Chapter Six
ZANDER
“Yavara, it’s way too easy for me to get through that head. You need to either defend or counterattack, right now you’re just skipping through both.” Prestira lectured Yavara as the dark elf collapsed on the floor, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
“Can you explain to me how I’m supposed to defend against that?” Yavara gasped as she pulled herself up.
“I told you Yavara, when you feel me manipulating our connection you need block my advances. If you feel me up here,” Prestira placed her finger on her forehead, “that’s where you need to focus. If you feel me here, that’s where you need to focus. There are thousands of entry points into the mind, and you need to react to each of them when I try to intrude.”
“What if I don’t bother defending and go right for a counter attack?” Yavara asked as she flexed the muscles in her hand, a bewildered expression strewn across her face as she regained control of her body.
“Counterattacking is much harder. It’s not the same as attacking. Yesterday you were on the offensive the entire time, you dictated how our connection would be established. Today, I’m on the offensive and I get to dictate the terms engagement. The attacker always has the advantage here, and the best course of action is to defend until they’re warn out. A counter attack leaves you completely vulnerable if you fail. Now, focus on the point of intrusion and block me!”
Yavara’s eyes darted into her head as she immediately failed. Prestira took a moment to make Yavara slap herself before she let the elf go.
“Too easy, Yavara! You’re not concentrating on the point of attack; you’re trying to defend you whole mind at once. Again!”
Yavara lasted about two seconds longer before she collapsed on the ground. Prestira looked at me with a concerned expression. “We’ve been here for hours with no progress, Zander. Yavara isn’t going to be able to fuck her way out of every situation, she needs to put herself in the right mindset.”
“Yavara isn’t used to playing defensively, and I’m not sure we should try it. I think she may have more luck just counterattacking than trying to defend. It goes against her nature to stand back and take the punishment.” I replied.
“She sure enjoyed taking my punishment,” Brock replied from his bottle of booze in the corner, “There’s a submissive side to the queen that you’re neglecting, Zander.”
“Submission is not the same as defense, Brock,” Prestira replied to the orc, “submission is what you do after defense has failed.”
“I can’t believe you let him up here.” I scowled at Prestira.
Prestira shrugged her shoulders, “The moment I saw what he was packing I gave him a double or nothing proposition to get out of it. Brock was convinced all our lessons would devolve into an orgy, so he said that if he wins, he gets my mouth and gets to sit it on the lessons. If I win, I don’t have to blow him. I lost.”
Brock grabbed his crotch and sneered at me, “I think she lost on purpose, Zander.”
Did you? I asked.
He kept stroking his thing in front of me during the final match. It was distracting and I got curious.
Slut.
At least he didn’t stick his fingers up my ass. Which reminds me…
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Prestira made Yavara get up on her knees and pant like a dog. The witch beckoned Yavara to her and patted her lap. Yavara submissively sat on Prestira’s lap and spread her legs, her tight black dress sliding up her thighs until it sprung passed her hips, revealing her slit. Prestira pulled Yavara’s face to her own and slipped a tongue between the elf’s lips. Yavara closed her eyes as the sorcerous worked her tongue into her mouth. Prestira withdrew her tongue from Yavara and placed her index finger on the elf’s lips. Yavara closed her lips around Prestira and sensually sucked her. When Prestira was satisfied, she made Yavara pull herself up and spread her ass open. Prestira drover her index finger into Yavara before she resumed her kiss, toying with the elf as Yavara’s pussy began to leak. Prestira let out a moan and released the elf both mentally and physically.
Yavara collapsed onto Prestira’s lap, her eyes fluttering open as she regained her body. She leaned back and kissed Prestira, their tongues entwining in passion while their lips locked. Yavara caressed Prestira’s cheek before letting her go, her eyes half closed, a crooked smile creeping across her lips.
“I guess that was payback.”
“You guessed right.” Prestira whispered into Yavara’s ear, her hand defiling Yavara under her dress, “You feel so good, Yavara. It’s like your body was made for fucking.”
“It’s my succubus DNA.” Yavara whispered back, crinkling her nose.
“Get back over there, you little bitch.” Prestira laughed as she pushed Yavara off her, slapping the elf’s perfect ass as she walked away.
Prestira took a deep breath and composed herself. “Zander thinks that it would be better if we ignored mental defense and focused solely on counterattacking. This goes against convention, but I suppose you are not a conventional girl. A successful counterattack is incredibly difficult; you must not only react to the place in your mind I attack, but also grab hold of the connection and make it your own. Failing to do either of these things will leave you completely vulnerable to me. Are you ready?”
Yavara nodded and prepared herself. Prestira locked eyes with Yavara. They stared intensely at each other, their eyes growing bloodshot as the battle in their minds raged. Yavara let out a groan and collapsed in defeat. Prestira sighed and made Yavara stand up. Prestira forced Yavara to pull her dress down, her breasts tightening against the fabric before flying out of her top. Yavara seductively walked over to Brock, her hips swaying from side to side. Brock repositioned himself eagerly, his cocks standing at attention.
“Sorry I couldn’t take you all the way in last night, Brock. Here’s a consolation prize.” Prestira spoke seductively through Yavara’s mouth. Yavara bent over at the hips, her thighs pressed together, her dress sliding up her glutes until her ass finally popped out, exposing her delicious holes to Prestira and I. She ran her tongue between the orc’s balls before sliding it up his shaft, slowly licking her way to the head. Yavara gazed up at Brock with a slutty expression while her tongue circled the orc’s head. I could see Prestira licking her own lips as she controlled the elf. Yavara pushed her head down on Brock, maintaining eye contact as her full lips sucked on his shaft. Prestira made Yavara continue even after the elf gagged on the orc, saliva secreting from her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. Prestira let out a gasp of pleasure once Yavara’s lips met the bottom of Brock’s cock. Yavara rotated her lips around the orc, lewd slurping sounds coming from her mouth as she did so. The dark elf looked up at Brock with lust in her eyes while she raised her head, her lips so tight around the orc’s shaft that her mouth was being pulled slightly away from her face, the skin of cheeks stretching. Prestira sent Yavara down again, a little further this time. Brock moaned as the dark elf wrapped her tongue around his cock while she devoured him, her head moving up and down faster while she sucked. Brock grabbed the back of Yavara’s head and pushed her all the way down, forcing a cry of pleasure from Prestira as she felt the orc violate her other throat. Brock held Yavara’s head down while he thrust into her, the elf’s neck deforming as his bulge traveled down her throat. With a final grunt Brock thrust his entire length into Yavara, causing his thick cum to leak from her lips. Prestira screamed in delight on the floor, the witch sucking on her own fingers while she played with herself.
Yavara withdrew from the orc and swallowed, smiling gratefully down at him as his seed filled her belly. Prestira regained control of herself and let Yavara go from her mental cage. Yavara’s eyes rolled back into her head as she stumbled, catching herself on the table just before she fell.
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“That was a little far, Prestira.” Yavara gasped as she held her throat.
“Every time you fail it will only get worse for you, Yavara. There’s no learning if failure isn’t met with consequence.”
Yavara coughed up a bit of Brock’s semen and wiped her mouth. “When I get control of you Prestira, I’m not going to be very nice.”
“If you can successfully counterattack me, you can do whatever you want to me.” Prestira smiled seductively.
Yavara leaned down and kissed the witch. “Is that a promise?” she whispered into Prestira’s mouth as she traced the witch’s cheek with her fingers.
“Yes.” Prestira whispered back.
Yavara sat cross-legged across from Prestira and focused on the witch’s eyes. Brock nudged me with his elbow.
“Whoever loses, we win!” he growled, excitement shining in his eyes. I grinned back at the orc and directed my attention to the women engaged in mental combat.
Yavara was holding out against Prestira, her face fixed with concentration. Prestira started to groan as the strain of attacking Yavara grew. Sweat was dripping down Yavara’s face as she counterattacked Prestira’s onslaught. Prestira grimaced once Yavara gained the upper hand, tears streaking down her cheeks as she fought the she-elf off. A vessel burst in Yavara’s eye. Prestira cried out and collapsed on the floor, Yavara finally triumphant.
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Yavara let out an excited yelp as she jumped to her feet. Prestira rose slowly to her knees, her hands dangling from her arms as though she was a dog. Yavara walked over to her new pet and stroked her hair. Prestira hung her tongue from her mouth and panted like a bitch as Yavara pet her.
“Zander, can you conjure a leash for Prestira? And how about a chain for her tits?” Yavara asked me excitedly. I raised my finger and obliged the elf. A black leash formed around Prestira’s neck, and a golden chain connected her breasts together by her piercings.
“What do you plan to do with your new dog now?” I asked.
Yavara threw off Prestira’s robe, exposing her pale naked body to us. “I’m going to take her for a walk. Disguise me, Zander.”
I cast the spell, causing Yavara’s eyes to turn green and her ears to round over. Yavara guided Prestira down the stairs and into the bar. The crowd grew silent at the sight of the witch humbled to such a state.
Yavara walked Prestira through the crowd. Murmurs started floating from the customers as Prestira obediently crawled behind Yavara, still panting as she moved.
“Does everyone like my new pet?” Yavara asked the spectators.
The crowd roared in thunderous approval.
“And who here wants to play with my new bitch?” Yavara yelled.
The patrons clamored around Prestira and began to grope her. Prestira licked every hand that passed by her face and moaned with every slap and squeeze from the strangers.
“Listen up!” Yavara yelled to the crowd, “Prestira is so grateful for your patronage that she is going to fuck whoever wants her! The price of admission is ten gold pieces for oral, fifteen for vaginal and twenty for anal; you may direct your payments to the wizard.”
“And what about you Trisha, how much do you cost?” a voice cut through the crowd.
“Me?” Yavara said, blushing.
“Yeah, how much for the hottest piece of ass in Ardeni?” yelled another voice.
Yavara looked at all the men in the crowd, licking her lips. She pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, her naked body exposed to the entire bar.
“I’m for free!” she yelled, eliciting an uproar from the entire room.
Brock glanced at me with a frown. “I told her she didn’t have to do this, there are other ways to make money.”
“We’re not making money off Yavara, she’s doing it for free. I don’t think she’s doing it for promotional reason either, I think she’s just that much of a slut.”
“Yeah…” Brock said as he watched the crowd surge toward the women, “I’m going to lock the door before half the city lines up.”
Yavara perched herself on a barstool, her hands resting between her legs on the front of the stool, her ass sticking outward and her back arched. She positioned Prestira in a similar manner on the barstool next to her. The first round of men came up and gave me twenty coins for each woman. They were the humans that had groped Yavara the day before, and they were giddy with excitement.
“Don’t go in dry now boys, you need to prime us until we’re ready.” Yavara said smiling as she turned her head backward to the men.
The two men dropped two their knees and spread the women open, spitting into their assholes. I saw a shudder move across Yavara’s body as one of the men ran his tongue down her taint. Prestira let out a moan once the other man stuck a finger into her ass, rotating as he drove in. When the men were done with their foreplay, they pressed their cocks to the women’s asses and pushed in. The crowd roared its approval as Yavara and Prestira cried out their pleasure in unison. The men were not gentle with the women, using them the way Yavara wanted to be used. The barstools shook as the two humans thrust into the elf and witch. Prestira’s knuckles whitened against the barstool as her virgin asshole was sodomized for the first time, Yavara projecting squeals of delight from the witch’s mouth as she felt her anal virginity taken again in another body.
The humans’ thrusts grew more powerful as they rose to new heights, Yavara’s man slapped her ass while he pumped into her, her cheeks jiggled as her flesh rippled from the blows. The elf cried out from each hit and pressed her ass backward to the man, encouraging his roughness. Prestira’s face bore Yavara’s expression of delight while her man drilled into her ass, her masochistic cries cutting through the cheering crowd. Yavara kept her back arched and leaned her upper body backward, her tits bouncing freely from the force of her penetration. She stretched her neck back and whispered “choke me” into her man’s ear. The man’s hands shot from her hips and wrapped around her neck, a whimper escaping from her lips as he squeezed. Prestira’s man reached around her and pulled down on her chain while he pulled up on her leash. Prestira’s eye shadow streaked down her cheeks at the man punished her.
The two men increased their pace to a frenetic one, the screams of the women filling the bar as the last strokes of the humans slammed into the elf and witch’s assholes. Yavara and Prestira’s faces were turning red from asphyxiation as the sexual violence took over them. With one final grunt the two men simultaneously unloaded into the women, eliciting a cry of pleasure from their slutty mouths. Both men pulled out and stretched the gaping women, allowing the crowd to see the cum dripping from women’s holes. The crowd cheered as Yavara and Prestira’s faces met in a slutty kiss, their tongues playing with each other outside of their mouths.
Two more men stepped up and pressed twenty pieces into my each. Yavara looked at herself in Prestira with a thrilled smile as the men entered where the other two had left. Prestira hunched her shoulders as her body was taken with the pain and pleasure, crying out as the man expanded her. Yavara was more exuberant about her penetration, resting her head or her man’s shoulder with her fingers locked behind his head, her back still arched and her ass still hanging off the back half of the barstool.
“You’re just the town cum dumpster, aren’t you Trish?” the man taunted into Yavara’s ear.
“That’s right big boy, fill this filthy dumpster up.” Yavara gasped as the man stretched her asshole.
Yavara’s man deformed her tits with his hands, gripping tightly enough to cause her flesh to protrude from between his fingers. Yavara cried out her pleasure in response, her tight rim stretching from her body as he pulled out. The elf tilted her head back and entangled tongues with the human, kissing him gratefully in reward for her defilement. Prestira bent over in ecstasy, her hands gripping the edge of the bar while her man plowed into her, screams of pleasure erupting from her lips. Prestira’s man hoisted his hands under the witch’s legs, bringing her off her stool as her ankles flew in the air. Strings of cum mixed with Prestira’s juices stretched from her before snapping as she was lifted from her seat.
“Hey John, bring Trish over here and let the ladies play with each other!” roared Prestira’s man.
John picked Yavara up by the thighs and brought the elf over to Prestira, pressing the women against each other. Their tits squished and distorted against one another while they cried their pleasure to the ceiling. A goblin ran over to John and handed him a double-sided dildo. John took the dildo and slid it into Yavara, evoking a moan of pleasure from the elf. Prestira’s man pushed the witch’s pelvis forward, forcing her to penetrate her cunt as the two women writhed in ecstasy. Yavara pulled down on Prestira’s chain as she locked lips with the possessed witch, their mouths devouring each other while the men forced them to penetrate one another.
Hey Zander, what are the chances Prestira loses her shit if I let her go?
High. I do not recommend it, she’s probably boiling over in anger in that head of hers.
I’ll ask her. Hey Prestira, if I give you back control of your body, are you going to be a party pooper?
I don’t know what Zander’s talking about; I'm the girl who fucked him in front of all my patrons, this just seems like the next logical step. Look at you, you little entrepreneur, selling a processed woman for coin. You know I want half the profits.
Of course. I’m going to keep partial control over you so that you can’t use your powers, you sure you won’t be mad?
This cock in my ass feels too good to be mad. And the way your hips grind that dildo into me…let me out so I can enjoy my body.
My my, Prestira. You turned into quite the little slut.
I learned from the best.
Prestira’s eyes quivered before coming back to life, greedy and hungry with pleasure. She wrapped her hands around the elf’s head and pressed herself closer, their kiss burning with passion. The two men leaned back and drove into the women with all their might, the speed of the girls’ anal penetration increasing as the dildo between them drove into their slits. The women dangled helplessly from the men as they were speared, their juices flowing down their cheeks and onto the floor. With a final growl the men emptied their balls into the women, semen leaking from their gaping assholes as they writhed in the air, screaming in ecstasy. The men placed the women back on their stools and gave them each an encouraging slap on the ass. Prestira giggled and locked her fingers with Yavara.
“This is so much fun!” Prestira said, her voice full of excitement.
“And there’s so many more cocks to go!” Yavara laughed, her eyes filled with equal exuberance.
Four more men walked up to me, each of them pressing 45 gold pieces into my hand.
“We want everything.” One of them said.
Prestira looked at Yavara with a broad smile, her body shaking in excitement. Yavara stood up and guided the witch her by the hand to the men.
“How do you want us?” Yavara asked, a coy smile stretched across her face.
“We want to fill Prestira air-tight while you watch with a cock in your ass.” One of them replied, “And we want to treat Prestira like the bitch she is.”
“Mmmmm, that’s sounds fun! Prestira! Get on your knees you little slut!” Yavara yelled at the witch. Prestira submissively got on her knees, her eyes full of vulnerability.
“That’s right,” Yavara said as she pressed her ass to one of the men, her hand reaching backward to play with his hair, “just a little whore ready to be filled, aren’t you Prestira?”
Prestira nodded obediently.
“Come here little slave,” Yavara said as she wrapped the leash around her hand, forcing Prestira to crawl to the elf, “come serve your masters.”
One of the men sat on Yavara’s stool before hoisting the elf onto his lap. Yavara moaned as the man slid his length into her and pulled her legs apart. One man grabbed Prestira by her chain and forced her upright, his cock prodding her lips. Prestira gazed up submissively at the man while she wrapped her lips around him. The man impatiently pulled Prestira to him, forcing a gag from her throat while his entire length drove down her esophagus. Another man positioned himself under Prestira and sunk his cock into her slit while the final man moved behind her and slowly drove his extensive organ into her ass. Prestira cried out around the man she was blowing as she took three cocks, the pain and pleasure in her eyes apparent from across the room. Yavara yanked the leash up, forcing Prestira’s neck high and her back to arch. Yavara settled onto her new throne while the man beneath her slowly drove into her ass, his impressive girth stretching the elf wide.
“You should see yourself, Prestira. You look so happy with those cocks in you. A little slut in her natural state. Drive into her harder men, your slave is getting complacent.” Yavara teased as Prestira was engulfed by her defilement.
“And you,” Yavara directed her attention to the man in her ass, “you need fuck me harder than this, or I’ll give you your money back and get someone else. You paid for everything, I want you to take everything.”
The man underneath Yavara did what she asked, lifting the elf up by her cheeks and pounding relentlessly into her gaping hole. Yavara’s eyes and mouth opened wide in shock at the man’s unexpected ferocity. Prestira squirmed in elation as her masters used her, their cocks protruding from every orifice. He eyes shadow streaked down the her cheeks as her punishment brought her to new heights. Yavara moaned and cried while her man pumped into her, one of her hands digging into her drenched cunt as the other played with her clit.
“That’s it boys, take that little bitch.” Yavara gasped as Prestira’s body convulsed with pleasure. The three men switched positions, rotating between Prestira’s ass, pussy and mouth. Every time they pulled out Prestira coughed in relief while her holes slowly contracted to their natural size, only for her mouth to be filled with the man that was just in her ass and her holes to be stretched wide again. Prestira’s eyes were bulging from their sockets with intensity as she was packed with cock. Her back arched while her hands tightly gripped the shoulders of the man below her, her gagged screams of lust escaping from around the cock that was ravaging her throat.
“Don’t let up on that little slut, she can’t stand for a second not to have every one of her holes filled.” Yavara moaned as her asshole stretched.
“You know what Trish,” one of the men said as he pulled out of Prestira’s mouth, “I’m sick of you telling us what to do.”
The man walked over to Yavara and yanked her hair back, eliciting an aroused giggle from the elf as she savored the sexual violence.
“Have I been a bad little girl? Do I need be your little slave too?” Yavara asked obediently, her eyes full of arousal, her teeth excitedly biting her lower lip. She removed her hand form her depths and spread her lips wide, revealing her oozing slit to the man.
“I think we need to put you in your place too, you little bitch.” The man pushed his cock into Yavara’s pussy and pulled her off the man fucking her ass. The man on the stool followed up with Yavara and pushed back in. Yavara hung helplessly in the air as the men sandwiched her, her cries growing more intense by the second as they drove into the slutty elf simultaneously. Yavara locked her legs around the man fucking her pussy as her head hung back, completely surrendering herself to their powerful thrusts.
Prestira’s strained voice cried out in ecstasy as her body was wracked with convulsions. The man below Prestira pulled down on her chain, her breasts stretching conically, causing a shot of pain and pleasure to shoot up the witch’s spine. Prestira arched her back and gasped, no sound coming from her twitching mouth as she ascended into orgasm. Yavara experienced a similar sensation while her men drove into her at a frenetic pace. Yavara let out a scream before the man fucking her ass silenced it with a firm grip on her mouth. Her eyes widened and twitched as her muffled screech escaped from between the man's fingers. Semen shot into both women as their orgasms peaked, the fluid leaking from their stuffed holes and onto the floor. The men withdrew from the defiled women and let them collapse on the floor. Prestira immediately lapped up the cum that had spilled from her, and one of the men pushed Yavara’s head to the floor and made her do the same.
Two orcs came up to me and pressed 45 gold pieces into my hand.
“Do you think you can handle them?” Yavara whispered to Prestira as they licked cum from the floor.
“There’s no way they’re fitting in my ass. You’re going to have to take one for the team.” Prestira whispered back as the orc approached. Yavara bit her lip in excitement as one of the orcs pulled her lower body up by the hips. The orc pressed his head to Yavara’s rim, pushing past her tight sphincter. Yavara moaned, her eyes closed, her brow furrowed, her face fixed in concentration. The orc pushed deeper. Yavara’s moans grew louder and higher until they were shrill screams. Her back slowly arched while he penetrated her, as if his cock was compelling her spine to curve with each inch. The other orc positioned himself at Yavara face and pushed his cock into her mouth. Yavara’s jaw was opened to capacity to accommodate his impressive girth. The orcs picked the elf up, her arms and legs dangling powerlessly in the air. Prestira watched in amazement as the elf took both cocks all the way into her. Six goblins came up to me and pressed their gold into my hands before walking over to the witch.
“How can I serve you little guys?” Prestira said lustfully as she crawled to the goblins.
“We’re here to serve you, Prestira.” Said one of them as his long, forked tongue descended from his mouth.
“Oooo, are you going to clean out my filthy holes?” Prestira asked, her shoulders pushed forward, pressing her breasts together as she seductively swayed her hips behind her.
Prestira brought her face to the goblin, who’s tongue wrapped around her own and pulled it from her mouth. Prestira gave the goblin an open-mouth smile while another goblin ran its long, thin tongue down her throat. The two goblins worked their way into her mouth and down her esophagus, writhing chaotically as they did so. Prestira turned over and laid on her back, the two goblins that were working her throat repositioning themselves onto her breasts. Two more goblins squatted in front of Prestira’s leaking slit while the last two lied down and drove their tongues into her gaping asshole. Prestira arched her back from the floor as the goblins tongues cork-screwed into her holes. I didn’t know how long a goblin’s tongue was, but it seemed to be endless. They continued to slide their slimy mouth-members into the witch, her moans of pleasure growing louder as they wetly probed her depths.
Yavara’s situation was less ideal than Prestira’s. Her eyes were rolled back into her head as the orcs’ powerful thrusts broke her in. Her anus was stretching every time the orc behind her withdrew, and her saliva was pouring down her chin from the orc violating her mouth, forcing pained gurgling sounds from her throat. The orc behind Yavara pulled his entire cock from the elf. A roar erupted from the crowd as Yavara’s anus came out with the cock, her prolapse forming a tight rose-bud as her insides constricted together outside of her. Yavara’s abdomen flexed and convulsed before her cunt squirted its approval all over the floor, causing an even greater cheer from the crowd as the elf was consumed by another orgasm.
Not to be outdone, Prestira beckoned her finger to the orc that had just laid waste to Yavara’s anus. The goblins that were propping the witch’s throat moved down and pushed their tongues into her ass and pussy alongside their brethren.
“Do you want me to finish you off, big boy?” Prestira said, licking her lips to the orc. The orc positioned himself behind Prestira’s head and forced it backward before cramming his girth into her mouth. Prestira’s jaw twitched trying to accommodate the orc, his thickness bulging from her neck as he descended her soft, wet throat. The orc forced his entire length down Prestira and withdrew, a pained gasp escaping from her lips just before he forced his way back in. Prestira’s hands gripped two of the goblin heads as their tongues cleaned her insides, their saliva dripping from her holes and mixing with her love juices. Yavara was on her knees and blowing the other orc, her rose-bud anus still fully prolapsed. With a final push the orc brought his hands behind Yavara’s head and forced it forward, her eyes wide open and twitching as he unloaded his seed into her belly. Prestira’s face bore a similar reaction while she thrashed on the floor. A noticeable bulge rapidly descended her throat as the orc finished off inside of her. The orc cruelly pinched the Prestira’s nose while he unloaded into her throat, causing her face to turn red from the asphyxiation. Prestira violently thrust her hips upward and squirted her orgasm all over herself and the goblins, who withdrew their tongues from her holes and cleaned her fluid off her belly. The orc pulled out of Prestira, a flow of cum leaking from her lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her lungs greedily took in the air.
Ten dwarves pressed ten gold pieces into my hand each.
“You fuckers are so goddamn cheap.” Brock grunted at the dwarves as they formed two single-file lines in front of the women.
What dwarves lacked in length they made up with girth, as the two females’ mouths struggled to wrap around their cocks. Prestira was more efficient with her blow jobs than Yavara, filling her mouth with dwarf cum at twice the rate of the elf.
“You need to catch up, Trisha.” Prestira teased as she wrapped her fingers around another dwarf and pulled him to her mouth.
Yavara’s eyes rolled up in pleasure as her dwarf finished in her mouth, a few drips of his cum descending from her nostrils. “I like to savor my food when I eat it.” She smiled back at Prestira, who laughed at the site of the elf leaking semen from her nose.
The dwarves congratulated each other as they finished, joining the spectators and cheering on their comrades. Prestira finished off her last dwarf and crawled over to Yavara to assist her. The two women ran their tongues down the dwarf’s cock, looking up at him with slutty expressions. The dwarf gripped the top the women’s heads as their soft tongues wrapped around his shaft and moved back and forth across his length. Yavara greedily took the dwarf into her mouth, Prestira giving the elf a jealous pouty face in response.
“Don’t be envious Prestira, there’s plenty of me to go around.” The dwarf laughed.
The dwarf pulled out of Yavara and shared his member with Prestira, who gratefully took him in, her eyes looking up, thankful for his gift. The dwarf alternating between the two girls before he finally pulled out and showered them with his cum, Yavara and Prestira laughing in delight as they were covered.
I watched the spectacle with a frustrated erection as my pockets weighed down with more and more coin. A few hours passed before there was only one patron left in the bar, and she seemed more interested in her drink than the debauchery that laid before her.
“Mmmm, I don’t think this ass is ever going back to normal, Trisha.” Prestira moaned as she licked the cum from Yavara’s rosebud anus. “I’ve never seen an asshole turned inside out like this before, does it feel good to have my tongue on it?”
“So good.” Yavara groaned, her head resting on the back of her hands as she lay on her stomach. “You were amazing today Prestira, it was so cute to see you explore yourself in these ways.”
Prestira laughed as her tongue worked the pedals of Yavara’s outturned asshole. “You were the amazing one, Trish. I thought that orc was going to break you in half, but you took him all the way in.”
“He was so good. I could feel him pressing so deep into me.” Yavara shuttered in pleasure at the memory.
Prestira giggled as she pushed Yavara’s anus back into the elf’s body. “God you’re such a slut, Yavara.”
I stopped the arrow inches from Prestira’s face as Brock crashed into the assailant. Yavara and Prestira bolted upright at the sound. Brock wrestled with the attacker before finally subduing her on the table and ripping off her hood. It was an elven ranger. Her white-blonde hair was in a braided pony tail, and her skin was as pale as the moon. Her blue eyes stared daggers into me as Brock pressed down on her body. Yavara stood up from the floor, her face contorted in shock.
“Elena?”
PLOT POINTS
Yavara learns to defend against telepathic attacks.
Yavara possesses Prestira and sells her out as a whore to her patrons. Yavara joins in, of course.
Elena shoots an arrow at Prestira when she realizes "Patricia" is just Yavara in disguise.
