Mercenaries

Literotic asexstories – Mercenaries by superukashaka,superukashaka
The mahuts, robust yellow birds of impressive size, hauled the carriage down the jagged canyon using thick ropes. The carriage, designed for stability over speed, carried its three passengers leisurely down the rocky incline. With little to do or see, the journey could have been more varied. The view from their window was a repetitive panorama of the same dull canyon, with a narrow path barely wide enough to accommodate the carriage between the craggy walls. The only signs of life were the four mercenaries vigilantly guarding the carriage.

Nerida, Brenda, and Loren occupied the cushioned seats, inching toward the valley and the capital. They had been traversing this route for the better part of the day, with much more still to cover. The sole benefit of this desolate journey was the time saved: a few weeks, to be precise. The carriage was spacious, capable of accommodating six individuals on its two benches. Additionally, it had two foldable seats for extra room while the luggage was stowed on the roof.

As the day waned, they contemplated setting up camp when one of the guards sensed something amiss in their surroundings. He halted the caravan and summoned the men for a discussion. A vague sense of unease hung in the air; something felt out of place, but they couldn’t grasp it.

“What’s the delay? Nightfall is near; we should set up camp,” Loren, the matriarch of the travelers, asked with a hint of impatience. She squinted into the gathering dusk, observing the men clustered around their leader. “All I see is the same rocky path as before. Does anyone else see anything different?”

Beside her, Brenda squinted through the window, trying to discern anything unusual. “There are a few bushes down there, but not nearly enough to obstruct our path or provide cover for anyone,” she observed.

“I thought I heard something a few moments ago, but it might have just been my imagination,” Lance, an exiled elf ranger and leader of the mercenaries guarding the carriage, admitted. “And I believe Gray heard it too.” At the mention of his name, Lance’s companion, a large silver wolf named Gray, perked up his ears and began to growl softly, unable to pinpoint the source of danger. “That’s not a good sign,” Lance noted, observing the wolf’s confusion. “Gray, fan out. Find what’s wrong,” he ordered. The wolf acknowledged the command and swiftly darted away.

“Do we have any idea who might be tailing us?” Bark, a retired human knight, inquired. He had been recruited to lend an extra sword a few years ago but had transformed into a solid party piece. The man was as big as they come, tall and muscular, and sported an enviable mustache. And so far, he had only encountered rocks and shrubs.

“It wasn’t exactly the sound of someone moving that I heard; honestly, it wasn’t really a sound at all.”

“What did you hear, then? What’s got you spooked? It’s nothing but rocks around here, and we don’t have any enemies nearby!” Gurk, a half-orc barbarian, declared. His battle-ax was already in his hand, poised for action.

“A feeling,” Lance stated. “The same sensation I get whenever I’m near magic.”

“That figures,” Gurk responded. “There have been rumors circulating about a reckless young wizard thief haunting these hills,” he said nonchalantly, looking away.

“What? And why didn’t you think to mention this earlier?” Loren demanded, attempting to assert her role as the group’s leader. She had been the one to insist on this route despite the mercenaries’ warnings about the perils of traversing the canyon.

“I don’t buy into rumors unless I see evidence with my eyes. And mind control sounds stupid. It can’t be done,” Gurk replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“You should have mentioned it anyway, Gurk. You can’t withhold information from the group!” Lance protested, but Gurk merely shrugged. The dismissive gesture infuriated Lance. The young elf ranger was notorious for his short fuse. His frustration was exacerbated by his inability to identify their stalker. “Let’s hope it’s not him, or you’ll have to deal with me,” he retorted.

“Is that a threat?” Gurk growled in response.

“Here we go again,” Bark muttered, shaking his head. Then, he said, “Where the hell is Gunther?”

The tension inside the carriage was palpable. The three girls’ hearts pounded furiously, their minds spinning with potential scenarios in anticipation of an attack. They exchanged knowing glances, and Brenda’s heart pounded even harder as she wondered what it would feel like if bandits caught them. Her thoughts often wandered to such fantasies whenever the opportunity arose.

“Everything will be fine,” Loren reassured her younger friends. She turned to Brenda, noticing her flushed cheeks. Loren suspected the cause of her blush and attempted to lighten the mood. “Brenda, I know you’re thinking about all the rumors and stories, but it’s best to take them with a grain of salt,” she advised, giving her a knowing look. “You might not enjoy being taken against your will.”

Brenda’s blush deepened, impossible to conceal against her fair complexion. “I can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone,” she confessed to Loren.

Nerida, the youngest of the three and only just catching up with the conversation, asked, “What can’t you help thinking about?” She was oblivious to her friend’s fantasy-filled thoughts.

“Oh, she’s talking about being swept off her feet by a group of men, isn’t that right, Brenda?” Loren replied, glancing at her blushing friend with a playful smile. She gently nudged Brenda in the ribs, encouraging her to join the banter. Brenda had once confided in her during a drunken night at one of their gatherings. However, Loren wasn’t sure how serious Brenda had been. “There was this one time she even mentioned wanting to participate in a… what did you call it? A gang bang?” Loren continued to tease her friend.

Nerida, not quite grasping her friend’s fantasies, asked, “What’s a gang bang?”

“It’s similar to an orgy, but there’s only one woman and multiple men,” her older friend explained. Brenda’s face couldn’t have turned any redder.

Nerida’s eyes widened in disbelief. She found her friend’s fantasies utterly absurd. The thought of engaging in sexual activities with strangers had never crossed her mind, and the notion of sharing a lover with others was even less so.

“I can’t help it,” Brenda confessed. “I find the image of being surrounded by co…” She glanced at her young, uncomfortable friend, then continued, “…penises, incredibly arousing.” Her comment made Loren laugh while Nerida recoiled in her seat.

A few leagues away, tucked behind a rocky outcrop, a young wizard named Travis Sollers lay in wait. He was anticipating the arrival of a new caravan, preparing to make his move. Hidden behind a jagged rock formation at the ravine’s edge, he clumsily concealed himself with a spell far beyond his skill level. The magic flickered and vibrated, likely why Lance had managed to detect it. However, it still served to hide him from his prey, thanks to the heat vapors rising from the stones, which created ripples similar to those caused by his faulty spell.

Travis Sollers was a disgraced wizard, expelled from the High Tower due to his unsavory tendencies and attempts to manipulate women into obeying his commands. Travis possessed a unique talent for controlling others, a skill that was deeply frowned upon in the wizarding world. It was often dismissed as a mere myth, given that such a talent hadn’t been documented for a millennium.

Travis possessed all the qualifications to be a successful wizard. Still, his behavior and utter lack of trustworthiness led to his expulsion. His situation worsened when he began auctioning off his singular talent to the highest bidder, prompting the king to initiate a manhunt to capture the rogue wizard. Travis narrowly escaped through the city’s waste system and has been on the run ever since. This unfortunate soul hadn’t been apprehended yet because the king didn’t want to expose his troops’ blunder or incite his subjects with the knowledge that a potential threat was freely roaming their kingdom. However, he did distribute sketches of Travis’s face to every city and insignificant hamlet, branding him a thief with orders to apprehend him. He offered a substantial reward for his capture. Despite these measures, rumors had begun to circulate.

Despite the overwhelming odds, the washed-up wizard had a strategy. He was confident that if he could catch the eye of the Assassin’s Guild, he might secure some protection in return for his services. Regrettably, the alleged city where the Guild’s head operated was miles away from his current location, and the journey was dangerous for him. Consequently, he had spent the past few weeks manipulating the caravan passengers into letting him hitch a ride. His control was fleeting, forcing him to constantly switch from one unsuspecting victim to another. Regrettably, he planned to pass through Bregg Canyon in one trip. Still, he dozed off during the journey due to the effort of maintaining the spell for so long, shattering his focus. He nearly got himself killed by the rightful owners of the carriage he had previously commandeered.

And so, there he was, sizing up his next target. This would be a challenge; the mercenaries guarding the carriage were no amateurs. They had nearly nabbed him. However, fortune seemed to favor him as the carriage had stopped, and the mercenaries’ arguments had grown increasingly heated. Individuals consumed by intense emotions were ideal for manipulation, but he needed to act swiftly before their quarrel cooled.

Gunther, a druid by trade and a libertine by preference, had his ear pressed against the carriage, engrossed in the risqué conversation the women were having inside. Their fantasies were stirring his desires. “A gang bang?” He pondered, astounded that someone as refined as Brenda could harbor such desires. Her impeccable upbringing and extensive education seemed at odds with such wild fantasies. Yet, he found himself yearning to be a part of it. The thought of Brenda’s voluptuous curves ignited a fire in him every time she sauntered by.

“Hey, Gunther! Where’ve you got to?” Gunther heard Bark’s voice cutting through Lance and Gurk’s argument clamor.

“I’m over here,” Gunther replied, extricating himself from his position near the carriage.

“Were you eavesdropping on the ladies again?” Bark hissed. “I’ve warned you about this before!”

“What? They’re my friends. I was just trying to understand them better to protect them more effectively,” Gunther fibbed. His motives for spying on the ladies were unclear even to him. They stirred his imagination, filling it with wild fantasies of what he might do if given the opportunity. Gunther was aware of his shyness, which often held him back from making a move. Moreover, he needed to be more knowledgeable about how to initiate anything with women of their caliber.

“I’m going to have to report this to Lance. You’re acting like a total creep!”

“Come on, man!” He objected.

“No way, man! This is a violation of trust,” Bark retorted, walking towards the front of the caravan. Lance was there, still embroiled in a heated argument with Gurk. Both had dismounted their mahuts and were shouting at each other.

“Lance!” Bark called out to his leader.

“What!?” The young elf retorted, his face twisted into a scowl. Realizing his outburst was uncalled for, he quickly added, “I’m sorry, that was unprofessional,” offering an immediate apology for his behavior.

“I’m here to report the disappointing behavior of one of our peers,” Bark stated, shooting a sideways glance at Gunther.

“Were you spying on the girls again, Gunther?” Lance asked, his tone stern. “I’ve told you before, you can’t do that! It’s creepy, man.” He turned to Gurk, his gaze conveying a silent request, to which Gurk responded with a nod.

Gurk seized the smaller human by the arm and taunted, “What was so fascinating that you couldn’t tear your ear away from the carriage?” His tone was mocking as he questioned Gunther.

Gunther felt his cheeks flush. Why did they always have to tease him?

“It was nothing!” Gunther retorted defensively. “It wasn’t even that interesting. I swear!” he implored.

“Out with it, lad!” Gurk demanded. The barbarian gave Gunther a vigorous shake, then leaned in, peering intensely into his eyes as he reiterated, “Out with it.”

Gunther found himself unable to resist. He could never hold back when people invaded his personal space, especially someone as imposing as Gurk. “They were discussing sex and the thrill of being taken by strangers,” he confessed. The men’s ears perked up instinctively, prompting Gunther to continue, “Brenda even mentioned she fancied a gangbang! And the others seemed to like the idea.” The last part wasn’t entirely true, but Gunther’s perception often strayed from reality.

The revelation left them all stunned. Even for Gunther, this story was a shocker. Lance and Bark exchanged looks of utter disbelief. The idea of laying a hand on any of the three women they were sworn to protect was unthinkable. Even the stern and unassuming Nerida, with her angelic face, was off-limits, her figure a mystery concealed beneath her voluminous attire. As for the other two, they were the stuff of a man’s most lascivious fantasies.

Travis watched as the final mercenary joined the others, hoisted by the mustachioed man. The conflict was intensifying, providing him with the perfect opportunity. He needed them to turn on each other, to whittle down their numbers. Then, the aspiring wizard could order the survivor to transport him wherever necessary, particularly if he was slightly injured. As for the women in the carriage, he’d figure out what to do with them once they were alone.

Travis’ magic was a dormant talent. He didn’t require a wand or incantations to wield it, but he needed to direct it with words. Ideally, the command should be brief, which was why the mental state of his target was crucial. He focused on his gift and unleashed his spell with a single phrase: “Surrender to your primal desires.” This urged them to succumb to the apparent rage coursing through their veins.

Regrettably, rage was not the dominant emotion coursing through their veins. It was lust. Furthermore, each envisioned their own version of a tryst with the three women. Then the spell struck them, and it hit with a vengeance. Their fleeting thoughts, previously subconscious images that would typically dissipate in seconds, began to morph into desires. They all sensed something was amiss, but they found affirmation when they glanced at each other. And their desires metamorphosed into action.

Brenda and Nerida gazed at Loren in astonishment as she regaled them with tales of her recent dalliance with a young nobleman. He was reportedly quite adept at cunnilingus, and, according to Loren’s account, she had reached the pinnacle of pleasure five times in one night, all thanks to his expertise.

“And he manipulated his tongue in this peculiar manner…” Loren began, only to be abruptly interrupted by Nerida.

“I believe I’ve heard enough. I really don’t need to know how he employs his tongue,” Nerida interjected, visibly flustered.

“I understand it sounds bizarre, but he possessed this uncanny ability to elongate his tongue, and it felt delightful when he…” Loren persisted, blatantly disregarding her young friend’s discomfort.

“Thump, Thump.” Someone knocking on the door echoed through the room, causing the three women to jump in surprise. They knew they weren’t alone on this journey, but it was unusual for anyone to approach them in such a manner.

“Yes?” Loren queried, “What’s the matter?”

“Ladies, could you please step off the carriage? We have a matter to discuss,” Bark requested, his voice heavy with seriousness.

“What could possibly be so important?” Loren retorted, “We’re in the midst of a conversation here.”

“Ladies, please,” Bark persisted.

“Alright, alright. We’re coming,” Loren conceded, swinging open the door and stepping off the carriage. Nerida trailed behind her.

Stepping out of the carriage, they were met with their companions swarming around them, looking at their clothes and bodies with such fervor that the ladies were left utterly flabbergasted. Brenda’s mouth hung open in shock, prompting her to shut it. “I think I’ll stay in the carriage,” the voluptuous girl declared, lingering at the carriage entrance. But as she attempted to shut the door, Gunther intervened.

“That’s fine; I can fill you in inside,” Gunther offered, a peculiar smile playing on his lips as he nudged his way into the carriage, shutting the door behind him. This left the other two girls encircled by the remaining mercenaries.

The two women exchanged glances, perplexed by the sudden shift in the mercenaries’ demeanor. Yet, their eyes had an undeniable spark, a palpable excitement. Nerida’s gaze swept over the scene, landing on Bark, who had discarded his shirt, revealing a muscular torso. His well-defined muscles and dense brown hair covering his chest were on full display.

“We overheard your conversation. Quite an intriguing topic you’ve chosen for the day,” Lance taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he approached and placed a hand on Nerida’s back. The young woman, smitten by the handsome elf, sighed under his touch, her attention straying from the ongoing discussion.

“Were you spying on us?” Loren asked, her tone filled with disbelief.

“It’s not spying if we can hear it through the walls,” the orc grumbled, his imposing presence intimidating the older woman. Bark, the man with the mustache, approached her from behind, subtly guiding her away from her companion.

“I demand to know what’s going on with you! Is it because of what we said? I doubt it. What’s your game?” Loren’s anxiety was palpable as she observed the unfolding scene, unable to comprehend what triggered the behavior shift. Except for that creep, Gunther kept popping up whenever one of the girls needed to take a leak. Something was off. To make matters worse, their earlier conversation about sex had left her slightly aroused. The men’s proximity and lustful gazes were doing nothing to help the situation.

Lance cradled Nerida’s face and said, “I’m curious about what you discussed inside the carriage, darling. Enlighten me. Were you also fantasizing about being taken? Because I’ve noticed the way you look at me.” Lance then provocatively gripped his arousal through his pants, straining against it.

Nerida’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, yet she could not tear her gaze away from Lance’s package as he caressed it. A similar heat began to pool in her lower belly, radiating outwards through her body. “What?” she murmured in a barely audible whisper, taken aback. Nerida was utterly smitten with Lance. The elf was fully aware of her infatuation, and the mere thought of engaging in any intimate act with him deepened the young girl’s blush, her nerves tingling with anticipation.

“Tell me, Nerida,” Lance teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What would you do if I were to free my cock right now?”

“Don’t you dare…” Loren began, her voice trailing off as the cold, silver blade tip reached her throat.

“Please, don’t interrupt them. You’re dealing with us now,” the half-orc stated, his voice as gruff as gravel. Bark pressed his formidable form against the woman. She attempted to push him away, but it was akin to trying to move a mountain.

Seeing that Loren’s situation was well in hand, Lance redirected his attention to Nerida. She was biting her cheek, her eyes locked onto his. Maintaining the intense eye contact, Lance casually unbuckled his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. His arousal sprung free, standing at attention, and pointed directly at the young woman. Nerida flinched slightly in surprise. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words seemed to choke in her throat.

“Do you know what I’d love for you to do with me?” Lance proposed, gripping the base of his arousal with one hand. With the other, he gently guided Nerida to her knees, then traced the tip of his member across her face. As she looked up into his eyes, she could feel the full extent of his length. She had to fight the urge to immediately take him into her mouth. She knew he expected that, but she didn’t want to appear too eager. “Why don’t you grace my cock with a kiss from those sweet lips of yours?” he suggested.

“Enough!” Loren shouted.

The cold, silver blade of Gurk was pressed against her throat, instantly silencing Loren. She looked up into the intimidating eyes of the half-orc. Bark encircled the mature woman with his arms, his large hands exploring her body. Her dress was too loose for him to find anything substantial to hold onto, so he began to tear the hem, exposing more of her. She retaliated with a slap to his face, but Bark barely flinched. He drew a blade from his belt and sliced through her dress, revealing her shapely figure. Loren cried in frustration as the blade tore through her clothing. The dress fell open, showing a generous cleavage held together by a strip of fabric, which was quickly discarded. Soon, the mature beauty stood in nothing but her panties and sandals. Her full breasts sagged slightly on her chest, her stomach was flat and soft, with a hint of muscle visible on her abdomen, and her hips and buttocks were voluptuous.

Gurk smacked the woman’s rear with a forceful hand, then took a generous handful. Her buttocks felt plump and soft, surprisingly firm for her years. “Not bad for a mother of two,” he remarked, his hands kneading and parting her flesh, appreciating the firmness. “What’s your secret?” he asked, his grip tightening on her rear, his eyes touching her soft flesh. “You’ve got quite the muscle tone for a woman your age. You must be in good health,” he observed. Meanwhile, Loren struggled to remain still under the intrusive attention of the men.

Nerida stared at them, her gaze confused, as if she didn’t recognize the men meant to be their guardians. Then she felt Lance’s arousal gently nudging her face again, and she attempted to divert her attention towards it, away from her friend’s predicament. Lance’s attentiveness stirred a sense of excitement within her, and the sensation of his warmth against her cheek made her momentarily forget her surroundings. Her sole desire was to please Lance.

“Are you a virgin?” The elf inquired, his gaze fixed on Nerida as she traced her hands along his thighs, her eyes locked onto his arousal. She didn’t respond verbally. Instead, her hands moved from his thighs to his penis, caressing it gently. “Mmm, you seem to know what to do, though,” he murmured, a compliment that brought a smile to Nerida’s face. Encouraged, he suggested, “Why not use your mouth now?” Without hesitation, Nerida complied, parting her lips as he guided himself towards her mouth. She accepted him gracefully, letting him rest on her tongue before enclosing her lips around him.

Unaware of the girl’s predicament, the remaining two mercenaries pressed on with their assault on the older woman. Bark seized Loren’s breasts, squeezing them with such force that she gasped for breath. He marveled at their heft and size, barely contained within his large hands. His thick thumbs grazed her erect nipples, pressing them inward. Releasing her breasts, he slid his hands down her hips to the edge of her underwear. “I don’t think you’ll need these,” he told her, yanking them off. Loren shrieked at the man’s brutality, which morphed into a moan as his rough fingers traced her intimate area, seeking entry. Finding the right spot, he inserted a finger, noting her wetness. He then withdrew his hand and tasted her, savoring the flavor before pushing her towards Gurk, who had been observing the scene. “You have to try this vintage. It’s quite the experience,” Bark chuckled.

The orc, Gurk, gripped Loren’s body firmly with both hands. He admired her soft, voluptuous legs and wide hips before his hands wandered to her backside. Loren could feel the orc’s hands again, groping and fondling her. Overcome with desire for the woman, Gurk could no longer resist. Heeding Bark’s advice, he decided to indulge his lustful urges.

Loren was caught in a whirlwind of fear and arousal. Her upbringing screamed at her to resist, to reject the notion that she could derive pleasure from such a situation. Yet, her body was betraying her. She found herself craving the rough handling, the groping, and, yes, the intimacy. Her resistance was ebbing away, and she knew any struggle would be futile. “Might as well go with the flow,” she thought, attempting to salvage some semblance of control from the situation. Despite her internal turmoil, she maintained a stern expression, even as she felt the orc’s fingers explore her intimately.

Attempting to avert her gaze, she inadvertently caught sight of the enormous bulge straining against the orc’s trousers. The question of its size was quickly answered. With a lack of modesty typical of his kind, Grok freed his massive member and began to stroke it while continuing his exploration of her. His monstrous size was unlike anything she had ever seen, and she was no stranger to such sights.

A sudden shove from behind forced Loren to her knees. She found herself face-to-face with Gurk’s green-hued appendage. She couldn’t help but stare at the large, bulbous tip as the orc firmly grasped it from the base and slapped it across her face. It was a crude gesture, yet a moan of desire slipped past her lips as she felt the weight of his member against her skin. Unable to resist, her hand instinctively reached for her own arousal as the orc taunted her with his impressive size, her fingers beginning to tease her sensitive nub.

The young wizard, Travis, observed the unfolding scene, perplexed at how it had strayed so far from his original plan. Clearly, he had much to learn. Yet, he was captivated by the spectacle, doing his best to keep all the participants in check. The girls’ reactions, which were not influenced by his spell, surprised him. Their voluntary responses made the scene even more intriguing. He decided to let the situation play out, eager to see where it would lead.

Having set the spell in motion, Travis found himself unable to alter it without disrupting its effect. His only option was to maintain its influence and observe the unfolding scene to its conclusion. As he felt a stirring within himself, he watched the orc thrust his considerable size into the older blonde woman’s mouth. Simultaneously, the man with the mustache caressed her body and explored her with his fingers. Travis was intrigued by the woman’s response; she moved her hips back to meet the man’s probing fingers while rhythmically moving her head to accommodate the orc.

Meanwhile, within the confines of the carriage, Brenda found herself observing her companions as they eagerly engaged with their guardians. A sensation akin to an electric shock coursed through her body, leaving her legs trembling and her intimate area slick with arousal. She was desperate to alleviate the tension building within her. Gunther cleared his throat, drawing her attention. “Brenda,” he began, his voice heavy with desire, “I don’t mean to upset you, but I’ve fantasized about making love to you since we met.” As he spoke, his hand moved to his trousers, gently caressing the bulge that had formed there.

The redhead couldn’t help but stare despite her best efforts to look away. Gunther had always been a bit of a lecher in her eyes, and she was determined not to fall into whatever trap he was setting. But then her gaze landed on the prominent bulge in his pants. His trousers were stretched to the limit, obscenely outlining a member that seemed as large as her forearm. She attempted to avert her eyes to avoid gawking at the silhouette of his massive organ but found herself unable to do so. Her body felt weak. “Is that… what I think it is?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Why don’t you come and find out?” The man responded, his smile brimming with mischief.

The redhead was visibly apprehensive, and the young man picked up on it. He reassured her, “I won’t impose myself on you. If you’re genuinely uncomfortable, we can sit back and simply watch your friends have all the fun. Or you can step up and give me a try.” Brenda felt a yearning within her, believing Gunther was genuine. Glancing at Loren and Nerida, who had already begun their intimate acts, she thought she was the only one left out. It just didn’t seem fair.

The redhead slinked towards him, deftly unfastening his trousers. Gunther’s manhood was impressive, both in length and girth. His tip was immense, his shaft was substantial, and his testicles were weighty. Gunther’s member stood erect before her, and true to his word, he didn’t rush her, simply standing in patient anticipation. It was hers for the taking if she so desired. And desire it, she did, more than she was willing to confess.

Brenda decided to make herself more at ease, discarding her top garment and revealing her ample bosom to the young man. She then reached out to take his manhood into her mouth. Brenda was not innocent and had been with men before. Yet she found herself more aroused than at other times. The girl found Gunther’s taste surprisingly palatable as she pleasured him. She savored the flavor of him, the size, the warmth, and the firmness. She even enjoyed how it twitched in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and pressed it against his length. She also revealed how her actions elicited his moans when she lavished attention on his tip. The sensation was so pleasurable that Brenda felt compelled to express it by passionately pleasuring him, taking him deep into her throat without a care for the potential judgment of others.

Gunther reveled in the sensations Brenda elicited, astounded by her fervor and expertise. His yearning for her had been a constant companion, making the present moment one to relish. He tenderly placed a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her with a gentle caress. Brenda responded by intensifying her efforts, her body aflame with desire and seeking solace. She yearned to touch herself. Gunther, in response, steadied her head and rhythmically thrust his hips upwards. A moan escaped her lips as he filled her throat, not withdrawing until necessity demanded it.

The young woman had always yearned to experience the sensation of a man’s arousal nestled between her breasts and now was her golden opportunity. The fiery-haired maiden gracefully ascended her partner’s body. “Do you know what I’ve been craving?” she cooed to Gunther in a voice dripping with seduction. “I’ve been longing to feel a cock nestled between my breasts,” she whispered. She slipped out of her dress, revealing her ample chest, and enveloped his arousal between them, massaging his length with the velvety skin of her bosom. Brenda was taken aback by the warmth of Gunther’s arousal, and the sensation of his twitching member nestled between her breasts sent waves of power coursing through her. Overcome with pleasure, Gunther let out a deep moan and quickened his pace.

Nerida was inexperienced, having never been intimate with a man before. The initial sensation of a hardened member in her mouth was strange and unfamiliar. Its taste was unpleasant, and the musky scent was somewhat off-putting. However, with some effort, she began to acclimate. Her saliva coated the shaft as her lips enveloped it, and she stroked him, taking the elf’s member deeper into her mouth. Eventually, Nerida withdrew him but maintained her attention, licking him while watching his reactions.

“Am I doing this right? Does it feel good?” Nerida whispered, her eyes meeting his as she continued to stroke him. Her tongue, wet and warm, flicked out to kiss his tip while she watched for his reaction. The young man didn’t respond with words, only a groan of pleasure as he watched her. Arousal stirred within Nerida as well. She longed to touch herself as she pleasured him but didn’t dare.

Nerida attempted to take him into her mouth once more. The sensation of Lance’s arousal was unlike anything she had ever known. It wasn’t the taste but the sense of power it gave her, knowing she was pleasing the man she desired. Heat pooled within her, her body responding with a shiver of anticipation.

Lance placed a hand on her head, “Relax, sweetheart, you’re doing great,” he murmured, guiding her gently along his length. Nerida let her hands rest at her sides as he slowly pushed her down his shaft, trying to make her face meet his pelvis, holding her in place with as much meat inside her as she could take. His arousal filled her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. The feeling fueled her desire to please him further. She moved her mouth back up, attempting to take more of him, before descending again under his guidance. His moan of approval echoed in her ears. “Yes, that’s it.”

After repeating that action for several seconds, she withdrew him from her mouth, keeping him close to her face as she asked, “Would you like to be my first?” A smile played on her lips as she awaited his response.

Lance’s eyes held a predatory gleam. “Of course, darling. It would be my pleasure,” he responded. “But first, why don’t you reveal what’s hidden beneath that exquisite dress?” His words were a command, and she complied, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

Rising to her feet, the girl swiftly discarded her dress and the undergarments that shielded her from neck to knee. Nerida stood in nothing but her black heels and the stockings that clung to her shapely legs. Her breasts were small and perky, her waist slender, and her bottom petite. Her skin was a light shade of brown, yet the blush spreading across her neck and chest was still visible under the elf’s intense gaze.

Nerida stood still, unsure of how to pose or where to direct her gaze as men scrutinized her body.

“Oh, look at you. You are lovely,” Lance complimented, eliciting a proud smile from the young girl. He approached her, saying, “Just let me take the lead. Lay back on those blankets. We’ll take it slow. You can relax.” As instructed, Nerida slowly reclined, with Lance hovering above her. “Are you ready?” he asked; Nerida nodded.

Supporting himself with one arm, Lance gently guided himself toward her welcoming warmth. He teased her entrance with slow, deliberate movements, before gradually slipping inside her soft folds.

Nerida felt a twinge of fear at the prospect of accepting him, a part of her resisting the act. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she implored. Lance paused, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “Relax,” he reassured her, “It might be uncomfortable at first, but I’ll take it slow and let you adjust. Soon, you’ll start to enjoy it. Let me know if it becomes too painful, and I’ll stop immediately. I won’t force you.”

He traced the tip of his arousal along her intimate folds, savoring the warmth and wetness before pressing himself into her. “Oh, darling, if only you knew the sensations you’re stirring within me,” he groaned, inching forward again. Nerida felt the fullness of him as her body stretched to accommodate his girth, her breath hitching, a part of her yearning to halt his advance. He continued his slow invasion until he was halfway inside her. The elf leaned over, capturing her lips in a tender kiss as he gradually initiated a rhythm of gentle thrusts.

“Is this okay?” He murmured into her ear, his lips tracing a path from her cheek to her neck. Nerida remained silent, attempting to savor the moment. She gave a slight nod, her desire to please him evident despite her discomfort. It was as if something was tearing inside her, and pleasure had yet to appear. All she felt was pressure and a twinge of pain.

The first hint of change arrived once the elf withdrew to get into a better position. Nerida released a low, drawn-out moan she couldn’t stifle as he did. Lance interpreted this as an encouragement to continue. He withdrew until only the tip of him remained within her, then thrust back in with increased speed. His lips found her neck again, and she moaned as he withdrew and plunged back in, repeating the motion continually.

Nerida began to move in rhythm with him, taking pleasure in the act and knowing she was bringing joy to a man for the first time. She was starting to enjoy it. She knew Lance was restraining himself to avoid causing her pain, but deep down, she craved more.

Loren watched as Nerida’s innocence was taken from the girl, as her face was being invaded by Gruk’s manhood. He was so aggressive that she had no choice but to keep her mouth open as the orc dominated her. Simultaneously, the mature beauty felt Bark’s arousal begin its quest for her hidden treasure. Both men knew resistance was futile, and she was dripping with desire. So, she arched her back and leaned forward to guide the mustachioed man to the gateway of her femininity. Her breasts swayed freely as she knelt, and she felt Bark’s body brush against her rear and womanhood before he slowly penetrated her.

“Damn it, this is good!” Bark gasped, following the initial penetration. His thick member painfully stretched her inner walls to accommodate his girth. He wasn’t as lengthy as Gruk, but he was significantly wider. Loren exhaled sharply as she felt him slide into her. The mustachioed man gripped her hips with his large hands, pushing in slowly until his groin met her rear. He was now fully sheathed within her.

With a devilish grin, Gruk plunged his length deep into the mature woman, simultaneously skewering her from both ends. The dual invasion filled her, igniting a searing, pulsating need. Her entire body felt ablaze with pleasure. They remained in this position momentarily, savoring the sensation of their members being enveloped by the voluptuous mother of two. Then, they slowly withdrew before thrusting into her with a renewed vigor. The woman attempted to scream as they began to rhythmically penetrate her from both ends. Her cries of pain and pleasure were stifled by Gruk’s substantial girth, his testicles, and his own grunts as he thrust into her throat.

Loren lost herself in the rhythm of their bodies colliding with her face and rear, creating moist sounds with each movement inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the impending wave of an orgasm threatened to overtake her.

“I’m about to cum!” Grok announced, his voice deep, harsh, and dripping with desire. He quickened his pace as his pleasure began to peak, thrusting into her even deeper. “Do you like this?” he grunted at Loren. “I knew you’d crave this. You’ve wanted this all along. Now, you belong to us. You’re our plaything now,” Grok growled in his lust-laden voice, feeling the onset of his climax inside her. He released his grip on his shaft and forced her head onto him. Loren had never experienced such a thing before. She was in pain, yet simultaneously, she reveled in it and yearned for it to continue.

Loren’s eyes widened in surprise as the warm fluid filled her mouth and began trickling down her throat like a hot, searing river. She was on the brink of crying out in discomfort when Grok started withdrawing from her throat, releasing more of his essence onto her tongue until only a thin strand of the substance remained in her mouth. The elderly woman had never encountered such an experience before. Loren could no longer contain herself, and her climax detonated as Bark continued his relentless assault. Her body shook violently, and she voiced her pleasure, which only spurred Bark to intensify his efforts. Her entire body felt aflame; she could hardly move. Her hips throbbed from the vigorous activity. It felt as though her intimate area had been torn asunder by the thick, lengthy member invading her. Loren’s legs were sore, but the sensation was exquisite!

Without any support in front, she began to topple, but before she could fall entirely, Bark seized her arms, steadying her. Loren found herself completely at the mercy of the mustachioed man. Each time he thrust into her, he pulled her towards his manhood, causing her to cry in pain and desire. Her buttocks were sore from the impact of his hips, and her breasts swung in rhythm with each powerful thrust. Loren felt like a rag-doll in the hands of this colossal man.

They continued this until Loren’s body convulsed in ecstasy as Bark drove his member deep within her. He released a low, primal growl as his manhood spasmed violently inside her, flooding her with a sudden surge of warmth. Her body quivered, her eyes rolling back in her head once more. As he climaxed, she felt she might explode from the sheer pleasure coursing through her, as if she were aflame. The intense ecstasy consumed her entirely, leaving her limp and unable to utter a sound. Exhaustion washed over her, yet her desire was not quenched. When her vision cleared, and she saw her companion being pleasured from both ends, she craved more.

Gunther had seized control of the situation within the carriage, thrusting himself between Brenda’s ample bosom. The woman was squeezing her breasts from the sides, enveloping his thick member in her soft pink flesh. Simultaneously, she opened her mouth to welcome the tip of his arousal with each forward thrust.

He withdrew from her breasts and moved closer, directing his arousal towards her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck with unrestrained fervor. “Enough of that now; I’m going to take you properly,” Gunther informed Brenda in a voice thick with desire. The woman knew there was no turning back and yearned for him intensely.

Without hesitation, Brenda turned her back to him, bent over the seat, and hiked up her dress to reveal her bare, pale bottom and drenched arousal. Upon seeing her voluptuous rear and his slick arousal, Gunther was struck with a wicked idea. “Hey, Brenda?” he murmured into her ear, sliding his hand between her thighs and tracing his fingers over her engorged folds. She trembled in response.

Brenda swiveled around, her eyes filled with curiosity. “I’ve had a change of heart,” Gunther declared, “I think I prefer your rear.” Before Brenda could utter a word, she felt the tip of his arousal nudging at the tight entrance of her backside. The sensation was entirely new to her, and she let out a sharp gasp. “Ohhh… What on earth…” Brenda moaned loudly, caught between discomfort and pleasure as she felt the head of his arousal gradually widening her tight entrance. This was a sensation she had never experienced before. Brenda was taken aback by how his arousal stretched her backside.

A warm, wet heat enveloped the head of his cock, eliciting a slight squeal from Brenda. “Oh… oh yes…” she groaned as he penetrated her, each inch stretching her further. The sensation was so intense that she felt like she might split in two. Her body began to tremble with pleasure, and she struggled to suppress her screams as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Each thrust of his hips sent her body into a shuddering frenzy. Part of her wanted it to stop, but the feeling was so overwhelming that she could barely hold onto her sanity.

She glanced outside the carriage and saw Nerida gazing back at her, still skewered on the elf’s member as he rhythmically thrust into her. Nerida was smiling, clearly relishing the experience. Further back, Brenda spotted Loren accommodating two men simultaneously, and she couldn’t suppress a pang of envy. Brenda watched as Grok finished, filling her mouth with his essence, which made her salivate. The curvaceous girl observed Grok moving from Loren to Nerida, placing his semi-flaccid member, slick with his release and saliva, over her face. Brenda watched as Nerida smiled and welcomed him into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Gunther was relentlessly pounding into her from behind. As he continued his rhythmic assault, he glanced out the window, noticing their display’s effect on his partner. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble in her ear, “Worried you’re missing out on your fantasy? Trust me, you’ve got nothing to fear.” His words were barely audible, drowned out by the throbbing pulse of pleasure coursing through her. Her body quivered in ecstasy, and she craved him to maintain his relentless pace.

“I’m going to cum!” Brenda cried out, “I’m going to cum from this! Damn! Damn, it’s too much!” Her mind felt like it was splitting at the seams; the pain and pleasure coursing through her body were overwhelming.

Brenda couldn’t handle it any longer. She arched her back and pressed herself onto the carriage seat as Gunther plunged his manhood deep into her. Then, she screamed as the first wave of her orgasm erupted. It was a profound, throaty, full-body climax. She could feel every inch of her body pulsating with pleasure as it surged through her, emanating from her in waves. Gunther buried himself within her while he released inside her, filling her with his essence as she squirted her climax all over his lap, drenching him. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm before, and her limbs went entirely limp and numb. The last thing she could recall before her vision faded was seeing Nerida astride the orc’s member.

Nerida didn’t notice Grok’s approach until he was right there until he dropped his cock on her forehead. She was taken aback by his imposing presence and couldn’t suppress a chuckle at the sheer absurdity of her predicament. The elf was reclining, guiding himself into her with measured, fluid motions that sent continuous waves of pleasure. There was no hint of discomfort now, and she was relishing the experience and wanted more.

The orc moved his imposing member, guiding it towards her mouth. Nerida opened wide, inadvertently tasting cum for the first time. She had to stretch her mouth to accommodate his size. The taste was a unique blend of salty, sticky, and sweet but surprisingly pleasant. She found herself enjoying it, craving more of this unexpected flavor.

The two men exchanged glances as they engaged with the petite young woman. Her breasts were nearly invisible while she lay on her back, with only her erect nipples revealing their location. The orc took one in his hand, squeezing it with a firm grip that elicited a surprised moan from Nerida. “Her nipples are so sensitive,” he chuckled in his deep, resonant voice.

The elf, with his free hand, gently cradled her other breast. “They may be small, but they’re delightful,” he murmured, sliding himself into the young woman. She moaned in pleasure, attempting to push herself back onto him. Seizing the moment, the orc pushed himself into her mouth. He was still somewhat soft, and his member curved as he tried to force it in. Nerida initially resisted, but his girth made her gag, so she relaxed and drew a deep breath through her nose. The warmth of her mouth revived his member, and soon enough, the orc was sporting another impressive erection. He reclined next to the girl and turned to the elf, “Do you mind if I take a turn with this one?”

Lance glanced at his companion, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not in the slightest,” he replied, withdrawing from the woman beneath him, receiving a short grunt of disapproval, and assisting her to her feet. Nerida, slightly bewildered, was gently guided by the elf toward the orc’s arousal. He gestured for her to straddle it and then sat back to appreciate the spectacle of his companion penetrating the young beauty. When her softness made contact with his hardness, he thrust upwards, burying himself within her in a single, swift motion. This elicited a surprised gasp from the stunning woman.

Nerida’s hips were flush against the orc’s, his testicles pressing against her backside, filling her completely. As the orc withdrew, she felt a sudden emptiness that left her craving his return. Grasping onto Gruk’s muscular legs for support, she tiptoed and lowered herself onto him. A shiver of pleasure coursed through her as he slid back into him, her body instinctively tightening around him, drawing a moan of pleasure from both.

“This feels incredible! You’re amazing!” Nerida couldn’t help but cry out, her movements allowing him to delve deeper within her before she began to rhythmically rise and fall.

The wizard had unveiled his manhood and indulged in self-pleasure, utterly captivated by the spectacle before him. How had he never considered utilizing his powers in such a manner? It was exhilarating. The only thing that could elevate this experience to perfection would be his active participation.

Travis watched as the mustachioed man climaxed with the mature beauty, then leaned back to observe the young maiden engaging with the other two mercenaries. Simultaneously, the elderly woman attempted to cleanse herself with the remnants of her dress, struggling and failing to avert her gaze from her beautiful friend being mistreated. The wizard could not tear his eyes away from the older woman, lascivious thoughts seizing control of his mind. She was entirely bare. Her posterior, adorned with smooth, pale skin, was still glistening with the aftermath of the men’s pleasure, and it looked so enticing that Travis was tempted to approach her right then and there. He wanted to claim the mature woman in front of everyone, to ravish her so intensely that her senses would be utterly overwhelmed.

The young woman and the orc were fully engaged in their passionate act while Lance found himself aroused, observing them. Nerida had her hands firmly planted on the orc’s broad, hairy chest, using her hips to ride his enormous member, which was buried deep within her. Lance could see her other intimate area from his position, which seemed to gasp each time the orc’s member thrust into her. Nerida was panting, moaning, and grinning; all the while, the orc held her tightly, enveloping her in a powerful embrace.

Nerida felt a thick finger pressing against her rear. Initially cold, it quickly warmed against her heated skin as it gently explored her tight entrance. It slipped inside with relative ease, as the vigorous activity involving her feminine core had relaxed all the surrounding muscles, accommodating the orc’s substantial girth.

“Oh, heavens!” she gasped as the finger stirred within her, causing her lower region to tighten reflexively. The elf chuckled softly as he manipulated the digit inside her. “Your rear is loose, Nerida. And I’m feeling left out. Would you mind?” he asked.

Nerida was teetering on the brink of climax, so she could only nod her head in approval while panting, struggling to regain her breath. The elf withdrew his finger from her rear, causing Nerida to groan in frustration and allow her body to relax momentarily.

“I’ve never experienced anything like this!” Nerida whispered, turning her head to see Lance’s grin as he brought the finger to his face and tasted it, savoring her essence and the lingering warmth. Then, he positioned himself at her entrance. He gently pressed the tip of his manhood against her, nudging it inside. She attempted to relax her muscles. As he pushed deeper, she felt herself stretching to accommodate him. A cry escaped her lips as she adjusted to his size.

The young man was cautious, fearing he might hurt her if he moved too fast. Nerida glanced back at him, a smile playing on her lips, which he reciprocated as he continued to delve deeper into her. He pushed until fully sheathed within her, his testicles brushing against her. She was filled to the brim, a sensation that sent a rush of pleasure through her, making her cry again. The elf chuckled, beginning a rhythm of thrusts. Nerida’s fingers dug into the orc’s chest as he continued to fill her, each thrust stretching her as they moved in harmony.

The carriage door swung open, and out stepped Gunther, cradling an unconscious Brenda. Their clothes were in disarray. Gunther called out to Bark, “Hey, can you keep an eye on her? I’d like to join the fun too.” Bark ambled over to Gunther and relieved him of the girl. She was heavier than he had anticipated.

“She’s out cold. But if she wakes up, you should take your turn. I only explored her backside and mouth, but they’re first-rate! You’re in for a treat,” Gunther said, a wicked grin on his face.

Bark chuckled, gently laying her down on a patch of grass, his gaze lingering on her naked form. “She wouldn’t mind a little touch while she’s out, would she? She’s got the largest breasts I’ve ever seen,” he mused aloud.

Gunther let out a hearty laugh. “Of course not. Just make sure to rouse her when you’re about to take your turn. You wouldn’t want to miss a moment of her reactions when she feels you inside her.” With that, he sauntered towards the trio, who had quickened their pace.

The druid advanced towards the girl, his arousal evident, and positioned himself before Nerida. With one hand, he tenderly cradled the back of her head, allowing her to sense the warmth radiating from him. Gunther then glided his length against her lips, coaxing them to envelop him as the druid moved from the side. As he did so, Nerida tilted her head and opened her mouth, welcoming him in. Gunther had no choice but to oblige, plunging his entire length into her inviting mouth. Gradually, he brought himself fully against her with measured movements, causing her to choke slightly as he pushed too far. This resulted in a cough that sent a spray of saliva splattering across her face, chest, and neck.

“Apologies,” Gunther murmured, withdrawing himself from her mouth. Once she had regained her composure, he presented himself to her again. After taking a few deep breaths, Nerida resumed her task while the elf began to penetrate her from behind with more passion. Simultaneously, the orc adjusted his position to delve deeper into the woman’s tight confines.

Nerida had never entertained such fantasies. In fact, she hadn’t given much thought to sex in her life. Sure, she had experienced attraction towards men, like her current feelings for Lance. Still, she had never envisioned herself in a sexual encounter with him, let alone being taken from behind by him. Nor had she imagined being in such a situation with two other men simultaneously. Yet, here she was, not just participating but thoroughly enjoying it. Now, her mind was consumed by the desire to be claimed, to experience more. She felt so complete, so stretched, so aroused. It was so pleasurable that she couldn’t comprehend why or how it was possible. Her mind was oblivious to everything except the sensation of the men inside her.

Taking a moment to catch her breath after some intense action, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Brenda fast asleep. She couldn’t help but wonder how Brenda would react if she knew she was the star of her fantasies. Brenda would likely seethe with jealousy upon finding out. The thought made her chuckle, the motions traversing her body to tickle the cocks inside of her.

The orc turned to look at Nerida, a smirk on his face. “Well, well. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

The girl could only respond with a nod before taking Gunther back into her mouth.

Nerida’s stomach tightened, and her toes curled as she felt the orc’s member growing thicker and harder inside her, signaling his impending climax. She considered stopping him for a moment but quickly dismissed the idea. He was about to release inside her, and the thought alone was intoxicating. The pleasure was already overwhelming, and Nerida wanted to experience it all. She gasped for air and let out a cry of ecstasy as her own orgasm hit. Her partners continued their rhythm, prolonging her pleasure as her climax lasted nearly a minute.

The wave of pleasure caused Nerida to tighten her body, leading the elf and the orc to reach their own peaks. As Nerida continued to shudder in ecstasy, her cries echoed through the canyon. The sensation of being filled with the warm essence of two different beings was indescribable. The feeling of them pulsating within her, marking her with their warmth, was an experience she would not soon forget.

Laurel watched Nerida accept another man into her embrace, and her heart sank. She observed how effortlessly she received a new partner and took some comfort in knowing that Nerida was relishing the experience, showing no signs of wanting it to end. Seeing her young friend in such an erotic state was so captivating that Laurel instinctively reached down, her hand beginning to explore her own body.

Once she found her rhythm, she felt like someone was touching her, yet she saw no one nearby. All four men were engaged with one of her friends. Could she be so aroused that she was hallucinating someone’s touch?

Suddenly, her breasts shifted as if someone was fondling them from behind, their fingers kneading into her soft flesh. A voice echoed in her mind, urging her to “Don’t overthink; just let yourself go.” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something peculiar, as if light was curving to conceal something beneath. Every attempt to comprehend the situation was abandoned when she felt an unseen force penetrating her, thrusting into her relentlessly from behind.

Travis was astounded that the woman hadn’t noticed his approach and was overwhelmed by the sensation of invading her body while remaining unseen. The woman was so aroused that bending her to his desires took minimal effort. He was now experiencing one of the most satisfying encounters he’d ever had. And her breasts! He couldn’t resist fondling and squeezing them. He yearned to bite them but knew it would shatter his invisibility. Nonetheless, he was thoroughly enjoying her and soon found himself lost in the intoxicating, lust-filled scent of their intimate act.

Bark was hard again and was trying to wake the girl so he could fuck her but without luck. She was completely passed out. He closed his eyes briefly and then decided, “Screw it.” He opened the young girl’s legs and positioned his cock to enter the sleeping girl’s pussy. She was still so wet and slick from all the previous activity, and her pussy opened up for him like it was nothing. It felt so good he started to moan as he continued to pump in and out of her. The girl felt so good around his shaft that he felt himself ready to blow, but he knew he needed to fuck this girl awake, so he held himself back and fucked her deep and hard. The sleeping girl was moaning in her sleep and was even responding by thrusting her hips up in time to his. The man moved her dress down to let her puppies move freely on her chest as he fuck her cunt, making them almost clap together by the sheer strength of his strokes.

He grasped them with both hands, kneading and pinching with urgency, attempting to rouse her, but to no avail. Then, the young woman emitted a prolonged moan, a cry of delight slipping from her lips as the man persisted in his intimate exploration. Brenda had been immersed in a highly sensual dream involving multiple partners but was jolted awake by the sensation of something pressing against her. Her mind buzzed with exhilaration as she realized it was not a dream. It took over five minutes of Bark’s intimate attention for her to comprehend the situation. When her eyes snapped open, it took another moment for her to focus on the man delving into her, his hand still fondling her breasts, as an orgasm began to simmer within her. “Oh, wow!” she gasped. “This is so good.” She was breathless from pleasure, the substantial presence within her, the hand teasing her breasts, and she rewarded Bark with a sultry look of desire and satisfaction.

The man with the mustache smiled as he fondled her ample breasts. “Oh yes, I know it’s good. Just enjoy it,” he murmured to her, a playful wink punctuating his words. All the while, he maintained a relentless rhythm, driving into her with all the force he could muster.

Brenda remained silent, her mind a whirlwind of sensations, but her body instinctively moved to meet the man’s thrusts, embracing the pleasure. She could feel an orgasm building rapidly within her, a powerful wave that threatened to crash at any moment. Her body trembled in anticipation, the mere thought enough to send shivers down her spine.

The man pulled his hips back, his member almost slipping out of her before he drove it back in with a force that made her gasp and moan simultaneously. A wave of pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her breathless. His movements were swift and deep, his thick, robust member stroking every sensitive part of her, hitting all the right spots. And then, he did something that sent her spiraling into ecstasy. He placed his thumb over her clit and rubbed it rhythmically with his strokes.

The girl gasped as his hand sharply struck one of her breasts, leaving a red imprint of his fingers on her skin. The sudden sensation made her squirm as pleasure coursed through her. He repeated the action on her other breast, eliciting another moan from her. This man seemed to know precisely how to ignite her desires. His fingers teased and slapped her breasts and nipples while his manhood hit all the right spots. His hips thrust forward into her with powerful, forceful strokes, triggering an explosive orgasm that coursed through her body. She cried ecstatically, “I’m cumming!” she announced, lost in the throes of pleasure.

As her climax continued, the man’s hand moved to her throat, applying firm pressure. She didn’t immediately register the lack of air as she gasped for breath. She felt him throb and swell inside her as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. Suddenly, his warmth flooded her, filling her as he drove into her with a fervor amplified by her struggle for breath, intensifying the sensation. The feeling of him releasing inside her and the deprivation of air triggered another wave of pleasure. His warmth spilling inside her, filling her, caused her to cry out once more as a second climax overtook her.

As it happened, Bark found himself filling Brenda’s core simultaneously as Gunther occupied Nerida’s mouth. The young woman was experiencing her first load of cum in her mouth, instinctively swallowing it as quickly as it was given, relishing the warm sensation it left as it slid down to her stomach. This act pushed her into yet another wave of pleasure.

As the three men reached their climax within her, all the young woman could do was gasp in ecstasy, feeling the warmth of their release entering her mouth and sliding down her throat. She was astounded by the sheer intensity of everything she was experiencing!

Close by, the wizard was deeply engrossed, making love to Loren so intensely that it seemed he was trying to scramble her brains. The rest of the group turned their attention to the spectacle of a shimmering apparition, making the mature woman cry out in bliss. However, Travis remained oblivious, even when a wolf pounced on his back, pinning him to the ground. The force of the wolf’s attack and the heat of its breath disrupted his focus on his spells. The wolf would have ripped him apart if not for the elf’s timely whistle. Instead, it froze, its fangs hovering dangerously close to his neck.

Once the men were released from their spell, they were embarrassed for their previous behavior. They instinctively distanced themselves from the women, unable to meet their gaze. The elf, once again, took control of the situation. “Gunther! Fetch some clothes for the ladies. Gurk, bring some water, and Bark, retrieve the healing kit.” He then added, “And for goodness’ sake, put on some pants!” the last command he shouted while putting back his own.

Nerida was the only one bold enough to break the awkward silence with her laughter. Brenda was busy trying to cover herself with the remnants of her dress while Loren stood there, frozen like a statue.

“Is that…” Loren began but was quickly interrupted by Bark.

“Aye. That’s the mind-controlling wizard and likely the instigator of this mess.” He quickly corrected his language in the presence of a lady, “I apologize, m’lady, for both the interruption and my crude language. It won’t happen again.”

Loren gave him a skeptical look, raising an eyebrow. She made no attempt to cover herself, standing there bare, dirty, and stained. Brenda, struggling to keep her breasts under her tattered dress, burst into laughter at the situation. Meanwhile, Nerida covered her face, giggling into her hands. The older woman shook her head, a hint of humor in her voice, “If no one plans to have their way with me anymore, may I please have something to cover myself?”

Gunther promptly offered his cloak to Loren, who used it to cover her torso and hips. Brenda, catching on, covered herself as well, albeit belatedly. The men had already seen her voluptuous figure and attractive breasts. They could even spot her erect nipples beneath the cloak.

Subsequently, they all began to move, following the elf’s commands and attempting to restore order. Meanwhile, the elf approached the wizard, still held captive by the wolf, and challenged, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let Gray rip your throat out.”

Travis glanced back at the man, fear evident in his eyes, stammering, “I just…I just…wanted to…”

Lance exhaled deeply, “You’re going to have to offer more than that, considering what you’ve made us do. You may have utterly ruined our reputation as mercenaries in this region.”

Travis inhaled deeply before speaking, “I am Tristan Sollers, a wizard of the High Tower.” Noticing the elf’s eyes glazing over, he quickly switched tactics, “I mean, I am…or at least, I was one.”

The elf scowled, turning back to Travis, “I’m familiar with your tale and what the king has commanded anyone who captures you. What I’m seeking is a reason to defy him…” Lance let his veiled threat linger in the air, awaiting the wizard’s response.

“So, you’re suggesting you’ll release me if I can offer something other than money?” the wizard queried, skepticism lacing his tone. “You must understand, I’m on the run from everyone, including the church and the Tower. I have nothing of value to offer.”

The elf’s smirk made him instantly regret his previous statement.

“When I first heard of your abilities, I dismissed it as idle chatter. But having witnessed them firsthand, I’m not keen on simply discarding someone with your skills.” His frown intensified as he continued, “Our party used to consist of five members, but our previous mage met his end on our last assignment. Do you know how to play an instrument?”

Tristan was taken aback by the question. “An instrument? I can play the flute, except…” His thoughts trailed off.

“What?”

“Nothing!” The wizard spoke as quickly as possible, sensing he might escape this situation unscathed.

“Mmm, that’s something. What’s your opinion on bards?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” The wizard responded, clearly perplexed.

“You’re recognized as a wizard’s apprentice across the kingdom, so you can’t join us as a wizard. Particularly considering the girls have seen you.” Lance’s frown morphed into a smile, “However, the girls could also bear witness to your demise.”

Travis turned ashen and gulped nervously. The elf went on, “The reward for your corpse would not only bring us a substantial bonus but also boost our reputation. So, it wouldn’t be uncommon for an aspiring bard to seek us out to join our group.”

The wizard finally grasped his proposition, “Why would you do this for me? How can you trust me after what I’ve done?”

“I’m a fool for second chances and power,” Lance chuckled, then added, “Also, I possess a touch of magic that I usually keep concealed.” The wizard noticed power coursing through the elf’s eyes.

“What type of magic?” Travis murmured.

“Ever heard of magic contracts?” The elf asked, sporting a broad grin.

It took some time for the girls to accept the men’s apologies, and they vowed to remain silent about the incident. Their acceptance was more for their benefit than the mercenaries’, but they accepted, nonetheless. Travis inked a deal with the Lance, offering his wizarding skills disguised as a bard in their party in return for his life. He committed to two decades of service under elf supervision. He pledged to refrain from using his mind-controlling powers unless given permission by the elf.

The remainder of the group was initially skeptical about the elf’s plan, but Lance swiftly convinced them otherwise. They staged the wizard’s hanging in front of the women and, with a touch of the wizard’s influence, ensured the story was firmly planted in their minds. They also simulated an injury with one of the mahuts, which had to be left behind. This mahut would serve as Travis’s means to trail them back to the capital, where the rest of their scheme would unfold.

And so, they set off for Bregg in high spirits, with the young wizard, cleverly disguised as a bard, trailing them to the capital.

After the initial shock of their intense encounter, the three women continued their journey as if nothing had happened. But they knew they were forever changed. On the road, they found their gazes drifting towards the mercenaries, their minds filled with curiosity, imagining the possibility of another such encounter.

As Nerida suspected, Brenda harbored a hint of jealousy. After all, Nerida had been the center of attention for three mercenaries simultaneously, while Brenda had only been with two on separate occasions. Even Loren had managed to engage with two men at once. Brenda was practically trembling with the desire to ask, to understand, how Nerida had felt. But she also didn’t want to make the girl feel uncomfortable. At least not yet.

Loren, the group’s sole mother figure, had rushed to Nerida’s side to ensure she was okay. She had never seen the girl express any negative emotions about the entire ordeal, but she remained concerned that Nerida might suffer a breakdown later. As the group’s matriarch, Loren strongly wanted to protect the girls at all costs. She saw this as her opportunity to redeem herself after her foolish behavior in the canyon.

As anticipated, Nerida was relieved to be alive and that all her friends were safe despite the odd encounter with the men. The elf made it crystal clear to the three mercenaries that they would remain silent about the incident. He threatened to decapitate them if they so much as whispered a word to anyone else. This threat seemed all too real judging by their terrified expressions. Nerida still harbored feelings for the elfa but recognized that they were misplaced. Regardless, she would always cherish the memory of her first time, no matter the circumstances.