Chapter 15 - Dayna
The orc village was a flurry of activity upon Dayna’s awakening. Orcs jogged to and fro, gathering supplies and weaponry, while Grotag and Kami directed the proceedings with bellows and curt gestures. The greenskin siblings seemed to be in a black mood, and when the elf approached them to say her farewells, she quickly found out why. With much cursing, Grotag explained that the elven thief, Pointer, had somehow managed to escape during the night. With the village preparing to march, only a few orcs were available to comb the nearby jungle for his trail and the new chief had little hope of finding the lean rogue before he made good his flight.
The news didn’t bother Dayna that much, but she noticed Mila, who had joined the conversing group, stifle a small, wry grin. Nevertheless, the mage offered her commiserations to Grotag and Kami before leaving the orcs to their preparations and making her way out of the village and a short way into the jungle to summon the nightmare Aelsetur. By the time she found a suitable clearing for the summoning, far enough away from the village such that the appearance of a demon the size of Aelsetur would not cause concern to the tribe, Dayna was sweating, despite the relative cool of the early morning air. She knew the equine-featured demon would demand payment in return for carrying her back to Drasich, and her stomach turned somersaults while her quim juiced itself in anticipation.
“Boss,” drawled Gomp from beside the young mage, “I can smell your cunt sauce from here.”
“Shut up,” snapped Dayna.
Valiantly struggling to maintain her composure, Dayna placed the figurine on the ground before her and pushed her will out to it.
Nothing happened.
Once more, Dayna gathered her will and forced it towards the artifact, but, again, the result was naught. “Shit!” groaned the sorcerer. “Why won’t it work?” Her stomach knotted with worry. Perhaps the artifact had been single use. The elf swore loudly again.
“What’s wrong?” said a voice from behind her. It was the orc Mila. The greenskin was garbed in a chain shirt with the baldric holding her large sword slung over one shoulder. She had a collection of equipment, tack, harness and what looked like a strange saddle tucked under one muscled arm.
Feeling a blush of embarrassment climbing up her neck, Dayna turned to face the orc woman. “The artifact I was going to use doesn’t seem to be working.”
“What do you mean?” said Mila as she dropped her burden and wandered over and looked at the small statue resting on the dirt.
“It’s a magical steed,” explained Dayna. Gomp guffawed behind her. “I think it’s out of charges, though.”
“Can’t you just snap your fingers and teleport or something?”
“It doesn’t work like that,” sighed the wizard. “It takes about the same amount of energy to teleport myself that distance as would to walk it, and if my calculations were even a tiny bit off, I’d probably end up stuck in a wall or buried in the ground.”
“Huh,” exclaimed the orc. “Didn’t realise it was so finicky.”
“Yep,” said Dayna, slumping to the ground in disappointment. “I guess I’ll be walking with the tribe.” A month or more to get back to the university seemed like an eternity - the elf could not keep the worry from her voice as she realised the head-start Kalliya would have.
“Well, I don’t have a magic horse or anything, but I may be able to help,” consoled Mila before raising her fingers to her lips and whistling loudly.
Dayna was just about to ask her what she was talking about when she heard a rustling in the jungle underbrush that steadily grew in volume. Suddenly, a huge, wolf-like creature came bounding out of the foliage. The fearsome beast leaped over the seated sorcerer to collide with a thud against the orc. Dayna scrambled to her feet quickly, readying a spell in her mind, but as she spun to face the creature she was greeted by the sight of Mila on her back, the immense canine pinning her against the jungle ground. Instead of ripping into her with its teeth, however, the behemoth was slobbering all over her face with a huge pink tongue, tail wagging furiously.
Mila was laughing from her position underneath the giant wolf. “Yes, it’s good to see you too, old boy,” the orc managed to say between chuckles. Scrunching her face and turning her head to avoid the worst of the tongue lashing she was getting, Mila introduced Dayna to her warg. “Dayna, I’d like you to meet Alagar. Alagar, this is Dayna.”
Dayna stood there, mouth gaping, as the warg ceased his enthusiastic greeting and turned to face her. With a slow movement, the huge beast stepped over to the mage until his muzzle was inches from her face and sniffed deeply before sitting back on his haunches and inclining his head.
“He’ll understand what you say,” explained Mila, picking herself up off the leaf litter, “so try not to make fun of the mangy furball.”
“Uh, pleased to meet you,” said Dayna to the intelligent canine.
Mila continued, “Seeing as you’re not exactly a hefty gal, I think he should be able to carry us both a bit faster than we could walk to Drasich. I’m not sure he can carry your imp as well, though.”
“That’s alright,” shrugged Dayna. “I know a spell that can send him to a pocket dimension for the time being.”
“Awww, c’mon boss!” complained the wee demon. “It’s fucking boring in there!”
“Sorry Gomp,” said the mage. “It’ll only be for a short time. I’ll let you out when we stop to camp.”
“Fine,” sighed the small creature, “but you owe me for this!” he added, licking his lips while eying the elf’s trim figure.
Dayna cast a glance over at Mila, knowing exactly what kind of recompense the lecherous imp would demand. “Alright,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “You little shit. Fine. Deal.”
Gomp was cackling with glee as Dayna concentrated and wove the spell that opened a small portal to the pocket plane. With a last leering look at his ostensible master, the imp stepped through the portal, which snapped shut behind him with an electrical crackle and a whiff of ozone.
“You let him talk to you like that?” asked Mila after watching the imp vanish. “I thought he was your slave or servant.”
Dayna shook her head. “Oh no, it’s not like that. Think of it more like a partnership. Demons can’t maintain their presence on our plane of existence for very long without tethering themselves to someone or something that has a lot of magical energy. In exchange for allowing him to tether to me, he agreed to be my familiar. I didn’t realise what a dirty little bastard he was until after we’d made the deal, but he kinda grows on you after a while, a bit like mold on cheese, though.”
“But why would he want to come here in the first place? Don’t demons want to harvest souls or something?” asked the orc.
“Well, sort of,” explained Dayna. “Demons are essentially immortal and gain in power and stature by the acquisition of souls, but life in the outer realms isn’t an easy existence. Most are obliged to serve more powerful demons and don’t have access to the power required to enter our world to gain souls in the first place. By being my familiar, Gomp can essentially ‘bank’ the energy he gains from me until he’ll be able to travel between the planes under his own power, although that won’t be for a very, very long time.”
“So he’s draining energy from you?”
“It’s not like you probably think it is,” said the mage. “Living things replenish their magicka in the same way they’d replenish their stamina - eating, drinking, sleeping, all that kind of stuff restores the energy that magic uses. A familiar siphons off a small amount, some of which they use to maintain their presence in the world, and some of which they can store for later use. And, because they’re beings composed almost entirely of magic, a mage with a familiar can use them as a sort of amplifier for spells, if they need to.”
“Huh,” snorted the greenskin. “Seems a lot more complicated than I thought it was.”
“That’s why the university exists. Maybe you can sit in on a few classes once we get to Drasich.”
Mila laughed. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to being a sword for hire. Not sure I’ve got the head for all this plane and power stuff.”
As they chatted, Mila fitted the saddle to Alagar’s back and stashed her gear in a couple of saddlebags before mounting up. She turned to the mage and indicated a position just behind the leather saddle she was seated upon. With some apprehension, the elf climbed upon the back of the black furred behemoth and gripped the cantle of Mila’s saddle, trying not to squeeze her legs around the huge beast’s ribs too strongly - not for fear of damaging the warg, but to avoid the inevitable muscle ache such a posture was sure to result in. Once she was as comfortably seated as was possible, Dayna felt the massive muscles beneath the giant wolf’s fur contract and soon the jungle was zipping past with speed that would have been astonishing if not for her recent journey upon a demonic steed. They travelled quickly, Alagar seemingly untroubled by the addition of the slight elf to his usual burden, stopping briefly at midday for a rest and something to drink and eat.
While they rode, the elf and the orc conversed. Dayna was more than a little amazed at the orc’s candour when the greenskin told her of the tragedy that had befallen her tribe and had led to her taking up the life of a sellsword and occasional prostitute. The mage felt somewhat self conscious of her own privileged upbringing, but she, in turn, told the orc of her childhood as the daughter of a well to do elven family from the western coast - her mother, a powerful elementalist, and her father, a merchant prince with a fleet of trading ships based in Ceres Bay - and her decision to study conjuration and demonology at the university in Drasich.
Despite the drastic differences in their histories, Dayna found the orc easy to talk to and the two soon found themselves laughing together at some of the wilder stories Mila shared of her time whoring at the Ogre’s Drum or adventuring across the northlands. The orc seemed equally enthralled by Dayna’s stories of student antics at the university and journeys to the demonic realms. Their amicable chatter, combined with Alagar’s rapid pace, caused the miles to vanish speedily behind them and soon the light under the jungle canopy carried a blue-grey cast with the onset of dusk.
“This looks as good a place as any for camp” said Mila as Alagar trotted to a halt in a grassy clearing.
Dayna slid slowly from the warg’s back and paced, stretching her legs with every sign of relief. Behind her, Mila dismounted as well and unbuckled the tack and harness from her faithful steed before giving him a scratch behind the ears. Alagar growled happily.
“So… um… weird question for you,” said Mila cautiously as they began setting camp. “That, uh, curse that you removed from me - it’s gone for good, right?”
Dayna glanced up from where she’d been starting the fire. “Well, there may be some, err, lasting side effects. Why?”
“Well, if I’m being perfectly honest with you, I am fucking horny as hells,” admitted the orc, blushing slightly.
“I’d wondered about that,” conceded Dayna as the campfire sparked to life before her. “I had a similar spell cast on me, not too long ago, and I have to admit the side effects were similar.”
“Huh, so I’m not the only one craving something between their legs,” said Mila, grinning. “Shame we left a village full of handsome orcs behind, eh?”
Dayna couldn’t suppress her own cheeky smile. “Well,” she replied, “I can guess what Gomp’s going to want after being shut in a pocket plane for the day.”
Mila arched an eyebrow. “You let that little guy, um, have his way with you?”
“He’s, um, not that little,” replied Dayna, “but yeah. He’s kind of got a one track mind when it comes to payment for services rendered. I know he’s a demon and all, but, like I said, he’s kind of my partner. I hope you don’t think that’s too off-putting”
The orc shrugged amicably. “It’s all good,” she said. “I get it - partners can be pretty close.”
“Speaking of partners, I guess I should let him out. He’s been cooped up in there long enough.”
Dayna focused and cast the spell to open the pocket plane and a moment later Gomp stepped out of the ether, yawning widely and stretching his little limbs. Upon seeing his master, the tiny demon swished his spaded tail through the air and leered. His cock swung half-erect between his legs and the imp tugged it casually as he started to speak. “Alright boss, take off them clothes. A little exercise should help me get some feeling back in my legs.”
Mila laughed. “You were right, he’s a proper dirty little shit.”
“Hey! You’re one to talk, you oversized goblin! I can smell your cunt from over here!” snapped Gomp. “Maybe if you ask nice enough I’ll take you for a ride after I’m done with Dayna.”
“Be nice, Gomp,” growled Dayna, “or I’ll put you back in there!”
“It’s alright,” said Mila, still chuckling. “I started it. I’ll, uh, go patrol the perimeter and refill our waterskins.”
Gomp hadn’t stopped stroking his shaft as the conversation had progressed and the red skinned slab of meat was rampantly erect as he watched Mila wander away from the camp with Alagar trailing behind her. Once the orc had disappeared into the trees, the wee demon marched up to Dayna and gave her ass a firm squeeze. “Alright! Enough talk, let’s fuck!”
“Alright, alright,” acquiesced the mage, peeling off her robes and hose to reveal her pale skinned, trim form. Despite her recalcitrant tone, the wetness between her thighs betrayed how much Dayna was looking forward to a proper rutting. Once she had disrobed, the mage lay on her back and spread her legs for her randy familiar. “Go on then, mount up.”
“Don’t mind if I do, boss,” grinned Gomp as he sauntered over to Dayna, kneeled between her legs and slapped his hefty organ on her mons. After rubbing the swollen member against her clit a few times, the small creature bent at the waist and moaned in delight as he pushed the crown of his cock into the warm, wet confines of Dayna’s cunt. “Oh shit, boss,” exclaimed Gomp as the mage’s hungry quim engulfed his turgid shaft, “I’ll never get tired of that!”
“Dammit Gomp, just shut up and fuck me,” sighed Dayna, half in exasperation at the imp’s ceaseless chatter and half in delight at the sensation of his girthy, hot penis sliding into her needy pussy.
Unwilling to push his luck too far, the tiny familiar clamped his mouth shut and began to pump his hips rhythmically, while reaching out to grope and squeeze Dayna’s pert breasts. Soon the clearing was filled with the wet slurping sound of his oversized schlong pistoning in and out of his master’s dripping fuck-hole. As her cunt was bred, Dayna closed her eyes and focused on the exquisite sensation of her building climax.
“You think she’ll let me fuck her after she’s let her wolfy have a turn?” Unfortunately, true to form, the little demon couldn’t stay quiet for long, and his crude question brought out Dayna of her coital bliss.
“What?”
Gomp continued leisurely humping away at Dayna’s cunt as he repeated his question. “You think the orc will want a bit of demon cock after she’s let the warg knot her? I’d love to have another go, maybe try that big green ass of hers a bit.”
Dayna’s long, auburn hair was plastered to her neck and forehead, the humid heat of the jungle combining with the imp’s vigorous pounding of her desperate cunt having brought a sheen of sweat to her skin. She flicked her head, tossing her bedraggled locks out of the way as she looked up at her chatty familiar. “I’m sure they’re doing nothing of the sort.”
Even as she spoke, however, Dayna’s lust driven brain conjured up the image of the huge, ferocious yet intelligent canine hunched over a female form, his massive, knotted shaft stuffed into a gushing cunt. Yet the warg’s mate was no orc - instead, her fevered imagination had replaced Mila’s muscled form with her own petite body. Dayna’s body shivered with lust and her pussy clenched around the engorged imp cock plugging it.
“Damn, boss, I felt that!” groaned Gomp, his small, clawed hands clamping down hard on the elf’s nubile tits. Gripping her jiggling bosom hard, the imp picked up his pace and leaned into Dayna’s prostrate body. His seed-heavy balls swung and his pelvis smacked noisily against her as he began fucking her in earnest.
Dayna screwed her eyes shut once more and gnawed on her bottom lip as her orgasm came roiling upwards through her lust-wracked body. With her tits being cruelly teased and her long, slender legs spread skyward, she could only manage a shuddering moan. “Mmmmm gonnnna cummmm…”
“Oh fuck yeah, boss!” agreed Gomp, through gritted teeth. “Clench that elf cunt on my cock!”
The mage’s body responded instinctively, her quim exerting a vice-like grip upon the veiny, brick red phallus entombed within it as she tried to milk the seed from it. Her efforts were rewarded moments later when a sudden gush of boiling hot cum spurted into her yearning cock-hole, quickly filling the over-stuffed orifice until sloppy rivulets of imp jism squirted from where her cunt-lips were stretched around Gomp’s throbbing organ. The imp collapsed over Dayna’s sweat shined boobs, his hips still pumping weakly as he unloaded a veritable pitcher’s worth of cum into the pleasure dazed elf.
The imp remained slumped atop the mage for a few minutes as the last of his seed pumped into her before he rolled off, his cock producing an obscene *schlop* as it slid from the tight confines of Dayna’s well-fucked quim, followed quickly by a river of pearly white liquid. “Sheeeeit,” exclaimed Gomp as he flopped to the ground beside his panting master. “A fuck like that almost makes being stuck in a gods damned pocket plane all day worth it.”
By the time Mila and Alagar returned to the camp, Dayna had redressed and had managed to bludgeon her hair into some semblance of order. While trying to avoid looking like she was staring, the elf noticed that her orc companion seemed rather relaxed upon her return, and the sensation of a heavy, furred body pressing against her elven skin flitted through her mind before she was able to push the debauched thought away. For her part, Mila simply flashed a quick, toothy grin at the mage before plonking herself down by the fire and launching into another mayhem filled tale of adventure in the mountains.
The next day passed in similar fashion to the first. Gomp had agreed to be transported within the pocket plane in exchange for another favour from Dayna, and the elf and orc had made good time once more, zipping through the jungle, carried by Alagar at an incredible pace. As she clung to the warg’s fur, Dayna’s imagination was haunted by the lecherous thoughts her familiar’s conversation from the previous day had borne, and, between her lingering fantasy and the orc’s casual stories of debauchery at the Ogre’s Drum, by the time they reached a suitable location to set up camp, Dayna’s cunt was hungering to be filled once more.
“I think we’ll reach the edge of the jungle by tomorrow evening,” said Mila as the two dismounted. “It’ll be good to get up into the mountains and out of this heat.”
“Uh, yeah,” agreed Dayna, her mind elsewhere.
“You going to let Gomp out of that dimension-thingy now?”
“Oh, right, yep,” said the elf.
Mila smiled at her knowingly. “I’ll just go for another walk then,” said the greenskin.
“Uh, yeah, uh about that,” murmured Dayna, trying to fight a smothering sensation of embarrassment as the germ of an idea grew in her mind. “You, uh, can, uh, stick around if you want.”
“Oh yeah?” said Mila, eyebrows raised.
“Um. Yeah,” mumbled the elf, a rosy flush creeping across her pale cheeks. “If you, uh, have an itch to scratch, I’m, uh, sure Gomp would be, uh, willing to help you out. He, um, may have mentioned something about that the other night.”
“Oh really?” said Mila. Not nearly as shy when it came to satisfying her cravings, Mila couldn’t help but chuckle at the elf’s awkward speech. “Gotta admit, I am a bit curious to feel what some imp dick would feel like when I’m not enslaved by some crazy magic. But what about you? I couldn’t possibly hog all the fun.”
“Well, I could just, uh, amuse myself, or something…” stammered Dayna, casting a furtive glance at Alagar that the orc couldn’t help but notice.
“Ha!” chortled the greenskin. “Well, you’ll have to ask him nicely, but are you sure? He’s a pretty big customer, if you know what I mean.”
Dayna thought of the menagerie of manhoods she had taken in the past few weeks. “I’m sure I can manage,” she countered, with returning confidence.
As the mage murmured the incantation to release Gomp from his confines, Mila turned to face the hulking warg. “So, whaddaya think, big boy? You up for taking our curious friend for a ride?”
The black furred beast huffed haughtily at the orc’s prodding tone and padded over to where Dayna was finishing her spell. As Gomp sauntered out of the dimensional gate, the big wolf stuck his broad muzzle between Dayna’s legs from behind and sniffed deeply. Mila chuckled loudly once more as Dayna gasped at the contact. “That’s a ‘sure, why not’ from Alagar,” said the orc from behind her wide smile.
Gomp’s jaw dropped open as he watched the two women strip off their clothes. “Aw shit yeah! Two at once!” exclaimed the small demon.
“Not quite,” interjected Mila, “You up for the task of pleasing me?”
“Duh, of course,” quipped the imp. “I’ll have you moaning in no time, you great big goblin. But what about yo…” Gomp’s words trailed off as he turned to see Dayna kneeling beside Alagar, her hand cupping the warg’s heavy, furred balls as his immense cock slid from its sheath.
“What?” snapped Dayna, staring back at her familiar. “A lady can’t be a little adventurous once in awhile?”
Gomp‘s face split into a broad smile. “Fuck yeah, boss!”
“Alright, imp,” interrupted Mila, now disrobed, “leave her alone and get over here and fuck me.”
The muscled greenskin then dropped down to her hands and knees and presented her ample buttocks to the horny demon. Dayna caressed Alagar’s weighty shaft, watching fascinated as it and the knot at its base swelled with arousal to monumental proportions as her randy familiar tore his gaze away from his master and slapped his behemoth tool between Mila’s round, green asscheeks. With a gleeful chortle, the red-skinned creature grabbed the bountiful arse before him, a cheek in each clawed hand, and smushed them together to engulf his swollen cock before beginning to thrust with obvious relish.
With an excited flutter growing in her stomach, Dayna shifted her position to mimic Mila’s, presenting her dripping cunny to the warg. As she braced herself for what was to come, she felt Alagar’s slobbery tongue snake between her thighs and slurp upwards between her asscheeks, covering her cunny and asshole with a sheen of sloppy saliva. She gasped loudly at the strange sensation and looked over her shoulder at the warg as he continued to probe her nethers with his amazingly long, wet tongue. Just as she felt she could take no more of the massive creature’s oral ministrations, she felt a sudden coolness on her pussy lips as the warg ceased lapping at her cunt and moved his hulking form above her, the fur of his chest brushing against her back. With a voice made low and hoarse with lust, the elf moaned as the black furred beast positioned himself over her and his slick, hot, pointed phallus prodded at the folds of her cunt. The massive shaft steadily oozed pre-cum that unnecessarily lubricated the mage’s already sopping cunt. The skin of Dayna’s back beaded with sweat at the touch of the warg’s immense cock and another lusty moan escaped her lips as she felt Alagar hunch forward over her and push the huge tool into her.
Mila watched hungrily as Alagar mounted the petite elf. “Pretty awesome, isn’t it?” said the orc as the elf’s eyes crossed in exquisite pleasure.
“That’s fucking hot,” agreed Gomp, sneakily taking the opportunity to push his own throbbing glans against the Mila’s sphincter.
“Woah there, boyo!” exclaimed the greenskin warrior, even as Gomp’s copious pre-cum allowed his bulbous cock-head to pop past her wrinkled ring of muscle.
With utterly false contriteness, Gomp mumbled an apology. “Uh, sorry big girl. I was a bit distracted and seem to have missed. Want me to pull out?”
Mila sighed. Goblin, orc or imp, it seemed all the boys wanted to fuck her ass. In desperate need of a good dicking, the orc shrugged resignedly. “Fine, you little wanker,” she grunted. “I guess I owe you one for helping break that spell anyhow - but you better make me cum!”
Truth be told, the orc wasn’t really worried about her orgasm escaping her - she loved a good ass-fucking and the hot, tight sensation of the imp’s veiny shaft sliding slowly into her anal passage already had her on edge, her cunt drooling fem-lube in sympathy. Small, clawed fingers digging into the voluminous buttcheeks in front of him, Gomp, began to pump his cock in and out of Mila’s grasping anus, steadily picking up speed until his pelvis slapped noisily against her and her skin rippled and quivered with the eager impacts.
Across from the ass-fucking couple, Dayna picked herself up from her elbows, raising herself until her back pressed against Alagar’s broad chest and her sweat matted the warg’s black fur. She could feel the intelligent canine’s swollen knot pressing against her cunt-lips and her nostrils filled with his musky scent - the combined sensations pushing her carnal desires into overdrive. The beast’s engorged member was slightly larger than Gomp’s own behemoth tool, but, thanks to Habernalle’s magic, her body easily adapted to the tumescent intruder such that she felt no discomfort but rather exquisitely stuffed full of cock. “Go on, boy, fuck me!” she hissed through clenched teeth.
With an amiable growl, Alagar acquiesced and began rhythmically flexing his haunches, his large knot butting against the elf’s cunt with a wet, squelching noise at the apex of each thrust. The elven mage was rather petite compared to his usual partner, but the warg was pleased to discover, as his thrusts increased in pace, that she seemed willing and able to rut with intensity on par with Mila’s. Soon, he felt the eager mage pushing back against his pumping organ, their pace matching that of Gomp and Mila’s fevered sodomy, and the air of the campsite filled with the wet slaps and lusty grunts and moans of the frantically copulating couples.
Dayna couldn’t believe how fantastic it felt to be mounted and bred by the hulking warg and it didn’t take long for her first orgasm to course through her, boiling up from her stuffed cunny to traipse along her spine and leave tingling trails across her scalp. Her cunt flexed, clenching and relaxing rhythmically around the tremendous warg-cock encased within it - an exquisite sensation that suddenly tripled in intensity when she felt the beast’s engorged knot suddenly pop past her pussy-lips. Her eyes shot open, and when she felt a sudden, hot pulse of gooey liquid pump into her, she couldn’t help but gasp in exquisite pleasure. “Ohhh fffuuuccckkk! He’s cummmiiinnnggg!” she groaned.
Mila looked up at her climaxing friend. Gomp’s steady pounding of her ass had already coaxed a number of small orgasms from her hungry cunt, and the orc had been lulled into a coital daze as the imp made lusty use of her welcoming anus. Mistaking her friend’s groans as a complaint about the warg’s apparent lack of endurance, she tried to reassure her comrade; “Oh, don’t worry girlfriend - once he’s started cumming, the old boy won’t stop until you’re nice and full!”
“I -ungh- wasn’t -ahhh- complaining!” shuddered Dayna. The warg’s cock was pumping an unceasing torrent of sloppy jism into her thoroughly stuffed quim and each pulsing spurt drew out the elf’s orgasm until she felt as if she was riding an out of control boat of ecstasy in a stormy sea of pleasure. Her arms and legs shook beneath her until they gave way and she collapsed against the ground, only for her ass to be held aloft by the knotted jizz-hose plugging her cunny. Tail wagging with pleasure, Alagar lowered himself down atop the now supine mage, even as his balls continued unloading their prodigious payload into his mate’s welcoming cunt. Almost, but not quite, crushed beneath the furry bulk of the ejaculating beast, Dayna twitched, shuddered and spasmed in absolute pleasure as her cunt was filled and then overfilled - spurts of warg cum oozing out past the knot stretching her cunt-lips to seep onto the ground.
For his part, Gomp continued his mechanical assault on Mila’s arse, his balls swinging with each pistoning thrust of his cock to slap wetly against the orc’s achingly empty, grasping pussy. As he watched his mistress pinioned beneath the bulk of the massive warg, roiling in the ecstasy of a ridiculous climax, his own orgasm worked its way up his shaft until, with a grunt of relief, his overstimulated schlong exploded in the tight confines of the greenskin’s anal passage. The powerful spurts of achingly hot imp cum blasting into her bowels nursed one final momentous orgasm out of the well fucked orc and the sinews on Mila’s neck strained as she bit her bottom lip and clenched her ass around the cock ensconced within it while she rode out the pleasurable sensation.
The weary foursome remained still for some time, each panting heavily in post-coital bliss. Mila had mirrored Dayna in collapsing to the ground and Gomp lay atop her, his cock growing soft slowly in the sticky warm confines of the orc’s ass, while Dayna lay under Alagar’s furred bulk, eyes closed, as the warg’s throbbing jets of cum slowly grew weaker. The imp was the first to pull out and watched, grinning, as his shaft popped free of Mila’s arse, a thin rope of pearly white cum connecting his deflated but still hefty cock to the warrior’s gaping anus.
“Damn, she’s totally out for the count,” said the imp, looking over at his comatose mistress.
Mila picked herself up off the ground and stretched, feeling a steady trickle of imp ejaculate ooze from her well-used asshole as she did so. “No shit,” she remarked, glancing at Dayna and her warg. “You really fucked her to sleep, Alagar.”
Alagar growled disapprovingly at his comrade’s crass comments and shifted his bulk gently atop the slumbering mage, making sure she was comfortable in her repose as his knot slowly deflated in her cunt before laying his head down beside the elf’s and closing his eyes purposefully.
Mila caught the disparaging tone. “Alright, alright, sorry,” she soothed. “I’ll take first watch and let you two lovebirds snooze.”
The next day dawned hazy and humid, the threat of rain hanging heavily in the jungle air. Dayna was up early and ravenously hungry and by the time Mila and Gomp were awake she was leaning against Alagar’s flank while tearing into a loaf of bread.
“Looks like a shitty day,” said Mila as she got to her feet and yawned.
Dayna smiled at her new friend and wolfed down the last of her chunk of bread. “You’ve, uh, got something on your chin,” she said, scratching with one finger a spot on her own chin to indicate to the orc where a glob of pearly white, viscous liquid clung.
Mila scooped the intruder off her chin with a thumb and quickly licked it clean. “Oh, huh, yeah,” she replied. “Gomp and I went for round two after I finished first watch. The little guy’s insatiable.”
Dayna watched the orc yawn once more. “Same goes for you, it seems. You going to be ok for the ride today?”
“Oh yeah, don’t worry about me. An experienced campaigner like me can sleep in the saddle,” said Mila with a tired grin.
The rain remained merely a threat throughout the morning, giving way to a clear, hot afternoon, by the close of which the small party could see the jungle thinning to reveal the looming shapes of the Shrouded Mountains ahead of them, growing larger with each passing mile. By the time the sun dipped below the peaks of the mountains, casting the scenery in shades of grey and blue, the trio emerged from the jungle to be greeted by the deep gorge and the stone bridge that marked the transition out of the eastern reaches and into the mountains proper.
Although it was far below them, the roar of the river was still quite loud. The air had cooled significantly and the leaves of the trees behind them danced and waved in a strong breeze. At the far end of the bridge a figure clad in black leaned against the stone rampart. Even Dayna could easily recognize the lean figure of the thief, Pointer.
“I suppose we should see what he wants,” said Mila as she dismounted.
“Do you think we can trust him?” asked Dayna, following suit and unlimbering her staff from the leather thong she used to sling it across her back.
“Experience would say no, but, for some reason, my gut says yes,” said Mila.
Leaving Alagar at the foot of the bridge, the elf and the orc walked towards the thief. Mila’s hand rested warily on the pommel of her weapon, but the orc showed no other sign of trepidation as she strode across the weathered stones. Dayna, for her part, harnessed her internal reserves of energy and gripped her staff a little tighter. As the two approached, Pointer began walking towards them, stopping only when a good ten yards separated the cautious travellers. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached down to his waist and unbuckled his sword belt. The elven thief gripped his sheathed estoc and held it above his head in plain sight before tossing it to the ground between them.
“I’m sure he’s got more weapons than that,” murmured Dayna as she watched the gesture.
“Oh, most definitely,” agreed Mila, “but I think he’s making a statement more than anything.”
The orc walked over to the discarded weapon and stopped to pick it up before continuing towards the black clad elf. Dayna, a few paces behind her, watched as Pointer unslung his slate and wrote something upon it. The words became clear once the two women came to stand before the pale elf.
I am sorry.
“Not good enough, Pointer,” said Mila. “You and that bitch almost got me killed.”
Pointer wiped the surface of the slate clean and wrote once more: She betrayed me too. I seek vengeance.
“This is true,” agreed the orc, “but how do we know if we can trust you?”
You don’t, but I hope you will. My blade is yours. V’esuthil marre.
“Vee-soo-theel ma-ree? What does that mean?” said Mila, confused. Pointer’s eyes flicked from the orc’s face to Dayna’s.
“It’s pronounced ‘Veh-soo-thil mahr’. It’s hard to explain,” said Dayna, struggling to find the right words. “He’s apologizing, but he’s also saying he owes you a debt - that he betrayed you, but without intent, and will do whatever he can to make it up to you.”
“You guys say all that in two words?” said Mila incredulously.
“It’s a very serious thing,” explained Dayna. “He’d be a real asshole if he was just tossing it out without meaning it.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure he is a real asshole, but we probably do need the help,” said Mila. “What do you think, Dayna? Should we trust the bastard? He knew we were coming this way. I’ve seen how quiet he moves; if he wanted to kill us he wouldn’t have been waiting out in the open like this.”
“I think you’re right,” replied the mage. “ And I have a feeling we’ll need all the help we can get.”
“Alright, Pointer,” said the orc, facing him once more. “You can come with us, but try any sneaky shit and I’ll have Alagar eat your face.”
The corner of Pointer’s mouth turned up in a wry, lopsided grin at the greenskin’s blunt words. With a small sigh and a shrug, Mila handed the thief’s estoc back and watched as the elf accepted it with an elegant bow before she turned to beckon Alagar to join them once more.
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