Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 11

"Almost there," Deiara cooed in her ear.

Gwennalyn mewled, eyes wide and fixed still on their audience, watching them take in the show. Her wetness was audible in the small room, squelching around those fingers. Given what she now knew about orcs and their excellent sense of smell, it was likely that every breath they took drew in more of her arousal in its olfactory form, the feminine musk emanating from her formidable in its own way.

A climax unfurled inside her, blooming up to cascade out in overwhelming waves. Her soft cries were answered by her handmaiden's comforting purrs, the older woman slipping those fingers out and drawing the princess back against her. The cessation of stimulation meant that she could come down from the ecstatic heights easier.

Deiara gave her a few moments to relax after her orgasm.

And then she grabbed at the princess, bringing her down onto the bed on her back. Trusting in her handmaiden, Gwennalyn let it happen, squirming excitedly as she was straddled, two thick thighs landing on either side of her head. Her view was filled by the full bloom of that luscious ass, while her mouth was met with a wet slit and the fragrant ambrosia leaking out like a sticky river.

A lewd rhythm began as Deiara ground languidly against her. The resultant moans from the princess were muffled, those sounds stopping quickly, replaced by eager gulping as she supped on the sweet nectar of that cunt. The only downside to this position was that she could not see their audience; of course, her imagination was capable of conjuring images of them stroking themselves to the spectacle, waiting to plunge into her nethers.

Both her hands moved to her handmaiden's ass, fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks, testing how they jiggled and shook from assertive handling. Her tongue curled as she swallowed more nectar, shuddering at the muskiness swarming her taste buds. She bucked energetically, her exposed folds dripping.

"Oooh, that's good, princess, just right," Deiara crooned softly.

One of the orcs spoke up then, his voice low and husky.

"Let me fuck her now," he growled, footfalls slapping against the floor.

Her handmaiden tutted loudly.

"Now, now, you heard the arrangement. After she makes me cum, you can do whatever you want to us."

The impatient orc grumbled, but Gwennalyn did not hear further footfalls.

"Are you tiring of the view?" Deiara asked, an unseen pout audible in her tone.

"Of course not," the impatient orc told her defensively, "but her cunt is right there."

"This cunt?" Deiara asked coquettishly, leaning forward, several fingers shoving rudely through the drenched slit.

The princess squealed, her hips bucking again, working harder with her tongue in response. The next words from Deiara were said with a husky moan due to that enthusiastic attention.

"You can wait a few more minutes to take this cunt. After all, we'll be staying in Valenzis for a while, and I have a feeling the princess will be here often. Isn't that right, Gwennalyn?"

Despite the question, her hips did not stop moving or give the princess much of a chance to answer. The affirmative groan that she managed to let out was muffled by her mouthful, but its meaning was easily understood nevertheless.

Her handmaiden continued to buck atop the princess. The moans that she let out were complemented by the whimpers that came from underneath her.

"Almost there," Deiara purred, rocking her hips harder.

From her position, Gwennalyn could hear impatient murmuring from the gathered orcs. None dared to move, however, content or at least willing to stand there, waiting for the moment when they would be allowed to approach.

A series of shudders broke out over Deiara, her pace increasing atop the prone princess. The fingers that had been so rudely shoved into her quim were merciless in pumping through the soaked channel, bringing her along as well on the drive towards climax, juices flooding out around the hooking digits. A muffled squeal spilled out from underneath her handmaiden's curviness as the oncoming climax arrived. Deiara was overcome by the same cascade of pleasure, her pace slowing and then stopping. Both women writhed in the throes of ecstasy, briefly ignoring the orcs in the room.

Her handmaiden recovered first.

The weight was lifted from her as Deiara slid off, the fingers retreating from her quivering quim, her juices wiped onto her belly.

"Come get us," her handmaiden drawled.

The princess had still been ensconced in the thrills, so she was taken by surprise when she was dragged around, her head dropping off the edge of the bed, met with dark green meat. Instinct took over, and she opened her mouth wide. Just before the length claimed her, she caught sight of the other orcs rushing the bed.

And then the shaft before her drove forward, the seeping pre-cum slicking her lips as it shoved through, skewering her throat in one rough motion. Her hips bucked, and then were grabbed by another orc, and lifted slightly, a second shaft finding her cunt, hilting brutally inside the suddenly screaming princess. Both orcs immediately began to hammer into their chosen holes.

From nearby, the sounds of her handmaiden's own predicament reached her ears. The orcs who had gone for her had neglected her mouth, so her lusty shouts rang out in the small room. Much like what was occurring with her own body, the desirous thrusts resulted in ringing slaps of flesh-on-flesh contact, rhythmic and lewd.

Besides her face and nethers, the rest of her flesh was left vulnerable, so the other orcs defiled her with their shafts, slapping them down against her breasts, smearing them along her belly, rubbing them on her hands, reaching for any bit of her. She was helpless, choking around one cock, gushing onto another, the tender reach of her smooth figure abused by various others. The orcs had complete control of her body, an unrelenting domination.

More orgasms followed, her thoughts muddying from the sheer bliss of her situation, comprised of nothing beyond the gratitude for these orcs using her and the simple animalistic enjoyment of the moment. The one between her legs held her by the thighs, his fingers easily keeping her in place so that he could pound deep into her. The one at her head rutted furiously into her throat, his balls smushed down against her nose and eyes each time he sheathed himself in her gullet. Her face had quickly become a mess, lines of pre-cum and drool running down her features, dripping into her hairline. All over, more pre-cum stained her body from squirted spurts.

The orc using her throat pulled out, giving her a few seconds to gulp down frantic breaths. As she did so, she glanced around the room, seeing several orcs gathered before the bed, hovering over the two women, jostling for position to take advantage of any available inch.

And then he nudged against her lips, and she opened wide, the next breath suffused heavily with his musk as he drove to the base in her throat, his balls resting against the bridge of her nose. The action made her channel spasm around the member currently occupying it, drawing a groan of satisfaction from that orc.

"Fuck," he cursed, "the others weren't jesting about this one."

"No, they weren't," one of the other orcs agreed, "she is quite the whore."

"This one loves it too," one of those who chose Deiara chimed in.

"We heard the princess was desperate for cock," another orc spoke up, "but we didn't know about her servant."

The gathering continued with their leisurely comments. Notably, a few remained silent save for bestial noises, like the orc ravaging the princess' throat, who only grunted and snarled.

The first gift of semen that she received came from one of the orcs slapping their shafts against her flesh. Hot spurts fired out across her breasts, dappling the smooth mounds in gooey spunk, sticking to her nipples. She jerked instinctively, the rest of the splatters bursting out all over her bosom.

The second gift of semen that she received came from the orc who had chosen her cunt. Her constant climaxes and the consequential repeated spasming of her channel coaxed out his seed, squirted into her womb as he bellowed, the sound making her mewl in response. He made sure to give her every last drop, refusing to budge until there was no more left.

Another burst of semen slapped onto her belly from somewhere else as he finally pulled out, his load squishing around his retreat.

A moment later, another guard replaced him, shoving deep with no patience. She had no idea which one this one was, her vision limited to fat green testicles and the currently empty threshold of the room. This did not bother her in the slightest; in fact, the anonymity of it only added to the thrills. He began to pump roughly, stirring up the creamy cum sloshing inside her.

The show that her handmaiden had arranged had certainly left the spectators incredibly aroused and closer to release. The orc still railing her throat reached his own end, hilting with a satisfied groan as his length pulsed, the princess squirming and whining from that telltale sensation. The load surged forth, firing furiously into her belly. Her state of constant euphoria was heightened into a blazing climax for a few long moments.

And then he pulled out, his shaft dripping more fluids onto her face. She sucked down several breaths, again glancing around at the gathering, some who had already sated themselves dressing, others taking their places. One such participant stepped up as her throat was vacated and made sure that it was plugged again. More semen splattered onto her hands from unseen sources. Dimly, through the lustful haze, the noises that her handmaiden loosed reached her ears, ecstatic cries and shameless groans.

Judging by the voices leaving the room, the orcs who had sated themselves were departing. The princess was still impaled on raging meat from both ends, her hands now her own again, allowed to slide all over her body, gathering up the spent seed there, lathering it across herself. There was still considerable weight on the bed, and since her handmaiden was still reacting enthusiastically, the other orcs were still focused on her.

The cock jabbing down her gullet pulled out, resting on her forehead to allow her several deep breaths. Copious pre-cum flowed forth, forcing her to keep her eyes closed, her eyelashes gummed together in a stickier mess. His consideration for her need to breathe was of course appreciated by the whorish princess, but in mere moments, once her lungs received the necessary air, she began to mewl pitifully, signaling that she wanted him back inside her throat. Thankfully, he understood, dragging his length along her face, more pre-cum obscuring her features. Her lips were already gasping open when he reached them, and with one thrust, he packed her throat full. She moaned around the blockage, bucking mindlessly, more climaxes swarming her, the slimy pre-cum blinding her to the rest of the room.

While the orc plundering the wet treasures of her throat pulled out occasionally to let her breathe, the one pounding her quim into a frothy mess was merciless in his lust. His nails dug painfully into the scant flesh of her thighs, the sparks of torment a delicious addition to the storm of pleasure, centered around his defilement of her womanhood, the throbbing meat keeping the walls stretched for its passage. Sprays of juices misted out over both orc and princess each time his balls whapped against her cream-slicked taint. Her cunt wept all over its conqueror, clutching greedily to it.

The princess lost track of time as her body was used by orcs. After a second load shot into her womb, her channel was left empty for only a handful of seconds before it was again claimed, her hips hoisted again into the air so that the orc in question could hammer into her drenched depths. The length plunging down her throat also erupted, bathing her gullet with heated spurts. She was only allowed a few breaths before another orc stepped up, crouching over her mouth, pumping forward impatiently, hands locking around either side of her head to keep it in place. Once those two were finished, another duo took their place, ensuring that she was not empty for too long.

There was a steady stream of guards using both women for a little while. The princess was still unable to see her handmaiden but could tell from the sounds coming from the other side of the bed that she was in consistent use as well. Those sounds included moans and purrs, sometimes muffled, other times allowed out fully. Whereas the handmaiden was allowed those times to speak, her mouth left unmolested, the princess constantly had someone driving down her gullet, blocking the sounds that she made. Even the more merciful orcs only allowed her ten seconds or so to take in the necessary air.

After the most recent duo unleashed their loads inside the princess, they departed. No other visitors were there to take their places, leaving her alone and unbothered for the first time in a while.

She heaved herself up, wiped the clinging fluids from her eyes, and caught sight of what was happening on the other side of the bed.

There was one orc left, and he was crouched over Deiara, rutting powerfully into her thick ass, the ample globes jiggling from the assault. His member kept her anus stretched out, streams of semen trickling already from the distended hole, more flooding from her cunt below. The flow of escaping seed meant that his balls were coated in the runoff from each time they collided with her taint. That sight drew her over to nuzzle up to the orc's broad back.

"Can I suck your balls?" she pleaded.

The orc gave no answer, only snorting and huffing as he fucked her handmaiden.

"Please?" she asked again, kissing at the tensing muscles of his back.

Again, he gave no answer, concerned only with Deiara.

Pouting slightly but undeterred from her rampant whorishness, she contented herself with lying down underneath them. Not only was the view incredible, but each rough thrust into that debauched asshole sent sprays of various fluids down onto her face, her mouth opening wide once that first spray landed, the subsequent ones tickling her tongue with a delightful taste. Neither her handmaiden nor the orc paid her much attention, but she luxuriated in her station nonetheless, gulping down accumulated mouthfuls of feminine cream, viscous pre-cum, and wasted seed, one of her hands sliding down to pet at her own whitewashed mound.

The orc finished with a bellow, her handmaiden grunting softly as her bowels were inundated with semen. The addition of more to her already taxed insides meant that the previous loads streamed out in syrupy ropes, dripping messily onto the princess' face. And once the orc pulled out, copious cream rained down, leaving her eyes yet again obscured, forced closed by clinging spunk. She quickly wiped the mess up to suck it off her fingers.

A rude hand took hold of her hair, dragging her out from underneath the duo. Before her was his thickness, so she pounced, licking and lapping as he glared down at her. Contented purrs came from behind her as she stripped the cock of her handmaiden's flavor. Adherence to her task came without thought or question, the need to please him leading her to drag her tongue down his length once it was dutifully cleaned, laving breathlessly at his balls.

The orc did not give her much time to indulge, only allowing a minute or so after she had obviously done the job demanded of her. He clambered off the bed, the princess watching him dress, hiding his muscular form from her view.

Once he padded out, she was left alone with her handmaiden. No orcs needed pleasing, so she turned to the other woman, finding her sprawled on her stomach, still purring. Her nethers were awash with spunk, drawing the princess' attention. Gwennalyn shimmied up in between those thighs, leaning down to lick and suck at the flow, making her handmaiden moan lewdly. There was plenty of semen to sup upon. The hunger gripping her meant that she quickly lapped up the amount of seed burbling from those holes. After those streams were cleaned, she wriggled her tongue through that clasping asshole, meeting yet more streams.

"I'm so glad I came with you," her handmaiden cooed.

The princess came off her prize, giggling excitedly.

"So am I."

Her tongue quickly resumed its efforts. More semen was mined from her handmaiden's bowels and swallowed down. One hand snuck up to caress at the similarly drenched cunt below, sending several fingers through the stretched slit, her handmaiden groaning at the sensation. Those wide hips ground back lazily against her. Pushing her fingers deeper, she made sure to provide plenty of pleasure while she sated herself on the flow coming forth from that debauched anus. The assault that the orcs had unleashed upon both women, although brief, had produced plenty of seed, giving the princess a hearty snack.

"I was hoping he wasn't fucking with us," came a voice from the door.

Gwennalyn glanced around to see another gaggle of orcs, most of them familiar from her time serving the guards under the directive of the princes.

"Please," one of them said, "don't let us interrupt."

"Yeah," another agreed, "keep doing what you're doing, we'll just watch."

She turned back around, wiggling her ass enticingly as she dove between her handmaiden's fleshy cheeks, easing her tongue back through to slurp up more spunk. The presence of that audience led her to slide her free hand down between her own legs, finding her heavily seeded quim, easing several fingers into the channel.

"Looks like we have another audience," her handmaiden purred happily.

The princess only moaned, the sound muffled, this time not by cock but by a mouthful of ass. Her dedicated efforts quickly sent her handmaiden into a climax. Gwennalyn followed, her fingers curling incessantly in her quim, met by the steadily leaking cum.

With her back to the threshold, the princess could not see the new arrival to the gathering.

A strong grip twined into her hair and yanked back.

The grizzled, old orc stood before her, glaring down with flaring eyes, yanking back again via that grip to bend her backwards. A pitiful mewl spilled from her at the sight of him.

"I want her to myself," he growled to the other orcs.

Despite a few grumbles of annoyance, none of them made a move as he dragged the whimpering princess off the bed. She landed hard on the floor, scuffing her knees, but he gave her no time to adjust, moving already to the door, her hands scrabbling along as she crawled hurriedly behind him.

Semen and sweat dripped off her as he led her out and into the next room. The setup was the same, a bed the primary furniture.

Harrum shoved her towards the bed before slamming the door shut behind him.

"On your knees, whore. Like a dog."

She squealed happily, scrambling onto the sheets, sticking her ass out for him.

Seconds passed, and his absence made her glance back.

He was standing just in front of the door, still dressed, staring haughtily at her.

"Please," she begged immediately, "fuck me, please, please..."

His impassive glare made her quiver with need, a hand sliding down to rub at her nethers.

"Take my cunt or my ass, either one, they're yours, just fuck me, please, fuck me hard..."

The words came naturally and easily, no pretense from the princess.

"I need you to fuck me hard, please, make it hurt, make me hurt..."

She could see his restraint slipping.

"None of the others can fuck me like you can, Harrum, please, come here and take your princess..."

Those words were slightly dramatized, if only so that she might finally attract him with such pathetic entreaties.