One was in my ass, two were in my pussy, one was between my breasts, and two were in my mouth. Those that occupied the same holes took their turns, but that hardly made it bearable. I was writhing between them, my nethers stuffed so tight that I could no longer distinguished between my ass and cunt, for the flesh that separated was molded to their driving cocks. As one man in my womanhood grinded alongside the man in my filthy hole, the other man in my womanhood pressed against my ceiling, hitting that wonderful spot as he stretched me. I could not sound my thankful ecstasy, for I was gurgling on orc shaft, each stinking piece of meat being shoved impatiently down my throat one at a time. My mind was blank, my instincts long taken over. My body jerked in reaction to every violent pleasure, shifting up and down. The cock running between my breasts pulsed and burst, splattering my chest with load after load of his stinking milk. Another took his place, using the nectar left to lubricate his motions, spreading that wonderful butter into my flesh. I didn’t know how long I was there, or how many men I’d taken. All I knew was that the succubus had to drag me out, for I’d continued to fuck even after she’d had her fill.
I was at a casino. I didn’t have any money to bet, so I shamelessly prostituted myself in front of the roulette table, then took the man’s chips, and put them all on red. He spun the wheel, and before the ball even found its bearing, I’d vomited all over the table, and collapsed.
“Adrianna?” Came a voice, “Adrianna?”
I blinked. “Certiok?” I slurred.
“Holy shit, are you trying to die?!”
“Actually, I was trying to live.” I groaned, and managed to get myself upright off the table. I looked at the wheel. “Twenty-four, black. Just my fucking luck.” I slurred, then eyed the goblin gawking at me. “Hey mister, how many chips you got there?”
“I think you’re done.” Certiok said, and hoisted me into her arms. I always forgot how strong orcs were, even the women. She carried me out onto the street. It had become noticeably less busy, and the depressing twilight of approaching dawn was on the horizon.
“Adrianna, while you’re carrying my daughter in your belly, I’d prefer it if you didn’t fucking drink!” Certiok growled.
“It’s safe to drink during the first trimester, don’t get your thong in a bunch.” I slurred back.
“Is that a fact?”
“It’s science, bitch.” I belched, “Besides, dark-elves heal fast. Our baby can take a few hits while in the oven.”
“And I always thought you were the responsible one.”
“What? I can’t let loose every once in a while? Do I always gotta be a straight-laced cunt?”
Certiok wrinkled her nose. “When did you get the tattoo?”
“What?”
“On your back. It’s of a she-orc.”
“Shit, I must’a got it between the succubus fight and the casino.”
“You got it tonight? You guys really do heal fast. Who is it?”
“Sherok Terdini.”
She stopped. “Why, Adrianna?”
“She’s the namesake of our daughter.” I snuggled against Certiok’s breasts. “I got the tattoo from a Terdini artist who knew her well, which is ironic, because I killed Sherok when Elena was getting her first tattoo. I guess letting that arrow fly was the start of everything.”
“Adrianna, you don’t need to—”
“Lemme say this. I gotta get it off my chest while I’m drunk and have the balls to tell you. We weren’t going to attack that day. Brock and Trenok were gone, so I’d called off the raid to do surveillance. Then Sherok looked up, and she saw me, and I had to do it. I didn’t want to, but my men were all over the place, and if we’d tried to retreat, it would’ve been a slaughter. I didn’t want to do it, Certiok, that’s all I’m trying to say. It wasn’t meant to happen. If I could go back in time… I don’t know… then I wouldn’t’ve become… I’m grateful, you know, but the regrets… that’s what ghosts are… I didn’t know Prestira… I’d heard she was a great woman… I killed her badly… and that vampire girl… just following orders… cull the herd… it’s for their own good… I’m a good man, right April? April…? Why are you crying?”
Wake up, sleepy-head.
I woke up in my chambers. The dawn sun had just crested the hilltops to the west, and bathed my room in warm light. I groaned, my body aching, my head feeling like I’d spent all of last night beating it against a wall. The three beds pushed adjacent to mine were all empty, everyone off doing their morning work in preparation for the day’s festivities. I rolled over to find Yavara resting next to me, grinning below a pair of burning orange eyes.
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