A quest for my love (closed)

Arrik looked over the four Orc guardsmen, all but one looked to be approaching seven feet tall, and all heavily muscled. That said, they seemed to obey the lady of the Lake, and laid down arms when told, which surely spared them their lives, as he and Tolme wouldn't have hesitated in the slightest. Arrik was slower to lower his blade. Things weren't always what they seemed out here in the wilds, and he doubted his own eyes. "Tolme, is this to be believed? Is she secretly some hag in disguise, ready to bite off my cock as a tasty morsel? Are these orcs going to flay the skin from your bones and have their way with your bloody corpse?" He didn't know what to believe. His eyes showed him a fair-skinned woman, who almost seemed to shimmer like heat off a mill-pond. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and her tiny waist seemed almost to not be up to the task of holding her voluptuous form upright, and yet she approached. She was thigh-deep in the water, and Arrik worried his brow at the thought of her. She looked just his taste, so to speak. His cock stirred of its own volition at the mere sight of her, but he couldn't dislodge the teachings of his youth from his mind's eye. He did not drop his guard. Yet.

When she was no more than a dozen paces from him, Arrik took a few steps toward her, lowering his sword only slightly. "Forgive me, madam. We are strangers here in this, your place. I mean no ill will, but I cannot quiet my mind against the thought that none of this might be real. What would you have us do? Drop our only means of defense, so that your guardsmen might make a ruin of my partner, or so that I can discover that you may in fact be a harpy or a faerie of some ill intent? What assurance do I have that you may keep your word?"

Even as he spoke, Arrik's cock strained the confines of his breeches, the mighty muscle threatening to tear its way free after beholding such grace, such poise, such a supremely cock-worthy body to seed. "I cannot deny that your form is appealing to me in the extreme, but I will not drop my guard without some other assurance you will not betray us."

Arrik looked over at his comrade, and Tolme looked back at him. She was poised, ready. Whether to take four orc cocks deep inside her, or to sever heads from necks, remained to be seen...
 
Tolme

“Before we agree to this test. A few questions” Tolme said to the water nymph. “Why are you allied with these Orcs?”

“I’m not allied with those things,” Mireena says, lounging languidly. “Ghastly creatures that can’t sing. No, they are useful lackeys. It was fortuitous, really, I just convinced them to protect me. That is all.” She sighs, almost wistful for a moment. “There are so many in these woods who’d gladly see a nymph dead.”

“How do we know you will not charm us?” Tolme asked

“I could have tried that already, but have not. Also, if I was unwilling to kill cruel Orcs, that might tell you something of my nature. I’m more fearful of you… two well-armed humans!” Mireena explained. “If you prove you are good… by passing the test, then I shall not charm you.”

“I think she is telling the truth.” Tolme said to Arrik. “I’m willing to do her test, but will keep my guard up incase of trouble”
 
Arrik knew very little of nymphs. A minor deity, nymphs were often revered by druidic folk as conduits to nature, and possessed of specific healing properties. The writings Arrik had read in the Library at home which dealt with the woodsfolk (faeires, sprites) had not dealt much with nymphs, but Arrik had been raised to be distrustful of faeries, since they were often playful with humankind, and their play could often be harmful, though not usually malicious. Still, Arrik was uncertain. The way Mireena had worded her challenge had likewise confused him. Hadn't she said 'I want you to make love to me. If you succeed, I will help you.' What did she mean by 'succeed?'

Arrik spoke up, while he unbuckled his heavy belt and laid his pack, axe and sword belt on a rock at the river's edge. "You spoke of success, madam..." he spoke in a brave, full voice that echoed across the water, as he lowered his pants, and pulled his shirt over his muscled torso. "Have you any concerns that I might fail in this task?" He stepped forward, closing some of the distance between himself and Mireena. She was short, scarcely five feet tall -- if that. But her proportions were, to say the least, mouth-watering. She was very pale, with unblemished alabaster skin, a narrow waist and hips that Arrik could really hold onto. Her teats were another gift from her Gods, perfect, gravity-defying orbs that were as unlikely in nature as he and Tolme's own magic-bestowed anatomy, and Arrik would own them, master them, as he had every pussy in his short tenure as a creature possessed of in excess of a foot of rock-hard, wrist-thick pussy-pleaser (or, destroyer.)

"I will make love to you, Lady Mireena. Of that, have no fear. Only -- I feel I must ask you, are you prepared?"
 
Mireena

“To pass the test, you must please me, as well as yourself.” She said to clarify, her eyes looked down at his rather large equipment. “You have the right equipment, I hope you know how to use it” she whispered, speaking with the most beautiful voice that Arrik had ever heard. There was clearly excitement and lust in her beautiful voice.

She stepped into his powerful arms and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her lips against his. The kiss was meant his wildest fantasies. Her lips were softer than rose petals and were as warm as the first rays of the sun after a chilly night. With their lips connected, her hand explored his back and his powerful arms. Her tongue touched his tongue. The kiss felt great, but it also rejuvenated his body.

As they separated, she whispered “MMMM, that was wonderful”

Tolme

Arrik experience could be described as a dream like fantasy. While Tolme would be described as raw porn. There was no easy way to please four hard cocks! She decided she just needed to go in there and do her very best.

She felt the four sets of eyes intently watching her every move. Sex was half about the physical action and half about setting the right mental attitude. She needed to act out a fantasy for these orcs.

“I’m your hired human whore for the day.” She whispered lustfully to them. “I love orcs… and love to please them” She moaned. She watched as their cocks grow hard.

She grabbed the nearest cock, which happened to be generously sized. She guided him to her mouth. Sucking on him as he grunted in pleasure. She called him Orc 1. Orc 2-4 all surrounded her, their hard cocks just inches from her face.

She took Orc 2 and Orc 3's cock in each hand, twisting her wrist so that their cocks were rubbing up and down beneath my fingers. Orc 1 pressing his large cock deep into her throat as he fucked her mouth vigorously. Tolme saliva leaked from her mouth dripping onto her breasts, as I continued to suck on that big quivering cock.

Orc 4 knelt behind her and firmly lifting her heavy breasts with his strong hands and massaging them, her nipples growing hard beneath his fingers. While he pinched at her nipples his other hand reached between her legs and forced his fingers deep inside until her. Tolme juices were leaking down his knuckles. She was now alternated her mouth between each cock.
 
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