Majutsu-shi no Chikara Ch. 06

Mesmerized by Abhilash's vocal transformation, her sisters watched and began to mimic the movements of Damon's tongue with their fingers against their own lips. They could each feelsomething unusual in this moment, but its full gravity slipped away and left their loins tingling with need... unfulfilled and anxiously awaiting a time when the human's mouth would be tastingtheir body. Kamakshi, far from immune, sank to her knees and pleasured herself with knowing hands. She did not mimic, did not savor, did notwait. Her hands became slick with her arousal, her fingers folding between and around the lips of her pussy to savage the sensitive nub sheltered there... Her orgasm was fierce and swift, serving no other purpose to her mind than to quell the compulsion to remain fixated on Damon as he fucked her daughter with his mouth.

Abhilash surrendered to Damon in her victory, seeing Kamakshi fall upon her own hands to rut herself at the spectacle of the human pleasuring asuperior female. The rough, gentle texture of his tongue against her sex as it slipped around and found every crease or crevice of her pussy driving her mind further and further away from the conscious need to exert her dominance. His tongue entered her, and she thought -- if only for just an instant -- that she had never felt anything quite so wonderful in all her days. Rutting was rutting, and felt good, and she would climax -- but this was different in a way she had no words. Gasping for breath and searching the sky for answers, her hands clasped either side of her brow and covered her eyes -- another orgasm shuddering through her hips and forcing her to grunt air from her lungs in an attempt to keep breathing.

Her throat filled with a sound, not quite a song, full of lust and desire and the sensation of Damon's tongue venturing over and into her in such a way that felt... magical.

She wanted to hate that. She wanted to deny him, and make him beg to give his seed to her... but his soft, prodding insistence eroded the banks of her resolve and she toppled headlong, sinking below a current more swift than any flood-swollen river. She sang his name, not knowing another word to say that had the same measure for the time.

As Damon's fingers entered her, one by cautious one, she felt the flood waters recede and she gulped air and grasped for her senses. Her hands were clutching the matted grass and earth below her -- her fingers piercing into the soil and tearing free fist-sized clumps of earth. She looked about, her hips still awash in the heat of Damon's touch, her legs still twitching in the aftershocks. Her sisters stared at her as though she had sprouted wings, horns, and scales... awe and fear. If she smiled, it was not her own doing, but she lay back and let the human have his way a moment longer, before she would stop him.

Damon, however, had contrived a plan to satisfy this growing need to fill Abhilash's womb and a desire to not be crushed by her powerful legs in the throes of passion. It was a daring plan, born of desperation and madness, and he knew full well that his head could be caved-in if her knees were to knock together... else, she might smother him between her thighs. While his luck held: her legs were still angled alongside him, knees up and feet near flat to the ground.

He pressed a third and fourth finger into Abhilash, her pussy stretching about his hand with an ease tempered by rippling spasms that made his fingers ache as they were crushed against each other. Pressing his lips and tongue against the bud of her clitoris, he tucked his thumb against his palm and twisted his arm forward.

The fullness of her pussy was a pleasant stretch, Abhilash thought... far more pleasant than Billsby's cock, and she wondered if Damon's rut-stick had doubled in size -- only to glance down.

A mix of horror and shame threatened to crush the blooming euphoria she'd felt, as Damon's hand entered her like... like somemule too spent to rut.

But his eyes opened and looked at her...

His eyes, so full ofhunger... full of theneed she so desperately wanted from him. So plain to see, his dark brown eyes shone like gold beneath the last light of the sun. Had he smiled at her, she might have marshaled some defense... but he sucked at her pussy, his eyes shining at her, and she was lost. His hand, his wriggling fingers, pressed deeply into her, and found all her most secret places even she did not know. He found the knotted opening of her womb, and the firm bulb just below it that -- at his touch -- erased what she was thinking and replaced it with an orgasm and shrieking delight as her hands tore more grass and earth from around her. She howled as Damon stroked his hand -- indeed much of his arm -- into her body with growing fervor. His fingers, now neatly tucked together, now balled in a fist, could move in ways no rut-stick ever could -- and she felt it.

She grunted, screamed, gasped -- another orgasm and another -- each climax dragging her down from that first pinnacle of ecstasy into a much louder, almost painful arena of lust where her body did not obey her mind in the slightest, and she could only cry the song Damon played upon her flesh. Until the river of her lust faded to a stream, a rivulet... until her cries became dull moans and her limbs felt too heavy to lift.

Damon's mouth hurt, and his tongue felt twice or thrice its proper size. He was near sick from the sugary-sweet, plum-tart flavor of the she-ork. His hand felt it might be broken -- certainly it refused to muster so much as a twitch when he called upon it to form any measure of a grip. Drawing his arm from Abhilash, the she-ork near fully spent, Damon's hand was still slick from her arousal... but his fingers refused to cooperate. Instead, he scraped her honey from his right hand with his left and reached down to his aching prick -- long prisoner between his belly and the ground. Now, able to breathe freely, his cock swayed proudly and shone with Abhilash's juices as Damon approached her on his unsteady knees.

A shocking pain arced up his right arm, and his fingers made a valiant effort to rejoin his other limbs in fealty to his will. Able only to just steady himself, Damon sank his hips to Abhilash's hips, and his cock swept into her possessed of a practiced grace even he did not understand.

Taller than Damon, Abhilash looked over her breasts at him as he fell upon her. He looked like one of those ridiculous human priests, fussing and mumbling prayers with head bent as they rocked back and forth in their temples or knelt in the mud... but her fingers had made an unexpected pilgrimage of their own, up from the dirt to either side of Damon's face. There, she felt the monolithic solidness of his presence between her hands, echoed in the near-painful pleasure of his cock bedded into her sex as the head of his prick just nudged that sensitive place again and sent a new shiver outward. Her pussy ached in answer, drawing a last pitcher from the well of her desire and bathing them both slowly with it. What water her body had left was now becoming a sour sweat on her skin, but Damon moved his hips against hers and she locked eyes with him.

Fully seated within her, Damon managed to keep himself aloft with both arms -- his head caressed and cradled by Abhilash -- and the she-ork's body defied both their expectations in a last contraction of muscles... her legs lifted and her knees tucked back, rolling her hips up just so...

Damon grunted a smile, then, and dug his toes hard against the grass and dirt. He drove his hips forward and down, bouncing against Abhilash's pelvis and his sack slapping audibly against her damp ass. What had been wet and slippery all over her nethers had become stickier, and the flesh-on-flesh noises made peeling-fruit squelches after each smacking slap.

It was not a horrible sensation, Abhilash admitted to herself, and -- loathe as she was to further admit -- she admired his technique. She squeezed him within her -- filling herself with doubt for how taxing an endeavor it had become -- and was rewarded with the widening of his eyes and a blush of his cheeks for it. Had he been expecting to be launched like a bolt from a crossbow, his disappointment could not have been more gratifying. The feel of her pussy around his cock was, as with the only other pussy he'd known, a divine experience.

He even took to reciting as much,"Oh, Gods" and many a derivation of it, still other, less sanctified (though no less devout) expletives mingling withal.

Though he had tried his utmost to see that Abhilash was spent before he entered her, his fear of her strength was not vanquished -- for she began to milk his cock as he fucked her. It was a pull that felt beyond compare, even as he tried to compare it with something -- anything -- to which he might already be familiar. No silken glove, nor greasy fist, nor any other thought he could contrive was a match to it. She gripped him with her pussy: smooth, supple, firm, and slick. Each squeeze felt as if it were trying to draw his seed from him (indeed, that was entirely Abhilash's intent).

He levered himself against the ground, his toes creaking and his legs complaining, his hips smacking against Abhilash and his cock plowing into her cunt only to suck wetly from it as he drew back and his knees hit the ground with athump. Spearing forward and her hips rocked up, knees back toward her shoulders, and his pelvis crushed against her -- sending yet another pulse of lust-glow up from her mound as his cock nudged against that spot further in and bade her lust draw from the well again. She was beginning to feel completely spent, and soon became concerned that he might not ever spill his seed in her.

His facechanged. Darkening, tighter, eyes scrunched shut in something like fear or pain... then his eyes opened, glistening... his voice grunted, moaned... his cock throbbed within her, pulsing as the deluge of his essence poured forth.

Had Abhilash had the time, she would have gloated -- at Kamakshi, at her sisters, at all of the Sidero -- but this pulsing torrent of sorcerer's milk in her cunt caused her entire body to flush with orgasm. Unbidden, unnoticed, this ambush predator took her by the cunt and ruined her. She couldn't think... couldn't speak... couldn't breathe. All that mattered was the white-hot bliss burning inside her pussy as Damon's cock emptied -- his balls offering what she felt an incalculable amount of seed to her womb.

She thought she might swell to bursting -- but the moment passed and the tidal wave disappeared as quickly as it had struck. Dazed and breathless on the beach, she was shipwrecked on unfamiliar shores... her salvation a sweating human with red-brown skin, angular features and black-brown eyes that gave the faintest shine of golden light just when they thought she wasn't looking.

Abhilash smiled at him: she didn't know the words.

Panting, Damon smiled back at her, his chest heaving slowly as he caught large draughts of air to steady himself. His cock hurt wonderfully and declared its task complete before bowing gracelessly from Abhilash's body. A drop of his seed trailed behind, though the she-ork had expected a flood and could only feel somewhat disappointed that she was not already swollen with whelps and dribbling more seed from her body.

"Damon, choose Uduak or Manu, next." Kamakshi directed -- her daughters at keen attention to the thought of this.

"I'm... I'm spent." Damon offered, even as his cock twitched to the sound of the chieftain's offer.

"Eat... drink... and then give them what seed you can." Kamakshi waved to Thato and Nahia, telling them in ork-speak to fetch ample water and food.

"If I can, but..."

"Human's do not make so much seed as orks, this is known." Kamakshi frowned at him.

"It's known." Abhilash sighed up from beneath him, one hand reaching up lazily to trace the curve of one of his ribs, the other cupping over her pussy as the daydream of a river of his seed vanished.

"But I am Kamakshi-Chief." Kamakshi stood straight, casting-off all semblance of submission she had worn before. "I have power."

At that, she snarled -- or yipped -- with her hands and arms catching at threads Damon could not see... and his body felt flush with vigor. He still ached, from his feet to his hands, from his throat down to the tip of his cock... but his heart thudded firmly in his chest and air drew deeply into his lungs, feeling he could run or fight, or fuck...

Called back from its brief slumber, his cock lurched upward and sought out the next womb in need -- weaving left and right before unable to see far enough and settling for pointing directly forward at the sticky opening of its most recent exploits and calling a challenge against the green-brown hand shielding it.

Damon sat back on his heels, resting his hands on his knees as his prick bounced in time to his heartbeat. Collecting some spit in his mouth, he wet his tongue and gave a dry swallow. He stood up, knees uncertain at such brazen demand upon them after spending so much time thumping against the ground. His toes shrieked and tingled angrily as well, and Damon turned about slowly to get his bearings.

Refreshing himself at the icy creek, Damon was frustrated that his cock did not soften and his heart did not calm. He felt fair bursting with a need todo something,anything, but his muscles were still cramped. Damon stretched, then splashed water on his face, tried briefly to untangle his hair (and only succeeded in making some of the knots tighter), before Inkar -- the smallest of Kamakshi's daughters -- walked up to him and pointed emphatically toward where her sisters and mother waited.

In the night, the grunting cries of ork mules in full rut rose in every other direction, like crashing surf.

"Go." Inkar snarled at him, her face and body a near perfect replica of Abhilash -- less than a hand taller than Damon, rather than a full head taller.

"Yes." Damon nodded, offering what he thought might be a smile -- Inkar sneered and spat past him into the creek before turning away to lead him back.

The muscles of her ass were just visible, moon-rise shining yellow and gray on the bottoms of clouds near the horizon. As he returned, some mules had placed pole-torches at odd intervals, and a trio of stone rings were set... soon, small camp fires and the crowded flesh of orks fought back against the chill of night. Heedless, Damon's cock wove through the air in search of the pussy it was promised -- not knowing things like names or faces -- but was met with only colder or warmer air for a time.

At last, the smell of un-seeded sex reached Damon's member as he approached Uduak and Manu -- his mind full of ways in which to spare himself broken limbs and a truly sleepless night. The head of his cock shone darkly in the moonlight, catching scent of its favored prey and steering his hips (or so it believed) unerringly closer.

Uduak and Manu, both, sized-up the human and exchanged amused glances. His stride was one of confidence, dominance, but his face was quirked with a smile that stole from his walk -- and the dripping mop of his hair robbed him the rest.

"I would begin by asking your forgiveness." Damon sank to his knees before them, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "I cannot hope to perform half so well as before."

"What is he saying?" They asked, near perfect unison, of Kamakshi or Abhilash.

"He is weak." Abhilash grunted. "Half a man."

"He didnot." answered Kamakshi with a growl, before turning to them. "He says that his flesh cannot repeat the task equally."

"I don't want to rut his hand." Manu snorted. Abhilash seized on this immediately and addressed the human with a sneer.

"They will not fuck your hand, male." she snarled, and Damon's tilted head goaded her onward. "Not that any shouldwant to..."

He didn't offer a retort, and Kamakshi sensed a growing unease in him. If he were to make any effort with either Manu or Uduak, this night, she needed Abhilash to be silent. Yet, if she used her magic in front of him...

"And how many times did you scream his name with his hand inside you?" Kamakshi was careful, so careful, to pull back all barbs from her voice -- the question passing her lips whisper-soft as though intended to caress Abhilash's ear, rather than fill it with shame, and asked in Damon's own language, that her other daughters did not fully grasp its meaning.

Damon's eyes widened, awe and alarm plainly, as he watched Abhilash's face twist and contort -- first with shame, then with rage... then, she turned away from them and grunted something he didn't understand -- before spitting into the darkness.

"Human." as if that explained everything.

Manu nodded thoughtfully and reached over to touch Damon's chest.

"Hoo-men." she said, her accent thicker even than Inkar's, and her fingers probed at his skin. She and Uduak exchanged a few brief words, occasionally touching their lips and looking at Damon (up and down his body, each time) as they reached something that passed for a conclusion. They said something to Kamakshi.

"There is no word for apology." Kamakshi advised the human, before nodding to her daughters. "Better you do not try such human ways."

Damon shrugged, his cock positively furious tostill be waving about in the open air -- instead of properly sheathed in any of these fine specimens.

"Can you...?" Damon started, then looked at Kamakshi as the eyes of the two before him gave quizzical, unknowing reply. "Can they... lay belly to belly?"

"Why?" Abhilash demanded, barking at him just over her shoulder. "Will you sprout another cock? You should have started that way."

Kamakshi, however, saw more deeply into his intentions and nodded before instructing Uduak and Manu to lay on the ground, one atop the other.

...

"Not any way I would have rutted." Manu sighed with some boredom, craning her neck from atop Uduak to look back at the human as he shuffled about them.

The human said a few halting words, his accent and pace tripping them from understanding -- but Kamakshi nodded again and called Thato and Nahia to where their sisters' legs rested together. The human made some vague gestures before Kamakshi pointed and barked at him -- Manu would never admit, but she only understood "do"... Uduak understood none of it. The human took a deep breath before standing and moving between their legs.

Uduak braced herself, expecting something... well, unexpected to happen. Yet, the human touched and gestured, pointed and prodded. Thato and Nahia levered Uduak's legs up, knees bent, before tucking Manu's legs below the crook of her knees at a wider angle. From there, the smaller she-orks rooted themselves as best the could, wrapping legs and arms around the limbs nearest them and spreading them away from the center.

Manu's face flushed, and she looked down at Uduak (who looked beyond bored, by this point) -- a moment of realization arcing into her mind.

"He's going to rut us both like this." Manu whispered, unsure if she was ashamed, excited... or afraid.

"So?" Uduak looked up at her, her tongue tracing over her lips and tusks. "If his cock is magic, it will be good."

...

Damon gave a final nod of approval before moving into the space the yet-smaller sisters had made for him twixt the muscled thighs of Uduak and Manu.

"Uh... which is...?" Damon looked back at Kamakshi.

"Uduak." Kamakshi pointed at the she-ork with her back on the ground, the flesh more green than brown, if Damon's eyes were not playing tricks on him. He pointed at the more brown than green ass above.

"Manu?" Kamakshi nodded at his inquiry, even as Manu grunted and levered herself up to look back at him. Uduak grunted a complaint below her.