Chapter 17 - Bann
“Of course you’re being used! You’re all just a bunch of over-aggressive shitheads!”
Through the fog of magical lust in his head, Bann watched the lithe elven woman rage. They were gathered in a back room of the Ogre’s Drum, the bustle of the inn’s common room reduced to a muffled murmur. After some hesitation, Cress had informed the inquisitive elves and orc about the reason for her seeking them out - the host’s march on Drasich, Bann’s curse and the possibility of demonic influence. Upon hearing about the army gathering to besiege her home, the elven mage had grown furious and was now berating the glum looking centaur.
“Getting you warmongering assholes to attack the free-cities was probably the easiest part!” ranted Dayna. “Now she’s going to smash her way into the city and when she gets the stone to the tower who fucking knows what will happen!?”
Cress looked confused at the mention of stones and towers, but, nevertheless, tried to placate the angry elf, “I-I’m sorry! You’re right! We’re fucked up!”
“Bah! I should leave you and this lust-addled barbarian to rot!” spat Dayna.
“No!” begged Cress. “Please! We’ll do anything to help you!”
“Dayna…” soothed Mila. “It’s a fucked up situation, but we have to stop this demon from getting the stone to the tower somehow - we need whatever help we can get.”
Dayna sat down on a nearby chair, breathing heavily and trying to get her temper under control. “Fine!” she growled at the centaur. “Leave the boy with me and get out.”
“Huh?” said Cress, perplexed by the mage’s demand.
“Leave him here,” Dayna repeated. “I’ll break the spell.”
“Are you sure I should go?” said Cress, a worried frown creasing her brow. “He can be a little *ahem* forceful in his current state.”
Mila, having a bit more knowledge about what was about to happen, opened the door for the centaur. “Go on, girl,” said the orc. “She knows what she’s doing.”
“Oh, uh, okay,” said Cress, and anxiously followed Pointer out the door.
Bann made to stumble after his departing companion, but Mila shut the door and placed a hand on the young man’s chest, halting his progress. Oblivious to what was happening, the dazed youth simply switched targets and reached out to grope the orc’s bountiful bosom. Mila didn’t stop him and let the barbarian maul her tits through her linen blouse as she manhandled the stupefied human over to the large bed against the far wall of the room. Built for centaurs and other larger races, the bed was a sturdy piece of furniture and low to the ground. Mila unceremoniously pushed the addled youth onto it. The young man’s kilt left little to the imagination, and the orc let out a low whistle at the impressive bulge at the front of his garment.
“So, uh, how do you want to this?” asked Mila, eyebrows raised as she appraised Bann’s prominent tent.
Dayna stood up and crossed over to the bed. Bann tried to rise from his supine position, but Mila simply leaned over him, placing her foot on his chest. While her friend held the barbarian down, Dayna unbuckled his kilt and yanked it down. The column of cock-meat that greeted her was obscene in size. The elven mage’s cunt practically juiced itself right then and there in anticipation. She looked up at Mila to find the orc looking back her, eyes wide open in surprise.
“I think I can, um, handle this,” said Dayna, her fuming anger fighting a losing battle against her hunger to sit on the lad’s fat cock.
“I don’t mind taking this one for the team,” countered Mila, salivating at the prospect of stuffing that monster inside her. “You seemed pretty upset earlier - if you’re not in the mood…”
Dayna rolled her eyes at the orc and began pulling her tunic and hose off. Mila chuckled at her friend’s ravenous appetite and finished undressing the addled northerner, who took every opportunity during the activity to squeeze and grope her curvy body.
“In all seriousness,” said Mila as she disrobed Bann, forcing his exploring hands from her boobs and peeling his shirt off over his head, “I know you’re angry that these northerners are planning to attack Drasich, but you gotta understand; it’s their way. Raiding and pillaging their neighbours is basically how their society operates.”
“Seems a pretty stupid and mean way of life,” said Dayna as she folded her clothes and placed them on a nearby chair.
“Well, it was only a hundred years ago that the Thaeans thought nothing of conquering the northern peoples,” the orc pointed out. “There’s still elves alive who profited from the Empire’s dominion.”
Dayna thought of her own family, their sprawling estate and fleet of trade ships back in Ceres Bay. The Te’alor family had certainly made good from the Empire’s hegemony. A flush of guilt mingled with the blush of arousal in her cheeks.
“Yeah, but we gave that up-” she began to object.
“Only after a bunch of these northerners got together and sacked the capital,” rebuffed the orc. “The only thing that’s kept the northern clans from doing it every summer is the fact that they find it much easier to raid each other every year. I wonder if it’s the demon you’ve mentioned that’s managed to get them to cooperate this season. Either way, if it hadn’t been for their ‘stupid and mean way of life’, as you put it, we’d probably be fighting each other right now instead of arguing over who gets to ride this fat dick.”
“So, what, you’re saying I should be happy they’re planning on rampaging into my home?”
“No, of course not,” said Mila. “I’m just saying it’s not these two who are to blame. At least not directly. They’re just doing what their people have done since before elves even showed up in this part of the world. Besides, if we help them, they’ll help us and maybe we can stop this craziness from getting out of hand. If we stop Kalliya and this demon of hers, maybe the northern tribes will see how their leaders have been duped.”
“I guess you’re right. I didn’t know mercenaries could be so reasonable,” said Dayna, shaking her head ruefully.
“Bah!” snorted Mila. “I like a good fight as much as any northerner, but if mercenaries kept grudges, we’d run out of employers pretty damn fast. Anyway, are you going to fuck this cock or can I?”
The elf smiled, her anger subsiding somewhat. “Alright, alright, I’m on it.”
Mila moved out of the way while Dayna clambered on top of Bann, positioning herself so the barbarian’s tremendous fuck-stick stood poised and erect below her hungry cunt. Biting her lower lip, Dayna wrapped her hand around the girthy shaft and caressed her pussy-lips with its pre-cum slick head. As her friend prepared to impale herself on Bann’s monumental dick, Mila shucked her own clothes and clambered up on the other side of the bed. Dayna raised an eyebrow quizzically at the orc.
“What?” said Mila, moving to straddle Bann’s head. The barbarian below her reached up to seize the orc’s voluminous green buttocks, sinking his fingers deep into her smooth skin as he pried apart her cheeks to reveal her moist cunny and the wrinkled rosebud of her asshole. “If you get to ride that gorgeous cock, at least I can see if this boy knows how to eat pussy.”
Dayna grinned at her friend. The greenskin’s forthright manner and congenial attitude was contagious. “I didn’t say anything,” said the mage. “Shall we?”
“Way ahead of you, girlie,” said Mila, her voice transforming into a gutteral snarl of pleasure as she mashed her cunt against Bann’s face. Despite his addled state, the northman seemed to know what to do when a pussy was placed against his lips and Mila growled in delight as his tongue got to work.
As Bann began slurping noisily at Mila’s twat, Dayna eased herself down onto his swollen cock, moaning with pleasure as the engorged organ stretched her pussy lips wide and slid into her. Hot, thick and veiny, the massive pillar of cock-meat felt incredible and the elf took a moment to gather herself once she’d seated herself properly on the impressive dong. “Shiiit,” sighed Dayna, her half-closed eyes lazily gazing at Mila’s massive tits and erect, dark green nipples. “That feels really nice.”
“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you,” joked Mila, thoroughly enjoying the barbarian’s oral ministrations. “And, by the way, my face is up here.”
Dayna looked up and giggled. “Ha! Sorry, was just lost in the moment, you know? Anyway, with big ole boobs like that, can you blame me?”
Mila bucked her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt against Bann’s eager tongue. She smiled at her friend. “Didn’t think you swung that way,” said the orc. “Go ahead and touch them if you want.”
“I don’t, usually,” said Dayna, beginning to bounce gently on Bann’s entombed cock, “but a girl can get curious. Yours make mine seem so tiny!”
The elf reached out and put her hands on the orc’s heavy breasts, marvelling at the weight of the huge, round orbs. She gently caressed Mila’s deep green nipples, enjoying how the hard, wrinkled texture of the erect little nubs contrasted with the smooth skin of the orc’s pendulous tits. “Don’t sell yourself short, babe,” remarked Mila, arching her back and thrusting her chest out so Dayna could more easily play with her boobs. “You’ve got a great pair of titties for a skinny wee lass like yourself. We orcs just breed ‘em big.”
“It’s true,” said Dayna, increasing her pace and daring to give Mila’s bountiful mammaries a hearty squeeze. “I’ve never seen an orc who’s light in the chest.”
Mila lifted her hands and placed them over Dayna’s, squeezing her tits together while hefting them upwards. “They can get in they way a bit, but you should see the way I can make a man’s eyes cross when I give him a proper titty-fucking.”
“Now who’s rubbing it in?” pouted Dayna, her own smaller, pert bosom jiggling in time with her rhythmic bouncing upon Bann’s rampant erection.
The greenskin flashed her a wry grin, all tusk and teeth. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who got all distracted by boobs. Weren’t you meant to be casting a spell or something?”
“Oh yeah,” said Dayna, chuckling at how distracted she’d gotten. “Give me a moment.”
The mage closed her eyes and began to concentrate as she rode Bann’s cock, sending her will into the supine human even as she continued groping her friend’s ample breasts. She could feel a magical fog enshrouding the barbarian’s mind, and began the work of engulfing it with her own magical energy until all it would take was a final release to throw off the lusty domination that held the man enthralled. The steady, pistoning impacts of his cock into her cunt acted as a blissful metronome that seemed to make her spellcasting easier and not long after she had begun her spell, she opened her eyes again. In front of her, Mila’s face was a picture of passionate focus. The orc was bucking her hips frantically, grinding her clit against Bann’s tongue, all the while growling lustily, her eyes screwed shut, as she tried to coax her orgasm out. Spell-casting complete, Dayna gave Mila’s tit a cheeky squeeze and increased the pace of her energetic bouncing. Mila opened her eyes and grinned at her friend, who smiled back.
“All done casting spells?” asked the orc.
“Yeah -uh- just -uh- gotta -uh- make -uh- him -uh- cum!” grunted the elf, humping her cunt up and down the length of the northman’s tumescent shaft.
Mila leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Dayna’s shoulders, arching her back and sticking out her ass as she did so. “Hells yes!” she groaned. “Boy just stuck his tongue in my ass!”
With their tits mashed together, Dayna held onto the orc’s waist in return and used the green skinned woman’s muscular body for leverage as she held herself up and let Bann vigorously pump his wide tool into her waiting pussy. The young man was fucking like a machine, thrusting upwards mechanically with his cock even as he tonguefucked the orc’s ass - an insatiable, lust driven beast finally satiating its carnal hunger. The steady, slapping, pussy pummeling the barbarian was giving her and the feeling of Mila’s toned body and large, firm breasts pressed against her drove Dayna over the edge. Her hands slipped down from Mila’s waist and she sank her fingers into the orc’s lush buttocks, clenching hard as tremors of delight rippled through her.
Bann didn’t stop, even as the elf atop him shuddered through her orgasm, and the young man continued driving his swollen shaft into the sopping wet cunt wrapped around it with fevered energy. Dayna was gasping for air as she was fucked and clung to Mila desperately while waves of pleasure washed over her. Mila chuckled at her friend’s predicament and grabbed the smaller woman in a rough hug, pushing the elf’s panting face into the valley of her own heaving cleavage. The threesome stayed like that for a long while; the orc holding the elf to her chest while the young man below energetically serviced them, his throbbing shaft teasing out Dayna’s orgasm to perilous length while his probing tongue coerced an only somewhat less rigorous climax from Mila.
Eventually, Dayna pushed herself up out of the embrace of Mila’s cleavage, breathing deeply. “Oh damn,” she groaned, “that was incredible. I have to take a break though, otherwise I might lose the spell-link I’ve got with him.”
“Here, let me take over for a bit,” said Mila. “Looks like it’s going to take some work to exhaust this lad.”
It was true, thought Dayna. Despite the thorough reaming her cunt had received, Bann’s cock was still as hard as iron. The young man thrust helplessly as she pulled herself off the monolithic tool, his cock searching fruitlessly for the warm, wet embrace it so desired. The barbarian’s frantic humping had fucked her almost to the point of insensibility, and Dayna had to struggle to maintain her magical presence in the young man’s mind, fighting the post-coital fatigue that threatened to overcome her. On shaky legs, the elf got to her feet and stretched while Mila lifted herself off the addled northerner’s face and positioned herself on all fours in the middle of the large bed.
Face slick with the orc’s pussy-juice and eyes wild with lust, Bann staggered to his feet, his hands groping at Dayna’s bare body. “Damn!” said the mage, grimacing. “He’s out of control!”
Mila looked over her shoulder to see her friend struggle with the frenzied barbarian. Thankfully, his dazed state made his movements sluggish and the elf avoided his outstretched arms and ducked around behind him. “Here, boy!” commanded the orc. “Come and get it!”
Bann turned to face the bed and Dayna helped manhandle him on to it. “Help him stuff that beast in my ass,” directed the orc, wiggling her large butt. “I’ve never met a cock that didn’t love some quality time in there.”
“You sure?” said Dayna. “His dick is fucking huge.”
“I’m an orc, darling,” said Mila confidently. “I can take it.”
“Alright…” said Dayna from behind Bann. Reaching around the young man’s torso with one arm, she wrapped her fingers around his girthy member as the youth instinctively kneeled before the orc’s presented hindquarters. The boy’s cock was oozing a tremendous amount of pre-cum and Dayna helpfully rubbed the swollen glans against the orc’s flexing sphincter, smearing the sloppy lubricant liberally over the soon-to-be stuffed orifice. She could feel the heat radiating off both Bann’s veiny shaft and Mila’s slick pussy and marvelled that the greenskin was going to take such a monster in her ass.
Adrift in a magical fog of lust, Bann had no such compunctions, and bucked his hips as soon as his cockhead made contact with Mila’s asshole. Dayna threw her other arm around the boy’s waist in an effort to restrict his movements to a more manageable pace. Using all her strength to slow his progress, the elf watched, wide-eyed, as Bann’s bloated glans slowly pushed into Mila’s ass.
“Oh FUCK!” snarled the orc as the intruding organ popped past her ring of muscle. “That is a LOT of dick!”
Dayna could see sweat beading on her friend’s back and could only imagine the sensations she was experiencing as inch after inch of engorged penis slid inexorably into her anal passage. She put a hand against Mila’s buttcheek and gripped Bann’s waist tightly, halting his progress.
“You alright?”
“Ungh! I’m good!” growled Mila in response to the elf’s worried query. “Keep it coming.”
Relaxing her restraining grip, Dayna allowed Bann to resume his glacial insertion. The elf watched incredulously as Mila’s sphincter stretched around the behemoth that was sliding into her, devouring more and more of it until, at last, the young barbarian’s immense organ was fully seated in the orc’s experienced asshole.
“It’s all in,” announced Dayna.
Mila’s reply came through gritted teeth; “You’re telling me… Hold him still and give me a moment to adjust. Been a long time since I’ve taken a dick like this back there.”
Dayna did as she was told and pressed herself against Bann’s muscled, sweaty back while placing her hands on Mila’s luscious asscheeks, holding the youth against the orc while her friend got used to the hefty slab of cock-meat stuffed in her butt. Seeking to provide what comfort she could, the mage massaged the greenskin’s ass gently, helping her relax her muscles and accept the presence of Bann’s meaty shaft in her anus.
“Mmm, that’s good,” murmured Mila at Dayna’s touch.
Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, the orc rocked back against Bann’s pelvis, letting the movement draw his cock a short ways out of her straining butthole before sliding it home once more. Dayna moved in rhythm with the pair as the pace of their sodomy increased until she could hear the clapping slap of the barbarian’s skin impacting the cushion of Mila’s buttcheeks. Peering over the barbarian’s broad shoulder, the elf watched lustily as Bann’s cock pistoned in and out of her friend’s welcoming asshole and she felt her pussy moisten in sympathy.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“Fuck-uh-ing -uh- fan-uh-tas-uh-tic!” grunted Mila, her bob cut hair swaying in time with her bouncing tits and jiggling ass.
Feeling a little left out, the mage clambered onto the bed and lay on her back before sliding herself under the orc’s swaying body. Mila shifted her legs as her friend climbed underneath her such that Dayna’s head was between her thighs and her pussy was scant inches away from her lips. For her part, the mage was presented with the an obscenely good view of Mila’s dripping cunt and Bann’s gargantuan cock as it slid in and out of the orc’s grasping sphincter. Wondering what her first taste of pussy would be like, Dayna craned her chin upwards and ran her tongue along Mila’s slit. On each inwards thrust, the barbarian’s heavy, swinging balls slapped against her forehead, but the indignity of the situation was quickly forgotten when she felt Mila press her lips against her own cunt.
The orc lowered herself down against the elf’s body, fat green tits squishing against the mage’s pale skin, and sucked hungrily on the elven cunny in front of her. Revelling in the debauched situation, Dayna returned the favour in kind and reached up to grip Mila’s ass tightly while she slurped at the orc’s juicy green twat. Above the two women, Bann continued his work, leaning over the orc’s back and pumping his hips, burying his cock into the hot, velvety, tight depths of Mila’s ass with mechanical, heavy thrusts.
Mila came first, but only just. The sensation of Dayna’s lips on her clit and the heavy pounding of Bann’s cock plundering her back door created a cacophony of pleasure that was irresistible. Locking her lips around Dayna’s clit and clenching her fingers on the elf’s thighs, she shuddered and quivered as she climaxed. Dayna mewled in surprise as a sudden gush of fluids spurted from her friend’s cunny to fill her mouth and soak her face. Her surprise was amplified by the sudden jolt of exquisite bliss that sizzled upwards from her pleasure button to tingle through her limbs. Eyelids fluttering at the sensation, her view of Bann’s cock taking its pleasure in Mila’s ass was suddenly blocked as Bann’s balls slapped against her face and the young man hilted his oversized tool in the orc’s butt. As she came, Mila’s muscles had contracted powerfully around the barbarian’s entombed shaft - like a buttery vice, the orc’s ass milked the orgasm from him. All three held themselves rigid as they climaxed. Dayna and Mila moaned around the cunts that were mashed to their lips while Bann roared inarticulately and pumped dose after dose of sloppy, hot seed into the orc’s bowels.
“Fuck me, the boy’s still cumming!” groaned Mila. Even after the two women had come down from their respective climaxes, Bann’s hands remained clenched to the greenskin’s buttocks in a rictus of pleasure, his hips bucking disjointedly and his balls heaving above Dayna’s face as he basted Mila’s anal passage with jizz. Pressed beneath the copulating figures above her, Dayna could do nothing but pant and watch, astonished, as the young man’s seed overflowed the tight confines of the orc’s asshole to spurt and trickle in obscene, slimy rivulets from where her sphincter was stretched around his throbbing shaft. As the northman pulled back before giving another spasming thrust, the elf could see the veiny skin of his bloated cock glistening with slick, creamy fluid.
“Oh gods…” moaned Bann, finally slumping against Mila’s back as the orc lay dazed pleasure atop her elven friend.
“Um… can you guys let me out?” said Dayna from beneath the sweaty pile.
Bann’s eyes shot open. For the first time in days, his mind felt like it was his own. He felt amazing, like a boulder had been lifted off his chest. Then it dawned on him that he was lying on top of a strange orc woman. With haste borne of surprise, he scrambled to his feet, practically launching himself backwards off the bed. His softening cock popped free of the orc’s asshole with an audible slurp, chased by a river of gooey jism that poured out to cover the face of a beautiful elf that had been lying beneath the greenskin. Landing with a thump on the stone floor, the shocked barbarian scurried backwards until his back hit the wall.
“You got ass-cum all over my face,” objected the elf as she disentangled herself from her orcish comrade.
“Not my fault,” said the orc, cautiously climbing off the bed, trying not to make even more of a mess with the ejaculate dripping from her gaping anus.
“W-who are you?” said Bann.
Mila laughed heartily at the bewildered young man. “Get up and get changed, boy. There’s some explaining to be done, and I don’t plan to do it without a drink in my hand.”
Not much later, the party were seated in a booth in the corner of the inn’s common room, a few flagons of ale, a decanter of wine and some meat, cheese and bread on the table before them before them. Even Gomp was there, although he had not paid the least bit of attention to the explanations the group had given to the rejuvenated barbarian and was instead standing on the bench beside Dayna, peering over the dividing wall into the neighbouring booth, watching a buxom dwarf woman as she fornicated vigorously with a scarred goblin warrior. Cress was seated on the floor at the entrance to the group’s booth, seeing as she did not fit on the benches, while Dayna and Pointer faced Bann and Mila across the table.
“So I’m cured now?” said Bann.
“Essentially,” replied Dayna.
“There are some… interesting… side-effects,” added Mila. “Nothing too bad though.”
“But, erm, what about down there?” said the barbarian, glancing down at his crotch. “It was never that big before.”
“You complaining?” said the orc, grinning.
“No, it’s just…” the young man’s voice trailed off.
“Probably just a twist to the magic Kalliya used on you,” said Dayna. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it - I don’t think it’ll do you any harm.”
“Well, if you saved my life-” Bann started to speak.
“You weren’t dead, silly,” interrupted Cress.
“I might as well have been. It was like I was a prisoner inside myself, and you,” he bowed his head towards Dayna, “you saved me from that.”
“Well,” said Dayna, “maybe you can repay me by stopping your friends from attacking my home?”
Bann frowned. “I don’t know how much I can do against mages and demons, but I’ll help however I can.”
“I don’t like this demon thing at all,” said Cress, “but I don’t like the idea of fighting our friends either. What are we going to do?”
“If there was some way to reveal that this succubus - Gaermeon, you called her?” said Mila, looking at Dayna when she spoke the succubi’s name, “was running the whole show, wouldn’t the Warhost give up the attack?”
“I don’t know,” said Bann. “How do we even do that? No-one’s going to listen to me and Cress if we go back and claim we’re all being duped by a demon. They’d think we were crazy.”
“Queen Lisbet would believe us,” said Cress, “and Freida said that the minotaurs would believe her.”
“Yeah, but Queen Lisbet is leagues away and even if the minotaurs decide not to attack, there’s still going to be almost ten thousand warriors marching on Drasich,” said Bann sadly.
“Well, I’ve been to Drasich,” interjected Mila, “and it’s got big walls and a university full of spell slinging magicians. You said this ‘Gunnar’ bloke is leading the whole show and he’s the one under the demon’s spell - if we can take him out and banish this demon and if the walls can hold until the free cities send reinforcements and your centaur queen shows up, assuming she’ll listen to reason, maybe this mess won’t turn into a catastrophe.”
“That’s a lot of ‘ifs’,” said Dayna.
“Well what else can we do?”
There was a long pause and the dejected group sank into their cups. Eventually, Bann broke the silence.
“So, I guess Cress and I should leave to try and link up with the warhost tomorrow. Get the minotaurs on board and send a message to Queen Lisbet and all that.”
“Bann,” Cress started, softly, “I don’t think you should go back to the host.”
“What?”
“The shaman, this Kalliya, and Gunnar too - they’ll recognize you. I’m sure the word is out that you’re missing already,” explained the centaur. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I don’t care,” said Bann. “I’m not going to-”
“She’s right, boy,” said Mila. “Best you come with us to Drasich.”
“I’ll head out first thing in the morning,” said Cress.
Mila looked around at the despondent collection of humanoids and shook her head. “Cheer up, guys. We’re not demon food yet.”
That night, after Dayna, Pointer and Mila made their way upstairs to their room, Cress and Bann headed to the back to the room where Dayna had broken Bann’s curse.
“I forgot to say thanks for all you’ve done to help me,” said Bann as the pair entered their quarters.
“Don’t worry about it, Bann,” said Cress, putting the candle down on the bedside table.
“You’re a true friend,” said the young warrior. “I wish I was going with you tomorrow.”
Cress unbuckled her jerkin and placed it on the chair beside which her weapons lay. Thankful for the centaur-sized facilities the Ogre’s Drum offered, the filly climbed up onto the large bed and rolled onto her side. She looked over her shoulder at Bann as he unfastened his own armour and made to lie down at the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Uh, going to sleep?”
“On the floor?” said the centaur. “Don’t be silly. There’s plenty of room in here with me.”
Bann looked at the bed and the large form of the centaur upon it.
“You don’t move around a lot while you sleep, do you?” he asked, wondering if being squished to death in his sleep by a centaur filly was fitting end for a would-be warrior.
“I promise I won’t squash you,” huffed Cress.
The young barbarian flashed the girl a rueful grin and climbed up on the bed next to her. The bed, oversized though it was, was much more comfortable than the floor and Bann nestled up against Cress’ back as she pulled up the large blanket to cover them both. He liked the way she smelled - like summer grass with a hint of wildflowers - but, unfortunately, the sight of her bare breasts as she had undressed and her intoxicating odour was having a predictable effect on him. He tried not to think about it and lay his head upon his pillow.
“So what was it like when the elf cast her magic on you?” asked Cress, leaning over to blow out the candle.
Bann’s thoughts drifted to the moment he had awoken from Kalliya’s curse, cock seated deep in the muscular orc woman’s ass and the sight of the pretty elven mage with his cum all over her face. He felt a throbbing pulse of arousal in his groin.
“Uh, I don’t really remember all that much,” he mumbled. “It was like waking up after a deep sleep.”
“I’ve never seen magic before. I wish they’d let me stay to watch. When you woke up was she waving her staff at you? Were there magic lights and such? Or clouds of smoke? I bet her eyes glowed and-”
“It wasn’t really like that at all,” interrupted Bann. “It was, um, kind of sex magic, I guess.”
“What?!” squealed the filly. “You had sex with her?”
“Well, not with her, that I remember…” said Bann, rolling onto his back so his erection wouldn’t stab Cress in the back.
“Go on,” said the centaur.
“Fine,” sighed Bann. “When I came to, I was kind of fucking the orc in the butt. The elf was beneath her eating her pussy.”
“Oh wow,” breathed Cress. “That sounds hot. Was it hot?”
“I guess so,” said Bann. “I really only woke up after I came. I don’t remember much.”
“Oh,” said Cress, sounding a little disappointed. When she didn’t continue, Bann closed his eyes and tried to forget about his throbbing penis.
There was a long silence. Bann could hear the muffled noise of the common room through the plaster wall of their room as well as the passionate moans and wooden thumps of a couple making lusty use of the bed in the room above theirs. Then Cress spoke up again. “Hey Bann? Those people upstairs are pretty loud, huh?”
“Yup,” said Bann. “Guess they’re having a good night.”
“You wanna fuck too?” asked the centaur.
Upstairs, Mila unlocked the door to a room overlooking the alley behind the Drum. A large, double bed occupied one side of the comfy space, while a pile of big cushions sat beneath the window that looked out on the alley. On the opposite side of the room to the bed was a worn looking dresser and chair and a large, solid, iron-bound oak chest. A small rack stood near the door, upon which rested an axe, a well used arming sword and a cruel looking pole-axe. A large kite shield leaned against the wall beside the bed and a few paintings of mountain scenes hung on the walls.
“Well, I guess you could say that this is my home,” said Mila, beckoning the two elves and the imp inside with a tilt of her head. “Should be enough room for the three of us in the bed. I’m sure Mr Chatty here won’t mind bunking up between the two of us again. Gomp, you can share the cushions with Alagar.”
The warg had slunk out from behind the bar to follow the small group upstairs and now trotted over to his space by the window, stretching languidly and making a quick, circular turn before lying down on the cushions. Gomp shrugged and stumped over to the warg’s bed, pulling a few cushions from the pile and laying them out on the broad window sill above Alagar’s head.
“It’ll do,” said the imp, climbing up onto his makeshift bed. “Still don’t know why you couldn’t spring for a room though, boss.”
Dayna sighed. “I’m not made of money, Gomp. Besides, the innkeep said only the communal rooms were available anyhow.”
“I’ve seen your parents’ mansion…” grumbled the tiny demon.
Pointer unbuckled his sword belt and leaned the weapon in a corner, next to his small pack, before sitting down on the corner of the bed. He kicked his boots off, giving Mila an amiable nod by way of thanks as he crossed his legs under him. Mila nodded back and crossed over to the large chest, kneeling before it and unlocking the heavy lid.
“Before you turn in, Dayna, try this on,” said the orc, fumbling around in the huge container until she pulled out a jingling chain shirt and a small, padded gambeson.
“Oh, armour?” said the elf. “I’ve never worn armour.”
“There’s no trick to it, really,” said Mila, tossing the steel garment over to the mage, who caught it with an ‘oof’. “Just put it on and hope nobody hits you where it isn’t.”
“You think I’ll need it?”
“Nobody wants to need it,” said the greenskin, retrieving various other metallic objects from the trunk, “but we’re going into a warzone. Better to be safe than sorry. Not sure I’ve got anything that’ll fit you though, Pointer.”
The thief waved his hand at the orc in a dismissive gesture while Dayna lifted the gambeson up and wormed her way into it. “Well, this seems to fit ok,” she said as her head poked through the top of the quilted garment, “but I don’t know how to put on the rest.”
Pointer climbed off the bed, a wry smile twisting his lips, and took the chain shirt from the mage’s grasp. Giving it a rough shake to straighten it out, he lifted the protective article over Dayna’s head and helped her get her arms through the sleeves before cinching the leather straps and belt that held it in place against her sides. As the two elves fiddled with the armoured shirt, Mila stood up and deposited a conical steel helmet upon the mage’s head. She and Pointer managed to keep a straight face for about ten seconds after taking in the sight of Dayna ensconced in the slightly-too-large armour.
“If you’re just going to laugh at me I’m not going to wear it,” said the elf, stamping her foot indignantly.
“No… It’s fine…” chortled the orc. “You look fabulous.”
Pointer gave the smaller woman a solemn nod, his lips pursed as he forcefully bit back his jovial grin..
“What about you?” said Dayna.
Mila gestured at the other items she’d pulled from the chest. “I normally just wear a bit of chain, myself, but if we’re getting into a real shit-show, I’ve got a few heavier pieces to bring along. We’ll have to see about getting you a horse, though. I don’t think Alagar will want to carry us as well as all this steel all the way to Drasich.”
One floor below, Bann pulled back the blanket covering Cress and himself. The centaur’s equine half was lying diagonally across the lower portion of the bed, leaving an upper quarter for him. The young man crawled down where Cress’ broad behind lay while the filly twisted her human torso to look down the length of her body at him. Stiff cock in hand, Bann felt the young mare flick her tail out of the way. It was too dark in the room too see anything but the vague silhouette of his partner, but the warrior could smell the heady aroma of her cunt juice and he unerringly guided the pulsing head of his dick to her quim. The smooth, leathery skin of her pussy lips was slick with her arousal and Bann rubbed his glans against them, smearing his own dripping pre-cum on her hungry sex. He felt her cunt flex to grasp at his probing tool and gasped at the wet kiss it gave him.
“Mmmm, that feels good,” murmured Cress encouragingly as Bann slowly pushed his broad cock into her welcoming fuck-hole. “You know, what that mage did to you was fucked up, but I’m kind of ok with how you fit in my cunt now.”
“Nngh! I guess -ah- I could get used to it,” groaned Bann in response, his raging, rigid shaft slowly sliding home into Cress’ slick box.
The centaur’s pussy felt incredibly warm, despite the heat radiating off his own engorged cock, and Bann gripped the young woman’s velvet flanks tightly as he seated his prick in her exquisite depths. He paused for a moment to enjoy the comfortable pressure of the filly’s pussy around his achingly swollen phallus. With one hand still resting on her expansive haunch, the youth moved his other between her legs and caressed her large, erect clit with the heel of his palm. As big as a strawberry, the swollen pleasure button was soaked with the filly’s flowing juices and Bann massaged it slowly as he began to gently buck his hips, listening in the dark to the wet squelch of his tumescent member pumping in and out of Cress’ mare-cunt.
“Harder, Bann,” said Cress, her voice quietly insistent.
The sounds of frantic fornication from the room above them contrasted sharply with the hushed urgency of their own coupling. While the couple in the room upstairs pounded fast and furiously against each other, Bann and Cress fucked slow and deep - with each thrust, Bann withdrew almost fully from Cress’ grasping cunt before steadily pushing his girthy tool back into her until his balls came to rest firmly against her ass.
“Like that?” whispered Bann.
Cress could only moan softly in response.
Bann continued working the filly’s clit with his hand as he languidly hilted his shaft in her pussy, over and over. Every time his balls came to rest against her skin, the young warrior felt his centaur partner wring his cock with the powerful muscles of her hindquarters, her cunny clinging tightly to his shaft as he withdrew until she was gripping only his swollen cockhead and releasing only as he made his inevitable progress back into her depths. Over and over he plunged into her delicious cunt, his heavy, pumping thrusts coaxing steady flow of fem-lube from her until his balls and thighs were slick with her fluids.
“I’m… I’m going to cum now,” breathed Cress.
Bann urged her on, increasing the pace with which he was servicing her swollen clitty with his palm and was rewarded when he felt the silky walls of her pussy clamp down on his shaft. Cress flopped down against the pillows at the head of the bed as her equine half tensed with pleasure. Bann watched as her tail flicked and thrashed. He maintained his rhythm through her orgasm, kneading her clit with his palm as a gush of fluids spurted from her quim.
Once her quivering had tapered off, Bann looked to his own needs and leaned over her body, pressing the bare skin of his chest to the short, smooth fur of her flanks and wrapping his arms around her. “Go on, Bann,” said Cress, her voice soft and satisfied. “Use my pussy.”
With a quiet grunt of thanks, Bann clung to the centaur’s haunches and pumped his hips, increasing his pace as he hungrily sought his own release. Cress’ flanks were soft and warm against his body and the youth rested his cheek on her fur as he fucked her, an overwhelming feeling of comfort and companionship flowing through him even as he satisfied his carnal needs with her body. As he pistoned in and out of her exquisite cunny, he could feel his own orgasm building - each grasping clench of her cunt drawing him closer and closer to sweet release.
Cress could sense it too. “Cum in my mouth,” came her soft demand. “I want to taste you.”
Bann slowed his thrusting, and raised himself off her side. After a few more passionate pumps of his swollen cock, he slowly pulled free of the filly’s pussy and crawled over to where her head lay on the pillow. Squatting above her and gripping the headboard of the bed, his pendulous phallus bobbing in the nighttime air over her face, he felt her lips, cool against the angry, aroused heat of his dick, as she sought out the head of his cock. When she found it, a flood of bliss boiled slowly through him. Cress’ mouth engulfed his glans and her tongue caressed the underside of the mushroom-like tip. His hips bucked involuntarily, his ball-sack grew taut, and his cock throbbed and pulsed as he pumped his sloppy, thick jism into her mouth.
The pleasure seemed to go on for an age as jet after jet of his seed spurted from his over-stimulated organ into his friend’s mouth. Cress swallowed as quickly as she could, gulping down his ejaculate as he hosed it into her, sucking vigorously and reaching up with her hands to milk his spasming penis while he gasped and grunted above her. Eventually, the flood turned to a trickle and then came to an end and Bann collapsed to one side, breathing heavily.
“I may have forgotten how much you pump out when you cum, these days,” said Cress, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry,” panted Bann.
Cress burped and giggled softly. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. You taste nice and I sleep better on a full tummy anyhow. Now slide over here and give me a cuddle.”
The next morning, the diverse party met in the common room for an early breakfast. As Alagar lounged near the bar and gnawed on the remnants of a venison roast, the rest of the gang set into a spread of eggs and bacon in a nearby booth. The inn’s main room was mostly deserted - only a few hungover patrons were present, the rest of the regular clientele exercising a proclivity for sleeping late after a hard night drinking.
“So we’re going to need a channel of communication once we’re in the city and you’re outside the walls with the army,” said Dayna to Cress, pulling an earring with a silver teardrop shaped pendant from her belt pouch.
The centaur raised her eyebrows quizzically as the elf handed her the piece of jewelry. “What’s this? Oh wow, is it magical?”
“Uh, no,” said Dayna. Cress looked crestfallen. “It’s just an old earring of mine, but, because I’m very familiar with it, I can use it as a focal point to, essentially, ‘transport’ my voice to you. You’ll be able to hear me, but only if you’re not too far away and you won’t be able to talk back to me. Your ears are pierced, right?”
“Yes...”
“Good. I’d recommend wearing it then, so I can whisper when I talk to you,” explained the mage, “else people around you might overhear me speaking.”
The centaur excitedly took out the simple copper stud she wore in her ear and replaced it with the silver earring. “Can we try it now?”
“I’m sitting right next to you. I don’t think you’d really notice-”
There was a clatter of hooves as the young filly quickly clambered to her feet and trotted over to the bar before turning to the group and giving an enthusiastic thumbs up. Pointer, Mila and Bann looked at each other, shaking their heads and laughing quietly.
“Um, okay… Hello?” said the elven mage, rolling her eyes.
Cress’ face split into an exuberant grin and she practically bounced back to the table. “That’s AWESOME.”
“I’m glad you think so,” said Dayna, smiling at the buoyant girl.
“Well, now that we’ve got that sorted, I think it’s time we got ready to depart,” interjected Mila. “Dayna, you and Bann should see about getting a mount. Cress, you should probably get moving, if your gear is in order - I had Jo set you up with a few days provisions.”
Pointer scribbled on his slate quickly - I need to get some things as well. I’ll go with Dayna.
The group said their goodbyes to Cress just outside the main doors of the Drum - Dayna, Pointer and Mila offering the centaur a hearty ‘good luck’ and handshakes all round, while Bann gave her a firm hug and a slightly longer farewell.
“Don’t worry guys. I won’t let you down,” promised the earnest young mare, giving them a bright smile before turning and trotting off through the morning streets. Dayna, Pointer and Bann turned to go the opposite direction, on their own errand, leaving Mila, Gomp and Alagar standing outside Jolene’s establishment.
“What, you’re not going with Dayna?” said the orc to the imp standing beside her as Alagar ambled back into the large building.
“Nah,” said the imp, turning to follow the warg. “More fun here watching yer whore friends work.”
The orc let out a short laugh and fell in beside the wee demon. “You won’t find much happening this early in the morning, you horny devil. I could use a hand getting my armour on, though.”
Gomp looked up at the buxom fighter, slapping his hand against her round arse and giving it a firm squeeze. “I dunno. I guess I could be persuaded.”
Mila looked down at the diminutive fellow, taking in his lecherous grin and noticing how his hefty demon cock was pushing at the front of his loincloth. With a rueful shake of her head she told the randy little imp to follow her. While Alagar trotted back to his regular post by the bar to receive a friendly scratch behind the ears from the yawning barkeep, Mila and Gomp headed upstairs to the orc’s room. Inside, the orc had laid out her heavier armour beside the oak chest; a pair of metal backed leather gauntlets and steel knee and shin guards, her long-sleeved mail shirt and padded gambeson, a black brigandine and a polished sallet that would cover her face to just below her nose.
As the orc turned around after shutting the door, she saw Gomp casually pulling his scanty loincloth off, freeing his hardening shaft. “Damn,” she laughed, “you don’t move slowly.”
“Well, I thought we should probably get this out of the way before you put all that junk on,” said the leering imp. “Otherwise we’d just have to waste time taking it all off again.”
“Who says I’d need to take anything off?” said the orc with an impudent smirk. “Maybe I’ll just use my hand and give you a quick wank?”
The imp narrowed his eyes and gave the greenskin a shrewd stare while sniffing the air deeply. “You ain’t fooling me, big girl. I can smell a pussy that needs a hard dicking from a hundred paces.”
Mila smirked at Gomp’s frank speech. “You may be right,” she agreed, unlacing her shirt and pulling it over her head before unclasping the leather brassiere that restrained her ripe, round titties. “You’d best make me cum fast and hard, though, else I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you.”
“Hmmm, now that you mention it,” grinned Gomp.
“Just get over here and fuck me,” laughed Mila, pulling off her leather trousers and underwear in one motion and lying back on the bed.
Gomp climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself between the orc’s spread legs, slapping his heavy, swollen cock against her mons. The bloated thing slid against the greenskin’s pelvis as the small demon leaned over her and clamped his clawed fingers around Mila’s large boobs, giving the fulsome globes a rough squeeze while he bit down, none too gently, on one of her nipples.
Mila growled at the rough use the imp was making of her body. “Quit fucking around and stuff that fuck-stick in me.”
Mouth still latched onto her tit, Gomp reached down with one hand to feed his engorged phallus into the orc’s offered fuck-hole. Without ceremony, the lusty demon eagerly shoved his cock into Mila’s receptive orifice and began humping his hips up and down, his red, spaded tail lashing the air as he began to rut. The orc warrior could feel the little beast’s spit dribble down her tit from where he was hungrily chewing on her nipple. Her own fluids seeped freely from her pussy, her arousal burning hot as she let herself be used.
The imp’s distended shaft filled her cunt deliciously, rubbing her in all the right places as it slid back and forth inside her. With a snarl, Mila grabbed Gomp by his shoulders and pulled him off her breast. “Come on, you asshole!” she commanded. “Fuck an orgasm out of me!”
The tiny demon smiled wickedly back at her, revelling in having found a partner who was up for a vigorous, animalistic fucking. “One fucking orgasm, coming right up,” he growled in response. “Shit, I love a whore who knows how to take a dick.”
Leaning back on his knees, the imp’s hips moved in a blur as he pounded Mila’s snatch. The woman’s hefty boobs bounced and jiggled on her chest in time with the vigorous mating she was receiving and sweat glistened on her green skin. Suddenly, the orc let out an animal grunt as she felt something push against her sphincter - Gomp had twisted his prehensile tail around and was probing at the lusty warrior’s asshole with the tip.
“Hells yes!” snarled Mila. “Put it in me!”
Her asshole resisted briefly until, with a sudden popping sensation, the imp’s spaded appendage slid past her flexing ring of muscle. Always a fan of a proper double stuffing, the orc’s body tensed in sublime pleasure as she felt the exquisite pressure of having her ass reamed while her cunt was stretched around a girthy dick. Her hands dropped down to her sides, fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly as she came, asshole wringing Gomp’s tail and cunt crushing his cock in a vicious hug.
“Ngh! Fuuuck!” roared the well-stuffed orc as her climax rollicked through her body.
Gomp grunted loudly along with her, slamming his hips hard against his orgasming mate and hilting his shaft inside her cunt. His balls heaved and his dick throbbed as he hosed seething hot seed into her waiting cock-hole, basting her clenching cunny with torrents of sloppy, demonic ejaculate. Dollops of the thick, creamy stuff spurted from around his girthy organ as the greenskin’s twat quickly overflowed.
As the two held still for a moment, enjoying the sensation, a muffled, inquisitive woof echoed through the door.
“Come in,” Mila panted.
There was the sound of something fumbling with the latch, and a moment later Alagar slunk into the room. The air was heavy with the scent of frantic sex, and the big warg licked his chops slowly as he took in the sight of Mila on her back with the imp between her legs. Gomp pulled his still-hard cock from the orc’s cunt with a slurping squelch. He grinned at the warg and was about to speak, but before a sardonic word could escape his lips, the orc picked him up and tossed him onto the pillows on the floor. Cum oozing in thick rivulets from her spread pussy, the muscled woman strode over to the supine demon, straddling his hips, and squatted down on his fat shaft, easily sliding the bloated member back into her cum-lubed cunt.
“Oh fuck,” groaned the surprised imp as the tables were turned and it became his turn to be used.
Elbows resting on either side of the bewildered demon’s head, Mila mashed her titties into his face as she kneeled over his groin and began to grind her twat on his hot, red cock. Astonished, but more than happy to go along with it, Gomp lifted his hands to the ravenous woman’s heaving jugs and smothered his face in her sweat-slick cleavage. As her ample buttocks rose and fell on the small demon’s large organ, Alagar crossed over to her, his long, wet tongue lolling from his mouth. With a rumbling growl, the warg snaked his large, pink tongue between his comrade’s wobbling buttcheeks, slathering her sphincter and crack with a plentiful amount of slobber. Mila shuddered in delight at the obscene contact.
“Go on boy, put it in me,” she breathed, holding herself still for a moment.
The warg woofed in acknowledgement and Mila felt his furred bulk move over her back, the soft fur of his broad chest rubbing against her sweaty skin. The intelligent creature’s pointed cock prodded and poked at her asscrack and the greenskin arched her back and reached behind her with one hand until her fingers wrapped around Alagar’s knotted, hot shaft. Biting her bottom lip, her face a grimace of concentration, the orc helped guide the warg’s pre-cum oozing member into her ass.
“Mmmph, that’s the shit,” hissed Mila as her partner sheathed his strangely shaped shaft in her butt, pushing back against the intruder until she felt the bulge of his knot pushing against the ring of her anus.
“You’d give a succubus a run for her money,” whispered Gomp in awe.
Mila looked down at the tiny demon and gave him a toothy smile before smothering his face with her bountiful bosom once more. “Alright boys, hurry up and fuck me. We’re on a schedule here,” she commanded. “And Alagar? No knotting today.”
The warg growled agreeably and began flexing his furred haunches, pumping his cock into the tight, warm embrace of Mila’s butt. Beneath her, Gomp mirrored the big beast’s movements, bucking his hips upwards as he plundered her cum-soaked snatch. The three moved in a steady rhythm, Mila sandwiched and grunting like an animal between the pair of well endowed males as her holes were used. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mingling with the orc’s heavy groans and the meaty slaps of Gomp’s pelvis smacking against the skin of Mila’s ass and thighs. The feeling of two bloated cocks plunging in and out of her pussy and asshole was indescribably exquisite and in no time at all the orc was huffing and shuddering through another surging climax. For his part, Gomp buried his face eagerly in the green skinned woman’s tits, emerging only to steal a few quick breaths before returning to the task of nibbling on her thick, hard nipples or biting her firm, heavy titflesh. All the while, he pumped his hips upwards into the slimy, hot depths of her cunt, marvelling at the debaucherous appetite of the orcish warrior. Above the salacious orc and horny imp, Alagar’s chest rumbled with a growl of pleasure while he steadily humped his friend’s welcoming butthole. In the years the two had spent together, they had coupled countless times, but the big warg never grew tired of his comrade’s receptive demeanor and he thoroughly enjoyed rutting with her when she offered the opportunity. With a deep woof of satisfaction, the furry beast pushed his shaft as deep as it could go into Mila’s anal passage without knotting her and began the pleasurable task of filling her bowels with his seed.
“Ooh, that’s warm!” sighed Mila as she felt Alagar pumping his ejaculate into her ass.
Gomp could feel the warmth as well, groaning in delight as the muscular woman atop him pressed down upon him, crushing him beneath her luscious curves. Sinking his clawed fingers into the tough orc skin of her butt, he bucked his hips upwards with short, hungry thrusts and began to unload his own seed into Mila’s well-fucked cunny. As she was filled with staggering quantities of cum in both her stuffed holes, the greenskin closed her eyes in bliss, relishing the flood of warmth. Sparks of delight traipsed through her - a less intense but no less pleasurable climax brought on by a thorough fucking.
“Good boys,” she breathed. “Fucking fill me up.”
The imp she was riding finished cumming first, but Mila stayed immobile on top of him, letting her warg finish up in her ass. The big creature came for an impossibly long time, steadily hosing pulses of jizz into her anal passage until, without his knot plugging her up, it overflowed and spewed out from her over-stuffed butt to trickle in an obscene river down her inner thighs. Gomp didn’t mind being stuck beneath the contented orc and idly played with her heavy tits as she got her ass filled, wondering if he should start moving his cock inside her again and prevent his member from slowly growing soft. His demonically short refractory period was a real conundrum, sometimes.
Just as Gomp was about to see if he could sneak another round in, Alagar slid his cock out from Mila’s gaping, cum-filled ass. The giant creature gave Mila’s face an affectionate lick before turning a small circle and curling up on the cushions beside his orcish comrade. With a satisfied sigh, Mila stood up, letting Gomp’s shaft slip free from her thoroughly fucked quim, the imp’s copious discharge mingling with Alagar’s oozing deposit to slide slowly down her thighs.
“Damn fine job, boys,” said the orc, stretching.
For the first time in his life, Gomp was speechless.
“No smartass comments, imp?” said Mila.
“Lady,” said the imp, a strange note of respect in his voice, “I like you.”
“Great, then help me get cleaned up and put this armour on.”
When Dayna, Pointer and Bann got back to the Drum, leading two horses, Mila was out front, tightening the straps on Alagar’s harness and saddle. With her helmet, gauntlets, greaves and brigandine, a large kite-shield on her back, her sword at her side and a vicious pole-axe in one hand, the orc looked well fearsome. Gomp sat on the front step of the building, watching the proceedings, and gave a vague nod at Dayna as she walked up.
“Didn’t realise Gomp wasn’t with me until we got to the stables,” said the mage, giving the heavily armed orc an appraising look. “Hope he wasn’t a pain in the ass.”
“Oh, he wasn’t,” said Mila, giving a saddle strap a final yank. “We ready to ride?”
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