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Kinks / Themes : Medieval, Female MC, Fantasy, Futa FMC,
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Giggles sounded out from nearby as the other two cooks chatted amongst themselves, enjoying this brief respite and taking the time to talk about anything... though that was usually their love lives, much to my chagrin.
It's not that I dislike my two coworkers, nor that I despise the idea of love, but... I was just frustrated, with myself and with them, though mainly myself.
Looking to the side, I sighed as I saw the two thin, elegant beauties that worked with me in the kitchen, their Noble blood far more apparent than my own thanks to their slim figures, gentle curves and elegant appearances.
Long, supple legs led up into their perky butts, which were hugged by the black working pants we wore, whilst their hips widened out just enough to make them sexy before tapering inwards for their waist, which was almost enough for you to hold in both hands.
Above that, their chests were of good size as well, able to spill out of your hands with ease if you were lucky enough to hold them; then there was their sharp jawline and cheekbones, with gentle eyes and trimmed eyebrows that made them the definition of beautiful.
When paired with their airy personalities and good humor, they were both incredibly sought after, hence the abundance of love stories they always had to swap...
Meanwhile, there was me; the fat duckling that drifted beside two swans...
They didn't mistreat me, nor were they hiding any malice; in fact, both Lisandra and Renai were extremely nice and kind to me, and I was grateful to them for that, but still, the differences between us was obvious.
I was nowhere near as elegant or beautiful as them, standing a little bit shorter than them and definitely being much, much wider than them too.
My stomach was pudgy, my thighs and arms were fat - though, I wasn't a blob of fat, much to my immense gratitude, just... stocky - and I was just... a thick girl, with fluffy, ruddy cheeks, long curly brown locks, and lips that really did make me look like a duck sometimes...
I wasn't hideous - I don't think, anyways - but I was certainly not pretty, and most of the time I was fine with that, but considering I was getting a bit older and my body was changing... well, I wanted to find love too, to be pined after like Lisandra and Renai were, but sadly it wasn't in my cards at the moment.
So, I put my all into my job, something that I was proud of - and something that made Lisandra and Renai proud too, since they got to work alongside me - which was being inside the Duchess' kitchens as her personal chefs.
We worked on preparing meals for the Duchess, her two wives, and their four children each day, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then we also worked with a larger force of servants to prepare lunch and dinner for the Knights as well.
All three of us were Baroness' - or at least, heirs to a Barony - so we were blessed with being able to serve our Duchess with all our hearts, our culinary skills earning us a status that many Viscountess', Countess', and some Marquess' all desperately wanted to have.
Being so close to the Duchess all the time, and earning ourselves a steady salary of coin as well as yearly bonuses in whatever form the Duchess decided suited us; last year, I got a beautiful golden necklace with a large golden pendant, on which the symbol of the Duchess - a flaming meteor - was emblazoned just above a smaller symbol of my Barony - a simple dahlia.
It showed my allegiance to her, and was made from solid, pure gold; it was an extremely expensive necklace, and I was so so happy when she gave it to me~!
Anyways, the three of us were blessed, but Lisandra and Renai were far more blessed than I in the ever open hunt of love...
"Oh, she was so~ dreamy too~! Swept me off my feet and said 'Fair maiden, do me the honor of accompanying me to the ball?'~! Isn't that just so~ elegant?"
Lisandra giggled as she leaned closer to Renai, tapping the slimmer, and taller Noblewoman's hand and saying "Weren't you just~ swooning over that other Lady not too long ago? Who was it... Ah, Countess Un-Olia?"
Renai let out a sigh at that, shaking her head and looking away as she dramatically announced "It just... wasn't meant to be. She stopped returning my letters, and when I saw her last week, she was flirting with another serving girl... Oh, woe is me~!"
I couldn't help but snort at that, making the two grin over at me as they began to giggle again, with Lisandra leaning against the counter and asking "Can you really blame this Countess, Gracili? Wouldn't you run if this futa hungry Noblewoman was pining after you~?"
I snorted again, smirking at the taller Renai as I shrugged my shoulders and said "Can't say I wouldn't be scared, no. Though, I've heard many a tale about them slinking on back for another taste~? Perhaps the pastry chef truly is as sweet as she claims to be~?"
Lisandra and I grinned at Renai, who just smirked back at us, the more open and relaxed Noblewoman shrugging as well as she replied "Oh, they come back for seconds alright~! Sometimes even thirds..."
She was a promiscuous woman, whilst Lisandra was more of a refined Noblewoman, wanting to give herself to her wife and no one else; that didn't mean she didn't love to hear about Renai's sexcapades, of course.
Meanwhile, I was between them; I was no virgin, but I certainly hadn't been sought after in a long time, so I had usually given up on being the one looking for someone to bed.
Sometimes, one of the Knights would get drunk and get handsy, or some of the servants would think that we chefs had more power than we truly did, which was where I had most of my fun; the Knights usually acted like nothing happened after bedding me - not that I cared - whilst the servants gave me a wide berth after learning they were far too ambitious and not that smart, which amused me greatly.
I had... not entirely given up on finding love, but I knew it was a long shot that I would get married to someone because of love instead of status; already, I was sure my Mom was perusing the various Viscountess' who needed another warm body in their beds, whilst my Mother was hoping for someone higher, like a Countess...
Either way, it'd be a loveless, most likely sexless marriage for me, so I wanted to enjoy myself whilst I could, which was why I loved chatting to these two far more desirable women about their experiences, living vicariously through them.
When the sun began to head towards the horizon though, we fell silent and began to cook, preparing the Duchess' food and ensuring she and her family had everything they could want and need on their table within two hours, the three of us scrambling around as we prepared stews, breads, basted steaks garnished with a nice seasoned butter, a creamy white sauce over pasta...
All of it took time and skill to make, but the three of us were more than skilled in the kitchen, our years of working here making this an easy task as we got dinner ready in a jiffy, making sure everything was plated perfectly before carrying it out onto the carts, which we pushed towards the Duchess' dining room.
Like always, Lisandra and Renai led the way, going around the table on either side and putting down the plates and cutlery for the dinner to come, whilst I began to place the platters and pots in the center of the table, the three of us working in practiced tandem before taking a step back and waiting for the Duchess to enter.
Our eyes remained glued to the wall in front of us as we waited, and even when the door opened and the tall, powerful Duchess strode in, we didn't look her way until she passed us, where we then bowed deeply and waited for her wives to enter next, followed by their four children.
Seven people at the table, and only three of us, but when split 'evenly', Lisandra and Renai served two people each whilst I served three; they served the children, and I took care of the Duchess and her wives, thanks to my 'seniority' of an extra year inside the Duchess' kitchens.
The Duchess was a tall, muscular brown skinned woman, her ember hair twisted into thick dreadlocks that she had held back in a ponytail, the various bones and gold twisted into her hair displaying her various trophies earned over the years.
On her left, a small, dainty grey skinned Dark Elf sat with a gentle smile, looking over the table and watching as her two children squirmed in their chairs, wanting to eat already as they watched the food get placed onto their plates.
On her right, a curvy, seductive red skinned Succubus grinned as she stared not at her two children, who were sitting elegantly and waiting to eat, but instead at the Duchess, forgoing manners in the presence of family and instead leaning on her wife's thick arm and stroking her thigh.
Even as I fixed up their plates, the Succubus continued to play with the Duchess, only stopping when the Duchess finally 'cracked' and grabbed her jaw, kissing her deeply before growling something into her ear, which made the dainty Dark Elf frown, before blushing as she too earned a growl from the Duchess.
With everything plated, we stepped back and watched on as they began to eat, the three of us doing our best to not watch as the Succubus swiftly finished her smaller plate before moving on to her real 'meal', something that was hard to do at first as she undid the Duchess' belt and revealed the gigantic cock that sometimes haunted my dreams, sucking on it and giving the Duchess a blowjob during dinner.
The children all ignored it, far too accustomed to it and old enough to know what was happening, whilst the Dark Elf peeked at her wife and 'sister' occasionally and blushed, unable to take her gaze off the magnificent cock that was being so blatantly worshipped right now...
It made for a rather uncomfortable experience for the rest of us, but thankfully this family prioritized getting things done in an efficient manner, so dinner was over for them soon enough; in fact, the Succubus almost always 'ended' the dinner off by getting the Duchess to cum, timing it perfectly with the bites of the Duchess and knowing just when to finish things off.
When we were finally allowed to leave, we were all red cheeked and glancing embarrassedly at one another, the experience of witnessing our Duchess being pleasured like so enough to get us wet and hot, which was always the case...
But, we still had some work to do, and besides muttering to one another about the thickness of that cock or the volume of cum the Succubus had drank down, we didn't say anything as we prepared for the Knight's dinner next, whipping together a far simpler meal for them compared to the meals we made for the Duchess.
Meats were in abundance to keep them strong, whilst their penchant for being carnivores only meant we needed to sneak in the rest of what they needed to remain big and strong alongside said meat, which always made us roll our eyes at how simple and childish they could be.
It was a basic meal that was almost a slight at our skills, but we cooked and prepared this meal with practiced ease, and by the time the sun had fallen completely and the moon was beginning to rise, the Knights came into the manor and made their way to the kitchens, where they took their seats and dug into the mountains of food we prepared for them.
All three of us were rushing around to serve them, these large, muscular women laughing and shouting at one another as they chewed messily and gulped down tankards of ale and glasses of wine, their crude humor and crass jokes enough to make my cheeks red as I listened to them recount the wenches they've fucked and the plans they had for this upcoming holiday break, which consisted of visiting brothels, bordellos, courtesan halls, or heading home to their wives and trying to get them pregnant again...
In other words, the main topic was sex, and as the liquor continued to flow into their cups, the powerful, muscular women who protected us got even more crude as they laughed and poked fun of one another, all while the maids around us were given the signal to either leave now and remain pure, or remain within the den of hungry, horny wolves and risk getting devoured; if you stayed, and you ended up with one of the Knights who weren't dashing and handsome and instead 'brutish' and 'ugly', it was no ones fault besides your own if you got pulled into their bed and spread your legs for whoever wanted you.
It was one of the requirements of employment for these maids - former whores and prostitutes mostly, seeking ways to right their lives - and no one would bat an eye if you drew the short end of the stick and got knocked up by the Knight you didn't like...
Most would say this was a terrible thing, but the women here all craved sex, and the Knights needed a tight, warm hole to fuck after a long, grueling day, so there had been only one incident ever since I started working here, and that was when four Knights took turns on one of the maids and she got pregnant and tried to claim it was a fifth Knight's child.
That was messy, but otherwise, as the hall only got louder and hotter, I watched from the side as these towering hunks grabbed the nearest serving girls and maids and groped them, getting themselves in the mood before finding the ones that they wanted to take back to bed.
Some of the Knights looked my way with wolfish grins as they eyed me up like a piece of meat, and I shivered as my pussy got wet at the realization that I was also on the menu tonight, most of these Knights liquored up enough to deem me attractive enough to bed despite there being far thinner and sexier options available; I knew they would wake up tomorrow with a hangover, fuck me again before acting like we had never had sex, but I didn't mind as I continued to do my job, all while I observed Renai get surrounded by three of the cocky, talented Knights who had just joined the order, the other Baroness blushing before nodding her head and getting pulled away, looking like a doe who had been found by wolves.
Lisandra stood beside the Knight she hoped would court her, and considering the smile on her face and the haughty, yet kind grin on the Knight's green skinned face as they chatted quietly together away from everyone else, it would seem the other chef was getting her dreams turned into reality, especially since it was the third in command of the Order.
Feeling happy for them both - Renai for getting an extremely draining, yet fulfilling night of rough sex, and Lisandra for potentially finding her marriage candidate - I smiled before going to fetch the next bottle of wine, delivering it to the main table where the commander of the Order sat, her dark emerald skin and long, gold capped tusks making her Orcish heritage readily apparent.
Heads above the other Knights, Commander Ir-Alam was a towering tree of a woman, her muscular arms almost as thick as my head, whilst her legs were trunks as wide as my waist, which... was kinda wide.
A serious yet fair woman skilled with both the blade and the pen, Commander Ir-Alam was an up and coming talent that many of the other Nobles - and some of the Royalty - wanted to poach from the Duchess, but the young Orc was determined to serve her Duchess and repay her for giving her this chance to make herself into something, and that was what made her even more desirable to us all.
The loyal and steadfast Commander, swayed not by worldly possessions, lust or anything else, but instead devout to her passions and her loyalty; who wouldn't want to be the woman who got to marry that sort of futanari?
Even I dreamed once of being Commander Ir-Alam's wife, but I was a realist who kept my dreams to myself, so when I carried over the fine wine to the Commander's table, I wasn't expecting to find myself the center of attention as the second in command - Ir-Bagran, the younger sister of Ir-Alam - laughing boisterously as she said "Who woulda thought my dearest sister would've turned down the Princess! HAHA~! Oh, I'd've paid to see her expression when you said no, sis~!"
Whilst not as tall and muscular as Ir-Alam, Ir-Bagran was much friendlier and open with herself, the younger Orc smoothing over any misunderstandings that Ir-Alam might raise with her serious, hard stare or stoic nature, making them the perfect pairing to lead the Knights.
"Ah! Come, come, everyone give a cheer for Gracili here! Our very own, wonderful and delightful chef and bringing of alcohol~!"
Ir-Bagran grinned at me as she grabbed my wrist, the Orc easily dragging me over despite my weight as she hoisted my arm and displayed the fine wine, making the other important members of the Order all cheer as they looked at the wine with thirsty eyes.
Meanwhile, Ir-Bagran had draped her other arm over my shoulder and grabbed my tit, the Orc grinning at me still as she stood behind me, her thick muscles and equally thick cock resting against my butt as she added "Ain't she a juicy woman to? All this is proof of the good eating she'll give ya~! Honestly, I find that more attractive than anything else; a woman who knows a kitchen better than I know a blade... ain't that sexy?"
A tall, slender Elf smirked as she nodded, her blonde hair pulled into a tight braid that revealed her tattooed neck, the 'Shame of the Elves' acting more and more like the Orcs she was accustomed to serving with with each passing day.
"Aye, that's the truth~! Besides, all that meat makes it even better to keep the bed warm all~ night long..."
My cheeks were now a deep crimson, making the others all snicker knowingly as Ir-Bagran continued to fondle my tit, while the Elf smirked as she sauntered over, the two of them having tasted me before, albeit briefly; Ir-Bagran fucked me hard and creampied me once before passing out, whilst Ulgaier had me suck her cock after she finished working out, but since then, neither of them had sought me out again.
Briefly my heart banged at the thought of them only doing this because they were drunk, only for me to moan as Ulgaier smacked my pussy and grinned down at me, the two taller futanari's trapping me between themselves and making me wonder if I was going to be tasked with satisfying them both.
"Ir-Bagran, Ulgaier. Stop teasing the chef, please."
A gruff, deep voice made them both release me, and I panted and tried to regain my bodily functions as I stood there, swaying with lust and unable to move for a second, everyone watching me with a grin.
Except for Ir-Alam, who had gotten up and now stood over me, her giant chest level with my head; she was a massive woman, and I craned my neck to look at her as she grabbed the wine from my hands, her voice softening as she asked "Don't push yourself, Gracili."
With that, she turned and took her seat again, uncorking the bottle and pouring herself a glass before passing it to Ir-Bagran, who sat down as well, taking the hint from her sister; when the other maids came over with the other wines, Ir-Bagran grabbed one and started to kiss her, while Ulgaier gave an exaggerated bow and grabbed a maid as well, leaving the kitchen behind and claiming her prize for the night, leaving me biting my cheek as I was seemingly left forgotten.
"Gracili, can you get me the lemon wine? And something sweet too, if you don't mind."
Ir-Alam's voice snapped me out of my trance, and I nodded as I got back to work, even as my womb throbbed with desire and dripped my lust down my thighs, making it a rather awkward walk back to the kitchens as I got the things Ir-Alam wanted.
When I returned, she thanked me and turned back to listen to Ir-Bagran, who was fondling the Sheepkin's tits and talking without any issue, acting like she wasn't making the woman cum as he tugged and pinched her nipples, or like she wasn't getting a hand job as the Sheepkin rubbed her cock through her trousers.
The night continued on, and as more and more Knights began to leave, I sighed as I looked at the remaining Knights, wondering who might be drunk enough to require someone like myself to satiate their lust, knowing that my fingers weren't going to cut it tonight since my womb thirsted for semen.
As I did so, I noticed that Ir-Alam was still seated, the Orc swirling her wineglass and staring at the sparkling pale gold liquid, making me curious as I approached her, drawing her attention instantly.
"Commander Ir-Alam, do you require something else? Food, drink?"
"Company."
Her single word made me shiver, and I nodded as I sat down beside her, the giant Orc taking a sip from her wine before she glanced my way, asking "Gracili, why do you accept the things my sister does? The things the others do?"
I blinked, the sonorous voice and serious expression muddling my brain as I tried to think, before I eventually blushed as I muttered "Any attention is good attention for me..."
That made the Orc raise a brow, though she said nothing and waited for me to continue, sipping on the wine idly and staring at me with her deep, viridian and gold eyes, the nest of twisted black hair making her already dark skin even darker, whilst her golden tusks glittered in the light.
"I... I want to... enjoy myself, even if... even if the futanari 'enjoying' me don't particularly display the finesse or tact I want. I'm only getting older - for Nobles, anyways - and before I end up in a loveless, cold marriage, I want to make memories and enjoy myself as much as I can."
"Why are you so certain that you'll be in a cold marriage? From what I know of you, you'd make the perfect wife for whomever takes your hand."
"W-Well, f-for starters, most of the Knights here already prefer Renai over me; even the other Nobles prefer Renai over me in terms of looks. The number of letters she gets asking to court her are far more than my own... which is one. And that was sent to me because someone told the Noble the wrong name of the 'pretty' chef in the Duchess' house..."
Ir-Alam tilted her head and took another sip from her wineglass, all while I smiled sadly as I added "That's why I am so certain, Commander. No one thinks I'm pretty enough to be a wife, especially not when I get older; I'll continue to decline before their eyes, no matter what sorts of medications or potions I use."
Trailing off, I let out a sigh before stiffening as the Orc idly said "You'll never be 'pretty' with a mindset like that, Gracili. Besides, I think you've been ignoring how the Knights look at you... or how my sister speaks of you. Not once have they ever said you weren't 'pretty'; they speak of you the same they speak of Renai and Lisandra."
Taking yet another sip from the wineglass, Ir-Alam frowned as she noticed that it was empty, before nodding when I poured some more of the rich, golden liquid into her glass, allowing the Orc to continue drinking.
"But... Commander, e-even if the Knights say those things, it's..."
"It's not the same? Ah, because Nobles look at the surface first, right? Your prospects have declined you only upon seeing you, not giving you the chance to speak to one another and get to know what lies beneath?"
I just nodded, making the Orc snort as she added "Then stop looking for a piss poor Noble who wouldn't know beauty when they see it. My sister spoke the truth; you're beautiful in your own ways - the way you handle a kitchen, the devotion you've displayed to the Duchess, the way you treat us Knights like real people despite the crude and crass attitude most of us have... Your current position lets you look elsewhere for marriage candidates, does it not? A personal chef for the Duchess, and likely the future chef for one of the many Young Mistresses of the house too..."
Turning, Ir-Alam looked down at me and pursed her lips, her eyes raking over my figure as she added "Maybe one of the Knights will prove you wrong, Gracili..." before taking another sip from her wineglass.
Her gold speckled green eyes were filled with a heat as she stared at me, and I couldn't match her gaze as I felt my cheeks redden, only for my entire face to go red when I looked down in an attempt to get away from that gaze, causing my eyes to land on the Commander's crotch, which had a very noticeable bulge.
"C-Commander..?"
"Yes, Gracili?"
Her voice was steady and sonorous, and I shivered some more as I continued to ogle her thick erection, my mouth drying out for a moment as I imagined sucking on something that large, before I began to wonder just what it would taste like at this current time...
Was it going to be slightly salty thanks to the Orc's job - that wonderful, strong musk of sweat and arousal that mixed together after their training?
"W-Would you... would you c-care for s-some... some service..?"
I finally got the courage to not only ask that, but also to look up at her face, where I was greeted with the sight of Ir-Alam taking a deep breath before nodding her head, the Orc sipping on her glass again before reaching down and undoing her belt.
Helping her, I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I stared intently at her crotch, wondering what 'monster' was awaiting me as I pulled off her belt and pulled her pants down, only to gasp and have my head blank as a fat log of green meat sprang up.
Easily the size of my forearm, Ir-Alam's cock was utterly massive, and the thick veins that ran along its shaft made it menacingly hot to start at, especially when it throbbed alongside her pulse; meanwhile, below, two large orbs the size of my fist rested on the bench, likely holding enough semen to get someone pregnant three times over...
Leaning forwards, I pressed my face against her cock and shivered, my womb aching fiercely as I recalled how deep and rough Ir-Bagran had been when she fucked me that one time - and I could tell that Ir-Alam was larger than her by a decent amount, so...
When I had been made into a mess that night, what the hell would this do to me?!
My pussy quivered and grew drenched as I started to lick her burly penis, its scorching heat and thick musk making my head swim as I trailed my tongue up to her tip, before I parted my lips and tried to take her into my mouth.
I partially succeeded, able to take almost her entire flared tip into my mouth, but I could already feel my jaw locking somewhat as I tried to take her, so instead I wrapped my hands around her cock and began to jerk her off, even though I was barely able to touch my fingers together.
Hearing her groan above me, I shivered again as I hesitantly cast a glance upwards, wondering if that was a genuine groan or if it was one that meant she wanted more... and what I saw was those green eyes narrowed down at me, filled with such lust as the Orc set her wineglass down and grabbed my head.
Without saying anything, Ir-Alam had me speed up and suck out the precum from her fat cock, the Orc enjoying a blowjob in the midst of the dining hall as the alcohol fueled her lust enough to make her seek me out.
A tart taste filled my mouth as I sucked eagerly on her penis, while my hands felt like they were going to burn as I speedily stroked her massive cock, running them up and down her length so that I could tease some more of her cum from her balls.
Groaning again, Ir-Alam stroked my head and took deep breaths, her eyes narrowing further until she just closed them, basking in her lust as I gave her a blowjob as best as I could, despite not being able to take her into my mouth.
For a minute, I sucked out her precum and jerked her off, but eventually the Orc groaned again before muttering "I want more... Up, Gracili..."
I blinked, shame washing over me as I released her mighty penis and moved away, fearing that I was too bad of a partner for the Commander to enjoy, only to moan confusedly as the Commander pulled on her pants before scooping me up into her arms, carrying me through the castle quickly.
There was no warning or any other words spoken; I went from the kitchen to the Commander's bedroom in moments, before suddenly finding myself on her bed, watching as she peeled off her layers and revealed her bare figure to me again.
"Strip."
A single word, spoken so gutturally from the normally refined Commander made me crazy with lust, my pussy spasming and threatening to cum just from that as I scrambled to do as she asked, throwing off my clothes and praying that she wouldn't mind my body too much...
Though, as she stalked onto the bed and pushed me down, I couldn't think much at all as the Orc growled "I don't think I can stop tonight, Gracili, so... sorry for this..!"
Confusion filled me again, only to be tossed aside as something else filled me instead; the Orc crawled onto my body and smothered me into the bed, draping herself over me and guiding her cock into my pussy without any hesitation, slamming herself to the root and starting to fuck me roughly.
My lips parted as I tried to scream out at this sudden, painful pleasure that was slamming into me, but each time Ir-Alam stabbed herself into my womb and pressed my vagina deeper into my body, I lost the ability to vocalize anything.
Hard muscle smothered my softer body as the Orc wrapped me into her embrace, making it easier for her to drunkenly hammer her hips into my plump ass as she laid on top of me, stuffing my pussy with her monstrous penis and smashing her equally giant testicles against my ass.
Grunts escaped her lips as she descended into the throes of lust, pounding me relentlessly and making me cum like crazy as I was made to endure the lust of a drunk Orc; a drunk Orc who's penis was far larger than any other I had ever taken in my life, and one who was determined to fuck me unconscious.
Which... she did, my vision giving out and my mind going blank as I laid limply beneath her, unable to move or do anything except for cum and take her fat cock, but when the Orc started to pump her baby batter into my womb, I was awakened for that...
Thick, scorching hot sperm exploded out of her cock and filled my womb, but even then the Orc was still slamming her meaty penis deep inside my vagina, spreading me apart as wide as possible and pouring as much cum as she possibly could inside me, though a large amount still trickled out of my pussy and stained the bed.
My pussy spasmed around the giant cock that was turning my insides into mush and milked even more sperm out of it, allowing the Orc to find some solace in my unfit, unworthy body as she ejaculated for as long as she needed, acting like a beast as she just kept cumming inside me over and over again.
With her thick arms wrapped around my body, her chiseled legs rubbing against my butt, and the feeling of her rock hard back being clearly felt by my legs that were wrapped around her body, Ir-Alam continuing to fuck me as she pleased and sending me spiraling into a whirlpool of insane ecstasy as I was repeatedly stuffed with cum and cock even as I passed out once more, unable to comprehend the sheer pleasure that I was being made to experience.
What I was able to comprehend was the fact that this felt too good, that it was too perfect, and that I might never be able to experience this ever again, which made me regret that I couldn't remain conscious the entire time Ir-Alam was drunk enough to fuck me instead of one of the other women in the manor...
As I slipped into unconsciousness, I could only sadly watch the Commander's serious face scrunch up again as her giant testicles clenched against my ass once more, another deluge of sperm flooding into my womb as she ejaculated inside me again.
Darkness consumed me rapidly, and all that remained was the pleasure that gradually became numb as I drifted away in a comfortable heat and a firm embrace.
When I woke up, I was lying in a large bed all alone, my mind hazy as I blinked away the sleep as well as the sun, something that jolted me awake as I sat up and looked around, wondering where I was before wincing as memories of last night flooded back into my mind.
Well, the few memories I had, which were truly able to be counted on a single hand, but still... even then, just that was enough to make me shudder as I looked down and saw the 'damage' from last night.
Which was both literal and figurative; my pussy was 'hiddenly' bruised from what had been rampaging around inside it, while my upper thighs and stomach were just as achy as before; on top of that, a river of semen gushed out of my pussy as I sat up, staining the sheets of the Commander and making me blink in astonishment at just how much there was.
Though, I had little time to wonder about how she was able to produce this much cum or how I was still alive after taking something that monstrously big, and instead I shot out of the bed before promptly falling to the floor as I heard someone knock on the door.
Letting out a pained groan, I dragged the sex stained sheets off of the bed and pulled them onto myself, covering my nude figure and cursing softly at how my legs were utterly unresponsive, the muscles aching fiercely whilst my hips were burning... it wasn't pleasant, but as my womb delighted in its ability to continue drinking the Commander's semen, that pain was turned to pleasure as I sat there, unsure of what the hell was happening to my body.
When the door opened, I forgot about that as I looked towards the door with fear in my eyes, wondering who was coming in and what they could possible want; was it the Commander, was it her sister, a maid?
Who?
"Ah... so the rumors were right..."
Two people stood at the door, one blushing hard whilst the other was just staring at me with a raised brow, though both wore seemingly impressed looks as they stepped inside; Renai and Lisandra were staring at me as well as the bed, their eyes filled with different things.
"Well damn... considering how you're just... there on the floor, can I be safe to assume you have a case of 'oh goddess everything fucking hurts'?"
"Renai!"
Lisandra blushed even more when Renai ignored her and added "The sexual variant specifically? Usually from a giant penis and voracious owner of said penis?"
"RENAI!"
Shouting this time, Lisandra glared at our more promiscuous friend before turning towards me, lowering her voice and asking me in a gentle tone "Are you alright, Gracili?"
"I... yeah... I do have a case of... what was it..?"
Lisandra glared at me this time as I gave her a weak smile, before she pursed her lips as I asked "What... rumors?"
"That the Commander picked you as her sexual partner, which... considering the smell, and your state, it would seem was true. The Knights are all in the yard, but uh... the other maids and servants are all gossiping about this. Wondering..."
"Why me?"
Renai just nodded, the promiscuous woman not hiding her own curiosity as she waited for a reply, while Lisandra remained quiet and didn't say anything, likely thinking something similar.
It made me chuckle quietly as I just shrugged my shoulders, saying "Alcohol, a long day, pent up lust... I don't know why Commander Ir-Alam decided I was the one she'd slake her thirst with, but it happened. I... I have no real idea. She didn't give one; just accepted my offer for service and took it from there."
"Oh? You asked her if she wanted some service? What made you so bold?"
Smirking back at Renai, I dragged the sheet closer to myself and unsteadily got to my feet, answering her question at the same time as I replied "We were just... chatting casually, and I was filling her wineglass, when she asked a few questions... to look away from her eyes for a moment, I looked down, and well... I saw her erection and just... offered my body to her, which she accepted... ow..."
Rubbing at my hips, I winced before giving Lisandra a grateful nod as the woman helped me up completely and let me lean on her, while Renai searched around for my clothes and handed them to me, before she helped me into them after seeing that I wasn't really able to do much on my own.
"Really..? Huh... Think she was just really horny, or uh..."
Renai looked me up and down, raising a brow as she smirked and added "Looking for someone to be able to take all of her without issue? I've heard the rumors about Ir-Bagran having a giant fucking cock, but she's admitted that Ir-Alam is much larger than herself, so..."
Lisandra blushed harder at that, but she too remained quiet as she looked at me expectantly, her blush deepening as I said "That rumor is true... the Commander is massive, and Ir-Bagran is still pretty big too, just..."
"Not as big as the Commander, got it... wow... like how big?"
We began to walk back towards the section of the Manor that our rooms were located in, and we chatted about it the entire way, Renai's curiosity growing more and more as I spoke on it as much as I could, sometimes having to disappoint her as I admitted that I was unsure or simply couldn't remember.
We got to the kitchen later than normal that day, but upon arrival we got to work just like normal, getting everything prepared with ease as we cooked and baked and braised and sautéed and so much more, letting the natural sounds of the kitchen have priority today as we caught ourselves up to our normal schedule, preparing the meals for the day.
When lunch rolled around though, I got a tad tense when we started making the various sandwiches for the Knights, keeping the meal light enough to not cause upset stomachs but filling enough to help them push onwards for the rest of the day.
As we made our way into the dining hall, my eyes landed straight on the giant Orc responsible for my sore hips, bloated womb and overall confused body and mind, and as soon as I looked at her, she turned and stared at me, those green and gold eyes filled with a complicated emotion that I couldn't entirely make out, but just as quickly as they focused on me, she looked away, leaving me confused and lost.
Placing down plate after plate, I also noticed that the hall was unusually quiet - not silent, but quiet - as the Knights murmured to themselves and cast glances at me, with Ir-Bagran and Ulgaier smirking as they whispered to one another, amusement and something else dancing in their expressions.
My cheeks heated up, and when I reached Ir-Alam, the Commander accepted the plate from my hands before muttering "Gracili, let us talk...", catching me off guard as she stood up and took the other plates from my arms, handing them to Ir-Bagran and leading me out of the hall.
Eyes followed us closely as we walked, and my cheeks continued to redden as I followed behind the towering Orc like a child, wringing out my hands and trying to keep myself from running away as I peeked at her profile and tried to understand what she was thinking, or how she felt.
All I got to see was stony stoicism that she always exuded, and that normalcy was confusing to me; on one hand I was relieved, but on the other... I was worried.
Did she remember last night?
Did she care about last night at all?
Was she going to ask me to service her again, or was she going to reprimand me for potentially getting her drunk enough to choose me as her sexual partner?
I was just confused on what was going to happen, my heart pounding inside my chest just as hard as Ir-Alam had pounded herself into my womb last night, making me grow noticeably wet and aroused, something that the Orc was likely to catch onto soon...
The empty halls of the manor had never felt colder and more restrictive as they did right now, and when Ir-Alam stopped and turned to look at me, I shivered before casting my gaze elsewhere, unable to bring myself to meet her powerful gaze for longer than a few moments, though...
An equally powerful hand turned my head back towards the Orc, and I was made to look at her as she murmured "Gracili, about last night..."
Tilting her head, the Commander stared at me for a few moments before asking "Did we really..? Well, I guess we did; this morning was evidence of that. I suppose what I want to ask was... were you really alright with me?"
I blinked, unsure of what she was asking as I stared back at the towering Orc, wondering what she meant - and she must have taken my silence for some kind of answer as she pursed her lips and muttered "I had hoped-"
"W-What do you mean, Commander..? 'Alright with you'..? As in... a-alright with being your sexual partner..?"
"Amongst other things, yes."
Her stoic face remained the same as she looked me over, and I shivered again, unable to help rubbing my thighs together as I felt something wet trickle down, something that she caught as the Commander raised a brow, only to furrow it as I hastily said "W-Who wouldn't be, Commander?! You were amazing, and..! If anything, I should be asking YOU if I was alright enough as your partner!"
My cheeks went red as I said that, and I tried to look away again, only to belatedly realize she had never released my jaw, meaning I was still stuck in place, staring at the Orc above me.
"Amazing? Hm... Then the same could be said of you, Gracili. I've rarely taken partners, but the few that I have all seemed... aghast the morning after. And yet..."
Looking down, the Orc stared at my chest, before her eyes continued to fall lower and lower, until she was staring blatantly at my thighs, which were trembling slightly as my entire body battled between going numb or being hot.
"Here you are, up and about... Gracili, I recall a sparse few moments of our time together; the lust and the alcohol seemed to have muddled my mind, but... I do recall the conversation we had. Tell me; if I asked you, would you stop letting the Knights treat you as such? In return, would you provide your services to me again, whenever I asked?"
Her soft voice was at odds with her hard body, and I gulped as I looked away from her eyes and instead peeked down at her crotch, which was reacting in the way that made sense with her words; throbbing and bulging inside her leather pants.
But it made no sense to me emotionally; why was she getting so hard with someone like-!
"Gracili, answer me. Don't think; yes, or no. Will you let me have you again, or will you continue on as you have before?"
My mind blanked as she said that, but thankfully my subconscious was working on its own at this point as "Y-Yes..!" slipped free from my lips, before I could even begin to think on what she was saying and what I was previously mulling over.
And before I could even realize that I had said yes, the Orc smirked at me and firmly placed her other hand on my rear, making me yelp into her lips as she pulled me close and began to kiss me, using her strength to envelop me in her embrace and allow her to do as she pleased, surprising me immensely.
Turning us around, the Orc pressed me against the wall and sloppily bit on my lip, drawing a gasp out of me which she swiftly sucked away, hungrily kissing me as soon as the sound was beginning to form and ensuring that my breath was hers.
Meanwhile, one of her hands was firmly fondling my chest whilst the other was palming my butt freely, consuming all of my sensitive points at the moment as she did whatever she wanted, however she wanted, which eventually meant turning me around and growling "I want you now, Gracili... I had to leave this morning with more lust inside my balls than I've ever had before... all because of you... take responsibility for it, Gracili..."
My mind blanked again as I felt her flip up my dress and slide my panties to the side, revealing my drooling vagina and giving it all the more reason to be drenched as she roughly smacked it a few times, her fingers slipping inside as she prepared me for her cock.
"W-Wait..! H-Here?!"
"Yes, here... no one is out and about... and if you're quiet, I can get a nut off in peace..."
The growl from the Commander made me shudder, and before I knew it she was slipping herself inside, her fat tip and incredible girth making me cry out in pained glee as she started to fuck me again, showing me a side of herself that I had never seen before.
When her hips met my butt, the Orc reached forwards and turned my head to the side again, allowing her to kiss me and growl "I said be quiet, Gracili..."
This sudden shift to a dominant, aggressive Orc was surprising, but there was little I could do about it as she started roughly pounding me in the middle of the hallway, stuffing her fat cock inside me and making sure it fit inside my womb no matter what, even if that meant rearranging how my insides worked...
Each slam of her hips sent shockwaves throughout my body, making my ample curves jiggle embarrassingly as she just kept fucking me, her girth spreading me apart and ensuring I felt every last inch of it, even as she tongue fucked my mouth in order to keep me 'quiet'.
It wasn't terrible, and I was certainly accustomed enough to the greedy and self serving sex from some of the other Knights, but it was just jarring to go from the stoic Commander to this more traditional Orc, but I wasn't complaining about it either as my pussy spasmed around her cock, the juices from now and the cum from last night dripping out of my vagina whilst I embarrassingly squirted on the ground, though it only made Ir-Alam growl again as she fucked me even faster.
Those twin orbs filled to the brim with semen slapped against my thighs hard, and I swore I could audibly hear the sperm inside sloshing around with each thrust she took, which made it all the more arousing when she grunted and started to spray that semen into me, giving me a deep creampie.
They clenched against my thighs and signaled each barrage of sperm that flooded my womb, the scalding hot liquid smothering my pussy in heat and ensuring I would never forget the feeling, all while the owner of the cock currently altering my physiology hungrily devoured my lips for herself.
Ir-Alam came inside me for what felt like eternity, her testicles producing a never ending stream of sperm that had the sole goal of inseminating me despite not being wed to me, something that made this all the more arousing as we toed the line of being irresponsible together.
When she finally finished, the Orc pulled out and rested her cock on my ass, panting hard behind me before muttering "Fuck... Sorry, Gracili... Sorry... I'm just... Oh fuck..."
Semen leaked from her tip, and her penis throbbed constantly, another thin rope of cum splashing onto my ass as the Orc rode out the rest of her orgasm on her own, all while she held me up with her thick arms, ensuring I remained 'standing' despite my knees being like jelly.
"Gracili... Sorry... I'm... That was so... so fucking good... I didn't mean to..."
Swallowing, Ir-Alam pressed her face against my hair as she muttered "I didn't mean to be that rough, but... damnit, this thick ass of yours..! Oh Goddess..."
Her words barely registered inside my cumdrunk mind, but what I did know was that she was feeling really, really good at the moment, and her cock was far from satisfied; sadly, before I could try to convince her to fuck me again, the Orc gently lowered me to the ground and began to dress herself, before cleaning the area around us and getting me dressed as well.
I couldn't miss the sheer lust in her expression as she hoisted me back up, nor could I miss the way she 'accidentally' grabbed my ass and pussy, but I did miss the worry that graced her expression as she helped me walk again; worry not of my current physical state, but a worry as she walked back into the dining hall with me, which was directed at the rest of the Knights.
Silence fell when we returned, and it was... difficult to not know what had happened; I was still loopy, whilst the Commander walked behind, supporting me as I moved.
It was as clear as day that we had just had sex, and besides a few frowns from the Knights who were more 'honorable' and rigid to rules, the rest were smirking and watching us amusedly, before moving to crowd around the Commander when she sat back down, with Ir-Bagran and Ulgaier leading the charge as they teased the stoic Orc.
The day began to blur as I worked on muscle memory only, my mind empty as it tried to comprehend what had happened, and that was swiftly fixed when dinner came around; instead of eating with her Knights for as long as she could, the Commander scarfed down her food and found me instantly, dragging me away and taking me to her room, much to the amusement of everyone else at how swiftly I was claimed.
Tossing me onto her bed, the Commander stripped myself and herself in seconds, before turning me onto my stomach and diving down onto my body, her hands spreading my cheeks and allowing her to lap at my pussy freely, all whilst I finally came back around.
It wasn't quick enough to ask any questions, of course, but it was nice to be present for the incessant licking of my cunt by a large Orc, who's tongue was incredibly adept at this 'job' to the point that she made me squirt again in a few minutes.
With my orgasm secured, Ir-Alam moved from licking my pussy to fucking it instead, her hands still glued to my butt as she slapped her meaty penis between each cheek, before sliding inside and resuming where we left off earlier in the day.
Her cum was still inside me, and with each strike from her cock, the earlier creampie trickled out of my cunt and stained her bed, before it was replaced with a new load as she ejaculated inside me once more.
Unlike earlier, Ir-Alam was intent on having more than just a single round, so the Orc just kept pounding me to her hearts content, cumming inside me incessantly now painting me completely white with her cum as she ejaculated onto my body too.
The night was long and rough, just like the cock of the woman determined to ingrain herself inside my body, and it only made the morning all the more sweet when finally pulled out properly and collapsed beside me, ejaculating a little more onto herself and reeking of cum and sweat.
Her musk was just as addictive as her cum was, so when I snuggled into her side and passed out with her muscles firmly wrapped around me completely, I felt safe and aroused in equal measure, and after a few hours of rest, we finally managed to be lucid enough to realize that we had skipped on our duties, sending us into a frenzy as we desperately got dressed and prepared for the day ahead.
When we scrambled out of her room together though, a maid told us to report to the Duchess' office, which had our nerves going crazy as we swiftly made our way there.
Entering the lavish office space of the Duchess, we were greeted with the sight of the chocolate skinned woman lounging in her throne reading through paperwork, looking bored and entirely uninterested in what she was reading, so when we walked in and watched as that boredom swapped over into amusement and mischievousness, we both shivered and prayed that this wasn't going to be a bad meeting.
"Well well well~! This is the first time that either of you have skipped out on your duties, and considering the rumors from yesterday and the joyful recounting from Ir-Bagran, am I to assume the reason you were both tardy was thanks to one another?"
Grinning at us, the Duchess placed her papers down and gestured for us to sit, though Ir-Alam opted instead to kneel as she prepared to apologize profusely and beg for forgiveness, leaving me in the awkward spot of not knowing whether to sit or kneel as well, but...
"Bah, don't bother, Ir-Alam. Do you think a singular day tardy is worthy of reprimand? No, it isn't. What IS worthy of reprimand are your actions with Gracili here. I will NOT have my best chef soiled and tossed aside willy nilly, and whilst I dislike intruding in private affairs, well..."
Leaning forwards, the Duchess' grin faded as she glared down at the Orc and took on a tone of voice that was all too familiar to me - the one of a worried, stern Mom who was berating someone for thinking of doing emotional harm to her daughter, which only confused me more.
"What exactly are your intentions with Gracili? If you only want to enjoy her warmth in bed, then I would advise you to look elsewhere; I do NOT want to hear that I have to pick between one of you due to negligence. My daughters all adore Gracili, as do my wives; on the other hand, I am rather proud of you, Ir-Alam, and I would rather you not stray off that path, hm? Finding a worthy Commander is difficult nowadays, so I think I'll give you this one chance... Court Gracili, or leave her alone. Gracili, if you do not wish to be courted, say so now. I've already been meaning to discuss your role moving forwards as Head Chef, and that would mean moving permanently into my Manor and being apart of my Family."
Looking between us, the Duchess narrowed her eyes as she waited for an answer, which came from Ir-Alam as the Orc looked up and met her heavy gaze, saying "I will proceed with courting her then, with your blessing and her agreement."
I just stood there, blinking, as I looked between the two futanari, wondering what the hell was happening once more, only to decide that thinking was becoming a more futile pastime at this point.
"You have it..."
"Good! Now, don't be tardy again, but uh... if I were to hear that there was to be a grand event soon, perhaps time off could be considered..? Or perhaps if there was someone joining us eventually... Though, I do hope you both think this through some more, hm? Just be careful."
Waving us out, the Duchess picked up the paper again and returned to reading it, though I didn't miss the way she smirked as she looked back up at us, or the way she winked at me as I turned to follow Ir-Alam outside, walking back through the halls before stopping in a random one, where the Orc stopped and turned back to me.
"I... I guess we might as well make it official then, no? It's quick, but... honestly, why not, right? Gracili, might I court you in hopes of eventually taking you as my wife?"
Lifting my hand, the Orc stared at me closely and waited for an answer, which came right away as I nodded and said "If you... really think I am worthy, then yes, you may."
Ir-Alam kissed my hand before freezing when we heard cheering erupt from around us, and suddenly we were swarmed by the Knights as they began to celebrate something so minuscule as this, something that was but the first step on our road together.
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9.9k, kinda rushed, kinda not, wanted to get something done and this is the closest one to being finished; next entry or the entry after that should be the 'conclusion' to the 'Sleepover' entries, and then after that one should be the next 'Tsunade' entry.
Otherwise... kinda fun to write this one, kinda meh at the same time, but hey, it's over and I thought it wasn't terrible, so that's a win lol~!
Hope you enjoyed~!
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