Princess Gwendis and the Blessing of Cum - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

That's My Horse!

Sark sighed, settling deeper in the chilly water of the forest stream. The burly, tattooed orc was despondent. He had enjoyed the most lucrative, sexually fulfilling two weeks of his hardscrabble life, and then it had all come crashing down – the elfin vision who had been drinking his cum and draining his customers' cocks dry every night had turned out to be a gods-damned princess, and when her brother tracked her down, Sark had been forced to grab all he could and run. Fortunately, he'd been able to sell off his tavern, but for far less than it was worth.

Still, the silver had bought him distance from Prince Andor's vengeance, and a half-interest in a pleasant tavern. It wasn't as big or clean or busy as his had been, but needs must when demons drive. Growling a curse, he rose dripping from the water, wrapped a cloth around his waist, and stalked towards his horses. He was on his way back from a short, involuntary 'camping trip.' It seemed best to skip town when elfs from Andor and Gwendis's domain passed through.

The orc shook water from his skin as he turned around huge tree to where he'd left his stallion Jake, and his pack mare.

He stopped dead.

There was a nude woman on all fours under his stallion. Tattoos spiraled up her left thigh, over her flat belly and round breasts, banding her upper arms, but that's not the first thing he noticed about her. She had perky, pointed feline ears and a long, black tail tipped with faded blue, that lashed as she opened her mouth and gulped down the flared cockhead of his horse.

Sark's jaw dropped, along with the cloth around his waist, and his dick hardened instantly. He'd never seen a catgirl this far north, and his eyes widened as her mouth opened more, and she pressed forward with a mewling sigh that faded into a wet gagging sound as thick inches of horse cock slid down her throat. He had never seen anyone, not even Gwendis, deepthroat a stallion!

The catgirl's throat bulged as the horse's fat, flared cock pushed in further. She was jacking off the remainder of his shaft, and Sark almost laughed as he realized that she had very nearly a foot of dick crammed into her gullet! The girl gave a burbling moan around the heavy phallus, reaching out to play with the beast's round, juicy balls.

She struggled forwards; only about five inches were still outside her pretty lips. Four, three, two... Closing her eyes, she steeled herself and lunged, and her stuffed neck convulsed as her nose bumped into the stallion's belly.

Sark couldn't resist. He started clapping, impressed with the feline's talents. She rolled a watering eye towards him, her body stiffening in surprise at the intrusion. He laughed as she started to pull back, the slick sound of his horse's cock slipping out of her throat turning him on even more.

"Who the Hell are you?" she snarled, her voice only slightly muffled by the inch or so of dick still in her mouth.

"Well, my name is Sark, and that's my horse you're trying to swallow whole there," he said reasonably. He noted that her hands were still working the beast's member, apparently unconsciously. Lucky Jake. "Who are you, kitten?"

She opened her mouth to answer just as Jake's heavy balls tensed and at least a pint of cum shot down his rod to fill her mouth. She spluttered and coughed, and Sark saw her neck working as she swallowed desperately, trying to catch the sweet cream in her hands. Her eyes unfocused and her whole body language changed, softened, as the taste washed over her. She set her lips to Jake's cockhead to catch the next burst, and Sark licked his lips at the way her cheeks bulged at the onslaught of equine sperm. It spurted out her nose, leaked out of her overstuffed mouth, dribbling down her lips and over her naked body, obscuring her tattoos.

The orc thought hard as the feline gulped and slurped, guiding all the jizz she could down into her tummy. She looked lean and underfed, with tangled, unkempt hair, now further matted with big globs of horse cum. Sark felt a brief, unusual surge of sympathy for her. Unlike the pampered and aristocratic Gwendis, who he had been happy to use and abuse, this girl seemed to need something – something more than the horse seed she was greedily guzzling.

Eventually, Jake's torrent tapered off, and his prick shrank. The catgirl groomed herself, scooping traces of his sperm up to her mouth, licking her fingers off with apparent satisfaction.

"Hey, kitty," Sark called to her. "You like cum, eh?"

She flashed a glance at him that seemed to call him an idiot for asking the question. He laughed.

"You look like you need a home. I have a nice, warm hearth, and I'll get you all the cream you need. How's that sound?"

She moved towards him cautiously, on all fours, her eyes suspicious. "It sounds... good," she allowed. Sark noticed that her gaze was fastened on his naked cock, on the tiny droplet of precum hanging from his tip. He stretched, making his member bob, and she followed it with her slitted cat-eyes.

The idea that had popped into his head grew and fleshed out, became more real. "Still thirsty, kitty?"

The catgirl nodded solemnly, and Sark grinned. "Come over here and get a drink, and you can sleep by my fire tonight."

She sidled towards him, but he could see from the way she moved that her inhibitions, her inherent feline caution were being rapidly overwhelmed by an overriding need to add another load of cum to what she'd already filled her tummy with.

He smiled encouragingly, beckoned her closer, and she came, her shapely butt swaying, her tail flicking as she crept in on all fours. The cum drop on his cock stretched, about to fell, and her last trace of hesitation vanished. She lunged forwards, capturing his cockhead in her mouth, and moaned around him as that sweet droplet filled her mouth with the hot, smoky taste of orcish seed.

Sark petted her ragged black hair, avoiding the strings of horse cum. The catgirl gulped him down easily, and he was astonished at how deliciously tight she was after taking Jake's massive member. Then, he scratched around her feline ears, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

She was purring around his dick. Her whole throat was vibrating, squeezing his phallus, the pleasure so quick and intense that it almost tickled. His fingers clenched suddenly, holding onto her ears, and he rammed his cock the last few inches past her lush lips. She wriggled happily, apparently enjoying the face-fucking.

The orc was beyond caring; the sympathy he felt certainly couldn't hold a candle to the rush of libido that hit him at the wildly amazing feeling of her throat. He fucked her mouth like a cunt, thrusting his dick deep inside her, making her gurgle and choke on him, and she kept purring!

His rough growl of pleasure turned into a roar as heat rushed up his length, and he pulled a few inches out so it splashed on her tongue, filling her mouth, the spicy richness of it making her tail bristle. More cum pulsed out of Sark's hard cock, squirting the feline's mouth full.

The force of his orgasm made him sit down suddenly, and the catgirl straddle his leg, grinding her pussy on his skin as she played with the cum in her mouth, mewling wetly around the giant load of hot, creamy sperm.

Sark watched her, enjoyed the view of her hips grinding, the way she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as far as she could so she could see its coating of sticky cock-cream. It was beautiful, in a cum-slut sort of way, and his prick twitched again as she swallowed hard, gulping down his seed. She opened her mouth again in an orgasmic cry, and he could see that she'd sucked it all down like a good girl.

The catgirl nestled against him, purring as he stroked her back. This was going to work out well, he thought. This was going to work out very, very well.

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The Bath

"No."

The flat syllable was forced through clenched teeth. The catgirl's fur bristled, but Sark was firm. She squealed as he picked her up bodily, her lithe form no match for his massive strength. As he plunged her in the big basin of hot water, her squalling cry filled the room, and the orc was glad that the tavern was currently empty; the sound coming from the catgirl's mouth was appalling.

He dunked her head underwater; her resistance broken for the moment, transformed into a sullen acceptance as he scrubbed her clean.

"Don't worry, pet," he reassured her, rubbing her scalp. "I'll have a treat for you after this." She hunkered down in the tub, enjoying his attention more than she would've admitted. When he finally finished, she leapt acrobatically out of the water, soaking him, and he laughed ruefully as he stripped.

Her posture was defensive, but she melted against him when he embraced her, and he felt her shiver as he began to stroke himself into hardness. It was easy, with her naked loveliness next to him, and as she got to her knees, licking her lips, he let her have his cock.

She licked it up and down, and he was suddenly glad that her tongue wasn't as rough as an actual cat's. It felt incredible working along his length, and he gave a silent prayer of thanks to all the gods for his luck. He began to rub her scalp through her still-damp hair, scratching it lightly with his nails, and she swallowed him and started to purr again.

Fucking incredible.

He resisted the urge to face-fuck her and just let her go at her own speed, teasing him with her mouth and throat. He loved the way it felt when she took his entire length into her gullet, when she licked his balls. Despite the fact that he'd come just a couple hours ago, he had to exercise all his self-control not to pop off after just a few minutes of her divinely marvelous cocksucking.

A knock at the door was followed seconds later by an orcish head thrusting itself inside. Sark rolled his eyes at his fellow tavern-keeper, but Denn just laughed. "Hey, Sark! I'm almost done with this collar. What's her name?"

Sark frowned. He didn't actually know. The catgirl slowly pulled off his cock, but when she opened her mouth to answer, the orc's member pulsed in her hand and filled her mouth with another load of orcish jizz, and she was lost. Denn watched, grinning, as she instantly popped Sark's dick back in her mouth, her body undulating as the taste alone almost made her climax.

"Call her Leara," Sark managed to bark as she nursed on his softening prick. He tapped her on the forehead, and she raised dreamy kitten-eyes to meet his gaze. "Your name's Leara, got it?" She nodded with his cock still in her mouth.

"What are you waiting for?" the tattooed orc snarled at Denn, who was still watching as Sark's member began to stiffen again in Leara's mouth. "Go finish the collar! I want it ready for tonight. You can have a turn when you're done."

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Kitten Loves Cream

The tavern was not exactly packed; Sark and Denn hadn't had time to spread the word, so it was just the usual crowd of rough orcish mercenaries, miners, and lumberjacks.

They turned as one when Leara walked, naked and nervous, into the center of the room. The only thing she was wearing was a bright new collar; silver studs picked out the words Kitten Loves Cream around it, and the steel tag hanging from the ring at her throat read Leara.

Cocks hardened around the room as conversation stopped, replaced quickly by a low murmur of lustful appreciation. Leara shrank into herself; she wasn't used to being surrounded by orcs!

Sark appeared behind her and hooked a leash to her collar. She put her arms around him, feeling safer. There was something bone-deep in her that recognized him as her master, and his presence reassured her.

"Like what you see, boys?" he roared, and was answered by an eager surge of agreement. "Well, this is my new pet. She loves cream, and I need help to feed her." Dark chuckles spread through the room at his words, and the orcs pulled in closer.

"Listen, boys," he continued. "For half a silver, she'll take it straight from the tap, understand? For a penny, you can watch and fill a saucer for me, right?"

All around the room, coins clinked as the empty mug Denn carried around was filled. There was a little jostling as the line of those who'd paid silver formed, and the others hurriedly unlaced their trousers or lifted their kilts.

Leara's eyes went soft and hazy as everyone in the tavern suddenly sprouted a hard, throbbing cock. She dropped to all fours, panting, almost drooling with her eagerness as the first orc came forwards.

He flinched when she darted for him, jerking the leash away from Sark, to swallow his fat orc dick, but the flinch turned into a shiver that passed over his whole body as she easily deep-throated him. Her talented tongue and agile lips teased him into painful hardness, and her palm gently cupping his balls made him stand on tip-toes in his excitement.

"Rub her ears," Sark suggested, and the orc looked dubiously at him. He obeyed, though.

He lasted about five seconds after Leara started purring. She made a glurk! noise as she gulped his hot jizz down, slurping it straight from his prick into her needy belly. He almost fell over as he stumbled away from her, his dick dripping saliva as he shakily slammed down a whiskey to recover himself.

Leara was licking her lips and fingers, and suddenly the line got bigger as some of the orcs who'd only paid copper realized their mistake and frantically sought out Denn to pay the difference. The ones who wouldn't or couldn't pay it began to eagerly jack off as Sark quietly distributed empty cups.

The catgirl gulped down load after load of orc cum, their dicks plowing into her tight, purring throat to paint her esophagus with white blasts of sperm. Some let her work her magic, while others grabbed her head and rammed her hard, making her cough and gag, tears running from her eyes to smear black lines over her cheeks from the makeup Denn had found for her.

She didn't care. As long as she got their long dicks sliding down her throat and their cum spraying into her belly, she didn't care at all. Her hair was pulled, her ears gripped in heavy hands; it didn't matter as long as she got her mouth filled with spicy orcish jizz.

There was so much she couldn't possibly swallow it all, and cum mixed with drool dribbled off her lips to streak her belly with white, accenting the little bulge that grew there as her tummy filled and rounded from the weight of all the sperm she'd guzzled down. Her cunt was dripping wet and tingling. Leara sometimes orgasmed just from the taste of a man's seed in her mouth; she was so agonizingly horny now that she came every time something brushed against her clitoris. The orcs were each fingering her once for luck as they left the deposits in her belly, and she was in a constant haze of cum-fueled climaxes.

Sark watched and grinned as she took each cock, as he heard sperm splash into cups and money dropping into Denn's coin mug. As things quieted down, he picked up a huge pitcher, meant for serving beer to a whole crowd. By the time he'd circulated among the tables with it, emptying cups of jizz, it was so full that its creamy contents were dribbling over the brim – easily two full gallons of the hot, white seed. He suspected that Leara's intense craving for sperm wasn't entirely natural, and this would certainly put that theory to the test.

She was lying on the floor, gasping for breath, as he approached, his boots loud on the wooden floor. Her eyes were nearly glued shut with orc semen, but she was able to focus on him, and the mewing, needy sound she made told him she wanted it.

When he tilted the pitcher down so she could set her lips to the spout, a good pint sloshed out to splash all over her already-cummy body. She shook as she came, her semen-sticky fingers buried between her legs.

Leara reached her neck up and opened her mouth, and Sark started to pour.

The jizz filled her mouth in seconds, bulging her cheeks, streaming down her ecstatic face. She couldn't swallow fast enough, try as she might; her throat worked constantly, cup after cup rolling salty-sweet down her esophagus into her belly, pints of orcish cream filling her up.

Her tummy bulged obscenely as the first gallon disappeared. There was no way a human woman could take that much, it was impossible, but Leara was doing it. And she was still gulping it down! The sound of her slurping, her greedy swallows filled the tavern as Sark tilted the pitcher further.

At last, she had her fill, and when her fingers fluttered weakly at him, he lifted the pitcher and let the last few cups of semen drop right on top of her head. It splashed in her hair, made a mask of sticky whiteness all over her pretty face, and she slumped back, completely satisfied, completely finished.

Sark rolled his sleeves up and went back to the bar, where Denn was frantically trying to meet all the drink orders he was getting – throat-fucking a catgirl is thirsty work. The burly orc left his pet on the floor for now – she was nice to look at, totally wrecked and covered head-to-toe in cum. It was even coating her tail, and one of her pretty ears was totally stopped up with sperm.

He grabbed a drink for himself, a glass of the rough brandy orcs love, and threw back his head as he swallowed. "Denn, I think we're going to need some bar wenches, eh?" he mused, looking at the huge mound of coins they'd amassed.

Thinking, he tapped his fingers on the bar. "I wonder just how much she can drink?" he said aloud. "I think I'll start her off on a stallion tomorrow night." The boys would pay well to see that, he knew.

It looked like good times were here again.

The End

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