Tharros Cave Orgy 8!

The thundering sound took quite a while to subside. There was ringing in everyone's ears afterwards. After the final stone had settled, the group looked around and above themselves apprehensively, weary of another avalanche of rocks. There were a few scattered bits of boulderfall, what is appeared that that really was it. When the cloud of dust and dirt had settled, the lamplight cast an eerie glow on the new rock face. It seemed utterly impenetrable.

‘Is that good?’ Cassandra asked. She cocked an eyebrow.

One of the men instantly spunked messily in her face. Spillsby looked guilty.

‘Thanks.’

‘Well, we won't be getting out that way,’ Tamara said, hands on hips.

‘What was all that about the build quality over the cabin roof, Mr I live in a cave, and my tribe has always lived in caves, and I build caves, and if I know anything I know fucking caves,’ Cassandra said, looking pointedly at Damon.

It was just about possible to take her sarcasm seriously, even with the thick sluice of ball cream that was sliding lazily down her face. Her nose had a stalactite. She cocked her other eyebrow and regarded the monster male specimen with a sardonic air. Damon's giant appendage still seemed rock hard, and was sitting up in the air, thick precum roping off it. When she transferred her gaze upwards, the warrior had the decency to be looking slightly sheepish.

‘Well… we wouldn't even be in this situation if someonehadn't squirted everywhere,’ Damon offered, eyes sliding to the side in search of the accused party, ‘pretty clear the whole thing was stable until the foundations got all sloppy.’

Tamara did a double take after Damon caught her eye. Her eyes went wide in offended indignation.

‘You are certainly not going to pin the blame for this on me!’ Exclaimed the huge chested, raven-haired acolyte. ‘If anyone is to blame at all, it's this set of walking life support systems for penises, this set of pea-brained tripod mother fuckers, that made me squirt so much! I mean shove all that meat inside a gal all at the same time and I’m sorry – she’s gonna squirt!’

Tamara flung the accusation in a rather general sense, sweeping her arms around as she did so. There were a few grudging moans of acquiescence, then, immediately, someone came in her face. It was once again messy and a bullseye.

Spillsby looked guilty.

Jizzelle shot Spillsby a wry glance, eye eyebrows furrowed, ‘how do you even do that?’

‘Let's not get bogged down in who fucked who too hard, or who squirted too much,' Galiana said, exerting what little authority she had left over the crew in the cavern, ‘if we started to get into that, we really would be here until Girvyn shot the final load at the end of time and drowned the Earth in his seed so that He – my Lord and monstercocked master - can start again As He So Chooses.'

‘Amen sister’, Lorel said.

Galiana nodded, ‘thank you for the support, sister.'

‘Also, let's not get to bogged down in who came on whose face,' Spillsby put in, ‘we’re in a tight spot and it would just distract us.’

Galiana sighed, ‘indeed’.

Immediately, a hot bolt of cum splattered into her face. Spillsby looked less sheepish about this one, although every bit as guilty.

‘Just when I thought I was getting somewhere,’ Galiana said, twirling her tongue around her lips to catch the blast of seed that was plastered against it. There was a heavy webbing of cum sliding down her forehead, glutinously over her cheeks, and down onto her lips and jaw.

‘Let me pick up the thread, sister,’ Lorel said, extending a finger and twining it around the rope of cum that was easing off the mega-titted blonde’s chin, before sticking it between her lips, ‘I have a plan.’

‘What’s that?’ Dareios said, and pointedly cutting in the conversation to minimise the chance of any spunk-based projectiles interrupting the flow of the conversation.

Lorel cast her thumb over her shoulder, ‘well there might be a little more to this cave than meets the eye. There’s another aperture back there.’

‘I never noticed that,’ Damon said, ‘and I’m normally very good at these things.’

‘You were busy, dear.’ Cassandra said, passing the trunk of his hyperspermic almost two-foot meat python casually. It spat a bolt of precum onto her chunky quads and pussy.

‘Yeah, we think it might open up to a… bigger section,’ Jizzelle said.

Lorel shot her sister-in-sluttishness a look. Jizzelle broke the stare and looked away. There was a moment that hung in the air.

‘And why would you think that?’ Tamara said, suddenly quite interested.

Lorel rolled her eyes in internal submission, ‘because there’s a teeny-weeny little thing you probably don’t realise. We didn’t roll up here by accident.’ She sighed. ‘We came to this cave on purpose. With the intention of bringing these – ah, offerings.’

Lorel indicated the trio of Pontus, Faslane, and Spillsby. Their fucking enormous, throbbing rockhard hogs glistened in the lamplight.

‘You came to this cavern so that you could make it schlong city,’ Tamara said. ‘Why?’

‘We think there might be something of significance to this cave,’ Jizzelle. ‘Religious significance’

‘What sort of religious significance?’

Lorel threw her hands up in resignation, ‘as in this might be the Spatter Point of one of our Lord Girvyn’s first Splosh of Seed, may my lord and monstercocked master start again As He So Chooses.’

Damon looked at Dareios. It was a fine line, because they wanted to laugh at the silliness of it, but at the same time, as they both knew, there was an awesome potency to the religiosity of the Girvyn cult that just seemed to keep on giving. Both of their twitching, pulsing, monstrously outside appendages were a testament to that. Dareios kicked his pc muscle, elevating his penis, as Damon did so also.

Dick waving up near his face, Dareios composed himself, turned to the side, and looked at Tamara for clarification.

‘Translation: sex.’ The huge-titted brunette told him.

Dareios nodded, and looked at Lorel again.

‘And lots of it,’ Lorel nodded.

There was a general assent.

‘Fuck it,’ said Spillsby, ‘let’s get after it!’

At least three of the women grabbed their massive sets of tits and hosed the hung farmhand with spurting pops of milk from their nipples. Spillsby was drenched in white as the arcing sprays jetted from the firm, circular fuck bags. The women laughed and continued to pump their tits, Cassandra just releasing her own milky gouts by twerking her pectoral muscles.

‘You got me,’ Spillsby said, licking his lips. His dick looked dangerously like it was about to peel off another report, but this time his sperm-dripping dick didn’t spew anything out.

‘After me,’ Lorel said.

The group proceeded into the cave. Laurel went first, her monster hooters leading the way, the spherical orbs jutting almost a foot in front of her as she went. Past the aperture in the far wall, the group continued inwards, and it was soon clear that the gap in the rocks that they were following had not been naturally formed. If anything, it had to become apparent that the chamber that the acolytes had chosen for their period of experimentation had been a mere porch or vestibule, that led into a deliberately hewn interior complex of more sophistication.

Possibly the new corridor had been occluded by some rock fall over the past couple of decades, because it soon widened out and the dimensions became more agreeable. Even the larger members of the group could stand up straight. After a few dozen paces, the shape of the walls became more precise, regular, and deliberate. Indeed, since Galiana and Faye had taken a couple of the oil lamps with them on the way, elements of ornamentation could now be observed in the flicker of their dimly cast glow.

Not a soul amongst the party hadn't breathed a sigh of relief as soon as they grasped the notion that the passageway that they were now following into the heart of the mountain was man-made. None of them had been looking forward to trying to find ways to open up the path that the rockfall had comprehensively obstructed behind them.

With this realization now commonly held amongst them all, the group of them, still only able to walk in single file down the corridor, were relaxed enough to remark amongst themselves about their environment. The two cousin warriors were interested to hear of the speculations that would be in proffered by the bimbo fuckdoll priestesses that were around them. Still mere tourists in the way of Girvyn, they could not have asked for more enlightened guides.

The further down the corridor that they progressed, the more the scheme of isolated ideograms began to cohere. From what it first seemed rudimentary hieroglyphics, nothing more than conventional and linear representations of human forms and attitudes, as they proceeded inwards, the style of artistic representation took on more sophisticated and daring creative attributes. One of the first of the depictions on the wall, scratched into the face of the rock itself, was of a gigantic penis, its ejaculating tip spurting a gigantic spume of fertile spray onto a globe. This, Tamara editorialized, represented Girvyn’s first splash of creation, a galactically potent orgasmic spurt of effulgence that, blasted across the cosmos, inundated a planetary system with irrepressible and inexhaustible life, life that now teemed on this planet, all of which was a result of Girvyn’s bountiful panspermic orgasm.

There was no female god, sub god, divine nymph or holy distaff figure in the Girvyn Cult, Dareios reflected, gazing at the etching in the wall. The females knew only total subservience to male potency and in particular male orgasm and ejaculation. However, the same was also true of his own cult and method of devotion, where both he and his cousin, as fertile and dominant warriors, lived lives where the only fitting thing was to subjugate the female into worship of their masculine power. Common to both religions was the worship of the penis, and common to all acolytes, no matter what their stripe of devotion, was the desire to be the most perfect conduit for that worship – the perfect slut - whereby the felt that they had to out strip even their closest friends in the pursuit of perfection. No wonder they were so brazen.

After the first hundred yards, changes in the form of artistic representation on the walls became so advanced and beautiful, lovingly crafted and stylishly rendered, that the group spent longer and longer admiring their surroundings. Tamara and Lorel both expatiated at length on what they saw, each giving extremely intellectually assured interpretations of the depictions on the wall. Dareios found it difficult to keep track of their excited expostulations, and couldn't keep track of the story of creation that the artwork seemed to represent. It seemed to him only that the variation in artistic ability, coupled with the advancements in what was revealed, meant that the corridor had been elaborated over many centuries. Indeed, while he hadn't felt especially sexually excited at the original primitive line sketch of Girvyn's giant god-like penis ejaculating over the planet, the further he got, the more difficult it was to tear his eyes away from the eye-popping murals.

Here, decked out in gorgeous colours with exquisite skill, were breathless orgies with scores of copulating lovers, acrobatically and lasciviously strewn around a huge circular chamber, with the gleaming, glinting bodies of insanely statuesque and huge breasted women flinging the themselves at a herculean form with a vast, muscular penis in the middle of the room. The immense figure appeared in the middle of the conclave like a heroic, conquering idol of hyper-masculine virility, and the clear indication was that he had no problem keeping the dozens of the women satisfied. Picked out here and there amongst the swarming, heaving orgiastic ocean of limbs, gigantic, jutting tits, bombshell asses, and sleek, slender sculptured feminine perfection, a few men could be seen, but they were not comparable to the giant godlike form in the middle of the action. The women depicted in the mural, which covered the wall as far as the lamplight would allow, were of even more ultra-sexual dimensions than even the gamut of glorious sluts around him, and Dareios wondered about the poetic license that had been taken in creating the piece.

‘Seems like your cult has quite the history,’ Dareios remarked, his giant penis spurting a slew of precum out onto the delicate religious artefact of devotion.

‘You couldn’t be more right,’ Tamara said, coming up behind him, ‘and wrong at the same time. If I know my scripture – and I do – this is a portrayal of The Last Drop.’

‘The Last Drop?’ Galiana said. She shone her light more closely over the mural.

Lorel looked closely at the mural, ‘she’s right. MWAH!’

Right in front of everyone, Tamara and Lorel engaged in the most ferocious and sustained sharing of slobber, as they twined their tongues around each other, in a long and elaborate kiss.

While the blonde and brunette traded saliva, Galiana inspected the painting further.

‘She’s right,’ Galiana confirmed.

Instantly, at the back of the line, Faye squirted. The ground as her feet was drenched.

‘Everyone seems excited,’ Dareios said.

‘Well, you’ve heard us talking about the Splosh of Seed. The first contact points of Girvyn’s panspermic act of creation. There are many such sites. Some known to us, some as yet undiscovered. It was quite the ejaculation so it stands to reason there would be a few spatterings, hey? We tend to build temples on them.’

Galiana giggled as he free hand fisted Dareios’s monster, iron hard hog, as the two fuckdoll babes continued to kiss next to them.

‘Well there is a first Splosh of Seed but there is also a Last Drop,’ Galiana said, ‘a climactic orgy where the most able and proven ultra priestesses get to take on Girvyn and empty his ballsack forever. Actually the scriptures aren’t terribly clear. There is an idea that it might be the end of the world but equally some think it might be a new dawn for the order. One thing is certain, we’ve been looking for this site for a long time…’

Galiana swing her lamp further up the corridor.

‘… and here is it…’

Sweeping past Lorel and Tamara, who only then broke liplock, Galiana made her way to the end of the corridor. There was an iron-bound wooden door there.

‘Knock knock…’

The gorgeous blonde bimbo acolyte slut opened the heavy door and stepped inside, going into the chamber beyond. Dareios followed next, admiring the naked fuckdoll as she strode into a huge black space, her smooth quad muscles, massive tits, and her huge round spherical buttocks rolling behind her on each step as she went.

The light barely penetrated the gloom. All that was apparent that the space they had entered was truly vast. There was a torch sconce on the wall behind them, which Faye duly lit, and another about twenty yards ahead of them.

‘What the hell is this?’ Cassandra asked as Galiana used her lamp to light the torch ahead of them.

The increase in light only confirmed the impression that the room was huge. They were unable to discern the dimensions except to perceive that there was an impression of space, with a vaulted ceiling above them. Ahead of them, they could distinguish a humanoid shape.

As the torch guttered and took flame, the figure became more distinct.

Seated on a low onyx dais, towards the front of the chamber, was an old man.