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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Goblin Warrens 6 - Goblin Magic

Hello my pervy friends.  It's been awhile but I decided it was time to write another addition to the Goblin Warrens series.  It seems a lot of you liked it already, so, I figured I would reward you with the uncensored cover.  I hope that you like it.  My art skills are slowly getting better and better the more of these I make.  Take a peek of the story below.  I won't mind ;).

Goblin Warrens – 6

It had been a long day, one filled with dusty roads and steep hills.  Aura wasn’t sure why she had decided to come along.  It wasn’t about the money, as she came from several lines of elven nobility and therefore had ample access to funds.  The Queen had put up the posters asking for a call to arms against a potential goblin incursion.  The posters were fairly vague without giving much detail as to how many goblins the kingdom was under threat by, or where they were coming from.  They had to guess the hills, since that is where a lot of caves naturally formed.  Goblins love caves. 

Aura had long platinum hair, violet eyes, smooth creamy skin and a tight petite frame.  She sat on her knees next to the fire, as she ran her hand over her crescent moon staff muttering incantations over her staff.  It was a means to ensure she had the right spells memorized for whenever their group may ran into trouble.  She wore a white dress that hugged her hips, then tapered down into a long strand of fabric that draped between her legs and covered her behind.  Her breasts were held up by a crisscross fabric that left little to the imagination.  The fabric was thin enough where her nipples showed. 

Kel, a red headed gnome, stood near her tending to an iron pot on that hung over the fire.  She was cooking some concoction that involved dried rations, a variety of herbs, and some potatoes she found growing wild – all simmering in a gravy-like broth.  It didn’t smell half bad.  Kel took a step back after stirring it and slowly removed the chain shirt she had been wearing.  During the struggle, Aura was able to catch sight of the underside of Kel’s sizable breasts as her undershirt caught with the chain shirt as she pulled it from her body.  Kel was only just over three feet tall, had sickle hips and a plump ass.  Her feet and hands were larger than those of an elf, yet complimented her broad shoulders.  Aura felt that the most pleasing characteristic on her was her fleshy nose that just highlighted her smile. 

Aura put her staff down, and placed her hands politely in her lap.  “When will we rendezvous with Gerald and Helia?” 

Kel placed a finger to her mouth and thought, as if she was calculating the distance they traveled so far.  “I think tomorrow around noon, if we get up fairly early.  They shouldn’t be that far away.  Why, are you nervous?”  She stuck out her hip and gave her an alluring smile.

“Why should I be nervous?” Aura asked as she found her eyes moving between the curves of her hips to the supple breasts, which hid beneath Kel’s shirt.

Kel turned so that Aura could see all of her.  Her face was just slightly above where Aura’s was, and she leaned in, her luscious lips a few inches from hers.  “Because we’re alone together, just the two of us.  And you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since we started traveling together.”

Aura unconsciously bit her lip.  She blushed and turned her head slightly where her eyes shifted to the fire so that she could have something else to focus on.  “I don’t know what you mean.”

Kel gentle touched the elf’s chin and pulled her face back towards her.  Kel looked directly into her eyes and leaned in closer, allowing her lips to stop just an inch from Aura’s. “I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”

 Aura could feel her heart thumping in her chest and a warmth building in her cunt and her tongue briefly wetted her lips in anticipation of a kiss.  As the gnome’s lips crept closer to her, she took in a big breath of air, and her lungs quivered with excitement and passion.

The gnome drew her fingers from her chin, caressed the elf’s cheeks and ran them through her platinum hair before gripping the back of her head.  She kissed her, and she could immediately taste a touch of honeysuckle.  Her lips were warm, soft and they gave no hesitation. 

When Kel retreated from their kiss, Aura’s chest was taking in deeper, longer, breathes.  The kiss had aroused her far more than she had ever experienced.  The warmth had spread from her groin and up into her chest, where it nestled in her breasts and tingled her nipples. 

Kel looked between the elf’s eyes to assess just how far she would go.  When she saw nothing but compliance and lust, she unfastened her belt, and the studded leather battle skirt dropped off her hips and fell to the ground.  All that was between them was her panties, to which the gnome took one graceful finger and pulled it aside revealing her perfectly shaved, puffy, mound. 

Aura swallowed hard and her chest fluttered.  She had never done this before, at least not so suddenly and with someone she barely knew.  Kel had joined her, along with a few other adventurers, to take on the goblin threat.  They knew barely anything about one another.  But the smell of Kel’s cunt was faint and it caused her mouth to water.  Partially paralyzed with nervousness, Aura could do nothing but stare at it, which caused her mouth to gape.  

Kel took hold of the elf’s head as before, and pressed her eagerly awaiting lips against her cunt.  Aura let out a breath as her face was buried in the gnome’s cunny and the warm air caused a shiver to skitter down Kel’s spine.  Kel wondered if the elf would even know what to do, as she seemed so hesitant to act on her own desires, but her thoughts were interrupted as Aura’s soft tongue rolled across her clit. 

The elf moaned her satisfaction with finally being able to taste her.  She drew her hands up to the gnome’s groin and slowly massaged a finger inside her, while the other hand cupped her ass from behind.  Despite the gnome’s small stature, it filled Aura’s tiny elven hand.  With a passionate exhalation of breath, Aura pushed her face harder against Kel’s cunt and eagerly lapped against her labia.  

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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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