Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 11

The other two orcs fucked into their chosen holes, gripping at her flesh, using her already well-used nethers. Although she did her best to grind back at them, it made no difference, their enthusiasm enough to render her efforts meaningless, her body jarred and shaking between them.

Her cunt was the first to take a load, that orc hilting in her depths as he let loose, bathing her womb in more potent seed. Next was her throat, the princess gurgling nastily around a fresh flood of spunk. The third to finish was the orc rutting into her ass, his grunting rising to an animalistic snarl at the moment of climax, those heated spurts firing out into her bowels, adding to the sloshing mess that Harrum had started, that first load already starting to leak out.

Three more orcs took their place. The door had been left open, and so she could hear the sounds from the next room. Deiara's voice was loud and clear, ragged with strain but still choked with desire, exhorting the orcs fucking her to do so harder and faster.

Whereas the early part of her service had been a brief yet intense whirlwind of cock and cum, the pace slowed somewhat, these guards taking their time, not whipped into a frenzy by the languidly erotic show that the two women had put on to start the proceedings. The princess was able to luxuriate in her service, appreciating the individual orcs, who were also more appreciative of her in turn, many of them complimenting her whorishness, leaving with fond farewells or promises to return later in the evening.

After the most recent trio finished with her, she was left alone for a few minutes, reclining on the bed, the sheets matted with bodily fluids, her flesh just as defiled. The sounds from the next room were lovely, her handmaiden greatly enjoying her time with the guards as well.

A quartet of orcs appeared at the threshold.

In front were Javin and Akeza, the initial orcs who had sampled her wares earlier in the week. Behind them stood Shen, one of the female guards, and Akarra, smirking at the sight before her.

"Looks like you've had quite the evening already," she drawled, following the other three into the room.

She nodded eagerly, licking her lips as each orc began to undress.

"You two can take her first," Shen told the two male orcs.

They nodded in agreement, and strode towards the bed, the princess cooing at their approach, eyes fixed to their cocks.

"Hands and knees," Javin ordered.

Moaning in excitement, she obeyed, watching as he followed her around, stopping in front of her. Akeza came up behind her, grasping her waist, quickly sheathing himself in her cunt.

Another moan spilled from her, and then Javin took advantage of her open mouth, shoving past her lips, her resultant squeal thus muffled.

The two guards began to thrust energetically, making her bounce back and forth between them. The dual impalement stoked her lust higher, quickly conjuring up more climaxes.

From the side of the bed, the female orcs provided commentary, running their hands over the princess, from her back down to her ass, chuckling at how she responded to their touch, the way she groaned eagerly, eyes flickering away from Javin to them.

"How's her cunt?" Akarra asked Akeza.

He grunted gruffly but gave no answer beyond that.

"We should probably take that to mean good," Shen drawled.

"Probably better than good," Akarra added.

"Have you tried her cunt?"

"Earlier tonight."

Shen chuckled.

"Last time she was here, I fit my fists inside both of her holes."

"Really? You never mentioned that."

"You never asked."

Akarra grunted in slight annoyance.

Their conversation made the princess squirm. Even with the two cocks surging through her, she was not satisfied, her whorishness such that she found her thoughts directed to future exploits even while involved in present escapades.

Javin slid from her mouth then, his hand wrapping around the base. Her eyes flickered up to his face, his expression neutral.

"Suck my cock," he ordered.

She cooed, leaning forward, bringing the broad head in between her lips. Juddered as she was from behind, it was not the easiest task to lavish such undivided attention on his length. Nevertheless, it was a welcome change from the previous orcs, all of whom had simply fucked her throat instead of letting her exercise her oral talents.

Those talents were on full display now, the princess sucking at the rigid rod, drawing it deeper into her mouth, letting it slide back out, her hand replacing his at the base, stroking slowly. She alternated between sucking at the first few inches and kissing and licking at the entirety. Her nimble tongue, when given a chance, dragged up and down, cataloguing every inch, down to the cum-laden sack and even past that to his taint. The bitter musk was delicious, the briefest whiffs enough to make her moan. The thrusts from behind only sped up and increased in force, making her task more difficult, but she soldiered on, switching to drawing him back down into her wet gullet, choking around the formidable member. The satisfied groans that she heard were like sweet music to her ears. Her nose pressed into his stomach, the wrinkled sack of his testicles flush against her lips.

Always delighted to wallow in her degradation, the princess put on a little show for the female orcs, sliding her throat off his length, using the grip on his base to lift the entire shaft, slapping it down against her face, the placid blue of her eyes fixed on both women. A stream of pre-cum spurted out, arcing up onto her brow. Akarra chuckled, reaching out underneath the princess to stroke at her breasts, finding her nipples achingly hard. Her fingers caught one, and rolled the sensitive bud, squeezing it insistently. The sensation was sharp and sublime, that part of her body having been neglected for what had felt like too long.

Her moans rang loud in the room, along with the slaps of that cock on her face. She continued to act lewdly, sticking her tongue out whenever she brought the thickness down, licking breathlessly in the seconds before she lifted it up into the air again. Lines of pre-cum connected her features to it, more spurted out from each collision, further coating her in gleaming slime. A few strands reached up into her hairline, the blonde tresses matted already from all the combined fluids that had graced her face at one point or another during the evening. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Javin watching her intently. There was the faintest shadow of a smirk on his lips.

Now directing her gaze back to him, she lifted the shaft again, this time diving forward to nuzzle her nose right into his balls, inhaling deeply, the ripe scent scrambling her brain. An orgasm washed over her, from the incessant passage of the other length through her channel. Her ecstatic mewling was muffled as she brought her lips against the testicles, slurping eagerly. The imposing shaft loomed up over her during this lurid display.

"Fuck, I'm close," Akeza grunted, his first words of the evening.

The instinct to beg for his cum gripped her for a moment.

She noticed quickly that he was not stopping, his hips pumping harder into her, and knew that she did not need to beg, that her mouth was better off where it was, locked onto the fat balls of the other orc.

As expected, Akeza came inside her, basting her womb with potency. His hands gripped at her waist, every inch of him lodged inside her. During the breeding, she remained in place, sucking happily at her mouthful, rocking back at the spurts. Her eyes fluttered from the that perfect feeling of warmth in her most intimate of places.

His compatriot was not far behind.

When he came, it was onto her upturned face. The pout that had bloomed over her lips when he moved away was quickly replaced by a smile and a soft coo once his hand closed around the length and began to stroke. Already aimed at the target, all he needed to do was coax out the load. Leaking fresh seed from one hole, she gazed up at him, watching the ecstasy play across his expressions. Akeza had already pulled out, and was clambering off the bed, letting her shuffle closer.

The rain of semen sprayed out. Her mouth was wide open, awaiting the spatters, rewarded with the strong flavor settling onto her tongue. Javin groaned, hand still stroking, shifting his aim so that the rest of the spurts hit her features, frosting the ivory flesh even paler. A few stray ropes settled onto her forehead and reached past to further mat down her blonde locks.

The princess took a few seconds to roll the semen around on her tongue. A few droplets escaped, sneaking out along her lips. With the eyes in the room upon her, she swallowed, before opening wide, showing them that she had gulped down the amount on her tongue.

More orcs had entered the room. One of them eyed Shen and Akarra, neither female making a move.

Akarra gestured to the princess, busy scooping the cum on her face into her mouth.

"She's all yours."

The orcs pounced, manhandling the squealing girl into their desired position, on her knees astride one of their number while the others crouched around. In seconds, all three of her holes were plugged by thick shafts, while her hands were put to work as well.

Unlike the previous orcs, who had chosen a hole and fucked it to climax, these ones switched around every few minutes, keeping her off-balance. Someone thrusting in between her fingers one second might suddenly move around to slide through her sphincter, while another pumping deep into her throat might start rubbing against her upper back to simply use the friction of skin on skin to get off. Every so often, one that had just been rutting her cunt or ass was shoved into her mouth, presenting her with her own flavor. Amid the switching and surging bodies, she stayed on her hands and knees, the only unmoving constant, enjoying every single combination of cock.

These orcs finished one by one, spurting their loads inside and all over her. The last one reached his peak buried down her throat, seeding her stomach with bursts of his spunk.

Once he left, Akarra and Shen stepped forward.

"Our turn," the latter drawled.

The princess watched, biting her lip, rubbing at her cum-stained body, the two guards approaching with matching smiles across their faces. The bed shifted as they climbed on, pinning her between them, hands sliding all over what she had to offer, Shen pinching at her nipples, Akarra sending a few fingers into her drenched quim. Over the former's shoulder, Gwennalyn could see Javin and Akeza watching with interest, bulges rising quickly in their trousers.

Those fingers inside her slipped out all too quickly.

"Look how much she's leaking, Shen," Akarra drawled, reaching past the princess.

Gwennalyn caught sight of her extended hand, a substantial puddle of semen occupying her cupped palm.

"How many orcs have bred you so far tonight?" the guard asked her, smirking in amusement.

"Not enough," she answered cheekily.

Akarra grunted from behind her.

"Clean it up," came the command, that spunk-slicked hand tilting up to her mouth.

Loud slurps sounded in the room as she obeyed, lapping up the pool of sticky seed, shuddering as she drew more down into her belly. Another hand came up from behind to stroke at her cum-matted hair.

"Good girl," Akarra purred.

Once the offered hand was cleaned, the two females shoved her unceremoniously onto her back. She watched them strip, muscled flesh revealed inch by inch.

Shen was naked first, so she straddled the princess' head, bringing her wet petals down onto that waiting mouth. After the countless cocks crammed down her throat, Gwennalyn was happy to service a delicious cunt, her tongue sliding through, giving the orc something to grind against. Two hands took fistfuls of her hair, the tresses clumped together already by the strands of semen that had reached there.

"Spread your legs," Akarra commanded from out of sight.

The princess obeyed instantly, feeling those teasing fingers push through her slit again.

"Wider."

Again, she obeyed, mewling as fragrant juices trickled into and all over her mouth from above. Shen groaned, rocking her hips down onto the trapped princess.

A rude slap landed on her vulnerable folds, forcing a surprised squeal from her.

"Spread your legs wider," Akarra ordered sternly, "as wide as you can."

The slight aches that sprung up from her obedience were nothing compared to how that obedience made her quiver.

"Good girl. Now keep them that way."

Those fingers curled and explored inside her cunt.

"So much seed inside her. Do you take bloodclove tea? Or whatever passes for preventative measures among Freelanders?"

Shen rose up off her mouth enough to let her answer in the affirmative, dropping back down just as quickly.

"Figured as much. Otherwise you'd be heavy with a halfling by now, especially after tonight."

The princess mewled, imagining such a predicament for herself, her tongue wriggling excitedly inside Shen.

"I think she likes the sound of that," the female guard commented.

"Do you, princess? You like the idea of having your womb filled with an orc whelp?"

Again, Shen lifted her hips only to let her answer in the affirmative.

"What a surprise," the guard said drily.

Akarra chuckled.

The imagery their conversation conjured, mixed with the thrills those teasing fingers created, and the flavor of orcish femininity dominating her tongue, propelled the princess into another climax. Shen continued to grind against her mouth, only stopping soon after that climax died down.

"Do you want to take a turn?" she asked Akarra.

"Sure. I'd never pass up a ride on the princess."

The two females chuckled as they switched. The princess stayed on her back, moaning in anticipation, another dripping slit quickly lowering onto her mouth.

"Can we take turns with her cunt?" Javin cut in.

"What do you say?" Akarra asked, glancing down at Gwennalyn.

Unlike with Shen, there was no respite from those rocking hips, thus no ability to answer beyond a muffled groan.

"I didn't understand that. Speak up. Do you want them to take turns with your cunt or not?"

The princess was fully aware that Akarra was toying with her. All she could do was gaze dolefully up at the smirking orc.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Akeza asked. "Of course she wants us to take turns with her. Are you daft?"

Akarra sighed heavily.

"I'm fucking with her, idiot."

"Oh."

"Can we fuck her or not?" Javin asked impatiently.

Akarra sighed again.

"Go ahead. Unless Shen was about to use her cunt."

"No, I was just going to watch you ride her until I wanted to switch back."

More weight added to the bed as one of the male guards climbed on.

Yet another cock shoved into her. The thrusts started right away, her thighs taken into strong hands. She cooed in satisfaction, staring up at Akarra.

Just as the two females switched on her mouth, the two males did so with her cunt.

Each orc used her their own way.

Akarra was the most demanding, her hands constantly tugging on the princess' hair to guide her tongue to the best spot to provoke climax. The two males cared only for finding their pleasure, fucking her ferociously, Javin pounding harder, Akeza jabbing harshly and quickly, the former erupting with his length buried to the base inside her clutching heat, the latter pulling out to spray her belly and breasts with fresh seed. In comparison with their efforts and the expectations from Akarra, Shen was content simply to use that mouth offered to her, rocking atop it until she reached orgasm, shuddering and groaning, her ambrosia flowing out in thick streams.

The quartet backed off for a few moments, taking in the sight of the princess, lying flat on her back, gasping for breath, her pale figure quivering, streaked with various bodily fluids.

Javin and Akeza stepped back to let the females use the princess again.

For the first part of the evening, her taste buds had been coated with musky semen.

But with the two females trading off on riding her trapped mouth, that bitter saltiness was replaced by a spicy tanginess. Streams of orcish ambrosia trickled constantly down her throat. Whichever one was not using her oral talents instead caressed and teased at her body, tweaking a hard nipple or petting at her drenched folds. The combination of orc cunt and the incessant sensations drove her through several climaxes, her tongue wriggling quicker and more frenetically at each peak, thus bringing the female atop her to their own ecstatic finish, providing more sweet nectar to indulge her appetite.

"I bet she loved it when you put both your fists inside her," Akarra groaned to Shen at one point.

"Of course."

"I'm tempted to do that now."

"Why don't you?"

Akarra grunted noncommittally.

"She'll be here for a while. I've got plenty of time to ruin her holes. Right now, I just want to ride her pretty little face."

Gwennalyn groaned softly, bucking her hips mindlessly at the conversation, imagining the day when Akarra would decide to explore her as Shen had.

The unconscious motion displeased Akarra, who reached down to twist one of her nipples.

"Stay still," she growled.

The spark of pain was enough to push the princess into her next climax. Through the mind-numbing ecstasy, her submissiveness still shone though, as she did her best to limit any extraneous movements to please Akarra.

Once both females reached several satisfying peaks atop her mouth, the quartet was content to watch the princess frolic on the bed, several fingers frigging into her cunt as her other hand scooped up more clinging semen from different places on herself. She ate the cooled cream out of her palm, intoxicated by the attention from her audience.

Finally, they dressed, the three guards tossing farewells over their shoulders as they departed.

Akarra was left alone with the princess for a few moments.

"That was fun," she drawled, running several fingers over the slim thigh before her.

"Yes, it was," Gwennalyn agreed, giggling at the teasing touch.

"I'll see you around."

The princess nodded, fighting back a grin to adopt a dramatically solemn face.

"I shall see you around, Akarra."

For a little while, the princess was alone.

Judging from the noises coming from the other room, her handmaiden was still receiving a steady stream of visitors. As none of them ventured over to use her, Gwennalyn was able to lounge on the bed, listening to the moans that her handmaiden and the orcs in her room loosed. A few of her fingers circled around her distended asshole.

I wonder how long it will take for it to tighten back up.

The abuse that the quartet and the orcs before them, particularly Harrum, had unleashed upon her had left her sore and tired.

But when three new orcs appeared on the threshold, that was forgotten, the princess beckoning them closer with a crooked finger and a come-hither gaze.

Her own steady stream of visitors started up.

These orcs arrived in duos or trios. Some of them were familiar, returning for a second or in a few cases third time using her tonight. Such trivial details did not matter much to the princess, who threw herself into the continued submission with a bleary glee, keening and sighing as she was impaled on more cocks and inseminated with more cum.

One of those trios had just finished using her when another orc slipped inside.

She was masturbating lazily, purring as more semen trickled from her nethers.

"Care to rejoin your fellow whore?" the single visitor asked.

Her nod was slow and intent, a crick persistent in her neck.