction before Mogak grabbed it, pointing it upwards between them as they kissed. She turned, reaching behind her and grabbing Lyra by the collar of her harness and dragging her into the kiss. Cum splashed against the underside of their chins as Ema’s cock erupted inches below them, dousing the all.

The fixture above them danced wildly in the spray of so much cum, blocking out the light as it rained down upon them for minutes on end.

The geyser of cum eventually slowed to a moderate flow and Mogak and Lyra breathed heavily as they stared at the unconscious form of Ema, spent, drained and smiling softly in her satisfaction.

Time passed in brief glimpses of hedonistic pleasure for Ema as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She awoke at one point to find her legs untethered from the chair, her ass hanging over the edge as Mogak hilted her spiky green member inside, the soft barbs sending magical surges of pleasure dancing over the feared bounty hunters inner walls, making her cock jump so hard it was practically buzzing.

“That’s it, cum for me you noble slut!” Mogak snarled, thrusting faster and harder, making the chair creak and rock wildly as each piledriving impact forced another massive gout of cum from her.

The orc woman was sweating hotly, filling the air with even more magical pheromones and Ema could feel her grip on reality hanging by a thread as their toned bodies rubbed together.
Ema opened her mouth to scream out in mind searing-pleasure but Lyra was there in an instant, climbing onto the chair and sliding the tip of her own cum dripping cock into Ema’s mouth.

The blonde’s lips instantly wrapped around the head of the cock, sucking so hard that the elf’s green eyes went wide as she was pulled forward by the vacuum force.

“Sister, I’m…I’m…” Lyra gasped in almost fearful wonder. Never had she been forced to cum so quickly from a simple blowjob, but it was as though the aristocratic adventurer was trying to suck her balls out through her cock.

“If you’re cumming already, then this is going to be a long night for you.” The Orc offered, grinning as she watched her friend’s legs shaking with the effort of staying standing.

Lyra’s fingers weaved through Ema’s hair, teasing through the blonde locks as she pumped her load down the woman’s throat.

“My lady, that was…”

Lyra was cut off as Ema flexed one of her arms, the leather strap snapping loudly as she reached around, driving two fingers into the Elf’s ass, shoving her cock even deeper. She pulled back, adding a third finger and shoving them in so forcefully that Lyra was forced to the tips of her toes, looking down in fear and wonder.

Ema’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her lips wrapped tightly around the tip, tongue flicking back and forth along the underside while her cheeks caved from the force of her suction.

Lyra opened her mouth but all that came out was undignified groan of overwhelming pleasure as she was forced to cum again and again.

Each time the pleasure increased, giving her the tiniest glimpse of the sexual nirvana consuming Ema’s entire being.

The other strap snapped and the fingers in her ass pulled suddenly away. Lyra’s already weak and shaky legs didn’t stand a chance as the blonde dragged her down onto her cock, sheathing every inch of her noble nob inside and making the elf twitch and scream, her own cock jumping as she came all over the blonde’s toned stomach.

Each thrust of Mogak’s cock into Ema caused their guests stomach to bulge slightly, pushing Lyra upwards and then sliding her back down at it pulled free, making her fuck the cock without either her or Ema moving.

The momentary respite did not last long as Ema’s hips suddenly became a blur, pounding her cock into the elf’s ass faster and faster as she leaned down, wrapping her lips around the tip of the elf’s cock, sucking and licking at it, pressing her tongue against the slit, returning the pleasure she’d been enjoying all evening in kind.

“Now this is more like it.” Mogak laughed, leaning closer so Lyra could feel the orc woman’s huge green breasts pressed against her back as she was sandwiched between the two of them.

Over and over they came, Ema’s mouth and ass could contain no more and Lyra’s stomach was slightly swollen with how much of the noble’s cum had been deposited inside.

“More...NO…MORE!” Ema howled, unable to stop herself.

“More you say?” Mogak smiled, snapping her fingers. Instantly Ema’s wrists slapped back to the arms of the chair, the broken straps winding around her, the tears in the leather melding back together. “Well then, we’ll just have to see just how much you can take.” She grinned hungrily.

“Please no…” Ema muttered weakly, her heart jackhammering with excitement as Mogak moved around behind Lyra, panic mounting in the elf’s green eyes as was lifted off of Ema’s still spurting cock and set gently on the ground.

“Mogak? What are you doing?” Lyra gulped nervously as the huge green woman reached around, grabbing each of their cocks, and guiding the tips together. At the same time, she adjusted her stance, the tip of her meaty green monster jabbing against the entrance to the elf’s ass.

“Sister, I’m not so sure this is a-GOOD GODS IT’S IN!” Lyra cried out, her eyes crossing as the entirety of Mogak’s cock forced its way up her ass. The tip ground against her prostate, a thick spurt of cum pouring out of her slit. Mogak’s cock slide all the way to the base and Lyra opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure as her feet were lifted off the floor by the force of the thrust. Her cock was forced the tight slit of Ema’s member, surrounding the elven erection in the hottest, tightest, wettest pleasure she’d ever known. Ema’s cock clenching tightly around her cock, moving in rippling almost sucking motions as though trying to pull her deeper. There was so much cum pouring out of Ema’s cock that it felt like dozens of tongues lapping against her length at the excess cum spilled out, soaking her balls in courtly cream.

“Let’s see how much these little elf nuts of yours hold.” Mogak grinned, reaching down to wrap her hands around the two cocks, stroking them back and forth as she pulled herself deeper into Lyra’s ass, hammering the girl’s sensitive insides with huge, gut pounding strokes that had the elf tracing her fingers along her face as she came like a powder keg.

Ema’s cock distended wildly as Lyra’s load blasted deep inside her cock, mixing with her own sperm as it was pushed out around the edges where their members connected.

Ema’s teeth were clenched together, lips parted as though screaming, though no sound came out. Her eyes were screaming as well, wide and filled with heedless hedonism.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!” She hissed over and over between clenched teeth, her eyes rolling back until just the whites were showing as her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her breasts bounced and bobbed while foam began to drip from the corners of her mouth. Her breathing caught, started and stopped randomly as even the most basic functions were having trouble running smoothly with how much stimulation was short circuiting her mind.

She tensed up, every muscle visibly contracting with effort before she suddenly slumped to the side, head lulling back and forth, her eyes vacant unseeing as they slowly closed.

“Sister, i believe she’s unconscious.” Lyra called, gasping and moaning as the Orc began to hammer her ass harder and faster.

“Now the real fun begins.” The green woman laughed as she angled her hips, grinding her cock spikes just the way Lyra loved.

The elf could only scream and moan as she was used almost like an extension of Mogak’s cock to fuck Ema’s member harder and faster than Lyra ever thought possible.

“So good! So good!” Lyra hissed, her vision dancing before her as she reached out, grabbing Ema’s head and turning it to face her so she could jam her tongue down the unconscious womans’ throat, kissing her madly as she continued to cum inside that tight todger, filling the girl’s balls to the brim once again, only to have the same seed blasted back into her own member.

“Yes, more, give me more, give...me...more…” She howled, trailing off as everything went dark.

Lyra awoke to find her tongue still in Ema’s mouth and Mogak shaking her gently. “You still alive?”

“Somehow.” Lyra gasped,

“Good,” Mogak grinned. “Because we’re just getting started.”

=---=

Together they undid the straps holding the woman down and Lyra had to marvel at how many screws and bolts had nearly come loose. The brackets bolting the chair to the floor itself had twisted and warped during the festivities, barely holding the piece of furniture down anymore. Sex toys of almost every kind imaginable covered the cum soaked floor, many of them broken beyond repair amidst countless burnt out scrolls and empty magical vials.

Maybe it was just the exhaustion of such a long and intensive session, but Lyra thought she could almost see steam rising from the tip of Ema’s cock as they undid the last of the straps and she slumped over in her seat, exhausted beyond belief.

Mogak carried Ema, cradling her like a lover as they took her to another room, lowering her gently into a warm, waiting bath and carefully sponging the cum and sweat from her body.

Once every inch of her had been cleaned the massaged her once more, this time focusing on the muscles that had strained and fought against the bindings, as well as a very thorough check to make sure that no damage had befallen her from such extreme stimuli.

Once that was taken care of they placed her gently into the large bed of the chambers reserved for her.

“Good night your ladyship.” Both women curtsied to the sleeping Ema before slipping from the room.

=---=

Ema awoke the next morning sore, exhausted, drained, and eager to go again. Reaching over to the nightstand she found a small silver bell waiting there and rang it. A few minutes later the door opened, and Lyra stepped in holding a large ornate tray laden with food. Mogak stepped in after her, holding Ema’s freshly cleaned and laundered armor.

“Lyra, would you be so good as to help me with this?” Ema asked, pulling back the blanket to reveal the large pool of cum soaking the mattress from where she’d continued to cum in her sleep.

“But of course.” The elf agreed eagerly as she climbed onto the edge of the bed, setting the breakfast tray over Ema’s lap before lowering herself down to slip that delicious cock past her lips once again.

“It would seem you have a gentleman caller, your ladyship.” Mogak offered as she set the garments down, trying not to get turned on by the enthusiastic slurping and sucking of the elf between the blonde’s legs.

“What does he look like?” Ema asked, gasping as Lyra’s efforts improved by the moment.

“It would seem he doesn’t want anyone to know.” She elaborated pointedly before crawling onto the bed as well. “Best we hurry this up. I wouldn’t want her ladyship to be late for an important meeting.

=----=

The two of them watched as Ema, accompanied by the man in the black leather mask made their way to the coach.

“That was…” Lyra smiled, barely holding back a giggle as Ema turned to wink at them both.

“Oh I know…” Mogak smiled and the man turned, bowing and tipping his bowler at them as he climbed into the carriage as well.

They watched as the carriage trundled away.

“How does one become…more like her?” Lyra asked softly as they turned back towards the doors.

“Thinking of a change of calling? Or did you mean?” Mogak stepped closer, her large green hand going to Lyra’s crotch where she could feel the elf woman’s shaft standing rock hard, buzzing from one of the magical beads lodged within her member.

“Looks like you’re already on your way.” She grinned. “I suppose you started with teasing yourself with your own tongue?”

Lyra looked slightly abashed at how easily she guessed that. “Yes sister.” She smiled, getting more and more turned on by the moment as she couldn’t help thinking of those moments of blinding pleasure so intense her body couldn’t take it.

“I’m most interested to experience more of that tongue myself.” Mogak smiled as the two of them sauntered leisurely back inside. “But we haven’t time for that now.”

“Sister?” Lyra blinked.

“Her ladyship will be back soon. She’s always horny after a hunt.” The Orc woman smiled.

Lyra’s eyes filled with excitement, her lips spreading in a wide smile. “I cannot wait.”

“Nor can I.” Mogak smiled. “Nor can I.”

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Pub: 19 Dec 2021 22:16 UTC

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