Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 10

Her pace gradually increased. From carefully bringing herself up and slowly pushing down again, the rhythm grew more desperate, the crash of her hips back against him becoming harder and more punishing, faster and rougher. Quickly, the sounds grew louder, the slap of her flesh against his, the wet whack of her slit on his tensing balls, the low groans from both participants morphing into desirous squeals and harsh growls. Deiara was now bouncing atop his cock, the cadence of her self-impalement resulting in quite the lovely effect on her ampleness. Her breasts jiggled delightfully, Baltar having moved his hand back to her other hip, allowing the two globes full freedom of movement, the round orbs juddering each time the handmaiden lifted herself up off him and then skewered herself on the downward thrust. The princess moaned loudly at the sight, her fingers moving faster still in her drenched channel, streams of her liquid arousal now dripping off her to puddle onto the floor. Deiara was still looking over her shoulder at the attendant, his eyes cast downwards, fixed at where his thickness forced her anus to stretch. A giggle came out from her at the look across his face.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked teasingly.

He grunted, eyes flicking up to her, lips drawn back to reveal his teeth in a snarl.

In response to his non-answer, she growled playfully, nuzzling back against him, still setting a demanding pace.

And then Deiara squealed as he thrust upwards to meet her next downward momentum. His hands tightened on her hips, and he began to fuck, driving powerfully into her debauched asshole. To her credit, she did not relent on her part, still maintaining that same pattern, not stopping despite the addition of his efforts.

Even when a climax swept over her, she kept impaling herself on him, squealing shamelessly all the while. The princess leaned forward, cooing at the sight of those orgasmic juices streaming forth. Several trickles ran down Deiara's taint to slick those cum-laden balls. Once again, the instinct arose, to lean forward and suck them into her mouth, to taste the strong musk complemented by the delicate tang of those fluids.

Her whorish desire won out, but was still tempered by her submissiveness.

"Can I suck your balls?" she mewled to the attendant.

There was no answer from him.

"She asked you a question," Deiara managed to groan.

"What?" the attendant grunted.

"She asked if she could suck your balls."

He glanced at Gwennalyn over Deiara's shoulder, and then looked back to the handmaiden.

"Yeah, if she wants to."

The princess waited.

"She wants your permission."

The attendant sighed.

"The brothers are gone, princess. You can do what you want."

She pouted, shaking her head wordlessly.

"Just answer her question," Deiara groaned, "can she suck your balls or not?"

Baltar leveled a gaze at the kneeling princess, as if deciding.

"Go ahead," he finally grunted.

She squealed happily, practically throwing herself forward, her mouth opening wide to suck his balls in between them. His growled curse made the handmaiden giggle, her hand coming down to stroke affectionately at Gwennalyn's hair. The princess felt the touch, but was distracted by the flavors swarming her taste buds, her tongue dancing on the sacks as her mouth sucked at them. An orgasm quickly overwhelmed her, ecstasy finding her on her knees with her face thrust just underneath her handmaiden's skewered asshole and still-dripping quim. It was difficult to stay latched onto those testicles, as neither him nor the handmaiden had slowed, but she was persistent and eager, her head juddered up and down by the constant motion.

"Are the brothers to blame or is she just like this?" the attendant asked Deiara.

"They helped, but they're not entirely to blame."

"Are you also to blame?"

"I'm innocent."

His reaction was a dry chuckle.

The princess glanced up at them.

For once, both the attendant and the handmaiden were watching her, their attention making her quiver. Deiara was amused, her hand still petting those blonde locks, while Baltar held a neutral expression, occasionally growling or baring his teeth as she slobbered enthusiastically all over his balls.

The added stimulation did him in quickly, no matter how well he managed to hide that fact. His thrusts grew more desperate, driving recklessly up into Deiara, whose eager moans spiked higher as she kept up her own pace.

Gwennalyn watched, still sucking at those balls, feeling them tense in her mouth as a creamy load burbled forth. A few moments later, the handmaiden cried out, and the attendant snarled, the princess adding a muffled mewl to the aural cacophony, each twitch of those testicles presaging another spurt of semen. Through his orgasm, her ardor did not diminish, her mouth loudly slurping at those sacks, drool running down her chin from the effort. Soon, white trickles appeared from Deiara's stretched asshole, still skewered by that formidable girth. Despite the alluring sight, and their continued path down along the balls being adored by her oral talents, the princess refused to budge from her position.

It was not until the duo themselves moved that she was forced to detach her mouth. She sat back on her knees, whimpering at the sudden lack of that taste, of that feeling of those heavy sacks sitting on her tongue.

And then Baltar stepped up in front of her.

"Clean me off."

Her response was a delighted purr. Eagerly, she dove forward, licking and slurping along that thickness, stained here and there with leftover strands of semen. A burst of flavor was also there, from Deiara's insides, smeared tip to base. Her hand had not moved from its spot between her legs, now four fingers pressed together and shoved through her drenched slit.

The princess lapped up and down his cock, leaving the green member gleaming with her spit. Her free hand closed around the base; changing tack, she dragged her lips up to the head, and drove downwards, letting inch after inch slide over her tongue. The thickness shoved into her throat steadily, the feeling of such invading meat sending shivers down her spine.

Baltar groaned hoarsely, glancing down at her. The attention made her moan, sucking on the length as it occupied more of her gullet, the taste of Deiara by now gone, replaced by his natural musk and the shine of her saliva.

Another orgasm washed over her as she serviced him happily. Her throat worked around him, leaving her gagging softly, the hand at his base moving now as her lips replaced them. She began to stroke at her breasts, finding her nipples achingly hard. Drool began to collect at the corners of her mouth, running down to stream down her chin and along his balls, the hand at her breasts moving quickly to collect some of that fluid flow, smearing her palm along it, only to then move back to her chest to daub it over the pale swells.

It was then that she realized that she had become too caught up in her indulgence. The task set to her had been accomplished.

I cleaned him off. That's all I need to do.

Her lips slid back off his cock, a light pink ring clasping to dark green flesh on the retreat.

She glanced up at him, mewling softly, movement to her right making her turn.

The handmaiden smirked at them, hands on her hips.

"Let's go into the bedroom."

Gwennalyn stood on shaky legs, her fingers leaving her quim, and followed the attendant and handmaiden into the larger bedroom.

The latter had already bounded onto the spacious bed, stretching out eagerly on her back, her hands sliding down her belly to stroke at her mound.

The former pounced, arranging himself between her thighs. His hands gripped at her legs, using that hold to bring them to his chest, the handmaiden watching as his meat lined up to her slit. Gwennalyn clambered up next to them, watching the thickness disappear into her.

Not deigning to wait, Baltar began to thrust into her. The handmaiden cooed, one hand on his chest, fingers splayed on the muscles. Her other hand gripped at the bedsheets.

The attention was off Gwennalyn again, and yet again, she did not care.

Her fingers returned to her cunt, sliding into the channel, the slick walls gripping with neediness.

The grunts and groans came from the couple in droves, their flesh smacking together loudly, his cock driving relentlessly into her soaked sex. The view was perfect, the generosity of Deiara's form laid out against the chiseled muscles of the rutting attendant. Her breasts bounced to the beat, heavy and soft, sweat shining there.

Those wanton eyes met Gwennalyn's.

"Come here, princess," Deiara purred.

She shimmied closer, leaning forward, the handmaiden reaching out to bring her into a heated kiss. Even with the constant juddering from Baltar's thrusts, their mouths remained locked together. Deiara's teasing tongue slid along hers, wet and warm, the lightly sweet taste of her handmaiden's mouth familiar.

The kiss was broken as Deiara reached another climax. The thrusts did not stop, the thick cock stirring up her juices through her ecstasy. Her loud moans were lewd and husky, right next to Gwennalyn's ear. Cooing eagerly, feeling the handmaiden shuddering, she dragged her mouth down her neck, sucking softly at the light brown flesh. While one of her hands continued to masturbate, the other moved to Deiara's breasts, preempting the same attention from her mouth. In only moments, her fingers stroked at one while her lips suckled at the other.

Busying herself with that heavy bust, her mouth and hand ran all over the expanse, teasing the fat nipples, rubbing at the sensitive areola, caressing the broad slopes. The handmaiden barely paid her attention, sometimes sighing from a particular moment of stimulation, but largely focused on the attendant. Gwennalyn glanced up to him; his eyes were fixed on Deiara as usual, watching her reactions, the way she smirked lazily up at him, her hips starting to move against his, not as forceful but with rhythmic motions.

Her fingers worked steadily in her cunt, her hands and thighs soaked with her own ambrosia. With her lips locked around a hard nipple, she sucked and slurped, drawing purrs from the handmaiden. Another climax washed over Deiara, the energetic thrusts skewering her drooling quim, little splatters of bodily fluids spraying out over her belly with each pump of the attendant's member. At the same time, spurred on by the secondhand ecstasy, Gwennalyn herself moaned out an orgasm, resting her head now against the heaving bust.

The bed shifted as Baltar leaned forward, pushing Deiara's legs against her chest, displacing the princess. His hips swung forward mercilessly, driving his straining prick into that debauched cunt. The princess watched as his muscles rippled, his hoarse grunts louder now, the handmaiden gazing up at him with a rapturous expression across her face.

His thrusts picked up, reaching a rough pace, making Deiara cry out with another orgasm.

And then he pulled out, a mist of fluids dappling her thighs and mound.

Just as quickly, he moved up to her breasts, sliding his gleaming thickness into the cleft between them. The handmaiden pushed the heavy orbs together, letting the soft flesh squish together to smother his cock. A low growl tumbled from his lips, his teeth bared at the feeling, his hips moving slowly. Mewling excitedly at the lewd sight, Gwennalyn moved closer, watching the green shaft disappear and reappear into and out from those light brown slopes. Helped by the constant stream of pre-cum, the passage grew faster and sloppier, her skin soon shining with the collected fluids.

Deiara was content to take the treatment. Her hands kept her breasts pushed together firmly, his cock pushing up through them, the apex of each thrust bringing the head near her chin. Even as he kept the entirety of his weight off her, the rest of his bulk pinned her down to the bed. He reached down, squeezing at her breasts, the lion's share of the sensations now focused there.

As more pre-cum came forth, dappling her chest, he fucked harder at her cleavage, his slick meat rubbing along her flesh. She groaned and squirmed, eyes moving back and forth between his face and his cock. Strands of fluid splattered all over from his insistent thrusts, trickling down her belly, streaming down her collarbone, gleaming on her craned neck. His growls grew louder and rougher, his hands squeezing tighter at her breasts, his hips snapping back and forth as he rutted into the valley between them, their lush flesh pressed tightly to the throbbing thickness from both sides.

The exquisite sensations proved to be his undoing. Throwing his head back in a savage snarl, he slid himself from her cleavage, and quickly began to stroke along the length, aiming directly at the twin orbs. Deiara kept them pressed together to give him the perfect target.

With a grunt, he came, dumping his load out over her breasts. Spurt after spurt of gooey semen splattered onto her flesh, each blast making her squeal happily, licking her lips as splotches of white began to cover the light brown. The princess was wide-eyed at the sight, her mouth watering at the delectable combination before her, creamy cum atop those lovely breasts, clinging to those fat nipples, sticky and sweet.

For the last few bursts, he pressed his cock to her stomach, the remaining amount of his load dribbling down to pool in her lap.

Deiara smirked at the attendant, her hand dipping into the mess. Dredging up one large mouthful, the strands forming slimy lines between each finger, her eyes fixed on him as she brought the prize to her mouth. Her tongue peeked out to meet it, dragging languidly along each digit until they were cleaned, the handmaiden then swallowing with a satisfied glee.

After another mouthful, she turned to Gwennalyn.

"Come help clean me off," came the purr.

The princess pounced, quickly diving into the thick puddle of semen, licking eagerly. Gulp after gulp filled her belly more. The flesh underneath her hungry tongue rose and fell to Deiara's breathing. Strands of fluid clung to her lips, slicking them with white.

"Don't be greedy," Deiara chided playfully.

Gwennalyn giggled, leaning forward to kiss her handmaiden, sharing the sticky seed.

Together, they cleaned Baltar's load off her bosom, alternating between the princess lapping it up and the handmaiden sliding her fingers through the puddle to dredge up more. Their mouths clashed often, passing a tongue or several finger's worth of semen back and forth. The musky bitterness clung to her taste buds, the strength of that flavor mitigated by the sweat on Deiara's skin, the mixture a natural complement.

The two women, with their carnal cravings, quickly made that spurted load disappear. Once it had all been cleaned, Gwennalyn still stayed at those breasts, kissing and nipping happily. Both hands now busied themselves there as well, paying much attention to the glorious swells of flesh.

The bed shifted behind her.

She turned to see Baltar brandishing his cock, having risen back to full erectness during their whorish indulgence.

"Fuck her now," Deiara purred, directing the attendant to the princess.

He moved quickly.

But Gwennalyn shook her head.

I know my place in this.

"No," she said, flinching backwards.

"You don't want him to fuck you?" Deiara asked, one eyebrow raised quizzically.

"No," she mewled, "just let me watch you two, please. Just let me watch."

He rolled his eyes; the handmaiden shrugged.

"Very well then, princess. Come and fuck me again, Baltar."

It was the orc's turn to shrug.

Gwennalyn watched as he laid down, Deiara scurrying atop him, lining her slit up to his prick. With a smooth downward motion, the latter was fully buried into the former. Baltar groaned, his hands moving to her hips, squeezing there as she began to ride him, the duo picking up right where they had left off.

The rest of the night continued much in the same vein.

Deiara and Baltar fucked several more times. The energetic desires of the handmaiden were matched by the attendant's stoic stamina. Despite his drily sardonic remarks regarding her libido, his manhood never flagged.

Relegation to the audience provided quite the bevy of sights for the princess. Her fingers occupied her quim, working eagerly, driving her through several peaks, moans and sighs loosed in harmony with her handmaiden. Even the several loads trickling from those well-fucked nethers could not budge her from the self-imposed and self-inflicted sexual exile.

Finally, the duo settled into relaxation. The handmaiden purred in satisfaction, her dark hair fanned out against Baltar's broad chest as she lay against him. In minutes, her purrs became light snores. Gwennalyn watched as the attendant extricated himself from her grip, sliding off the bed, padding out into the main room.

The day's event had begun to catch up to her, the lids of her eyes drooping.

As she slithered up next to her handmaiden, nuzzling into that familiar warmth, she found great excitement for what tomorrow and beyond might hold, the promise, potential, and possibilities of her time to be spent here with the orcs. In her last moments of wakefulness, fantasies filled her mind, scenarios and situations that might happen to her, the lewder the better.

But now I can make those fantasies reality.