Prince Gyllen Ch. 15

"Hush, my flesh-and-blood dullard, lest your hysterical bawling turn the menfolk flaccid." A familiar, glacial voice breathed out not two meters away from where the brunette knelt. Kobber turned her head this way and that between the legs of her masculine enclosure before she was eventually able to locate her sister squatting just off to the side within her own ring comprised of seven males, just as near-naked as the elder princess. Sølv's beautifully pale and blemish-free body that dangerously bordered on underweight was on full display while pleasuring each penis presented to her single-handedly (using two hands). In fact, upon surveying her surroundings, each girl Kobber could see similarly had a band of two to four men gathered about her, all of them undressed to an extent that allowed their private parts to be easily accessed to. Both the raven-haired sister's pencil-thin wrists were presently in furious overdrive working each cock in proximity to full-mast as swiftly as she was capable. Once one throbbing mass had achieved its completely erect state, the younger princess' paws darted to the next without any wasted time, never once breaking eye contact with her sister while she was doing so. "There is no cause to fret, cherished kitten, for now is merely the time for us to perform our sacred duty. Observe the apostles yonder."

Per Sølv's instruction, Kobber turned her head again to see the two boys previously standing by Selekos' sides, the only ones aside from the priest himself to remain clothed, now making rounds through the clusters of disproportionate male:female ratios and setting objects down on the ground close to wherever a woman was to be found. It was not till one of them had outstretched his arm through the convened figures about Kobber that she gained a clear enough view to see what those objects were: goblets masterfully chiselled from clearest quartz. Once this vessel had been placed close to her knees, the brunette looked back to Sølv, still servicing the many erections she had created but now with an identical container by her black-painted toenails.

"What're the cups for, Sis?" The elder twin curiously questioned.

"For the depositing of the harvested essence from these livestock, of course." Sølv answered with yet more enigmatic riddles. "Monitor and mimic my actions for now. I shall illustrate the succeeding phase of the task once it arises."

"Oh, okay!" Kobber keenly complied. "Guess these are the 'festivities' you were talking about..."

Kobber did not receive confirmation for her speculation however, as her sister's mouth had already become occupied by a meaty cock in that time. Sølv's optics closed over as her face shifted back and forth on the shaft in a far more leisurely mode compared to the speed her expeditious handjobs were being concurrently conducted, her gaunt cheeks caving inwards even moreso than usual as she siphoned the length, looking as though she was sampling its masculine flavour while she suctioned. Meanwhile, several grubby mitts had shot forth from the surrounding males to caress on the small amount of tit-flesh she sported, some fingers digging into the malleability of her very slight pectoral mounds as the rest spiralled about her stiff nipples. Some hands belonging to the presently unattended men travelled even lower down Sølv's anoretic physique for the opportunity to touch and tease the morose woman's genitalia, seeking to entice the impassive female into a more overtly amorous mood. Two digits battled for dominance upon on her small, exposed love button without quarter as another few tickled the salmon-pink curtains situated just underneath, their owners having to crouch closely beside the fellating princess in order to reach said source of eroticism.

Kobber watched her sister's sordid spectacle for a few moments more, feeling her heart race with an underlying yearning to insert herself into a comparable scene and considering resuming what she had started on that lichen-covered boulder just outside these very woods, using the viewing of Sølv's as an impetus...until she remembered she had her own set of boys who had very patiently been waiting for her to make the initial move all this time. The other women had also already begun to take action in draining the ivory adhesive from their male collaborators, and the brunette did not wish to be the sole adherent falling behind. The elder princess raised her hands and tightened her vice-like grip around the two rods to her immediate left and right, slowly yet strongly pumping away at the pair of semi-solid penises as they pulsed in her fingers to their fully primed states. Kobber was far more accustomed to participating in salacious activities with her twin alone, though she did have the occasional experience with a male whenever Sølv had one or two of her friends of the un-fair sex over to join in with their fun and games at home (the elder princess never forgot the day she first learned of the differences in equipment between boys and girls). Even still, she had never before been granted the privilege of having so many cocks at her beck and call at the one time. She was no doubt feeling the immense pressure of the expectations from all these men resting upon the calibre of her performance at hand, but at the same time feeling excited beyond anything she had ever taken part in before from being the focal point of such eager boys willing to please her in turn. The brunette set out to attempt her absolute best as not to make a sour first impression during her enrolment into this confidential clique.

Between those two delectable dicks she was stroking stood a third member, belonging to a boy who looked slightly below the brunette's own age-range. His uncut erection was fairly stubby with a sparse amount of pubic hairs sowed about its base, and he overall seemed quite nervous just from attending this racy ritual (having his manhood exposed directly before the eyeline of such an attractive young lady certainly did not help matters) judging from the chronic trembling throughout his small frame. Still, the last thing Kobber would wish was for anybody to feel uncomfortable while in her presence, and decided to ease this stranger in the most fitting way she knew how considering the existing conditions. The brunette craned her neck closer towards the lad's crotch, stopping a couple scant inches away from the business end of his pecker before looking up to him with a warm smile. He seemed quite taken aback by this unexpected amiability from someone he had not even formally met, though he at least returned the infectious grin with his own nervous variant. With non-verbal pleasantries exchanged, Kobber put her lips to and around the crown of this tertiary cock, suckling on the tip for a single instant before sliding her maw down the length. The skittish boy, however, must have not been very seasoned to this sort of thing in the least because Kobber felt her mouth fill with hot ejaculate before she could even reach the halfway point on his shaft!

The auburn princess' brown eyes widened even more than they already were from this unforeseen turn, with the stranger's orgasm lasting longer than the actual blowjob itself! Very carefully, she pulled her mouth away from the lad's cock once his ejaculating had subsided, keeping her lips tightly sealed around his girth while she done so to contain as much of his discharged semen as she could hold, and continuing to keep them pursed once they had been completely removed, not allowing even one microlitre to escape. She witnessed a long strand of cum still dangle from the urethra on the boy's softening cock at the end of her nose before he shrank away (partially literally) into the background, as if ashamed by his ill-timed climax before the new girl.

"Don't swallow it." A voice ordered Kobber with emotionless emphasis. Of course, it was Sølv, having taken notice of this premature progress the rite was unpredictably taking after prying her own lips away from a decently-length member she was pleasuring herself. The elder sibling kept the creamy substance sloshing between her cheeks as the bitter - but appealing - taste tingled her tastebuds, terrifically tempting her to guzzle down the load in its entirety against her sibling's command, which she very nearly did given Sølv's prolonged delay in making her next statement, as if the chalky-faced princess was deriving some perverse amusement from watching her sister contain the cum within her loud-mouthed gob. "Deposit it into thy chalice." Sølv finally instructed Kobber, though the absence of a clarification as to why only served to befuddle the elder twin even further. Nonetheless, the brunette released one unfortunate cock to reach over for the transparent cup, dragging it closer towards herself by the brim with two fingers before lifting it to her face and reopening her mouth at long last, from which she dribbled the viscid wad of semen into the vessel, alongside some blended saliva.

The load was surprisingly large, having already filled roughly a tenth of the container's volume by the time it had been drained from the brunette's muzzle. What the boy lacked in fortitude, he seemed to more than make up for in output. Kobber was beguiled by the way the substance scintillated in the moonbeams and even Sølv found the sheer quantity of it to be quite impressive, distracting her long enough to be blindsided by a slug of semen on her sunken cheek and onyx tresses, heralded by the sudden grunts of a man she had been offhandedly pleasuring to the side a tad too well. With a minor flinch, she turned her head to where this glob had spurted forth, first looking to the leaking rod diminishing in her grasp before lifting her gaze to the attached culprit's countenance. Though her expression remained stoic, the man recoiled from the implicit chagrin behind those icy eyes burning a pit into his very fibre. Not wishing to incur the ire of Snow-Caller, the serf wordlessly reached over with a trembling hand and wiped the side of her haggard face and the strands of hair he had undeservingly soiled with his untimely discharge clean with his digits as painstakingly as he was capable, visibly wincing as his fingertips unwillingly felt his own spouted slime before frantically flicking it off into the nearby goblet, with similar revulsion one may have towards disposing a strain of plague-stricken phlegm, before vanishing from view.

Immediately, another manhood came into Sølv's possession, girthier and lengthier than that which preceded it. In fact, three more rods were all offered towards her in the very second the first had retreated, though she merely opted to take hold of the one which happened to be closest within her reach at the time, forcing the declined to wait until the next vacancy to be made available. Her bony fingers clasped tightly around the circumferences of the matching cocks and stroked away at them with professional indifference that made it impossible to tell from the outset alone whether the solemn beauty was truly enjoying her time stockpiling semen expressed from these males - whilst they in turn fondled her pasty form - or if she merely considered it to be routine labour akin to ploughing fields or fitting horseshoes, with only the occasional moan escaping her voice box (smothered by whichever invasive rod currently halfway swallowed down her throat) confirming she could indeed feel the product of a near dozen hands pawing at her fragile frame in unison.

Kobber, on the other hand, was indisputably having the absolute time of her life! Her set-up was similar to that of her sister's: two cocks in each hold with a third in her maw, though she would eagerly hop between which ones she was rubbing or slurping at seemingly random, like a lascivious game of roulette, giggling in the brief intervals where she was alternating while both her wrists and her tongue vigorously twisted on whichever rod just so happened to be on them. The competition for predominance over the brunette's body was less severe compared to that of her younger sister, meaning the fourth boy in Kobber's orbit had unadulterated access towards her royal vulva. The elder princess' already present excitement combined with this stranger's well-versed proficiency in utilising his digits resulted in her privates turning soaking wet in a concise amount of time before having two of the man's fingers slide up into her cunt without resistance, hyperactively jostling them about Kobber's sultry interior with no remorse and causing its owner to groan with unfiltered joy, which in turn reverberated down whichever rod was currently within her windpipe in the moment, all the while enthusiastically gyrating her hips into the probing digits as three sets of hands from those above squeezed down into the pudding-like consistency of her udders.

"You know, if you really wanted, you can have a taste down there too~" Kobber said after seeing the stranger who had been fingering her take what he thought to be an inconspicuous lick of his fingertips. Looking surprised, he immediately took her up on the offer, turning around, dropping to his back and sliding himself and his face between where her knees knelt before grabbing hold of her plump thighs and planting his face directly into where they met, hungrily circling his tongue about her sweet pussy, directly causing Kobber's moans to increase greatly in volume and expediting every microcosm of her movements from exhilaration. It did not take long before Kobber had managed to make two more men ejaculate, one in her mouth and one in her hand. Like before, she spat out the semen into the cup before swabbing the rest from her face and to the container with her fingers. The man lapping at her twinkling cunt immediately jumped at the opportunity to take the place of one of his fellows, pushing his prick to Kobber's lips, which graciously accepted the insertion. Oddly enough, however, yet another cock was then thrust into her empty palm to be pleasured...

Now, Kobber was not exactly a model student in mathematics, but even she could tell you something was amiss with the calculations here. It was then that she became aware of the group formed around her had not become any smaller since she first started this trial...in fact, the number of people flocked about her was instead steadily increasing! More males approached Kobber, intrigued by this spunky, voluptuous stranger whom Snow-Caller had brought in stark disparity to the more saturnine girls they were more familiar with. She was like a buoyant breath of fresh air! Many of those who drew closer were content to just observe and masturbate themselves to the showcase, stepping forth only to squirt their seed onto the baby-bottom smooth skin of Kobber's profile or chest (a seemingly unnecessary step in the process, seeing as they could have just as easily done so directly into the chalice), though one boy had situated his features betwixt her femurs and resumed eating her out where the first had left off, helping the princess maintain her momentum as she strived to serve each submitted manhood to the absolute apogee of her talents.

Sølv had accounted for her sister to draw in quite a crowd away from the usual scrawny things the cult generally attracted, but this sudden surge of attention the brunette princess was now receiving was unprecedented! The younger twin herself only ever knew the pleasure of settling for a single, small membered male during her premiere mass - after quite the coercion at that - and struggled to accumulate a sub-following of her own within the coterie over the course of the many months that followed...and yet here was Kobber; a fresh face who had little to no understandings of the inner machinations at work during this ceremony, hogging the spotlight as typical as ever like she was Freyja incarnate! A pox on her vapid tramp of a sibling, and the superiorly attractive genes she alone inherited from their mother...

Wait, what was this? A hint of jealousy? A chip in Sølv's facade? No...no, of course not. Why would Sølv; graduate with honours of Ūwilazala Academy; talker to the dead and daemons, be envious of a girl who had been consistently struggling to pass the entrance exam to Madam Drasilldotter's School of Equestrianism for the better part of a decade? She perished the idea, yet was not able to avert her wintry optics away from her genial sibling or the unadulterated glee she was evidently attaining from the current context. Perhaps it was time for Sølv to deliver a harsh dose of reality towards Kobber by upping the ante and reminding her sister just how far apart the levels in their abilities were...

Sølv pulled her maw away from the cock it was presently servicing before she mumbled a few quick, untranslatable words under her breath, no doubt formulating her second magic spell of the night. A miniscule amount of mana ignited her bloodstream, flowed through her veins and focused into her fingertips. Whatever this spell's properties were, it certainly caused quite the reaction from those that had their members held in her grasp in that moment, judging by the sharp yelp and a gasp which escaped simultaneously from both parties, accompanied by a slight jump from recoil. To them, it felt as though a sudden chill had stung directly through the sinew and muscle that constituted their members, conflicting with the warm blood held within which maintained their boners and producing a fusion of contradictory sensations unique to this mystical mastery. The resulting impression was one which was invigorating in an uncanny manner unlike anything else the males had ever experienced, leading to a greater overall rigidity gained in their erections and an amplified sense of susceptibility, which was made especially apparent when the two males fired their fluids mere seconds following the incantation's activation.

"Oi! Snow-Caller's doin' her frosty fingers again!" Someone could be heard boorishly announcing, followed immediately by an influx of extra males congregating about Sølv, all waiting patiently for a chance to sample the exhilaration of the pale sister's glacial hold. Kobber glanced over to her sister to see what was causing all the sudden hubbub about her though was only able to catch quick, quite literal flashes of what had become of her digits as they quickly jumped from one dick to the next; their tips appeared to be reflecting the light radiating from the fires and moonbeams, as if they had become glazed with an extremely fine film of glass. On top of all that, a wispy, white mist faintly drifted forth from her fingers in a way similar to one's expelled breath on a cold December morning, forming brief glints of crystallised air wherever it floated. In summary, it appeared to the auburn princess that her twin had coated the prints of her digits with some form of enchanted ice.

Sølv said nothing to her twin, mainly due to her resuming her oral sex (failing to realise she had put her lips to a different penis than previous), but looked Kobber dead in the eye amidst her newfound sources of recognition, as if to gloat: "Gaze upon my abilities and despair, foolish sister, knowing that you may never reach such a magnitude of power." Quite the implied, haughty boast from someone whose face was currently doubling as a vulgar spittoon for a rabble of randy strangers, but Kobber only returned the look with her usual undeviating smile and mirth:

"Oh, I didn't know we were allowed to use magic!" The elder twin responded before immediately following it up with -- amongst the last things Sølv would ever expect coming from Princess Kobber the Airy-Headed of all people - reciting a short incantation with perfect clarity and articulation. Baffling still, the magical energies which lay dormant within every living thing on the planet - but few could ever learn to truly harness - resonated with her words and crackled forth from her fingertips in the form of golden sparks. The men in her hold were shocked in every sense of the term, seeing as Kobber had just called upon a spell which emulated the same destructive elements as those found in a raging tempest of thunder! However, the voltage she was generating was kept to a decisive minimum, ensuring no severe damage would come about to the persons receiving the supernatural jolts, though they still cried out with a wail that combined their monumental rapture with tolerable agony as electrical energies coursed through their gonads, tingling the most tender nerves they possessed while surging through not only their shafts, but also resonating all the way down to their testes with mild, yet discernible, vibrations.