Chapter 660: Very good girls (NSFW)

Mason had the orc woman turned around and bent over a crate before she managed to throw her first punch. He held her wrists together with one hand, holding her body steady with the other gripping her leather uniform from the back.

She struggled uselessly to free her hands. She writhed and kicked back at him. She managed to stomp on his foot, put a heel into his shin, and slam her head back into his chest.

But when she again tried to tug out her hands and literally didn’t budge his grip, she stopped. When she turned and met his eyes, she started to go limp.

“You are…impossibly strong.”

She said it like a human woman would tell you your dick was huge. Or how amazing your car/apartment was. Mason grunted and inspected, pulling her hands forward so she had to bend over further.

Her hips and tight, leather-clad ass were a work of art. She arched her back like a gymnast, strong thighs and curving cheeks leading to the puffy lips of her sex, visible in silhouette.

Haley came up beside him with a grin. She slid her hands over the orc’s exposed body. Then she started to pull down the pants and some kind of thong-like loincloth underwear, nice and slow, like it was a show.

“I…yield,” Dura said, after one last useless pull. “You may…take me now, mighty king. With your mates, or…whatever humans…that is, I’ll do whatever you wish.”

“Yes you will,” Haley said, tugging down the fabric to expose Dura’s moist, greenish pussy, leaving it at her thighs. She grinned and slid her fingers down to touch, shivering with lust as she met his eyes and grinned. “How do you want her, Master?”

He grabbed Haley and pulled her in, reaching out for Demi. He took turns devouring their lips, groping before he pushed them back.

“Get on crates in front of her. You’ll pleasure my women while I fuck you, Dura. Watch those tusks.”

“Y-yes, lord. I’ve never…I’ll try.”

Demi rolled her glowing green eyes, but Haley grabbed her hand and grinned, pulling her over to a crate. They both turned to him and made a playful little show of stripping down their panties but leaving on their dresses, turning around to give a full three-sixty, flashing him using the hem.

“You’re ridiculous,” Demi said, shaking her head but fighting the grin. He could smell her arousal, both natural and magical, however she might pretend.

“Get on the crate and spread your legs,” he growled. “Come here, Haley, you’ll get your turn after.”

“Yes, Master.”

She sauntered back like she was some innocent thing, and not the mastermind behind the whole scenario. Demi got up on the crate and spread her long, tan legs, pulling up her dress and giving Mason a grin as she exposed herself.

He slid Dura forward, pushing her face right into Demi as he ran his hands over her ass. His second wife hissed as the orc’s lips and tongue got to work, biting her lip as she met his eyes.

“I want to see you…mount her.” She seemed to struggle with the words, like she was embarrassed but too turned on to stop. “I want to see you claim her.”

He didn’t need encouragement, but she was definitely getting him going. Haley did the work getting him free, kissing him softly as she pulled down his pants and stroked him, the other hand cupping him beneath.

“We’re going to drain you so good, Master. I can’t wait until we’re all dripping with your cum.”

He shivered and let Haley line him up. She even fingered the orc girl to get her ready, but he could tell it didn’t take much. Dura was already pushing back. She was moaning against Demi’s crotch, her opening spread and wet.

He set his tip and slowly pushed, forcing himself to be patient, to enjoy every inch as he slid inside. Haley was still kissing him, feeling his cock as he entered, massaging his balls.

Dura clenched the second he was in, gripping him in strong pulses like she was trying to test the hardness of his cock. He rammed it in deep at the feeling of challenge. Dura made a low groan of pleasure before gripping Demi’s thighs and really started to work.

He pounded Dura into Demi with long, powerful strokes, the crate creaking under the force. The orc’s muscular ass rippled with every impact, her strong body taking everything he gave and pushing back for more.

It was an amazing sight and feeling, but he also found he just mentally enjoyed fucking one of the orc’s women in their own tower. There was a raw, primal thrill of claiming her while his wives watched, and it sent an undeniable, savage thrill through his body.

Demi’s moans grew louder as Dura’s tongue worked, the half-Asian beauty’s magic making the air around them faintly scented with flowers and earth. Haley grinned and dropped to her knees, licking and sucking his balls while he thrust. Their wet sounds filled the storage room—skin slapping skin, muffled moans, heavy breathing.

He pulled out briefly, his cock glistening with Dura’s juices, and fed it to Haley’s eager mouth. She sucked him clean, eyes locked on his. Dura came up for air long enough to pant and beg.

“Please. Please, mighty king. Keep fucking me… please… don’t stop…”

He grinned and came out of Haley’s mouth with a little pop, then slid back into the orc’s tight warmth.

He drove her harder now, one hand tangled in her long black hair while the other gripped her hip, his body slapping against her, pounding her senseless into Demi’s pussy.

Demi came first with a sharp cry, her head tilted back, thighs clamping around the orc’s head as her body shuddered. Only then did Mason let go, watching Dura as he flooded her with his cum. The orc spasmed in surprise, probably from Gaia’s Blessing, inner walls milking him as the potent seed hit her system like a drug.

He groaned and twitched with pleasure as Haley did her best from below to drain him. The orc’s tightness squeezed in little pulses as she shuddered and slumped. He met Demi’s glazed eyes and grinned, and she shook her head as she smiled back.

“Don’t sleep,” he told the orc. “You still have to get my other wife off.”

She looked back like maybe he was joking, until he kept on fucking her. Demi stumbled off the crate, and Haley hopped up to replace her, feet up on crates with a big smile.

He pulled Demi in and kissed her as he thrust, asking softly between kisses if she enjoyed herself. She was still in a kind of post-orgasm daze, cheeks flushed, a little embarrassed but nodding.

He picked her up, drawing out a little screech as he placed her right on Dura’s broad back, the two women stacked as he took turns fucking them both. His cock slid from one slick pussy to the other, the sight and sensation driving him wild, Demi’s pleasure spurring him on.

He waited until Haley was using Dura like a sex toy, gripping her hair and sliding against her tongue to get herself off. She put her head back and cried out, half laughing as she did before he let himself finish again, this time in Demi.

“OK.” He stood there resting a minute before patting Dura’s ass. “Go get the next girl.”

Dura eventually stood and tried to find her underwear. She was still trembling, and mumbled some kind of half conscious thanks.

“Happy to help. Now off you go.”

She stumbled off on shaky legs, loincloth barely back in place as she slipped out of the room dripping with his cum. He had to admit, it was satisfying.

Demi dropped to her knees without a word, blowing him as if to keep him hard for the next girl. He sat there and closed his eyes, feeling the silk lips stroking him until Haley came back with Rosa in her tight, black dress.

“Oh my.” Her dark eyes moved to Demi’s mouth on his cock. “It smells like sex in here.”

“That’s because this is where you all get fucked tonight,” Mason said, gesturing her over.

Rosa’s whole posture changed, eyes sparkling as she stared with naked lust. He expected his blessing was infusing the room now and God only knew what it was doing to her.

She came slow, like she always did, like maybe she wouldn’t come at all. He yanked her in when she was in reach, and peeled off her dress. The thin fabric slid down her brown skin to reveal the flared hips, pregnant breasts even fuller than he remembered. Soon she was in nothing but a pair of red panties.

He sat on a crate, and pat his lap.

“Strip the panties, and ride it.”

She wiggled them off with their eyes locked, then straddled him. Demi and Haley came up beside them, touching and kissing—hands roaming Rosa’s body, lips on her neck or Mason’s mouth.

Rosa gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered onto his shaft. He kissed her thick lips, and took turns sucking her nipples, letting her set the pace. It wasn’t long before she lost her rhythm, struggling until he started thrusting up.

“Yes, papi, fuck me. Just like….oh shit.”

He gripped her cheeks and gave it to her, bouncing her on his lap as he turned her pussy into a flood.

“Ai, mi amor.”

She mumbled into his ear and came hard as she clutched him, full breasts squished against his chest as her juices dripped down his shaft.

“Cum baby,” Demi whispered in his ear. “She deserves to be filled. They all do.”

Haley was licking his balls again, and he was surrendering to the pressure anyway. Heat coursed through him again, blasting into Rosa and sending the Latina into some extended orgasm that had her biting his shoulder.

They were there awhile coming down, just breathing and holding each other as the other girls touched. She gave him a long, deep kiss before she left, dress hastily readjusted, legs unsteady, a blissful smile on her face.

Becky came in next, boots clicking, face sweaty from dancing, already grinning at the scene. She put her hands on her wide hips.

“Are y’all takin’ liberties? I thought we were the ‘same’ now.”

“You are,” Mason said, totally naked and covered in juices as he sat on his crate. “Now strip and come here like a good girl.”