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Tharros Cave Orgy 31
🕑 Added 2024-06-11 11:14:45 +0000 UTCHey studs and sluts,
Here we go, next part of the Cave Orgy is here!!! 4000 words, enjoy...
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The huge titted templar was staring more-than-a-little cockily at Dareios’s humongous piece of meat.
‘On this?’ Dareios said, as Lorel and Tamara giggled beside him, ‘you sure what you’re asking, warrioress?’
‘I’ll suck it off the bone, stud,’ Cassandra said, teeth bared.
‘You don’t want her, Dareios,’ Jizzelle said, ‘you want me wearing your foreskin like a cap,’ she fluttered her eyes innocently at him. It didn’t work. She already had Pontus and Faslane’s brawny cocks on top of her head, and that was hat enough.
‘Appreciate the offers girls, but I’d just fucking break you. You couldn’t take this.’ His huge fuck club blew a plume of spunk that shot past Tamara’s nose.
‘And they could?’ Cassandra snorted, ‘loose-pussied sluts like that are no good for you. Try this right here. He knows. Tell them how I fucked you into the next life. We were worried you weren’t going to make it. I can take you. I can take you all the way.’
Cassandra indicated Spillsby, who popped his lips off her spurting nipple with a wet schlukk sound. The stablehand was not without dignity, and bridled at the insinuation.
‘Maybe I’ve got my sights set on a high priestess of Girvyn,’ he said, looking over at Tamara and Lorel who had their faces moulded to Dareios’s dick, ‘a potion conconctress. Give a little bit of a thankyou for making me like this. A thankyou you wouldn’t forget.’
‘O honey, it would be “thank you and goodnight,”’ Lorel said, after detaching her spit-slick mouth from its liplock on Dareios’s vein-corded shlong, ‘I don’t think you could handle me, after all, I made you everything you are. And I would unmake you twice as quick.’
‘Well maybe we should test that theory,’ he levelled his massive dick ominously at her.
‘Babe, the lube pool appears to restore energy and stamina, so far as I can guess,’ Lorel said haughtily, ‘it doesn’t bring people back from the dead.’ She waved her hand.
‘I’m not nursing you milk after you pass out broken,’ Tamara put in, ‘I’ve got better things to do…’
‘Such as?’
In response, Tamara just widened her eyes and pointed her index finger at Dareios enormous behemoth tool and mouthed, but did not speak – oh my god it’s so big
Lorel picked up where Tamara had left off: ‘Not saying I won’t fuck your brains out, stud. But after I fuck you, you stay fucked. You’re on your own. You heard Girvyn.’
Spillsby gulped, but had enough presence of mind to roll his fist around the end of his cock, ‘sit on this and we’ll see.’
Tamara came back into the conversation and lifted up her perfectly toned leg into the air so it pointed skyward, ‘it’s all yours if you think you can handle it, but don’t say you weren’t warned.’
‘What about Mr Personality?’ Lorel said.
It took Pontus some time before he realised that the dynamite blonde fuckdoll was addressing him. Precum instantly ejected from his cockend and splattered Jizzelle heftily.
‘You’d better be ready if you’re going to try for me,’ Pontus said.
‘I made you and I’m the one that’s going to break you,’ Lorel said simply.
‘You three could run a train on me and I’d be the only one left standing,’ Galiana put in, ‘that’s Spillsby, Pontus and Faslane, and I’d be doing you a favour believe me.’
‘Oh yeah?’ said Faslane, ‘why’s that?’
‘Because you wouldn’t be able to take what happens when the three of us really get going,’ Galiana continued, waving her arms to recognise Tamara and Lorel. Galiana turned away from Damon and took his dick between the crook of her arm and body, pointing it at the rest of them in the pool, stroking it menacingly, ‘playtime is over.’
Faye had her hands wrapped around the roots of Pontus and Faslane’s shafts and was stroking both of them, as the two men both went back to sucking her tits, ‘looks like some people are getting a little cock around here, might need taking down a peg or two…’
Dareios smiled and lowered himself into the pool, advancing on Faye. She gulped as she saw the huge man advancing at her, his twenty-six inch dick projecting out of his groin straight at her.
‘Take a look at this peg, Faye. You think you can take it down?’
Dareios continued his advance, lube swishing at his thighs as he approached the monstrously busty teen Girvyn slut, and made the shaft nod up and down as he took every pace. Slowly, ominously, with everyone still, Tamara and Lorel gave each other a glance as he rested his ballsack on Jizzelle’s head. The soft, pliable, elastic ballsack settled over Pontus and Faslane’s cockends that were rested on it, completely engulfing them underneath the thick folds of smooth skin.
Dareios’s prick spanned Faye’s entire body, the root measuring from her pubic mound, up her abs, entrenching itself between her jutting, round, balloon-tits, the head coming up to rise so that it hovered in front of her face.
‘Can you take this? From here,‘ - he pointed at her pussy – ‘to here?’ he patted the top of her head.
Faye grinned, ‘I’m not a priestess of Girvyn if I don’t.’
‘Well I’m not a warrior of Teitum if I don’t break you,’ Dareios said.
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Dareios’ statement allowed an aura of threat to descend over the pool; no-one said anything for a little bit, watching the massive meat stick that was elevated up in front of Faye’s monster tits waver in the air, dripping lube all the way down the shaft. It was up to her breastbone, and the young whore of Girvyn was clearly intimidated by the anatomical possibilities that the warrior was implying that she would be subjected to – or impossibilities, depending on how you thought of it.
Faye was thinking of it every conceivable way. Her whole life had been lived for this moment, and she had taken every single inch of dick that she had ever been offered with a monomaniacal cock-crazed gluttony and twice on holy days – but having seen Dareios’s display on the rostrum with the other sluts, for the first time, she wondered what would really happen if Dareios cut loose on her. How far were any of them going to be pushed? How far were they really willing to go in this sexual colosseum?
One of the fuckdoll sluts that wasn’t in the least intimidated was Cassandra, and the gorgeous hardbodied warrioress wanted to make good on her own proposal to Dareios. She detached Spillsby’s mouth from where it was suckling on her nipple, and, milk still beading through it, dripping onto her abs and into the lube, waded towards the hulking figure from behind, thick, powerful quad muscles swishing in the gluey liquid as she sloshed her way towards him.
‘Dareios, I realise the games we play have little to do with the competitive spirit, so to speak, but I think we know that I’m the only one that can offer you a real challenge…’
Dareios turned his head, but did not move from where he was facing Faye. On either side of him, Pontus and Faslane slowly took a couple of steps backwards and withdrew their behemoth fuck organs from where they had been resting on Jizzelle’s head, the rounded crowns of the cum-missiles slipping out from underneath where they had been smothered by Dareios’s ballsack with soft plops, the actions making the alpha warrior’s capacious, elastic, smooth scrotal sack settle even more evenly on the teen gorgeous bimbo fuckpuppet’s face, the blonde vixen staying still but frowning theatrically as her eyes were covered with the elastic skin that gave her a rudimentary cap.
‘You’re being unusually polite, Cass…’ Dareios said, as he felt Cassandra absolutely humongous tits press against his back, the slick flesh of the monstrous torpedo spheres sliding up and down his broad lats form behind.
‘Would you prefer this, my dear…?’ Cassandra said.
Slowly rubbing his buttocks with smooth circular motions, the busty templar smoothly caressed more of the transparent, pearlescent lube around the gigantic warrior's massive glutes, and Dareios groaned as her firm and assured touch massaged the huge, hard muscles of his butt sensually with both of her hands sweeping around.
‘That’s a little more like it…’ Dareios said.
‘Or this?’
Cassandra grinned wolfishly and scooped up another handful of the lube, smearing it all around her fingers, before spreading it all around, and then cupped her hand and moved it up between Dareios’s huge legs. The stud’s heavy ballsack being draped all over Jizzelle’s face made the target easier, and before Dareios really knew what was happening, the big-titted Amazonian templar of Girvyn was slowly fondling his asshole, teasing the ring. Then, with a slick sound, she ever-so-easily eased her middle finger into his asshole, threading it through the tight knot of muscles and sliding it upwards.
‘Is that better?’ Cassandra asked, ‘or worse?’
Faye, suddenly and unaccountably, close as she was to him, unable to hold Dareios’s gaze, and tried to look everywhere but at him, unable to gauge what his expression was doing. There certainly wasn’t any theatrical eye-crossing in his impassive face.
A few other people gasped and giggled from across the pool.
In an even tone, not looking at Cassandra, Dareios said, ‘so that’s how you want it…’
Dareios’ whole undercarriage shunted, causing the lube to slosh underneath him, and Cassandra felt something big and heavy clamp onto her finger even more tightly than before. Dareios’s appreciable immensely strong prostate latched, and Cassandra’s finger was locked. She wiggled it around, teasing him. There was a moment where they gathered themselves.
Cassandra leaned into Dareios, and whispered in his ear: ‘You and me. It’s time. Let’s dance.’
There was a sploooooosh of fluid as the buxom, muscularly shredded templar of Girvyn was allowed to pull her finger out intact, and then Dareios whirled around and Cassadra was confronted with a wall of oiled muscles and a twenty-six-inch penis as Dareios’s huge, meaty hands grabbed her tits, her boobflesh bulging around his corded grip. As the alpha warrior mauled both of the huge orbs, releasing them only to slap them, sending thick, wet sounds of impact over the pool, the monster dick that jutted immensely from him powered between her legs and through the tip juncture of her thighs like a smooth, hard eel in the lube. The bulging dorsal vein of the gargantuan flesh python slips her slippery pussy lips and her clit thrummed against it.
She snarled and he spat in her open mouth, making her smile defiantly, teeth bared like a jaguar.
‘They seem to have chemistry,’ Tamara said to Lorel.
‘Not what I’d call it.’
‘She was always going to go straight for him,’ Tamara said, ‘always biting off more than she can chew. Thinks she’s a hellcat.’
‘Too much to prove, that one.’ Lorel agreed, ‘her funeral.’
They surveyed the rest of the pool, ‘who to break now…’ Tamara wondered.
Galiana had unlatched from Damon. She had whispered something indiscernible in the monster-meat-sporting alpha, and as he nodded, she was already swishing her way over in the direction of Spillsby, with Damon too inserting himself into the lube, sloshing it over his bulging pecs as he made for the pair of Jizzelle and Faye who were standing in the centre of it.
‘Looks like Spillsby’s about to get the treatment…’ Lorel observed.
The gorgeous, torpedo-titted Girvyn priestess swayed alluringly as she approached the horse-cocked stablehand, whose giant, glinting, vascular cum-cannon twitched in the liquid as she juggled her gleaming, bronze-tanned monster melons in her hands, being rewarded by a massive spray of precum all over her domes for her trouble, a huge wad of the gluey stuff that Spillsby felt almost rattling his teeth as he ejected it out.
‘Want to stick that in me?’ Galiana said, stopping two feet from Spillsby and drooling saliva over her lower lip so that it roped down and touched the tip of the obscenely distended member and dripped off the end where it mixed into the lube.
The overly-direct approach befuddled Spillsby slightly.
‘I-uh, I mean, well… yes…’
‘Good,’ drawled the smouldering sex-priestess, meeting his gaze head on and flexing her tits, letting another rope of saliva that dripped from her chin but did not drop, jiggle between her massive milkers as she spoke, ‘because I’ll let you put it wherever you want. And I’ll let you do it again and again. As many times as you like. And then as many times as I like. And we’re going to keep going and going and going until you can’t do it anymore. Only, honey, you’ll think you can’t do it anymore. But I’m going to take you past that point. And then I’ll take you to the point where you can’t do it any more. I’m not saying you won’t want to, you just won’t be able to. And when we’re past that, I’ll still be on top of you, fucking your brains out, and you’ll be a drooling mess, not able to talk, not able to move, not able to do anything. And your dick will still be sooooooooo hard. And I’ll keep doing that and doing that and doing that until you’re a little puddle on the couch and you dribble off it into the lube pool. Maybe you’ll end up being spread over my tits. You got that?’
Spillsby nodded.
‘You know what you just agreed to?’ Galiana asked, tilting her head to the side, still holding his gaze.
Spillsby nodded.
‘Good boy,’ Galiana said, ‘Consent is so important. But more important than that – it’s hot.’
Without another word, Galiana took Spillsby by his brawny shaft and led him out of the lube pool.
Meanwhile Damon approached Jizzelle and Faye.
‘You two come with me.’
He turned his back on them and walked away.
‘Aren’t you going to say please?’ Faye said, indignant hands on her hips.
There was a moment as Damon stopped. For a moment, he didn’t turn around. Then he did. Using all the control he could muster over his inhumanly sized and fully tumescent, massively throbbing appendage, so hard it was pointed up at the ceiling, he slowly and deliberately levelled it so that the shiny round heart-shaped crown pointed at the top-heavy whore, the youngest of the Girvyn acolytes.
A thick, heavy plume of precum, long, thick, unbroken but blindingly fast absolutely blasted out of his bell end, a ripple shooting down the muscular shaft signalling its projection from the tip that gave Faye time to gulp before the jet of hot liquid hammered directly into the centre of her face and knocked her clean off her feet, sending her tumbling into the lube with a splash.
‘I insist.’ Damon said.
He turned and walked up out of the pool towards the furniture.
‘Wait for me!’ Jizzelle squealed, wading after him.
Faye’s globes appeared first, a couple of seconds later, breaching the clear surface of the lube, and then the rest of her, spluttering as she spat out lube from her mouth, collected herself, and scurried after the pair.
Tamara poured her bombshell bimbo body off the side of the pool with an agile little shunt and then flaunted herself provocatively as she walked over to Pontus, swaying, cupping her tits, and eye-fucking him. She stopped in front of him and struck a noncommittal pose, one hand on her wide, luscious hip, and stuck a finger in her ear with her other, squinting one eye and making a clicking sound.
Pontus’s hulking, drooling member wagged at her.
‘Sooooooo,’ Tamara said, the gorgeous slut shaking out the tendrils of her slick, glossy brunette hair, ‘any big ideas about what you’re going to do to me with that twenty-incher?’
‘Make you worship it,’ Pontus said.
‘Babe, I already worship cock,’ Tamara said, ‘trust me. What else you got.’
‘How about I break you?’ Pontus said, ‘better than he broke you?’
‘I think it is you that is the one that will get broken, my sweet bitch.’
She smiled at him.
‘It is a juicy cock though,’ Tamara continued, ‘and I do want to get stretched like a fucking whore and used like the fucking filthy cumdump that I am. All my holes filled and pumped full of a stud’s cum. And then mop up everything from the floor that spills out of me. Painted like a slut with all the jizz you can pump out of this thing. The question is, can you handle that?’
‘I can handle that.’
‘Glad to hear it fucko. Follow me.’
With Tamara and Pontus’s exit from the pool, there were only two left in it.
‘Well if it isn’t my favourite, uh… specimen…’ Lorel said, after she had slid her ass off the lip of the pool and wandered over to him, seduction pouring out of her as she slid in a slinky sashay through the lube, hips swaying dreamily.
Faslane glowered at her, flexing, his whole body a conduit for simmering resentment as he finally got one to one with the priestess who had brought him here.
‘Is that all you can call me still, your specimen?’
The stacked blonde rolled her eyes, ‘they say never to name something you have to perform experiments on, lest they perish.’
Faslane said nothing.
‘Oh, you’re so moody…’ Lorel simpered theatrically, ‘look, it all worked out for the best, didn’t it? Look at you now with this fuckstick. The girls will be throwing themselves at you after this…’
‘It might not have worked out for the best if Tamara hadn’t shown up when she did,’ the monster cocked stud said, ‘seems to me like things were going pretty badly actually.’
Lorel made a fist and wiped a mock tear from the corner of her eye, ‘awh… I let him rail me as much as he likes, I enchant his cock, mutate him into a SEX GOD and he says it’s bad. Yes, it’s so unfair Faslane, I’m a mean mean person and I need to be punished.’
Faslane brought a hand up and pointed at her. Lorel was expecting the gesture to be accompanied by a burst of precum spouting from his obscenely distended dick, but it wasn’t.
‘Let’s get something right, Lorel,’ Faslane growled, the serious note in his voice making everyone already up on the rostrum turn around and pause, uncertain glances swapped between them, ‘when you had me chained up in that cave, day after day, fucking about with concoctions like some fucking teenage bar-wench not knowing what pump to pull, brewing potions, adding this-to-that and that-to-whatever and doing god-knows-whatever to my insides, every time I busted I got a little bit scrawnier, a little bit weaker. I was coming away piece by piece! And by the time I noticed it properly it wasn’t long before I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t think, and then all I knew was you still riding me and fucking me and making me bust more and more…!!! You could have killed me!’
Lorel examined her nails, ‘well look stud, we’re here now, so let’s not get bogged down in recriminations about who-plied-who with potions or who kept who chained up. We both got what we wanted. And incidentally, I’m so, sooooooo sorry for giving you unrestricted access to my absolutely perfect velvet peach of a pussy for all the time we were in the cave, which I never heard you complain about once. I mean about that: you’re welcome by the way!’
Faslane lowered his fist to his side. His huge and erect penile monolith prodded up from the pool to replace it, pointing at her.
Lorel gestured at it. ‘See?’
Faslane spoke in a low, urgent tone, not as angry as before, but more deliberately, ‘while I could still think, while I was hanging there, one thing kept me going. One thought sustained me throughout all those days where I was getting weaker and weaker. That if I, one day, had the chance to do to you what you did to me, I would revisit it tenfold. That I would make you know what it was to be broken with sex. To fuck you beyond endurance. To fuck you in a way where you would know what was happening to you, that you would be pushed beyond all your limits, and to not have the power to stop it before you were broken.’
Lorel finally dropped the façade. She looked at him frankly.
‘Well now you have your chance, it seems.’
The golden-tanned fuckdoll turned from him and sloshed towards the others. Faslane watched the sway of her assbomb as she swished through the liquid, long blonde hair cascading behind her. As she lifted herself out of the pool, she paused, and then, wish agonising slowness and deliberateness, bent over, easing down, back and legs straight, her callipygous booty globes perfectly round and gleaming in the lamplight.
She glanced over her shoulder.
‘Aren’t you going to take it?’
Faslane barrelled out of the pool like a pussy-seeking missile and had his twenty inch member entrenched in Lorel’s slippery teenage pussy with an almighty squelching sound punctuated by the meaty slap of his groin against her pulpy, globular buttocks. He coiled his hands firmly around her outthrust arms, fingers clasping her triceps, as he unleashed his rage and frustration into her in a slamming, pulverising fusillade of hard, heavy thrusts that skewered her deeply.
Lorel threw her head up and screamed throatily.
‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOO GIIIIIIIIRVVVVVVYYYYYNNNNNNNN GIVE IT TO ME LIKE THAT!!!!!!!’
The other nine watched as Faslane groin moved in a blur as he skewered the divine blonde teen whore repeatedly with his massively engorged fuckstaff, eyes rolling into the top of her head and tongue lolling out of her mouth, slippery tits bouncing in front of her as she was reamed mercilessly from behind. At that point, no one looked back.
What they didn’t realise was that it was the start of an orgiastic fuckathon that transcended everything they had engaged with thus far. Their potencies, appetites, energies and stamina had all increased beyond all their wildest imaginations, and what they thought had been the brain-breaking excesses that they had indulged before their first proper recuperation in the lube pool was a mere starter course. Perhaps somehow they had been energised by their bathing, perhaps their first orgasms had shaken loose some kind of physical inhibitions and opened up new potentialities. Perhaps the whole atmosphere had taken some time to bed in a influence them. Whatever it was, the beast in all of them had been finally, comprehensively let off the leash. It was clear to all that the test had begun.
The whole area became carnival of debauch, a writhing maze of thrusting dicks, squelching pussies receiving punishing, ramrod thrust after thrust, massive mega-boob cans titfucking extended, rigid phalluses two and three at a time, jawbreaking blowjobs, sloppier than ever, puckered assholes pulverised by brutal rectal reamings by two-and a half foot supercocks. Sweat and lube poured off chiselled, granite-carved adonis torsos and dripped onto live, plastic, bucking booties and jiggling tits. Female mouths were plugged and overstuffed, and when not full, gargling and slobbering and screaming obscene encouragements. The men slapped and fucked with endless reserves of energy and every single sleek, bubble-assed, torpedo titted beauty only ever screamed and begged for more. The air was alive with the sounds of smacking, humping, balls bouncing against chins and assholes, curvy female glutes clapping, slobber being hoovered up and projected out, wild shots of precum darting through the steamy haze and long, thick shafts squishing into seemingly depthless, tropically moist cunts.
