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Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 01

By: Purrversion



Wyxt dusts off her rump as she winks at the Wyvern handler to the north of Gadgetzan, then drops into a low curtsey, causing breasts clad in shimmery mooncloth fabric to wobble, just a bit, despite the tightness of the dress and the way it hugs her curves. "Thank ya f'r th' help." The Pirate Queen purrs lightly, and gives him a lewd wink, before turning and starting off towards Gadgetzan. She hugs herself under her ample bosom, the sleeveless dress not doing much to shelter her cool blue skin from the cold of the desert at night. Nipples straining the fabric somewhat, hips weave their way to the front of the Lube and Booty, and she takes a deep breath before slipping inside.

Tatayana smiles and takes the violin out of the case and then the bow... she tunes it out then starts to pull the bow across the strings and starts to play a lively tune.. for Sia to dance too..

Sia giggles, giving a brief wink to Wyxt as she enters before she begins to move to the music being played. Her hips moved to the rythm playfully as she moved from the bar to a more central position, her greenish skin shimmering softly, her eyes half closed, blue hair dangling down over her barely covered chest and back. 

Rajass is a tall, toned example of the Darkspear Tribe. The blue-skinned rogue sports a thick red-orange mohawk atop his warpainted face. His markings bear an odd rune or two that look somehow out of place. The rogue is clad in heavy leathers and a red tabard bearing the insignia of the Horde armies. His deep brown, nearly black eyes glint with a mix of calculating brilliance and the feral spirit of a hardened Darkspear.

LoganRage makes himself comfortable at the bar as he watches the woman dancing, admiring the movements of her body, though for a few moments the night elf turns his gaze to the door seeing more people coming in to join the festive atmosphere seeming to pick up within the place, his own foot soon tapping along with the music from the violin.

Wyxt blinks as she steps into the inn, the first thing to be seen being Sia looking about to dance, and Tatayana pulling out a violin. Glossy blue lips purse, and Wyxt makes her way closer to the bar, to pull out a chair at one of the tables closeby to watch Sia up close. She leans back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other, as she gets comfortable.

Sia smiles, her eyes still half closed as she continues to move and dance to the music being played. her eyes flutter open a bit more and look at the people watching her. She grins slightly, her tongue darting out to lick over her full lips, brushing against her little tusks.

Rajass pats his blue raptor and sends it on its way. He looks around the Gadgetzan tavern slowly, grinning widely behind his high-angled tusks. "Hmm.. not bad.. not bad."

Wyxt licks her lips, unable to sit for very long, naturally. The half troll lass stands soon enough, and shifts closer, her step notably in tune with the beat of the music being played on the violin. When Sia turns away, Wyxt presses against her back, and her hands come forward to lovingly grope the other troll's breasts as hips sway to the music and she purrs in Sia's ear. Well, Sia 'did' tease her rather awfully before she set off to see Thrall the other day.

LoganRage watches the one moving to sit not far from them all, only to get back up shortly after and join in the dancing. Lips curled to the side watching the two females moving together in a sensual dance.

Sia yelps briefly, but grins, her hands traveling down over Wyxt's hands to the exposed skin of her stomach, then to her sides and behind her to Wyxt's sides, stroking the half-trollesses hips playfully as they move in unison, pressing their bodies together. She tilts her head a bit to allow Wyxt to come closer to her cheek.

Tatayana plays enjoying herself as she plays her eyes closed... as she plays letting her fingers dance over the strings.. in a fast past making the music fill the air around them.

Wyxt doesn't go straight for Sia's cheek, though. Hips rubbing agaisnt one another, Sia's firm rump pushing against her and causing that mooncloth robe to rumple somewhat, Wyxt leans forward and nips Sia's ear lightly as they weave, the troll hunter notably careful to keep them from bumping into tables or chairs as she whispers into Sia's ear. "Mmm... 'ad some fun did y'? I can smell 'im on y'... did 'e fill y' up good?" She licks over the nipped part of Sia's ear, then leans forward to kiss her cheek lightly, inhaling the scent of Miss Sia and her more recent exploits.

Rajass looks over Wyxt with a wide grin, then Sia as he watches the two. His eyes drift over to the human woman as well and then Logan before finally setting himself down.

LoganRage moves over closer to Tatayana, settling closer to the music, his gaze remaining on the two women as they move around the room, enjoying the sounds surrounding them all, as well as the sights before him.

Sia grins playfully, enjoying the little attentions of Wyxt as they move together. Her hands travel over the other girls sides, a bit further up, then down to her hips again and then further behind to playfully rub over her ass, squeezing it. Her eyes remain half closed, fluttering slightly when Wyxt kisses her cheek. "Heh...fill me he did...fill me good...sweet un he is an I think ya know well wha I mean..." she whispers back. 

Wyxt considers how to take that. It pleases her to see that Zari is getting comfy, but what if he gets too comfy without her? Wyxt tries to decide just how much that might actually bother her even as she nibbles lightly on Sia's ear, the troll hunter still chilly from the cold outside but quickly warming up against miss Sia. Breasts pressed tight against the other troll woman's back, Wyxt idly gropes her breasts, swirling them and occasionally pinching her nipples, but never quite leaving the tempo of the music as they sway and turn.

Rajass smirks a bit as he wonders just who they're talking about. He hops up and moves over to the bar, getting a glass of moonberry juice and fishing out a goldenbark apple from his pack. He looks between Wyxt and Sia, more than a little distracted by the show.

Sia grins briefly, noticing the slight hesitation in the other girls movements, or more sensing it. She takes another step, then suddenly turns around, her hands snaking around Wyxt's waist, resting her hands on her waist as she pushed her body against Wyxt, her barely covered breasts pushing against those of the half-trolless teasingly, leaning close so that their nose-tips almost touch. "Thinkin about sumthin cutie?" she whispers.

Wyxt supposes it wouldn't be 'too' bad if Zarias got comfy with the other people around here and didn't need her. After all, just how settled down is 'she' anyway? She'd be an awful hypocrite to get upset, and besides that fact, how can she blame Zarias for wanting a piece of the hot troll in her hands and pressed against her now? Hands dropping to Sia's hips, breasts pressed together and causing mooncloth robe to strain just a bit from the swell, Wyxt bumps Sia's forehead lightly with that curious dragon shaped helmet atop her head. "Mmm, yeah, tryin' t' find m' place in th' world still an' unsure o' it, t' put it lightl'h. Did y' miss me?" A faint smirk on her face. She'd only met Sia twice now, but the last time Sia had sounded darned near enchanted by her.

Sia grins playfully as she lets her hips sway playfully along to the music and along with Wyxt's, her hands circle to the back of the cute girl in front oher, playing over her back against the cloth of her robe, her red gaze lock with Wyxt's, twinkling playfully. "Miss ya...miss ya....mhh...think I did...kinda..." Then again who wouldn't miss being close to this half-trolless in her arms?

Wyxt smirks. "Y' think, eh? I'mma 'ave t' give y' good reason t' be thinkin' m' name when I ain't 'round, then." Now, her hands settle fully on Sia's firm rear end, groping her ass through leather shorts as Wyxt presses against her, her own faint arousal felt through that thin mooncloth top as she purrs. "Got a tricks up m' sleeve I think y'd be missin' rath'r sorel'h when I be through wit' ya." A sly grin comes to Wyxt's face at that, before her tongue snakes out to lick one of Sia's tusks.

Sia grins, letting her tusks be subject of Wyxt's teasing for a moment before she nips at her tongue playfully, catching it between her lips for a moment before she releases it. Her hands trail down, mimicking Wyxt's movement, settling on her rear and groping it playfully. Her hardened nipples press against Wyxts through the fabric of her clothing. "I be takin dat as a promise sweetie..:" she purrs.

Rajass sips at his juice once it arrives, carving up pieces of the goldenbark apple and nibbling at them as he watches the show between the two of them. He presses his tongue into his cheek with a broad grin.. restraining the urge to call out to either of them for the moment.

Wyxt gives Sia a moment, then, to talk, listening to her, before promptly leaning forward to cut off that talking by pressing those thick glossy blue lips against Sia's green. Playing and amusing herself, Wyxt is hot now, warmed by the seductress in her hands and the hot slinky flesh pressed up against her and being massaged in her hands. Wyxt closes her eyes, tilting her head so that dragon helm won't get in the way at all, as lips would lock over Sia's own, Wyxt's own faint purr sending small vibrations through the other troll as one hand comes up to pull Sia's waist forward, into a rather strong hug.

LoganRage glances over to the other man near the bar, Logan's back resting against it comfortably, he then chuckles to himself a bit before his gaze settles back on the two women moving around the middle of the room together, enjoying the show as well.

Sia returns the purr as well as the kiss, her tongue darting out to explore Wyxt's lips teasingly while her hands tighten their hold on the half-trollesses bottom, squeezing it firmly while pressing against her. Her hips still sway slightly, though that swaying now causes her hips to rub against Wyxt's teasingly. 

Wyxt shuffles her feet, to grind her own hips back against Sia's now, somewhat insistently, as she closes her eyes and locks lips with Sia. Sia's hands on Wyxt's bottom would find the expanse a little more than a handful, though easy to cup and play with. Wyxt shivers, visibly even, when Sia begins to play with her ass, the flesh clearly somewhat sensitive, as her lips part and her tongue slips forward to tickle Sia's own, indulging in the taste of the other troll woman before slipping in farther... Wyxt is horribly tempted to push the girl down and take her right now, and doubts anyone would complain, but she is trying to practice some small degree of self restraint.

Rajass chuckles softly, looking over to Logan and raising his drink in nod and salute to him, knowing that despite not actually knowing the man.. they can definitely agree on the sight before them.

LoganRage gives a low nod to Rajass and chuckles with a grin, not having a drink to raise in salute as well, but openly agreeing on the sight before them, shifting in his seat even as the show is having rather, uplifting, effect on him.

Sia grins playfully into the kiss. She can feel the desire burning in the half-troll in her arms and she toys with it skillfully as she squeezes the girls ass a little more and allows her leg to slip between Wyxts causing her thigh to rub against her crotch as they move to the music still. She never breaks the kiss, letting their tongues play and tease each other, her tusks pressing into Wyxt's skin lightly from time to time her own body shivering with the sensations she experiences.

Wyxt leans further into the kiss, her glossy skin looking soft, but made of a certain toughness that any half-decent troll should have... she doesn't fear Sia's tusks as they scrape at her skin, drawing another small shiver from Wyxt. She twists, only faintly, so that Sia's leg is pressed tight against her puss, only kept from it by thin mooncloth... The hand wrapped around Sia's back holds the other troll woman upright, and Wyxt's hand leaves Sia's ass to slip around her side and come down, to cup Sia's own crotch, to feel her heat through thin leather fabric as Wyxt's tongue curls against Sia's own and the troll woman gives the fiantest instake of breath, suctioning her tongue against Sia's and starting to massage it.

Tatayana plays stopping for a moment to take a drink.. she had not been watching the room since she had her eyes closed as she played but once opening them it wasent to much of a surprise.. seeing Wyxt and Sia having fun as it were..

Sia purrs a little more into the kiss, her hips moving slightly so that it pressed more against Wyxt's hand, the thin leather doing nothing to hide the wetness gradually increasing between her legs even as she uses the rythm to rub her leg against Wyxt's own pussy as she continues to move and her hands still keep Wyxts ass tightly held and thus her hips pressed against herself. 

Rajass finishes up his apple, standing slowly and beginning to walk a bit back and forth, trying to get a good view of the two lovely women's bodies as they pleasure one another. He doesn't seem at all abashed or hesitant as he watches them in a place like this.

Wyxt notes that the music seems to have stopped, but this does nothing to stop her... Fingers spread wide, soaking up that heat, feasting on it, as Wyxt purrs, her own pussy wet and the thin mooncloth not doing much to hide it... it's hard to see, with the fabric shimmering as it is, but certainly not hard to feel. Wyxt begins to rub Sia's pussy through the leather leggings she wears, purring and arching her back to rub her tits against Sia's own as she plays with that wetness and the feel of Sia through the clothing. ... She knows she doesn't have 'too' much time, but maybe she has enough to play with the girl at least once... vaguely, Wyxt wishes she'd brought her staff with her.

Zarias snaps himself out of the little reverie that he was in, apparently having zoned out or something to that effect. He comes around to see Wyxt back in the Tavern, which was nice.. but she was also playing and dancing with Sia, which was even nicer. A slow grin spreads over his face as he leans back, watching intently and quite attentively.. that looked like a lot of fun and he was glad that the both of them were enjoying each other in such a fashion.

Sia moans softly into the kiss, pressing herself against the body of the half-trolless, their tits rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of their clothing. Her thigh grows a little more insistant and demanding as it rubs against Wyxt's pussy and she now also slips a hand from the girls ass to let it move over her hips and then down between her legs to further play with her pussy. . Her tongue still playing with its counterpart as they kiss and her kiss grows fiercer with every passing moment.

Tatayana put the violin down and poured her self another drink.. greeting those she missed while she had her eyes closed and played...

Zarias nods with a smile to Tatayana, shifting himself over to sit beside her so that the two of them could watch together. He glances at the violin and then leans forward to murmur in the human's ear, "don't stop playing.. keep going and let your song add to what those two are already doing..." * He then leans back, still watching the two troll lasses 'dance'.

Tatayana turns her head slowly looking at Zar.. picking up her violin again and plays again... chuckling softly...

Wyxt fights, and fights hard, to resist the rising urge to moan at the rubbing of Sia against her pussy. She tenses against Sia, eyelashses fluttering a moment, before she gains a little more control of herself... Sia would find her thigh damned near soaked soon enough as Wyxt turns a faint purple in color from blushing. Still, fingers splayed wide leave the heat of Sia's crotch, only to rise and undo the few buttons that keep Sia's shorts up, fingers working with a dexterity that promises she is used to undoing pants and shorts in her way with one hand. She doesn't pull Sia's shorts down, but instead, slips her hand into them, her other hand dropping to Sia's ass to pull her fully agaisnt the three fingers that curl against the lips of her pussy.

Zarias nods as Tatayana starts to play once more, the mage having his attention divided between her and the two trolls that were putting on a very erotic show. Licking his lips slightly, the mage lightly lays his hands upon Tatayana's shoulders, delicately starting to massage them while doing his best not to disrupt her playing.

Sia feels the heat of their passion flushing into her cheeks as well, creating a lovely shade of red on her greenish skin. Her hips move a bit to accompany Wyxt's movement, her pussylips soaking wet with her juices and hot from the passion as Wyxt's fingers touch them. She lets the hand on the half-trollesses ass curl up the hem of the mooncloth robe gradually even while her hand rubs against Wyxt's pussy through the fabric, pushing it between the lips slowly, but surely and teasingly.

Wyxt is sure that Sia isn't too tight for a few fingers... not being a bartender here, so the troll woman doesn't spend too long teasing with one or two fingers. No, her middle finger slips between the lips of Sia's scalding hot cunt, and the other two use the slight parting to guide the lips of her pussy aside to slip into Sia. Curling all three fingers in Sia's dripping wet pussy, Wyxt then places her thumb directly on Sia's clit, moaning into Sia's mouth from the shimmery fabric being pushed into her own wet cunt even as she begins to plunge her fingers fully into Sia's cunt, her thumb grazing the other woman's clit somewhat roughly as she pushes forward.

Sia feels a moan escape her lips even as she still kisses the girls lips and she shivers, her hips holding for a moment but then thrusting to meet Wyxt's fingers hungrily, her cunt squeezing those fingers greedily as her own hand picks up the pace to pull up the hem of the robe. Finally, the hand fingering Wyxt's pussy withdraws for a moment, but only to glide under the cloth of the robe, along the soft skin of the trollesses thigh an up between her legs, right between the lips of her pussy and one of her thick fingers plunges into her, eager to repay the favor.

Tatayana plays, and she felt Zar's hands on her should as she played.. closing her eyes getting lost in the playing where she found solice.. and comfort...

Wyxt can't even pretend to be tight. Sia is going to need at least two fingers, to Wyxt's faint embarassment (but fiant pleasure too), but despite that fact, Wyxt's muscles clench down around that thick finger, her pussy clearly hungry for more. Wyxt twists her hips slightly, both to invite Sia's fingers in deeper, breasts shuddering and wobbling from the moan that run through her, and partly so that she can support her own curling fingers against her hip, giving Sia something solid to fuck against and supporting her own pistoning hand. Now, the music is used to weave her hips, to grind against Sia's own finger and, despite knowing her fingers are going to ache later, to grind her hand deeper into Sia's hungry, drooling cunt. Now, Wyxt finally breaks the kiss, panting slightly as she pulls away for a deep breath.

Zarias grins a bit as the woman relaxed noticably, and he paid quite a bit of attention to her back and between her shoulderblades as she played. The mage's keen sense of hearing could detect and discern each and every squish and wet sound coming from the two trolls, a fact that caused him to lick his lips lightly, sighing contentedly to himself as he stroked and kneaded Tatayana's back.

Varrain comes from the room he rented, yawining and scratching his chin just under the freashly braided beard. The large tauren wearing nothing but his leather breeches, and clearly just wok up as he moves towards the counter and blinks the sleep from his eyes smiling as he looks around, nodding to everyone


Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 01



Sia moans softly as the kiss breaks, panting for breath as well, her eyelids half closed, but her red gaze firmly locked on Wyxt's eyes as she teases her a moment with only one finger, but soon can't resist the temptation and thrusts a second in with the first, burying them as deep as she can while her hips meet the thrusts from Wyxt's hand hungrily and her body shivers, still pressed tightly against Wyxt only to add to the motions that let them grind against each other.

Wyxt is a vile temptress, and she knows it. But that's part of the game, the lure. Wyxt wants Sia's fingers in her, but more than that, Wyxt wants Sia, wants Sia to want something more. And so it is that Wyxt arches her hips, away from the insistent fingers, as she abruptly takes a step back, and her fingers slip out of Sia's cunt with a wet, lewd slurping sound. Wyxt licks her fingers of Sia's hot fluids, then purring, even as her free hand drops to her own crotch to feel her own heat... "Maybe you'll miss me next time." She purrs evilly, before continuing... "Next time I'll bring m' staff an' a pet 'r two, then I'll reall'h give y' a reason t' be moanin' an' shiverin'." Wyxt promises with a sly wink, then a glance to Zarias and Varrain. She's sure one of the two would gladly finish Sia off, though she needs to talk to Zarias before she goes. Seeing him playing with Tat, though, she purses her lips, then heads for the stairs, looking rather pleased with herself.

Zarias lightly runs his fingers up and down Tatayana's back while she plays, though when Wyxt looks over at him, he waves at her lightly with one hand, though a bit disappointed that the 'show' was over so soon.

Sia blinks and low throaty growl escaping her lips as she is left standing there, but then she chuckles, taking a few long, calming breaths, even though her entire body is still shivering. 

Varrain offers a freindly smile and nod towards Wyxt as he sees her pulling away from Sia and winks to the troll women as he orders some water from the tender, placing the coins for it on the counter he turns to look over those still in the main room.

Wyxt grins, amused, as sharp ears do pick up that growl from afar. Up the stairs, on somewhat shaky knees... Wyxt would be a liar if she claimed she didn't want to be finished off too. Licking her fingers and suckling on them, she stops at the top of the stairs, peering down at Sia, and then blows her a kiss. "Y' taste absolutel'h divine, t' boot, lady. I look forward t' our next meetin, savvy?" She waggles her eyebrows, and turns to head for her room. Hopefully that sets the bait that'll set her apart from others in Sia's eyes.

Sia looks after Wyxt for a moment, her eyes half closed and what can be seenh slightly glazed over, then she snaps out of the trance and blinks, chuckling faintly. Oh yesss...this was definately someone to remember and to look forward to...finishing off. A little weak on the knees she returns to the bar slowly, leaning on the counter.

Zarias watches Wyxt leave, wondering what she had on her mind when she looked at him. Oh well.. he was sure that he'd find out in due time. Grinning at Sia, he lightly rubs the sides of Tatayana's neck for a moment before he says, "Well, thank you for playing for them, Miss Tatayana.. it was a very nice tune. I wish I could actually play an instrument rather than mimic the sounds they make." He then looks over at the green-skinned troll and chuckles. "And now I see you've made a new friend, Miss Sia. Wyxt does have her charms about making friends quickly."

Varrain offers a toast to Sia as she comes over to the counter where he is sitting..."Was a nice bit of a show what I seen of it that is." He chuckles deeply.

Rajass gapes as Wyxt just walks away from Sia.. his near-black eyes going wide with a good deal of shock. He rhymes off in Kaldorei.. of all things, "I can't believe she just did that." He shakes his head, fingering a charm around his neck and heading up to the bar to get another moonberry juice, his throat suddenly dry.

Sia looks up from the bar with a somewhat weak smile, then licks her lips and winks..."I think I'll jus take a break fer a moment..." she mutters and leaves the counter to the care of the replacement tender, then heads over to beside Tatayana and slumps in a chair.



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 02



Wyxt is surprised, though only slightly, when Sia's hand finds her hair and the back of that dragon helm and presses... but she doesn't complain in the least. There's a faint, rising suspicion that Sia is like her, sometimes dominant and sometimes a submissive, and that brings a faint smile to the pirate queen's face as she considers possibilities. That smile is broken, though, when lips purse to suckle, hard, on Sia's tit, Wyxt purposefully making it just a bit painful as she sucks the rum from the girls tits, almost feeling like a pinch. Still cupping Sia's tit with one hand, her other hand wanders down to Sia's ass, kneading her firm ass as she purrs against her. Clearly, she is content to take her time teasing the girl that's 'on duty' right now behind the bar.

Sia purrs softly and her back arches a bit, pressing her ample chest further against Wyxt. A slight yelp escapes her as she feels the sharp sucking though obviously, she doesn't mind at all. One hand still holding Wyxt's head, the other now reaches around her to begin teasing over her back, the touch changing from delicate and soft to pinching suddenly and back. 

Wyxt shivers when Sia pinches her, though the blue skinned half-troll seems rather used to it... and why not? She's a half naked pirate ship captain. Likely her ass has seen more pinching than... than... well, her ass has probably been pinched a lot. At any rate! Her hand releases Sia's breast, now, to reach across to pinch her free nipple, tweaking it just a little as she suckles on the other, causing the dragon-nose to lightly graze Sia's cleavage. ...Taking note that no one appears to be planning to come in and order anytime soon, Wyxt soon enough pulls her lips from Sia's breasts with a lightly plop, licking her lips. She tilts her head, then, as though listening to something, staring past Sia for a moment.

Sia blinks, that low, throaty purr still coming from her lips while she looks down, a slightly questioning gaze in her eyes, though they are also twinkling with mischief and playfulness. She shifts a bit, straddling the half-trolless further while she snakes both arms around the girls neck, one hand tenderly stroking the back of her neck while the other squeezes and massages her shoulder lightly. The questioning gaze remains, wondering what Wyxt is listening for.

Wyxt lifts two fingers to her lips, then glances at Sia. With a faint grin on her face, she turns her head away so that her lips aren't right next to Sia's ears, and promptly whistles. It's a rather piercing whistle, though directed away from the people at the bar so as not to aggravate them too much. Two short whistles, then a somewhat lower, but longer one, before she pulls her fingers from her lips, and absently wipes them on Sia's exposed tit flesh, as though her breasts weren't shining enough in the firelight. Idly kneading and stroking Sia's ass and tits, Wyxt peers at the door, looking not the least surprised when it's opened by a human hand. There are a few pirates Gaz has given special permission to come around, and one such holds the door open for a large wolf, tall, at least half Wyxt's height, with shaggy red fur, to come pacing into the inn, a long glowing staff in his maw as he looks for his mistress.

Sia turns her head slightly, inclining her head questioningly for a moment. She wonders what Wyxt might be up to now, for she is fairly certain that the half-trolless is planning something. After all, she did promise to do so earlier. Sia was not worried, she was curious while she continued to stroke the girl on who's lap she is sitting, caressing the skin on the back of her neck even as her eyes follow the wolf attentively.

Wyxt winks at the pirate in question, who is quite unashamed in his staring at the green troll's rum and saliva coated chest. Soon enough, though, the door closes, as Rage trots over, depositing the thick, green glowing staff on the ground beside Wyxt. One hand leaves Sia's bosom, now, to reach down to pet the wolf on the head, then scratch him behind the ears. The Bloodaxe wBorg growls with pleasure, ears pricking straight up, now, as the canine stares up at Sia, panting just a bit. It's clear the wolf is keenly interested in the faint smell of pussy and wet tits on the air, but he doesn't move closer yet, unsure of his mistress' call. "Mmm.. I'm goin' t' punish' m'self t'night f'r runnin' out on y' and treat ya, instead o' treatin' m'self." Wyxt murmurs. She winks at Rage, and gives a husky, low moan, apparently another 'command,' because abruptly the wolf tenses, quite focused on Sia, though what Wyxt is going to do isn't shown just yet, as the half troll pauses to take another sip of her rum.

Sia blinks again, still unsure what to make of the Wolf or of Wyxt's words. She inclines her head, looking somehow thoroughly cute as she sits there on Wyxt's laps, head leaned to the side a bit, a light, barely visible flush on her green cheeks. The long, braided strands of her hair fall over her shoulders, clinking together softly from time to time as she looks to Wyxt, red eyes wondering, questioning. "Treat me..." she mutters softly, licking her lips "Treatin' us both...maybe?" she adds, winking.

Wyxt smirks. "We can take turns if y' want, y' green slut." Wyxt licks her lips, and it's clear the word is more of a tease than an insult, as she abruptly stands. This would dump Sia out of her lap, but Wyxt's hands, the hands of a hunter, are quick to catch the girl around the hips so that she could land on all fours, but one hand would push firmly, insistently, on the small of Sia's back, now, as Wyxt purrs to crimson worg, the wolf clearly excited already. "C'mere Rage, let 'er get a good taste o' ye while I get 'er all ready f'r ya..." Wyxt purrs to her wolf. At the word 'taste,' Rage comes forward, panting openly, his breath hot on Sia's face as he lens forward to bump her wet tits just once, licking some lingering traces of rum from them. ...Then, promptly, the big wolf would 'mount' Sia from the front, hopping up to place his paws on her strong back even as a surprisingly thick, wet cock bumps against her lips.

Sia gasps as she is lowered in that way and blinks. She is still a bit confused as to what would be happening and only realizes what Wyxt is up to exactly when she calls her pet forward like that. She moans softly, her greenish cheeks flushing a bit more with a light shade of red, but her lips open slowly, allowing the thick shaft to slide into her mouth, her tongue almost automatically beginning to glide along the length of it, teasing, tasting. She was surprised to find herself so eager, but then again, Wyxt had made her desire mount the last few minutes...and much more during that dance.

Wyxt gasps herself, as though she's really shocked at Sia's reaction, though of course the half-troll is fully expecting that. The wolf shuffles forward, guiding that thick, long cock fully into Sia's accommodating mouth... "Don't worr'h 'bout chokin' 'er Rage, she's a professional cocksuck'r." Wyxt pats one of Sia's tits affectionately... she's only half joking, of course ready to calm the wolf down if there's a problem, but Rage shuffles forward, eager to bury his hot, throbbing cock in Sia's mouth and throat to the hilt before he starts fucking her face, which being a wolf, she can be sure he plans to do. Wyxt, meanwhile, moves behind Sia, peering at her ass and raising both hands to appreciatively knead those full, ample cheeks a moment, before fingers move to pull down Sia's leather leggings. ...On a whim, Wyxt promptly tosses them over the bar, deciding she's going to find Sia something better to wear.

Sia moans softly, though the moan is stifled quite thoroughly by the hot, thick shaft in her mouth. She gags briefly as the Wolf begins to hump her in earnest, but relaxes her throat quickly allowing it to slide in further. Slim strands of saliva leak from the corners of her wide open mouth, running down her cheek and dripping to the floor as she shivers, feeling Wyxt's attentions from behind. Her eyes are half closed and she still has that lovely blush on her cheeks as she remains on all fours next to the bar.

Wyxt eyes Shiaki, considering the bartender is busy with her tits swaying beneath her, about to be throat-fucked by a wolf. "'ey, throw them leather shorts ov'r there 'way f'r me will ya?" She indicates the shorts tossed over the bar, before leaving Sia, for just a moment, to hastily get Shiaki's order while Rage begins to fuck Sia. It amuses her that Sia doesn't even seem to hear the order, and she winks slyly at Shiaki. Rage, on the other hand, couldn't care less about other people at the bar. Feeling that slight gag, the tensing around his cock, and then the relaxing of her throat, the wolf is an animal, and he damned sure takes advantage of his current bitch, clearly in heat. Paws drape themselves over her sides now, scratching roughly at the sides of Sia's wobbling tits, as legs tamp down, then begin to buck fully between her slurping lips, fucking her mouth almost as though he's fucking pussy and bucking almost painfully rough.

Shiaki blinks as her eyes get used to the light in the room, her cheeks darkening a bit as she nods. 'Ey, sorry dere, didn't see fokes was busy' the she-orc drawls, poking at the shorts in question. "Dese here?"

Sia did hear the order, just that her mind is currently not in the right state to connect the words of the order with the actual request, nor could she momentarily actually begin to think that she is working here. Not with the thick cock of the wolf slamming between her lips and she sucking on it hungrily, greedily. Her mouth tries to take him as completely as possible, still she cant help her saliva continuing to flow over her cheeks to the ground. The almost painful humping the wolf is giving her, combined with the gagging from earlier let little tears form in her eyes, though it is still quite clear that she is enjoying this. 

Wyxt nods. "Jus' toss 'em out. She ain't gonna need those. Leather be nice an' all but she ain't half as 'xposed as she need t' be in 'em." Wyxt grins wickedly, then turns back to Sia, taking a moment to admire the troll bitch on all fours and purring with approval. The sight alone makes her feel wet between the legs, and Wyxt realizes that she very much does like just 'watching' other troll girl's getting fucked... she'll have to introduce the whore to the pirates later... "Take it eas'h Rage, y' ain't g.." she pauses. Well, let the wolf cum. She's trained him for endurance and not much else, after all. He'll still get to seed his bitch right and proper. Wyxt drops to her knees behind Sia, purring as she leans forward, pushing down on the small of the girl's back to arch it so that Rage can get that little bit deeper into her throat. 

Wyxt reaches forward, then, with one hand, the other resting on Sia's full ass cheek. Two fingers press against Sia's rosebud, pushing those hot, wet pussy lips aside before Wyxt leans forward and blows warm breath over Sia's cunt. Then, teasingly, she runs her tongue just along the edges of Sia's pussy and clit. Rage, on the other hand, is not teasing at all. Bucking wildly, the wolf takes full advantage of the willing, receiving troll girl beneath him, somewhat bristly fur scratching Sia's back as he leans fully atop her. Around her pursed lips, she'd find a thick, almost twice as thick as the rest of his cock, knot starting to push, trying to make its' way into her mouth as Rage pants and whines from the pleasure.

Shiaki nods to Wyxt and folds up the shorts, suppressing her pack rat tendencies for a night. "Yes'm, consider 'em tossed." she remarks, wandering out for a moment into the sweltering heat, then returning dusting sand off her palms. "An' dat's dat."

Sia gasps, though that sound, too is drowned out, muffled by the cock in her mouth and a shiver runs again through her body when she feels the sensations from Wyxt's teasing. The extreme differences make her body writhe slightly. On the one side, the wolf, roughly and even harshly fucking her in the mouth. She can feel his growing excitement, even without the knot that pushes her lips even further apart, making her wince. On the other, she can feel the almost tender caresses from Wyxt on her pussy, which is dripping with her hot juices, leaking onto the floor between her legs.

Wyxt mumbles from Sia's pussy... "thank ya..." though it's somewhat muffled as the troll girl curls her tongue, holding it stiff, and pushing it forward into Sia's hungry cunt, letting Rage's bucking rock Sia back against her tongue. Any slight concern about Rage's wild bucking id dispelled by the fact that Wyxt knows Sia's got hot troll blood and will recover quickly... besides, she looks like she needs the exercise and workout play. Wyxt rolls her tongue in Sia's cunt, fucking her pussy with her tongue with the help from the over-eager Rage. Hands both come to rest on Sia's hot, jiggling ass now, kneading and groping the flesh, and also pushing and pulling to make the troll girl sway even more, causing Rage's claws to scratch at her tits that little bit more and fur to rub all over Sia's back.

Wyxt is grinning faintly, though with her face buried in Sia's cunt, the nose of that dragon-shaped helmet pushed between the cheeks of Sia's ass, it can't be seen by the others in the room. Rage on the other hand, almost howls with excitement when the knot actually slips in (and fills) Sia's mouth. Most of the other trolls he goes out of his way to pounce on can't quite manage that, though he makes sure it gets in their pussy no matter how tight they are. Rage grunts, now, starting to rut as that thick, hot knot travels up his shaft, his own orgasm rising fast as he scratches at her tits and rams his hips against her face at a frantic pace. Shiaki nods and flashes an amiable grin, taking her seat back at the bar and looking on with interest.

Sia gags against on the thickness in her mouth, but continues to suck greedily. Her saliva, by now, creating a small puddle beneath her face. Her skin scratched by his claws, doesn't seem to really bother her, though her body squirms in reaction to it, but if at all, it seems she only gets turned on more in this situation. her juices leak freely from her pussy, drenching Wyxt's tongue, lips and mouth quite thoroughly as she is being rocked back and forth between her and her pet, though of course, who the pet is right now could be debatable. Rage's frenzied humping cause her full breasts to slap back and forth beneath her and, as she is being held down by Wyxt, her nipples rub against the floor from time to time.

Wyxt loves seeing Sia turned into such a willing slut. It's a bit of a shock just how wet she is from dominating this sexy troll bitch, which is actually a first time for Wyxt, but she won't say that aloud. Slurping on Sia's juices, even suckling on her pussy from time to time, Wyxt's own beasts jiggle and sway somewhat as she tries to maintain a steady hold on the girl's ass, listening to the hot sounds of fucking in the air. Her tongue curls and uncurls in Sia's pussy, licking this way and that, seeking to clean her inner walls entirely as she swirls her tongue, then arches it so that it roughly rubs against Sia's clit. Wyxt knows what Sia really needs in her cunt, but some preparation can't hurt, and the girl tastes good anyway. ...However, she looks up, to give her one simple warning..

Wyxt pulls away from Sia's cunt, apparently knowing what the heavy panting from Rage means, to warn her "Y' best get what breath y' can girl, I work'd hard t' train this one!" she giggles faintly, sinking back to Sia's pussy. And Rage? Bucking like the wild animal he is, his slobber drooling onto Sia's back, hot and pooling there, his hips bunch up as his knot forces its way up through her mouth... and she has a few seconds, a few thrusts, to quickly gag for that extra bit of air, the rush of which would only bring the wolf that much closer to the edge, before she'd find her throat somewhat sealed by that huge knot in the excited animal's cock. Unlike most canines, who hold in place when they cum, when Rage whitewashes Sia's throat, he doesn't stop bucking, roughly working every spurt out of his cock that he can, filling her belly with his hot seed.

Shiaki sips from her mug and gives a bemused whistle, one hand idly toying with her braid as she watches the writhing trio intently.

Sia gags thoroughly on that, her body squirming and flailing a bit as she readies herself as best she can and then receives the wolf's loads. The sounds of her swallowing are quite audible even over the smacking of him still thrusting into her mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut, but little tears trickle down her cheeks now, not from sadness or even really pain, but from the "slight" lack of air she finds herself in as she swallows it all, feeling it filling her up quickly. Her arms threaten to give way as she feels a bit lightheaded, but she steadies herself somewhat again.

Rajass stands at the window of the tavern, watching that entire display between the Troll, the half-Troll proprietress and the wolf.. his deep brown eyes wide with surprise. He steps into the tavern, looking significantly more composed.. albeit, with a slight tenting in the front of his leather trousers as he does. He simply nods to anyone not too distracted and makes his way toward the bar.. not far from the grouping.

Wyxt smirks, cupping Sia's pussy with one hand, feeling the slut's heat as Rage continues his wild bucking, having a surprisingly thick, full load for Sia's belly... probably because she's suck a good cocksucker. Balls slapping against her chin, the knot of his thick cock plugs and unplugs her throat several times, flooding her mouth with semen, too, before the troll 'finally' pulls out of her mouth (which is a bit of an effort with that knot), panting. Wyxt purrs at her wolf... "Take a lil' break b'fore y' mark this bitch, darlin'." She whistles at Rage, who sits for a moment, though that hard cock doesn't seem to be softening,t hough the knot is going back down. "What a dirt'h slut y' are Sia..." Wyxt picks up that long, glowing staff now, at least four fingers thick, and begins to slowly guide it into Sia's wet, drooling pussy, pushing the blunt stick in slowly as she purrs. "I nev'r woulda imagined."

Rajass smirks as he chimes in his own words at the display. "Nor would some passers by.." He says, leaning against the bar and looking around, realizing that the woman pleasing the wolf was the bartender.

Sia, still panting for breath from the experience, gasps a little louder, now that her mouth is no longer stuffed completely as Wyxt pushes the staff into her. She IS surprisingly tight down there, contrary to what some could believe after such a display. She is still on all fours, her fingers clawing at the ground as her pleasure is rising and rising from Wyxt's attentions and she moves her hips back a bit to get that staff more fully into her. Shiaki chortles and sips her drink. "Sitchy-ations like dat make me glad I know a liddle magic t'stop someone's need ter breathe." Sia mumbles, "I...usually I...dunno..." *she manages to mumble over her shoulder, though nothing more coherent would come from her.

Rajass walks up alongside of Sia. "Since I can't seem to get a drink jus' now.. mind if I give ya a brief bit of help?" He says, looking at her with a more curious gaze.. not an ounce of demand in his tone.

Wyxt holds the staff back, just a little, just barely keeping the thick, strong wood, surprisingly smooth, out of Sia's womb as she purrs. "Beg f'r Rage darlin'. Tell us all how much y' want that hot wolf dick spearin' y'r whorin' cunt, an' maybe you'll get it." Wyxt licks her lips, before she looks to Rajass. "I need 'er verbal f'r th' moment darlin'. Testin' somethin'." Wyxt waggles her eyebrows at Rajass. "I'll get y' a drink in a moment."




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 02



Rajass laughs softly, shaking his head. "I hadn't expected her to pleasure me.. but this'll be interestin' to see all the same." He says, stepping back and watching Wyxt working over Sia's seemingly pliant and lust-filled body.

Sia looks over her shoulder briefly, her red gaze lingering on Wyxt. Her lips slightly parted, her tongue licking over her small tusks as she speaks. "I...wan tha wolf cock ta fill me...please...let him fuck me like his bitch in heat..." she mumbles, but strangely her eyes twinkle darkly and there's a promise in those eyes as well, directed at the half-trolless behind her. A promise that she'll get hers in due time, even though her entire body and face suggest she's the compliant little bitch.

Wyxt keeps it smooth so it's hard to grip. Which is good for not only fighting, but for teasing poor captives who're trying to grip that staff to get it deeper into their cunt but can't seem to. Wyxt knows full well she's going to get hers and you can bet she looks forward to it. Rage sitting on all fours, apparently seems to like the begging, his cock 'visibly' throbbing from where he sits on his haunches in front of Sia, panting still. Wyxt abruptly pushes the staff into Sia's womb, filling her up with that smooth wood, then pulling it back out, grinning at the lewd suckling noises Sia's pussy makes, before purring. "Y' want 'is thick cream fillin' y'r womb, y' dirt'h slut?" She wants to drag it out a little, give the girl good reason to give her a hard fucking in return when she gets her chance.

Rajass settles back on one of the barstools, popping a small golden bark apple from his pack and a small cooking knife. He begins slicing it up a bit, seeming curiously nonchalant for Wyxt and Sia's display. His eyes throb with a curious spark of reddish light that's gone in an instant.. barely visible in anyone's periphery as a wide, dark smile creeps over his lips.

Sia squirms and moans loudly. Oblivious to the fact that she is being watched by everyone present she half closes her eyes, eyelids fluttering from the pleasure inside her as well as the desire for more. Her arms wobble slightly, no longer able to support her fully, she drops to her elbows, her large, firm breasts pressed against the floor now. "Yea...yea I wan his hot cum in ma pussy...I want him ter fill me up good..." she moans, loud enough for everyone to hear, looking back to Wyxt for a moment before gazing, longingly to Rage.

Wyxt loves it. This troll slut is good. Too good. Wyxt can't deny that this might just be her partner in crime here on the floor before her, but for now, she'll not stop to talk about stuff like that. "Mmm, Rage, y'r new bitch is read'h f'r ya..." Wyxt winks at Rage as the staff is pulled from Sia's hungry pussy. The wolf is, of course, quick to oblige, his cock fully hard and his need to fuck and rut this bitch re-inspired by her slutty words and the clear lust in her body. Wyxt slips around to the front of Sia, and gets down on all fours, her own ass high in the air as she leans forward to, perhaps, surprisingly, 'kiss' Sia there on the ground, both sharing the lingering taste of her pussy and tasting of traces of Rage's salty essence. 

Wyxt does glance Rage's way, though, as he moves behind Sia. He wastes no time, leaping up to drape both forelegs around Sia's belly, mounting his bitch for the night. Panting, he slips forward, paws coming once more to hug Sia's breasts, pressing them together somewhat this time as his thick, long cock brushes against her hot cunt. It takes him one or two stabs, but then, he's spearing her hungry pussy lips, running that thick, throbbing length into her heat and huffing somewhat as he fills her. Of course, he jabs forward hard, filling her with his cock until the head of his shaft is deep in her womb.

Shiaki drains her mug and leans back, both elbows resting on the bar's edge, her feet idly intertwined with the barstool as she looks on, intrigued.

Rajass chews his lip as he looks back and forth between the two. He thinks he might have to remember some of the owner's dark techniques to break his own slave a little farther. He sits back, nibbling on the sweet fruit while he watches the bartender being taken forcefully by the wolf. He nods briefly at Shiaki, bowing his head politely and seemingly relaxing.

Shiaki nods back affably, giving Rajass a genuine toothy smile and turning her gaze back on Rage and his new friend.

Sia moans softly at first and is quite surprised by the kiss, but even in her heated passion, even as slutty as she is right now, on all fours, about to be fucked by a wolf in heat, she returns the kiss with a surprising tenderness, her eyes remaining half closed as she does so. Then she feels the wolf mounting her, eyes closing fully. She moans, giving a soft cry of pleasure and thrusting her hips back to actually meet Rage more firmly as he buries his thick cock in her wanting pussy, which squeezes his shaft tightly once inside her.

Wyxt is surprised by the tenderness, and she wants to kiss Sia again, truthfully, but settles for kissing her forehead lightly. She stands, and peers at Rajass... "What did y' want t' order?" She smiles at him. Notably, standing in that red thong of hers, there's no hiding that Wyxt herself is wet. ...And that fact only intensifies as the sounds of Rage's furry thighs lewdly meeting Sia's full, firm ass fill the air. Wyxt wants to hear the troll girl pant, beg for more, anything that might come out of her mouth as she's fucked by the horny Rage. Rage for his part loves the feel of that clenching pussy around his cock, already trying to milk him. Draped over her, he rocks her whole body, to rub tits roughly against the wood below, as he humps that offered pussy, fucking it roughly and viciously, like an animal.

Wyxt glances over her shoulder to Miss Sia as she's fucked, peering down at the troll girl's face and pursing her lips. Rage is a big wolf, and each thrust, while rapid and hectic, is long and full, the wolf quite intent on seeding and marking this troll bitch as his own as his cock pounds deep into Sia's cunt, filling her womb time and against with each thrust of his hot, throbbing shaft.

Rajass looks up at Wyxt. "Mmm.. somethin' sweet an' potent. It's been a good day in the field an' I plan to celebrate properly. It.. looks like you could use some tending yourself mind you."

Sia groans, panting as her breathing becomes irregular and deep, gasping for breath as she is fucked hard and in turn, squeezes Rage's cock hungrily, wanting, no, demanding more, demanding he give everything. Her hands clench and unclench on the floor in front of her, almost digging into the wooden floor. Her voice is quite cute as she moans little words of lust into the air in front of her. her blueish, short hair being messed up, the few long strands, braided with gemstones click together as she entire body shakes with every hard thrust.

Shiaki lets her gaze roam across the various bar patrons, but her eyes always end up settling back on Sia and Rage, the she-orc unconsciously wetting her lips and tilting her head to the side. "Hrm..I gotter come inta town more often." she mumbles to herself.

Wyxt smirks, then shakes her head. "I be savin' up f'r th' moment. I owe 'er, payin' 'er back as y' can see." Wyxt winks at Rajass, before turning on her heel. She purposefully picks mead low on the shelfs, bending over to fully expose her fully, firm frosty blue ass to Rajass, the red metallic thong creeping up between the cheeks as her tits sway beneath her. Partly, though, it's also just to be that much closer to Sia and Rage, listening to their fucking. She plucks up a bottle, though, and soon enough turns back around to face Rajass, grinning somewhat wickedly as she pours him a glass and sets it atop the bar. Rage, of course, is oblivious to these other people. Cock pounding deep into that tight pussy, he feels her demands, feels her hot, needy body beneath him, and the pet obliges. With a howl, Rage lets go of what little reservation he did have, the lewd sound of squelching pussy filling the air.

Rajass shakes his head with a sigh. "Ugh, why does every woman I say 'at to think I'm tryin' to be the one to do it?" He says, thinking allowed as he leans over and enjoys the view that Wyxt provides. "Ahhh.. now that does look like a solid drink." He says, setting down a couple of gold for the woman with a smile. "Mm, I assume 'e's yours?"

Wyxt looks on as Rage increases the tempo, his red furred thighs almost a blur as he takes full advantage of Sia's slick, wet channel, his own cock lubed up decently from the earlier cum and her spit. Rage hunkers down tight against his bitch, fucking her like a rag doll as he spears her womb again and again, and she can feel the thick knot of his cock swelling up against the lips of her pussy, demanding access to that tight channel... and Rage pushes even further forward to force it into her cunt, whether she's ready or not. 

Wyxt nods to Rajass. "Aye that 'e be. Grew up wit' 'im since 'e be a pup an' I barel'h in th' ways o' th' hunter, I did. ..Y' can bet 'e taught me right quick, though, seems t' 'ave a thing f'r pouncin' th' ladies. Not that I can blame 'im, when 'e's gettin' it on like that." Wyxt peers at the troll getting fucked, and licks her lips somewhat hungrily.

Sia yelps lightly as she feels the wolf's cock penetrating her further and further and then feels that knot against her entrance. She gasps a little cry escaping her lips as that is forced into her, though she pushes back against Rage to help him along the way still. Her eyes are shut tightly, she is biting her lips so hard that a little bit of blood is running down her chin to the floor as she feels the Wolf's nearing climax. The intense penetration, the rough, hard and fast thrusts make her come close to her own quickly. She manages to push herself onto her hands again, her breasts flapping back and forth with each powerful stroke of Rage into her.

Rajass steps off to the side, getting out of Wyxt's way completely for what little he may have obstructed her view. He nods slowly, brushing a hand through his tall fire red Mohawk. "Oh I see.. so he taught you, an' then you taught him.. is.. that it?"

Shiaki nods in agreement, only half-hearing the conversation. "Yep, that there's one lucky inder-vidual." Whether she's referring to Sia or Rage, who can say?

Wyxt thinks she's going to have to let Rage out more, that's for sure. For his part, Rage 'tries' to play things out a little more, working his knot up and down Sia's pussy as it rises, making her fill full and lewdly stretched as he pounds into her, but he's an animal, and he wants to seed his bitch. That knot rises, pulsing deep in her pussy, and when she pushes back, it seals her womb, Rage giving a long, loud howl of pleasure as his thick, hot wolf cum begins to fill up Sia's pussy, his balls tight against her crotch. This time, being in pussy and not her throat, the wolf holds still, filling her to the brim and beyond, his ass quivering as he's sunk in hilt deep in his bitch.

Wyxt isn't obstructed.. both she and Sia are on the bartender side of the bar, after all. "Ah, in ways, ya. I showed 'im a few tricks an' 'e showed me what 'e knew." She grins, then shrugs. "Sia seems t' be takin' well t' th' lessons, if'n y' ask me. He's always gonna be wantin' in th' inn after this." Murmured. As if telling him to stay outside wasn't annoying enough already, now he'd give her puppy eyes.

Sia feels the wolf filling her up and that just about pushes her over the edge. her arms give way again, her strength faltering as she cries out with pleasure, her orgasm gushing through her intensely. Rage's cock is drenched even more and for everyone to see, her juices gush out of her pussy, dripping down her spread legs to the floor. Her back arches, her body shivering, almost jerking convulsively as she cums and cums and then cums some more before she collapses in front of Rage on the ground, desperately panting for breath.

Rajass chuckles softly, shaking his head as he listens to Wyxt. "After.. having a piece of that body, I can't say as I blame hi-.." He pauses, whipping around to look at Idonna. Shiaki gives a low whistle, impressed with Sia's sheer durability, the orc jumping a bit at Idonna's entrance. "Yer fergot 'uden bur', too."

Rajass sighs as he turns back, looking back to Wyxt and leaning over to watch the end of the show with a dark, broad smile. Wyxt can see that curious red flash whip through his eyes again if she's looking at him well enough.. but it's gone in an instant. "Hmm.. but if you train wolves, I might jus' wanna talk to you 'bout that at some point."

Wyxt subconsciously rests her hand over her own crotch as Rage slumps somewhat, panting now and resting against his bitch. After many fuckings, he knows he'll have to wait a moment before dragging his knot out of her. Wyxt glances to the others in the room, then turns and drops to her knees before Sia. She carefully, swipes up the blood from Sia's lips and chin, then licks it from her fingers, before dropping down to lick it from her lips. Then... "I be a hunt'r. It be m' job t' und'rstand animals wit'out actuall'h bein' one." She winks over her shoulder at Rajass. Rage, for his part, pants, breath hot, as he just rests in his bitch. "Ah, welcome t' th' famil'h Sia." Wyxt purrs, then looks to Idonna. "Almost."

Wyxt hops to her feet. Oh, you can bet Wyxt knows where the rum is. She fetches it nice and quick, and fetches a tall glass for Miss Tatayana, before starting to pour. "There y' go miss, y'r rum." She winks at Tatayana, and keeps the bottle out, wanting to refill the mug's worth she'd licked off Sia's breasts earlier.

Sia quivers a bit on the ground, her eyes open up gradually and sparkle with twinkling playfulness as she looks up to Wyxt. She reaches a weak hand up to trace over Wyxt's cheek lightly before she closes those eyes again and allows herself to use the time in which she can't move anyway, to rest and recover some of her strength...and maybe some of her wits as well. 

Rajass looks down as Sia seems to finish up, clapping slightly.. a lecherous smile playing over his lips. "Quite the show you put on. You have great talent." He says, chuckling softly.. but seeming quite serious as though he had an appreciation for such things.

Wyxt gives Idonna an odd look, a simple raised eyebrow, then a rather cruel looking smirk, before turning back to Sia. Rage, finally, shifts his hips back... it's still a bit of a tight squeeze, but with a loud squelching noise and a rush of hot cum, he pulls himself free of Sia's tight cunt, panting and looking, naturally, extremely pleased with himself. Wyxt scratches her wolf behind the ears, before leading him to the door. "Go wash and get y'rself some food an' rest Rage. I might be callin' y' again soon." A certain orc was in mind. She moves back to Sia, then, and sits on the stool near the girl trying to catch her wits.

Wyxt grins. "As y' can see from th' mess back 'ere, we be awful busy tryin' t' ent'rtain and what not t'night." Wyxt, despite having delicate looking tiny tusks, somehow has mastered the wicked grin to a point. She shrugs, though, and nods. "How 'bout y'rself Tats?" She likes Tats for a nickname. Cause she likes tattoos too.

Sia retains a moment to relax some more, then she slowly gets up, her tousled hair making her look quite cute as she blinks and looks around a moment, naked as she is. Shiaki gives a nod and smile to Sia, looking impressed. She rummages through her satchel for a moment and pulls out an old map, unrolling it and peering intently. Tatayana mutters, "Not good some thing came in today and tried getting into my mine I was not happy and have had one bitch of a head ache since then."

Rajass listened to the two women speaking, picking up their names for future reference and looking between them, and the one on the ground, still recovering. He simply smiles at Sia, since she didn't reply.. sipping at the mead given to him by Wyxt and shivering visibly as he takes a large mouthful of it.

Sia peers at Wyxt, "Ye threw away my pants..." she states to Wyxt, but then grins and shrugs slightly. With a light smile she leans over and places a soft kiss on Wyxt's lips, maybe surprising the half-trolless by doing so, and maybe that gentle touch from her fingers on the girls cheek is also a surprise. Then she leans forward and whispers into Wyxt's ear playfully, "Ye'll get yers...oh ye will..."

Wyxt slips a hand around Sia's hip, pulling her over somewhat. "Don't worr'h, I got some clothes upstairs y'll love, Sia darlin'. Goodness knows all th' merchants back in Orgrimmar come lookin' f'r me t' show me th' new dirt'h things they get." And she's cut off by the sudden kiss, and surprised to, eyebrows raising high. But she returns it, of course, with a faint blush, breasts pressing together as she takes note that this one's got the potential she wants. "Mmm, I know I will, an' y' better bet I got high hopes." She pokes Sia's breast lightly. "I'll bring y'r clothes t' y'r room.. later." Wyxt snickers.

Sia grins playfully, then finally takes a long look around the room, nodding to the different patrons, giving Tat a playful and friendly smile. "Hey sugar...ya doin' OK?" Shiaki glances up from her map briefly and chuckles, fishing a pencil out of her braid and marking a few spots. Tatayana chuckles seeing Sia and Wyxt and smiles..." Soon as this head ache goes away I will be fine there you sexy beast," she chuckles.

Rajass frowns briefly as he turns the flavor of the mead over in his head, thinking it's a little strong tasting considering what he usually has. He shrugs a bit and finishes up the drink, apparently not thinking much of taking large mouthfuls of it despite not much liking it. Popping another slice of apple into his mouth, he takes a slow look around.

Wyxt glances around at the company too, then looks back to Sia and pinches her rump. She slips off the stool, and drops to her knees between Sia's legs... not that she was going to abuse the girl anymore... but Sia's thighs are a white gooey mess, and Wyxt is licking them clean.



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 03



Wyxt is glum tonight. It doesn't have anything to do with eggs... the Pirate Queen barely cared about the holiday in the first place and certainly hasn't celebrated it before. Her peculiar mood is hard to explain or place. While dark red eyes are clearly faintly narrowed, grumpy even, the rest of her face is rather expressionless, glossy blue lips pressed into a flat line not unlike her small shardling, Effete's, preferred look. Clad in a shimmery white robe of moon cloth, sleeveless, that hugs her ample curves and even clings to her hips, Wyxt strides into the tavern, and the half-troll heads, immediately, straight towards the bar itself, rolling, weaving hips carrying her halfway there before the door even thuds closed.

Wyxt does not move to sit behind the bar, quite certain that the goblin there can handle service just fine. Peering out from under the snout of that dragonhead shaped helmet, Wyxt pays no heed to the few glances her way as hands come to rest on the bar top, and hips shift to place ample rump on one of the stools. Breasts brush against the wood lightly as she slips onto her seat, and she nods to the bartender on duty. "I'll jus' be 'avin' m' rum. Jus' gimme da bottle, we got more in da stores." Wyxt mumbles, only somewhat audible as elbows come to rest on the bar top, along with a good deal of moon cloth bound breast flesh, and Wyxt simply watches the tender fetching her drink.

Kat peered out from from under her cloak at the new arrival, noticing that she was totally at ease. She must have been to this inn before. Kat had just arrived there herself and was helping herself to some blood thistle, thus the need for the cloak hiding her appearance. Viserya gestures a small greeting to Wyxt, from her end of the bar, her nursing her very large mug of Thunderbrew, this being her what, 5th? 6th? She couldn't really remember at this point

Wyxt has nothing against blood thistle addicts or against human rogues. She hasn't met Viserya though. The small gesture from the rogue draws a look from the corners of Wyxt's eyes even as hands pluck up her bottle of rum, and one finger idly taps a tusk. Her head dips, a faint nod, and two fingers come up in a casual wave, before she looks down to the bottle before her quietly.

Viserya sighs and lets out a loud, rude belch, not bothering to cover her mouth this time, as she downs the rest of her lager. Ordering another one, as she turns back to the Half-Troll. "Rough day?"

Wyxt frowns crossly at the sound of the belch, which is, apparently, something that does not sit well with the moon cloth-bound lass. She takes her time to reply, digging one tiny but clearly sharp tusk into the side of the cork to scoop it surprisingly neatly out of the bottle, and eyes close as she inhales the scent of liquor. Then, murmured... "Jus' long."

Viserya gives a small nod of understanding, having experienced her own share of long days. Her next drink arrives, which she promptly pays for, and begins to gulp down, a bit more quietly this time, as she had noticed the displeased frown on the Half Troll's face, and didn't wish to do it again. "Could be worse hm? At least you're not naked in a dungeon somewhere"

Wyxt opens her eyes at that, to stare blankly at the bottles across the way. ...Naked in a dungeon somewhere? "...'ow would dat be bett'r?" ...This is the Lube and Booty, after all. If she were naked in a dungeon somewhere, it most likely would mean she was in a much better mood, REGARDLESS of how she ended up naked.

Kat looks up at the sound of conversation, her long ears perking up out of her cloak as well. She stares at the troll and the human, an odd pair to be talking to each other, what with the animosity between the Horde and the Alliance. She shrugs it off but continues to listen to their conversation intently.

Viserya shrugs "Well just try and cheer up huh? A frown doesn't sit well on your pretty face, a smile would grace it much better, I think." *a bright red blush lies across the bridge of her nose, and under her eyes, indicating she's a bit intoxicated by now, and has obviously become fairly loose lipped in her drunkenness

Wyxt scowls now. "I wasn't frownin'." She didn't count flat lines as frowns. The troll nips at her rum, and closes her eyes, just wanting to sit at the bar and indulge in the warmth trickling down her throat tonight. She isn't sure why she's so bloody grumpy tonight, but the cheerful talk is not helping.

Viserya sighs and goes back to nursing her drink "Don't let tipsy little Vissy bother you sweetness. Just trying to bring a little light in to part those rainclouds floating over you!...hic!" *gives a small burp, which she covers with her mouth, and begins to giggle stupidly*

Wyxt sighs. The bottle is clicked against the bar, before the half-troll pushes away, and slips off of her stool with the faintest bounce to her form. "If'n y' need m' Sprocket, I'll be on da deck. ...Da porch I mean." She nods to the goblin lass behind the bar, then turns and heads for the door, thinking it might be a nice night to just stare at the sky for a while and booze.

Wyxt disappears out the door, and closes it quietly behind her with one hand, the bottle of rum pressed into her cleavage now as she gives a faint sigh. She just isn't in the right mood tonight. Maybe she should have spent her time killing night elves instead of looking inside eggs. ...Which reminds her. Sitting on the steps of the porch, Wyxt idly fishes in one of the few pockets of her robe, and plucks out a candy bar, which she idly begins to munch on while staring blankly at one of the bruisers across the way.

Viserya sighs as the curvaceous beauty disappears out through the doors "Ah..Too bad she's so gloomy, such a pretty one. Ah well, Has been a long day after all I suppose..." she idly reaches to feel a large sack of candy attached to her belt. "Ah..maybe I'll donate it to some orphans or somethin' t'morow." She sighs loudly as she plops down payment for her drinks and stands up, not wanting to interrupt the woman, so she heads.

Wyxt yawns idly, candy bar wrapper held against her lips to cover and somewhat quiet the soft yawn as the half troll lass closes her eyes. Lips still a glossy blue flat line, legs cross despite the somewhat restraining moon cloth, feet resting in the sand in front of the porch as the trolless leans against the porch banister and sips at her rum. Normally, she'd indulge in full swallows, fast drinking, but tonight, she just wants it to last and soothe.

Tairel slowly walks out of the bar and into the open air. She had become lonely in her room and the bar was slow that night. She sniffs the air, and notices Wyxt. Quietly, she slips over to her, cuddling up beside the girl and rests on the banister. "Long time no see sweetie..."

Wyxt blinks. The rum has her a little woozy, and she's still feeling quite gloomy, but is an immediate and blatant shock to see Tairel is actually still around for Wyxt. "...I wasn't s're if'n y' stuck 'round, big boot'h. I ain't seen y' 'round at all." Wyxt taps her rum bottle against one tusk as she peers at Tairel, then slips her other arm around Tairel's side, hand to rest idly on Tairel's own ample ass as she nips at the rum bottle. She peers down at the bottle, then offers Tairel a nip herself. "Y' been 'idin' from me? Y' find y'self someone bett'r 'r somethin'?" Wyxt's jealousy is silly, and it shows in that she can barely manage her frown, but it's still there, in some small amount. Married or not, her priestess 'had' disappeared somewhat.

Tairel looks down at the bottle and takes a small sip from it. "Of course I haven't replaced ya... I've just been experimentin' a bit and haven't been myself of late... But I miss ya." This is true, her time with Effete was confusing to say the least. And since her disappearance, Tairel hasn't ventured out of her room that she seems to have settled in. "And with your marriage to Miss Sia... been feelin' da odd one out." She nuzzles Wyxt. "I'm still your Priestess.."

Jasayiah slips into the L&B inn, maneuvering her way through the patrons and heading for the bar counter. She always had a great day when she splurged a bit of gold to get her nails and tusks done. Her tusks almost gleaming white, and her nails neatly manicured she drums them against the bar counter and smiles to the bartender. "Get me a large mug of Dwarven Stout." Her eyes move to watch Wyxt and Tairel.

Wyxt peers at Tairel, then looks down to the bottle, thinking, as she idly fondles the troll priestess' ass, biting her lower lip and considering. Effete was around, though she hadn't come out for a while now, and Effete's pleasure, being 'slightly' linked to Wyxt's, made it hard to be upset. "...I s'pose t' be fair I ain't reall'h been 'round much m'self. Been a lot o' crud goin' on." Wyxt nods faintly as she leans against Tairel, then sighs softly. "Sia'd like y'. Like t' see y' a mess 'smuch as m'self, don't y' be doubtin'. I ain't nev'r introduce th' two o' ya prop'r did I?"

Tairel shakes her head. "Could've used a warnin'." She taps the collar around her neck. But in a way she was with Wyxt during those times, but she still misses the real thing. Tairel wraps an arm around Wyxt and pulls onto her, swinging Wyxt off the banister to meet face to face with her. She gives Wyxt a faint lick on the lips.

Varrain slowly materializes in front of the Hearth and stretches some. He slides the magical hearthstone back into his pouch and glances about, the druid in green ceremonial looking robes, having been in Moonglade for a meeting of the Circle. He offers a nod to Jas and heads towards his room to change.

Wyxt blinks, a bit surprised as she's pulled from her seat and, for once, completely caught off guard. "Y' know 'ow da dark portal be prett'h lad'h!" Wyxt nips Tairel's tongue, then grins at her. She does still care for her priestess... while there maybe be a no kissing rule in mind, there were certainly PLENTY of other things she'd like to see the hot slut doing, or the hot mistress demanding, as the case may be. "Y' can't tell me it don't fit nice though."

Eagerly awaiting her drink, Jasayiah slips herself onto the bar stool. Smoothing out the fabric of the new skirt she decided to showcase tonight. Her long smooth legs show from at her lower thighs, and a purple and black corset, covers her chest, leaving her shoulders bare, and her spine exposed between the leather strings that hold her body confined within.

Varrain comes out a bit later, the ceremonial style robes exchanged for a simple blue robe that he has loosely tied. He makes his way over to the counter, looking to Jas and letting his eyes roam her before he gives her a friendly nod and smile and orders himself a moonberry juice.

Jasayiah nods and smiles in return to Varrian's attentions and happily accepts the drink she ordered as it is finally produced. "Just put it on my tab." She got tired of having to carry around a coin purse wherever she went, more often at least when she wasn't geared up for "working."

Tairel remembers the no kissing rule and pulls back a bit. She feels her hair in one hand, adjusting it. "Err... sorry.." But she can see in Wyxt's eyes that she's not entirely upset. A smirk crosses her lips as her arms around Wyxt move south, grabbing her hot booty. "You'll stop me of course if you don't like it..."

Varrain gets his drink and puts the coins on the counter and sits near Jas and looks to her again, smiles.."Greetings Miss, I am Varrain. Is this your first time here?"

Wyxt smirks. "What in th' 'ell makes y' think I ain't gonna like playin' wit' such a prett'h lad'h?" Really now. Tairel might not be Sia, but that didn't mean Tairel suddenly wasn't the scantily clad hotty Wyxt used to mess with... and Tai DOES still have that collar on. "Y're wearin' m' irons, don't y' f'rget. Y' still be mine. An' when Lad'h Sia meets y', y're gonna be 'ers too, y' und'rstand? We treat y' good. Y're gonna be a barmaid 'round 'ere too. Wear somethin' real open in da top an' real short... tin'h skirt I'm thinkin' so when y' bend ov'r th' custom'rs realize they jus' be walkin' up an' fuckin' ya when dey please." Wyxt nods sagely, and it's pretty obvious her mood is brightening as bottle of rum is set aside. "Gotta put y' t' good work an' make m' priestess earn dat collar."

Taking a drink from the mug of ale, setting it down, Jasayiah chuckles at Varrain. "Hardly, I've been here quite often." She adjusts herself, slipping one light purple leg over the other. Varrain nods, "Ahh, then I've just had the unfortunate timing of not seeing you around." He takes a long drink of his juice, setting the mug on the counter and lets his gaze slide over Jas' form, and her lovely legs again before looking back to her face with a smile. "And if I may know, what is your name, Miss?"

Jasayiah ponders his request for a moment, her carefully sculpted brow raised in contemplation. "And what exactly would you think you would gain by knowing my name? What if I prefer to keep the air of mystery about me?" Varrain offers a slight shrug, the large druid relaxing back against the counter.."I was simply being friendly, Miss, but if you do not wish to share your name then that is your business." He still lets his eyes wander about her body though.

Tairel hasn't been ordered like that by Wyxt in a while and was caught off guard. "Yes ma'am.." She replies, her hands squeezing Wyxt's firm ass. "And I be sorry about not seein' ya around as much." She licks Wyxt's cheek, one of her hands leaving Wyxt's ass and gracing over the slim material covering the troll's pussy. She purrs. "And Miss Sia, I look forward to bein' hers too." Her thumb is now caressing the slit between Wyxt's legs.

Wyxt shivers against Tairel as Miss Tai teases her, but Wyxt knows full well what she has in mind and what she'd like to see. Licking her lips, Wyxt places one hand on Tairel's breasts, and pushes, just lightly, as she stands, pulling Tai into a standing position as well. "Y' wait right 'ere. I got s'me stuff in da bank. Y' know 'ow I dress up da ladies. Gotta make s're Az'roth don't f'rget troll women be da 'ottest out der." Wyxt grins wickedly. She pinches Tairel's nipple somewhat sharply through the thin fabric of the lady's dress, before running off towards the bank, the moon cloth robe not really doing much to hide the bounce of her ass or breasts as she runs to the building.

Jasayiah smirks at Varrain, and raises her mug to her lips, letting a flow of the alcoholic beverage pour down her throat, and letting out a happy sigh as she sets down the nearly empty mug. Varrain raises a brow at the smirk as he watches Jas, he picks up his mug taking another drink from it before he speaks again.."Then perhaps you could share why you came to the Lube & Booty..at least the reason for tonight." He grins at her.

Wyxt returns after only a few moments, a sure sign that she knows 'exactly' what she wants Tairel to wear. Maybe she's been thinking about it for a while. "Y' ain't wearin' dat dress no more. It be too much. Fr'm now on, y're gonna wear dis while y' be 'ere, an' y' be consid'r'd employed, so da room an' board be free. This be y'r 'ome, y' und'rstand me?" She hands Tairel what looks to be a swashbuckler's vest, a black silky top that looks like it's going to be just a little tight up top and it certainly won't cover Tairel's flat belly. Sleeveless, of course. ...Even worse, though... or better, depending on how prudish you are, is the black skirt held out to Tairel. It's about a foot long, but 'flares' out around the hips, so that it just 'barely' hides her sex and that fine ass, and any bending at all would be quite revealing. In short, Tairel could be fucked without ever taking the skirt off or even bunching it up much.

Jasayiah nods. "Well the fact that I've been staying here, definitely makes return visits a wise decision." She definitely does not have the true accent of many of her kind, she actually had a clear enunciation with her words, making them easy to hear. "Just returned from, a salon day, tusks whitened, nails done, and had my hair returned to the braids they belong in. What about you Mr Varrain?"

Tairel takes the vest and skirt from Wyxt's hands and drapes them over the banister, as she reaches to release her robes. "As ya wish Mistress!" She affectionately replies, beginning almost a strip tease. The tiny bikini top drops to the ground, followed by the rest of her robes. Tairel slowly turns around, letting Wyxt get a good look at her firm ass. "Guess I don't need these anymore..." as she drops her silk panties to the ground as well. Naked in the crisp night air, she takes the vest and slips into it, having to pull it down and just barely get her breasts into it. As much as they could, her deep cleavage nearly as visible as if she was naked. Slipping on the skirt, she stands for Wyxt's inspection.

Varrain smiles. "It shows." He grins at her, admiring her looks and her outfit and then shrugs as she asks about him. "This place has been my stopping point for a bit, but for today, I just need to relax, spent most of the day with some of the stuffier druids of the Circle."

Wyxt nods. "Dat's right." Wyxt plucks up the bikini-like top, the panties, and the rest of Tairel's robes, grinning. Tossing the lot over one shoulder, she steps forward, and a hand comes to rest under Tairel's tits, groping. The shirt is tight enough that it doesn't just give out under a bit of play, but still leaves Tairel exposed for all to see. And her other hand, reaching down, finds Tai just as exposed and slutty as the skirt is supposed to make her out to be, hand easily finding Tairel's slit for two fingers to rub teasingly, before Wyxt places her hand on that firm troll ass, pulling Tairel up against her as she purrs. "Let's see how some o' th' folks in th' tavern take t' th' new barmaid eh?"

Jasayiah does her best to hide the look of disgust that would cross her face as he mentions "Circle," taking what remains of her mug of ale and downing it, sliding it to the bartender, who promptly goes to refill it. She never liked Druids, Tauren she never had a problem with, but Druids.... made her stomach curl inside itself. "That's too bad," she says in an attempt to recover from the look. Varrain raises a brow at the look and shrugs some taking a long drink from his juice placing the empty mug back on the counter.."Hmm something tells me that you have a problem with the Cenarian Circle, Miss..I know most of them are a bit..stuffy, and slightly..uptight."

Tairel isn't entirely sure how to respond. As the breeze washes over them, it easily lifts up her skirt, completely exposing her. The cool air against her pussy is welcome and causes the slut to moan softly. She nods in compliance and slowly (as to ensure she's doing the right thing) turns around to go back inside. The moonlight reflecting on her smooth blue ass.

Jasayiah shakes her head. "It's a little more than just their stuffy demeanor." She lets out a slight sigh, and shoves the subject from her mind, not wanting to continue on that path.

Wyxt pinches Tairel's ass as Tai moves to enter the building, and throws a wink to one of the bruisers across the way, who swallows audibly. Wyxt does a double take when she follows Tai into the inn, and 'almost' forgets what she was going to say when she spots Jasayiah at the bar, but clears her throat, a hand coming to rest on her own ample bosom now as she announces to the room. "Ever'hone, I want y' t' meet th' new barmaid, mine an' Sia's personal bitch an' slut, Tairel. She be 'ere t' service y' 'any' way y' please when y' need. I'd appreciate it if'n y' broke 'er in." At that, several patrons that had been looking drowsy and boozed out of their minds look up from the bar, taking in the blue luscious curves, the teasing peek of ass... needless to say, some of Wyxt's Bloodsail crew are in house, too.




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Varrain nods. "Hmm, I see." He doesn't press further, he then looks towards Tairel and Wyxt with a grin as he hears Wyxt's announcement and gives a friendly call back. "Well, careful saying that Wyxt..some of us could wear her out."

Jasa's eyes move to Wyxt as she enters, getting everyone's attention. Turning in her seat to hear what she has to say, a chuckle playing in her throat, and only the thought of "oh that poor girl" as Wyxt opens her up for a free for all.

Tairel feels the eyes of the bar on her, a small drop of sweat dropping to the ground. Not used to the tight fitting top, her posture is more upright and proper than usual, her legs standing close together. She waves to the bar as she looks over the patrons, a part of her excited at the prospect of the "personal bitch an' slut" position.

Wyxt shrugs. "Slopp'h, fresh, as long as she be out 'ere on th' floor, 'er point be service! ...Y' talk t' Jas t'night, though!" She grins at Varrain, since there are already a few customers moving closer to the doorway. A tauren, human, and orc are the quickest to find their way close by, though they sit at the table near the door, sizing up the slut and her mistress from where they sit. The orc is the first to pipe up, clearly one of the Bloodsails, a wink given to Wyxt as he grins. "'ey you slut, get over here and get to suckin'. You got nice lips, I know you be puttin' dem to good use." He chuckles, and the others chuckle as well as he gestures to his pants. Wyxt slaps Tairel's ass lightly, smartly, and grins. "Enjoy darlin'!" And she plops down onto a stool near Jasayiah, throwing her a small wink.

Varrain chuckles at Wyxt and then looks back to Jas. He reaches out and pats her leg slightly seeing how she reacts to it.."It seems like we are about to get a show."

Tairel smiles and, spurred on by the slap on her ass, quickly walks over to the orc. Not looking up at him too much, realizing her place below the rest of them, she drops to her knees and feels the bulge through is pants. Quickly undoing the belt so she can begin serving him, she takes out the stiffening green member. Giving it a long lick from the top down, she tightens her grip around it and licks her lips.

Ralva made her way down from the stairs, giving a slight mutter to herself about random things, giving a slow stretch as she did, hair still wet from her little soak earlier. She spies the little bit of fun going on, giving a smirk to herself as she gets her morning cup of coffee..

Jasayiah looks to Varrain's hand and just chuckles, too interested in everything else going on to bother to stop him, just yet. Her eyes move from Tai to Wyxt as she moves close, taking a seat nearby, and comments, "Better be careful, with this crowd you'll need to hire a new waitress in another two hours."

The orc pirate grins as he slips forward in his chair somewhat, so the thick, plump member in Tairel's hands is fully offered to her, his cock slick with Tairel's saliva now. The tauren, a rugged looking fellow who's no pirate, but frequents the inn for the sights and the booze, happens to be sitting on the other side, and his eyes widen a moment when Tairel bends over to tease that shaft. The sound of his chair hitting the ground draws a scowl from Wyxt, as thick rough hands promptly place themselves on Tairel's ass, massaging and fondling the firm green flesh as the tauren decides to get a closer investigation of what's beneath that short skirt. The human seems content, for the moment, to watch, one hand rubbing his own stiff member now as he grins.

Varrain chuckles at Jas' words to Wyxt and continues to rub his three-fingered hand along the troll's leg as he watches Tairel. He looks towards the human that asks the question and chuckles slightly.."Your in the Lube & Booty, friend."

Wyxt shakes her head at Jasayiah. "Nah, she be fine. She be made o' tough stuff bein' da slut she be, an' she be knowin' 'ow t' get outta trouble when she be too much o' a mess an'way. I got faith in m' pet." She glances to Jasayiah, and winks. "Why, are y' offerin' just in case?"

Ralva chuckles at a questioning human. "The good kind.." She took a sip of her coffee, watching the troll do her work, while licking her lips as well, still waking up, but more then a bit quicker thanks to the coffee. "Never a dull moment around here." Jasayiah smirks at Wyxt and shakes her head. "That's okay, I have a job with all the perks I need already. Plus, I'm more picky with whom I "play" with."

Tairel holds up her booty for the Tauren to play with as her hand gets good and strong around the orc. She puts her lips to the head of the shaft and slowly invites it in, deciding to go slow and strong tonight, her tongue getting straight to work. She can feel the growing tension in the room as she places her free hand on her breast, massaging it. "Mmmmphmmm..." She slowly slides down, beginning to suck.

Varrain gives Jasayiah a look... "And just what do you look for in those that you play with, hmm, Miss?" He grins still rubbing Jasayiah's leg with one hand, glancing to her then back to the show.

Ralva watches Tai, smirking broadly, before watching Varr with a grin. "Always the eager druid, arn't ya Varr?" The orcess chuckles, brushing a hand back through her fiery red hair, leaning back against the bar with a smirk between drinks..

Wyxt shrugs helplessly at Jasayiah and grins. "T' each their own darlin'!" She looks back to Tairel going to work and shrugs helplessly. Seeing the priestess at work has Wyxt hot and bothered herself, but of course, the focus, as far as she is concerned, is Tairel tonight. ...The orc does not seem to care for slow and strong, or even for letting the toy set the pace. His hands weave into her hair, as he stands. "I think we got 'er right where we need 'er." Grunted. The tauren's hands settle around Tairel's bare waist, holding her in place as the thick bull shaft of his own cock begins to rub against the wet lips of her cunt. The orc wants to stuff this bitch's throat, might even get the human to try to work in there too, and immediately he begins to thrust into her mouth when the Tauren is positioned, the tauren likewise thrusting to sandwich the poor troll whore between them.

Jasayiah smirks. "Just another one of those things I prefer to keep a mystery." She says with a grin, sliding her hand around behind herself and grabbing her refilled mug of ale, she drinks some of it as her eyes continue to dance between Wyxt and Tai, Shifting a bit in her chair as she tightens her legs together, getting a bit aroused by what she is watching. Varrain chuckles some and watches Jas as he rubs her leg. He glances towards Tairel and chuckles watching the show the new waitress is giving.

Tairel moans like a true stuffed whore as she loses control over the fuck. As the orc and Tauren fuck her holes, she tightens her lips around the orc's cock and does her best to pleasure him. Although not able to do much, the tauren behind her, his thick bull cock stretching out the poor girl, seemed to only want a wet cunt to fuck. Her tongue does try to wrap around the orc's cock, tasting it.

Ralva smirks at Jas with a chuckle. "She's a damn good one, that Tai.." All she says, blue eyes dancing as she takes in the little orgy surrounding the troll, the perfect thing to wake up to if you ask her. Well, that, or a small pile of money to play with.

Wyxt nods faintly. "Tairel makes a good pet. I be ver'h proud o' 'er." Said with a glance sidelong to Ralva as Wyxt grins. The orc seems to agree. One hand on the back of her head now, he grunts, his thick green cock tense in her wet mouth, feeling her tongue working to taste his cock as he uses her throat, fucks her lips like a pussy. "...Ah yeah... this is a good bitch..." he grunts, balls slapping against Tairel's chin. The tauren does indeed want a wet cunt to fuck. Her skirt flaring against his own hips, his rough hands on her belly, the tauren groans as his thick bull cock begins to work in and out of Tairel's womb, wasting no time.. after all, the point isn't the slut's pleasure, she's here to get fucked till she's beyond done. The point is to use this slut, to get off in her and feel satisfied. So it is that the bucking is fast and rough, lewd sounds of wet fucking in the air as Tairel's barely clad tits would soon be flopping beneath her.

"She definitely puts on a good show." Jasayiah replies as she suddenly notices Ralva there. Her heart rate flutters a bit as she watches the orgy going on, not minding Varrain's touch on her leg, for the moment. Ralva couldn't help the slight sigh that comes out of her lips, part of her wanting to be where Tai was, and another part of her rather glad to watch and take in the show. She lets one hand drift down, resting on her belly lightly as she took another slow sip of her coffee from the mug in the other, smiling rather brightly. "She's definitely somethin ta be treasured.." Varrain nods to Ralva and continues to stroke and rub Jas' leg, the tauren shifting a bit, his robe not doing that good of a job of hiding that bulge of his as he watches the show being put on by Tairel.

Tairel struggles to breath as she's impaled by the two rods. She doesn't have much of a gag reflex anymore but even without that, the orc's cock that couldn't have been less than 14" was nearly too much for her. A small tear runs down from her eye as her pussy is forced open, her pussy lips tight like her mouth lips, the Tauren penetrating her womb. She'd beg and moan for cum but can't make a single sound. Tairel reaches up with one hand and fingers the orc's balls, massaging them as she closes her eyes and just gives in to the fuck.

The orc is indeed fairly well-endowed. Being part of Wyxt's handpicked crew, too, he has some real stamina to him, grunting and hunching over Tairel's face as he gives her a good run for her money. "Can't go easy on the slut..." Muttered. Her willingness, though, the fingering of his balls, is promising, and draws a deep, surprised moan from the orc and the faintest bit of irregularity in his thrusts between those lovely blue lips as pre-cum leaks into Tairel's throat and mouth. The tauren, on the other hand, while he has the girth, is 'not' quite so experienced. With that tight troll pussy clenched around his length, the tauren is in bliss, his breath hot on her back as he pounds away again and again into her tight snatch. The whore feels good and hot around him, and the tauren already can feel his orgasm rising, the need to cum in this hot troll bitch overriding any urges to hold out.

Jasa's eyes grow larger as she continues to watch, almost mesmerized by it all now. Taking another sip of her ale, her own body getting a bit flushed at the sight. Ralva makes a little note in her head to meet the orc sometime in the future, when he's not..occupied, with such delicious duties. Her tongue slid over her lips and her short tusks, grinning to herself, fighting back the growing heat between her legs at the morning romp..

Varrain slides his three-fingered hand to Jas' thigh and begins to rub there as he watches her, and then looks towards Tairel's show and grins..."Quiet a nice showing, Wyxt. I'm sure she will bring in more customers."

Tairel feels her juice dripping to the floor out of her tight snatch, being pushed out as the bull cock rams into her deep and hard. Tairel is almost locked into her position now, the two poles keeping her firmly in place, her only options to suck harder and harder and gasp for air. Her eyes have the look of a whore in heat as she looks straight ahead, her vision unfocused, wanting to cum herself.

Wyxt glances Varrain's way, and nods, smiling. She's still tired though... probably the reason she was in such a foul mood earlier. And the hour's getting up there. Wyxt debates taking Tairel back to the ship, or letting Tairel continue to service in her absence, and she bites her lower lip, tapping one tusk as she considers her options. Her name being thrown around, though, convinces her that either its' time to run to the boat, or at least time to pay more attention to her surroundings. "...Aye, that 'e be meanin'. What's it t' ya?" replying to a human asking about her name.

Jasayiah bites her lower lip she contemplates what to do. The heat beginning to grow between her legs being a bit of a surprise to her, as she had never really been part of voyeurism before.

The orc doesn't have much more to say... as much as he might like talking dirty to the women he fucks, Tairel's given into the sucking and fucking a little quicker than even he expected, and he's quite focused on just holding out, even trying to slow his thrusts against her glossy blue lips just a little. ...Unfortunately, the tauren is having none of that, bucking his wide furry hips hard against Tairel's firm, full ass, driving his cock into her wet cunt again and again as he hunches over her. "...By the Earthmother!" Tairel's cunt would be flooded with that thick tauren seeded as he pounds into her wet, hungry cunt, in turn driving her forward, somewhat forcefully, down the orc's shaft again and again.

Ralva shuddered up along her spine, feeling the tauren's bellow as much as hearing it, making her writhe a bit where she stood, fingers curling against the emerald flesh of her belly, just over the top of that short skirt she threw on to be modest at least..

Varrain pats Jas' thigh and stands stretching some.."Well Mystery woman, perhaps we could have some fun another time, the meeting drained me more than I realized." He nods to Ralva and winks to Wyxt and moves towards his room, yawning slightly.

Tairel now with her pussy overflowing with cum is determined to get the orc off. Reaching up with two hands she takes hold and her well trained tongue squeezes that cum out. Able to nearly wrap around, her tongue coupled with her lips suck harder and harder against the orc. She's being rocked and fucked in two directions now, as the Tauren finishes up in her, but the pleasure invading her mind is too much and most of the tavern becomes one wet, blurry mess to the slut as she sucks and fucks.

Wyxt peers down at the human, the request somewhat distracting at the height of the orgy. "Ah... mate, y' come back t'morrah an' I'll see what y' can do f'r me. I ain't 'xactl'h int'rviewin' jus' dis second. Get y'self a room 'ere ya?" Wyxt grins, peering at her orc crew mate, as he gasps in surprised. "Fuckin' slut cheats!" Both hands on either side of her head now, the orc can't even begin to escape that intense suction, and silently he makes a note to mug the tauren later, as he'd intended to last longer. That note is lost, though, when he gives a low, guttural groan that sends shivers through even Wyxt's spine, thick strings of hot, orcish seed coating Tairel's slutty throat as hips rut against Tairel's face. Wyxt waves idly to the orc. "When y' be done ov'r there, pick Toy Tai up f'r me. We're goin' back t' th' boat f'r a while. I want t' mess wit' 'er some m'self." Wyxt smirks, arms crossing under her own ample chest. The tauren, when he's finished rutting into Tairel's wet cunt, slaps her ass once, then pulls out. ...He doesn't bother to do up his pants, but he 'does' reach into a pocket, and toss a gold at Tairel's feet.

Jasayiah waves to the departing tauren. "Goodbye Mr. Varrain," she says as he gets up and leaves, her eyes still transfixed on the mass of sex. Unable to truly hold back any longer she uncrosses her legs and presses her hand against her pelvis. Her skirt riding up to mid thigh as her legs open a bit.

Ralva chuckles to herself, giving a smirk as she sets her mug of coffee down onto the bar once it was empty. "Lucky cap'n.." All she would say in idle comment as she watched the orc finally erupt like a cannon in her mouth, eyes glimmering in the light of the inn..

Tairel feels the hot seed fill her stomach and continue to drip out of her. The slut's been fucked so hard that Wyxt's voice is just another blur around her. As the Tauren releases her, she drops even more so onto the floor. The orc's cock still stuffing her, she sits on her knees in a highly pleasured state, still sucking slightly, drinking his cum.

Wyxt nods to the human, peering at Tairel looking like a slutty mess, still sucking on the orc's salty cock as he grins wickedly down at her. Still hard despite cumming in Tairel's throat, the orc puts a hand over her head... then hears Wyxt's words, and decides that more oral pleasuring will have to wait a short while. "You da boss." He chuckles at Wyxt's scowl. He would pluck Tairel up, to drape the messy whore over his shoulder as he heads for the door, and Wyxt would slip off her stool, to pluck up that gold coin off the floor and slip it into the till behind the bar, before quickly moving to follow with an idle wave and a grin to the room.

Ralva grinned and returned that wave, smirking broadly. "Have fun, cap'n!" All she says before sinking back against the bar, licking her lips slowly, glancing over to Jas with a chuckle of her own..



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 04



Wyxt leans against the stairs, massive, silk-clad breasts hanging over the edge of the staircase, one elbow on the banister and her chin in hand as she peers at the room down below from the faint shadow of that dragon snout helm. Peering at Varrain, and then Throk fondly, Wyxt speaks up to the three men in the bar, the gnoll included. "I owe th' lot o' ye f'r that show this mornin', don't I?" Well, maybe not Varrain, but how could she refuse to tease the tauren who'd treated her and her wife so well? Of course, Wyxt is in her favorite outfit, crimson silk vest showing off most of her cleavage (and the bare edges of dark purple tattoo cupping her tits), and that fiery red thong she favors.

Cavhoagh turns in his seat as he picks up his drink, the tall gnoll glancing at Tatayana, especially her legs... before straightening up "oh.. the talented troll lady..." he muses ".. I suppose a little.. ehm.. show won't that wrong..."

Varrain nods to Tatayana with a smile.."I am doing well this evening and yourself, Tatayana?" He looks over to Wyxt and offers her a grin, letting his eyes roam her form..."Hmm ,what show would that be, Wyxt, seems I may have missed something."

Throk cackles as he recalls the two trolls and their non too subtle performance. "Wyxt lady likes bananas is all me gonna say." He leans back in his chair and takes a swig, eyeballing Wyxt's outfit.

Tatayana smiles as always; she was good even if she was not doing well.. " evening Wyxt.. I am well Var thank you.. show what show hmm??"

Cavhoagh gives the large tauren a grin "..you'll see, my horned friend.. and you'll like you." he extends a long fingered, clawed hand "...Cavhoagh Cloudrunner." he says to his bar neighbor.

Wyxt winks at Varrain. "Teasin' th' poor boys wit' showin' 'em what I could do wit' a banana. But got dragged off t' m' room." Wyxt purrs lightly from her place above the rest of the room, legs crossed under her, leaning against the apparently strong support of the banister. She licks her lips lightly, then purses them, as she glances to the new face, Tiergan. Then... "G'mornin', Tats." Of course, it's night time, but she just go up, so it's all the same to her.

Varrain glances over at the gnoll and raises a brow, most gnolls he knew was trying to gnaw on him. He reaches over and shakes the offered hand.."Varrain Splithoof." He then looks back towards Wyxt and keeps eying her and the revealing outfit she is in. "Ah I see" He chuckles deeply and glances to Brenka with a chuckle.."Sorry got distracted, some moonberry juice would be nice, when you get the time Brenka"

Tatayana just chuckles and shakes her head sipping her rum.. not really thinking much of Wyxt's teasing the guys but well some ones got to have some fun here.

Brenka nods, hustling back behind the bar to pour some fresh drinks for Tiergan and Varrain, smiling up to Wyxt. "How bout yerself, Miz Wyxt, bottle o' the usual?"

Throk empties his mug and throws it on the table. He slides his boot knife out and starts spinning it on the table to amuse himself. "Nice dwarf lady, me need rum!" He cackles as the knife spins off the table and sticks in the sand floor. "Don't forget bout da free drinks neither."

Wyxt slips off the banister, then. With a faint wobble and a moment to steady herself, and a single glance over her shoulder back to Sia's room, Wyxt shakes her head faintly, and makes her way down the stairs, one hand on her breasts to keep them from bouncing out of her top. "Th' usual, hah. I got somethin' thick'r 'n mind t'night, I think. Maybe grab me a bottle f'r aft'rwards." Wyxt hops down the last two steps of the stairs, and moves to a chair near the bar. She leans against it, though, on one elbow, and peers from Throk, to Varrain, to the crazy old gnoll from earlier, and lips curl in a faint smile. "Y' know, if y' want a sample, I ain't against revealin' some o' m' secrets." Tiergan clips open a pouch on his belt, withdrawing a couple coins as he waits.

Brenka beams and nods. "Oh, aye, drinks is on Mister Throk tonight, folks, ye can thank him fer the poundin' headaches ye get tomorrow mornin!"

Varrain grins at Wyxt and sips his juice, eying her more and he gets up moving to sit closer to the troll lady.."Hmm, well why don't you reveal some then" He chuckles and grins.."And I'm sure everyone in here would like to help you get your..thicker drink" He winks at Wyxt again, and sips his moonberry juice slowly.

Sia comes down the steps to the common room, hips swaying with each step, her full, swollen breasts pressing against the tight confines of her top as they jiggle slightly with every step. She yawns a moment, looking around the common room and giving everyone present light smiles. Her red gaze settles on her beloved at last and without further waiting, she walks towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning forward to kiss her lightly. "Sorry I'm late..." she mumbles and smiles slightly.

Brenka bounces back over to Tiergan's table, sliding the mug of stout to him with a flourish before she heads over with Throk's rum. "Drink up, lads!" She gives her boss a wave. "Oi, Miz Sia, wot can I get ye?"

Sia looks over to Brenka with a light smile. "Mug o rum if ya will lass."

Wyxt winks at Varrain. "First in line, eh Varr darlin'?" Wyxt is distracted a moment, when Sia abruptly leans against her, and her cheeks flush immediately as she returns the kiss. "S'alright darlin', thought y' were tired, was gonna let y' sleep." She pulls her into a half-hug, breasts pressing against Sia's own as she purrs. "Was goin' t' pay back th' poor men f'r th' awful teasin' I did this mornin'. Been feelin' terrible 'bout it." Wyxt grins, clearly not feeling terrible at all.

Tiergan giving a weary smile to Brenka as he nods, "Thank ya lass." He takes a deep drink of the stout, washing out the cobwebs left over from his nap.

Cavhoagh stuffs his pipe and lights it with a grin, looking up at Varrain and then to Wyxt, as the gnollish shaman removes his cape, folding it up and putting it on the counter... he doesn't say anything, but grins, adjusting his armor slightly.

Brenka pours Sia a mug of rum and slides it to her with a smile, setting it nearby while she embraces Wyxt.

Varrain grins at Wyxt and Sia nodding to the green troll and eyes both before he answers Wyxt..."Well can you blame me Wyxt, I'm surprise riots don't break out when you offer to..share some secrets with everyone" He gives a deep chuckle.

Sia chuckles lightly, hugging Wyxt against her tightly and inclines her head, looking down to her for a moment, then around the room once more, then back. "Well...can't have ya feelin terrible...what kinda wife would I be if I did, mh?" she murmurs and grins lightly, pinching one of Wyxt's nipples lightly through the fabric of her clothing while shortly leaning back in the embrace before again leaning down and kissing her beloved tenderly. She then looks over to tat, giving her a soft wink and a smile. "Heya Tats...hows everything goin sweets?" she asks while nodding a thanks to Brenka and picking up the mug, sipping from it.

Tiergan adjusting the brim on his hat, pulling it down a little more as he looks around, finally taking in everything now that he's a bit more alert.

Throk grabs his rum and stalks over to Wyxt's table, sliding a chair back and plunking down. "Me not have fun with you for a long time, Wyxt lady. How you pay me back, hmm?" He chugs his rum and stares at both sets of troll tits pushed together. He leans back in his chair easily.

Tatayana shrugs.." Ah, you know me its sweet and fine as rain.. nothings bad .."

Wyxt winks at Varrain, then looks back to Sia, and frowns a bit. "Terrible? Sia darlin', sometimes y' need rest, sometimes i do. 'ow'm I gonna 'old that against y'?" She boggles, though that confused look is dispelled when her nipples are pinched. Then.. Wyxt smiles. "Why don't the three o' ya come sit at m' table? I feel like ent'rtainin' t'night b'fre I gotta go tend t' m' crew." She winks at Cavhoagh in particular, who hasn't come closer yet. "Throk, y' know 'ow I can pay y' back darlin'. I owe y' big wit' th' teasin' and leavin' wit'out tellin' ya, don't I? Wouldn't mind a good stuffin' right now..." Wyxt murmurs, and glances to Sia with a sly wink. "Y' don't mind if y'r slut wife makes a mess do ya?"

Sia chuckles and sips again from her rum, licking her lips afterwards. "S long 's my slutty wife comes back ta me ta clean the mess I will create by watchin' ya..." she winks, playfully, her eyes glittering as she leans down to kiss the half-trolless tenderly on the lips for a moment before retreating.

Tatayana listens to whats going on and chuckles.. knowing Wy this would be interesting..she looks at Sia.." You're always making a mess some how..'

Cavhoagh finishes his drink without any signs of hurry, knocks his pipe clean against the counter and puts it in his pocket before he gets up... walking towards what seems to be a promising evening, the distinguished looking gnoll, looking his chops and returning Wyxt's wink, a wolfish grin curling his lips

Throk grins wickedly at Wyxt. "That what me like to hear." He stands up and looms over Wyxt, grabbing one of her barely covered tits, and squeezing the fat nipple sticking out beneath the fabric. He leers as he massages her chest and looks lustily at her glossy lips. "How you wanna do this, slut?"

Varrain grins at the two lovely trolls, even as Wyxt invites the other two closer, he scoots over closer to Wyxt, reaching to cup her other breast and chuckles as he hears Throk.

Wyxt bumps that dragon-head helmet against Sia's forehead lightly in her usual affectionate gesture, grinning at the green trolless, before she licks her lips and turns to the table. Both hands come to rest on the table as she leans forward, massive tits almost completely on display from the way she's leaning and her curvy, full ass somewhat thrust into the air behind her as she bends one knee slightly and dark red eyes peer slyly at the men at her table. "Lessee now. Throk, I owe y' th' most f'r m' absence..." She shivers as he begins to play with her heavy tits, closing her eyes. "So I'mma get y' good an' ready first." Then, glancing to the other two, Wyxt winks. "Don't worr'h, I'll get th' three o' ya good an' read'h soon too. Y' can all stay seated though, f'r th' moment."

Cavhoagh pulls out a chair and drapes his cloak over the back of it, sitting down in it and leans back.. a grin still playing over his lips.. and ignoring the indignantly rattling staff he left over by the bar

Throk laughs softly to himself as he undoes the top of his pants and frees his orc cock, almost fully hard already from just thinking about Wyxt's skilled mouth caressing him. His pants slide to his ankles as he sits back down, idly stroking his shaft.

Wyxt licks her lips, hungry and unable to help herself as she purrs. To save a little time later, she wriggles out of the silk top now, with quite a bit of jiggling effort, mind you, to pull the red fabric up and over her head so that glossy blue breast flesh can flop free, dark purple nipples highlighted by the firelight. That done, she purrs, and drops to her knees, crawling under the table. Shuffling on her knees, she first eyes Throk's stroked shaft, hungry to get to it, but knowing that first, some pants need to be lost. So she shifts over to Varrain, hands coming up to the edges of his pants to remove them. One hand quickly undoes the few buttons that would keep them up, with a slut's expert touch, before she pulls back, taking his pants with her as she retreats under the table. Last, of course, is Cavhoagh, the half-troll's hands quick to repeat the process with him after taking a moment to rub one hand against his shaft through his pants, curious as to just how gnoll cock feels. Vaguely, she wonders if he has a knot, too.

Sia chuckles and moves back towards the bar, sitting down there slowly while sipping from her rum, then setting the mug down on the bar top and licking her lips slowly. Her red gaze is fixed on her beloved slut wife as she is having her fun. Her eyes glitter faintly in the light of the tavern, her free hand resting on her ample breasts. Briefly, she considers simply joining in, but she discards the idea, for the time being much more interested in seeing her beloved little slut be taken by those three...or her taking them as it were.

Cavhoagh spreads his legs apart slightly, growling softly as Wyxt feels his aroused shaft through his leather pants, looking down at her as she sits on her knees in front of them... a nice view in itself.

Throk glares lustily at Wyxt as she shuffles around under the table like the bitch in heat she is. Throk's muscled hand strokes slowly up and down, pre-cum beading on his cock head as he kicks his leather pants out of the way and spreads his legs wide, full balls waiting to empty into Wyxt any way they could. He cackles softly in anticipation.

Varrain gives a grunt as Wyxt deftly removes his leggings, revealing that thick ebony bull cock that is already standing semi-erect from watching Wyxt strip and the thought of the fun about to happen, he leans back waiting to see just what Wyxt's does next, stroking his ebony shaft slowly.

Cavhoagh licks his lips as Wyxt pulls his leather pants off... baring a pair of very powerful digit grade legs and a glistening shaft, completely emerged from it's sheath... it doesn't have an actual knot, but a widening towards the base and a much more flared head than canines... he keeps his hands on his thighs, chewing on his lip

Wyxt wouldn't mind being fucked raw by the three of them, would love it, but she wouldn't mind getting them all to cum down her throat too much, either. When the smell of pre-cum fills the air, Wyxt is quick to move back to Throk, licking her lips, milky tits swaying beneath her as she crawls under the table like a hungry bitch on all fours, ass high in the air for onlookers to see. She doesn't use her hands at all, except to sit up, lashing the head of Throk's cock with a full, rough stroke of her tongue to lick up that pre-cum. She leans forward, and curls her tongue tight against his shaft, kissing the shaft lightly as she purses her lips and sucks, sealing her tongue tight against his cock as she begins to bathe him in warm saliva with those rough strokes, getting Throk good and wet while cleaning up that pre-cum.

Tatayana leans on Sia sitting there with her watching Wyxt torment the three males.. she looks at Sia and chuckles a bit... and she sips her rum.. watching the show...

Tiergan works a couple moments at cleaning out his pipe, as he watches the going-ons around the room, filling his pipe again, and lighting it. Draws a few quick puffs, then takes a drink from his tankard.

Wyxt of course does not leave the other two males idle in the least. She places a hand on Varrain's shaft, her hands warm and surprisingly soft for a troll that shoots bows all day... but her grip firm, too. Gripping that thick, ebony cock in hand, Wyxt purrs, sending vibrations through Throk's already rather rigid shaft, as she curls four fingers around that hot, throbbing meat, her thumb pressing against the base of his shaft to keep him steady and pointed upright as she begins to pump that hot length... the throbbing feeling in her hand making her want to start switching off and bobbing on cock already.. but she forces herself to be a little more patient. Her other hand finds Cavhoagh's shaft, fingers first gliding over the widened base of his cock, then the flared head, teasing, stroking, and exploring, before she curls her fingers around his shaft and begins to pump him, too, her thumb pressing against that sensitive head of his shaft, and her pinky curled around that sensitive, widened base, as she begins to pump his cock, favoring the more sensitive ridges with her fingers.

Throk grunts in pleasure as Wyxt begins slathering up and down his shaft, his cock pulsing in response to her tongue. Bending over slightly and reaching under Wyxt, he grabs a handful of firm soft tit flesh and tugs on her large purple nipple. Removing her helm, he runs his other hand through her hair and pushes down slightly, urging her to bury him in her throat.

Varrain grunts as Wyxt begins to stroke his cock, it hardening fully rather quickly. He looks down at her under the table, watching her sucking the orc's cock and he grins. He glances to the other two guys and then he reaches under the table to grab one of Wyxt's tits, squeezing it as she strokes and sucks cocks.

Cavhoagh licks his lips... exchanging a glance with Varrain.. before leaning his head back and sounding a soft growl.. the smooth, wet shaft hardening and growing further in Wyxt's skillful hand.. sounding a surprised yip as she presses her thumb against the tip of his cock, jumping slightly, his tail thumping against the back of the chair in a staccato rhythm.

Sia peers at Tat leaning on her, smiling as she slips an arm around the human girl and strokes her shoulder and side gently up and down, then up to her hair, entangling her fingers in the red strands quietly, as her gaze returns to her wife busily working on the three males. She grins lightly, licking her lips happily at seeing the slut doing what she does so well.

Wyxt pulls back, though. In fact, she ducks away when he moves to pull away the helm, which she's rarely seen without these days. Her tits being molested, herself dripping wet between the legs and panting a bit already, she peers up at Throk from the darkness, and winks. "Don't worr'h, y' get t' fuck m' throat soon as y're all good an' wet." She blows him a kiss, then disappears, turning to face Varrain's cock now. Wanting to do something different each time around, she guides his cock into her mouth, dark blue glossy lips pursing around his throbbing shaft as tusks lightly guide that thick, long bull cock into the depths of her warm mouth. She doesn't take him into her throat, but rather, lets the head of his cock bump the back of her throat, as her tongue arches and strokes his length vigorously, lips pursing tight around his cock as her cheeks pull in and she begins to bob on his shaft lightly.

Wyxt shifts her hand to Throk's gleaming green wet shaft, closing her eyes as she feels him out, and begins to stroke his cock. This time, her hand is a fist, pumping him vigorously almost as though she's trying to get him off with her hand, though in truth she's purposefully working Throk into a frenzy for her next time around.. assuming the men can remain seated a little longer before they outright fuck her. Cav's hardening shaft lengthens in her hands, and Wyxt's fingers spread to follow the growth of that thick cock head and the widened base of his cock. Not gripping quite as tightly, but spread over nearly his entire length, stroking him as she bobs on Varrain's cock.

Brenka makes the rounds, checking on Tiergan's mug with a nod and a wry grin, making sure Miz Sia and Tats are both topped off.

Throk looks a bit disappointed when she pops off of his cock head, but her husky words seem to satisfy him for now, and when she starts pumping his shaft vigorously, he doesn't mind one bit. Her hand is a slippery blur up and down his throbbing cock. Grunting, he leans back and savors the feeling as it washes over him and waits for his chance to fuck her throat like he loves to do.

Varrain closes his eyes to grunt a bit as Wyxt's mouth engulfs the head of his ebony cock. He lets go of her tit so the gnoll and orc can fondle them as he bends over slightly to grab that nice ass and squeezes it. He pushes his hips very slightly to Wyxt's bobbing mouth. He lets out a low groan opening his eyes to watch Wyxt working his cock.

Sia looks to Brenka and nods lightly, then winks. "Come on, sit with us and enjoy..." she murmurs and pats the chair beside her.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 04



Cavhoagh just murrrs softly as he looks down at her with his odd-colored eyes half-closed and a silly grin on his face... looking at the others he bites his lower lip and reaches out with a long arm to feel Wyxt's plentiful bosom... oh how they had teased him since he first saw them.. but now..

Tiergan takes another swig from his tankard... then mutters as he hears some clicking, pulling out a small contraption and checks it a moment, then disappears upstairs.

Brenka nods and smiles, plunking her solid frame onto the chair and watching the foursome unfold, licking her lips a little. She glances over as Tiergan heads upstairs abruptly, giving a small shrug.

Wyxt peers up at Varrain, and winks at him, looking every bit the slut that she is, as he fondles her ass, drawing a vibrating moan from her as she strokes and sucks on the length of that thick black bull cock. Of course, though, she doesn't stay for too long, sinking her lips down to the base of his shaft so that his cock fills her throat one or two times a moment as she swallows down pre-cum, then pulls off of that shaft, cheeks sucking in hard on her way up like a vacuum as she pulls off of his with an audible plop. She licks his cock a moment, then turns the waiting Cavhoagh. So far, she knows what order she wants to do this in, and she vaguely wonders when someone's just going to move the table out of the way and get to it. Since Throk is going to be fucking her throat, she does something different this time. The slut licks her lips, and leans forward to stroke his shaft with her tongue as she releases it from her hand. ...Only twice though, before she grabs both of those milky tits in her hands and wraps them around his shaft. 

Wyxt fully encloses Cav in that somewhat firm, gleaming blue tit flesh, his slightly knobby shaft disappearing into her cleavage, before she places his hands on her tits. "Fuck m' tits, would ya? Ain't no one fuck 'em proper since I got 'ere." She grins up at him, even as her hands would move back to Varrain's and Throk's shafts. She leans forward, to swirl her tongue around the exposed head of Cavhoagh's shaft, as she purrs, now loosely stroking Varrain's cock so she can pump the entire shaft instead of just one portion, having that long bull cock like he does. Throk would find her hand a blue blur on his green cock, but she gives him a break a moment to play with his balls.

Tatayana sits there... and whispers "She is talented; I don't think I could do that..." she laughs softly as she sits with Sia. "Yes Bre come sit with us, appreciate the show" she chuckles some.

Sia smiles and extends her other arm to slip around the dwarven lasses shoulders, her hand resting on the dark iron girls large breast. She grins lightly and pinches that nipple through the clothing playfully. "Yer gettin wet yet lass?" she said, whispering throatily, peering down to the lass for a moment before looking back to her wife now being tit-fucked. She licks her lips slowly, feeling herself growing more and more aroused as she watches the foursome unfold and get wilder.

Throk is bored with waiting. He lifts the table, drinks and all, and chucks it none too gently behind him, being sure not to hit Wyxt. With her attentions elsewhere, her full firm ass just bobs there, begging for attention. Kneeling quickly behind her, he jabs his now moistened cock into her dripping sex, roughly digging into her and feeling her slick insides against his pulsing shaft. Grabbing her ass, he drives in until hips meet and begins slamming into her cunt. 

Tiergan wanders back down the steps, carrying his pack and ax, setting the pack next to his chair and leaning the ax against the table, as he settles down once again.

Varrain ducks the flung table with a chuckle and just enjoys the stroking his cock is getting. He watches the orc begin fucking Wyxt and grins some, moving his chair a bit, without sliding his cock from Wyxt's hand, but still moving a bit closer so she can titfuck the gnoll and stroke his ebony cock while she is fucked like the hot slut she is.

Cavhoagh grunts softly as Wyxt wraps his shaft in delicious, firm troll flesh... he pants out "..as you wish, my blue madam.." with some trouble, as he starts fucking her pushed together tits, groaning softly.. pre-cum leaking from his thrusting cock, over Wyxt's skillfully swirling tongue... panting loudly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, one hand creeps up to her shoulder, why the other grasps the chair for support, using his strong legs to drive his meat up her generous cleavage.

Wyxt absolutely loves it. Suddenly no longer covered in the darkness of the table's shadow, and hearing alcohol and glasses crashing to the floor below, Wyxt knows she's teased poor, impatient Throk too long and fully expects it when she fulls her wet, dripping cunt exposed and suddenly full of his thick, throbbing cock. Moaning with pleasure at the fast pace Throk immediately gets into, causing her tits to flop somewhat around Cavhoagh's own shaft. Her hand on Varrain's cock guides him closer, a prompt reminder that she can suck him while getting her tits and cunt fucked as she leans to the side somewhat to run her tongue over the length of his cock. Moaning huskily, breath hot on his shaft, Wyxt speaks up... "Mmm... Varrain, stuff this cock suckin' slut's throat wit' y'r meat an' 'elp 'er keep quiet..." When Varrain gets his meat into her mouth, her hands would move back to her tits, to the purple tattooing there. (more)

Brenka cozies up to Sia, her nipple firming up easily under the Troll's fingers. She gives a little snicker. "Lemme check.." she teases, slipping a hand under her loincloth for a few long moments. "Aye, I am now!" As the table flips over with a crash, she barely suppresses a cringe, eying the toppled furniture and scattered mugs mournfully.

Wyxt pushes those heavy, milky breasts together, wincing a bit, around Cavhoagh's shaft, heavy breasts delightfully tight around his pulsing, thrusting shaft, and curves of her breasts rounded just right to rub at the widened base and head of his cock as he fucks her milky teats,too. Her cunt, dripping wet, thong pulled aside for the crazed thrusts of Throk, is somewhat loose, her being a slut after all, but muscles latch onto that thrusting cock, tight, as he fucks into her warm depths. Varrain knows, though, that Wyxt likes her mouth fucked, not just to suck on cock.

Brenka mutters "I'd best take care o' that before someone trips and busts a leg.."

Tatayana is comfy just leaning to her friend as she watches.. she chuckles at Bre.. and moves out of the flinging tables trajectory... she watches Wyxt and the other three having a blissful time.. she thinks back a bit on k'halfani and her self but says nothing...she looks at Sia and whispers "You have a wonderful wife.." she smiles.

Throk laughs as Wyxt starts putting cock where ever she can fit it. "You good little troll bitch, ah? Ha ha ha ha!" That lovely ass bounces firmly against his strong thighs as her pussy massages his pistoning cock. Spreading her cheeks, he rubs her sensitive pucker with his thumb a few times before plunging it into her bowels, stimulating her from both holes. He cackles in animal lust as his crotch starts becoming messing with their combined juices.

Varrain chuckles and hooks an hand behind Wyxt's helm as she begins to suck on his cock and licks his lips.."Gladly." He grins and begins to thrust into her mouth, fucking it and her throat deeply, his thrusts making his heavy tauren balls smack against her chin with soft lewd sounds. "Thats it you cock hungry little slut, show us why all the men can't wait to have you."

Sia chuckles and her hand idly begins to play with the dwarf girls breast and nipple, pinching it from time to time, twirling it between her fingers. Her other hand continues to stroke Tatayana's side gently while her eyes continue to enjoy the feast before them. She tries to keep Brenka in place though, whispering. "No hurry..." with a wink. Then, a bit louder, she speaks. "Come on ya three...ya can fuck my wife a little rougher...ya know she likes it dat way." Another wink is directed to Tat and her statement answered with a light, happy nod.

Cavhoagh pants heavily as he looks down at his nearly painfully hard cock plowing Wyxt's plentiful bosom.. rubbing him in all the right ways.. forcing him to release a ragged gasp of pleasure.. as well as to pace himself slightly.. looking at Varrain stuff Wyxt's throat full with beef, growling softly "...Gods... I could die right here.." he laughs, grinning, with his tongue hanging out his mouth "...between these two very talented orbs.."

Wyxt winces as her back arches as best it can while her tits are getting fucked, her ass high in the air for the crazed pounding of Throk into her needy cunt, especially when that finger presses into her ass, and Throk would find that, for a change, Wyxt is actually just a little loose there and could use another finger or two. Groaning, her tongue curls air-tight against the base of Varrain's cock, as he fucks her mouth like he fucks pussy, her tongue roughly stroking the base of his shaft as she closes her eyes and swallows around the length of that black bull-cock. Balls slapping her chin, being rocked back and forth as she is, Wyxt barely even needs to move her hands to stroke Cavhoagh's shaft with her huge tits, considering the flopping and bouncing they're already doing around his shaft. Still.... 

Brenka glances up to Sia and nods, not really keen on getting up anyway, not with her boss's hand squeezing and playing with her heavy breast. "Aye, I'll set things right later." she muses, her deep gray nip firming up hard as a pebble and her thighs pressed snugly together. "Mm.."

Wyxt does her best to provide the best quality possible. Even with her throat stuffed full of thrusting cock, her lips pursed tight around the base of Varrain's shaft and suckling her way up his length, and even with Throk plowing into her suddenly unbearably tight, wet cunt, the troll woman feeling herself fast on the way to orgasm being fucked like she is, she still manages to control her breasts, milk pooling in Cavhoagh's lap now, as she meets his thrusts with her massaging breasts, tits almost in pain from how he bucks up into them, but the troll having begged for it uses it to help her steady the flopping of her breasts, letting the rocking of her body and the push of bucking thighs do most of her fucking for her.

Sia grins lightly and continues her plays with Brenka's tit. Dexterous fingers massage it deftly, tweaking that hard nipple before she allows her fingers to move under the clothing and go directly for the skin to further stimulate the dwarven girl. She herself feels her thong being drenched by now from seeing her wife fucked like that. She bites her lips, moaning softly while her other hand strokes Tat's sides almost tenderly, leaning back on her chair, her back arched slightly so her large breasts press against the confines of her top almost painfully.

Throk grunts heavily in lust as sloppily pounds Wyxt's sex with complete disregard, using her luscious booty as a handle to force himself deeper. The finger exploring her ass does feel a bit lonely, and he makes a spear point with all four fingers to stuff into her ass. Now that he's got some resistance, he wiggles inside her bowels and continues to thrust fiercely into her, swollen balls slapping near her clit and tensing slightly, signs of impending release.

Cavhoagh looks slightly surprised... suddenly noticing that he's getting wet and looks down, realizing that milk from Wyxt's large breasts is soaking into his furry thighs... as he pumps his sweetly tortured shaft between the troll's tits, softly throbbing... and wipes some of the trickling milk up with his finger, stroking it with his wide tongue.

Varrain looks down at Wyxt, grunting deeply as he fucks her mouth and throat. His hands behind her head helping her to suck him. He glances to the other two guys as they all three use Wyxt and he chuckles, glancing about nodding to Sia and those watching hoping they are enjoying the show of him and the other two using Wyxt like the hot and hungry slut she is.

Brenka wiggles in her chair, letting out a breathy moan as Sia gives her stiff nipple a tweak, pushing one of the Dark Iron slut's hot buttons. She gives a little laugh right after, unbuckling the leather harness and slipping it over her head before the just-repaired straps get snapped again. Her ample chest jiggles in all the right places, her breathing picking up a notch.

Wyxt grunts faintly around Varrain's shaft. As Throk, still such an abusive, foul orc, thrusts four fingers fully into her ass, Wyxt's back arches just that little bit more, both to accommodate those spearing fingers, and to push her ass back, rather roughly, against his hands, hips making a lewd wet noise as they meet. Feeling the head of his shaft peeking into her womb, Wyxt does nothing to hold off her own orgasm, pussy clenching and relaxing, milking his cock shaft now, as her own fluids run down her legs, the horny slut bucking on and off his thrusting cock and fingers as she rights through her orgasm. The cock in her throat is reflexively swallowed around, her throat tight as a glove now, as she winces, milk dribbling freely now. 

Wyxt curls her tongue, arching it so that it rubs hard against Varrain's shaft, roughly enough to push his shaft up, just a bit, and sink him that little bit deeper into her throat. Lips purse tight around his shaft, almost a faint purple, as she forces herself to stop breathing, to take that deep throat fucking with no reservations. Wyxt can't hold on, and her hands fall away from her breasts to rest on the chair beside Cav as she tries to support herself for that bucking hot cock in her pussy... but Cavhoagh would find that even with a little pressure relieved around his shaft, with the curve of his thighs to guide them, Wyxt's tits flop up and down around his shaft, weight keeping them rather firm around his cock, as the slut leans against him somewhat, trembling from her own orgasm and hot between them.

Sia grins playfully, noting the dwarven girl undoing her top, she tweaks and twists her nipple a bit more before her hand reaches a bit more about her and pulls the dwarven lass towards her, half onto her, closer to her thrust out breasts. Her nipples show clearly through the fabric of the thin top, which does next to nothing to hide her large, swollen breasts, plus, the area around her nipples is already rather moist from the leaking of dribbling milk. She moans softly leaning her head back a bit more, half closing her eyes though she does not take the gaze away from the show that is being delivered.

Brenka squeaks a little as Miz Sia tugs her close, her nostrils twitching at the smell of arousal and the damp milk seeping through the thin material. The gray-skinned barmaid licks her lips a moment, her breathing getting more rapid, then gingerly slides the flat of her tongue over the Troll nipple nearest her head, glancing up with lifted eyebrows.

Throk grunts in surprise as Wyxt's spasming pussy washes over his cock. Once last thrust deep into her womb and his balls drain their heavy load, shaft spurting waves of cum into her waiting hole. His own fingers spasm in her gripping pucker as he continues to pump orc seed into her. His hand pulls out and he leans on her ass until her pussy milks him dry, his tongue lolling in pleasure. He slaps her ass as he sloppily pulls out, cum dribbling out.

Varrain groans at that tight throat of Wyxt's as he fucks it faster, rising from his chair some to really give her a nice face fucking. He watches the way Wyxt moves and glances to the orc fucking her and grins down at Wyxt..."Mmm, such a great slut, Wyxt..cumming for us." He keeps his hand on her head and helps her to bob on his cock as he thrusts, his balls smacking her chin a bit rougher now.

Cavhoagh pants heavily, his grip of Wyxt's shoulder tightening slightly as the thrusts up to meet the slutty troll's heavy, flopping breasts... the claws on his feet digging into the floor slightly.. even with the pressure eased up a bit, he still doesn't know if he can hold out much longer, twitching and shuddering slightly in his chair... grinning as Wyxt reaches a trembling orgasm..

Sia gasps softly and giggles then, looking down to Brenka, her red, lustful gaze resting on the lass for a moment before her hand travels down her back teasing the naked skin with surprisingly soft strokes. Her nipple, already rock hard leaks some more milk into the dwarven barmaids mouth the sweet liquid soaking through the thin fabric of clothing she is wearing. She licks her lips teasingly, soft moans escaping her slightly parted lips. Her other hand grows a bit bolder on Tat's frame, brushing over more sensitive skin now, her arousal rising quickly.

Tiergan puffing idly on his pipe, can't help but watch the group across the way... used to seeing things like this at the Lion's Pride, but among the Alliance races. Seeing it in the Horde was a bit different.

Wyxt feels Throk's hot, burning cum filling her needy, hungry womb, and it holds her through that orgasm, her hands feeling somewhat weak and the troll slut luckily already on her knees, or her legs would probably be jelly. Feeling him pull out, hot seed dribbling from her cunt onto the ground below, Wyxt concentrates on the task at hand still before her, wanting to feel Varrain pumping his hot load into her belly, and feel that thick, hot cum sprayed over her chin and tits. Now, hands once more wrap around her tits, except, this time, she hugs those huge, flopping breasts, crushing them around Cavhoagh's cock even as he thrusts up into her cleavage, making her swollen tits an unbearably tight fuck to milk his cock between them. 

Tatayana caresses Sia and kisses her cheek.. she moves to grab a bottle of rum and pours another drink.. moves back to her seat letting the others enjoy the goings on... she just watched... them all

Brenka 's cheeks darken a little in a blush, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiles sheepishly, wrapping her lips around fabric and nipple both, the tip of her tongue flickering over the nub rapidly, like a hummingbird's wing.

Wyxt doesn't forget Varrain either, and how could she, holding her breath as she is? Instead of just letting her face get fucked, she begins to return the favor, saliva running down the length of his shaft as, when he pulls back, she does as well, cheeks sucking in tight, creating a vacuum he can barely escape, as her tongue aggressively strokes that thick black bull cock. Then, despite the pain in her lips (she's sure they'd bruise if she weren't a troll), she pushes her way down his bucking shaft into hips slam somewhat roughly into her face and his cock is fully lodged in her swallowing throat. She doesn't loosen up, at all, until he pulls back again, then only to repeat the sucking process to create a vacuum, truly seeking to suck Varrain dry as his balls slap her chin.

Throk breathes heavily as he fetches his pants and slides them on with a bit of difficulty over his still half hard cock. Grinning at Wyxt doing her best to work the other two to orgasm like the cum addict she is, he idly slaps her ass and makes his way upstairs, pausing to watch the other scene on the bar a moment. "Throk see you nice people tomorrow." He grins stupidly and shuffles upstairs, yawning loudly. Brenka wiggles her fingers g'nite to Throk. "Mmmph."

Varrain gives a loud groan of pleasure as he thrusts his hips forward, making Wyxt's face bury against his groin as he slides the entire length of black bull cock into her throat as he cums. Shooting his hot, thick cum down her throat and into that hungry belly, giving the troll slut the drink she is after from him.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 04



Sia giggles, but then moans with pleasure as she feels the fluttering tongue go over her nipple. She doesn't like the fact she still has clothing between that skilled tongue and her sensitive skin so she reaches up and, with a little effort, pulls her breasts free of their confines, offering them freely to the dark iron girl and actually arching her back to push them forward a little more while she moans softly, demandingly.

Cavhoagh groans heavily, gripping Wyxt's shoulders with both hands as he thrusts his cock up her tight cleavage, muttering and yipping under his breath in his native language..shifting into orcish "...oh you beautiful, sexy troll.." he growls out, his thighs slapping up against her heavy breasts "..ooo-ooh.. that's.. it.." and his entire body goes rigid for a second.. and his cock spews out a jet of hot cum, splattering against Wyxt's chin... and all over her shoulders and breasts as he keeps thrusting between them,

Brenka takes the hint with a nod and a wink, her eyes glowing softly as she scoots her plump frame up snugly to Sia's, a soft sigh of contentment rolling off her damp lips before she re-seals them over that nipple. Her tongue swipes up the leaking milk lazily, the Dark Iron nursing with one arm around the Troll's waist, the other lightly caressing Sia's near thigh.

Wyxt of course, has no choice but to swallow all of Varrain's thick, hot cum, his hips pressed against her cheeks as they are. Still, with Varrain fully lodged in her throat and mouth, the troll slut pulls back, just a few inches, then pushes forward, stroking his length and girth with her suckling mouth and rough stroking tongue as she works to empty his shaft and get her drink nice and proper from him. Dark red eyes open now, the hot troll slut winking up at Varrain sluttishly before suddenly she's quick to close her eyes, cum splattering over her chin, tits, and her face. Her breasts hurting, just a bit, but covered in gobs of cum, Wyxt smiles around the cock buried between her lips, waiting for Varrain to pull out when he pleases.

Sia moans quite cutely as the dark iron girl begins to lap at her now exposed nipples. One hand travels up into the girls hair, entangling there and pushing her close to her leaking tits while her thighs spread slightly, automatically so to speak from the touch there. She shifts a bit, but only to allow Brenka better access and more comfy sitting on her lap. Her eyes still half open, she watches Wyxt get splattered in cum and licks her lips hungrily. "Love..." she moans, though loud enough for everyone to hear..." I wanna lick ya clean o tha beautiful mess...."

Varrain groans and pulls slowly out of Wyxt's mouth grinning as he adds a spurt or two of his own thick cum to the gnoll's painting Wyxt's face and he reaches to smack Wyxt's ass and licks his lips.."Wonderful as always you horny little slut" He grins at Wyxt and glances towards Sia and Brenka chuckling watching them

Tatayana watches sipping her rum..she moves so Sia and Wyxt and Bre can have some room to play..she moves to sit in a chair by the fire... the scene gave her an idea for a new story to write later this eve..

Cavhoagh grunts softly, smearing Wyxt's breasts with his softening, but still swollen cock, glancing to the dirty-talking tauren.. himself, he just gives Wyxt a thoroughly lecherous grin and strokes her hair with a large paw "...very nice... no need to act tense around me now, I hope." he says with a wink. Cavhoagh stands from his chair.. slightly wobbly, with a wagging, fluffy tail behind her "...now.. that's a welcome.." the gnoll mutters to himself, giving Varrain a glance "..she's always that.." he clears his throat "..friendly?"

Brenka stifles a moan around her mouthful of nipple, the fingers tangled in her hair and guiding her head sending a little jolt of pleasure up from her damp mound form a ball of warmth in the pit of her stomach. Her tongue slides over Sia's milky nub a little faster, the fingers on her free hand sneaking down the massage the green Troll's thong-covered sex.

Wyxt swallows, audibly, swallowing down that hot cum before she winks up at Sia. "Pleasure t' meet y', mist'r. Name's Captain Sinblade. Wyxt, by m' friends. Welcome t' th' Lube an' Boot'h inn." She purrs up at Cavhoagh, then winks up at him, before slowly standing, picking up her discarded shirt and a mess of cum, still dripping wet, too. "Ah, I'd love that, darlin', but I need t' get t' m' boat an' I don't want t' arrive clean t'night. That an' 'ow'm I gonna keep m' skin shinin' if I nev'r let th' stuff sit a while?" Wyxt puts a hand on her hip, then, and grins. "I'mma 'ead out. Y' all 'ave fun, eh?"



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 05



Sia walks a while with Wyxt, out of Gadgetzan, past a few Bruisers, giving them playful winks as the two Troll-ladies pass. Out of town they go and into the actual wilderness, the endless sands of Tanaris. She keeps her hand resting on Wyxt's bottom, smiling to herself as she does so, enjoying for the moment, just walking with her wife, feeling her lovely body. Though of course, the thoughts of her plans do keep her aroused, visibly so, her nipples still pushing through the fabric of her top.

Wyxt ponders, as best she can with one hand full of hot troll booty, and the other resisting the urge to touch herself... instead, she gropes and kneads Sia's right breast idly as they walk. She 'suspects' Sia has something in mind, which is nice... Wyxt likes to be surprised just as much as the next crazy troll lady. She vaguely considers calling out to Troggy as two fingers hook in Sia's cleavage, and promptly pull the top down to expose both of those ample green tits and the exotic tattoos on them, and Wyxt seems content to, for the moment, just walk, feel, and be felt, of course, grinning a bit cheesily. After a while, though, naturally... "Y' 'ad somethin' y' want'd t' talk 'bout love?"

Sia grins playfully and inclines her head, giving a little eep as her tits are freed of their confinement before she grins to her beloved wife and shakes her head. "Nah, nothing really...dun have ta tell ya I love ya more than anythin' in the world, right? Ya know that sweets...And that I'd do anythin' for ya....ah crap...wait a sec 'ere..." she winks playfully and disentangles herself from Wyxt. "Jus gotta go check sumthin..." and she leans forward to kiss Wyxt lightly before she dashes off, soon to vanish behind a rock-formation. Instead of continuing on, she pauses. her keen eyes spotted something very well-suited for her plans. A traveling Centaur loped along the path not far from them. Quietly, she closes her eyes and begins concentrating, summoning up the energies C'thun grants her.

Wyxt looks confused, though amused and pleased, as Sia takes off running, all bouncing tits and wiggling ass, looking cute and sexy as hell. The huntress sniffs lightly, then frowns, something odd on the air. "...Tanaris reall'h ain't a safe place t' let 'er run off, is it..." she mumbles. Still, her ears are sharper than most and so are her senses, and it is with an amused look that she glances over her shoulder in the general direction of Varrain and Morvran both. Still... she moves somewhat slowly after Sia, moving to the edge of the rock formation and simply listening for any potential trouble.

Sia grins wickedly as the spell works as intended. The Centaur gets a rather blank look in his eyes and begins to run towards her. She concentrates, but still lowers herself down on one of those rocks nearby. She knows Wyxt will come looking for her in a moment, knowing that Tanaris can be a dangerous place and caring for her. A soft smile comes to her lips at that though and even more determination to give her something good today. She knows Wyxt loves to watch...so she'll get a real good show today. The Centaur approaches now, slowly, his blank stare fixed on Sia as she leans back, holding onto the Mind Control spell slightly, just enough to issue simple commands...and one of those commands the Centaur begins to follow immediately, rushing up to the half-naked Troll lady, large, rough hands beginning to fondle her naked breasts while she reaches down below the Horse-man to find his cock, beginning to stroke it lightly.

Wyxt hears the sound of hooves on the sand, a sound that can only promise trouble of one sort or another. Gasping, and fishing about for a bow that isn't quite there, Wyxt shakes her head, then, figuring if it came to it, she could box out any creature roaming Tanaris, she rushes around the side of the rock formation... ...to stumble and abruptly fall to her knees in surprise at the sight of a huge centaur fondling her beloved even as Sia strokes that thick equine shaft. ...And she can't blame him for being aroused already, what with half naked troll women just running through the desert. "..Wha?" Wyxt sits there in the sand, looking a bit confused, but, needless to say, immediately interested and not so hasty to finish off the centaur suddenly.

Sia seems not to notice Wyxt yet, intent as she is on maintaining her spell and on stroking the rapidly hardening Centaur cock which grows to a rather impressive size under her expert touch. She moans quietly as he continues to fondle her large breasts, squeezing and massaging them while one of his hands moves down to fumble with her thong, pulling it down. Sia helps in that, lifting her ass off the stones just enough for the thong to go down easily before she settles back fully, lying down on the stone and making the Centaur come closer to her side, close enough for her to reach out, grab is hock and pull him even closer as she puts the tip of her tongue to the large shaft, licking it teasingly. The horse-man groans in his mind-controlled arousal and continues to fondle one of Sia's breasts while his other hand moves between her legs which spread willingly to expose her soaking wet pussy to anyone who might be watching.

Wyxt doesn't spot the druid first... after all, he 'is' decently camouflaged against the sand, if not so much the dark brown rocks around them all. The human, on the other hand, is not so fortunate in his spying. "...Damn mon, girl can't ev'n get 'er private peep show in private these days!" She acts as though she's upset, glancing Morvran's way... though for only a moment, as she looks back to her beloved, and slowly, but surely, crawls forward just a bit, her own heavy breasts swaying beneath her. She, though, realizes Sia is in the thrall of her spell, and, hot though it might be to see the centaur take her of his own will, she didn't want to risk the danger of him being pissed over the spell Wyxt not recognizes. ...So, despite the urge to come forward and touch her beloved, Wyxt takes the gift as its' offered. A lovely show. One hand between her own legs, the other rubbing her chest lightly, Wyxt watches from where she sits in the sand.

Sia moans a little louder as the Centaur now leans down to put his head between her wide-spread thighs, his tongue lashing out to lick over her smooth thighs first before he goes right for the prize, licking up the already leaking juices from her pussy. She moans, her tongue trailing along the large hard rod in her hand, a string of saliva leaking from the edge of her mouth tho the stiff rod as she works expertly on it, the small tusks grazing the sensitive skin playfully, arousing the centaur even more. It's a struggle for her to maintain her concentration, but she doesn't have to control much anymore, the centaur's own horniness playing wonders to make the spell easy on her. Her free hand reaches up to squeeze her breast, massaging it while her mouth continues to work on the centaur, her tongue trailing in circles around the cock's head before she wraps her full lips around it.

Wyxt lets her jaw slowly drop. ...She had known she was going to love Sia's new calling... after the sickness, a priestess of C'thun just seemed so fitting at the time, and goodness knew the hunter never felt more powerful than when a powerful healer was walking at her side. But this... this just invited all kinds of new ideas and dirty, seedy things to play with. When her slutty, loving wife wraps her lips around that thick shaft, Wyxt resists, just barely, the urge to drool (she is a lady after all), and closes her mouth, fingers seeming horribly inadequate for what she suddenly needs herself... but they'll just have to do! She rubs at her own wet puss through that metallic red thong, shivering as she moans, but dark red eyes never leave the hot, beautiful sight before her... after all, everyone knows Wyxt LOVES to see Sia in action.

Varrain makes a glance towards Wyxt watching her, smiling seeing her response to the show as well, the druid stays where he is though, watching the show Sia is giving, though the tauren had no love for the Centaur, he was quiet jealous of its position currently.

Sia smiles briefly before she lets the shaft slide into her mouth, the centaur moving to help her with that willingly. She takes him in as far as possible, relaxing her throat as she takes him in deeply, her lips strained from enveloping the huge cock of the horse-man before she lets it slide out again fully, moaning lightly, bits of pre-cum clinging to her lips which she licks up hungrily and then slips her lips around that cock again, beginning to move her head slowly, quite obviously knowing what it is all males liked in that regard. her hand continues to squeeze her tit, milking it and indeed, a few droplets of her milk already leak out of her hardened nipple, her arousal at the thought of the sight she would be for Wyxt growing rapidly. The Centaur meanwhile concentrates on the duty at hand, his tongue lashing out to lick over her pussy, licking up her juices and toying around her clit, eliciting little gasps from Sia, muffled by the large piece of cock-meat in her mouth.

Wyxt wants to suck on Sia's nipple, to lick up that hot milk, and to feel her beloved as her beloved sucks and swallows around that thick, hot girth... but she also can't deny that watching from afar ain't so bad, either. Fondling one breast herself, squeezing and kneading, her other hand between her legs, two fingers pushing between her wet pussy lips already, Wyxt shudders a bit, and not for the first or last time, wishes she had brought Trogdor out... he was better than fingers, at the least, and she wants to full concentrate on the scene before her. Rubbing herself, trying to remain stable and control herself, Wyxt bites her lower lip as Sia goes to work, her beloved the hottest slut Wyxt has ever seen and loved.

Sia moves her head a bit faster now, tusks grazing over the sides of the cock in her mouth, sucking it hungrily with obvious need in her motions. Yes, she wants this and knowing Wyxt watches her only makes her more willing and more needing to have this centaur cum all over her. She squeezes her breast tightly, milking more drops out of that hardened nipple, causing the milky white liquid to dribble over her large bosom between her breasts and down to her stomach. The centaur, by now all for the little fun he was "forced" into, licks up Sia's juices between her legs continuously, grunts coming from his lips as he shivers, obviously unused to being sucked like he is now. His body trembles as he continues to lick at her swollen lips and clit then reaches around her thigh to thrust two fingers inside her pussy which makes her arch her back somewhat and another stifled moan escaping her lips.

Wyxt knows Varrain is there, being the tracker that she is.. and Sia 'had' invited him to follow, after all. But she can't quite bring herself to call him over just yet. ...It just seems right to just 'watch.' At least for now. That, and Wyxt isn't so sure she needs to fuck to get off tonight, because just watching Sia in action is hot as hell in its own right, and her fingers can't seem to stay away from her own wet pussy as much as she's struggling to keep herself calm. "...Centaur's gonna 'ave th' best fuck o' 'is life while mind controll'd, poor bastard..." she grins a bit, slipping a little closer, wanting to be close enough to hear all those cute sounds and the dirty sounds of fucking when it gets down to it, licking her own lips at the sight before her. She does offer encouragement now, speaking, just loud enough to be heard.... "I love ya, slut Sia." ...Hah, a new nickname!

Sia bucks her hips a bit as the Centaur starts to thrust his fingers inside her and Sia squeezes his fingers tightly with her pussy, but he soon adds a third finger to fill her out more. She moans greedily, sucking on that huge cock between her lips, her one hand stroking the shaft as she does so, alternating between that and massaging the centaur's balls expertly. Her lips wrap tightly around the large shaft, little driblets of saliva mixed with pre-cum dribbling down her chin and neck as she does so, moving her head faster and more demandingly now, wanting the centaur to cum, fill her mouth with his hot load. She still keeps on massaging her breast, squeezing it, pinching her nipple while more milk leaks out slowly, continuing in a steady small stream down between her breasts.

Sia gasps softly, feeling the centaur just about ready to cum. She intensifies her sucking a little more at that, her head bobbing back and forth, letting the shaft slide in as deep as possible, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust the centaur is offering. His licking grows a bit uncoordinated, his body trembling as he is about to release, but he still licks over Sia's pussy hungrily, four fingers now thrusting into her, making Sia's hips buck with every thrust. She moans around the cock in her mouth, eyes half closed as she keeps fondling his balls and stroking his shaft along with her sucking. Then it's too much for the centaur. With a loud groan, he blasts his load inside Sia's mouth, making her gag briefly before she manages to swallow the rather large first load. Poor bastard apparently hasn't been done in a while. Some of his thick, white cum leaks out from the corner of her lips, mixing with her saliva as it dribbles to the ground beneath her.

Wyxt vaguely wishes she'd gone the route of the priestess, though she knows full well it's not her calling in life. ...She has plans though, to play with Sia. New ideas in mind that she hasn't tried out before, though tonight 'might' not be the night. ...But it might. It isn't like she's in a hurry to go anywhere, 'especially' not now. Hot, wet, her own fingers mimicking the centaurs, Wyxt yearns for the centaur to use her hot wife to the fullest, though she knows Sia has to maintain control, or who knows what the centaur might try with her wife. "...Gods, so fuckin' 'ot..." Wyxt murmurs. ...It pleases her immensely that she DOES have ways to return this gift, now that she thinks about it. Sand wet with her own juices beneath her, Wyxt moans with pleasure as the centaur fills her beloved's mouth with that hot cum, wanting to taste, just a bit.

Sia grins wickedly as she pulls the cock from between her lips, swallowing the rest of his cum hungrily. She licks her full lips, now glistening with the cum spread on it as the centaur removes his fingers from her pussy and she turns slightly to face him fully. She know she's risking a bit, but she is fairly certain she'll be able to maintain control and even if not, if what she feels from the centaur is about right, he wouldn't stop fucking her even IF the spell broke. That thought, the centaur doesn't waste time. His cock still hard as a rock, he plants both forelegs on the rock on which Sia is lying and Sia spreads her legs wide to allow him access. Just then, she turns around to look in Wyxt's direction, giving her a roguish wink and licking her lips. "Enjoyin da show...?" She only mouths those words, but Wyxt could guess the meaning from the look in her eyes as she half closes them again. The tip of the centaur's cock presses against her pussy-lips, spreading them and then, with a wild grunt, he thrusts deep into her, burying his long shaft deep inside Sia's welcoming pussy. She moans loudly, her voice now rising quite a bit as sher body is shaken by the thrusts now pounding into her.

Wyxt is trying to find some safe middle ground between thinking, and lusting. Her own milky, heavy breasts rising and falling from deep, husky breaths, the half-trolless is biting her lower lip damned near sharp enough to draw blood as she stares at her beloved. "Wha?" The sudden question completely catches her off guard as Sia spreads her legs lewdly wide to invite the plundering centaur in. Then, after a moment... "Lovin' it darlin'..." murmured herself, grinning wickedly. She's not too worried about Sia's tight cunt being fucked by that thick centaur cock, not after some of the... workouts... they've already been through. ...Wyxt pries her fingers out of her own pussy, and she slips forward, glancing to Varrain only a moment, before she sits down right beside her beloved and the fucking centaur. The centaur can't do it, so Wyxt's hands come to rest on Sia's milky tits, and, carefully, she leans under the bucking centaur, to begin to suck the milk from Sia's leaking nipples.

Sia moans even louder now that Wyxt joins in the fray, feeling her beloved's lips around her nipples, she arches her back and pushes her breasts against Wyxt's lips. Her hand comes up to run through Wyxt's hair, her eyes now closed as the centaur pounds away at her. her body shivers and trembles with every thrust, her pussy leaking already, the stone beneath her wet with her juices as she lets herself be fucked by the mind-controlled horse-man. Her breasts sway heavily with her movements and her other hand still squeezes and massages the other breast, but only for a moment before she reaches to the side to run her hand over Wyxt's beautiful ass, squeezing it tightly for a moment. She'll have to be careful though. Too much of this and she might indeed lose the spell, so she refrains from going all out...for now, even though controlling the centaur now requires minimal attention. Who wouldn't take the chance to so thoroughly fuck a willing Troll lady.

Wyxt doesn't mind though. Even if Sia did lose the spell, the centaur's not going to quit fucking this hot sexy troll, and Wyxt knows, without a doubt, that if worst came to worst, the centaur would be dead before he managed to hurt Sia, even 'inside' of Sia. ...There were two points to endurance training, after all! At any rate... for now, worries about defense are out of the huntress' thoughts, as she nibbles on Sia's left nipple, tongue roughly licking up leaking milk. Sia's other breast is left free, just because Wyxt loves the lewd sound of flopping breast and seeing Sia's tits in motion. ...Touching Sia is better than touching herself. Her hand, still wet with her own juices, comes to rest on Sia's belly, feeling for the centaur pounding deep into her beloved, and her other hand runs through Sia's hair, as Wyxt peers out of the corner of her gaze at her beloved, loving the look of bliss.

Sia moans loudly now, little gasps coming from her lips. The thoughts of Wyxt watching her had her aroused pretty much already. Now with the centaur plunging into her, fucking her wildly and roughly and Wyxt continuing to suck on her nipple, stroking her hair, her arousal just rises quicker and quicker. She feels her body trembling violently, her pussy clamping tightly around that large cock inside her, milking the horse-man for all he's worth and the centaur, too shows signs of approaching orgasm again. Apparently the added sight of another hot troll-lady sucking on the tits of the first did its bit to keep him going. Sia groans, continuing to squeeze and massage Wyxt's ass while she moves her hips to meet the centaur's thrusts, his slamming into her creating lewd sounds filling the desert air. Her eyes open halfway to gaze down to Wyxt lovingly as she licks her lips.

Wyxt is not too stingy with Sia. Sweet milk on her lips and on her tongue, she, naturally, leans forward to kiss Sia and to share even as her beloved is fucked so roughly by the mind controlled centaur. Shivering a bit, but not feeling the least bit cold from the night air, Wyxt's kiss is full and deep, head tilted so that tusks scrape one another just a tease as glossy lips meet, Wyxt trading the taste of that equine cum for Sia's sweet milk. Her other hand remains on Sia's belly, rubbing now, able to feel the head of that thick, pounding cock through her beloved, breasts pressed against Sia's shoulder somewhat as Wyxt kisses her.

Sia moans into the kiss, returning it tenderly, or as tenderly as she can while she is being fucked the way she is. Her body keeps shaking from the thrusts, but she manages to put one hand on her beloved's head, drawing her close, holding her there, whispering sweet incoherent words of love as she fails to concentrate on speaking, what with her concentration being divided between controlling the centaur and being screwed thoroughly. The Centaur picks up the pace, obviously growing more and more aroused again, ready to fill this Troll-Lady once more. He pushes into her as deep as possible, and groans above them while Sia holds Wyxt close to her, enjoying the taste of her lips on her own.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 05



Wyxt grins, breaking the kiss for her beloved's lusty, half out if it but loving mumbling, understanding full well. She rests her cheek against Sia's breasts, breathing deeply the scent of the hot fucking, of Sia's milk, and closes her eyes, feeling her own beloved's mounting arousal, knowing the dirty centaur is about to fill up her beloved with that thick seed. Her hand on Sia's belly begins to rub lightly, a slow, circular massaging motion, as Wyxt begins to, surprisingly tender, kiss her beloved's breasts. All the while thinking she'd definitely be paying Sia back.. she already has plenty of ideas in mind.

Sia moans again and again, little gasps coming from her lips now. The surprising gentle kisses only serving to push her further and further to the edge. Then, with a loud groan, the centaur starts to buck and pump into Sia irregularly, squirting his cum deep inside her. The feeling of his hot seed filling her insides is enough to drive Sia over the edge, too. With a small yell of pleasure, the Troll-Lady orgasms, her pussy contracting to squeeze the least bit of cum out of the centaur's rock-hard shaft, her body trembling violently beneath her beloved and the Centaur. She barely manages to keep enough concentration to keep the mind control spell up and running, even though it is barely needed right now as the centaur himself is caught in the throes of his climax.

Wyxt can tell Sia's womb is being filled with that hot cum... the sudden heat, that thick long shaft not very far from Wyxt's hand as is, and of course, Sia's own orgasm and response. "Mmm... dat's m' wife... best slut in da realms..." Wyxt murmurs. She kisses Sia again, hand moving down Sia's belly to help her, and help the centaur, ride out that orgasm, fingers grazing over Sia's clit now even as they rub at the lips of her lewdly spread cunt, spreading around what little cum can escape as she purrs against her beloved's cheek. Ass high in the air, Wyxt loved the show, both from afar and up close. ...Maybe it should be a personal goal to keep her distance every now and then.

Sia comes to a rest slowly, gradually sinking from the throes of her orgasm while the Centaur remains buried deep inside her for a moment. Deciding they don't need him anymore, deciding she just wants to be held and hold her beloved right now, she mentally orders the centaur away from them, far away from them, keeping the control up until Wyxt and Sia herself are hidden from his eyes. She turns into Wyxt's arms, slipping her own arms around her lovely frame, hugging her close, smiling lightly, lovingly. "Liked tha present m'love?" she whispers softly, still breathing heavily, cum dripping from her pussy to the ground slowly.

Wyxt idly, just a tease, thinks it'd probably be wise to finish the centaur off... after all, mind controlled victims don't tend to forget... but hell. Would it be really 'bad' if the centaur in the area thought of Sia as a hot fuck instead of their mortal enemy? It would make the area safer and more fun, at the very least, for her wife. "...Sia... y' know I always love watchin' y' make a hot, slutt'h mess." Fingers slip into her beloved's pussy, to swirl the hot cum there, even as her other arm slips around Sia to support her as she's hugged. "Now y' got me wit' ideas o' m' own an' wonderin' what else y' can do wit' y'r new tricks. An' I got t' say dats da 'ottest way o' masturbatin' I ev'r seen."



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 06



Sia laughs softly, the laugh followed by a soft eeking sound and a gasp as she is pulled onto Wyxt's lap, naked as she is, her large, heavy tits being fondled by her beloved. Sitting on Wyxt's lap as she is, her body can be admired rather fully now especially since those hands massaging her breasts and especially those lips teasing her ears make her aroused very very quickly, making her spread her legs slowly on Wyxt's lap. A measure of control remains though and she smirks playfully, leaning back against Wyxt and continuing to eye the others in the room.

Wyxt loves tormenting her poor Sia like this. Hands plumping Sia's tits as though to put her wife on display, Wyxt leans forward, slipping Sia carefully onto one leg, the huntress herself feeling aroused as she spreads her own legs slightly. With Sia resting on one though, Wyxt's leg can grind up against Sia's wet, needy cunt somewhat, and Wyxt has 'never' lost her fascination for seeing those milky tits flop. Needless to say, it's only a small matter of time before Wyxt is grinding her leg against Sia's snatch, somewhat bouncing her wife, hands coming to rest lightly on Sia's waist as Wyxt giggles faintly behind her.

Sia moans softly, cutely as she is bounced lightly by her beloved wife, set on display on her knee...and obviously enjoying it tremendously, since she is indeed leaking down there, her own hands busy one sliding down next to her between Wyxt's legs and the other reaching up to fondle her own breasts along with Wyxt's hands. She chuckles slightly when she hears Wyxt call out, but quickly returns to her soft moans, her eyes half closed as she enjoys the little treatment she is receiving.

Wyxt puts a hand on Sia's back now, and pushes her forward somewhat, so that those heavy tits are hanging and wobbling. Mostly, though, it's so that Sia's cunt is pressed against the only actual 'protective' part of her firemane leggings, the red metallic ridge pressed up against Sia's dripping wet snatch as she's somewhat bent over the table. Wyxt purrs, grinding against Sia's hand, and in turn grinding that somewhat penetrating bright red ridge up against Sia's pussy lips and clit, stroking her with the fiery red leggings as she purrs. "Jus' makin' sure Jas darlin'." She looks amused, seeing how sensitive Vise is, but it's hard to keep her eyes from the bouncing beauty that is her wife for long.

Wyxt ponders, and then abruptly speaks up. "'ey Ronick. Y' ev'r 'ad troll b'fore? I'm in th' mood t' see m' wife bent ov'r th' table an' fuck'd, an' y' look like y' need a good excuse t' loosen up an'way." Wyxt purrs, suddenly feeling in quite a mood to see what she missed out on earlier.

Ronick picks up on of the vials slowly and looks at it for a moment with an arched vial, "Ne... I'm afraid I doubt I would be quite as productive as your current target..." then blinks as his name is called, nearly dropping the vial before turning his gaze to Wyxt, "Err... never a troll... not yet anyway... neh... afraid I've yet to... grow adventurous here... ma'am." he replies in a crisp tone.

Sia giggles slightly between her moans and shifts up a bit, her crimson gaze traveling to the human and a soft wink follows, then her tongue darts out to lick her full lips lightly, grazing her small tusks as she does so. She continues to rub her needy cunt against Wyxt's knee, her juices flowing freely, covering her beloved's knee quite thoroughly by now. "Mmm, dun be afraid...people 'ave yet ta complain 'bout me..." she says, huskily, but loud enough to be heard.

Wyxt nods to Ronick, motioning him over. "Well, get y'r ass ov'r 'ere. M' wife could use a good fuckin' an' I'm in th' mood f'r watchin' 'er in action. Y' see what a 'ot slut she be, she needs a good cock in 'er." Wyxt places both hands on Sia's ass now, fondling and kneading those full, firm green cheeks, as she purrs, feeling Sia's hot, wet juices over her thigh and loving the sight of her beloved looking a hot, needy slutty mess. It only helped that Sia hadn't exactly cleaned up after Varrain, either.

Ronick jerks just a bit at Jasayiah's suddenly proximity as his gaze remains locked on Sia's green flesh though before he shakes his head and glances over his shoulder at Jasayiah, "Ne... I suppose you are right... I came here to learn... and learn I shall..." then tugs off his head guard slowly and lays it on the counter as he looks down at his armored torso, "Afraid I should stop coming prepared for war... ne?" Ronick unclasps his gauntlets as he takes a slow breath and begins to move towards Sia and Wyxt slowly as he pulls away from Jasayiah and unlatches his breastplate, letting it and his greaves fall to the ground, "Ne... I'm no worried about complaining about you... it's you complaining about me that I gotta worry about... neh?" he asks in a low tone as he moves up to two trollesses.

Sia giggles lightly as she watches Ronick approach with hungry eyes, shifting slightly on Wyxt's knee and shivering from the pleasure she's already feeling. Yes, some nice cock is just about right now. She moans softly, licking her lips some more and slowly, very slowly, slips down from Wyxt's leg, only to twist around to rest her elbows on the table beside them, her ass now sticking out, her legs spread invitingly so her dripping wet cunt shows clearly. She looks over her shoulder, grinning, licking her lips slowly. "C'mon...." she says lightly, invitingly.

Wyxt pinches Sia's nipples from behind, and winks at Ronick. "Mate, m' wife needs t' be stuff'd. Y're cute, y' look like y're competent. Y' stuff 'er good an' fill 'er up, I doubt she's gon' 'ave room t' complain. 'sides dat, I be 'ere t' make sure she be satisfied all 'round." Wyxt purrs into Sia's ear, then. "But first... y' let me get 'im all read'h f'r stuffin' ya, if'n y' don't mind, darlin'." Said to Sia, Wyxt licking her lips. Well, she'd know for sure if Sia would have a reason to complain by sampling first, wouldn't she? "Then y' can get that cock wedged up in y'... give y' a few moments t' cool down some so y' can ride 'im out that little bit longer love." Wyxt teases.

Ronick turns his gaze to Wyxt slowly then offers a single nod before he tugs off his tunic to reveal his scarred torso then turns his gaze down to Sia's form slowly, "Reporting for duty..." before dropping his trousers and letting his gaze drift back over to Wyxt.

Sia chuckles slightly, standing as she is now, her heavy tits flopping slightly with the giggling that sends a little shiver through her body. "Ya know ya can do just 'bout everythin' ya want with me love..." she whispers softly and shifts a bit, but only slightly, moaning quite cutely as she stands there, ready...and in desperate need of more attention, as clearly seen by the swollen lips between her legs and the dripping fluids, running down her inner thighs.

Wyxt smirks, and slaps Sia's ass playfully as she slips off of the chair beneath the horny Sia. She pulls Sia over to stand nearby, nodding to Tairel in passing and grinning just a bit, as the scantily clad half-troll whore gets onto her own knees before Ronick. Kneeling, one hand idly massaging crimson silk clad breasts as she purrs, Wyxt leans forward, her tongue, somewhat rough, bathing the head of Ronick's shaft, before she speaks... "Well, y'r dut'h be, f'r th' moment, t' fuck this slut's filth'h mouth till y' be good an' read'h t' fuck 'er slut wife. If y' can cum more than once, this slut's wantin' a first taste, t' make sure y're fillin' 'er lad'h up wit' some good 'ot cum, but if y' ain't got th' stamina..." Wyxt lets the word linger, grinning wickedly, as her hand leaves her breasts to take Ronick's cock in hand, her tongue rubbing roughly against the head of his shaft now, using that X-shaped bolt to tease the most sensitive ridge just beyond the plump head of his shaft with that slightly chilled adamantium.

Ronick starts to speak as Wyxt moves down but quickly cuts off any words with a sharp hiss of breath as he reaches down to take hold of the back of Wyxt's head in his grip and lets out a groan as he feels the metal press against the tip of his cock, gripping her hair a bit roughly from reflex as his hips instinctively jerk forward before he stills. He lets out a slow controlled breath through his mouth, his shaft hot and veiny under the trolless' rough tongue as he takes a firm grip on the wings of Wyxt's helm, "Light... I'm so sure how much endurance someone untrained like me will have... but if there's anything a paladin's good at... it's stamina and making the battle last..." then shakes his head quickly as he begins to rock his hips slowly to thrust his shaft into Wyxt.

Sia watches her beloved wife go down on the human with a light grin on her lips, feeling her desire climbing rather than cooling down, but then again, seeing Wyxt suck someone off does have that effect on her. She moans quietly, standing beside her and leaning down a bit to gently reach for her breasts again, squeezing them in her hands a bit more roughly now. She makes sure she can watch her lovely, slutty mouth take that cock in, sucking it good as she knows what kind of treat Ronick is about to get.

Wyxt loves it. She knows it's instinctive and surprise, that first thrust, but it's expected, really. Moaning around the cock in her mouth, Wyxt closes one eye, the other peering at Sia as she hooks three fingers into her beloved's pussy, rubbing and stroking, spreading her fingers in those cummy wet folds so Sia knows she is not in the least forgotten. At the same time, Wyxt releases Ron's cock, letting her small tusks guide Ronick easily straight towards her throat. Her tongue curls as he thrusts into her mouth, pressing tight against that hot, throbbing shaft and effectively, roughly, stroking him as he slips into her mouth and throat. 

Wyxt does close her eyes when Ronick takes full command of her mouth, using the wings of that dragon helmet effectively to hold the willing slut in place. Lips purse tight around that thrusting shaft, and when he thrusts into her mouth, her tongue strokes him vigorously, arching and curling around his cock to make sure he's fully stroked even as he fucks his way into her throat. She does not seem to gag.

Ronick keeps firm hold on Wyxt's head as he begins to pull her head forward with each thrust of his hips, the head of his cock pressing down into the troll's throat as his movements begin to pick up some speed and power. He turns his eyes down to Wyxt's face as he feels her tusks tracing the sides of his member with each thrust and speaks in a rough voice, "Light save me... I should apply here for formal training...." he grunts out as he begins to drive his length down the willing troll's throat, tilting his head back as he lets out a slow breath.

Sia giggles, but soon is lost in lustful moans again, feeling Wyxt's fingers move inside her folds and loving it as she always does, as she loves everything her wife does with her after all. She keeps her gaze locked on the scene before her though, her legs however trembling slightly as the pleasure runs through her body. She keeps her hands on her wife's large, heavy tits however, squeezing them and now snapping them free of their tight confines quickly to let them jiggle freely. She looks up to Ronick with a grin on her lips. "Mmm, bet ya like dis kinda diplomacy-trainin' much better than 'nything they taught ya back home, eh?" she winks playfully.

Ronick releases one hand from Wyxt's helm then reaches over to cup one of Sia's breasts, giving the flesh a firm squeeze as he shivers just a bit feeling the tusks graze his member then looks over to Sia, "This is... the best way... to bridge our difference.... neh?" then lets out a low groan as squeezes Sia's flesh in his grip and looks down to Wyxt, "Light... keep that up and you will get a preemptive strike..."

Wyxt knew some things about the Light, and knew that the Light would do nothing to stop such absolutely 'sinful' play. Hah. Judging by the somewhat smug curl to the edges of Wyxt's lips, Sia's going to get a fine fucking. The half-troll doesn't resist Ronick's tugging in the least, and her moans cause her tongue to shiver and tremble against his shaft, sending those vibrations down to the root of his cock as he fucks her mouth, and her swallowing throat, at his own pace. Sia's hands on her body have her hot, nipples hard and dribbling the faintest tease of milk already now as her wife plays with her. This, though, by no means stops Wyxt's fingering of Sia's needy wet cunt, Wyxt determined to keep Sia as wet as possible until she's fucked.

Wyxt shifts things up as Ronick seems to have too firm a grasp on the situation. Warm breath occasionally exhaled over his cock when he pulls back, Wyxt's thick, blue glossy lips part faintly. Tongue suctioned to the bottom of his shaft, stroking him, that X bolt roughly teasing the ridges of his cock, Wyxt begins to blow her way down his shaft when he pistons into her mouth, using her tongue to keep up the tension around his cock even as lips ease up just a bit. But when he tries to pull back, lips seal firmly around the root of his shaft, and she sucks hard, swallowing around the head of his cock as her cheeks draw inwards. She only does this for long strokes, though... if Ron ruts against her face in short, quick strokes, she won't release the suction at all, milking him for all he's worth as he fucks her face. Wyxt curls her fingers in Sia's snatch now, thumb coming up to press fully against her clit, flicking the sensitive nub with her fingernail, her other hand now settling on Ronick's balls, massaging the heavy cum producers even as she fingers and plays with her wife, and bobs on his shaft.

Ronick feels the vibrations moving through his cock and lets out a sharp hiss of breath as he suddenly curls down and embraces Wyxt's head as pulls her down roughly onto his member before his muscles begin to draw tense and his member begins to pulsate inside of Wyxt's mouth, his first shot firing deep into her throat before he eases up off her head some and begins to fill her mouth with his seed.

Sia moans quite cutely at Wyxt's attentions and now at the squeezing of her heavy tits as well. She moves a bit closer to the two, brushing up against Wyxt and Ronick in an effort to better reach her beloved's heavy, milky tits which she squeezes and massages a bit more roughly now, her legs jerking slightly, nearly threatening to give way beneath her. Her eyes are half closed, but fixed on the magnificent play before here, watching the human fuck her beloved's wife's mouth thoroughly and obviously well. She knows that kind of look on Wyxt's features and it makes her all the more happy, expecting a good fuck once Wyxt finishes her sucking.

Wyxt opens her eyes when that hot, thick cum spills into her throat. The suction is maintained, Wyxt's hand leaving his balls to move to his hip now, holding him in her mouth for the first shots of that thick, salty essence, as Wyxt holds her breath, and thus, keeps up the pressure bobbing on his cock with her thick lips sealed around the root like nothing short of a vacuum, her tongue roughly lashing the head as she swallows down that thick seed. After a few spurts, though, she pulls up, and off of his shaft, so that some can land on her face and her now exposed tattooed tits, wanting to feel the hot cum on her chest after the fondling from her wife. "..Ah, y're in f'r a fun ride Sia love." Wyxt licks her lips.

Ronick leans his head back as he lets out a quick gasp for breath then begins to forcefully slow his breathing rate down as he looks down at Wyxt, "Damnit... I've got to work endurance..." then shakes his head as he looks down and offers a small smile, "Give me a moment..." then begins to whisper quietly to himself, "I call upon the Light to allow this body to remain in this fight... may the holy light restore and invigorate..." Ronick continues to chant quietly as a golden light covers his body for a moment then opens his eyes, "I'm sure the priest would have me decommissioned if they learned I was calling upon the light for this sort of struggle... neh?" then turns his gaze to Sia slowly.

Wyxt shakes her head in quick disagreement. "Fuck that mate. I LOVE cum. Y' cum quick, we gotta fuck more, as long as y're Light be comin' back t' fill y' up quick too!" Wyxt loved to be made a mess. If he could cum a lot, she'd have to have him hang around with her and Sia more. "Bend m' slut wife ov'r th' Table an' show 'er what th' Light's made of an' what it can do f'r ya, darlin', if'n y' don't mind..." Wyxt purrs, slipping her fingers out of Sia's messy pussy now, to lick her fingers clean, and then spread the thick cum of Ronick over her tits, massaging the salty essence into her glossy skin.

Sia giggles with excitement and pleasure, seeing Wyxt being filled and sprayed by the thick, white seed of the human. She smiles, squeezing her beloved's tits a bit more, rubbing the sticky fluids over them thoroughly. She glances up then, smirking playfully. She is leaned over behind Wyxt, her ass up and exposed to the cool air. She turns to the table slowly, responding to the words of Wyxt automatically, her slutty nature revealed once more as she spreads her legs wide to show off her dripping cunt to the whole room, ready to take the human into her, no needing to take him into her.

Ronick moves up behind Sia slowly and reaches down to take hold of his member, still slick with Wyxt's saliva and begins to trace it up and down Sia's lips slowly for a moment, "Oi... better keep some power in reserve or else this won't last long...." then suddenly spreads her lips with the head of his cock and begins to press into her, pushing in deep into Sia's form until he's firmly pushed up against Sia's form

Wyxt grins, kneeling beside them, as Ronick's hips drive against Sia's own. "Fuck 'er good an' rough darlin', she loves it like that. Fill 'er slutt'h womb up wit' more o' that hot thick cream, make 'er feel full." Wyxt purrs, then slowly stands, licking cum from her own lips as she slips into her chair, fully intent on watching her wife get good and fucked.

Sia moans, gasping cutely as she is penetrated. She moves her hips back to meet his thrust and bury him as deep inside of her as she possibly can. She seems somewhat easy to slide into, but her pussy grips his member tight indeed, that needy cunt having some obviously well trained muscles to squeeze with. She grins back over her shoulder, her tits pressed against the top of the table the way she is bent over. Her juices dribble from between her legs to the floor, creating a sloppy mess between her legs. "Ya...listen ta me wife...forget them respect things...jus fuck me like tha slut I be..." she moans lustfully.

Ronick nods his head silently for a moment, "Understood.... moving to comply..." he says in a low voice as his hands reach around to take hold of her breast as he begins to slowly draw his length out to the tip before driving in with a rough thrust and slams his body against hers. Ronick quickly begins to draw back and repeat the motion as he takes a firm hold of her breast in his grips, squeezing their flesh roughly in his hands before he focuses on the nipples and begins to roll them between his thumb and forefinger as his thrust slowly begin to build a steady pistoning motion.

Wyxt teases. "Make th' table shake! Don't worr'h 'bout puttin' cracks in it, tables're cheap! Use 'er good!" Wyxt loves to jeer and cheer from the side, after all. She'd reach out to touch Sia as she's fucked over the table, but for the moment, Ronick clearly knows what he's doing and Sia's gotten plenty of touching already. Grinning, herself dripping wet and horny now but satisfied with watching her wife get filled, Wyxt licks her lips again, before index finger swipes up a bit of cum and she suckles it from her finger.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 06



Sia shivers as he pulls out gradually and then gasps lustfully as he slams back into her. "Ya...jus like that!" she half screams, groaning with lust. She pushes her breasts against his hands, her nipples hard and erect against the palms of his hands, the first dribbles of milk leaking out from them. She shivers almost violently under his thrusts and shoves herself backwards against him to get the most out of his thick shaft, squeezing him with her pussy tight, milking him for all he's worth. Her tits jiggle beneath her with the thrusts and she moves to meet each one of them in turn, thrusting back hard and wildly. One hand remains on the table to steady herself, the other moves up to curl into her braided her, her eyes shut tightly.

Ronick lets out a slow breath through his mouth as he drives in fully into Sia's depths and holds there for a moment now as he squeezes her breast roughly in one hand as the other drifts down her belly towards the point where his shaft parts her flesh, "Somewhere in here..." then begins to fish around until he locates the small nub of flesh between her lips and begins to quickly grind his finger across it.

Wyxt sees Sia's excitement and it makes 'her' excited. Nipples stiff, Wyxt bites her lower lip, her hand slipping down to that red thong to rub between her legs as she watches her wife go crazy on that thick shaft being driven into her cunt. Now 'this' was how she liked for things to work out. She reaches out, and with one hand, slaps Sia's ass roughly so that the rolling green flesh jiggles. "Damn, I got th' 'ottest slut in 'ere f'r a wife..." she murmurs.

Sia gasps and a soft, barely withheld yell escapes her lips as he finds and begins to rub her clit. She groans and her body shakes with the thrusts he delivers as well as with the pleasure he is giving her. Moaning with lust, she presses her chest into his hands more, her pussy squeezing hard around his shaft, needy folds wanting him to fuck her like the dirty slut she is. Moaning louder now, she continues to lick her lips and her small tusks glistening in the dim light as she is roughly fucked, barely able to still steady herself. The words from Wyxt actually help to heighten her pleasure more, making her feel even better, pleasure rising inside her quickly while she shoves herself back against the human behind her to get the most from his length.

Ronick slides his hands down to Sia's waist now and takes a firm hold of her form as he begins to take control of the situation. He begins to thrust again and quickly build a fast pace while jerking Sia back to meet each thrust as he begins to hammer away at her from behind as he grits his teeth roughly. He finally manages to build a fast pace as he drives his length deep inside of Sia's form with each hard thrust against her lithe form as he pulls her to meet his motions, shaking the heavy table roughly now as his length rapidly pierces her form.

Wyxt is quite occupied with herself, fingering her cunt openly now, leaning forward, as she watches Ronick use her slutty wife to the fullest, jackhammering into Sia and shaking the table, drawing a purr from the voyeuristic Wyxt. "Mmm, blessin' o' might indeed..." Wyxt murmurs. Her own breath hot and husky, as she'd been horny to begin with playing with Sia and then sucking Ronick's cock, the cock hungry slut is plunging fingers into her pussy to match the tempo before her, her own tits jiggling as she sits on the edge of her chair, panting a bit and licking her lips.

Sia groans, her body shaking with the fast and powerful thrusts, her tits, now no longer squeezed and held jiggle freely beneath her. "Ah...by C'thun, yes...dat's jus right...give it ta me..." she moans, her voice shaky and lustful as she feels her rising pleasure mounting towards a quickly approaching orgasm. Determined to get the human to fill her good, she lets him have his way with her, a willing fuck-slut in his hands now, gasping with every thrust he delivers, her needy pussy squeezing him tightly the deeper he penetrates, milking him, demanding his hot, sticky seed deep within her. Her arms no longer able to support her body, she is pushed to the table-top, her breasts squeezed against the wood, shaking the table with every hammering the human pounds into her.

Ronick tightens his grip around Sia's waist now as his muscles begins to draw taunt, losing his steady pace as he begins to thrust wildly now with enough force to push Sia forward against the table as he nears his climax. Feeling her cunt clenching around his length he begins to groan and drive in faster now, letting out a low moan as he suddenly buries himself into Sia's form and his member twitches violently as he cums inside of her and fills her from within with a large amount of his seed. He jerks his member out of her and spills the rest of his load across her sweaty back as he pants heavily for breath now.

Sia gasps, noticing the picking up of speed and little yelps of pleasure now escape her lips. Then she feels his hot load filling her up inside and that drives her over the edge as sure as anything. A soft yell of pleasure can be heard from the troll-slut as she shivers almost violently, her demanding pussy clamping tightly around that hard cock inside of her, milking him before he pulls out and she can feel him covering her back with his sticky seed. She trembles her knees threatening to give away beneath her as her orgasm floods through her and her juices spill out of her cunt, flowing down the inside of her legs and adding to the small puddle of her juices already beneath her. Gradually, slowly, she calms down, her breath coming in quick, lust filled gasps as she tries to catch it.

Wyxt shivers, trembling, when Ronick fills up her wife's hot, lusty cunt with his seed, feeling her own pleasure mounting wildly at the side as Sia's strength gives out and his hips drive fully against her ass to fill her womb up with that hot spunk, then to finish on her back. Her own breath husky, heavy milky tits wobbling with every stroke of her fingers into her cunt, her orgasm is by no means as strong as Sia's, but pleasure floods through her and leaves her panting as she fingers herself and strokes her clit, purring. She doesn't stay seated for very long though, coming to the side of the table to lick Sia's back clean as she purrs against her, then looks up to Ronick. "Thank y' ver'h much f'r fuckin' m' need'h wife, good paladin..." Wyxt winks up at him, cum smeared against her cheek.

Ronick pants heavily for breath as he shakes his head and moves down into a low crouch behind Sia, "This is harder fight than any other... neh..." and closes his eyes for a moment as he begins to fill his body with holy light once more then opens his eyes and looks to Sia, reaching out slowly to place a hand against her hip as he begins to whisper, laying his hands on Sia and drawing out his energies to restore her.

Wyxt looks up, though, as she's addressed, and remembers that, you know, there are more people in the tavern! "Ahoy mate! Kroth, 'ow y' been?!" She grins wickedly, one hand on her wife's ass, rubbing lightly, before she leans over and begins to lick Ronick's shaft clean for him.

Sia slowly turns over on the table, panting for breath, but managing a pleased grin as she looks to Kroth. "'ello Kroth...long time no see big guy!" she waves with one hand a bit weakly, but feels the Paladin restoring her strength with his magic. She giggles playfully, sitting up on the table, then slipping down beside Wyxt, helping her clean up the paladin.

Ronick is caught off guard by Wyxt and lets out a quiet gasp, "That's still really sensitive!" he says a bit naively as he clenches his hands into fists and throws his head back, "Ne...."

Wyxt giggles, and shifts to the side, so she can vigorously stroke one side of Ronick's cock while Sia gets the other. Her arm wraps around Sia though, for her hand to support and knead opposing breast as their chests meet, and she winks up at Ronick. "...That bad mate?"

Sia giggles softly, her tongue lashing out to stroke along the length of the human's shaft, licking up her own juices mixed with his cum as she presses against Wyxt, holding herself against him tightly, her hand groping and squeezing her beloved's breast gently.

Ronick offers little resistance against the two trollish ladies as their tongues glide along his slick length and keeps his hands clenched into tight fist. Suddenly he lets out a grunt and begins to shiver before he jerks his hips up just a bit, spraying another load wildly across the two's faces before he drops back, barely catching himself on his elbows, "Light save me..."

Wyxt looks a bit surprised by that, but there's no way in hell the half-troll is complaining. She hugs Sia tight against her, so that thick load of hot spunk splatters across both of their cheeks and tits, now, as she grins, eyes closed just to make sure she's not blinded. "Ah, Ronick, I ain't f'r knowin' 'ow y' feel 'bout bein' all friendl'h wit' th' 'orde..." She's lying, he's just cum three times with trolls after all... "But m' crew ain't got no problem wit' 'umans aboard...."

Sia giggles happily, catching some of the delicious, hot seed with her lips, letting the other dribble onto her breasts, rubbing them together with Wyxt's, smearing the stuff all over them as she leans over to kiss her beloved with with her cum-smeared lips deeply and passionately. When she breaks back, she grins and nods to Wyxt's words. "Ya...I'd love ta have ye aboard!"

Wyxt takes care to steal as much cum as she can from Sia's lips in an affectionate surprise attack when they kiss, tongue swirling and cheeks pulling inward as Wyxt kisses her beloved, and, to seal the deal, swallows. Then, grinning wickedly, the Pirate Queen kisses Sia lightly on the lips once more, then winks up at Ronick. "I us'd t' be a pal'din once. Fanc'h that eh? Mayb'h lat'r I tell y' th' stor'h 'bout 'ow it got me 'ere." Even Sia might find that odd... Wyxt isn't sure if she told Sia the whole story before, though she's sure Sia knows most of it.

Ronick sits up weakly now as he looks between the two trolls slowly, "Oi... that lay on hands was to be my final gift... oi... now I am tired..." then pauses as the words sink in then rubs the back of his neck lightly, "Well... I've no problems with any race of the Horde... it's individuals I dislike. Ne?" Ronick looks to Wyxt slowly as he scratches his cheek for a brief moment, "As far as becoming a member of your group... oi... You aren't evil... and my oath is to aid all those in aid... I guess I have no problems serving if you need... and it'll help pay for my quarters... damned promotion."

Sia nods, smiling, a very pleased look on her features as she settles against Wyxt, holding her gently. She blinked a bit when Wyxt said those words, but aye, she did know most of the story already. She settles back against Wyxt, resting her head on her beloved's shoulder, closing her eyes.

Wyxt nods to Ronick, licking her lips lightly. "...Damn straight. Welcome t' th' Bloodsail crew mate! Y'll be glad t' 'ear we be an offshoot, not quite like th' bloodthirst'h folk up in Boot'h Bay. 'ence th' 'innocent' land op'ration 'ere at th' Lube an' Boot'h." Wyxt grins, licking cum from her lips as she hugs Sia. "Y' got a room 'ere then, an' y' got a place on th' boat, as well. Figure y' do bett'r as an agent on th' land in all that armor though, savvy?"

Ronick looks over to his armor and blade piled up near the table then turns his gaze back to Wyxt slowly before he offers a nod, "Just explain to me my duties and the regulations sometimes then... I'll await further dispatch of orders until then..." then rubs the back of his neck for a moment, "Oi... but if you don't mind... I think I could really use a bit of rest after that now."

Wyxt nods. "F'r now, that's th' ord'r o' business darlin'. Rest an' relax. We ain't movin' out an'h time soon. But push comes t' serve, we can always use a strong 'and 'round 'ere, f'r... ah... keepin' things und'r control, y' know? An' those spells be absolutel'h amazin' in 'ere, t' boot. An' wit' that in mind, it be 'bout time I take m' lovel'h spunk'h lad'h up t' th' room." She winks at him, then stands up, and, Sia in tow, begins to head up the stairs, grinning cheesily and giving a wave over her shoulder.



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 07



Sia slowly, gradually walks through the thick woods of Ashenvale, on her guard. She remembers this place, remembers having been here many times, having spied on the Alliance, the hated Night Elves and having killed quite a few in her time as Scout for the Horde. Now though, she wasn't adept with her blades anymore, that damned sickness contracted in Outland having made sure of that. Her divine powers were growing, but C'thun did not give everything at once. She had to earn it and she had to earn it through blood, sweat and hard work. But right now, she was still rather weak and she had to be on the lookout for scouts of the Alliance, lest she'd find herself subject to a surprise attack. She had a mission to accomplish here.

Vicious has been stalking Sia for a while now. Watching her as she makes her way down the dark paths of Ashenvale. The trees are gloomy, the shade dark and the air oppressive. The presence of the night elves didn't help. ...His appearance is sudden, as he moves through the trees, 'flanking' the scantily clad green woman, with her teasing, bouncing scantily clad chest, and that wiggling, firm but ample ass. And those cute tusks. No one could ignore those cute tusks. His entrance is sudden, as she passes by the bushes, a white blur erupting from amongst the leaves that would lunge at her, paws to thud against her shoulders, a surprisingly 'heavy' beast seeking to put her on all fours in the quick passing lunge that it makes.

Sia gasps, surprised. Darn it, even her senses have suffered from that episode in Outland and the resulting sickness. She stumbles, the heavy thud against her shoulders enough to make her trip and fall. Reflexively she puts her hands in front of her to catch her fall, landing, as intended by the attacker, on all fours, yelping slightly at the impact. She shakes her head, readying her defense and a spell to attack whatever it is that's attacking her even while she tries to push herself up. Her large, heavy breasts jiggle lightly from the fall, about to burst forth from the tight confinement of her top.

Vicious is a professional at stalking, though. In the lunging pass, the white blur of a form lands on the trail on the other side of Sia, tail whipping about as the massive white wolf twists about to face the heavy breasts, nearly helpless looking troll woman on all fours in front of him. Large tusks give the growling white wolf an almost feral grin as bright purple eyes narrow upon his prey... and Sia would realize, immediately, that this wolf does not belong here, as it has to be at least 'three' times the size of the other wolves in the area. Growling, the wolf, looking ready to leap again at any moment, begins to stalk around her in a slow, but mesmerizing, maybe terrifying, circle. ...Sia being the slut that she is, though, would probably notice that the wolf clearly is not looking for 'dinner.' The 'club' it wields is hard and swaying beneath it already, its' arousal quite evident even as it growls at the chosen bitch, to keep her in to keep her in place and in her 'proper' position.

Sia blinks lightly, her fingertips already tingling with shadowy energy, but she holds back, noting the...tool, this stalker presents. Her eyes follow the large animal slowly, the blood-red gaze following every step as it rounds her, stalks her and a slow, slight smirk spreads over her lips her tongue slipping out between her lips to slowly lick over them as she realizes what the intent behind this attack was. This wolf does not belong here, she realizes, though why it would be here she couldn't know. Has it stalked her...for the sole purpose of taking her. Quite thinkable, considering that hard cock and the thought of it manages to get Sia wet already, the thing strip of cloth between her legs dampening quickly.

Vicious can smell it on the air. The shaggy white-furred wolf can smell the slut's heat, her need to be his bitch, as he moves behind her, the wind carrying that strong tell-tale scent to him easily enough. One he is actually familiar with. Preferring troll bitches, the great wolf has indeed specifically targeted Sia, as he is QUITE overdue with meeting her by now. Heavy hung, with a cock to rival even Mister Smite's back aboard the Bloodsail boat, never mind that heavy knot, Vicious has been waiting too long for this, to meet this new bitch. He lunges again, coming from behind her the moment she turns her head to try to follow him... she would find paws heavy on her shoulders, to push the slut's tits against the cold rocky path even as his neck bends, jaws, carefully but surely, seeking to lock around Sia's neck, to hold her in place as, in defiance of that thin thong in the way, Vicious begins to rut against her ass. 

Vicious is only excited by the thin strip of cloth that tries to block his passage, his heavy shaft rubbing against Sia's wet cunt again and again as he growls against her, using his massive weight to keep her pinned beneath him. But, of course, he came for some pussy, and some pussy he will have. Hips bunch for a moment, the head of that heavy, thick, long girth to press against the lips of her cunt through the fabric, before he lunges forward into her, quite literally seeking to fuck his way into her right through the cloth and likely tearing it.

Sia gasps slightly as she is pushed down hard, her heavy tits being mashed to the ground beneath her, hands seeking to hold her in place somehow, but not moving. Not just because of the jaws that are now locked around her neck, but also because she simply doesn't want to. The Troll-slut wants what the big wolf has in mind for her and the wetness of her pussy is more than enough proof of that. She moans as she feels that thick shaft press against the cloth covering her pussy and as the little bitch in heat she is, one of her hand finds its way between her legs beneath her, fumbling for a moment but then managing to tear aside the thin piece of fabric to free the way. She probably wouldn't have had to do it, the big wolf eventually would have ripped through it, but she doesn't want to wait!

Vicious didn't care if the thong was moved or not. He certainly would have punched through it either way around. Feeling that hot, wet pussy around his thrusting shaft, the wolf does not waste time... unlike humans, unlike humanoids, he does not feel the need to sink in balls deep in his bitch first. He'll just fuck his way in, whether she wants to loosen up or not. And surprisingly, Sia would find herself a tight fit for the growling wolf atop her, the wolf's haunches slapping against her ass now as he ruts against her, forcing that thick shaft into her cunt a few more inches with every rough rut. Her tits would rub roughly against the grit and stone as the wolf does not go easy on his bitch in the least, determine to fit his entire two feet (mind you, the wolf is BIGGER than a tauren) into this troll bitch somehow, some way. Now, whether he manages, is a different story, but he was rutting until the head of his shaft is banging against the back of her womb.

Sia gasped louder, a little scream escaping her lips as she squeezes her eyes shut, pain and pleasure intermixing as the huge wolf thrusts deeper and deeper into her, forcing its way into her and having his way with her as he pleases. She groans, but does not even think about trying to get away, instead, she even pushes her ass backwards, meeting his thrusts as she forces herself to loosen up further, , her fingers digging into the ground at her sides as she tries to stabilize herself somewhat against the rough and brutal strokes from the large wolf. Her hard nipples rub against the ground harshly, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure she is receiving from the wolf, all in all making her thrust back even harder, begging the wolf to fuck his little bitch as he pleases. Not that he wouldn't have done so anyway.

Vicious feels it in her body, in the way that his bitch tries her damnedest to thrust back against him. But no, this is HIS toy for the night. Jaws, teeth sharp and intimidating, clamp down that little bit harder, enough that any bucking on her part will definitely result in her hurting herself. His way of saying "MY cunt." Dominant, eyes narrowed, the shivers of his growling running through his jaws to cause her to tremble, clamped as they are... Vicious is pleased to find that the troll bitch can damned near take all of him, only a few inches unable to fit into that tight, wet, needy troll cunt. A good bitch and a good choice. His pistoning is rough, fast, and he uses his chosen slut for the night as a toy, as his hole to get off in, knowing she loves it but making a point as she milks his throbbing cock. But those hard thrusts aren't the main concern... as a knot that has to be at least twice as thick as the rest of that pistoning cock begins to bump jarringly against the lips of Sia's hungry, horny cunt, demanding entrance into her already tight confines.

Vicious removes his paws from the bitches shoulders, and they come to rest on both sides of her heavy tits, scraping at green flesh just a bit, as the great wolf flexes its' jaw. The pistoning pauses, for only a moment, as now he 'pulls' the troll woman up... quite expecting the bitch to obediently put her hands underneath her, to hold herself up so he can angle himself in deeper, to force that thick knot into her. Then, jaws tighten once more, and he leans forward, hips rutting, that knot slamming almost painfully against her lips as he's determined to force it into her.

Sia groans as she is forced to remain still, but obeys, feeling that she is getting what she needs in any case. Her tits still pressed hard to the ground, she digs her fingers deeper into the ground, moans of pleasure and gasps coming from her lightly parted lips, her eyes still squeezed shut, the pain still mixing with the pleasure, especially now that the even thicker bump pushes against her entrance, against her hungry, needy pussy. Being the slut she is, she obediently pushes herself up on her hands when she feels what he wants, her heavy tits now hanging open as the top was long since scraped off while being rubbed on the ground. Her nipples stand out visibly, little droplets of her milk dripping to the ground beneath her from the arousal she is feeling, from the heat running through her. Her gasps increase in volume as he continues to thrust into her, trying to force that knot into her and she wills herself to relax her pussy as much as possible, to allow that knot to thrust into her, wanting it, needing it, her arms shuddering beneath her as she barely manages to keep herself up right like that.

Vicious probably would just settle for fucking her without stuffing her if he was a little more rational. If he wasn't a wolf that smells a bitch in heat, a bitch in need of being used. Each jarring thrust, each time the fur on his belly scratches that firm, fine ass, which luckily gives some nice support for his rough thrusts... he did so hate bony asses... loosens her up that little bit more... until with a lewd, rather audible, 'wet' slurp, the whore's cunt finally manages to fit his knot in. The confines almost 'painfully' tight for the wolf, never mind Sia, Vicious growls in victory, but his brutal thrusts into her cunt do not diminish in the least. She could feel that knot working up and down her cunt now, with each thrust, the wolf working to seed and mark his bitch now as it begins to rise towards her womb. 

Vicious is a bastard, using his toy the way he is. He convinced her to get up, to get on all fours to help him push that thick, painful knot into her... no... HIS chosen cunt. And now? Now, he forces her back down again, bending forward as that knot stuffs her, fills her, himself getting close and wanting his bitch down and low to the ground as he ruts into her.

Sia couldn't have supported herself much longer on her shaky arms anyway, the mix of pain and pleasure driving her rapidly towards the edge of orgasm. She gives little yells of pleasure now, small tears forming at the corners of her tightly shut eyes, but she enjoys it, oh yes how she enjoys being used as the bitch she is. Her tits once again are being pushed down onto the ground, her hardened, leaking nipples rubbing roughly against the hard floor as her fingers dig, once again into the ground. One hand shakily moves back between her thighs, fumbling and then reaching for the wolfs balls, giving the huge wolf yet another stimulant as he ruts into her harshly. Her pussy, stretched as abused as it is loosens up only a bit more, but still squeezes that thick, hard knob inside her tightly as it pounds into her. Her body jerks with every thrusts, shivering and shaking on the ground as her senses spin with the sensations the thick wolf-cock is giving her, and she encourages him, begs him to use her as his slut, harder and faster, squeezing him with her tight cunt.

Vicious finally, FINALLY is on the verge. The wolf trembling, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, Sia would feel that thick, climbing knot pushing against her womb, sealing her up, the knot swelling within her. The great white wolf finally releases her throat as he howls to the moon looming overhead, a loud, piercing howl that lets all the other wolves in the area know that this bitch is one GOOD fuck they need to try out, even as the knot of his shaft swells, and then thick gouts of scalding hot cum begin to fill Sia's no doubt already stuffed snatch. The thick knot seals her up, refuses to let that cum dribble out, and the great wolf has a lot of cum for this hot, milk-titted bitch. Sia would feel full, swollen almost, from that hot, thick cum resting in her womb as the wolf continues to rut against her despite being locked in her, determined to get every drop from his heavy balls into this needy slut, panting above her. And then, finally, after what must be several minutes, the great white wolf falls still atop her, panting and lying atop the bitch... after all, he won't be going anywhere until his knot loosens some. He licks at her neck, surprisingly 'playful' now, as he pants.

Sia 's senses cloud as she feels the thick, hot wolf-cum spill into her and that's enough to drive her over the edge and into a frenzied orgasm. Her hands claw at the ground as her own cry of pleasure joins into the howl of the wolf. Her entire body trembles almost violently as she cums, shaking beneath the still rutting, thrusting huge wolf, feeling her orgasm sweep her away in wave after wave of pure pleasure and bliss. She gasps and pants for breath, as the orgasm draws on, clawing at the ground at her sides, pushing herself back against his thrusts as much as he would let her until she slowly, gradually calms down after what seems to her like half an eternity. Moaning quietly beneath the now playful wolf, she barely manages to keep up on her knees, but enjoys the playful licks to her neck nonetheless. A shaking hand reaches up to brush through his soft fur as he licks her neck again and again.

Vicious is content to lie there with his bitch. ...And his mistress. The frost wolf howler whines, though it is not in fear but in a thankful tone, as Wyxt releases him from the Eyes of the Beast spell, the huntress not so sure if she should reveal herself where she sits on a hill not so far away. ...It also pleases Wyxt to find that the pleasure the beast found, she found in equal share, though from afar. She crosses her arms, as much to try to calm herself as because she feels smug, and decides she won't let Sia know she's returned the favor just yet.



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 08



It goes without saying that in the wilderness, you can't afford to let your guard down. Traveling from forest to forest, city to city, one's likely to meet all sorts of unsavory folk and beasts, and the two trollesses in question, tonight, have already had an encounter or two that luckily turned out pleasant enough. Tonight, on the edge of the forest, Wyxt hugs herself in her sleep, lying on a thin mat not so far away (but far enough!) near the low embers of a dying fire. Soothing the sleeping trolless, unknown to the both of them, is a very odd, tiny floating mass of glossy green tentacles, a large red eye peering down at Wyxt as it pets and soothes the lavender trolless. Sia is on watch, not so far away.. it's her turn to watch for trouble. Of course, no one can blame her if one or two of their kids slip by.**

Sia is peering into the darkness quietly, leaned back against a tree comfortably, though not too comfortably so as not to accidentally drift off to sleep. She doesn't really like guard-duty, but then again, it's part of the traveling life and truth be told, sometimes, a little time to think was not even bad. Tonight though, she doesn't think much, not much coming to mind. The days of traveling have dragged on and on by now and there is not much to think about except of how they got here and where they were going and that topic was slowly exhausting itself as a source for interesting thoughts. So her crimson gaze just looks out into the night, peering, alert, watching for signs of trouble.

Brigands are known to frequent the edges of these woods... hoping to catch travelers on the outskirts, to mug and run under cover of the trees. Even now they shift through the brush and trees, the faint wisps of smoke and light still drawing them like moths to the flame as they approach from the east. Not too many, two mounted brigands and three on the ground. Two men, an orc, and of all things, a murloc and a gnoll. The murloc looks to be some sort of shamanic type, clad in heavy, thick leathers, bright yellow eyes darting here and about. Some distance away, the scent of troll, of female troll, causes the murloc shaman to pause. His hulking guard, a gnoll clad in grisly blood stained armor and holding a massive poleaxe, comes to a stop, raising an eyebrow. The brigands don't seem to much care for each other, being a motley crew.

The murloc, however, seems to be the leader. Clutching a stave in one three fingered claw, a long, alien tongue running along its 'lips' as it glances up to the human glaring down at it from atop his saddle, the murloc puts a finger of its free hand to its lips. The gnoll leans down, and the murloc, whispering in their bizarre, crazy language, says something to the gnoll guard, who stands, and grins faintly. "Women." said in a husky, very low whisper. Horses are held still and quiet, the brigands all exchanging glances. Everyone knew what that meant. The murloc slips forward, the gnoll quietly, at least, as quiet as he can be, following behind.

Sia is still watching, and she feels a faint tingling as though she should see something, or as if something was watching her. Her attention is piqued. She knows about the bandits in this area, knows that there are quite a few who stalked traveling people, such as Wyxt and herself, but then again it might just be another traveler, or just an animal, maybe even a pack prowling the woods. She shifted a bit, but remained seated against the tree, her crimson gaze staring into the darkness ahead, trying to see if there was anything she could make out, any kind of shape that would be an explanation for that strange tingling sensation. Her large breasts rise and fall slowly with her steady breathing, pressed together tightly as usual by her crimson dress, one leg drawn up to her chest and thus exposed to the night's air.

The gnoll splits from the shaman. At a nod from the murloc, along with a grotesque (as most things are with the fish men) wink, the gnoll shambles towards the camp, the shaft of his poleaxe clasped in both hands. Grunting, growling, the bandit is easy to spot as the light flicks off his armor, drawing close to the sleeping Wyxt, who has wisely started sleeping in her thong, at least. ...At the sight of the curious little demon tending to her though, the gnoll blanches. Males have learned the hard way that the dream stalkers don't particularly 'have' to use females. Backing away, the gnoll glances over his shoulder towards the humans, shaking his head quite firmly. Hell no. The murloc on the other hand, waits, watching, eyes narrowed. One hand on its staff, the other fingers ingredients in his pocket, waiting. Waiting for her to attack the gnoll that seemed to think himself sneaky. Was she a warrior, or a caster, was the question.

Sia shifts fluidly into a standing position and her eyes seem to be ablaze suddenly with inner light and fire. Shadows seem to dance over the trolless' skin as she calls forth her power, the power of the shadows. Eyes gleam with dangerous fury at the thought of anyone trying to attack her beloved while sleeping and from her fingertips a bolt of shadow lurches, hurtling through the night's air towards the gnoll even as she prepares yet another shadowy attack. She is focused on the gnoll, not having seen the murloc yet and not intent on detecting any more threats until this one would be out of the way.

The murloc grins. If not for the thick, shaggy hides and leathers, one could see the firelight play off its glossy, pointed teeth as Sia reveals herself. The murloc 'could' drop his totem, and save the gnoll a stinging lash of pain, but the murloc is elitist. Maybe a lash of fire will teach the gnoll to be a little more watchful for sentries, instead of blindly assuming there were none about. Ah well. The gnoll yelps as he's hurtled to the ground, his ax falling in the dirt and one hand going to his shoulder, at the strangely 'cold' pain of the shadow pulling at his soul. The murloc, though, naturally has other plans. A totem is dropped, corrupting powders of fel origin sprinkled over the vile totem as the murloc gurgles and chants. "Mrrrrrgggglllleee..." 

Abruptly, the totem fills with a dark power, a corrupted twist to the magic absorbing but wholesome totems often used in the horde. When Sia goes to cast her next spell, the totem draws the very spell from her lips, and the trolless would find herself, at least when trying to cast magic, mute and numb, the totem feeding off the shadowy energies. Of course, it's not permanent, the murloc eying the bag of fel dust as the brigands look on with faint disgust (but fear and admiration.). Abruptly, the orc would appear at Sia's side, clad in black leather, one thick fist reaching for her arm, the other holding a dagger in hand. "Ye ain't got much, don't give us no trouble troll bitch, or we'll gut ye an' have ya f'r dinner!"

Sia whirls around. She might not be as strong as she used to be, not as quick as she used to be when she was an elite spy, scout and assassin for the Horde, but she had not forgotten everything. One hand reaches for her staff and in the same, sweeping motion, brings it around to aim a blow at the orc's hand reaching for her. She would have screamed if she could, but as the Totem was muting her, and also numbing her, the whole action was more or less uncoordinated and weak, though she hoped that at least the surprise would work for her. She only had to distract them long enough for the muteness to go away...only that long.

The gnoll slaps somewhat desperately at the lingering shadowy bolt that won't seem to let go of its shoulder, cold seeping into its flesh, numbing its arm as it pants frantically. Strangely, Wyxt doesn't wake, but the reason why would be revealed when the gnoll rolls away, the tiny dream stalker keeping the trolless asleep, not quite understanding that there's trouble about and Wyxt needs to wake. It didn't help that Sia hadn't known it was there in the first place. Sia's surprising whirl DOES catch the orc off guard, and he skips back two steps, wincing painfully from the numb feeling in his fingers as he grunts. "Ye daft?! We'll kill th' both o' ye ya don't coordinate, green skin." The cavalry, apparently, has arrived, one of the men, clad in burlap and leathers, peering down at her. A crossbow sits in his hand, and while the lot of them clearly don't want to go anywhere near the dream stalker soothing Wyxt's apparently troubled sleep, the men don't quite seem to think killing from afar beneath them. The orc blows on his fingers, looking relieved to find none of them broken, before he moves to grab her around the waist, seeking to tackle her to the ground. "Yer gonna pay f'r that trollop!" The murloc watches in silence and amusement. He plans to have a little fun with this one later, but let the men savor first. They'll owe him and have to thank him later. The gnoll sits up on one knee as shadow bleeds out of him, filtering into the green glowing totem and it gives a low whine in thanks.

Sia snarls...well, she would snarl if she could make a sound, but now she has no chance of resisting much anymore. The staff flies from her hand as she is tackled to the ground and lands on her back, wincing slightly as the breath is pushed from her lungs. Heavy tits jiggle with the impact and her dress is torn in several places from the rough ground, causing the already present tears in the fabric to widen, exposing more glossy, green skin to the night's air. She flails about wildly, kicking and punching for a moment, but the freezes when she realizes the men have crossbows armed at her and at Wyxt. She bites her lips...they had her. She could not do anything that would possibly harm her beloved.

The two men on horseback trade grins as the orc tosses his dagger aside. This close, he doesn't need the dagger. One foot kicking away the staff, the orc grins down at her as he pins her to the ground, his thick, burly leather clad chest pressing somewhat tightly against her heavy tits as he grunts with approval. "I be sayin' we found quite the treasure. Too bad the damned eye worm is fondling the other." One of the men mutters. The orc, and the men, glance to the murloc standing off to the side in the shadows. With the faintest of nods from the murloc, the orc wastes no time.

He shifts, moving to pin her arms at her side so he can hike up her dress. Unlike the other brigands, who plan to use the time for a little fun, the orc is going to have to be the first sentry. That, and he doesn't want to wait, he's not a big fan of sloppy seconds like some of the men. His stiff, thick cock throbbing, even through the leather of his pants, against her leg, he moves to get her disrobed as one of the humans dismounts to help.

Sia growls or, again, would have growled had she been able to. As it is, she just stares up at the orc defiantly for a moment, but the pressure on her large breasts does arouse her, particularly since the hard leather rubs at her nipples through the thin fabric of her clothing and being the slut she is, that already makes for her cunt to grow wet under her thong even before she feels the thick cock against her leg and feels them beginning to undress her. She struggles a little still, but it is a weak struggle and she is more or less accepted to what will certainly be coming. Make the best of it...that was what she had said to Wyxt when they had been captured by those Quillboars and why shouldn't that apply now? 

The orc blinks with pleasure when those heavy tits swell against his chest, the arousal evident even through his leather. "Ye looking to make a little trollorc whore?" he chuckles. Slipping his pants down, one of the human men holding her arms down now, the rogue orc grunts, one tusk lightly grazing Sia's cheek, as he crushes himself against her, slipping up between her legs. He tugs sharply on the thong, seeking to snap it rather than simply pull it off as he grunts, taking a moment to savor the sight of Sia's dripping wet, hungry cunt, before he slips forward, the head of his thick, throbbing green cock rubbing against the wet lips of her pussy. His breath is hot on her face, then on her neck, before he rams himself into her warmth, spreading her lips wide, hands seeking those heavy tits to maul them now.

Sia widens her eyes briefly and her lips open in a silent gasp as her hungry cunt is speared by that thick cock. She lurches slightly underneath the orc, but instead of withdrawing as he might be used to from other "treasures", she instead moves her hips to grind them against him, seeking to bury him deep within her. Her cunt, loose as it may be to slip into, clenches down on that thick cock, squeezing it, pulling it further inside her as she arches her back to push her heavy, large breasts against his mauling hands. She licks her lips a little, her gaze briefly flicking over to Wyxt. Her only regret at this moment is that her beloved is asleep and can't watch things, but then again, she is glad that their children are providing for protection from these bandits.

The orc is surprised, and the humans, chuckling but a bit nervously. The gnoll and murloc watch in silence, the gnoll licking its muzzle, the murloc idly rubbing its stave as the orc grunts. He has to be nearly a foot long, the orc very well hung, used to 'tenderizing' treasures to see just how much they can take. Pinching her wet, thick nipples between his fingers as his hips shift, spreading her legs all the wider, the orc grunts as his balls settle on Sia's hot, plush ass, the orc leaning down against her, pushing himself deeper into her clenching cunt until he's balls deep. Then, leaning over her, his hands leave her tits, to settle over her arms, pinning her beneath him as his back arches and he begins to fuck her in thick, vigorous strokes with that slightly ribbed, thick green shaft, the sounds of fucking starting to fill the air.

Sia, still muted, can only moan in silence, though her features reveal enough of the lust this Troll-slut is feeling as the orc begins to thrust into her. Her body shakes with every one of those powerful thrusts and her tits jiggle with it, bouncing slightly as she arched her back, grinding her hips against the orc hungrily, her well-trained cunt-muscles clenching around the thick, ribbed shaft, goading the orc, teasing him to thrust and fuck her as fast and hard as he can. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips and over her small tusks as she twists her head a little, looking around to see who else was there in close range, wondering what the others were waiting for. There's after all, more than one hole to be filled in this slut.

Oh, they know. Already, one of the men's pants have hit the dirt, his hand stroking a modestly sized shaft, the smell of pre-cum mingling with the smell of wet, cock-filled cunt as he grins. "Let her up a bit, lets see those pretty lips work eh Osc?" The orc grunts, and he sweeps one arm beneath her, to pin her arms to her sides even as he crushes her heavy tits against his chest. Now, it's revealed that the orc is somewhat short, his face nearly even with her tits, his free hand used on the ground for leverage as he pounds into her wet cunt, causing her tits to jiggle against his chest with every thrust... the orc doesn't hold back, doesn't show any 'mercy,' setting a furious, fast rhythm, just wanting to fill this hot troll bitch with his thick porcine seed.

The human standing beside them weaves his fingers into Sia's hair, guiding her face to his cock as if she wouldn't be drawn to it anyway, cock rubbing against her cheeks, cock slapping her and getting pre-cum across her lips a moment as he teases the slutty troll. "Ya want that thick meat eh, ya hungry slut? Lets see how much eh?" He waits for her to lick him, to take him in her mouth himself, as the other hand, rubbing at his crotch now, but waiting, grins.

Sia licks her lips once more, tasting the delicious pre-cum on her lips before her tongue darts out to lick along the length of the human's shaft, small tusks grazing over the sensitive skin before she draws back just a little, but only to put her lips around the head of that cock and guide it into her mouth, the small tusks now serving as guidance for that cock. She moves to take it in deeper and deeper until it hits the back of her throat, where she gags briefly until she relaxes and takes it that additional bit into her throat, face now buried in the human's crotch while she continues to ride the orc, her hips grinding back against every fierce thrust, cunt clenching tightly around the thick shaft to milk it for everything it's worth.

The orc grunts, breath heavy, lost in lust, as he buries the head of his shaft deep into Sia's womb, feeling her sealed tight around him, milking his cock for all he's worth and then some. Sweating, the smell of leather on the air mingling with the lewd sounds of fucking, his balls slapping her ass again and again, the orc tenses suddenly, telltale, as he thrusts deep, with a savage lunge, into the trolless. Hips bump roughly against her own, jarringly, as he groans, and his balls tense, thick, hot, stringy ropes of cum beginning to lash at Sia's sensitive womb, filling up her slutty cunt as he grunts into her breasts. A horse paws nervously at the ground at the sounds of fucking and lust nearby.

The human in Sia's mouth grins as she begins to suckle on his cock, then eyebrows raise rather high when she begins to flat out deep throat him, the human surprised by her talent and feeling his knees go weak as the head of his sensitive shaft rubs against her throat. Her nose buried in his crotch hair, it takes the brigand a long moment just to regain his composure, but he grits his teeth... if he came too soon, he wouldn't be much of a man before his peers. Hands woven in her hair now, he begins to fuck those slutty troll lips, groaning with pleasure that excites the other men.. this trolless is a rare, skilled find indeed.

Sia would now possibly even chuckle between moaning, but a) she's still mute and b) she's got a cock deep in her throat and she isn't about to let go of it, no sir. Feeling the orc spill his seed inside her womb only makes her that much more horny, the brief but furious fuck not yet having been enough to get the trolless over the edge. She continues to buck her hips, grinding them, slamming them down onto the orc to keep him buried deep inside her, milking his thick shaft of every last drop of cum while she begins to bob her head slowly, sliding that cock between her lips in and out of her mouth and throat, taking it in as deep as possibly and, when it is back in her throat, swallowing around it, squeezing the shaft inside her mouth tightly.

The orc grunts and thrusts against her, filling that cum slick, needy cunt with his spurting cock again and again, but he can only hold out so long before he begins to feel his stamina declining. With a grunt, he finally rolls off of her, taking a moment to rub his cum-coated cock against her thigh as he rises. He pulls up his pants, and hastily moves to the perimeter to set up watch, rubbing sweat from his brow and panting.

...The other human, of course, wastes no time at all, slipping down between her legs and feeding his dick into her like a snake. "Smooth an' slick..." he mumbles as he pushes in... apparently savoring the way his cock displaces that thick, stringy seed, as he fills her cunt up once more.

The standing man thrusts between Sia's lips, grunting, fucking her suckling lips and swallowing throat like it's a pussy in itself. "We're going to have to see what else a slut like this'll do. Wonder if we can get our hands on the other..." he grunts as he fucks those faintly grinning lips, balls slapping against her chin with each lunge, his hands in her hair holding her in place for him, since she seems to be able to take him so well. Loving the feel of her tongue on his cock, on the way she works his shaft that already has him sweating and panting, the brigand doesn't say more. The gnoll, on the other hand, with a lecherous grin and whine, moves to one of the horses, the murloc nodding in approval and beginning to whisper some other fel chant as he moves to the steed.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 08



Sia continues her sucking of the cock between her lips, her tongue wrapping around it inside her mouth as it thrusts deep into her throat, swallowing again and again around it to add that much extra pressure, to make it that much more impossible for the bandit to hold out very long. She's good at doing this after all, a natural inclination and years of practice having taught her quite a few tricks. Happy that her cunt is not left alone after the nice, but too short first run, she thrusts her hips down onto the next taker, her wet, sloppy cunt gripping that dick just as tightly as the orc before, as she moves to work him deep into herself, her large, heavy breasts jiggling with every thrust of the man, the cloth covering her nipples damp with the trickles of milk coming from them.

The man fucking her now loves the sight of her milky, heavy tits jiggling before him. He reaches up, since the slut is willing to spread herself for him, and he doesn't restrain her, instead moving to rip the cloth over her wet tits... after all, the dress had been ruined in her bit of a tumble. Thrusting into her, grunting, he frees her breasts, so that milk flicks about a bit freely before he leans forward, sealing his lips around Sia's right nipple, suckling that warm milk from her bosom as he grunts. His cock lunges into her hungry, wet cunt again and again, dislodging some of the cum, though he isn't quite as 'endowed' as the orc was, the head of his shaft just 'peeking' into her womb again and again as he fucks her.

Sia's suckling is either divine or that of a succubus, and the man between her lips doesn't ask too many questions. Rough thrusting slows now, balls resting on her chin, as he begins to drag the face fuck out into long, slow thrusts, trying, somewhat desperately, to hold out against her suckling, against the pressure against his throbbing cock threatening to pull him over the edge. Initially, he'd just wanted to 'use' the troll slut, now he wants to 'savor' her. "Ugh... not yet you trollop..." he grunts, pulling, after a few slow, agonizing thrusts, from her lips to rub his saliva smeared cock against her cheeks.

Sia makes an almost disappointed sound as the cock is pulled from her lips and she licks those full lips teasingly, moaning in silence as the other man beneath her keeps fucking her wet, sloppy cunt with powerful thrusts. her tits, freed now, jiggle even more, milk trickling down her glossy green skin as she rides him, hips thrusting to bury the bandit's cock as deep inside her as possible. Her eyes are half closed by now as she savors the feeling of her cunt being filled but her lips beg for more, tongue darting out to lick over her little tusks a little in anticipation.

The bandit in her cunt does not last long. He, unlike his friend, is using that sloppy cunt, those sloppy seconds. Unlike his orc friend, he couldn't care less if he gets the trolless pregnant, either. All that is important is to fuck, fuck, fuck this whore. "Ugh... such a tight cunt..." Sia could feel him throbbing in her already, groaning as he lunges deep into her, his hips painfully meeting her own to the point that even his groans against her heavy tits are somewhat pained. Any disappointment, though, that he might come soon is washed away by the gnoll's words. "Hurr'h up. Want t' see 'er fuck th' 'orse." The spell cast on the horse has the steed neighing, sweating, its thick, muscled, intimidating cock throbbing with need and lust as it rears for a moment, the murloc soothing the stud.

The man who had been between her lips grins, but continues to tease her, stroking himself against her wet, glossy green skin. Now that he knows what the plan is, though, he's waiting a bit, hearing the telltale, somewhat labored sounds of his human companion nearby. Watching those green tits jiggling, rubbing against her and teasing the lips of the needy troll slut with his cock, he keeps himself erect but waiting, since he doesn't want to have to switch positions when she's bent over for the horse.

Sia tries to catch that cock that keeps teasing her with her lips, still slamming herself down on the one fucking her cunt. She does not care if he holds out very long, not after hearing what has been promised. Her eyes flick to the horse momentarily and even she is slightly taken aback by the size of the cock on that one. But she grins playfully after a moment, remembering all the things she had already taken and enjoyed. She would thoroughly enjoy this one as well, but she wanted some cum in her mouth as well, not -just- in her cunt. Her hips move faster, her cunt gripping that cock even tighter than before in anticipation of what would soon fill her up.

The gnoll and the murloc seemed to be waiting for last. The man between her legs, grunting now, not much unlike the orc, takes her tits in both hands, fondling and kneading, squeezing almost painfully, except that her tits are so large, he can't quite get his hands that full as he squeezes them to get the leverage. Panting, he presses tight against her, breath hot on the sexy trolless' neck as he begins to fill her with his seed, thrusting deep into her, cock spasming within her demanding walls as his balls tighten and his back arches, surely painful, and her womb is bathed with a second batch of cum. All of that would be washed out soon enough though...

The human with his hands in her hair eases up somewhat, one hand releasing her. The human between her legs, as soon as he pulls out, leaving a sloppy, white puddle between Sia's legs, is pushed away somewhat roughly, earning the man cock-slapping her a glare, before he moves to help Sia up. "On your feet whore. Bend over, spread yourself for him, and turn your head to the side. You want this cock so bad..." he chuckles. The horse is led forward, the tapered end of that thick, arm long throbbing, veiny shaft hanging low, paws scratching at the ground again. Sia is led near a tree... after all, the horse had to have somewhat to support itself and they didn't want to have hoofs hitting her.

Sia willingly moves up and to the tree, bending over, sticking her ass up in the air and parting her legs so her sloppy, wet cunt is plainly visible for all to see. Her juices, mixed with orc and human cum dribble down her thighs slowly to the ground as she stands there, bent over, tits jiggling beneath her as she does so, small droplets of milk dropping to the ground. She turns her head as well, indeed hungry for that cum, hungry for that cock to fill her mouth again and to cum inside her. She wants a taste of that cock and soon. her gaze does flicker back to the horse that is now being led to her more than once though, anticipation in her eyes, wriggling her ass a little, invitingly for the horse to mount this willing fuck-slut.

The horse is led up. The murloc steps back... the smell of sex thick on the air, the thick human cock before Sia's lips and hands once more weave into her beautiful hair, unmistakable. The gnoll gasps as Sia wiggles her wet, gleaming sexy ass, and it's quite clear what 'he' is waiting to fuck as he licks his lips, drooling. The horse sniffs the air, and moves up behind Sia. The rugged, furry muzzle nudges between her legs, the horses nose alone enough to cause Sia's legs to spread slightly, before, slick with her juices and that sloppy cum, the horse lifts its' head, and neighs, the noise loud and booming in the night. ...The totem flickers out, and the magic is restored to Sia. The murloc doesn't seem to pay that any heed.

The horse rears up, and drapes himself over Sia, the mithril-shod hooves settling over a thick, sturdy branch, draped just over Sia's shoulders. That thick, heavy, foot and a half long cock presses tight against the lips of her wet cunt, the cum lubrication for what is waiting for her, as the man waiting for her to suck his cock once more grunts. "Guide him into ya, dirty troll whore." Said with a bit of a grin, the head of his cock rubbing against her lips.

Sia doesn't pay her returning magic any heed either. She wants this right now and she is enjoying the little fuckfest. her only regret remains that her beloved isn't watching, but fast asleep. She moans now though, her voice restored, only to be cut off again when she takes that cock between her lips again, sucking on it hungrily, taking it again deep into her throat and squeezing it between her lips, swallowing around it to give that little extra pressure. When she feels that thick, long shaft press against her slick, wet pussy, she stops the wriggling of her ass and shifts a little, pushing herself backwards against that huge, thick cock, her loose cunt taking it in inch by inch.

The horse doesn't much care for slowly being pulled in. Once he's given the proper direction, the horse bucks forward. A stud, a stallion, the horse is, magically induced, in a mind to breed and to fuck, and Sia's cunt, while slick, wet, and spread lewdly wide, is still a tight fuck for the magically-crazed stud. The blunt end of that thick, throbbing horse meat slides up Sia's tight channel, cum spurting out around that slickened shaft as the horse snorts, the thick, but blunt end of its cock pounding home into her cervix as hips shift, causing the thick shaft to shift in her, just a bit, the horse, positioning itself for a good, rough fuck of a ride.

The man between Sia's lips doesn't tease her this time, nor waste time. Her head turned sideways so that he's not in the horse's way (and thus, not pissing it off), he begins to fuck her cock sucking lips this time, balls slapping against her cheek and chin with each lunge, one hand in her hair, the other against a nearby tree, as he groans, using her lips. He knows he won't hold out long at all after all the teasing and suckling earlier, but Sia'll need her breath while the horse is fucking her.

Sia gasps around the cock in her mouth, her eyes clenching shut, little tears rolling down her cheeks for a moment from the overwhelming sensations and the pain that the lurch gave her as the horse buried its huge cock inside her. She breathes heavily through the nose, not willing to let go of the cock before the bandit has emptied his load into her throat. She sucks on the cock in her mouth hungrily and also a bit desperately now, knowing that she will need her breath soon so she wants to finish him off quickly and thus, uses all the tricks she knows, tongue curling, brushing along the shaft, her tusks grazing the skin lightly, throat swallowing around it while she shudders under the horse, steadying herself against the tree somewhat, but feeling her knees grow weak.

The horse whinnies in triumph as he pounds home into the trolless' womb, her slick, tight cunt feeling better than any mare the crazed horse could ever recall. The murloc continues to sprinkle magic over the horse, keeping it on edge, but tame enough not to 'kill' the trolless beneath it, as the horse begins to buck against her, each lunge of that thick, heavy hung shaft driving cum from Sia's clenching cock, each thrust rough, punching up into her womb, though, the lunges come to a sharp halt before they can cause any real damage. Still, each lancing thrust of that thick, almost club like, veiny cock into Sia's wet, slick cunt would drive the wind from her lungs, her heavy tits flopping, the horse snorting as it fucks her and fills her again and again. Thick, heavy horse balls slap Sia's thigh and belly somewhat lewdly, loudly, with each lunge, the horse's breath hot in her hair and over her face, steaming her deep throating work as he fucks her. 

The man between Sia's lips has no divine endurance, didn't have much stamina to begin with. Sia pulls all of her tricks in a desperate bid for cum and then glorious air, and the man fucking her face is overcome, as the horse rocks her lips up and down the length of his cock and Sia's tongue, tusks, and throat do wonders. With a sharp gasp, he pulls tight against her face, her nose buried in thick, coarse crotch hair now, as his cock twitches in her throat, and then hot, thick spurts of white paint the back of her throat, his balls twitching against her chin as he loses himself within her mouth.

Sia groans around the shaft in her mouth, hungrily swallowing up all the cum she can, though some does escape her tightly pressed lips, trickling down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She keeps the man between her lips until she is certain she has sucked him dry, no more cum to be had before she releases him from her lips and pants for air now. Her hips buck under the powerful thrusts of the horse, driving her forward against the tree and the wind from her lungs with every stroke as the horse buries itself inside her womb. She moans and gasps and even little screams now emit from the slut-trolless, her lewd cunt stretched wide open by the thick cock, but still clenching it tightly. her knees buckle, but she keeps herself upright to allow the horse to plunge into her deeply, her mind spinning with the sensational feelings, groaning with the deep, carnal lust. Her first orgasm comes and goes, causing her to buckle a little under the horse, but she won't stop moving her hips back and forth, moving against the thrusts to stimulate the stallion.

The horse doesn't ease up, no matter the gasps, small screams, or worries of the trolless beneath it. Those cries, however, result in a faint stirring in the camp not so far off, Wyxt sitting up, unnoticed, her thoughts swirling a bit, and their child hastily departing before its discovered as Wyxt rubs her forehead. Still, the lavender trolless is much too out of it to piece together what woke her. The horse shows no mercy, driving that thick, equine cock deep into Sia's loose, lewdly stretched cunt again and again, only magic keeping him from permanently damaging the slut beneath her. The tree shudders with every lunge of the horse into her cunt, her ass jiggling from the force of the thrusts, the trolless able to feel the horses' heartbeat against her back, pounding 'almost' as fast as his frenzied cock pistons in and out of her with desperate, hot need. The stallion rears again with a loud whinny, only to pull himself closer, to force his cock a few inches deeper into her, the blunt end banging into her womb again and again, spearing its way up into her as the horse seems to be giving damned near its entire life energy just to fuck the hot slut below it. The men stare with undeniable awe, the murloc grinning lecherously and the gnoll blatantly stroking himself now.

Sia is more or less out of control with lust right now. Eyes half shut, fluttering occasionally as she looks back and forth, panting with desperate need for air for every hard thrust drives that air from her lungs, gasping, screaming softly, with pleasure and lust as she is fucked so thoroughly by the horse above her. Legs spread apart wide to give the stallion the best access, she thrusts her hips against the stallion, clenching that hard, thick shaft as tightly as she can with powerful cunt-muscles, milking it, giving the horse the ride of a lifetime, even though the normal order of rider and ridden is reversed right now. She is slick with sweat, bits of cum dribbling from her lips down her chin, tits flopping wildly beneath her, milk dribbling to the ground in slow, small trickles as the horse keeps pounding into her.

The horse snorts, and Sia could feel the telltale twitch near the base of the horses' shaft as it continues to pound away into her again and again. Still, though, it seems the horse is not out of stamina, sweating and snorting, almost frothing at the mouth, as his chosen mate, his 'mare' for the night, receives him so willingly. Corded muscles bunch and lunge, filling her womb with more cock than cum for once again and again, driving the wind out of her, the men savoring the sight of Sia's flopping tits and unquestionable lust... and the horse still doesn't cum. Sia can feel, though, the throbbing, the thickening of that equine shaft as that hot cum starts to rise up that pounding, veiny shaft, spreading her that tiny bit wider as the thrusts begin to become more erratic, more crazed and desperate.

Sia leans up just that tiny bit to steady herself further against the tree as she can feel the stallion about to shoot his load inside her. She's ready, more than ready now. With her tits still flopping wildly beneath her, every powerful thrust shaking her entire body and causing her to gasp with the sheer pleasure of it, she grinds her hips back as good as she can, squeezing that shaft, milking it, wanting him to erupt inside her, desperate to be filled again, and completely this time. She moans, gasps, shivers beneath the horse, her own orgasm not far off, the second one and probably more intense one, too what with the intensity of the fucking involved. She bites her lower lip, her knees buckling, weakening, barely able to hold her up anymore.

The horse lunges forward, a last, desperate lung. Sia is, tonight, thanks to the murloc's magic, a succubus, the stud, unknown to its 'former' rider, giving its all in that last lunge. Impaled on that thick, throbbing, hot horse meat, the stud filling her womb with cock as the head of that tapered end spreads and it gives one last, desperate, scream of a whinny, cums, an eruption of hot, thick, somewhat clear white heat filling Sia's womb to the brim, swirling around that throbbing cock meat, and spurting out of her milking cunt eve as the second lash of hot cum spurts into her needy, hot cunt. The stallion twitches within her, giving one, then another, last desperate lunges, emptying those heavy, nearly melon sized balls into Sia's womb and cunt, a puddle of white on the ground between her spread legs now.

Sia only yelps, incapable of coherent speech or even much sound making as the wind is pushed from her lungs with that last lunge and she just shudders violently against the tree beneath the horse, her body shaking with her own orgasm as she feels the stallion fill her up to the point of spilling the seed to the ground, her womb filled to the brim and then more. She moans when she can breathe again, holding herself upright somehow against the tree, her body weak and trembling, but still being pounded by that thick horse-cock. Her cunt clenches tightly around the shaft, milking it for all its worth, refusing to let go until the last of the stallion's seed is spent inside her, even if a good deal of it already drips back out to the ground, the Troll-slut unable to keep all of it inside after all.

The horse finally slows, then stops. Against her back, Sia could feel the heartbeat grow still, the horse given utterly to the lust and its passion, the heat of the moment. The murloc gurgles with glee, before the gnoll nods to the two humans, who would, carefully, help Sia off that cum-drenched horse cock. Wyxt is lying still once more, but this time, there is no dream stalker... the lavender trolless is pretending to be asleep and trying to keep the frown off her face so it's not obvious, as Sia is pulled to the edge of the camp and set only a few feet away from her beloved. The murloc wags a finger, and the gnoll speaks for it. "You get short break. Don't try nothin' funny. We break magic once, we do it again." The gnoll grimaces... after all, he was the one who got hit by the shadow spell. They circle the camp for now, Wyxt sniffing, notably, at the smell of the horse cum puddling between Sia's legs.



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 09



Sia had been placed back in the camp, left as the sloppy mess she'd been made by the Stallion and the men...plus the orc who had taken the time to recover by now. The two men had returned to the others for now, taking a breather themselves from the little fun they had had with the Troll-bitch who was now on the ground, still moaning softly in the heat of the afterglow of her orgasm and covered in cum as she was. Sia didn't quite know what to do at this very moment, but then again, she didn't feel much in shape to do anything at all really. The Stallion had worn her out quite a bit to be honest and the bandits were surveying the camp and fixing their greedy eyes on Wyxt as she lay there, still sleeping at least in their eyes. Sia knew she was pretending, but that didn't do her or Wyxt much good right now. She somehow doubted the Bandits were finished with them. 

Sure enough the murloc shaman soon pointed to Wyxt and the orc and the humans began to move towards her. Wyxt doesn't quite know what's happened, but from the sounds of people around them, she's willing to wager her beloved was overrun on the third watch. Eyes closed, the smell of cum thick on the air, Wyxt expects to find Sia bound and gagged, but lying on her side as she is, somewhat hugging herself on her bedroll, Wyxt realizes she herself isn't bound. One dark red eye opens, just a bit, to peer across the clearing at her beloved, and Wyxt looks faintly puzzled... of course, she has no idea the shaman used a silencing totem on Sia, and has no idea why Sia never called out for help during her 'ordeal.' The half-troll purses her lips a moment in quiet contemplation, facing away from the approaching bandits and somewhat unaware that she is next on the menu. 

The orc, the most rested of the three after all is first to come to Wyxt and he doesn't take chances. Not caring about being gentle or even treating a "Lady" right, he leans down and grabs Wyxt by the arms to attempt to flip her over to her back while the two humans surround her and prepare to get back to the fun. Two great pieces of woman in one night, that was certainly a decent reaping for a night's work. Not quite satisfied yet, or rather, still greedy, they look down at Wyxt with hungry stares, eyes roving over her scantily clad body with a clearly readable intention in their eyes. Of course they weren't here just for the sights. The murloc and his bodyguard move a little closer to the camp, but still well out of reach, observing. 

Wyxt gasps as she's rolled over, heavy tits jiggling, barely restrained, within that skimpy red silk vest as she's put on her back. Caught by surprise, just for the moment, her legs are closed, hands moving to attempt to shove the orc flipping her over, not quite realizing she's surrounded just yet as whatever sleepiness remained in her mind vanishes in a flash. Wyxt hadn't bothered to wear the thong since that curious night where she'd woken dripping wet and full of cum, but she still wore the simple vest that showed off most, but not all, of her tattooed breasts. 

"Ah ah....she's awake...but ye wouldn't want ter give us trouble, would ye little slut?" the orc said and smirked, looking to the human bandits briefly. One of them smirked and leveled his crossbow slowly...but not at Wyxt, instead, focusing the point on Sia, who was still curled up close by and of course, still unable to move. The threat was clear and the intent in the eyes of the men and the orc could not be misread. The other human came to the side left free by the orc so she was now basically surrounded, though even if she could have done anything about that...there was still that crossbow pointed at Sia and the murloc Shaman and his bodyguard were also still there, something that probably was a smug grin on the murloc's strange features. "Prepare her...I think my guard wants a lil fun as well..." the murloc said at that point and the gnoll licked his chops hungrily. 

Wyxt glances to the crossbow, then to Sia. Lying on her back, one breast exposed to the firelight already from her minor struggling, the orc looming over her, Wyxt stares at the sight of the messy Sia, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Wyxt grumbles about Sia having had yet 'another' 'horse.' Still, the sight of sloppy Sia is a hot one, and even though Wyxt doesn't readily part her legs yet, the smell of her mounting arousal creeps into the air as she pouts, only the threat diminishing her lust, then looks to the orc and humans, biting her lower lip. Vaguely, she remembers the quillboar, and nods. "Ya 'ave me then, jus' don't be 'urtin' m' Sia." Her legs spread, at that, for the orc atop her, hips wriggling a bit to give her some room, her slit not too wet just yet, but a little moist from seeing Sia a mess. 

The orc nods, satisfied and large, powerful hands begin to grope at that exposed, large breast, kneading it roughly in calloused hand, the palm rubbing over the nipple hard while the human simply kneels down and removes the blouse from the other breast as well, letting both fall free and his hands begin to work on the other breast, kneading, squeezing tightly. The murloc shaman grins faintly and again, begins to prepare a spell. The horse that had had the "pleasure" of taking Sia is off to the side and not quite all right so to speak, so the shaman's concentration is focused on another horse, but he doesn't cast a spell just yet. The gnoll marches up to Wyxt and stares at her exposed slit, licking his chops again and grinning. "Think I wanna piece of 'er ass!" he growls and moves around slowly. The orc and human, knowing perfectly well what to do continue squeezing Wyxt's breasts with one of their hands while they use the other to "pick her up", dragging her slightly to the side and in front of a tree where the gnoll gets behind Wyxt, stroking his already raging hard-on as his two companions move Wyxt in front of him so she is basically pressed back against the gnoll and she can feel his shaft pressing against her ass cheeks, rubbing pre-cum over them. 

Wyxt groans as her heavy, milk-laden tits are exposed and fondled, her moist cunt quickly growing wet with arousal as the bandits begin to molest her. Shivering beneath them, she gasps as rough palms rub over her sensitive dark blue nipples, the lavender trolless' legs spreading wide and inviting now as she starts to feel that much more willing. At the gnoll's words Wyxt starts to sit up, but the gnoll's friends obviously have something else in mind. Gasping, standing and stumbling over to the tree as she's tugged along, Wyxt blushes a hot dark purple as she feels that thick, hot cock pressed against the cheeks of her ass. Hips, instinctively, grind back, rubbing and stroking his cock, just a bit, between the cheeks of her ass as Wyxt licks her lips. Her ass never gets fucked enough. Apparently, the gnoll intends to change that, if only for tonight. 

Not one to be patient, particularly as he feels Wyxt's willingness to be fucked now that she's "in the spirit" of things, the furry creature begins to grind his hips, its long, hard shaft rubbing between her ass-cheeks, spreading pre-cum into the crack and onto the tight back-entrance. A slight adjustment and his cock thrusts forward between her legs, rubbing along her sloppy, wet cunt lips, adding to the slickness of his own pre-cum while he gets himself, and her ready. The orc and human now lean forward, both continuing to squeeze and knead those heavy tits, their mouths now also adding to the pleasure, sucking on those lavender nipples greedily. 

Wyxt groans with pleasure, her cunt and clit rubbed by that cock as the gnoll gets himself good and ready to spear Wyxt's tight, but now wet, pucker. Breathing deeply, Wyxt closes her eyes as her tits are kneaded and mashed, then suckled on, nipples reluctant but slowly beading with milk. Her hands seek out the two shafts of the orc and human now, reaching down between their legs to find them still slick with the fucking of her wife as she licks her lips. Bending what little she could to give the gnoll the right to claim her ass, Wyxt begins to rub and stroke the two men suckling on her heavy, faintly swaying tits. 

The orc and human readily move to make it easier for Wyxt to handle their stiff cocks, still slick with Sia's juices but already very hard again indeed, and how could they not be? After all, there's another Troll-slut to be "serviced". The gnoll, greedy and impatient as he is, doesn't wast another moment when he feels Wyxt bending forward a little. He shifts his hips and the next thrust penetrates her tight ass, his cock sliding into her, well lubricated by her own juices, thrusting in to the hilt and burying inside her for a moment before he starts to wildly thrust into her. The orc and human laugh harshly, continuing their "treatment" of Wyxt's breasts, kneading and sucking that delicious milk from those heavy breasts. The murloc smirks faintly and begins to murmur the words of the spell enticing the other stallion and making it ready to do the same thing that its predecessor had done to Sia. The stallion would have to wait a moment more so Wyxt could be brought in the right position, but it was better for the horse to be ready when the moment came...there shouldn't be too much pause in the fucking after all. 

Wyxt gasps with both pain and pleasure, as the thick shaft of the gnoll lunges into her. Unlike her loose cunt, the slut's ass truly isn't very loose, since she hadn't had a good ass fucking in weeks now, if not months. The thrust is smooth for the gnoll, his cock coated in juices and gliding into her willing ass, but causes Wyxt to rise up on tiptoe, eyes wincing as she's suddenly full of that thick, throbbing shaft, the air knocked clear from her lungs. Panting suddenly, fingers curling around those cocks as she strokes as much to support herself as to give the orc and human pleasure, Wyxt's tits jiggle around their suckling lips as she grinds back against the furious fucking of the gnoll behind her, blinking away tears but panting like the whore in heat she is. Her ass ripples with every lunge of the gnoll into her clenching rear, his balls slapping her wet cunt, and Wyxt bites her lower lip in blatant anticipation when she sees the last stallion being 'prepped.' 

The gnoll begins panting against Wyxt's back, clawed, furry hands grabbing her jiggling ass to pull her back against himself (as if that was necessary) every time he thrusts into that tight, clenching ass of hers, burying himself as deep as possible. His human and orcish co-thugs continue their treatment of Wyxt's heavy, milk-laden tits, suckling on the lavender, hardened nipples hungrily, biting into them from time to time. These were after all no guys for soft loving. The murloc gestures lightly and makes the horse approach the fuck-fest slowly and Wyxt can see the object of her desire, that raging hard-on beneath the horse, the thick, rock-hard shaft, ready to take her. The orc and human obviously notice what's planned next and they look around briefly to find what they need. A high root of the tree behind them spotted, they pull Wyxt and the gnoll over towards it, not far from them after all. The gnoll is rather busy fucking Wyxt's ass furiously, but allows a brief pause for the short transfer, only to hoist himself and Wyxt up on the root and laying back while the orc and human push Wyxt onto her back on top of the gnoll..now about the right height for that Stallion to use her when ready. 

Wyxt grunts and pants beneath the gnoll when he grabs her by her ass and hips, the lewd, wet sound of his thick cock plunging deep into her bowels again and again on the air. Dripping wet, her cunt drooling, Wyxt is almost milking freely now for the lips sealed around her flopping tits as she's kneaded and suckled on, and the slutty trolless is confused and disoriented when she's pulled over towards the nearby root. She takes a moment to glance Sia's way, worried, before she's suddenly pulled onto her back, lying atop the gnoll, legs spread wide on either side of him as the slutty lavender lass reels. It takes her a moment to realize what's going on, and she gasps in shock at the idea of being fucked by the horse with the gnoll still balls deep in her ass. She's tempted to claim it won't fit, but she knows full well it will. 

The Bandits apparently want to find out. The Stallion is led towards Wyxt slowly while the gnoll is, now that he's stationary again, once more thrusting into her ass furiously, obviously enjoying the tightness of that fine piece of ass immensely. The Human and orc remain at her sides, quite intent on having her stroke their hard-ons while she's being fucked in the ass and also about to be fucked by the second stallion. Grunting and groaning, they continue to suck at those hard nipples, drinking down that sweet milk hungrily while they begin to thrust their hips against Wyxt's hands. The Stallion now inches closer and the Shaman, obviously controlling it allows it to sniff at that sloppy, wet cunt of the Troll-slut. Sniffing the aroma of Wyxt's arousal only makes the Stallion more intent on fucking this little bitch right now and with a low neighing, it rears up and plants its front hooves on either side of Wyxt, the orc and Human wisely making enough room. 

Wyxt groans from the wet sounds of that gnoll cock filling her ass again and again, ass jiggling faintly even with her lying atop him as his thrusts cause her heavy tits, the few times they're free of suckling lips, to flop and roll. The trolless' legs are spread wide, as much to try to stabilize herself on top of the sodomizing gnoll, as to offer her wet, hot, needy cunt to the horse now beginning to mount her over the root of the tree. The gnoll, in his lustful frenzy, would find Wyxt clenching, now, around his shaft, as he pounds into her bowels, both in anticipation and worry over the huge, swaying horse cock hovering over her snatch. Licking her lips somewhat nervously, her hair a mess, Wyxt tries to catch her breath, but the hammering of her ass keeps driving it out of her. 

The stallion neighs and shifts closer and his need is fueled by the murloc behind them. But probably, he would have taken this willing Troll-Slut for the offering, hot and needy as she lies before it,anticipating that large, hard shaft as the great horse ruts forward, pushing the head against Wyxt's wet, needy cunt, thrusting, searching for entry and finding it on the second try. Held back by the murloc's magic, the horse does not drive fully into the Troll-Slut which would have seriously damaged or even killed her, but the thick, hard cock fills her hot, needy cunt, spearing it, spreading it as the horse drives in deep, the tip of its cock stabbing at Wyxt's womb. All the while, the gnoll never ceases to rut into her clenching ass, grunting beneath her while the other two bandits continue to fondle and suck at her tits. 

Wyxt glances to Sia, in the camp, for just a moment while the stallion is paused above her, panting, almost drooling as she tries to catch her breath. Of course, as soon as Wyxt looks away to her beloved, the thick head of that blunt cock pushes against her cunt, driving a sharp gasp from the half-troll slut as she tenses, her thick, jiggling ass clenching tight around the pounding shaft in her ass, before the thick horse shaft finds her wet, drooling cunt, spreading the lips of her cunt wide as she groans and her back arches sharply. For once, Wyxt is a bit of a tight squeeze naturally, the horse more than a match for tauren after all, and Wyxt closes her eyes, giving a low, husky moan as she feels that thick cock filling her womb. A bit overwhelmed, for the moment, her hands on the human and orc are still as she shudders around that thick equine dick. 

Sia is still half-dazed but her gaze now finds Wyxt and a faint grin spreads her lips when she sees her beloved is receiving the same kind of cock she herself was fucked with. And fuck her the stallion does. Once settled in, the horse begins to drive into the Troll-slut with swift, powerful strokes, the only thing keeping it from hurting her being the murloc's magic. The thick, equine shaft spears her wet, sloppy cunt again and again even as the gnoll beneath her continues to furiously pound into her ass. Even in her dizzy haze, Wyxt can feel the gnoll tensing, about to shoot his load inside her tight ass while the human and orc continue their treatment of her jiggling, heavy tits, but they move their hips insistently, demanding her to continue with her hands as well. 

Wyxt jerks them off willingly... even if she couldn't focus enough to, the force of the horse's ramming cock causing her whole body to bounce up and down that equine cock and the gnoll's pounding dick beneath her is more than enough to cause Wyxt to grip the cocks in her hands just to steady herself, pumping them as she pants, sweating, trying to ride out the storm. Out of breath, the lavender half-trolless, back arched so each thrust of that thick horse cock spears her cunt fully and fills her needy womb, her orgasm already fast on the way, begins to purposefully bounce her ass against the gnoll's hips with the horse's help, the horse's cock filling her cunt enough to make her ass almost unbearably tight as she tries to loosen up for the gnoll, to milk his cock as she bounces along his shaft. 

The human and orc can barely keep Wyxt's big, flopping breasts restrained from the sheer horsepower of the pistoning equine's hips. The gnoll finally can't take any more and with a low growl and whine mixed together, he explodes inside her ass, sending thick, hot cum deep into her while he continues to pound into that almost unbearably tight ass. The sensation of being filled up in her ass while the gnoll's cock and thick equine shaft penetrate both her holes is nearly overwhelming. The horse continues its powerful, swift strokes and picks up speed and Wyxt can feel the hot breath of the stallion on her as it neighs and fucks this willing Troll-slut, rutting into her, spearing her willing, needy cunt again and again. The other bandits leer at the sight even while they hold her heavy, flopping tits in big, grasping hands and suck on those hard nipples, biting sucking and licking, mashing those bouncy tits greedily, rutting their hips into her hands. Wyxt 'is' overwhelmed by the combined work of the bandits and their mount. 

As the gnoll tenses in her ass, Wyxt is nearly delirious with lust, getting what few, small breaths she can in cute little gasps and pants, some of her saliva running down her cheek from the effort now, as she struggles to keep up with the intense fucking and sensations. When the first thick, hot spurt of cum fills her bowels, and the horse follows up with a rough, bestial thrust into her cunt right after, Wyxt is driven over the edge, groaning with pleasure, then nearly screaming Sia's name with lust and desire, as the juices of her orgasm lubricate that thick horse cock. She isn't conscious of pumping the two cocks in her hands, though her instincts keep her hands at work, thumbs rubbing at the most sensitive flesh beyond the swell of their cock-heads, before abruptly, Wyxt twists, just a bit, to pull the human towards her mouth, panting, gasping, unable to silence her groans, gasps, and lust. 

The human is all too eager to please Wyxt's seemingly insatiable lust and moves around chuckling and grunting. "Got ourselves two whores 'ere...an good ones!" he commented, his hands never leaving her heavy breasts as he positions himself behind her, letting her hands guide his cock to her lips. Once there, he roughly thrusts forward, pushing his cock straight between her lips and into her mouth to silence her moans. The horse of course doesn't relent, pushing, thrusting deep into her with its huge cock, the squeezing of her needy cunt as her climax takes her, spurred on by the increasing slickness. The gnoll gives her a few more thrusts, emptying himself completely in her and then lies unmoving beneath her, keeping her in position for the horse after all.  




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 09



Wyxt spreads her legs further under the horse's vigorous pounding, opening up her wet, sloppy cunt to that pounding equine shaft as much as she can. The rough thrusts of the horse's fucking cause the gnoll's cum to ooze out around his cock from her tight ass, and Wyxt vaguely hopes the gnoll doesn't go soft just because the pounding of the horse is causing her to grind back against his cock whether she wants to or not. The human fucking her lips would find his cock slick with saliva in no time, the trolless slut practically drooling around his cock as the head of his shaft, in one lunge with Wyxt's urging, her hand on his hip, hits the back of her throat. Too delirious with lust and sex to care, Wyxt fights through the faintest of gag reflex, tongue rubbing roughly against the sides of his cock, and she pumps the orc furiously with her other hand, using his stature to both push herself on and off of the human's cock, and help her grind back against the rough, full thrusts of that this horse dick, needing to feel it fill her womb with it's cum, almost desperate for it. Even now she can feel another, second wave of pleasure swelling within her, the trolless unable to breath but a bucking avatar of lust right now. 

The horse does not take long building up and does not waste any time, its pounding increasing in speed and strength, shaking her entire body with every thrust, causing her to be pushed against the human's cock in her mouth even further while her tits flop and jiggle lewdly with the powerful strokes. The orc beside her is grunting over her tits now, continuing the rough licking and squeezing along with the human who is also close to release as this Troll-slut so expertly fucks him with her lips. The gnoll does not move and Wyxt's fear of him going soft are unjustified. Too exciting is the feel of the hot slut on top of him being fucked by that great stallion and the other two bandits, too exciting the feel as the gnoll reaches around and now also grabs a handful of her tits, helping the two to maul and mash them while the 3 humanoids and the horse drive the trolless and themselves to orgasm. 

Wyxt vaguely wonders if she could position herself for the orc to fuck her tits, but of course, that's not possible with the horse hovering over her. Vaguely, 'vaguely' Wyxt wonders if C'thun would make her pregnant from this, and it amuses her, but this thought only lasts a small fraction of a second. Her nose pushed into the human's crotch hair time and again from the furious thrusts of the huge beast atop her, Wyxt's lavender skin gleaming in the firelight, sweating and desperate for air, the trolless clenches what little she can around that driving, pummeling equine shaft as it fucks her missionary, legs trying to, somewhat, curl around the horse's belly as Wyxt feels it drive into her needy womb again and again. Her small tusks are the only things that really keep the human in her mouth on a direct course to her throat as she fucks her lips like pussy, the trolless' moans sending shivers through his cock as she struggles to hold out against the looming threat of passing out, on the verge of her second orgasm, giving soft yelps around the human in her mouth with each painful, but blissful, thrust of the horse atop her. 

The orgasm of the two bandits comes at the same time the horse neighs loudly and thrusts once more deep into Wyxt. She can feel the thick, equine shaft pulsating within her, can practically feel the thick wads of cum throb through the veiny shaft up to the head and then shoot into her womb, explode inside her even as the human unloads his sticky, hot seed in her mouth, forcing it down her throat as he buries himself deep within her. The orc shifts, positioning himself to let his own gooey, sticky cum shoot all over her bouncing, jiggling tits, covering them in his hot spunk while the slut is being filled in the remaining two holes. The horse whinnies again as it keeps pounding into her, pumping more and more of the hot equine seed into her needy womb while the human groans with the pleasure of sweet release above her, filling her belly and mouth. 

Wyxt swallows as best she can, having no choice between her inability to breathe and the thick cock head pushed straight into her throat, as she winces, eyes closed. Her moans, her own lustful frenzy, are muffled effectively by the cock in her mouth, as her womb is bathed in thick, hot cum, filled with the equine's seed and cock alike. The thick, hot spurts of white cum push her over the edge, the slutty troll wife cumming a second time, hard, as thick horse cum starts to gush out of her sloppy cunt, drenching her, the gnoll's crotch, and the tree root beneath them. Flopping tits covered in the orc's hot cum and her own dribbling milk, Wyxt weakly grinds through the last of her orgasm, shivering and shuddering between them, pulling away from the human with a desperate gasp for air as she lies atop the gnoll. 

It is then the murloc lets the horse back away, but not before it has finished filling her with all his seed, that equine shaft pumping even the last bits of the stallions cum into her before it slips out of the sloppy slut and trots away. The orc and human withdraw as well and Wyxt is lifted off the gnoll and to the ground, the bandits all grinning at her brightly. "Good lil slut she be. We should keep 'er an her friend." the human commented towards the murloc The Shaman merely smirked, though the strange eyes were fixed on Wyxt for now, watching her lie on the ground, sloppy, sticky mess that she was. 

Wyxt closes her legs, though not in an effort to hide herself. Just to ease some of the soreness away, and to hold in some of that hot, equine cum, as she lies there on her back, panting, her heavy tits heaving with each deep breath. Too out of breath, for the moment, to reply, she glances to the murloc staring at her, and licks a stray bit of cum from her lips as she shudders where she lies on the ground. She glances towards Sia, and grins, just a bit, glad to know why Sia likes centaurs and horses so much now. 

Sia shifts a bit on the ground now and the murloc also looks to her, then he nods to the bandits, motioning with one hand before speaking in that gurgling voice of its kind. "Back to camp!" he barks the short order and the bandits rub their hands together. This was a nice catch indeed. These two Troll-Sluts would certainly greatly improve troop morale and it was certainly something to boast that they had got to fuck them first among the men. So they moved to get rope, tying the still dazed Troll-sluts together and gathering up their belongings, placing those on the remaining horses and then slinging them over the horses back, naked as they were. They wouldn't need any clothing where they were being taken to...not for what the bandits had in mind certainly.  

Wyxt glances over her shoulder to Sia, then squeezes her beloved's hand as she purrs soothingly. "This be sorta familiar don't it." She whispers, then goes along for the ride nice and quietly. A camp? While this sounds like a dangerous situation, it also sounds like a real promise for some fun. Wyxt licks her lips lightly, still covered, and filled, with cum, and wondering what they're getting into. 



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 10



When the bandit crew had discovered the girls, they were mere hours from their camp, not too far to the west. The last leg of their journey would be, at the most, a few hours, most likely a tiring time for the troll-sluts, naked, strapped to the back of that horse that had so thoroughly invaded their holes. By the time they'd reach the camp, they'd be passed out (for the moment) from sheer exhaustion. Either way, they were paid little attention on the travel, save the occasional slapping of a bouncing tit or a jiggling rear, the bandits focused on returning to their base of operations. The 'camp' they ride into is large, built half into the side of a sheer rock face pockmarked with tunnels, a scaffolding built up to provide access to the caverns above. The bottom level, on the forest floor, is a cluttering of tents and a huge fire pit, behind which the largest tent of all rests. The murloc leading the party that had discovered the girls lead them to that fire pit, the horse jostling to a stop after a moment, whinnying, sniffing the air, the scent of the cum-soaked Troll-sluts still filling its nostrils.

Sia is barely aware of her surroundings at the moment, her eyes only half open, her fingers twined around Wyxt's for the journey and remaining that way, even in their passed out state. She tilts her head slightly, to try and get a look around, but that barely succeeds and honestly, what for? They would be at the bandits camp and they would probably be bound and tied together at some place...if they wouldn't be used by the other bandits first, which, of course, was quite a possible alternative. Sia wasn't so sure if she should feel bad about that though, depending on what kind of bandits those were, it could be fun. The ride had caused her to pass out, but it had also returned some of her strength and while she was still somewhat dizzy, she was regaining her strength quickly.

Wyxt doesn't try to look around. She simply squeezes Sia's hand reassuringly despite their bonds, staring off over the back of the horse. The occasional slaps and spanks of the bandits along the way draw the faintest of grins or the occasional soft moan from the lavender trolless, but otherwise, she's, for the most part, quiet. Feeling somewhat 'empty,' since holding a load of horse cum in one's cunt is not very easy while riding a horse, Wyxt is pouting faintly, tiny tusks making her lower lip stick out somewhat childishly as she bounces along until they come to a stop, save during the time she spends passed out. Feeling a 'little' refreshed and none the worse for wear, Wyxt listens quietly, her back pressed against Sia's own, as they wait.

The women are unstrapped from the lusty horse by the orc, their naked forms pushed down to rest in front of the roaring flames, firelight glinting off of the dried cum coating their lavender and green forms. As he looks around, blinking those large fish-like eyes, the murloc gurgles a call, stirring the camp. Dozens of men are roused from their sleep, varying in race between orcs, humans, the occasional gnoll or forsaken. Dotting the crowd is the occasional Blood Elf or Dwarf, as well as bastardized half-breeds of the various races, and even a few ogres, lumbering forward to see what the ruckus is about. 

As the murloc calls to his compatriots, a loud hissing sound is heard, and the biggest tent, the one located behind the fire pit, has its front flap ripped open; a massive naga coils forward, snarling as his sleep has been interrupted by his equal in leading the bandits, and he snarls in a spray of saliva, "Why isss there ssscreaming? What did you catch? Better be food!" "Better, Sarl!" the orc that had hefted them down cries, and steps to the side, revealing the naked, busty troll women to the naga. 'Sarl' churns forward with wide eyes, his scaled mouth curling into the wickedest of grins as he stares down at the sluts. "Better than food. Whores!" At the roaring announcement from the naga, the crowd of bandits cheers excitedly, pushing and shoving to move forward and get a better look. 

Sia looks around slowly at the assembly a faint grin on her lips, even though it might be mistaken for a pout if one didn't look too closely and Sia is rather certain none of -THOSE- would look at her face too closely, considering she and Wyxt are completely naked and still covered in cum, their soft, glossy skin shining in the firelight as they are surrounded by the group. She licks her lips slowly and chuckles almost to herself. Of course, whores for the group. Good for morale after all to have something that the men could fuck when they pleased and Sia tends to think that this is not the worst fate that could come to her and her beloved. Her crimson gaze travels around the gathering, seeing all the different species and guessing that she and her beloved would not complain about lack of variety.

Wyxt is very thankful whores are better than food as she glances around the encampment... after all, not unlike trolls, some of these folk would eat people! Though she hears troll doesn't taste too good... being half elf and more partial to her troll half, she's never tried. Cum spattered tits heaving faintly as she takes a deep breath, Wyxt licks her lips lightly to wet them, then bites her lower lip lightly, wondering exactly what is in store for them. Wyxt squeezes Sia's hand again, just once more, before letting go due to the lack of response, sniffing and shivering just a bit. It was looking to be a fun night, if not longer. "Do y' usuall'h need t' bind up y'r whores wit' rope? We ain't armed." She purrs.

Confident that the troll women were indeed the whores they were declared, the murloc refrains from producing any totems that might restrict the actions of the women. Sneering at the words of the lavender woman, he motions to the orc, who jerks free a large bowie knife, slashing the bindings keeping the trollesses in place. letting them 'free', as free as they could be in a camp full of lusty men who have been denied female pleasantries for far too long. The murloc, indeed, is already anticipating his turn at them, a staff sliding out from under his loincloth, letting it hang to the side; the cock is barbed, and heavily ridged, as alien a cock as one might find... and it's pointed right at Wyxt as he steps forward a few paces. 

The naga as well slips forward, licking his lips with that enormous, sinuous tongue, and he grasps at Sia, his hugely muscled arms easily lifting the whore into the air, her breasts most likely hanging into her face as he takes that tongue and drags a low, agonizing lick over the woman's moistened slit, forcing it past those swollen lips, much to cheers and cries of his compatriots. A Forsaken and a Blood Elf step forward, lieutenants, unclasping their already loose trousers, revealing two rigid cocks, eager to use the whores as they step forward. 

Sia gives a little yelp of surprise as she is lifted off the ground and that upside down to boot. She gasps, feeling the long, sinuous tongue of the naga trail over her wet folds and then press into them, eliciting a low moan from the green-skinned trolless Her hands extend s she brushes one to Wyxt once more, having been slightly confused for a moment when her beloved slipped her hand from her grasp, fingers brushing Wyxt's cheek lightly, tenderly, before they reach up to find the naga's cock, seeking to stroke it, pleasure it while the snake-like being probed her wet, sloppy cunt with his lips and tongue. Heavy tits jiggle as she shivers under the attentions slightly, bouncing with every little move.

Wyxt rubs her wrists lightly after she's released from the bindings, the lavender trolless giving a soft sigh of relief as she checks to make sure the skin's not discolored a moment. Then, her body gleaming in the firelight, which plays off her tattoos and highlights her arousal, both her wet cunt and her stiff nipples, Wyxt glances to the murloc and blinks, just once. There's something she's never tried of course... "...Ah... 'ow d' y' want t' do me mist'r?" Wyxt grins faintly, slowly standing, since she, unlike Sia, hasn't been grabbed yet. Well, they're not armed like Wyxt said, and breaking out right now really doesn't sound like a good idea, so she might as well be an inviting whore just like she said. Tits bouncing as she sways just a bit, one hand comes to rest, almost daintily on her chest as she steadies herself.

Sia doesn't find a naga cock immediately as she hunts for it; the physiology of the monster is foreign, despite being a twisted offshoot of the Elven race. Growling hungrily as he drags that ridged, slithering tongue over her hole, around his midsection where the abdomen begins to transform into the long, at least twelve foot tail portion of his body, the scales begin to be parted, and a long, wickedly bulbous shaft begins to slip out, writhing, as though it was a snake that was emerging from its hole. It literally wraps itself around Sia's fingers; that cock is flexible, and controlled as though it were just another limb of the naga's, the large head dripping pre-cum as it pulls Sia closer. 

The murloc grins in a feral manner at Wyxt and points to the ground, motioning for her to take an all-fours position on a conveniently positioned mat nearby; first, however, he steps forward, and wraps that fish-shaped maw around one of the Troll's breasts, sucking on the entire mammary, his scrawny hands moving over her body. The elf and forsaken step forward to Wyxt as well, the undead grasping her free tit, leaning down to drag his teeth over the nipple, as the other slender male tilts Wyxt's head back, attempting to kiss her deeply, as he guides her hand to his cock, and the Forsaken does the same. 

Wyxt avoids the kiss, smoothly dropping to her knees and pretending not to realize the intention as she gets into a far more favorable position for the murloc, hunched over as he is, to suckle on her heavy tit, hands seeking the forsaken's and elf's cock as she moans softly, then winks at Sia knowingly. Then, her gaze wanders back to the murloc's cock now, the trolless biting her lower lip anxiously before admitting "I 'ave t' admit I ain't lain wit' da murloc t' much... are y' all dat impressive?" she licks her lips lightly, even as she begins to slowly pump the two cocks in her hand... at least for now, since she's supposed to be getting on all fours and is a little eager.

Sia shifts slightly, the movement causing her tits to jiggle again as she's being drawn forward and towards that twisting cock. Quite fascinated with the flexibility of it, her fingers begin to stroke, even if they are -held-, squeezing and stroking with experienced hands before she is drawn close enough for her lips to wrap around the cock head and her tongue to lick over it, tasting the naga's pre-cum greedily. Her eyes dart to the side to Wyxt briefly as she is being positioned, a faint grin in her twinkling, crimson eyes, and then a brief moment of surprise and anger as the Blood Elf tries to advance like he does. But then she calms, satisfied with Wyxt's response to it, continuing to slip that cock between her lips, guiding it in with those little tusks of hers.

Hissing in delight as the troll-slut begins to so eagerly pull her lips to that sinuous, writhing cock, the naga forces his thick tongue into Sia's cunt, working past her smooth, soaked folds, until it grinds against the girl's cervix, forcing against that barrier as he hungrily slurps and laps her juices from her body, his hands holding her so her body is facing away from him, the cock twisting around to begin filling her mouth. As a result, the girl's bouncing, jiggling milky tits are free to be used, and all of a sudden, a loud stomping is heard; one of the ogres forces forward, and unceremoniously drops his monster of a cock between her globes, grinning stupidly down at her. 

As for Wyxt, the Elf and the Forsaken begin to fuck her grasping hands happily, the Forsaken still heavily palming and squeezing the enormous breast nearest to him with both hands now. The murloc grins around the large breast that he manages to work entirely into his fishy maw, suckling hard, until her words send him into a frenzy. Shoving the two subordinates to the side for the moment, he shoves the trolless onto her hands and knees on the mat and drops down behind her, gurgling as he shoves the barbed tip of his cock between her thighs, sliding along the troll's cunt lips, making his already slippery cock slick, the Elf and Forsaken lifting her hands up, shoving them back over their cocks to lift her upper body and support her. 

Sia shifts slightly and while one hand remains entwined around the sinuous, twisting shaft of the naga, her lips parted far enough to allow it to slide in deep, her suckling on that cock hungrily, always greedy for more it seems. Her heavy tits bounce readily as she is being fucked by the naga's tongue, her form writhing slightly in the hold, a reflex basically to grind her hips against it which is, in her current position, rather difficult for the green-skinned Troll-slut. She moans around the cock however as she realizes the Ogre coming forward and putting its thick shaft between her jiggling tits. Her free hand comes up to push one of the massive globes against that thick shaft, rubbing it with the smooth skin of her tits while her mouth continues to pleasure the naga hungrily.

Wyxt wriggles as best she can to position herself between the three, heavy tits bouncing when the murloc and forsaken release them, one tit covered in the murloc's saliva and glistening in the firelight. Panting a bit already, feeling herself lusty and watching Sia with her play with the naga off to the side, Wyxt licks her lips, then winks at the elf and the forsaken. "Y'r lead'r be packin' s'me 'eft'h meat.. don't one o' ya want t' make sure th' 'ore don't be makin' too much noise while 'e's fuckin' 'er?" Feeling that slightly barbed, thick cock rubbing against her slit, Wyxt is suddenly very glad she's been recently fucked by a horse. Maybe being loose will help easy the roughness of the fucking. Back arched, pumping those two cocks in her hand, thumb extended to focus on the plump cock heads, Wyxt wiggles her ass teasingly for the murloc behind her, Wyxt worried, but her cunt undeniably drooling to try something new. "Aaah... show me 'ow th' murlocs fuck. I'm considerin' tryin' t' raise trollocs." Wyxt peers over her shoulder at the murloc, winking teasingly.

Sia's body is used by the naga and the Ogre for a moment more in that position before the leader roars, hissing a bit as he shifts her forward, the Ogre holding her sides to allow the naga to pull her lower body down, that prehensile cock slipping against those soaked lips, probing at it curiously. He grins with mounting pleasure, and the cock snakes backwards, and then spears forward swiftly, striking like a cobra, filling her cunt as deeply as she can accept that snake-like member. The ogre takes advantage of his positioning and begins to fuck her tits, pulling her entire upper body up along his crotch, her face resting in his enormous balls as his cock slides between her milky breasts. 

The murloc gurgles excitedly as Wyxt speaks about the trollocs; he actually considers this now, enjoying the thought of impregnating AT LEAST the lavender slut, and keeping them in the camp for the time of the gestation. Grunting, he begins to force that barbed shaft into her sex, pushing her lips apart; the horse had been purposefully used to loosen the sluts, for just this, the enormous, ridged shaft forcing Wyxt's lips apart, the barbs dragging along her inner walls, pinpricks of exciting pain. The elf and the forsaken continue to fuck her hands eagerly, and to her front comes the gnoll that had filled her ass earlier that night, grinning as he shoves that bulbous dick past her lips. 

Sia continues her suckling on the naga's twisting shaft and flexes her throat, gagging once, twice before relaxing it enough for the thick cock to slide even deeper into her mouth. Her heavy, large breasts continue to jiggle with the strokes of the Ogre now, bouncing along his shaft, rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cock while the Troll-whore is being held upside down by the naga Her wet, sloppy cunt is clamps tightly around that tongue of his, and even though the cunt itself is loose and spread still from the recent fucking by a stallion, her muscles down there are definitely well trained as the naga finds out when the positions are changed and her cunt is speared by that cock, those wet folds clamping hard around the thick shaft, squeezing it, hips moving to thrust against the naga as she moans lustfully.

Wyxt grins, just a moment, as she watches Sia in action, but that grin is broken by the sudden intrusion of that alien, slightly barbed shaft as it slowly plunges into her dripping wet cunt. Wyxt groans with pleasure at the thick cock forcing its way into her, barbs that would be dangerous were she tighter only dragging across and teasing her skin... the trolless has to remind herself not to clench, or she'll be 'benched' for some of tonight till that troll blood kicks in and regenerates her. Legs spread wide, the whore's back arching bit by bit with every inch of that slimy cock as it slides into her still cummy snatch, dislodging some of the horse cum as the murloc, naturally hunched over, mounts her, drawing a sharp gasp from Wyxt right before the gnoll takes the invitation and slips his cock between Wyxt's wet, full lips. With the murloc pressing insistently into her cunt, the head of his shaft already rubbing against her cervix, Wyxt's nose is buried in the gnoll's crotch fur, now, as her tongue rubs roughly against the base of the gnoll's shaft. She curls her tongue, and, curiously enough, the gnoll would feel a slightly chilled X-shaped tongue bolt teasing the length of his shaft as Wyxt, being the slut she is, winks up at him.

Those wonderfully large breasts of Sia's are dragged back and forth along the ogre, both by the powerful thrusting of the naga and the enormous humanoid's equally big hands holding her sides. His heavy sac grinds against her face, the massive orbs throbbing hotly as his bulging cock thrusts between her tits. The naga's twisting, scaly cock begins to writhe wildly as he starts to fuck her, the length of it wriggling like a serpent within that clenching, clamping cunt, accepted easily by her already loosened cock, a loud squelching heard as built up horse cum lodged deeply in the girl's pussy is forced out around his size. 

As for the murloc, he begins to rut his hunched body back and forth as he mates with Wyxt, the fish-man's size and barbs stretching, dragging those whorish cunt lips back and forth, his ridges tickling and grinding along her insides as the barbs scrape at her walls, delicious pain and pleasure in the same package. The gnoll at her face grins wickedly right back to her as he fucks her mouth, furry balls slapping against her chin, as the men eagerly screwing her hands each take a hold of a large tit, squeezing the milky fleshy globes, stretching and pulling at them, letting them jiggle lewdly as she's fucked between the murloc and gnoll 

Sia manages to get a glimpse of Wyxt in her new position, a slight grin coming over her lips as she sees her beloved in action, being taken as the slut she is...much like herself in this very moment. She moans again when that shaft thrusts into her again and again, filling her needy cunt as it clamps down around the thick hard shaft tightly, greedily. Her tongue darts out to lick at those balls in her face while the Ogre continues to fuck her heavy, milky tits and her hands, now hold both her breasts, squeezing them together for the Ogre's benefit, his thick rob wedged firmly between those massive globes as she presses them together and massages them as much for her own as for his benefit.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 10



Wyxt isn't used to using her cunt muscles to 'avoid' clamping down, but she's trying to be as loose a whore as she can for the thrusting murloc. The teasing barbs scraping and rubbing at the walls of her cunt are insistent enough to keep her wide open, Wyxt spreading her legs sluttishly, ass rippling with each fucking thrust of the hunched over murloc fucks her. Cunt squelching with each thrust, Wyxt grinds back against that thrusting cock, her tits swaying and flopping from the rough fucking as thick nipples begin to slowly leak sweet milk from them. Her rough tongue stroking the gnoll's cock to the best of her ability, Wyxt tries to get what little breath she can between the murloc's thrusts, cool breath running over the gnoll's cock as she breathes through her nose, wincing but the corners of her lips curled in a grin.

"Sssuch a good little ssslut!" the naga roars, grinning wickedly down at Sia as she's pinned in the air between the Ogre and the scaly brute, both cocks sandwiching her, the naga's writhing and striking at her cervix with every thrust, as if trying to batter its way into her womb. The Ogre grunts and his tongue hangs out stupidly as he fucks her tits, holding her up with one hand and using the other to roughly slap and grip one of the bouncing globes. The naga's sinuous tail then slips up, and the tip begins to tease at the pucker between Sia's jiggling, bouncing ass cheeks, and like the cock did, it slides back, and snaps forward, plunging into her anal canal and beginning to search her tightest hole. 

Wyxt is delivered thrust after furiously energetic thrust as the murloc copulates with her, his head tilting back, the quills jutting from his flesh rising to signify his intense arousal, as that well-sized cock pivots and gyrates inside of her, making sure that even as she tries to keep herself loose for him, she feels the tingling, scraping barbs, her Troll regeneration healing the slight 'wounds' even as they're formed inside of her. The furry gnoll cock drags back and forth between her tits, and the two cocks in her hands thrust fast and faster, until all of a sudden the Elf, frail and weak in comparison to his cohorts, releases, slippery, clear white fluid spraying against the Troll slut's tits as they wobble and flop, soaking her side, the Forsaken still bucking away into her hand. 

Sia lets her tongue continue to tease at the underside of the Ogre's balls in her face as he continues to fuck her heavy tits with powerful thrusts. With his pre-cum leaking out and her already covered in cum and sweating now, it's almost as slippery between those as though fucking her cunt...though of course, that is dripping wet now, her juices, mixed with the horse-cum from before dribbling out around the thick shaft of the naga as he pistons in and out of her, spearing her, plowing into her viciously, drawing moans and gasps from the Troll-slut as she enjoys every second of it, keeping her hands on the sides of her massive breasts, squeezing them together tightly, massaging them, writhing her hips to grind against the intruding cock. Her nipples as hardened and leaking little droplets of milk by now. Another sharp gasp when suddenly, she feels the naga plunging into her ass as well, much tighter, much less used. A long drawn moan out moan comes from her lips as her hips grinds against the naga even more, urging him to thrust into her as deeply as he can, greedily demanding more, the slut being a good slut after all.

Wyxt is drooling around the cock in her mouth now, lusty and feeling her orgasm rising sharply, a single tear running down her cheek as cum coats her tits. The fucking of the murloc is driving her into a frenzy... the pain is both arousing and the constant 'worry' is both fun and terrifying all at once, keeping the slut on her toes. Her muffled groans around the thick cock pistoning into her throat signal her mounting lust as Wyxt's hips shift even more, inviting the murloc in that little bit deeper... and the murloc would find that, after the battering of her cervix from the horse earlier, the head of his cock can squeeze, just barely, into the troll slut's womb, which seems to driver her wild as she shudders beneath him. Wyxt for her part is starting to improvise, her sloppy wet cunt needing that hot, slick murloc cum deep in her womb... she begins to clench as he thrusts forward, ridges and barbs 'tickling' as they plunge into her, before loosening up once he's buried halfway up the shaft into her steaming wet cunt, the trolless playing with her muscles to bring them both that bit more pleasure too. Swallowing, her throat tight around the cock in her throat, Wyxt deep throats the gnoll in her mouth eagerly, eyes closed tightly, her hands still pumping the elf and forsaken in them furiously as she tries to get every spurt of that hot cum onto her tits and back.

Every sinfully sweet thrust of that naga into Sia's tight cunt is paralleled by the feeling of his cock ramming itself into her ass, the naga impressed by the fortitude of the troll slut, so eager for his body, the brutal fucking he delivers to her two bottom holes. Scaly cock and tail pump her as though they were two separate lovers, the slithering appendages moving with a mind all of their own, his cock squelching in and out, back and forth, trying its best to work both himself and the girl to an orgasm; most whores he fucks pass out or die before he's done ramming them, and he has a feeling he'll be able to fuck Sia for a long, long time before she passes out. The Ogre roars as he feels his orgasm approaching, those balls pulsing as the troll's tongue and tusks graze along them, and he no longer holds her up by her sides, simply lifting her body by both jiggly, heavy breasts. 

The murloc gurgles loudly as he fucks Wyxt's cunt rapidly, his multi-colored flesh a blur as it ravages her from behind. He purposefully makes sure his hips swivel with every thrust, letting those barbs drag along the sides of the sopping wet slut hole, his slick balls swinging forward to roughly slap at the aroused Troll's clit with every pumping. The elf continues cumming with loud cries, much to the amusement of his compatriots; an orc shoves the orgasming humanoid out of the way, and he replaces the spent cock with his own, literally twice the size, grinning down at Wyxt as he starts to fuck her hand now. The Forsaken releases as the Elf did, and thick, gooey ropes of tepid cum begin to splatter heavily along the woman's body, her lavender flesh dripping with semen. The furry gnoll ruts into her mouth faster, leaning his head back and howling as he prepares to cum. 

Sia is flushed now, her cheeks tinged a pale red as she continues to use her tongue to please the Ogre above her as much as she uses her tits, rubbing them together against his massive cock between them and eagerly awaiting his hot cum on them as her body trembles between the Ogre and naga, shaking with every powerful stroke of the snake-being into her ass and cunt. The well-trained muscles in her cunt squeeze the naga's shaft tightly, milking it for his cum, wanting to be filled up soon as she feels her own orgasm rising, approaching fast, now that her ass is filled as well and those muscles do an equally good job of clenching down on the intruding tail. Feeling the approaching orgasm of the Ogre, Sia moves her tongue to lick faster, tusks grazing a little harder against sensitive skin, eager for her belly and tits to be painted with cum.

Wyxt seals her lips tight around the gnoll's cock now as she squirms beneath the roughly bucking murloc, trying, struggling to find relief even as she herself teasingly clenches and loosens around the murloc's frantic pistoning, milking him for every torment he brings her tortured by aroused cunt. When the forsaken begins to cum over her tits, and her now somewhat slimy hand is pressed against the orc's cock, Wyxt trembles, then cums, hard, around the murloc's cock. Her throat visibly stretched from the gnoll's cock head, Wyxt is sweating, heavy tits flopping and the trolless, for just now, holding still, as she struggles to keep control of herself during the rising pleasure... unlike most whores, Wyxt does still like to be functional 'after' the fact. Slobbering around the cock in her mouth, Wyxt begins to twist and turn her head, so the gnoll's cock rubs against her cheeks on occasion and she can get the occasional breath, pleasure running through her with each rough thrust of the murloc into her cunt as she struggles through her orgasm without clenching.

It seems that it's time for a fountain of cum to erupt in the center of the camp. The horny naga, so furiously fucking Sia's swollen cunt, her aroused juices spraying all over his sinuous lower body and the dirt below, begins to gasp and roar, hissing and snarling filling the air as he begins to cum. His cum is thinner than normal males, but at least double the amount, as his watery, yet still deliciously hot and sticky seed begins to spray into her body, the fuckin cock sending juices squirting and dribbling around its length. The ogre too can't hold back any further, and he begins to release; the head throbs, and with an loud grunt, the steaming, ridiculously thick ropes of ogre cum begin to splash on her tits and her stomach, and he jerks her head up, forcing the slitted tip of his impossibly thick cock into her mouth, gushing into her throat. 

The gnoll shrieks in a high-pitched barking sound, as his furry cock begins to throb, and he rapid-fire fucks Wyxt's mouth, disappearing in and out like a fleshy blur, until he cums for the second time that night in a separate hole in the lavender slut, his sticky cum bursting into her mouth, distending her cheeks as he begins to fill her. The murloc feels his barbed cock tip forcing past her cervix just enough, and this sends him into a glorious orgasm; the fishy shaman explodes, the ridged dick battering her cunt, forcing into her womb with his most powerful of thrusts, hot cum ripping through her body, filling her tummy with his fertile, slippery seed. The Forsaken leans forward and slides his still cummy cock along her cheeks, and then steps back, panting and heading off into the camp. As for the newest member, the orc, he continues to fuck the trolless' hand, grunting as he palms her swinging, flopping tits, already nearing that orgasm.

Sia is delighted to have finally achieved that first goal, her huge, massive breasts being sprayed with the Ogre's cum, basking in it, even as her body is being shaken with the rough, almost violent thrusts of the naga. Her mouth opens wide to receive the tip of that enormous cock, gulping down his cum greedily, moans and gasps now stifled as her wet, sloppy cunt clenches, then loosens, milking that shaft inside her for all its worth, demanding release there, too, wanting to be filled up by the snake-like being and fast. The troll-slut keeps grinding her hips against the intruding shafts, both her ass and her pussy clamping down hard when the naga finally gives in to sweet release and she is filled with his hot, sticky seed, her own release coming as she fills her insides and her tits being painted with cum, body writhing with her orgasm.

Wyxt vaguely, just 'vaguely,' wonders what a trollaga would look like, just like a trolloc, but that thought is fleeting and the rapid-fire blur of the gnoll fucking her lips, his balls slapping her chin is very distracting, never mind her own orgasm. She swallows around the cock filling her mouth and throat, curling her tongue and timing her strokes to swallow the cum gulp by gulp instead of choking herself on it all at once. Wyxt winces as her cunt is battered roughly by that barbed cock, wincing in pain but undeniable pleasure as the murloc forces the head of his cock into her wet, equine cummy womb, displacing the cum already there with the fertile, hot murloc cum now sloshing around deep within her. Groaning with pleasure, cum painted on her cheek, dripping down her tattoos and from her flopping tits, Wyxt finds herself soon enough holding her breath, pumping the orc in her hand roughly, then... taking the long shaft with her other hand, starting to pump him desperately with both hands on that thick green shaft as she wriggles beneath the murloc, ass cheeks rolling, cum dripping from her hot lustful cunt now as she tries to catch her breath.

Roaring, the naga releases every drop his long, sinuously snaky cock has to offer inside of the trolless, grinning with wide, excited eyes as he finishes himself up, enjoying the squelching, lewd sounds of cum being squirted out around his throbbing pole. The ogre gazes down at Sia with a happy, stupid grin, his lips reaching down to suckle and squeeze at those cummy breasts as they flop slower and slower until, the naga pleased with himself, lets the girl drop to her rear, cum drooling onto the ground, as the Ogre holds her upper body up, lapping and squeezing at those coated breasts. 

As for the murloc, he gurgles through his heavy orgasm, his cock spraying that seed into her already filled womb, horse cum sloshing around as it mixes with murloc seed. The gnoll filling her mouth pulls his wet, slippery shaft out of her mouth, and slaps her cheek roughly with it with a hyena-like cackle, grinning down at her happily as he smears a last rope of his jism across her cheek. The orc, being squeezed and used by those ridiculously skillful hands, achieves a swift orgasm, and he releases another hot load of cum across Wyxt's back, angling his shaft down for the remaining spurts to coat her tits, thick seed dribbling and dripping from the crowns of her hard, milky nipples. 

Sia groans deeply, head spinning with the amount of cum being pumped on and into her, tits and stomach covered in the thick, gooey stuff, her hands rubbing it all over her massive breasts as they jiggle with the strokes of the naga in the throes of his passion. She still moves her body, or her body moves itself, since it -is- after all, the body of a slut, grinding hips against the intruding shafts, her pussy clamping tightly around the naga to milk him for all he's worth, demanding every last drop of his thin, sticky cum inside her, until she is finally set down on the ground. Cum and saliva dribble down from the corner of her mouth and a puddle of cum drenches the ground between her legs as the Ogre licks at her heavy tits, heaving with every deep breath as she tries to steady herself.

Wyxt licks the stray bead of cum left from the gnoll's cock when he pulls away, then slips forward (unable to sit down at the moment), pumping the orc furiously and making her tits the perfect target for him as he spurts over her. Wyxt can't quite clench to hold in the murloc's cum, but with all that hot goo she can feel sloshing around in her, she's not too worried about it by now anyway... besides, there's a whole camp waiting for them. She wouldn't mind a breather, though. Wyxt glances to Sia in action, as much so that a stray splatter of cum his her cheek instead of her eye, as to watch her beloved in slutty action, grinning just a bit at the sight. "That's m' wife." She purrs proudly.

The naga slithers back a bit as he surveys the scene; the naga is the true leader of the encampment, the murloc simply his 'equal' in that he was the resident chief of mysticism. Watching as the Ogre happily finishes groping and pawing at the Sia, the naga can't help but chuckle as the sex-quenched ogre bounds off to find something to eat. The naga's slippery, cum-dripping shaft whips out across Sia's face, and thrusts into her mouth one last time to wipe any remaining juices from it, before it disappears into that patch of scales, retreating into his body, the snake-man's muscular arms folded across his chest. 

The murloc, panting, jerks his cock out of Wyxt and gives her an approving smack on her rippling ass, grunting and gurgling as he makes his way towards his tent, motioning for his gnoll guard to follow. The dog man gnoll grins down at Wyxt, grunting out in that barking yip, "More fucks later, Troll," before bounding off to join his master. The orc, satisfied, drags his cock away from Wyxt and heads off, and the naga slithers over; the lavender trolless is scooped up onto one muscular shoulder, and he moves back to Sia, scooping her up as well. "You two shall sssleep in my tent while you ssstay with usss. I'll fuck you whenever I like, and let the men have their waysss with you when I am finished." Grinning wickedly, he heads towards his tent, shoving the flap over and bringing them in.



Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 11



I confess, these chapters are NOT in perfect chronological order, there's just too many and I never organized them properly before. I might reorganize them at a later date, but until then, please enjoy the random smut of Wyxt and Sia.

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Wyxt arrives at the edge of the downs with Sia in tow, fiery blade clasped in her hands, the glow of the flames reflected off of her scales as she enters the small 'village' outside of the Razorfen downs themselves. Having traveled through before (...but as a hunter!), the quillboar seem to have made themselves scarce, and Wyxt looks around cautiously as they pass through the village heading towards the entrance to the dungeon. "Where all th' resistance be?" Murmured curiously. She turns occasionally, to make sure her beloved isn't jumped, but things are ominously quiet around them.

Sia walks behind Wyxt quietly, hands on the staff she is now carrying instead of the knives she once did. Shadowy orbs twirl around her body in irregular patterns, seeming to zip now this way then that, surrounding her as she walks, protecting her. Her eyes are narrowed. She, too remembers this place from way back, but it has been a long while since she has visited and she does not remember the place too well, so she sticks to Wyxt's lead, but is careful, eyes zipping now this way, then that, looking around for possible threats.

Unknown to Sia and Wyxt, though, the Lich that ran the Downs was 'quite' aware of their intrusion. Watching through the eyes of undead razorfen and with the considerable powers of necromancy at his disposal, he considers the two scantily clad troll women with the curious tattoos over their curvy bodies. By no means did the Lich have any interest in sex 'himself.' After all, he's all bones and regardless of whether he has 'that' bone or not, very 'serious' business. But the two intrigue him. Unaware that the two troll women are protected by C'thun and 'highly unlikely' to get pregnant, he believes an experiment is underway. ...So the way to the dungeon remains clear, but the way behind them is slowly, but surely, closed off, when he notices that the hunter is pretending to be a warrior today.

Sia frowns slightly, seeing the entrance to the Downs as they approach it. She is wary, knowing for a fact that the intrusion hadn't been so simple the last time, but then again, what could possibly be different now? She pondered a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders as they continued onwards. "It be quiet..." she mumbles softly, giving voice to her concern a little, though she does not slow or halt, continuing steadily onward behind her beloved.

Wyxt tries not to stare at Sia too hard, looking exotic and sexy as always. She looks back to the area before her, sniffing. Into the maw of the beast they go, that large, skeletal head leading to the tunnel that leads to the actual dungeon, and finally, trouble happens. Down the tunnel comes the sound of hooves against the dirt, two undead boars charging their way down the hall. Wyxt realizes, somewhat belatedly, that the boars, half rotten but with a ferocious gleam in their eyes, might just be a little out of her league, but she brings her sword to bear, confident... until a Death's Head necromancer and the vile Razorfen hunter that owns the boars turn around the corner. 'Immediately,' the necromancer pulls out a scroll, seeking to drain Sia's mana and weaken her, as the boars charge at Wyxt.

Sia snarls slightly as she realizes what is going on and her energies are being sucked from her even as she begins calling for the energy to heed her command. She manages a bolt of shadow, flying from her fingertips towards the Necromancer, but then, knowing she won't have much more chance she tries to resist the draining of her mana, raising a shield first around her and then around Wyxt, too. Inexperienced as she is, she does not know that, while the shield does protect Wyxt from the onslaught of the attackers for a bit, it won't protect her from the energy draining effects.

Wyxt knows she's in trouble, and that she's brought Sia into trouble, the moment the necromancer starts chanting. She'd overestimated herself, always used to coming here as a hunter, with Trogdor at her side and an awfully powerful bow in hands, but as a warrior? She isn't much more than a novice right now. And foolishly, the bow has been left on the boat, since the searing hot blade would otherwise set it aflame on her back when carried. Cursing her foolishness and foul luck, Wyxt parries the first boar's charge, blade causing the boar to turn aside to avoid, narrowly, being skewered, but the second boar catches her on the side, hitting her in the hip to knock her off balance, and also, to ruin that protective shield. The Razorfen hunt calmly puts a dart into his bow, and waits until her back is turned and Sia is weak, before firing two darts at them... a feverish drug to sedate the two and reduce their resistances and will to fight.

Sia blinks and gasps as she is hit, but does not go down immediately. Even though her stamina is not what it once has been, she remains on her feet, wobbly for a while, but she is reduced to not doing much basically. her mana spent, all she can do is watch helplessly as Wyxt tumbles and falls, her shield gone and her own depleted as well. Then the feverish drug sets in, clouding her vision, making her go limp and weak, dropping to her knees on the floor and letting go of her staff.

Sia and Wyxt, drugged and weakened as they are, are, of course, taken captive, since they wouldn't make very good experiments if they were killed out here in the tunnel. The Razorfen hunter binds them together, Putting Wyxt and Sia back to back after disrobing them completely, the two troll ladies too sluggish and, for the moment, drowsy to really realize what's even going on. Secured by ropes around their biceps and a tough cord that wraps around their waists, the thing, possessed by undead strength, picks up the two drugged troll women and takes them towards the cages where prisoners are kept. The necromancer looks quite smug and pleased... after all, unlike the faithful minions that are going to fuck these trollesses, he is alive and quite looking forward to the orders they've been given for the night.

Sia blinks slowly, the hazy fog still in her mind and she can't think straight, doesn't even really know what's going on. Unable to move or think clearly, she tries to focus on clearing her mind at least somewhat, but that doesn't have much of the desired effect except a bit of a headache. her eyes open, but beyond a bit of blurry schemes, she can't really see much and even if she did notice shapes in the mists, she can't place them at all.

Wyxt for her own part, has actually dozed off for a moment, the fever hitting her surprisingly hard. The dart is plucked from her neck, and Sia's is as well, carefully, and the two hot troll women are, for just a little while left alone outside of the cages. Someone is talking (the human in the cages), but it's impossible for them woozy as they are, to make out the words. Sia would notice, as Wyxt does, that the drug has another effect. They'd both be feeling aroused, and when fingers come to rub at Sia's heavy tits, a furred, thick finger rubbing against her slit, she'd find herself surprisingly 'sensitive' where touched, as the Razorfen quillboar kneeling before her gets her warmed up. Wyxt apparently is receiving the same treatment, as Sia can feel, with Wyxt pressed against her as she is, Wyxt's legs spreading slightly as she moans.

Sia, too moans softly from the attentions, still unable to clearly make out what's happening, but enjoying the feelings she is receiving for certain. She tries to shift a bit, but, finding that next to impossible, she just spreads her legs apart slowly, the touch making her desire more of it. Bound to Wyxt as she is, that's another stimulant for Sia at least, feeling her beloved, naked against her back, her hands weakly try to get a hold of something, but, still woozy as she is, only a weak attempt comes off it.

Wyxt moans, her own hands clenched at her sides as a thick finger, then another, spreads the lips of her dripping wet sex. There's a sickly sweet aroma on the air, but that's quickly being buried under the smell of arousal. Sia's hands find something, in fact, they find the very boars that knocked Wyxt down, her hands brushing against their legs until they sift, and she finds her hands on some very long, tough curved shafts, the boars themselves all too willing to get stroked by the sluts. Then, the smell of sex, with that sweet undertone, grows all the stronger, as another Razorfen steps up to Sia. The smell of cock in her face, he rubs the head of his shaft against her lips, the quillboar hung like nothing short of a tauren, mostly likely due to being undead.

Wyxt herself is presented with the same offer... the quillboar wanted to be slick and the fucking to be smooth, because if they hurt the trollesses 'too much' then the experiment, the attempt to impregnate them to see what came of it, most certainly was going to be jeopardized. Disoriented as she is, it takes a few moments for Wyxt to realize what is rubbing against her cheek, and her licking, rough tongue curls against the side of that thick shaft as she gets a taste for it, verifying... but she's not given much choice, her mouth open, as the quillboar takes a hold of her helmet and slips his cock into her mouth, tongue pressed tight against the head of his shaft as Wyxt groans around the sudden intrusion.

Sia moans softly again, her head rolling back a bit as she feels the cock rubbing against her cheeks and nearly automatically, her lips part. For one, the drug is still working on her and for another...well, she IS a slut and the scents of sex and arousal make her feel right at home. Still, something seems a little odd, but the little opening off her mouth is all that Quillboar needs , thrusting the thick, long shaft into her mouth to the back of her throat. She gags briefly, relaxing as her hand squeezes that shaft that has been slipped into it and she shivers slightly.

Wyxt groans as the quillboar hastily roots himself in her mouth, herself gagging faintly on the curious aroma curling around her nose now as he fucks those thick dick sucking lips. Sia's Razorfen, though, is not looking to get his cock sucked. When the necromancer wanted to just watch for fun, they could do that, but for now... after holding himself in Sia's mouth and throat for a few seconds, making sure his cock is lathered with saliva and good and wet, the quillboar in Sia's mouth pulls out, a string of saliva hanging from the heavy cock head to Sia's lips. Hands come to rest on Sia's waist, and she's lifted, Wyxt herself standing... but Wyxt is bent over, her tits hanging beneath her and swaying with each thrust into her mouth, as Sia is laid on Wyxt's back. Hands come to rest on Sia's thighs, spreading her legs lewdly wide, before that thick, long shaft presses against her dripping wet cunt, the quillboar wasting no time as he begins to thrust into her, the thick head of his upturned shaft spreading her wide. The two boars below grunt as Sia's hands leave their shafts, but wait obediently, scratching at the dirt and watching. Several other quillboar stand around as well... they had to make sure the two troll sluts got more than their share of hot cum to guarantee success.

Sia groans, gasping as she is positioned on Wyxt's back and her legs spread so wide. Her eyes half closed, still confused and not quite sure what to make of the situation entirely, she then gasps again, louder this time, as the Quillboar thrusts into her hot, dripping-wet sex. She moans, her large breasts bouncing with the thrusts into her, nipples hardened from her arousal. Her pussy, though by now rather wide does clamp tight around that penetrating shaft, more or less out of the instinct, it's just what this little slut does when she feels she is being fucked and despite her dizziness and her confusion, her body reacts to the stimulations as it always does.

Wyxt should be glad her warrior training has paid off for something, but for the moment, all she knows is that something is still fingering her dripping wet cunt, and there is a thick, hot dick fucking its way between her tusks and into her swallowing throat. The two razorfen find a rhythm in no time, after all, they are mindless and being controlled by the necromancers. They don't go easy on the two trolless though, aiming for speed more than anything else... The quillboar fucking Sia places his hands on her waist once his cock is rooted in Sia's clamping cunt, his balls resting against her ass and his snout buried between her tits, tusks tickling at her breasts and rubbing, before, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her womb, he begins to fuck her vigorously, causing heavy tits to flop with each thrust.

Sia gasps again, pressing her eyes shut as the Quillboar begins to thrust into her vigorously and with quick, powerful strokes. Her large tits jiggling with every one of those thrusts, she can do little, bound and positioned as she is. Feeling Wyxt beneath her does give a sense of comfort though, even if she is still not really sure she should be enjoying this. Her body though, knows what to do and it reacts as a slut like her would react, wriggling her hips a bit, inviting that shaft to come in as deep as possible as she's spread open wide, her juices flowing down from the dripping wet sex to Wyxt beneath her. Her breasts rub against the tusks and snout of the Quillboar fucking her, the sensitive skin being scraped by those tusks adding to Sia's arousal.

Wyxt is, for the most part, just receiving the cock between her lips, but Sia's soft gasps, and then, the telltale hot trickle of Sia's own arousal down the curve of her lavender ass and legs, to mingle with her own, are enough to wake Wyxt up, just a little, to the situation at hand. The necromancer fucking her lips groans as the slut, swallowing around the head of his shaft, suddenly begins to rub her tongue vigorously against him, the faint bulge in her throat visible as she tilts her head to angle him so that he can sink into her mouth and throat until his balls hit her chin with every thrust. Tits, flopping with every thrust, Wyxt swallows and gags on the shaft fucking her, but seems bound and determined to play now. The pig man fucking Sia grunts, though whether from pleasure or being an undead thing is questionable. his cock spearing Sia's cunt, her legs spread lewdly wide, the creature purposefully rubs his snout up and down her cleavage, angling tusks to scrape at her overly sensitive, milky nipples, as his hard thrusts, the lewd sounds of sex in the air now, cause her tits to flop and jiggle around his snout. His cock twitches in Sia's womb as she tries to clench around him, milking his shaft, the quillboar's thrusts fast and rough, seeking only to get off in this bitch, to seed her and get her pregnant.

Sia groans, feeling Wyxt begin to play beneath her. That tells her she is at least slightly awake and that somehow makes things more acceptable for Sia herself, who now leans her head back and gasps with every hard thrust into her wet sex, her legs spread open wide and her hips twitching to meet the thrusts with which the Quillboar drives into her hot, wet sex. Her tit bounce with every thrust, the snout that rubs between them making her arousal climb due to the tusks scraping her sensitive skin and then her nipples. She moans a bit louder at that, and a soft, light trickle of milk runs from each of her nipples as she is further aroused, her pussy squeezing the long, hard shaft inside tightly now, milking it for what he is obviously all about to give her anyway.

Wyxt pouts as the Necromancer pulls out from between her lips, pre-cum painting her lips just that little bit glossier, but the necromancer knows where he wants to cum, and he waits patiently, stroking his shaft and eying Wyxt's slutty, horny wife. Wyxt still supports her beloved, bent over and doing her best to remain steady, the quillboar's grip on Sia's waist helping, as she's rocked back and forth by the furious pummeling of Sia's cunt above her. The quillboar ruts against her, scratchy fur rubbing against her belly and thighs, as his cock spasms and her womb receives the first somewhat lukewarm spurts of thick cum, his balls slapping against her ass as he grunts and ruts like an animal. Like a boar, the quillboar doesn't stop fucking that sloppy pussy as he cums, seeking to empty every single drop of his vile seed into Sia's cunt as he ruts against her, milk dribbling down his snout now.

The necromancer speaks, perhaps for the first time, though maybe the drug is wearing down just a little, as he strokes his own porcine shaft, his voice husky and hot, himself on the verge but holding out to, likewise, cum deep in Sia's sloppy cunt. "We 'uv tuh pack dem full o' cum b'fore they cun rest." Grunting, the language is a little rough but understandable. Wyxt eyes his cock longingly from where she's bent over, and bites her lower lip, feeling Sia working so hard for that cum above her.

Sia moans, eyes closed still as she parts her lips a bit tongue flicking out over them and licking along her small tusks almost teasingly. Small gasps escape her lips with every hard thrust she receives, her body shaking with the strength of the furious Quillboar driving into her, then a soft, long-drawn moan as she feels him empty his seed into her womb. Her pussy clenches tightly around the shaft inside her, milking it, helping him do his task as he is supposed to, body quivering on Wyxt as she does so. Her eyes open partly, peering around lustfully now as her nipples dribble milk slowly, but steadily the warm milk running down the skin of her breasts, her body glistening slightly with a light sheen of sweat.

Wyxt tries to look over her shoulder when milk runs down her back and across her own breasts, Wyxt fairly certain it's not her own. The quillboar deep in Sia's cunt does not take long to empty his balls fully into her, grunting and rutting, and when he pulls out, balls empty, he gives a faint grunt and simply turns away, now useless for the fuck-fest orgy and ordered away. Immediately, before cum can even slip out of Sia's abused pussy, the necromancer clad in red robes steps up and slips his cock into her pussy, groaning, loving just how 'loose' she is after that last cock, and the slick ride of the cum swirling around in her wet pussy. Groaning, he also begins to rut against her, letting her tits flop freely for a moment before he opens his mouth to slip one heavy tit somewhat into his mouth, to suckle on her milk. His cock already twitching, it's clear he just wants to get off in Sia's wet twat.

Sia gasps as her wet sex is penetrated again so soon after the first time and moans as the necromancer slides into her and begins to rut against her. She moans, feeling him twitch inside her already, apparently having been quite aroused by Wyxt's tongue already. Her one tit remaining free flops lewdly with every stroke of his thick shaft into her while the other is being sucked upon, which causes Sia to tremble with more arousal, she herself now close to being driven over the edge of her orgasm. Her sensitive nipple leaks milk freely into the snout of the Quillboar and she moans as her body rocks back and forth on Wyxt.

The necromancer does not last long, not after Wyxt's suckling and with Sia's cunt feeling so good around him, especially since, being alive, he actually really can enjoy the fucking. Sia's tit being suckled on, the necromancer loving the taste of her milk and getting her breast slick with his saliva, grunts as he ruts against her, adding his own notably hot cum to the lukewarm cum sloshing around in Sia's womb. He reaches around Sia, to fondle Wyxt's tits even as he uses her to hold Sia steady as he ruts into her, filling her up to the brim with hot quillboar cum until some of the seed starts to slip free of Sia's pussy and runs down her ass to dribble onto Wyxt's.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 11



Sia gives a little cry of pleasure as she feels the Necromancer spilling his seed inside her, the hot, sticky liquid adding to what's already there and filling her up good and that feeling driving her over the edge finally. She gasps, her body shaking beneath the attentions of the Quillboar, beneath his rutting into her hot, sloppy pussy and the feeling of his cum filling her to the brim, so far that it starts to leak out from her clenched pussy. Her hands clench into fists, her body shaking and trembling with her own orgasm as she gasps for breath, her nipples still dribbling that warm, delicious milk to the greedy tongue of the Quillboar above her.

Wyxt smiles, herself aroused, hot, and curious, but quite able to feel that hot cum, both from Sia's warmth and the fact that some of it is dribbling down onto her ass. The quillboar for his part ruts his way through Sia's orgasm and his own, still spurting, still filling her up as he grunts against her... and being living, naturally, it takes him a little longer to pull away from the two sluts, basking in the pleasure and the taste of Sia's milk as he pants against her. Still... orders are orders. He pulls out of Sia's pussy slowly, trying not to displace much of the cum deposited there, before closing her legs, pressing her thighs together to hold as much of that cum as possible. Hands stand up both trolls... before Sia would be the one being bent over, a shocked gasp from behind her revealing that Wyxt is about to receive some treatment of her own as her ass rubs against Sia's. "S... Sia... are y' okay?"

Sia grits her teeth a bit, still a bit wobbly on her legs from her own orgasm as she now has to carry Wyxt on her back, but she manages. She's not the weakest Troll, not after a lifetime of training as an Assassin in any case and even though her illness has taken away a lot of her strength, it is enough to keep Wyxt safe and secure on her back as she is being bent over. Her legs being closed together to keep the hot cum inside her, she does not really mind that, it does feel good after all. Her tits flopping beneath her, she feels some of the milk dribbling from her nipples now dripping to the floor gradually as she is bent over.

Wyxt pouts, but with the drugs being like they are, she's really not honestly sure if she'd asked aloud or 'thought' to ask. Wyxt's arms twist what little they can, to find Sia's hands and hold them, and she takes comfort in that. A moment later, she takes comfort in something else, too, as Wyxt's legs are spread wide for one of the Razorfen quillboar, one of the larger ones, the hulking warriors of the group. Sia herself would find hands on either side of her heavy flopping tits, just to pull her a little lower, another long, thick, dry cock before her lips, the head rubbing pre-cum over her lips, as apparently the quillboar have been stroking themselves so they don't last too long. Wyxt herself groans with pleasure and lust, her back arching what little it can, as a thick, reddish, long cock spears the lips of her cunt, spreading her wide, the Razorfen warrior holding her by the legs and lewdly wide as he sinks his huge girth into her somewhat loose cunt.

Sia belatedly realizes that the question was indeed a question and that it was Wyxt asking her. Her mind still somewhat foggy and distant as she is pulled down and her lips find another hard shaft beneath her, she moans slightly, her legs shivering from the strain of holding up in the position, but managing to do so nonetheless. "I...be fine love..." she mumbles, though had she really spoken? She couldn't say for sure, she wants to have spoken anyway before her lips part and allow that thick, hard cock to slide between them, guided by her little tusks to the back of her throat as she closes her eyes again. her hands squeeze Wyxt's tightly, also taking comfort from the little, tender touch.

Wyxt is reassured. That Sia is alright and she hasn't doomed them for her foolishness is enough for now. Apologies for a silly Razorfen downs group will have to wait. The shaft filling her womb, spearing her and hitting her cervix somewhat roughly, after all, causes her to moan with pleasure, which makes it rather hard to talk. "Mmm..." Wyxt licks her lips, as tits start to roll with each thrust of that quillboar into her snatch, her body rocking over Sia as she bites her lower lip. Wyxt turns her head, looking away from the quillboar fucking her, her own juices and arousal dripping down over Sia's ass now, so that she can somewhat see what's going on behind her. 

The quillboar fucking Sia's mouth, unlike the last, apparently seems determined to cum in her throat this time. One hand weaves itself into Sia's hair, holding her in position, so that he can sink that thick red shaft balls deep in between Sia's green lips... and the sudden thrusts from the quillboar fucking Wyxt only help, as they cause Sia to rock forward until her lips and tusks are buried in the quillboar's crotch fur. Grunting, he bends over her somewhat, suckling on one of Wyxt's breasts, even as he begins to rut against Sia's mouth, fucking her mouth like a pussy. The necromancer rubs his forehead, realizing that his undead minions are not exactly brilliant when it comes to fucking and getting female trolls pregnant.

Sia moans softly around the shaft for a moment, then gags a bit, relaxing her throat so the thick shaft can sink fully into her mouth. Her eyes still shut tightly she squeezes Wyxt's hands as the Quillboar now begins to literally fuck her mouth, thrusting deep into her, burying his thick, hot cock all the way into her mouth. She rocks with the thrusts, both from that one and from the one rutting into Wyxt on her back, her tits flopping lewdly beneath her as she does so. She shifts her head a bit, angling it so the thick cock can slide into her throat more easily, allowing for the Quillboar to indeed fuck her mouth rather harshly, her lips firmly wrapped around the shaft, tusks scraping against the skin with every thrust he takes.

Wyxt can do nothing to resist the vigorous fucking of her pussy, panting with pleasure, and milk leaking from her own nipples now, as that razorfen warrior rubs his tusks against her free breast. The curious feverish poison they'd been hit with is making her too sensitive, and Wyxt can feel her own orgasm fast on the rise as he pounds away, again and again, at her tender, sensitive pussy, drawing sharp moans and gasps from her every time he pounds into her womb. Clenching, she can feel him twitching in her cunt already.... after all, they were all primed and on the edge... had to fuck the two troll bitches fast in case of any would be heroes.

The quillboar in Sia's mouth grunts as he ruts, his cock twitching but seeming to hold out as his balls slap her chin and scratchy fur meets her lips with each full thrust of his cock. "Wrong troll, wrong hole!" the necromancer shouts, furious, but the quillboar is too close to back out now. Grunting and rutting, Sia would feel the first spurts of that lukewarm cum in her throat as he uses her throat like a fuck toy, humping against her face, being undead, uncaring if he bruised her any or not. With a sigh of exasperation, the necromancer orders another razorfen to wait beside the grunting, pounding warrior abusing Wyxt's loose, horny cunt.

Sia would probably have laughed at that, had she been a) in another position and b) not somewhat drugged. As it is, she just moans around his thick shaft, her warm breath teasing him that little bit more, swallowing around his cock to milk him further, her lips tightly wrapped around him, tusks scraping along the length of his shaft. Her hand still hold Wyxt's even though a bit awkwardly now as she tries to also support herself a bit with them, feeling the pounding into Wyxt on her back and the rocking it sends through her body and the weakening of her ow strength from both the drugs and the fucking the two troll sluts are receiving. Her tits flops heavily beneath her, spilling milk to the ground as they do so. Feeling Wyxt shuddering on her back, she knows her beloved is close to her own orgasm and she squeezes her hands tightly.

The quillboar between Sia's expert lips still hears the Necromancer's command. He pulls back, spurting thick, heavy, sweet and salty gobs of cum into Sia's mouth, before he pulls out, gooey white strings painting Sia's lips and face now as he tries to pull free, but her tight lips have milked him too well, and by the time he's free, her face is painted with long strings of thick cum, but the razorfen most certainly won't be next in line to fill up Wyxt. He wanders off, used and useless now as well, after a few strokes to finish himself over Sia's face, a few globs managing to catch her flopping tits.

Wyxt moans with pleasure, audibly and lustfully, as that Razorfen warrior hunches over her, using her, fucking her clenching cunt in long, hard, vigorous strokes, saying in and out between her clenching inner walls as she milks that heavy shaft. Abruptly, he cums, rutting hard into the troll slut, pulling close so that every drop of his lukewarm cum finds her womb, filling her up as he grunts like a boar against her. His hands find Sia's tits below to hold her steady, to hold Wyxt up, Wyxt's legs spread wide to take every single drop of that warm spunk as she groans with lust. She squeezes Sia's hands tightly, and Sia can tell by the heat and the squeezing, that Wyxt is cumming, too.

Sia groans, licking her lips as her face is plastered with the strange, lukewarm cum, her body still forced over and holding steady with Wyxt on her back, even though her legs still are trembling. She now receives some much needed help from the Quillboar fucking Wyxt above, whose hands grab her tits somewhat harshly, but by doing that support her a bit, making it less difficult for the Troll-Priestess to succumb from the exhaustion she is feeling by now. She moans a little more when she feels and hears her beloved wife coming to her own orgasm and she holds her hands tightly in her own, heavy tits, now sprinkled with some of that Quillboar cum flopping as her body is still coked from the rutting of the Quillboar unloading his seed into Wyxt's hot, needy cunt.

Wyxt is surprisingly full by the time the quillboar warrior pulls out of her sloppy cunt. He ruts against her for several minutes, before cum begins to slip out around the sides of his shaft, and Wyxt is left panting, lewdly spread once the razorfen warrior pulls away. The necromancer holds up his hand, motioning for them all to stop, and Wyxt closes her legs herself, trying to catch her breath, her breath hot and husky, as both of them are stood up. The very same Razorfen warrior plucks up both of the troll women, packed full of cum and Sia's face and tits painted with it, as he takes them to one of the nearby pens to lock them up for now.

--- Wyxt shifts about a moment, sitting on the ground, legs flat before her. She abruptly awakes with a start and a startled gasp, and, for a moment, the faintest of tugs on the bonds around their arms, before she realizes that, no, it was not a dream. "..Ah... curse m' foolishness..." Wyxt murmurs, wincing faintly from a headache. She glances out of the cage, to the dark night, and if she were in any other situation, she'd think the nights of Razorfen Downs a beautiful thing. Worried, she looks over her shoulder, then whispers lightly. "Sia, y' awake?"

Sia blinks her eyes open slowly at the soft tugging and at the words, slowly coming to her senses again and, her crimson gaze travels around her gradually, taking in where she was. The memory floods back, of what had happened, how it had happened, and in what it had resulted. She smirked lightly licking her lips, her small tusks slowly, then nodded. "Head feels like splittin' 'ny second...other than tha, nothin' wrong with me. An ye m'love?" she asked softly, shifting a bit, trying to look over her shoulder to Wyxt.

Wyxt pauses. She considers her words carefully as their cheeks meet, the somewhat dry cum on Sia's cheek just a little scratchy, but Wyxt doesn't pull away at all. "...Well, f'r th' most part." She ponders her words... and decides to start with the apologies, instead of the worries. "I love y' Sia... I be sorr'h I got y' int'h this, thought I 'ad 'nough skill an' I still be a fledglin' o' a warrior at best. 'twas stupid o' me thinkin' we could jus' come in 'ere alone an' whip these fuck'rs int' shape."

Sia chuckles lightly, rubbing her cheek against Wyxt's tenderly for a moment, her eyes closed as they sit there in the darkness, the only illumination from a few torches a good deal away and the stars above. "Tis nae jus yer fault love. I shoulda known bout it, too. I been 'ere coupla times meself..." she mumbles and sighs, shaking her head softly. "Cannae change tha now...we hafta think o somethin ta get outta 'ere..." she added, licking her lips again.

Wyxt ponders, then looks to the bonds, which are quite secure, and slightly reek of magic. "..." She looks away for a moment, staring at the cell wall, glossy blue lips pursing. She was 'sure' she didn't ever get pregnant because of C'thun and because she was a construct, and she mostly believed it was C'thun's will, because Sia didn't, either. She 'also' was 'kinda sure' quillboar couldn't mate with trolls. ...But what if she was wrong? Staring forward, Wyxt considers these things, not sure if she should speak, because if Sia hadn't thought of them, Sia wouldn't be worrying about them. Her own belly feels slightly squeamish, and Wyxt, despite what little shifting she does, can 'still' feel some of that cum in her womb.

Sia either doesn't think of it, or seems not worried for the moment, probably the first though. her gaze travels over the interior of their cell, looking for possibilities to escape. She does not feel strong enough to cast any spells yet, otherwise it might be possible for her to mind control a guard to free them, but somehow, her storage of energy was still depleted and she basically felt very weak and totally NOT up to the task of mind controlling anything more intelligent than the average cockroach.

Wyxt can't do much herself. The cords and bindings are firm to being with, but even if she 'could' rip them, Sia was bound in the same bindings. She'd be hurting Sia if she tried, and she'd feel lower than dirt if she failed. ...Wyxt decides to speak up. If Sia didn't think of it, she might soon enough, and Wyxt didn't want her beloved feeling depressed. "...Sia... I want y' t' know... I don' think we c'n get pregnant wit' these pigfuck'rs an' I doubt C'thun would bless it an'way... but I don't know all dat da One Eye does." ...A troll with quills would be kinda interesting. 'Kinda.' "...An' I be sure dat even if y' want'd children, dis ain't da way. But I want y' t' know dat if it 'appens, I love y', an' I'll love th' kid too. Till th' death o' us."

Sia smirks softly,a soft little frown coming to her lips, but she shakes her head, turning away a moment before she speaks up herself. "Dunnae worry m'love. I dun think tis possible either...but...we'll get through whatever might be..." she said softly and shifted her hands a little, awkwardly turning and twisting them until she could grab a hold of Wyxt's hands, squeezing them tenderly in her own as she lay her head back against Wyxt's, closing her eyes a moment to try and relax. Relaxing of course was not something that is easy under such circumstances and the headache was still in her head.

Wyxt does relax though. When Sia says what she does and tries to squeeze her hands, which takes a considerable amount of shifting about, Wyxt smiles in the darkness. Then... "Sia, turn y'r 'ead a bit would y'?" Wyxt peers up at the stars, and considers. It isn't 'quite' how she likes to get fucked... and to be honest, if they had just approached the troll ladies with a proposition instead of sedating them and catching them, Wyxt is fairly certain that, bound to Sia's back like this, the two troll sluts would have been hard pressed to turn down something this kinky. ...Other than the worry about a potential kid, which Wyxt is 'sure' is minimal, it... well, it could be worse.

Sia blinks slightly and turns her head to the side a bit, curious what Wyxt was up to. Her thoughts were turning in circles somewhat. Basically, she had more or less enjoyed the basic concept of what had happened last night, just not the way -how- it had happened really. She didn't enjoy being drugged for certain, but then again, they had made the mistake of coming here when they were not really ready. She inclined her head slightly, still keeping Wyxt's hands in hers as she does so, curiously trying to look to her beloved.

Wyxt turns her head, and she shifts about, scooting her butt away from Sia somewhat. Legs spread, and she twists, one of her arms no doubt twisted somewhat painfully, so that she can turn, and in the darkness, Sia would feel Wyxt's tongue against her cheer, the half-trolless licking Sia's face clean in vigorous strokes. The smell of the dried cum and the simple fact that it probably looked degrading, Wyxt could not tolerate. Dry, it didn't go down well or come off easily, either, but Wyxt's rough strokes continue nonetheless, her breath hot and somewhat labored from the pain in her own arm.

Sia blinks, her cheeks flushing slightly at Wyxt's attentions and she tries her best to accommodate Wyxt better, to not make her feel so much pain. "Love..." she mumbles, but then says nothing more, moved by the gesture and just leaning in close, trying to make it easier for her beloved to get to her cheeks, to clean her with her tongue. She shivered softly in the cool, night-air of the Downs, naked as she was, bound as she was, still doing her best to hold onto Wyxt's hand, squeezing it lovingly.

Wyxt squeezes Sia's hand in return. She doesn't reply, sweating faintly from the effort to just get her beloved clean, to make her more comfortable and to dispel at least some of the upset feelings she might be having. After a few minutes, there's a soft whisper. "Oth'r side, love." Wyxt loved seeing Sia a mess. But she didn't like seeing her dirty, or looked down upon. Wyxt is aware that the quillboar that mussed Sia's face was just stupid, as most undead things are, but there were other creatures here who might take amusement at her beloved's expense, and she could not tolerate that. Would do anything to prevent that.

Sia smiles tenderly and turns her head slowly, offering Wyxt her other cheek to clean, leaning in close, her breath slow and easy though she does strain to make it easier for Wyxt to reach her, easier for her to turn in the bonds, to get to her cheeks without really hurting herself int the attempt. Her eyes are closed now, she enjoys it. She enjoys it because it is Wyxt doing it and she knows why she is doing it and the feeling warms her heart, the thoughts warming her from the inside, chasing away any coldness she might be feeling.

Wyxt smiles faintly once Sia's face is clean.. or at least as clean as she can detect. She swallows, and finally eases back into a more comfortable position for them both, back to back. "..." Trying to think of what to say, Wyxt decides to try to downplay the situation a little. "...Y' know. Ah... this ain't usuall'h th' way I look t' bein' fuck'd, darts an' undead an' what not. But I c'n honestl'h say bein' strapped an' fucked back t' back like this be prett'h kink'h, an' sittin' 'ere wit' ya like this, jus' da two o' us, be nice in it's own way."

Sia laughs softly, a light, tender sound in the dim night. She nods slowly, too, resting herself back against Wyxt and closing her eyes a bit. "Aye...dat be true...tis nae as bad as could be I s'pose...b'sides, we're still together..." she adds, nodding almost to herself. Yes, together, she could endure almost anything and even smile at it. She doubted she'd have the same strength separated somehow. She smiled to herself, surprised at her own...'weakness' if it could be called that. But she was not ashamed to admit it.




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 11



Wyxt nods slowly, and though they're facing away from each other, Sia could feel it. "Aye. ...I mean, damn, can y' think o' a time I seriousl'h complain'd 'bout 'avin' our pussies full o' cum? It jus' be diff'rent cause we got s'rprised. An' I gotta say bein' fucked, even if it's cause they be tryin' t' make runts, be better than dyin'. I couldn't f'rgive m'self if th' last I saw o' ye b'fore we 'it th' Twistin' Nether was one o' dem damned pigs 'urtin' ya." Wyxt scowls. "We get 'nough 'urt, I don't want t' be th' one t' lead y' int'h any."

Sia nods slowly, feeling the same way. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing Wyxt being hurt in front of her eyes without being able to do anything. That was probably the worst thing that could happen to her. She sighed softly, with a light chuckle on her lips as she shifted a bit, getting more comfortable as she could and staring up to the stars. It could almost be called romantic if it weren't for the ropes, binding them together. Though of course, they were bound together...only they didn't need ropes.

Wyxt dispels even 'that.' "I like dis. I don't like 'ow dey started it. But they coulda bound us a 'hole bunch o' diff'rent ways. But instead, I got y'r back. Y' got my back. When I gotta support ya, I do, an' y' do what y' can when it be y'r turn, too. Can't say I be thinkin' too clearl'h 'under th' influence,' but it be reassurin' that even when we be drugged an' damned near gone, we do what we can f'r each oth'r." Wyxt nods again, peering up at the stars as well, heavy lavender blue breasts rising and falling slowly as she smiles. "I'm sure we be out o' this soon. They wouldn't try t' get us pregnant den kill us, an' da downs ain't got nothin' t' take care o' two pregnant troll folk f'r th' next few months an'way. Dey gotta let us go." As if for emphasis, Wyxt's stomach growls.

Sia nods gently and then chuckles as she hears Wyxt's stomach growl. She herself does feel a bit hungry, too, but so far, none for the worse. She looks around briefly, but then resigns to looking up to the stars again, finding the sight somewhat reassuring. "Aye...tis be true...dun be thinkin they wanna keep us long...prolly gonna get us filled again sumtime...an then throw us out again..." she nodded slowly. She had been thinking about that and from what they had heard it was as Wyxt said. It would be illogical for them to kill them after what they had done and it was impossible for them to feed them properly down here.

Wyxt nods a bit again. "...Well, might as well try t' enjoy it dis time a bit more, I dun think we're gonna be comin' back 'ere f'r a good while, an' when we do, I sincerel'h doubt we're gonna get da same welcome." Wyxt snickers a bit, grinning now. "Not like we ev'r 'ad problems wit' bein' stuffed b'fore, an' this definitel'h ain't th' first time m' puss'h be this full o' cum, an' usuall'h I be th' one askin' f'r it! Y'rself too! Like dat time y' was bein' a dirt'h slut wit' Vicious." Wyxt teases. "Y' ain't ev'n know I was controllin' 'im. Though once 'e got in y' wasn't much controllin' needed."

Sia laughs softly, quite vividly remembering the time Wyxt had caused the huge wolf to jump her and take her as his bitch. A soft glow of red spreads over her cheeks, even though of course, in the darkness and turned back to back, Wyxt can't see it. "Aye...dat be true...an well...I did get ya back fer dat..." she chuckles softly, remembering in turn how she had used her new abilities to give Wyxt sorts of pleasure...like the Centaur with his pets taking her on while she was coming home from training. Yes, the two of them were used to this kind of thing happening to them...but as Wyxt said, usually, they asked for it first and didn't get drugged into it. Still, it was true, the best thing they could do, was try to make the best of it.

Wyxt nods. "I s'pose even da drug ain't so bad. I mean, dey 'could' 'ave fucked us while we was 'sleep. Instead it be makin' us woozy, but I gotta say I ain't nev'r felt 'dat' sensitive rubbin' 'gainst y'. Mind y', I love rubbin' 'gainst y', th' drug jus' made it surreal an' dat much reassurin'. Can't say I want t' take a bag o' drugs an' darts 'ome, but dat coulda been worse too." Wyxt grins. She feels reassured by her own words, which means, as she knows, Sia is too, which is definitely the whole point. Feeling positive despite their captivity, Wyxt's sigh is one of relief... after all, when she'd awakened, she'd been worried and fearful.

Sia smiles tenderly and nods. Yes, she was reassured, too and that had obviously been the whole point of the thing and the talk. She remained quiet, but her hand snaked to Wyxt's again, squeezing it tenderly and just holding it as the two trollesses sat there, back to back. The whole deal was still a kind of mess, but at least it was a hot mess and one they would get out of. Sia smiled slightly. "I love ya m'sweets..." she mumbled softly after a moment.

Wyxt nods. "I love y' too Sia. Y' be m' strength, y' know dat. 'ell, aft'r dis I might take t' thinkin' we should get waylaid a lil' more oft'n, though I'd rath'r th' places 'ave food if we get drug off." Wyxt snickers. It's partially a joke, after all, Wyxt waving a huge flaming sword around hardly inspired the people at the end of the sword to suddenly want to fuck, even with their bodies half exposed and looking somewhat scantily clad. Then again, some folk did consider trying to get fucked up there with one of the good ways to go.

Sia laughs lightly and nods to Wyxt's words, though she, too had her doubts about motivation of people who would find themselves on the wrong end of Wyxt's blade. Of course, Sia could always Mind Control them, but that took a bit of the fun away in such situations. Of course, other situations were different as she quite vividly remembered herself. She grinned playfully leaning her head back a bit more to bump against Wyxt's. "Ye already be tryin ta think o possibilities ter get laid like dat 'gain?" she asks with a chuckle.

Wyxt shifts her arm for emphasis on the bindings. "It be int'r'stin' t' see 'ow creative some oth'r people can get wit' us. I mean, dis 'as crossed m' mind in small part, ya, but certainl'h not t' this extent, an' it ain't quite da same when y' get t' plan da whole thing, eith'r. This gives us reasons t' worr'h, sure, I don't think I be ready t' be a quilltroll moth'r, but it also 'as a rush t' it y' don't quite get an'where else."

Sia smirks lightly and nods to herself a moment. "Aye...tis be sumthin ya dun get 'nywhere else...that be true...well, jus have ta see if 'nyone else be fun 'nuff ta jump on us, eh?" she says with a low chuckle as she licks over her lips lightly. "Dunno what would do so though...an honestly, if'n it happens, I wanna be surpised..." she adds and then grins wickedly.

Wyxt nods. "Well, we ain't gonna make no plans f'r this t' 'appen again. But if'n it does, we do our best t' enjoy it like da filth'h slut wives we be." Wyxt cackles, which draws a somewhat alarmed look from the necromancer across the way... but it wasn't like they didn't expect the troll women to talk. Just surprised that they were 'happy.' "I can still feel da stuff in me. Damn, it's been at least a day now." Wyxt shifts about again, and if it wasn't obvious, some of that is just to feel it swirl. "S'me reall'h thick cum..."

Sia smiles lightly, looking down herself to her belly and shifts as well, feeling the same effect Wyxt does and enjoying it, just like her wife. After all, they are the same in so many ways, especially when it comes to being slutty. She smirks slightly and leans her head back again, closing her eyes. "Aye...strange...but then 'gain...could be cuzthey be undead...or the necromancers put sum spell on it or somethin...I dunno but we'll see, aye?" she chuckled and bumps the back of her head against Wyxt's again.

Wyxt nods. "Kinda odd, necromanc'rs wit' spells f'r f'rtilit'h, if dat be da case. But I s'pose that ain't so farfetched, jus' dem doin' things backwards I guess." Wyxt grins faintly at Sia's head bumping. "Like y' bumpin' da back o' m' 'ead knowin' we got headaches, instead o' da usual foreheads bumpin." Wyxt is amused though for all her mock complaining, and her voice is warm and teasing. "I love y' Sia. I couldn't 'ave ev'r ask'd f'r a bett'r companion in m' life, m' bett'r 'alf. Y' know?"

Sia smiles and nods tenderly. of course, she feels the same. The day she had decided to spend a night in the Lube 'n Booty had been the best day in her life. She had never regretted her decision had never regretted dedicating herself to Wyxt and she would never do so, not in her life. She leaned back fully now, her eyes half open, gazing dreamily up into the stars a lazy, gentle smile playing over her full lips. "Aye m'love...I love ya, too an I cannae think o anyone with whom I'd like ta spend m'life with...just ye..." she mumbles softly.

Wyxt beams, proud and feeling strong, considering they're bound in the dark, nude and messy like shameless sluts. "Aye. That's this is th' way it's s'posed t' be." Wyxt smiles warmly, and closes her eyes, her sigh as much thankful as one of relief. "...Thank y', C'thun, f'r givin' me dat second chance t' find 'er..." mumbled, barely audible in the darkness. The Nether had been so empty. She'd felt so incomplete. But now, Wyxt does not feel like a shard of the former Solitaire. Sia makes her feel complete, like her own person, with her own story. Wyxt's smile is warm and proud as she sits, back to back with Sia, in the dark.

Sia smiles and holds Wyxt's hands in the darkness, her eyes closing completely, relaxing, at peace with herself and her environment, which is saying something considering where she is and how she is there, naked, bound and filled with cum. But it all doesn't really matter. For the moment, only Wyxt and herself exist, only that warm feeling of her beloved against her back, the gentle movements in her body when she breathes, the soft sound of her breathing. Anything else doesn't matter right now. She feels whole.

Wyxt probably could be picked up by the quillboars and ravaged right now, but it wouldn't disturb her pleasure. In fact, she'd probably just find it fun now, though she'd make sure to tell the bastards how filthy and disgusting they were given the chance, just for how they did it. Wyxt is fully aware of the situation, and the fact that she is reassured despite just means so much more. She squeezes Sia's hands again lightly, reassuringly, and leans back fully against Sia. The Downs were chilly at night. But they have each other.

--

A grunt, and the sound of wood grinding across stone and dirt, would be the sound Sia and Wyxt awaken to. It looks to be dusk, judging by the amber hue above the brambles high above, and it sounds like the quillboar are satisfied they've waited long enough to give the two trollesses some rest. One of the necromancers steps into the pen, kneeling down, tusks only inches from their cheeks as he sniffs them and looks them up and down, taking note of Sia's cleaned face and chuckling in a deep, husky grunt of a voice. "Hrm hrm..." He grunts, and rough, rugged hands come forward to rest on both Wyxt's and Sia's breasts, fondling them as he considers them. Wyxt stares at him a long moment, then closes her eyes and bites her lower lip as she shivers against Sia.

Sia blinks her eyes open slowly, still a bit sleepy. She hadn't slept all too well after all, being bound to Wyxt was nice and it was nice to rest and relax for a while, but sleeping was another matter. She blinked and blinked again, then felt the heavy, rough hands on her large breasts, causing a shudder to run through her body, trembling lightly against Wyxt in her bonds, eyes closing halfway again. She bites her lips, frowning only lightly, mostly because she does not really enjoy being woken up so suddenly, then again, she's not about to complain in this situation.

Wyxt is tempted, sorely, to bite him. 'But' she knows that would be stupid. Don't get her wrong, the feel of rough hands on her milky, heavy tits is nice, Wyxt squirming just a bit under the touch as her somewhat large, purple tattooed nipples harden and she moans. But they 'still' took them improperly. Still, if she bit him, they might be too rough, and if they were too rough, Sia might be hurt. Wyxt is determined, though, that she is going to kick 'someone' in the crotch before they get out of here. "Heh heh, puhfeck..." the quillboar grunts in horrid common. His hands drop from their tits, the quillboar himself aroused now, to their pussies, forcing fingers roughly between their spread legs to see how wet they are, and to make sure they're good and ready for another... 'healthy' dose of thick cum.

Sia is not particularly aroused yet. After all, she just woke up and received just a bit of fondling, but she is starting to get aroused now, particularly because she can't help but think of what Wyxt and her had talked about last night and because of the images that brought back to mind. Albeit far from dripping a slight wetness is detectable between her legs as she moans lightly, feeling the rough gropes from the quillboar's hands between her legs. She shifts a bit and is of a mind to try something, some sort of escape, but that wouldn't do. She had nowhere near enough power to try anything seriously. So, as Wyxt had said last night, the best they could do was try to enjoy it, right?

Wyxt isn't too aroused yet. But she is honestly getting there. Sensing the reservations, she smiles faintly. It's forced, this first one, but she moans, low and husky, and when the fingers slip into her spreading legs, the second moan is not so forced. The quillboar slips two fingers into the both of them, curling and fishing about, then chuckles again, before standing. Wyxt, shivering and warm against Sia's back now, mumbles. "...Ah, no darts dis time... we drink da stuff if y' want us t'." She didn't want sharp things nicking Sia's skin, even if they were trolls and it wasn't noticeable The thick bushy brows of the quillboar rise, before he pries two vials from within his black robes. Two quillboar, undead, come to lift the two troll women, only to set them outside of the pens and on the ground. Standing off to the side, Wyxt and Sia can barely see it, but the quillboar are applying the curious drug to their long, veiny shafts, as instructed by the necromancer. "Ah, you gut da dose duh right an easuh way den..." he mumbles, chuckling.

Sia blinks slowly, eying the surroundings and pondering, then getting the idea what the applying was all about. A slight smirk and then a grin spreads on her lips as she lets out a soft, low moan. Yes, that would obviously work and the way that drug had affected her was still fresh in her memory. Actually, she felt she was looking forward to the effects. It would make being tied against Wyxt that much nicer and...well, everything else, too. She licked her lips again, looking left and right, waiting for the first of the quillboars to step up for what they obviously had in mind.

Wyxt wants the drug too. Not just for the enhancing effects, but she doesn't want to think 'too much' while this is going on. Just to feel. When the two quillboar come to stand on either side of them, Wyxt sticks out her tongue, licking the head of one of those somewhat blunt but thick, long shafts, getting a taste of the curiously sweet green stuff and of quillboar cock. If she wasn't particularly aroused before, she certainly is warming to the idea now. "Mmm... stuff m' cunt full o' that 'ot pigfuckin' cum den, we gotta get 'ome soon, people waitin' on us." Wyxt purrs, and a moment later, her quillboar steps forward, her mouth willingly accepting the coated shaft as it slips between her tusks and into her mouth. Sia's glossy, sexy green lips are presented with a cock for them, too, though the quillboar is generous to give her a moment to breathe or even speak first.

Sia does not say anything, there's not much to say in this situation after all. She purses her lips briefly, then flicks out her tongue over the shaft, tasting the strange liquid, feeling the effects kick in rather quickly and she is glad for that actually. Her lips part a bit more, invitingly and soon enough, the Quillboar is not satisfied with waiting, shoving that thick cock between her lips and into her mouth. She moans lightly around the shaft, tusks scraping the side of it as she moves her head a little to get him to slip in further, to accommodate more of him, feeling the tip of it already brushing against the back of her throat.

Wyxt is compliant as well, especially when the aphrodisiac on that lukewarm, curiously sweet smelling shaft starts to make her woozy. Nipples hard, aroused and feeling herself growing more sensitive as Sia's head bumps lightly against her own from the thrust of the quillboar behind them, Wyxt invites that thick cock deep into her mouth, closing her eyes as the head roots itself in her throat. The two quillboar begin to thrust into the willing sluts wet mouths, rough hands finding themselves in their hair so that Sia and Wyxt don't bump their heads together too much. Of course, the undead fuckers have no plans to cum in Wyxt and Sia's mouth, but fucking their throats makes sure the troll sluts swallow down every bit of that poison.

Sia moans softly again, though the sound is largely muffled by the cock between her lips, which she takes deep into her throat, shifting her head that extra bit to angle it so it can glide smoothly into her throat. She feels the effects of the drugs fully now, the intoxicating sensitivity of her skin now, feeling her nipples harden quickly as she sucks off the Quillboar in front of her, feeling him fuck her mouth, making sure the poison on his shaft would really be completely swallowed by the willing slut in front of him.

Wyxt shifts about what little she can too. Heavy tits bouncing with each thrust of the quillboar into her mouth and throat, Wyxt groans around that thick shaft as the quillboar roots himself in her throat time and again. The sound of balls slapping their chins can be heard now, the quillboars fully stuffing themselves in Sia's and Wyxt's mouths, all the way to the roots of their shafts as they hunch down over the two trollesses, both working to get themselves close to cumming in those needy pussies, and to work off the last drops of that green goo on the very ends of their cocks. A bit more thrusting, vigorously, and Wyxt's pulls out first, Wyxt's stroking tongue doing wonders to get the poison off as he pulls out with a plop and she gasps.

Sia does not need much longer either, her tongue curling around the thick shaft in her mouth, licking the last bits of the strange poison off almost hungrily as her throat is being fucked thoroughly by the Quillboar in front of her. He, too however knows his job and pulls out of her mouth eventually, leaving Sia panting, gasping softly as she licks her lips, again in that hazy, daze, not really noticing much except for how wonderfully warm Wyxt feels against her back and how wet and hot her pussy feels, how much she wants to be filled right now. She moans cutely, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her quick, shallow breathing.

Wyxt licks her lips, licking them clean of the slightly sweet, slightly bitter green slime, as she takes a moment to breathe. The quillboars kneel, and they lift the two troll ladies, standing them up, before their hands find the trollesses' thighs, spreading their legs and lifting them off the ground. Back to back, Wyxt spreads her legs willingly, leaning back against Sia and giggling, only faintly, before that amusement turns into a loud groan as the quillboar shuffle forward. They, of course, waste no time, being undead things. Thick, long quivering shafts are pressed against the hot, wet lips of Wyxt and Sia's cunts, Wyxt's legs raised somewhat... they curl around the quillboar's waist as he slowly, but surely, plunges his warm shaft into her hot, needy cunt, drawing a low, husky moan from the slut. **more**




Wyxt and Sia Sinblade Ch. 11



The quillboar before Sia grunts as he spreads her legs as well, the quillboar letting Sia and Wyxt's bindings support the two harlots with ease as he, too, steps forward, the head of his shaft spending only a moment to rub over Sia's hyper-sensitive clit before he begins to burrow his meat into that loose, wet, still 'slightly' sloppy cunt.

Sia giggles softly, then gasps as she feels that hot, thick piece of cock slide into her. Her pussy instinctively clenches around it, tightening its grip, trying to get it as deep into herself as she can. her legs spread willingly and wrap around the waits of the Quillboar fucking her tightly, adding to the need, pulling him closer against her to make him fill her even more as a low, long moan escapes her lips. Her breasts rise and fall quickly now as she feels the large cock buried deep within her and she bites her lower lip a bit, shivering in her bonds somewhat against her beloved.

Wyxt pants, just a bit, as the two quillboar push between their legs. Grunting, snouts pressed into the troll ladies' cleavages, the quillboar don't begin to fuck the two just yet... instead going for full penetration. Hands on their thighs spread Sia and Wyxt as much as possible, and they move forward, plowing those large cocks into the two horny troll sluts until they're balls deep, until the two could feel the blunt heads of their shafts probing their still wet wombs. Wyxt seeks out Sia's hands this time, as much for support as pleasure, as she moans, head pressed back against Sia's as the quillboar rest within them for a moment. 

When the quillboar start fucking, this time, instead of thrusting at the same time, they find a rhythm. First, Sia's 'mate' pulls out of her cunt a few inches, slowly at first, her clenching puss making sloppy wet sounds with each thrust as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, slowly starts to get her body to bouncing, her heavy tits to jiggling. Wyxt's waits a few seconds, and doesn't pull out until Sia's thrusts in, the two alternating, keeping the bound, busty sluts bouncing constantly as they begin, slowly at first, but surely, to piston in and out of the needy blue and green duo.

Sia groans with the sensations of the thick cock thrusting into her hot, needy cunt. The drug causing her to feel everything more powerfully making the experience even more of a joy, particularly since her other senses are somewhat dulled and she doesn't really think about what's happening, just feeling the pleasure course through her body as she is fucked, roughly. Her body shaking with every thrust, rubbing against Wyxt's as the quillboars apparently grow a bit more complex or even imaginative in their doing though Sia has the faint idea that that's the necromancers doing who are after all, controlling them somewhat. She, too holds onto Wyxt's hands, squeezing it tightly as the two Troll-sluts are being pounded into.

Wyxt bites her lower lip lightly as they're fucked. Of course, undead are undead, and the quillboar are not fucking the two troll women with finesse. The point isn't 'really' to please, but Wyxt and Sia's hot bodies and squeezing pussies are helpful for what needs to be done. The two quillboar shuffle that little bit closer, and thick, long cocks pound into their cervices again and again as the two being to rut against the sluts, fucking them in fast, short but vigorous, wet strokes. Feeling that, now somewhat cum coated, cock slipping into her cunt and womb again and again, and with the drugs working like they are, Wyxt responds, panting and gasping, milky tits flopping, as her hips grind back against each rough thrust of those shafts. 

The two troll sluts don't 'have' to do much though. In this position, being rocked up and down with each thrust of the rough fucking quillboar naturally lifts the two hot sluts up only to slide down back onto those rooting shafts, the sluts, of course, having no where else to go. Sia could feel the faintest telltale twitching deep in her womb already as the quillboar grunts against her flopping green tits... but there was no worry, after all, even if this one came early, surely there would be another to help her orgasm.

Sia bites her lower lip as well, almost mimicking Wyxt's facial expression as she closes her eyes and lets herself be fucked roughly by the large Quillboar between her legs. her tits bounce and jiggle with every harsh stroke into her hot, needy cunt, she moans with every thrust, squeezing that thick shaft inside her tightly. Her nipples, hard from the sensations already are rubbed against the snout of the Quillboar, the sensitive skin giving her even more cause to moan and even gasp slightly now. Even though she's pretty sure this one won't do, she won't be holding out very long herself, not with these drugs working in her anyway.

The quillboar deep in Sia's pussy nuzzles Sia's heavy breasts, perhaps catching a fleeting memory of when he was living, smooth curved tusks rubbing against her breasts somewhat roughly as her pussy is speared by his thick girth. He continues to rut inside of Sia's pussy, only driven onward by the rough thrusts of the other quillboar into Wyxt's wet, hungry cunt as Wyxt pants. Wyxt cums at the same time as the quillboar in Sia's cunt begins to fill her pussy with thick, long stringy ropes of lukewarm cum, Wyxt giving a long, low, husky and needy moan as she bucks against the thrusting hips of the quillboar fucking her so roughly, tits jiggling and just the faintest trickle of milk escaping those sensitive nipples now.

Sia groans softly as the thick cum fills her pussy and womb quickly, the thrusts of the Quillboar making her body tremble with every stroke with every powerful thrust into her. She bites her lower lip again lightly, squeezing that thick cock tightly, milking it for all its worth as her hands squeeze Wyxt's hand tightly even though that's just slightly awkward, she does not mind. It gives her even better a feeling of things, what with the drug and everything, the rubbing against her beloved's back is almost as intoxicating as the Quillboar stuffing her full of cum.

Wyxt is reduced to panting and gasping, now, as the quillboar within her just now is on the verge of exploding, thrusting roughly into Wyxt's cunt, balls slapping against her ass with each vigorous thrust, the lavender blue trolless hot and sweaty now against Sia as she struggles to find her breath. Sia's quillboar ruts against her, getting every drop of his thick cum into Sia's overstuffed womb, grunting and huffing as he empties his balls into her. Apparently, he has a thick, heavy load for the troll slut despite cumming so early, because his bucking and fucking only get rougher, his hands coming to rest on the fine cheeks of Sia's full, plush green ass now as cum dribbles out of her pussy with each thrust, and he's still spurting.

Sia groans, soft gasps mixing with little pants of joy and pleasure as she's fucked as he picks up the pace and continues to grind into her, continuing to unload his thick, sticky cum inside her and her pussy keeps clenching, keeps milking him for more. Her heavy tits flop freely against the snout of the quillboar as she is roughly pounded, , her nipples giving off slight, droplets of milk by now, flowing down her shiny green skin as she closes her eyes, enjoying the ride, feeling herself coming closer to her own climax swiftly.

Wyxt feels her throat ragged from hot, husky breathing, as the quillboar rutting against her finally starts to fill her own packed womb with his own cum, hips slapping against Wyxt's own as he fills her up with that lukewarm, curiously 'thick' semen. Because of how thick it is, Wyxt and Sia, despite being full of cum already, can feel every spurt of cum in their cunts like a wet lashing, causing Wyxt to tremble against Sia's back as her hands squeeze Sia's own, Wyxt driven to a second, slightly smaller orgasm as she groans and closes her eyes, stiffening. 

Sia's boar has no staying power. Maybe he is recently deceased, 'or' maybe he just never got laid to begin with, but regardless, those heavy, damned near horse sized balls have been commanded to pack Sia absolutely full of what he has to offer. Almost spent, almost done, Sia's quillboar does not relent, grunting, unable to see more than green, flopping tits as each thrust causes cum to splatter out of Sia's soaked, tight pussy and he feels himself on the edge of achieving his purpose, of doing his part to get this bitch pregnant. Hands rest on Sia's waist now, pulling her down onto his shaft with one final, rough, hard thrust that pushes his swollen cock fully into her womb as he grunts.

Sia feels herself go over the edge right then, feeling Wyxt's own orgasm as much as her own and the last, powerful, deep stroke, filling her do the trick and she shudders almost violently, a loud, long-drawn moan escapes her lips as she closes her eyes, squeezing Wyxt's hands tightly in her own, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over her as her pussy clenches hard around that shaft, holding him, wanting him to keep her stuffed for at least a bit longer.

Wyxt gives a sigh, whether of relief or sadness, as her quillboar does pull out, and even closing her legs can't stop some of that thick white goo from escaping her pussy this time. Panting for air, exhausted, Wyxt's head hangs now, dark blue bangs hiding her eyes, though her squeezing hands suggest she's still awake. The quillboar lodged deep in Sia's cunt starts to pull out, but the necromancer, thinking the sluts were willing enough for a reward, gestures idly with his hand. The quillboar leans forward, Wyxt gasping a bit as her tits are suddenly swaying beneath her, and for just a few more vigorous, wet thrusts, the quillboar fucks Sia's needy, spasming pussy through her orgasm, rubbing his snout greedily against her breasts and giving her that last little bit of stimulation she needs.

Sia gasps, then moans with unrestrained joy as the gets those last few strokes that drive her through her orgasm and she shivers, her body tensing up with the pleasure until finally, her orgasm subsides and she just moans softly, licking her lips, panting for breath, her heavy tits rising and falling with each deep breath, trying to orient herself again, though to no avail as the drug still has its effect on them. She moans again softly, tenderly, feeling the thick cum inside of her, some of it even dribbling down her thighs even though by now she has her legs closed.

The necromancer watches, seeing that cum trickling down their legs and realizing that anything more than this will just be trouble. He motions, and the guards open up one of the pens, a one eyed ogre from the Dustwallow Marsh village looking up warily. "Yu take dem Freewind Post. Unbind dem. No trux ure we kill yuh." The necromancer gestures to the ogre. Normally, the ogre, at the sight of two sloppy troll sluts at his disposal, would be overjoyed, but after spending the past several weeks as a experiment for undead, he all too eagerly hefts them both over one shoulder. "Which way?!" 

As the two trollesses are lifted, Wyxt abruptly kicks out, and a hunter standing off to the side falls to his knees, himself quite alive, as she nails him dead in the groin, particularly with him aroused, her shooting Sia with his dart when they were caught. Drugged, but smiling satisfied, she passes out on the ogre's shoulder as the necromancer laughs at his companion's expense. The ogre carries the two sluts in towards the back entrance, elated to be escaping and not realizing the parasite in his chest will kill him long before he makes it to his own home. Ah well. Scourge really aren't trustworthy folk.