How to Train Your Orkhai Ch. 03

Pain flared sharply on Tarai's skin, but the way it soon blossomed into a strange warmth was so... different from the aches of combat. One uncertain step was followed by another, and another after that - the orkhai knew better than to stand still and incite Amal's wrath.

Calling the girl's first steps with her legs bound as they were clumsy would've been too kind, but 'thankfully' the priestess was there to offer guidance where needed, be it through sharp words, a none-too-gentle lash or even the rare compliment when Tarai did do well for a bit. The half-orc's eyes often glanced towards the drow that easily kept pace with her, her semi-hard shaft swinging with each step. "She... she does look good," the girl had to admit to herself, blushing faintly before quickly looking where she was going there - and to her absolute mortification, one of the drow's bodyguards was there, looking at her with a half-grin.

Freezing in place, the orkhai was immediately rewarded with another strike, harsher than the previous ones - and yet being followed by even more of that almost-pleasant heat. "I did not tell you to stop - keep walking," Amal hissed, and Tarai's legs began to walk again, almost as if entirely on their own while the girl looked at the intruding drow with unmitigated shame - that is, before the elf's chuckle made the bashful orkhai stare at the ground, never having felt so humiliated in her life.

"Looks like Laele owes me," the bodyguard smirked. "So sure that you weren't a wanton bitch, but clearly she's just a fool!" Even without looking at the elf, Tarai knew she was feasting with her eyes. Naked, bound and cum-stained, being lashed by the priestess at the slightest misstep or hesitation - or when Amal felt like the orkhai's impressive butt deserved it. "Spirits, take me..." the girl thought with a faint whimper. Right now, she just wanted to curl up in a corner and never be seen again...

"At the very least a poor judge of character," Amal agreed with a slight chuckle. "Of course, I would imagine you didn't interrupt just to get a look at this adorable halfblood to win a bet. Or is that wrong?" A sternness had crept into her voice as she looked at her bodyguard.

"...Of course not, my Lady," the drow answered with an annoyed sigh. "Seems the mayor's daughter very much so appreciated the private tutoring you gave her last week, as she sent a runner with what looked to be some bottles of wine - or what passes for it among these... surfacers." Even as Tarai did her utter best not to think about her growing audience and not tripping over her own feet, the disdain in the elf's voice was clear. "Aside from that, we don't have anything suspicious to report, Priestess."

"...Lanica's still safe, then," the orkhai knew, the thought enough to bring a smile to her lips even despite her own situation. "This is worth it - I just need to buy her as much time as I can!"

Almost having finished yet another lap, Amal's short crop then blocked her path - with the way she looked at Tarai, the orkhai's smile vanished as knew she was expected to stop for... something. "Enjoying ourselves, are we? Clearly I have been too... gentle," the priestess decided huskily, with an almost predatory smile that sent a shiver down the girl's spine. "Tighten those ropes by an inch and a half - I want to see her squirm with each step..." Amal ordered her retainer, who promptly sank to her knees to work on her superior's knots.

"As you wish," the shorter drow replied eagerly, and Tarai could swiftly feel her ankles and knees be given even less room between each other, forcing the orkhai to balance even more on her toes. She didn't know what was worse - being treated like a doll, or the lust-filled hunger in Amal's eyes as she watched.

A quiet, involuntary yelp escaped her lips when the bodyguard firmly grabbed her big, naked ass with both hands, pressing the toned, bronze cheeks together. "I've got to admit - this is a great ass, halfblood," the kneeling drow cooed appreciatively, roughly groping and kneading the hand-overflowing flesh as she pleased, no doubt at least partially to entice Amal - and Tarai's face felt like it grew a glowing scarlet when she saw the fat drow shaft throb at the sight. Sharp pain followed when the bodyguard gave her rear a none-too-gentle bite, not enough to break her skin, but plenty to make the bound orkhai whimper. "A great fucking ass..." the elf praised with one final, harsh smack while she stood up.

Tarai didn't know what to do or say or even think - she'd never expected to end up in this position, trapped between two sadistic drow that left her afraid, bound... and in the back of her mind she knew, even excited. "Most certainly... but right now she's mine, and I don't intend to share," Amal said with a voice that brooked no disobedience. Again, the orkhai felt a shiver trail down her back...

The bodyguard rolled her eyes before looking at the girl's face once more, the smirk on her lips undiminished as she brushed a hand against Tarai's cheek - the orkhai's eyes widened greatly when she saw a few thick strands of jizz cling to the elf's finger, almost having forgotten about the load that clearly had been marking her even in front of this new elf, and then the elf licked it up. With a seductive moan, the bodyguard's tongue cleaned her lips, putting on a bit of a show for her superior. "Are you sure you don't need me for anything, Priestess?" the elf grinned.

Considering the glare on Amal's face, she didn't seem too moved by her underling's display. "Absolutely," the hung drow answered curtly. "Now, return to your work and leave us be."

"As you wish, my Lady..." the bodyguard relented with a sigh as she turned away, but after a few steps she looked over her shoulder with an impish grin. "We're under orders to keep you safe, though... if we hear this halfbreed whore cause a stir, all of us will have to come... investigate." With those ominous words, the two were finally left alone once more.

The thought of the rest of Amal's entourage walking in... Tarai honestly couldn't imagine anything more degrading at that time. She wasn't given too much time to consider the possibility, however - the priestess hissed and her whip struck her full asscheek yet again. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, ponygirl... Run, " the drow ordered, clearly having found one way to vent her frustrations with her underling, and Tarai did not want to risk finding out what'd happen if she refused.

Even if her first steps with the bindings on had been uncomfortable before, the drow's newest trial made Tarai wish she could go back to that. On her third step she already stumbled and struggled to stay balanced before the orkhai eventually managed to regain her - admittedly still very clumsy - footing. And yet, whether it was simply due to growing ever so slightly more practised with each lap, or Amal's harsh yet focused disciplining and instructions, it felt as if every lap around the room came faster and with a little less fumbling.

Tarai could feel the elf's gaze watch her every move even when her back was turned towards the drow, observing her newest pupil like the instructor she really was - strict, but perhaps wanting to see the orkhai to succeed. "I can't give up..." Tarai thought to herself, again and again. "You are doing it for a good reason..."

She would not fail her, no matter how much the drow wanted her to run...

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Fingers massaged Lanica's mound without the catgirl even thinking about it, so captivated was she by the sight. Ever since the drow'd struck her unwitting pawn, since she'd seen Tarai follow the elf's order and run around like a good, obedient bitch...

The neko couldn't remember when she'd last been so excited!

Her breath ran hot as her eye almost pressed against the peephole, paying close attention to every quiver in Tarai's legs, the slightest change in her expression as the faintest droplets of effort beaded on her brow, the way she bit her lips to quiet a whimper when Amal gave her another lash for whatever reason... "If only that other one hadn't been sent away - it'd be all the sweeter to watch her squirm with a bigger audience... " the catgirl lamented, before the drow took a firm grip of her newest halfbreed-whore and struck that beautiful ass hard enough to send an exquisite shiver down the neko's spine.

"Enough." The elf's voice was calm but sharp. "Graceless and awkward, but... not entirely without merit," the priestess judged, blatantly and confidently groping the blushing orkhai, not at all deterred by the subtle whimpers that Lanica's sensitive ears certainly didn't miss. "Don't think I haven't seen how hot and bothered you've gotten, slut," Amal purred, her hand slipping between Tarai's muscular thighs - the orkhai's embarrassed, gasping face when those undoubtedly nimble fingers touched her most sensitive spots was delicious to Lanica...

The catgirl's fingers were glistening when she looked at them, the scent of her own arousal clear in the air. "This turned out so much better than I'd expected..." the busty beastkin thought, and as she watched Amal's hand slide up to grasp Tarai's dreads and push her down to her knees, she knew it wasn't over yet...

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Shimmering with wetness, the drow's fingers grazed Tarai's lips, with the sweet taste undeniable on her tongue. The orkhai almost couldn't - wouldn't believe Amal's words, having been able to ignore the way she'd felt herself get hotter and hotter between her thighs throughout it all, but with the evidence right before her eyes...

"Was she right...? Am I really a..." the girl thought to herself, before the priestess lifted her chin with a finger. Distracted, Tarai looked up to the dominant elf, a nerve-tinged curiosity blossoming in the girl. "...What does she want me to do now?" The subtle smile on the drow's face frightened her far more than her bodyguard's grin had - and as Tarai's heart began to beat faster, she knew it even excited her.

"Normally I would charge anyone who wanted my help with... realizing their deepest desires, their needs - showing them a side of themselves they never truly understood or even repressed, so they might find and relish in their proper place..." Amal purred, cupping the kneeling girl's chin. "My favourites can pay me differently, but you... I want you to show me just how grateful you are..." Staring down at the girl cockily, the drow lifted her fat, near-hard shaft to proudly display her full, grey balls. The very same nuts that'd been battering against her face before...

Tarai's mouth felt so very, very empty at that moment, and Amal didn't need to order her verbally to make the girl understand what she wanted. Leaning forward somewhat tentatively, the orkhai's mouth still found its way to the elven sack - and when she finally mustered up the courage to plant a rather chaste kiss on the hairless, silken skin Tarai could hear the drow sigh in contentment. Of course, if there was anything that she'd learned these last few Spirits-know-how-long, it was that Amal wouldn't be satisfied until Tarai had done her very best. Assuming that now would be different... the girl thought it'd be foolish.

Another, more confident kiss pressed against the drow's other orb before the orkhai gently licked the smooth sack, tasting some of the salt and left-over cum from her first orgasm. "I was taught to always clean my messes," the tall girl mused, but the idea of her family seeing her like this soon replaced the slight amusement with deep embarrassment. Distracting herself, Tarai returned to the task at hand with renewed fervour, her nose brushing the underside of the stiffening cock as she lavished inch after inch with her tongue...

"It seems you are talented after all, perhaps..." Amal purred, pumping the top of her shaft as she watched the girl work, even pressing her hips forwards ever so slightly. "I'll never gro-ohh!" the drow moaned in surprise when Tarai opened her mouth and sucked one big nut in, hollowing her cheeks as the girl's slender muscle brushed the drow's most sensitive part oh-so-delicately. "Hmmm... how brazen. You must be so eager to please," the priestess chuckled, slowly intertwining her fingers with the kneeling girl's hair. "Keep it up..."

As she sucked and licked and kissed, Tarai told herself again and again that the better she made Amal feel now, the sooner this all would be over, and yet even she couldn't entirely delude herself. In truth... the orkhai began to realize she loved seeing the drow so elated because of what she was doing. That she could please such a commanding domme - even the girl couldn't pretend she wasn't getting wetter and wetter.

Shifting her attention to the testicle's poor, neglected twin for a bit, Tarai merely sat there on her knees as she worked, looking at drow above her with whatever eye wasn't being obscured by that big, stiff elven cock that Amal'd dropped on her face. The way the tiniest shivers of pleasure twisted the priestess' elegant face, cracking her authoritative composure just a little bit - it was enough to drive Tarai to try something new.

Nuzzling closer, the orkhai took a deep breath of air with the drow's none-too-unpleasant scent, and took the second orb into her well-stuffed maw, a happy if muffled moan slipping past her lips and vibrating through those big drow testes. "Yes..." Amal hissed as she threw her head back in delight, grasping Tarai's head that much tighter. Encouraged and excited, the orkhai's attentions resumed with enough gusto that one could easily mistake it for worship - the worship of a big-dicked futa that had sparked a fire in the orkhai.

Tarai didn't pay much attention to how long she'd been there on her knees, paying tribute to the drow and trying her best to make the elf feel good, until a strand of pre-cum fell against her ear. "That's enough, you vixen..." the drow decided after what very well might've been more than a few minutes. Obeying, the girl moved her head back until the impressive sack left her wet lips with a lewd pop, and as she watched the big orbs sway in their spit-slickened glory she couldn't entirely shake the faintest feelings of longing. "We've dallied enough, don't you think?" the elf asked, taking a step back as she gestured to a couch against the wall. "Go there and bend over."

"Oh spirits," the orkhai prayed with no small amount of dread, feeling like there was a weight pressing down in her stomach. The drow wanted to... to take her, Tarai knew. And yet, despite knowing this, the orkhai's restrained body walked over to the desk. She'd come too far to stop now, but the girl was only growing more and more nervous - Lanica would either forgive this final act as well, or Tarai would have passed the point of no return already ... "Please, please, please don't be the latter..."

Standing in front of the cushioned surface, the orkhai kneeled down as she'd been told to, her legs very much so appreciating the reprieve. Glancing back anxiously as she heard ticking and ruffling behind her, Tarai saw the drow something else off the wall before the elf turned to her once more, presenting it with a little smirk. A length of leather with a handle on one end, and two seperate parts connected by two rings and a metal rod between them on the other... "It wouldn't do for you to be too loud now, would it? After all, my escorts insist on barging in at the slightest hint of trouble, and I'd hate to make them worried for no good reason..." Amal teased, her husky voice mixed with just a bit of sarcasm.

That's when Tarai began to understand the truth - she was going to be gagged, supposedly for her own good! "Is... Is she serious?" the girl wondered in disbelief as she watched the elf saunter over with her newest accessory pulled taut between her arms. Still... if it kept the other drow away, it couldn't be too bad... right?

"Open up~" the drow cooed, calmly guiding the metal rod over Tarai's head and then between her jaws until the rod sat between her molars - somewhat comfortably even, shockingly enough. "Finally some tack that actually fits you!" Amal chuckled for a moment as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the reins. A single push to the orkhai's back was enough to press Tarai's torso forward, more so due to the girl's obedience than any particular strength on the drow's part, but the priestess clearly didn't care about that.

A muffled gasp emerged from the orkhai when she felt that fat, hard cock being pressed between her impressive asscheeks, sawing back and forth slowly to give the girl plenty of time to take in the situation. Likely mere moments from now she was going to be taking her first cock, Tarai knew, and with shamefully little resistance from her part.

Flesh jiggled when the drow gave her butt a firm smack, smirking at the little yelp from Tarai before striking that perfect ass again, and again, and again... And yet, as the abuse continued, Tarai couldn't truly say she didn't enjoy the warmth left after every spank, lacing and slowly drowning out the pain more and more.

Burying her face into a pillow to hide the bashful redness that she knew was flaring up everywhere, the girl's thighs couldn't help but shiver in anticipation from the foreplay - clearly, her cheater's regret didn't make the burning need between her legs any less pressing - quite the opposite in fact as she began to understand to her shame... and her arousal.

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Lanica could scarcely believe her luck as she peeked at her wanton 'girlfriend' who had her face pressed against a cushion in a most adorable fashion while Amal groped and punished those thick buns with glee. A nervous face that was scarcely two feet from her own... "That drow couldn't have picked a better spot," the catgirl noted happily, panting quietly as her fingers toyed with her own pussy. Tarai's show mere minutes before had been hot, and that was before Amal decided to give her that lovely bit.

Watching the orkhai tense up with every motion of the drow, that impressive gray shaft dragging back and forth and leaving a little path of pre-cum... "What are you waiting for - take her already!" Lanica thought in frustration, looking up to the priestess' face, and suddenly her long tail froze in place. Amal wasn't looking at Tarai... she was looking at the catgirl's wide, slitted eye, and the corners of her mouth curved into a cocky smirk.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" the drow spoke up, her voice as smooth as honey while she drew her hips back - and from the way Tarai's fists balled up, the girl likely knew what was coming. "Luckily for you..."

Nothing could tear Lanica's eyes away from this moment. Nothing.

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"... I never disappoint."

Tarai barely even had time to register those words before pleasure wiped those thoughts away when Amal pressed forward, burying half her length inside with one fell swoop. A positively wanton moan was only partially muffled when that thick girth split her inner walls apart - were the orkhai not otherwise distracted, she would've no doubt been grateful for that fact. Of course, there wasn't a place for those thoughts in her head at the time...