Prince Gyllen Ch. 17

"M-Min!" Gyllen stammered in response upon rediscovering his goblin friend, his face burning bright red, not in the least caused by the implication she had been openly masturbating beside him all this time without being aware. "How can you just sit there and pleasure yourself to this...debauched deed of pure animalistic desires! Never before have I had the misfortune of witnessing something so sordid in all my days! It's vile! It's debased! It's...it's..."

"It's not enough to keep ya from walkin' out that door, is it, Goldie?" The drunken goblinoid retorted, followed by a laugh interrupted by a hiccup. Gyllen said nothing else, only turning his head away from sheer shame now that his pretence had been pointed out. "Are ya sure yer not jus' jealous a' her? 'salright t' admit it...'cause I know I am, believe me~" She chuckled. "Now quit bitchin' an' get wankin', boy! Yer puttin' me on edge wi' yer gawkin'!"

Of course, Gyllen did nothing of the sort relating to Min's half-joke, however he did casually cross one leg of his over the other's knee, conveniently concealing the groin of his jodhpurs from view as they were beginning to look a lot tighter all of a sudden, casting his gaze back towards Anne, his conscious commiseration for her plight in direct conflict with subconscious envy to be in her place brought about from being unable to tell from a glance at the cabin girl's warped aspect or by listening to her suppressed intonations whether the cabin girl was having the time of her life or silently begging to the powers that be to let her suffering end, unaware that Anne was just as polarised in her emotions on the subject as the prince. As time continued to trickle on by, the throng which had formed around the dark-haired girl gradually dwindled off one by one, those who had already deposited their spunk in or on her taking a seat further away from the action to recover their spent energy while watching the rest of the show continue.

After an agonisingly extensive amount of time and half a dozen more orgasms on Anne's part, only four males remained standing in that room, two penetrating the teenager and another two stroking their shafts in eager anticipation for their turn to come around. Sooner rather than later, the penultimate pair let their finishing grunts be heard as they spurted their essence within the young woman, pulling themselves out and leaving strings of mixed semen and grool or phlegm that briefly connected their cocks to her orifices before breaking away. Without an additional word, they left the sputtering green-eyed ship page on the verge of lucidity to find themselves an available seat (and hopefully a towel while they were at it). Like looming buzzards, the two young gentlemen in waiting set themselves upon Anne in a flash however, rather than only one taking the bottom while the other took they top, they both darted towards her lower half at the same time, bumping shoulders as they met by Anne's limp legs, pushing against the other with all their might as they exchanged scowls of bared fangs while the young woman slothfully lifted her head to watch the fight by her feet with bleary eyes, their painfully average sized cocks bobbing up, down and side-to-side close to where her vagina was continuously leaking a concoction of cum sourced from the host of males before their approach.

"Clear off!" Anne heard the one on her left say. "I've been eyein' up her snatch all bleedin' night, an' I ain't waitin' a second longer for my go!"

"Dream on!" The one on her right retorted. "I've been dyin' to get wi' Annie th' day she first waddled her cute arse onta this tub! I've been preppin' mesel' all night t' give her a proper dickin', and I'm jes' 'bout ready t' burst!" The squabbling between the two boys continued on like this for a short while longer, with many pushes and shoves that entertained the audience almost as much as the fucking had, though before the chanting for them to fight could commence, the slurred suggestion of an intoxicated goblinoid put an end to their argument:

"Why don' ye jus' both shag her at th' same time?" At the expounding of this drunken wisdom, the two males ceased their scuffle, turning to face each other with expression of pondering expressions before then slowly turning to look to Anne with equally inquisitive casts. The next thing the cabin girl was cognizant off, she was resting her backside on one the boys' larger - but fairly soft - body after he had somehow slinked his way underneath her, his shaft standing perfectly upright between her thighs. He then reached around and over to grab his length by its middle and realigned the head to slip it into Anne's sloppy orifice with ease by the cum acting as an improvised lubricant and the general looseness her vagina had temporarily taken during the relentless barrage it withstood. Anne gasped while the male let out a sigh, remaining stationary as the second male made his approach, standing tall over Anne as her emerald eyes were fixed on his manhood poised just before her already-occupied orifice, only just now becoming aware of what was about to occur without her input on the discussion beforehand.

By the time she mustered up the energy necessary to formulate her speech to argue against the excess stuffing she was about to receive, it was too little too late. The young woman felt the tepid tip of the second man's rod press and aggressively rub upon her love button as he attempted to force it inside to no avail until he hooked his index finger into the rim of her sheath to create a slight opening between the edge of her orifice and the other male crewmates cock, visibly wincing as he was forced to dip his digit into the cocktail of spunk that already deluge her interior as well as having to brush his knuckle against his contender's rod when he did, allowing just enough leeway for him to slip the apex of his cock's crown inside the teenage female, with the rest of his inches gradually following in after as her cunt stretched out to better accommodate both insertions in the same space.

Flinging her head backwards, Anne cried out as she felt the second cock travel deeper into her cavern, dragging tightly against the first, expanding her hole in two polarising directions. While on their own merits, neither penis was anything to write home about (even if Anne could write), working in tandem, they stretched her pussy out even further than what Captain Bonny accomplished with her oversized phallus earlier in the evening, and that was already the single largest object the cabin girl had stuffed in her muff up till that point! By the time the cock on top had been probed as far as it could possibly reach within her, Anne was already shuddering nonstop from the sensation and in complete disbelief her orifice was capable of such a feat, a thought that quickly dissipated from consciousness once the two members began shifting in unison as her mind was quickly overtaken by an all-consuming delectation manifesting itself into an outflux of feminine moans.

Anne could feel every last centimetre grind away at her carnal walls, the dick that was situated above going full-tilt delivering gratification in the form of consistently rapid and hard-hitting thrusts, while the one below went at an easier pace, likely due to the fact of having less space to work with from his angle, though the relaxed pace made for a fantastic counterbalance to the rough and ready rogering she was receiving just below her bean, her mind unable to comprehend experiencing both sides of the spectrum at once in any other way than to tingle her erogenous zone with an exhilarating overflow of absolute euphoria. Additionally, both males were also learning how insanely satisfying the unorthodox experience had turned out for them, though neither wanted to admit deriving such delight partly from having another member frotting against their own while they double teamed the same girl.

However, this double vaginal penetration was fated to last but for a few fleeting minutes before sparking into an explosive climax for all three participants with the amplification of their combined shouts being what you would expect. Both rods were embedded inside Anne's folds all the way to their respective nutsacks, which were now pressed firmly pressed against one another as the overflow of semen trickled between the four spheroids. Anne writhed and groaned between her current two partners as her womb was filled for the umpteenth time within a single hour, and yet was not able to quite achieve that definitively final orgasm. She felt the softening dicks extract from her gaping orifice one after the other, the standing male stepping back first before his fellow slid the inert cabin girl off and away from his half-naked body, the skin of their thighs sticking slightly together with perspiration before raising himself from the table and returning to his seat, leaving Anne with green eyes glazed over, her head titled to the right, arms sprawled far on either side as her legs dangled loosely where she lay, several men's worth of seed pouring from her gaping gash and splattering the deck underneath.

"Weel, that wis a fun wee distraction! Ahm aff tae kip noo." Captain Bonny spoke up for the first time after what felt like an age ever since she removed her strap-on from Anne, which in turn she had yet to remove from her person still, letting the peripheral prominently projecting from her crotch as she shamelessly sat spread eagle on a barrel with arms reclining on a table behind her and several empty glass bottles close to her limp right hand. The captain then stood to her feet, ready to excuse herself with her false phallus swaying even the smallest of her motions, stopping herself to slur out an additional sentence. "Oh, an' ah wahnt this room spotless by furs' light th' morrah! Last thing ah wahnt is troddin' in some nasty wanker's splooge puddle oan th' way tae gettin' me brekkie!"

"Oi!" Another feminine voice then suddenly yelled out, postponing the captain's egress. All heads in the room, minus Anne's lolling skull, turned to where this declaration originated from, each and every eye, Gyllen's pair included, confusingly pinned on the blustery, redheaded goblinoid with a bottle halfway lodged up her muff with one hand. "We still got one last lad here who's jes' been itchin' for a go!" Min claimed, making the prince scan to his immediate left, right and even behind to see who she could possibly be referring to, only for him to realise when he brought this head forwards again that the thumb of Min's free mitt was pointing towards him.

"Aw, yeah! Forgot th' toff was 'ere! Didn' take 'im fer the type t' be int' this sort o' thing..." One pirate commented.

"Shit, man, ah forgot he was even a bloke!" Another added, forcing Gyllen's cheeks to turn red from the mocking sound of laughter made at his expense.

"Well, get 'is pale arse o'er 'ere, Snotskin!" The older brunette human woman yelled out, gesturing for the goblin to bring the blond forth. "Las' 'hing ah want 'em natterin' aboot in the harbour taverns is 'ow Cap'n Bonny doesnae treat her guests proper-like!"

"O-Oh, really, you don't have to..." Gyllen attempted to decline the offer as polite as he possibly could, but Min, having since discarded the bottle, was already dragging Gyllen by the wrist from his seat to the centre of the room, his words implying protest though he made little to no physical resistance against the goblin's forceful tugging and soon found himself standing before the nude, worn cabin girl as she lay looking as though she was about ready to slip into an exhausted coma at a second's notice.

"Whit'sa matter, boy? Gettin' cold feet?" Bonny said as she slid close behind Gyllen, her massive chest pressing into his back and the strap-on to prodding into his buttocks, making the prince freeze in place as unpleasant memories of his time in prison rushed into him all at once just from the minor, familiar feeling to the extent where he hardly reacted when she sharply tugged his trousers all the way down to his knees! Though it would have been easy to blame alcohol for her overconfidence in daring to do such a thing to someone she knew full well to be royalty, Gyllen somehow had the impression she would have just have readily done so even if she was not under the influence. "Aw, there we go~ Got yer cute wee pecker oot an' it's aw ready tae get tae work!" She further commented directly in his ear as she looked over his shoulder to his uncircumcised erection pointing directly to where Anne's legs remained apart, her slit almost entirely obscured by the globs of jizz that seeped forth from its opening.

Next, putting her mitts on his hips, Bonny began coaxing the boy's hips forwards into Anne, his modest prick pushing against her deluged opening, feeling the warm discharges of several other males before him on his partially-covered tip. Goosebumps prickled the prince's skin as he watched and felt his cock sink through the white, tepid, semifluid barricade and into the young woman's sloppy folds, causing a feeble reactionary squeak from cabin girl's agape mouth, and only realising after this that the captain had long since let go of his waist and had now returned to her seat far behind. Gyllen kept nervously still in place, unsure if he was in his right to proceed any further, especially with how he saw Anne completely out of the whole episode.

It was during this brief pause that Gyllen then spotted some activity happening from out the corner of his eye and turned his head over to see Min clambering her stout self onto the table. The goblin briskly shuffled along its surface on her bear knees to where the teenaged cabin girl lay, silently scooping her short arms underneath Anne's torso to prop the human girl into an upright position, who flopped weakly while in the redhead's hold, her neck hanging to one side as though her bones had softened to jelly. Shifting one hand from the cabin girl's back to her nape, Min held Anne's head straight and steady, her green eyes half-lidded with the only sign of life being her rapidly rising and falling diaphragm, first holding her head forwards and down so she could see the final male and his inserted his manhood into her swamped pussy, though made no reaction. Upon seeing this lack of a response, the goblin then harshly tugged Anne's head aside so it now was now level with the nearby green woman's freckled features.

"Geez, lass, ya don' know how lucky ya got it! I tell ya, nobody shows their appreciation for anythin' these days." Min said directly to Anne, though whether the cabin girl actually took in a single spoken word was entirely anybody's guess. It was not until Min jarringly pushed her own countenance forwards and locked lips with the cabin girl that the human girl shewed a semblance of emotion in the form of her eyes bulging wide with shock over such an audacious display that stood out even after she had taken multiple members both above and below. The kiss lasted for a time that bordered on uncomfortable for the younger female, Min's small lime paw pressing the back of the human's skull to keep her head in place, but even still, Anne made no attempt to withdraw, either from pure shock or...something else. The rest of the onlookers were far from opposed to the action though, if the ribald whistles and whoops were anything to go by, Gyllen was even able to see the outline of the goblinoid's pierced tongue through the young woman's cheek before Min finally pulled her mouth away completely from Anne's lips with an exaggerated exhale, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting their two feminine pairs of lips together before breaking away upon the goblin speaking her next line. "Mmm~ Can still taste the cock in yer cheeks~"

With an impish smile adoring her countenance, Min then proceeded to lean in once more, though instead of meeting maws with the human, she veered just off to the side with her tongue extended, planting said tasting muscle onto her cheek and dragging it across the surface of her skin, slurping up any and all splotches of ejaculated seed it crossed and leaving highlighted trails of saliva until Anne's profile was wiped clean. Without a moment of pause, Min then begun sliding her tongue down the cabin girl's neck to her collar bone before arriving at her perky breasts, immediately latching her lips onto the human's rigid nipple closest to her mouth while a green mitt reached over to fondle Anne's remaining breast, with occasional twists made on its nub by the lime digits.

No matter how much the teenaged prince feigned his detachment to the this forefront view of casual, demonstration of interspecies, same-sex affection, his raging hormones remained honest if the increased stirring he felt in his loins were any attestation, his primal urges becoming increasingly more difficult for him to deny until he gave in to carnal temptation and gripped his soft hands onto Anne's creamy thighs and prepared himself for a pelvic buck. Gyllen would put every ounce of his energy into commencing the repeated pounding into the pirate's pussy without yield in an atypical manifestation of aggression for one otherwise so passive, churning the sludge in her cunt with faint squelches. Perhaps it was the small age gap between him and Anne that gave the blond a sense of license to exercise his more bullish side he would otherwise be too daunted to try on partners a good few years his senior.

Between Gyllen's thrusts and Min's deft finger/tongue techniques, Anne's libido was kindled anew, her moans once more betraying her corporeal glee and in even greater effect than from when this wearisome gangbang had been first initiated, though part of that was helped by having nothing block the route from her vocal chords this time. Gyllen too made his joy known, albeit in quieter huffs of breath while his cheeks tinged crimson and a film of sweat ran from underneath his golden bangs, using the sight of Min tweaking and nursing on the human girl as incitement in keeping his breakneck impetus all the way through the process, though he did wonder if perhaps the goblin was stealing away the majority of the page's attention with her far more refined and acute methods.

As Min was craning her neck across Anne's chest to sample upon her second nub, the cabin girl's breathing became progressively more concise, feeling what was probably the greatest rush of euphoria to ever overcome her entire system up till that day from the synergistic efforts between the redhead and the blond, a sensation she would find difficulty in replicating over the course of the coming years, let alone surpass. There was some irony she found that the endeavours of the two most feminine individuals in that room besides herself were the ones to make her self-proclaimed straight self experienced such. The simple detail of being able to make eye contact with the one who was performing the ploughing on her body made all the difference contributing to her immense enjoyment, and the good fortune they happened to be a beautiful blond boy only enhanced Anne's joy, finding an odd appeal she never knew she was capable of to his feminine mien combined with a sylphlike body, although she still deliberately chose to ignore the goblin woman suckling at her modest teats (as best as she was able) to avoid any disconcertion, regardless of how great it felt for her.

Having already been teetering on the edge of one final orgasm ever since the spontaneous double stuffing of her vagina, Anne was quick to cum from the prince's pummels before she could even fully adjust to her elevated elation, which worked out quite well for the male rapidly burning through his stamina without a thought as his own orgasm arrived shortly thereafter partway through the cabin girl's climax, who was able to feel the final few spurts of seed contributing to the cocktail contained in her cunt via the fresh warmth these recent shots exuded compared to the lukewarm surplus ooze, even if it was but a drop compared to the white ocean that was already saturating her interior.