Strange Meditation (Part 2/2)

"We all have our owns ways of relaxing and clearing our minds." 

Extra tags: m/f, dragon, vanilla, fingering, missionary, titjob

Ciaran Xanderson is my OC.

Fu-Long belongs to DarkShadow777.

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Well, it had taken him hours, but he reached the near-top of the mountain. Wakeeda had told him to make sure he didn't go above the clouds-he was grateful she'd clarified that. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't this.

It was a garden. A beautiful garden, full of trees and flowers he'd seen in Gyk Springs. But somehow, everything was more pronounced up here. He was acutely aware of the cherry blossoms drifting through the garden, the flowery scent, the feeling of the wind. There was a waterfall cascading into a small lake, too. It looked refreshingly cool, and he had to suppress an urge to strip off and leap into it.
"Greetings, traveler." a gentle voice spoke. Ciaran turned to see who it was.

The dragon had teal skin aside from her front, which made Ciaran think of vanilla. Her white hair flowed to her waist. Her muscles were apparent all over her body: from her busty chest, down her chiseled torso and powerful legs to the end of her crescent-moon tail. She wore a cloth tied in a knot between her breasts to cover them and a long cloth thong. She spoke again "I knew you would come... My name is Fu-Long, and yours is...?"

"Ciaran Xanderson. But if you knew I was coming, didn't Wakeeda tell you my name?"

"I know not who this Wakeeda is; I sensed your Ki approaching." She explained.

"Well, Wakeeda is the woman who sent me here. She told me that meditation might help me relax."

"I see... I can tell by your eyes that you need to clear up some thoughts that make you unhappy... and unhappiness stops the development of your soul..." Fu-Long observed "You came to the right place... peace is the only thing you need... and this sanctuary is full of it..."

"Could... could you help me? I don't know how to clear my head..." Ciaran confessed.

"Only if you wish to gather peace in your soul... Buddha once said that turbulent minds were like the ruthless sea, and only the mind itself can wish to return to be blue and peaceful... I can help you, if you want me to..."

"Please do. It has... been a long time since I've known peace." Ciaran told her.

"Very well... Come follow me..."

He followed her and they came to a cave entrance with a door. Fu-Long pushed it open and Ciaran followed inside to find a small area that was almost certainly used for meditation. She sat down with her legs crossed, and the wizard imitated her. He felt strangely healthy for someone who'd just hiked halfway up a mountain. He could even feel the feeling returning to his numb legs.

"Okay, now: do you know how to relax your body?" Fu-Long asked.

"Not really..." Ciaran admitted.

"Okay, we'll start with breathing. Breathe with me." She told him "In... out..."

Ciaran found his breathing hard to concentrate on. What right did he have to be here, resting? What right did he have to take respite at all? Especially when so many people in the world were under threat.

"In... out..."

"Just concentrate. You've earned this rest." he told himself quietly, but his stomach squirmed. He hadn't earned this rest. He hadn't earned anything. Everything had been handed to him for free...

"In... out..."

But it was no use.

"I'm sorry; I can't concentrate..." Ciaran spoke, opening his eyes. After a brief pause, he continued "I'm just really antsy. I don't think I should be resting here when there are innocent lives in danger."

From the look the dragon gave him, she knew he wasn't telling her the whole truth. "Ciaran, as it's your duty to protect the innocent, mine is to deliver justice and heal the souls that need it... like yours. But no healer can close a wound if you don't let them touch it or know where it is..."

"Miss Fu... I know you want to help, but you're asking to see a wound so deep it opens back to my childhood. Are you sure you want to try healing it?"

"I feel the real question here is... do you want to leave that burden and let it go?" She asked him "There once was a man, that wanted to follow Buddha, but he always had this heavy load on his back, making it more and more difficult to do it. One day, he noticed this man, and asked why he was taking so much with him. He told him it was his luggage, he needed every single thing in there, he thought he might need any of those tools and stuff to please Buddha. Calmly, Buddha told him the only thing he needed is to be happy... It's okay to have luggage, but not to the point it prevents you to travel along... The man realized he didn't need so much and left his burden behind, being able to hear what Buddha had to say from that day onwards... It's not about following a man, though... it is about what makes you go so slow that you stagnate in unhappiness..."

"I can't cast this burden off entirely. Without it, I wouldn't have a reason to fight. I wouldn't have a reason to travel. Then I really would stagnate. But... could sharing the burden help ease the load of it?" He wondered aloud.

"I would gladly share the burden of your story if it means it weights less heavily upon you." Fu assured him.

Ciaran sighed and began his story: "I guess it starts with Westend. In that hellhole, I was a noble's son. While my father groomed my brother to take over the family, I listened to my mother. She spoke sympathy for the common folk into my ears. I tried to help them out where I could, but my father disapproved. Even broke my nose once. I found my answer in magic; I'd create fires for the homeless during winter and such."

"Your mother sounds like a brave woman, disregarding your father's wishes like that." Fu-Long told him, as he took a breath.

"She was. She's one of the only two things I miss about that place." Ciaran replied, smiling a little. "The second is Lady Maria, the royal court's sorceress. My magic caught her attention and she took me under her wing. In her spare time, she taught me about magic and sparred with me. I was 20 when she discovered I was a wizard. She believed I was destined to be more than just a noble's son, and encouraged me to strike out on my own. But she taught me a little about arcane magic and told me to never stop seeking knowledge."

"Leaving your home and family couldn't have been easy." Fu-Long said comfortingly.

"It scares me how easy it was. It's only now I see how privileged I was, and how much help I could have given the poor folk." Ciaran answered, a little coldly.

"What happened after you left?"

"I wandered and explored Westend's realm. Had a lot of close calls, but learned many lessons because of them. Two years after leaving the city, I was captured by bandits who intended to ransom me back to my family. But Vanessa..." His voice broke momentarily. "Vanessa found me in the dungeon. She set me free and... I don't want to call it love at first sight but..."

There was a pause.

"She was your first lover, then?" Fu prompted.

"She was so much more than that. She was my soulmate. I just know it."

"I'm sure she was beautiful. In body and soul."

"More than you can know." Ciaran answered "But..." His smile faltered and a tear flowed from his eye. He pressed on, determined to tell his audience. "We entered a cave intending to clear it of necromancers. It was only when we were inside that we discovered they were trying to resurrect a long dead tyrant queen. We stopped them, but I failed to see the skeleton behind Vanessa..."

"Oh..." Fu-Long realized where this was going.

"Next thing I know, I've shot a dark magic spell at the arch necromancer and I'm cradling her near-lifeless body in my arms. W-we exchange a few words, then she goes limp." Ciaran's voice turned a little sterner "Before you ask, it was the darkest of magic spells... I worse than killed that man."

"Occidere..." Fu-Long muttered "So you're full of guilt and anger?"

"Mostly anger." The wizard confessed "At necromancers who seek to extinguish life. At those in royalty and nobility who make life hell for the common folk. And most of all, at myself, for not only failing to protect my soulmate, but for losing control of myself afterwards..."

"You're blaming yourself for a loss of control that was not your fault." Fu told him "Blame is the poison of the soul. You told me that you wander the earth seeking knowledge. Everything that happened to you made you learn. You are now a better person than before, because of what happened to Vanessa."

"That's debatable." Ciaran replied. "There are only two things I want to do anymore. One is fight, and the other is... the opposite. It's only when I do those things that I feel anything beyond my self-hatred."

"Well, you learned to focus what happened to you into helping others, that does make you a better person. Others choose wrong paths... But also remember, you can't help others, if you keep hating yourself. Don't hate, embrace and accept..."

"I know you're right, but... Fu, do you believe the Gods and Goddesses grant people second chances?" Ciaran was trying desperately not to sound despaired "I ask because... If my soulmate-the person I'm destined to be with-is gone, that pretty much ends all hope of my finding love again..."

"Good gods know mortals aren't perfect. In fact, Buddha came as a guide to the world, not as a ruler, and he believed that people can learn and have second chances... I'm sure the gods not only would grant you a second chance, but also... would be happy to see you are a good person..."

"...Thank you, Fu. I feel... a little better... I think I can concentrate on the meditation now..."

"Okay. Then keep yourself steady and close your eyes again. Focus on nothing but your breathing."

Ciaran closed his eyes and focused, tuning out his thoughts of doubt and self-hatred. Forcing himself to shut out the voice in his head. He could hear the voice screaming as it faded into nothingness. He then heard Fu's slow chanting again, clear as the sun on a cloudless day.

"In. Out."

Ciaran obeyed. In. Out.

"In..." she repeated.

In... 

"Out..."

Out...

"In..."

Ciaran began to feel himself drifting... No... Floating... As if he were in a sea... Or... on a sea? The lack of water splashing made him think otherwise. He could hear...

"Ciaran..." echoing.

The voice was-

"Ciaran..."

No way...

"Ciaran..."

It wasn't possible, but he opened his eyes to make sure.

The voluptuous figure with freckled skin. The orange-ish blonde hair tied in a ponytail, the sapphire eyes, the golden hoop in her left ear.... The only thing that changed was her dress and lipstick, which were both the same blue as her eyes. 

"N-Nessie?"

"What's the matter, Ciaran? You look like you've seen a ghost." She joked, confirming it was her.
There was a pause.  Nessire only smiled, and Ciaran didn't know what to say. 

Except-

"Nessie, I'm really s-"

"Don't." She told him "Stop apologizing for something you couldn't control. Not just for my death, but for losing your cool afterwards. It's not your fault you lost it-anybody who knew that spell would have done what you did."

"I wish forgiving myself was that easy."

"It IS that easy. You don't need me hanging over your head like a raw fish stored above cooked chicken."

"But I do, Nessie. Without you, what reason would I have to fight like I do? Sure, I had this grand idea of redeeming my family's name, but after losing you, it seems fruitless."

"You were always a fighter, Ciaran. You never gave up, never quit, never stopped. I know you're not going to give in."

"Giving in seems like the smart option right now."

"It may be, but you were never the smart guy. You were the guy trying to do what was right. That's why I fell for you. You just need to believe in your cause again."

Ciaran sighed "I know... but I don't know how I can."

"You'll find a way. Or you'll find something new to fight for. 'The night may be long, but the dawn is coming. You just have to stay alive long enough to see the sunrise.'" She quoted easily "So please, stop thinking so awfully of yourself. And for fuck's sake, stop thinking you've got no more chances at true love."

"I'm just finding it hard to let you go..."

"I'd rather you let me go than know I'm holding you back." Vanessa answered, rather sternly.

Another pause while Ciaran digested her words. "Thanks, Nessie. It was good to see you, but I can tell I'm not wanted here." He could feel the air closing in. This was the realm of the dead-the living had no place.

"Sadly not, or I'd already be stripping both of us off." Vanessa chuckled "There is one last thing I want you to do..."

"Anything..." Ciaran told her.

"Spar with Fu."

Ciaran blinked "What?"

"You and I both know: inferior whetstones make for dull swords. Fu is a very good whetstone. I need to know you're as sharp as you can be, love."

"Okay... I'll ask her to spar with me."

"Oh, and take care of yourself."

"Don't I always?"

"Not lately, no. Please remember that you have people who'd miss you, as you miss me." She sounded more serious than Ciaran had ever known her to be in life.

"I'll... keep that in mind."

"At the front of it, love." Vanessa leaned in.

"At the front. Goodbye, Vanessa."

"Goodbye, Ciaran." She pressed herself to his lips.

They shared a kiss, and then she was gone.

He opened his eyes. The air released it's grip. He felt a single tear rolling down his cheek, but for some reason, he was smiling.

Fu smiled back, pleased with him "What did you see?"

He wiped the tear away "Someone I deeply needed to. To see again. To apologize to, but she didn't accept it. To ask for advice, but she had none to give me. That's okay though. Just seeing her again was enough."

"Anything else?"

"Yes. She asked me to spar with you."

"I see." Fu answered "Normally, I don't fight unnecessarily, but sparring also helps in clearing the mind... and warriors also need practice... I used to do this with one of my former students... that kitty was truly a good one... In any case, since you are also a warrior in nature, we shall proceed."

"Wait. I don't want to fight in so much clothing while you have so much mobility. Most opponents I face wear armour that slows them down." Ciaran stripped off of his tunic, shoes and trousers. He now wore nothing more than undershorts and his wand holster. He gripped his wand, holding it in a stance, and nodded, ready.

There was a brief pause as the wind blew through the trees. Ciaran held himself steady, waiting.

"Begin!" Fu told him.

"Fulgur Fluunt!" Ciaran fired off a blast of lightning from his wand, but she rolled under it and aimed a sweep at his feet. He jumped over it and countered with a quick blast of fire. She backed up and blasted a jet of water that turned his arcane flames to mere steam.

Right. Water dragon. He didn't think of that.

Before he could think of another spell, Fu charged. She clearly knew that, as Ciaran was a wizard, she needed to attack at close range. He barely blocked her roundhouse kick, but her fist connected with his temple and he was knocked back.

He got up, but the dragon was already attacking again. She was so focused. Pinpoint accuracy dictated her blows. Ciaran was able to block them with bursts of force, but he couldn't find an opening. She didn't make any mistakes to exploit.

The wizard was able to force the dragon back with a blast of ice, but he was rapidly running out of options for fighting. Especially against such a precise opponent.

He brandished his wand at the ground in front of him and shouted "Glacies Conlectus!" The spike of ice hit the floor as Fu attempted an elbow strike, and her foot was frozen to the ground.

Racking his brains, Ciaran got an idea to disrupt her focus. Break her concentration and give himself an opening. It could backfire, but he couldn't think of another way before Fu had broke free. After casting another Repulsa and forcing the charging dragon a few steps back, Ciaran pointed his wand at her chest.

"Refrenantem Voluptati!" The wizard cried. The pink streak of light hit the dragon directly in the chest, and she fell to her knees clutching it. She began panting heavily, but not from exhaustion.

The dragon raised her head, looked at him for a mere second or two, and charged again. Ciaran raised his wand but no spell came to mind in time, such was her speed. His wand was sent flying by her backhand and he had no defense against Fu's tackle. He hit the ground with a loud thud and the dragon grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. Ciaran struggled, but she was much stronger than him.

"I... I concede." He told her, knowing he was beaten.

The feeling of Fu's hands pinning his wrists. Her erotic panting. Ciaran suddenly realized that he was hard; his cock was pushing outwards from his undershorts. Fu had seemed to realize too, for she was rubbing her crotch against it. She blinked and a look of horror crossed her face. 

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Fu backed away blushing deeply, though whether from lust or embarrassment, Ciaran couldn't tell "I'm really sorry!"

"D-Don't be, Miss Fu. I used the spell." Ciaran replied. He paused to gather his words. "I'm responsible for your current state. Last I checked, that means I have to help you with it."

"But there's only one way to help me with it!" Fu was now covering her crotch.

Ciaran raised an eyebrow "Your point, Miss Fu?"

"I don't want to take advantage..." Fu muttered.

"You won't be. I'd be more than happy to relieve the tensions of a woman as beautiful as you." 

The dragon blushed harder "For one so focused on fighting, you're a real gentleman..."

The wizard smirked as he remembered all the other times he'd been called that. He offered a hand "Come. Let me relieve the tension I inflicted you with."

Fu blushed so hard a beetroot would be envious. But after a few second's pause, she took his hand. The wizard, letting instinct guide him, pulled her close and kissed her. She moaned into the kiss slightly, and Ciaran's hands went to work: one groping her firm breast, the other diving into her cloth thong and rubbing her wetness.

At his touch, her knees buckled and the kiss broke. Ciaran's arm darted around her back, helping her to stay upright. Ciaran helped her to lay down, his hand still rubbing her sopping pussy. His fingers rubbed her clit and she moaned out loud, bucking against his hand.

Seeing her eagerness, Ciaran's middle and forefingers pushed into her walls and Fu cried out her pleasure. Ciaran felt his cock straining against his undershorts, but he paid it no mind. This wasn't about him. He pushed his fingers deeper and spread them apart, to a beautiful moan from the dragon.

"How's this, Miss Fu?"

"It's... no use... it's not working..." Fu panted.

"Not at all?" Ciaran's face fell.

"Only a little..."

Ciaran sighed. If this fingering wasn't working, he doubted that eating her out would work either. It looked like the only way to quench her thirst was to actually fuck her. Ciaran wasn't complaining about that, but he worried for Fu. She was clearly the reserved type, and it may have been some time since she'd last had sex, if at all.

"Looks like I'm going to have to penetrate you... you don't mind, right?"

"No... If you're that good at fighting... you must be good at loving..."

Ciaran smiled. It took mere seconds for him to slip off his shorts, and Fu spread her legs for him, having taken off her thong. He got between her legs and spread her nether lips, scooping up some of her pussy juice and lubing his cock with it.

The wizard's hard cock pressed against Fu's soaked lips and she shuddered in pleasure. He could see how much she needed it, and decided not to tease her: his head pushed between her lips and she moaned her pleasure and relief. Ciaran placed a hand either side of her and pushed slowly.

"Oh, by Buddha!" Fu cried, as Ciaran's cock penetrated deeper inside her. She was tight as a glove, but she was wet enough that it wasn't even a challenge to push into her. He kept pushing until his hips met her crotch and he could feel her pussy juice leaking down his sack. She looked into his eyes and nodded, panting with rapture.

Ciaran began to pull back from the dragon, her muscular legs wrapping around his hips as he pushed inside again. He began to build up a slow, steady rhythm, making sure to thrust his entire shaft into her. The tightness of her pussy was delightful, and the feeling of her legs tightly crossed behind him sparked a fire inside him.

Fu's moans were infectious, and her eyes were burning with lust. Desire. Desire for him and his cock. The thought made Ciaran even more passionate, and he found himself wanting to go faster. Harder. He pushed fully inside again-drawing another loud moan-and spoke. "Miss Fu, I'm gonna speed up, okay?" 

"Yes, please... Faster..." she panted.

The dragon began to moan louder as the wizard pushed into her more rapidly, but no less deep. He could feel her inner walls tighten with every push. Ciaran bent low and kissed Fu's neck; he could taste the sweat on her neck. She wrapped her arms around his torso in answer, the grip with her legs tightening.

"Ha... har..." Fu panted. Ciaran paused for a second to let her speak, but he was surprised when her next words were "Harder... please... I'm close..."

Ciaran obliged, fucking the dragon harder, drilling his cock into her. The audible plaps of skin against scales were as loud as Fu's moans. Her moans however, were getting louder, and high pitched. Ciaran could feel her clenching tighter, and his pounding was sending her pussy juices flooding onto the floor.
"AHN! I'm... I'M-!" she squealed 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHN!" She clenched tightly as she came around his cock, some of the juice spilling onto him. The dragon's thighs unclenched from his hips and she breathed relief as the wizard pulled out of her.

"Thank you, Ciaran... I feel much better now..." She panted.

"Good to hear it." Ciaran smiled, reaching for his undershorts.

"Wait... what about you?" Fu's words stopped him.

"What about me?" His eyebrows raised, confused.

"You haven't reached your orgasm too."

Ciaran waved aside her concerns "Oh, that's no big deal-"

"But it is! Giving and receiving in equal measure is very important for the soul." she sounded very serious "I must ask that I repay the orgasm you gave to me, or your soul will remain imbalanced."

"Okay..." Ciaran paused "What did you have in mind?"

"I was going to ask you that..." she knelt up straight, putting her frontal body on display for him "Is there any way you'd like me to repay you?"

Ciaran felt somewhat unworthy of such a reward, but he knew she wouldn't be swayed from her desire to make it up to him. He studied her body again, and found his eyes drawn to her tits. The way the glistening sweat rolled off of them, the pattern of the scales. He'd never experienced a titjob from a dragon or other lizard before...

"Well... I wouldn't mind it if you used your tits..." Ciaran told her.

"Um..." Fu paused "I don't know much about..."

"That's okay. You just need to lie down and press them together around my shaft. I can do the work from there." Ciaran smiled.

Fu laid down, closing her legs and taking hold of her boobs, looking a little confused. Ciaran straddled her stomach and placed his cock between her tits. She pressed them together; they felt strangely 

smooth. Ciaran pushed forwards until he was fully between them: his cockhead was just in front of Fu.
Ciaran pulled back and thrust forwards slowly. The ribs of her scales felt amazing to his cock, each one caressing his meat as he thrust. The sweat had collated in her cleavage as she'd knelt, and mixed with the dragon's pussy juices coating his cock, it served as wonderful lube for the titjob.

The wizard thrust faster, enjoying the dragon's tits far more than he thought he would. Smooth and ribbed, it felt wonderful to be fucking them. Fu moaned slightly as he reach down and groped them, squeezing them firmly and rubbing the nipples. His own moans joined hers, his breath starting to come in pants.

The dragon seemed to sense his orgasm was getting near, because she pressed her tits together harder, letting out another moan of her own. They felt amazing pressed so tightly around his cock, and Ciaran knew he wouldn't last long. 

With an incoherent cry of pleasure, Ciaran came, his cock shooting two loads. The first landed on Fu's neck, the second onto her face. She gave a squeal of surprise and turned her head so that it landed on her cheek.

The wizard found himself blushing apologetically "Um... sorry..."

But she scooped some up on her finger and licked it off "Mmm... not an unpleasant taste..."

Ciaran got off of her, panting from his orgasm. For some time, he just lay there in silence, aside form his panting. Eventually, Fu spoke.

"Would you like to stay here for a day or two? I could teach you more about calming your spirit, such as yoga or meditation." Fu told him.

Ciaran found himself smiling "I'd love to. But... can we sleep in this chamber? I feel more... at peace here."

"What shall we use for a bed?" Fu asked.

"Give me just a moment..." Ciaran picked up his wand, drew a circle with it in the air and a white portal opened. He thrust his arm inside up to the shoulder, grasped what he needed and pulled. A huge purple sack, made of cotton, fell out of the portal. Seeing Fu's look, he told her "A sleeping bag. I like to use it when sleeping in places such as this, where I know I won't be attacked." with a flick of his wand, he closed the portal.

Although it had been a while since he'd used it, the sleeping bag was large enough for two people, which made it easy for Ciaran to slip into it. He invited Fu inside with him, and she seemed briefly torn between a desire to sleep next to him and a desire to stay away from such actions.

Her desire to sleep next to him won out, and she clambered into the sleeping bag with him. She was cold, but that was okay-no worse than sleeping on a cold night back home. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She gave a sigh that sounded contented in answer.

"Good night, Miss Fu..." Ciaran muttered, half asleep already.

"Good night, Ciaran..." came the answer.

Ciaran felt his eyes close, and knew his dreams would be untroubled tonight. No nightmares would dare invade this hallowed ground, even if they were able to. He smiled widely, and allowed himself to fall into the ether of unconsciousness.

Feast

 "Lust demons will often go to great lengths to satiate their hunger, such as raping men. But other demons such as Envy or Gluttony are not so different."

Extra tags: bodywriting, rough, facefuck, body-worship, anal, gangbang, creampie

Deborah Heartstrong is my OC

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"Nosehook, check. Pheromones-" she sniffed herself "-check. 'FUCK ME' written on my belly, check. Now I just need to-" Deborah reached her arms above her her head and clipped her handcuffs to the back of her collar. "And check."

She began walking forwards into the cave before her. She knew what lay inside, and it made her pussy quiver with anticipation. There was nearly no light, and she couldn't see anything as she got further from the cave entrance. Yet she kept walking, her breathing already heavy.

She'd heard tales about this cave. Cautionary tales about what happened to the victims. From some of the victims themselves, too. She'd spent weeks tracing the various locations back, and arrived at one spot. This was the place, she knew it. 

It was always good fun to drug and tie up a noble before wringing every drop of cum out of him. But sometimes, a woman like Deborah just needed to be used. To be slapped and pinched and fucked without any care for whether or not she enjoyed it. And she knew she was going to get it here.

She suddenly felt a strong, huge hand grip her neck and a nearby torch flickered into life. The stench of the orc holding her flooded her nostrils, and she felt herself wettening already. The orc was silent, studying her body. The she heard a soft grunt of appreciation before the hand was removed from her neck and she was pushed from behind.

After some walking, she turned a corner and saw a massive room, torchlight flickering all around it. The dozens of orcs turned around and saw her, but stepped back and cleared a path. An orc wearing steel armour licked his lips at the sight of her. She winked at him as she walked past.

"Chief. This fat slut wants fuckin'." Her escort shouted to the orc sitting above all the others on a throne, if you could call it that. It was a makeshift chair made from half-cut logs, decorated with a few animal skulls.

The Chief stood up and got down from his seat. He inspected her body, walking behind and around her. A short pause while the Chief made his decision. Then a grin split his face. "Then let's give her what she wants."

A hand clasped onto her shoulder and she felt herself forced to her knees, her head yanked back soon after, pointing her view at the ceiling and nothing else. She could hear footsteps all around her of orcs closing in. She could smell their fat cocks, and knowing that every single one of them was going to fuck her was making her leak. They got closer, all chuckling amongst themselves. 

The chief came to the forefront, then rested his huge meatstick on her face. She could almost taste it... "Oink for us, little piggy." he ordered.

Deborah did her best to imitate a pig-squeal, to a roar of collective laughter. 

"Good piggy!" A voice shouted.

"Does piggy want a treat?" The Chief asked, a glint in his eyes.

Deborah nodded rapidly, opening her mouth. The orc rested his tip on her lolling tongue, then grabbed her pigtails and pulled, forcing her entirely onto his cock. She came on the spot with a loud moan.

"FUCK! Her throat's tight as a noble's purse!" the Chief commented, pulling back his hips while keeping tight hold of her hair. The next thing she knew was a rough facefucking from the orc, stretching her lips and throat wide.

The orc was none too gentle, but Deborah didn't want him to be. It felt amazing, to have her throat forcibly stretched so wide, to have her nostrils assaulted with the smell of a dozen unwashed orcs. He thrust with such force that Deborah couldn't lick his shaft in time with the rhythm.

The Chief came hard, shooting a thick, fat load that filled her mouth and made her cheeks inflate until she swallowed it down. "Ahn... So good..." she panted "I could... drink your cum for hours..."

The Chief hoisted her back to her feet. She opened her mouth and lolled her tongue out to show not a drop of cum was left in her mouth. He smirked, and spoke in a surprisingly gentle voice "Boys, this sexy pig seems happy to be among us! Why don't we show her how much us orcs appreciate fat sluts like her?"

A voice came from behind her "Chief, you mean-" and there was a pause. Deborah could only assume the orc had made a gesture indicating something.

The Chief nodded once "Yep."

A hand grabbed her from behind and she was pulled into the crowd of orcs. But the rough groping and slapping she expected didn't come. Instead, she felt many lips kissing her large body. A pair of lips kissed her chubby cheeks, another two pairs kissed her nipples, a pair of tongues licked her exposed armpits, and more mouths than she could count kissed her fat belly.

Two of the orcs lifted her into the air and spread her legs wide. Two more orcs began to kiss her feet and suck on her toes as a third knelt down and met his lips to her pussy, a fourth and fifth planting kisses and running their tongues along her thighs.

She thought that the feeling of a fat cock or two filling her up had no equal, but now she was feeling the gentle tongues and lips of a dozen orcs, she wasn't so sure. She would have moaned out loud at the sensations, but one of the orcs had kissed her, and his tongue danced and swirled with her own as her fat body was caressed and massaged.

The orc licking her pussy seemed to realize his labour wasn't going bearing fruit, so he knelt low and licked her puckered ass. Her clench of pleasure was all the knowledge he needed-his tongue circled her hole. Her toes curled, and the orcs sucking them snaked their tongues between the gaps.

The orc licking her ass placed his lips against her hole and his tongue pushed into her. She moaned aloud into the kiss as she felt the orc start to tongue-fuck her ass. The other orc's treatments enhanced the feeling of her pucker being gently fucked in such a way.

The orc sped up his tongue fucking and the other orcs, all at once, began to get handsier with her. Pawing at her, groping her ample flesh, licking and kissing her body harder, for longer. One of the orcs's hand shot down and started to rub her clit, and Deborah squeal into the kiss.

The demon felt her pleasure building up rapidly. She tried to pull away to tell them she was cumming, but the orc holding her face against his was too strong. Deborah felt her pleasure overwhelm her and came hard, her toes curled tightly and her eyes rolling slightly.

"Heh. I never would have thought a slutty pig like you would have a thing for body worship..." The Chief smirked. "Put her back down, boys. And bend her over the table."

They did so, and Deborah felt a large hand smack her asscheek with enough force to sting. She wiggled her ass side-to-side, eager for what was coming. One of the orcs unclipped her hands from her collar but another orc seized them and pulled them behind her. And as her wrists were roughly grabbed by the Chief, she felt it. 

The huge orc cock nestling snugly between her fat asscheeks. It slid between her huge buns before starting to prod and poke at her hole. The tip pushed in and she let out a shout of surprise. Then the rest pushed in, all at once. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came again.

"Ha! This slut's a complete freak!" The chief shouted joivally as he began to fuck her backdoor.

Her arms were tightly gripped behind her as she was rutted from behind. Another orc, the one who'd escorted her into the cave, appeared before her, stroking his own cock. Deborah opened her mouth wide and the orc thrust his cock into her mouth, gripping her pigtails tightly.

The two orcs sawed in and out of her ass and mouth. Their huge cocks pushed entirely inside both holes, their fat, bloated sacks slapping against her soaking pussy and drool-covered chin.

The orcs picked up their paces, fucking her throat and ass faster, Deborah's eyes rolling upwards with pleasure. Her tongue lifted up and massaged the base of the orc fucking her mouth.

Both orcs came together, flooding her throat and ass with thick cum. She drank down every drop she could. It was thick and creamy, and so salty she felt as though a bag of gooey seawater was filling her up. As they both pulled out of her, she coughed and some of it spilled out, but she stuck her tongue out and lapped up what she could.

But the orcs weren't done with their plaything yet. Two more orcs pulled her to her feet, reclipped her arms behind her collar and lifted her up by the legs. She was placed in another full nelson between two orcs, both of which placed their cocks at her asshole. Without waiting, they simultaneously thrust.

Deborah screamed as she came again, feeling the two cocks stretching her asshole delightfully. The orcs thrust together, in sync, their combined cocks an utter delight for the woman. In her orgasm, she clenched down as hard as she could, and the two orcs were soon grunting together.

One of the orcs kissed her neck as they fucked her, the other one taking a breast into his mouth and suckling as she was bounced on their cocks. The orc kissing her neck kissed her cheek and she turned to him, puckering her lips. He kissed her longingly,  as if he wanted nothing more than to propose to her at the moment. The thought made Deborah chuckle hard enough to break the kiss, though it was quickly interrupted by a moan.

The orc suckling her breast came first, pulling out and shoot his load all over her belly and tits. He scooped as much of it up on two fingers as he could and Deborah opened her mouth. He pushed his fingers inside and started pulling them back and forth, fucking her plump lips. "Does piggy like that?"

Deborah nodded rapidly in answer. Her tongue pushed against his fingers, playing with them. The orc laughed in answer and scooped up the rest with his other hand before stuffing the fingers down her throat as far as they could reach. Deborah locked eyes with him as she swallowed. The surprise in his eyes was beautiful.

The other orc suddenly groaned in orgasm. Deborah felt the 5 ropes of cum shoot deeply into her ass. He then pulled out, but didn't let her onto her feet.

Instead, he carried her over to a makeshift sex swing, which was basically a  set of leather straps tightly knotted together. Deborah didn't care, though. They placed her into it on her back and yanked her head so she was facing the world upside down. She was greeted with the sight of a short but thick cock moving towards her face. She opened her mouth, and she felt the cock push between her lips.

Then she moaned onto the cock as a sudden surge of pleasure erupted from her ass, another orc having pushed into her hole. The first orc groaned in pleasure as he hilted his cock inside her, but made no other motions. The other orc began to build up a fast rhythm that left her asscheeks jiggling with the motions.

Deborah deeply sucked, breathing in the musky smell of the orc's sack as her asshole was ravaged. He tongue licked what little it could reach, her throat bulging with the thickness of the meatstick. The taste, the smell, were both wonderful. And to have them both so close together made Deborah clench, forcing a grunt from the orc fucking her ass.

The orc in her throat began to plays with her tits, squeezing and groping them lustfully. The other orc took hold of her hips, thrusting into her harder. The second orc's rhythm was building, causing Deborah to moan more and more onto the cock in her mouth.

The orc enjoying her throat came first, flooding her mouth with his thick load. Deborah clenched tightly as she drank down as much as she was able to. The orc pounding her ass growled his rapture, followed by hilting inside her and shooting his own load deeply.

The next two orcs turned her sideways and, using some more leather straps, tied both of her ankles to her thighs. Then they positioned themselves-one in front of her, one behind her. Deborah got a brief glimpse of the one before her-he was rather handsome, with a neat goatee and mustache. He reminded her of a portrait she'd seen in a noble's house some time ago, but with green skin.

The two lined themselves up with her mouth and asshole, taking an extra moment to make sure it was done properly. Then they thrust together, stuffing both her ass and mouth as one and forcing a deep moan from her.

The orcs pushed and pulled the hanging woman onto their cocks. Mouth, ass, mouth, ass. The rhythm was so solid as to be unbreakable, and Deborah knew that it was well-practiced. Clearly, these two orcs enjoyed double-teaming others. Deborah's tongue stuck out as far as it could, licking up the shaft of the orc pounding her stretched-out throat. He grabbed her head in answer, fucking her faster along with his partner.

She clenched tightly around the other orc, who let out a strangely feminine moan in answer. Deborah would have wondered further had their answer not been to fuck her ass even faster, running a hand along her fat belly. 

The orcs didn't change their rhythm at all. Ass, mouth, ass, mouth. The same slow but forceful rhythm. As though fighting over her. The orc fucking her mouth made some kind of gesture to the one taking her ass, who answered with a silent gesture of their own.

Then, the two orcs came, flooding her with cum. After spurting one thick, massive load each, they pulled out. As they let her down and unclipped her arms, she scooped up some of the cum she'd dribbled to the floor and turned to the room.

"Who's next?" she smiled.

The Chief lay down in front of her and pointed at his hard-again cock. "Me, piggy. Let me see those udders bounce..."

"Hey, it ain't exactly fair for you to get her all to yourself, boss." An orc protested. He was slimmer than the others, and rather boyish.

"Yeah! We're all gonna be left waiting longer while you take a second turn with her."  An orc who looked nearly exactly like the first one added. Deborah figured they must be twins.

"She has a mouth and two hands still free to use."

"I don't mind pleasuring the three of you at once." Deborah told the Chief. "I just want to make sure every orc in this place is drained before I leave~"

He sighed, conceding. "Fine. But I get to fondle those udders."

"I was gonna let you do that anyway." Deborah smiled, lowering herself onto his hips as he stood his cock up straight. It slipped into her ass easily, making her sigh with pleasure. The twins each picked a side of her, and she took their cocks in hand, starting to stroke.

Deborah rode the Chief, jerking the twins, her tongue hanging out lusfully. She bent to the orc on her left and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, stroking the other slightly faster. She pushed herself down the first twin's cock with relative ease-her throat had been well stretched by now-and sucked. The orc moaned aloud in answer.

The Chief roughly slapped her tits as she rode him, making her moan and sending pleasure shooting through the orc's cock. She pushed down his cock and sucked deeply, but he seemed to enjoy her hand more. She pulled back and stroked him, coaxing out a sigh as she moved to the orc on her other side.

The other twin was far more enthusiastic about her sucking him off. He placed a hand behind her head and pushed his cock down her throat as she sucked. She bobbed her head in answer, moaning as her nipples were pinched and pulled hard. She felt herself clenching again in answer, the Chief letting out a guttural grunt of pleasure.

Deborah kept herself in the middle, bouncing on the Chief's cock as he fondled and spanked her huge tits. It gave her a great rush of pleasure, knowing that she was so easily pleasing three men at once. Knowing that she was so easily pleasing three orc men at once, at that. The rumours she'd heard stated they were hard to please.

She felt the Chief's hands grab her hips and slam her down onto his cock, throbbing as it let loose it's creamy reward inside her. She stroked the two twin's cocks rapidly-the left one came first, shooting a load all over her face. The second came just a few moments after, spraying her tits with cum.

Deborah stood up, but before she could even ask, a huge orc came up to her as she swallowed the last of the load scraped off of her tits. He was at least 8 and a half feet tall, and built like a brick house. He smirked and untied his loincloth. The woman's jaw dropped as she saw his cock-it was as thick as her fist, and nearly a foot long. 

Deborah leaned forward and kissed the tip, almost unaware she was even doing it. Her lips parted and she licked his slit, pushing to just past the tip and sucking dreamily. She was surprised to find that his cock tasted cleaner than the other orcs. It was obvious he'd recently washed. Maybe a few mere hours before.

"Your thighs." he told her, his voice deep but surprisingly soft.

Deborah kissed his cockhead again before turning her back to him, legs slightly apart. The orc placed his semi-hard cock between them, and she felt it brush her pussy. She briefly wondered how it would feel to have her nigh-unused pinkness penetrated by this monster, and it clenched tightly with the thought. But she reminded herself of the rule; only those who truly deserved it could have her pussy. A huge cock wasn't enough for that special reward.

The woman brought her thighs together and began to move. Deborah's thighs massaged the huge cock slowly. Passionately. He groaned and sighed in pleasure as her legs sandwiched his thickness. He began to thurst back against her, his hips smacking against her asscheeks with loud, resounding claps. None of the other orcs spoke; none of them protested that he was getting her to himself.

"S-stop...

Deborah paused "Too dry for you?"

"No... Just want... Your tits..."

Without another word, Deborah lay down. The huge orc got on top of her belly and placed the head of his cock at the base of her cleavage. His cock made it's way between her fleshy pillows, and with a sigh he began to push.

The huge orc fucked her tits delightfully, roughly gripping them. She leaned her head forward and licked the slit as he slid between her breasts. His answer was to push a bit further so she that she could suck his tip during the titjob.

Deborah shifted her tits side to side slightly as he thrust, caressing more of the orc's cock with them. The orc moved slightly faster in answer, grunting and moaning his pleasure. Deborah caught up to his rhythm and both of them found comfort in it. His precum tasted less salty than the other orcs. She wasn't sure whether or not she preferred it or not, though.

"Cl-close..." he told her. She pointed to her mouth and sucked harder, her tongue circling his cockhead rapidly.

With a few more thrusts, the orc shot a huge load directly into Deborah's mouth. She drank down all she could fit. As he lazily returned her smile and muttered a word of thanks, she lapped up the rest of it and turned to the crowd of still-hard orcs.

"So... next?" She saw her lustful smile mirrored in their faces as they approached as one.

The gangbang went on for hours. Deborah's life was a cycle of getting fucked, squirting and getting cummed inside. Thanks to her metabolism, she was as insatiable as the orcs, and that fact made lives for both her and her hosts utter bliss. But one by one, the orcs began to tire out. The huge orc, the orc who escorted her inside, the twins, the orc in steel armour...

Eventually, it was just her and the Chief left.

"Is this where we say goodbye, piggy?" A tone of sadness wa sin his otherwise joyful voice.
"Not quite... I think there's one more thing I can do~" Deborah smiled lustfully "How'd you like to pin my legs behind my head and fuck my tight, nigh-unused pussy?"

The Chief's eyes lit up. He could clearly tell how big of a deal this was. Smiling, Deborah lay on her back with her legs in the air. The orc pushed her legs back as far as they could go, his cock lining up with her pussy. With a bit of correction from Deborah, he was placed at her entrance.

The Chief thrust entirely into her pussy, and Deborah was rendered silent with the blissful mix of pain and pleasure. After waiting a few brief moments for her pussy to mold around his cock, the Chief began moving.

The orc fucked her pussy roughly, her lips gripping him tightly as he pulled out. She was suddenly surprised by the feeling of his lips against hers, of his tongue exploring the mouth that had swallowed so many loads of orc cum. She met his tongue with hers and they swirled as the Chief fucked her.

Deborah's toes curled tightly and her nails dug into the Chief's back as he pounded into her. She could feel his tip reaching deeply, ribbing against the inner lining of her tight womanhood. Yet there was very little friction because of how utterly wet she was. The dozens of other cocks she'd serviced made sure of that.

Deborah suddenly felt her biggest orgasm of the night rip through her body like lightning, and her pussy clenched tightly around the Chief's cock. The orc grunted loudly as her pussy gripped his fuckstick like a vice.

"Uhn... Gonna cum..."

"In my mouth-ahn. I want-uhn-one last-ahn-load filling-ooh-up my belly~"

The Chief pulled out and stood up. Deborah quickly got onto her knees and opened her mouth as he seized her pigtails and impaled her face on his entire cock. His cock twitched as he pulled hard, shooting Deborah's final meal down her throat. She felt his ballsack pulse three times, shooting the final ropes of seed into her stomach.

As Deborah stood up, she surveyed the cave. Over a dozen orcs, each one so pent up they were nearly fucking each other, all lay tired. Sleeping. Exhausted. Conquered. Deborah smiled at the last word. She turned around and began to head out of the cave, recalling the steps she took however long ago it had been.

"Thanks for the fuck, piggy!" the Chief called to her, now sitting on his throne again.

"Thanks for the meal!" she called back. Some of the orcs stirred enough to wave at her as she left.

The sun had barely been setting when she'd entered the cave, but she had to hold a hand up to shield her eyes from the late morning sun when she came out. She smiled and headed homewards, thinking that her next visit to the orcs couldn't come soon enough.