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Beauty and te Beast (warhammer ed): One Year Later
Nearly a full year had passed Maelill thought, as they were marching further north, the tribe now numbering in the thousands due to it’s growth the last six months. She was surrounded by four big b**stmen that were known as Bestigors, which had the duty of guarding her when the big Minotaur Doombull was not nearby. She had become a valuable tool she realized, even if her sorcerous powers were laughable at the best of times due to the collar she now wore. She had become a status symbol for the Doombull and he also used her as a reward for brave warriors or to seal deals with other tribal leaders, which is why she was considered valuable enough to justify her own guards she figured. The amount of b**stmen cocks she had sucked and sperm she had swallowed over the last six months or so would have shocked her sisters in the sorceress convent back at Ghrond, but she didn’t complain. It was almost all she ate these days if she thought about it, Zy-Nox feeding her the most by far with its massive cock and huge, furry balls… She was hesitant to admit it due to her lingering pride, but she got wet and hungry just thinking about it.
She thought back over the last year or so as they marched, back to a near endless string of sexual degradation and orgasms. She had sucked of dozens of big chieftains to seal deals. She had swallowed the cum of most of the Bestigors and even a lot of the braver Gors of the various tribes now under the Doombull’s leadership. She was a very content little slave in that regard she had realized. Only Zy-Nox himself got to fuck her other holes though. One Bestigor had once tried to turn her around and make use of her dripping wet, smooth elven pussy, but Zy-Nox had almost immediately broken his neck and torn its head off its torso, blood gushing everywhere. Needless to say, none had tried that again… She wasn’t sure why it protected her like that, but she felt it was an instinct of sorts, the Minotaur showing everyone that she was his property. His to share at his will. She also imagined that if they could properly fuck her, that they would want to challenge the Doombull for her, or even try to backstab him somehow. There was obviously some cunning to the big b**st she reflected. The most important thing she had learned since being captured however, was that on certain nights then the Chaos Moon Morrislieb was high, she could actually wield some of her magical powers. Unfortunately, it was barely enough to repair her little elven pussy and ass to virgin condition, something she almost regretted every time that the Minotaur impaled her right after… Almost she mused, feeling her pussy heating up under her skirt…
She did not know where they were going. She had picked up a fair amount of their Dark Tongue over the last year, but they obviously had other names for concepts and places, so she had not been able to determine their destination. She suspected they were going north though, but it was hard to judge as they were marching across the frozen tundra in a light blizzard. Damn, she wished she could have used her sorcery to keep warm she thought, but all in all; she was only cold and in no danger of truly freezing. The b**st would never let her perish like that she knew. Her cock-sucking skills were too important the thought to herself, only blushing slightly as she thought about it. She had learned that she both hated and loved the humiliation. It was an enormous turn-on for her to be used as the Doombull’s little fucktoy, especially in front of others that wanted to ravage her. The fact that it always knew exactly how turned on she was due to its sense of smell could be a bit frustrating, but it also turned her on to know that it knew. There were no secrets from it in that regard… It knew exactly what a horny little slut she was beneath her semi-innocent, elven looks. They all did. They could all smell the state of her wet little pussy at all times, even now… She suspected that it was no coincidence that her guards walked behind her, downwind of her bare, smooth little pussy… She found that all this marching made her frustrated. Not because it was tiring. She was in quite good condition in fact, due to all the constant fucking and sucking the last year. Not because she didn’t know the destination, but because she didn’t get to feel the Doombull’s big cock in her for most of the day. It only had time to feed her a huge, salty load on the morning before the march started.
The march continued for most of kaçak iddaa the day, finally ending up in a patch of dark, pine forest at the base of a large hill. The tribe was ordered to make camp and they did. She was immediately ushered to the area that had been designated to be the chieftain’s gathering place, where a fire was hastily being built by some smaller b**stmen, or Ungor as they were called. These creatures were more weakly and human looking than the rest, betraying their true origins she suspected. Luckily none of them had been rewarded a taste of her gifts, but that certainly did not stop them from ogling her pale and slender body whenever they could, and they quite often could as it were she mused… Most of the b**stmen in the army had seen her naked and squirting on the Minotaur’s massive cock dozens of times. She had in return seen them. She was not impressed, relatively speaking. She just stood there, waiting, until the fire was ready, surrounded by her guards, wondering why a fire was being made for a meeting place tonight. Soon the various chieftains and their bodyguards began to arrive though, sitting down around the fire, with a big stone obviously being reserved for the Doombull himself. They all had lust in their eyes, but none dared approach her, even though some of them had started drinking.
Soon though, one could hear dry branches snapping followed by heavy steps on the frozen undergrowth and the massive, black-furred minotaur approached his rightful place. The circle grew quiet. It was amusing she thought that the rest were all surrounded by bodyguards, while it didn’t seem to bother, but instead put guards to protect her. The b**st sat down, and she was ushered to stand next to it. It was far taller than her, even when sitting down and its massive axe was probably twice her weight at least. It sat down and stared into the fire for a while, before speaking to them in a deep, dark, guttural voice. She couldn’t understand most of it, but some she understood. Words like “Garrison. Elves. Battle. Slaughter. Slaves. Revenge…” This got her curious. Were they planning to attack something? It must be one of the northern watchtowers then, the one where she had originally been sent off to before she got captured and enslaved en-route. Did they want more elven fucktoys? Or just to kill the elves for food? The watchtowers were heavily garrisoned though, and not to be taken lightly she knew. Perhaps they did have the numbers to pull it off, but she doubted it. Not that she cared much if they did or not she found herself feeling. Even if she escaped, would she be welcome back? Would she be constantly humiliated by her so-called “sisters” in the convent? Not to mention the rest of Druchii society… Could she even go back to fucking elves and human slaves after what she had been through? In truth, she did not know…
Maelill’s thougths were soon interrupted though, as the Minotaur gruffly told her to get naked in front of the fire, to dance for them. She complied, starting to dance seductively to imaginary music, slowly undressing her pale, lithe body in front of the two dozen chieftains and their bodyguards and her owner, the massive Doombull. She slowly danced in circles around the fire, and it wasn’t long before cocks were out, being stroked at the sight of her graceful, seductive moves. This turned her on immensely, and she knew that they all knew it. She sometimes glanced at the minotaur, but the reflection of the fire in its big eyes made it impossible to interpret his gaze, but he was watching, she knew… She danced naked, seductively in front of them, quite enjoying everyone’s attention now that she no-longer really feared she would end up in some pot as food. Her long dark hair was flowing. Her pink nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. She loved to see the reaction of those around her. Seeing everyone wanting her body. Wanting to fuck every tight little hole of hers… To impale and stuff her properly… To use and abuse her little body with their hard cocks… she saw them, but she only really craved the Doombull’s cock. The rest were flattering, and she loved them looking, but ever since being properly fucked by the minotaur’s massive tool, she couldn’t imagine going back to more normal sized cocks. She had become such a willing slave for that cock she realized. All her little holes craved it stuffing her near-constantly. She was dripping wet again…
She danced for them for what must have been hours, but to her surprise, the Doombull didn’t offer perabet güvenilir mi her mouth to anyone when finished. Instead, she was pushed down between the minotaur’s own knees, where she used both her hands and her pretty little mouth to pleasure the b**st as it continued talking with the chieftains, as if she was not even there. She was determined to make the minotaur notice her, so she went to work eagerly, licking its whole, massive shaft.. Massaging its furry balls with her soft, small hands… Licking and swallowing all its pre-cum… It grunted and breathed heavily and was obviously hard, but it kept on talking to the chieftains. For some reason, this made her a bit upset, so she forced herself to take most of the Doombull’s enormous, purple cockhead into her little mouth, stopping her from breathing almost immediately. She was about to pull off, when she felt the big, furry hand from her owner on the back of her head, keeping her in place. So he had noticed she realized, blushing a little at how content that had made her. She soon realized that she was still choking on the massive cock though and that her head was being pressed onto it, making her tear up as the massive pole of hard flesh was being shoved deep down her throat, making her collar feel extremely tight around her slim little neck. She could only hope the collar would snap, but she knew from experience that it would not…
Zy-Nox kept fucking her cute face by moving her head with a massive hand, for what must have been hours. All the time it kept talking with the chieftains. She was more than occupied with breathing whenever she could manage to inhale, so she didn’t manage to understand much of what was said, but it was obvious that some final plans were being laid, orders assigned, loyalties reinforced. Perhaps that is why she was only using her mouth on the minotaur this night she mused, to leave them wanting more. She made an extra effort wiggling her naked, pale little ass towards the fire, knowing that the glistening, shiny juices leaking down the inside of her smooth thighs would be perfectly visible to most of the other chieftains, showing them how horny a good little dark elf slut could be… These thought made her even more wet, even though she was close to fainting due to lack of air from time to time, but this did not stop her doing her very best. By Khaine, she loved choking on the b**st’s massive cock. Feeling it stretch her throat to its limits… Feeling her pretty little nose pressed against the b**st’s fur-covered pubic bone. Drooling spit and pre-cum down over her firm, pale breasts. Gasping for sweet air when having been denied it for so long… Inhaling the musky scent of the b**sts cock… Damn, she needed to cum herself soon. She knew her pussy was literally dripping on the cold ground between her legs. Her cunt glistening in the light from the fire…
Whatever as being discussed was apparently concluded Some chieftains s**ttered, probably having been assigned important duties that needed doing, but soon the tribes were crowding in, wanting to share the heat, the alcohol, the meat and last but not least, enjoy the show…
At first, the b**st just looked down at her between its legs and for some reason, being acknowledged with just even a proper gaze after such a long time sucking on its massive cock, made her feel delighted… Almost thrilled… She could hear the b**st grunt a little. Breathe heavier. She knew it did like to look at her hot, little naked body. It seemed to make the b**st calm, content… Obviously, it also made the b**st very horny, which was flattering enough in itself. She had never seen a female minotaur around come to think of it, but she couldn’t imagine that being a flattering sight. She knew that she was hot. Hot to the point that it crossed the sexual boundaries of most species. Having tight little, elven holes was also a boon she imagined…
She sucked, licked, slurped, moaned and drooled. She would have put any whore at any port to shame, but the b**st did not cum. The b**st really seemed to have immense self-control for such a primitive being she mused, but she was not complaining. Not that she could have complained with her mouth and throat properly stuffed in any case… Soon however, the b**st pulled her little mouth off its cock and she gasped loudly for air. Gulping for air like a fish out of water. The b**st rose so that it was towering above her. It pulled her up after it so that when she stood up, its cock was pressed against her face. tipobet giriş She did not get to suck more on it however, much to her disappointment. The b**st turned her around and put her arms in the air above her head, so that she stood facing the fire, all eyes turning on her, those that were not already enjoying seeing her humiliated on her knees. She knew she looked like such a slut… Naked… Collared… Spit covering her lips and breasts… A glistening sheen between her pale thighs…
The minotaur grabbed her arms and put them together over her head. She could feel the eyes of all the vile b**sts upon her firm, drool covered tits in the light from the fire. The b**st then wrapped both her slender wrists in one of its massive, furry hands and lifted her up of the ground, holding her up for all to see, as it effortlessly held her up on a straight arm and showed her off to the tribes. It then did something she had never heard before. It spoke loudly in its guttural tongue. Not just a few words like she had heard before, but long sentences. While she could not understand enough of its primitive bellowing, the intent was clear. She was being held up as an example of slaves to be had. She was being used as a motivational prop for all the warchiefs. An attack was undoubtedly being planned for the next day and the b**st wanted them all motivated…
Maelill couldn’t do much about her situation, but she found it very arousing as well.. One the one hand, she was being displayed as a piece of meat for the tribes, but on the other hand, the humiliation of what she had become the last year also turned her on… She could not deny her dripping pussy… Part of her loved to be displayed this way; being displayed as a hot little slave that would motivate the herd of b**stmen to fight harder, even if it was against her own kind. She wondered if that even mattered to her any more… Her nipples were aching… Her clit throbbing… Her pussy dripping… She loved the helplessness of it all… She loved all the eyes focused on her naked form. Cocks hard all around her… Wanting to ravage her tight holes for days…
The herd of b**sts started to raise weapons in the air and chant in response to the minotaur’s words. He was riling them up. Getting them properly motivated. Soon thousands of b**stial voices joined in. The noise was deafening. Primal. Eyes still on her… It went on for minutes.
Abruptly, the Minotaur ended it.It grabbed her by her slander waist with one hand… Turned her around so that she was facing it. It held her as if she weighed no more than a water skin would. With its other hand, it grabbed its massive cock and pointed it upwards… Towards her… It then lowered her down onto it, seemingly uncaring of which orifice was impaled first… Unfortunately for Maelill, it was her ass that got it however… Her pink, little rose was ripped open by its massive cock and she screamed so that all the tribes could hear her pain. Luckily her juices had been generously lubing up her whole ass-crack, or she would have been torn to pieces. She was roughly plunged down on the b**st’s massive cock, which was by far larger than her hand and forearm, certainly much, much thicker… The whole cock was forced into her and she could feel her whole tummy stretching out.. Tears were running. She was screaming… The tribes were loudly cheering as they witnessed her being violated. The massive b**st fucked her ass hard… It’s massive, veined cock plunging in and out of her pale little ass. It was grunting… Breathing heavily… She was screaming at first.. Then she was crying.. But then she soon found herself moaning… Gasping for air… Then she was screaming, but this time because she was cumming… Hard… Her smooth little elven pussy started to squirt. Her juices started to splash against the root of the b**sts cock… Thankfully lubing it up more… Her cunt juices were dripping… Gushing from her pussy… She could even hear it splash on the ground a few times… It did not stop. The b**st’s other hand wrapped around her neck.. Forced her to look up… The b**st squeezed.. It was effortlessly choking her. She knew it could snap her slim neck with two fingers if it wanted, but it did not… Her tongue was out of her mouth. She could not control it. She came even harder… Again and again… Her eyes were rolling back in her head. She was beyond having any control of her body left. She only felt it choking her and how its massive tool kept ravaging her tight asshole. As her vision began to fade, she could hear louder grunting.. Tribes cheering in the background… Then she could feel its massive cock start to pulsate with her tight sphincter… It came in her ass and kept cumming… Pumping its seed deep in her little elven ass, and she passed out with a hint of a smile on her drooling little mouth…
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