Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 05

Brand gave her no hint of his impending finish.

All he did was send his length straight down her gullet. It seemed like the countless previous thrusts, but then he paused. She would have been caught completely off guard, had it not been for the twitching of his balls and the pulsing of his member.

In an instant, her throat was awash with hot seed, gushing in great, heavy waves. She mewled around the reward, another orgasm arriving partway through his. Some of her juices began to drip off onto the floor, forming a small puddle. The spurts came fast and hard, quickly filling her belly, his orgasmic growl loud in her ears. He ground himself against her lips, his hands gripping her tightly, keeping her pinned in place.

As if I'd try to move, she thought dimly, choking around the rush of semen.

Eventually, the blasts tapered off. Brand remained lodged down her gullet, waiting until every last bit of his load was deposited down into her gut.

When he pulled back, Gwennalyn watched every inch retreat, slick with saliva and spend. Once her mouth was empty, she slumped forward, resting against his leg, breathing heavily. Slimy lines of fluid connected her lips to his cock. They broke off as she gasped for air, falling off to add to the mess coating her breasts.

She was given no time to recover.

Brash grabbed her by the hair, yanking her over to him. Beyond him, on her stomach on the bed, was Razmal, a trickle of spend escaping her distended asshole.

But right in front of her, demanding her full attention, was his thickness.

"Clean it off," he ordered.

Batting her eyelashes, she leaned forward to run her tongue up the veined length of his manhood. The taste of Razmal's insides was all over it, delicious and decadent, making her lap harder, her tongue slathering against his heated hardness. It quickly gleamed with her saliva. The princess added more in her task, breathlessly dedicating herself to cleaning off this monstrous member, and collecting the flavor of her fellow slave to the brothers' carnal wishes.

"Mmm, your cock tastes even better now," she murmured.

Brash ignored her, watching her lap along his shaft. It always astounded her that they could remain so calmly disengaged in these moments; any other man in their place would have been ecstatic to have such an eager creature at their disposal. But all that their dismissiveness accomplished was making her act even more whorish, in an effort to get them to react, to grant her some accolade.

With such a goal in mind, she lifted his shaft, and brought it down onto a breast. The contact made her groan, a splash of pre-cum seeping out to coat her nipple. Keeping an eye on him, she repeated it again and again, gleefully debasing herself. After a few whacks, her breasts were slathered in his musky fluids.

Yet despite that enthusiastic lewdness, Brash remained impassive.

Pouting, but undeterred from her lustfulness, she lifted the heft of his shaft, and latched her mouth onto his balls. The sounds of her obeisant sucking were sinfully wet. There was a sweet undertone to the rampant muskiness, one that she quickly identified as Razmal's juices, having slicked all over Brash during her many climaxes. The princess giggled to herself as she slurped eagerly all over her prizes.

After a few moments, they were yanked rudely away from her by Brash, who simply ignored her distressed mewl.

That distress was replaced by glee as he nudged his prick against her lips. She opened wide, his length quickly pushing over her tongue, its familiar flavor searing onto her taste buds. Her eyes fluttered as it shoved into her throat, its passage forcing her lips to spread.

"Whore," he growled down at her, more inches now barreling into her gullet.

She mewled pitifully around the surging shaft.

"A whore gets paid to do this," Brand observed, stepping over to watch.

"But she does it for nothing," Brash grunted.

She squealed, happy that they were even discussing her. The steady occupation of her throat finished, two swollen balls knocking into her chin. Another orgasm was ready to roll over her.

Brash wasted no time, pulling back to thrust forward, repeating the motion again, quickly falling into a smooth rhythm. His hips crashed against her lips, driving his weapon into her throat repeatedly, leaving her a gurgling, quivering mess, saliva and pre-cum dribbling down her chin.

There was no quarter given, no mercy displayed, only a ferocious savagery. He grunted and groaned, staring down at her with a lustful authority that made her tremble. Her head spun, her cunt seized, bathing her fingers in more gushes of cream. It was an incredible submission for her to feel him plundering her throat in such a carelessly rough fashion. As usual, she was giving herself over, and they were rewarding that with boundless pleasure.

After several minutes of harsh face-fucking, Brash paused, buried down her gullet.

And then he yanked it out.

Gwennalyn pitched forward, using his lower half to prop herself up. As she gasped for air, the wet heat of his length pulsed against her cheek, thrumming straight down into her core.

That length slid back after a few seconds, repositioning until it was insistent at her lips.

She opened them wide, awaiting that vicious thrust.

But instead, Brash stood still, and used his assertive hold on her hair to yank her forward, her lips spreading around the massive meat. She mewled, forced to accommodate his thickness. His strength was much more than she could fight, even if she were inclined to do so. Slowly but surely, he impaled her throat, without moving anything but his arms. His prick remained still; Gwennalyn watched as the inches disappeared before her eyes, the feel and weight of it quickly filling her gullet.

Her folds squelched nastily around her fingers. The juices by now were slicking her thighs, reaching down to her knees in sluggish trickles, the puddle on the floor grown larger. Gwennalyn gurgled as she was made to take every inch of another raging member. It throbbed deep down in her gullet, its power undeniable.

This time, Brash used a different tactic in to enjoy the slick tightness of her throat.

Instead of moving his hips, he dragged her along his length dismissively. The speed and force was the same as before, rendering her helpless. Her chin connected again and again with his pendulous balls, smearing them with the saliva and pre-cum coating her flesh. Her wet gagging and choking only further aroused both of them, only induced Brash to bare his teeth, only provoked more shudders to break out along the princess' body.

An orgasm erupted in her core. The storm of submission was intense, her place in this moment undeniably on her knees for these orcs. That she had already accepted that fact only enhanced her ecstasy, only sent her peak soaring higher, until her cunt was caught in a series of spasms, twitching around her furiously stroking fingers.

Yet again, after some time, Brash stopped, with his palm covering the back of her head, forcing her tight against the base of his thickness. She moaned, her tongue slipping out to lap at the underside of his balls, gorging on the muskiness there. His eyes bored into hers, dark and desirous; her throat convulsed around him.

He pulled back out.

Gwennalyn slumped forward again, nuzzling mindlessly into him. Her weak gasps only drew in that aforementioned musk, clouding her mind further until it existed only on an instinctive, animal level.

With his authoritative hold on her hair, he yanked her head back again.

A low growl spilled from him as he aligned himself to her lips. In a flash, he was off and thrusting again, pounding recklessly down her throat. More climaxes followed for her, strong tremors breaking out along her body.

"Whore," he spat, fucking furiously into her debauched gullet.

She gurgled around the plunging prick, her free hand now stroking at her breasts, finding them still coated in the mess that she had inflicted upon them earlier. It was slick and slimy, but she slid her hand around with gusto, massaging the fluids into her flesh.

Time passed as the princess found herself once again lost in a world of lust. Her entire existence had dwindled to desire and pleasure. Nothing else mattered to her.

Finally, after abusing her throat for a while, Brash gave her what she wanted. He hilted roughly, again using his palm to shove her down, her nose squashed into his abs. She mewled helplessly, the mewl becoming a whorish moan as she felt him pulse powerfully, a hot load on the way.

The first spurt made her cum with its undeniable potency. More spurts erupted out, bathing her maw in steaming semen. Brash growled, rotating his hips as he dumped his seed down into her belly, further stretching out her lips. One heaping helping was already sloshing in her stomach, and a second was joining it.

By the time Brash was finished, Gwennalyn had cum herself three times. It always felt so incredible to have him finish down her throat.

Of course, it feels incredible to have him finish anywhere on or in me...

Her fingers worked lazily in her slit as he pulled out. The veined length before her was gleaming with spit and spend.

She pounced on it.

Or at least tried to.

Brash's hand stopped her, again firmly holding her by the hair.

She gazed up at him, licking her lips, breathing heavily.

"Let me taste it, please," she begged.

He shook his head.

Before she could beg again, he yanked her cruelly to her feet, ignoring her cry of pain, and shoved her onto the bed.

Directly in front of her was Razmal, her dark green flesh streaked with sweat. Her asshole was distended, leaking thick streams of semen, and below that was her pink pussy, having received similar treatment as its neighbor.

"She needs cleaning up," Brash growled.

Gwennalyn moaned, her eyes fixated on the dual helping of her new favorite treat, trickling from the orc's nethers.

"Pleasure her too," he continued, "and if she says you did a good job, we'll fuck you like we fucked her."

The promise of more delicious spunk, and what would be her first taste of orcish quim, would have been more than enough to entice her to obey.

Brash's promise only added more fire to her lust.

So she took hold of Razmal's hips, and tried to roll her over onto her back.

It was more difficult than she had expected, given the orc's advantage in size. Thankfully, she took the hint and rolled over herself, spreading her legs to give the princess a tantalizing view.

The streams of semen reached down to her thick thighs.

Thus, that was where Gwennalyn started, lapping up the trickles, savoring the taste and feel of that spent seed coating her tongue. As Razmal sighed and squirmed, the princess cleaned her dark green skin, her tongue dragging along the expanse to reach as much cum as she could. There was plenty to sup upon.

Once both thighs were cleaned, Gwennalyn set her sights on the slit in between them. More semen was leaking out, mixing with Razmal's juices to create a creamy froth.

Gwennalyn leaned down to run her tongue along the drenched folds. The action made Razmal sigh, her hips bucking upwards, Gwennalyn licking harder in response. Her hands settled on Razmal's thighs, holding her steady so that she could drag her tongue up and down easier. Underneath the musk of seed, she could taste the flavor of orcish cunt. Surprisingly, it was not all that different from a human's. There was the sweetness and tanginess she had come to expect.

Her tongue swirled atop the folds, intercepting the trickles of semen, at the same time stimulating the orc. Razmal reached down to pet at her hair, caressing the blonde tresses. Gwennalyn raked her eyes up the expanse of dark green flesh before her, past the heaving belly, past those heavy breasts, locking eyes with her fellow harlot. Seeing the lust there made her moan out into her mouthful.

Emboldened by the taste, she slipped her tongue through those clutching lips, feeling the channel beyond grasp at her. More cum flowed out, directly onto her tongue, Razmal groaning loudly, Gwennalyn groaning along with her. From behind her, she heard the brothers chuckle.

"Looks like the whore likes the taste of orc cunt..."

Gwennalyn giggled, too engrossed in her treat to respond.

"And do you like how the whore's tongue feels, Razmal?"

"Yes," she sighed, her hips bucking again as the princess' tongue pushed deeper.

The brothers chuckled again.

As she slurped up mouthfuls of spent semen, one of her hands slid down to her slit, stroking gently. Her enthusiasm for the task at hand meant that the amount of seed streaming from Razmal's cunt was quickly eaten up. A side effect was that the orc received plenty of pleasure, her hips bucking randomly, her hands at her breasts, squeezing and mauling. Her ragged breathing and flushed flesh belied her oncoming ecstasy, which a few moments later arrived, creamy juices gushing from the drenched folds. Gwennalyn moaned around the new treat, the tang searing wonderfully onto her tongue. Once the flow ended, Razmal sighing in contentment, Gwennalyn slid her tongue back out.

The soaked slit had been cleaned well of any clinging spunk.

But right below it was another source of her new favorite indulgence.

Her hands fixed at Razmal's hips once more, and again, the orc took the hint, rolling back over onto her belly.

Gwennalyn set to work, lapping up the streams of cum leaking from that distended asshole, swallowing them down, quivering at the flavor. Just as with the orc's quim, there was a copious overflow of spunk, reaching down to the backs of those green thighs. Before Gwennalyn even reached that stretched anus, she lapped at the overflow, collecting as much as she could in single mouthfuls. Her tongue went higher and higher, having started at the lowest reaches of the trickles. More spent seed went down into her belly, joining the loads spurted there from the brothers, and the amount that she had lapped from in and around Razmal's slit.

Eventually, her tongue reached that debauched asshole. It was still leaking wasted seed; Gwennalyn pounced, eagerly shoving her tongue through the clutching sphincter, Razmal squealing at the sensation. As she tasted the orc's insides, one of her hands slid underneath to pet at the same slit she had just finished cleaning. The result was the lustful orc shoving her hips back, taken by surprise, but very much enjoying the dual sources of pleasure.

As she gorged on the cum flowing from Razmal's asshole, her own fingers were yet again hard at work, inducing shivers to erupt all over her body. An additional aphrodisiac was the fact that she knew the brothers were watching her; their amused chuckles made her lust burn hotter.

Another climax arrived. She moaned into her treat, more cream flowing forth, her cunt clutching around her fingers.

Before that fateful day out on the road, when she had run into the brothers, she had found orgasms hard to come by. Lucien would never even care to try to make her cum, and although Deiara had been easily able to, the handmaiden had always seemed to be a second option, one that she should not rely upon too much.

But since that day, she had not passed a single day without a deeply satisfying climax. Most of that had been provided by Deiara, but since the brothers had arrived, they had fucked her through countless ones. And while some of those had been from her own fingers while they fucked her, the ecstasy was augmented by their rough usage of her, by how dominant they were with her.

It was no surprise to her, that on this fourth night of their visit, she was once again cumming numerous times, this time without having the brothers even touching her at all. Just being in their presence, having them watching her share pleasure with another woman, was incredibly arousing.

Another climax came soon after its predecessor. Her tongue was working hard, slurping up the errant streams of seed, digging deeper to lap up all of the cum clogging Razmal's insides. The orc was groaning loudly, undulating her hips back, Gwennalyn's hand stroking at her pussy as well.

By the time Razmal had been pushed through two more climaxes, the cum streaming from her ass had been cleaned up. Despite the completion of her task, Gwennalyn still carried on lapping at the orc's asshole, taken by the taste. Much like her quim, the taste was not all that different from humans.

After a few more minutes spent in indulgence, Gwennalyn turned Razmal back over.

This time, the princess began to slither up the orc's body, kissing her way from the wet slit, through her rounded belly, and up to those heavy breasts. Her fingers continued to work inside Razmal as she drew a fat nipple into her mouth. Razmal groaned, squirming, not afforded much rest. Her zaftig frame contrasted with the princess' slender body, matching the contrast in their skin colors, dark green and pale cream.

She kissed and nipped along the slopes of flesh before her, delighting in the way Razmal reacted to anything and everything she did. Her fingers worked, curling inside the slick channel, her thumb daring upwards to press gently at her engorged clit. That elicited another squeal from the orc, her hips bucking upwards. Gwennalyn giggled around a stiff nipple.

Her enthusiasm for pleasuring Razmal was only partly to receive the fucking she needed from the brothers. Had they not issued their challenge, she would have still reveled in making her fellow slut feel good.

Sultry moans spilled from the orc's lips as the princess continued to administer to her clit. Joining her in those moans, Gwennalyn threw her leg over one of Razmal's thighs, setting herself to a pace in grinding her drenched quim against the quivering flesh. The two of them writhed together, the room filled with the sounds of their coupling.

Before long, Gwennalyn moved on from those breasts, sliding up to kiss the orc. Razmal was eager, bucking her hips up to meet those insistent fingers, her mouth meeting Gwennalyn's. Their passion was fiery, two lustful creatures caught up in carnality. The juices from the princess' cunt began to stream down the orc's thigh.

With the stimulation from those fingers inside her channel, and that thumb providing heavenly sensations, Razmal was quick to cum. Her cream spilled out onto Gwennalyn's hand; as the princess continued to grind herself against the orc, she lifted her hand from that slick slit, and tasted the nectar. Cooing softly, she moved the hand in front of Razmal, who licked at the offered digits.

Gwennalyn rose up, riding the orc's thigh, shivers breaking out all along her body. Her hands gripped now at Razmal's bountiful bust, using it to anchor herself. The orc watched her undulate, her green hand sliding up to caress at the princess' breasts, testing the suppleness. There was a desire in those dark eyes, one met directly by the same in Gwennalyn's.

"Please," Razmal groaned, "let me taste your cunt."

The request was immediately granted, the princess shimmying up along the orc's body to stop over her face. Razmal licked her lips, looking right up at that slick slit, her hands quickly taking hold of the princess' slim hips. With a lustful growl, she yanked her down.

Gwennalyn groaned, quickly feeling a soft tongue slipping through her soaked slit. The thick muscle curled in her channel, stimulating her inner walls beautifully. Razmal tightened her grip, moaning at the taste, feeling the delicious cream streaming out onto her chin. Feeling a climax closing upon her, Gwennalyn began to grind downwards, meeting the orc's eager tongue, her hands moving to the black braids, gripping them in her hands. She began to caress herself, her hands stroking at her breasts.