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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Atomic Boom! Boom!

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It's me again! I thought I'd drop a bomb in your lap! Like... an atomic bomb! LOL!

Recent video game releases have inspired me to make my own atomic fallout wonderland filled with all sorts of mutants, raiders and sci-fi goodness that'll - hopefully - keep you checking back.  Any time you purchase one of my stories you're telling me what ones you want to see more of.  So treat yourself to some fapping!

As you are well aware by my previous posts, Amazon and Smashwords don't allow for smutty covers.  So I've made them extra smutty for you and you don't have to pay a dime - unless you really want to - check out the story below if you think it's in your kink range.

“Atomic Boom Boom – Issue 1”

“War… War is bad.  That would be doubly true had we actually been at war with each other.  Two US officers got their freak on in a nuclear silo.  Officer Riley’s ass landed on the big red button and launched an atomic missile carrying a payload of 30 kilotons across the Atlantic and smack dab in the center of Paris – City of Love.  Everyone could hear it, the sex that is, not the detonation. It just so happened that the atomic silo had used a decommissioned communications tower as cover from potential identification, and good old Riley’s ass must have hit the one switch and cranked up the output.  The entire population of the Imperial States of America got to witness the end of the world to the soundtrack of Officer Riley’s moaning on their radio.  We still have the recordings.  Paris retaliated and boom, goodbye world.”

She shoved her robot cock deep into my snatch, filling it end to end with a thickness that I hadn’t experienced before.  Her voice modulator crackled as it shifted into a deeper bass, “You’re mine now, you filthy cunt.  I’m going to fuck my mutant babies into you!”

Well even before she had lined it up to my pussy, I had become extremely wet.  I had been anticipating this since earlier this morning and I knew walking into this room what was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. 

The robot grabbed my raven colored hair. My only green highlighted tress escaped her grasp and fell directly into my eyes. Her other free hand slapped my ass extremely hard and I yelped with both pain and shocking pleasure.  I tried to escape from her grip, but my hair held firm and so too did her hold.  The automaton pulled her cock out only to thrust it back in again, to reinforce her dominance over me and by punishing me with her full length.  I felt the tip of her cock slam against the entrance to my womb and I moaned with extasy.

“That’s right, you slut! Take my cock! Take it as deep as it can go!” The mechanical woman demanded with ferocity.  Her pace picked up, causing the silicone member to thrust in and out of her like a hydraulic piston.  Except, in this case, it wasn’t hydraulic at all – it was atomic powered.  A fuel source that would last several lifetimes before ever needing to be replaced, which meant that her robot master would be able to fuck her until she died. 

The thought of it caused a warmth to spread across my body.  A pressure built up inside and it came with a scream as I came from the robot’s administrations. 

“You came already?!” Chided my captor. “You need to be punished!  Setting difficulty to level 15!”

“No! Please not that!” I cried out.  “I didn’t mean to!”

“Too late whore!” The robot shouted.  She shoved her cock to its farthest length inside of me before pausing.  I knew what was about to happen so I prepared myself as best as I could.  I heard the intake vents draw in a heavy stream of air, the whirring of fans, then the extension of her cock growing in length and in thickness.  I felt it stretch my insides, filling me more and more with such a grandiose cock I thought my insides were going to burst.  It felt as if her dick was thicker than my arm.  Suddenly, as the inhalation of the robot’s vents ceased, I could feel the shifting of the tip of her cock to flare like that of a stallion.  Her balls had also swelled and dropped into a larger sack.  “Mutation complete.”

Tears welled in my eyes from the overwhelming sensation of that robot’s cock growing inside me and a loud moan escaped my lips as the robot withdrew her cock several inches from my cunt only to shove it back inside of me.  She pushed even harder than she had before, knowing full well that the hardness and length of her cock was enough to breach my uterus.  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt the tip of her flare force its way into my cervix.  It pushed even farther inside my wet snatch, until reaching the back wall of my womb. 

“Now, it’s time you breed you!”  She said as she pumped into me harder and faster.  Her mechanical body was powerful, allowing her to provide long and fast strokes to maximize my pleasure, as well as her own.  “I’m going to fill your womb with my seed.”

“Please—” I managed to struggle out between gasps for air and as endless fonts of extasy swarmed through every inch of me like wasps. “Don’t—”

There was nothing that I could do.  She had me in such a hold that I couldn’t escape.  Even if escape was possible, she was stronger and faster than me.  She would be on top of me in a matter of seconds.  I was her fuck toy, and soon to be the mother to whatever horrific concoction of mutant seed she had stored up inside her. 

Her hand encompassed my left tit and she squeezed, which only caused me to squeal as she pounded my insides with her massive mutant cock.  I felt the blackness creeping into the sides of my peripheral, knowing that in a few moments I could potentially lose consciousness. 

I felt the build up in the base of her shaft, the pressure that had been slowly gathering inside her balls was now about to explode within me. 

“Get pregnant, whore!” She shouted as her cock erupted with a stream of hot semen as it blasted the insides of my womb.

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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. 

I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

“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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