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"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!"
Fortitude roll save!
"YEAAAAAAH!!" roared the half-orc barbarian as she raised her empty tankard to the cheering tavern. Killer Frost the Half-orc barbarian slammed the mug on the table with her party companions grinning broadly. "I told you I could down one easily!" she declared confidently. Her short icy blue hair looked to have been cut with a jagged knife. Poorly. Dressed in wild, form-fitting hide leathers, her shapely body honed from years of constant fighting in the cold north. So cold that she seemed to lose more and more clothing the farther south she went to feel the chill on her luscious green shape…
"Nobody challenged you to anything…" Noted the blonde tiefling Bard, her horns, bejeweled with shiny trinkets poking through and curling up from her forehead over her shoulder-length blonde hair, framing her white and black face paint as she smiled. "You would probably drink the tavern dry if you let you." Her long smooth tail swishing behind her, her shapely body was athletic and curvaceous. Her clothes were brightly colored and distracting…
"MMn-Hmmn…" smiled the beautiful, sultry, luxurious elven sorceress Zatanna. Her large wobbling breasts heaving in her tight robe as she absently studied an ancient tome of magic. Her long dark hair waving majestically behind her long elven ears.
Of course, all three of the lady adventures were equally beautiful and attractive in their own rights… with absurdly and unnecessarily high charisma stats.
SLAP!
Mike Mightfoot, dramatically slapped down a wanted poster on the table. The halfling rogue grinned charmingly at the three girls. "Evening ladies!" he declared, resting his hands on his dagger and poison pouch as he glanced up at them. The halfling considered himself the leader of the merry group… simply because none of the other girls cared for the complicated issues of actually leading.
"What have you brought us?" asked Killer Frost, glancing at the surly and poorly drawn half-orc male on the wanted poster.
"This right here is our target. Our job is to track him, then send word to our patron the mighty King uh…" he heisted as Zatanna whispered playfully. "Queen Toyota."
"Queen Toyo-Queen?" he blinked at Zatanna who shrugged her seductive shoulders. "…Queen Toyota." Mike Mightfoot rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "…Could've sworn it was a king, anyway he should be less than a day out from here! One quick trip north and back! Easy coin!"
"I don't want easy coin! I want to fight!" declared Killer Frost proudly. "Why don't we just grab him ourselves?"
"…Well there is a bonus but that doesn't seem like a good idea." He noted, "I heard he has bandit friends in the area and he's trying to meet up with them. Might be a bit much for us too-"
"Pfft! We can handle it." Harley Quinn replied confidently, her tail swishing behind her as she stood up. "Come on! If we hurry we might get the jump on him… uh… who's the best tracker?" her gaze quickly shifted over the table… as if reading something-"OH!" she pointed to Killer Frost. "It's you! Hurry up and let's go!"
"I can cast a spell of perception," Zatanna replied as the three walked out, quickly followed by Mike Mightfoot. "That should give us a bonus chance to find him."
"Oh. Hey what's the half-orc's name?" asked Harley as Mike Mightfoot soured, Killer Frost kneeling outside the down, checking for tracks apparently.
"Kyle." He mumbled bitterly.
"…Doesn't sound very orc-y" Harley muttered but put on a jester's cap as they waited for Killer Frost to find a trail.
"Ah-ha! Finally!" declared Frost as she pointed off into the hills outside of town. "That way." Harley played a tune on her lute as they walked on, under the hill and over the hill and across the water… and by water, I mean a river into a forest…
"Hang on I got to see if I can find another trail… Apparently." Frost declared as she searched the forest for more tracks. "How hard could it be to find a half-orc in a forest?"
"Look do you want the money or not?" mumbled Mike Mightfoot crossly as Frost shrugged, searching the forest again as Harley continued to play inspirational tunes on her lute. Give a plus 1 to rolls.
"What?" asked Zatanna suddenly as Mike sighed.
"I said, maybe we should get out the bedrolls." He said as Zatanna absently stroked her black hair with her fingers.
"That's what I thought you said… maybe." She mumbled thoughtfully as Frost scowled.
"Will you both be quiet while I try to find a trail?"
1 hour.
"Anything?" asked Harley strumming.
"No."
2 hours.
"Now?" asked Zatanna
"No…"
3 hours.
"Okay I think it's time to find a clue or something." Mike Mightfoot declared.
"I can do this!"
4 hours.
"Okay. Grab her." Mike Declared as they grabbed her and held her down.
"Ah come on it's not my fault I'm unlucky at the moment!" Frost growled as Mike Mightfoot sighed as she calmed down. Zatanna and Harley sitting on her.
"Just… let ME. Look around. Alright?" Mike Mightfoot declared before darting away… he was gone for about thirty minutes before returning, jerking his thumb over his shoulder into the forest and asking dismissively. "How did you miss THAT?" he declared. The girls got to their feet and made their way through the trees and forest, climbed a small incline hill and gazed down into a small camp of about 10 to 15 orcs and half-orcs…
"…How did you miss that?" Zatanna and Harley asked as Killer Frost growled.
"…Ones are bitches…" she mumbled as they glanced into the camp, lying on the hill for cover as they saw Kyle, making his way into one of the tents as the other orcs rolled out barrels of wine or beer, cooking meat in the middle of the camp.
"…I think they're having a party…" Harley smiled, "…So… shall we head back?"
"PSffft! We could take em!" Killer Frost declared confidently.
"…I think I should take a look." Mike Mightfoot noted, getting to his feet. "They won't notice me." He said calmly, "So you guys stay here while I scout the camp… maybe we can pick them off one by one."
"I could come with, I think I can cast an invisibility spell."
"Yes but can it keep HER quiet?" he asked, jerking his thumb towards Killer Frost as she scowled irately at him.
"Good point." Zatanna sighed as Mike Mightfoot shifted down the hill.
"I'll be right back. Don't move." He said, visibly vanishing into the tall grass, it barely shifted as he shuffled through it.
"He going to be alright?" Harley asked, shading her eyes as she quickly lost sight of Mike Mightfoot. "I feel kinda bad leaving him alone…"
"Mike will be fine." Zatanna declared, "He once slipped through an entire village without anyone noticing… a camp of half-drunken orcs won't notice him…" she frowned suddenly. "Perception check?"
Harley blinked, then slammed her hand down on the rock. "Fuck. Where's Killer Frost?"
They quickly looked around and, judging from the slight commotion from the camp, and a half dozen orcs lunging onto a woman, they quickly put two and two together.
"Never split the party!" Zatanna mumbled as Killer Frost was quickly subdued and dragged into camp. "What do we do?"
"I don't know!" Harley mumbled. Blinking ahead as she big her black lips, "…Okay… I have an idea? But followed my lead." She grabbed Zatanna's hand and dragged her towards the camp.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Making money!" she hissed.
"Release me you dogs!" declared Killer Frost as she was carried into the middle of camp, held by four sturdy orcs by her arms and legs stretched out, "RAaagh!!"
Held down on the ground her arms were tied as a particularly large and barbaric-looking orc stomped out of the tent. "WHAT?!" he snapped angrily as one of the orcs who had restrained her jerk a thumb at her.
"Found this bitch sniffing around." He said as the orc leader loomed over her Kyle sticking his head out of the tent, drinking from a crudely carved cup of wine.
"…She's pretty hot…" he said grinning as the Orc leader grabbed her face and inspected her.
"…she is…" he grinned, "…Gag her. First, we feast, then we party!"
"YEAAAAAH!!"
"HOLD IT!" declared Harley, skidding into camp raising her hand and smiling prettily, "HOLD EVERYTHING!!" they STARED at her… all very, VERY confused… and when they were done watching Zatanna's big breasts bouncing in her cleavage exposing robe they returned their attention to the shapely tiefling with the poor taste in make-up.
"WHO the FUCK are YOU?" the orc leader asked incredulously, "And why the FUCK isn't anyone on watch?!" he added indignantly as many of the other orcs shrugged.
"They're pretty hot too!" declared Kyle, clearly drunk off his ass already… somebody had already broached all the wine casks. And he was already getting a refill.
"I… am the melodious and sensual Harllllll-iquin!" she said quickly, "Harlequin! The wandering jester. I'm sure an intelligent and prosperous orc such as yourself has heard of me?"
His men stared at him, as she rolled an epic bluff and persuasion check. "…Of… COURSE I have…" he declared proudly as the men nodded in agreement. Of course their boss would've heard of such a famous bard that they themselves had recently heard about. "…I know who you are… but who is this?" he asked staring suspiciously, and lecherously at Zatanna… mostly at her wobbling elven breasts.
Zatanna to her credit smiled prettily, ready to fire as many magic missiles as she could before she'd make a run for it. But Harley was on a roll, dropping natural 20's like a madwoman. "Why she is my lovely back up dancer… as is the woman you are restraining…" Zatanna, catching on quickly, struck a seductively playful pose, a hand on her hip as she worked that charisma score and blew a kiss to the other orcs.
"…SHE's a backup dancer?" he replied skeptically.
"…She's new." Harley replied as he sniffed irately as his second in command, pulling himself away from the open wine barrels as the rest began to relax, glared at Harley.
"And why did we find her sneaking around?!"
"…She's new?" Harley replied again shrugging, getting a few drinks in most of the men were readily believing her. "She's also our bodyguard, she was just checking out if you boys were having a party!" she said, strumming her lute as she skipped towards the big orc boss, "And how can you have a party without entertainment?" she added. "A couple of attractive dancing girls… some music?"
The orc boss rubbed his chin as Kyle took this opportunity to clap a hand firmly on Zatanna's shapely ass. "OOOoh… I like this dancing girl… come on Grof let's have some fun!" he declared as Grof snorted.
"For the low low price of a bag of coins and our lives, we'll give you an evening to remember!... if you don't drink to much." She added sweetly as the orcs laughed and toasted to the joke. Grof snorted, but waved for Killer Frost's release. She was unbound and shoved towards Harley and Zatanna as slowly they were surrounded. Grof pulled up a stool and sat on it.
"Well? Get to dancing!" he declared, "And someone bring me an ale barrel!" the camp roared their approval as the girls huddled.
"Well… now we're in it." mumbled Zatanna as she and Harley glared at Killer Frost who at least had enough dignity to look sheepish. "So what's the plan now?"
"Uh… I play, you two dance?..." she glanced around as it seemed every barrel of wine or alcohol was open now. "…And we wing it from there?" she mumbled sheepishly as Killer Frost snorted. "Look at the rate they're doing those kegs? At the very least we can get them so drunk they can't grip their swords…"
"Axes." Noted Killer Frost, eyeing her own resting at the Gorf's feet.
"Whatever!? And Really?" sneered Harley.
"Hey! I thought you girls were the entertainment!" roared the second in command, resting a hand on his axe at his waist. "Entertain already!" the crowd was getting rowdy.
"Okay just… shake it! We'll wing it!" Harley declared before abruptly turning, smiling, then strumming her lute to a quick little jig as Zatanna raised her hands, smiling nervously, and wiggling her hips subtly, but it still made her big breasts wobble in her robes as Killer Frost failed her Dex rolls and began to do little more than stomp around. However… considering most of these orcs were drunk and orcs… it just reminded them of home. They watched her firm ass in her hide armor as it jiggled in some sort of tribal stomp dance as Harley played louder and louder.
"Woooo!!" Kyle cheered, watching as Zatanna twirled gracefully around the fire her big breasts swaying in her robe as her hands sparkled with distracting magic. Making her body glow exotically as she smiled prettily, sliding her hands over her wiggling body as Gorf eyed her lecherously. And to her misfortune, he wasn't as drunk as she expected and she just wasn't fast enough. His hand slipped into her top, and yanked down her front, exposing her big elven breasts as she gasped, giving him a greedy eyeful as she managed to push down her disgust, give him a playful, scolding wag of her finger, before covering her nipples with her hands and dancing once more…
Turns out dancing topless pushed up her charisma, easier rolls. Working her hips more as she covered herself, unable to pause long enough to adjust her robes as she continued covering her nipples teasingly.
Killer Frost, noticing the attention Zatanna was getting with her tits out, but covered. Felt a bubbling jealously of rivalry inside her. She subtly unbuckled her armor and posed… finally making her performance checks as it fell to the ground with a clatter.
The orcs roared delightedly as shapely green breasts wobbled free as she danced around in little more than a loincloth and boots, chugging down more and more of the barrel's contents. Ignoring the fact that their dinner was burning as the girls continued to entertain. Twisting, jumping, twirling, and posing they kept out of grabbing range as some of the orcs even tossed coins at their feet.
"Come on take those hands off!" grinned a drunken Kyle, grabbing Zatanna's ankle as she sensually stepped past him. She kicked him in the face to the laughing crowd as she smiled prettily and strutted away, twisting her chest left and right to emphasize her big breasts as she covered them.
Now half-naked and writhing like primal elemental flame, Killer Frosts growled erotically as she waved her arms as if praising some ancient orchish god, shaking her breasts for a large group as they grunted and chanted eagerly. One, taking a deep swing of ale, delved his mug into the cask, scooping up more as he approached her. She didn't notice him her head back, her arms out, her breasts wobbling left and right on her shaking chest as the orc tilted the mug over her and let it cascading contents splash off her body.
"Ha-ha-ha!!" she laughed, grabbing the mug and drinking the rest… immediately feeling dizzy but successfully rolled a fortitude save as she shoved him away and shook her ass at him teasingly, skipping off to another group.
With the half-naked girls dancing around, nobody was really paying attention to the lute-playing Harley, and she was perfectly content with that, changing from jigs to slower songs to give the two as much of a break as she could, only to have to speed up again as the crowd became rowdier. She constantly kept looking for a way out of the camp, maybe some of the group as a little drunker than the others. She briefly watched Zatanna, her hand practically glued to her tits now, shaking her ass to a half-dozen orcs who stared lecherously at it, following it visibly with their heads. Before turning to Killer Frost, on the ground like a frog about to hop, bouncing her backside up and down and grunting like an animal as she tossed her hair wildly…
She was so distracted by her own distraction she didn't notice Gorf's powerful hand wrapped firmly around her waist and drop her onto her knee. Her lute twanged obviously, getting the girls to briefly stop before she recovered herself and played again. He held her tight around the stomach but not restraining her to keep her playing, to keep the girls dancing…
They were glistening with sweat now, the heat from the fire and constant effort of dancing for the rowdy orcs, dodging too eager hands as they wiggled and jiggled… Kyle, a kick to the face not a big enough deterrent to stop his drunken mind, crawled forward as a sweat, exhausted Zatanna wiggled her ass. His head and eyes following its movements before he buried it between her cheeks.
"EEK!" she yelped, and kicked him away as the orcs laughed. Kyle went down, snoring loudly, too drunk to keep his eyes open as he lied back on the ground. One of two of the weaker stomach orcs were dozing sleepily, drooling with their mugs and flagons hanging from their loosened hands. 12 was a lot better then fifteen.
"More! Keep dancing!" laughed Gorf, literally scraping the bottom of the barrel before calling. "More ale!" another barrel, already broached seemed to slide towards him. "Good work Blak!" but Blak the second in command was dozing with his head in a wine barrel.
"How about… a quick break?" Harley asked before her fingers began to bleed. "A few minutes?"
He scowled angrily at her, but luckily his consumption tempered his anger and made him a little more agreeable. "Fine…" he declared as the girls gasped for breath. The crowd grumbled angrily, "A few minutes won't kill you!" Zatanna, finally getting a break tried to adjust her dress. "Hey!" Gorf shouted, "Did I say you could cover up?" he slurred as Zatanna scowled, covering her breasts with one arm to at least free the other up to collect the coins scattered on the ground.
Killer Frost proudly displayed her body, flexing her muscles for the onlookers as they offered her a drink. Harley hoped the stuff wasn't that strong with the amount of slurring the orcs were doing.
"How come… you don't SING…" slurred Gorf as she jumped feeling his hand rub her stomach passively.
"What?" she jumped surprised.
"Sing! You just play music. Why don't you sing?"
"Uh… I sound like an alley cat?" she replied, he snorted. "I just like playing the instrument." She replied calmly as Gorf snorted.
"So you look weird and make noise?..." he grunted irately. "What a boring bard…" his eyes lowered from her painted face to her impressive chest wrapped in colorful clothes. He took another swig from his personal barrel. Before letting the mug drop and cupping her breasts.
"Aah-Hey!" she gasped as he easily ripped it open, her breasts bouncing.
"Your sexy little harlots have done all the work… so while they take a break…" he yanked her off his leg, the lute clattered on the dirt as he dragged her head towards his crotch by the horns. "You're going to keep me entertained."
"H-Hey!" she mumbled indignantly as he adjusted his pants. "I didn't agree to-Ooh…" she whimpered as a throbbing green cock shot from his pants, pulsating against her white face. She failed her will save.
"Suck my cock or I'll make your friends start dancing on coals." He sneered. Harley gazed up at him hesitantly… then opened her mouth.
"Ahh-ammmgh!" she shuddered as his tip slipped between her dark lips.
The crowd roared eagerly as their boss had his fun. "Ooooh…" Gorf groaned, "You're not using your throat anyway…" he sighed with a laugh, holding her by the horns as he guided her up and down his length. "Haa-aaahhhh…"
His thick orc cock stretched her throat as it slid intrusively deeper and deeper, her eyes widening as her tiefling tail swished behind her, thrashing like a dying snake as she buried her face into her sweaty crotch. "MMgnh-mmn!!" her head was jerked slowly back, "Gack-Ack…" she coughed and spluttered as his length pulsated, her breasts swaying slowly beneath her as she was dragged back forward. "MMmgh!" her hands curled in the dirt, on her hands and knees she wiggled her behind as the crowd cheered. Gorf blocking them all out as he pulled her back and forth. His green length smeared black with her lipstick.
"Uugh… uugh…" grunted Gorf, his head rolling back as he fucked her throat. "Ugh! MMGH!!" he delved into her throat, slamming her face over and over into his crotch as she gagged and slurped desperately around his pulsating meat.]
"Gluck! Gack!! Gulp!! GUclk!!" she spluttered as he roared his release, thick orc jizz spurted into her mouth. Cum oozed from her lips as he buried his length balls deep into her throat. Her eyes widened and rolled up into her head as he held her down, but she made her fortitude save and stayed conscious before he let her slide her lips back up his tip. Her tail had gone rigidly straight and uncoiled as she suckled on his limp green tip. Her make-up was running and smeared, but the sight of it made his cock throb between her lips.
"OOooh…" he sighed contentedly. She tried to pull away but he held her in place. "Are you done? If you are… then I guess the girls can start dancing again…" she gazed up at him, holding him between her lips as he drank heavily… sighing, she adjusted herself to sit on her knees, both hands around his limp cock as she tongued his urethra. "Haa…" he sighed as she tenderly suckled on his length.
It was only fair that she sucked on this big orc cock while Zatanna and Killer Frost recovered their strength… orcs were dropping by the second they only had to last for a little longer…
Then they failed a wisdom check.
"Hey! It's not fair you get to play boss!" declared one of the orcs and that one drunken declaration was enough to spoil the barrel. Harley tried to argue, but it was difficult to do a persuasion check to multiple orcs when it would currently only affect the one her lips were around. And even then that was only an encouragement.
"Wai-mmmgh!!" Harley was held on his cock, a hand wrapped around her horn as he dumped a mug of wine on her blonde hair, before refilling and raising it.
"PARTY!!"
Zatanna screamed in surprise as half a dozen hands were on her and she failed her Fortitude and reflex save, her arms were yanked opened and her robes were torn free exposing her silky elven body as green hands drunkenly caressed and rubbed her. "haa-Aahg!!" she gasped, trying to cast a spell but she failed the concentration check, and it fizzled as hands slipped to her pussy and a critical fail on her will save. "Haaaa-agh!" a massive orgasm ripped through her as they molested her someone was nibbling on her elven ears as her big soft tits were groped by what seemed to be everyone in camp.
Killer Frost briefly faired better, knocking out an orc with a lucky critical hit but she was tackled to the ground, her arms pinned to the dirt. "Fuck you! Let go!" she hissed as a large orc, already half-naked shifted his furred pants open and produced a thick green orc dick that made her flinch. "Shit."
Will save fail.
"FUUUCK!!" she cried out as he wasted no time in attempting to sire his children. Railing into her body as she thrashed in the dirt. "Haa-Aagh!! GAAAGH!!!" the orc restraining her arms knelt on her shoulders, pinning her down as she orgasmed from her rough fucking, and another green dick was stuffed between her own green lips.
"Ooooh!" he growled, sliding quickly into her jaw as her nose was buried into his sack, inhaling his orc scent as she failed ANOTHER will save and succumbed to her orchish female instincts, sucking hard on his orc girth as her womb was ravaged by another.
Harley was fairing no better, failing her strength checks as Gorf held her head firmly to his crotch. "MMgh!! mMNGH!!!"
"UGhh! OOoho!!" he roared, thrusting on her face before tossing her off his cock.
"Haag-h!!" she gasped rolling over to try and get some distance only for him to grab her leg and drag her back, he grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, tugging down her pants as she gasped. "Ahah!!" he viciously thrust his fingers into her pussy, forcing her to watch Zatanna and Killer Frost get violated by most of his gang.
"You love it! Listen to them!" he replied as Harley gasped, hearing Zatanna and Killer Frost moaning hungrily in pleasure. "Don't feel too bad." He groaned, pushing his cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing his wet erection between them. "This is just what women are for orcs…"
"Aaagh!!" she trembled as her ass was stretched by thick green meat. "Haa-Aaahh!!" and of course… she failed her will save. "YES!!"
Zatanna was lifted from the ground, her eyes rolling dazedly as she was suspended in the air by powerful orc arms. One hand was wrapped around a cock, as was the other, instinctively she began stroking both as her shoulders were supported by a pair of hands and a cock was shoved into her face as more hands groped and fondled her big elven tits... her pretty head was turned as a cock was stuffed between her lips, "Mmmhnh-mmmhg…" she was 'forced' up and down the meat as her legs opened wide. "MMMGH!!" to receive more cock. Her body had become a simple tool of lust made of elven meat. Her Mouth and pussy were thoroughly violated over and over by cock as her breasts bounced minimally on her chest, constantly being grouped would prevent maximum bounce.
"MMMGH!! mMngh!!" she moaned hungrily, her eyes rolling in her head dizzyingly as the intoxicating musks of alcohol, sex, arousal and orc musk added yet more penalties to her will save. "MMMMGH!!!" she orgasmed HARD… critical hit. Thick ropes of orc seed shooting across her stomach as she jerked them off in her hands.
"NNNMGH!! mMHG!! AAAGH!!" cum rope across Killer Frost's bouncing tits as the orc in her mouth pulled away and sprayed onto her. "Aghh! Agghh!!" she roared clawing at the ground as the orc inside her rammed deep into her. "NNNGh!!" and deposited his future orc pups before pulling out of her spasming pussy. Her initiative was low, so she was immediately grappled by bigger, harder orcs…
She stared up at the looming totems of orc meat as they cast a shadow over her, she grinned smugly and flipped them off. She could do little else. Her lower body was raised up, her shoulders still on the ground as her thick green legs flopped open wide. "Haaa-aagh!!" she shuddered, shaking in pleasure as two thick orc dicks stretched her ass and pussy, sliding unabatedly into her as the hollowed out her insides. "NNgh-nngh-mmnhg!!" she shuddered, her will save critically failing as she passed out from her MASSIVE orgasm.
Gorf's relentless fucking of her ass was quick, hard, and a flurry of blows. Half a dozen critical hits rampaged into her bowels as she was jerked back and forth, held tightly by the horns as her arms dangled uselessly as she was pumped hard from behind like a dog, her tail thrashing like a whip against his muscled body.
"Haaa-aaaahgh!! Aaaggh!!!" she squealed, failing several will saves as her tongue lolled from her smeared face. "Haa-afuck!! FUCK! My ass!!!" she cried out, clenching around him as he yanked her upright, burying his massive orc girth into her as she stood on her weak legs, clinging to him helplessly. "Haa-aagh…"
He groaned eagerly, "Who wants a taste of this one!?" he barked out as she spasmed on his cock. "I want her tighter than a torture rack!" he snarled into her ears as she trembled.
An orc, unable to get in on Zatanna's suspended ravaging quickly approached Harley with a raging hard on as she tried to shake her head, but since she was being held up by the horns. No such luck, "Haa-AAGH!!!"
Fortitude and Will critical fails as two massive orc cocks stretched her, she tightened and spasmed around them, going limp as her feet dangled an inch off the ground as they ground and grunted inside her. She grunted and twitched, her limbs dangling uselessly as if paralyzed as her mouth hung open, the corners twitching as she climaxed again and again.
"Nooooo~! Orc babiesssss!" cried Zatanna as she clenched tightly, her legs stretching out helplessly in the air as the orc in her pussy sowed his seeds. "Haaa-Aaagh… mmmmng…" cock was stuffed unceremoniously back into her sticky mouth as her lower body was dripped. "MMgh!" she grunted as they adjusted her onto her knees…
A pair of hands cupped her big soft elven tits as he squeezed them together. "Mmmgnh…" she moaned as he fucked them without hesitation, grinding faster and faster between them as more cocks were shoved into her face. "Mn-haah…" she opened wide, taking in another and another, but she couldn't suck them any faster if she wanted to… and she DID.. "MMMngh!! mMMNGh!! Ahh! MMMngh!!" her head moving around so quickly she was getting dizzy, a cock burst onto her cheek from her hand as another held her dark hair down on his cock, another got her from behind, bending her forward just enough to pierce into her pussy. "MMMMGNh!!"
"RAOOOAAGH!!" the orc between her tits pushed his hips to them and coated her face as she shuddered, dazed from the smell as the orc in her mouth finally drained his thick load as it oozed from her tight elven lips.
"MMmgnh… mmmn…" her eyes rolled and suddenly she was alone, apart from the orc behind her. She fell forward, exahsuted as he raised her hips up. "Haa-aah-aahh-aaahhh…" she grunted feebly as he slammed DEEP into her elven hole and let loose. Grabbing her hair and yanking briefly to pull himself deeper, then he was gone. Her holes oozing thick orc cum as half a dozen loads mixed on her body…
Wham-whomp-wham-whomp-wham-whomp.
In and out, in and out, the two orcs went into Killer Frost with abandoned, seemingly ignoring anything else including her own screams of pleasure as she trembled and clenched around their lengths. Gazing up at green ass as it wagged back and forth.
"Ughh!!" the orc in her ass pushed into her, "UUGh!!!" his load was thick and plentiful like he went a good ten years without going to a brothel. He sighed and fell forward exhausted against the orc still in her pussy. He grunted irately and shoved the other off with a pop from her tight gooey ass. A dollop of the other orc's jizz flicked onto his stomach… which irritated him… however instead of blaming the other orc for his sudden disgust he took it out on her pussy.
Ramming into it like a horny bull. His hands hooked under her legs and squeezed her firm green ass. "Aha-agah-aaagh-afuck-fuckfuckfuck!!!" she cursed, shaking as hit her so hard with his hips she lost hitpoints. "Aaaaggh-AGGGGGH!!" failing yet ANOTHER will save she shuddered wildly in pleasure, then went limp as he lifted her off the ground.
"Aarrargh!!" roaring spittle into the night sky as he seeded her. His cock pulsating deep into her as it oozed down into her womb. He let go, letting her body flop onto the ground as he sighed, stroking himself over her green body as another dollop of white viscous fluid splatted on her green tits…
"No more no more no more!!" Harley squealed, shrieking melodiously into the night as she climaxed.
"You can sing!" roared the Gorf. "How's her pussy!"
"Tight boss!" grunted the orc happily, pushing deep, "…Going to cum!" Gorf however suddenly shoved him away, he stumbled into the fire, shrieking in pain as the fumes of alcohol lit him like a matchstick. If any of his compatriots weren't so exhausted from fucking and drinking they might have cared as he ran off screeching for the river.
Gorf ignored him and ripped out of Harley's ass, she gasped in an exotic whimper as he smacked her ass hard. "aah…" she squeaked, shuddering in her previous failed will save before she was hurled onto the ground. She flopped onto her back as her legs were spread, lifted, and the full weight of the big orc boss was on top of her.
"Ahha-aaahg-aaagh!!" she cried out as he relentlessly pounded into her pussy, her legs flopping in the air as he pinned her to the ground, pulling her sore, reddened ass up to meet his meat as he delved into her Tiefling woman.
He drooled on her, literally foaming at the mouth as he grunted and groaned, ramming deep into her pussy again and again and again, "R-raaagh!! Take! My! LOAD!!"
Harley shrieked like a song bird as she went limp beneath him, clenching and tightening as her body failed her fortitude and will save. He clung tightly to her body, yanking her hair as he ground his hips hard into her, "Ugh…ugh…ugh…" she panted helplessly beneath him, shaking and shivering in pleasure as plentiful orc seed oozed from her pussy…
He grinned cruelly, his eyes blinking drunkenly as he slammed his hips painfully hard inside her one last time. "Aren't you glad I kept you all to myself?" he chuckled blearily before pulling out of her with a wet slurp. "Ooooh…" his cock dribbled onto her open tight as she lied on the ground twitching in pleasure. "After I taste your elven whore I think I'll keep you for myself!" he turned… and wobbled as he walked towards Zatanna, her stick ass still up in the air.
"Bring me that… that elf bitch…" he dropped to his knees, crawling towards her. "…I'm gonna… I'm… why is it… so… da-"
…The camp was quiet… the only movement was the twitching of the girls as Killer Frost made her fortitude save first. Crawling to her feet.
"…Are you two dead?"
"…No…" replied the other two exhaustedly. "…I need a bath." Added Zatanna irately, but again exhaustedly.
"…Are they dead?" Killer Frost asked, kicking one of the orcs and… sure enough, he wasn't breathing.
"They should be with all the poison they drank." Mike Mightfoot walked out of a tent, dragging a treasure chest behind him. "Seriously. What happened to staying out of sight?" he mumbled as the girls glared at him. but then they remembered it was Killer Frost's fault and glared at her instead. "You're lucky I bought all that sleeping toad dust…" he mumbled patting his now empty poison pouch, "…A good night's sleep in small moderations…" he kicked a dead orc. "A very… VERY long sleep in larger amounts. I slipped it into their barrels while you distracted them…"
"Oh good for you…" mumbled Killer Frost sarcastically. "So where have you been?"
"…NOT plowing you like fertile fields?" he added, before patting the treasure chest happily. "Oh don't look at me like that… I'll give you a fifth of whatever's in here…"
"A fifth!?"
"You're lucky I'm giving you a share at all miss IMPATIENT!" he replied indignantly as Zatanna and Harley finally managed to get to their feet. "Go tie up Kyle and lets drag him back to the town…" he then rubbed the chest as big as he was… "…I guess it's only fair that you two get top picks of loot." He said as they approached, sticky and smelly but he at least had the decency not to look offended. He wasn't plowed by an entire camp of orcs after all. "You did do the hard part…"
"Lots of hard parts…" Harley added, "But Zatanna did have the most…"
"Ugh don't remind me… I think one of them tried to cum in my nose." She added, closing one nostril with a finger and blowing, a dollop of cum and snot shot out. "Ugh I'm going to be smelling that for weeks!"
"…Will treasure help cure it?" smiled Mike Mightfoot as Killer Frost tossed the sleeping Kyle to the ground.
"…Only a little, but I'll need to take a lot more…" she added sweetly, hands on the lid and cracking it open. "It's a lingering diagnosis…"
Failed Perception check.
The lid of the treasure chest barked, growing teeth as a long slimy tongue as big as Mike Mightfoot shot out, wrapped horrifyingly around Zatanna, lifted her in the air and dragged her into the drooling maw of a mimic, screaming.
"Aaaaaagh!!" she shot up on the couch shrieking and she turned her head around confusingly.
"HOLY CRAP!!" Mike jumped on his couch next to her as she breathed heavily he whimpered, pausing the Five Nights at Froggy's VI gameplay. He clutched his chest. "IZZY!!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" she breathed, rubbing her face. "Ugghhhh post-gaming jumpscare…" she noted as Mike sighed, taking deep breaths.
"Froggy's Izzy we're playing Froggy's could you NOT JUMPSCARE!" he shouted. Both managed a feebly chuckle, as they relaxed in Mike's apartment… they had just introduced Mel and Leslie to DnD a couple of hours ago… and while Mel might not want to play a bard again, they did make arrangements for a bigger campaign with their regular group James, Terry and Mike II… that'll be fun. Mike sighed, taking another breath. "…Was I a halfling rouge again?"
"Yeah actually." She mumbled, "Mike Mightfoot…"
"…Huh…" he shoved the controller gently but abruptly into her soft chest and crossed his arms. "You. Your turn. Stay awake, this was your terrible idea." She smiled, unpaused the game, and was immediately jumped by an angry frog animatronic as they screamed.
"NOPE!" declared Mike with a cracked voice, jumping getting up from the couch. "NOOOOPE! Calling Joy! I need someone to hold me that's dependable!" he declared as Izzy laughed nervously… at least she wasn't feeling sleepy anymore.
Dream or Nightmare?