Chapter 2 - Mouthing Off

“Ready to whack off, Darling?”


“Excuse me?” Zahrine said, turning to look at the speaker in question.


The Orc woman, dressed in the tabard for the Darkmoon Faire and holding a mallet up in one hand, pointed her thumb to the barrels behind her, “I said, you ready to Whack some Gnolls? Think you can beat today’s high score?”


Zahrine was sure she had heard something else, but she shook her head and dropped the issue, “No thank you. I’m not here for that.”


The orc shrugged at her and turned her attention to a Blood Elf couple wandering down the dirt path. Zahrine could hear the woman call out the males masculinity in regards to swinging a big hammer as she continued her trek down the long stretch of dirt path that made up the boardwalk of the Darkmoon Faire. She walked with the elegant grace of a priestess who was confident in her abilities, turning a few heads of the normal citizens of the world and the carnies of the Faire alike. It was actually more attention than she usually received, but she supposed that her fine robes in such an average place were bound to stand out. She did not notice the fact that all of their eyes were drawn towards her chest or her ass. But she did wonder about those who were pointedly looking at the glowing runes on her hands.


She chalked that one up to interest in the mystical. She was carrying the blessing of an entity of power. While it was unknown exactly what entity that was, she was slowly realizing that people recognized and reacted to those symbols. But she ignored all these distractions anyway and moved towards her destination: a lone tent sitting in the middle of the Faire.


She couldn’t really tell what was pulling her to that location. She just had a feeling that the next step of her quest would begin there. She held a single minded determination about getting to that tent. An overriding need to continue on that made her body ache. She barely even noticed the three men standing in line outside of the entrance. She simply strolled past their shocked expressions and moved through the beads hanging in the doorway.


Inside, the hunched figure of a Troll male could be seen bent over the figure of a Night Elf woman. She was wearing standard leather gear and her hands were twitching nervously as he did… something near her head. Zahrine walked a few feet behind the Troll and adjusted her hair into perfect order before clearing her throat.


The Troll made no move to turn around. He simply muttered out, “Da line starts outside. Wait ya turn.”


Zahrine frowned at this. Who was this troll to deny such a powerful priestess as her? She cleared her throat again and this time the Troll did turn around, an angry expression on his face, “I said ya be needin’ t’ wait outside!”


She didn’t say anything, just held the palms of her hands out towards him to display the glowing runes that were fading despite their proximity to her body moments before. It had the desired effect on the man. He stood up a bit straighter and turned back to the elf, “Sorry hun, but someting’s come up. I’ll be havin’ t’ finish dat later.”


The elf girl, who first sat up to reveal to Zahrine that she was sporting half of her people's usual facial markings tattooed on the right side of her face, blinked a bit, “Y-you can’t finish it first?”


 He smiled to her, “Don’t be worryin’ girl. I just finished da right half and it looks good. You’ll be fine til I can get t’ ya later. I’ll even give ya a discount, since y’ bein’ such a good sport.”


The Night Elf smiled at him and nodded, “Okay. Thanks. I’ll be back then.” Then, without another word, she leapt from the table and moved out of the tent quickly, the Troll behind her closing a set of tent flaps that closed off the dim stand quite fully from the outside world.


“So, you’re a tattoo artist?” Zahrine asked.


The Troll nodded, moving back over to the workbench to move a few items around, “I am.”


Zahrine frowned, looking down at her hands, “But you know what these are?”


He nodded again, “I do. Those be symbols of…” he paused a moment here, searching for the right word, “Power, of a sorts.”


“I assumed that much,” Zahrine said with a roll of her eyes, “Given the source. What do I do with them?”


The man waved for her to take a seat, which she complied with after only a moment's hesitation, “Da runes fade over time, but if ya get dem tattooed permanently, da power remains. Never seen some on da palms first. it might sting.”


“You mean I’ll have these here permanently, but keep the power?”


The Troll pulled out a needle and waved it over a small candle to heat it up, “Yes. You be at crossroads, human. Da path ya travel down promises a great reward, but to get dis prize ya will be goin’ to places ya never thought ya be goin’. I need ya permission to continue.”


Zahrine sat for a moment, staring at her palms. She remembered the feeling of energy coursing through her and, more importantly, the thrill of that power. It tingled her spine and gave her quite the rush. Even thinking about that mysterious portal and the object inside made her blood rush to her face and, if she really thought about it a moment, to her crotch as well. Involuntarily she shuddered before looking up at the Troll, “Do it. I want it.”

He gave her a sly smile, “Ya may not, by da end.” Even with those words, he began his work. He poked and pricked the palm of her hands, which was painful at first. Every now and then he dipped the needle into a small golden container to refresh the ink. It reminded Zahrine of the color of the portal, in-between stabs of pain that was.


It took an hour to complete the runes on each hand, a golden hue that blended in with her skin quite well. The wonderful part was the fact that she soon found the pain of the procedure fading, replaced instead with that same warm feeling flooding through her body. Once the process was completed the Troll leaned back, setting the needle down before saying, “Da magic in the ink will heal ya body quickly. Dere be a couple rules ya should know about before ya be leavin’ on da next quest.”


Zahrine looked up into his eyes to listen in, but she found her mind wandering almost as soon as he started speaking. She had never noticed how muscular Trolls were before. This man in particular had quite the fine physique. She even glanced away from his face to look down at his pants, idly wondering what a Troll’s cock looked like… Or tasted like…


“Are ya listenin’, girl?”


She snapped her attention upward again, nodding quickly, “Uh, yes! Search for the next runes by helping people, right?”


He frowned, “More or less, though ya need ta be payin’ attention ta da other part too. Keep da runes exposed at all times in order ta keep da power flowing, got it?”


She nodded, “Shouldn’t be hard. I hate wearing gloves. Do I just come back to you after each rune is developed?”


He nodded, “I’ll be here, but ya know da faire doesn’t stick around all da time. Ya best be hurryin’ along if ya want ta get dis done.”


She stood up quickly, her eyes going wide, “Shit. I better hurry then.”


As he gave her a wave of his hand to dismiss her, she bolted out the tent flap, nearly running into the first in line next for a tattoo.


“Fuck, lady,” The gruff sounding blonde man said as he stumbled back, “Have you got a single decent bone in your body?”


Zahrine, who was distracted momentarily by the hard body she had been knocked into, gave the shorter human a confused look, “Huh?”


“First you skip in line because you think you’re hot shit and then you just bowl me over trying to leave.”


“Oh, well…” She hesitated, biting her lower lip as she looked behind him to the three other human men waiting their turn and glaring at her as well, “I-I’m sorry. I wanted to get in there quickly and--”


“And because you are a high ranking hero you think you get first pick, huh?” He asked with a frown.


“Well no… But I am… I mean…” Zahrine was having a hard time focusing. She had always noticed men before, in a cursory fashion. She knew they were attractive and had a boyfriend or two before she had focused on her studies, but she had never seen four men so extremely appealing before. She had certainly never been struck dumb by the sight of them, “I’m sorry,” She finally said to the under geared humans, “I didn’t mean to be rude. Perhaps I could make it up to you?”


The man in the front snorted, “Yeah, sure. What ya going to do, priestess? Blow us all?”


The idea made Zahrine blink, her hands twitch in excitement, and her pussy ache slightly. Without thinking about it first, she said, “That sounds like a good idea.”


It was the man’s turn to blink in surprise, “Fuck, really?”


She nodded, “Yes, really. Know a quiet spot?”


The man at the front looked back to the others in line, who all shrugged and nodded their agreement that they would like to experience this, before walking towards one of the big tents, “Well follow me then. I know a place.”


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The “place” that the shorter man led her to was just a stretch of land just outside the wall of the Faire. Still, nobody was walking around on this side for fear of the wolves that had been known to frequent the woods from time to time. Zahrine, in her current state, didn’t give two shits about wolves though. She just had a need. An overbearing desire to suck the cocks of these four men and drain them of every drop of their cum.


She moved so her back was to the wall and turned to face her companions. All four of the men were leering at her excitedly and Zahrine could see the outlines of a few of their bulges as they grew more and more aroused. She was about to say something, to invite them closer, when the shortest of the men stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. He pushed down roughly, bringing her to her knees before using that same hand to lift her chin up to look up at him for a change. The grin on his face was wicked and full of dark desires as his other hand fumbled with the clasp of his pants. Zahrine felt another wave of thrilling excitement rush through her just by looking into his eyes.


Then, without ceremony, he reached inside his now open trousers and pulled out his cock, pulling it up and slapping it against her cheek. She glanced down at it, looking at the five inch length with a hefty girth to it, and the man chuckled, “Fuck this slut is already eyeing my cock like it holds the secrets of the Titans.”


The other men chuckled, slowly circling around her as the leader gripped the base of his shaft and slapped her cheek roughly with it. Zahrine looked up at him and smiled sweetly, finally managing out a soft, “It just might. Let’s taste it and find out.”


He leaned forward then, the act pulling his shaft away from her as he brought his mouth inches away from her ear, “Don’t think you get it that easy. I can tell you want this, whore. If you want to suck my fat cock and take a mouth load of my cum, I suggest you beg for it.”


Zahrine took a moment to think about it. A part of her mind was still trying to be embarrassed about the fact she was in the open, surrounded by four men all reaching into their pants to pull out their dicks for her to suck. She knew that no priestess of the light would be caught dead in a situation like this willingly, but she couldn’t help it. The bulk of her mind had a powerful need. That need was to shove as much of these men into her mouth as she could manage and please them all.


“Please sir,” she whimpered pitifully, her hands running up his thighs, “Please give me that nice cock of yours.” It was one of her first times ever trying her hand at dirty talk, but the sound of her own voice quieted the back of her mind that was trying to be embarrassed about the display.


The man chuckled and stood up, “Louder, whore, and more graphic. You have to do better than that if you want my shaft!”


She swallowed once, and then said at a much louder volume, “I want it, sir. I want all of your cocks shoved in my mouth! Please let me suck you all off until you cum wherever you’d like!”


The man looked over at the others, who shrugged. This priestess, as expected, was no dirty talker. But it did the trick. The leader grabbed her hair and tapped his cockhead, glistening with pre-cum already in anticipation, on her lips, “Open up then, whore. I’m ready to fuck that sexy little mouth of yours.”


Zahrine compiled, her tongue sliding out and licking the tip clean of precum as she opened wide. The taste was, surprisingly, not as bitter as she remembered from her first few times doing this. In fact, it tasted down right divine to her tongue. Maybe her taste buds had changed? She would have mused more on this, but the thick shaft slid beyond her lips at that moment and pushed forward, shoving half of the cock into her mouth before stopping. He held there for a moment, grinning at his companions, then looked down at Zahrine, “Well? Suck it!”


Again, against her usual judgement, she did what she was asked. Her eyes half closed as she sucked in on the cock, flicking her tongue around the underside of it as she looked up into the eyes of the groaning man. He had his head tilted back and his rough palm against the back of her head as she squoze his cock with her lips. For a few moments Zahrine thought this would be the extent of what they wanted and she was more than happy to oblige. Then the man gripped the back of her head tightly and thrust his fat shaft forward deeper into her open mouth.


Her eyes went wide and Zahrine struggled to keep her mouth from clamping down around the invading shaft as he pushed deep into her throat. She felt her body jerk and her nostrils flare as she tried her hardest not to gag against the pressure in her mouth. Then he pulled back, a thick coat of spit now covering his dick as he did so. She would have breathed a sigh of relief, but he stopped just before he left her mouth and then shoved his cock forward again with a hard thrust, closing off her airway once more.


A few moments later and he was fucking the priestess’s mouth in earnest. All Zahrine could do was close her eyes and groan as the feeling of the cock pushing down her throat sent a surprising wave of pleasure through her body. Idly she heard the sound of ripping cloth before feeling the cool air spill over her chest. Then each breast was gripped by a powerful hand. It appeared her other companions had joined in on the fun.


With hands squeezing her tits, a cock shoving in and out of her throat so hard and deep that it caused flecks of drool to drip down onto her chest and an aching pussy wanting suddenly to be filled by something hard, Zahrine realized how alive she felt. She was barely aware of her movements, barely able to control the lewd moans that sent vibrations around the cock in her mouth. She felt her hands reach up and wrap around a pair of shafts as her eyes opened back up to she could stare into the eyes of the man fucking her.


The moment they locked eyes, the short man let out a soft, “Fuck!” and pulled out completely. She whimpered as he left, hoping she didn’t ruin the experience for him, but soon found that he had a very good reason for pulling out. His cock twitched in his hand as he angled it towards her chest, the other men moving their own hands away just in time for his first blast of cum to spray across her tits. She leaned back as best she could with two cocks in her grip, still pumping away as the leader of this group drenched her small breasts in cum.


This sent another wave of pleasure through her, and Zahrine found herself moaning out, “Yess!” as he came. When he was finished she looked down for a moment to admire his handy work, before turning her head to the cock on her right and shoving her mouth around the long member to suck hard on the tip. She didn’t know why, but all she wanted was another load of cum all over her. She had barely begun to suck him off when the man at her side thrust forward, jamming his long, slender dick into her throat. She let out a soft moan and dutifully began bobbing her head up and down along the longer, yet easier to manage shaft.


The leader had been a thick, stocky cock, but this one was thin and lengthy. She could feel it already hitting the back of her throat and she barely had half of it inside her. Still she pressed on, bobbing her head rapidly and keeping her neck turned with him as he moved forward. The fourth member of their party, who Zahrine only now realized had been fondling her breasts, moved away from his post to stand in the place his companion had just vacated. Accommodating as ever, the priestess reached up and wrapped a hand around the bobbing cock that had, until now, gone unattended.


The men around her let out a series of grunts that spurred her on. Faster and faster she bobbed her head, sucking hard on the cock in front of her as she attempted to draw more cum out of him. Surprisingly though, it wasn’t the one she was sucking that gave in first. The man on her left let out a strangled, “F-fuck!” before his shaft spasmed in her grip. She barely had time to squeal around the cock in her mouth before blasts of cum were spraying across the side of her face and onto her chest. She had to close her left eye so she could keep the stuff from stinging her eye.


Spent, the lover on her left stumbled back and away, the last few dribbles of cum on Zahrine’s hand immediately being rubbed into the small, exposed chest of the priestess. Soon enough the second man she was sucking off joined him, his cock twitching rapidly to give her just enough of a clue to pull out and stick her tongue out lewdly as several shots splashed against it. She let this one cum all over her face, his hot ropes blasting her lips and tongue as she mewled and begged for more. When he backed off, she leaned her head forward and let as much of the cum as she could drop from her tongue onto her chest. The rest she swallowed with delight “mmm!” She had heard the stuff tasted awful, but all it did was send a shiver of delight through her soaked pussy.


The final man moved around, his member swinging in front of Zahrine’s nose. She went cross eyed taking in the monster. Why he wasn’t the leader of this little band was a mystery, considering how massive he was. He gripped the base of his shaft in his left hand and brought it up, before smacking it down across her cum covered cheek, “Like what you see, bitch?”


She nodded eagerly, her eyes unable to right themselves and look at anything else other than the monster lightly slapping against her face. With his right hand the man gripped the top of her head, causing her to wince slightly, “Then open up, slut. Time for your final load!”


“My chest,” She whimpered out lamely, trying not to open her mouth too much to let him inside until she could get the words out.


He chuckled, “We’ll see, if you’re a good girl.”


She wanted to be! She wanted to be a good little slut for him. So she opened her mouth, as wide as it would go, and stuck her tongue out. She could hear him chuckle at the sight of her, lewdly begging for his cock while staring down cross eyed at it in a face most people would consider moronic. Then he pulled her head forward, forcing her to move instead of thrusting himself. She had taken a good portion of him before her first gag kicked in. He was about half way down her throat when it spasmed and her eyes watered. All the man said, despite the saliva running down the corners of her mouth to pool on the ground, was “Fuck that’s so tight!”


Zahrine had to agree. Her throat was barely containing the monster cock as he slowly pulled her further and further forward. She had to tilt her head back to allow more of him inside, her body held up mostly by his painful grip on her hair. One of the others leaned down and whistled, “Fuck man, look at that bulge in her neck.”


All Zahrine could do was close her eyes as the man chuckled in response. Then he slowly began to slide her back, down half the length of his cock, before bringing her head forward again hard. She choked around the shaft again, her eyes scrunching up as he began to use her like she was nothing more than a tool to get him off. His left hand joined his right, but was unable to get a good grip on her unique undercut hairstyle. Instead he adjusted to palm the sides of her head before driving her deeper around his cock. Now his hips began thrusting slightly, but most of the work was still being done by using her as a cock toy.


For her part, the young priestess did her best to breathe through her nose and enjoy herself. She found that task to be easy. She didn’t feel any panic or worry about the sporadic blockage in her throat, nor did she care for the rough treatment. For the first time in her life, she felt like she had found her calling. That didn’t make sense to her right now, her mind so far gone she could barely worry about anything other than the cock in her mouth. Later the memory of that thought would fade, but the feeling would stay. She had a purpose now. That purpose was being used by men.


The man began to pick up the pace, grunting wildly as he tossed his head back to get the long hair out of his eyes. Zahrine had a glassy eyed look on her face, her eyes once again staring down the massive shaft as if it were the only thing in the world. He gave her a few more swift pumps before letting out a loud groan and popping her head off of him completely and flinging her back.


She planted her hands firmly behind her to catch herself, just in time for his thick cock to twitch and spray her chest with the hugest load of cum she had ever taken. Her eyes bobbed with that bouncing dick as it shot rope after rope of thick, warm cum onto her chest. Before he was done she was nearly completely covered in the stuff, with a fair amount dribbling down her stomach and staining the remains of her priestess robes.


When the man’s load was spent, she collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily as her fingers idly ran through the seed on her chest in an effort to spread it out. She lay there for a while, completely unaware of the world around her. Her mind finally snapped back to focus by the howl of wolves in the nearby forest. She blinked the haze of her lust away, looking around quickly to find that she was alone. The other men had wandered off apparently, leaving her a sticky mess on the ground.


Zahrine stood up and tried her best to use her torn robes to clean herself up. However, as she wiped away the cum she found that some of it had stained just above her breasts. Stained in the form of glowing golden runes. She gasped and stood up, her hands immediately going to her breasts so she could lift them and look down at the symbols. They were nearly identical to the tattooed ones on her hands. Apparently the good deed of making things up to the men she had cut in line in front of had earned her the next step in her quest.


What surprised her most of all was the fact that her breasts were heavier and bigger than they had been before the whole affair. They had swollen up several sizes while she had been unconscious. They were also more sensitive, the mere lifting of them by her hands causing her to shudder in joy.


Quickly she tied the parts of her robes she needed to so she could be decent, but made special care to keep the runes exposed. That had been the instructions by the tattoo artist. Then she hurried back through the alley and made a straight line for the same tent she had been to only hours before. She ignored all the stares and anything else in the world. Her subconscious mind did find it odd that there was no longer a line waiting outside the tattoo master’s tent. She stomped right up to him, undoing the ties on her robe to let the straps fall away and reveal her larger breasts. He blinked in surprise at her boldness as she said, “Do it. Tattoo these on quickly! Then find me a shop where I can get some tailor made clothes.”


With a smile, the Troll grabbed his tattoo pen and happily got to work.