Tharros Cave Orgy 9

A light without any visible source coalesced around the man, who opened his eyes.

‘Ah,’ he said, ‘we’re quorate.’

He was a fairly sinewy and nondescript specimen, probably seventy-five, clad in linens and with a knarled staff, with which he used to support himself as he rose to his feet.

‘Welcome to my home. Come freely. Go safely. And leave some of the happiness you bring.’

‘Your home?’ Tamara said.

The man smiled. ‘As you see.’

He gestured broadly with his hand. Behind him, the walls behind him were illuminated. Instantly, the vast circumference of the walls behind him could be seen. Every single centimetre of them was covered in the most lurid, detailed and intricate murals of orgiastic, wet, sexual excess. It would have taken ten painters ten lifetimes to render it. Cum was everywhere, requiring a lot of white paint.

The females amongst the party began to feel a trembling in their loins. They looked at each other as their pussies tingled deliciously.

‘You’re… Girvyn?’ Lorel said.

The man smiled.

‘I recognise all of you,’ Girvyn said. ‘My doughty and faithful paladin, my most talented and voluptuous acolyte, my most superior of all convent matrons, and my most gifted and ingenious concoctor of tinctures…’

As they were named, Cassandra, Faye, Galiana, and Tamara stood up a little straighter. Hairs stood up on the back of their necks, just as their massive, monumental tits stuck out and their quims quivered with the blissful sensation that Girvyn seemed to project.

‘- and from our little splinter sect, I recognise the most whorish of all initiates and our would-be leader of the rebellion, do I not?’

Jizzelle and Lorel also stood to attention, involuntarily. The atmosphere in the room was becoming charged. The men amongst the group started to notice how girlcum was starting to leak freely and drop in gelatinous, translucent ropes from the pussies of the babes around them.

‘As well as various odds and ends, without whose participation we would have less than nothing for our efforts. For without the penis, there is but nothing.’

The five men in the room also stood up a little straighter. Their dicks too.

‘Come.’

Girvyn turned, walked off the dais and went into the centre of the chamber, stick tapping on the ground until he went into the middle of the room. The group followed him and faced him, once again arranged in a crescent.

Girvyn raised his arms. Between them, a hole started to open up in the stone floor. Something shifted in the rock underneath them, and a rectangular slab eased away into darkness, about ten feet by twenty feet in dimension.

At the same time, around them all, sliding down smoothly without the slightest sound, soft, textured walls appeared, moving closer and closer on all sides until the group were enclosed in a cube-like structure. The same material eased out of the hole in the floor, sliding on all sides under their feet, until it connected with the walls at the juncture of the floor. It proved to be thick, luxurious, and springy underfoot. Dimly, slowly, the group perceived that the hole in the centre of the floor slowly began to ooze with thick, gleaming fluid, which raised up until it was nearly brim-full.

‘You have entered into my inner scrotum,’ Girvyn said, ‘my holiest of holies.’

Faye put up her finger as if to query something but Galiana indicated that it wasn’t the time.

As Girvyn spoke, rectangular shapes eased out of the ground all around them, forming a series of slablike projections of various dimensions that could be sat or laid upon, throughout the cube.

‘Every generation, a select group of champions of my faith distinguish themselves with such brazen and outlandish fortitude that they are chosen to replenish the seed of creation, to take the order forwards into a new reality.’

As soon as the composition of the room seemed settled, every surface of the cube structure now covered in the thick, glinting, leather-like foam material and the configuration of seating objects finished, a new development began.

On every wall, as well as the ceiling, round protrusions appeared at every three or four paces. Emerging from gaps in the material, they pushed into the room and stopped at the point where they became a hemisphere. Made of glass, or some equally transparent material, each started to burn with a dim glow, which illuminated the room. Not only were the burning spheres lighting the space, it was also clear to the group within a few seconds that they were also emitting a considerable amount of heat as well. The air within the room became decidedly hot.

‘I have been observing your exertions for some time. You are, each of you, a champion in your own way. I’ve been amused, entertained, impressed. With some of your exploits I have been very impressed. Impressed enough to consider making some changes to the composition of my holiest devotees.’

The glare of the hemispherical protrusions seemed to have been kicked up a little. Damon noticed that he was sweating in the humidity, and then, taking his eyes off Girvyn, looked around to see the others were similarly affected, moisture beading on the gigantic tits of Cassandra next to him.

‘Indeed, this internecine dispute that you are conducting between you about which of you should head the order is not only necessary, it is long overdue. What I have seen in your… little competition has convinced me that changes are needed to preserve the spiritual force of my order. And you are in your own way right. Whoever leads the order must, first above all, have the capacity to out-fuck anyone around them –‘

Tamara and Lorel exchanged a look between each other.

‘-which is why I have decided to bestow the stewardship of the order upon one of your male companions.’

There were gasps amongst the women. And grunts amongst the men.

‘Yes, it will not be a priestess that leads the order of Girvyn forwards into the future. It will be a high priest. One of these men here. And they will have earned the right to be serviced… by you… forever.’

There was a long, dead silence. Dareios’s dick was even harder than an iron bar at the thought of being the first high priest of Girvyn. His thoughts gave way to a life of soft beds, smooth-skinned acolytes with heaving, pneumatic breasts, silken legs, sweet, dripping pussies and plump parted lips waiting to devour his fleshmast twenty-four seven, and just laying fucking pipe non-stop into flawless bodied whores who opened up every orifice for him even without him asking -

‘WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!’

It was Faye that had punctured the silence and broken the warrior’s reverie of a perfect life.

Everyone was stunned by the twenty-year old blonde slut’s interjection. It wasn’t the sort of thing that you said in front of a god.

Girvyn was nonplussed. He fixed his eyes on the stacked young blonde bimbo, her monster jutting fuckbags completely solid on her chest, sticking out in front of her chin, the only part of her whole body not quivering in heightened tension. The rest of her was all over the place, the colossal-knockered novice almost shaking with agitation and pent-up frustration.

‘It means “stop a horse”, Lord Girvyn,’ Galiana interjected, ‘though I apologise for the interruption your almighty, a novice like Faye should know better than to-‘

‘Oh shut up Galiana, not this time. I’ve come this far and I’m going to speak my mind!’

Instantly, Faye fixed the God of sex with the most scaldingly steamy and suggestive, eye-rollingly whorish expression, sliding her hips from side to side in a salacious, sinewy slink, planting her legs wide and running her hands over the sides of her bombshell tits.

Faye flicked her tongue at Girvyn.

‘I’ve done so much in worship of you…’ the mega-stacked whore began, tweaking her stiff little nipples, ‘so much naughty, filthy stuff. Makes me steamy just to think of it…’

The gorgeous blonde slut allowed a rope of drool to drop from her lips that dribbled over her protruding, slick tits and slithered off.

‘I’ve been…’ she gasped, dramatically, ‘-SPLIT. By MILES AND MILES of the fattest, longest and thickest BEAST COCKS and all in praise of you. I’ve been down and got GANGBANGED by BESERKER MINOTAURS who managed to get three BULL SCHLONGS lodged all the way up my tight little rosebud ALL TOGETHER and SMOOTHED OUT my bowels before pumping pints of thick cow cum so far deep inside me I had to chew it back down.’

Her words made a couple of the guys in the crescent that the group had formed fire off lines of heavy precum. Faye continued.

‘I’ve constantly GARGLED LUMBERJACK CUM and got CORED OUT by every stablehand, tinker, farmboy and FUCKBOY from here to the world’s end, my FUCKING TITS have had more CUM pumped on them than there is water in lake Tikloyaktok, I’m fucking PROGRAMMED to be such a CUM SLUT that I get on my KNEES BY INSTINCT with every man I meet, I’ve been GANGBANGED, SKULLFUCKED AND HAD MY ASS BUSTED!’

Damon turned his cock towards Faye and fired a hot load of thick pre goo that shot through the air and splattered all over her rounded ass, sticking out behind her.

‘ALL THIS AND MY COOCH IS STILL AS TIGHT AS A MOUSE’S EAR!!!... and YOU…!!! YOU WANT TO MAKE THE HEAD OF THE ORDER SOME PRIMATE TRIPOD,’ here she waved her hands in the general direction of Dareios and Damon, ‘because you think it’ll make all the sluts here GO GOOEY?!?!!’

There was a silence. The spheres burned. Girvyn’s expression was unreadable.

Tamara took the cue. She cleared her throat.

‘Blessings be upon you and all power to you, mighty Lord, but the acolyte raises a good point. Me and the girls here have got some credit in the bank in our worship of you, and surely that counts for something,’ The monster-titted blonde priestess fuckdoll’s voice slowly got more urgently sexual, more confident and deliberate, like honey sliding over gravel, ‘and I think you’ve seen for yourself, they’re nothing we can’t handle. They might have dicks as long as broom handles, but that’s purely down to Tamara and myself because we girls of Girvyn needed something big to play with, and if we didn’t enhance these guys up to superhuman strength and virility we wouldn’t ever be satisfied. They just wouldn’t be able to keep up with us.’

Faslane and Pontus in particular seemed annoyed at Lorel’s supplication to her god. Pontus jacked his dick a few times and projected a thick splatter of spunk all over the blonde’s ass.

‘It takes a HUGE fucking dick to please this prime grade pussy,’ Lorel continued, playing with her firm, spherical, mountainous tits and giggling.

Cassandra joined in, grabbing Spillsby’s fucktool in her right hand and aggressively jacking the iron-hard and veiny prong while she spoke, ‘like, I’m totally your biggest fan, Girvyn but I can’t help thinking you need to rethink this one. I once fucked a whole tribe of warriors of Teitum that had an encampment out over the Dusuki steppes, and it took three days, and I ingested a lot of bone if you’ll pardon the expression but when I was at the top of that mound of bodies – five deep, almost like a pyramid really – knowing I’d outfucked every single solitary muscle in that mountain of flesh underneath me, I prayed to you and made it a tribute to your greatness.’

Damon looked at Dareios and raised an eyebrow. That would explain why their uncle’s raiding party never came back.

Cassandra finished jerking Spillsby off, stroking the mega-sized schlong over her gleaming tits, ‘let’s be right here, I can take every guy here and we can give the rest of the girls the night off.’

Spillsby gasped as the paladin jacked his monster penis all over her jugs, a dozen spurts of heavy semen splattering all over them. It added force to her argument.

At this, further bolts of precum started to pop off all over the place. Damon and Dareios’s monster tubesteaks in particular started to hammer against their pecs and breastbones, sending heavy, wet THWACK THWACK sounds of percussion.

‘Look how excited we’re getting these guys,’ Tamara said, sliding her hips in a luscious, curvy motion as she slid a finger into her frothing quim so that everyone could see how soaked she was, ‘they’re probably gonna cum themselves into a quick end, and we haven’t even started teasing them yet.’

‘Careful there Tamara,’ Damon said, his round blunt cockhead smacking ominously against his breastbone, making a booming sound roll in his huge chest, ‘you’re going the right way about getting your guts rearranged.’

‘Oh yeah? With that?’

Tamara posed and blew him an ironic kiss, showing off her long inviting legs, shapely hips and twisting to draw attention to her succulent bubble-butt. She jiggled her set of fun-loving cantaloupe-sized tits at the warrior.

Indeed, all of the girls were now parading their bodies lasciviously in pornographic poses as they eye fucked their studly companions, flaunting their immense, spheroid globe tits, rolling their bellies so that their gleaming rows of glistening, sculptured abdominal muscles rippled, popping their glutes and curved asses and shaking their hips.

‘you couldn’t handle me-‘

‘outlast me? Only question is can you even outlast your buddies here-‘

‘your eyes are popping out further than your dick…’

‘Awh, was that a little bit of precum or did you shoot your load already?’

Girvyn tapped his staff on the floor. The spheres flared.

‘Enough,’ said Girvyn. ‘Into the pool. All of you.’

The group stepped into the pool, and found themselves thigh-deep in thick, clear, oily lubricant that clung to them and dripped off them. Each of them lathered themselves and each other up in the slippery liquid, making each pair of proud, huge torpedo tits glisten, each set of rock hard abs gleam, as slick, squishy sounds accompanied their sensual ministrations upon each other. Dareios and Damon levered their two foot fuck truncheons up and down in the fluid, making it splash and slap up and down through the surface while Galiana got between them and lubed up the long, muscular beastcocks with luxuriant strokes. They each mauled her firm, slick tits as she did so. Tamara and Lorel both lubed each other up, fondling each other’s monster melons, rubbing the round, firm orbs against each other. Spillsby spread the slick fluid all around Faye’s booty to make the curves shine, and Faye giggled and made her fleshy bronzed cheeks clap noisily when he had done so.

‘This is the crucible of champions,’ intoned Girvyn, ‘from here there is a way out for but one of you. Only one can lead the order forwards. You will now fuck. You will fuck as you have never fucked before. You will fuck each other senseless. You will fuck each other into submission. You will fuck each other into exhaustion and fatigue. But you will not stop. If you stop you lose. While there is one ounce or calorie of effort left inside your body, you must fuck. So there is only one way to triumph. You must fuck the energy out of the others. You must suck the life force out of the cock you suck. You must hammer the life energies out of the asshole that you open. You must pump the pure soul out of the pussy you fuck. You have proven that you can make each other cum, but this will be different. You will now be fighting for your lives.’