How to Train Your Orkhai Ch. 03

The orkhai's legs were as if frozen in place, her body unable or unwilling to move away from the drow nor was she sure of what she should do or even say instead. "I can't... can I?" Thinking and hesitating was something she could only do for so long, however, as the veneer of kindness on the intimidating elf's face soon began to fade. "If you cannot decide, I will do so for you," Amal chastised Tarai, glaring impatiently and pointing to the ground in front of her. "Kneel."

Hardly a moment later and before the tall girl even fully realized it, her knees were on the stone floor. It wasn't a spell that'd made her do so, Tarai thought with some certainty, and yet the priestess' command had felt so powerful to her. Looking up, the orkhai saw the triumphant smile on Amal's face as the elf slowly strutted over - but soon, she couldn't ignore that swaying shaft anymore. The smooth surface beyond a vein or two that slowly swelled, the far-darker tip that became clearer and clearer, or the egg-sized balls that hung in a smooth sack below the base. It was big, the orkhai realized with a subconscious swallow.

"Are they all like this?"

"Must I really spell it out?" the drow asked, an eyebrow arched in skepticism. Letting go off her member, Amal's hand settled on her cocked hip. "If you do not start at your own pace, we'll start at mine - and I promise you... I won't be gentle."

The threat was clear, and the orkhai knew she couldn't afford to wait any longer. Gingerly bringing a hand up towards the eight-inch shaft, Tarai startled ever so slightly as the deep-gray shaft twitched a bit, earning her a mocking laugh from the priestess. Flustered, the kneeling girl did her best to ignore the way her face burned, carefully grabbing the fattening cock around the base. It felt... curious, really. Rather warm, soft and yet hardening underneath her touch, pulsing with the elf's heartbeat - nervous as she was about hurting Amal by squeezing too hard, her mismatched eyes glanced up at the drow who didn't need words to order her to keep going.

"This can't be that hard, right?" Tarai told herself, having heard a few things despite her complete lack of experience. She just had to start by rubbing up and down, finding... metal bits at the bottom? "What are...?" she whispered in surprise, lifting the cock ever so slightly to find rows of studs all the way down big dick's underbelly.

"Piercings, girl..." the drow teased her, a smug smile on her lips. "Surely you aren't afraid of them, hmm?"

Truth be told, the way those glimmering studs adorned the member that had at least stopped growing did make Tarai a bit anxious, but she knew there was no backing out now. "N-no..." the demure orkhai replied, painfully aware of how the shiver in her voice betrayed the truth. Nevertheless, she returned to the task at hand - or rather, in her hand. Gripping just that bit firmer, Tarai began slowly. With each turn of her wrist the girl pumped a few inches, she tried to watch carefully for the slightest sign of discontent on the drow's face - but when that impressive cock twitched in her grasp, the orkhai let out a small gasp, her eyes fixed on the organ as she was caught off-guard. It stood menacingly, the head angled towards her face while pulsing a bit, both it and its owner not needing words to demand that the orkhai continued. Not that Tarai had to be told... she knew she had to finish what she started.

Doing her best to recall what she'd heard around her clan, the kneeling girl brought a hand further up the shaft to softly rub the head and the first inch or two, perplexed by the weight of the rod, the feeling of the metal bars at the underside on her fingers and the way the drow's skin gently shifted underneath her fingers. Such silky smooth skin covering so hard a member, and interspersed with the metallic adornments... it made for a very unusual, but not unpleasant feeling for the orkhai. "Good girl..." Amal sighed, stroking Tarai's hair appreciatively. "This isn't that hard... is it?" the orkhai thought, biting her lip as her arms pumped back and forth clumsily, but with increasing confidence every few moments. If she could get Amal off this way, Lanica might not even think too poorly of her!

A few minutes passed, mostly quiet in this room aside from the occasional sigh or tease from the priestess. If anything, it were the people working elsewhere in the magazine that were quite a bit louder. "Doesn't sound like they've seen Lanica, either," Tarai noticed, looking back up to the elf with her mismatched eyes. That flat, subtly toned stomach, the gentle swell of those gray tits, the way Amal looked down on her... "...She really is rather pretty," the orkhai admitted to herself - a part of her was happy that out of all the people that could've put her in this position, at least this big-dicked elf was someone very easy on the eyes. Then, she began to notice something new beginning to cover her upper hand. Something wet and... sticky? "What is...?" Tarai asked in confusion, not understanding what this clear liquid was until she saw where it was leaking from.

"By Her mercy, you really are clueless, aren't you?" the priestess mocked her with a laugh. "That would be pre-cum - a sign you aren't doing everything wrong." Too embarrassed to respond, Tarai cast her eyes down from Amal's face as she kept on jerking - but with the cock mere inches from her face, she couldn't help but be captivated by the fluid that'd begun dripping down the now-glistening head. The cock was growing slicker with each passing moment, the lubrication lending a rather lewd slicking sound to the ordeal.

As if it sensed Tarai's interest, the big drow dick spurted a small strand of pre that hung from the swaying shaft, the orkhai gasping when she felt it drop on her thighs - thighs that she hadn't even consciously registered were rubbing together. "I know you need more than a mere look, and I want far more than just your hands..." the priestess purred, gently but firmly grasping some of the orkhai's dreadlocks to pull her closer - something Tarai didn't fight back on. "Time to use those lips of yours."

Refusal still wasn't an option, nor was it something the kneeling girl thought about at that moment. Not with Amal slowly swaying that fat, tempting cock left and right hardly an inch from her lips. Finally, Tarai's tongue left her lips, gingerly nearing the bead of pre-cum until the taste spread over her tongue. Salty, but not overbearingly so, and not without a sweetness that held a certain appeal - certainly different from Lanica's juices, and yet, nevertheless similar. Before she even knew what she was doing, the orkhai's tongue brushed against the big tip, licking up the rest of the drow lube with an enthusiasm that left Tarai blushing when she realized what she'd just done. "I'll... I'll have to tell her later, won't I?" the conflicted orkhai asked herself.

Knowing that there was a more pressing matter pressing against the tip of her tongue, the kneeling girl put those worries aside for the moment and gave Amal's cock a short kiss instead, brushing an errant braided strand of hair out of her face. The priestess didn't speak as Tarai grew a bit more brazen with her movements, nor did she have to - her smirk told the orkhai plenty. The way those full lips opened with a pleased sigh when the novice fellatrix wiggled her slender muscle just below the crown's ridge told her so much more, however - even an intimidating drow had her weak spots!

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Lanica watched with rapt attention as she off-mindedly chewed on a tuft of her tail. "She's taken to it so well!" she noted with glee, having feared a far worse outcome when Amal revealed her dick - it seemed Tarai might be more interested in cock than she herself was. "All the better... a truly devoted cockwhore would earn me so much extra," the catgirl knew, already fantasizing about the future as her girlfriend knelt and gave a well-hung drow what looked to be quite a nice treatment - admittedly, Lanica didn't quite know how a handjob like that would feel.

Her fingers snuck below the fabric of her clothes to toy with one of her own tits, the copious doughy flesh sending pleasant sparks down her body as she watched the two. "Fuck, that ass is excellent..." the neko had to admit yet again, struggling to tear her eyes away from those big, perfectly shaped bronze cheeks - from this angle, she couldn't see much more than Tarai's back, but that wasn't a problem for her in the slightest. Still, amazing as that ass was, the catgirl couldn't help but notice that there was a small trickle of excitement running down one of the orkhai's thighs either.

"Perfecttttt...." Lanica grinned, well aware of what that meant.

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Licks and kisses followed each other while Tarai explored the first few inches with her mouth, and when she resumed her handjob in earnest the orkhai noticed that Amal leaned back against some furniture - she really was doing it! "That's a good little slut..." the drow sighed, toying with one of her own modest breasts. Frowning ever so slightly, Tarai looked away. She wasn't a slut, was she? When the elf's other hand took a hold of the kneeling girl's dark hair, the orkhai startled ever so slightly, looking up with wide eyes. "But a proper blowjob requires a bit more than this," Amal told the confused girl with a teasing edge.

It soon became very apparent what the priestess had meant when she pressed against Tarai's lips with the thick cock's head, and instead of fighting it the orkhai surrendered to it. Opening her jaws, she felt the warm dick eagerly take advantage of the invitation until it bumped into the roof of her mouth - seemingly enough to sate Amal for just a bit, as she relaxed her grip into a content stroking of Tarai's dreads. "This can't be too hard... can it?"

Sucking exploratively on the tender, sensitive head produced results almost instantly, from the way the priestess hung her head back with a delighted sigh to how the orkhai's tongue got rewarded with a little gush of that tasty pre-seed. Encouraged from seeing the fruits of her labour with her very own eyes, Tarai closed her lips tightly below the head, swirling her tongue all over the softer head - even managing to taste the first barbell below the head - and stroking every inch outside of the soft ring of her lips.

"Yesss... Keep going, you sexy thing - show me how a halfbreed blows her betters!" Amal ordered, staring down with heated eyes. The drow's words aroused some mixed feelings in the orkhai, who really hadn't meant to be in this position if she could've helped it despite the elf so confidently calling herself superior, and yet... there was something about them that felt so very, very right.

A cute, muffled moan hummed against Amal's cock when the kneeling fellatrix felt it jump again in her mouth, bobbing up and down an inch or two as her confidence grew with every sign of pleasure from Amal. "...I wish I could try this for Lanica..." Tarai thought, the thought of her girlfriend with such a nice, big cock almost impossibly making her blush even harder. Were all shafts like this? If everyone with a dick was like the drow... well, the thought certainly appealed to the orkhai. "But Lanica is all I need - with or without a cock!" the determined orkhai reminded herself.

The blowjob went on for a few more minutes at the novice's gentle pace, but as the girl soon found out... it wasn't enough. Trying to pull her head back like she'd done dozens of times by now, Tarai froze when she suddenly felt the priestess' firm grip prevent her from doing exactly that - and scarcely a second later, Amal rammed her cock down the orkhai's virgin, wholly unprepared throat. Gagging immediately, the startled, wide-eyed girl unconsciously clenched her jaw for just a moment, feeling her teeth graze the rock-hard and oh-so-sensitive cockflesh before she realized what was happening. The drow hissed in pain as the elven dick was yanked out of her mouth - right before a hand smacked Tarai's cheek HARD.

"You worthless whore!" Amal spat with derision, her brow contorted with hurt anger while Tarai was too frozen to do anything but instinctively cover her cheek with a hand as the pain blossomed where she was struck - and yet, as sharp as the pain was the shock of what'd happened was far worse. "I was naive to think you were capable of even a subpar blowjob - whatever degenerated surfacer cunt I am embarrassed to have to acknowledge as even being distantly related to me clearly did not pass on any of their elvish grace to you..." the drow spat, making the mortified orkhai wince from the harsh words. "Shadow's Embrace, consider yourself lucky I am not wounded, or I would shackle you for this!"

"I-I'm s-so... I'm s-so sorry!" the orkhai stammered, her voice trembling with shame, both from what she felt was her messing up and simply being in this situation to begin with. "It was going so well..." she thought with dismay. Tarai couldn't bring herself to look up at the insulted priestess' face - but she did notice Amal's cock wasn't any softer... "Pl-Please tell m-me how I can apo-apologize!" she begged, utterly terrified of the drow leaving the room in such a state and finding Lanica. She could not risk that happening!

"By all rights, I should leave and not waste any more time on someone so incompetent, but..."

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Nearly pressing her face against the wood as she watched, Lanica's ears twitched from the oppressive silence that followed Amal's words. Tarai'd fucked up, that much was clear... but her customer didn't quite seem done with her. "What'll she do?" the neko thought, worried that she might have to interfere if the priestess grew too abusive - even if it'd cost her some coin.

She could see Tarai just sit there on her knees, her shock and embarrassment as clear as the sun on a cloudless day despite only being able to see the orkhai from behind. That strike had sounded rather vicious, and yet her girlfriend had just taken it. "The elf should count her blessings..." Lanica mused, well aware of just how much Tarai's fists could've hurt her in return, if the amazonian orkhai hadn't been so pathetically meek. Scoffing at the girl in front of her, Amal drew the beastkin's attention back to her, and both Tarai and the catgirl watched her every move with rapt interest, born of regret and of curiosity respectively.

"You will have one more chance, you sad little thing..." Amal began as she calmly walked towards a large, covered table, not looking at the orkhai whose head jolted up with hope. "If you do not disobey. Hesitate even once, and I will not suffer the sight of you for any longer." The hung, gray-skinned elf grasped a large cover on one of the walls before glancing back, her eyes fixed firmly on Tarai's. "Understood?" she asked - although it was clear to Lanica it wasn't a question at all.

Answering with nothing but a weak nod, the orkhai sat there frozen in place - whether she was distrusting her voice, or simply too shy, Lanica didn't know. She didn't particularly care either, and judging by the way Amal's lip curled ever so slightly before turning back towards the tarp, neither did the priestess.

The cloth was pulled from the wall with such a practised, almost theatrical ease that Lanica knew for certain this wasn't the first time the priestess had done this - whether or not any previous audiences had been quite as surprised by the sheer range of equipment on display was a different matter, but she didn't doubt it. Long, gloved armbinders, cuffs and chains, gags and bits - and more than a few whips, too... "That's... wow," the neko thought, at a loss for words, but as she looked at her kneeling 'girlfriend' she couldn't resist a wicked smile creeping up her lips - if the neko had been surprised by the revelation, then the orkhai was utterly flabbergasted.

"Mhmmm... what a bother... These are simply too small for someone so big," the drow mused, her hand brushing over the armbinders from the smallest to the largest on display until she looked back at Tarai, biting her lip in thought before her expression hardened ever-so-slightly. "This won't do. Get up," Amal ordered as she grasped a length of soft-looking rope, watching with approval as the orkhai obeyed - perhaps not without some reservation, Lanica noticed, but she rose nonetheless. "You might discover a new side of yourself here, halfblood," the confident elf smirked, stretching the twisted cord a bit as she moved to Tarai's back and tossed the crop aside. "Many have, trust me... Now, be a dear and hold those arms behind your back."

Bondage...? The excited catgirl hadn't even registered her own tail between her lips until she tasted the fur, yanking the sinuous appendage from her mouth with a grimace. "Ugh, why do I keep doing that?!" Lanica chided herself, shaking her head as she looked through the hole again, dying to see the scene unfold...

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"Spirits, have mercy," Tarai thought as the drow wrapped the long rope around her wrists, not at all settling for a simple knot when Amal could instead coil around her elbows and forearms, constraining her hands and even her shoulders until the tall girl was left in an exotic, exquisite - and honestly surprisingly comfortable - binding. There was no more pressure than there needed to be, hardly any pain and yet no hope of getting out of it either... "I hope this is worth it, Lanica." A firm grasp on her shoulder was all the hinting she needed to turn around, swallowing nervously when she saw the look on the domineering drow's face.

"What a shame that none of the gloves would fit you, but... I'd say this fits you perhaps even better, don't you think?" the elf asked, a taunting glint in her eyes. "Wrapped up like a good little slut." The word stang Tarai almost as fiercely as the slap had mere moments ago, staring with wide eyes amidst a reddening face. "What, do you not think so?"

"I'm not a... a s-slut..." the orkhai protested weakly, all the more heat rushing to her face as the drow laughed.

"Can you even hear yourself?" the drow mocked, chuckling and shaking her head and pulling away another tarp mere feet from Lanica's peeping spot, baring a large, flat sofa. "The Lady be my witness, you will sing a different tune before we are done." Her hand beckoned Tarai over, patting the soft furniture as an invitation - an invitation that Tarai was very well aware that she couldn't decline. "If I refuse, she walks... and Lanica would..."

The tall girl didn't want to finish the thought, but she knew there was no choice for her. Struggling a little with her balance as she stepped closer, Tarai stiffened when a cold little patch of leather gently brushed her side - Amal'd picked up her little whip. "Now... get on your back, with your head over the edge," the priestess ordered, her pleased smile only deepening when the submissive orkhai did exactly that. "This will make things a bit easier for you - hardly a luxury as you just do not seem able to do a proper job yourself..."

Shifting a bit awkwardly in her position and wondering what Amal even meant, Tarai's breathing hitched when the upside-down drow approached, jerking her rapidly stiffening cock in anticipation before the priestess slapped her member down on the orkhai's face. A bit of pre-cum splattered on the girl who squirmed and blushed, gasping as the swelling head rubbed over her soft lips. "Open wide, half-orc..." the elf said, her voice lusty but expectant. Tarai couldn't see her face - or even much at all besides the drow's long, gray legs, the thick shaft or those full, hairless balls - but she knew Amal was very serious.