The Clan Wars Pt. 15

"Oh yeah?" said Mila, eyebrows raised.

"Um. Yeah," mumbled the elf, a rosy flush creeping across her pale cheeks. "If you, uh, have an itch to scratch, I'm, uh, sure Gomp would be, uh, willing to help you out. He, um, may have mentioned something about that the other night."

"Oh really?" said Mila. Not nearly as shy when it came to satisfying her cravings, Mila couldn't help but chuckle at the elf's awkward speech. "Gotta admit, I am a bit curious to feel what some imp dick would feel like when I'm not enslaved by some crazy magic. But what about you? I couldn't possibly hog all the fun."

"Well, I could just, uh, amuse myself, or something..." stammered Dayna, casting a furtive glance at Alagar that the orc couldn't help but notice.

"Ha!" chortled the greenskin. "Well, you'll have to ask him nicely, but are you sure? He's a pretty big customer, if you know what I mean."

Dayna thought of the menagerie of manhoods she had taken in the past few weeks. "I'm sure I can manage," she countered, with returning confidence.

As the mage murmured the incantation to release Gomp from his confines, Mila turned to face the hulking warg. "So, whaddaya think, big boy? You up for taking our curious friend for a ride?"

The black furred beast huffed haughtily at the orc's prodding tone and padded over to where Dayna was finishing her spell. As Gomp sauntered out of the dimensional gate, the big wolf stuck his broad muzzle between Dayna's legs from behind and sniffed deeply. Mila chuckled loudly once more as Dayna gasped at the contact. "That's a 'sure, why not' from Alagar," said the orc from behind her wide smile.

Gomp's jaw dropped open as he watched the two women strip off their clothes. "Aw shit yeah! Two at once!" exclaimed the small demon.

"Not quite," interjected Mila, "You up for the task of pleasing me?"

"Duh, of course," quipped the imp. "I'll have you moaning in no time, you great big goblin. But what about yo..." Gomp's words trailed off as he turned to see Dayna kneeling beside Alagar, her hand cupping the warg's heavy, furred balls as his immense cock slid from its sheath.

"What?" snapped Dayna, staring back at her familiar. "A lady can't be a little adventurous once in awhile?"

Gomp's face split into a broad smile. "Fuck yeah, boss!"

"Alright, imp," interrupted Mila, now disrobed, "leave her alone and get over here and fuck me."

The muscled greenskin then dropped down to her hands and knees and presented her ample buttocks to the horny demon. Dayna caressed Alagar's weighty shaft, watching fascinated as it and the knot at its base swelled with arousal to monumental proportions as her randy familiar tore his gaze away from his master and slapped his behemoth tool between Mila's round, green asscheeks. With a gleeful chortle, the red-skinned creature grabbed the bountiful arse before him, a cheek in each clawed hand, and smushed them together to engulf his swollen cock before beginning to thrust with obvious relish.

With an excited flutter growing in her stomach, Dayna shifted her position to mimic Mila's, presenting her dripping cunny to the warg. As she braced herself for what was to come, she felt Alagar's slobbery tongue snake between her thighs and slurp upwards between her asscheeks, covering her cunny and asshole with a sheen of sloppy saliva. She gasped loudly at the strange sensation and looked over her shoulder at the warg as he continued to probe her nethers with his amazingly long, wet tongue. Just as she felt she could take no more of the massive creature's oral ministrations, she felt a sudden coolness on her pussy lips as the warg ceased lapping at her cunt and moved his hulking form above her, the fur of his chest brushing against her back. With a voice made low and hoarse with lust, the elf moaned as the black furred beast positioned himself over her and his slick, hot, pointed phallus prodded at the folds of her cunt. The massive shaft steadily oozed pre-cum that unnecessarily lubricated the mage's already sopping cunt. The skin of Dayna's back beaded with sweat at the touch of the warg's immense cock and another lusty moan escaped her lips as she felt Alagar hunch forward over her and push the huge tool into her.

Mila watched hungrily as Alagar mounted the petite elf. "Pretty awesome, isn't it?" said the orc as the elf's eyes crossed in exquisite pleasure.

"That's fucking hot," agreed Gomp, sneakily taking the opportunity to push his own throbbing glans against the Mila's sphincter.

"Woah there, boyo!" exclaimed the greenskin warrior, even as Gomp's copious pre-cum allowed his bulbous cock-head to pop past her wrinkled ring of muscle.

With utterly false contriteness, Gomp mumbled an apology. "Uh, sorry big girl. I was a bit distracted and seem to have missed. Want me to pull out?"

Mila sighed. Goblin, orc or imp, it seemed all the boys wanted to fuck her ass. In desperate need of a good dicking, the orc shrugged resignedly. "Fine, you little wanker," she grunted. "I guess I owe you one for helping break that spell anyhow - but you better make me cum!"

Truth be told, the orc wasn't really worried about her orgasm escaping her - she loved a good ass-fucking and the hot, tight sensation of the imp's veiny shaft sliding slowly into her anal passage already had her on edge, her cunt drooling fem-lube in sympathy. Small, clawed fingers digging into the voluminous buttcheeks in front of him, Gomp, began to pump his cock in and out of Mila's grasping anus, steadily picking up speed until his pelvis slapped noisily against her and her skin rippled and quivered with the eager impacts.

Across from the ass-fucking couple, Dayna picked herself up from her elbows, raising herself until her back pressed against Alagar's broad chest and her sweat matted the warg's black fur. She could feel the intelligent canine's swollen knot pressing against her cunt-lips and her nostrils filled with his musky scent - the combined sensations pushing her carnal desires into overdrive. The beast's engorged member was slightly larger than Gomp's own behemoth tool, but, thanks to Habernalle's magic, her body easily adapted to the tumescent intruder such that she felt no discomfort but rather exquisitely stuffed full of cock. "Go on, boy, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

With an amiable growl, Alagar acquiesced and began rhythmically flexing his haunches, his large knot butting against the elf's cunt with a wet, squelching noise at the apex of each thrust. The elven mage was rather petite compared to his usual partner, but the warg was pleased to discover, as his thrusts increased in pace, that she seemed willing and able to rut with intensity on par with Mila's. Soon, he felt the eager mage pushing back against his pumping organ, their pace matching that of Gomp and Mila's fevered sodomy, and the air of the campsite filled with the wet slaps and lusty grunts and moans of the frantically copulating couples.

Dayna couldn't believe how fantastic it felt to be mounted and bred by the hulking warg and it didn't take long for her first orgasm to course through her, boiling up from her stuffed cunny to traipse along her spine and leave tingling trails across her scalp. Her cunt flexed, clenching and relaxing rhythmically around the tremendous warg-cock encased within it - an exquisite sensation that suddenly tripled in intensity when she felt the beast's engorged knot suddenly pop past her pussy-lips. Her eyes shot open, and when she felt a sudden, hot pulse of gooey liquid pump into her, she couldn't help but gasp in exquisite pleasure. "Ohhh fffuuuccckkk! He's cummmiiinnnggg!" she groaned.

Mila looked up at her climaxing friend. Gomp's steady pounding of her ass had already coaxed a number of small orgasms from her hungry cunt, and the orc had been lulled into a coital daze as the imp made lusty use of her welcoming anus. Mistaking her friend's groans as a complaint about the warg's apparent lack of endurance, she tried to reassure her comrade; "Oh, don't worry girlfriend - once he's started cumming, the old boy won't stop until you're nice and full!"

"I -ungh- wasn't -ahhh- complaining!" shuddered Dayna. The warg's cock was pumping an unceasing torrent of sloppy jism into her thoroughly stuffed quim and each pulsing spurt drew out the elf's orgasm until she felt as if she was riding an out of control boat of ecstasy in a stormy sea of pleasure. Her arms and legs shook beneath her until they gave way and she collapsed against the ground, only for her ass to be held aloft by the knotted jizz-hose plugging her cunny. Tail wagging with pleasure, Alagar lowered himself down atop the now supine mage, even as his balls continued unloading their prodigious payload into his mate's welcoming cunt. Almost, but not quite, crushed beneath the furry bulk of the ejaculating beast, Dayna twitched, shuddered and spasmed in absolute pleasure as her cunt was filled and then overfilled - spurts of warg cum oozing out past the knot stretching her cunt-lips to seep onto the ground.

For his part, Gomp continued his mechanical assault on Mila's arse, his balls swinging with each pistoning thrust of his cock to slap wetly against the orc's achingly empty, grasping pussy. As he watched his mistress pinioned beneath the bulk of the massive warg, roiling in the ecstasy of a ridiculous climax, his own orgasm worked its way up his shaft until, with a grunt of relief, his overstimulated schlong exploded in the tight confines of the greenskin's anal passage. The powerful spurts of achingly hot imp cum blasting into her bowels nursed one final momentous orgasm out of the well fucked orc and the sinews on Mila's neck strained as she bit her bottom lip and clenched her ass around the cock ensconced within it while she rode out the pleasurable sensation.

The weary foursome remained still for some time, each panting heavily in post-coital bliss. Mila had mirrored Dayna in collapsing to the ground and Gomp lay atop her, his cock growing soft slowly in the sticky warm confines of the orc's ass, while Dayna lay under Alagar's furred bulk, eyes closed, as the warg's throbbing jets of cum slowly grew weaker. The imp was the first to pull out and watched, grinning, as his shaft popped free of Mila's arse, a thin rope of pearly white cum connecting his deflated but still hefty cock to the warrior's gaping anus.

"Damn, she's totally out for the count," said the imp, looking over at his comatose mistress.

Mila picked herself up off the ground and stretched, feeling a steady trickle of imp ejaculate ooze from her well-used asshole as she did so. "No shit," she remarked, glancing at Dayna and her warg. "You really fucked her to sleep, Alagar."

Alagar growled disapprovingly at his comrade's crass comments and shifted his bulk gently atop the slumbering mage, making sure she was comfortable in her repose as his knot slowly deflated in her cunt before laying his head down beside the elf's and closing his eyes purposefully.

Mila caught the disparaging tone. "Alright, alright, sorry," she soothed. "I'll take first watch and let you two lovebirds snooze."

The next day dawned hazy and humid, the threat of rain hanging heavily in the jungle air. Dayna was up early and ravenously hungry and by the time Mila and Gomp were awake she was leaning against Alagar's flank while tearing into a loaf of bread.

"Looks like a shitty day," said Mila as she got to her feet and yawned.

Dayna smiled at her new friend and wolfed down the last of her chunk of bread. "You've, uh, got something on your chin," she said, scratching with one finger a spot on her own chin to indicate to the orc where a glob of pearly white, viscous liquid clung.

Mila scooped the intruder off her chin with a thumb and quickly licked it clean. "Oh, huh, yeah," she replied. "Gomp and I went for round two after I finished first watch. The little guy's insatiable."

Dayna watched the orc yawn once more. "Same goes for you, it seems. You going to be ok for the ride today?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry about me. An experienced campaigner like me can sleep in the saddle," said Mila with a tired grin.

The rain remained merely a threat throughout the morning, giving way to a clear, hot afternoon, by the close of which the small party could see the jungle thinning to reveal the looming shapes of the Shrouded Mountains ahead of them, growing larger with each passing mile. By the time the sun dipped below the peaks of the mountains, casting the scenery in shades of grey and blue, the trio emerged from the jungle to be greeted by the deep gorge and the stone bridge that marked the transition out of the eastern reaches and into the mountains proper.

Although it was far below them, the roar of the river was still quite loud. The air had cooled significantly and the leaves of the trees behind them danced and waved in a strong breeze. At the far end of the bridge a figure clad in black leaned against the stone rampart. Even Dayna could easily recognize the lean figure of the thief, Pointer.

"I suppose we should see what he wants," said Mila as she dismounted.

"Do you think we can trust him?" asked Dayna, following suit and unlimbering her staff from the leather thong she used to sling it across her back.

"Experience would say no, but, for some reason, my gut says yes," said Mila.

Leaving Alagar at the foot of the bridge, the elf and the orc walked towards the thief. Mila's hand rested warily on the pommel of her weapon, but the orc showed no other sign of trepidation as she strode across the weathered stones. Dayna, for her part, harnessed her internal reserves of energy and gripped her staff a little tighter. As the two approached, Pointer began walking towards them, stopping only when a good ten yards separated the cautious travellers. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached down to his waist and unbuckled his sword belt. The elven thief gripped his sheathed estoc and held it above his head in plain sight before tossing it to the ground between them.

"I'm sure he's got more weapons than that," murmured Dayna as she watched the gesture.

"Oh, most definitely," agreed Mila, "but I think he's making a statement more than anything."

The orc walked over to the discarded weapon and stopped to pick it up before continuing towards the black clad elf. Dayna, a few paces behind her, watched as Pointer unslung his slate and wrote something upon it. The words became clear once the two women came to stand before the pale elf.

I am sorry.

"Not good enough, Pointer," said Mila. "You and that bitch almost got me killed."

Pointer wiped the surface of the slate clean and wrote once more: She betrayed me too. I seek vengeance.

"This is true," agreed the orc, "but how do we know if we can trust you?"

You don't, but I hope you will. My blade is yours. V'esuthil marre.

"Vee-soo-theel ma-ree? What does that mean?" said Mila, confused. Pointer's eyes flicked from the orc's face to Dayna's.

"It's pronounced 'Veh-soo-thil mahr'. It's hard to explain," said Dayna, struggling to find the right words. "He's apologizing, but he's also saying he owes you a debt - that he betrayed you, but without intent, and will do whatever he can to make it up to you."

"You guys say all that in two words?" said Mila incredulously.

"It's a very serious thing," explained Dayna. "He'd be a real asshole if he was just tossing it out without meaning it."

"Well, I'm pretty sure he is a real asshole, but we probably do need the help," said Mila. "What do you think, Dayna? Should we trust the bastard? He knew we were coming this way. I've seen how quiet he moves; if he wanted to kill us he wouldn't have been waiting out in the open like this."

"I think you're right," replied the mage. " And I have a feeling we'll need all the help we can get."

"Alright, Pointer," said the orc, facing him once more. "You can come with us, but try any sneaky shit and I'll have Alagar eat your face."

The corner of Pointer's mouth turned up in a wry, lopsided grin at the greenskin's blunt words. With a small sigh and a shrug, Mila handed the thief's estoc back and watched as the elf accepted it with an elegant bow before she turned to beckon Alagar to join them once more.