by Reed James
I spasmed on my side as they both kept licking me. Teasing me. My eyes rolled in my head. Stars burst across my vision. Such wicked, wonderful, beautiful rapture consumed me. A preview of the true delight that was to come.
“Fuck me,” I gasped. “Please, please, please. Shove those dicks in me. My holes need to be filled. I want both my Thraks in me.”
“What do you think?” the one licking my pussy rumbled.
“That our slutty mage is hungry for thick, orc cock,” laughed the one tonguing my ass. “I think we should fuck her hard.”
“Yes,” the first growled.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted in eager excitement. “Fuck me. Las's cum, I'm so glad I have two Thraks tonight.”
They both moved up my body. I shuddered as their hard dicks pressed into my flesh, one rubbing on my stomach, the other on my ass. My eyes widened. Neither had bone piercings. My real Thrak had removed his. I had no idea which one was which.
Perfect.
I buried my face into one of the Thrak's swarthy chests, savoring his musk as their cocks moved to my holes. One thick dick brushed my clit before finding the entrance to my dripping pussy, the other pressed between the cheeks of my ass.
“Is this what you want?” the Thrak behind me asked.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my body still buzzing from my first orgasm. “Fuck me. Love me. Two Thraks.”
I was delirious with lust as they plunged their thick cocks into my depths. I was sandwiched between their delicious, strong bodies. My tits pressed into one muscular chest while the second rubbed against my supple back.
But it was the cocks I loved. Long, hard, and so thick. My pussy and asshole both stretched around their girths. A long, slow moan escaped my lips as I shuddered between them. I gasped in delight as both my holes were stuffed with Thrak's cock. I was stretched out. It almost hurt having them both in me.
I savored that sweet ache. “Yes,” I moaned in delight. “Yes, fuck me. Hard. Make me cum, then dump it into me.”
Both Thraks growled in unison. Their hips moved together, thrusting into my hot depths at the same slow, hard rhythm. The friction of their cocks rasping in and out of my asshole and pussy sent shuddering delight racing through my body.
I undulated between their strong bodies. I gasped and groaned as their dicks slid in and out of me. When they both thrust in unison, my back arched. New rushes of pleasure dived through me and the first of my orgasms exploded in my depths.
My pussy and asshole came alive with bliss. I couldn't speak as my orgasms burst over and over through my body. I could just moan.
“I think she loves it,” laughed the Thrak fucking my pussy.
“She's a cock-hungry slut. And who has a better cock than us?”
“No one,” laughed the first.
“No one,” I croaked in between spasms.
My pussy and asshole writhed about their thrusting cocks, massaging them with my hot, silky flesh. They fucked me faster and faster, maintaining their rhythm, moving as one Thrak. Chaun's powers were amazing.
Orgasm after orgasm rippled through my flesh. The pleasure kept hammering me. My pussy and asshole grew more sensitive. Drinking in more pleasure from their thick shafts slamming into my depths.
“Gewin's mighty cock,” the Thrak fucking my ass grunted. “How's her pussy?”
“Perfect,” panted the other Thrak. “Wet and hot. So tight. She's hungry for our cum.”
“Do you want our cum?”
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Then let's pound the slutty mage,” laughed the Thrak fucking my pussy.
“Yes,” growled the other.
My eyes widened. They pounded me. Hard, slamming thrusts. Their cocks worked faster and faster in and out of me. Two pairs of meaty balls thwacked into my flesh. Both were full of their hot cum. My toes curled as my orgasms' intensities grew.
The pleasure washed over me as I thrashed between them. My holes milked their dicks. I needed their cum in me. I had to have it. I had to gasp and shudder as the pleasure rushed over me. I craved it. I begged for it as I thrashed between them.
“Cum in me,” I moaned over and over. “Flood my holes. Cum in me.”
“Yes,” one Thrak grunted.
“You're going to get so much cum,” the other growled.
“So much.”
“Cum in me!” I answered. “Please, please, cum in me.”
Their dicks both slammed into my holes. Together, they growled, “Gewin's mighty cock.”
Two cocks erupted into my holes. Hot cum spilled into my ass and pussy. My eyes widened as my body absorbed the power from their cum. Orc and changeling cum filled me, the two reserves of pleasure spilling through my body as my holes milked both cocks.
A final orgasm crashed through me. The pleasure rushed to my head. Stars burst before me. I drowned in pleasure. It covered me in warm, sweet darkness. I drifted in bliss as I drank in every drop of rapture.
I was fucked by two Thraks.
I drifted for a while, lost to the pleasure. When my eyes opened, I groaned. I lay on my back, my holes empty. Cum stained my thighs and leaked out of my asshole. I lay on my back, every part of me wonderfully sore.
“Thrak,” I groaned.
“You passed out,” he grinned, moving to me. His cock ring was back. Chaun had left.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
Thrak leaned down and kissed me. He had wiped his lips clean. I would never know which hole had been fucked by which Thrak. And that was okay with me. It was a wonderful experience to enjoy two of my lovers.
~ * ~
Knight-Errant Angela – Lesh-Ke Mountains, Kingdom of Haz
We had entered the mountains two days ago, not long after we left the village of Beth-en. The road had climbed since we entered. Now, just past noon, I believed we had finally reached the crest of the Miliiath Pass. The road seemed to meander down now.
But that could be deceptive. I had learned not to trust downhill slopes. The mountain pass road didn't travel as straight as the map seemed to indicate, and we could walk up again just around the next bend.
It was cooler in the mountains at night, but still warm with summer during the day. The peaks towered over us, snow clinging to their tops. They stood higher than the Lone Mountain that rose over Shesax. I had heard the tallest mountains in the world were found in this range.
The pass was patrolled by the Guardians, a race whose ancestors were humans before the Biomancer Vebrin modified them and merged them with animals. The men were all half-lion while the women were half-octopus. They had made their homes in the mountains and twice we had passed a proud leotaur, his black, panther-like body giving way to a dusky-skinned human torso. He stalked the pass, spear in hand. The octogirl—purportedly, she would be his mate—rode his back. She was as dusky-skinned as her mate, with the torso of a beautiful woman. At her hips, eight thick, purple tentacles with suction cups extended, her “tentacle-legs” wrapped tight about the body of her mate. She had a bow clutched in her hand.
“Knight,” both pair of Guardians had nodded as we passed.
Sophia had a speculative look in her eye the first time she saw an octogirl. Those tentacles did look fun. And the leotaur male was handsome and strong. I wondered what sort of cock he had hidden in his tawny fur.
“There is an overgrown road ahead,” Xera called out, snapping me out of my reflection of the past days. “And I found a fallen stone sign with Dwarvish. I think it is the path to Khan.”
My stomach twisted. “Let's follow it.”
Sophia sighed beside me while Chaun flicked the reins of his gray-coated mare and trotted up to the trail. He was eager for the adventure. I smiled at Sophia and took her hand as she rode beside me. “I'll be with you in the darkness.”
“I know,” she smiled. “Still...we have no idea what we'll face down there. No one knows what destroyed the dwarf kingdom. It had to be bad, though. Everyone says dwarves were fierce fighters.”
“We'l
l be fine.” We had to be. We needed adamantium, and it was only found in one place—the mines of Modan deep beneath our feet.
We rode up the trail, Xera and Thrak in the lead. We had to go single file. The brush had grown over the trail. It had been centuries since Modan had fallen and Khan, the kingdom's above ground outpost, had been abandoned. In a quarter hour, we burst out of the brush and came upon a squat, ruined fortress, plants growing up the side, tree roots buckling up the paving stones.
In there was the entrance into the Fallen Kingdom of Modan. I dismounted my horse. “Let's search for the opening.”
My stomach twisted. Sophia was right to be afraid. The Dwarves had been powerful. Hopefully, whatever had destroyed them was long gone. It had been centuries since their downfall.
Chapter Forty-Nine: Pitfalls
Xerathalasia – Ruins of Khan, Kingdom of Haz
I smiled as I led my party into the ruins of the dwarven fortress of Khan. The wide entrance that pierced the thick, stone wall led to a courtyard. The ground had been covered by paving stones, yet despite that plants and trees had grown. The tree roots buckled up the thick paving stones. Swaths of dirt, pushed in by centuries of weather, allowed grasses and shrubs to grow.
Nature reclaimed what the dwarves had stolen. It gave me hope. Since I left the forests, it had saddened me to witness how the humans of the Magery of Thosi and the Kingdom of Haz cleared away the natural features and plants to build their homes of dead wood and unliving stone.
But nature would one day take it back.
My ears twitched as I paused in the center of the courtyard, my eyes drinking in the beauty. My ears twitched again as I slowly turned. Angela, Thrak, Sophia, and Chaun stared at me, their eyes curious. They must assume I was searching for traps or secrets, relying on my keen, elven senses.
“Well?” Thrak rumbled. “How do we get down into the tunnels?”
“I do not know,” I answered him.
“There should be a tunnel,” Sophia said. She pulled a map drawn on aged-brown paper and unfolded it. She had removed the map from the Library of Khalesithan. It was a detailed map of the known world. “See, there is a marking here at Khan. That's the point of this place, to lead down to the dwarf kingdom.”
“Let's start searching,” Angela said. “Faoril, I think now is as good a time as any to put the horses to sleep.”
“Yes,” the mage agreed before downing a vial of Thrak's cum. She slipped off her mare Buttercup. Faoril gave the dun horse a gentle pat on the nose. Over a month ago, Faoril had hated both riding and Buttercup, but now the mage sat a horse as well as Angela, Sophia, and Chaun. “You're going to have sweet dreams. Yes, you are.”
The four horses were brought together and their saddles and saddlebags stripped off. Though Faoril did not speak as she unleashed her magic, I could hear her voice whispering on the wind. The horses' eyes blinked. They swayed and whinnied. Then their eyes closed and their heads drooped. They slept standing up.
“Now to put them in stasis and hide them,” Faoril said, more for our benefit. Maybe she thought we had forgotten the plan.
The horses wavered. The air danced around them, distorting the four mounts, then they vanished. I sniffed the air. Even their scent was hidden. I nodded my head, impressed by the skill of her magic. Faoril herself gave a self-satisfied nod and turned around.
“Okay, let's find the entrance,” Angela said. “I wager it's beneath the central keep.”
“That makes a logical sense,” I agreed.
“It should be pretty big, correct?” asked Thrak. “I remember from my history lessons that much trade passed through here. I would imagine it needed a wide entrance to allow a greater flow of traffic.”
“Yes, that makes sense,” Faoril nodded. “It should line up with the entrance we walked through. Xera, is there a path?”
I peered at the ground. There was wear on the paving stones. It was slight, and it was on the stones leading from the keep. I followed the path, everyone trailing behind me, and came upon a stone wall of the keep.
“Well, that didn't work out like I thought it would.”
“No, no,” I said. “This was covered up. The stones here are newer. The dwarves bricked up this wall.”
“That's great,” muttered Thrak.
“I could use my magic,” Faoril said. “Though I might bring the entire keep down. I can't be sure without an examination.”
“Well, there still might be another way down,” Angela insisted. “So they closed up the big hole. We still need to search the keep. Meanwhile, Faoril can conduct her inspection.”
“I'll need Thrak's help.”
“Of course you will,” Chaun smiled, his velvety voice a soft purr.
“He is knowledgeable about engineering,” protested Faoril. “That's all.”
“Absolutely, madam mage.”
My pussy grew wet as Chaun bowed, his tight hose clinging to his gorgeous ass. I would have to enjoy Chaun tonight. It was my turn. The three ladies in the party who were interested took turns with him. It was only fair. “I would enjoy your company.”
The changeling bard turned his smile to me. He was as close to a male elf as you could get, no breasts, but his slim body and pointed ears made up for that. And his cock. It was an impressive specimen.
“We're supposed to be searching,” Angela said.
“Yes, searching,” Sophia agreed. “I guess that leaves me with my Mistress.” Angela's cheeks warmed as Sophia pressed up to the knight's side.
“Remember, just searching,” Chaun winked at Angela.
The keep was dark inside, but my eyes were keen and Sophia used a prayer from her goddess to conjure a light. We split up and passed into different rooms. I had to duck. Only Thrak was taller than me. Dwarves, apparently, were shorter than humans. Even Faoril, the shortest member of our group, would have to duck to navigate the halls.
Dust kicked up around Chaun's and my feet as we moved deeper. My nose wrinkled. No one had trod these steps in years. The stones were in better condition the deeper we went. Nature had little effect on them.
“Stairs.” I pointed to a dark opening.
Chaun's silver-white hair almost glowed in the near darkness, especially contrasting against his dark skin. He peered where I pointed and sighed. “I'll take your word, noble elf. I don't think I'll be much use in the search.”
“Just put your hands on my hips and follow,” I answered.
“Is that the only place you want me to put my hands?”
My pussy burned. “There'll be plenty of time for that tonight.”
I shivered as his hands grasped my hips. His thumbs stroked my naked flesh. I pressed my thighs together, taking a moment to relieve the throbbing itch afflicting my clit before I pressed forward. I brushed aside a cobweb and then descended the stairs.
Cool, damp, musty air wafted up at us. I sniffed. “There's water in the air. The current is cool. It smells different from the rest of the keep.”
“Promising,” Chaun said, then bumped into me. His codpiece rubbed on my naked ass. Beneath it was his cock.
I took a deep breath and kept descending.
It grew to near darkness. Even my eyes were having trouble seeing more than a few feet before me. The stones grew damp beneath my feet before I reached the bottom. My ears twitched as I turned my head, searching for the source of the air current. It came from the right of the stairs.
I took two steps and paused. Chaun bumped into me again. “What?” he asked.
“Tripwire. Very fine.” I bent down and stared at the taut piece of string across the ground. My eyes blinked. “It's made of crystal as fine as my hair.”
“Impressive. What's it connected to?”
“Don't move.”
I followed the tripwire, crawling on my knees, my large breasts hanging before me. It led to a mechanism in the wall. I had little experience with such things. I gazed up at the ceiling, then down at the floor.
The stones around the tripwire we
re different. There was a delineated gap in the mortar between certain stones. It formed a circle that Chaun stood at the near center of. I swallowed. I was at the edge of the circle. “I think the floor falls away. We need to warn the others that there are traps.”
“Indeed.” Chaun's voice was strangled.
~ * ~
Knight-Errant Angela
“Stairs must be important,” Sophia said, holding the glowing ball of pink light before her. She peered down the narrow staircase leading down into shadows.
“Yeah, it has to be in the basement,” I agreed.
Sophia went first. She clutched her enchanted dagger in the other hand. It didn't glow at all. The blade was enchanted to reveal danger, so the ruins were safe. Her steps echoed as she marched into the darkness. My armor clinked, the sounds echoing through the ruins.
“Oh, this is an improvement. There's a high ceiling.” Sophia reached the bottom and held the ball up. “I think it's a storeroom. There's a bunch of rotted casks.” Her nose wrinkled. “And it smells wet and damp down here.”
I joined her, my gaze sweeping around. There were several tunnels leading off of this room, but Sophia's light didn't fall too far down them. The air felt damp down here, and the musty reek made my nose wrinkle.
“Which one should we try?” I asked.
Sophia shrugged. “How about that one?”
Her white robes swirled about her legs as she marched across the room. I strode right behind her. A crystal crunched beneath her feet. Sophia froze and peered down at her feet as the sound of crystals tinkling against stone echoed through the room.
“I think I stepped on a string of cr—” Sophia's words ended in a yelp as she was suddenly yanked upside down by her right ankle and hauled towards the ceiling. Her robe fell down exposing her legs, ass, and pussy, bunching up at her belt. She slowly spun. “Sophia.”
Panic filled her voice. I responded with laughter.
“It's not funny,” she said as she slowly turned. She struggled, and that only made her spin faster. “Get me down.”
“Now, now,” I said as her naked ass spun past me. “That's no way to talk to your mistress.”
