by Randi Darren
Fes gave a tiny bow of her head.
“Good. Know that I love you, Berenga.”
The Orc’s eyes widened, her skin prickling along the length of her body. Vince took a step up onto the bed and then settled in behind the Orc.
Using his hands, he forced her knees a bit further apart, her hips lower, her stomach down towards the bed, and her shoulders up.
Then he carefully sunk his fingers into her hair and then gripped into it.
Looking down, he angled himself until the tip rested against her moist entry. Then he pushed forward into his Fes roughly. Pulling back on her hair, he didn’t stop until his hilt was flush with her lips.
Drawing his hips back, he looked up from their joining and set his eyes on Thera. He watched the Dark Elf intently as he began to thrust in and out of Fes. Thera met his eyes for a second before looking to Fes instead.
Reaching out with his gift, he penetrated her mind and then forced her to meet his gaze. Then he prodded at her thoughts with lust and desire. Staring into her.
Fes moaned, pushing her hips back into him, her neck straining as his hold on her bent her inexorably towards him.
He wormed thoughts of sex into Thera’s mind. Thought of her trading places with Fes. Being moved into different positions.
It was then that he felt Thera reach the cusp of what she could tolerate. He released her mind and looked to Elysia. Blue eyes met his and skittered away immediately.
Pinning her mind as easily as Thera’s, he began to dump everything into her. Suggestions, desires, implications. The sounds she’d make instead. Forcing her to meet his eyes just as he had Thera.
Elysia began panting heavily, her hands pressing into her stomach.
The Orc warrior started to grunt with every heavy thrust of Vince’s. He’d kept his speed low, but his strength up. Vince only plowed his hips into hers harder and harder, while pulling back on her hair.
Elysia hit her breaking point faster than Thera. She started to hunch over herself, her hands pressing into her lower abdomen firmly.
Vince was forced to exit her mind and leap into Eva’s.
Eva was the easiest to spread out and pin inside her own mind. She was already full of desire and he flamed it. Flamed it hard and breathed burning life into it. He yanked hard on her mentally, forcing her eyes to meet his own as he loaded her full of thoughts and ideas.
And simple, unadulterated lust.
His lap smacked into Fes with loud cracks, his tip driving deep into her. What had been building for several minutes was coming up to a climax.
Releasing Eva, who collapsed to her knees and leaned into Elysia’s side, he then slipped into Daphne, Karya, and Meliae at the same time.
Using them as a font, he channeled the worst lust, domination, and ownership he could into their minds.
At the same time, he pushed forward, forcing Fes to collapse into the bed, her face being pressed into the comforter. He set his knees in to the back of hers, gripped her shoulders with one hand, his other buried in her hair, and began thrusting into her with reckless abandon.
Reaching inside of her mind, he found what he could only describe as her pleasure center.
Then he lit it up like lightning bolt going through a tree.
Moments later, he hit his peak, pushing hard into her as deeply as he could. At the same time, he tried to boil the minds of his Dryads with his climax.
Fes moaned each time as he drove deep into her, pushing his seed as deeply as possible. The quivering Orc moaned into the bed while clenching and unclenching her hands in the comforter.
Pulling himself out of Fes, and mentally disengaging from her, Vince shuffled back on his knees. Taking a seat on his shins, Vince surveyed his work.
Fes’s knees went out from under her and she lay in the bed. A moaning, gasping mess. She shook from head to toe. Her legs spasmed once or twice, her eyes distant as she gazed out at nothing.
Then he released the Dryads from his mental domination and looked to Karya.
“Clean it,” Vince said, pointing at his stained member. It oozed seed and was liberally coated in Fes’s own liquid.
The demand was heavy in tone. There was no room for argument. Only obeisance.
Karya leapt forward, her hands pressing to his knees as her mouth engulfed him hungrily. She pushed him down her throat and closed her eyes as her lips wrapped around his hilt.
Soft suckling noises could be heard as she did her best to obey. Inside her mouth, her tongue spun crazily, wildly, around his length. Scrubbing him with it.
“Thank you, Karya,” Vince said, petting Karya’s head as she worked diligently.
“Daphne, please take our Fes and set her down so she can watch.”
Daphne moved forward, her gaze locked on Karya’s head as she lifted Fes from the bed. Gathering up the Orc like a child, she set her down on the ground with her back against the wall.
He patted Karya on the brow. “That’s enough.”
Karya slid her head back and her lips came free with a pop. She gave him a cat-who-got-the-canary smile and watched him from under her brows as she slithered back towards her original spot. Slowly, she got to her feet and leaned up against the wall.
Vince tugged gently on the trees inside him as he lifted a hand to Petra.
Immediately, he could feel the trees revitalize him, pushing energy into him so he could perform again.
The soldier ant came forward slowly, concern written on her features. Vince realized the reason for her hesitation. He could never bend her over as he had Fes.
Crooking a finger to her, he waited with a smile.
Petra sidled up beside the bed and then moved in close.
He pressed his lips to her ear.
“Lay on your back, my soldier. I want you to make eye contact with everyone, make sure you watch them, as they watch you. I want you to feel their eyes on you. To know that you’re being watched. That is my desire of you, my desire of my second. I love you.”
Vince pulled back from her ear and waited.
Petra’s face turned a deep scarlet. Then she lifted herself up, and carefully laid herself down on the bed, her torso and abdomen facing the ceiling. Then she spread her six legs and laid her arms down beside her head.
Shifting forward, Vince took himself in his right hand. His tip caught in her lips and he pushed the head into her. Hitching his knees up under her topmost pair of legs, he set his knees into her sides.
Pinning her wrists together with his left hand, he clenched his hand shut.
Reaching up with his right hand, he casually thumbed a nipple and fondled her breasts. Then he sunk the full length of himself into her with one smooth movement.
Petra inhaled quickly and laid her head back on the edge of the bed. With his free right hand, he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her head back and to the side, forcing her eyes up to the others.
Where he’d started hard and slow with Fes, with Petra he went fast and deliberate.
Wet sloshing noises could be heard under Petra’s high-pitched whining moans. Gripping tight into the flesh of her forearms, Vince linked back into Thera’s mind.
Looking up, he snared her with his eyes and devoured her mentally again. He turned loose on her all the feelings of his previous climax and enjoying Petra right here and now. The feeling of her, and how it would feel if it was her.
Her soft Elven body being broken beneath him.
She lasted almost as long as the first time before he was forced to turn her loose. Her knees buckled as he did so, but she regained her balance and kept standing. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth hung open.
Petra was whimpering and moaning beneath him, her hips bucking wildly as he pummeled her.
Instead of taking Elysia and Eva separately, after seeing how little Thera could handle, he grabbed them both together with his thoughts.
Encouraged by Petra’s wild abandon, he drowned Elysia and Eva in the dark part of his mind. The part that had b
een waking up from his Dryads. The part that wanted to bend and break them to his will.
To break his Elves and demean them as the concubines they called themselves.
He dumped an endless stream of thoughts and desires into them. Most specifically, he forced their own perspectives into what was being done to Petra. To make them live it out as if it were them.
Elysia crumpled immediately, dropping down to her bottom and sitting on the floor. Eva slumped over and lay in Elysia’s lap as they stared at Vince, and he stared back at them.
Petra’s legs shot up and pressed into the ceiling above them as she cried out. Vince lifted her arms further above her head, pulling harder at her hair. Her head was twisted further, bending her like the plaything she wanted to be.
Vince felt his climax spiral out rapidly, and he had to cut Elysia and Eva loose a touch rougher than he’d wanted.
Then he smashed his way into the minds of all three Dryads again. Winding them rapidly into his orgasm, he dragged them mentally through his wants and emotions.
Slipping into Petra’s mind, he burned up the part of her mind that he now recognized as her pleasure center from his experience with Berenga.
Petra made a hiccup-like noise that turned into a gurgling moan as her body went rigid.
Vince ground himself up against his soldier ant as he unloaded his hot seed into her. Holding his breath as his body shuddered, Vince pumped into her twice more.
He grunted as he finished. Easing himself back from her, his eyes fell on her slit. It pulsed and quivered, a small trickle of what he’d left behind seeping out.
Taking a seat on his backside, he put his knees out in front of himself. Finally, he released the three Dryads from his mental chokehold after he calmed down.
Meeting Daphne’s eyes, he started to lift his hand to point to his crotch. It was once more slick with thick seed and whatever Petra had left on him.
He hadn’t even opened his mouth to give her the order before she practically appeared in front of him, her hands pushing his knees apart to get more access to him.
She buried his tip in her throat and moaned lewdly, pressing her face hard against his lower stomach as if to get more. Her hands gripped his nuts and began to knead them, as if she could milk him directly.
Wrapping his hand into her hair, he pushed her head in closer, making sure she kept deepthroating him. He was almost sure she couldn’t even breathe at this point.
“That’s great, Daphne. Just like that,” Vince murmured, fingers curling in her hair tighter. Daphne mewled and sucked harder on him in response.
“Karya, pick up our second and settle her. Just like Fes, please.”
Responding immediately, Karya slid her arms under Petra and lifted her easily. She carried her to the corner and set her down, propping her head up on Fes’s shoulder.
They’re so strong now. All that magical energy straight into their trees clearly changed them.
Letting go of Daphne’s head, he pulled on the trees inside him again. Once more he felt his sex drive surge, his energy skyrocket.
“Daphne, Karya, bring me Meliae. Put her on her back. One of you hold her left arm and leg, the other her right arm and leg. Keep her splayed and open for me.
“Do well, and I’ll reward you both later.”
As if they were wolves on a scent, Daphne peeled herself off Vince as Karya’s head whipped around. Meliae blinked and took a step back before the other two Dryads attacked her.
They wrapped her up with strong arms and hands, lifting her bodily from the ground. Then dropped her onto the bed in front of Vince like a sacrifice. Daphne and Karya then cranked her arms and legs back, spreading her wide for him.
The view was lovely. He admired the full-chested and curvy little Dryad.
Vince crawled atop her, set the tip to her entrance, and slammed himself into her dripping channel.
Meliae let out a gasp that turned into a deep moan. Her arms and legs spasmed against Daphne and Karya. Vince bit her ear fiercely, almost to the point of drawing blood.
“My precious Dryad. Time to show everyone what you Dryads want. I’ve been pulling in the Elves for part of this. This time, I’m going to let everyone dwell in your mind. To share all those nasty thoughts and wants that pop up in there,” Vince promised.
He knew her mind. She couldn’t help herself. She’d have thoughts that would burn her with shame. Shame that would burn hot and fierce, in turn making her want more, and then burn even deeper with shame.
Meliae made a soft squeak as she thought on his words.
“From you, my third, I want your eggs. All of them. I want you to make as many of them available as you can. We’re going to see how many I can seed in one load. Your eggs are mine, I might as well fertilize them all. Right?”
“Yes,” whispered Meliae. He couldn’t mistake the excitement, mind-crushing shame, and want in her voice. “Yours. All yours. Every one.”
“Good.”
Meliae’s eyes were fully green, and glowing now.
To start, Vince gently cupped the minds of Fes and Petra, then opened a window into Meliae’s from their own.
Then he grabbed the minds of his Elves, Daphne, and Karya, then linked them to Meliae’s directly. Then he opened up the floodgates to Meliae and let it crash over them all with every single memory of what he’d ever done to Meliae.
And then showed them every one of her desires of him.
Easing her head to the side with his brow, he bit deep into her neck, sucking hard. He was intent to mark her visibly.
He rocked his hips back and forth as hard and fast as he could, driving his shaft through her like a hammer pounding on a nail.
The tiny Dryad shuddered with each blow of his hips, her voice coming out in gasps and grunting moans.
Reaching up with his left hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, forcing her to meet the eyes of all three Elves, along with Petra and Fes. It also forced her to bare more of her neck to him.
Letting go with his teeth, he drove them back into a different stretch of unblemished pale skin. For a moment, he swore he tasted blood in his mouth.
Meliae cried out, her body flexing. Daphne and Karya held her in place, forcing her to accept everything.
Vince glanced up to find the three Elves, Fes, and Petra all staring at Meliae as they were flooded with sexual scenes, emotions, needs, and the twisted desires of a Dryad.
Thera finally succumbed and sunk slowly to her knees to lean up against Elysia.
Meliae, lost in her own world, cried out between hip-shaking, breathtaking thrusts.
“More! Harder! Harder! Break me!”
As she always managed, she spurred him on. That strange magic that she held over his libido.
“Defile me! Own me! Fill me with your seed,” she cried out, only to be silenced with a grunt as he hammered his member home into her. “Your personal flowerpot!” She grunted, then moaned as his hips crashed into her over and over. “All of your seed into me!”
Releasing the bruised flesh in his teeth, he bit down where her neck met her shoulder.
Meliae whimpered, deliberately turning her head further, offering up more flesh to him.
The pounding she was taking was audible. Each and every slap of flesh punctuated with filthy demands from the Dryad’s sweet mouth and full lips between growling grunts and moans.
Vince gave in to the need and pumped her as hard as he could, his member rapidly expanding and flexing as he unloaded syrupy seed into her.
As he’d done with the other two, he sent enough stimulation through her pleasure center to even melt a Dryad’s wanton nature.
“Yes! Yes! Give me it!” Meliae cried, her voice breaking as it became a wordless scream. Her thighs and arms pulled hard at her Dryad handlers, desperately trying to wrap herself around Vince so he couldn’t pull away if he tried.
Then, he pushed the Elves, both Dryads, Fes, and Petra’s minds into Meliae’s hip-breaking orgasm.
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nbsp; Gasping out a breath, Vince pushed hard against Meliae, who ground her hips into him, squeezing the walls of her channel for all she was worth. Her breath was caught as her scream ended, unable to even breathe.
As the last burst left him, he collapsed atop his Dryad.
His eyes focused on the naked Elves against the wall, who looked dazed. He unclipped everyone from Meliae and closed the window into her mind. As everyone was released from the communal orgasm, Meliae finally took a breath.
As one, the Elves sat taking gulping breaths against one another.
Looking to the used and naked Fes and Petra, he found they looked wiped out.
Daphne and Karya let go of Meliae’s limbs and then started to bicker quietly about something over his head.
The now released Meliae slumped into the bed, her arms and legs too heavy to lift.
“I love it,” she gasped. “When you break me.” Meliae took another deep breath. “Sweetling.”
Vince chuckled once at that.
Four hands promptly eased him onto his back, away from Meliae. He slid out of her, the tip dripping with seed and smeared with fluid from hilt to head.
Daphne and Karya’s heads appeared by his groin. Vince was tired but realized what they’d been arguing about. Laying a hand on each of their heads, he eased them towards his shaft.
They each took a side, starting at the base. Their lips pressed against each other’s around his girth. Each ran their tongues over him greedily and inched their way to the top.
Their tongues battled back and forth when they reached the end. Before they could get into trouble, Vince tightened his hands in their hair.
Then he pulled Daphne’s head down along his length. He forced her head up and down twice slowly. Leisurely.
After that, he pulled her back and forced Karya to deepthroat him next. Pushing her head down an extra third time, he then released them both and let out an exhausted sigh.
Both Dryads went back to taking turns downing him. Licking and slurping at him. Four hands squeezed and fondled his jewels as they chattered back and forth quietly.
