Page 34 of Storms & Sacrifice
He moves in and out slowly at first but picks up speed until he’s shallowly fucking my face. All I can see from this angle is the bottom of his cock, his balls, and his legs, and if it weren’t for Nylan’s weight on top of me, I might forget there was someone else here at all. At least until I feel a cool, slippery finger snaking its way toward my hole. Judging from Nylan’s moans, I bet Ragnar is doing the same.How long have they been planning this?
The feeling of my ass getting filled, even with fingers, is not an unpleasant one; my moans join Ny’s. I’d love to imagine the picture the four of us make right now, but all I can focus on is the feeling of being filled at both ends, the smell and taste of Ragnar’s cock, and the low thrum of the music in the background. I’m feeling warm and maybe a little tingly, and I’m not sure when that started, butsomething’shappening.
Above me, I hear and feel Ragnar give Nylan a tap on the ass before shuffling back from my head. The elf rolls off me to the side, releasing his own hold on my owner’s dick. Before I have a chance to move, I’m gathered up until I’m straddling my Sir’s lap, his wet cock slapping up against me.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, searching my face closely.
“Good, I think.” I’m sweating, but not in a bad way. Everything feels just a little heightened. Even Khazak’s hands stroking my skin have a spark to them. “Warm, kinda tingly.”
“Hmm, your pupils are dilated, so I would say the ruhax has taken effect.” He smiles, drawing me in for a kiss before pushing me tolay back.
My legs are lifted to his shoulders as he shuffles closer on his knees. Turning my head, I can see Nylan having the same done to him, giving me a grin when he looks over. I can see what Khazak means about pupils—Nylan’s are blown wide. Above us, the sheer white of the tent canopy is bathed in blues and purples as the light stones outside glow. I feel the slick head of Khazak’s cock pressing against my hole only moments before he breaches it.
I moan as my owner stretches me open once again, looking up at his furry muscled chest and stomach. He keeps pressing forward until he’s fully inside of me, only pausing for a moment before he pulls back and begins to fuck. I don’t know if it’s the drug or maybe our warm-up earlier in the day, but it only takes a few strokes before I can feel the pressure of my first orgasm startingto build.
“Shit, already?” Ragnar asks as I fall over the edge a couple of minutes later.
“I told you,” Sir hums appreciatively, rubbing his hand along my stomach. “He has only gotten more responsive the longer I have known him.”
As if to prove his point, Khazak takes his time fucking me through four more. At first his hands are tight on the backs of my legs, pressing them to my chest as he pumps himself in and out of me. Between orgasms #2 and #3, he flips me onto all fours, hands gripping my waist tightly as he pulls me back onto his dick. I can barely form a coherent thought with all the sensations running through my body.
Not sure how long we’ve been at it now, but I earn a break of sorts after that. I’m pulled backward onto Khazak’s lap, his length still lodged firmly inside of me. I whimper as the thick trunk of his meat is jostled, pressing harshly against my prostate, but then a hand on my chest is stroking gently, a water flask held to my lips. Open mouthed kisses are pressed to my neck and shoulders, Sir’s tusks butting gently against my skin.
Once things are calmer, he starts to rock himself into me gently. It’s much less intense and much less likely to have me cumming uncontrollably, which is exactly what I need right now. I relax, resting against Sir’s shoulder and almost dozing.
“You know, all these years it’s been me sharing my avakesh with you.” Ragnar’s voice has me lifting my head sometime later, looking across at the couple seated similarly to us. “Seeing as you already let that old perv Flamemaul go first, it seems only fair that I get a turn.”
“I’d like to see that,” Nylan adds with a horny smile.
There’s something about Ragnar’s words, the way he casually asks Sir to use me, that has a familiar heat pooling in my stomach. The fact that his own slave and lover is on board certainly doesn’t dissuade me. I turn my head to look at Khazak to see he’s already looking back at me, contemplatingan answer.
“That ‘old perv’ is the same age as your boy there, but I suppose that is fair.” With just thehintof a sadistic glint in his eye, Sir lifts me from his lap, his length slipping out of me as he pushes me overto Ragnar.
His lap now elf-free as Nylan crawls over to Khazak, I climb onto Ragnar, straddling his waist, his cock grinding against mine. I’m not exactly sure how he wants me, but this seems like a good place to start.He’s not telling me no.A hand on the back of my neck draws me closer, his mouth meeting mine. His other goes to my ass, squeezing as he grinds our crotches together, making me moan into his open mouth.
The hand on my neck joins his other on my butt to lift me higher, letting his cock slip behind me. One arm around his neck, I take the initiative and reach back to guide him toward my hole.What? I wanna know how he measures up.
I’ve been in this position before with Khazak, but it’s still a little awkward finding the right angle. There’s a brief moment where I’m grumbling into Ragnar’s mouth, but once I find it, I sink right down. He’s not as thick as Khazak, I already knew that, butwow,he has this slight curve up that strokesrightover that one spot. I shudder as I make my way to the base. Then the hands on my ass are grabbing and lifting me before dropping merightback down.
“Fuck,” I curse, breakingour kiss.
“Don’t mind if I do.”Ugh, he’s worse than me.
His hands still on my ass, he uses them to hold me up slightly, and with the extra space, he snaps his hips up to meet mine. I yelp, bracing myself against his shoulders as he fucks up into me. I feel my dick between us, half-hard and occasionally slapping against his skin. He doesn’t tire of his position or pace, pausing occasionally only to take a quick breather. It doesn’t take long before I can feel myself building to another climax—the first one not brought onby Khazak.
“Gonna...cum,” I feel the need toannounce.
“Fuck yeah,” Ragnar growls, unable to stop himself from fucking me a little faster.
Still gripping his shoulders tightly, I look past him and outside the tent. For the first time, I notice there are figures walking around. I wouldn’t exactly call it a crowd, but there are definitely people gathering, walking around, and peering into tents like very public peeping toms. It seems that is the intention, in fact. And of course, just as I finally feel myself cresting over the edge, just as Ragnar slams me down onto his lap to really feel my hole spasming on his length, I lock eyes with someone lookinginto ours.
I think that might have made me cum even harder than usual.
The people don’t go away as Ragnar pounds into me, but I stop looking at them, worried I’ll feel too self-conscious to continue. I close my eyes, pulling back to kiss Ragnar more as my hips begin moving of their own accord. I manage to wring one more out of myself while riding his pole before he takes back control, which I remember is something I really, really like.
I’m a little fuzzy as to how long Ragnar has me to himself, but at some point, we move. Nylan is now in the center of the tent, lying on his stomach. I am also in the center of the tent, right on top ofandinside of Nylan.Another first!Ragnar kneels in front of us, his thick and angry looking cock being passed back and forth between our mouths. Behind us, Khazak is bent over, face to my ass as he laps at my hole, his hands on my hips driving me in and outof Nylan.
I nuzzle down against Nylan’s neck, gently nipping at his pointed ear as my hips pump up and down above his ass. I’m starting to get overwhelmed by the sensations: the warm thick tongue prodding at my hole, the tightness around my cock, the sounds from Nylan’s mouth (when it isn’t stuffed withorc dick).
