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(Earthdawn) Persephone's Diadem

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Rahl grinned broadly, baring jagged yellow teeth and well polished tusks. One big gray hand lifted Yaiil's right breast and squeezed the silky melon while rolling it. She found her left breast seized from the side and caressed in a soft of milking gesture. She'd never been caressed by such big hands before! The orc's gnarled thumb turned to roll her nipple as he 'milked'.

The green ork laughed uproariously at Yaiil's feeble attempt to delay her ravishment. “Why wait?” he replied. “Are you afraid your friend is watching?”

Rahl snorted and sank into a crouch. “Let's give him an eyeful, then.” The gray orc jerked Yaiil's belt loose and tugged her trousers down around her ankles. Looking up into her eyes from between her globes, Rahl slipped two finger's between her thighs and teased at her petals. “Let's see if you're ready for us yet...”
 
She would be soon, Yaiil knew. There was still Gorm's hand, reaching around under her left arm pit, treating her breast like a cow's teat. Sadly Rahl had to let goof her other, feeling its weight settle into his large palm had felt nice as well. Has she just thought 'sadly'? Well, this was not too different from how she felt whenever Geralt had his way with her, and the latter she definitely liked. She found no reason to pretend otherwise now.

Between her legs moisture was starting to form, her intimate folds responding readily tothe orc's teasing. Vendar, yes, that one was out there still. What would he think of her once he saw her like that? Yaiil found that she did not care. If her having sex was abhorrent to him, they were no good team mates after all.

"But what ..." she asked back as she bent forward lightly to better watch what Rahl was doing, in the process pressing her globe into Gorm's grip "... if some random travellers spot us and think they have to save me? I would hate to be interrupted now ..."
 
Gorm snickered as his attention to her breast got firmer, harder. "Then I hope they'll bring another girl to join in the party once we've done away with the men," he snerked. The orc nipped at her throat . He didn't quite trust her enouh yet to release both hands, but he moved his free hand to attend to her other breast.

Rahl gave a lusty snarl as he crouched a little lower, then lifted Yaiil beneath the knees and threw her legs over his shoulders. "A little bit wetter is best, I think," he rumbled, pale skin takign on a graphite blush of pleasure. This orc's tongue raked up Yaiil's petals in a long, stern stroke..

Again...

And again...

Each time he moved decisevely from channel to clit, knowing what he wanted to taste. Knowing what he wanted her to feel. knowing how he wanted her to respond.

When he'd had a good drink of the elf girl's growing arousal, the orc plunged his tongue down her channel and pumped up and down.

Gorm gave a pleased growl and nippled on YAiil's ear. "Kiss me, and I'll release your hand."
 
Yaiil shivered the moment she felt Rahl's tongue on her most sensitive spot, running along with deliberate slowness. Reflexively her thighs thightened around his neck, and she had to think back to Geralt again. He had tried the same on her once. He had heard somewhere that women liked to be pleased this way, so he wanted to do her a favor. Well, it was nice enough and all, but he found the taste required getting used to, and she liked his dick inside her better, so they never tried that again. Her recollection proved accurate once again. While his rough orc tongue did serve to stimulate her further, it was overshadowed in intensity by the memories of her rutting with the old farmer yesterday.

Gorm on the other hand ... his breath ... stank rotten. No, she would not kiss him if she could help it. Instead she quickly jerked her face away in the opposite direction.
 
Rahl gave a frustrated grunt when Yaiil didn't drip as fast as he was hoping. The orc gave an angry rumble, he was very hot for her. Surely she was wet enough already.

Suddenly Yaiil thrashed over him. The gray ork looked up to find she was jerking away from the green. Gorm gave a grunt of frustration and spat to the side. “Feh! Rahl, stop being so nice to this wench and get on with it. I want my turn.”

Rahl gave a deep rumble and rose. For a few moments, Yaiil was moved about in the air. Then she found her feet on the ground and chest pressed against smooth, cool stone. Rahl jerked his trousers open and pushed them down enough for his graphite colored pillar of flesh to spring free, then he squatted a little and worked to line himself up with her channel...

The orc gave a satisfied growl when he managed to get in position. He pressed the head inside—his thick member spreading her at least as wide as Geralt's ever had...

Then he thrust in hard!
 
Yaiil moaned out loudly as she was shoved forward, her frail form lifted a few inches and her bare skin pressed against the rough stony texture of the huge bolder in front of her. Her massive breasts were squeezed in between her own chest and the cold stone, welling out on both sides as her hands blindly grabbed around for something to hold onto, finding a small outcropping each. Thankfully she had been quick enough to turn her ace to the right as well, to avoid having her nose flattened on impact.

She felt so full, so stretched now. That orc was bigger than Geralt, for sure, and part of her mused that there are worse fates that being stuffed like this every night. Maybe being an orc prisoner was not such a bad fate after all?
 
“Rrrrrrr...” Rhal rumbled as he drew back—almost pulling out of her completely...

Then thrust in hard!

“So tight!” the orc gasped, pulling back again...

Then thrusting up into her hard!

Leaning close as his hips began to buck through a series of powerful thrusts, rolling her pancaked breasts again the chill stone, Rhal taunted, “I don't think there's ever been anyone as big as me inside of you before...”

Thrust!

Thrust!

Thrust!
 
"That's ... right ..." Yaiil managed to press out during the short breaks she was granted between the orc ramming his huge meat into her.

Darn was that crude and rough.

Darn did that feel good.

How he stretched her to the limit, occupying her completely. How his heavy hairy balls slapped against her sensitive folds whenever he rammed himself into her. That relentless assault of sensual impressions was too much, the young elf could not help herself, and broke into a series of uncontrolled moans. Seeing her this way, how she was used by the orc as mere fuckmeat, noone would have thought her a capable warrior.

And her arousal was climbing rapidly...
 
“You're dripping,” the ork taunted, driving up hard into Yaiil so that she was half lifted off of her feet with each thrust. “I can feel your girl-cum bathing me. You're starting to drip down my balls. Can you feel it on your thighs?”

The brutish bandit squeezed his eyes shut with a sharp gasp. His taunting gave way to short, sharp grunts in time to his hard thrusts!

* * *

Vendar was starting to sweat...

He'd never really trusted in his own capacity for cunning. He kept telling himself he was certain the elf girl had really intended for him too back away rather than assail the orcs with staff and spell, but...

Uncertain of what to do, he'd made his way carefully a few paces down the hill, and then worked his way along the unstable terrain 'til he was lined up with Yaiil's position again. From there, he'd crept up a rise 'til he could see what was going on...

That beautiful, sleek elf was every bit as magnificent in the nude as he'd imagined. He'd watched her stripped and molested by the two orcs. He had spells in his matrices, ready to vengefully strike down these monsters should she scream for him, but she didn't...

Vendar was beginning to blush, too, from his cheeks all the way up his balding pate. Now he watched from the side as Rhal rutted into the elf girl, his gray pillar thrusting into her petals as her body was thrust up and down a pillar of cool stone. Her beautiful breasts rolling up and down the stone as the ork's balls slapped into her thighs.
 
Yaiil at the moment cared little for the orc's taunting or the flow of her love juices. Almost all of her sensory awareness was focussed on that slab of hard orc meat relentlessly impaling her, how it stretched her soft inner walls, how it grazed along them in its eager forays into her, and how that casued her arousal to soar upwards ... further .... further ... climax!

Her orgasm hit her with full force. Her slender hands clamped around what little handholds they had found on the uneven stone, and her inner walls rippled along the invading gray genital with erratic force, subconsciously milking it as she rode the waves of bliss, prolonged by Rahls continued rutting.
 
“Yes!” Rhal growled as he felt Yaiil's quivering body surrender fully to his vigorous assault.

“Yes!” the gray ork roared out when her hot girl-cum bathed his fleshy rod.

He drilled into her through her gushing, again and again and again. Through those thrusts, his manly pillar seemed to grow even thicker and harder!

And then hot, gooey seed exploded deep inside her womb!

The orc's muscles bulged beneath his leathers as he roared out in ecstasy, his seed gushing again and again and again!
 
Yaiil hung limply against the rock, her knees feeling wobbly and weak in the aftermath of her own climax, barely holding on with the grip of her hands as her weight was pressed against the rough stone which thankfully sloped away from her slightly, small edges and protrusions grazing against the soft skin of her stomach and her breasts.

It had been a relief when the orc had finally come to an end as well, his warm seed flooding her and painting her interior walls. It felt pleasant, just like with Geralt, a confirmation that she had done well. She also appreciated the break her lithe frame would get now, however brief, before being pounded again.

"You ... will do this to me every day now?" she asked meekly, between heavy breaths.
 
The orc's pillar softened but was still thick inside of her as he pulled her a few paces back from the stone. One grey fist in her yellow tresses now, the ork turned Yaiil's head to the side and made her look up at him. "Ever day and every night," he replied in a possesive growl before seizing her lips with his own.

After several moments of lips locked and tongues wrestling, Rhal was starting to grow hard again. Gorm's big green fist clapped heavily down on his sheild brother's shoulder. He rumbled out something in Or'zet, and Rhal growled at him before pulling out of Yaiil and pushing her into Gorm's arms.

Yaiil could see the jealousy flaring in the gray orc's eyes.
 
So Rahl was jealos? That was ... interesting, though for the moment Yaiil had not the muse to think about how she could capitalize on that.

With her pants still around her ankles Yaiil had to struggle to not drop to the ground after that push, but there was Gorm's spread arms, ready to embrace her. Instinctively she pulled up her own arms, fists close to her chin, lower arms covering her breasts as the green skinned orc pulled her close. She still had Rahl's bad taste in her mouth, and she would want leverage to prevent the same occurring from Gorm.

Finally in his grip she looked up warily, and as she did she felt how Rahl's seed was beginning to leak out of her and starting to run down the inside of her left thigh.
 
Gorm grabbed the buxom girl's arms. As he shoved her to the ground, he pulled her arms away from her breasts and pinned them over her head.

The green orc stole a kiss from her, hot and heavy, ending with a nip on her lower lip from his tusks--almost too painful.

Then he claimed a big, taut, rosy nipple and sucked at it hard, lashing her turgid nub with the heat of his tongue. For a moment, he relased one of Yaiil's wrists, just long enough to jerk her pants off of her right ankle, leaving them bundled around the left calf. Then he siezed her wrist again.

She felt his manhood pressing deep inside of her--not so long as the other orc, but actual thicker! Gorm looked up into her eyes as he claimed her.
 
Yaiil arched her back upwards, her breasts pushed further into Gorm's face as she was penetrated for the second time today. The green skinned orc's firm grip fixating her felt so wrong ... and so right. Something was definitely not okay with her, but she did not mind at the moment.

She barely noticed the small stones and twigs on the ground pressing into her bare backside, and neither did she bother to struggle in her hold anymore. Instead her lustful groan demanded more.
 
A hungry rumble welled out of the depths of Gorm's barel chest as his thickness stroked steadily up and down Yail's channel. He released her breast and loomed over her, grunting with each powerful thrust! The orc was flushed with pleasure at the girl's surender. His emerald skin was oiled in sweat, and his muscles rippled and bulged.

It wasn't long before Gorm's beady eyes dropped to Yaiil's massive globes as they rocked and giggled with the force of his thrusts. His grunts came loud and hard and fast, like his strokes.

* * *

Vendar gave a lusty groan. his own manhood strained as he watched Yaiil--side on now. The lithe elf girl's huge bossom rocking and jiggling. Her back arching. The wizard gave a hungry groan of need and clenched his teeth shut. Something very primal in his screamed at him to strike down both orcs and make Yaiil his own just as they had...
 
Yaiil could not help it, being fucked that powerfully her pleasure was mounting rapidly again despite her recent release. Those rued orcs took her just the right way, it seemed. And so it was not long before the slender elf arched her toned frame again in the green skinned orc's grip as she experienced another explosion of pleasure that haused her whole body going taut, accompanied by another exspecially long and drawn out groan.
 
Gorm's eyes didn't leave her breasts until a few seconds into her release. Only then did the green bandit throw back his head and roar like the lion who's skin he roared as his hot, sticky seed gushed into Yaiil in a great torent.

After what seemed an eternity of bliss, Gorm colapsed on top of Yaiil, graping for breath. he nibbled on her throat, a gesture both affectionate and possesive.

Rahl grunted at his friend in orzet and the toher orc nodded. He pulled his still thick manhood out of the elfmaid and closed the golden furred hide armor over it. with a wicked chuckle, Rahl scooped Yaiil up and tossed her over one shoulder, then the two carried her off into the mountains, leaving everything she owned behind save for her boots and pants--and those were still hanging from one ankle.

When they were gone, Vendar quietly scrambled up to the road. He gathered YAiil's clothes--what was left of them--and stuffed them into his pack. Then the greying mage hefted Yaiil's sword. He studdied it with his astral sight, nodded with conviction, and headed off after them.
 
By the time Yaiil came back from her post orgasmic bliss she already felt Rahl's shoulder press into her flat stomach with every step the orc took. Her breasts, hanging upside down now, rubbed against the back of his armor, and her arms dangled loosely downwards.

She also was aware how the combined seed of the two was beginning to find its way out of her, trickling onto Rahl who did not seem to notice or to mind. Or both. Still, being thrown over the man's shoulder became increasingly uncomfortable the longer their march took.

So finally, raising her head to look at Gorm who was taking up the rear, she finally spoke with mild annoyance "You know, I can walk on my own..."
 
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The white ash orc boomed out laughing at Yaii'l's complaint. His chest shook for a moment. Then he sat her down on her feet, grabbed her hair, and forced a kiss onto her lips with a heady growl.

“You can still walk after all that, girl? You're even stronger than you look. Perhaps i'll breed you...”

He snickered then pointed down the right fork, “it's that way. Heegle's group stole a flock of sheep yesterday. The mutton should be fresh by nightfall.”

Still speaking Throalic, the green orc chuckled, “Is that stupid kid still on hunting duty, Rahl? Challenging Jerek was a huge mistake, but it is fun to watch him fume!”
 
Good luck with trying to breed. Yaiil knew that was not going to happen, and the thought about the orcs minor ignorance made her smile as she bowed down to slide her second foot into her pants again and slowly began to pull them up. She did feel slightly tender between her legs, sure, but in a good way. And she most certainly could still walk.

The bit of conversation she overheard, though. They are challenging their leader?

When she finally straightened herself up to full height again, closing her belt buckle, she casually asked. "That happens a lot, your leader getting challenged? He's that unpopular?"

And already she turned onto the path in the indicated direction.
 
"Not unpopular," Rahl replied, shaking his head. Orcs weren't particularly pleased with deception. He'd lie to her with a lot more shame than he'd tell her flat out he was going to rape and ensalve her. "Jerek lieks us to keep him on his toes. Keeps him strong. It gives us reason to grow stronger, knowing we can honorably challenge him for his position."
 
"Oh, so everyone can challenge your leader? And the winner is the new boss?" Better curb her enthusiasm, lest she give away her true thoughts and intentions. This could turn into a rather elegant solution to the bandit problem.

Yaiil took her first steps down the right path, though a very astute observer would notice that she placed her feet with care, as if walking on eggs, still sensitive between her legs from the rigorous pounding she had received.
 
"That's right," the orc replied. It didn't cross his mind that she might be a contender for that spot after how quicky she'd surendered to them. And the old man who'd been with her? Shee-ah! What a joke. He hadn't even drawn his sword, and the walking stick was too pretty to be a vaugley serious weapon.

Neither of the orcs seemed to notice her ginger steps. indeed her new 'master' reached out to massage the back of her neck with one strong hand, surpisingly deft and soothing after the pounding he'd given her.

"It's Yaiil, right girl?" inquired. "What are you good at besides satisfying men and walking home on your own two feet?"

The other ork snickered softly at the question.
 
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