Chapter 5 - Of Mothers and Beasts [Ero]

The manticore didn't do as much as land graciously but outright fell onto the narrow mountainside and then slid across the rocky shelf; turning and slowly losing its speed while grinding the sharp, ever-growing claws against the cold stone. The rider moved with her beast, bending to the side and then bouncing back on her saddle, although all in a rather careless manner. 

The many trees and snow-laid plains were left behind and the battle-scarred cliffs wouldn’t be seen anymore. Resting far, far below them, where the mountain sprouted from its roots and where simple beings could yet reach without wings or hours of extensive climbing. Because it would be high above the simple hills that the Cerise Witch agreed to be.

Hellebron's greaves soon kissed the cold ground; her eyes fell down upon the chilly, snowless but similarly lifeless passage in front of them; one adorned with very specific runes and many skulls of whatever animal you could find in the region. Clean bones and dimmed campfires carpeted the place no less as remnants of recent passage. There was no one to meet them in the open which was but a good sign - she betrayed the betrayers and she wasn't fond of being another in the line of that poem. 

Suleth landed seconds after and it was not long till his hooves sang, his owner less than content but now present no less. Morathi frowned as she could do nothing but follow; her bare ladyparts had not enjoyed the saddle and now she was rather glad that they flew no more. "Any further and we'll be on the beastmen border." She declared with a voice you would expect after everything that took place. 

There was certain gratefulness within her to be able to walk without something deep inside her loveparts but obviously, she would gladly express herself with a knife rather than any kind words. The necklace laid tight around her neck; made out of no more and no less than exactly sixty-six warpstone beads that were meant to be used at the celebratory rituals somewhere further into the year, to soak and seep with energy. She could but wonder why the cerise hag had her take it but likely she wouldn’t like the answer even if she got to it. 

"Exactly. Where to make peace but on no-man's ground, Morathi? Unless you planned to invite them to your bed." The Blood Queen retorted, her mount soon lowering itself so that she could easily get off. Wasn't long till both witches were but on their feet; one rather content and calm, the other with nothing but cold anger within herself. 

"I would rather walk naked through Drachenfels." Her response was but stingy, yet as it was with Morathi, she knew how to keep her calm as long as there was nothing inside her. "I'm surprised you actually decided to take care of the beastmen before carrying out any other foolery." Dark Sorceress declared, walking after the other elf and allowing her heels to sing; she merely waved her hand and Suleth stepped back, lying on the floor and waiting. 

"Oh I do have plans for you, Morathi. A lot of them. You'll be a real ass-slut long before your son is back." Hellebron purred out contently, looking back at her scantily leather-clad pet for just a moment, giving her a fine smirk that was answered with a frown, and then turning forth once more. "But there's little to play with if the beastmen eat you first. More so, I officially have aligned you with myself so it matters that you don't look like a lost child now, cum-guzzler."

"And how do you even plan to negotiate with the beasts? They are a mindless lot." Voice of the Dark Sorceress resounded within the stone passage, its less than loving tone alike honey to Hellebron's senses; one furtherly sweetened by the clatter of tallest heels one could find. "Most of the chiefs don't even speak properly, not to mention the rest of the herd. Did you make a deal with the Bray-Shaman?"

"Indeed, the Bray-Shaman is who answered my message." Blood Queen declared and moved forth, not even asking Morathi to follow, knowing that the other elf would do so without an order. Like a good puppy. "Some of them can actually listen to reason and are behind every smart decision their herd actually makes. This one is one as such."

The runes on the walls turned more and more prevalent, many furs began to show themselves on the rocky floors; the smell of beasts grew stronger and only a fool wouldn't know that beastmen are close.  "So you're going to trade the beads for peace? They are empty and bear no power just yet so if you’re planning on…"

"You’ll see in time." She cut into Morathi’s sentence as if with a knife and looked back at the rather unkeen Dark Sorceress. "Do behave nicely. The beastmen operate on the very idea that I am above you now. It gave a little more… legitimacy to make choices for your land." Cerise lips soon made a fine little smile. "You wouldn't like to break our negotiations, would you?"

"Do respect me."

"You…" Morathi began but didn't bother to finish; it burned her that she would have to play someone's dog but it burned even more that it wasn't even that far away from truth. 

"Be a good girl - you're a big part of the negotiation too." Hellebron purred and continued as the dimmed, green beads were devoid of any glow or shine, existing as but empty vessels for energy that was yet to be given; they adorned the neck of the Dark Sorceress well and she could only predict what exactly was prepared for them, even though she did have to soon shift her thoughts. 

A scent of something fleshy, something she could only describe as musky soon hit her nose alike a wave of hot air, for definitely was it carried with such. Her nostrils flared involuntarily and she squinted her eyes, knowing that particular smell was not much different to one in Hellebron’s quarters once she was done with sealing their deal back in Har Ganeth. 

For the light of a campfire was to be seen just around the corner, illuminating the relatively small camp of beastmen; one where once so delicate and lush hair was grasped by hands of the rough gors, where countless bodies laid spread across the floor in something that Morathi could only call an orgy of the defeated. She just scoffed, seeing her own banners used alike cum-rags and her former sorceresses being thrown, taken and used in about any way possible.

She sent many onto the battlefield to stop the beastmen and none had truly returned; as it curiously turned out, not one dead but nearly every single one looking as if a herd of beastmen used them daily and definitely shamed enough for her to not care about them ever again. In a way it was just fitting, failures were worth about as much as a ungor’s cocksleeve. 

Mouths full of thick, beastly spunk - that if not stretched over some animalistic dicks - holes spread wide open, breasts and loveparts decorated with warpstone piercings as some of them definitely remained in the herd’s possession for a while now. Few still fought as they were forced to clean wicked cocks with their tongues, she saw the reluctant movements and resistance when it came to being slid all the way down into the furred loin. Most, however, were already empty on their faces as their bodies kept bouncing on tools they couldn't even name. 

“Pathetic.” Morathi stared as one of her former altar-witches was pulled up by nothing more than the chain connecting her nipples; the Dark Sorceress rolled her eyes and turned towards the Blood Queen. "What is this even? Since when do beastmen mate with things instead of breaking them?"

"Curious aren't you." Hellbron declared and made it across the camp; the many ungor and the larger gor ignoring her wholly and keeping to their, seemingly, newly found, sexual pleasures. Only a few currently not busy bestigors turned red, hateful eyes towards them but didn't do anything - they were either well trained for beastmen or outright afraid of the newly arrived two; the former more likely, the latter more sensible. Likely as well, they were given very specific orders to not do anything to the guests. 

Morathi cared little for whether the beasts had started breeding other races or not, even less she did care for those who failed her and Hellebron wasn’t much more caring; both of them merely stepped over the ruined bodies, elven stilettos and greaves digging deep into the plump udder-flesh and buttocks of the mind-broken women, treating them as nothing more than as elaborate carpets. 

All in all it wasn’t difficult to know where to go, it all led but to once cave which’s entrance was buried beneath carved runes, paint and skulls of the local fauna; there was a sickly red light coming out of it and it truly looked like the only point of interested - unless you were interested in seeing a former Hag Witch taking at least three dicks at once. 

Morathi but stepped forth and soon into the very cave, the scarlet glow soon embraced her and allowed her to see well; to feel the energy in the ground and to examine the very ritual circle that was found on the floor; its primitively intricate shapes and unsettling curves seeping and pulling in the very essences of the unwashed beastkin. Everything reeked of some primitive magic, of raw chaotic energies being gathered inside with unsophisticated ways.

For as the sanguine light fell upon her body and creeped into every curve and onto every delicate surface, Dark Sorceress soon spotted the very shaman. A bray-shaman. A thing with the size of a bestigor but covered in enough cloth to look alike some shrouded warlock, with only horns and hooves sticking out of the attire he bore upon himself. Scarlet eyes, much like it was with the rest of the beasts, broke out through his headgear and pierced her well. 

“Leader of the elf-swines.” It was a dry, scarred voice he spoke with; the dark tongue somewhat crude but yet well understandable for beastkin standards. Had to be said there was little love in it but then, druchii sorceress had about as much love to share. 

Morathi's lips already spread to answer but she was too slow, Hellebron was first to open her mouth. "You want to watch your tone, shaman. I barely agreed to your offer in the first place; don't make me change my mind." Blood Queen declared, unfazed by the bestigors that stood by the walls nor by the fabled skinwolves that somehow were yet kept in order. "Had it not been for the fact that I have little time and even less patience for this, I would have butchered your kind myself."

Morathi squinted her eyes in a realization or perhaps just a reminder; she wasn't the leader here, she was but something Hellebron brought along. Beastmen knew little of their internal politics and this is how the situation was presented to them - this is what she would have to be for this trade. 

And that was exactly how the shaman looked at her soon after; Morathi, the Mother of the Witch King, Dark Favourite, The Dark Sorceress, someone whose powers had to be nearly palpable by this filthy chaos-sworn beast - all of it and yet, so easily discarded because she was there just so her lands could be traded away or whatever else. He gave her but two looks and focused on the warpstone beads by her neck. 

"Brought the power." He and Hellebron continued, leaving the other elf to the thoughts of incinerating them all. "Brought it." It was more of a statement than a question, perhaps a slight threat had the condition been not fulfilled. 

"Of course I did." Blood Queen turned to Morathi with a keen smile. "Morathi, is a witch of mine. She'll grant them powers you want." And so there was understanding, beads were empty and it was her power that would be passed onto the shaman in their form. It wasn't something shocking but valuable enough to sway the shaman. They liked power like any other vile sorcerers and she couldn't deny that even a shard of her power would likely turn the beastman into twice the caster. 

She perhaps appreciated the plan just a little bit, even though she still was restless after being called someone else's witch. 

Nonetheless it was an acceptable way to deal with the beasts; likely they would have to deal with them in the future but that wouldn't be a problem given it would be just a shard of power the Bray-Shaman would have and as such…

Her breastplate fell onto the ground with a stinging, metallic noise; her dark breasts fell out freely in all of their flawless glory, shining with delicate flesh that stood but permeated by magic. She looked down with a grimace on her face but wasn't able to say a thing before Hellebron, who already made it behind her, grabbed her breasts and then cupped them. Dark nails dug into the immaculate flesh, all as a fine whisper broke into Morathi's eyes.  

“Our beastly friends do praise Slaneesh." Poisonous voice carried itself in a sweet manner while her breasts were but presented to every beast-thing inside the cave. "And they do love when power comes from excess. Everyone knows sorcerers, much like sorceresses, can't control their flow if they are… well." Blood Queen chuckled. "Rustled."

"You filthy harpy." Morathi growled, sharply but quietly, seeing how the shaman approached her and unceremoniously grabbed her helmet by one of the many horns; horns that wouldn't last much longer as the bray-caster broke them, simply sweeping them with his hand as if they were nothing but dry twigs. 

With discontent eyes she saw the chaos-sprouted bones fall down onto the floor and even less she enjoyed how it was thrown next to the altar, alike discarded bucket of sorts. "Now give them a moment, ass-slut. They need to prepare something to flavour you up." Hellbron declared with such satisfaction, though with a whisper as to not disturb the situation after all. 

"Prepare what?" Morathi answered with a sharp question no less and soon wished it would remain unanswered; for the many beasts dropped their loins and gathered around the altar. Sorceress could only see how monstrous slabs of meat were allowed to hang freely, even those of the beasts that stood next to her and did not approach the altar. With true disgust did she soon smell these unwashed tools; the musky scent of pounds upon pounds of heavy, filthy cockmeat. The raw scent of primal males. 

"Breathe it in, Morathi. For a fuck-meat like you its more of an aroma than anything else." Hellebron purred out as the sorceress could watch these many tools point towards the crude shrine, one that was but topped with a broad but shallow bowl. Made from stone and wide greatly, it was closer to a massive plate than a real container and only its massive size did give any capacity to the gently lowering bottom. 

The scent ran heavier as their hands went into motion, as these tools were soon stroked, all of them. These angrily red dicks that wouldn't fit into a sane woman's mouth, with knots so ravishingly massive that two hands would be needed to hold them, with dark veins so pronounced across their lengths. Smell of the skinwolves was thick and only grew in strength but nowhere as much as that of the bestigors. 

Two still stood by the dark elves as if to guard them but didn't forget to take their tools out as well. They were still but flaccid and yet Morathi could only swallow. Equine tools were not thin and these with ease outdid any dark pegasi she had seen, so broad and with these rings, accompanied by a set of balls that she could weigh with both of her hands. Black as the night and likely storing enough to fill that bowl well over. 

"Time to go, Morathi." Hellebron declared melodiously, letting go of the Dark Sorceress breasts and letting them fall, right before pushing her forward. To call it a push was an understatement however as the Dark Sorceress nearly tripped forward and had to take a few longer steps to regain her balance; it all called for the amount of space she did not have so she merely fell against the altar and leaned on him, her face nearly hitting the edge of the bowl. 

It was then that she decided to turn her head around and curse her blackmailer, even though she never managed to turn her head fully. The altar was beleaguered well from each and every side, it was just a small nock of space she ran into, ending well between the many bestigors and skinwolves. So it was that upon turning her head she was met with a cock simply shocking; so wide, equine and with so many veins running alongside it. 

Her nose nearly touched that dick-meat and could breathe with nothing but its fumes. Her lungs filled and she swallowed, seeing this warhorse-worthy prick be stroked in front of herself; all these veins, these pink dots and something akin to steam sizzling off its surface. It was hot, it radiated with heat that clung to her face no less than this cock-scented air. 

It all but inches from her face. From her lips. 

Rarely did Morathi feel hesitation take root inside her, even rarer was anything akin to fear but that cock was something else. It didn't help that it wasn't alone, for as soon as she looked away from it she could examine all others closely; all of these furiously stroked, ridged, bumpy, veiny, fat cockmeats that converged in amounts grand enough to cover her face wholly. 

It didn't help when they started coming. This equine beast next to her released right into the bowl with pressure she hadn't seen before, she could hear it pummel with force against the wooden surface of the bowl and splatter. A single drop ricocheted right onto her cheek and brought her eyes wider. It was hot, sticky and somehow heavy, as if that spunk was thick alike molten steel. 

Then one after another did they begin to shoot their seed and she understood one more of her mistakes; the bowl could not be the deepest but it was wide, very wide and could host a lot of seed. These red wolven tools gave their part, the horse-ones didn't hold back either and she could see it fill, she could but watch the surface of the cum-pool grow larger and higher. 

And she felt the heat. 

It was but steamy, fuming with the aroma of beastly spunk; fervent smell hit her on the hot vapour and brought sweat onto her face almost instantly. Before it all clung to her face, now it outright permeated it, soaked her with this male scent. It was pure excess that was before her. 

"Go on Morathi." Hellebron declared, as always already behind the Dark Sorceress. "A powerful sorceress like you shouldn't have an issue with downing but a gallon or two of gor-cum. Well it is halfway wolf-cum if it makes much of a difference for you." Cerise Witch leaned onto the bent back of the other elf, she extended her finger and dipped into the bowl, right into the surface. She stirred it ever so gently, allowing the green eyes to see it flow inside itself, the slow but caramel-like movements a testimony to its thickness. 

That finger soon raised, forming an array of stretching, white strings between itself and the surface. "I'm sure it's gonna be delicious to such devotee of Slaneesh as you." She continued her purr and then wiped herself into her former superior's hair. "Some people die out of thirst. Just to remind you." Her words were added at the end, making a very specific but understandable remark. 

Little could Morathi do but swallow, feel a drop of sweat trickle down her cheek. It was the only way to seal the deal, the only way to get these beastmen out of Naggarond and ensure that their kingdom wouldn't fall. If her legacy and her son was to live, she had to do it. 

She had to drink this spunk down like a real cum-guzzler. 

It all brought a certain amount of resolution to her, she spread her hands and grabbed the bowl on its sides; had it not been for hundred spells woven into her flesh, she would never have had enough strength to raise this stone form otherwise. Yet she did, slowly but with an unquivering hand, all beneath the eyes of the beasts, the shaman and most importantly, under the eye of Hellebron. 

It was steamy and a dozen bubbles clung to safety by the edges of the bowl; it all was imperfectly white as if few different shades were mixed together and it all could be seen, no different to strokes on a canvas. The necklace by her skin grew just a little brighter, their growing light a proof that a disturbed sorceress did not hold her power as well - as it was with yet sane servants of Slaneesh, even they knew some excess that wasn't for them. 

"Drink." The shaman declared with a dry, throat voice, gave an order that once more reminded Morathi why she did what she did. So it was that her lips eventually lowered themselves, pressed against the edge of the bowl; the dark kisser felt the heat, felt the radiating warmth and had the foretaste of the salty finesse it would soon unleash upon an unsuspecting tongue. 

So it all moved forth, she canted the bowl upwards and thus it began to flow into her maws. Slowly, sluggishly and without any haste, giving her a moment to understand how thick it would be. Dark Sorceress stared at it with uncertain gaze, uneasy gaze, saw it slouch into her mouth before she felt the taste. 

Her face twisted in disgust as it creeped its way onto her tongue; as it covered it alike a flood and then choked every of her tastebuds. Thick alike caramel but every bit of sweetness replaced with a repugnantly strong taste of salt. It was but a heavy load of spunk she didn't even have to drink but devour; with great difficulty did she force her muscles to push it into her throat and below, just to find something this condensed wouldn't make it down on its own. 

No, she would have to push one load of equine cum with another load of wolven one. Morathi would feel gor spunk burn into her mind, she would feel it creep into corners of her maws and simply last there until her tongue would actively push it further. So she gulped it down, loudly and almost hungrily, knowing just how much depended on her wolfing this cum-batch down. 

Her eyes moved up slightly as her breath turned ragged and heavy; she felt the heat creeping down her neck and filling her belly and there was little time to grasp any air. Sweat creeped further and further onto her face and her brain seemed to clog no differently to her throat, there was just so much cum it somehow broke right into her mind, glued all these elaborate thoughts together and cum-drowned others. 

"Good girl." Purr of Hellebron was but melodious, blissful, it was if she herself was about to come from the sight of her rival guzzling down equine cum, she was at the peak from the very sound of Morathi drinking it all down, the noise of it all no different to thirsty dog splattering water out of its bowl. It was exhilarating. She really wanted to do nothing else but to pull down her own loincloth and turn Morathi's ass into her own playground. 

But it really wasn't hers to take now. 

And it was that content, so victorious tone of Blood Queen's voice that broke through all this cum guzzling; that reached and stung into the consciousness of the Dark Sorceress. It was that mockery that brought these slick fingers to clench so much harder around the stone bowl and they did so with a refound, rekindled resolution. 

Morathi eventually raised that bowl so high that whatever didn't make it into her maws escaped next to them and dripped down onto her breasts; she knew that this cum-feast would decide too much to let it be imperfect, to lose. The very last bits crawled into her maws almost on their own, no different to water disappearing in a drain and as such wholly swallowed by the hungering hole that didn't seem to have an end. 

She dropped the bowl recklessly and with its weight raised only due to her supernatural strength, the stone piece shattered right before her and with this shatter was her fury invigorated. It broke into pieces like anyone and anything that ever dared to stand against her, she wouldn't be beaten by a beastkin, by a bestigor, by a shaman and definitely not by Hellebron. 

"Is this…" She began with a panting, heavy voice and soon clenched teeth, connected together in the anger of a furious animal. Her eyes returned, refusing to take that broken, cum-drowned expression and as such, they glared at the beastmen with hatred that matched their own. "... all? You got more or can I leave you all to rot here in your own filth?"

A heavy hand grabbed her tiny, delicate mouth almost instantly; some dirty skinwolf's fingers squeezed her cheeks and forced her out to pout. A thumb made it into her maws and forced them open, showing these messy, cum-glued insides of the Dark Sorceress. No time had she spared to give her challenge out and likewise no time would she be given to rest. It was only her and these angry, hateful, mindless eyes of red. 

Something heavy slammed against her back as she soon felt a mountain of fur and muscle press into her; some broad, massive slab of hot meat met her alike melting steel - judging by the wolven maws right above her, its colour not much different. The canine berserkers of the cold north would take her first and she would know of their wolven dicks. 

For it was no time until a furred hand swept the altar clean and until she was but pushed forward, forced to trip over the said stone table and to plunge face-deep into some scarlet, angry cock of a skinwolf that stood just behind it. With the force she was forced to fall with she might have had as well tried headbutting a minotaur's chest, the effect would be the same. Yet, it had this delicious sound of this sweaty face hitting heavy pounds of dickmeat, a juicy smack that she accepted with nothing more than an angry expression. 

Not that much could have been seen of it as a good half of her face was buried entirely, hidden under so much wolfhood.  At least not until Morathi's was forced back with nothing less but a heavy, clawed hand on her pretty, little head. With a thumb forcing her maws open and pulling her cheek back, she was allowed to see what would be her next meal. Just a grand, fat amount of red wolf-meat. The knot that would fill her cheeks alike those of the squirrel, the length that would with ease kiss her womb and the tip that just leaked with this thick, salty nectar. She could smell it, she could see how it crudely dripped off that pointy tip and stretched alike a transparent glue. 

Hellebron’s breath turned a little shallow, she was more than keen on taking the backseat in the entirety of this furred, beastly mess she walked Morathi into. Seeing just how much the sorceress was going to do for her son, seeing just how ready she was to blow these unwashed, smelly dicks and claim superiority at the same time - it was thrilling. Had it not been for her will to be the most sophisticated person in the cave, she herself would whip her tool out and take care of it. 

But yet, someone had to be civilized here. 

As the Blood Queen put a finger into her mouth and watched, Morathi faced off with the radiating heat and smell that seemed to fill her nostrils whole, everything because of that precum splurting, filthy urethra. And yet, that's exactly where those dark, onyx as the night lips were going in her mind. The Dark Sorceress did not plan to be outdone by any sort of mutt and in truth all she wanted was to done with this entire situation; so it was quite clear that the only way to do it was fast was to suck that dick as furiously as she would be able to. 

Morathi took but a sigh and then attempted to grab that cock by its shaft but her little wrist was grasp by this giant wolven claw instead. She had but a second to look up at the beast before she was turned around like a doll, her grand breasts moved up to shine with their size and her nipples shown in their prideful, erected state. "What are you even-" Words of anger were cut in half as her head was forced down the edge of the altar, canting perfectly down and facing off with a fat, black ballsack of a wolf. 

It wouldn't be so simple as she wished, for beasts were interested in flesh; in massive, juicy heaps of delicate flesh and her kisser was of little interest. The wolfskin couldn't care less about her pretty maws or the saliva filled mouth, only her bust was of any worth. It was it that soon would be grabbed from both sides, it was her beauty-meat that would feel the wolven claws dug deep into them and squeeze them together with enough strength to force this puffiness to nearly escape through the gaps between the claws. 

Tight, forced together and yet with such a beautiful, alluring cleavage; Morathi's qualities soon felt as the red meat decided to take a bite of that tightness. She blinked twice as the heavy ballsack hit her in the process, smacking her and bringing angry confusion onto her face, all as the wolf panted out with great satisfaction, for he slid his tool deep between her breasts, hiding it finely and enjoying it well. 

It was at the same time that another wolf  slammed his own hot tool onto her sorceressly ladyparts. He did not care enough to get rid of the silken loincloth she wore but it didn't stop the Dark Sorceress from feeling a heavy slab of wolven cockmeat right on top of her loveparts. Prevent her from hearing the heavy smack it did neither, not to speak about the heat she would now feel. 

As such, it didn't stop the skinwolf from raising her legs up and high, spreading them to a fine V-shape as well and thrusting into the tight, little elven hole without any hesitation. Hellebron nearly bit into her finger as she saw the wondrous bulge grow on that lovely belly, the twitch and sudden struggle of the sorceress made it only so much more appealing. 

First of the beasts backed off for a moment as Morathi's opened wide and her face twisted in some anger, for she felt not only the stretch of her flesh and the knot that entered her halfway through but one more thing. 

The fact the canine beast didn't even bother to put her loincloth aside and thrusted right with it. 

"You absolute animal, you don't-" Her sentence was cut again as a red, angry tool thrust into her breasts once more and then numerous times again, all in this doggy-like, rapid manner that all beasts as such shared. Each of them finished with a delicious, careless smack of black ballsack against Morathi's face. 

"You… Don't…" Repeated meetings between the unwashed wolven balls and sorceressly face kept her rather unable to voice any disagreements. "I'm… trying to…" As the other wolf began moving in similar fashion and unceremoniously stirring druchii insides, Morathi's face soon grew redder from the repeated smacking. 

After all, skinwolf's balls were finely sized, each to be weighted with gold the skin covering them was not thin either; it all felt no different to being slapped with a leathery purse again and again, said purse having a fine amount of coins in it. 

The sorceress really attempted to continue speaking, her attempts easily drowning under the sound of the smacking she received from both sides; her disagreements rather easily ignored given the amounts of lovejuices spilling our of her lovehole and because of the stone-hard nipple that somehow escaped from between flesh-squeezing claws of the skinwolf. 

It didn't help either that other beastmen began to stroke themselves no less around her, some staring at her motherly bust, others watching these delicious, fine thighs and others merely enjoying the smell of cum-fed, dick-scented dark elf. There were enough reasons to enjoy the mad excess, the sheer depravity and degeneracy of what took place. 

Most importantly, it all was that which made Morathi less than composed and caused her powers to run a little rampart, to be sucked in by the very necklace she brought and in turn carry out the most important part of the deal. 

Naturally, such beasts bathed eagerly in such an atmosphere, their own arousal and raw will to release growing swiftly in the thick fumes of raw breeding. For the Dark Sorceress it was, however, far from quick as her time was rather measured in how many times will she involuntarily kiss the wolven balls, counted in just how many times she could swear she heard the heavy amount of seed splash inside them. 

Not to speak about the very raw scent of a male being rather forcefully imprinted into her skin with all that force - smell that wouldn't go away easily. Morath would just almost bounce between the two wolves, her breasts repeatedly spread by red cockmeat, her ladyparts hosting more and more of her loincloth inside themselves as the wolf would just pound the fabric into the tiny body with every thrust. 

Hellebron shivered herself, seeing how the shining heels just hanged in the air, shaking rapidly in a simple mimicry to the canine rhythm. It was a simple testimony, one so pronounced by the wet, juicy sounds of druchii cunt-pounding. There was just so much lovejuices that now dripped onto the floor, shone on the red cock and granted it but a glossy beauty. 

All of her doing. 

The heavy breasts that had to make space and spread to the sides with every thrust was because of her game. The ever growing and disappearing bulge on her belly stretching that delicate skin as if it was some toy-fabric, it too was just because she had one good idea in it all. It was a delicious awareness, thrilling realization. 

Those dark, magic-swollen breasts of Morathi, they really just swam so beautifully around the red meat. Stroked it with their delicate flesh and at the same time, were crushed so mercilessly to provide as much tightness as possible. A fine, motherly bust of the strongest dark elf witch to date - it all reduced to a skinwolf's masturbation toy. 

Might have been Hellebron's finest achievement yet. 

It was only once the sorceressly expression was nothing more than a red, angrily annoyed but not silent mess that the wolves decided to finish their own pleasure. One of the wolves thrust well into these enchanted pillows, eventually pushing them a little down the elven chest, so that his tip would be fully covered; the other merely slammed into the druchii lovecunt for the last time and forced his knot whole, his tool likely breaking into the womb and kissing its very end. 

With a howl, heads raised and pulled back did they soon release; their ballsacks tensing and rising so beautifully with every load shot out - one near Morathi's loveparts, another right on top of her face. It was a loud splurt after a loud splurt, you could easily hear them shoot them out inside her and more so, you could soon see it escape her loveparts like a flood.

Morathi arched softly on the altar, one kind of a response to heat not only awashing you from the inside but also to a coat of white, warm spunk spilling all over your chest and belly, covering you alike a blanket. The redmeat soon pulled out of her loveparts, uncorking it in a way and bringing a whole lot of white thickness to spill out. Slowly, very slowly of course; it was quite the thickest thing she ever saw after all. It wouldn't be so easy to get it out. 

Not to speak of her loincloth that seemed to be entirely gone, not exactly ripped away but pounded so mercilessly into her hole that someone would have to pull it out by force.

So was the pretty face soon uncovered, revealed, red and with broken from sweat makeup, smelling alike gallons of wolfcum and their ballsacks. The Dark Sorceress breathed heavily as her legs were allowed to fall down, cum-stained and with claw marks in the fine thighs. 

Morathi tried to rise her head, to look at her own body and done so shiveringly, her muscles rather strained by the position she was in for a timeless while; all that she saw were other beastmen, stroking their tools or simply standing with erect ones, their red eyes right on her. 

"Well I do not think the beads are full just yet…" Hellebron declared with a lovely voice as something too big soon hung above the head of the Dark Sorceress, hiding it entirely and making Morathi realize that there always were even bigger things. 

And they barely started with the appetizers. 


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