Chapter 4: The Breaking of Elune's Chosen
Bruthos’ mouth worked her like a creature starving. His tongue thrust deep, curling, stroking the trembling spot inside her. His lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard, pulling desperate little gasps from her throat. His fingers pumped both her pussy and ass in savage, perfect rhythm.
Maiev shook violently in the ropes—her enormous breasts swinging beneath her, nipples dragging the air with frantic sensitivity. Her glowing white eyes rolled back, then widened, then squeezed shut in pure panic. “Oh gods—oh gods—Bruthos—” she gasped, voice cracking into a high, helpless cry. “I— I can’t— I’m—”
Her belly tightened. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers. Her ass squeezed around the thick digit invading her. The tribe leaned forward, stroking themselves harder, moaning as they watched her entire suspended body begin to tremble. She was going to cum. She was right there. Her pride—her vows—her discipline—all crumbling beneath the force of that orcish mouth.
Her glowing eyes snapped open in terror as she realized: She was about to fail her rite. She couldn’t climax under him. Not in front of the entire tribe. Not at his touch. She tensed and then the magic hit. A cold, electric clamp seized deep inside her pelvis, a ring of arcane force she could feel but not see, locking her orgasm just out of reach. Her whole body convulsed. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her pussy fluttered wildly but nothing released. Nothing happened. Her climax hung frozen, burning, trapped.
“NO—!” she gasped, voice hoarse, glowing eyes wide with panic and betrayal. “No, no, no—why—?!” Bruthos lifted his face from her soaked pussy slowly, his beard dripping with her arousal. He looked up at her with a victorious grin. “You agreed to the rite, Kaldorei,” he murmured. His fingers stayed inside her—curling gently, making her gasp through clenched teeth. “No climax until the victor allows it.” Her breath shattered into a sob.
“You bastard,” she hissed, shaking her head, breasts swaying wildly with each tremor. “You— you tricked me” The elf groaned, “No,” Bruthos growled, rising to his full height as he wiped her juices across her thigh. “You underestimated me.” The orcs surrounding them stroked their cocks faster now, grinning as they watched her suspended body twist in agony—pleasure trapped inside her, flooding her, consuming her. Bruthos stepped between her hanging legs. His cock—massive, thick, still slick with pre-cum and faint traces of her saliva—jutted upward, heavy and ready.
He cupped one enormous breast with his hand, squeezing the weight of it until she moaned helplessly. Her glowing eyes fixed on him, fury and desperation warring inside. “You can’t…” she whispered, voice trembling. “You can’t take me like this. I haven’t failed— I haven’t—” Bruthos smiled. “You’re shaking. You’re dripping. You begged without meaning to.” He pressed the fat head of his cock against her swollen, aching entrance. “And you can’t cum without my word.”
She gasped—sharp, broken, terrified. “That means,” he murmured, nudging her folds apart with the blunt pressure of his tip, “the rite is mine.” Her breath stuttered. Her pussy clenched, trying desperately—pathetically—to cum. Her glowing eyes filled with humiliation. Bruthos leaned in close, whispering against her ear: “And now I’m going to penetrate my proud little Kaldorei… while she’s drowning in the orgasm she can’t have.” Her whole body trembled and Bruthos pushed forward.
Maiev hung suspended, trembling violently in her ropes, her enormous breasts swaying beneath her with every shuddering breath. Her glowing white eyes were wide—panicked—as Bruthos nudged the thick head of his cock against her slick, swollen entrance. She couldn’t cum. She needed to. She was drowning in it, her whole body pulsing with a climax locked behind ritual magic she had agreed to. Her glowing eyes locked onto Bruthos as he pressed the fat head of his cock just barely inside her folds.
She gasped—sharp, high, almost a sob. “Stop—don’t—don’t do it like this—” she whispered, voice trembling, humiliation dripping from every word. Bruthos smiled slowly, one hand sliding up to cup her massive, perfect breast. His fingers sank into the soft, heavy curve effortlessly, lifting the weight of it, feeling it sway in his palm. “Oh, I’m doing it exactly like this,” he growled. He pinched her nipple—hard enough to make her back arch in the ropes. Her bound body jerked. Her pussy clenched around nothing. Her trapped climax surged upward—hot, unbearable— And she STILL couldn’t cum.
“Your body’s begging,” Bruthos murmured, stroking her nipple between his thick fingers. “But you don’t get release until I say.” “Bruthos—please—” she stammered, glowing eyes flickering in humiliation as the tribe leaned forward, stroking themselves faster. “I can’t— I can’t take it—”
“You can.” He pressed another agonizing inch inside her. “And you will.” Her pussy stretched around him—slow, hot, painfully full—her slick walls clinging to every ridge and vein. The head alone made her gasp; the next inch made her whine. A broken, shattered little sound that cracked her pride wide open. The tribe groaned at the sound, stroking faster, their eyes drinking in the sight of her suspended tits bouncing as Bruthos worked deeper. “OH—gods—” she gasped, head rolling back. “N-not so—slow—”
Bruthos’ voice rumbled against her throat as he leaned up to her ear: “That’s the point.” He pushed in another inch. She screamed— not in pain, but in devastated pleasure. Her enormous breasts swung, nipples dripping, brushing his chest as she rocked helplessly in her bonds. Her pussy fluttered wildly around him, spasming with the orgasm she couldn’t have. Her glowing eyes overflowed with tears of frustration. He squeezed her breast again—hard—fingers digging deep, lifting the heavy mound and bouncing it deliberately. She moaned, helpless. “You feel that?” he murmured, rolling her nipple in slow circles. “Every inch of me is going inside you. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
And he did it— inch by inch, slow, merciless, breaking her. Her slick walls stretched further, swallowing more of him until she could feel him in her belly—deep, heavy, filling her completely. The hoist creaked with each tremor of her body. Her breaths came in shattered sobs. Her glowing eyes locked onto his face, furious and pleading all at once. “I—can’t—” she gasped. “I c-can’t take it—please—don’t let me—don’t make me—” Bruthos slid his other hand up her chest, cupping her second massive breast. His palms were huge—callused—hot. He lifted the heavy globes and let them bounce against each other, smearing his spit and her sweat across her purple skin. Her nipples were so hard they throbbed visibly.
She moaned—a deep, guttural, broken sound—and her pussy clamped around him AGAIN, spasming, desperate for release. The ritual magic refused her. Her climax hit the wall and stayed there, burning, climbing, growing until she was shaking violently in the ropes. Bruthos groaned, pushing deeper— another inch— another— until his pelvis pressed against her ass and she was stuffed full with every monstrous inch. Her glowing eyes rolled back. She screamed into the night sky. “YES—oh—YES—FUCK—PLEASE—!” The tribe roared approval, stroking themselves in unison, watching her tits slam upward with each deep breath, watching her pussy clench around him, watching her entire body tremble with a pleasure she wasn’t allowed to finish. Bruthos held himself fully inside her— deep, deep, deep— and whispered into her ear:
“You’re mine to crack, elf” His hips rocked slowly, grinding inside her. “And I haven’t even started breaking you.” Her head lolled. Her voice was a ragged whisper. “Let me cum…” “Please…” “Please—Bruthos—please…” He smirked.
“No.”
Maiev hung in the hogtie, suspended in the ropes—wrists pinned to ankles, spine bowed into a helpless, obscene curve. Her enormous breasts swayed beneath her, heavy and trembling with every ragged breath. Her glowing eyes were already dazed, already ruined… and Bruthos wasn’t even deep inside her yet. He stood behind her bound body, hands wrapped around her hips—huge, possessive palms spreading her wide. His cock, thick and dripping, slid through her folds with a wet, hungry sound.
Her breath hitched. Her pussy stretched around him with a wet, desperate glk as the head sank fully inside. “Ohhh—f-fuck—” she gasped, voice cracking into a high whine. Bruthos grunted low in his chest and slammed his hips forward. THWAP. His balls struck her soaked pussy, loud and lewd, making her entire suspended body jolt in the ropes.
Her scream tore out instantly. “AH—! Bruthos—!” Her tits swung violently under her, nipples aching, brushing the night air with every brutal impact he delivered. THWAP—THWAP—THWAP— His heavy balls smacked her again and again, slick and loud, each clap wetter than the last as her juices spilled down her thighs and his shaft.
Bruthos leaned over her bound form, one hand reaching forward to seize her breast—lifting the massive weight of it, squeezing it hard enough to make her whimper. His fingers sank deep, kneading, rolling her nipple between thumb and knuckle until she writhed in the ropes.
Her pussy clenched around him in frantic, fluttering contractions. The magic denied her again—locking her climax tight, trapping it, making every thrust feel like it might break her spine.
Bruthos growled with satisfaction as he felt her seize around him. “Listen to your body beg,” he rasped. And then he drove into her harder. He hammered her from behind, deep, relentless thrusts forcing the thick tip of his cock to slam against her cervix with a wet, sticky clok every single time.
“AAAH—! OH GODS—Bruthos—DEEP—TOO—DEEP—” Her voice was shredded. Her eyes rolled back. Her breasts bounced helplessly with each brutal snap of his hips. The sound of their bodies joined into one obscene rhythm: THWAP—clok—schlk—THWAP—clok—schlk— His balls, her soaked folds, the tip pounding her cervix—lewd and wet and unstoppable. Bruthos grabbed her other tit—both massive breasts now trapped in his hands. He squeezed them together, bounced them, twisted her nipples until her scream cracked open into something guttural and broken.
“Feel how deep I am,” he snarled, thrusting so hard her body swung forward in the ropes. “You’re taking every fucking inch.” Her pussy spasmed violently, milking him, begging without permission. Her climax surged—then hit the ritual wall—then backed up inside her like molten lightning. Her sobbing became wordless. Just gasps and squeals and sharp, high moans that spilled from her ruined throat.
Then—mid-thrust—her voice found meaning again. A single, desperate plea: “Master—cum inside me—please cum inside me!” Her face flushed with humiliation the instant she said it. Her body shook in denial and need. Her pussy tightened around him like a fist. Bruthos groaned at the words—his cock throbbing deep inside her. But his answer was a harsh, hungry growl.
“No.”
He slammed into her harder, the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoing through the clearing, the tip of his cock battering her cervix with ruthless precision. Maiev screamed—long, raw, broken—her whole body convulsing in the ropes as pleasure too big to survive tore through her with no release, no mercy, no end.
And Bruthos fucked her deeper. Harder. Faster. Driving her past pride, past thought, past anything except the sound of her own slutty, desperate moans and the brutal rhythm of his hips destroying every last piece of her restraint.