Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 11

A snarl broke over his fearsome countenance, and he finally approached.

His weight made the bed shift underneath her, his hand landing on her upper back, shoving her down, a squeal coming out from the treatment.

"I will take your cunt," he growled, the broad head of his thickness nudging against her slit, "and then I will take your ass."

One moment later, and the first part of that proclamation was made true.

He gave her no time to adjust to his throbbing meat. The cry that she had loosed at her impalement became a series of stuttering moans as he unleashed punishing thrusts that rocked her to her core. Her hands fisted into the bedsheets, searching for some physical anchor to keep herself rooted to that spot, rooted to that moment in which he asserted his claim to her physical treasures. A hard and unyielding grip wrapped around her hips, the old orc grunting as he fucked her soaked quim. The orcs who had been in that particular hole had filled it to the brim, but now he was forcing those loads out in thick trickles, as if his mission was to delegitimize the previous claimants by making sure only his seed remained inside her once he was finished.

Ceaseless climaxes washed over her. His cock drove relentlessly through her channel, stirring up the slurry of semen and ambrosia, sending it dribbling down her petals, dripping off onto the bed in slimy lines. She whined, working back at him despite his hard grip keeping her from moving too much. The hand in the middle of her shoulder blades also kept her facedown on the bed. The strength that he brought to bear was easily able to overpower her mindless writhing.

He leaned down over her, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

"You want it to hurt, princess?" came his dangerously low voice.

She nodded, licking her lips at the thought of what abuses he might unleash upon her.

"I do, please, please..."

His hand let up on her back.

"Up on all fours," he ordered.

The thrusts did not stop to make her task easier, but they did ease up. With a considerable effort despite that slight bit of mercy, she heaved herself up onto hands and knees, glancing back over her shoulder at the grizzled orc. The furious lust blazing in his eyes made her mewl, anticipatory quivers running through her.

His arm moved slowly but surely from next to her. She watched with wide eyes as it wound its way around her throat, the bulging biceps thicker than her neck.

"Take a deep breath," he growled, "you're not getting another one until I let you."

The breaths that she took, even with that arm slack, made her very aware of its presence.

"Do it," she pleaded meekly.

The arm tightened, its muscles easily cutting off her air. The thrusts picked back up, driving deep into her, such ferocity almost too much for her arms to hold against. They trembled and shook, but she stayed on all fours for him.

Her eyes bulged from their sockets and her tongue lolled from her mouth as the air dissipated from her lungs. A harsh ecstasy reigned over her, the euphoric feeling of asphyxiation the final provocation. Harrum paid little attention to how she gurgled helplessly, those noises trailing off into silence. Darkness began to creep in from the corners of her vision. The desire to get free was nonexistent, although the instinct for survival led her body to struggle, unsurprisingly unable to budge the might of that arm even one single inch.

Dangerously close to the point of suffocation, he eased up, letting her suck down coughing breaths. The ecstasy was still swirling, every inch of her body tingling with pleasure. His hips rocked back and forth, the rhythm harsh and punishing.

"You should stay in this room for the rest of your visit," he sneered.

She did her best to nod in agreement.

The arm around her throat tightened again, turning her soft mewling into a choked coo, a delirious smile spreading on her face. One of her arms moved to his, tugging at the rock-hard muscles, not wanting to dislodge it, only wanting to feel it tighten in response, a warning growl coming from him. A line of drool spilled from her slack lips, another orgasm bubbling up. It erupted over her as the air lessened in her lungs, a pounding in her head from the lack of air, more juices streaming out from her, adding to the mess frothing around his plunging length.

Through the murkiness of the asphyxiation and the overwhelming ecstasy, she registered his cruel voice, but did not pick up the specific words. There was nevertheless the understanding from her that it was likely a disdainful comment.

Her pathetic choking became silence again. The ecstasy increased, more seizures rocking her cunt.

And then he relented again, the princess gasping hoarsely. The pounding in her head calmed as her body received the air it so desperately needed.

"Fucking whore," he taunted her, "what would your people think of you if they could see you now?"

All that came from her at that thought was a quiet whimper. Her fertile imagination conjured a scenario in which he claimed her before her father's court, the disapproving nobles nevertheless watching with interest. In this scenario, plenty of the males wondered how they might do the same to her, while plenty of the females wondered how they might have the same done to them.

Harrum fucked her ruthlessly, droplets of his sweat falling to splash against her upper back, the green meat of his member met with constant spasms from her debauched cunt. More of those spasms dappled his length in nectar as he choked the princess through several peaks, bringing her to the edge of unconsciousness each time before relenting.

Ultimately, those spasms did him in, the old orc rumbling low in his throat as he pumped her womb full of his seed, his arm tight around her neck, another round of asphyxiation occurring as he reached his end. The addition of a fresh load spiked her ecstasy higher.

This time, when he let up with his arm, it slid entirely from around her neck, his length retreating as well from her channel.

She whimpered, turning to come up onto her knees.

Her mouth found his chest, scars crossing the muscular flesh here and there, the princess leaving little adoring kisses here and there.

"I love it when you fuck me like that," she cooed to him.

"Of course you do," he answered coolly, "you're a whore."

"I only have one complaint."

He growled, arching a brow, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"You didn't make it hurt," she finished, pouting dramatically.

His hand flew to her neck, and he shoved her onto her back. She mewled, spreading her legs as he moved between them.

"You want it to hurt?" he asked darkly.

Her nod was quick and enthusiastic.

"Please...please..."

With a forward swing of his hips, he dragged his length through the mess still caking her mound. His hand closed fully around her neck, and he squeezed, once again cutting off her air. She gurgled around his fingers, his length sawing along her slit, feeding her more pleasure, the cascading thrills building quickly.

The hand removed from her throat as his cock slid back from her womanhood.

And then the broad head dropped lower, between the cheeks of her ass, nudging them apart, aiming for the yet untouched ring of flesh there.

The flood of fluids had reached her asshole, thus providing some lubrication for him to use. The breath that she had sucked down left her lungs at the moment of impalement, the old orc showing no care for her body, tearing her tender anus apart in one brutal thrust. She screamed shrilly, her back arching at the painful thrill.

His hands closed around her thighs, yanking them further apart, the force of his hips easily conquering her tight asshole, fitting inch after inch of his thickness through. It was uncomfortable of course, her body made to yield so immediately, made to accommodate such violent desires, but the princess luxuriated in such mild agony, loving how her insides were squished aside by the passage of that beast, a pressure arising deep in her belly. He hilted with a grunt, the princess' earlier shriek dying down to a languid moan, her back still arched, off the bed entirely, her meager breasts offered up to his gaze.

In response to that sight, one of his hands left her hips to add more pain to the mix.

It began with disparaging slaps to each breast, leaving red handprints here and there, likely creating more bruises to add to the fading marks. On some of the harder slaps, he also trapped the mound of flesh between his fingers, crushing her bosom, her mouth falling open, a soft gasp spilling out. Able to multitask, he continued to rut into her tight anus with a vicious fury, loosening the hole.

Once he tired of the mere slaps, he targeted the nipples. His fingers twisted them, tweaked them, pinched them, each torturous sensation sending shivers down her spine. More climaxes battered at her body.

On her back, hands once again fisting into the bedsheets, there was nothing she could do to prevent such cruelty. He snarled at her, sneering with each pathetic mewl that spilled out. Her eyes were wide and fixed on his, nonverbally pleading for more abuse, for more pain, for more of what he could offer. She understood somewhere inside her mind that this was a new level of scandalous, craving the pain along with the pleasure, not merely tolerating or respecting it but openly wanting it, appreciating how it mixed with and in truth became the pleasure.

His grip shifted on her hips, and he levered her lower half upwards, her legs falling back towards her chest. He rose up above her, strong and dominant. The thrusts had not stopped during this maneuver, but now they did, his cock buried entirely inside her.

It pulled out, slowly, steadily, until only the head was left nudged through her clasping sphincter.

And then he slammed down, the princess shouting out her bliss as he filled her guts with throbbing meat.

The intent became clear as a rhythm was established.

There was no unrelenting pace, but he put every ounce of his considerable strength into the effort. The result was a rough pounding that quickly left her asshole sore, but her body burning with ecstasy, her throat hoarse from all the cries and screams. There was also delicious anticipation, the princess knowing that each time he slid back through her insides, it presaged another impalement, once again stretching her anus back to its grotesque distension.

"How does it feel?" he asked her mockingly at one point.

She tried to answer, but he timed it so that at her next breath, he plunged down into her again, turning the words she would have said into a tremulous wail.

The hulking stature of the orc loomed over her, practically casting an all-encompassing shadow. His thickness dragged back through her bowels, the princess writhing, her asshole clutching around it, trying in vain to stop its gradual retreat.

It stopped again just inside her entrance.

Harrum drove down, spearing her anus with every inch of his formidable member, snarling at her exultant cry. With his shaft buried inside the squalling princess, he moved again, pushing on her lower half, lifting it further off the bed, moving himself as well to make sure she remained fully impaled.

The result was that her entire body was supported by her head, neck, and shoulders, a wholly uncomfortable position that nevertheless made her feel even more helpless. His hands locked around her calves, gripping tightly, enough to conjure up more pain for her.

His rhythm was merciless, the long, drawn-out retreats, her whorishness leading her to mewl in desperation during those moments, fearing that he might truly leave this time, and then the vicious thrusts, tearing through her asshole, his balls whacking loudly into her flesh to provide quite the cacophony, her mewls interrupted by one agonized shriek, which trailed off into fevered breathing as she struggled to adjust to the wonderful feeling of fullness, before those accursed retreats started again.

Aside from the harsh violation and the delightful helplessness, the best part of her predicament was the view. The enraged lust reigning over the old orc's face lent a savage gleam to his dark eyes, his lips curling back to reveal his teeth in a feral smile, giving him an overall bestial appearance, as if he were a mindless animal claiming a bitch in heat. His muscles tensed and rippled, about to unleash another burst of strength, her mewling increasing as she awaited that sublime sensation, her insides shifted aside roughly.

He rammed downwards, spearing through her loosened anus, grunting at the way her bowels gripped him. One of the countless climaxes of the evening washed over the princess. The sticky white rivers from her quim were now trickling down her belly, mingling with her feminine nectar, making her midriff glisten. Her face was a mess as well, blonde locks plastered to her forehead from drool, pre-cum, and semen.

His strength was considerable, as was his dedication to achieving the task he had set himself to in torturing her. All over her were sparks of pain, from slight aches to more acute soreness. Her throat was hoarse from all the shouting, her ass fucked into ruination by his meat, her breasts the recipients of his cruel focus, her calves still in his grip.

But he nevertheless reached his limit in the smothering embrace of her insides. His last thrust was particularly rough, jarring her, the force that he put behind it mashing her further into the mattress. The veins in his neck and forehead bulged out, his head tossing back to let out a triumphant roar, the sound making her whine, another bout of ecstasy firing out all over her. Through the haze of euphoria, she felt his length throbbing, at the point of release.

Her craving for more hot seed was fulfilled by the spurts that pumped her guts full of spunk. His roar trailed off into low growling, his weight pressing down against her slim frame throughout the insemination of her bowels.

Warmth spread in her belly from the heated splatters. She cooed happily, clenching her asshole around him to milk every drop out.

Even after the last spurts fired out from him, he stayed atop her, breathing heavily now, sweat rolling down his forehead.

One of his hands moved from her calf to her neck.

She mewled as the thick fingers wrapped around, squeezing hard, cutting off her next breath.

"Was that to your liking?" he growled darkly.

Her mouth opened, but the only noises that she could summon were pitiful gurgles. She tried to nod as well, the slight movement drawing a dry chuckle from him, the understanding there as to her intent. The previous climax had dissipated, but the pleasure was still prevalent, spiking now from his cruelty, her head spinning from the lack of air.

As she was choked out by the burly orc, his cock began to slide back, leaving her asshole. The head popped out with a lewd sound, dribbles of the fresh load immediately streaming forth out over the wrecked ring of flesh, adding to the mess staining her nethers.

Darkness hemmed in from the corners of her vision. Above her, dominating her gaze, was his massiveness, the green-skinned brute dwarfing the lithe princess. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth, the breaths failing to bring any air down to her lungs around his unyielding grip.

And then he removed the hand.

Gwennalyn slumped onto the bed, her legs falling forward, her body allowed to unfurl into a comfortable position.

Immediately, the grizzled orc took advantage of her momentary lack of awareness from the near-asphyxiation.

Her vision cleared, and above her was his monstrous member, gleaming with combined fluids. He had straddled her neck, once again using his strength and weight to easily corral her.

The hefty shaft slapped down onto her cheek, the blow with intent behind it. She whimpered, opening her mouth as it dragged down towards her lips, her tongue peeking out to wriggle against the offering.

A few licks were allowed before the beast lifted into the air again. Her wide eyes were fixed on it, attracted to such power.

It whacked down onto her other cheek, smearing the mess of juices over it. The broad head slid across the bridge of her nose, sending wafts of the incredible scent straight up her nostrils, the heady musk making her quiver.

Harrum spent the next few minutes alternating between her cheeks, leaving the ivory flesh reddened. Each blow was like a slap to the face, sharp pain springing up, adding to the ache that underlined the euphoria. His grim countenance broke into a sadistic smirk at the marks that he left, his nails digging into her scalp as well to make sure that she could not move an inch from the place he had put her.

When he got tired of laying down those disparaging slaps, he lifted his cock and smushed his testicles against her lips. The princess let them obediently, her tongue wriggling against the crinkled flesh.

With his judgmental gaze upon her, she luxuriated in her submission, this a less torturous type. Her mouth was locked around his sweat-slicked balls, zealously worshipping them. The grip in her hair was unforgiving, but she enjoyed the reminder of his brutality, how he was demanding this obeisance, giving her no quarter or ability to protest. Her mind wandered, bereft of any meaningful worry, wondering how many orcs were waiting outside the closed door, how many had already used Deiara and were waiting to do the same to her, how many had taken their turn but would return soon.

Harrum wasted a little more time with her, basking in the sensations that her mouth provided, the warmth embracing his testicles, the saliva dripping all over. His weight kept her down throughout the oral adoration. Only her lower half was free to move, and it did so, squirming and bucking, her mound and asshole caked and coated with spent semen, his load burbling forth now, joining those of the previous orcs.

Finally, the weight was lifted off her, his bulk shifting from the bed.

The princess watched, idly running her hands over her abused and bruised figure, her eyes fixed on his musculature, pouting when more and more was concealed by his clothes.

He left without a word, opening the door, brusquely shouldering through the orcs waiting outside.

The gathered guards charged over the threshold, pouncing on her body, her thirst for carnality returning to its full force. A few of the visitors were familiar from her service earlier in the week.

One orc moved up behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist to lift her onto his cock, the head poking against her asshole. The first few inches speared through, her sore guts taking another shaft.

With an upwards shove, he sent more inches inside her, the princess whimpering at the feeling, another orc stepping up between her legs. She tracked his length as it neared her quim, disappearing into the slit, green skewering pink.

A third orc clambered up into their midst, the one behind her pushing her forward, towards his comrade's member. Her mouth was quickly claimed, the three holes put to the test once more, taking quick and rhythmic thrusts, the trio grunting from the way her body reacted, the wild spasms of her channel, the needy clenching of her anus, the wet choking of her throat. There had been more than three orcs waiting outside the door, but the others did not join in.

It was a different treatment these orcs unleashed upon her. There was no crass and cruel torture, no attempts to hurt her, no sneering insults, only mindless desire and aggressive fucking. Her body lit up with climaxes, by now the pleasure simply a constant. Every and any little thing these orcs did to her resulted in wonderful sensations. She held on to the hips of the orc pumping into her mouth, appreciating the rock-hard muscles tensing there, his hands resting on her head as he drove repeatedly down her gullet. Lines of drool dripped down onto her breasts, the constant motion of that thickness stirring up saliva that she could not keep from escaping.