The Tale of Athlynna

The punishment of Slurper extended to made her the sole responsible for cleaning and recollecting the horse manure from the stables and then applying a special Gylnean chemical process to turn it into an adequate fertilizer for the fields. For days afterwards she still could not walk but in a slow, clumsy and painful fashion and could only seat or lean down with great difficulty, one weakness that turned her into the object of much ridicule from the matriarch and the most mischievous of our fellow slaves as well.

About the other slaves, Tender-Cunt became our mentor of sorts. We found out she was well-liked by most of the girls in the seraglio for her kind, gentle and compassionate nature and we very soon naturally followed the same trend. She began teaching us Gylnean, starting with the vocabulary most needed by a slave: “Bow down!”, “Come here!”, “chain”, “Clean this!”, “Lick it!”, etc. Thanks to her we were able to perform our chores more efficiently, allowing us to dodge more excuses of the vicious crone to attack us. We were now also able to communicate with other slaves in a way that while crude was still more fruitful that just mime.

It turned out there was a sort of conspiracy taking place in the seraglio involving the human girls in particular. The Master had a son of which we had not heard until that moment. He was not particularly proud of him and was having thoughts about fathering another one. Since his official spouse was rumored to be dead and he was quite often having sex with his slaves there was an opportunity for a human slave to become the mother of his second son, an eventuality that would immediately change the status of the fortunate since a heir born from a slave would not be easily accepted as the heir to a Gylnean warlord. Therefore, everybody thought, it would follow that the pregnant mother would have to be emancipated for the child to be accepted as a valid heir. Ginger happened to be the mastermind behind this scheme, thus explaining her ever readiness to sexually please Master whenever possible, even without having been ordered to do so. However, she had a grand rival in the seraglio to match her in sexual prowess and manipulation skills: Soft-Tongue. A devastatingly beautiful girl with long dark hair and candid amber-colored irises whose gentle features, small nose and slanted eyes showed her as coming from a far away, very ancient human empire in the East that I remembered from my studies in geography. Most of the non-human slaves had taken a side, either following Ginger or Soft-Tongue in search for the favor of the potential future queen, with the notable exception of Tender-Cunt. We all initially tried as much as possible not to get involved. However, since our sleeping spot was right next to that of Doggy, Curly-Pussy and Ginger herself, we found ourselves inevitably associated with their encampment by all the other slaves. Besides, Tits soon became close friends with Curly-Pussy. It turned out that she had been the daughter of a renowned artisan in her homeland before being captured and sold out by slave raiders, so they both shared many common interests.

Both Master and his son were already in that room, waiting for us. The contrast between the two could not had been greater and we soon understood that those rumors about the disappointment of the Gylnean warlord about his son were true. Whereas Master was a formidable and scarred mass of muscle, obviously crafted by a lifetime of vicious battle, his son was short, bland and quite fat, crafted by a lifetime of idleness. As tyrannical as Master was and as much as we resented him, at least it had to be said that he was a great warrior and competent leader. His son, nonetheless, seemed to barely have lifted a sword in his whole existence and, as the enormous amount of erotic and leisure items adorning his quarters implied, spent most of his time not in study nor training but in infinite procrastination and hedonistic pursuits. Both men were so dissimilar that have not been or their close facial features, similar clothing and sporting the same long braid, thin mustache and long pointed beard they would have seem to hold nothing in common at all. One would have never guessed that the son of a hardened Gylnean warlord would turn out to be like this.

He was quick to let his tunic and skirt fall to the ground, exposing all his Rubenesque nudity to us. After promptly getting back to his mattress he cheerfully patted with both hands to each side of his body on the surface to indicate us where to lay with him and we complied. He then surrounded both our hips with each respective arm and dag his face straight within my breasts, which he proceeded to suckle with ferocity, wetting them all throughout with warm saliva and a tongue more proper of an ox than a man. That lascivious tongue went on to circle my nipples and taste the underside of my boobs several times before the heir turned his head to Cum-Drinker and went on to do the same to her. Meanwhile, possibly thinking about ways to make our whole ordeal shorter, I grabbed his dick with my hand and started to caress it. Like that of his father, it was meaty, veiny and big but also showed a odd curvature to the underside and the glans seemed a bit twisted from its main axis. His paunch was a protruding mass of flesh that made my operation more difficult and all his body emitted the acrid reek of somebody who has not taken a bath in a while. With the hopes of speeding up the process, I flickered with my thumb at the frenulum.

When he had enough of the ample breasts of Cum-Drinker, the heir took both our heads and pushed them straight down to his erect and oddly curved gender. Naturally, we extended our tongues and began to lick it all throughout its length at the same time, first both in unison at each respective side for several goes and then halfly phased, so when Cum-Drinker was licking his glans I was licking the base and so on. That went on for a couple of minutes after we put our lips in the glans and embraced it within both our pairs of lips. The taste was both salty and as acrid as his personal odor. We so slowly descended the shaft, the palpitating organ within our interrupted kiss. As we reach the base we ascended back again.

The heir then grabbed my dark green hair with one hand, pulled me back a couple of centimeters away from his dick, took it with the other hand and put his organ whole into my mouth. Immediately taking the instruction in, I began sucking his dick methodically, trying to distract my mind from the pungent taste and the warmth flesh filling my mouth entirely. Cum-Drinker was meanwhile instructed to lick his coarsely skinned testicles and she then meekly proceeded. While I was fellating him and my compatriot was wetting his scrotum with her tongue, the heir would whisper sentences in Gylnean to us. Now I know they meant stuff like “That's it, half-elves. Suck it. You were princesses once but now you are just my fucktoys. You now know what my dick tastes like and you will never forget it. Enjoy”.

I sucked with energy, pressing my lips calculatedly against his shaft with the intent to make him cum faster. The hand over my head would alternate between holding my head in place or passionately fondle either my ass or one of my breasts through my armpit. At some point, he pushed my head further down, making the penis go throughout my mouth cavity right into my throat and held it in place for what seemed like an eternity. He also pressed the face of Cum-Drinker against the mass of his testicles and similarly kept it there for a while. With all that mass in my throat I honestly ignore how I was able to fight back the gag reflex. When he finally pulled me by the hair and took his penis out of my mouth I took a deep breath instinctively and started coughing, strands of fluid hanging out from my lips.

He then got up from the cushion and ordered us to lie on it. However, he insisted that Cum-Drinker would lie on her back while I had to lie on top of her, our legs spread out as far as possible. As I complied we soon figured out why he had positioned us such way. His strangely curved and palpitating organ penetrated my vagina and mounted me for quite a couple of thrusts before taking it out and doing the same to Cum-Drinker beneath me. Feeling him inside my most intimate flesh was odd and ignoble, as his organ went on sliding in and out. He went on therefore, penetrating one of us for a couple of minutes and then the other, alternating. His coarse, pathetic panting filled the room altogether with the rhythmic slapping of his hips and underside of paunch against our buttocks. In spite of all his lack of attractiveness and utter unpleasantness, I got to say in his favor that he had at the very least inherited the sexual energy of his father. He would season his double penetration of us with niceties such as: “Right, all the way down. Feel it. Feel all it inside of you”. He would sometimes also let his dick slide outside of our vaginas, between our two pressing clitoral hoods and mounts of Venus, something that I enjoyed much more that I am willing to admit even to this day.

I, scholar of the now gone Opal Sanctum, had come to this: having my flesh enjoyed that lustful way by the decadent and barely literate son of a foreign warlord. I saw that same thought reflected in the pious saffron-colored eyes of Cum-Drinker under me and I caressed her chick to give her some comfort. I discovered that I did not mind at the feel of her stunning body, including her gorgeous breasts, against mine.

After taking his good time to enjoy all this, the curved dick suddenly disappeared from between our vaginas and was substituted by that broad, warm, ox tongue that went all throughout to thoroughly taste both our velvet folds, openings, clits and skin between our buttocks, up to my anus and then down to the anus of my compatriot. I would say it felt like being licked so by a cow. Hatefully, I found myself holding back moans of pleasure automatically created by my body as my exposed and tasted intimacy started to respond in blind fashion. Just before I could reach an unexpected climax, but not before he had grown satiated by our taste, the heir ordered us to kneel down before him. Side by side, as we adopted our new position we also extended out our tongues, anticipating what was coming. However, instead of the cock in front of our faces, he ordered us to lick that rounded and protruding belly of his first. As disgusting as this might sound, it was nothing compared to sucking his penis or balls and at least the skin seemed a tiny bit cleaner. Our tongues needed their time to go all through that notorious semi-sphere and, at his command, rimmed for a couple of minutes through the dirty navel, which made Cum-Drinker do a pout of deep disgust. The heir then ordered us to caress that same paunch directly with our breasts and so we did. We spent quite a while going all through that mass of gluttony again, sliding the mass of our generous breasts against the terse skin. At the same time my stretched hand would be stroking his wet penis underneath it in order to keep him erected and near his climax. After that, he finally told us to kneel down again and we began again sucking the curved penis, taking it into our mouth and sucking it three times all its length each before the other would do the same and back. The mixture of sweat, pre-ejaculate and the characteristic foul odor of the heir was starting to become unbearable.

Finally, he took both our heads and put them two or three centimeters in front of the glans, forcing us to open our mouths and stick out our tongues. In this position, our cheeks were pressed together and the tip of our tongues were touching each other. With difficulty due to the enormous paunch, which touched the top of our foreheads in this position, he then began to furiously stroke his gender right in front of us while sticking out his tongue between his yellowish teeth and making some truly horrendous, porcine sounds of ecstasy. The tips of his mustache and his thing beard dangling back and forth in each stroke. His ejaculation erupted suddenly as an explosion of thick, foamy, white semen that fell substantially into both our open mouths, as well as great part of our faces, neck and breasts. It reached as far as my upper nose and I had to close my left eye so a white droplet would not fall in. His seed tasted similar to that of his father, yet denser and more pungent. He took a step backwards as we stood there, frozen in position, to admire the spectacle with a lewd smile on his face. I was starting to wonder how much we were supposed to stay like that when he stretched out both his hands and put it under our chins, signaling us to close our mouths. Those hands then pinched both our noses and before I had realized I had already swallowed his semen, just as Cum-Drinker, who therefore had just lived up to her new name. The heir was now part of my body.

For once the gods were lenient to us and the heir decided to send us back to the seraglio instead of making us spend the rest of the night with him. He gave us his farewells with a rough spank on both our respective butts before a second golem joined the one guarding the door, who had witnessed our entire sexual act with the heir, and escorted me and Cum-Drinker back to the seraglio after we put up our cloaks again. As with the Master, we were not allowed to clean our faces and bodies of the droplets of semen drying out on our skin until we were back there and the doors of the seraglio had closed behind us. As usual, nobody there asked us anything, not even our fellow Naecynians anymore.