PATRICIA
Trenok had my wrists pinned together behind my back, his tusked lips greedily sucking from my breast, his other hand pulling my hair back, making me exalt to the ceiling. His cock pounded into my tightest hole, opening the fleshy cuff within, finding my most vulnerable depths. I growled like the beast I was, my red lips curving in a decadent smile, moaning as I enjoyed the orc’s savagery. From heavily-lidded eyes, I connected gazes with Certiok Protaki Terdini. Did she enjoy watching me fuck her husband? Zander and Mom had left her lying in a pool of her own making, hyperventilating ecstatically into the tabletop as she watched me. Ah, there was that look, that comingling of jealousy and arousal. Orc women were so very territorial; would Certiok seek to claim me as a prize to share with her husband, or would she challenge me for position? The lithe princess got onto shaking hands and knees, and crawled across the table. I swiveled to face her, stirring my clenching asshole around her husband’s driving cock, baring my fangs and displaying with open legs all that I’d taken from her. I was ready for the lustful battle, to match fingers and tongues, and see which woman’s prowess was greater. But as she approached me, Certiok ducked her head demurely, presenting submission. I raised my brows in surprise, and beckoned her forward with a single finger. She smiled coyly and complied, hunching her shoulders as she crawled between my legs.
“I expected more fight from a warrior princess.” I smiled sardonically, drawing my thumb across her lush lips, parting them to expose her subtle tusks.
“Your mother has sapped my aggression.” Certiok giggled, “I’m feeling quite defeated now.”
“Are you?” I grinned, beckoning her to rise with my thumb upon her chin, “Then I will plunder you without struggle.”
“Yes.” She hissed, shivering. She tilted her head, drawing back her braided hair to expose the delicious bow of her neck. Her eyes were a comingling of fear and desire, that look I so loved to see in my victims. I sank my fangs into her throat, and pulled her blood into me. My heart thundered alive with the sustenance, and my eyes grew wild as Certiok wilted into my arms with an overwhelmed sigh. Licking my lips clean of her, I guided her down between my legs, and let her be the servant she so desired to be. Oh, did she serve well.
Do you see what I see? Mom’s voice broke into my head.
I looked up at her. She was nearly bent in half with the exaggerated curve of her back, staring rapturously into Brock’s eyes as he made a mess of her cunt. And though Brock gazed reverently back at his queen, I couldn’t help but notice the looks he stole across the room. There, Elena Straltaira and her little beasties were feasting upon the vampiric Prestira. Elena conducted the sensual frenzy, but her attention was periodically diverted across the room to watch Mom and Brock. Was there a look of curiosity on her face when she gazed upon Mom’s predicament? Was there a touch of envy?
Do you see it too? Mom asked in my mind, her eyes cornering slyly at me, her face a portrait of intense ecstasy.
They wanted to kill each other a second ago.
Funny how that works.’
She’s a lesbian.
Straight girls have gay awakenings when they’re drunk; why should it be different for gay girls? Everyone has a duality to their sexuality. Sometimes, they just need someone else to help them unlock it.
You’re such a corrupting influence.
Innocence was made to be corrupted, like the flower was made to be pollinated; why else would the wicked find it so alluring? Mom’s eyes traversed the length of my bowed body, taking in the depravity I displayed, It’s a shame your innocence was so fleeting.
I am your daughter.
Mom’s gaping smile broadened. Now watch your mommy work.
ELENA
I felt a familiar tongue in an unfamiliar place. I looked behind myself to see Yavara’s orange eyes twinkling up at me, her hands gently parting my cheeks, her smiling lips wrapping around my anus. I gawked back at her, spellbound by the feeling she bored wetly into me, the sensuality with which she pressed her anal kiss. My eyes drew down the bowed length of her spine, to the green muscular slab of abdomen behind it, rising to a robust chest framed by capped shoulders, every inch of vascular flesh tattooed with tribal sigils. Brock Terdini was the posterchild for masculinity, and for a reason I couldn’t explain, it stirred something in me. He gripped Yavara’s hips, and thrusted violently, squishing my beloved’s face deep into my ass. The momentum carried me into Prestira, whose vampiric eyes were violet with my slave’s toxins, and whose actions were of pure, mindless bliss. She cried out with the sudden force of my thrust, drawing her arms out in a languorous motion, her splayed fingers caressing the nodes and curves of the beasts feeding upon her.
Brock thrusted again, and Yavara squealed a muffled tone against me, her tongue finding my prostate, sliding along it. But I wasn’t paying attention to her, only to the man who was using her as an extension of his cock, pushing its tip into my ass. He was staring at me like a man possessed, his eyes topping his shadowed brow, his tusked mouth fixed in a grimace. He thrusted again, and again, and again. Yavara squirmed and shrieked in delight, and I cried with her, staring back at him with a heated expression, my cheeks flushed, my pale lips parted and breathing heavily. I hardly noticed the way my cock felt buried inside Prestira, but I noticed acutely the saturation of my female nethers, the throbbing desire in my virgin slit, the pulsing vacancy deep in my anus.
“This is how I did it, Ranger.” Brock growled at me, pulling out of Yavara’s cunt, showing me the sheened length of his cock. Did my heart flutter at the sight of it? Did I bite my lower lip? I couldn’t say. Yavara mewled into my asshole, begging with her writhing hips what she’d wanted all along. Brock steadied the Dark Queen, but he was looking at me, only at me as he pressed his tip to her anus. “When I raped your beloved princess that night, this is how I did it. Watch. Me.”
With one thrust, he drove his slickened weapon to the hilt, causing Yavara to wrench in reaction, her corrupted body accommodating every inch of the orc with relish. Like an addict finally getting her fix, she quivered in euphoria, whimpering for more. Her tongue lolled stupidly inside me, simply trying to taste all that it could in a mindless fervor. Brock stared at me from his mess of braids, his nose snarling, his tusks gleaming.
“I took your precious Yavara, and I raped her virgin shithole until she begged me to stop.” Brock growled, thrusting with long, violent motions, making me feel the shock that ran through Yavara every time he did. My thighs leaked with foreign need, my legs trembled. I couldn’t take my eyes off Brock, couldn’t help but imagine how he must feel inside Yavara. How he would feel inside me. The power he had, the overbearing will of a man. Had I never noticed it before? Had I never before felt its spell upon me?
“But I didn’t stop, Ranger,” Brock said lowly to me, “I fucked her until her mind broke, and she became nothing but a baseless slut, begging for cock.” Brock pressed his hand into the small of Yavara’s back, and tore himself out. Yavara shrieked into my depths, her anus outflowing and budding in a glistening rose, pulsing with the accelerating beat of her heart. She collapsed onto her belly, her mouth leaving me, and she writhed on the floor in orgasm. Brock stepped unceremoniously over his queen, and loomed over me. So imposing, so strong and undeniable. Had I never felt this weakness before, this primal desire to yield to the alpha? I’d been with domineering women before, but this… this would require me to open myself in a way I had never known. To accept the invasion of another, to allow him to touch those sacred feminine places that had never been disturbed before. It would be done to me. Rape. Force. Beg. These were the words Brock had used. Not in the playful sense I had uttered with Yavara, but in earnest. He would be violent, he would use me, he would degrade me and break me as he had done to Yavara. He would make me like her, my mind twisted, my soul tainted, my very nature changed by the corruption of evil pleasures. I pulled out of Prestira without thinking, and faced him. Those abhorrent things whispered within me, a primeval compulsion that I could not deny. I was half dark-elf, and this was how dark-elves became women. We were whores by nature, our depths unknown even to us. And those instincts that had been raped into me by the woman I loved, compelled me to reach out with curious fingers, and wrap my hand around Brock’s enormous cock. I marveled at the feeling of it in my palm, the heat coming off it, the way it throbbed with engorgement. It felt right. In that moment, I knew there’d been something missing in my life since I’d transformed, and it was this. Oh, it was this! I became aware of my other-self, a piece of me that I’d buried so deeply that I hadn’t even known of its existence. But how had I not realized it? For it was as obvious as the organ between my legs. My masculine side, born from the transformation of my female body. It was as gay as my feminine side was.
I tilted my face up to Brock, my vision veiled violet with my succubus pheromones, and with what little breath I had in my chest, I whispered, “Rape me too.”
BROCK
My blood was boiling in my veins, my breaths were heated, my entire being was focused on her. When I got like this, there was no holding me back. She didn’t want me to hold back. I could tell by the glint in her sapphire eyes as she looked back at me, her tiny elf body bent over with her face pressed to the floor, that she wanted it too bad to care how she got it. These dark-bloods were a different breed. I pressed my tip to her pink puckered center, admiring the hairless ribbon of taint that led to her flushed cunt, which glistened with readiness. Her pathetic cock was rigid and leaking stings on the floor between her toned legs, the faggot in her writhing for me. I was about to drive myself all the way in when a small hand stopped me. Queen Yavara pressed her fingers to my abdomen, staying me with her incalculable strength. She moved before Elena, and rested her lover’s platinum-haired head in her lap.
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