Princess Gwendis and the Blessing of Cum - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Breaking Her In

But that was in the past. Gwendis hadn't dared take a stallion out since then. The horsemaster was in the middle of breeding season, and he would surely notice something if his prize animals were drained of their precious cum before they could impregnate the worthy females he had selected for them – and Gwendis knew she could not resist those long, thick cocks and those balls full of sweet horse seed if she had ridden one for one of her 'errands.' Draining mugs of cum at orc bars had its own dangers, but the fear of discovery by her own kind was far, far worse.

She had found she needed at least four or five pints a day – at least that. She'd tried to go with less, but it was simply impossible. The thirst was too strong. "Drinking deeply from the cup of life," indeed!

The princess went through her day normally, greeting nobles, arranging things in the castle. She ate only sparingly. After the incredible richness of warm sperm flowing down her throat, any other food seemed to taste like ashes. Secretly, she observed the other elfin women eating. Did they feel the same way? No, it was impossible that any of these beautiful highborn ladies could be as degraded as her. She tried to imagine Lady Marinel with her lush pink lips around the head of Logi's cock, and almost dropped her spoon into her soup when the image leapt instantly into her head. Maybe it wasn't impossible.

But that didn't matter. Her stomach hurt, her throat was dry. Night was coming on, and she couldn't fight down her craving for much longer. It was the eighth day since her birthday, and she was returning to Sark's tavern.

The sardonic orc had been gently pushing her boundaries since she'd first visited his establishment, but Gwendis believed that he wouldn't go too far. After all, she knew she was bringing business in, even though she flushed hot with shame to think of it. The bar was always packed full of rough men, dwarves, orcs, all curious about the skinny little slip of an elf who stripped, cried, and drank their seed.

As she slunk into the tavern that night, Gwendis finally admitted to herself that she liked it. The attention, the catcalls. She couldn't deny that her stomach flip-flopped when she saw a thick cock spurting a hot load of sperm for her, and the names they called her! A gutter slut, a jizz drinking whore, and worse – and the memory of those names kept her awake, burning in her bed until she gave in and quieted her treacherous body down.

The crowd was smaller tonight, almost all orcs. The human tavern wenches sneered at her, and she hung her head. She had taken her dress off in the stable, and only the thin fabric of her shift was between her and the eyes of the horny beasts around her.

She was so fucking turned on. Her thighs rubbed together, and she knew she was practically dripping.

The princess was so absorbed in her self-discovery that when Sark laid his heavy hand on her shoulder, she pressed back against him with a sigh. He started, then a sly look came into his eyes.

He had seen the trend in Gwendis' mind almost as if she had told him out loud, and he knew that he could press her tonight.

In fact, he planned to break her.

In a haze, the slim elf-girl mounted up on the table to an appreciative rumble from the assembled orcs. She began to dance, more freely than ever before, tapping her feet and curving her pretty body. She glowed, she twisted and spun, and the obscene suggestions that broke through her foggy mind just made her dance harder. Coins hit the table around her, and suddenly they weren't an insult anymore.

Well, they were an insult. But in her shaky state of mind, being called a whore just increased her arousal.

Sark reached up and grabbed the collar of her shift, and Gwendis squeaked out a half-hearted protest when he tore it from her trembling body. Her nipples stuck out hard and her pussy was practically glowing with inner heat. She shook like a leaf as he ran his hand up her inner thigh. Her legs spread without her knowledge or consent, and Sark penetrated her.

Gwendis couldn't speak. She made little gasping sounds, twisting on the orc's finger like a fish on a hook. He put one hand on her side to steady her, and she moaned brokenly. He could feel her hot, wet flesh pulsing around him, and when he pressed a big thumb to her tiny clitoris, she collapsed on him as she came.

Every orc came silently to his feet as Sark laid the princess on her back on the table. She whimpered, but her eyes focused instantly on the big orc boss's member.

"Open up, slut," he growled, and she opened her mouth.

She had hated the thought of this, refused it with dread, but when his thick cockhead slid past her cherry-red lips, she almost came again just at the feel of it. He was huge, slightly salty with sweat, not dirty like she had imagined. She licked him, feeling the veins in his skin, feeling the wonderful hardness of him under the slick, soft surface.

When he thrust his cock down her throat, she grabbed his legs and pulled him in further.

His girth distended her, showing clearly in her throat as he fucked her slutty elfin mouth, and the orcs cheered. Gwendis loved it. Sark reached down and began to play with her slick cunt, and her body twisted as she came.

Then, he was pulling out, and she scrabbled trying to get his cock back in her mouth, but he spun her on the table and put a calloused hand down on her thin chest, holding her down. She began to pull her legs shut, but he glared at her and she made a soft sound and let them fall apart again. She stared at his cock, wet from her throat, as he lined it up with her velvety pussy lips.

When he slid into her, her head fell back and her mouth opened like she was going to scream, but the orc behind her took his opportunity and filled her empty mouth with his throbbing rod. She moaned around him as Sark fucked her roughly, holding her around the hips and ruthlessly ramming her. He took her hard, and she felt like she was being broken in half. There was an orc cock balls deep in her throat, one pounding her cunt until she could feel it in her belly, and the orgasm hit and wouldn't stop.

She rode waves of pleasure as Sark bottomed out in her and filled her belly with a load of fertile orc seed. She wrapped her legs around the next one, pulling him in, and he laughed at her as he fucked her messy cunt. Her hands reached out and were filled with cocks. She masturbated them wantonly, licking and sucking every prick that came near her mouth.

The cocks in her hands squirted their loads all over her creamy skin, covering her from head to toe in luscious cum. Jizz shot down her throat, satisfying her almost as much as the dicking she was getting, and the orcs that couldn't get to her filled cups and plates with their steaming jizz and passed them in. She drank the ones she was given, licking plates clean, and someone emptied a tankard over her hair. She didn't care.

She was pushed upright, and she could feel cum running over her bottom, slick and sticky. There was a cock grinding between her smooth ass cheeks, and she wailed when it penetrated her, but it felt achingly good. Someone was fucking her cunt, too, and she could feel the cocks almost rubbing together in her belly. A cup of sperm was pressed into her hand, and she set it to her lips and drained it.

Gwendis was lost. She couldn't think. She was suspended on cocks, they were all around her, covering her with their sweet seed, and she had utterly lost track of how many loads she had swallowed, how many time she had orgasmed. She had drunk more than a gallon of jizz, and there was probably that much again covering her shaking body.

Someone was emptying another jug of cum over her head when she lost consciousness.

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Let's Stable This For Now

Cold water splashing over her body jolted her awake, and she blinked in torchlight, trying to get her bearings. She could smell horses, and there was prickly hay of a stable under her feet.

"Still thirsty, my little elfin cum slut?" Sark rumbled in her ear.

Gwendis closed her eyes and nodded. Cum was sloshing in her belly, but she would never be full. She was suddenly certain that she was never going home again.

The little lost elf princess heard the sound of hooves, and let out a shuddery moan. She opened her eyes, and in front of her were three of the broad, wild-looking horses orcs liked. She couldn't have kept her eyes from between their legs if she'd wanted to.

They were all hard and ready for her.

Sark pushed her to her knees and nudged her along with his foot. The disgraced princess crawled on her hands and knees to the horses. There were orcs everywhere watching her. But there were horse cocks in front of her.

Gwendis drew up on her knees and tenderly stroked one of them. She cooed with happiness as she cupped his heavy balls. She already needed more.

She took him in her mouth without a qualm, and she quivered happily when he thrust forward and impaled her throat on his spear. She jacked the rest of his shaft wantonly, and when his balls tensed and he flooded her mouth and throat, she sucked it all down. It dribbled down her lips and onto the floor, and she scooped it up and slurped it into her mouth.

Sark moved the other two horses up on each side of her, the first stepping away, satisfied. They flanked her, and she reached out to take each one in one hand. She alternated her attention between then, licking up their huge shafts, kissing their cockheads, trying to suck gently on their fat balls. She tongued and stroked them, lavishing all the love and worship she could on those big, beautiful members.

The horse to Gwendis' left stamped and blew, and she saw his sack tightening. She cupped her hands underneath him and slowly kissed his tip, licking it, and he came all over her face. It splashed into her hands, and she guzzled it greedily as it kept pouring. It flowed into her hair, down over her royal face, into her hands, and she gulped it down noisily until there was no more.

The last stallion was impatient. He bumped the other with his shoulder, making him stumble, and his drained cock slapped Gwendis on the cheek, leaving a cum mark there. She turned angrily to the stallion, but her frown smoothed over at the sight of his prick.

He was shorter than the others, but wider, and his balls were bigger than grapefruits. Gwendis crawled under him, zeroing in on his fat phallus like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. There was probably more than a gallon of sweet jizz in those two bulging orbs!

She tried to fit him in her mouth, but it was absolutely hopeless. He was far too thick. She jacked him off, rubbing her soft cheek on the side of his dick, lavishing kisses on his balls. She pressed her cum-slick breasts against his giant shaft, and he whinnied his approval.

It was clearly mating season. For all his size, the big fucker didn't last long under Gwendis' enthusiastic ministrations. And when he came, it was like that cum had been under high pressure. It blasted the unsuspecting elf-maid in the face, sending her to the ground, and when she sat up with an astonished expression on her face, it hit her again. Her face was covered with a mask of horse jizz. She couldn't even open her eyes, they were so full of the sticky goo. She opened her mouth to say something, and it filled instantly with that thick, sweet fluid.

The orcs around her were helpless with laughter. One aimed the horse's cock at her again, letting it dribble its last strings of sperm in her lap to cover her now-broken in cunt. She gurgled with her mouthful of jizz, swallowing as fast as she could. Her ears and nose were full of cum, and she shook her head to clear them, wiping her eyes clean with her hands.

When she could see, she set to work slurping the hot horse jizz from her hands, scooping it off her arms and into her mouth, gobbling it without caring who was watching.

It took her a while to realize that there was almost no noise.

"Gwendis."

The voice came from behind her, and the princess's back stiffened. No one here knew her name. That voice...

Blinking away cum, she turned slowly, looking at the stable entrance. The orcs had fled.

Standing in the doorway was Prince Andor, her older brother. Gwendis burst into hot tears of shame.

Continued in Chapter 3

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