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"Say it to me again!" She demanded, panting as her bottom danced along the nerd's lap. She had a smaller ass than her younger friend sitting nude atop Sarge, but her breasts lay heavier across the hem of her dress. Dobbs enjoyed a close-up view of the protruding palaces atop her mounds.
"Fair maiden, thou art the parchment upon which the ink of my heart etches tales of undying devotion..." His glasses fogged as this woman ground herself on him and demanded he recite his sweet nothings to her.
A few of the men could have sworn that line was from a movie, but it seemed like this maiden from another world was eating it up, regardless. In turn, her own dress joined Soraya's on the wooden floor. The torchlight claimed the edges of another maiden's bare skin.
With one finger under Selene's chin, Spicer saw through her gaze and nodded. "I guess you lot are not here just for drinks and to swap stories?"
With a girlish shame, Selene shook her head to the negative. Her eyes looked away from his, as she held her arm.
Spicer let go of her and held her hand gently.
"Tell me one thing, Selene..."
His voice lit a fire in her heart as she took a sharp breath. Those men and women not yet fallen into the thrall of passion were listening intently, amongst the moans and whines of lust around them.
"No one sent you to do this? You are here of your own will?" Spicer's tone was grave, with an important undertone that would define the rest of the night.
Heller was proud of his younger comrade for being prudent enough to ask. Though, with the ravenous Lyra and Emberlyn on his flanks, he had no doubt they had their own will.
At first keenly nervous, the cold layer around Selene melted away to a smile, as she gripped his hand in return.
"No... I am here because I want... I want this..." She pulled herself forward, catching Spicer by surprise with a wet kiss.
All bets were off then, and the safety was flipped to full auto.
Pushing Selene on her back, Spicer crawled atop her, kissing the smaller woman frantically, as she locked her legs around his hips. It was then easy to see she had no panties, as suspected. Her hairy cunt was already glistening with arousal as Spicer came between her legs.
Selene's sister, Elowen, sighed as she sat next to the squad's medic, Greggor. She looked at him and smiled, shaking her head as she could not believe her friends couldn't hold themselves back for longer than an hour.
"You see... we girls were born here, grew up here, and most of us will die here. We will know only the same unexciting men for our whole lives." She loosened the strap of her dress, baring a shoulder to Greggor, who gulped. She came closer to him, having enjoyed the continuation of their chat that evening. Their rapport had been as casual as how she shed her dress. Her honesty gave him an indication of their motives.
"Has it always been like that?" Greggor dared a hand through her dark black hair. Elowen kissed his wrist in return.
"Yes... for my mother... and her mother."
"It's your way?"
"It's the only way... unless some strong men come along and... carry us off." Her eyes were the strongest of the lot, the older of the girls with an in-depth knowledge of what exactly her life may be.
"You... you want us to take you with us?"
Elowen placed the top of her dress below her breasts. For being the oldest, she may be the next smallest next to Soraya, but it made them no less endearing. Greggor even plucked at a nipple with his thumb, without even a thought; he looked horrified that he had been so forward.
Laughing, Elowen brought his nervous hand back and premised him to grope her.
"I jest... a little." Her mischievous grin echoed via low groans as he groped her. "Our lives are here... in this village. It means everything to us. It could mean more to those who... want us?"
Her eyes were trying to sell Greggor something he wished he could buy.
"I see..."
Elowen came close to him, pressing her small sacks aside his shoulder. The pair were momentarily distracted by the wailing sound of her sister Selene, as Spicer got to know her carnally. The two grunted and moaned as he brought a length to her cunt that the girls of this world knew little of.
"You... and your comrades... you're unlike any other warriors we have seen." She held his arm with her small hands, illustrating just how large they were. "You are so large and powerful, and brave, while at the same time being smart and caring. No warrior is all of those things..."
Greggor reflected on the ramifications of their privileged, modern lives, and how it changed them. Yet there was a purity to these girls, and this village and how they lived. Despite their smaller than average size, they were no less a woman than those from Corvusia.
As the wet plopping of intercourse sounded next to them, he saw Spicer restrain himself. His cock, which even back home was large, spread Elowen's sister's moistened slit widely. Sharp breaths and encouraging words got her through the ordeal.
"We... we would do anything to leave with you. To leave this helpless life behind. But our hearts and our duty are here, too. So could yours?"
Greggor sighed, unsure how to answer, as his comrades partook. "I would... I, uh... think most would... but would we be allowed?" He felt the warmth of her chest through his hands as he smelt her hair.
"I see..." Elowen looked off into the distance. "But let us cast aside formality for now... so long as the desire is there?" Conceding, her lips found his and began to share more intimately her intentions.
The heat was rising in the barracks under the torchlight, and so was the noise. Reluctantly, and after much coaxing, Sarge cast aside any inhibitions or worry as his cock buried itself into the petite Soraya, who sang her angst with its girth. He had deflowered her deftly as she egged him on, even the men with the greatest of wills would not have been able to resist.
Watching this, Heller had his own problems. On either side of him, Emberlyn and Lyra seemed ready to come to blows. So then, with the secret out, and the room descending into an all-out orgy, the two ladies' feud was becoming more and more apparent.
"He saved me! I owe him my pleasure!"
"They saved all of us! What gives you the right to pick!"
Bemoaning his luck, while most of his fellow soldiers were cock deep in a choice maiden, he was stuck resolving a dispute between two. They were grabbing at him by then, pulling his arms either way as they rubbed their bodies against his hands. One after the other, they practically placed their pussies into his palms, rubbing their moist slits along his fingers as he felt the edges of their lower lips. Like cats in the heat, they clawed at him, and Heller wondered if he would be man enough to take on them both.
"Heller!" A stiff shout interrupted the argument for a moment.
Tag had a sardonic grin on his face, coming in front of Heller and his two doves, with his arms crossed. The ladies seemed annoyed their dispute was being interrupted, but they were polite enough to allow him to go on.
"What says you get two of them?" Tag's tone seemed aggressive.
"What... says?" Heller was bewildered, astonished even that Tag was blind to what exactly was happening to him.
"What says you get to claim two! What of my honor?" Tag sounded as if he was trying to imitate Dobbs' nerdy medieval quips from a role-playing game.
Catching on, Heller took a sigh of relief, but Tag eyed him as if to tell him to play along. Either girl on his arm seemed unsure exactly what was happening.
Tag's eyes got large as if to beg Heller to dust off his elementary school acting skills and yuck it up a bit.
"Oh! Well, because my honor is... greater!" He gripped both girls by the tit territorially, to which they both cawed.
"I dispute such a thing! Uh... Sir!" Both of their deliveries were choppy at best, but neither girl doubted it. They were just from a small village after all. Surely, they had not seen any B-rated movies in their life.
"Well, then... uh... I shall fight you! To the death!"
In the background, Strauss, who had avoided any liaison by sitting in the corner watching, chuckled at the show.
"No!" Lyra protested; her red hair vibrantly flew around as she shook her head. "Don't fight! Surely, there is another way!" Her concern was layered deeply in her voice. To which Emberlyn echoed the same sentiment.
"Perhaps the ladies are right then..." Tag looked at Heller with a cocky expression, it told that a plan had then been laid for how they could get out of this without Heller being torn in two. "I propose... a... uh... compromise!"
"Surely..."
"Give me the silver-haired one. We shall have our ways with each, and then trade back."
Both girls meeped, as their faces went red. To know two different men in one night, their minds were laden with risqué imaginings.
"Hmmm... this could work." Heller breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at either lady on his arm, he grabbed their small dainty hands. "Do you ladies consent?" He looked both dead in the eyes.
Despite both their flushed expressions, the girls nodded their consent to the idea. As they looked around at the other girls in various states of undress and sexual intercourse, they got a glimpse of their fate at the hands of both of these powerful heroes.
"Good! I see no reason to waste time then." Winking to Heller as his on-the-spot plan had paid off, he grabbed Emberlyn's hand and spun her around 'til she landed square in his chest. "We have beautiful women back home in our world, but nothing so lovely as you." Tag's usual teasing demeanor traded with a smooth tone that saw the once defensive Emberlyn grin as she felt the soldier wrap his arms around her protectively.
Heller now was faced with his own flushed maiden, the red-headed Lyra taking long, deep breaths as she prepared herself.
"I... I was afraid... that orc... what he meant to do to me..." She shuddered, holding her arms for warmth. She imagined the sight of his green member dangling between patchwork leathers in the muddy street.
"Hey... if it's too soon, I won't blame you." Heller politely stepped closer, a hand on her shoulder for reassurance.
Looking at his gentle fingers, the soldier seemed larger than life to her. Reassured, the once fiery redhead had, instead, a welcoming warmth as she unlaced her dress behind her and let the satin fall from her skin. Few of the girls here could be called busty by the standards of Heller and his squad's world, but Lyra did boast a hefty pair that hardly dropped once uncovered. While it was clear the mound of her slit was shaven bare, contrary to the typical red carpet that matches the drapes trope, her nipples had a hot pinkness to them that compensated. Once nude, she approached Heller, and knelt at his feet.
"No... I'm afraid Soraya is not the only girl who feels a need this evening. It's the dream of every girl in this land to be bedded by a brave knight... an honorable warrior. I've seen knights before, and I was disappointed. But you, and your men, you are the very visage of that honor."
Soft hands felt around the front of his fatigues, as she rummaged for his weapon of manhood. Kneeling atop her cast-away dress, she would unsheathe him, letting his cock hang for the short time it was not erect, and sitting back on her bare haunches in disbelief.
"I thought the orc cock was intimidating." She giggled, her limbs shaking as she grazed it with her fingertips. It shot up to attention as she did, surprising her as she wrapped her hand around it like the hilt of a sword.
"Wow... what are you trying to say?" Heller, if he was being honest with himself, really only regarded himself as average size. Were the men of this world really this small?
Beside them, Tag had already laid Emberlyn out flat on the floor, nude and legs spread widely as he mounted her. And just beyond, Greggor was giving an oral examination of Elowen's labia, much to her excitement.
Heller and Lyra were the last to start.
"No... please, I don't mean offense, I just... such a sword will find me a virgin again... oop!" Lyra covered her mouth, as if she let a grave secret slip. Some shame slipped across her face.
"Don't... don't be embarrassed. In my world, sex is a normal thing... even before... being wed." He thought about how Dobbs would say it in his position. Yet, if he had looked over, Dobbs was in a much different position as the auburn-haired Fiora was riding his cock reverse-cowgirl.
"Oh... so you are not disappointed?"
Shaking his head, he put a hand atop her hair.
"No... I am honored..."
Lyra needed no more wooing to take his cock. Rather, she threw herself at the affair, sliding him across her tongue and suckling his staff as far as she could bear.
The entire room was now in the heat of an orgy. Even though Strauss had not paired himself, he began to rub himself down at the sight of the debauchery.
Sarge, who had relented his inhibitions, was now holding the small Soraya against a wall as he laid into her womb. She cried out in some pain, yet of all the girls sang the lustiest tunes.
"Fill me with... ahhh, your seed! Ohhh ohhh... I'll gi- I'll gi- I'll give you all my womb can carry!"
Listening to her beg, Sarge's veiny arms burst, holding her in the air. She was brought up and down his cock again and again, as the night wore on.
Dobbs was in seventh heaven, hardly present as his choice maiden did most of the work. She danced around the lucky nerd, bouncing up and down his length as she kissed and serenaded him. The best he could do was hold on to her hips and romp to keep himself in this reality, and not to perish from pure bliss.
Spicer had Selene on the center table, slowly stroking her insides as she softly purred. They had traded places a few times in the past few minutes, but at this point, were enjoying a soft and gentler approach as their lips met with a juicy embrace and shared moans.
Greggor had spent a significant amount of time familiarizing himself with Elowen's womanly anatomy, utilizing the secret medical instrument of his tongue. Only then did he feel confident she, indeed, could take a cock like girls from their own world. He even taught her some new positions that were not just laying on her back and spreading her legs. At that point, she held on to the wall as he took her from behind and held one of her legs in the air, slowly stroking her cunt much like Spicer did her sister. Intermittently, he could not help himself, but thrust hard and fast to get a yelp out of her.
Emberlyn was covering her face, embarrassed, as she could not hold in her wails. Tag was fast of wit and of thrust, letting the silver-haired maiden have a quick succession of cock-length on the floor, as he did not relent. Such a thing was totally new to a girl whose only experience was the lackluster and ill-equipped boys of this village. Hers would be the first audible orgasm that night, that at least the others could hear. The room seemed to relish in the shared sounds of pleasure, as Emberlyn's climax sang across the stonework. Tag, of course, did not stop there, bringing her further down the sexual line and opening her up to new possibilities. Turning her over, he made sure that she got to experience being fucked face down and ass up.
Finally, Heller and Lyra had joined together as big spoon and little spoon atop one of the many beds. He was impressed with just how high she could stretch her leg upwards to grant him access, as she nestled against his strong frame. Slowly, they began to enjoy the feeling of being one flesh, and Heller wasted no time adorning her with his lips along her neck and shoulder, as he slipped in and out of her bare and soaked cunt. Hands kneaded her breasts from behind as she joined in the chorus of lust.
"God, you are beautiful." He felt such a tight pinch as he traveled up her channel. Never before had he visited a pussy so tight and fresh, it made him want to burst within moments, but that would not have been fair.
"You are too kind..." A whine and a kiss met his cordial thrusts.
"No... there is something so alluring about you, about all of you. More so than women back home..."
"Maybe we bewitched you." She grabbed her leg to hold it as she felt his ball sack against her labia. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but one she was getting used to as he made her as fit as a woman would be from his world. Watching her silver-haired friend Emberlyn just feet away getting fucked at a much faster pace, she felt lucky that Heller was being gentle enough to work her up to it. She knew what was up next when they traded.
The night was stretching on just like their bodies. In a myriad of positions, bent over, and laid across the barracks indecently. Cries of insatiable pleasure, soft moans, whimpers of lust, and feral grunting set a tone of sexual anarchy, as the village girls opened their fields to the outlanders.
It was a strange fate, should the soldiers not have been there to drive the orcs back, these girls would be taking cock. Yet, with these heroes emerging victorious, they too were taking cock. Albeit in a much more fulfilling and consensual manner than they would, otherwise. Life itself could be boiled down to what was happening in the barracks, and they were all living it to the fullest.
No one was fuller than Soraya, who would soak up the first of the outlanders' seed.
"Come here, sweetie..." Sarge gnashed his teeth, as he placed his charged maiden on her back; her legs splayed wide, as the large man came between them and burrowed inside her tight hole. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes from the discomfort and joy, her hands feeling the muscles of his arms and chest. Her eyes grew wide as she could see a bump in her abdomen where his cock thrust. Soon, a twitch would make her squeal, and after he had brought her to climax, he would do the same. Spending a hefty load inside the young woman, her eyebrows twitching as an electric feeling radiated up her spine.
Unloaded, Sarge's eyes faded from ravenous hunger to disbelief in what he had done. Looking down on the cute girl beneath him, her jutted hip bones flanking a red cunt dripping in semen, he wondered if this was going to be the end of him. But it only took one look into her eyes to change that. The blonde beauty looked at him proudly, as she cooed and lifted her hips. She did not want a single ounce to leave her, trying to hold as much as her shallow cunt could keep.
Grasping out her hand, she demanded he come closer to her. "I promise, I'll make you a son you can be proud of." Her singsong voice seeped with as much affection as her vagina had cum.
"I... I have no doubt..." An uncharacteristic smile met hers, as the cold man that had dwelt within him gave way amidst a hesitant relief. He lay next to her, both of them talking about life, hopes, and dreams, as the rest of the sexual concert continued.
Dobbs and Fiora, just over the few trunks and tables scattered throughout the room, were still locked in their thrall of lovemaking. She was bent over a bedpost as Dobbs slid in and out of her from behind. She had a bush that tickled his jewels each time they found her depths, and his hand had run up and down the ridge of the small of her back. The chemistry between the pair was intense, they had hardly needed to say a word to each other once they were joined. It was as if they could read each other's minds. More than once, one of Dobbs' comrades exchanged glances in disbelief, at how crazy it was that a woman would find so much interest in Dobbs, and in turn, that Dobbs would be able to dick her down for longer than a minute.
Yet here they were, his hands grabbing her hair and pulling her back as he captured her by the hip and laid into her. Her breasts were on display for the rest of the room, as she performed her best mating call for her new lover to find his rhythm.
Sisters Selene and Elowen lay next to each other facing opposite sides of the bed. Their dark black hair intertwined and sweat from their skin glistened across their cheeks and brows, as they felt the warmth of each other's breaths. Spicer and Greggor held their legs open, watching as glistening, hairy slits spread for their manhoods, bridging the genetic gaps between their respective worlds.
Elowen, the eldest of the pair, grasped her little sister's head caringly, as she listened to her soft ] coos of pleasure while both were made women again by the brave warriors of the other world. She looked into Selene's eyes just as there was a gasp of release, her climax shaking her body as her little sister arched her back and Elowen patted her head.
Greggor would not be outmatched by Spicer, changing his angle and pace to also bring the eldest sister to a peak in pleasure; he followed hers with his, while cradling her dark head in his hand. Each pump of his cum made her shiver.
Dark-haired and cream-filled, both sisters lay panting on the bed intertwined, as Spicer and Greggor caught their breaths and looked chuffed at their handiwork lying below them.
Tag had left Emberlyn panting on the sweat-soaked oak planks of the floor, leaking from between her legs his sticky ooze of love. The maiden was spent, both heart and soul, trying to catch up physically with her partner, who aside from his half-drooping cock, still felt exhilarated.
Spooning Lyra from behind, Heller made a few soft pumps of his hips to shoot his load into his fiery-haired friend. He tried to keep himself together, to not be outdone. Lyra melted into him, both exchanging kisses as they parted and the red-headed girl felt the plop of his exiting rod and the drain of his cum. Their eyes locked one last moment, almost sorry to be separated, but a deal was a deal. Lyra had, indeed, seen the pounding Emberlyn had taken and had mentally prepared herself for the deed as she lay on her back beneath both men, who rose and pounded fists above her.
"Kept her warm for me?" Tag's usual sarcastic grin saw a small part of Heller get pissed off. Their styles of humor and lovemaking were clearly in contrast. Heller had to remind himself that the naked Lyra below him was, by no means, his exclusive hole to burrow.
"Just go easy on her." Heller wiped his cock with a cloth that had been laid out on a nearby stool and walked past Tag with a final inaudible goodbye to Lyra.
Scoffing, Tag and Lyra exchanged looks, and it was evident that the red-headed girl wanted anything but easy, despite her enjoyment of Heller's soft approach. Her eyes looked up at the devilish grin on Tag's face, tormented by the idea of what he would do to her both in pleasure and pain.
"I don't know, Heller, this one looks spicy." He loomed over the girl, cock drooping and beading with cum from his last conquest. "Since Heller warmed you up, sweet-fire, why don't you get me back into fighting shape?" He wagged his cock from side to side above the girl.
With a deep breath and a wince, Lyra obliged, sitting up and getting to her knees before licking the squad's jokester clean. She could taste Emberlyn's essence on him, but it didn't bother her. The air was so intoxicated with lust and debauchery, that she felt like she would do anything, and she was just getting started.
With Tag and Lyra wasting no time, Heller approached Emberlyn cautiously, as she lay panting, face down on the floor. Her ass was still raised in the air, dripping with seed as she moaned with the absence of her last ravenous partner.
"Emberlyn?" Heller kneeled next to her, worried she was too far gone with the act.
She didn't respond for a moment, but instead grabbed Heller's hand swiftly and clenched it.
"I've... I've never done it like that," she whined. "Nuh... uh... not that I've done it much. It's just... our men here... are not so hungry..." She shifted over with a groan to her side, her glistening pert chest and abdomen rising and lowering with each successive breath.
"Are you okay?" Heller was concerned, his hand finding her silver hair and stroking it kindly.
"Yes... I'm more than okay." She tried to smile, but her exhaustion claimed it.
Heller felt a bit inadequate at that moment. His eyes shifted to Lyra who had Tag's hand on the back of her head pushing his cock down her throat till she gagged. She would laugh as she wiped the spit from her lips, and then wrap her lips around his girth again before repeating the process.
"Do you need to rest? You don't have to do anymore... if you don't want to," Heller's voice trailed off.
Emberlyn finally found the stamina enough to smile. "You are kind... just like I judged you to be when you ran into us in the street. Your eyes had an, honor to them."
Heller's heart skipped a beat, as her eyes glistened looking up at him.
"I want to feel what that kindness is like. I saw how you gave your tenderness to Lyra... amidst my own battle to keep up with Tag." Her cheeks were blushing red, recalling what happened only minutes ago. "The way she looked at you, I know you made her feel special. Will you... do that for me?" She opened her legs, taking her discarded dress and wiping the excess from her.
"I'll do my best." He bent over to kiss her on the cheek, and before he could depart her, she turned her mouth to catch his lips for a drawn-out embrace.
"Sit. You, too, need to be coaxed back." With a new burst of energy, the girl sat up in her glorious nakedness, patting the wooden bench next to them.
As he sat down upon it, Emberlyn came between his knees on her own, pushing him apart and nudging him to sit back. Her hands would soon grab his cock and begin stroking it. While it was still moist, she let a few drops of spit fall from her mouth as she wiped him with her hands and then her dress. She didn't want to taste Lyra on the man she had fought her for. She wanted her own taste to envelop him.
Satisfied he was clean, she slipped her small mouth around him, nursing his head and upper third. She didn't go deeply, and he didn't demand it. Something that Lyra, whose gags could be heard around the barracks, was not experiencing. Emberlyn looked thankful she didn't have to do that before getting railed by Tag. Instead, she would kindly nurse Heller's cock back upright, until she could feel the blood throbbing within him.
"Okay. Sit still." Her legs came up onto the bench as she straddled him, facing towards her hero, as she hovered her soaked lips above his cock. His tip teased her ever so slightly, to which her lustful whines surprised even herself, and caught the attention of others in the room enjoying the same experience.
As she slipped herself down his sword, her guttural moans attracted the attention of sisters Selene and Elowen, and their companions Spicer and Greggor, who were chatting and resting from their own bout. The four smiled, as they watched Emberlyn get with the motion, slowly sliding up and down at a much more manageable pace than Tag had taken with her earlier. Her silver hair hung backward as she leaned her head back, hands on her hips, grinding along his length to the sound of the wet clapping of their thighs.
This was soon distracted by the loud moans of Lyra as she was bent over a bed and was taken from behind by the insatiable jokester.
"Oh my gods! Fuck me!" she cried, as he lay into her swiftly. Her skinny frame had little to press against, so her small ass began to feel raw with each run-through he gave her. She cried out like a whore all the same, as he confidently smirked. Her insides were nice and wet already, having not dried up since Heller initially slid into her. He even felt a bit of a stretch as he out-girthed his comrade by just a tad.
