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ADRIANNA

I awoke from the best sleep I’d had in recent memory. I pulled the tangled mess of hair from my face, inundating my sinuses with the sweet smell of Furia’s morning skin. She was lying on her back, her cute little snores whistling from her, her fat cock standing at full mast from her womanly thighs. What a sight to wake to. I admired it for a few minutes, watching it throb and pulse, the apex shining with a delicious layer of her frosting. But I didn’t have time to indulge myself. I planted a kiss on her forehead, collected my clothes, and made my way to the washroom.

“Hey Commander.” Faltia said with a bright smile, toweling herself off.

“Good morning, Captain.” I said back, noting the glow of her cheeks, and the way her hands always seemed to find her belly.

“Hey Adrianna.” Soraya yawned, strutting out from one of the basin alcoves. There were bruises on her knees, handprints all over her breasts and backside, and scratch marks running along her spine. She wore them like battle scars, and smirked crookedly as she made her way to the towel rack.

Brianna stumbled into the washroom, took two uneasy steps, then rushed to the sink, and puked. “I’m fine!” She insisted, “I just had some bad… why I am bothering to lie to you anymore? I did too much coke last night, and tried to counteract it with too much alcohol.” She heaved, splattering the sink, “It didn’t work.”

My first instinct was to reprimand her, but I stayed that echo of Adarian before he made a fool of me. When I thought about it, I didn’t even know if narcotics were illegal in Alkandra. Was anything illegal in Alkandra? Not currently, no. Not until I decided it was. I turned away from the woman puking in the sink, and pondered that thought. What ethos would we base Alkandran law upon? Certainly not the Highland doctrine I’d followed nearly all my life, but it also couldn’t be the brutal tribal laws. It was something Yavara should’ve already set in place, but Yavara was hundreds of miles away.

“Oh Sor-ay-a,” Eva’s voice sung as she entered the room. Soraya turned around, clapped her hands over her mouth, and squealed delightedly. Eva was dressed in leather ranger armor, though she’d tailored it for less militaristic endeavors. The buxom corset and chaps looked like something I’d find in an Ardeni brothel, and she was naked from navel to thigh, only a thin belt strung atop her bulging glutes to hold a short leather scabbard before her crotch. She caught my eye, and winked. Did I blush? A little, maybe.

“Oh my god, Domina!” Soraya exclaimed, examining her paramour’s outfit, “It’s beautiful!”

“I thought you’d like it.” Eva chuckled, the sound exuding from her with a menace that hadn’t been there before. Did I feel tingle between my legs? Perhaps.

Brianna looked up at the newly-minted dominatrix, then barfed into the sink.

Eva smirked with black-sheened lips, “I see that you and Kiera got along handsomely.”

“Did you get something for me?” Soraya asked her lover, “You know, the…”

“…right here.” Eva grinned, proffering a collar and leash.

Soraya clapped giddily, then turned around, and presented her neck for Eva. Without even a hint of shame, she was collared and leashed before the rest of us. In fact, there was a measure of pride to her face when she touched the nameplate that hung before the hollow of her throat. The image roused a memory I had of April, who on special occasions, would let me treat her like the dog she (literally) was. I awaited the pain that memory would bring, but it didn’t come. All I felt in that moment, was a strange curiosity for how it might feel to be on the end of that leash.

“And where are you taking your doggie?” Kiera asked as she entered the washroom, looking nearly as green as Brianna.

“Out for a walk with Faltia.”

“What?” Faltia asked.

Eva stroked Soraya along the spine, and the busty masochist actually purred. “I thought having a friendly little pet like Soraya would help with your recruitment.”

Faltia turned to me. “Commander?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to allow this?”

Eva groaned, and Soraya sighed. I shrugged, washing beneath my nails. “As royally-appointed leaders, how we present ourselves is paramount. The people will follow the example we set, so our image must be very well-tended.”

“Fine.” Eva grumbled, undoing the lacing on her corset.

I turned my attention back to my nails. “As you were.”

She paused. “What?”

I smiled. “You seem to have your finger on the pulse of this place. I trust your judgement.”

She gave me an appraising look, her black-sheened lips quirking once more. “Well, how about that.” She wrapped the leash around her hand, “Come, Pet. Let’s go make some new friends, shall we? It is our job, after all.”

ROSE

“Grow.” I whispered, wiping my brow. I never realized the sun could be so oppressive. Being a nymph meant most of my life had been spent beneath the green veil of the spruce canopy, and the naked sun rarely shown through it. I pushed my hand back into the cool black soil, and felt a small measure of relief.

“Grow.” I requested again, turning the seed in my hand beneath the soil. It used to be so much easier for me. There was a time when I could plant a seedling at dusk, and it would bear fruit by dawn, but those times were gone. We had killed and destroyed, and lost our purity to the bodies of our brothers, and now the connections we once felt so intimately with the earth had faded. Even Mother walked in mortal flesh, only keeping part of her mind on the woodlands she’d been tasked to tend so long ago.

“This is really fucking boring.” Diamond sighed.

“Hush.” I hissed at the succubus, “I need to concentrate, and so do you.”

She looked at her hand buried in the soil. “On what?”

“Don’t you feel the connection?”

“I think I feel a worm.”

One of my brothers passed us by, and Diamond quickly diverted her attention to him. “Hi, Elmlark!” She cooed with a lecherous smile.

“That’s Willowbranch.” I said.

“What does it matter what their names are? None of them can talk anyway.” Diamond said with a fixed smile, tracking Willowbranch as he walked away. Her smile faded. “I know your mother made them impervious to succubus charms, but they’re still men, right?! Am I not I beautiful?”

“She also made sure they only desire their own kind.” I said, nodding toward Diamond’s buried hand, “Which might explain why nothing’s happening for you, distant cousin.”

She eyed my own buried hand. “So is that just performance anxiety then?”

“Try singing to them.” A soft voice said from behind me. I turned around to see the matriarch succubus, Crystal, watching me from her violet eyes.

“Sing to the seed?” I asked.

She dropped into a crouch beside me, plucked a seed from my sack, and pushed her hand into the soil. Breathing through her nose, she closed her eyes, and began to sing. It was a smile lullaby, but the sweet tenor of her voice spoke to me nonetheless, and from the soil, a small green stalk spouted, the little leaves unfolding to catch the naked sun. She finished her song, and smiled fondly at the little pumpkin plant as she ran her finger along the stalk. For a moment, she almost looked like the woman she once was, Mother’s favorite daughter before me. Then she sniffed sharply, and her eyes darted up to catch one of my passing brothers, and they tracked him as her reptilian pupils constricted in predatory hunger.

“We are leaving this place, Diamond.” She said.

Diamond pulled her hand from the soil, and tossed her unsprouted seed into my sack. “I thought we would choose one of the hybrids to be our new master?” She asked.

“We only have one master, and she still lives, I feel it.” Crystal pulled her hand from the soil, and stood up, peering north. “Yavara is assembling a horde in the Tundra. Nearly a hundred-thousand orc males in their primes, Diamond. Warriors full of violence and passion, and no women to release it.” She licked her lips, “We must perform our duties to our country, after all. Go get your sisters.”

ARBOR

I watched the daughter I’d once called ‘Tulip’ disappear into the Great Forest without a look back. She was her own woman, and in a way, I was proud of her for her independence, but it still pained me that she would never know me like she once did. My eyes fell upon Rose, whose mind wandered listlessly from brother to brother, assessing each one, and finding each wanting. I feared that I had given her what she needed too late, and that infertile nymph males would not satisfy her. I would do everything I could to make sure she did not follow in Tulip’s footsteps, but in Alkandra, temptation was around every corner, and the worst of all temptations for a nymph girl walked right behind me.

“Arbor?”

“Yes, Kiera?” I answered without looking. It seemed to bother people that the eyes on my face only provided a fraction of my vision, so I made sure to turn to her after I’d spoken.

“Adrianna sent me to-”

“Governess Adrianna, Kiera. It is important that we use her title.” I corrected, then added a smile, because people liked smiles. It was so much easier to interact with mortals when I was mostly spirit, and could express my emotions directly with their minds. Expressing with the face was nearly akin to lying, as how could a portrait convey such complex sentient emotions? It was no wonder that miscommunication was rampant in the mortal world.

“Ah… yeah.” She said, “Anyway, Governess Adrianna sent me here to be the agricultural liaison.”

“Because you used to pick psychedelic mushrooms in my forest, and once grew an ill-cared for marijuana plant in the woods outside Castle Thorum?” I raised my brows to convey disbelief, “That is what qualified you to be the crown’s agricultural liaison?”

Kiera snorted. “Apparently. Druggies are all hippies, and hippies love plants, right?”

“Why did the governess not appoint me?” I asked, gesturing to the field where hundreds of my sons and daughters toiled, “I would think I am the most qualified.”

Kiera shifted uncomfortably. “Being a liaison is mostly about just talking to people, you know? You’re like the expert, and I’m going to be your translator.”

I blinked. “The governess thinks my communication skills are lacking.”

“The governess thinks your many talents and unique skills would be wasted in court.” Kiera smiled amicably.

I blinked again. “I am not a dullard, Kiera Lestria; I know when I am being patronized.” I cleared my throat, an affectation I was becoming quite fond of, “Very well,” I said, “if the governess says so, then I will not protest.” I looked steadily at her, something I knew would make her uncomfortable, “But if you undermine me, then I will make certain that the governess sends me a new liaison.”

She held up her hands defensively, “No need to flex, great forest spirit, I know where my bread is buttered.”

I blinked a third time. “Did you just have an aneurysm, child?”

She laughed and shook her head. “I can see I have my work cut out for me.”

I smiled then, realizing somewhat of the humor in it. I assessed this Kiera with a clinical eye, and found her to be as alluring as Elena had been. There was a touch of incubus in each of the hermaphrodites, and that was what made them so dangerous to nymphs. Alexa had the least of it, Kiera had as much as Elena, Eva had quite a bit more, and Furia… Furia practically leaked desire from her sweat. It was fortunate that Furia was so timid around women she was attracted to, for I saw her eyes wander to some of my daughters along the road, and some of my daughters’ eyes wandered very curiously to the magnificent bulge within her pants.

“Kiera.” I said.

“Yes?”

“You are free to act as liaison for the governess in any way you see fit.” I turned to her then, spreading the full span of my wings, “But if you corrupt any of my daughters with your seed, then I will return you to the earth.”

FURIA

“Why do you still have that uniform on?” Brianna hissed as we made our way through the makeshift village.

“Adrianna still wears hers.”

“Oh, and you just do whatever she does, huh?”

“No!” I said a little too indignantly.

Brianna smirked at me. She’d dawned one of the outfits Yavara had left us, an Ardeni cocktail dress that she wore like it was her own skin. It galled me that Brianna, who had been a woman for less than a week, was already better at being one than I. That easy arrogance he’d possessed as a man, now translated easily into the hip-jutting confidence of a fully-fledged woman.

“Hey bro.” She said, putting a hand on my shoulder, “I was in the same boat as you when I first got my dick wet. She had decades of experience, and I’d only ever had my hand. After that first night, I thought I was in love.”

“Are you actually about to give me relationship advice right now?”

“I’ve been in so many relationships, so who better?”

I snorted. “I don’t need a lesson on how to treat women like rented goods.”

Brianna chuckled. “Every girl I was with knew what she was getting into. We started and ended the relationship on equal footing. Can you say the same? Why do you think Adrianna has you out here with me?”

I held up my clipboard. “We’re taking a census.”

“Seems like a job I could do on my own. All I have to do is go up to someone and ask them a few questions. It takes some social skills and a winning smile.” She eyed me, “So why are you here?”

“Oh, so you’re my babysitter, is that it?!” I growled, “Little baby Furia can’t be trusted with a real job, so she has to tag along with you?”

“Soraya is the scribe, Alexa is the engineer, Kiera is the agricultural liaison, Faltia is the watch commander, Eva is the recruiter, I’m the populations director, and you’re…?”

I scowled at her, then marched right up to an orc standing by the moat. “Excuse me sir, my name’s Furia, Augustinia and… and I… and I’m…”

The orc stared slack-jawed at me, his black eyes scrutinizing me to the marrow. I promptly turned on my heel, and walked away, my face burning furiously. Brianna was waiting for me with a broad smirk.

“Did you at least get his name?”

“Fuck off!” I snapped, and marched past her.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll take this side of town!” I yelled over my shoulder, “We should split up to cover more ground faster!”

“Furia, we’re supposed to stick—”

“I said we’re splitting up!” I yelled, and rounded the corner.

CERTIOK

Zander’s ethereal owl dissipated in the sunlight, and the letter it had sent dissolved into pulp, the treacherous ink pooling on the bedside table. The Second Council of Queen Yavara had convened as the army amassed in the Tundra, and they’d come up with something absolutely devious. I knew Yavara was ambitious, but I never knew her to be so cunning. The pragmatic ruthlessness of the plan sounded like something Prestira would’ve suggested, but Prestira was gone. Trenok and Brock certainly wouldn’t have agreed to it, and so that only left the wizard himself. Without Elena to serve as a moral counterweight, Zander had clearly stoked Yavara’s more megalomaniacal side. The chieftains of the Ten would die gloriously in battle. Oh, and their sons would too. What a shame, but their names would live forever in the annals of Alkandra’s history. War heroes. Martyrs. Conveniently-dead political opponents. No, my husband and father-in-law would’ve never voted for such a measure, but had I been there, I would have supported it wholeheartedly. I’d stepped over the corpse of my own father to climb the ladder.

I pulled the bedding between my legs, grinding my thighs together about it, drawing the sheets between my breasts and inhaling deeply. Ever since Trenok had left for war, I’d been hard-pressed to find a suitable lover. All the warrior males were gone, leaving me with only those tribesmen too old and too young. There were many Ardeni males that were of age, and though they looked upon me with longing, they also averted their eyes quickly. It was like we were a different species. Where were their tattoos? Where were their scars? Where were their muscles honed for killing? They were like cattle, beasts of burden broken by generations of domestication, some mutated offshoot of orc-kind’s evolution that had fled the Great Forest a thousand years ago, foregoing who they really were for the comfort of slavery. I detested them almost as much as I pitied them.

So, I had stayed chaste for over a week, which was unbearable after I’d been introduced to the brand of lust Yavara and Elena engaged in. I had tasted Alkandra that night in the chieftain’s hut; not the orc dream of a glorious nation, but the truth of its flesh, and oh, it had ruined me! Its aftertaste lingered in my nethers since that night, and my hunger had only been stoked when the new hybrids arrived. I wanted to hate them so much. They had been rangers, they had been imperials, they had been the worst of my enemies, but now they were Alkandran in their bones, Alkandran in a way I could never be. It was royal; I could not deny it. As much as it galled my tribal pride, there was something deep within my orc blood that recognized the stronger race, and demanded that I submit to it.

“Why are we like this?” I asked the ceiling, “Why can’t we forge our own destiny?” But I knew the answer. No orc would ever truly bow to another. The Protaki had only accepted the Terdini because I had married Trenok, and even then, it took Brock’s brutal hand to bring my people firmly to heel. Perhaps it was why the Ardeni orcs had been so easily domesticated by human masters. All we saw in an orc leader was power that should be our own, but the power of Alkandran blood was intangible to us, something that could never be stolen, only obtained through service and submission. Or perhaps there is another way.

There was a knock on my door, and from the window, I saw a head of platinum hair shining in the morning sun. Adrianna, I supposed; finally here to kiss my ass. I grinned, jumped out of bed without any clothes, and flung the door open.

“Hi, I’m Furia!” The young hybrid practically yelled at me, “And I’m here to collect census information on your…” she trailed off. “I… uh…” Furia smiled awkwardly, “I didn’t know this was your hut, Certiok. I’ll just--”

“Furia, huh?” I mused, relaxing against the threshold, “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks.” She smiled brightly. All the hybrids were youthful, but this one was actually young. I could practically smell her naiveté.

I considered her, running my eyes up her ranger uniform, pausing for a moment to admire the size of her bulge, then tracing the feminine curves of her until I was met with her blue gaze. “You’re the governess’s squeeze, aren’t you?” I asked.

“We’re together.” She said with some pride.

I sighed. “What the hell are you doing?”

She held up her clipboard. “Taking census information.”

“I mean what the hell are you doing still wearing that fucking uniform?” I gestured angrily, “You know there are people here who won’t care what species you are if you have that fascist outfit on. Get in here!” And I yanked her through the door, and shut it behind her. I engaged the lock, and smiled to myself. It’s like home delivery. I made my way to the closet, and pulled out a chest and loin strap. Furia blinked at the “clothes” in my hand.

“Well,” I growled, “strip!”

And like the naive pup she was, she shed her ranger uniform. I was never attracted to other women, but there was something about these hybrid elves that piqued my appetite, and there was something very specific about Furia that made my mouth water. I tossed her the straps, and she struggled to fit into the bra. Though she was much narrower in build than I was, her robust breasts squished around the taut leather, advertising their tantalizing pliancy. The same texture was exhibited on her rear when she pulled her thong up, and I tossed her one of Trenok’s loincloths; they were very close in size, after all.

“There,” I smiled, “now you look like an Alkandran. You know, it was Alkandi herself who made these outfits standard for Alkandran women, and the tribeswomen have carried that tradition for a thousand years.”

Furia pulled at the strap that held her bronze globes high on her chest. “It’s like she tried to cover as little as possible.”

“I suspect that was the idea.” I chuckled, then gestured to her loincloth, “You have that on wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me show you.” I kept my face clinical as I squatted before the hybrid elf, and unveiled her gift. “There’s the loop in the back, you see,” I guided Furia’s legs apart, and reached between them. Yes, she was just like Elena, for I could feel the heat of her second sex against my upturned wrist. But unlike Elena, she stood static and unsure of the situation as I looped her loincloth to her waistband, and secured it with a tug. “There,” I said, looking up at her, “now everything’s nice and snug,” I pushed the cloth against her tailbone, then deftly tied the knot, “so that nothing comes out.” I withdrew my hand between her legs. “Let me just make sure…” I whispered, pushing the cloth against her hot anus, navigating it between her soft folds, and gliding it along the rising length of her shaft, “…that everything is where it should be.” I finished the motion with a curl of my finger, flicking the tip of her stiff cock. “Comfortable?” I smiled up at her.

“It’s a little tight now.” She muttered, her brows knitted together.

“I can fix that.”

She bit on her lip, reaching a trepid hand out to rest upon my head, snaking her delicate fingers through my braids. “I can’t do this. I’m taken.”

I grinned, displaying the tattooed wedding band on my ring finger. “So am I.”

She looked at her hand confusedly, as though she couldn’t comprehend why it brought me to her crotch. “Certiok, I can’t do this to Adrianna!”

“You can leave anytime, Furia.” I grasped her cock through her loincloth, and massaged it in my palm.

“Please…” She whispered, though her fingers now gripped my head with iron strength, her bronze globes heaving within the bind of her thin bodice. Such confusion on her face, such delicious conflict.

“Furia,” I whispered, “such a pretty name for such a pretty girl, but this thing you have here, it’s grotesque and brutish, not at all fitting your innocent little persona. What an alluring dichotomy.”

“Please stop!” She gasped.

I grinned. “They say a succubus can’t be raped, that no matter what horrors you exhibit upon her, she will willingly open her legs, and you have succubus blood running thick in your veins.” I drew my finger along her underside, and balanced her entire cock on the tip of it, “But there isn’t a succubus alive who has one of these. Why can’t you walk away from me, little elf-girl?”

“Incubus blood.” Said a voice from the window. I turned to see Governess Adrianna watching us, her elbows propped on the windowsill. I grinned at her, and squeezed Furia’s cock.

“Adrianna!” Furia cried, “I tried to… I couldn’t… it’s…”

“How old is this one, Adrianna?” I asked, “Old enough to be your child? Older than that kitsune whore Brock now uses as a toilet?”

Adrianna just chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Was your father’s blood yet washed of Brock’s hands when you got on your knees for him?”

I snorted. “And now I stand as the most powerful woman in Alkandra.”

“Is that so?”

“You had to come to me, Governess, so I would say it is.”

Adrianna hoisted herself through the window, and strode over to us. I guided Furia against me with the lightest touch, her throbbing shaft pushing up against my face. “That’s close enough, Governess.” I hissed.

“Or what?” She narrowed her eyes, her fingers opening around the hilt of her sword. I didn’t doubt that the former head-ranger outmatched me, for I’d seen with my own eyes the blinding quickness with which she could use a blade. Everyone had. It had been a wise show of force on her part.

“You’ve come because you need something from me.” I said, “As acting tribe leader, I am entitled to a tithe from any outsider seeking my audience. Your young girlfriend will make a suitable offering, but of course, it is up to her.”

“I’m sorry…” Furia blubbered to Adrianna, “I can’t stop myself…”

Adrianna stopped ten feet away. “You should let go of her, Certiok.”

“Why would I do that?” I grinned, reached into Furia’s loincloth, and pulled out her weapon. I couldn’t help but break my maleficent character to gaze wondrously at it. It was hairless, bronze and smooth, ornamented with thick branching veins, curving and leaking at its apex. It was without a doubt, the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. I smelled its length, and my mouth flooded with saliva. Oh, when a scent! I cornered my eyes on the woman that used to be Thomas Adarian, the most hated elf in the Great Forest, and I licked her captive lover’s cock from base to tip.

“I’m sorry!” Furia cried again, the sound rich with anguish and desire.

Adrianna studied the situation, then took a step back, and sat on my bed. To my shock, she began to strip. “I wondered…” she soliloquized as she unbuttoned her shirt, “why it was Yavara could make hybrid elves when none of Alkandi’s past incarnations could.” I stared at her, but my tongue still worked Furia’s shaft, too delicious to resist. “It puzzled me greatly,” Adrianna continued, taking off her boots, “but then I saw Elena’s succubus slaves, and the realization struck me. Yavara’s mother had lain with an incubus.” My lips opened on their own accord, wrapping around Furia’s head, my tongue swirling to taste all it could. Adrianna pulled off her shirt, revealing her magnificent breasts, “When an incubus and succubus mate, one will be enslaved by the other. Since we already have succubus blood in our veins, Elena’s victims never stood a chance. But why did we transform in the first place?”

“Certiok... please… stop…” Furia moaned, surrendering in all but her words. But I was just as trapped as she was, unable to cease the sensual motions of my mouth.

“An incubus’s enslavement is like a virus that infects its host upon orgasm. It seems that Alkandi had some fun with the genetics at her disposal, for while in utero, she made Yavara’s transformation a sexually-transmitted disease. Because succubi and dark-elves are universal females, the disease changes all elves to women, but if you’re already a woman, then the incubus genetics take hold, and pervert your gender as only the Dark Queen would have it.” Adrianna slid off her pants, exposing her thick legs and small pussy, “The effect seems to be amplified when the hermaphroditic hybrid is under duress. Are you feeling it, Certiok?” She strutted across the room, and wrapped an arm around her paramour. She grasped Furia’s base, her fingertips hardly meeting, and she withdrew, revealing the nine inches of saliva-coated cock I’d somehow managed to get in my throat. “And as you can see,” she chuckled, “the incubus gene is very, very, very pronounced in young Furia. And you’ve put her under so much stress, the poor girl.”

“Give it back!” I almost wept in need.

Adrianna grinned at me, “And you sought to humiliate me, Certiok?” She stroked Furia possessively, her eyes downcast superiorly, looking at me with that old imperial hatred. I didn’t know why it turned me on so much. “I would hear you beg, proud orc princess.”

I giggled. “You think me proud, Governess? Perhaps when I must be, but when facing death or desire, pride has never touched my mind. I do whatever I need to survive, and I do whatever I need to get what I want.”

“And what do you want?”

“In ancient Alkandra, the dark-elf descendants of Alkandi were the nobility. It will be the same in the new Alkandra; it already is. You hybrids stand in a class of your own, and your standing will only grow as our nations does. Your families will be the great houses of Alkandra, and you, the original eight, will be the oldest and greatest of them. With Elena dead, who is the most powerful dark-blood besides Yavara?” I pointed at Adrianna, “What a transition you’ve made, Ranger, from outpost commander to acting ruler of a nation, and all you had to do was open your legs. All I ask, is that you open them once more.”

“What?”

“Trenok is coming back here in four days to escort the citizenry of the Ten, and then he will be off to war. But before he goes—”

“WHAT?!”

“I need assurances, Governess!” I hissed, “Brock is the Froktora, so the Terdini and Protaki warriors will be in the vanguard! If every one of them is slain, where will that leave me? A widow matriarch of a decimated tribe? Tribes will matter for shit in the new nation! You will give me an elven babe of your name and Trenok’s blood. She does not need to be of my flesh to be my daughter. I am not proud.”

“I won’t do it.”

“Then you won’t have my help, and you can explain to Yavara when she comes back why her nation has crumbled into starvation and anarchy.”

“Adrianna!” Furia mewled, writhing sensually in her lover’s arm, her cock throbbing visibly, “If I don’t fuck something, I’m going to lose my mind!” She looked pleadingly into Adrianna’s eyes, “I’m sorry I’m like this! I didn’t want to betray you!”

“It’s not your fault.” Adrianna cooed lovingly, stroking the girl’s hair. Her eyes turned back to me, hardening like ice. “I have a counter-offer, Certiok.”

“I’m finding myself in a very receptive mood.” I hissed, my breath like fire, “But you know it won’t work. You need balls to make babies.”

“They’re there. They’re just on the inside.” Adrianna kissed Furia’s neck, and slid two fingers inside the tight pussy at the base of her cock. Furia whined and bowed her neck to receive the kiss, her cock twitching, her hips shifting in a dance as Adrianna controlled the hermaphrodite like a finger-puppet. “They’re tucked away nice and neatly just above that spot you showed me last night.” She whispered to Furia.

I wasn’t paying much attention to what Adrianna was saying. I was only staring rapturously at the beautiful cock wagging in my face, leaking delicious frosting down its veined shaft.

“If hybrid females are fertile with everyone, then why should it be different for hybrid males?” Adrianna mused, kissing Furia’s neck as the inexperienced hermaphrodite whimpered in desperation. Adrianna smiled fondly at the girl she was torturing, then levelled her cruel gaze on me. “Fuck this orc princess, Furia.” She whispered, “Give her the baby she wants so badly.”

I didn’t think I could’ve stopped Furia if I wanted to. She pounced on me, her hands grasping my breasts with finger-shaking avarice, the tip of her throbbing cock searching, rubbing, and entering me. Oh, god! She split me down the middle, filling me to capacity, pressing against my bottom and pulsating inside me. I cried out, my back arching from the floor, my legs wrapping around Furia’s waist to beckon her thrusts. She delivered them with a fury, pounding into my pubis, impaling my tender innards over and over as the impacts of our brutal joining reverberated through my hips and into my belly. I made to grasp her by the ass, but my hands were suddenly held above my head, and though I didn’t doubt I could’ve thrown Adrianna across the room, those instincts within me demanded that I submit.

“You’re very pretty for an orc.” Adrianna grinned down at me, “What did you call her, Furia? Savagely alluring? Yes, that’s what you are.”

“Ranger whore!” I snarled, “You’ll never get me to talk!”

“I’ll never get you to…?” Adrianna’s face broke into laughter, “Is this a fantasy of yours, Certiok? A couple of rangers capture the orc princess in the wild and have their way with her?”

“Your kitsune slut is getting raped to death!” I growled

“Oh,” Adrianna pouted her lips sarcastically, “you’re trying to get me mad. You think I’m still the nobleman’s son who commanded a regimented castle. You don’t understand what I’ve become.” She leaned in, “Do you want to know a secret? That night after Yavara changed me, I found a dark place in Castle Thorum that no one else knew about, and I fucked myself all night long. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d done to my precious April.” She reached down to touch my cheek, and whispered, “I couldn’t stop wishing they had done it to me.”

She traced my parted lips with her thumb, and my tongue lolled out to taste her. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t proud. Adrianna chuckled, then planted her feet beneath my armpits, and squatted over me. I expected her to sit on my face, but that wasn’t enough for her. She spread her tight pink pussy with forked fingers, and unloaded a torrent of golden piss on my face. I came. I came so hard that I nearly passed out. The feeling surged through me, visceral and violent, turning my bones to jelly, turning my muscles to molasses, burning that sweet ecstasy through me like wildfire. I opened my mouth to taste her rich urine, exalting in my degradation as it bathed me in its disgusting heat. I’m an animal. I’m a filthy cunt getting what she deserves.

Furia cried out, her entire body tensing, and she unloaded in me, her hot spunk sating my starving womb, that wonderful hybrid concoction that made slaves of slavers. It saturated my walls, soaked into my tender flesh, and left me radiating with satisfaction, pulsing from my nethers with a second heartbeat. She groaned, and pulled herself out.

“I’m sorry, Adrianna.” She panted, “I couldn’t stop myself…”

Adrianna put her fingers against Furia lips, then brought the hermaphrodite into a heated kiss. The last droplets of urine splashed on my face as the hybrids exchanged loving tongues above me. If I didn’t know my place before, I did then. I hated how natural it felt. But I loved it too.

ALEXA

I’d never seen a troll before. They’d become pacifists a long time ago, but I’d seen the scars their fists had made on Castle Thorum’s walls from the time of Alkandi’s failed invasion, for they still showed even after a thousand years of wear and weather. It was hard not to think about that when I stared at the twenty-foot goliath.

“You’re the governess’s engineering liaison?” He asked as he chiseled away at the marble in the quarry. His voice was so deep that it resonated in my chest when he spoke.

“Alex Jenania, at your service.” I said, “Do you know where I can find the lead engineer?”

“That would be me.” The troll said, not looking down from his work, “I am called ‘Tim.’ No surname.”

I thought better of raising my incredulity, but the troll seemed to sense it anyway. “You were expecting a goblin? Just because they live in mines, doesn’t make them adept engineers. Digging a hole in rock is a simple thing, but knowing how to stack it is another. Trolls are assumed to be stupid because we are large and slow, but who build Ardeni Dreus? Not the humans, though they would claim it. Who built your castle, do you think?”

“Drake Titus oversaw the construction.”

“Drake Titus is much more artist than architect. He could charm is way into project manager, but he could not flatter math. When it came to the actual building, he differed to me.” He placed his hand on the massive block of marble, and turned it effortlessly. I gasped. I was staring at a fifteen-foot statue of Queen Yavara, her likeness exacted down to the hairs on her head.

“That’s amazing!”

“Perhaps,” Tim tried to conceal his proud smile, “but it will languish here in the quarry for no one else to see.”

“Why?”

“If you put a diamond in a pile of dung, does the dung pile smell any better?” Tim asked, “Alkandra is a stinking dung pile in front of a nice castle.”

“Well, that’s I’m here, Tim. The governess has put me in charge of overseeing the city’s infrastructure construction.”

“So I have a new overseer.”

I smiled. “Think of me more as a partner. Tell me what you need to do your job, and I’ll get it for you.”

Tim pondered that. “Since the warrior males left, we’ve been lacking for labor. If you want to build Alkandra as it should be built, I’ll need hundreds of skilled workers.”

I nodded, “I know someone who can get you those workers.”

FALTIA

I might’ve disapproved of Eva’s recruiting tactics, but I couldn’t deny their effectiveness. A long line had formed before the kiosk I’d set up, curious and eager eyes peering out from behind it.

“Domina, I’m scared.” Soraya whimpered, naked and on her knees, the leather collar tight around her elegant neck. A glance by me confirmed that Soraya was in fact, not at all scared, but she put on her façade of vulnerability to please her Domina. How First Scribe Soren Poneria had turned into a masochistic exhibitionist was beyond me. The man had been too square even for my tastes, but now his female-self was prostrating before a pack of beasts with hunger in her eyes. Eva stroked her slave’s hair, the gentle, yet malicious caress of her leather-gloved hand causing Soraya to shiver in excitement. Private Eva Alisia’s behavioral transformation was much less of a surprise, but what about mine? I disposed of the thought, and smiled up at the orc in front of me.

“Name?” I asked, affecting my voice so that it was lower.

“Dom.”

“Just ‘Dom?’”

“I’m Ardeni born. My tribe’s name is gone.”

“Uh-huh,” I made a note next to his name, “and do you have any policing or combat experience?”

“A few street fights, a few bar brawls.”

“Weapon experience?”

“My fists.”

I noted the lack if tattoos on his body, and the subtle way his musculature was rounded for labor, instead of bulging for killing. Even in his prime years, I doubted he’d fair well against the withered male tribesman that were too old for war.

“Welcome to the city watch, Dom.” I said, and held out my arm. He took it in a terse embrace, signed his name, then bounded excitedly over to Eva and Soraya.

“Look, Pet.” Eva giggled, “The very first member of the city watch. What a brave man.”

“So very brave.” Soraya concurred from her kneeling position, nodding demurely up at the orc who towered over her. Eva reached into the man’s pants, and upon finding what she sought, her eyes widened, and she gave the orc an appraising smile. Then she hauled out what looked like a green snake, and the fat serpent plopped on Soraya’s awaiting face. I gawked at it, my mind becoming numb, my mouth watering. So big, so dark, so veiny, and oh, I could smell it from here! The juxtaposition of fair hybrid-elf and brutish beast was an enthralling thing to see, and even greater was the contrast of Soraya’s pristine bronze face besmirched by the grotesque piece of meat that lay across her mouth. She licked his tip, and I saw her sway on her knees in desire. She planted a cute kiss on his head, watching him from the tops of her eyes as her lips smooshed. Then she opened that mouth wide, and before my disbelieving eyes, she took Dom all the way down her throat. Her narrow neck bulged, her eyes watered, her face became purple, but she held him there at the instruction of her cruel mistress, gagging and choking, spit dripping down her chin. When Eva was satisfied, she pulled on her leash, and Soraya withdrew, her lips slurping, her eyes full of gratitude for the beast violating her. She got to the crease of his shaft before Eva took her by the back of the head, and forcefully rammed it forward, sending the orc’s meat deep into Soraya’s esophagus as her face smooshed into Dom’s crotch once more. I didn’t notice until then that I was damp between my legs. Shit, I was absolutely sopping.

“Excuse me?!” Said an impatient voice in front of me. I turned to see the next orc.

“Name?” I smiled easily up at him.

“Ben.”

“That’s a nice name.” I giggled, then turned the giggle into a cough when I realized what I’d been doing. I took down his information without asking the prerequisite questions, and tersely shook his hand.

“Next!” I yelled, feeling inexplicably agitated.

“Name!” I yelled, not looking up at the orc. I quickly took down his information, then repeated the process.

“Next!” I growled, the gagging sounds of Soraya’s defilement filtering in my ears. Stupid fucking whore. I thought, Humiliating herself like that in front of everyone! How will anyone respect us?

“Name!” It’s a goddamn travesty. If I was still her captain, I’d PT her until she fucking died!

“Next!” I heard her screams filter through the cock in her mouth, high and desperate. She was coming without touching herself, just the feeling of a cock in her throat and the depraved abasement arousing her past the breaking point. Eva’s cruel laughter sounded with it, the meeting of her palm on Soraya’s ass, spanking her in reward for her oral orgasm.

“Name!” I snarled at the clipboard, my hands shaking.

“Certiok Terdini.”

I glanced up at the orc princess. She was smirking down at me. “That’s a very interesting recruiting tactic you’re implementing…” she looked at the bars on my ranger uniform, “…captain.”

“It wasn’t my idea.” I growled.

“Well then who’s was it? Because it’s positively inspired.” She glanced over at the dominatrix directing the debauchery, and her eyes became hungry, “What’s her name?”

“Eva Alisia, Outreach Director.”

“Eva…” She seemed to test the name on her tongue, and found it palatable.

“Are you joining the watch, or—”

“Fuck no!” Certiok laughed, “But I am here to help you. The governess and her little friend convinced me that playing ball is on our mutual best interest. I brought the Protaki tattooist to ink the watch sigil on your soldier’s forearms. In orc culture, an agreement means nothing unless it’s inked into the flesh. Plus, these poor Ardeni beasts need something to be proud of.”

“The watch sigil?”

“A shield with the queen’s eye in the center.” The tattooist said, dropping his kit on my table, “Hold on your arm, Watch Commander.”

“What?”

Certiok said, “It would be hypocritical of you not to be the first one inked.” She leaned, and tore the officer’s bars off my shirt, “You wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.” And she strutted over to the debauchery, her eyes finding Eva’s, their gazes tracking each other with equal avarice.

“What’s your sub’s name?” Certiok asked.

“Pet.” Eva said.

“Pet,” Certiok chuckled, and gracefully placed herself in Eva’s arms, “I like it. Can I play with her?”

“Only if I get to play with you.” She pulled a wet braid from Certiok’s head, and smirked, “I see you enjoy being played with. Was it Kiera or Brianna who doused you in gold?”

“It was Adrianna.”

“Adrianna?!” Eva and I exclaimed in unison. Even Soraya’s eyes went wide before blissfully returning to their lax state as Dom pumped his load down her throat. She squealed and swallowed, then pulled the orc out, kissed his tip in thanks, and grinned at the next man in line. I barely noticed the needle driving into my flesh when the tattooist began his work. I gave the permanent mark on my forearm a cursory glance, wondering idly why I enjoyed the idea of being illustrated, and why I liked the pain of it. I gazed at the grizzled orc dealing me the pain. A week ago, I would’ve found him terrifying and repulsive, but now… I tore my gaze away.

“Next!”

KIERA

“…I still see their faces.” Rose was saying, “The first was a girl no older than you or me. I’d never known I could evoke such terror. Her terror terrified me, and I cut her down right there on the wall. She was probably your friend.”

“Doubt it,” I wheezed through a cloud of smoke, “if she was on wall duty, she probably never went on patrol.” I always guessed that nymphs made the best weed, being tree-hippies and all, and I was quite glad to be right.

Rose took an easy pull from her joint, and let the smoke cascade from her nostrils. “I don’t hear the forest the same way anymore.”

“I don’t see the world like I used to. People change, Rose. Fighting change is what leads to self-doubt and depression. Life’s a river, you know?”

She smiled at me, “You’re very high right now, Kiera.”

I smiled back, “I’m always very high, actually.” I glanced down at her lips, “And you’re very pretty.”

She chewed on that lip, her mouth cornering in a smile, her emerald eyes shining beneath her mane of blonde hair, her ivory ram-horns glinting in the sun. I recognized the invitation in her coy expression, and I realized what I had I just said, and quickly averted my gaze.

She sighed disappointedly, and took another drag, “Mother said something to you, didn’t she?”

“She gave me a warning.”

Rose smiled up at me. “Did she specify me?”

I nodded. “Why?”

“I have a touch of the craving. If I try to sate it, it will only become worse, and I will succumb completely to it.” She stared off into the woods, where Elena’s former slaves had disappeared, “And I rather die.”

“Could it be that bad?” I mused, “I have succubus blood in me, and I don’t feel so bad. Shit, I feel fucking great.” I gave her a grin, “You could become my slave.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Rose giggled.

“Hey bro!” Came a voice to our left. I turned and smiled as Brianna came bounding over. God, she looked good in that dress.

“Sup bitch.” I giggled, catching her high-five, and pulling her into a kiss. I parted from her with my tongue teasing its salutation, “You done taking attendance?”

“That’s the thing,” she said, holding up her clipboard, “there’s supposed to be around three-thousand people here, but I can hardly find anyone! They’re not in the tents, they’re not in the huts, and they’re not in the castle. I came out here to look for more, but all that’s in the field are nymphs.” She looked at the spliff Rose’s hand, “Hey bro, can I hit that?”

“Everyone is at the docks.” Arbor’s voice came from behind us.

“Fuck!” Brianna yelped, “Where did you come from?”

“I have wings.” Arbor said in her matter-of-fact tone, ruffling her angelic set. She looked at Rose, “Is that marijuana, Rose?”

“It’s mine.” I said hastily, taking the spliff.

Arbor actual smiled then. She procured the roll from my hand. “I have never admonished my children for consuming the plants I tend myself.” She examined the burning roll, “I am simply curious about the effects it will have on my organic mind. These hedonistic delights intrigue me more by the day.” She brought the spliff to her purple lips, and in one inhale, scorched it to the end. She dawned a quizzical expression, then her eyes welled, and the dignified spirit of the forest coughed out her lungs. “Oh, gods!” She croaked, clutching at her chest. I couldn’t help but take the opportunity to admire the way her purple breasts heaved with her fits. When she rose, her eyes were watery, and her mauve complexion was unusually flushed.

“I do not understand how you mortals can enjoy that!” She gasped, “It is like there is an inferno in my lungs! How…” she trailed off, her face relaxing, her pupils dilating, “…oh, I see.”

“Well?” I asked, “What’s it like for a forest spirit to get baked?”

She broke into a goofy grin. “Get baked? Am I muffin, Kiera?”

“You know what I mean.” I said, “Can you see the world in totally different colors? Can you feel the heartbeat of the universe?”

She held up her hand, and examined it. “No, but the back of my hand is absolutely fascinating. Rose, come look at it! Do you see how it seems to suspend in space? You can see every pore! And the veins are so… veiny.”

“An excellent de***********ion, Mother.” Rose smiled adoringly at her mom.

“Oh,” Arbor giggled girlishly, a sound that was wholly wrong coming from her, “you are quite amusing, Rose. Say another amusing thing so that I may laugh at it.”

“Like a joke?”

“Yes! Tell me a joke!”

“What did the tree do when the bank closed?”

Arbor blinked. “Trees do not do anything, Rose. They are trees. They grow.”

“Just pretend for a second! What did the tree do when the bank closed?”

“Grow?”

“It opened a new branch!” Rose giggled. I groaned, and Brianna almost died of laughter.

Arbor gave her grinning daughter a bewildered look. “Rose, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

“But I’m not. Not even a little bit.” Rose tittered, shifting her little naked body naughtily.

Arbor pulled her daughter into an embrace, chuckling as Rose fondled the robust globes on her mother’s chest. “Oh my!” Arbor exclaimed breathily, “The marijuana has made your flesh feel so…” she let that thought trail off when Rose began suckling from her, drawing the pink nipple taut from its purple hill. Arbor’s face relaxed into an expression of pure maternal love, and she hoisted her nursing daughter against her, bringing her slender legs around her waist. Arbor’s long thin tail snuck from between her legs, and the soft point slithered easily in Rose’s leaking flower. As Rose mewled her muffled satisfaction, Arbor unfurled her magnificent wings, and in a blast of air, the two were gone.

“One of these days, I am going to fuck that forest spirit.” I said, gawking as I watched them descend gracefully behind the tree line.

“Bro, if you could pull that off, you’d have my blessing.”

I smirked at Brianna. “Who said I needed it?”

“We’re together.”

I actually laughed. “When did that ever stop you, Brian?!”

“So… we’re not going to be monogamous then?”

“Fuck no!”

“Oh thank god!” Brianna laughed, “Because there was no way I could stay faithful for more than a day. Every orc male I surveyed today looked more and more like a snack.”

“There’s a brutish appeal to them, isn’t there?” I mused, “I used to think they were the ugliest things alive, but… god, we’re sluts, aren’t we?”

“When you have a dick, you’re not a slut, you’re a stud.” Brianna grinned, taking me by the arm, “Come on, stud; let’s go find out what Eva and Soraya are doing that’s got the whole town at the docks.”

ALEXA

I gawked at the display before me. Soraya was in the middle of a circle of orcs, fervently alternating her stroking hands as she pleased one after the other with her mouth. They grabbed her head and face-fucked her in turn, barely giving her a chance to gasp a desperate breath before she was forcefully taken by the next man. Her face was glazed with cum, her hair was wet and matted with it, it oozed down her neck and flowed along her breasts in thick, viscous rivulets, dripping from her stiff nipples. Though she was being ravaged and degraded before hundreds of jeering orcs, I’d never seen a woman so delighted as she. She was like a kid in a candy shop, gluttonously devouring all that she could, bemoaning the necessary pauses for breath that vacated her throat of the cock she craved so much. Eva was behind her, gleefully directing the debauchery, seated upon a stool made of Certiok Terdini’s face.

I simply stared at the show slack-jawed, my cock nearly splitting my inseam, my pussy nearly drenching my thighs. Yes, it was abhorrent and disgusting, a disgrace beyond anything I could imagine, and yet… yet I saw the way the orcs treated Soraya with affection that was nearly reverence. Yes, they were brutal with her, but only because she desired them to be. When she paused to cough up a throat full of semen, they all plied her with encouraging and flattering words, and Eva had to remind them that Soraya would only respond to “slut, whore, cum-dumpster, or Pet.” I got the feeling that if Soraya were so inclined, she could have every orc in the circle worshipping her on their knees.

“Next!” Faltia screamed. My fiancé had her sleeve rolled up, a fresh tattoo showing from her skin. One of her hands was bunched in her hair, the other was clenched around a quill as it shakenly scratched down the information the orc was giving her.

“Captain?” I called.

She looked up at me, dawning a fixed smile with her clenched jaw.

“I see the recruitment’s going… well.” I mused, and began setting up my kiosk next to hers, “Mind if I mooch? I need about two-hundred skilled laborers.”

“Two-hundred?” Eva laughed, and ruffled Soraya’s matted hair, “Did you hear that, Pet?”

Soraya gagged a delighted response.

Faltia just nodded, every movement tense and jerking. “Next!”

“Um... are you OK?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m just fucking fine!” She gritted, scratching the orc’s information on the parchment, “I’m sure it’ll be a breeze commanding the respect of my new soldiers after they’ve all used the nation’s premier scribe as a fucking sperm depository!”

“The commander sanctioned this.”

“The commander’s out of her goddamn mind!” Faltia laughed manically, “Do you know how she convinced Certiok to help us? She pissed on her face!”

“What?!”

“But apparently, that’s how you do things in Alkandra!” Faltia furiously scribbled on her parchment, “Do you want to integrate yourself with the populous you rule? Well, you could try to build a foundation of respect by demonstrating your value as a leader, or you could get on your knees, and suck everyone’s dick! Gosh, why didn’t the nobles in Bentius ever do that? Maybe because it’s hard to give someone a command when their cum is on your face! Next!”

I eased myself into the chair beside her, and outturned her hand to examine the tattoo on her forearm. “I remember you forbidding any of us from getting tattoos.”

“Well, orcs don’t wear uniforms.”

“But you’re an elf, Captain.”

She snorted. “In name only. We’re beasts, Sergeant, in case you haven’t noticed by now.”

I admired the way the sigil looked on her flesh. There was something alluring about scarring skin with ink. There was a savagery to it, a danger that hadn’t appealed to me before. The fact that it was on Faltia’s flesh made me admire her all the more.

“You soldiers will respect you,” I said, tracing my finger along the raised flesh, “because you are you, Captain.” She shuddered in response, her breath whistling from her nose, a moan barely escaping her lips. My god, her whole body was teeming. What torture was she putting herself through?

“Captain?” I queried softly.

She dropped her quill, and gave me a hopeless look. “How can I command men, Sergeant?” She hissed hoarsely, “When I have to use every ounce of my will just to keep my dignity?”

I glanced over at Soraya and Eva. “No, no, no!” Eva scolded her pet, “Don’t you dare cough it up! God, must I hold your hand through everything? This is how you do it!” And Eva squatted, her legs splaying wide, her cock twitching between her thighs as she grabbed an orc’s ass, and took his ten inches all the way down her throat with ease. The orc came almost immediately, and Eva’s lips quirked devilishly around his shaft, her throat swallowing. She parted from the orc with cute lick of his tip, then hungrily moved onto the next, forgoing her role as Domina to enjoy being the slut she always was. Certiok slid beneath Eva’s squatting cheeks, and resumed her meal.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Came a gruff voice before me. I looked up to see an old Terdini orc, his seven-foot frame looming over me, but his black eyes full of awe when he gazed into mine. What was I to him? He certainly didn’t look upon me as a ranger, nor an elven interloper in his midst. No, in his eyes I was a myth, a story told around tribal campfires for a thousand years. It didn’t matter that my hair was Highlander white instead of Alkandran black, nor that my eyes were high-blood blue instead of Yavara’s orange, or just dark-blood brown. I was created by the Dark Queen. I was nearly holy to him.

“Name?” I asked, poising my pen on the paper.

“Runok Terdini.” He said, “I’m too old to swing my sword, but I can a swing my hammer just fine.”

“I bet you can.” I chuckled, then realized what I’d said too late. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, shuffling my papers, “Runok, if you could just sign right…” I trailed off, my eyes catching the growing bulge in his loincloth, transfixed by it. My mouth watered. My cock felt like it would burst. My nethers ached with a hunger so great that it seemed to infect my mind. I turned to my fiancé, and saw that she was staring at it too. I took her hand in mine. “Captain,” I whispered, “dignity means very little anymore.” And with my other hand, I grasped Runok’s thick cock from over his loincloth. “Come,” I said to Faltia, standing up, “let’s get acquainted with your soldiers.”

FALTIA

I was lost. My vision was veiled violet with lust, my body moving on its own, reacting on joyful instinct. I was beside Soraya, on my knees where I belonged, doing what I was created for. I stared up at the orc before me. His name was Poe, he’d been an enforcer for an Ardeni gang, and now he was a private in the outfit I commanded. That was all I knew about him, and now his cock was deep in my throat, sliding so effortlessly down it, my lecherous body relaxed to accept him. His black eyes were wide with astonishment, and I felt an immeasurable pride in seeing such a reaction. It was my first time sucking a cock, and yet it came as naturally to me as breathing. I inhaled the scent of his loins into my nostrils with my nose squishing against his crotch, and my sinuses were infected with the richness of his musk, his hormones and desire filling my mind. I lathered his delicious underside with my tongue, me, the honorable captain of the E Company of the Ranger Corps, now a shameless whore who wanted nothing more than to taste the decadent filth of a man’s organ. They were all around me, throbbing, rigid and wobbling in the air, dripping milky sap from their pulsating tips. This would’ve been hell for me a week ago, but now it was heaven. Alexa was beside me, her hand still linked with mine, surrendering to our terrible nature together, reveling in the filth as lovers.

Poe began to thrust into me, his cock stretching my throat, radiating and pulsing with precursors of orgasm. I took him generously, letting him do his worst, swallowing around his advance and pulling with his retreat, my lips slurping voraciously to will the delicious cum from his balls. I was getting bored of him. I wanted to try another, and another, and another, to taste the variety of Alkandra and know that I hadn’t missed out on a single flavor. I wanted to suck cock until my throat was raw.

He came in my mouth, and I let it pool there, filling me until it flowed from my lips to drip off my chin and splash upon my ranger’s uniform. I would never wear it again anyway. I sensually pulled Poe from my lips, and smiled open-mouthed up at him, displaying the way he’d violated me. Alexa tensed beside me, her neck flexing as her gullet rose and fell, drinking Runok’s seed. The old warrior groaned, and pulled out to squirt the last of his load onto her breasts, now exposed from her unbuttoned top. I turned her face toward me, loomed above her, and let Poe’s deposit cascade from my lower lip, and pour onto her face. I besmirched her, my love, the father of my