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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 5: the Vault's Treasure

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Chapter 7: The Orc's Dominance

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Orc's Dominance - Knight-Errant Angela and her naughty acolyte Sophia continue their quest. To get the next piece of the High King's sword they'll need a nubile thief's help.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Mult   Magic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Hermaphrodite   High Fantasy   Cheating   BDSM   FemaleDom   Spanking   Light Bond   Swinging   Group Sex   Orgy   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Lactation   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Double Penetration   Public Sex   Violence  

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Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Free City of Raratha

“Sounds like Sophia’s enjoying herself,” I smirked.

Chaun winced. “She enjoys pain more than me.”

I snorted. I glanced at the door, Sophia and Relaria gasps and moans emanating through the dark-green wood of the lamia’s apartment in the Saltspray Palace. The slap of flesh, the creek of a bed. It was hot, passionate sex. The lamia fucked Sophia hard.

My stomach twisted. My hand slid down to the book in my robe’s pocket. If Sophia failed to convince Relaria with her nubile body, then the lamia bard would turn in Chaun to the Doge. A disgraced bard with a bounty on his head should not be presenting himself to one of the most powerful men in the world.

“So good,” screamed Sophia.

“You slut,” yowled Relaria, screeching like a cat. “Oh, Gods, yes. This dildo. Las’s cum, I’ve never felt the like.

Sounded like Sophia was working her magic. I sighed, my hand moving away from the book. I sucked Chaun’s cock for nothing. I licked my lips. No, sucking a cock was never a waste of time. I savored the salty flavor lingering in my mouth.

“I thought I had her convinced, too,” Chaun said, his face brooding. It only enhanced the handsome, human face he wore. “I made her cum hard. I fucked her until she screamed. She was toying with me.”

I glanced back at the door. Sophia knew how to please a woman. “She’ll do it.”

“I hope so.”

I hoped so, too. I did not want to—

Sophia shrieked inside the room. “I pleased you, bitch. I made you cum.”

“Pater’s cock,” I groaned. And then my face hardened. I had no choice. We needed to get into the Great Vault. I would attain the black robes. My hands clenched as I seized my magic. I understood Fireeyes’s theory.

“So hard,” Relaria hissed. “So many times.” She yanked the door open.

“I did not want to do this,” I growled and unleashed my magic.


Acolyte Sophia

My back and ass throbbed from Relaria’s claws. I let her fuck me hard. She hurt me. Such wonderful pain. And now that she had cum, had her fun, she would get Chaun into trouble? Relaria’s tail swished as she yanked open the door and came face-to-face with Faoril.

My skin tingled as Faoril unleashed her magic. I opened my mouth to protest. We couldn’t kill her. Relaria was a conniving bitch, but she didn’t deserve to die by Faoril’s magic. Relaria stumbled back. Her tail swishing back and forth and her cat-like ears twitched. She didn’t fall on the floor, scream in pain, or do anything but stretch her back, her slim ass swaying.

“Go to bed,” Faoril commanded. “Don’t leave this room without my permission.”

“Okay,” Relaria said, her words a monotone, dull, all her passion gone. She turned around, licking her lips. Then, as she walked past me, she licked at her sharp claws and purred.

My jaw dropped. Then I rounded on Faoril. “What did you do to her?”

“Dominated her,” Faoril answered. “She’s my...” She frowned, searching for the word.

“Slave?” The pain burned across my back as I marched to her. “What kind of magic is that?”

“Life,” she answered, her voice light. “I’m holding her mind. I can control her.”

My eyes flicked to her many pockets of her robe. My stomach sank. “You didn’t learn it from that vile book?”

“I did.” Faoril arched an eyebrow and her nose piercing flashed. “Fireeyes methods are reprehensible, but knowledge should never be wasted.”

“Wasted?” I pointed at Relaria as she curled into a ball on her bed, her ears twitching. “You turned her into your marionette. That’s horrible.”

“Look at your back and ass, she clawed you up.” Heat burned in Faoril’s voice. “She toyed with Chaun. She’ll ruin everything. Should I have killed her?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. “No. But, that book’s evil. He was evil. And, well ... you’re controlling her. You could make her do anything.”

“I won’t do that.” Faoril moved forward and hugged me. “I don’t like it either. I can feel her in my mind. Her will ... It’s so fragile. A delicate, spun glass figurine. If I clench too hard, it will shatter and she’ll...” Faoril shuddered. “It is evil. Seductive. I could make her...” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

“Sorry,” I said then hugged her, my heart breaking.

Faoril stiffened, her hands brushing my scratches. “You’re bleeding, Sophia.”

“It was amazing,” I said, savoring the pain. “Even if she was a bitch.”

“Yes, she is,” Chaun said, walking up, holding my white robe.

My cheeks reddened. “I’m naked, Chaun, turn around. Don’t look at me.”

Faoril snorted with laughter. “You are such a silly slut. Go drink your healing potion. Angela will not be happy to have your ass scratched up.”

“No, she would want to do it herself.”


Minx

“What are you going to do?” I asked, swallowing as I stared up at the abandoned tower Spray and the rest of my gang used for their lair. It was near the fishing docks, the poorest section of Raratha. I had avoided the question on the rush from the inn. After we caught Owl, my fellow halfling thief, spying on us as we talked about the robbery, Thrak sprang into action.

“Explain to Spray the situation,” Thrak growled. The orc barbarian loomed over me, a monolith of a man. I was used to being dwarfed by everyone, but Thrak made the humans tiny. Even tall and graceful Xera was a slim willow tree compared to the orc.

It was so clear to me. He would kill Spray, and maybe Owl and the rest. My stomach twisted. I wanted to leave Spray, not see her dead. The nixie had been the common-law wife to me and the other halflings.

Xera, I whispered.

She smiled down at me. A reassuring expression on her face. I took a deep breath. Adel, the redheaded elf, had a plan: let Angela and her group reforge the High King’s sword then steal it. A scam that would see me rich. If Spray had to die, I would cry, but she should have trusted me when I lied to her.

“She’s at the top floor,” I said. “She’s cunning and crafty. If we don’t deal with her, she’ll betray us.”

“I know how to deal with her,” Thrak growled through thick lips. The swarthy, ferocious orc kicked the door in. The rotten wood split into three pieces and a cloud of splinters. The wood clattered on the floor and he charged in, Xera at his heels.

I swallowed and followed.

Thrak barreled up the stairs. His heavy footsteps thudded and echoed. He made no attempt at stealth or subtly. And he moved so fast. He took the stairs three at a time. The wooden stairs creaked and groaned, threatening to collapse beneath his bulk. Xera danced behind him, her green hair flowing about her naked body. She moved with grace I envied. I wish I could step as light or with such dexterity.

It was hard for me to keep up. I lagged farther and farther behind. I just couldn’t take the stairs as fast as Thrak, my legs too short. My heart labored in my chest as my bare feet slapped rotten wood. At the top of the tower, he burst through another rotten door. My fellow halflings screamed in alarm as Thrak let out a bellowing roar.

“Spray!”

Such rage. He would rip her apart. Why did you have to be so nosy, Spray? If you had trusted me and let me slip away without you realizing it, you wouldn’t be dead. You could still steal and live with your harem of halfling thieves.

I reached the top floor. Thrak strode towards spray. Flit and Giggles darted at him with flashing knives. I winced. Giggles was the best with a knife. She moved so fast, dancing around men while giggling with her sweet voice as she pricked them.

Giggles darted in at Thrak, dancing and—

Thrak’s swarthy arm was a blur as it shot out and caught Giggles wrist in his massive grip. He hauled her into the air. Her giggles died. He squeezed. She dropped her knife with a squeal of pain. Then he threw her to the side. Flit stood frozen before him. She glanced at her knife, then at him. Then back at her knife. She dropped it and scampered out of his way.

“Fight him,” Spray gasped as she backed away, her body trembling.

Thrak turned and seized me. His hand was broad enough to wrap half-way around my waist. He lifted me into the air with no effort and held me before Spray. I couldn’t look at my thieving boss in the eye.

“She is mine,” the orc snarled. “I have claimed her.” Thrak set me before him, lifted his kilt, and his massive cock thrust at my lips. His hand held my head, pulling me to his dick. A bone ring pierced the tip. Precum leaked out. He rubbed his cock on my mouth.

Not sure what else to do, I opened my mouth and sucked on the tip. His dick was thicker than Spray’s. My little, halfling mouth couldn’t open wide enough to swallow it. But I could suck on the tip and run my tongue over it, tasting his salty precum and brushing his piercing. His precum coated my tongue and flowed into my mouth.

“I have claimed her,” the orc bellowed. “Do you understand?”

“I ... I...” Spray stammered.

“You do not want to cross Thrak of the Red Eye Orcs,” Xera purred, her voice sultry. The elf stood beside us. Her hand reached out, stroking through my metallic-red hair.

I shuddered at her touch.

“Her body, her cunt, is mine,” Thrak growled.

I let out a moan. He was so powerful. My bronze hands wrapped about his brown-red cock. I stroked it with both hands, struggling to grasp his girth. My pussy itched between my thighs, flooding my leather britches. I probed my tongue into his slit, gathering more of his precum.

Thrak growled his enjoyment.

“Watch as I prove she is mine, Spray,” Thrak growled. “You will sit there and not look away. You need to understand how thoroughly I own her now.”

“Okay,” Spray squeaked. I had never heard the nixie sound so scared. Nothing phased her.

Except a barbaric orc who could rip her apart with the slightest effort.

“Gewin’s cock.” The orc’s hand tightened on my head. “Love my cock, slut. I own you. Show your nixie wife who you belong to now. Whose dick you love.”

“Such a magnificent cock, isn’t it, nixie?” Xera purred. “Far bigger than yours.”

“Answer her,” groaned Thrak.

“Y-yes.”

Spray’s squeaking gasps only made me more excited. My hips shifted as I stood before Thrak. Like Adel, his cock was at the perfect height for me to suck. I lavished it with my tongue while I stroked him up and down. My pussy dripped with excitement. He would be the biggest cock I had ever taken.

I couldn’t wait to feel it ream my cunt.

My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard. His cum leaked into my mouth, coating my lips and tongue. I groaned in pure delight. His breath quickened. I stared up at his bulky body, his muscles rippling as his body moved, pleasure contorting his fierce face.

I pleased the orc. I took pride in it. I normally preferred hermaphrodites, thanks to Spray, but there was something so primal about the orc. Traveling with Angela’s group would provide so many interesting opportunists.

“Suck harder, slut,” Thrak commanded. “Draw out my cum. You want it. I can tell.”

“I do,” panted between sucks. “So badly. Such a wonderful cock.”

“Better than Spray’s?” Xera purred. Her hips shifted out of the corner of my eye. She turned, her thighs sticky with her excitement. My eyes trailed up her body, loving the greenish cast to her skin, her large breasts, her hard nipples.

I wanted to bury myself in her big breasts. I couldn’t wait until she went into heat and sprouted a cock.

“That’s it, slut,” growled Thrak. “Worship your new boss’s dick. You’re part of my crew now.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, then fucked my small tongue into his slit. He groaned and shuddered.

“Gewin’s mighty cock.”

Cum erupted, squirting around my tongue plugging his slit and splashing on my lips and chin. He pulled my head back, his second squirt splashed across my face, marking me. I licked my lips, letting it coat my face. It poured off of me. It dripped down my chin and cheeks. Wonderful, hot, salty jizz.

Such an amazing treat.

I licked my lips and shuddered. I smeared the cum into my skin. It coated me. I turned, watching Spray, her blue cheeks darkened by embarrassment, her cock small, wilted, emasculated. A hot thrill shot through me as I reveled in the orc’s jizz.

“So good, Thrak,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”

“Every part of you,” Thrak growled. “Kneel. It is time for you to give me your cunt.”

“Yes, Thrak,” I moaned, impressed the orc could go again after cumming. He was so virile, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.

Xera squirmed over me as I knelt on my hands and knees. Then she knelt beside me and pulled down my leather britches. Her soft fingers ran through my shaved slit. I shuddered, my eyes rolling into my head at her soft touch. She brought her finger to her lips and licked.

Her ears twitched. “Lavender. How delicious.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “And you taste like flowers.” I licked my cum-covered lips, remembering.

“Please her, too,” Thrak growled. “You made my elf wet.”

“So wet,” Xera groaned as she moved before me.

Thrak knelt behind me. I was so small beneath him. His dick barely touched my ass. I trembled, my breasts jiggling in the band of cloth tied about them. I shivered and shifted my hips, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. Xera’s pussy was before me. I leaned down and took a lick, savoring her flowery juices mixed with Thrak’s cum staining my lips.

“Watch, Spray,” Thrak growled and seized my hips. He turned me so my side profile faced Spray, giving her a good view of my impending fuck. It forced Xera to squirm on the ground to get in front of me again. “Watch my cock claim your female. I want you to hear her scream as she cums over and over on my shaft.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Spray groaned. “She’s yours. I understand.”

“No, you don’t,” Thrak growled and thrust.

“Pater’s massive dick,” I screamed as his cock buried into my small pussy. “Cernere’s stealthy fingers, yes!

I had taken big shafts before, including Spray’s, but Thrak stretched my cunt to its limit. My head shot up from Xera’s pussy. A pain so sweet shot through my snatch. My flesh stretched and stretched. My eyes widened. I trembled as more and more of his cock slid into my dripping cunt. I groaned, a mix of pain and ecstasy. The agony became rapture then pain then bliss. Back and forth, over and over, switching between the extremes. My body trembled as his cock rubbed my flesh, igniting my nerves. Sensations flooded my body.

“He’s so big. I’ve never ... Gods, what a cock. You’re stretching me out, Thrak. Slata’s hairy cunt.”

Thrak’s balls smacked my clit. My small body took every inch of his cock. I looked beneath me, past my dangling breasts, to my stomach. My bronze skin bulged with his dick. I shuddered and clamped my pussy down on him.

“Fuck me,” I begged, my hips moving, needing more pleasure. Ecstasy roared through my pussy. “Fuck me hard, Thrak!”

My words echoed through the room. Every halfling stared at me, their jaws dropped, their eyes wide, and their hips shifting. Flit, Owl, Giggles, Quick, Mouse, and Kitty all envied me. They knew Spray’s cock was nothing compared to the ecstasy of Thrak’s.

“Pound me!” I begged, shifting my hips, stirring his massive dick through my pussy. I drank in all the sweet pleasure.

Thrak drew back, his cock sliding through my over-stuffed pussy. I trembled, more pleasure rushing through my body. And then he thrust forward, knifing his dick into my depths. His balls smacked hard into my clit, sparking pleasure through me.

“Lick me,” Xera moaned, seizing my hair and pulling me to the folds of her pussy.

I licked and nuzzled at the elf’s cunt while my eyes flicked over to Spray. She squirmed, hunched over, her lips bloodless, her eyes wide. She couldn’t look away from my small body shuddering as the orc ravished me.

I groaned into Xera’s pussy. My tongue flailed through her folds. I couldn’t think about pleasing her. I just acted. The cock thrusting in and out of my pussy was too much for my small body. The pleasure he churned drowned my senses. Intoxication gripped me.

I pressed my face into Xera’s cunt, savoring the heat of her flesh on my lips as Thrak’s thrusts rocked me on my hands and knees. His thrusting dick buried over and over into my cunt. The pleasure swelled and swelled. Pain still flared, mixing with the rapture, increasing the heights of my bliss. I groaned and moaned, my words muffled by the elf’s snatch.

My first orgasm exploded through me.

“That’s it,” snarled Thrak as my pussy spasmed about his thrusting cock. “You love my cock.”

I screamed out in wordless joy. The world spun about me. Only Thrak and Xera anchored me to reality. The friction increased. His dick slammed so hard into me. He was so strong and virile. Every thrust only increased the pleasure bursting out of my pussy. I hugged Xera’s thighs with my tiny arms, my hips wiggling, swirling, increasing my pleasure.

The heat rushed through my body. Over and over. Orgasm after orgasm crashed through my tiny body. I trembled on my hands and knees. His balls smacked over and over into my clit. Every thwack burst joy inside my body.

Ecstasy became my universe.

My entire body burst with rapture. Bliss whipped through my mind. I kept licking and tonguing Xera as my world shrank to Thrak’s cock. Thrusting, pulling, and thrusting again. My pussy spasming about it. My juices squirting around his girth and flooding down my thighs.

And the pleasure his dick churned ... Primal. Raw. Overwhelming.

He grunted above me. He growled. The words were meaningless. Xera bucked and moaned, her own sweet voice adding to the symphony that washed through my senses. Nothing made sense to me any longer but the dick hammering my tiny cunt.

Hot juices washed over my mouth. I drank them down, hardly registering the flowery flavor. Thick, hot spurts bathed my pussy. The orc roared. I swam in the darkness of rapture. My pussy milked his cock. My body spasmed and quaked. I trembled. My entire body became numb with bliss. The darkness swallowed me and swaddled me with ecstasy.

Such wonderful, sweet ecstasy.


Xerathalasia

I scooped Minx into my arms. The halfling had a huge smile across her pussy-and-cum-stained lips. She trembled, her light body spasming as her orgasms still fluttered through her. Thrak’s jizz poured out of her stretched-open cunt. Her eyes fluttered.

“You came hard,” I said in a whisper.

Thrak stood, his kilt falling down to his knees. He marched on Spray. “Do you understand your place now, nixie?”

“Y-yes,” Spray squeaked, curled into a ball, her sea-green hair plastered about her trembling face.

“And if I discover you’ve betrayed what your cunt overheard...” Thrak seized her by the neck and lifted the nixie without effort. “I will find you. I will break you. Understand?”

“Y-yes. P-please. I won’t tell. She’s yours. Don’t hurt me. P-please.” Tears poured down her cheeks. I wanted to say something, to give her comfort, to let her know that she was in no real danger. Thrak merely acted.

But I held my tongue. Everything he worked for would have been ruined.

“Good.” He let her go and turned, stalking through the room, leaving the nixie to sob.

I followed after. Minx shifted in my arms. Her small lips brushed my nipple, then the halfling female latched on, sucking on it, a comforting gesture as her body still hovered between ecstasy and unconsciousness.

Thrak had used her body hard. It had almost been brutal, but Minx had screamed her joy the entire time. He had pressed the little halfling to her limits and beyond. The smile playing on her lips proved how much she loved it.

I walked down the steps after Thrak. He didn’t take them three at a time. He no longer hurried. We walked down out of the tower and into the twilight of Raratha. My eyes sought out the Saltspray Palace. Tomorrow night, Minx and I would break into the Great Vault, steal the piece of the High King’s sword, and slip out to the pirate’s ship. In a day or two, Angela and the rest would join us. Then the Doge would be unaware Angela and the others in the palace had any complicity in the robbery.

“How did you know to cow her like that?” I asked, moving to walk beside Thrak.

“That is how you dominate a rival,” Thrak laughed. “You fuck his woman before him and make her cum like your whore. She’s a hermaphrodite. I figured the principal would be the same. Emasculate, cow, and terrorize. By the time she stops pissing herself, we will have the pommel and be out of Raratha.”

“You did make an impression,” I nodded. “I think Minx feared you would kill her.”

“But you didn’t?”

“You are not a killer, Thrak.”

He glanced down at his hands. “We both know that is a lie.” The orc clenched his fists.

“No. You are a warrior. You fight when you have to. You don’t throw life away unnecessarily. The fact you hate the violence only proves me correct.”

Thrak grunted.

Minx shifted. Her lips sucked harder. I stared at her. It was easy to think of her as a child thanks to her stature, but a child did not have breasts so round as hers. My hand shifted my grip on her body, brushing the bottom slopes of her breasts. She had such an innocent face.

Her sapphire eyes popped open. They were a vibrant blue, almost metallic like her skin and hair. “I can’t believe how hard he fucked me,” Minx moaned. “When you have a cock, will you fuck me as hard?”

My clit throbbed. “No. I don’t think anyone could fuck you as hard as Thrak.”

“Good,” Minx groaned. “It was ‘mazing, but I feel so sore and exhausted. I don’t think I could take that cock regularly.”

“Only when your flower has blossomed.”

Minx blinked. “Huh?”

“Only when you are ready,” I laughed. “Flowers blossom when they are ready.”

“Yes,” Minx smiled. She nuzzled against my nipple. “You have such wonderful tits, Xera. So big and beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

She closed her eyes and her breathing slowed. Her face relaxed into sleep and became even more innocent, the devious squint to her eyes vanishing. She became open. It made her more beautiful. I leaned down and kissed her brow.

“You’ll need your rest. We’re doing the impossible tomorrow.”


Thrak

The Nimborgoth grew dark as wine as the sun set, the wait to break into the palace over. I had done little but fret since my confrontation with Spray last night. The waves crashed against the cliff. I stood in the cove, brawny sailors from Thyrna’s ship waited beside the longboat that would carry us to the pirate’s vessel.

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