COMMISSION: Ironforge Evening
Added 2020-06-10 22:46:02 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: I told you guys you'd like what came out next. ^_^
Commissioned by Pyrista! To check out pics and other stories of the main character, take a gander yonder. :)
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Ironforge knew how to put on a party. It seemed equal parts obvious and unlikely to Pyrista as she clopped down the subterranean stone streets, her hooves making gentle knocking sounds against the compact earth walkways beneath her. She’d found herself drowned in festivities since taking a gryphon to the dwarven capital, if uncertain what holiday, exactly, was being celebrated -- despite having spent some time now on Azeroth, there remained gaps in the pallid draenei’s knowledge of the cultures of others.
From the music and curious garb, though, it was evident that something was afoot, with dwarves, gnomes, and visitors alike frequently clad in short pants in earthen tones, fastened to the shoulders by long straps. Beer was unspeakably plentiful and seemingly free, with the mountain folk handing out tankards of stout at kiosks every quarter, and it wasn’t long before Pyrista found her own hands around one of the heavy clay mugs, sipping idly from the foam bubbling at its head. Looking down to the mustachio’d dwarf who’d passed her the tankard, the alien vindicator tilted her head quizzically. “You wouldn’t happen to know what’s going on, would you? I just arrived to turn in some fragments I found, and--”
“Brewfest, lassie! Ye found Brewfest!” cackled the dwarf, foam dripping from his big brown beard as he swigged from his own tankard. “Best time o’ year to visit the homeland, ah do say. And for a long-legged lass such as yerself, it may be the best time to see just how much fun the small folk can have!”
Eyes brightening, Pyrista allowed herself a small smile -- at least this wasn’t some kind of event where she’d be unwanted. Her digsite finds could probably wait until tomorrow, right? “It’s such a lovely display, seeing everyone so happy! I’ve never been to this celebration -- Brewfest? -- before... what would you suggest I do? Are there games, like we had on the Exodar?”
The dwarf chuckled, “I’d say everythin’s it’s own game iffin’ yer drunk enough! It’s really all in the name, lass -- Brewfest! Ya drink, ya get drunk, ya pass out and hope yer mate ain’t rifled through yer things! Hah!” Affording himself another row of boisterous laughter, the squat vendor licked his thick lips and focused back on the actual question. “But, ahh... I do s’pose there’s the sausage-eatin’ contest, aye? Should be just right that way yonder--” he pointed idly towards the northwest, then waved his arm sideways to point towards the northeast, offering up a non-committal shrug. “Somewheres thataways! Bit o’ good harmless competition never did anyone no harm, eh? Especially drunk! Ahahahah!”
Her own smile turning awkward in the face of the man’s intoxicated fervor, Pyrista offered a polite nod of acknowledgement back, her gaze turning to where the man’s gesture had ended, rather than where it had began. His directions led to Tinker Town, a rather odd place that the draenei had managed to avoid up until now -- not that she had no love for the small folk, but it required admitting that their experiments tended to be... unpredictable. Still, what could be unpredictable about sausages?
The curious plinking and plonking of xylophones, theremins, and other such unnecessarily complex instruments teased Pyrista’s ears as she made her way into Tinker Town, finding this section of Ironforge to be less bustling than the multitude of dwarven quarters but nonetheless humming with animation. Everything seemed to be either a device, part of a larger device, or a massive segment of a marvel of engineering so enormous that its entire body couldn’t be seen -- but it gave the district a certain thrum of activity, a motorized majesty that only served to elevate the sense of life and movement that came with the festival.
Spotting the nearest civilian, a female gnome with a lime-green side-cut and wide, honest eyes, Pyrista took a long swig from her mug and held out one pale hand in an awkward hail. “Excuse me! Miss?”
“Ah?” the gnome girl chirped, turning around to look back -- then up -- before arching a curious brow at the draenei. “Yes, miss towerin’, how c’n I please ya?”
“A gentleman a ways back said a contest was being held this way, something about eating sausages?” the draenei kept her expression open, friendly, doing what she could to be as approachable as she could in such a foreign place. “Can you tell me where I should apply?”
A grin crossed the gnome’s face, dark eyes gleaming as she nodded to her left -- guiding Pyrista’s opalescent gaze toward what appeared to be some kind of mechanized funhouse, arrows lit by glowing bulbs pointing the way into a tunnel that looked, perhaps, just too small for the nearly seven-foot alien to walk through. “I’d say you’ll get all the sausage you want that way, dearheart,” the gnome chuckled. “Just so long as y’ don’t bite down.”
Don’t bite down...? Pyrista blinked away her confusion, but set aside her concerns, making her way down the pathway lighted for her. A riveted steel walkway replaced the foot-smoothed stone of the rest of Ironforge, and soon the white-haired beauty found herself approaching a tall, angular structure, seemingly built into the mountain -- an elaborate product of the artifice of the dwarves’ smaller cousins. The building ahead seemed more a funhouse than anything else, composed of colorful moving parts and, as she boldly entered, numerous mirrors as well. An innocent smile crossed her face as Pyrista stopped to admire herself; the light pieces of plate she wore as armor, bits of golden jewelry on her tail and tendrils, her soft azure skin and loose white hair. It felt a bit conceited to examine herself so, but one must always make sure their look is holding up -- especially during a festival!
The draenei’s attention, though, was pulled away from her reflection as she trotted deeper into this labyrinth of mirrors. Dotted throughout the scintillating, bulb-lit chamber were large holes, about as big around as an orange or apple, leading seemingly into darkness. “Hello?” she clucked lightly, tail swishing contently behind her as she approached one of the holes, situated about four feet off the ground. “Is this where the sausage comes out?” she chirped again, lowering herself to about eye-level and peeking inside. “I’m ready to begin, if--”
Pyrista recoiled just in time as she saw something advancing through the hole, something thick and pink, prodding abruptly against the draenei’s lips as she tried to back away from it. Startled, she gasped, stumbling to one knee and allowing the big, rosy length to push into her mouth and along her tongue. “Mmllphh!” she coughed out as the thing pushed against the back of her throat, receding only slightly before thrusting forward once again. A sausage this most definitely was not -- though she could understand someone being mistaken on account of the similar shape and meaty texture. Innocent or not, though, Pyrista knew quite well what a penis was, and was starting to wonder if she’d been given bad directions, or... simply misunderstood the nature of the ‘sausage’ she was meant to ‘eat.’
Stifling a little cough, the draenei attempted to back up further, neglecting to take into consideration the curious mirrored hallway’s small size. Before she could retreat fully from the musky, hot pink shaft in her mouth, her pert backside had bumped up against the wall opposite her, fitting her in perpendicular between the two angles of the funhouse. “Mmph!” she squeaked out, eyes fluttering as the cock in her mouth thrust forward again, then again, taking full advantage of her wet, warm mouth -- but that squeak rose to a muffled squeal when she felt something prod against her butt as well. Tail lashing wildly, she struggled to glance backward, spotting another one of those strange holes in the wall -- there were far more of them than she’d thought! -- this one providing a gateway to a long, flat-ended shaft, dark violet in coloration and grinding insistently against Pyrista’s ass.
“Hmmrrpm-- hey, y-you--” Pyrista tried to grumble around a mouthful of what she surmised could only be kaldorei cock, but the prodding from neither side was letting up. The thick length in her mouth continued to thrust in and out of the hole in the mirror, its impressive size making it difficult to protest around as it prodded and rocked against the back of the draenei’s throat. The darker one behind her was just as insistent, if clumsier, finally managing to slide beneath the loose segments of lightweight plate protecting Pyrista’s backside and squishing against it, between those pert cheeks. The rubbing and grinding of it along the sensitive cleft of her backside sent shivers shooting along Pyrista’s spine, the hot, thick length gradually slathering the juices of its excitement from its flat, fluted end, smearing it along that plump blue butt.
Muffled behind her own gagging moans of half-hearted protest, Pyrista could hear the sounds of heavy, heated breathing coming from the other side of the two holes, the pushing and prodding growing more and more insistent with each passing moment. Positioning one hoof beneath her, the draenei found herself in a somewhat less compromised pose, and could likely squirm away completely if she tried. A pang of uncertainty gripped her, though, when she felt the slick tip of that dusky, horse-like cock behind her bump aggressively against her asshole, slowly pushing past the initial muscular resistance of Pyrista’s tight little butt, and then -- “Aahhnn!” -- inside of her, shallow at first, then deep with a sudden thrust of eager hips.
“Nnnghhh...” Pyrista heard from behind her, muffled through the opposite wall. A throaty groan of contentment, followed by a gradual easing back -- then a deeper thrust, that pillar of deep purple flesh shooting back out of its portal and into Pyrista’s tight ass. Her tail going rigid and standing straight up, the draenei let out a whimper of mixed, uncertain emotions, drooling around the musky rod pushing its way into her throat. On one hand, there was a certain indignance at the rudeness of having dicks stuffed into her mouth and ass without even asking, but on the other hand, she understood so little of dwarven culture, especially on this specific holiday (Browfast, was it?). On top of that, it wasn’t like Pyrista didn’t enjoy a little illicit playtime now and again, and she did love the feeling of something being crammed up her tight blue backdoor. Maybe she’d be better off simply enjoying the situation for what it was worth, right...?
Letting out a gargled moan of her own, the draenei tried to stabilize herself a little more, one hand planted on the wall in front of her while the other moved to her plate bottoms, unclasping them and letting them drop to the ground beneath her. It was only instants before the thrusting shaft behind her grew emboldened, noticing the lack of resistance and slamming forward more wildly, even as Pyrista’s hands moved, similarly, to her matching plate top. Freeing herself from that, too, she began to tease one of her own tender blue nipples, tilting and tugging at the golden metal bar that laced it and crooning with pleasure. As the cocks both before and behind her thrust back and forth into her mouth and ass, so too did the paladin finally start to rock back and forth in time with them, her shimmering eyes drifting shut as she surrendered herself to pleasure and excitement, her asshole tightening and quivering around its thick invader, tongue lapping and curling around the massive pink member forcing its way into her esophagus. If this was the way the dwarves threw a party, then who was Pyrista to protest? Especially when the party felt so... nnngh... so fucking good....
Shifting back and forth, back and forth, her trepidation began to melt away, replaced by a building hum of pleasure and lust, of desire. She could hear moaning on either side of her now, largely wordless, but some phrases were beginning to come through. Both voices were feminine, but she could hear more beyond, as if a discussion or argument was going on as the two thick shafts rammed in and out of her mouth and ass from either side. With a groan of pleasure, Pyrista finally pulled back enough to slide the thick pink cock from her mouth, nuzzling into it and speaking, trying to be heard through the hole the shaft had sprouted through. “H-hello? Is... are there other people back there...?”
There was a chuckle, and Pyrista listened more closely as the voice was heard again. “As many as you could need, if you want to come out of that chamber and have some fun. All you have to do is follow the sound of my voice....”
The draenei blinked as that big pink dick slipped back into the hole, vanishing -- and, a moment later, the massive rod nestled so deeply up her butt slid out of her as well, leaving her alone in the hall of mirrors. “Wait, where are--?”
True to her promise, the voice sounded out again, guiding a squirming, naked Pyrista forward through the maze. “This way, sweetie; that’s it....” Giggles could be heard, both from the voice itself and from others, around and behind her, the glass sending acoustics reverberating around the strange little labyrinth. A small part of Pyrista told her to go back, gather her things, but... whether it was the beer she’d been drinking or the sheer lust swelling in her body, more intense than ever after getting that thick cock crammed up her tight little ass, she knew there was no turning back now. She needed more -- she needed to follow this to its conclusion.
It was only moments before she emerged on the other end of the hall of mirrors, arriving in a strange chamber that almost looked like it had been lost to time, a forgotten sanctuary resembling something between an apocalyptic bunker, a child’s play-fort, and a harem room. Furs, blankets, and colorful cushions covered the majority of what appeared to be a rusted metal floor, and strings of multicolored mechanical lights swung and stuttered from the slanted ceiling. Discarded drink bottles of indeterminate age, along with fresh mugs likely snagged from the outside world, were either piled into corners or resting on metal shelves. Long-discarded articles of clothing joined the random cushions and silks, adding more to the chaotic layer of softness between them and the cold floor beneath. It truly seemed like a hiding place, somewhere accessible only through the mirrored labyrinth -- which itself could only be traversed by those who knew it.
“You made it,” purred the voice she’d been following, and Pyrista’s attention shifted from the cozy gloom of this hidden place to its inhabitants, of which there were decidedly more than expected. All of them were women, all of them beautiful in different ways... and all of them very, very naked, something that sent Pyrista’s heart pounding. It also seemed she was the only person here without a dick of her own, unless someone else was hiding beneath a blanket somewhere, which guided her mind quickly to fantasies of how this evening might play out.
“I... yeah,” Pyrista stammered, swallowing hard, tail swishing wildly behind her as she took stock of the individuals around her -- first with the woman who’d been speaking. The pink-cocked beauty was kaldorei, and tall even for her people, her skin a warm bubblegum color and her hair white like cherry blossoms. She replaced the race-car physique of most night elves, though, with a more matronly one, sporting hips and breasts equally as impressive as her massive girlcock. Atop her head sat, conspicuously and somewhat confusingly, a little jeweled crown. “I’m, uh, I’m Pyrista,” the draenei attempted again, her tail swishing faster and faster, in sync with her own heartbeat.
“Alynisa,” the night elf smiled, her gaze flicking from the paladin to just behind her. Pyrista’s eyes widened, and she moved to react, but just an instant too late -- a hand took gentle hold of her tail as a body moved up close to hers, the other hand winding around her to cup and fondle one breast. She felt a familiar slick shape squish up between her asscheeks, the equine member grinding contently against her butt.
“Call me Vae,” the voice from behind her purred, and Pyrista tilted her head to look behind her. The speaker was draenei, as she’d originally thought from the distinct shape and dusky purple color of her cock, a shade that extended to the rest of her body. Short, smoky-blue hair was styled into sharp curls, lapping like flames up around two long, swept-back horns.
“And, uhhmm...?” Pyrista looked at the other three women, nodding her head in their direction. One was also draenei, though lightforged -- golden glyphs adorning her alabaster skin, and sleek gold hair shyly framing her innocent oval features. One long, twisted horn stood straight up, while its opposite on the right side appeared to have been broken off long ago. Unlike Vae, who was rather slim for a draenei, the lightforged beauty was long-torsoed and curvaceous, sporting full, milk-white breasts not quite as large as Alynisa’s. Of specific note was her cock, as well: large and laying demurely against her thigh, it sported the same sheathe and impressive length as Vae’s, but its tip was rounded -- more like that of a human -- rather than flat. Apparently lightforged had more differences to their kin than Pyrista realized.
Next was what appeared, at first glance, to be a human, shorter and far more athletic than her fellows, with pale, firm tits, rippled stomach, and strong-looking thighs. Long, shaggy hair of blood-red color spilled down her back, and a thatch of similarly-colored fluff crested her own dick, which was the single giveaway to a non-human nature. Red and glistening, her cock was decidedly canine, sporting a tapered tip and sizeable knot, the entire thing pulsing contently as it was idly rubbed and lapped at by the final member of the little hideaway -- a void elf.
The elf, if not the shortest, was decidedly the slimmest of the group, her ghostly skin smooth and marked with the occasional flowing tattoo. Black lips and deep eyeliner suggested that she fully embraced her gloomy origins, with straight azure-black hair covering most of the side of her face. Small breasts both sported silvery piercings, as did her slender cock, which dripped with its own juices as she kissed and licked at the base of the worgen beauty’s rod.
The hand cupping Pyrista’s breast shifted, pointing her finger at the three others. “Kela, Lucy, and Raviel,” Vae instructed, pointing to the lightforged, then worgen, then elf, “and I think they’re all going to enjoy playing with you.”
“But for now,” Alynisa called out softly, lowering herself down onto a throne of cushions and letting her plush thighs part slightly, “why don’t you come over here and make yourself comfortable. Show you off for the rest of the girls.”
Swallowing hard, Pyrista nodded slightly, dislodging from the other draenei behind her and taking a few uneasy steps forward. This was so exciting, and her body was screaming for more attention -- to be ravaged by these five beauties of the Alliance -- but there was trepidation, too. Could she possibly... accommodate... all five at once? Reaching the crowned kaldorei, Alynisa gently placed her hands on Pyrista’s hips, leaning in to place a few gentle kisses along the draenei’s firm breasts, licking one pierced nipple lovingly before turning the paladin around, lowering her squirming blue figure down into her lap. “Vae told me you let her have some fun with this cute little ass of yours,” the night elf grinned, nibbling at one of the tendrils hanging from below Pyrista’s ears. Her cock shifted upwards, sawing lightly along the draenei’s soaked pussy before tilting beneath it, pressing its tip firmly against the already slick, tingling rear entrance. “You should have no problem letting me take a turn, then, mm?”
“I...” Pyrista swallowed hard, placing her hooves on either side of herself to stay steady, rocking her hips back and forth to nestle Alynisa’s dick up against her asshole. In all honesty, she preferred anal sex to any other kind, and the thought of all these gorgeous women taking turns (or not) pummeling her ass was making her wetter by the second. Maybe it’d be fun to keep that preference a secret, though... at least for now. “If you want to, you can put it back there... nnn, yes....”
Biting down on her lower lip, Pyrista’s tail curled loosely around the night’s elf waist, her hips shifting to push her asshole down around the fat pink member, letting it ease into her tight back entrance. It was slow at first, but having already taking the other draenei’s thick girlcock up into her made the process easier and smoother. She moaned out in excitement, and after a few moments she was almost halfway down the massive pole, her little blue butt squeezing and adjusting to its size.
“Oooh, she’s rather eager, no?” Raviel, the void elf, cooed, pulling up from her lounging position to stalk, almost catlike, over to where Pyrista was mounted in the kaldorei’s lap. Biting down gently onto one black lip, she tilted her head from side to side, examining the draenei as she pushed and squirmed her way down farther and farther onto Alynisa’s dick. “Cute, too. What say you, cute draenei--” pulling herself up onto an elevated cushion, the slim elf bumped the tip of her glistening girldick against Pyrista’s nipple, the ladder of piercings along her length clacking lightly along the golden bars in the paladin’s stiff nub. Tilting up higher, Raviel guided her cock to Pyrista’s lips, grinning darkly as she rubbed her tip back and forth along the draenei’s mouth. “Why don’t we have some fun while you enjoy Aly, ah?” Her voice was light but husky, almost seeming to slither from word to word.
Pyrista searched briefly for a response, but found none quickly, opting to occupy her mouth instead of replying. Keeping her hooves planted at her sides, she let her lips part and leaned forward, Raviel’s pale, creamy member sliding deep into her mouth. She tasted sweet, almost floral, the little bumps of those piercings massaging back and forth along her tongue as the petite delinquent began to rock those slender hips forward. “Mmmphhhh...” the draenei moaned softly, letting her eyes drift shut for a moment as she bobbed her head back and forth, enjoying the sensation of that throbbing length easing in and out of her mouth while Alynisa’s far larger one pleasantly stretched her tight butt.
“Ffhhhh, ah, there we are...” Raziel let one hand drift through Pyrista’s silky white hair, finally grabbing firmly to one horn to hold the paladin in place. She wasn’t particularly rough, not as much so as Alynisa had been, but seemed more to savor every moment -- like she was surrendering to some sort of hedonistic indulgence, holding back shudders of pleasure.
While her own pleasure was building, though, Pyrista had much more to be concerned about -- specifically three other individuals who may or may not be content to just wait their turn. When she felt insistent prodding against her pussy, though, her eyes opened back up to glance towards the woman now in front of her: that crimson-haired worgen. “I see ya already fillin’ up, luv,” the woman said with a wide grin, rubbing the rosy tip of her canine member against the draenei’s little blue slit, “Good thing you’re sportin’ another ‘ole to play with.” Lucy’s heavy gilnean accent clashed somewhat with her rough, athletic appearance, though her voice did suggest she came from a less affluent household than many other worgen seemed to.
The time to make her choice had come, though, and Pyrista reacted abruptly -- pushing one hand downward, pushing the throbbing tip of Lucy’s inhuman girlcock from the opening of her pussy, to the one already stuffed full by Alynisa’s huge pink shaft. “MMmphh~” she groaned around Raziel’s dick, stifling a cough as the pale rod bumped firmly against the back of her throat. Anal had always been her preference, and despite the night elf’s impressive size, she was positive she could take another... and she wanted it. The thought of two cocks buried in her ass, especially two cocks of such notably different shapes, had her more excited than ever. “Nnhh!”
“Oy? Ay, Aly, seems y’may’ve found us a freaky one...” Lucy’s decidedly wolfish grin had Pyrista struggling not to start thinking up puns, but fortunately she had other things on her mind. “Hope you don’t mind a mate down there.” Reaching one hand down, Lucy weaseled a finger, then two, past the rim of Pyrista’s anus, hooking them inward and tugging just enough that the draenei whimpered -- and just enough room to fit the tip of another cock was unveiled. The more conical tip of the beast-woman’s dick made things easier than they might have been, tapered neatly enough that Lucy was able to ease the end in, gradually withdrawing her fingers before letting the pliable ring of Pyrista’s asshole contract snugly around her head.
“By the Naaru, she chose two in her behind before one in her pussy?” Vae giggled darkly, her accent a little thicker than Pyrista’s own, rich and sultry. “I think I’m going to like this one. She knows what she wants... and what she wants is naughty.”
“Fuuuck, if she ain’t feel like a basket o’ handshakes, though,” Lucy crooned, “never doubled-up in a lass’s sofa-‘ole ‘afore. Think it’s somethin’ a lady might find ‘erself used to!” Easing in a little deeper, the gilnean gritted her teeth, groping playfully at Pyrista’s breast as she thrust forward, sinking in almost up to the knot before easing back, hissing with pleasure.
“Mnn, I can feel you against me, darling,” the crowned elf smiled, reaching around the draenei’s body to lightly fondle and massage her other breast, keeping her own upward thrusts slow and steady. Relishing the sensation of both Pyrista’s tight ass squeezing around her, and the shallow thrusts of Lucy’s cock against her own -- hard, throbbing flesh sliding against its like. “What of you two?” Alynisa nodded to Vae and Kela, the former actively spectating while the latter shyly spied from her prior perch. “Planning to join in the fun? I’m sure there’s room for two more if you’re... creative.”
“I wouldn’t be so certain,” Vae chuckled, licking her lips as she drew closer, stroking her massive, equine member thoughtfully as she examined Pyrista’s body, trying to decide where it belonged. The girl clearly wasn’t interested in getting her pussy fucked, and with Lucy taking up the front, that area was pretty crowded even if she wanted to try. Pulling up onto one of the cushioned seats beside the crowned elf’s little blanket-throne, she prodded the end of her cock against Pyrista’s cheek, grinning when she felt Raviel’s slimmer dick bump against her own through the thin wall of flesh. “Wonder how wide your mouth goes, darling. Maybe you can-- ooohhhhh...” Vae let out a coo of surprised content when the thin, fleshy tentacles dangling from below Pyrista’s ears reached out lazily, clearly not acclimated to much independent movement but making their best effort anyway. Coiling neatly around the most slick, sensitive segment of Vae’s cock that was already extended from her sheath, three long, warm, sinuous tendrils began to stroke slowly along that throbbing length, while a fourth prodded its rounded, pencil-thin tip playfully against the massive rod’s cumslit. “Oohhnnn... fuck, that’s... mmmnn....”
“Maybe I’ll just stay over here, I, um...” Kela mumbled, chewing nervously at the tip of one of her own cranial tendrils, though the visible stiffness of her huge, exposed girlcock made her feigned indifference ring hollow. “It doesn’t look like there’s much room over there....”
“Nonsense, luv,” Lucy barked, “not like we ain’t all had sweaty tumbles of our own time and again, I don’t think none of us will give more’n a chicken’s whisker if you invade our privacy, eh? Tell ya what, I personally invite you into my personal space, eh lovely?” Her words were punctuated by another deep thrust up Pyrista’s quivering ass, drawing a yelp of ecstasy that found itself once again mffled by Raviel’s deeply-rutting girldick.
“Well, maybe I could, um...” rising, uncertain, to her hooves, the one-horned lightforged beauty made her way uneasily into the fray, nuzzling briefly, but affectionately, into Lucy’s cheek and recieving a quick kiss in return. Attempting to fit herself into the literal clusterfuck, it was eventually Raviel who gave her the guidance she needed.
“She’s got tits, doesn’t she?” the void elf snarked, “decent ones at that. I’d say you could have quite a bit of fun with them and not, ah... overwork, our new friend Palvanka here.”
“Phhfmfmthhaaafff!”
“Yes, Panvista, sure,” Raviel turned the protest into a gag, thrusting her own studded shaft forward hard, penetrating the draenei’s deep, wet throat.
“I... suppose...” bumping noses with Lucy again, Kela pulled in as close as she could, half-straddling the worgen girl’s side in order to guide her cock up along Pyrista’s front. The impressive size and length of her rounded shaft made this easier to attempt than if someone like Raviel had tried it, and after a few moments of repositioning and planting one hoof beside Pyrista’s opposite hip, she’s eased her throbbing member up between the blue-skinned intruder’s soft, jiggling tits. “Oooh... she feels so nice...” the lightforged winced, still idly nibbling the end of one of her own tendrils between words. She pumped her hips forward, causing her own buoyant chest to bounce sumptuously -- and found her efforts rewarded when Lucy and Alynisa put their fondling hands to good use, squishing Pyrista’s supple, pierced tits against one another, trapping Kela’s huge cock in a warm, cushiony vice of pleasure.
Pyrista herself, now, was having difficulty clinging to her own senses -- now that all five members of this little hidden clan had taken up their positions, she was being pummeled with so many spikes of bliss that it was hard to keep her thoughts straight. With her tendrils stroking back and forth along the draenei’s shaft, the void elf’s studded girldick sliding down her throat with each thrust of its pale owner’s slim hips, the shy lightforged’s enormous rod rocking back and forth between her sensitive, bouncing tits, and both kaldorei and worgen cocks drilling back and forth up her tight asshole, it was almost too much pleasure to endure. The thought that she’d managed to take all five without a single one using her pussy, too, sent a kinky thrill up her arching spine.
“Mmmphh... phhhlaaaaahhh...” Pyrista groaned hungrily, twirling her tongue around Raviel’s cock before finding it, surprisingly, drawn free from her mouth, a bridge of saliva and precum keeping it connected to her greedy lips and tongue. “W-wha... what are you...?”
“I’ll let you have some fun with her face, Vae,” the pale elf murmured, trailing her own fingers up and down her shaft. “I’m gonna see if there’s any more room down below.”
“She’s already doubled-up,” the dark-skinned draenei chuckled, though she promptly took the offer of Pyrista’s mouth, grabbing hold of one horn and tilting the newcomer’s head, cramming her thick shaft deep into the girl’s mouth and letting those tendrils coil greedily around her balls instead. “Doubt you can find a way in.”
“Ahh, the four of you always tease me for being the smallest,” Raviel grinned, easing down a bit and laying on her side, keeping one hand on Lucy’s shoulder to balance herself as she guided the tip of her pallid scepter against the overstretched entrance of Pyrista’s backdoor. “But being small sometimes means you can fit where someone else... nnnn... can’t.” Wrapping one slender arm around Pyrista’s waist, she pushed forward, easing her cock into the slight hollow where Aly’s and Lucy’s met, providing just enough space to slip inside -- slow at first, shallow, then deeper and deeper.
“Fwahhh! Fuck, those are a bit wint’ry right first,” Lucy squeaked as Raviel’s piercings bumped up and down along her own shaft, shooting a thrill through her body that had her pumping harder, faster, still balancing herself with one hand while her other squished one of Pyrista’s tits against the other.
Words were lost on Pyrista herself, though. She twitched, spasmed, her entire body quaking in place as she took Vae’s huge dick into her mouth, eyes watering as she attempted to deep-throat it -- only to be quickly presented with more serious issues when the third cock entered her ass. Not only that, Lucy was becoming more frisky, panted breaths hot on her chest and neck even as she tried to hold her tits together for Kela’s fat, thrusting shaft. The worgen’s thrusts grew faster, rougher, and just when Pyrista thought she was about to reach the inescapable heights of orgasm she was forced there and beyond when the thick scarlet knot popped into her asshole alongside the smooth pink elven shaft and the slimmer pierced one, bringing her ass to its breaking point and holding position.
Pyrista screamed out in climax around Vae’s cock as her ass convulsed around the three inside of it -- Lucy’s remained stalwart as she pumped glob after glob of thick seed up her butt, but the other two kept thrusting, harder, quicker. Her own panting gags and coughs and gasps were eclipsed by the sounds of moaning, panting, from all around her -- all five women thundering their way towards climax while Pyrista just tried to endure her own, even as the next overwhelmed it, and the next overwhelmed that, like waves overlapping one another in a great storm.
She felt cum starting to pump down her throat, then spackle her neck, face, even hair as Kela’s member erupted between her tits. Lucy’s cum was already trickling out of her, but the worgen was locked into place, face buried in Kela’s chest as she unloaded a torrent of spunk into Pyrista’s ruined butt. She almost couldn’t tell when Alynisa and Raviel began to climax as well, but could feel a few renewed bolts of warmth shoot into her insides before seeking the nearest escape, most of it splurting out of her overfilled backdoor. Fuck... she’d never felt anything more incredible.
Uncontrollable jitters rippled throughout the draenei’s body, and time began to leap from event to event she became certain she’d blacked out a few times, likely only for less than a second each. Ecstasy faded to a fugue state, then faded to relaxation, and her eyes flickered open to find the girls dogpiled atop and around her, some asleep but simply relaxing, kissing or touching one another. All three cocks remained buried in her ass, likely unable to escape due to Lucy’s knot, but... she wouldn’t have it any other way. It served as a reminder, a reason to cling to consciousness as long as she could. Just to enjoy that sensation of fullness. Pleasure. Warmth. Satisfaction.
She had to come to Ironforge more often.
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