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With a muted thump, one of the Radiant’s soldiers fell to the ground, a dagger deep in its chest.
Laughter pierced the air, and it seemed for a moment that the clamor of battle lessened. From the fog slowly emerged Akasha.
The swirling mists parted to reveal her form; pale blue flesh almost luminous against the dark backdrop of the Dire’s forest. Her voluptuous form commanded attention, for her curves were sin given form. Her huge, heavy tits strained against the cups of a minuscule bustier, and every footfall and subsequent bounce nearly granted them freedom.
As she walked, each step made her magnificent hips sway hypnotically, while thighs thick enough to crush a man’s skull flexed under the partially torn fabric that covered her legs.
The Queen of Pain wove carnage wherever she tread, and this battle was no different. Her daggers flew left and right, ending scores of miserable, mindless enemies. Her laughter pierced the air as she saw her enemies fleeing before her, a sound oddly as arousing as it was terrifying.
She could smell the Radiant’s defeat – so bitter and close.
Focused on accumulating vast reserves of gold, Akasha had managed to fuel her growing power with dozens of artifacts, which she had managed to ingeniously incorporate into her skimpy armor. Wielding her Scythe of Vyse along with her Aghanim’s Scepter wouldn’t have been feasible otherwise. Never mind all the other weapons she’d gotten her hands on.
The Scythe had been turned into a pair of blue-and-white cuffs. The magical jewel which lent the Scepter its abilities had been removed and embedded into her bustier, between her breasts.
Her efforts, slaying wave after wave of Radiant soldiers, had allowed the tide of her own mindless creeps to grow. Surging forward like a dark tide, they reached the first tower.
Then came the mechanical whirring.
“Oooh! They never miss!”
Twin rockets came flying out of the nearby woods, towards Akasha. With a quick movement of a wing, she deflected the projectiles, sending them flying off into the distance. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the source – a small figure, wearing what appeared to be a mechanical exoskeleton of sorts, eyes hidden beneath goggles that seemed far too large for the head they were on.
The Queen of Pain’s eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, trying to see if any other heroes had joined the Tinker in his defense of the tower.
Seeing as the small man had come alone, Akasha continued her push, joining the mindless creeps in their assault of the defensive structure. As the tower’s defenses activated, shining blasts of radiance fired from the blue crystal that sat atop the tower, rapidly killing the Dire creeps currently smashing it to pieces, though not nearly fast enough to compensate for the additional reinforcements coming in at a steady pace.
Various lights and whirring contraptions began blinking and whirring about on the Tinker’s exoskeleton.
Akasha had seen him use the ability before. He was about to summon his machines to take back control of the battlefield, to wipe her troops out.
“Fuck no you don’t,” she growled, throwing a poisoned dagger right at the man’s chest. Seeing as his attention had been entirely focused on calling forth his mechanical allies, he never dodged. He froze for a moment, and she could see blood begin to flow from between his lips.
“System… damage… detected…” he groaned, voice strained. No machines came, and he coughed up some blood, moving behind some trees. His movements were sluggish as the poison began coursing through his veins, despite any mechanical assistance he might have had.
Akasha didn’t pursue, focusing her efforts on the tower, large cracks forming along its surface as its structural integrity began to fail.
When the tower’s collapse became imminent, a sharp whistle pierced through the battlefield’s fog of war, followed by a resounding thunk. An arrow lodged itself in the earth at Akasha’s feet, tendrils of frost slowly creeping upon the earth around the point of impact.
The Queen of Pain froze, laughter dying in her throat as the fog parted.
From the haze slowly emerged a figure known to her, clad in the revealing leather armor she was known for. The woman had her hood drawn as she advanced towards the Queen of Pain with frightening speed, bow in hand.
Traxex, the Drow Ranger, had arrived. Akasha’s breath caught.
“Reinforcements!” managed Tinker, and his boots began to glow a bright blue. “Recalibration of offensive strategy at base. Good luck, Drow!”
With a flash of light, Tinker vanished, his boots of travel whisking him back to the relative safety of the Radiant fountain. Akasha would find much pleasure in that one’s death.
Akasha knew, however, that she had the advantage. Her kill count and the quantity of magic items at her disposal had made her nigh-unstoppable. Recovering from the surprise of Traxex’s arrival, the succubus grinned, twirling a dagger, trying to appear as calm as she could despite her thundering heartbeat.
The archer was now alone, and even those frigid projectiles could do little to slow Akasha. As a single, blue-tipped arrow whistled towards her face, Akasha vanished, leaving behind her a puff of smoke. She had to act fast. She couldn’t let Traxex take control… not again.
Before Traxex could even react to the vanishing succubus, the ranger felt the sting of a blade upon her neck.
“Not bad,” Traxex rasped, voice steady despite the steel kissing her skin. Then, with a faint smirk, she added, “ Slut .”
The word struck Akasha as might one of Zeus’s lightning bolts. Her grip on the dagger faltered, her pulse hammering as her pale blue-grey skin flushed. For a moment, the battlefield faded, and Akasha’s gaze became vacant.
Traxex’s smirk widened, eyes glinting with cruel awareness. “What’s wrong, Your Majesty? I believe, last time we met, I was the one going for the backdoor.”
Akasha’s breath caught, voluptuous form trembling as the Dire creeps pounded the tower into ruin mere feet away.
A furious blush bloomed across her cheeks, and her composure wavered, fury and embarrassment whirling in her mind. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Akasha hissed, voice lacking conviction.
The battle around them continued to rage as a wave of Radiant creeps passed them, joining those of the Dire in battle. Without the Queen of Pain assisting them, however, the Dire’s numbers fell until there remained but a handful of the red-masked creatures. When the last of the pitiful wretches fell to the tower’s defenses, the structure turned its attention to Akasha.
“Oh, I think you do… I do recall you being quite fond of Rylai and Lina, too,” Traxex said with a cruel chuckle.
Those words sent Akasha back on her heels. The tower locked onto the succubus.
“This isn’t over…” she growled. With a sharp intake of breath, she vanished in a puff of smoke, and the projectile hit the ground where she’d been standing.
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Far from the fray, Akasha reappeared in the shadowed depths of the Dire’s forest, breath coming in difficult gasps. Trembling with a mix of shame and unspent desire, she looked up, seeing the towers of her faction beginning to crumble off in the distance.
This wasn’t the first time she’d retreated in such a manner. For Akasha knew that if she stayed any longer, the battle would end with her on her knees.
On her knees, and begging for cum.
SLUT.
The word still burned in her mind. A brand that Traxex, Rylai and Lina had left upon her during their last encounter. Not only had they rearranged her insides, but her brain’s very function, it seemed.
“Get it together…” she hissed to herself, voice shaky.
In the distance, the unmistakable clamor of battle rang out through the trees, near the center of the battlefield. Their tower had activated. The Radiant were pushing the middle lane and her allies were still fighting, holding on.
Her retreat had been a moment of weakness, but she could redeem herself. She had to.
Gripping her daggers, Akasha slipped between the dead trees, walking determinedly towards the battle ahead. Despite the dampness of arousal that had come with meeting the Drow Ranger.
Already, she could see Rylai through the trees. The Crystal Maiden pelted her team with frozen projectiles as, next to her, the Windranger rained death upon her allies… If she could get but a little bit closer, she could teleport into the fray and unleash upon them her sonic wave. She could turn the –
“Well, well, well,” came a voice from behind her. “What do we have here? If it isn’t the Dire’s biggest fucking whore? ”
Akasha whirled around, heart pounding.
Her eyes widened at the sight of Lina, the Slayer, leaning against a gnarled tree trunk with the casual confidence of one who knew she had nothing to fear.
The fiery spellcaster’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, flame-red hair falling to either side of her face, floating slightly from the rising heat she exuded. As she shifted her weight, Akasha spotted the unmistakable heft of something enormous moving beneath the woman’s robes along with a meat slap.
It was a sound Akasha knew well.
“Look what I found skulking in the woods,” Lina purred, slowly making her way towards Akasha.
“I-I don’t have time for your games,” Akasha breathed, her voice quiet, uncertain.
Lina’s hands moved to her robes. “Oh, I think you do.”
Deliberately, the red-haired woman pulled the fabric aside to reveal what lay beneath. Her cock, hung beneath her thighs, impossibly thick and heavy against her thigh. Pale and veined. Even in its flaccid state, it remained a breathtaking sight. “After all, you always make time for this, don’t you?”
The Queen of Pain took an involuntary step backward, throat going dry. A dangerous pulse of heat flared between her thighs, only adding to the distracting wetness she’d been experiencing since her earlier meeting with Traxex.
Slowly, Lina began stroking herself to hardness. A glistening bead of arousal formed at the tip of her fat, pale she-cock. “You were quite the sight on the battlefield, farming your little heart out. But I don’t think you need all those, ” she said, eyeing the succubus’s enchanted armaments.
“What are you saying?” Akasha swallowed. Despite outward appearances, she was so incredibly aroused by the mere presence of Lina that she could barely think at all.
“I think,” Lina said, hooking a finger on the hem of Akasha’s enchanted bustier as her other hand continued stroking her goliath pole, “that what the Queen of Pain needs is a lesson in generosity.”
Before Akasha could react, Lina tugged hard on her bustier, tearing the garment from her form. With that came an avalanche of titflesh, the Queen of Pain’s colossal grey-blue fuckpillows bouncing into view, huge, wobbling teardrops that prompted an appreciative whistle from Lina.
“Even better than I remember,” the Slayer commented, eyes locked on those fat demonic milkers. Casually, she tossed the garment aside. With a free hand, Lina whistled sharply.
The slow flapping of wings announced the arrival of a courier. The small, winged corgi appeared, darting nervously between the trees to land beside Lina. It eyed Akasha with trepidation, for the demoness had caught the small animal on more than one of its delivery runs.
“Donations for the Radiant treasury,” Lina told the courier, stuffing Akasha’s bustier into the magical creature’s pack.
One by one, Lina removed Akasha’s hard-earned magical items, loading them all onto the courier. Each time she turned, Lina took the opportunity to ogle Akasha’s huge tits. When she was done, Akasha stood fully nude, watching the winged corgi fly off towards the Radiant base.
More disturbingly than that theft, however, was the fact that each loss, each humiliation made her grow hotter, wetter. Her pussy throbbed with every item torn from her, and her eyes remained locked on the fat, pale python that had grown to its full size, a little over a foot long and dripping its need onto the ground below.
“Please…” Akasha begged, watching her power literally being stripped away, causing her to grow weaker, arousal glistening between her thighs. “Not my Scepter…”
“Especially your Scepter,” Lina smirked, reaching up to cup one of Akasha’s tits, feeling its warm heft against her palm. “The Queen of Whores only needs one kind of scepter, isn’t that right?” she grinned, stroking her massive cock to drive the point home.
Squirming in place, Akasha attempted to preserve some modicum of modesty by placing an arm over her breasts and a hand over her dripping cunt.
Lina gripped her wrist, pulling the hand away, noticing how wet it was. A cruel grin spread across her lips. “Well, now. It appears you’re an even bigger whore than I thought. Being robbed like this, forced to help the enemy team… It turns you on, doesn’t it? You fucking love this, don’t you, cow?”
“N-no…” Akasha protested weakly, even as another wave of arousal flooded her cunt.
With her other hand, Lina tore Akasha’s arm from her tits, bringing ludicrously overgrown mounds back into view. “Cow indeed. Your mouth might say no, but that cunt of yours is just dripping.”
Akasha gave no answer, save for her impotent squirming.
She ran a finger up Akasha’s inner thigh, collecting some of the wetness there before bringing it to her lips for a taste. Lina laughed, a sound at once musical and cruel. “Look at you! The mighty Queen of Pain, reduced to a stuttering mess at the mere sight of my cock.”
She gave her huge prick another slow, deliberate stroke. “Your team probably wonders where you are, why you aren’t pushing another lane, why you aren’t helping them defend… A single one of your screams could possibly wipe our team out. They don’t know, do they? They don’t know that you’re nothing but a stupid, cock-drunk cow. On your knees.”
“N-no, I need to –” Akasha stuttered, eyes darting to the Dire’s towers in the distance. One of the structures fell, lifting a cloud of dust up. Through the trees, she spotted Pudge falling to the combined assault of the Radiant’s heroes.
“On. Your. KNEES,” Lina repeated, flames flickering around her. “Or should I show your teammates why the Queen of Pain keeps disappearing during battles?”
Resistance crumbling, Akasha sank to her knees. Her eyes never left Lina’s massive cock, the obscene appendage hovering above her face ominously, casting a long shadow across her features.
“Better,” Lina purred. The heat radiating from her cock was intense, matching the spellcaster’s magical warmth. “Now, why don’t you show me how a queen worships a real scepter?”
Behind them, a twig snapped. “Starting without me, sister? How rude.”
Akasha’s heart sank further as she recognized Rylai’s voice, even as her body responded with shameful anticipation.
From between the trees emerged the Crystal Maiden, angelic face framed by locks of platinum blonde hair. There was nothing angelic, however, about the gigantic cock that stood between the ice mage’s thighs, a veiny pillar that dwarfed most mortal men, though still a fair few inches shy of Lina’s colossus.
The blonde sorceress smiled sweetly as she approached.
Lina chuckled, stroking her massive prick mere inches from Akasha’s face. “I was just getting her ready. She was just about to show us just how much she missed us. Isn’t that right, slut?” she said, plapping her enormous length a few times against Akasha’s face.
Akasha’s gaze darted between the two massive cocks on either side of her, and then to the distant battle. Smoke was now rising from the Dire base.
“Oh, don’t worry about your team. Boush and Lyralei are taking real good care of them,” Rylai explained with a laugh.
A roar tore through the forest, shaking the very ground they stood on. “Oh, and Traxex is taking care of Roshan,” she added with a giggle that might have been cute, had it not been for the obscene length jutting obscenely from her crotch, leaking precum into Akasha’s jet black hair.
“Mmmff…” Akasha moaned involuntarily, biting her lower lip as raw, unrestrained need dissolved whatever dignity might have remained in her. “P-please,” she whimpered pitifully, not even sure what she was begging for anymore.
“Hm? What’s that, cow?” Lina demanded, slapping her heavy cock against Akasha’s cheek with a meaty THWAP! “Use your words!”
“Let me… let me taste you,” Akasha heard herself say, pride gone.
Lina and Rylai exchanged triumphant smirks. “Good cow,” Lina purred, reaching down with one hand to fondle Akasha’s fat udders, flesh bulging from between splayed digits.
“Open wide,” Rylai added, pressing the huge pink helm of her cock to Akasha’s lips.
In response, Akasha parted her lips, allowing Rylai’s obscene girth into the warm wetness of her mouth.
As she began taking inch after inch of the ice witch’s throbbing cock into her mouth, Akasha could see Lina and Rylai both disrobing on either side of her.
The sisters’ eyes locked as they peeled away their battle garments, lewd slurping and sucking noises coming from Akasha’s dickstuffed maw.
Lina discarded her robes, revealing pale skin clad in crimson lingerie that cupped her perky breasts, the sheer material only offering a hint of the woman’s hardened nipples. A garter belt of a similar hue hugged her hips, leaving her lower half nearly bare. Translucent stockings accentuated her shapely legs, between which eagerly throbbed her massive cock.
To Akasha’s right, Rylai’s winter garments fell away, revealing similarly scandalous lingerie. About her waist was a beautiful corset, paired with a bra that couldn’t even begin to contain the blonde’s massive tits, for those twin mountains begged for freedom, overflowing as they were from the garment’s inadequate cups.
“Gggllrrrkk….” Akasha’s eyes widened and watered as Rylai’s dick disappeared further into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, mascara soon staining her cheeks as her throat contracted around that invading behemoth.
The obscene sounds of that blowjob could almost drown out the sounds of Roshan being slain, on the far edge of the battlefield.
Saliva rolled from her lips to her chin, dripping down to her cleavage as she whorishly throated that enormous pale length.
“Don’t keep her all to yourself, dear sister,” Lina said, pushing her cockhead against Akasha’s cheek.
She grabbed the back of Akasha’s head and pulled her off the Crystal Maiden’s prick with a lewd, wet PLOP!
With both cocks next to one another as they now were, Akasha could clearly see that Lina had the largest blessing between her legs, though her tits being less than half Rylai’s size, as if the universe itself had opted to balance both sisters out in this manner.
Such contemplations were soon forced from her mind as Lina slipped her cock into Akasha’s throat. Unceremoniously, she began throatfucking the cock-addled demoness, her movements far more aggressive than her sister’s.
Instinctively, Akasha’s hands shot up, gripping both massive shafts, and as Lina relaxed her grip on her hair, she pulled her face from the Slayer’s prick to impale her face once more upon Rylai’s cock.
Before long, Akasha was switching from one cock to the other, fists pumping whichever cock wasn’t currently ravaging her esophagus. Her wings spasmed with each violent invasion, her cheeks burning with arousal as she was thoroughly used and degraded by the fat-cocked spellcasters.
As the sisters used Akasha’s throat as their personal toy, the faintest whisper of an approaching presence reached them.
“So soon on your knees, whore?” came Traxex’s husky voice from behind.
Akasha pulled herself from the sisters’ cocks for a moment to gaze upon the Drow Ranger making her way to them, emerging from the shadows with all the grace of a panther.
Discarding her bow and slowly removing her armor, her presence gave pause to both Lina and Rylai. A slight reddish aura seemed to surround her, evidence that she had gotten her hands on the Aegis of the Immortal.
What truly caught their attention, however, was the monstrosity between Traxex’s legs.
Where before, her cock had been somewhere between Rylai and Lina’s in size, the energy she’d consumed had transformed it into something truly colossal. It jutted outward at an angle, veins bulging angrily along its pale, purple length. Each pulse of the artifact’s aura seemed to cause that obscene beast to lurch visibly, faint energy running down the thing’s length.
Each step seemed to cause that enormous slab of fuckmeat to ooze copious amounts of clear precum onto the forest floor.
“ MmmmMM!” Akasha moaned helplessly as Rylai grabbed her head, stuffing her fat prick back into Akasha’s throat, causing her neck to bulge out obscenely.
Traxex moved around the trio for a moment, grinning. “What a fucking slut. She could just teleport out. She could go back to helping her team… Instead, she chooses to stay here, worshipping dick. I suppose she can’t help it,” the archer said, casually discarding what remained of her armor before placing a hand on Lina and Rylai’s shoulders.
Beyond the forest’s canopy, the Dire’s structures were falling one by one.
Rylai giggled, pulling her obscene length from Akasha’s throat with a lewd, wet gurgling noise. Plapping her meaty monolith a few times on Akasha’s forehead, making that much more of a mess of the demoness’s countenance, she spoke: “She’s always been a bit of a selfish bitch. Hogging all the farm to herself, all the cock…”
Nodding her agreement, Lina ran her fingers through Akasha’s disheveled hair. For an instant, the Queen of Pain thought – and hoped – she’d take her turn violating her throat. “And look what it got her…” she added, joining her sister in smearing precum and makeup all across Akasha’s face, using her cock as some obscene, throbbing paintbrush.
Akasha’s eyes fluttered as Lina pressed her enormous shaft to her cheek. Instinctively, she turned her face, nuzzling against that warm, throbbing girth. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled that potent scent.
A small, involuntary shudder ran down her spine as a bead of pre-cum smeared across her face.
“Did you see that?” came Rylai’s amused voice, pressing her own thick prick to Akasha’s other cheek. “Slut can’t help herself! Look at her!”
The Queen of Pain’s breathing grew heavy as her lips parted, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of those two obscenely oversized cocks.
Traxex took a step forward.
“Your team is dying out there, whore. ”
As if to emphasize the point, there passed through the trees the fish-humanoid form of one of Akasha’s teammates attempting to escape the carnage happening in the Dire’s base, looking over their shoulder in a panic.
Slark, however, did not manage to get far, for arrows and rockets soon rained down upon him. When the smoke cleared, there remained little on the ground but a charred husk where once had stood the Nightcrawler.
Akasha barely registered the fish-man’s death, too preoccupied with the three obese, throbbing leviathans surrounding her.
“Yet here you are,” Traxex continued, giving her gigantic cock a few deliberate strokes as Lina and Rylai continued their degrading cockslaps. She reached down, taking Akasha’s chin between thumb and forefinger, lifting her head up to witness the three throbbing fuckspires circling her. “On your knees, in the dirt… begging for cock, begging to be used like the worthless jizzdump you are.”
Akasha’s mascara-streaked face burned with shame. That addictive shame. The same that caused her core to pulse with need, that slickened her sex with arousal. She couldn’t move, could barely think straight. Definitely not enough to speak, anyway, kneeling as she was before them, completely nude save for the spit and precum that covered her face and tits.
“Back,” Traxex ordered the other two women, forcing them to cease rubbing their dicks all across the Queen of Whores. Lina and Rylai obeyed without question, making even clearer the hierarchy between them. “I want our Queen to make a choice,” she said, using the title as derisively as one might address a beggar wearing a paper crown.
“Oooh, a game!” Rylai clapped excitedly, the motion setting her huge pale tits to bouncing.
Traxex’s lips curled into a predatory grin, gaze locked on Akasha as she slowly stepped back five paces. “Here’s your chance. Stand up right now, teleport away to your teammates and maybe – just maybe – you can still save them.”
As she spoke, her hand slowly moved up and down the length of her shaft, fingers unable to even grasp half that mind-boggling girth. Fat dollops of clear precum oozed from the throbbing crown of her cock, falling wetly to the ground below.
Akasha’s eyes followed every drop as it fell.
“Or…” the Drow Ranger continued, noticing the raw need in the demoness’s eyes.
“Or show us what you truly are,” Lina finished, stroking her own throbbing cock alongside Traxex and Rylai.
“Crawl, skank,” Rylai ordered, pointing to a spot at her feet. “Hands and knees, like a good bitch.”
Trembling, Akasha considered her options. Her eyes briefly flicked to the Dire’s base, the sounds of battle reaching her ears still. Perhaps… For a heartbeat, determination flared within her. Her wings spread slightly, and she considered the best path she could take to return to her base, to try and salvage the battle.
“Your Ancient won’t last much longer,” Traxex taunted, waving her cock about to bring Akasha’s attention back. “Tick. Tock.”
As soon as her crimson eyes returned to Traxex’s monstrous, unnatural girlcock, any desire to flee melted. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, eyelids growing heavy. “I… I need to help…” she groaned weakly, trying to convince herself.
A broken, helpless sound left Akasha’s lips as she lowered herself onto all fours, massive tits hanging beneath her like twin udders. Slowly, the humiliated queen began crawling towards the three bedicked heroines.
Lina’s breathing grew heavy as she stroked herself faster to the sight of Akasha debasing herself in such a fashion.
Every inch crawled felt as a betrayal of her team. Of her team. Her title. Her enormous tits swung pendulous beneath her, occasionally brushing against the black dirt of the Dire’s forest.
“Good cow,” Traxex chuckled, now pumping that pale pulsating titan with both hands. “Cockdrunk little sow.”
Now halfway to her destination, Akasha dared not look up, for she feared the three Radiant might see it as an act of defiance, an act worthy of punishment.
“Tell us what you are,” Rylai taunted, pumping her fat tool.
Akasha, eyes downcast, managed a weak “I’m a whore…”
“What’s that? I think you two ruined her throat. She can’t talk anymore,” Traxex said, laughing. Another hefty glob of prenut fell from the tip of her dick to the ground below with a wet plap.
“I-I’m a whore…” Akasha repeated, louder this time, voice hoarse from the brutal throatreaving she’d taken mere moments ago. “A cock hungry slut…”
Speaking those simple words sent a violent shudder through her body, and she quite nearly came from the act alone. Admitting her status – not as a queen, but as their plaything – made her dizzy with need, her body flush with that burning arousal.
Only when she had reached her destination, eyes gazing upon the trio of feet before her, did Akasha dare look up, returning to her kneeling position. Three cocks surrounded her, surrounding her like some twisted parody of a crown.
Her pupils dilated as she looked upon the pulsating flesh before her, each throb of those oversized fempricks sending her heart into a gallop.
The meaty FWAP! of a cock upon her face tore her from reverie. A weak, breathless whimper slipped from Akasha’s parted lips.
Then came another impact, and another, as all three cocks battered her visage with their heft. Where once, the Queen of Pain would have obliterated anyone who dared touch her, now she leaned ito that degrading contact, eyelids fluttering at the impact.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the scents of those powerful, divine cocks. “Nnnfff…” the succubus moaned, opening her mouth to try and get a taste of those meaty fuckbats.
Seeing there an opportunity, Traxex gave the pathetic demoness what she so craved. Holding that vascular beast with one hand, she slowly guided the fat, throbbing crown into the woman’s mouth. Immediately, Akasha’s tongue started its work as she suckled desperately upon that precum-spewing crown.
The taste was overwhelming – stronger and muskier than normal, infused with something otherworldly. The Aegis’s power had, it seemed, not only given Traxex’s cock a boost in size, but had also made it completely irresistible.
As she continued gobbling the Drow Ranger’s fat prick, inch by inch, her hands moved to both Lina and Rylai’s cocks, pumping those obscene lengths.
“GGLRRFFPPT!” Akasha gurgled, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Traxex shoved forward without ceremony, stretching her throat obscenely around that impossible, throbbing shaft.
“Fuck, it’s been too long, little cow,” Traxex moaned, feeding more of her colossus to the moaning, gagging whore below.
Akasha’s neck bulged outward as that violation – of being used to roughly, as little else but a receptacle – sent euphoric waves through her body.
Traxex gripped Akasha’s horns as handlebars, slowly pumping her hips to properly ravage the demoness’s throat. Every pump of her cock caused Akasha’s eyelids to flutter about.
While she had never been a true Queen in any sense of the word, she could feel the title being stripped away, bit by bit, every thrust turning her into an object to be used, rather than a woman to be feared or even respected.
Her eyes watered from the abuse, mascara running in black rivulets down her cheeks. There was no pain in those tears, however, for they expressed the overwhelming gratitude of one who had found her place at her mistresses’ side.
Brutal in her pace, Traxex continued that savage throatfucking, slamming herself harder into Akasha’s face than either of the two sisters had done. With each push of her meat, those massive, orange-sized nuts would slap her chin and throat with heavy plap plap plaps.
Watching Akasha throat her cock, with their own being jerked to completion by the woman’s skilled hands, caused the two lingerie-clad sorceresses to gasp and moan in delight.
“Oh, she’s definitely… Mmmnnn!... Where she needs to be!” Rylai moaned, throwing her head back, both her hands reaching up to cup and fondle her own massive tits, squeezing those pale mounds hard through the fabric of her bra.
With every thrust, every throatslamming pump of her cock, Traxex became more aggression, breathing growing ragged as she pounded Akasha’s throat with mounting urgency.
The Queen of Pain could feel the archer’s massive cock swelling larger, throbbing violently as it plunged down to the hilt again and again, forcing Akasha to kiss the base of her behemoth slab of she-meat.
A growl left Traxex’s lips as she tightened her grip on Akasha’s horns, now moving the woman’s head almost as much as she was moving her own hips. The demoness moaned around the invading meat, muffled vibrations only adding to the bedicked heroine’s pleasure.
“Take… it… you fucking sow…” Traxex snarled through clenched teeth.
With a shuddering moan, Traxex came.
The first blast of piping hot jizz came as Traxex hilted herself once more into Akasha, filling her stomach with an immense quantity of that potent fuckgunk. The force of that release might have caused Akasha to recoil, had it not been for Traxex’s firm hold on her horns, holding her there.
All the while, Akasha’s fingers never ceased jerking off both Lina and Rylai, pumping those huge rods hard and fast, precum rolling down her fingers as the wet fap fap faps of that dual handjob echoed all about them.
GLRKGLRK!
Akasha swallowed all she could of Traxex’s load, the archer’s balls drawn up taut as she unloaded for what felt like a whole minute, directly into the whore’s cumstarved stomach. Each degrading pulse of cum filled Akasha with more cum, and a growing, intoxicating sense of submission.
A distant explosion signaled the destruction of another of the Dire’s structures.
Akasha barely registered the sound, too lost in worshiping the trio before her.
A sharp, girlish moan signaled that Rylai was next to climax. She gasped, knees nearly buckling as her cock throbbed hard in Akasha’s grip.
That first rope of pearlescent nut shot across Akasha’s head, the quivering strand landing on her horns to act as a sort of lewd bridge between them.
As if sensing her sister’s climax, Lina’s release soon followed, and she, too, began blasting Akasha’s countenance with rope after rope of slimy, goopy ballslop.
Scorching ropes of jizz painted the opposite side of the demoness’s face and hair, matting her silky black tresses with that thick white load.
Each spurt of cum, either pumped down her throat or landing upon her face, marked Akasha as property of the Radiant. Her royal features disappeared beneath a mask of their essence, mascara and cum mindling into a lewd painting of her debasement.
SPLAT! SPLAT!
More and more cum landed on Akasha’s face, the sorcerous sisters aiming their cocks down slightly to also paint the demoness’s fat tits with some of their loads, ropes of that piping hot cream hanging off every curve of her body.
Through it all, Akasha continued her enthusiastic ministrations, pumping all three cocks with her hands and her throat. Her fingers worked overtime on Rylai and Lina’s throbbing shafts as her throat flexed around and milked Traxex’s colossal she-dick.
After a long while, their releases began subsiding, the flow of jizz tapering off.
Satisfied with her work, Traxex drew herself from Akasha’s throat, a long, viscous cum-rope briefly linking the tip of that behemoth cock to Akasha’s mouth. When the rope broke, it fell wetly against Akasha’s chin, hanging there.
“T-thank you…” Akasha managed, voice straining with effort.
Rylai giggled, running a finger through the mess upon Akasha’s face. “Oh, the Queen of Pain’s thanking us!”
“... Thanking us for letting us use her like a common back-alley whore,” Lina said with a chuckle. “Don’t get too comfortable, slut, we’re just getting started,” she added, cock already beginning to harden again despite her recent release.
Traxex quickly scanned their surroundings, finding a flat surface in the dirt nearby. With a satisfied smirk, she made her way to it, holding Akasha by her cum-slicked horn, quite nearly dragging the jizz-painted demoness to that destination before slowly lying down on her back.
The hardness of her erection had never lessened, still standing upright, slick with jizz and spit.
Heart hammering in her chest, Akasha followed on unsteady legs. Traxex took her by the wrist, pulling her down until she was straddling the Drow. Her hands went down to grip that colossal length, throbbing hungrily between the archer’s tits, reaching up to her collarbone.
Slowly, she lifted herself up, Rylai and Lina moving in to watch the spectacle from a nearer vantage point. She gulped, the thing’s girth causing a brief moment of hesitation.
“Go on,” Traxex encouraged her, voice husky with lust. “Take it. Take your throne. ”
“Y-yes,” Akasha breathed as she angled the crown of Traxex’s gigantic cock with her dripping folds.
A soft moan left her lips as the head of that cock made contact with her cunt, breaching her. Undeterred by the challenge, Akasha descended upon that throbbing meatspire with a hunger that could only be described as animalistic.
Inch by excruciating inch, she took the woman’s enormity within her velvety sleeve.
“Unreal,” Rylai whispered with amazement, kneeling next to the pair to get a good look at how Akasha managed to fit Traxex’s fat tool inside that soaked hole.
Akasha’s huge tits swung before her as she impaled herself upon the Drow Ranger’s length, gasping and moaning like a whore with each additional inch pushed into her depths.
Utterly lost in the pleasure of Akasha’s walls gripping and milking her cock, Traxex moved her head upwards to plant her lips upon the turgid bud of the Dire Whore’s nipple, sucking and nibbling upon that fat pebble.
A soft moan left Akasha’s lips, whether from getting her cunt stretched out by a cock that might have put the Ogre Magi to shame, or through the skilled teasing of Traxex’s mouth upon her breasts, one could only have guessed.
Eventually, that last inch was stuffed into the winged whore’s cunt, the woman angling her clit to rub against Traxex’s body as she began grinding herself upon the drow. “Nnnfff…” she moan-groaned.
Behind them, Lina watched, as fascinated as her sister, though her eyes were planted upon the fat mountains of Akasha’s ass, watching the pink-grey of her puckered star appear and vanish as those globes bounced.
She exchanged a glance with her sister and grinned. The Slayer’s own cock had retrurned to full hardness, the sight of that submission too enticing.
Moving closer, the red-haired spellcaster positioned herself directly behind Akasha, hands reaching out to caress the flesh of that huge rump. “Good grief… I think you took her ass, last time, right?” she asked, looking over Akasha’s shoulder.
Traxex removed herself from Akasha’s tit for but a heartbeat to offer a single nod of response before diving back upon those enormous udders.
Akasha looked over her shoulder as Lina gripped one of her ass cheeks, pushing it aside to get a better view of her target. “W-wait… Not b-both…”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as, without further warning, Lina pressed her cockhelm to that winking entrance, slowly forcing her way past the tight ring of Akasha’s ass. The demoness threw her head back, a strangled cry torn from her lungs as her second hole was invaded.
The burning stretch sent lightning bolts of pain and pleasure through her, a smattering of lights dancing at the corners of her vision.
“Oh… Mmmffffuuuck…” Akasha wailed, body trembling as Lina continued pushing into her, cramming herself inch by throbbing inch into the cockstarved demoness.
The feeling of both those massive cocks inside her simultaneously was beyond overwhelming. When at last Lina hilted herself fully inside that huge, round ass, she took hold of the woman’s hips, and both she and Traxex began a slow rhythm.
Rylai giggled, moving to the front of Akasha, planting her feet on either side of Traxex. “Open wide,” she commanded, stroking her renewed erection, holding it barely an inch from Akasha’s lips.
The demoness’s crimson eyes looked up at Rylai for a moment, slowly opening her mouth. She pushed her head forward, allowing her lips to glide across the fat, throbbing crown of that hefty prick.
As Akasha began gobbling up the Crystal Maiden’s staff, the two women below began a devastating rhythm. When Lina would pull back, Traxex would push up and vice-versa, ensuring that Akasha never remained without one cock fully lodged within her.
They did not waste any time being gentle, using the demoness as they saw fit, as a simple piece of meat with which they would slake their thirsts.
And Akasha loved every second of it, taking her rightful place as the Radiant’s new sex toy.
Those alternating thrusts robbed the woman of any coherent thought as she came hard, every muscle in her body seized so suddenly that her brain briefly short-circuited. Every muscle in her body failed, and she could barely make a sound save for a single tiny grunt of effort. “Ngh!”
“Oh fuck she’s cumming already,” Lina said with an amused laugh, her hand falling upon Akasha’s ass with a mighty SLAP! The impact sent ripples through that fat, round globe while also leaving a reddened handprint upon that blue-grey planetoid’s surface.
The obscene sounds of that brutal mating echoed through the Dire’s forest, drowning out the sounds of their base being defiled by only two of the Radiant’s heroes – the other three far too busy defiling the Radiant’s star hero. The wet noises of Akasha’s insides being rearranged by Lina and Traxex, the slapping of flesh upon flesh, the choking, gagging sounds of Akasha throating Rylai’s obscene prick filled the air.
PLAPPLAPPLAP! GLRK GLRK!
Through it all, Akasha came and came, brain melting from the intense pleasure, shaking and moaning like an animal as she was taken from all directions, stuffed with over a yard of cock.
“The Queen of Pain, reduced to little more than three warm holes,” laughed Rylai, prompting amused chuckles from the other two women.
“I don’t think she can hear you,” laughed Traxex. “Hey, cow, your team’s losing,” the archer added, emphasizing her words with a particularly powerful thrust of her hips, making Akasha’s slutty fuckpillows bounce wildly.
That reminder, that cruel emphasis on her betrayal, pushed Akasha over the edge, and another orgasm tore through her. Her inner walls clamped down on Traxex’s cock with strength enough that she briefly thought the succubus’s hole might simply shear her cock off. “Nnnhuuuu~!!” she groaned, barely cognizant.
Rylai silenced her by stuffing her cock back into her throat. “Keep going, you slag,” she instructed, placing her hands on either side of Akasha’s face to keep her mouth open as she rammed herself repeatedly into that warm throat.
By pleasure and degradation did Akasha’s world narrow to the three massive poles rearranging her insides and her world. Her mind was falling apart as Traxex hammered upward into her stretched-out cunt, the outline of that obscene endowment made clear on Akasha’s otherwise trim stomach.
Lina growled, nails digging into the abundant flesh of Akasha’s ass, ramming herself to the hilt again and again, hips slamming against the gargantuan globes of the demoness’s ass. Every impact sent ripples of assflesh forward, along with a stream of cock-muffled moans from Akasha’s throat.
All the while, Rylai never slowed that savage throatfucking, her foot-long meatclub provoking lewd GLK GLK GLK noises with every plunge, forcing Akasha’s throat to distend visibly. Strings of drool fell from her stretched lips, adding to the mess of her face.
The trio of Radiant dickgirls would keep slamming themselves into Akasha, leaving no respite for the buxom demoness, their pace growing faster, more frantic.
Akasha felt like she was melting, moaning around Rylai’s cock as she bounced upon the other two.
Traxex’s hands found Akasha’s swinging udders, squeezing those massive tits roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples until they ached. “F-fucking cow-tits,” she groaned, slamming herself upwards again and again, her thighs slapping against Akasha’s, meaty slaps echoing all about them.
Lina’s palm crashed against Akasha’s wobbling ass again, alternating her slaps from one cheek to the other as she ravaged the woman’s asshole, those massive cheeks now reddened from the abuse.
“Your Ancient’s about to fall,” Lina said, leaning forward to whisper into Akasha’s ear, her hips never slowing for an instant as she destroyed Akasha’s once-tight passage.
That cruel reminder caused Akasha’s chest to momentarily tighten, and another mind-rending orgasm ripped through her sweat-slicked form. Her pussy clenched violently around Traxex’s behemoth fuckspear, gushing feminine essence that rolled down the drow’s thighs. Her shrieks of pleasure vibrated along Rylai’s length.
“Fuck… She’s… Too tight…” Traxex gasped, arching her back as she felt herself nearing another release.
Orgasm upon orgasm slammed into Akasha, every nerve aflame as dizzying lights flashed about her vision. Her toes curled as she writhed upon the trio of cocks, muscles spasming involuntarily.
As her mind began unwinding, Akasha felt something within her, building within her chest. As Rylai’s cock kept plunging down her throat, Akasha felt that familiar vibration starting deep within her, the same power that had won her countless battles now, surging forth for an entirely different purpose.
Akasha’s eyes rolled back as Rylai held her horns now, as Traxex had done earlier, using them to force her head down until her nose crushed against her bald pubic mound. The Crystal Maiden held her there, cutting off her air completely as her throat convulsed around and massaged that veiny shaft.
Lungs burning, vision spotting, something broke within the demoness.
Instinctively, she unleashed the power building within her. Her sonic wave vibrated directly through her throat and up Rylai’s massive, throbbing cock, those concetrated sound waves rippling along every inch and sensitive nerve ending of the obscene appendage.
Rylai’s eyes rolled back, her whole body convulsing as if struck by some unseen spell. Her cock swelled larger, veins pulsing wildly as Akasha’s screech continued unabated.
The sound attack rattled through Rylai’s very core, triggering an orgasm so powerful it momentarily shut off her brain.
Without warning, her cock erupted like a geyser, blasting thick ropes of cum directly down Akasha’s throat. Every orgasm-pulse running through that fat slab of she-meat swelled the shaft visibly as cum travelled along its immense length.
Akasha screamed again around Rylai’s spurting cock, the SCREEEEE of that ultimate ability only heard once Rylai collapsed backward, shaft still erupting as she fell upon her plump rump, eyes vacant and drooling slightly. She lay there for a while, cock still periodically jumping as aftershocks of that release rippled through her overstimulated body.
Simultaneously, Lina’s and Traxex’s bodies went rigid as the vibrations from that sonic wave travelled through Akasha’s body, directly into their throbbing dicks.
The archer’s jaw went slack, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she slammed herself upward one final time before her cock erupted in a cataclysmic deluge, flooding Akasha’s womb to such a degree that most of her release would spurt out the corners of her overstuffed mitt.
Lina would not hold on much longer, for the unexpected stimulation provided by the demoness’s ability flung her into a brain-melting release. Her hair burst into brilliant flame and her back arched violently as her cock pulsed angrily inside Akasha’s clutching ass.
White-hot spurts of molten jizz painted the demoness’s insides, that scalding release flooding her bowels with force enough that it, too, would leak out the corners of that abused orifice.
Traxex’s hands clutched desperately at Akasha’s swinging, bouncing tits, as though they anchored her to reality. Her fingers dug into that soft, pliant flesh, blue-grey titmeat spilling out from her grip.
After a long while, all three would collapse into a heap of twitching limbs and still-pulsing cocks. Akasha, sandwiched between them, cum leaking from all three holes, looked up as her mental faculties returned.
Just in time to see a large crack forming along the central sphere of the Dire’s Ancient, the building exploding in a bright flash of crimson light. The battle was over, and victory had gone to the Radiant.
She should have been angered, outraged that she and her team had lost. Instead, she felt nothing. She couldn’t bring herself to care, no matter how hard she tried.
Her crimson gaze wandered to the sweaty forms around her, the weight of Lina upon her back, and the warmth of Traxex beneath her. Both women still had their massive cocks lodged deep inside her, cum leaking from her overstuffed holes.
When they’d softened enough, their fat cocks fell limply from Akasha with wet plaps, followed by gushing globs of jizz.
Slowly, and on shaky legs, the demoness extricated herself from between the two women, eyes wandering up to Rylai. The Crystal Maiden seemed stunned, still, from her most recent release, chest heaving with exertion.
She needed to demonstrate complete submission to these women. Her superiors, her owners. She was now their pet, and she needed to clean their cocks.
Without their new pet sandwiched between them, Lina fell upon Traxex. Both women began making out messily, sloppily, as Akasha crawled to the Crystal Maiden, ruined holes leaking copious amounts of steaming ballsludge. Her once-tight rectum gaped obscenely, unable to close.
Akasha gazed upon the softening expanse of Rylai’s cock, the semi-flaccid beast laying upon her stomach almost lazily now, in a mess of its own making. That magnificent pillar of flesh had, mere moments ago, been violating her throat, pumping her stomach full of cum.
And now, there she was, crawling toward it like some scavenging beast, eager to taste more of that copious essence.
Her tongue extended, making contact with the base of Rylai’s shaft. A soft whimper left the blonde’s lips at that, her cock still sensitive from her previous release. The taste of it struck Akasha – salty, musky, slightly bitter, and yet somehow sweeter even than any dessert. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her tongue collected those first globs of cum.
A soft moan slipped past her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as she worked her way up that pale beast’s underbelly, tongue tracing delicate patterns upon its flesh. Her lips would soon join in the effort, suckling and kissing every inch, slurping up as much of that delicious cum as she could. She could not disappoint her new owners by wasting their cum, she rationalized.
When she would reach a particularly thick rope of cum hanging from the side of that alabaster prick, Akasha slurped loudly, letting that viscous, cooling treat coat her tongue before swallowing shamelessly, making an absolutely pornographic show of it “Nnnguh…”
Was this what she’d been fighting for for so long? Gold? Items? Power?
None of it seemed to matter anymore, not compared to the divine purpose she felt now, worshipping these godlike she-dicks as she now was.
She worked meticulously, moving up and up until at last her lips reached the fat pink head of Rylai’s throat-wrecker. Savouring every moment, Akasha circled her tongue around the swollen glans, dipping into the sensitive ridge where head met shaft.
With each swallow and lick, the submissive demoness’s breath grew more labored, hips unconsciously grinding against nothing. That simple, degrading act was turning her on so much that heat began building in her core without any actual physical stimulation.
Through it all, Rylai watched with half-lidded eyes, the soft sounds that came from her lips making clear how spent she was.
With whorish intent, she parted her lips and took just that cocktip between her lips, cheeks hollowing as she suckled and nursed greedily, extracting any remaining cum that had not been expelled during Rylai’s release.
Swallowing the treat, Akasha then turned her attention to Traxex and Lina, both women still making out with one another, Traxex’s hands lovingly groping and fondling Lina’s thong-clad rump.
Both women turned their heads in Akasha’s direction, grinning.
“Well, now, look who’s come to clean up after herself?” Traxex teased, disengaging from Lina’s embrace.
“A good pet,” Lina agreed, kneeling on the ground next to Traxex.
Akasha’s eyes never left the duo of half-flaccid, cum-slicked shafts.
With both Traxex and Lina kneeling on the ground, Akasha positioned herself between them, elbows to the ground. Utterly debased, covered in cum, and with mascara streaking her face, the once-feared demoness now began her dutiful worship of those two Radiant pricks.
The demoness began with Traxex first, lowering her face to that enormous cock. Her nostrils flared at the scent of cum combined with her own pussy juices. She extended her tongue, lapping up the mixture, growing hunger making her movements seem more desperate than they had been with Rylai.
Akasha’s mouth then turned to Lina’s cock, lapping up every creamy ounce of spunk she could. The taste of their combined essence, the self-imposed humiliation, that degradation, all of it compounded within Akasha, forcing from her a wanton moan, face flush with growing arousal.
Traxex smirked, watching Akasha clean their cocks with nothing but her mouth, elbows to the ground so she could even reach those enormous she-cocks. “Fuck, is she getting off from cleaning dick?”
Every inch of cock before her reached Akasha’s devoted attention, tongue writhing upon whatever it could reach. Her lips, full and plump, would occasionally suction against those shafts to slurp up particularly thick globs of cum.
SCHLRP SCHLORP SLLLRRP!
Those wet, obscene noises echoed all about them as the demoness made sure not to waste a drop.
Much as she’d done to Rylai’s cock, Akasha made sure to clean the underside of each glans, circling those thick shafts. Due to the greater size of those endowments, the task proved more formidable than it had been with the busty blonde before them, but she managed.
Her lips suckled upon those huge cocktips, making sure to pull from them those quivering strands of ballgunk, desperate for every drop that touched her tongue. Each measured lick brought with growing pleasure, and she would rub her thighs together in response, eager for any friction upon the swollen pearl of her clit.
“Mhhaa~” she would mewl, growing cum-hunger making her movements more urgent.
“Mmm, good work,” Traxex complimented, watching Akasha clean the last bits of Lina’s spit-soaked she-meat.
Behind them, Rylai had recovered enough to sit up, watching the dickcleaning unfold for a few more moments, seeing clearly just how fucking soaked the succubus was getting, the horned beauty’s thighs shivering with delight.
“Oh my,” the bubbly Crystal Maiden said, “I think she’s going to–”
She wouldn’t finish that thought, however, it happened. Without a single touch to her dripping gash, Akasha began convulsing like a woman possessed. Vocalizing her release in strangled tones, her core clenched violently, eyes rolling back from the sheer submissive bliss of cleaning that trio of spent cocks.
She whimpered and writhed, though her face never left Lina and Traxex’s cocks, nuzzling against them even as her muscles left her control.
Lina laughed in disbelief, watching their new toy cum her absolute brains out before them.
Even as her climax tore through her, Akasha never ceased that devoted rodcleaning, tongue continuing its meticulous work. Her movements grew more frenzied, sloppy and desperate as she rode out her climax, thrusting her fat ass out as if begging some invisible lover to stuff her depths with cock yet again.
Satisfied with her work, Akasha pulled her lips from Lina’s cock with a lewd plop!, her thighs soaked with the evidence of her release.
She remained there for a few heartbeats, panting, recovering her wits.
Traxex gripped the demoness’s chin, tilting her head back slightly, blue eyes staring into crimson. Those eyes cemented the truth in her mind – gone was the Queen of Pain. The once-might hero of the Dire was now little more than property. A cum-dumpster to be used by the fat-dicked Radiant.
As the Radiant heroines collected their clothing, Akasha remained kneeling. When they beckoned, she silently followed, her ruined holes still leaking cum.
The Dire’s Ancient lay in ruins. And with it, any pretense that Akasha had ever been anything more than the Radiant’s cock-drunk fuckpuppet.
⚔️ ⚔️ ⚔️
Blood sprayed in a crimson arc as Akasha’s dagger tore through Carl’s flesh, the Invoker falling to his knees as he desperately attempted to cast one last spell.
“Good girl,” Traxex purred from the shadows, emerging with bow in hand. “Didn’t even need my help.”
She extended a hand, and Akasha dutifully placed the bounty for the kill into her mistress’s open palm.
Nothing felt better to Akasha than earning praise for her efforts, the thrill of servitude making her clench her thighs with need. She straightened, wiping Carl’s blood from her skin, the motion causing her barely-contained fuckpillows to bounce luridly within those woefully inadequate confines.
Her new “uniform” was a mockery of her previous outfit, consisting mostly of thin strips of white cloth that did little to conceal her obscene curves. If one could say “little” meant “barely covering anything save her nipples and her slit”.
Delicate silver chains connected her nipples piercings to the collar around her neck, causing each movement to jingle softly, reminding her of her place.
“By the glory of the Golden Ones,” came a voice from the forest, watching the carnage and the two women standing near the lifeless form of the Invoker. The shifting of her gaze from one to the other offered little insight into what, precisely, had prompted those words.
Traxex smirked, eyeing Valora, otherwise known as Dawnbreaker, for a moment, eyes lingering on the woman’s tree-trunk thighs. “Impressed?”
“I am more impressed that you managed to so thoroughly break one of the Dire’s greatest heroes,” Valora said.
As Valora and Traxex conversed, a flash of auburn caught Akasha’s eye. From the treeline emerges Lyralei, emerald eyes bright with curiosity as she approached. “Did someone say Dire ?!” she would ask, eyes looking suspiciously about, bow at the ready.
“Calm yourself, Windranger,” Traxex said with a chuckle. “We were only discussing our latest… prize,” she explained, motioning to Akasha with a slight motion of her head.
“Huh! Well that’s something!” the bubbly archer laughed, voice musical, though her friendly demeanor could not fully conceal the predatory glint in her eyes as her emerald gaze scanned Akasha’s luscious form – nor could she ever hope to conceal the imposing bulge between her legs.
Akasha wondered for a moment if there was something in the Radiant fountain that caused all the women to grow enormous cocks.
“Mm, perhaps the two of you,” Traxex said, gaze shifting from Lyralei to Valora, “would enjoy a proper introduction? She’s very friendly.”
Valora’s lips curled into a grin. “Hammer’s ready.”
As Valora and Lyralei’s hands worked at the buckles of their leggings to unleash their own monstrous endowments, Akasha’s eyes glazed with cockdrunk hunger, fully assuming her role as the Radiant’s new cumdump.
And for the first time in her existence, she felt complete.