Princess Gwendis and the Blessing of Cum - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

The orcs' raucous voices filled the smoke-filled tavern. Every eye was fastened on the slim elf standing on the table in the center of the room.

Gwendis wished she was dead. The wooden mug in her hand was still three-quarters full. She lifted it to her bright red lips and hated herself for wanting the contents so badly.

Opening her mouth, she let the cum rush over her tongue. Orcish seed was hot and smoky, thicker than a human's, less sweet than a horse's. A week ago, she would have been horrified to think that she'd ever know the difference. Now...

Her throat moved rhythmically as she swallowed the sperm, letting it flow into her belly to temporarily ease her insatiable thirst. She tilted her head back for the last few drops, futilely trying to pull her shift down to hide her charms from the crowd. She was a princess! She shouldn't be slurping down jizz in front of a bar full of orcs!

Gwendis felt tears start, making her mascara blur and run down her cheeks. What would her brother Andor think to see her like this? She loved him more than anything, and she knew he would hate her if he saw what she did at night.

The cries of approval and heavy clink of coins on the table made her shudder with humiliation. She didn't need their filthy pennies, she loathed being here, but the thought of her peers knowing what she did, what she was, was unthinkable.

The elfin princess tried to maintain some dignity as she stepped down from the table. A rough orcish hand stroked down her back to her slim bottom, and she broke, fleeing in a blind panic through the crowd. Hands touched her everywhere, but she made it out to fling herself pell-mell onto her horse's back. Shivering and crying, Gwendis rode off into the night, back towards the palace, not bothering to put her dress back on. She stroked her horse's neck, pouring out her degradation into the beast's mane. She always chosen a mare for these outings, after the first night.

Scrabbling up the vines leading to her bedroom, she plunged, filthy, into her soft feather mattress. Sobbing bitterly, she squirmed and rubbed her thighs together. The worst part, the part that kept her up at night, was the knowledge deep inside her that she loved it. She, a princess, highborn, couldn't stop her traitorous pussy from getting wet at the taste of cum, the thought of hot eyes on her skin.

Gwendis knew it would not be long before something irrevocable happened, and she cursed all faeries.

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The Birthday Party

Gwendis couldn't remember that far, but she'd heard what happened at her christening. Most elf royalty had a faerie sponsor who gave them a magical blessing, and Gwendis was no exception. The wording had been peculiar, to say the least. "You will be satisfied with nothing but drinking deeply each day from the cup of life?" She had puzzled over what that meant until her eighteenth birthday a week ago.

She had been tormented by a tickle in the back of her throat all day. She drank glass after glass of water and tea, but nothing helped; her thirst grew until she was wretchedly miserable. She managed to hold herself together through her birthday party, as a princess should, but it was hard. Her voice cracked as she thanked the guests, and giving a toast was agony.

As soon as it was polite to, she fled the party, found a gallon pitcher of watered wine and downed it in huge, thirsty gulps, spilling it all over her lovely dress – but there was no relief. She clawed at her dry throat, cried as quietly as she could; what was happening to her?!

Gwendis curled into the fetal position, sobbing. It didn't take long for unquenchable thirst to break someone, especially a young, untried princess. Her agony was interrupted by a faint, rhythmic sound.

Stumbling to her feet, the elf investigated. What was happening here? She'd come to a dark, unused corridor. Peeking into a cracked door, she gasped with a dry throat. An upstairs maid in her frilly uniform was lying on her back on a table, a single candle lighting her. Over her was the tall frame of the head cook. The maid was moaning and wriggling underneath him, and when Gwendis looked down, she saw his thick human cock skewering into the panting elf woman.

Disgusting! Was the first word that popped into her mind, but she couldn't stop watching. There was something magnetic about it. She felt a twitch in her belly, and a tiny, secret part of her realized that she wanted to be there, underneath a man, his prick opening her up and making her moan.

The cook bent forwards and his voice joined the maid's. He thrust in hard, and Gwendis' heart leapt into her throat as she saw his white seed spilling out of the maid's slick pussy to fall in drops and heavy strings on the table. Something about that milky sperm called out to her. The cup of life... She licked her lips.

And then, Gwendis watched in horror as the maid started to clean up the lovely fluid. She was missing her chance! Unable to think of anything else to do, she banged on the door. "You in there, what do you think you're doing?" she snarled as best she could.

The hissed curses from inside told her her ruse was working. Furtive feet scrambled and a door slammed shut, and Gwendis slipped inside. She crossed quickly to the table. The light of the abandoned candle played over streaks of slick white cum. The elf's heart beat fast. She was so thirsty...

Getting on her knees, the princess stuck out her pointed pink tongue and bent closer. She was shaking with thirst, need, and embarrassment for what she was about to do. Closing her eyes, she bit the bullet. The tip of her tongue touched a puddle of seed, and a shudder passed over her body. She set her lips to the salty-sweet cum and sucked it into her virgin mouth.

It covered her tongue and slid easily down her throat, the warm liquid easing the terrible, killing thirst, and she lost her composure. She slurped up the remnants of jizz, licking the table like a dog, drinking every drop she could find. Gods, she needed it!

She licked the table clean twice before she came to her senses and pulled away. The thirst had quieted down, for now. She felt sick. What was she going to do? Where could she possibly get the cum she now knew she absolutely needed? Her throat was already starting to hurt again. The leftover semen from the table just wasn't enough.

A thought came unbidden to her desperate mind, and she tip-toed quietly through the palace to her private stables. She knew where a girl, any girl, could get a bellyful of sweet jizz this time of night. She blanked out the disgust that rose within her at the thought. She needed it.

In the stable, she saddled her favorite stallion. His hooves thundered as she galloped towards the nearest village. She tried to think about something, anything other than her errand, but she couldn't stop the heat that crept up her cheeks any more than she could really deny the sick, crazy arousal she felt. Her juicy young cunt was getting the front of her dress all wet, she knew, which just made her blush harder.

There was clearly a good crowd when she pulled up to the first tavern she found. Shaking, she tied her horse up and crept in. Gwendis' eyes opened wide. She had never been anywhere like this!

The room was long and low, full of flickering light and pipe smoke. Busty human women in simple but somehow incredibly flattering blouses and short, colorful skirts swept through the crowd with tankards of ale gripped in each hand, laughing off pinches and shouted suggestions. The customers... were orcs.

Gwendis shuddered and stepped back, turning to flee – right into the arms of a huge, tattooed orc. He grabbed her arms and looked her up and down, then burst out laughing. The other orcs looked up at his voice.

"What have we here? A little lost elf?" he rumbled, poking Gwendis in the ribs. She was too scared to retort. "What brings you to our humble bar?"

Her throat was itching again. She steeled herself and stood up straight, looking him defiantly in the eye.

"I need..." she broke off. Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear, "I need cum. I'm going to die if I can't get some!"

The orc stared at her, temporarily dumbstruck. "You need... cum," he finally managed. "I've never met an elf whore before. I'll give you a mouthful you won't forget. How much?"

"I am not a whore!" Gwendis bristled, tears brimming in her eyes, sending black streaks down her cheeks. "I'm under a c-c-curse!" With that, she burst out crying and fell into his arms.

The orc was once again speechless. Uncertain what to do with his arms, he put them around the trembling girl and patted her on the head. "There, there," he said in a falsely tender tone. "My name is Sark. This is my place. I'm sure we'll be glad to help you."

He looked at the crowd. The elf-maid's whispers, passed from orc to orc, had made their way quickly around the room. They were looking hungrily at her. He grinned. "We'll all be glad to help you."

"I can't... suck you," Gwendis spoke up, not even wanting to say it. "I just can't. Can you... put it in a cup?" She looked desperately in Sark's eyes. They narrowed.

"I don't know, lassie," he said, letting go of her. "The boys need something for their trouble, eh?" A rumble of approval sounded from the massed throats of three dozen orcs.

"I could... pay you?" she suggested hopefully, but her eyes darkened in despair as Sark shook his head.

"You ain't got anything on you, I can see that," he said. "And we won't take credit."

Gwendis felt bleak and lost. "I can..." she started, trying to think of a way out. She couldn't give up her horse. "I can, I'll... show you my breasts?" she finished hopefully.

Sark laughed in her face. "Gonna take more than that, sugar," he growled in her ear. "We're not blushing virgins like yourself."

The elf princess felt soiled just talking to the big, frightening orc. "What do you want?" she asked quietly.

"Seeing as you're too good for this," he grinned, making Gwendis gasp and turn away as he pulled his thick orcish tool from his pants, "Why don't you just hop up on that table and do a little dance, eh? We don't get to see elf dances often, you know, and the boys would surely like it."

"J-just a dance?" Gwendis asked, fearing the other shoe.

"Just get on the table and start taking your clothes off," Sark growled. "Hop to it!" He swatted the young elf's slim rump, making her jump as she scrambled up onto the table.

All eyes were on her, and she stood, moving from one foot to the next, trying to stop crying. The air was sodden with anticipation, and the women had wisely removed behind the bar. The candles made the air hot, and she was sweating. Someone started drumming, and she slowly began to sway to the sound.

Gwendis had never done anything but court dances, and she found it difficult to concentrate on anything but not falling off the table – but at least that was something to think about other than the hot orcish stares. She was young and lithe, and it was a joy to watch her move, but it didn't take long for the crowd to get impatient.

Sark thrust his way to the table Gwendis was swaying on. He drained a big mug of ale, then slammed it on the table, making the princess jump. She stared down at him as he started to jack his huge orcish prick off in front of her.

"You want a drink, right, cum slut?" he said jeeringly. "Make me want to fill this up for you."

Her heart hammering, Gwendis began to dance again. Trying to think what the bestial audience would want to see, she ran her hands over her body. Calls of approval made her bolder. As more dicks were pulled out, she slowly undid her bodice, showing her small but perfectly shaped breasts. As the elven orbs were exposed to the light, a low, rough sound of lust swept the room.

Sark was looking straight in her eyes as she unfastened strings and bows down the rest of her dress with shaking fingers. He caught her attention as she let it drop, and the look of total humiliation on her face sent him over the edge. Her dress hit the floor, and she stood in front of the suddenly silent bar wearing just her high-heeled white shoes and silk stockings.

The orc grunted as he came, his monstrous seed pouring into the mug from the tip of his bulging cock. It splashed on Gwendis' shoes, but almost a cup of tangy orcish sperm landed in the huge vessel. He laughed and held the mug up high.

"Who can do better than that, eh?" he shouted.

The next hour was torture. Gwendis swayed on the table, forced to watch as orc after orc came up, in twos and threes, staring at her sweet young frame and filling the tankard with their cum. Seed splashed on the table, got on her feet, sometimes sprayed up her stockinged legs. It was horrible. She needed it so bad! And the worst part was the crazy heat she felt building in her belly.

Finally, it was over. The elf princess's knees were knocking together. Somehow she climbed down from the table without falling over, and she glanced around wildly, licking her lips as she reached for the mug as if she thought someone was going to try to take it away from her. It was right there, brimming with hot white jizz, spilling over the edges to run down the sides.

Sark's broad fingers closed around the mug, and Gwendis' heart almost stopped.

"Please," she whispered.

He was more than a foot taller than her, and he held the mug over her head, her eyes following it automatically. She set her hands on his chest to steady herself, and opened her mouth as he tilted it.

A thick stream of spunk poured from the mug, splashing on her face, running down her cheeks and dripping off her nose and chin. She sucked down as much as she could, swallowing greedily, barely noticing the cum sticking in her hair, painting her breasts in patterns of white. It ran down her ribs, and drops fell from her pointy pink nipples to splash on her feet.

It was like a glass of water after a week in the desert. Every mouthful she swallowed was life itself, the warm, sticky, slick fluid revitalizing her. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

When the deluge was over she stood, eyes closed, cum dribbling all over her. She had swallowed maybe a quarter of the huge mug of sperm. Her fingers opened and closed randomly, and she drunkenly grabbed her soiled dress and stumbled towards the door. She suddenly craved clean air.

Her fingers wandered without her consciously moving them, scooping up droplets of cum from her body that she licked off blindly as she walked to her horse. She had drunk up probably a quart of jizz – and it wasn't nearly enough.

She knew it as she thundered, almost naked, along a back road to the castle. She needed more, and she just could not go through that ordeal again tonight. Also, she needed to clean herself. Shivering as the wind blew over her cum-coated skin, she turned off the road towards a stream.

The fragile elf-maid stood nude next to the water, cleaning as much sperm as she could from her flawless skin with her fingers, licking it up to quench her thirst for jizz. She almost couldn't bring herself to wring it out of her long, blonde hair, but needs must. Finally, she plunged into the water.

It was warm after the cool air, and she scrubbed her body clean, rinsing her hair free from the strings of white cum that had stained it. As she did, she became conscious of a raw sensation in her throat, and her heart fell.

She was thirsty.

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Fillin' Up

The tormented princess covered her face in her hands. This was awful. The water of the stream gave her no relief. She stood with no clear idea what to do. She knew, knew she could not go back to the taverns tonight. Drying herself off as best she could, she put her cum-spattered dress back on, and her nipples poked through the silk.

Walking back to her stallion, Gwendis concluded with despair that when she returned to the castle, she would seek out some underling and get him to give her his cum. But how could she keep him from talking? Her thoughts spiraled down darkly until she took her last step up the bank of the river.

Her favorite horse, Logi, stood silhouetted black against the huge full moon. Gwendis' jaw dropped. Hanging between his legs was the solution to her problem.

Logi's equine member was clearly not fully erect – but it was already as long and thick as her forearm. She put a hand over her mouth and giggled incongruously. Well, why not? She had already drunk orc jizz. Stepping close to him, she looked around for a container. She hadn't put her lips to any of the orcs, and she absolutely would not lower herself to... sucking on a dirty animal.

Kneeling next to the magnificent beast, the princess opened and closed her fingers, steeling herself for what she had to do. Before she knew it, her fingers had closed around the huge rod. It was almost too big for her two hands to wrap around! Not knowing why, she felt a bolt of arousal sizzle through her nervous system.

There was a lump in her throat as she started to jack the stallion off. Logi snorted and stepped, trying to thrust his hips, and his cock slid hot and hard through her fingers, bumping against her button nose. Gwendis' lips parted slightly; she was breathing hard. That enormous, pistoning prick in her hands was doing strange and disturbing things to her young body.

She shifted her weight, feeling her untried pussy moistening, but she couldn't spare a hand from the glorious thing in front of her to ease her lust. More than that, she wouldn't admit to herself what it was. Her eyes focused solely on Logi, on his divine phallus, silk-soft and iron-hard in her young fingers.

She inched closer, tongue hanging out. She was so thirsty! Her mouth was just inches from the flaring tip of his member, and she could see his balls, heavy with cum. She gulped, dreamy images spinning through her head. She thought of the mug of sperm emptied over her head, about how she had felt then...

Just then, Logi whinnied and came.

Gwendis had thought the orcs produced a lot of semen. But compared to Logi, a champion stallion?

The first burst was a full pint. It hit the princess right in her pretty blue eyes, making her scream and tilt her head back. The second shot went right into her open mouth. Gwendis coughed and choked, trying to swallow it, and the little that slid down her throat was unthinkably delicious.

Her reservations forgotten, the hot elf-maid set her cum-smeared lips to the big tip of Logi's cock, and got the next shot right where it belonged. It filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged, and she desperately drank it down. It was sweet and creamy and incredibly wonderful. She'd only managed to down a cup or so when the next spurt filled her up again, making sperm shoot out of her nose and down the front of her dress. She backed up, choking, and Logi's cock caught in the bodice of her dress where it pumped the sweet valley between her firm young breasts full of sticky horse jizz.

Gwendis sat back on her shapely rump, and Logi stepped forward. His prick rose free from her dress and bumped into the side of her head, where a jet of semen filled her pointed ear and ran into her hair and down the side of her neck. Turning, she opened her mouth and bent forwards. She was so thirsty!

Logi thrust again as she moved, and his fat cockhead pressed past her lips, into her mouth, and six inches down her throat. Shocked, the inexperienced elf princess gurgled around the huge slab of cock meat in her throat as it pumped cum by the pint into her jizz-hungry belly. She tried to breathe through her nose, but it was hard.

The stallion blew and stamped, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of an elf's throat squeezing his mighty prick. It was a lovely feeling, and his balls tightened as they – and Gwendis – tried to get every last drop down her gullet.

She twitched, running out of air, and her eyes rolled back into her head as Logi finished and stepped back, his huge member sliding slowly out of her mouth with a wet, slimy sound.

Coughing and choking, Gwendis fell on her side underneath him. The last string of sperm fell in her already-messy blonde hair.

It was easily an hour before she had recovered sufficiently to move. Her muscles complained as she got up and mounted the satisfied Logi. She walked him slowly back to the castle and crept secretly into her chambers, her belly full of spunk.

Continued in Chapter 2

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