Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby Part 3

Hey pervs! I'm not gone, I've just been working a lot and keeping myself free of nasty little diseases. This one should have been posted awhile ago, but you know how things go. Look at my line work, it's still all wavy. I've since found ways to not be so shaky. You'll see in the next one. I loved drawing this one, "Conquests of Orcs" is one of my favorites to draw. I hope you enjoy this very non-safe for work version of the front cover.

"Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby - Part 3"

     “A princess, you say? And an elf—” Dar’Tok grinned, revealing his sharp orcish teeth. The chains attached to the wrists of the pregnant elven girl clanked as she shifted from the mentioning of another of her species, especially, that of a princess. Her face flashed bright red from the shame and embarrassment of having been captured by this beast, and for having now carrying his child.

     Celyna stepped slightly forward again, however, was careful not to get within reaching distance of the sigil that still burned on the sanctuary’s floor. It was a sigil that was powered by faith and Celyna’s faith was unresolved. “I order you to release everyone and leave this place, else risk the wrath of Falling Leaf!”

     Dar’Tok laughed as he grabbed Nysee’s breast. Her belly was still bulging from having received the orc’s and cock hound’s seed. She shook, as his touch caused a stray orgasm to ripple across her body. The other orcs, hearing their leader laugh, decided to join in the joke – whatever that was.

     “My men have captured this temple, and everything inside belongs to us. It is you, who will surrender to us.” He grabbed Nysee by her hair, dragging her up to her feet in order to display her luscious breasts and swollen belly. “I will spare this whore’s life, if you surrender to me now. Otherwise, should you fail, I’ll slit her throat right here.”

     The elf gasped. She looked to her fellow priestesses and swallowed hard. A begging question entered her mind and she asked, “How do I know that you won’t kill her the moment I exit the circle?” Celyna was frightened for Nysee, but she needed reassurances that her friend would not be harmed.

     “May Ookrish, the Bloody Hand, rip out my heart if I am lying.” He licked the side of Nysee’s face and she cringed. “Better think fast or the deal will expire and this cunt’s blood will drench the floor.” He pulled out a long jagged dagger and displayed it so that Celyna could best see it.

     With an inhalation of breath, a frightful look at the elf slave chained around Dar’tok’s neck, she gently touched the hand of one of the reluctant nun’s who did not wish to see her go as a means to reassure her, before she stepped out of the circle. 

     Despite her small size, Celyna started hard at the orc leader. She did her best not to look at her used naked friend, and hoped that her determination and confidence would somehow shake the beast’s resolve. However, Dar’tok grinned at her and tossed Nysee aside. She clamored to the floor, yet quickly looked up to see what horrors would befall her elven friend.

     Nysee was relieved that she was no longer in the orc’s clutches, and her swollen belly made her feel heavy and unable to defend herself if the need rose. However, she was upset that Celyna had stepped out of the circle and what’s worse, is that she revealed herself as royalty. The one thing that Nysee knew about orcs, was their obsession with royalty.

     Dar’tok reached around his neck and unfastened the mechanicsm which held the pregnant elven slave in place. With a click, the chains and the elven girl fell to the floor in a heap. The crash sounded like it had bruised her, but the elf didn’t even release a painful wince. She remained on the floor, battered and used. The orc stepped closer to the elf, up until he was but a foot in front of her. She continued to hold her stare and defiance. With a quick motion of his arm, his enormous hand gripped around her throat and hoisted her into the air so that the elf’s stare could be on the same eye-to-eye level as the orc’s.

     “Today is your lucky day, royal slut. As I am going to make you my whore bride.” With his other hand, Dar’tok grabbed Celyna’s collar and yanked down with such strength that the fabric of her holy vestments tore and pulled off of her body. Celyna choked a squeak of surprise as her clothes fell away from her body so easily.

     Celyna’s undergarments were far more risqué than the St. Lyril’s would have preferred. The cotton panties and bra that were customary were too itchy for Celyna’s likes, and preferred the elven silks that her people produced in Falling Leaf. They were beautiful enough, or perhaps lust inspiring enough, that Dar’tok left them in place. With a single finger, he pulled on her bra so that the silk would slip beneath her breasts, causing them to pop out. Having witnessed the previous acts of debauchery, Celyna’s nipples were as hard as they have ever been and Dar’tok smiled wickedly to himself.

     “Looks like you’re ready for a good fucking, cunt.” With the same finger he brushed Celyna’s g-string aside and positioned his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy.

     Celyna shook her head, fearful of the massive size of his cock which pulsed from his heartbeat. The orc’s baby maker was thicker than her arm, and nearly just as long. It was at least 16 inches, if not more, with a girth that would make a horse blush. The tip of his head held a purplish tint and his shaft was as green as the rest of him though covered in thick veins. Despite being choked, Celyna was able to breath as his hand placed the majority of his pressure beneath her jaw. She tried to struggle, pulling her hands up to pry at his fingers, while another tried to cover her own sex, but his other hand swatted her away.

     With a grunt and a powerful thrust, Dar’tok pushed himself into her cunny causing her to arch her back as the pain and pleasure bolted across her body like a stampede of wild stallions.

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Pumpkin Hearts, I - Too Familiar

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I have been really getting into the Halloween spirit and wanted to write something that was themed to that.  You know me, we all can't have a good story without it having to do with someone being impregnated.  I've included a sample of it below and if you like it, you can always show me some love by buying the whole thing, or maybe some of my other stories as well. 

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“Pumpkin Hearts, I – Too Familiar

She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose.  “What went wrong?” She asked herself after coughing a few times. 

The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back.  She must have hit her head as she fell unconscious.  She had no idea how long she had been out.  She tried to lift herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.  Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that stretched out across the floor behind her. 

She heard a snap of someone’s fingers and her legs were pulled apart by some tremendous force.  She tried to squirm but the magic that held her was powerful.

“Release me! I, Calpurnia Inkveld, demand you release me at once!” She commanded with agrivation.

The candles that had been extinguished by the spell’s backlash suddenly ignited with an eerie green flame.  From the illumination, she was able to make out a shadow in the smoke of her room.  It was thin around the waist, with long arms and legs.  Its fingers were long like a spider’s legs and its head was topped with horns that curled back and then up.  It stalked closer to her and the smoke parted, revealing its crimson skin, luscious breasts and long girthy cock that dripped with cum.  The creature’s eyes flashed with a green light.  “Scream as loud as you like, it is like music to my ears.  No one will be able to hear you but me.”

  

Calpurnia adjusted her corset which pushed up her C-cup breasts so that her cleavage was far more apparent.  She wore a short black skirt that came to the midpoint of her thighs and had some cute black lace underwear that showed off her plump ass.  She enjoyed admiring herself in the mirror, especially with her hourglass frame that drove all the other witches mad with lust.  She had considered casting a few alluring spells on her to see how far she could press the envelope before someone raced to rip her clothes off, but she was too afraid of what the grand witch would do to her.  She had heard some pretty seething tales about witches who used their magic against other witches which included some fairly black tentacles from a beast from one of the deeper planes.  She cringed just thinking of such a foul abomination using her like some cheap fuck doll to lay its eggs in. 

She pursed her lips at the mirror in front of her to show off her purple lipstick and eye shadow that she had only put on not but a few moments ago.  She pulled back her shoulder length straight black hair and shifted the brim on her witch hat. 

“I have to look amazing when summoning my familiar, and from what I can see, you look smoking hot.”  She told herself in the mirror.  Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on her boots with the curled tips to them simply for aesthetic purposes.  They made her look incredibly sexy but at the same time they were absolutely worthless when it came to practical purposes.  She used to joke with her fellow witches that these were the “I hope I’m not chased shoes”. 

Calpurnia turned back to the candles that encircled her pentagram and sigils she had drawn in crow’s blood on the floor of her bedroom.  The wax was dripping down the lengths of their shafts and it made her think about this well-endowed warlock she had met during the summer intensive at Misty Lake Retreat.  She was still in the first few chapters of her “Introduction to Hexes” textbook.  She had placed a spell on him, quite half-cocked that it caused his to grow to such proportions that it made him drip pre-cum for nearly half the day. 

Tonight, however, she was attempting something far more advanced.  A lot of other witches were content with common familiars such as a toad, a cat or maybe even a rabbit – but Calpurnia knew that she deserved better.  She came from pure blood witches and had a strong legacy to uphold.  After spending some time in the forbidden section of her library, or as her Auntie used to put it, the “Spells unfit for common rabble” section.  She knew that finding the right familiar would only benefit her in the long term.  There was one particular familiar summoning spell that she was fond of, which was summoning a demon from one of the dark hells.  Once bound to her, it would be her slave and do her bidding.  It was far more intelligent, and held far more magical power than the other familiars.  She knew this had to be one!

She laid the book next to her and thumbed through the pages until it reached the chanting portion of it.  Calpurnia had already set out all the other spell components that she needed in order to make this work.  She clapped her hands together three times and tossed a pinch of volcanic ash into the center of the circle.

“Dor’ah-tor-le ah comebra eskew!”  She chanted as she grabbed a chicken’s egg from a nearby basket and broke it into a bowl.  She then took her ceremonial dagger that her mother had gifted to her on her first day at Pumpkin Hearts School for Witches, and sliced open her hand.   She allowed the sanguine fluid to drip off her palm and splatter onto the egg.  With a few additional chants, her blood began to glow a crimson color before she reached across the pentagram on the floor and poured the contents overtop the volcanic ash. 

As soon as the components touched, there was an explosion of smoke.  The pentagram burst into a hellish flame and a force, as if all of time and space had been torn asunder, knocked her to the ground.  Her head hit the floor with tremendous impact and all went black. 

She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose.  “What went wrong?” She asked herself after coughing a few times. 

The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back.  She must have hit her head as she fell unconscious.  She had no idea how long she had been out.  She tried to lift herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.  Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that stretched out across the floor behind her.  

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The Goblin Warrens

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Camilla and her husband, Umaris, are sent to root out a goblin and destroy it before it breeds. Tracking it to a cave, they find that the goblin is no easy prey. Camilla and Umaris are taken by surprised, captured and become victims to the demon's insatiable lusts. The once fearless adventurers become slaves to the Goblin Warrens. Umaris finds out the potent chemicals in goblin semen has the ability to modify his body into a form fit for pregnancy, while Camilla is ravaged as she swells with the goblin's child. 

"The Goblin Warrens" is an erotic short-story composed of 6,080 words involving voyeurism, cuckold, reluctance, impregnation, male anal, body modification and bondage.

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The Goblin Warrens

By A. Rainy Dwyer

Copyright © 2017, A. Rainy Dwyer, All Rights Reserved

Published in Digital Format

             Hey perverts! It’s me, Rainy, and welcome to my first ever published erotica short story entitled, “The Goblin Warrens”.  I’m super excited to share this with you.  It contains a lot of my own fetishes! If I had my way, I’d be tied to a bench and gang fucked by monsters over and over again until I was pregnant.  That’s some pretty sick stuff, right?  Don’t be judgy!  I get off on those kinds of things. 

             It should go without saying that this book contains mature content of the sexual kind.  If you’re not into voyeurism, cuckold, bondage, reluctance, rape, blowjobs, impregnation, anal punishment, birthing, body modification and many other twisted things that I like to write, then you probably shouldn’t read this – especially if you are under 18 years old. 

Disclaimer

             All characters are the byproduct of my personal fantasies are not in any way based of people, places or events that have happened in real life.  Wouldn’t that be fucked up if it had? Also, all my characters were nice and provided consent to each other before exploring this sexual theme.  Sex should never be non-consensual – that’s real rape guys – so be sure you don’t hurt other people and be safe.

The Goblin Warren

Umaris' eyes fluttered open and he was immediately besieged by a pain that echoed fiercely in his head.  His vision clouded and blurred.  He could feel that he was still in the caves, the cold stone floor bled through his leather armor as if it were cloth.  The area was lit by torch light.  He was able to make out the familiar form of his wife, Camilla huddled on the ground.

The two of them weren't alone.

A goblin held her by the throat from behind her, as its large bulbous nose sniffed her hair.  She tried to turn from it with disgust but its grip made it difficult for her to move.  She had sandy blonde hair that was now loose and hung just below her breast plate.  The goblin, took a serrated blade and made a few slices against the straps on her back and kept her plate mail in place before it dropped to the floor.

Camilla shuddered as the clank of her only protection against the goblin was now in a heap on the ground.  She had spent the morning wrapping her chest to keep her breasts from getting in the way of battle.  Should would have stopped the beast, had her hands not been tied behind her.

The goblin bared its wicked teeth in a smile as it dropped its knife, exposed her neck, and drew his slimy tongue up it, leaving behind a line of spit that glistened with the firelight.  The creature smelled dirty and musky, and its aroma forced its way into her nostrils, enough where it made her want to vomit from the stench.  With the goblin's free hand, it grabbed her straps on the front of her chest and yanked down her bindings enough were her left breast bounced out.  It was full, luscious and her nipple was erect from the chill of her being so deep below the earth.  The goblin ran its palm over her nipple and cupped it with its gnarled hand. 

"Human bitches have such nice tits."  The creature said with a guttural voice that sounded like sand paper against stone.  It squeezed her C-cup breast a few times and then pinched her nipple hard enough it caused Camilla to squeal.  "These are perfect for feeding goblin babies."

Umaris tried to get off the floor to kick the filthy goblin's face in, but his hands didn't get far.  His wrists were manacled and nailed into a wooden post just above his head.  His fingers quickly shifted into the cuffs of his tunic, where he kept a couple bobby pins that he could use to pick the lock, but realized they had been taken.  His chest burned with hatred for the evil devil that must have ambushed them from before.  Despite his best efforts, he wasn't going anywhere.

The goblin laughed at Umaris' as he finally realized their predicament.  It moved around her arm and leaned slightly forward to lick the side of Camilla's breast.  It then pulled her nipple into its mouth where it sucked on it mercilessly.  The goblin was rough.  She could feel its teeth as it teased her, and its bumpy tongue as it rolled over her.  She tried not to let her sensitivity get the better of her.  It felt like a shock of electricity coursed through her and down to her sex.  She couldn’t believe that her body was giving into the attentions of this creature, especially in front of her husband.  She blushed because of her body’s betrayal.  She wanted to escape, worried that she’d accidentally give this demon some satisfaction, but her legs were also tied.  Camilla was completely at the creature's mercy. 

"I swear I will kill you!" Camilla shouted as she tried to thrash away from the creature's suckling.  Despite that she was twice its size, the goblin's strength was like iron as it’s hold kept her in place.  To further exert its dominance, the goblin squeezed on her throat harder.  She let out a gasp as she felt the air escape her. 

"You're mine now, whore!  I defeated you and your pathetic human male.  You're both my prisoners and I'll do with you as I please."  The goblin picked up its knife and pulled it up to her face.  "Resist me, and I'll start cutting off pieces from your man over there. We'll throw them into a pot, cook them and eat them while he's still alive and watching."

Camilla stopped trying to escape, a tear escaped her eye, but she did everything to maintain a defiant glare. 

"I like fiery bitches.  It makes this even more sweeter, because soon you'll be making a completely different face once I'm done with you."

The goblin placed the knife back on the ground and released her neck.  Its hand wrapped around and pulled down the bindings to her right breast, exposing her other tit to the dampness of the cave.  He gripped it as well and kneaded it between his fingers.  His nose sniffed at her again, this time drawing in as much of her scent as he could.  As it inhaled, it felt as if Camilla's breath was further sucked out of her.  She felt herself being drawn into the goblin, as if it was absorbing her essence.

"Yes - you smell just like a slut." The goblin claimed with a smile.  He brought his lips up to her ear and whispered to her.  "You're going to do everything I say, or your male will suffer.  Do you understand?"

Camilla's chest was heavy.  She knew that the goblin wasn't bluffing, it was well-known that his kind held no love for humans.  She imagined it slashing away at Umaris, watching as his fingers fell lifeless to the floor and consumed by their tormentor. "Yes."  She muttered beneath the fire that was burning inside her from its attention to her breasts caused her heart to race.   

"Good." It whispered.  "Because, you're going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop."

Umaris’ pulled against his manacles and he tried to lean as much as he could off the ground in order to snap the iron links that kept him chained to the post but it did him no good. 

The goblin only smiled at him, knowing that watching his woman swallow his member would cause him considerable anguish.  The pain it would cause to the male only made its cock harder. 

It twisted both of her nipples and released her entirely by tossing her to the floor.  He pulled back his loin cloth and revealed his manhood to both of them.  It was thicker than the hilt of Camilla's sword and at least 9 inches in length.  Its balls hung loose and swayed between its legs, at least three times the size of an average human male.   

The goblin grabbed the back of Camilla's head and pushed her face closer to his demonic dick.  She could see its head glistening with the torch light as it already had expelled pre-cum that drizzled down its shaft. She could smell its funk as it assaulted her nostrils.  It was musky, smelled like urine, and as if it hadn't been bathed in over a month.  With a thrust from its pelvis, the goblin pushed the head of its cock against her quivering lips.  Camilla resisted only momentarily, and then remembered that it wouldn't take much before the goblin could grab its knife again. A voice deep inside her, from the darkest section of her mind, demanded that she opened her mouth to taste its dick. 

           She opened her mouth and the goblin pushed himself inside her.  


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