Strange Tales of the Deadslayer #7

Author's Note: More Deadslayer!!!

Next up is more MacMaster, followed by something completely different! Enjoy!

[fu/fu orgy]

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‭At last, Thiu and I are led into the lodge by Kana’set and her ‘sisters.’ Thiu, as usual, is decidedly more timid about the whole event than I am, but even though she stays very close to me, she has to be as hungry and thirsty as I am, and the Oasis Coven offers salvation. I’m certain to keep a muscular, tattooed arm draped around her, though, giving her a bit of security in this very uncertain (if promising!) situation.

The interior of the lodge is like a dream come true. It has the comfortable spaciousness of my Xai fighter’s dorm, but is more lavishly decorated, relaxed, and filled with ever more gorgeous ladies! A quick scan shows that there are at least five more women here, in addition to the five I arrived with, so taking into account those I can’t see, we’re looking at at least a dozen members of the Oasis Coven. Amidst the sounds of conversation, there is also music – two of these veiled beauties sitting together on a great, velvety cushion, legs playfully intertwined, one plucking at a harp-like instrument, while another saws gently at something more akin to a gnarled, grayish violin.

I am assaulted, too, by a buffet of smells. Most immediate is that of a strong, heady incense, the smoke from which hangs so thickly in the air as to be visible to the naked eye, though it has a tart, spicy note, not entirely unlike the mead I had a sip of at the ren faire last year! Beneath that bass note of smoky perfume, though, is something I have a far greater interest in – food. My time among the Xai has gotten me pretty acclimated to eating things that aren’t doritos, so while I don’t expect to find any of those here, it’s not as heartbreaking as it would have been before I became Allara. The smells coming from inside the lodge are far more intense and complex than what I ate among the Xai, suggesting sauces and spices rather than the strange, simple snacks I was given as the Krruya.

“Oh, man, please tell me that’s food,” I all but whimper, looking to Kana’set with pleading eyes.

She meets my gaze with a smile. “Of course, Deadslayer. Food and drink… all you could ask for, of both.” She leads me and Thiu into a huge room that looks almost like a banquet hall, a low stone table displaying a bounty of delicious grub! Almost before I can take it all in, two women with green veils come up to us, handing Thiu and I pitchers of water, and I immediately start to guzzle from the one I’m given. I can only hope it isn’t poison or something like that, but if it is, I’ll have to rely on my new body to deal with it – there’s no way I’m going another second without drinking something!

Thiu, wisely, watches until I’ve drained my pitcher before cautiously sipping from hers, then getting more aggressive once she realizes she isn’t gonna die. The veiled sisters watch us, hiding coy smiles or soft giggles as we get properly hydrated, then quickly start going bananas on the banquet in front of us. It’s sorta halfway between Xai cuisine and the food from Earth, the meals being recognizable as meals, just not any sort of meals I’ve ever had before. Amusingly, Thiu seems more confused by it than I do, picking at the simplest-looking dishes while I start to chow through glazed meats, dense breads, fresh fruits, and strange salads I know better than to inspect too closely.

What feels like an hour passes, and I find myself draped on a throne of silks and strange furs, both nourished and hydrated. The scrap of tattered cloth that forms my ‘shirt’ seems to have been misplaced at some point (where did it go, though?), and Thiu clings her four slender arms around my hips, eyes closed and purring blissfully. “More wine?” one of the the veiled women asks softly, holding up a scintillating decanter with a mother of pearl-esque color and sheen.

I inhale, and am forced to hold back a tremendous belch, instead only letting a long, low rumble of a burp slip past. Holding up the goblet I’ve been clutching to for some time now, I offer a lazy smile and nod. “Hell yeah.” Man, I could really get used to getting treated like this! I know Ciphia’s still gone and everything, and… I mean, I know I need to find her, stop Thodax, and all that. But I also need to think of Thiu! Doesn’t she deserve somewhere peaceful and comfortable? And… well, as a bonus…it’s nice to get appreciated like this.

The woman – tastefully thick, gray-eyed, and veiled in green – pours from the decanter into my cup. The liquid is unlike any wine I’m familiar with, a rich indigo in color and flecked throughout with white, but it has a bright sweetness that I’ve come to adore. Between that and the incense in the air, I’ve found my senses peacefully dulled, a much-needed calm starting to seep into my muscles, giving me some of the most genuine rest and refreshment I’ve gotten since arriving in… well, wherever I am, I guess!

I close my eyes for a moment, stretching, draping one leg over the arm of the low, wide, soft seat I’ve melted into, and take a long swig from my goblet, letting the wine warm my belly and its curious potency seep into my senses. For a moment, I’ve a mind to let slumber claim me completely… but I’m very pleasantly stirred back to consciousness by the sensation of a hand slipping under my loincloth.

“You are fed and refreshed, Deadslayer,” the woman in the green veil says, her fingers caressing back and forth along my new, improved, and much better-used girldick beneath the scrap of cloth concealing it. “What else, then, do you desire of the Oasis Coven? How… further… might we please you?”

“I…um…” I start to say, swallowing hard. Even though my judgment’s a little more cloudy than usual, there’s no doubt in my mind that what she’s doing feels great… and before I can form a complete answer in my mind, two more sisters arrive at my sides – one wears loose garments of dark, gauzy red, showing off her hips and the undersides of her breasts, a little slimmer and darker-skinned than the others. The other is Kana’set herself, laying her hands on my shoulders from behind and nuzzling into my own voluminous scarlet hair.

“Please, Deadslayer, do not feel ashamed for whatever desires you may feel,” she whispers, slithering down towards the girl in green, between my spread thighs. “Her hand entices you, does it not? Imagine what more we might provide, were you to ask….”

Gosh, when you’re right, you’re right! That hand feels amazing, massaging up and down my shaft, bringing it to full hardness in only a few moments. Beside me, Thiu stirs, though doesn’t awaken entirely – instead snuggling absently into the bosom of a blue-clad sister, her purring intensifying as warm, gentle hands caress up and down her lanky, four-armed figure. With her well-being confirmed, I focus back in on Kana’set, specifically at the downright impressive pair of boobs she has – I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about those since the moment I laid eyes on her, but now things are seriously heating up! “Your, uh…” yikes, how do I make this sound cool? “...your chest… pleases the Deadslayer greatly.” Ugh, no, not third-person, that’s not it.

“Does it, my champion?” Kana’set tilts her head to the side, her eyes flashing with intrigue, though her purple veil hides much of her facial expression. “Then let me reveal it to you.” Jackpot! My heart starts racing as she begins to unwind the violet fabric from around her shoulders, her slightly-slitted eyes never breaking contact with mine, letting her notice the instant my concentration breaks – as her breasts are freed to the hazy air of the lodge, I take them in in all their glory, and am very impressed. Ciphia had been well-endowed (heck, even I am, now!), but there’s no denying that she’s in another league. Despite the size and heft to her tits, they seem to be effectively resisting the pull of gravity, sporting a luscious softness while remaining surprisingly buoyant. “Perhaps, in turn, you’ll reveal something to me.”

She doesn’t await any sort of confirmation, and the woman in green intercepts her request, smoothly removing my loincloth and exposing the thick rager underneath. “H-hey, I, uh–!” I start to stammer, but it’s more nervous energy than genuine protest, especially since Kana’set seems to have some really amazing plans for me! Almost before I can tell what’s happening, she’s leaned forward, letting my dong slide between the mouth-watering globes of her magnificent tits, trapping it snugly between them. The woman in green has leaned over her cleavage, letting a trail of saliva drip out from beneath her veil, coating the end of my dick and the valley of flesh in which it now resides. “Oh… o-oh gosh… wow…” I try not to stammer, and feel a gentle hand at the back of my head – the girl in red, pulling my own wine glass back to my lips, encouraging me to take another long drink. I down a few more long gulps before she pulls the goblet away, beginning to refill it, as my attention returns to Kana’set’s machinations between my thighs.

“You show great and discerning taste, Deadslayer,” she coos, squishing her breasts even more fully around me, massaging them gradually up and down my length. I have to admit a bit of pride – even as incredibly endowed as she is, she doesn’t seem quite able to cover the entirety of my johnson with her boobs at any one time, gliding the soft flesh back and forth along me again and again to get the proper coverage. “My sisters have taken advantage of my gifts in similar ways many times in the past. I’m pleased to be able to bring you the same… satisfaction.”

Still not sure if she means sisters as in siblings, or sisters like nuns have sisters, or just an earnest display of camaraderie, but I’m not one to get judgmental, especially as this spicy haze of pleasure crawls along every inch of me. The woman in green nuzzles affectionately into Kana’set’s shoulders while one of her hands dips below the other’s heaving breasts, cupping and fondling my balls even as Kana’set massages her boobies along my shaft. The girl in red has moved behind me now, one hand playfully caressing one of my breasts in slow circles, while the other returns the goblet to my lips, encouraging another sip that I accept. A quick glance at Thiu shows that she’s still contently cuddled up, though her transparent gown has been pulled down around her shoulders, allowing the sister in blue to tenderly tease at the Xai slave girl’s perky little nipples, something that has caused her peaceful purring to heighten, grow erratic with unconscious delight.

I let out a heated groan as Kana’set starts to increase her pace, the lodge’s lilting music providing backdrop to the swift, squelching sounds of her slick breasts sliding along me, squeezing in a repeating upward motion, like she’s trying to massage something out of me – and from the way my body’s starting to heat and tingle, I think she’s close to getting what she’s after. “Nngh… h-holy smokes, this feels… nnh, I….”

My eyes drift shut, and I let myself be buried by the sensations, my back arching, sucking in a deep gasp of breath. Whenever I think Kana’set is going as fast as she intends to, the speed and intensity ratchets up even further, and before I can think to resist, a surge of ecstasy rocks through me. Pump after pump of hot, sticky spunk shoot up into the air, cascading across Kana’set and her fellow covenite, making a mess of breasts, faces, and veils alike as I wantonly blast a much-needed load. “There we go…” Kana’set coos, swiveling her breasts back and forth along my still-throbbing shaft, rubbing my own cum into it as a fresh source of lubricant. “You’re doing so well. I wonder… how else I can satisfy you?”

Without waiting for a reply she probably wasn’t gonna get, Kana’set lifts herself up, drawing the side-slit of her flowing pants to the side, revealing something I’m getting more and more acclimated to seeing – a penis. While she’s already nearly fully erect, she doesn’t seem to have any intention of using it on me, but instead lowers herself back down into my lap, popping the tip of my own dong against her backdoor. I suck in a sharp breath of anticipation, and her long, dark lashes flutter as she slowly takes me inside of her, inch by inch, until the entire massive thing is entrenched deeply into her butt. “Fh-hah…!” I gasp, clutching tightly to the arms of my makeshift, fur-strewn throne, shuddering as Kana’set starts to slowly, insistently ride me.

“There you are, my champion. Relax… join with me…” she lets out a husky groan, and I find myself quite compliant with her requests. More sisters of the Oasis Coven seem to be congregating around me (all very lovely and welcome, of course), hands caressing and groping along my body, kneading breasts, thighs, or butt, playing with my hair. I shift sideways, spreading my legs a little more, and find my head resting against a new cushion, the green-veiled woman now behind me and letting me recline against her bare, ample chest. I’m given another long drink of wine, the effects of which I’m now really starting to feel – this experience becoming no longer simply hazy, but also dreamlike, my inhibited attention span struggling to take everything in at once.

I glance at Thiu, who is now roused, if groggy – the sister in blue is now caressing her fingers along Thiu’s exposed member, two more digits probing the Xai girl’s rear entrance. Meanwhile, a new sister, this one clad in a sort of pale banana-yellow, lets Thiu rest her horned head between her soft, inviting thighs, feeding her what a sort of reddish, grape-like fruit that she tentatively accepts. At least she’s getting taken care of, too, it sets me at ease and lets me focus on everything… well, everything else that’s going on in this smoky tangle of bodies and sensations. Moans and sighs (including my own) fill my ears, and despite the hands and bodies squishing and sliding against me from what feels like every angle, my focus is on Kana’set.

I gulp hard as I watch her ride me, her cum-glazed breasts heaving up and down as she takes me deeply into her ass again and again. Gosh, before I came to this place, I used to think raw anal with a beautiful babe was a fantasy, a faraway dream that’d never even come close to happening, but since being the Deadslayer I’ve lost track – and it’s exactly as good as I could have hoped, if not better! It’s hard not to be a little hypnotized by the way her dong sways and rotates each time she bounces in my lap, but I have plenty of other things to focus on, and… honestly, it really isn’t bothering me as much as I thought it would. It’s sorta hot, honestly, her level of hardness serving as a visible gauge of how much she’s enjoying what we’re… well, up to.

A woman in teal sidles up beside Kana’set, nuzzling into the side of one breast and reaching around to gently stroke along her cock while she rides me, providing the support that I realize I probably should have been providing this whole time. Kana’set lets out a lustful moan, spurred on to rock her hips even harder and quicker against my pelvis, my shaft completely hilted in her snug, gooey backside. I can feel another climax of my own rising up, and from the look of how stiff and eager she’s gotten, she’s climbing that same mountain. It is odd that, no matter how hot and rapid our frantic sexing gets, she shows not even the slightest shine of sweat, but I have way too much going on to care about that, or even fully digest it. Things are getting crazier all around us, with different members of the coven embracing one another, caressing, some rubbing their boners against each other, some outright bending one another over and starting to do the nasty! The sound of cries and moans grows louder and more all-encompassing, and I feel hands and weiners alike rubbing back and forth against my own hot, slippery breasts. I’m force-fed another long drink of wine, and notice that Thiu’s been bent over into a piledriver position, getting her tight ass railed by that woman in blue.

I gasp as I feel a hot shot of something sticky squirt across my abs, feel Kana’set’s butt clench and quiver around me, milking out another flurry of my own creamy bolts, these ones shooting inside of her rather than across her. I reach out a lazy hand to grab one of her boobs, initially missing it on account of my drunkenness and exhaustion, but then getting a good hold. She seems to dig it, leaning down so I can get a better grip… then she makes eye contact with me, the slits of her pupils widening slightly as she holds my gaze. “You were a very entertaining guest, Deadslayer,” she whispers, my dong still entrenched so deep inside of her she can probably feel it in her stomach. “Now, why don’t you give me…” she leans closer, reaching up to unfasten her veil at the back, letting it slip off of her face – and revealing a broad, lipless maw, filled with needle-like gripping teeth and two massive, glistening fangs, “...a little kiss?”