A fellow's apprentice

Miri hid behind a tall eucalyptus tree, trying in vain to examine the commotion ahead of her. A stick cracked a few feet to her left, startling the busty brunette. She spun toward the sound, surprised; Dazar unwrapped the cloak from his head, revealing his bearded face to Miri. It was an uneasy sight, for all intents and purposes, the dwarf appeared body-less. Swallowing her discomfort, Miriamelle asked her mentor, “So? What’s the situation?”

“It’s a smidgen more complicated than I initially hoped,” Dazar began, taking the cloak off and folding it while he talked. “The man on the cart is the apprentice of my business associate, Mage Iantha. There are three Greenwater police asking to search the cart for “banned substances,” whatever the hell that means. Since the apprentice won’t let ‘em, must mean he’s hiding something. And that smells of money and favors from Iantha. Kid’s doing an admirable job bullshitting them. I’m of a mind to intercede on the boy’s behalf.”

“Oh. Is that wise?” Miri asked, eyes slightly wide.

“Probably not, but the potential reward could be large. Here’s my plan,” Dazar smiled wickedly. “You’re the linchpin. We walk up to them, and I’ll offer you as a bribe. Then, when you’re finished, we can ride in a wagon, not walk.”

“WHAT!?” Miri covered her own mouth to quiet her outrage.

“Easy, easy. I’ll let you handle the guards however you want; with their cocks out, they’ll be putty in your hands. Besides, you’ll have a knife. Don’t like what they’re doing…” Dazar coaxed. Miri took a deep breath as if to protest, but the dwarf cut her off, continuing, “This is part of the life you’ve chosen. Remember, that bracelet of yours feeds off sexual energy. Think of the potential three men and yourself have.”

Miri tapped her foot in frustration. Any argument she might have propagated died in her throat. Finally, she combed her hands through her hair and sighed, “fine. But is there any other way? I already feel guilty sleeping with you behind Anders’ back.”

Dazar gave her a comforting hug. Not unkindly, he advised her. “I’ll be nearby. If you want it to stop at any point, I’ll be there, listening. I’ll gut them like dogs. Part of my role as your mentor is to push your boundaries. You chose to embrace the sexual nature of Aiano. Therefore, it’s my duty to maximize your potential. Right now, an ideal opportunity has shown itself. Be brave, little butterfly, and grasp it.”

Miri hugged back and trembled, whether from nervousness or arousal, Dazar couldn’t ascertain. “Thank you, Daddy Dazar. I’m ready. What must I do?”

“Good. We’re going to approach. I’ll take your clothes, they're foreign and made of weird material; they would throw the guards off. I’m going to hail the guards and ask what’s going on. Then I’ll guide them to you, all you need to do is look sexy. I’ll offer you as a bribe. The guards may drag you off to the tree cover, or they might do it on the road. Either way, I’ll stay close.”

“Oh, fuck. This is single-handedly the sluttiest thing I’ve ever done,” Miri blanched. The brunette bent her knees inward, grinding herself into her pants. She stripped and handed Dazar her clothes, who put them in his pouch of holding. Standing nude before him, moisture glistened on the inside of Miriamelle’s side. Miriamelle took a long swallow of water from Dazar’s canteen, the swell of her breasts jiggling hypnotically, and asked him, “Do you have a comb, my hair’s a bit messy.”

Nodding, Dazar reached into his bag and pulled out a comb made of bone, and Miri started straightening her hair. Knowing time was a consideration, Miri settled with working the knots out, which made her curly hair curl further; the humidity and ambient moisture conspiring to fluff her delightfully brown hair into a wild mane. Far from looking unkempt, Miri’s hair framed her pretty face wonderfully, drawing attention to her high cheekbones, cute nose, and luscious brown eyes. Though obscuring her ears and neck, the ends of her hair rested atop her clavicle, prominently displaying her proud bosom.

Together, they walked forward toward the city guards. Miri walked, nervous as a newborn fawn, while her companion went over some further details. “Alright, so cover story is, you’re my significant other. That boy, wanna say his name is Ben or Tad, but I can’t recall. Uh, the boy, whatever his name is, is your cousin. I hired him as a guard… We went off to get further acquainted, leaving the boy alone to look after everything. If they ask about your nudity-”

“I’m a nudist,” Miri interjected.

“Excellent! Yes, your parents were druids and some of their wild ways rubbed off on you. With a little luck, we’ll manage just fine. Alright, quiet now; leave the talking to me,” Dazar whispered under his breath as they came within earshot of the guards.

“So. You’re telling me, that your master sent you out here all alone? With no protection? Nothing. Sounds suspicious, boy,” one of the mounted men barked. Miri could now see the three men closer. All had glittering chain mail, covered with the sigil of Greenwater, a flowing green river frothing into an ocean. There were two chestnuts and a white horse, all pridefully wearing plate mail. The speaker, a long-haired man with flowing black hair and a short mustache, appeared to be the one in charge from the passive deference the other two gave him. On the speaker's left was another man, blonde and short of hair, who toyed with the string of his longbow. On the far right, was a monstrous being to Miri’s eye’s. He was big, towering over his compatriots even seated. Thick chested, he wore only a breastplate, proudly displaying two tree trunks that served as arms. Green of skin and bald, Miri nearly slapped herself for staring at the tusks growing out from his lower lip, creating a truly menacing glare.

“What the hell’s the big one? You didn’t say anything about a goddamn monster, Dazar,” Miri fretted quietly.

Matching the beautiful naked woman’s volume, Dazar responded, “He’s an orc, or at least half-orc. They're all gym rats, don’t worry overmuch.”

The orc in question, who had the best view of the eastern roadway, spied them first and said something quietly to his leader. The leader turned his own horse toward the on-comers, announcing, “Halt! State your name and business. Come no further or, if you must, skirt the opposite side of the road where we can watch you. You must not interfere with an ongoing investigation.”

“Easy, I am Drax of the house Stonepounders, a leal taxpaying citizen of Greenwater and I wonder what you are doing holding up my wagon?” Dazar bristled, looking for all the world outraged that his wagon had been held up.

“This is yours? Do you recognize this boy?” The guard leader queried doubtfully.

“Aye, lad’s name is Tad. We’re on our way to Greenwater with supplies,” Dazar squinted at the boy, imitating an old man trying to identify which of his many grandchildren asked him to fix some toy. Miri almost panicked, hearing Dazar seemingly get the boy’s name wrong, but she relaxed a hair when Tad nodded deliberately, like he felt somewhat more comfortable. “Might I have your name, captain, to report you for upholding my trade wagon?”

“My name is Max Stringer, and I have already sent a warrant to search this wagon under suspicion of importing unregistered diamond dust and transporting illegally obtained alchemical ingredients,” the guard captain stiffly answered.

“Those are very serious charges, officers,” Dazar admitted. Both the orc and blonde human stared lustfully at the tall caramel brunette beside the dwarf, memorizing the curve of her perky breasts, toned abdomen the muscular thighs that led inexorably to her smooth vulva – covered only by a thin landing strip. “Perhaps we can work something out. I’ve a meeting tonight at my establishment, the Laughing Cat, and I’d hate to be late.”

Frowning, the mustachioed man looked over at his men for support. What he found must not have been to his liking; the human beside him nearly went blind with how hard he was staring, and the orc had annoyed his white horse by slobbering onto its back. “The guards of Greenwater are beyond such things as bribes, Dwarf.”

Miri quivered, the implication setting in, but Dazar seemed unfazed. He merely smiled and calmly walked forward, saying, “This is known and honorable. It’s why I pay my taxes, after all. Captain, what I have are goods that are above board, and you know it. Instead of getting a warrant, taking the time to search, and then getting another warrant for our arrest, all of which I might add would take until Midnight, I’m asking you to take me at my word.” Seeing the man’s frown deepen, Dazar paused, waiting for Captain Max to contradict him. When no such response came forth, he continued, “Please, as a gesture of good faith, let me introduce my traveling companion, Siri.”

Miri dipped her legs in an approximation of a curtsy. She felt the male gaze of five men center on her aching core as her pussy lips briefly came into view before she stood up straight. “It’s a pleasure, Guard Captain,” Miri called out over the distance, nipping her finger.

Max gulped and bowed in his saddle, “It’s a great pleasure of ours to come across someone so fine as you, my lady Siri.”

The other two guards followed their leader’s example, perhaps a bit too eagerly, as the orc groaned, rubbing his groin region.

“Why don’t you come off those horses and shake our hands? If I had any food to spare, I’d offer you lot lunch, but alas,” Dazar persuaded. The guards did so, and Miri and Dazar walked over.

Once the horses were tied up, guard Captain Max kissed the back of Miri’s hand in greeting, “It’s a lovely day with you around, Siri.”

“Thank you, I love demonstrating my gratitude towards Greenwater’s fine policemen,” Miri tittered, allowing a little blush to creep up her neck, coloring it attractively. Surprised, Miri noted that though she was taller than the two humans, the orc towered over her. Not since her childhood had anyone made her feel so small and delicate. A little more moisture seeped down her legs.

“So, dwarf. What’s the play; we take your companion away, then before we know it we wake up in a ditch robbed and penniless?” Captain Max asked softly, his eyes boring into Miri’s while his thumb gently swirled along the back of her hand.

“Course not! What do you take me for, a bloody highwayman?” Dazar shouted indignantly.

“Good. Then stay on the wagon and don’t go near the back. Boys, on me,” Captain Max pulled on Miri’s arm, leading her. His men followed, one of them softly chuckling in anticipation. Knowing the boys watched her jiggly ass, she stepped with an extra sway, bouncing her cute but the fifteen or so feet to the back of the wagon. Halfway there, she felt a large hand hesitantly brush her left ass cheek. She couldn’t tell which one did it, so she turned her head, winking flirtatiously at both of them.

Captain Max turned the corner and gently encouraged Miri ahead of him after taking his cape off and laying it on the ground. She pirouetted, facing all three men as they hid behind the relative cover of the wagon. Three lustful faces leered at her, the orc drooled, his bulge extending noticeably far away from his body. Blondie stood there waiting for some unknown signal, while Captain Max dropped his trousers, revealing a rather diminutive cock. Small and narrow, Miri tremored as a pulse of heat, originating in her quim, flushed through her luscious body. One of them commanded in a deep, husky voice, “Kneel, slut.”

Almost eagerly, the bodacious brunette did so on the cape, opening her mouth wide in preparation. Focused on the small cock in front, Miri begged, “Please, Captain. I want you in my mouth.”

Two steps later, the cock was buried to the hilt in Miri’s mouth. Her cheeks dimpled with the pressure, she sucked on his tiny cock. Max’s balls rubbed into Miri’s chin as she looked at him in total lust. Dreamlike, she raised her hands to clutch the man’s butt and hold him close, but the other guards intercepted her arms, pulling fingers to cocks. Engrossed in her job as a suck-slut, Miri gushed at the two cocks she held. On her left was a long, slender cock, she could easily wrap her hand around, with a head strangely reminiscent of a crab apple: big and round. Right in of her was a monster; thick enough to barely be gripped, the cock bent slightly upward, as if designed to ruin a woman’s G-Spot. It seemed to go on forever as she jacked it.

The man with a skinny dick moved behind Miri, allowing her to pump him at an odd angle. When the inevitable came and Captain Max pulled out, his short manhood throbbing, hands grabbed Miri’s hair and pulled her face back. She stared up at the blue sky as a green dick, the length of her face with a giant head, obscured her vision en route to her mouth. Keeping her mouth open, Miri reached back and grabbed her ankles, stabilizing her body and neck as the cock descended into her mouth.

Someone grabbed her tits, playing with them: twisting her nipples, massaging her breasts, etc. Miri hardly seemed to notice, the orc cock she sucked slowly, but surely, opening her throat. Eyes watering at the pressure, Miri’s throat bulged from the weird angle the cock was fucking her mouth – that large tip hammering away. He made sure to go slowly, making sure her breath never fully emptied. Soon, though, a kink in Miri’s neck **** her to spit the dick out. Green cock shimmered with her saliva; Miri’s once dry face had moisture underneath her eyes. Spit globules bubbled up from Miri’s nose, matching her mouth; spit and phlegm covered the lower half of her mouth as she coughed and sputtered, courtesy of the rough treatment given by the orc.

Leaning forward, Captain Max took another turn, controlling Miri by her curly brown hair, he pumped his tiny dick as hard and fast for around a minute. Miri tapped and smacked on his leg, body slowly stiffening and reddening – his cock was the perfect size to hit, not slide by, her gag reflex.

HRRK. HEEERRRRRKKK. HEK. HEEAAKK. GLUURK. With a rush, he pulled out. Holding her heaving body up by one hand in her hair, Captain Max thrust his twitching, oozing, spit-covered little cock against her horny face. Aiming down, he pointed his cock at her rock hard nipples and unloaded, painting her chest in a stream of hot baby batter.

Miri, **** to keep her last meal down, leaned forward in a forward cradle position, head on the ground and ass leaning up. For a time, she rested there, concentrating on her breathing. Her body trembled, but no body part more so than her needy cunt. Someone’s hand reached down and cupped her ass. She made no effort to stop him as she felt a long, thick cock slide along her tight, hot, needy pussy. A small whimper escaped her lips, she could feel his head over the curve of her ass, yet only began to feel the pressure of his balls.

“Oh, Shit, boys. This slut’s got a fuckin’ plug!” Someone crowed behind her. Looking back her left shoulder, Miri felt more than saw the blonde haired man pull her ass-cheeks wide. She moaned encouragingly, her steamy little cunt hole winking at the man.

“Fuck, get the oil,” The same man boomed. Miri looked up in time to see the small dicked Captain pull a small vase from his pack and hand it to someone behind her. Moaning, Miri cried out as the man poured some oil over her crack and began working it into her ring with a meaty finger.

“Oh, fuck. What kind of oil is that?” Miri asked, surprised by her own assertiveness.

“Olive. What kind of man cooks without it,” Captain Max crowed, taking the opportunity to wipe his messy cock off in her mouth. The brunette slut moaned around it, feeling her plug come loose.

“Oh, fuck, what an asshole…” the strange guard with a monster cock trailed off. The orc and Captain made their way over to her rear and watched her ass gape invitingly. One of them teased her anal opening with it, pushing it in and out, rewarded each time with a lusty sound. All too soon, Blondie handed the orc the plug and wetted his cock with oil. Miri raised up on her elbows and opened her mouth, eyes crossing as she blew the black butt plug that had so recently been in her ass. At the same time, Blondie worked a coated finger into her ass, preparing her. She cried around the plug, rubbing her neglected pussy with one hand while jacking off the green bulbous dick in front of her.

That green cock replaced the plug in her ass as it was placed on the cape below her. Having slightly more autonomy in this position, Miri swallowed the cock head, teasing it as her Master suggested. The man in her asshole stuck a third finger in, causing Miri to hum appreciatively. Her ass clenched on the fingers, making a ‘suck, shtick, ssnook,’ as he pumped away, widening her ass for his cock. The orc, impatiently, started fucking her mouth, rutting half his length in and pulling back.

“Ready, slut?” The deep voice called from behind and Miri looked out the corner of her eye, unable to fully turn her head away from the long cock using her mouth, at the monster cock attached to a muscular body aimed straight at her tight asshole. One long blink from a pair of brown eyes answered his question.

“Oh, fuck, this is tighter than a vice!” Moaned the man, gently inserting his elephantine cock. All the pre-work certainly helped as his giant dick, the size and shape of Miri’s entire forearm from elbow to wrist, sank into her sheath-like ass. Miriamellle wordlessly screamed around the cock in her mouth. Somewhat in pain, but mostly in pleasure, Miri sang-screamed through watering eyes and not-insubstantal cock, “Fhuuckkk MHEW. Fckckck miah slutt-ttty asshsoolee-EE! Oh, Oh, Oh, Fuuucck.”

The prodigious cock in her backside had sank in halfway, completely buried in her asshole on the first shot. Blondie, grinning like a stupid idiot, sawed her ass slowly with his massive shclong. Responding to the pleasurable anal stimulation, Miri fucked back, determined to take the enormous fuck-stick balls deep. On the up swing, she choked on the long slender dick in her throat, effectively spit-roasting herself. Not to be left out for long, the small dicked Captain brought the hand, previously obsessed with flicking her bean, to his cock. She stroked him hard and jacked him as the other two guardsmen fucked her ass and mouth.

Balls deep in her ass, the blonde guardsmen grabbed her luscious hips, holding her down as he began pounding in earnest. Caught by competitive spirit, the orc took over, slowly increasing both his pace and feeding Miri more of his cock. She chocked and spattered around the cock; chest deep moans, yelps, screams, and even dirty talk transcribed through the medium of hums. Consumed by lust, Miri slowly stopped moving, her body turning rigid and eyes crossing. The orc ground his balls into her hot and needy, but neglected pussy, covering them in copious amounts of pussy juice. Part of his left ball sack rubbed against Miri’s clit-hood, and she shivered, fluid oozing out of her volcanic cunt. Sensing the bitch was about to cum, the three men redoubled their efforts, pounding deep and hard into her **** holes. Grabbing her once freshly combed hair for leverage, the orc fucked his entire length into her throat, veins pulsating along her neck as she struggled to breathe. Miri noted with pride her ability to deep throat such a long cock. With a roar, he unloaded, releasing stream after stream of cum into her hungry belly.

Suddenly the man in her ass stopped thrusting, her asshole clenching so tight, he couldn’t move effectively. Looking down, he felt her body tense in preparation of something massive, so he slapped her ass, causing Tad to jump in his seat at the sudden far away wet sound. Captain Max saw it first as the orc was busy cumming his brains out. Miriamelle soundlessly came, her pussy and ass squeezing, searching for cream to guide home. Blondie felt and Max saw her pussy squeeze so hard, she flooded Blondie’s balls, thighs, and the cape beneath her in girl-cum and pussy juice. Miri screamed around the cock in her mouth, whole body seizing as another squirt sprayed her anal partner. She came so hard, she momentarily blacked out.

The brunette anal slut with a yellow bandanna slumped to the ground, cum and spit oozing out of her abused mouth, spilling onto the cape. That didn’t stop Blondie as he held her hips up and continued to thrust, using her tight little asshole as a fuck-toy.

It didn’t take long for Miri to wake, and when she did, she first felt, then bore witness to Captain Max erupting onto her face. She blinked, nearly flinching, as cum splattered across her hair and face. She groaned, reveling in the newfound sense of lust as Miri became aware of an enormous cock fucking her ass. Face down, she shook her ass to reward him. Miri hoarsely croaked, “Oh my fuck. Fuck my little ass, baby.”

That pushed Blondie over the edge. He came in her ass, roaring like some angry beast. Balls deep, Miri saucily grinned, feeling wave after wave creampie her ass. When the man finished, he pulled out, leaving a cummy crater where her ass had been. Diminutive by comparison, her little pussy flowed like a river. Olive oil and cum mixed with her pussy fluid, running down her leg, but all three men stared in amazement at the hole that had been tight enough to barely fit one finger in. Her ass gaped, big enough to see the lovely pink meat inside wink erotically. Her internals were coated in globules of sticky white cum. Wordlessly, Captain Max handed Blondie the plug, who put it in her ass.

Standing the men made to get dressed, but Miri stopped them, “Boys… Let me clean you off. It’s only the proper thing.”

Doing so, she kneeled as Captain Max let her suck his dick one more time. Then the orc came, and she did the same, eyes twinkling with amusement as she felt him twitch in anticipation. Sending him off before he could get fully erect, Miri beckoned the blonde man with the monster cock. “I’ll give you my ass any day, lover.” She cooed, sucking his dick. Miri moaned at the taste of her ass; that clean skin taste with a hint of lavender was certainly growing on her. Rewarding him one final time after cleaning his manhood, Miri leaned down and kissed his balls.

The men gathered their things and left, happy looks on their face as they rode off away from the sunset. Miri on the other hand happily walked, hip swaying to ease her aching butt, walked to the front of the wagon.

“Thank you for the lesson, Daddy,” Miriamelle cooed, climbing up to the wagon and sitting between the dwarf and man. With a sigh she laid back, head against some sort of crate and passed out.