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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Ballet Night School - Part 1, Newcomer

   

I've always had a fondness for ballet and vampires so I figured, why not combine the two? So here it is, Ballet Night School, where a girl gets the chance of a lifetime to dance for a ballet company which turns out to be infested with vampires. When the vampires claim her, she becomes more than just a meal.

“Ballet Night School, Part 1 – Newcomer”

Kattie was no stranger to ballet.  She had been taking lessons since she was four years old.  Every summer growing up, she had gone to ballet intensives and eventually was invited to a conservatory where she continued her education.  Her dream had been cemented for her at a young age, she wanted to – no, needed to – become a professional ballerina, which was why she was absolutely elated when her audition video was selected over hundreds of others of candidates to join the Les Danseurs de la Nuit for an opportunity to be placed within their dance company. With enthusiasm bustling in her cheeks, Kattie moved to Harbor City where she prepared herself to meet with destiny. 

As a student, while her tuition was paid for, the company did not give her much for living expenses.  She was placed with another student, a few years her senior, where she would be sharing an apartment together.  The building was made of brick, was old, and not in the best of neighborhoods.  The windows looked awful as the paint was peeling around the edges and the first three floors had bars to keep intruders out.  The front doors were heavy, and it was difficult for her to navigate her bags through the vestibule and into the hallway.  She looked at her phone that gave her instructions on how to reach her designated apartment. 

“Take the elevator to the 5^th floor.  Number 57.”

The elevator, guarded by a pair of iron gates that looked more like a cage than a means to reach the higher floors, just so happened to have an “Out of Order” sign on it. 

Katie sighed at the inconvenience, but was determined to make the best of it.  If she truly proved her worth, it wouldn’t be long before her pay would increase and she’d be able to afford somewhere better.  This was temporary, she reminded herself. 

After fighting her bags up five stories, and with some missing breath, she managed to reach her apartment door.  She was already provided the keys, which came to her in the mail, but she decided to knock regardless.  The entire building was abuzz with a variety of different sounds, TV shows, a couple arguing, a baby crying, and someone was getting laid and wasn’t ashamed of letting their neighbors hear.  It all made her feel uncomfortable and a touch of anxiety worked its way into her chest.  When no one came to answer, Katie tried the doorknob and was relieved that it was unlocked.

As soon as the door swung open, her cheeks flushed in perhaps the brightest red she had ever worn.  The screams of pleasure she heard from the hallway were not a shameless neighbor, it was coming from her apartment! 

Lucy’s legs were spread widely apart, where were it not for the middle-aged man pounding his fat cock into her cunt, Katie would have received an eye-full of her pussy.  She laid on her back atop the rickety kitchen table and she gripped the sides hard enough that one could see the whites of her knuckles. 

“That’s right you fucking ballerina bitch, take my prick! You’re Gavril’s whore!”

His bare ass was wide and complimented the fat folds around his waist.  He was balding, had black hair, which only seemed to have migrated to his back.  Katie did not see an ounce of attractiveness in him, especially from her angle.  She was absolutely stunned to move or say anything besides stare at them from the threshold of the apartment.

Gavril grabbed Lucy by the throat and wrapped a flabby arm around Lucy’s waist.  With a single motion, he pulled her off the table, which caused his thick cock, perhaps as thick as Katie’s wrist, from out of Lucy’s cunny and turned her around to face Katie. 

Lucy had gorgeous breasts for a ballerina, perhaps D cups which were round and perky.  Her nipples were erect and pointed up to the ceiling of the apartment.  Her shirt and bra still clung beneath her, as if Gavril didn’t give her the time to get completely undressed before ravaging her.  Lucy locked her brown eyes with Katie’s and she smiled briefly until his arm wrapped around her chest and his hand gripped her neck once more.  She gave out a sharp moan as he pulled her hips back against him.  He guided his member into her snatch causing her eyes to roll into the back of her skull. 

“That’s it, slut.  You belong to me! Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.” She stammered out with a touch of hesitation.

“Any time. Any place. Any way I like.  Isn’t that right?”  The older man demanded.

“Yes, Sir.”  She strained as he thrusted harder and harder into her. 

“Good! There’s nothing I deserve more than an obedient ballerina fuck slave.” 

He shoved himself into her harder, causing Lucy’s body to spasm with orgasm. 

Katie’s breath had increased without her realizing.  She was sweating, and her chest felt incredibly heavy.  Worst of it all, she felt a heat rising up from her own cunny and it spread throughout her body like a virus.  She unknowingly bit her lip from the sight of it all.

Gavril increased his speed and he grunted under the pressure that was starting to build in his balls.  He looked directly at the girl who was standing at the door to the apartment.

“There’s nothing I desire more than impregnating ballerina whores.  Tell me who owns your womb!”

“You do!” Lucy cried out as the pleasure swept through every nerve in her body. 

“You’re damn right I do!”  His gaze never left Katie, which seemed to pull her into him.

Katie could feel herself in Lucy’s place, her tits on display and bouncing with every thrust of his cock, the consistent flood of orgasm after orgasm, her body no longer her own and at the whims of this middle-aged stranger.

“Now, get pregnant, slut! Take all of Gavril’s seed!”

“Oh, God!” Lucy screamed as she felt his cock tensed inside her. 

Gavril grabbed one side of her hip and yanked her ass against him, causing his cock to push all the way to its farthest point. Once the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix,  he groaned loudly as his spunk exploded from his cock and sprayed the inside of her womb.  String after string of thick baby making juice filled her and Lucy fell again into her own screaming orgasm. 

As soon as he emptied his balls into her, Gavril released his hold on Lucy and she fell to the ground in a heap.  Cum leaked from her pussy and onto the wood floor.  She breathed heavily in order to regain her breath while Gavril, panting heavily from the work out, put his clothes back on. 

Once he was fully dressed, Katie tried to find words, “I’m umm—”

“You’re the new girl, yes?” Gavin asked with little attention to her face and more attention to her breasts and curves.

“Ye-Yes, that’s right.”  She nodded while trying to do her best to recover the color in her cheeks.

            “Good.”  He walked up to her, leaned in, and smelled her.  “Rent is due on the first, don’t be late.  If you are late, I’ll evict you unless we can come to some other arrangement.”  He stole a quick glance at Lucy who was slowly recovering on the floor.  It was very apparent to her what he meant. 

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