MOTDE: "She should lick your butthole" B1
From Create Your Own Story
Trix gives you an exhilarating smile. "Yes that´s an excellent idea High-Huntress. Who knows, maybe high-elves are perverted freaks who enjoy anilingus more than licking clit? She´ll definitely have to perform much better at licking my ass than licking my clit. Otherwise I will deprive much pleasure from seeing her breed in the orc dens!"
Trix reaches for a nightstand and grasps a small, metal key lying there. She hurls them at Faylin who fumbles them in the air.
"Untie Trix´s younger harlot Queen-slave," you command the unwilling woman. Faylin doesn't enjoy becoming the slaves handler knowing what´s about to happen to her. But she duly unlocks the shackles fastened around the girls ankles, as well as removing the chains connecting them to her collar.
The high-born regent then reaches for the anal-plug like she would a spider and grasps it. A loud, popping sound is heard as she pulls it from the girls dirty rectum. The girls hair is still wrapped around the end of the butt-plug, so Faylin carefully picks it off, cautious not to touch the messy surface that had been lounged up the poor girls shithole.
Before the unchained girl even has a chance to rise you grab her long, braided ponytail and yank her harshly towards you. She screams sharply as you do so, landing just at your feet. You grab her ponytail by the base of her hairline, holding it and roughly pulling her head back so that she looks straight up into your cold eyes.
"What name did that old cunt over there bestow upon you at birth slave?" You say and jerk your head in the direction of the ambassadors tied-down body.
"Sinalla," she sobs.
"Hmm, the surface-elves always name their children like whores," you say to no one in particular in the room, then aim your piercing eyes at Sinalla´s again. "So tell me high-elf slave Sinalla. Does the thought of squeezing out an annual litter of green, orc babies from your womb for the rest of your life sound appealing?"
The girls meek sobs break out into violent crying at your words. "NO! No please not that! I´ll do anything. J-Just don´t mate me with orcs!"
Trix laughs loudly in amusement at the girls panicky response and begins to get in position. She lies down on her back with her rump at the end of the bed. Then she spreads her legs wide apart and up in the air, so that her butt-globes spread to reveal the valley of her ass. This is easily accomplished with her highly athletic and agile, huntress-trained body. Finally she arches her butt upwards. All this reveals and emphasizes her sheltered, puckered butthole.
"Are you sure you don´t want to be sent to the breeding dens little girl? An orc cock is at least three times the size of any surface-elven male. They could easily stuff you with so much cock that your holes would burst and so much cum that you won´t have to eat or drink anything else even during your labor," you ask with an serious, non-sarcastic voice, as if imploring her to reconsider.
"No-o-o-o-o," She cries in a fading manner, "a-anything but that please! Please Mistress dark elf, I´m begging you!"
A subtle, derisive smile forms on your lips. "So Sinalla... what would you rather do then?" You inquire with a stern voice that demands a satisfactory answer.
A hyperventilating Sinalla looks over at Trix. She sees her positioning, understands how the pose deliberately spreads her ass-cheeks and emphasizes her vile butthole. She also sees the wicked, leering expression on Trix´s face, and understands it´s dyed with lewd anticipation.
Sinalla begins to answer with a heavy voice, "I... l want to clean my Mistress rectum. I want to tongue her beautiful brown hole until it´s clean and proper. I want to make amends for my poor performance in licking her beautiful pussy last night. I want to prove that high-elf girls are just a bunch of horny sluts who want to be dominated and fucked by dark elves!" She states with a fiery passion streaming from self-preservation.
"Hahahaha!" You and Trix laugh like harpies at the crying girls depraved and degrading speech. Still laughing, you raise your arm and point at the exposed, O-shaped butthole belonging to Trix. The young girl immediately darts off on-all-fours towards her Mistress rear-entrance.
The Queen has been watching the process in silent repulsion. Her silence cracks as a low, barely audible grunt escapes Faylin´s lips as she sees Sinalla quickly crawling on-all-fours towards Trix´s spread butthole in hope of appeasing her evil Mistress. It pains her seeing someone so young and innocent being deprived of elven values in the most appalling way imaginable.
Of course, these emotions don´t go unnoticed to your ever-watching eye."What slave-Queen? Do you somehow object to Sinalla tonguing her Mistress anus!?" You yell with an accusing and threatening voice.
The Queen snaps out of her emotional state of mind and knows she´s once again forced to lie or face punishment at your hand. With a wide, fake smile and equally fake fawning tone she awkwardly says, "no Mistress Daine, I approve of it."
Meanwhile, Sinalla has arrived at Trix´s exposed anus. She´s on-all-fours like a dog, kneeling at the end of the bed where Trix has positioned her sculptured black ass. The blond elf´s deep blue eyes stare at the puckered anus, focusing her determination on the raunchy surface. Her nose is almost poking at the wrinkly, brown hole.
"Hihihihi," Trix giggles and stares at the unyielding surface-elf. Her own eyes are more of a cyan color, and her grin wide and curvy like a banana. "Clean it," Trix says and giggles again.
Sinalla goes cold, experiencing doubt for a fraction-of-a-second. Then, repressing all thought, she throws herself with eyes closed at the deep, dark furrow. The high-born young elf encloses her luscious lips over the buttholes crinkly surface repeatedly. She munches and kisses it, slavishly bringing it pleasure by pressing her soft, wet lips onto the foul ring-shaped hole. Like a mad lover she smooches it sloppily, smearing her wet, gushing saliva onto its dry, meaty surface. With each watery, frenzied kiss Sinalla receives a mouth-full of flavors from Trix´s recipient ass.
"Uhmmmm," Trix has already begun moaning and panting, proof of the pleasure generated by Sinalla´s disgraceful rimjob. Her lust-ridden face lets out moist, feminine cries of arousal, "more, more!"
Sinalla presses her closed, pouted lips onto the fleshy butt-lips hard, then parts her lips to let her nimble tongue poke through her lips onto the puckered asshole. She attacks the anal-crack like a mad lover with wild lapses and probing stabs. Her taste-organ darts in, out and around the crampy backdoor. The transaction of fluids and flavors from Sinalla´s juvenile tongue-kissing makes sure the young elves taste-buds are assaulted by repugnant, offensive tastes that sting and burn at her strained willpower.
Your attention returns to tormenting Faylin. "Oh? So the Queen of Heartwood forest approves of surface-elves tongue-fucking their Mistresses assholes? So you don´t consider it... dirty?" You mock her, subtly inquiring her to specify how she really feels about it.
The spectacle Faylin just witnessed only serves to disgust her more. Her extreme nervousness and revulsion is evident in the cold sweat that has begun running down her forehead. Still she forces herself to answer you,"no-no, on the contrary Mistress I... I find it," Faylin sounds like she's about to barf up the words, "I find it highly erotic, a-and romantic... Mistress." The Queen turns her face away so that you don´t see it contorted in disgust.
Behind the both of you Sinalla´s mother is crying a river of tears for her daughter. But the bondage reassures her passivity, and with the mouth-gag her wails and sobs makes her unable to even voice a protest. Faylin sympathizes, crying tears of her own. You put your hands on her shoulders and massage them gently.
"Keep your eyes on that ass-eating slave," you say and begin molesting her body. You run your hands over her naked thighs and lower abdomen. The Queen´s body begins fluttering with arousal. You hear her girthing her teeth and groaning, she must hate the sexual hormones flushing through her systems in such an immoral and undignified situation.
You rest your chin on her right shoulder, then lean in to whisper in her ear with a sultry voice, "imagine your daughters eating out my shithole like that. Wouldn´t that be just lovely?"
"Oh Goddess!" Fresh trails of tears run down Faylin´s cheeks. Afterwards she grunts throatily and swallows, a loud grunt, as if trying to stop the mother-of-all-insults escaping from her mouth and hurling itself at you.
You nibble on her earlobe and lick up her tears with your long, agile tongue. "Omm Yes, Isis and Iris feasting on my ass. I can just imagine those two young tongues making out inside my asshole while their mom sucks my dick," you say and push your pelvis into her luscious butt.
Faylin makes all manners of pain-filled grimaces as she continues to witness the anilingus before her. Sinalla has her pink lips firmly locked with Trix´s brown, wrinkly shithole. The blond slave has her moist tongue lounged into the filthy and arid depths. She vigorously swirls and twirls her tongue against the fleshy walls of the anal-passageway. The anus worship is filled with indecent, slurping noises.
"Y-Yeah, tongue my rectum... Uahhh!" Trix grunts as Sinalla´s tongue penetrates particularly deep. "Yea, hit those deep spots you dirty bitch! I want even the farthest parts of my anus scraped clean! Ahhhh!" Sinalla immediately obeys, the nimble young elf doing everything she can to avoid a fate in the orc breeding dens. The tip of her tongue scrapes the surface of an uncharted area of Trix´s anus.
The huntress tosses her head around and moans as she twitches lightly on the bed. She has begun pinching her own erected nipples. And although her pussy get´s no direct stimulation it´s still soaked and glistering with clear, Drow juices. The young dominant, successful and beautiful dark elf is close to climax, the rimjob has almost driven her over the edge and her legs are quivering up in the air.
You stop carresing Faylin´s body and point over her shoulder towards Trix."See that clit?" You ask, "see that clit thrumming with need?" Trix has a large, nerve-filled clit that always stands out from under her hood. Faylin sees it clearly as you point at the engorged pleasure hub. "You are a whore surface-Queen, go do what whores do."
The Queen steps on shaky legs towards Trix´s erogenous zone. Neither Trix nor Sinalla acknowledge her as the brown-haired mother kneels down on the side of Sinalla. Faylin quickly goes to work on the erotic box, munching and sucking on its vulnerable flesh.
"Ohh, Uhh, Ahh," Trix moans from the double service. She has the head of an Queen and a ambassadors daughter nested in her sensitive nether regions. The Queen feels incredibly cheap and ashamed, not only over begin exploited like this, but also from being heated with desire from your molesting touch. The ambassadors daughter only feels the fear of being thrown into the orc dens. The pleasure boils over for Trix, her sleek legs go from quivering to full-on vibrate in the air.
"Huhuhuhuhuhu, Oh Goddess!" "Ahhhh I´m gonna cum! I´m cumming with both my ass and my pussy!"
With Faylin and Sinalla working their tongues at full speed through the orgasm Trix squirts out climax-fluids from her cunt as she cums. The jucies sprays like piss onto Sinalla´s head and back, landing in long strings over her already desecrated body. There is a great, satisfactory feeling steaming from both her butt and clit, both lewd pleasures showering her mind.
Ahh... Well that was refreshing," Trix says and then kicks Faylin off her with the sole of her foot.
"Ofhh," Faylin grunts as she falls to the floor. Sinalla remains, having withdrawn her now well-flavored tongue from Trix´s butthole and looking at her Mistress with puppy-dog eyes.
"Am I a good slave Mistress? Have this lowly surface-elves tongue proven itself worthy of being your personal butt-cleaner dark elf Highness?" Sinalla meekly asks, anxious for the answer.
Trix laughs haughtily before answering, it unnerves Sinalla.
"Slave," Trix addresses Sinalla, "you haven´t proven anything. Every day you will have to prove your worth to me. Every day will be a test of how good you can serve me. I only keep my slaves as long as they pleasure me. I´m not the kind of woman who attaches sentimental value to mere fuck-toys. Today you are a fresh, exciting new slave, but how long do you think that feeling will last? Eventually you will become mundane, and that rimjob you just pulled-off nothing special anymore. So unless your tongue starts learning some new tricks fast, you may not pass tomorrows test, or the test the day after that, or any of the tests following that."
Sinalla doesn't have time to accurate portray an sufficient expression of terror and hopelessness before Trix sole kicks the blonde slave off her like she did to Faylin.
You move up to Faylin. "Get up slave," you say and yank her leash to make her stand.
"You leaving High-Huntress?" Trix asks.
"Yes, we´ll meet again at later in the throne room when the match back to the underworld begins."
"Understood High-Huntress."
You walk towards the exit, followed by Faylin who holds her head low and wipes off the cunt juices smeared on her face.
Just as you are at the doorway Trix yells out sharply, "High-Huntress!" You do not turn to face her. "I will surpass Minvir, I will become the superior second-in-command and bring honor to Char. You will not regret choosing me." Trix speaks her words with fire and passion, as if having waited long to speak them.
You do not say something for several seconds, and as you do, you still do not turn to face her. "You´ve better surpass the late second-in-command Minvir, young Trix of Char. For if you do not, it is you that will be sold to the orc breeding dens."
You do not turn to asses her reaction, just simply leave having said what needs to be said and heading for your next target.
Or.
