New Throne for High Priestess Ch. 02

She Likes? He wondered to himself, she was really slobbering on him, or so he perceived... feeling his lust rise, he began to thrust his hips slightly, his belly jiggling like big ball of jelly.. "Glak,glak, AAAAKKKHHHHHHHHHHH" her hot breath exhaling miserably around his prick, the taste of his smegma starting to make the high priestess' eyes water and burn. It was utterly FOUL. Sounds of pure disgust echoed throughout the bunker... she was regretting every part of this, but what choice did she have? They will start killing her people. She was always willing to do whatever it took to protect them.. At least this was buying time for her useless allies to do SOMETHING

There were 9 other peons waiting their turn. Again, the realization beginning to sink in. When will this end?

She didn't know how fortunate she was: incredibly, this peons cock was plugged by a smegma cork, and it held back a massive payload of precum

The stinking prick in her mouth began to really get to her though, gagging again and again pitifully around it. In truth, the smell was wafting from other peons nearby, their precum beginning to flow.. Wanting a change of pace, something, anything, she nearly dislodged the plug when she decided to pop off of this peon and move to the second.

Experimentally sucking in the leaking crown of her next lucky customer closest to her, Tyrande gagged loudly, coughing, spit flying, it seemed much MUCH worse... The peons prick hardened further, this one, having already forgotten, suddenly realized it really was a gorgeous priestess that, for some reason, sucked his cock! He was near sighted, but he saw her Tiara shining brightly through matted hair.

Their eyes met the moment she felt and tasted a wave of peon precum... pulling away retching

What the FUCK

The sight was out of this world, peon looming above her, ugly, fat and sweaty. Her gorgeous form contrasted him starkly, the peerless night elf woman kneeling, her bubble butt resting on her heels, slightly gaped ass and dripping pussy, open mouth gagging

The gagging didn't stop as she tried her best to continue the blowjob, flicking her poor tongue against it, disgust and revulsion was painted on her face as she took his crown into her mouth again, determined to see this through...

The Taste

There was no escape, and as she quickly popped off the second peon and retreated to the third, she began to count in her head how long this was going to take. Her train of thought quickly led to this terrible thought:

"We all know where this is going..."

These disgusting brutes are going to ejaculate...

That was the big finish line she is looking forward to... but she still didn't put the pieces together about the basin

As she crawled to the third, the thought of peon cum and the smell caused her to gag into the open air. Precum aerating in her mouth... TASTE BEGINNING TO SLOWLY REGISTER

Like an unnoticed wound beginning to burn...

What did go noticed by everyone else, however, was her marked lack of using her hands... it was quite erotic. Typically a novice would rely heavily on her hands, using it as a way to minimize contact with her tongue... Tyrande was actively doing the opposite..

The third peon took a step forward as she opened to take his weeping crown into her mouth, and she sputtered around it in a wet heave as he walked right into the back of her throat, coating her tonsils with precum

Gathering herself, she moaned miserably, his fat belly wiggling in front of her, the situation was truly spiraling into absurdity... Nobody else said anything; nobody had to.

Breathing deeply through flared nostrils, vacuuming in his stink, the reeking prick making her dizzy, she began to focus on the taste, and it dominated her world. Still not fully appreciating it, the taste she was experiencing on her stunned tongue was of precum, but taste buds were shielded by a layer of smegma, it was taking time. She thought she could taste their diet.. roots and pig meat.. salt...

That warm mouth was too much for this one, and he passed the point of no return "UUUGHH ZUG ZUG... something n-nne-needdd..."

He began to nut in her mouth, feeling the flow in his urethra with her tongue, using her incredible reflexes she pulled away from his reeking cock at the last possible moment, only to watch it fire volley after volley of hot cum, the first blast hit her tongue directly and her body tensed up as she writhed, the taste slapping her in the face along with cum, strangeness washing over her as endorphins kicked in, sending her near the edge of an impossible simultaneous wild climax of her own, her juices dripping as she fought dizzily to hold the pool of the coppery, slimy wave of spunk "AAACKKKHH!" more landed in her mouth as she gurgled in revulsion, it was swamping her senses, her eyes rolled back in her head. Fifteen long ropes thick as her thumb. The female orc rogue acting as a scooper. The orc barked orders, for Tyrande to hold it in her mouth and pour it out in the basin. Her eyes danced around unable to fully understand, and his very intense booming voice told her one thing. Semen was very important to them. Deciding not to spit it out and make her punishment even worse, having to lick it off the dirty ground or some such thing, she decided upon the helpless task of swallowing what was in her mouth, the female orc successfully catching most in a bowl below her, and scooping what landed on Tyrande's face into her mouth... her tongue was fully submerged, trembling, she closed her lips and began to swallow, time seemed to slow

THE TASTE

The priestess began to reel, and the others couldn't believe it when they realized she was already trying to swallow it... the orc couldn't help but smile and chuckle.

The legendary priestess overcame the odds, and managed to guzzle it down, only having about a third of the full load in her mouth, the amount was still about as equivalent in volume to about a dozen average human cumshots

It coated her throat, her eyes staring straight up into the ceiling, and she let out a rich deep wretch that seemed to bellow down from her gut all the way up her neck and out her open mouth, tongue flailing, tongue stud audibly striking a tooth. The smell. She couldn't breathe, but had to...

Words could not describe what the priestess experienced at this very moment. It pooled heavily in her stomach, and she reeled, arms flailing in a sort of prayer, as if she could will down the cum faster by the downward waving of her hands, the thought of vomiting even more frightening as she desperately did not want to taste it again coming out.

She wanted to scream.

Shuddering in revulsion, she looked at the orc. The orc repeated himself, and she finally began to understand.. deep dread gripping her.. her mood became darker..

With a smirk, he called another fresh peon to make up for the one she wasted... despite the bowl having most of it, her task needs to be completed correctly. She is to carry the cum to the basin. All of it.. in her mouth

She stopped listening after that as the rogue offered Tyrande the bowl, and she grimaced, mouth open, as the rogue poured the massive pool that filled her mouth completely... the taste, renewed, she sealed her lips around the load with bulging cheeks, and hurried over to the basin, spitting the giant load out and nearly vomiting the rest.

She still didn't know the finale, but she was now scared to find out.

She looked at the pool for a long, long time, looked back at the orc and asked the dreaded question. "What is the basin for" speaking in common. She was mostly fluent, but hated it nevertheless.

The orc watched her with curiosity, she really doesn't get it. There was to be no escape, she realized. No mercy. She had no choice; that was the deal

Despite costing her a piece of her soul, gritting her teeth she decided to see this through, to redouble her efforts and finally put and end to this day. She could do this, just get through the day, Elune knows she is stubborn enough. Its just one day out of millions in her long life..

Looking up to the first peon she mistook as the next, she wanted to spit at him, she wanted to threaten them all with death... But instead, she simply gazed up into his eyes, ready for her next miserable blowjob.

A moment later, though, her eyes widened as she realized in that moment they wanted the basin to be full... the implications of it made her trail off in a sob of dread as the rock solid peon took a step forward and battered his way past her reluctant lips, being distracted and having failed to part them. "MMMMMMHHH," her moaning in nausea and agony around the cock felt incredible to him... tip of her tongue meeting a rather grotesque moist wart... her nostrils flared as her mouth curiously watered

Feeling her natural rejuvenation and a twisted sense of duty, hoping she could get him to finish faster, she pulled away and began to lash at his cock with her tongue, open mouthed and desperate, and sure enough after about a couple dozen lashes, he groaned deeply - more sweat dripping onto her beautiful face.. her saliva was flowing, dripping off her chin

She fought down an urge to gag hysterically as she dragged her wet tongue up against crusty warts, causing this horrifying solid mass of smegma to begin working its way out of the tip of its angry crown. The peon began to show the telltale signs of climax, and she felt her heart begin to beat faster...

Suddenly, something inside her began to change, her nostrils flaring. The taste, it boomed from her core all the way up to her tongue, her throat, her tonsils, her entire nasal passage, her mucus membrane, her BRAIN, she could taste its foul STINK.. the afterburn of the prior load

FUCKING CUM, OH ELUNE

Her ass, still partly gaped, began to kiss the air and contract in a strange, defeated arousal

"MMMMMNNNNNN..." She heard the moan pass her lips, her eyes going wide with surprise as she realized that she was aroused. What was happening to her?

The taste was making her skin tingle, making her nipples harder, her pussy wetter.. she felt the fire again..

Her beautiful face was clouded with confusion, and just then, a new heavy load blasted the back of her throat, the peon somehow aiming perfectly at her open mouth, the cork hitting her tonsil going unnoticed, like a melting bouillon cube, the initial few blasts were mixed with backed-up precum, the rest being fat yellow thick cum. The rancid sensations mixed with the confusing heat in her entire body, in her ass, was beginning to overwhelm her.. It was starting to taste... different? It was still disgusting, their reek was still in her nostrils, this whole thing still sickened her... but how can it... how is it... tasting good?

Like getting acclimated to some horrible delicacy only a few people can tolerate, The high priestess's refined palate allowed her to begin to understand and appreciate the incredible complexity of the load in her mouth..

Fourteen thick ropes of hot peon cum and precum found their mark, and it filled her wide-open gaping mouth to the utter BRIM, she had to pull back her tongue to maximize the capacity of her gullet. Leaning her head back all the way without being prompted. She locked eyes with the dominant orc, who had a look of expectance, as if wanting to see, and she slowly and carefully opened her mouth further, baring her teeth, showing off the entire load. Her first true mouthful of Orc

Tongue mixing the watery pool with the thick globs and clumps in her mouth, her mind blanked and her motor skills were thrown off due to the overwhelming flavor. She decided to act upon a sudden split decision that strangely made her sex and her core boil... with mouth still open she took the initiative, and her throat bobbed as she allowed the reeking mass to descend.

FUCKING Hell, she did an open-mouthed swallow of peon cock sauce, gulping it all in one fucking go

The female orc rogue wretched at the sight, having to turn away, unable to believe her eyes

T-that's how THEY Swallow?? She thought in confusion... why did she do that?

The dominant orc was beside himself, and decided to up the ante in a big way.

Giving off some orders, Tyrande watched the two spent peons leave, and five more take their place. Watching them pile in, the bewildered priestess gazed stupidly before realizing her humiliating mistake.

THE BASIN

OH SHIT it has to go there.. THEY ARE GOING TO MAKE ME DRINK IT... aren't they...

The pieces of the puzzle finally setting in her fogged mind, and a chill ran down her spine as she shivered

Exhaling, the reeking Stench of SPUNK caused another open-mouthed gag that was long like a yawn, her tongue ring dangling out of her mouth.

"Ahhhh" she said out loud for no particular reason, hearing her voice, it sounded different somehow, she shook her head to get herself together... those nice, fat globs of semen were like nothing she ever tasted before, a sort of dark wicked delight that tormented her, twisted her, making her hotter and wetter

Oh, what the fuck... why am I feeling this...

The afterburn kicking in

Tyrande was barely conscious now of the way her body began to slowly rock at first, then her bubble butt began to bounce slightly, mind fading in a dark pleasure, the taste of a rather deliciously girthy cock touching her tongue, her next peon had a sort of crude texture. It was smegma crusted. It somehow fit comfortably inside her hot mouth, it was rock hard, strangely arousing... almost pacifying... her back was arching, the muscles in her taut thighs flexing as she began to bounce, growing more curious of the strange taste with each flick of her tongue

The cum polluted air was recirculating in her lungs, and the nut in her stomach began to pulse its heavy tang. The crust melted in her hot wet mouth and the taste began to drill into her mind

NUT

Her long agile tongue wrapped around peon cock, feeling its precum ooze out, coating her tastebuds as she swirled around the crown. The flow of the fluid causing a subtle vibration as it squirted, which she sensed keenly on the tip of her hypersensitive pierced organ as she teased the engorged bulbous tip. Beginning to really explore the act of fellatio now (peon cock being the perfect platform for cock-sucking indulgence due to its size), pulling her coated tongue into her mouth for a quick swallow as someone would do after licking melting ice cream, her lips pressing together a split second before exhaling resulted in an unintended bubble forming as her lips parted. It was made of equal parts saliva, melted smegma, and peon precum... The breath being held back by this bubble could kill, and it broke as she stuck her tongue out to again flick the crown and swirl her tongue stud around it, her hot wafting breath hitting the peons crown and up into her flared nostrils perfectly as she inhaled, filling her lungs with its heady stench... saliva hanging off her chin, she felt drunk, lost in a bubble of her own, lost in every minute detail, time slowing to a halt as she experimentally darted the tip of her tongue into the slimy slit of the peons penis. The peons precum squirted again as she did this, rewarding her by coating the sensitive tip and pooling at the stud, less in volume than typical orc warriors and their massive precum globs, but more frequent, and with a much more offensive flavor that absolutely disgusted orc females, or anybody for that matter. The amount of each squirt equivalent to an average jet of human cum, but very runny and nearly clear. Not that she'd know the comparison. Her senses were heightened so much that the enchanted stud had little extra effect. Her audience, silent as a crypt, couldn't believe how this was unfolding, like a child enjoying a sweet delicacy, the way she tilted her head this way and that, experimental flicks of her tongue, the smacking of her lips, subtly moaning to herself as if acknowledging a comment, enjoying the reward she received after every lick... Peon precum, most free-flowing and liquidy of all sexual fluids in the natural kingdom, had a different kind of potency when compared to their actual thick ball cum. Its flavor profile had a certain unique and powerful quality to it that was beginning to intrigue her. It turned out to be exceptionally beneficial for expanding the priestess's palate. Swimming in new sensations, she had a look of deep contemplation, finding herself getting lost in this strangely intimate moment, smacking her lips against its crown in a quick sloppy kiss, pulling away and training her sharp glowing eyes in on the penis with growing interest, a slight frown as she paused for just a split second as if seeing the cock clearly for the first time, a tilt of her head with tongue curling, breaking bridges of saliva as her tongue swirled around the flared angry helmet, and it was in the throes of this make-out study session that the famous Kaldorei began to approach a stunning revelation... a quick flick of her tongue to capture a lingering drip, and a lip-smacking kiss to coax whatever was just beyond the slit, she pulled away again, a thick strand of precum bridging the gap between her lips and his crown, and she tried to suck on it as if pulling it through a straw, ignoring the stares of those around her. She aerated the precum saved in her mouth out of curiosity; circulated it, swirling it around. She encountered a wide subtle range of what seemed to her like herb-root and mineral flavors hidden beneath raw prostate extract... it had a very intense yet peculiar mouth-feel, and she detected a residual sugar, with a very feint bitterness hidden beneath the beautiful saltiness, almost as if it had tannins. Fascinated by its rich complexity, she finally decided to admit to herself that she found it quite... deliciousss... Tyrande Whisperwind... This private confession made her feel hot, gave her a sick thrill, made her feel alive. Breathing deeply through nostrils taking in peon dick, she felt exhilarated. "Alara'shinu" she whispered to herself before latching back onto the weeping cock with her lips for more, moaning in secret satisfaction of her wicked culinary discovery, Tyrande's Forbidden Fruit. Her accidental timing was perfect, vibrating moan pushing it over the edge and caused the peon to fucking ERUPT in her mouth without warning, a violent initial jet struck her tonsil with such force that her whole body flinched (it literally crit her). She managed to keep her lips sealed around the cock as the peon's penis continued shooting jet after thick jet, and she felt her tongue stud flicker from the hot wads. She almost felt disappointed that he came so fast... No, she WAS disappointed, but disappointment quickly vanished.. she was surrounded by them..

The fat off-white ropes began to pool heavily in her mouth and she managed to remember NOT TO SWALLOW

She felt her stomach turn over and she felt faint, the taste, hitting her so powerfully...

She doesn't remember what actual food tastes like; nothing comes close to the strength of this.

The onlooking cumscooping rogue stood idly with hand covering mouth and nose, dying from the smell, and retching at the thought of peon fluids.

"It smells so fucking bad" the rogue complained in the orcish tongue, completely drunk in second-hand peon precum

The squirting was actually audible from where the rogue stood, she dizzily counted 13 before the priestess pulled away

"MMMMMMMMMM" Her passion was very real, as disturbing and confusing as it was. As she parted from the squirting penis, mouth full of cum, the seal her lips made around his tip finally broke in a tender kiss.. Its taste was incredibly rich, more intoxicating. Precum was a good steppingstone, and the residual she had held before his climax mixed well with it. The heat in her pussy was rising, she actually felt butterflies in her stomach for the first time since she was a teen, and as the fat potent load bulged her cheeks out divinely, her body glistened with sweat. She was beginning to tremble with pleasure, and she realized suddenly: