Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 11

The orc strode forward, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her off the bed. Her lewd moan made the trio of orcs dressing laugh.

In the next room, four orcs were surrounding her handmaiden. Flashes of her creamy brown flesh were visible here and there. It seemed that almost every inch of her was splattered with semen, thick ropes gleaming on her thighs, fat clumps crowning her nipples, a veritable sea covering her face, sticking her eyes shut, falling off her lips in droplets to splash onto her tongue every time she grunted and groaned. Beneath her, the bedsheets were darkened by stickiness, each thrust into her from behind sending out more sprays of wasted semen onto the mess.

The orc that had invited her held her fast by the hair, only allowing her to watch as her handmaiden was rutted roughly.

When all four finished with her, he glanced at Gwennalyn.

"Want to clean her up?"

The princess gazed at her handmaiden's nethers.

There were no signs of rampant abuse like she had endured, only endless streams of semen, obscuring both holes, no pink to be seen through the sheen of clinging white.

"Yes. Please..."

The orc marched her forward, but one of the orcs who had just finished with Deiara stopped him.

"Wait, Degg," he said quickly, "I have a better idea. Get the princess down on her knees."

The slightest tug did the job.

Gwennalyn gazed up at the orcs, waiting for her chance to clean her handmaiden.

The orc who had stopped Degg shared a few muttered directives to his fellows. Two of them grabbed Deiara, hoisting her into the air, the dazed woman groaning, her legs wriggling uselessly.

Although her handmaiden was unable to understand what was happening, the princess quickly understood as that bountiful body was brought over, positioned above her tilted-back head, those holes dripping spent semen onto her face.

The two orcs holding Deiara squeezed her belly from back and front.

A sticky waterfall gushed out, splattering against the princess, her coos interrupted by sputtering as some of the gouts hit her mouth. The orcs chuckled at the sight of Gwennalyn sticking her tongue out happily, catching more spurts, luxuriating in how it felt as great rivulets spooled out onto her cheeks and nose and forehead. A weak moan came from her handmaiden, still quite literally blind to what was happening, feeling that pressure forcing out the cum inside both her cunt and ass.

The flow burbled down to dapple the princess' shoulders and neck, her hair doused now in slimy semen. She giggled drunkenly, one eye plastered shut from the impromptu baptism, the other watching more squirts dribble sluggishly from her handmaiden.

The two orcs dropped Deiara back onto the bed. She groaned, stretching out her arms and legs.

Degg chuckled, taking a good look at the cum-covered princess kneeling before them, several fingers jammed into her quim, her other hand scooping up the seed they had given her straight from her handmaiden.

"Good idea," he grunted to the orc who had come up with the idea.

"Figured she'd like that one."

The group left, leaving the two women alone.

Hearing those groans, Gwennalyn was quickly attracted to the bed, slithering in alongside her handmaiden. She peppered that cum-coated curviness in eager kisses, pressing against it to let some of those viscous strands smear along her.

"I was wondering when you'd come back," her handmaiden purred, turning to return the affection, drawing the princess into a firm embrace.

They kissed, sharing some of the semen that had been squirted onto the princess' face from her handmaiden's insides.

"You look ridiculous," Deiara told her, chuckling softly.

Gwennalyn giggled, aware of the amount of spunk blanketing part of her face, the flow reaching far down enough to dapple her breasts and high enough to mat down her hair. One eye was still plastered shut, until her handmaiden licked the stickiness off, making the princess squirm from the feeling of lips on her eyelid.

"I'm glad that you joined me for this," she told the older woman.

"So am I," Deiara replied, leaning down to kiss and suck all over the princess' face and neck.

The two women took up the gargantuan task of cleaning each other of all the clinging cum their bodies had accumulated. The visitors still came by, a guard on duty all day finally able to take a break or two comrades using the women a second time or an orc wanting one last romp with them before starting nighttime duty. Neither princess nor handmaiden lamented their task's frequent interruption, as each new or repeated arrival meant more semen to snack upon, spurted into Gwennalyn's cunt or Deiara's guts or all over both of their faces, the amount of gooey white replenished.

Ensconced in the room, time was not a concern. The only evidence for how late it had gotten was the exhaustion in their bodies and the fewer visitors, only one, maybe two, every so often. The two women laid side by side, one woken up occasionally by an impatient orc taking advantage of their prone body, the other woken up by the resultant moans. Once that visitor was finished, they fell back asleep, only for it to happen again a little while later with another orc.

Eventually, Deiara heaved herself off the bed, trudging over to the door.

One more orc appeared on the threshold.

"Come back tomorrow," she told him, closing the door.

Gwennalyn giggled blearily as her handmaiden climbed back onto the bed.

"Good night, Deiara," she said, receiving a mumbled reply, that familiar warmth nuzzling up against her.

The duo fell asleep, their slumber thankfully uninterrupted by lustful visitors.