Personal Space

"We all need our own space from time to time. What we do in that space is what's important."

Ciaran Xanderson is my OC (as is Kyran Wolf)

(Ilyse belongs to DarkShadow777 (as do Adol and Devany))

(Giovanna belongs to ElCapitanPinneapple)

 This story is a crossover with DarkShadow's ongoing Livantia series, which you can read here.

Extra tags: femboy, dark-elf, arms-behind-back, rough-oral, hair-pull, piledriver, anal, sweat.

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Naturist Club of Mi'riag. More like "Come-Show-Off-Your-Nethers Club of Mi'riag", Ciaran thought as the group walked through the central area of the building. He didn't like being naked in proximity to so many people, but the group needed that information. Plus, seeing Ilyse's naked body made it worth baring his own. Ciaran just hoped his shaft would remain under more control than Prince Adol's, which stood completely upright.

"So who's this person we're looking for again?" Kyran Wolf asked, who was perhaps the only person drawing as many glances as Ilyse. His thick wolf knot was only half mast, yet many women they passed by eyed it with obvious hunger.

Giovanna-Ilyse's Royal Guard-answered. "A human magic user. They supposedly have dark red hair that's a dead giveaway. Ciaran, can you sense anything?"

"Giovanna, I'm a wizard, not a magic detector." Ciaran snarked in response.

"Let's find them quickly. I don't like being here." Ilyse told the group.

"Lies." Devany smiled. "Anybody looking down can easily see-"

"Devany, if you utter one more word of that sentence, I'll magically change your size, bend you over that rock and ram your rear hole until it's a gaping mess." Ciaran told the fairy.

Devany winked at the wizard in answer. "Don't threaten me with a good time, honey." she answered, causing everyone to chuckle.

"Well, hello there beautiful." A young brown-skinned human man came up to the group. Ciaran saw Adol and Giovanna's hands clench into fists. "That's a good looking body you're showing off."

"Like looking at a nude painting in motion." A pale female companion of his added.

Ilyse was blushing hard as they walked to her "Well, th-thank you. B-but I'm only here for-"

"Sweet-cheeks, we know you're only here to bare your sexy self to all the people." A mature-looking female cheetah interrupted.

A crowd was already beginning to gather around the elf, who could only stammer and stutter, not getting more than a few words out at a time. Ciaran didn't want to stick around to watch this. He'd never been a fan of gangbangs, and with it happening to Ilyse... He needed some space. He walked away, making sure not to look back as the people around Ilyse began to get closer.

He found a secluded space a short distance away. Just a wooden couch with a bunch of cushions. After casting a short-range muffle spell with "Obuoluere" (so he wouldn't hear Ilyse's moans and screams) he lay himself down on it. Thoughts of being here alone with Ilyse were unavoidable. Of her straddling his waist and rubbing her pussy up and down his length as they passionately kissed. Of her sweet pussy juices dripping into his mouth as he ate her out. Of her descending onto his thick cock with a scream of pure delight...

A rustling sound somewhere behind the wizard stopped his carriage of thought. He scrambled to sit up and tried to hide his growing erection, badly failing. He looked over to where the sound had come from and a figure stepped out. A male dark elf was walking towards the wizard.

His ebony, slender figure was completely shaven except for his platinum blonde hair, wavy and hanging just below the shoulders. His dark green eyes surveyed Ciaran's body. His own body was only slightly shorter than Ciaran. As he spoke, the wizard noted that his voice was high pitched but still retained some masculinity. "You don't look like someone who comes here often. Business or pleasure?" he ran a slender finger down the trail of hair leading to Ciaran's naval.

"You're assuming I separate the two." Ciaran answered with a smirk. "Ciaran Xanderson."

"Gywn Treeheart." The dark elf replied, sounding as though it was an afterthought. "So, I'm gonna be blunt and honest: I took one look at that growing weapon between your legs and started leaking at the thought of getting wrecked by it. Care to indulge me?"

"Hmm... Lemme think..." Ciaran pretended to mull over it for a few seconds, though he'd already made up his mind.  After all, Ilyse was having herself some fun-why shouldn't he? "I'd love to, but you're missing a word." He teasingly told the elf.

Gwyn got in front of the sofa, knelt and clasped his hands together "Please can you pound my ass until it's a gaping mess?"

"Yes I can." Ciaran answered, smiling.

The dark elf got to his feet and took Ciaran's hand, gently pulling him along. The wizard supposed he had his own special place for such encounters. Gwyn led Ciaran into a small hut with a brown curtain draped over the entrance. A wooden plaque on the side of the doorway had "Gwyn Treeheart" engraved into it.

Gwyn pulled Ciaran close and met their lips together, guiding Ciaran's hands around to his slightly plump rear. The elf's tongue worked into the wizard's mouth, and the wizard accepted it gladly, meeting it with his own. The wizard groped the elf's rear, squeezing it gently and giving it small slaps. The elf's hands were cupped around Ciaran's face, pulling him into the kiss deeper. Ciaran felt himself getting excited already, and his cock touched Gwyn's almost forcefully as it hardened.

Gwyn broke the kiss, leaving a small trail of drool, and whispered lustfully "Can I make another request?"

"If you remember the magic word." Ciaran answered, in the same whisper.

The dark elf replied "I have a serious thing for forced oral. Could you please tie my arms behind my back and shove that monster down my throat?"

Ciaran thought for a second, then chuckled. "Do you want me to pull your hair too?"

The elf's eyes lit up and he smiled widely. "You have no idea how happy I am that you picked up on that so quickly."

"Then turn around-I need to bind your arms." the wizard told the elf, sitting down on the bed. Gwyn turned around, and Ciaran took a moment to appreciate his plump-ish rear. "Ligatis cubitis et manibus." the wizard whispered, hand cast outwards to the elf's arms. Purple ropes appeared around the elf's elbows and wrists before tightening, pulling them together "They okay for you?"

The elf struggled slightly against the binding "A little bit tight. I can feel it digging in a lot."

"Leviter discoperiet." Ciaran whispered, and the ropes loosened very slightly. "How about now?"

"Much better, thanks." Gwyn answered, kneeling in between Ciaran's spread thighs. "But... Give me a second. I've never had a human cock this big before... I'd like to appreciate it a bit first..."

The elf's face met the wizard's shaft and he sniffed deeply, his tongue teasing the side a little. He moved downwards and his lips wrapped around Ciaran's left sack, sucking gently, sending tingles up the entire length. Gwyn continued his treatment by planting small kisses on each ballsack, then kissing his way up to the left side of the shaft, then moving to the right side and pecking down it again. The wizard found himself laying back and enjoying the tickling sensations Gwyn was creating all along his meat.

Gwyn's tongue ran up the side of Ciaran's shaft slowly, savouring every inch afforded to him. It ran up and down both sides, interrupted with more kisses from the elf's mouth. The plump lips wrapped around the head of Ciaran's meat and his tongue teased the slit, coaxing pre out of it. Then it began to circle the head, and the elf lightly sucked, making the wizard sigh in pleasure.

"Okay... I'm ready for this thing to ruin my throat." Gwyn told Ciaran, who sat up and gripped the elf's curtains of hair. Gwyn looked into Ciaran's eyes and nodded.

The wizard pulled with all his strength. "MMMMMFFFF! GGLK!" Gwyn's moan was followed by a definite gag that the wizard instantly reacted to; slacking off his grip, letting the elf pull back.

"You okay?" Ciaran asked, slightly worried.

The elf nodded once, half of Ciaran's thick cock still in his mouth. He took a deep breath in through his nose, and out again. He breathed again, looked the wizard in the eyes and nodded a second time. "If you want me to let go, just close your teeth around me. Preferably gently." the wizard told Gwyn, pulling his hair softer this time, the mouth slowly descending around Ciaran's shaft.

The elf's plump lips slowly engulfed Ciaran's meat as his mouth was pulled further into the wizard's crotch. Ciaran felt the elf suck deeply and his hips jerked, forcing the rest of his cock down Gwyn's throat. "Mmmmph..." The elf moaned as his mouth fully covered the wizard's length. His eyes looked up to the wizard and he nodded. Ciaran stopped pulling and the elf's head slid backwards, only for Ciaran to pull harder and force his cock back down Gwyn's throat.

The wizard began pulling, then slacking his grip, then tightening his hold and pulling again in a fast rhythm. The elf's head was repeatedly yanked onto Ciaran's cock; seeing how his eyes were rolling upwards on every pull, he was loving every second. Ciaran was finding it difficult to keep his grip on Gwyn's hair tight; his mouth was so good.

"Hlllk! Mmhm! Glrk!" The sounds Gwyn's mouth and throat made as they were violated by Ciaran's cock were so salacious, and caused his mouth to vibrate around the entire shaft. His tongue brushed the cock's underside with every tug, and his throat seemed to close slightly around the head. It was so warm and tight. Ciaran found himself grunting or moaning with every pull.

"Mmm! Mmm! MMPH!" The elf's three moans nearly caused Ciaran to shoot his load then and there, but he found enough restraint to pull the elf's mouth fully into his crotch one last time as Gwyn's eyes rolled upwards in bliss. The wizard let go of the elf's hair, and he began to shift his head backwards.

As Ciaran's shafthead popped out of his mouth, leaving a trail of drool and pre, Gwyn gasped for air. His tongue hung out and his eyes were slightly glazed. He gulped and spoke "I... I think I came... just from that..." The white puddle between his legs confirmed his suspicions.

"That makes it my turn. And I know just where I'd like to put it." Ciaran told the elf, cutting the arm binds. "How do you want it?"

"Ever heard of the piledriver?" Gwyn asked.

Ciaran admitted "Uhh... No."

The elf answered "I lay on my upper back with my legs spread so wide my feet almost touch the ground, and you drill downwards into me."

That sounded familiar to the wizard... "You mean the jack hammer?"

"No, that's the blowjob version." Gwyn corrected him, already laying down and spreading his legs apart, giving the wizard a perfect view of his winking hole.

Ciaran got to his feet and his cock jutted outwards, leaking pre from the tip. He spread the elf's cheeks apart and let a few drops of pre join the spit he used to lube the elf's hole with. He poked the entrance with his head twice, but didn't deny Gwyn for long and began to ease his way inside.

The elf's still-leaking cock twitched as Ciaran pushed downwards into his tight ass. The elf bit his lip to stop himself crying out as Ciaran reached halfway in. In one final thrust, Ciaran pushed the rest of his cock in, confident that his partner could easily take it. A squeal of pleasure escaped the elf, who's toes curled tightly.

"Ah, fuck yeah..." Gwyn gasped. "So good..."

"Deep or fast?" Ciaran asked, smirking.

"Both." The elf replied.

Ciaran began to pull back. "Pick one. You'll get both when I've warmed up."

The elf sighed. "Deep."

The wizard obliged, pushing fully downwards, the elf's tightness swallowing his entire shaft. He quickly built a paced and steady rhythm, pushing into Gwyn's warm hole. Although Ciaran had lubed it well, he could still feel the friction pushing against him as he sank inside. Push, pull, push, pull. He could feel the elf's ass loosening slightly with every penetration.

Ciaran began to thrust harder into Gwyn, the elf's ass starting to tighten with every push. His waist smacked against the elf's cheeks with a resounding slap, and was always accompanied by a yelp of bliss from Gwyn's throat. The elf's ass was getting warmer and the friction increased with every thrust the wizard made, and they were coming much faster now.

"An idea coming to him, Ciaran took hold of Gwyn's full-mast cock and began to stroke him with the same paced rhythm with which he fucked the elf's ass. His hand wrapped fully around it with ease, but it was quite long. He pulled on it slightly, his other hand gripping the outside of Gwyn's thigh. "Oh, fuuuck..."Gwyn began to loudly moan in answer to Ciaran's thrusts and strokes "So niiiiiice..." Ciaran realized Gwyn was approaching his climax and began to push into him faster, his hand matching the speed of his hips."

After a few seconds, Gwyn let out a soft squeak of "Cumming!" and his cock shot one, two, three loads onto his torso. Ciaran paused for a moment as the elf came over himself, then ran a finger over his slit. He licked the cum off his finger; it tasted tangy and slightly spicy.

"Now, I believe I promised you both deep and fast." Ciaran told the elf, who's eyes lit up. "I'd bite my lip." he took hold of Gwyn's cock again, using it as a handle.

The wizard began to drill into the elf's hole roughly. His cock pushed into Gwyn with a ferocious tempo. Having disregarded Ciaran's advice, Gwyn was letting out moans of pleasure that cut off each other with each thrust into his ass. Ciaran could feel sweatdrops running down the side of his face and his back, and began to notice them running down Gwyn's torso and legs. He smiled at the sight.

Ciaran's cock pumped into Gwyn's asshole rapidly, as his hand pumped Gwyn's cock. Each thrust pushed every single inch inside, and the wizard could feel his own pleasure starting to build rapidly. Gwyn's moans interrupting each other, the feel of his throbbing cock, the smell of their sweat, the tightness and hot friction; all were beginning to overwhelm him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he informed his lover.

Tongue hanging out, Gwyn could only breathe "Inside me..."

The wizard pushed inside one last time and felt his self control break. His cock pumped 1, 2, 3 loads into the elf. After he pulled out and backed up a little, the elf's legs just flopped onto the floor, limp. Despite the head rush from the orgasm, Ciaran was still able to grab the elf's hand and pull him to his feet before they fell onto the bed in a tight, sweaty embrace.

The elf and the wizard enfolded each other, Ciaran's cum leaking from Gwyn's ass. How long they lay there, neither kept track. The silence was only broken when Ciaran heard a familiar voice calling his name.

"Ciaran? I can smell that you've had some fun but where are you?"

"Over here, Kyran." Ciaran answered, pulling the cute elf close for a tighter embrace.

"Do you have to go?" Gwyn asked, a little sadly.

Ciaran sighed "I'm sorry, but yes."

Kyran Wolf opened the curtain and told them "Not yet he doesn't." he turned to the wizard "Ilyse isn't nearly done yet. I've fucked her ass twice and she's still not satisfied. Shame Trix isn't here-the things she can do with her lightning..."

Ciaran began to laugh "I didn't think you were into that kind of thing."

"I didn't think you were interested in royalty but you've proved me wrong twice." Kyran laughed back "Gonna introduce me to your new friend?"

Ciaran smirked before speaking "Gwyn Treeheart, Kyran Wolf. One of the best fighters in Asmana."

"Asmana?" Gwyn's eyebrows raised as they shook hands "You guys are a long way from home."

"Yeah, we're looking for information on a recent dragon sighting. We were told to look for a dark red haired magic user." Ciaran told him.

"Oh, you mean Cromwade?" Gwyn asked. "He's at the eastern end of the complex-he enjoys the incense burners."

"I'll be staying out of there then." Kyran muttered. Ciaran raised an eyebrow. "Incense makes my eyes water like crazy."

"Well, let's go tell Ilyse and get out of this city. I've felt every possible pair of eyes on me since we got here and it's set my teeth on edge." Ciaran confessed before turning to the elf "Thanks for the help, Gwyn."

"Thank you for the pounding, Ciaran." The elf answered, licking some of the wizard's cum from his fingers.

A surprising sight greeted the wizard's eyes as they reached the area they'd left Ilyse. The elf princess knelt in the centre, drenched in cum. More cum surrounded her, and multiple men and women were laying or sitting down nearby, clearly out of stamina. But the elf still looked unsatisfied. She knelt with her mouth open, waiting for her next lover to come along. Looking slightly closer, the wizard also saw milk dripping steadily from her outward-jutting nipples.

He exchanged looks with Devany before approaching the cum covered princess. "Ilyse, we've found out where our wizard is. Let's go." The wizard informed the elf.

"But... So much cock..." Ilyse panted, her tongue hanging out. "Want... more... Want... yours..." the elf pointed at Ciaran's shaft and lust swelled up in the wizard, but he knew she wasn't herself-it wouldn't be right.

"I can't, Ilyse. I just got finished having fun of my own." Ciaran told her.

"But... I'm still... so hungry... please... Ciaran... give me... your cock..." Ilyse sat there, playing with her leaking breasts, begging the wizard to come and fuck her. The sight both excited and repulsed him. Devany sighed and cast a hand outwards. A short burst of lightning connected to the elf's forehead gem. She let out a squeal and blinked twice. The lustful gleam in her eyes had gone out.

Ilyse gulped and looked around at all the exhausted men and women nearby, and downwards at her own cum-covered body. She didn't need to ask what had happened. As she stood up, she looked deeply embarrassed, and ashamed.

"Look on the bright side; they say that semen is good for skin." Ciaran told her, trying to lighten the mood.

Adol chuckled "Yeah, and with all of that, yours will stay fresh for the next week!"

Ilyse looked up towards them both and spoke "What? Why... why do I... This is your fault, right? YOU!" she marched to Adol, pulling a fist back, before swinging it forwards and slapping him across the face.

"What? What did I do?! He's the one who made the joke!" Adol pointed to Ciaran, who was just relieved to have not gotten a slap.

"You... Adol, you're a... A pervert!" Ilyse told him, looking so ready to smack him again that he took a step backwards.

Ciaran reached out his left hand and whispered "Tepid aqua imber." A shot of warm water gushed from his 4 fingers and washed the cum off of the elf, and she nodded a quick thank-you, still too angry at Adol to say the words. "We've found our wizard, Ilyse. Let's get going."

As the group followed the wizard and wolf, the fairy told the princess "You need to slow down, and that's me saying that."

Ilyse pouted her lips and pointed at the fairy, red flooding her cheeks "You... You shut up! I... I can't help it!"

The wizard and Kyran exchanged a look as they walked. The wolf nodded to Ciaran's unspoken question, and the wizard took a step back before tentatively wrapping his arm around Ilyse's shoulders. That she didn't throw it off lifted the wizard's heart. He pulled her slightly closer and she gave a sigh, though he couldn't tell what of.

Catching Devany's eye, he pointed at her and mouthed "Not a word." to which she just giggled and winked.

"I can smell incense, and the elf Ciaran probed said our guy likes the stuff. We're getting close." Kyran told the group.

The elf he 'probed'. Really? Ciaran could tell that Kyran just couldn't resist making that joke, and rolled his eyes as they passed a sign welcoming them to the eastern section of the club.

Past Demons

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Adol To Play With

"There's very little that can stop an orc when they've put their mind to something. As a group, they're downright unstoppable." - Bax'til 'Sunforge', Mari Dock's blacksmith.

Prince Adol belongs to DarkShadow777. (As does Ilyse and Devany.)

The Barren Legion belongs to me. (As does Ciaran Xanderson and Kyran Wolf.)

This story is a crossover with DarkShadow's ongoing Livantia series, which you can read here.

(Tags: reverse-gangbang tied-male nipple-play teasing anal-fingering doggystyle rough spanking tied-female body-worship cunnilingus gagged missionary creampie  titjob blowjob facesitting cumswapping anal choking cumflation)

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The group of adventurers crunched gravel under their feet as they walked along the path. They talked genially about their past adventures, swapping stories. There was a muscular human-Prince Adol of Valador. Two curvy elves: one with braided orange hair, one with noticeable abdomen muscles-Princess Ilyse and Royal Guard Giovanna, both of Luxas. A largely built wizard-Ciaran Xanderson. A wolf-hybrid who's fur seemed to glow orange-Kyran Wolf. Finally, a small fluttering fairy with little clothing and dark blue hair-Devany. Normally their group was a little bigger, but they'd thankfully lost the other members for a while.

A ball of fire suddenly engulfed the group, but no burning pain was felt. Only a blinding flash of white and a ringing in their ears were known. Adol felt himself grabbed and a sack placed over his head. He was lifted from the ground and over someone's shoulder. He struggled, but his captor had an iron grip. He shouted for help, but none came. The other members of the group were too disoriented to help him.

Except for Ciaran, who vaguely saw that it was a group of orc women who had taken him, but the sorcerer knew better than to think he could take them on alone. He knew what they wanted with the prince anyway, and he smiled at the thought of it. He found the princess's hand and pulled her to her feet as the rest of the group's visions cleared.

Ilyse spoke "Uh, what just happened?"

"A group of female orcs. They hit us with that spell, grabbed Adol and ran." Ciaran answered.

"They took Adol?! NO!" Ilyse cried, looking around the group but not seeing the prince. "Please, you have to help him! They'll kill him and eat him!" she pleaded with Giovanna, Ciaran and Kyran.

The wolf and wizard looked at each other and burst out laughing together, to Ilyse and Giovanna's shock. Eventually Kyran was able to calm down enough to speak. "Ilyse, orcs in Asmana are different to other places. They won't eat him. They don't need to. Asmana is full of other food to hunt. I doubt he'd taste very good anyway-all that muscle, he'd be too stringy and chewy."

The elf was distraught as she asked "Then what do they want with him?!"

The wizard spoke "Ilyse, you know how elves and humans have different likes and dislikes in others? Like how I think your voice, eyes and legs are the most beautiful things in the world?"

"Yes..." Ilyse blushed at the compliment.

"Well, there's one thing that all orcs like, regardless of anything else: muscles. And Adol is covered with them." Ciaran finished.

Ilyse's eyes went wide "Wait, so they're going to-"

"Yep." The wolf answered shortly, with a slight smile.

The elf pouted slightly at this. "Grrrr... Aaaaadoooll... you pervert!" Everyone except Ilyse chuckled as the group began walking along the path again. The princess looked back, but her feet turned forwards and she kept walking onward after a few seconds. She hoped against hope that he'd refuse-that he'd resist them...

The prince knew nothing but the sound of his own breath and the footsteps that his captors made as they walked. They'd not only stripped him of his armour, but tied his hands and legs together to stop his struggling, so all he could do was shout. He doubted that would help overmuch though, so he saved his breath.

He felt his carrier walk downwards, and the chill in the air told him was inside a cave of some sort. After a minute or two, he felt his wrist ropes get cut, but before he could do anything his balance shifted and he was deposited onto a bed. His wrists were pulled above his head. He struggled, but he felt more ropes tie him to a pair of bedposts and he was almost completely immobilized. The ropes around around his legs were cut but he knew better than to struggle.

There was some rustling noises and indistinct voices, then he heard footsteps getting closer. The sack on his head was pulled off and his vision was black crossing with shades of green at first. But after a few seconds his eyes adjusted to the darkness and the blurs began to form into shapes. Curved, muscular shapes. Adol gasped as he realized he was looking at 5 orc women, stark naked. They were only a few feet away from him.

The one on the furthest left looked like the eldest, but she still looked middle-aged at most. She had neck-length blonde hair and light green skin. Looking further down, Adol noticed modest breasts with dark nipples that looked tempting. Further down was a pair of taut asscheeks that could fill a hand each.

Second left was the largest pair of boobs Adol had ever seen on an orc. Looking up to her face, Adol knew she wasn't a full-blooded orc. Her pale green skin had a definite tinge of pink, and her nose protruded outwards. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and it was a mix of orange and blonde, leaning more towards the latter colour. Her dark blue eyes lingered mostly on Adol's torso muscles.

In the middle stood a tall orc with as many muscles as him. She looked able to crush a tree trunk between her legs. Or hands. Or even her armpits. But her light grey eyes surveyed him with a definite curiosity, taking in every inch of him carefully. Only a light sprinkling of blonde made up her hair. Despite her many muscles, Adol could still make out her breasts and ass, though both were rather modest.

Second from the right was a short orc, with discoloured skin-it was yellowish green. She had a petite body, with tits so small they looked underdeveloped and an ass only just big enough to protrude outwards. But what made Adol anxious was her expression. She wore a smile, but it didn't look like one of happiness. It was more like... like she was a hungry beast finding a meal...

On the furthest right was an orc with a build unlike any he'd seen on one of their kind. Chunky and large. Her thighs touched even though her legs were apart, and her stomach spilled over her waist slightly. Her skin was darker than the others, her hair was the same light brown colour as her eyes. Adol could also see a faint white glow coming from her skin-like an aura.

"Sorry for the way we got you here, but we got the idea that a polite invitation would be turned down." The hybrid told him, her lips curving upwards.

"Wh-Who are you all?" Adol asked.

"I'm Lillith, the leader of this little band." The eldest told him. "And we're the Barren Legion. 5 orc women, all unable to have children. But that doesn't mean we can't have pleasure."

"Pleasure we can get from big, handsome, muscled hunks like you..." The tallest of the orcs stepped forwards and ran a soft hand down his bare torso.

The prince's breath caught in his throat as he told them "Look, I'm sure you're all good women, but I'm just-"

"-not into orcs." 4 of the women finished for him.

The hybrid orc continued. "You know how many men say that, yet haven't actually tried us on for size?"

Adol had no answer.

"Listen Dollface, orcs are used to getting what we want, through convincing or through force." The eldest orc told him, half-sternly. "But I for one would much rather you bend me over and plow my field until I'm sore. What do you say?"

Adol felt himself blushing. It was true that the prospect of fucking 5 orc women wasn't an unwelcome one. In fact, the more he looked at them, the sexier they seemed to become. Perky tits. Taut, round buttocks. And their voices were so silky and smooth compared to the orcs that had kidnapped Ilyse.

Ilyse...

Adol's mind wandered to the sight of the princess with green skin and a body like these orcs. She was offering herself to him to do as he wished with her... The sight in his mind's eye caused a much more carnal feeling to stir within him. He felt his member react in answer, and a giggle escaped one of the orc women.

Lillith smiled and spoke "Well, I'd say that's a clear yes. What about you ladies?" Murmurs of agreement echoed in the small room. "Who's going first?"

"Me." The shortest of the women answered, in a slightly deeper voice than one would think, given her size. "He's already tied up so I might as well."

"Ah, yes. I forgot you're the freak of the group, Greta." Greta stuck her tongue out at Lillith at the comment, prompting a smile from the group's leader.

After stripping off her loincloth, the orc swung her leg over Adol's stomach and began to play with the prince's nipples. She teased them gently, rubbing them with a thumb each. "Um... What are you doing?" Adol asked.

"I consider the bodies of hunks like you to be playgrounds. So many things to toy with..." Greta's voice trailed off. Her thumbs rotated his hardening nipples, and her mouth descended on the left pec. She gently sucked his nipple, and bit it very slightly, her lips smiling at his flinch. She slid her tongue from his left pec to his right and bit his right nipple lightly too.

The orc shifted herself lower and took his cock in her right hand. She began to stroke him slowly, her left index finger gently circling the head. After a minute or so, Greta formed her left hand into a claw and gripped the section just below his head, stroking it in the same slow, soft way while the rest of her hand stroked the rest of him. Her movements showed no sign of either stopping or speeding up. It seemed she was content to just continue like this.

Adol felt himself leaking pre as she massaged him, and also felt a finger begin circling his puckered hole. Normally, he'd object, but instead he felt himself relaxing as she gently pushed her wettened finger inside. It felt strange for the first few seconds, but Greta pushed her finger upwards and he felt a spike of pleasure that forced his eyes shut for a second.

She began to gently finger Adol's hole using the same slow rhythm she stroked him with. She curved her finger upwards at the deepest point of every push, each one sending a surge of rapture through the prince. The sensation, teamed with her strokes, made him feel he might cum if she sped up her movements. Adol was leaking pre like crazy now, and each push upwards of her finger forced a little more out of him.

"Hmm... Yes. I'd say you're ready now." Greta smiled, lifting herself up.

She pointed his cock directly upwards and placed it at her entrance. Then, after a little bit more prodding, she pushed herself down onto it. Greta was extremely tight, as if she hadn't had any sex for months. Considering her kinks, Adol couldn't really blame her past lovers. Despite the large amount of pre, it was very difficult to fit his shaft inside her wetness, and the orc visibly struggled to push down further than she had.

"I can't... push... more... Agh..." Adol could see a tear of frustration rolling down her cheek. Greta felt so tight around his member, but she'd reached just over halfway down his shaft. Her teeth were bared as she struggled to push down anymore. "Fuck... Can't go... further... I've... bottomed... out..."

The orc pushed herself upwards before lowering herself a second time. She still felt too tight for it to be comfortable; like trying to have sex with a pair of bellows. Her small gasps of pain as she struggled to take Adol's thickness made it clear she wasn't enjoying this much more than he was. Maybe even less so.

Lillith stepped in: "Greta, you clearly can't fit him. I tell you to keep yourself loose down there; this is why. You'll tear yourself in half if you keep this up. And we don't need your blood covering his cock."

Reluctantly, Greta nodded and pulled herself off of Adol's thick cock, muttering a small apology. Meanwhile, the tallest of the orcs was whispering to Lillith, who's mouth curved into a mischievous smile. They nodded at each other and the tall orc got onto the bed, but she merely spread her modest ass apart, giving Adol a perfect view of her pussy lips.

Lillith spoke. "Since you're tied there with no way to free yourself and an utterly blue-balled cock, let me ask: would you like to grab hold of Valerie's waist and plow her tight, soaking pussy with your thick, huge cock?" She put great emphasis on all the descriptive words, and Adol could only wince slightly in answer. "To feel her inner lips squeeze your cock as you tear her part with your monster dick? To slam your hips against her with the force of an avalanche?" Valerie smacked her asscheek hard as this was said. "Would you like that?"

Adol nodded rapidly; he couldn't stand anymore teasing. "Yes, I'd like it very much! Please, for the love of the Gods, let me plow her until she's a cross-eyed, drooling mess!"

The eldest orc looked at Valerie, who nodded once, biting her lip. The ropes binding Adol's wrists were cut by magic, and the prince was like an animal out of the cage at the orc presenting herself to him. He grabbed hold of Valerie's waist, pulled her close, and didn't wait a second more than he needed to to thrust inside her after lining his cock up with her opening.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The orcess' scream of pleasure was joined by a groan of relief from the prince.

Adol was surprised to find that Valerie could not only take his entire shaft, but it fit quite snugly into her. Normally women were too tight to properly take him whole. The prince's heart leapt slightly as he realized this meant he didn't have to go slow to start. Adol began to roughly thrust his thick shaft into Valerie's wet tightness, pulling all the way to his tip before pushing inside until his sack swung forwards with the momentum of the movement.

"Yes... Oh, fuck... So big..." Valerie moaned lustfully. "Faster... Make me... Your slut..."

"Oh, I promise to." Adol told her, smiling at her request.

Valerie was tight enough that her slit squeezed his cock, but loose enough that she could fit him with little difficulty. She gripped the bed tightly as the prince thrust into her roughly, her grunts of satisfaction quickly turning into moans of pleasure. His hands gripping her waist tightly, Adol's hips slammed against her ass hard enough to send visible waves of force along her cheeks.

Seized by an urge, Adol pulled a hand back and brought it forwards. The smack on Valerie's cheek resounded through the chamber, quickly followed by a squeal of both pain and pleasure from the orc. Adol spanked her other cheek, and slowly built up a rhythm of slapping her firm, taut ass in time with his thrusts.

Valerie began to thrust back against the prince, her moans interrupted with squeals every few seconds when Adol spanked her. Her approval of the rough treatment didn't surprise Adol-she was tough enough to take it, after all. Maybe regular sex didn't even satisfy her completely. This gave Adol an idea.

"Turn around... And lay down..." Adol breathed.

Valerie obliged as he pulled out of her pussy with a loud plop sound-laying on her back with her legs spread apart for him. He positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust inside again, seizing Valerie's breasts and using them as handles and he pumped her opening with the force and pace of a piston.

Valerie's tongue hung out slightly at the pounding she was receiving, and her moans were delightful. It didn't take a genius to know that she'd needed fucking like this for a long time. Adol slightly regretted that he could no longer spank her, but he imagined her asscheeks were stinging as is.

Adol felt his inner pressure starting to build as he pounded Valerie's pussy. "I'm close!" he told her.

"Pull out when it hits. I want you to cover me in it..." She asked of him.

Adol pushed fully into her and felt his pleasure peak: he pulled out just in time and shot 3 huge loads of cum all over the orcess. The first came out with such force that it landed on her face, the second rested on her chest and the third landed on her stomach. She let out a contented whisper of "Yesssss... Being covered in cum... so good..."

"So, who's next?" Lillith asked. "I want to save myself for last." The chubby orc jumped to her feet at Lillith's words.

The eldest orc raised her eyebrows at the human/orc hybrid, who shrugged and answered the silent question. "No arguments from me."

"Hazel it is then." Lillith clapped her hands together. "Now Dollface, Hazel loves-and I mean LOVES-being kissed all over her body. If you can't or don't want to get every part, that's fine-just make sure you get her torso." Adol took all of Lillith's words in as Hazel lay on the bed.

The prince saw something purple coming from her hands, and as it bound her legs to the lower bed he realized she was tying herself up. She also bound her wrists together and placed them above her head, but didn't bind them to the bed. She looked at the prince and nodded, signalling that she was ready.

Adol began by meeting his lips to Hazel's. His mouth worked it's way down her neck until he reached her generous breasts. He sucked on her tasty nipples for a few seconds each before kissing his way onto her pudgy belly. He planted a large circle of kisses around her naval before his mouth pecked down to her open legs. Skipping past her tempting opening for now, he set a series of kisses on each of her chubby thighs instead, slowly working his way inward until he reached her pussy.

The prince met his mouth to her nether lips and the orcess jerked a little. He couldn't resist the urge to let his tongue sample her juice: she tasted sweet, and a little fruity. He looked curiously up to her and she nodded once, giving permission for further treatment. His thumbs spread apart her outer walls and the pinkness inside looked more than tempting: it was inviting.

Adol's tongue washed over Hazel's nether lips and she shuddered in pleasure. He began to lick her opening in a slow but steady pattern, savouring every drop of juice his tongue touched. His rhythm stayed paced, and he made sure to push his tongue inside slightly, prompting Hazel to jerk slightly each time. each jerk pushed his tongue a little further in, and his nose was flooded with her scent.

He kept this up for... he wasn't sure, actually. A minute? 10? 30? He lost track of time restraining himself from rushing it. "Hhn!" Hazel almost silently grunted to get his attention, before she motioned for him to move away slightly. Once he got onto his knees, her gaze turned directly to his cock, which stood upright and ready. It was clear what she wanted.

Adol didn't hesitate to shuffle forwards and place his head at her soaking opening. He looked into Hazel's eyes and she nodded. Adol's cock pushed, inch by inch, into Hazel's dripping tightness. Her mouth opened in an obvious but silent moan. He pushed deeper, and deeper, until he felt his sack slap lightly against her. The prince pulled back to halfway down his shaft and pushed back inside, quickly building a fast rhythm. Within a few seconds, he was pumping Hazel's opening steadily, but not slowly.

"Uhn!" Hazel grunted, teeth bared as she struggled to fully take his shaft. Her slight whimpers told Adol to go harder. The orc's toes curled and her mouth opened in a silent scream of rapture as the prince obliged her. His cock rammed into her and her palms closed into fists. Her body was shaking and a tear escaped her eye. If her tongue wasn't hanging out slightly, Adol would think she wanted him to stop.

Hazel shakily held up a finger and Adol paused for a moment. She placed the finger to Adol's forehead, and his vision shimmered. The orc's skin became pale. Her hair turned bright orange. Within seconds, Adol was staring at the plump figure of his beloved Princess Ilyse. A large piece of cloth gagged her mouth, but she nodded once, eyes full of need.

Adol's heart leapt at the chance to fuck the elf princess, and he began to thrust into her pussy harder. Ilyse shook with the pleasure, her shapely legs pulling against her bindings with every thrust. No sound escaped the gag, but sound wasn't needed-her squirms and closed eyes made her pleasure clear.

Ilyse's bound hands worked up his left arm and she took his hand in hers. Opening his hand, Adol felt the elf entwine their fingers as he fucked her tight wetness. She lifted their arms upwards to the top of the bed and his right hand met hers, their fingers locking together too. In answer, Adol bent slightly lower and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, still pushing into her deeply.

The prince felt a great swell of lust and began to thrust into his beloved's tightness harder-without abandon. Ilyse's hands closed tightly around Adol's and she thrust back against him a little in answer. Adol was certain that if her legs weren't bound, she'd wrap them around his waist. The thought of such a thing happening caused another spike of lust to surface within the prince, and he began to slam into the princess, his hips slapping against her body with each push.

Adol felt his inner pressure starting to peak. Ilyse could sense it too, and silently looked down at her stomach, telling Adol what she wanted. Adol was only too happy to gratify her, and pushed into her as the inner pressure broke. His thickness injected two large loads deeply into her pussy and Ilyse's eyes rolled upwards with the pleasure.

As Adol pulled out of his beloved, her figure began to shimmer, giving way to a heavily panting Hazel. It seemed she could keep the spell up no longer. Or felt it pointless to keep it up further. She also removed the bindings around her arms and legs, letting go of Adol's hands. She stood up shakily, cum dripping between her thighs.

"Tha-thank you..." Adol breathed.

Hazel's finger moved in the air, a line being drawn. At first it looked like gibberish, but then she turned the words around and it read "No, thank YOU." She smiled and lay in a nearby chair, looking more than satisfied.

"Well, I think my turn next." The human/orc hybrid spoke up "So Dollface, how would you like to feel these milk makers wrapped around that thick, hard cock?"

Adol nodded rapidly. "Yes, please! Those huge melons look..." He caught her eye and found himself unable to finish. "Well, you know how they look." he half-sheepishly finished. He lay on the bed as she clambered onto it with him, her udders hanging as low as her elbows.

"Wait... I've got an idea." Greta piped up. "Char, if you want his cock, then I can take his mouth."

"Hmm... Yes, that could work. Dollface?" Char asked the prince.

Adol smiled in answer-he'd get to lick Greta's pussy and get a titjob from Char? This was an all around win! "Yes, I can do that. I'll try not to get too distracted."

"You'll be trying a great deal." Char teased, licking her lips.

Greta leapt onto the bed and swung her leg over Adol's face before lowering herself onto it. Adol's tongue immediately set to work licking her pussy, causing her to nearly lose balance with the sudden pleasure. She instead got onto her knees, and his nose detected a mixed scent of venison and salad and he began to lick her.

He felt Char's huge tits wrap around his cock. They were soft and warm, and he could tell that she'd lubed them with her spit before placing them around him. They didn't engulf his cock completely, for he could still felt his head sticking out. She lifted them up so his head was between them and slid them back down his cock; it felt nothing short of amazing.

Adol hadn't forgotten about Greta though, and his tongue wormed up and down her slit. She pushed herself forwards, her hands resting on Adol's torso. He hoped she wouldn't decide to play with his nipples again. He felt Greta's juices drip into his mouth, adding taste to scent. Somehow, the prince found Greta's bead with his tongue and licked along it, causing her to shudder with pleasure.

"I think he likes my milk makers." Char smirked as she massaged his cock slightly faster. The prince savoured the soft flesh against his slightly twitching cock.

"And my pussy..." Greta answered, between moans. "Gods, his tongue..." Adol internally smiled with pride at her reaction to his licking.

"Oh. He's starting to leak some of the cum the other ladies got. Good thing I don't mind sloppy seconds..." Adol felt Char's plump lips wrap around the head of his shaft and her tongue licked the slit, her huge melons still pressed around his cock. He felt the hybrid start to suck him off, and his moan against Greta's pussy caused her hands to slip and she fell forwards a little.

His cock was being massaged from all angles, and he didn't think he'd be able to hold on for much longer. Char seemed to tell; she pressed her tits together around his shaft, sucking him harder. Adol's tongue shifted side to side across Greta's bead, his tastebuds flooding with her juices, but he somehow knew he wouldn't be able to make her cum in time.

Resigned to this conclusion, Adol let his point break again, and his cock spurted a hot, thick load into Char's mouth. She moaned around his cock as he came, her mouth greedily gulping down his seed. He felt her head and udders lift off his shaft as Greta also got off of him. The two orcesses kissed, and Adol knew Char was letting Greta taste his seed. The thought caused a spike of lust somewhere in him.

"I'm sorry, Greta." he apologized.

Greta gulped down his seed and answered "Don't. It takes an actual cock to make me cum, and we've read that story already.

"And that leaves me." Lillith stood up. "And I've saved the best for last, because you get to fuck my asshole with that thing."

Adol felt his heart skip a beat. "Seriously?"

Lillith smiled a little sorrowfully "Yup. Because of... complications with my first-and only-childbirth, I lost the ability to feel pleasure from my pussy." Adol only now noticed it: a long vertical scar just above her nethers, marking where she'd been cut to save the child. "So, I've learned to enjoy anal instead. But before you make my asshole gape with that monster, you'll need this." She held up a small bottle full of clear liquid. "Pour it onto your cock; it'll not only lube it up, but sensitize it too. You'll feel double the pleasure."

"What about you?" Adol asked. He didn't want her to miss out any pleasure.

"Just make sure you go deep and hard, and try not to cum too soon." She answered, looking pleased that he asked about her gain.

After handing over the potion, Lillith lay on her back and spread her asscheeks with her hands. Adol poured the potion onto his cock-he needed to use the whole bottle to get every inch-and felt it prickle slightly as he absorbed it, although some stayed on the outside. He knelt in front of her and placed his head at her asshole. He only prodded once or twice before pushing inside her.

Lillith's ass was tight and warm, and the potion ensured there was no friction upon descending into her. His cock was indeed much more sensitive: Adol could feel every individual centimeter he pushed into her hole, and there were a lot of them. He felt his waist meet Lillith's inner thighs and looked into her eyes.

She whispered two simple words: "Ruin me."

He whispered back "My pleasure."

Adol pulled his cock all the way back before roughly slamming into her, prompting a soft moan from both of them. He repeated the action, and again, and again, building up to a rhythm. Within a minute he was pushing into her both deep and fast, her moans only slightly louder than his own. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her legs had curved around his own.

"Please... Choke me... Just a little..." she asked of him, between thrusts.

Adol paused his thrusting for a second "But what if I-"

Lillith answered quickly. "One tap on your hand means harder, two taps means softer, three taps means let go."

Satisfied, Adol wrapped his large hand around Lillith's wide yet supple neck and he lightly squeezed as he began to thrust into her rear again, not building up to his rhythm this time. Lillith's hand tapped once and his grip on her neck tightened, though he wasn't using his whole might. He also began to push into her sphincter harder. A short "Hrk!" came from Lillith's throat, and she stuck her right thumb upwards, though her eyes had turned slightly upwards from Adol's features.

Lillith tapped his hand once again, and Adol closed his hand around her neck with all his strength. Judging from the sweat covering her body and the slight shaking, she was enjoying this a lot more than her facial expression conveyed. Her legs had also wrapped around his waist, and she seemed to push him forwards with them, silently asking him to go harder. Adol obliged her, and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure.

Adol felt Lillith's asshole tightly close around his cock as he thrust into her. Her body also started shaking a lot. Realizing she was cumming, he loosened his grip (although not wholly) and an unmistakable cry of rapture escaped her mouth. Adol didn't stop thrusting into her; her ass had become even tighter as she'd orgasmed and the prince felt his own limit approaching rapidly.

He breathed "I'm gonna-"

"In-side!" Lillith requested in a strangled cry, for Adol had resumed choking her.

The prince felt himself reach his limit for the fourth time, and with one final push all the way into Lillith's tight asshole, he shot one huge load deeply inside the orcess. One hand released Lillith's neck, and a sign of contentment escaped her. Adol was certain that her stomach grew very slightly as his cock finished dumping it's load into her.

As Adol pulled out of Lillith's tight rear and let go of her neck, Char spoke "Your friends have gone to Bluegrass. They'll be staying there until you arrive."

"How do you know?" the prince asked.

Lillith answered, panting as she got off the bed. "Kyran Wolf... followed your scent... and told us... Just before you... started kissing Hazel... Heh... As good a lover... as you were... I someday want... to feel that thick wolf knot... tear me in half..." Her eyes went slightly out of focus as she daydreamed, something that Greta smirked upon seeing. The short orc lightly slapped Lillith's face and she returned to earth, gulping and licking her lips. "Anyway, you'd better get going... before we change our minds about letting you go." she added a wink afterwards.

"Let me just ask: how did the rest of you... You know." Adol was curious about it. It wasn't very often orcesses were born infertile.

Lillith sighed and looked to the other members, who all nodded. She spoke a little sadly "I've already told you my story. Char is infertile due to her hybrid nature. It's a miracle she was born at all-human semen usually isn't potent enough to impregnate orcs. Valerie took a near-fatal arrow as a teenager, and the medicine the tribe had to use to save her left her barren. Greta... was captured by orc-hating bigots and tortured. I'll spare the details." Adol suddenly understood why she liked teasing men. "As for Hazel, you could say that's nature's bidding too. She was born with some kind of defect that left her unable to produce eggs."

Adol half-wished he hadn't asked, but he was nonetheless glad he had. The prince pulled on his armour and set off out of the cave, thanking the orcs for their "hospitality". The walk to Bluegrass from the cave wasn't as long as Adol thought it was, although the sunset turned to nightfall. He was waved through the gate by two guards who told him he looked tired, and that the Bluegrass Inn had beds for rent. Figuring he'd find the group there, he headed there straight down the centre of the city.

The inn was packed with people, but little talk was going on. A single bard played a guitar on a small stage to the left. Scanning the tables for familiar heads of hair, he recognized the dark brown hair of the wizard. The prince made his way to the wizard, sitting close enough to the bar that the young elf bartender walked over to take his order.

"So, you enjoy your time with the orcs?" Ciaran asked snarkily.

"Hmph. You're just jealous because they want nothing to do with muscle-less men like you." Adol scoffed in answer and turned to the bartender "I'll take something that could knock an orc out, please."

"One of those days?" the elf chuckled. "I'll be right back, Sir." and he disappeared behind a door to the side.

Ciaran laughed and took a sip of his drink. "I'll have you know Hazel has sought me out before now. She prizes intelligence over muscles. I'm surprised she wanted anything to do with you."

Adol bit his tongue to stop himself answering. This choice turned in his favour a second later, when Ilyse rushed into him and hugged him tightly. "ADOL! Gods, I was so worried..."

"I told you they didn't want to eat him." Ciaran casually told her, adding "Your drink's here, Adol."

The prince handed over some gold to the bartender with one hand while hugging Ilyse tightly with the other. "I'm okay, beloved. They just wanted to...erm..."

"Me and Kyran already told her." Ciaran informed him, sighing.

"Tell me you resisted, Adol. Tell me you didn't just let them-" Ilyse gulped, unable to finish.

Before Adol could answer, Ciaran began to laugh. "Oh, he let them alright, Ilyse. I can tell by the very slightly noticeable glint of satisfaction in his eyes. It's something only men can see, sorry to say. Well, men can see it in men. Women see it in women."

Adol looked into Ciaran's eyes and saw the same glint. One flick of the wizard's eyes toward Ilyse told Adol everything. The prince felt a raging animal in his heart roar loudly at his rival's smug smirk. He suppressed the urge to turn to violence-it would accomplish nothing but making him look bad in front of his beloved.

Ilyse beat him to the punch. Quite literally: she smacked him in the face. "Ugh! I knew it! You can't just control your urges, can you?"

Ciaran struggled to keep his voice steady. "Don't be hard on him, Ilyse. As honourable a man as he is, he still needs to learn how to refuse such offers." The wizard downed the rest of his drink and stood up. "Well, I think I'll be going to bed. It's getting late. I'll see you in the morning, Adol. Same to you, Ilyse. Unless you want to sleep in my room-it's warmer, after all." He kissed Ilyse's hand and headed up the stairs at the back.

Ilyse blushed a little and bid Adol a stiff goodnight, before following Ciaran up the stairs.

Adol stared into his drink, rage coursing through him. That wizard... he was just so, so... infuriating! For all his talk about Adol being immature, he certainly enjoyed playing pranks on the prince. That was probably what he talked with Devany about so often. Hmm... Maybe it was time for Adol to pull a prank of his own on the wizard. But he'd have to think long and hard about it. Maybe Devany would help him out with it. She'd likely love it.

A plan was already forming in his head, and he smiled as he imagined the look on Ciaran's face as it happened.

Humility and Humiliation

Whatever their status or situation, Wakeeda always helps those in need... for a price.

Wakeeda is my OC.

Prince Adol belongs to DarkShadow777.

This story is a crossover with DarkShadow's ongoing Livantia series, which you can read here.

(Tags: prince adol wakeeda witch-doctor analingus chastity public-humiliation cunnilingus)

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Prince Adol was desperate. Desperate enough to take advice from his love rival, the wizard. Desperate enough to come here, a disgusting swamp in the southwest of Asmana. Desperate enough to ask a witch doctor, of all people, for help. He just wanted to be rid of this curse. It was ruining his chances to get any women, and worst of all, it constantly made him look like an idiot in front of his beloved Ilyse.

He didn't knock yet, though. He was going over what to say in his head. The stranger had warned him that the witch doctor didn't like ladies men like him. He wanted to be sure he wouldn't screw up his only chance at getting the curse off of him.

A female voice rang from inside the shack: "I can't help you while you're out there pondering what to say to me, Adol."

The prince gave a start. How did she know? Deciding to just make it up as he went along, Adol pushed the door. He found himself in a large room with a huge table in the centre. On one side was a huge shelf full of many different potions. On the other was a counter like you'd see at a bar, as long as the room, with alchemy equipment filling it.

A woman quite a bit shorter than him stood slightly to the side, mixing potions. She had pale skin-almost grey in fact, dark brown hair that flowed to between her shoulders, as well as a rather taut rear. All across her body was many pieces of jewelry, as well as bracelets and anklets on her arms and legs. Adol knew this was Wakeeda.

"So, you're the lustful prince of Valador." the witch doctor observed, not turning around. "I'd like to say it's a pleasure or an honour or any of that, but I wouldn't want to give you any idea that I like you."

"Then let us skip the pleasantries and get to the point." Adol decided to use her hostility to his advantage. "I doubt you want me here for long if you hate royalty."

"Who said I hate royalty? My only problem is the royal titles-too formal. Not all kings, queens, princes and princesses are spoiled brats." Wakeeda informed him. "Just look at Ilyse. Beautiful, strong and optimistic despite everything she's been through. I feel sorry for her, being forced into marrying an unfaithful man like you." she muttered something about "Ciaran" at the end but Adol didn't hear it.

Adol's temper flared. "The arranged marriage was our father's idea. I would never-NEVER-force her into marrying me. I love her too much to do that. I'd rather she be happy alone than miserable with me."

"I don't doubt that for a second. I know you're a good man in your heart of hearts, but you sometimes act like you never entered adulthood. It makes you look less like a prince and more like a jester." Wakeeda informed him. "In any case, shall we skip to the reason you're here?"

"You're the one who opened on hostilities, but please do." Adol conceded. Arguing wasn't going to get them anywhere.

"You want to remove a dirty word curse, you have to fix the problem that caused it in the first place." The witch doctor told him.

"You mean I need to stop picking up women in taverns?" the prince half-asked half-joked.

Wakeeda gave an amused chuckle. "No. Well yes, you do need to cut that out, but that's not the problem. Arietta put it on you because you not only destroyed her asshole, but were rude to her afterwards. You treated her like a piece of meat, not a lover."

Adol became suspicious of her suddenly. "How do you-"

"I'm not in contact with her, if that's your thinking." Wakeeda preempted him. "The spirits tell me everything, Your Lustfulness. Everything. But back to the point: you need to learn to control your lust. Restrain it."

"I restrain it plenty!" Adol argued.

Wakeeda simply asked. "Then why are you concentrating your gaze on my ass so much?"

Adol was taken aback; she wasn't anything like the witches he was used to dealing with. Her sentence was a statement, not a question. And the prince couldn't answer without making himself look like a pervert.

"That's what I thought." He could tell the witch doctor was smiling. "You need to learn humility."

Adol conceded. "Okay. Where do we start?"

"You can start by laying on the table and licking my rear hole." Wakeeda told him, turning around at last. She was quite averagely built, with the smallest bit of fat around her legs and arms. Most of the fat was concentrated in her chest, though: her tits jutted out like two watermelons.

"Wh-what?" Adol asked, surprised at not only her request but at her large tits. He had to suppress an urge to fondle them.

"Liking what you see?" the witch doctor asked, placing clenched fists on her hips.

"Yes. You're a very beaut-bea-really sexy lady who I want to fuck all day!" Adol spurted. This damn curse...

"Even if you weren't cursed, your charms have no effect on me." Wakeeda informed him, though he was sure he saw the faintest trace of a smile. "You're lucky I'm helping you at all, you know. I can't stand skirt-chasers like you."

"You're not flattered you make the curse affect me?" Adol asked, maybe a little too virulently.

Wakeeda crossed her eyebrows and took a step towards him. He backed away; she looked genuinely angry now. "Your standards are so damn low, the ugliest woman in all the realms would make that curse affect you. Now either lay on the table or get out." Her voice was a whisper that carried a deathly hiss.

Adol clamped up. He felt nothing short of insulted, but knew better than to talk back. She was still willing to get rid of the curse, and if all he had to do was lick her rear it sounded like a bargain. He clambered onto the table and felt his armour disappear from his body and saw it reappear in a washing bowl nearby.

"You didn't have to do that; it's not that dirty." Adol told the witch doctor, laying on his back.

"The table does that automatically. Saves me time doing it myself." Wakeeda shrugged, moving over to him.

The witch doctor climb onto the table and swung her leg over his face. Her rear hole gently pressed against his mouth. He breathed in her scent (it reminded him of a certain flower from Valador) but suddenly felt something cold wrap around his cock and it went completely limp. Adol realized with a shock that Wakeeda had just put a chastity cage on his member.

 

"What the he-" but Wakeeda's ass covered his mouth and the rest of the word was muffled.

"I told you: you need to learn restraint, Your Lustfulness. This will help you." Wakeeda stated matter-of-factly. "Now, start licking."

With a sense of reluctance (licking a beautiful witch's rear hole didn't end well for him last time), Adol allowed his tongue to wash over Wakeeda's starfish. She let out a sigh of relaxation and Adol seriously hoped she wasn't about to fart. That said, whether he'd rather live with the curse or taste her gas, he didn't know.

The prince licked her hole again and she shuddered very slightly. He began to run his tongue around the opening, meeting each of the creases. Wakeeda pushed more of herself onto his face, and his tongue pushed inside her for a second. She jumped in surprise at the sensation, which Adol was grateful for-he was able to breathe for a second.

"Breathe through your nose." She told him, settling back onto his face.

He took a deep breath through his nose, and Wakeeda's scent filled his nostrils. His senses. His mind. His cock pushed painfully against the cage, but his tongue continued to circle Wakeeda's tight aperture. He began to lick faster, the scent and taste of her sweat driving him. Her hand shot downwards and the rapid squelching sounds told Adol she was masturbating furiously.

The prince changed his direction and began licking Wakeeda's hole counter-clockwise. This came as a minor shock to the recipient, who stopped pleasuring herself for a second before reverting back to her vigourous action. He paused for a second to push his tongue inside her, prompting a soft "Ah-!" from her. He slipped it in was far as he could before drawing it out and caressing the outside again.

The witch doctor began shaking as the prince circled her puckered entrance more forcefully-pushing against it with his tongue. She began to grind her ass on his mouth, his tongue pushing inside a little bit with each movement. Adol kept his pattern up-licking around the outside of her sphincter, faster and faster until-"MMMMMM!" she'd bitten her lip to stop her announcing her orgasm, but she couldn't stop herself shaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

After a few seconds, Wakeeda got off the table aquiver and Adol followed her. She took a potion off the shelf, pulled the cork out and drank deeply. After a second or 5, she stopped shaking and her eyes came into focus. Her gaze turned to the prince.

"Okay, now are you going to remove the curse? And the cage?" Adol asked, eager for his cock to be free again.

"Hmm... No." Wakeeda bluntly told him. "There's one more thing you need to do first."

"What?" Adol asked, an eyebrow raised.

Wakeeda smirked. "Find your way back."

Before he could question her, she threw an orb of blue light at the prince's feet and a second later he felt himself fall through a vortex of purple, blue and white light. He didn't know how far or for how long he fell, but he looked down to see a portal he knew he was going to fall through. He braced for the impact and felt himself land on hard ground, the pain shooting through him.

He struggled to his feet and looked around to see he was in a city square. A breeze against his member made him look down in horror. He was still naked. Not only that, he still had the chastity cage on.

People were already beginning to notice the stark-naked prince in the square. A young orc woman nudged her human companion and pointed at him. From her face, she was desperately struggling to hold in laughter. Noticing everyone had almost the exact same expression as her, Adol spotted a nearby alley and darted into it, only to emerge into a street full of people.

The townsfolk, the shopkeepers, even the city guard laughed at him as he stumbled his way around the foreign city. This was humiliating. Degrading. He had no idea where he was going, and he was far too embarrassed to ask anyone for directions. He paused in another alley to get his bearings, and felt a firm hand grab his asscheek.

He wheeled around and the orc woman from earlier pushed her ample tits against him and his back met the wall as their lips and tongues met. After a second or two, he struggled against her grip and managed to push her away. She got in close, smiled cheekily and asked "What, don't like women who can kick your ass?"

Adol pushed against her again, desperate to get away. She gripped his wrist, pulled him close and whispered in his ear "You're going in the wrong direction anyway. Her swamp is Northeast. You're heading straight South." She pecked him on the cheek, turned around and gave a short wave as she headed back to the square.

How did she know?

Adol chose to follow her direction, even if it meant heading back into the crowds. He tried to cover up as best he could but there was little point. The cage around his member was digging in slightly now. A chuckling guard handed him a compass and gave him the same advice the orc did: head Northeast.

Adol thanked the guard and followed the compass. It lead him into a bazaar full of people, and he tried to hide his rapidly blushing face. Of course, that just attracted even more attention to him.

"Wakeeda?" a blacksmith's shopkeeper asked him, smiling widely.

That was three people who knew. Realization hit the prince like a brick. "This... This isn't the first time she's done this, is it?" The prince asked, shocked.

A wave of laughter overcame almost everyone nearby. One of the guards controlled his laughter enough to say "Friend, she's pulled that trick on everyone from a cuckolding farmer's wife to a King. We're not laughing because you're naked-we're laughing because we know how it happened. She's never involved a cock cage before now, though. She must really hate you. Or really like you. Only Gods know what goes on in that woman's head."

So she'd pulled this trick on an Asmanan King too? She clearly had even less respect for royalty than he thought. Adol was disliking the witch doctor more and more by the second.

The townsfolk were sympathetic despite their laughter, and within ten minutes he'd found his way out of the city. As Adol exited the main gate, he wondered if he'd do the same if the roles were reversed. Of course he would. He was a good man at heart. He wouldn't just laugh and let them suffer like that. Especially not now he knew how it felt to be so humiliated.

Adol luckily didn't come across anyone during the walk down the stone path leading through the hold. He didn't want to divert from the track, but knew he'd eventually have to. That eventually came far too soon for the prince's liking as a faded sign saying "Spirit's Swamp" led him off the path and into the bog.

Adol pushed onwards through the mud and filthy water. It occurred to him that he had no idea where he was going, and this swamp was huge. He'd only found it the first time because he'd marked trees with an "A" to let him know when he was going in circles. He had nothing to mark the trees with this time.

As he reached a hard part of ground, he stopped to check his compass but it was broken. Instead of north, it pointed directly east. He walked a bit further north and the compass began to slowly point southeast. The arrow pointed towards the witch doctor's abode; this, he knew. Happy to have a bearing, he followed the direction the arrow pointed.

The swamp was disgusting, and everything below his thighs became covered in mud and grass as he struggled to continue, foot by foot. If Wakeeda refused to undo the curse and cage after this, she was going to regret it. He wasn't as mad as he wanted to be, though: he knew it was the witch doctor who was guiding him via the compass.

After an uncountable number of minutes, the sight of Wakeeda's huge shack finally hoved into view through the mist. The view filled the prince with renewed vigour and he suddenly found pushing through the mud a lot easier. He fell against the door and wrenched it open, anger filling him.

"Ah, you made it back." The witch doctor observed.

"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?! You...! You..." The prince was furious, and he nearly reached for his thunder sword.

"For a man with a dirty words curse on him, I'd think you'd have more to say." Wakeeda chuckled. "Calm down; I've had my fun now. Lay on the table again and I'll take the curse and cage off. I'll even clean the muck off."

"Just what is your problem with royalty anyway?" Adol asked her.

"What gave you the idea I hate royalty? I already told you I don't." She raised an eyebrow.

Adol pointed towards Lapvale City "The folk in the city told me you've done that to a King!"

"Everyone I pull that trick on is either unfaithful or prideful in some way." Wakeeda told him seriously. "The spirits and I couldn't care less about his status as King. We saw nothing but an adulterer who needs to be taught a lesson. Now lay on the table and I'll do what you came here for."

Adol just wanted to leave, so he tightened his throat to stop himself from arguing further and laid on the table. With a wave of her hand, Wakeeda wiped all of the mud and dirt from him. Another wave and the cock cage was gone. Then she grabbed his throat.

"Breathe through your nose. This is going to burn like fire." she advised him, closing her eyes. He started breathing through his nose and she began to repeat a chant "Adole bitque in maledictae verba." slowly; carefully. Adol felt heat slowly rising in his throat with each repeat of the words, then suddenly, at Wakeeda's word "Nunc.", his throat was alight. He tried to scream but his voice was silent, his eyes shut tightly as he willed himself to push through the fire and the agony. He didn't know how much more he could take.

Wakeeda's hand lifted from his neck, but his throat was still burning. He heard her rushing to the potion shelves. He quickly heard her returning and sat up in expectation. Instead of pouring the drink into his mouth though, she poured it onto his throat. Instantly, the fire and the pain were gone.

"Did it work?" The prince asked, in a slightly lower tone than his voice carried.

"I don't know, I've never done that before. Ow..." Wakeeda admitted, now pouring the potion onto her blistered right hand. "Try it. Say something nice to me."

"Um... You're a very beautiful woman?" As he finished the sentence he'd started, the prince's eyes lit up. "Your divine face is something the gods themselves are proud of?" Another one. Could it really be? "Your body is no less than a temple dedicated to their expert craftwork!" It worked! It was gone! At long last, he was rid of the curse! "You have so many of my thanks! I could kiss you!"

"Please don't." But Wakeeda couldn't stop herself smiling. "I'm damn glad that worked-I was worried I'd melt my hand if I did it a second time."

"Don't your spirits or whatever protect you from that?" Adol asked, curious.

"I wasn't channeling the spirits to do that. I was channeling the same kind of arcane magic wizards and mages use. That's why I came so close to messing it up. Woah, wait a second." Wakeeda told him as he began to sit up. She clambered onto the table. "I need to do a short test. Just stay still."

Wakeeda placed a foot either side of the prince's head began to finger herself rapidly. From his point of view, he had a perfect eyeshot of her fingers pushing into her wetness, the middle and forefingers stretching her lips apart. He found himself wishing she would place that sweet opening on his mouth. He could lick her to countless orgasms, just like the one she had while he ate her rear...

"Well, well. Congratulations. You pass the test." Wakeeda stopped fingering herself. She wore a wider smile now.

The prince was confused. "What? What test?"

"Instead of jumping to thoughts about your pleasure, you thought about mine first." The witch doctor seemed happy with this result as she got off the table. She began checking off her fingers "So; curse undone, chastity cage lifted, and life lesson taught. Yep, we're done. You can go now, Adol."

Something stirred in the prince. This witch doctor had just removed this curse and taught him a valuable lesson. And she was okay with getting no reward for that?

"Wakeeda?" Adol asked tentatively. His inner voice was chanting "Don't mess it up."

"Hm?"

"I know you told me not to kiss you, but..." he took a deep breath and steadied himself "What about on your... other lips?"

The witch doctor wheeled around quite quickly. Her eyes displayed shock as they met his. "You're serious?" she asked.

"Well... yes." the prince answered "The only other thing I can offer for your help is coin from my land, and I doubt you have much use for that."

Wakeeda smiled understandingly. "You're not obligated to give me a reward, y'know."

"Then thank of it as a think you. No, wait..." Adol sighed as he realized his verbal screw up.

"So even without the curse you mix words up?" Wakeeda told him, smiling in amusement. "Very well. But you don't touch your cock. Let's see how your restraint holds up on it's own."

 

Even now, she was trying to help him control himself. He nodded in answer and she lay down on the table, legs spread apart. Her glistening pussy looked so tempting.

Adol got in front of her on all fours and bent his head low. Figuring that he wouldn't be able to get comfortable, he shifted his legs to the side and lay on his waist. He bent towards Wakeeda's nethers and kissed her lips with his own. She was already leaking in anticipation, or perhaps from his earlier treatment of her rear.

His tongue spread over the area and he found that the water from Wakeeda's well tasted amazing. It was sweet, yet piquant enough to make his tongue tingle slightly. He gave her nethers a longer lick and she shuddered in pleasure. He began to construct a rhythm of long licks across the length of her groove.

Adol found himself easing up as he licked Wakeeda. Her contented sighs each time his tongue washed over her opening. The sweet taste of her juice. The scent of her opening. It was all so intoxicating. Adol began to lick her faster, his tongue reaching every inch of her outer nethers. He pushed his tongue into her wetness and she let out a soft moan.

Without a warning, the witch doctor grabbed a handful of the prince's hair and pulled his mouth into her slit. In answer, he licked her opening deeper, pushing his tongue inside as far as it would go. His cock stretched painfully, aching, but he disregarded it. Restraint. This wasn't about him.

Adol's tongue darted across the witch doctor's well, exploring every inch it could. He made sure to push his tongue inside her every few seconds, though. Meanwhile, the prince's fingers acted on their own: spreading her lips apart to allow his tongue further access into her nethers.

He brushed against her bead and she jerked slightly. He smiled to himself: so that was her sweet spot. He moved slightly upwards and his tongue washed over her bead again. He began to slowly massage the witch doctor's bead with his tongue, delighting in her frequent jerks, for they-along with her soft moans-told her how well he was doing. Almost without thinking, his index and forefingers worked their way inside her honey pot and began to push in and out in the same rhythm with which the prince licked her bean.

Wakeeda bit her lip and was squeezing her tit with the hand not gripping the prince's hair. Her toes were curled and her legs were too weak to stay upright-she'd placed her feet on the table. Adol fingered her faster, drawing back his tongue and sucking on her bead. The sounds of Adol's fingers thrusting into her wetness was all that was heard throughout the room.

Until Wakeeda's restraint snapped. "Ah-AH! AAH! CU-MMING!"

The prince pressed his mouth to Wakeeda's entrance as she squirted. Her sweet juices splashed all over his mouth's insides, filling both his taste and smell senses with the aroma. After the first,  she let loose another torrent of squirt into his mouth and flopped onto the table.

She let out a sigh of satisfaction as he swallowed her sweet squirt. "Thanks, Prince Adol. I needed that."

"I thought you didn't like royal titles." The prince enquired.

"That only applies to people who I don't respect." she smiled back at him and his heart felt a little lighter. "Can you get me a stamina potion? They're light green and have Stmn written on them."

He grabbed one of the bottles holding light green liquid from the shelves and handed it to her. She popped the top and drank it in one fell swoop. She let out a long sigh as her breath returned to her.

"As much as I'd like you to do that again, haven't you got a princess to find?" Wakeeda teased.

The prince started again. Adol had almost forgotten Ilyse in the midst of the humiliation. "Oh crap! Thanks for reminding me." He hastily pulled his armour back on and grabbed his thunder sword. It felt different somehow-like it was more powerful.

Wakeeda noticed his look of confusion. "Oh, I added an enchantment while you were finding your way back. The more pain you're in during a fight, the more powerful the blade becomes. It won't make much difference against regular enemies, but it might be enough to tip the balance against stronger foes."

"Oh. Thank you." Adol smiled at her, sheathing the sword and walking to the door.

"You already did." she answered as he opened the door. "Just make sure you're more polite to women from now. If you come back here with another curse on you, you *really* won't like what I'll do to you." She told him, standing up and moving back to the counter.

"I'll take it under advisement." Adol joked, stepping through the door and closing it. Despite the lesson he'd been taught that day, he couldn't stop himself taking one last look at her rump before the door shut.