Chapter 2: Training and Preparation
The secluded training ground, nestled deep within the dense forest, bore witness to the tumultuous battles that were fought daily. Ancient gnarled oak trees lined the boundaries, their twisted limbs casting dappled shadows on the lush emerald carpet below. The burbling brook babbled gently, its tranquilizing flow a pleasing contrast to the fierce battles that took place here.
Grisha stood with her legs firmly planted, brandishing her broad orcish hands at Dorian's vulnerable testicles.
A cruel, dominant glint gleamed in her blackened eyes as she helmed her vengeful desire.
"You disappoint me, human," she snarled, her prejudice evident in her seething voice. "Your cowardice has made you weaker than the dogs in the kennel."
With that, Grisha drove her finger into the base of her rough, helish nethers and pushed down, releasing a deluge of moisture soaking her own supple crevices.
She lifted her hand to her face, sniffed the potency of her own musk, and licked her fingers slowly, groaning with delight.
"Like this, bard?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "You better eat every last bit if you know what's good for you."
Dorian looked on, incredulous, but he knew he had no choice.
Clenching his teeth, he leaned forward and began lapping up Grisha's juices. They tasted earthy and musky, and she moaned loudly as his tongue caressed her swollen clitoris. He felt a surge of humiliation, being forced to perform such a dirty act in front of the others, but also a strange thrill. There was something satisfying about pleasing this intimidating orc woman, even if it was on her terms.
Meanwhile, Lirael observed the scene with a mixture of disgust and fascination.
The pungent odor of the orc's musk and the sight of the feeble symbol of the bard was repulsive to her. She cloaked herself in magic, shrouding the area in an aura of severe cold that turned the dew drops on the nearby oak leaves into icicles. But she couldn't deny the swelling in her loins, the same power that demanded her to exercise her control over the vulnerable musician.
Her haughty eyes drifted over to Sniks, who was sprawled out lewdly on a pile of leaves. The goblin was greedily fingering her pussy, her legs open wide, displaying her pink insides that glistened with wetness.
A low growl escaped Lirael's throat as she felt the urge to exert even more authority over Dorian, adding fuel to the already intense fire.
She stood behind Grisha, letting her hands wander over the powerful muscles on the orc's arms.
Grisha groaned in response, continuing to moan softly as Dorian eagerly lapped up her juices.
Seizing the moment, Lirael cast a quick spell to manipulate the weather in the clearing, summoning a chill like none other. A biting frost settled, teasing the two bodies in their act. Dorian frowned as goosebumps rose along his flesh, but he redoubled his efforts at pleasing Grisha. It was evident that despite his reluctance, his body couldn't help but respond to the orc warrior's desires.
Grisha ground her pelvis against Dorian's eager mouth, forcing him to devour her thick juices with renewed vigor. Her grinding motion culminated in a crescendo of Moans and grunts as her body convulsed in orgasmic bliss.
As Dorian finally pulled away from her succulent folds, panting heavily from the experience, Lirael stepped closer, her crystalline blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Now it's my turn," she purred, her voice dripping with confidence as her fingers darted towards Dorian's faceless hiding place.
Dorian whimpered in anticipation, knowing that he had no way to escape the power Lirael held over him.
"You think you can resist me, bard?" she asked, a sarcastic smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I think you're going to beg for mercy," Dorian whispered, his eyes watering as Lirael's fingers traced over his straining cock.
"I never thought I'd say this, but I hope you enjoy my load."
Lirael sneered, "Delicious. Everything about you bards is so melodramatic." She pulled the lute from his hand and snapped it in half, then held up one piece triumphantly. "This will give my spells a lovely boost."
Grisha chuckled, "Leave some for our bard, bitch.
He might need it later."
"Oh, don't worry my orcish friend, I'll make sure to take good care of him," Lirael replied with a wink. She grabbed Dorian by the hair and forced him to his knees. Her fingers wrapped around his painfully erect cock, and with a cruel grin, she began to stroke him.
"Please, no," Dorian whimpered, but Lirael ignored his pleas. She tightened her grip, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Shh, little bard.
You should be grateful I chose you for this spell." Lirael stroked his cock harder, her hand moving rapidly up and down, the wetness from Grisha's pussy smearing on Dorian's shaft.
"What do you want from me?" Dorian gasped. He could feel his body tensing up, the familiar pleasure of an impending release building up. Gritting his teeth, he pushed back against the temptation, determined not to give Lirael the satisfaction.
"Just your cooperation," Lirael replied innocently.
"Now come along, little bard. I'm sure the others would love to join in as well."
With that, Sniks abandoned her lewd display and sprang forward, tackling Dorian as he was forced to his knees. The goblin straddled him, her wet, hairy pussy covering his face. She smirked down at him as he spluttered, Sniks' damp curls entangling his nose and mouth.
Despite being taken aback, there was something alluring about her primitive vitality, and his cock responded accordingly, twitching with life beneath his worn tunic.
Without hesitation, Sniks positioned herself over Dorian's erection, acceptingly sliding her dripping pussy onto his cock with minimal resistance. Dorian grunted in approval as her warm, slick moisture wrapped around him, her splayed fingers gripped his shoulders for leverage.
Her wet cunt slopped and sucked at his dick, the sweet stench of arousal and sweat curling around them in a lusty fog. Sniks' breath hitched as she began to rock her hips in earnest, her clit grinding against his pubic bone, sparking an unfurling storm.
Grisha grabbed him by his disheveled blonde locks and forced his mouth to her mound, grinding his face against her wet labia with brute strength.
Dorian felt her legs trembling around his ears as a torrent of moans escaped her mouth. Grisha's smell of sweat and musk assaulted his senses, making his stomach churn, but he kept going.
He glanced over at Lirael who stood on the opposite side of Grisha, her arms crossed and her pointed ears standing tall. Her eyes remained emotionless as she observed with disgust and condescension. Sniks lay on a pile of leaves nearby, masturbating furiously, her wet pussy dripping onto Dorian's face with every thrust of her hips.
Dorian grunted and groaned beneath her, desperate for air. He felt Grisha's strong hands grip his head, forcing his mouth to her pussy, the taste of her juices overwhelming.
Lirael stood watching with a smug smile, her arms crossed as she observed the scene before her. She tugged at the ripped lute strings, her eyes gleaming with delight as the magic surged through her veins. Kaela leaned against a tree, a quiver of arrows hanging loosely from her shoulder.
With narrowed eyes, she watched Grisha dominate Dorian's face, forcing her pussy onto his mouth. She couldn't help feeling a pang of lust watching their interaction, her own loins throbbing with desire.
She wanted him too; his soft, pink cock, and the little noises he made. But she wasn't about to admit that to this group of miscreants. She shifted her weight and observed with pursed lips as Sniks climbed off of Dorian, her grin feral.
Dorian's face was flushed and soaked in the goblin's juices. His lips glistened, swollen from the forceful fucking.
"Enough," Kaela grunted, pushing Sniks aside. Dorian's head fell back against the ground, exhausted as he watched her approach with hungry eyes.
He barely had the energy to beg as Kaela knelt over him, her centaur pussy hovering just above his face.
"You want a taste, don't you?" she taunted with a smirk.
She swung her long, tanned leg over his face, draping one heavy breast across his chest. She was gloriously naked, and the thick curls of her pussy hair masked his vision.
Before Dorian could reply with a quip of his own, she dropped her pussy onto his waiting lips. Wet warmth swathed them, as well as a stronger scent of sex than he had ever smelled before.
Dorian began licking, exploring the new, hairy terrain before him and quickly falling in love with every groove and fold.
Kaela's juices tasted fresh and tangy, like the morning dew on grass, and he couldn't get enough.
Kaela's moans grew louder as Dorian sucked on her clit and then gently slid two fingers inside of her pussy. He moved them in and out, reaching deeper, and then began rubbing her G-spot.
Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through Kaela's body. She gripped the back of Dorian's head, holding him in place as if riding a stallion to the finish line.
Kaela's pussy clenched around Dorian's fingers as her orgasm neared. She threw her head back and howled, the sound echoing through the forest clearing. Dorian continued to lick and tease her wet folds until she finally pushed him away, gasping for breath.
Dorian lay on his back, completely spent. His lips felt raw and swollen; his cock was still painfully erect and dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. Sniks sauntered over to him, her eyes gleaming with desire.
She straddled his waist, her wet, hairy pussy resting on the tip of his dick. With a mischievous grin, she raised her ass into the air and rested her hands on Dorian's knees, pushing her pussy down onto him, impaling herself.
Dorian groaned in surprise, his cock stretching and filling her tight, warm cavity. Sniks began to rock her hips rhythmically, grinding her slick, wet pussy on his cock, taking him for every inch he had to offer.
"Oh shit, fuck me," Dorian moaned, the goblin's heat and tightness almost unbearable.
Sniks' smile widened as she leant down, her hair brushing against his chest as she whispered, "You like that, you little bitch?"
Dorian wasn't sure if he was meant to answer as she upped her tempo, the friction between their bodies building in intensity. Sniks leaned back, her hands grasping her generous hips, completely in control.
Dorian groaned, his cock drenched in the goblin's juices, and his balls drawing tight as he felt the inevitable orgasm nearing.
Kaela stood, her hand darting to her pussy, massaging her hard clit, as she watched Sniks ride her bard lover. Kaela's fingers trailed her slick juices onto her other fisted hand, and she parted her wet lips, letting out a low growl of pleasure. A few droplets of saliva glistening on her chin.
Dorian watched Kaela's hand work furiously over her wet, wanting pussy, her juices soon covering her pale, taut flesh.
"Are you going to come for me, bard?" Kaela's sultry voice was thick with lust.
Dorian whimpered, nodding eagerly, his eyes never leaving Kaela's hypnotic digits. He was so entranced by her that he barely noticed as Sniks' pussy tightened around his throbbing cock, signaling her impending orgasm.
Grisha's hand squeezed Dorian's sack harder as she sensed Sniks nearing her peak, causing the bard to let out a shrill cry of agony.
"Ah! Damn it, Grisha, you're killing me!" He yelled.
"That's the point," she replied with a sadistic smile. "You deserve a little pain for being so weak."
Lirael had been watching with dark curiosity, her body begging for release. She glanced at Dorian, now close to his own climax.
His face was twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The more he resisted, the harder she squeezed, until his body trembled and convulsed. In one swift motion, she tightened her grip and pulled his testicles, causing him to scream out in sheer agony. It was raw, carnal, and painful.
"I can feel you yield to me," Grisha moaned, savoring every moment. "Just like that. Give in."
Dorian was completely in her power, whimpering and gasping for breath, sweat dripping down his brow.
Grisha released his balls, letting him lie there for a few moments, breathless and still in shock.
Lirael had now moved closer to the scene, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief and fascination. She pulled out a small glass vial from her robe and knelt beside Dorian, forcing his lips open and pouring a bit of the floral-smelling liquid down his throat.
"Swallow, bard," she purred.
Dorian obeyed, still too dazed to argue. The liquid tasted bitter but slid down easily.
As Dorian swallowed every drop, Lirael smiled and nodded, pleased with his obedience.
"Stand up," she instructed, helping him to his feet. Her hand remained firmly on his shoulder as her other slipped into his trousers, fondling his manhood. Lirael's fingers squeezed the tip of his cock playfully as she traced her thumb over the sensitive flesh.
Dorian grunted, flinching slightly under her firm grip while trying to hide his involuntary gasps and twitches.
Lirael's lips curled into a vixen-like smirk as she felt Dorian becoming more and more rigid under her touch. Dorian moaned despite his best efforts to hide it, and a wry smile formed on Lirael's lips as she reveled in her growing control over the bard.
With her free hand, Lirael brushed her thumb over Dorian's chin, the adrenaline coursing through them, their eyes locked. "You know, you have such a pretty face," she murmured in a low, sultry tone.
"But I'm gonna ruin it."
And with that, before Dorian even had the chance to react, Lirael bent down, her tongue darting out to trace a line from the corner of his lips to the tip of his chin. Dorian stiffened in surprise, but Lirael didn't stop there - she continued to kiss and lick her way down, her lips pressed against the sensitive spot just below his jaw, her tongue teasing his collarbone.
She was making her way down towards his already hardening cock, and Dorian knew there was no turning back now.
Lirael's lips were now inches away from his dick, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
"You taste so fucking delicious," Lirael muttered, her fangs sinking into his skin as she bit down on the mushroom head of his cock. Dorian gasped, struggling to contain his moans in the forest clearing. Lirael's lips moved up and down, her tongue whelming him, sucking every ounce of blood from his swollen manhood.
Dorian's body twitched uncontrollably, trying to push himself away, but Lirael's hands gripped him tightly.
"S-stop," he managed to mutter, but it was a feeble attempt at trying to oppose the beautiful high elf.
Lirael chuckled, licking and biting at him. "Never, Dorian.
Never defy me."
Dorian gurgled as Lirael applied suction on his cock, every pulse hitting the roof of her mouth. Saliva tasted pungent in the back of her throat as she twisted up and down, the fluid collecting around the bulbous purple head.
His moans sounded desperate, erratic, but deep down she knew they were derived from his submission.
Lirael's grip shifted and she attacked his balls, an act which brought forth a new wave of agony from the frustrated musician.
Dorian's balls throbbed and tensed as Lirael's hands assaulted them. He yelped and struggled, causing his thin frame to writhe under her assault.
Grisha joined in the fun as she thrust her pelvis into his face, smothering him with her sex. He tried to protest, but her mighty hands gripped his head and held him in place. Lirael's powerful magic spells forced him to obey her will and revel in every moment of it.
"I'm going to enjoy myself tonight," she announced, stroking his aching balls with her fingertips. "It's been so long since I found such a suitable human specimen."
Dorian heard the seriousness in her voice, and he trembled involuntarily. Despite his fear, his cock swelled as Lirael's spell grew stronger.
She gripped his erection tighter, and her cool blue eyes beckoned him, challenging him to give in to her whims.
He shuddered, knowing his helplessness in this situation. He squeezed his eyes closed as her lips closed around his head, her hot mouth sliding down over his helmet of lust, giving him no choice but to comply.
His body convulsed as her lips enveloped his shaft, her skilled tongue darting up and down, caressing every inch of him. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, as if he were on fire.
Lirael's grip remained firm, her eyes never leaving his as she moved her lips up and down his cock, the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of his shaft with every thrust.
"You like that, don't you?" Lirael murmured against his thigh. "You want more."
All Dorian could do was nod and let out a strangled whimper as Grisha's grinding grew more insistent, her juices creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the air around them.
His frustration and humiliation subsided, replaced by a strange sense of acceptance.
As Sniks moved her hips to match the rhythm of Grisha, the three of them fell into a regulated dance of pleasure, their bodies intertwining and moving in sync.
Dorian's hands moved of their own accord, clutching tightly at the grass beneath him as he exploded in a burst of raw ecstasy, growling and writhing beneath the combined weight of their female bodies.
The sounds of Grisha's grunts and Lirael's gasps filled the air as they reveled in their conquest of the helpless musician.
Sniks reduced to simpler animalistic noises as she ground her pelvis against Grisha's, the pressure on Dorian's face forcing her to let out primal moans of pleasure. Meanwhile, Lirael continued her relentless assault on Dorian's helpless body, torturing him with his own frustration as his mind wavered between pleasure and pain.
Suddenly, Lirael said "It is time," winking and producing a small glass vial for Dorian's impending semen.
Sniks straddled Dorian's face, thrusting her taut,\n\
hairy pussy onto his mouth with stunning ferocity. Being denied any releases had only increased her lust. She was wetter than ever,,\n\
and her moans only added to the already chaotic atmosphere.
Dorian's hands grasped at the goblin's toned, wet hips,\n\
trying to hold her steady. Her movements were fast and focused and made it difficult for him to breathe through his labored gasps.
With one hand, she gripped tightly onto his twitching cock while the other squeezed and stroked his balls, coaxing him to release all the pent-up sexual energy that had been building.
Sniks cackled with delight, her cunt bearing down on Dorian's face, muffling his moans. He felt himself getting close, the frenzied sensations racing through his veins like wildfire. His hips bucked involuntarily with each flick of Lirael's tongue, his fingernails digging into Sniks' soft flesh.
Dorian let out a guttural groan, his cock swelling and hardening to an almost painful degree as he felt his climax nearing.
"Keep going, you slutty fucking elf!" Sniks moaned, clawing at Dorian's abdomen and thighs. "Drench me in your cum and make me tremble."
Lirael chuckled maliciously and tightened her grip around Dorian's shaft, causing him to jerk in response.
"You won't escape me that easily, my dear bard," she hissed, as she moved her lips back towards the head of his painfully hard cock.
Dorian shivered uncontrollably, the combination of Sniks' pussy smothering his face, Grisha's strong thighs imprisoning his own, and Lirael's dominant grip on his throbbing dick was almost too much for him to handle.
"Please... I can't take it anymore," he whimpered, sweat pouring down his face. He felt himself starting to cum. "Please..." Dorian whispered, his body trembling with desire and exhaustion. "I can't take it anymore." His voice was hoarse, strained.
Lirael's cold laughter filled the air, as she held onto his rigid cock tightly, increasing her pace and aiming the head of his cock towards a small glass vial.
"Now cum for me Dorian, cum for me immediately!" Lirael demanded, as she continued to stroke his pulsating shaft forcefully.
Her grip was vice-like and the pressure was nearly painful, but the threat Lirael held over him of the spells she'd cast earlier had Dorian on edge, and his climax was already close to exploding from his aching cock.
"Fuck yes! Give me all your creamy load, you worthless wimp!" Grisha roared, joining Lirael in fueling Dorian's eruption with sexually charged insults.
Despite his body protesting from the myriad of sensations, Dorian's climax was rapidly rising. The orc and high elf duo's crude words sent a tidal wave of pure pleasure crashing through his very being.
"Ah, yes...yes...here it comes!" Dorian cried out desperately, the final few moments of resistance waning away. The ferocity behind his release sent a hot, thick arc of white fluid forcefully into the small glass vial Lirael had cunningly placed at the tip of his erect member.
With a satisfied expression, she placed the vial securely in her robe pocket. Dorian, overwhelmed with all the pleasure and pain he endured, collapsed onto the ground, moaning and twitching uncontrollably as he processed what had just transpired.
The women, unimpressed by his performance despite their orgasms, stood up and prepared to leave the secluded training grounds.
Lirael moved beside Dorian's trembling body as she whispered in his ear, "This semen will serve its purpose perfectly.