Double Penetration

The door opened. Without knocking, someone, who had approached the room in near total silence, entered. An extremely tall someone, who had to bow under the lintel to get inside, despite the free room beneath it being some seven feet.

Erin, having taken a shocked step back at first, took another step away from the door. From the towering, powerfully-built, twin kaldorei who entered, one seeming almost a mirror, a copy, of the other. There was something relaxed about the way they looked around the bare room which put her at ease, even though the two that entered put her in mind of ever so slightly starved, predatory lynxes. Or sabers, perhaps, more appropriately. The enormous mounts of the kaldorei.

The two of them, Erin reasoned, had to be twins, so alike were they. The only real differences were those that time inevitably inflicted. A scar here, on one, missing from the other. But they both had verdant, strikingly green hair, one in a very short, pixie-like cut, the other a tight ponytail. Golden yellow, luminous eyes, faded green markings wrapping over striking, sharp features. One, the one with short hair, had what seemed like a pair of glaives tattooed on her face, the other one, the ponytail, bore spread wings. Both of them easily cleared seven and a half feet, at least by Erin’s estimation. Whatever they were, they had two feet on her, as far as she could tell. Putting her face to face with the carven, statue-like abs of both, the clarity with which she could take them in suggesting that notion of both being slightly starved hunters.

Erin’s gaze shifted down, and she saw what the drunken tavern rumors had whispered she might. Strong thighs, and absolutely colossal bulges, reaching from each warrior-elf’s groin, to their knee, down along one leg. She took an audible breath, swallowing meekly, running her tongue over her lips before raising her gaze to look at the two with more respect. The fact that a people so wrought to be brutally efficient killers had ever suffered defeat reminded her of the quality of the enemies she might, herself, one day face. And that she had missed the martial lesson they could have imparted upon her, while she cleaned and swept and mopped. She sent a hostile thought in the paladin’s direction, and then parted her lips to speak.

“Uh,” Erin said, her mind failing to produce the words she had always just trusted would come out, mostly right, whenever she decided to speak. The kaldorei were very tall. Physique shaped to rend and tear, no doubt, but also to wrap arms around someone, and protect them. She shook her head, trying again. “Uh…”

“You will want to know why we are here, I expect?” The first one, the one with the short hair, spoke.

“Introduce yourself first,” said the other one, elbowing the first in the side before turning to Erin to speak. “I am Dana,” she said. Softening and stretching the first a, so that it sounded rather more like Dahna. “To you, at least. Humans most often prefer to shorten names, rather than pronounce them in full, yes?”

“And I am Rana,” the first one broke in. Similarly softening the first a.

“Rana and Dana,” Erin said. She wet her lips once more, the cooling effort of evaporating saliva just enough of a jolt that her mind, and her mouth, started working again. “What’s… how come you’re here? Yes, I-- I’d like to know. I mean, I’m sure you have good reason, just—”

“Our unit came to the cathedral to instruct your class in close quarters combat, as it is done across the ocean. On Kalimdor,” Rana said. “We were told that their most promising student was missing, and so, our Lieutenant sent us back here, so that you might also receive this vital knowledge.”

“Naturally,” Erin said, her voice thick, half stuck in her throat. Her cheeks burned, and no matter where she moved to, she seemed to have to look up to maintain eye contact with the two. “Here? The gray chamber isn’t the best—”

“Here will do,” Dana said. “Here, or your own chamber?”

“I’m not sure we could all fit in there,” Erin said.

“Perhaps you can fetch a mat? The demonstration will end up with at least one person on the floor,” Rana said.

“Yes, I mean-- yes. Of course,” Erin said. She glanced around, desperately, as if someone, anyone, might materialize to tell her what to do. To leave the two large, almost hypnotic kaldorei behind. Or to indulge them. When no one came, she swallowed, and realized that her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She was too agitated. “Yes,” she said again, and then moved towards the door, having to push her back all the way up against the wall to pass one of the twins without touching them.

When she returned with a rolled-up mat, they were still there. Sat upon a creaking, complaining, sanded-down bench, clearly not made for two such huge predators. Hunters, who seemed entirely too at ease. Especially considering how prominent those monstrously thick shafts were – did kaldorei always walk around so? Erin did not think so. Did they do it just for the demonstration, whatever it would entail? She unfurled the mat, arranging it in the middle of the room, and then stood, back to the arrow slits, grasping her left elbow in her right hand. Feeling terribly small, and fenced in. The door opposite, next to the two sentinels. No doubt, she could leave if she wanted to, and, almost, she did. On a knife-edge, she balanced storming out with some mumbled excuse against remaining. Not being able to decide was, itself, a decision, and so she stayed.

“Sit,” Rana said. She indicated the other bench. “We will relax a little before we begin.”

The suggestion, command, natural assumption that she could or should suggest to Erin what to do made some small part of her raise its hackles. That persistent presence at the back of her mind which always insisted on being stubbornly opposite, which she had spent many an occasion taming, which she expected to continue to have to work to tame for the rest of her life. Almost, then, she remained standing. It was a harmless suggestion, and one that would make her more comfortable. With the two elves, with her situation. Really, this was what she wanted, was it not? What she had been annoyed the whole day at missing. It was just unusual to see kaldorei in the cathedral, but then, perhaps there was an unspoken ban in the name of propriety, given the complete lack of shame on display. She sat, and tried to appear grateful for the rest, rather than openly examining the two.

Each sentinel leaned against the wall behind them, unabashedly displaying their physique. The toned, pleasing curves of strong arms, the ridges of abs, and the suggestion of powerful thighs resting within their trousers. They had enough modesty, or perhaps prudence if it came to combat, to wear a top that covered most of their ribs, and their chests, but left their arms largely free. Another thing to be either jealous of, or thankful to avoid, Erin thought, her eyes straying to the head-sized bust of one of the elves. Rana. No, Dana? She whipped her eyes away when one of them seemed to notice.

“Your prowess is considerable, according to your fellow squires,” Rana said.

It was Rana, Erin decided, because of the short hair. Even with differing hairstyles, it was hard to tell one from the other. Then again, she had sinfully focused on other things than trying to imprint the tiny differences in each elf on her memory, so as to tell them apart. Instead, she was rather more able to distinguish them by the nicks and marks upon their bodies. One had a long, slightly more pink-ish than purple line down the right flank, an ages-old scar. The other did not, but, in turn, had what looked like an old puncture wound right above the belt, which naturally lead Erin’s eyes to sink down and find the monstrously thick curve of the kaldorei’s dick. Rana’s.

Blinking, she tore her eyes away, fastening them instead upon the wall between the two warrior women. Nodded, then, only half remembering what had been said.

“Yeah, I… I suppose so.”

“Were they wrong? The skilled are usually more assured, though mercifully less prone to arrogance.”

“No, they’re right. I think. I mean, we’re all squires. It doesn’t take that much to stand out.”

“Do not underestimate yourself. Erin, yes?”

Erin realized, then, that she had forgotten to introduce herself. Heat rose to her cheeks, embarrassment, she hoped. Firmly told herself, rather. It was embarrassment. “Yes. Erin. Sorry.”

“We would like to test this prowess,” Rana said.

“Your stamina. Durability. Persistence,” Dana said. She was in the process of re-doing her ponytail, having captured a stray lock that needed to be imprisoned once again.

“Teach you a few new tricks, perhaps,” Rana said, offering a pleasant smile. One that only hinted at the fangs in her mouth. “Perhaps help you to understand what you are capable of. We have found that the cathedral does not trust its students enough, and so they do not find their full potential.”

“Potential? What are we practicing, exactly?”

“Wrestling, to start with,” Rana said. She raised her right hand halfway from where it laid, on her thigh, the one without the long, girthy, massive bulge, indicating the mat Erin had placed. “Shall we?”

Erin wet her lips again. Just for a moment, her eyes slipped to the mat, then to Rana’s golden eyes. She snapped half a breath, felt as if she might say something, but found herself unable to produce any words. Her chest rose, and fell, and she was rather certain that this was the moment of final decision. If she said yes now, whatever she said yes to, it would be difficult to disentangle herself. The two huntresses would show her everything they could, and, though the reasonable, logical part of her mind deemed it natural, obvious, to leave, that part of her had dwindled in importance, in what say it had. As she sat on the bench, slowly, she had goaded and coaxed herself, cheeks tingling, burning, to accept whatever came. Without summoning up mental images of what might come, yet knowing, deep down, what it was.

Long moments later, her chin briefly sinking towards her collarbone, she spoke. “We… should.”

Those golden eyes, a prophecy, a promise of greatness among the kaldorei, according to the texts and novels Erin had read, did not change. And yet, they seemed more opaque. More all-consuming. Barely a muscle moved, and still, the twin sentinels took up more space in the chamber, and Erin wondered how she might fit beneath one, or between two. She nodded, and stood, and shed her robe and footwear. Swallowed.

Placing herself in the middle of the mat, she turned one way, and then the other, to finally look at the twins. Why she showed herself off like that, Erin pretended she did not know, even if her heart felt as if it beat in her throat when the pixie-cut sentinel rose. Walked closer, towering increasingly over the small squire, ending up with perhaps one step between the two.

“What do we start with?”

Rana pursed her lips, a lukewarm look appraising the comparatively petite human’s form, settling at last on Erin’s face. What, exactly, she was being examined for, her mind stubbornly refused to tell her, though the thumping of her heart and the blooming, tingling warmth in her cheeks told a tale that she understood in an instinctive way, even if her thoughts refused to put word or mental image to it. And yet, she did not move away. Did not run. Not even when the night elf raised her right hand, the back of several fingers stroking carefully, with feather-light pressure, over Erin’s toned, flat stomach, hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric.

“Flexibility,” Rana said.

The kaldorei maintained contact between them, fingers trailing over Erin’s body, as she moved a half circle around the girl, so as to stand behind her. Hands settled on both her shoulders, squeezing just slightly. Not massaging, exactly, but rubbing, transferring some of the comfortable warmth of the night elf’s body to hers, encouraging her to submit to the downward pressure. She went to one knee, and then sat back on her firm rump, Rana following her down, directing her with light touches, with tsks and pleased breaths as she moved the way the sentinel desired. Soon enough, Erin found herself on her back, on the mat, the night elf at her head. The warrior elf’s strong thighs spread, one on either side of the girl’s shoulders. If she came much closer, she felt certain that her forehead might bump into that still barely contained, straining, massive bulge, which Rana still largely pretended simply was not there.

“Now,” Dana said, rising from the bench. “You bend your legs. Pull your knees to your chin, or as close as you can come to it. I will help.”

Help she did, and perhaps more than Erin had expected her to. The girl pulled her knees up first, and soon enough, she found that the other kaldorei twin sat, thighs spread, below her. Almost, the two large, feral elves had their knees touch, so closely did their legs fence her in. Dana’s hands came to rest behind Erin’s knees, smooth pressure encouraging her to move them up closer, straining her flexibility in doing so. Which, after all, was the point. So much so that, after a while, Dana’s hands gave over control to Rana, who curled her fingers around Erin’s calves and continued to guide her in stretching. Really, it was entirely at the direction of the two elves that, after slowly letting her body adjust and settle into its new position, Erin found her legs spread, feet to either side of her head, her butt having elevated off the mat just slightly. To accommodate the almost complete folding up of her form.

“A fine start,” Rana said.

For a moment, the kaldorei at Erin’s head removed a hand from her calf, stroking her cheek with slightly calloused fingers. Unusual, for a trainer, but the night elves did things differently than humans, Erin desperately reasoned.

“Th-- thank you,” she near mouthed, words barely more than a breath. “What… comes next?”

Before she had finished speaking, she could already feel Dana shifting beneath her, moving ever closer, rising up onto her knees just a little. Terribly, terribly close. Warmth suffusing Erin’s body, radiating out in waves of crawling, near white-hot spots that dissipated into her. Bursting in anxiety and pleasure, both, as the large sentinel came to settle that still caged, sweltering behemoth against her. Against the back of one thigh, slowly working in to try to come to rest against her tight, still shielded ass.

“Deep instruction,” Rana said, holding Erin’s calves more firmly. “Show her, Dana.”

Dana swung backwards just a touch, leaving Erin deprived of the churning warmth of that thick shaft, though with the sight of the sentinel’s fingers working her belt open to sate her instead. Then, popping buttons open, and then, at last, pressing her trousers down. Rising to her knees for a moment to show off those densely-muscled thighs, and to allow her to free that steel-hard, fat cock, longer, thicker still than when Erin had first laid eyes on it. She swallowed, eyes following along smoothly-veined, purple skin, trembling as its weight came to rest directly between her thighs, that thick cumvein grinding against her own pants, right against her ass.

Resting against her, the sentinel’s massive, lazily pulsing shaft was a weight entirely on its own, and, Erin knew, could tell, could feel from the promise of power in its every slight throb, entirely too much for her. Too fucking big. Too wide to fit, no matter how insistently the night elf ground against her – and she was persistent. Sloshing balls, near the size of Erin’s head, dragging across the mat slowly, as the kaldorei pressed inch after mammoth inch against her. Clearly intent on fitting that behemoth into her small frame, given time. Sending tingling, spiraling bursts of fireworks into the squire’s form, her chest rising, falling, with focused, needy breath.

“It’s, ah… you’re too… big,” Erin said, her voice feeble. She did nothing to escape. Did not want to escape.

“You are far more flexible than you think, little one,” Rana said. Once again, she caressed Erin’s cheek, as if soothing someone worried by rolling thunder, not the treetrunk kaldorei cock seemingly intent on claiming her ass. “Will you try, at least?”

Erin breathed in. Parted her lips with a slight sound, but could produce no more. Nothing came out, nothing that would dissuade either of the twins. She closed her mouth again, eyes at last shifting from the bared, girthy shaft between her straining legs to the sentinel sat above her. A moment later, her cheeks feeling heated, burning, she nodded.

“Good girl,” Rana said. Patted Erin’s cheek, a little too hard. “Your clothes are in the way.”

There was a brief intermission, then, where Erin’s legs were allowed down, resting on either side of Dana’s chiseled abdomen, as she fumbled, fingers shaking, with the buttons. At length, she felt night elven digits come to her rescue, opening her pants and then hooking into them, drawing them down her legs and off entirely. Rana’s fingers popped the buttons of her shirt open, slowly, carefully, almost respectfully, as if they were still engaged in some sort of teaching moment, and not, in fact, preparing to try to fit colossal cock into the squire’s clenching, tight ass.

Finishing off the moment of preparation, the twin elves removed their trousers, and their tops, and then Rana, rather than retaking her seat at Erin’s head, laid down on her back, on the mat. With almost frightening ease, Dana lifted Erin, and placed her down, butt-first, on the resting sentinel’s firm, muscled stomach. Eased her down to lie on her back atop the kaldorei, whose hands found the back of the girl’s legs and, once more, encouraged them to rise. First knees to her chest, and then extending and widening her legs, so that her feet once more came to rest, dangling over her shoulders.

In truth, Erin’s attention, straining as she was, pushed into position, nevertheless rested on the other twin’s equally impressive, monstrously fat cockshaft, rising from beneath her, its broad head coming to rest against her asscheeks, against her cunt, forcing her bent legs aside just a little to better make room for itself. It was not until Dana took her place, hovering above, that hefty, massive dick settling down next to the other sentinel’s, reaching halfway up Erin’s flat front without being even close to the position it would reach if hilted, that she realized what the two kaldorei actually intended.

A single one of them would be too much. Two was out of the question. Absurd. And yet, the comparatively small human found herself willing, tingling with pleasant weakness, pressed between the two chiseled, large elves. It had been a long time since she had been atop anyone, and she had never rested atop someone as comfortably powerful, protective, demanding, as Rana. Had never been so anxiously, needily exposed, not even her legs in place to try to moderate access to her in some fashion. There was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do, as she breathed nervous breaths, watching those two behemoths throb, pulse, lazily form beads of clear white precum, resting their weight against her straining, toned, much smaller form.

“In truth, the rest did not get instruction so in-depth,” Rana whispered in Erin’s ear, lips brushing against it. “But, as the most promising of your class, you deserve to know what your allies can offer. No?”

“Yh… yes,” Erin whispered, in response. She closed her eyes. Opened them to see what still laid across her flat stomach, waiting to claim her. Grinding up and down just so, smearing potent, thick pre-seed against her skin. There should have been something smarter to say, but when Rana’s hand, fingers spread just so, curled around the right side of her face, all she could do was lean into it. Shut the world out, feel powerful thighs, and hips, and hefty, fat dick, grind against her. Weigh her down.

One of the twins began to pull back, and then the other. Fat, weighty cock, grinding down over her, trailing sticky, lazy cables of cum on their way down, the crown of one briefly pressing up against her cunt. Her heart, thumping in her chest, rose for a moment, but then that head moved on. Slipped down. Only one of the twin sentinels began, that broad cockhead applying pressure, molding her cheeks around it, giving in enough to begin caving in, without giving up entirely. Erin’s body told her that some monstrously fat, uncompromising invader demanded entry, and that it was absolutely too big. Her cheeks shaping around it, around the crater that slowly throbbing crown created. It seemed impossible, but she had the sense that her legs actually shifted to the sides ever so slightly, so as to accommodate the sheer girth.

Insistent, strong pressure, no thrusts as of yet, claimed more of her, little by little. Broke the resistance down, made her straining ass capitulate, even as it still clenched and tightened, allowing one, then two, then three inches in. A slow, grinding movement plowed another in, and so, the crown of that kaldorei monster came to rest inside the gasping, straining paladin-squire, her hands reaching down to press against the indication of a bulge already forming upon her front. High-pitched, repeated breaths turned into whining, low moans as a first thrust sank one more brutally thick inch into her, and then kaldorei fingers curled between her lips, into her mouth, perhaps in an effort to quiet her down.

All those fingers did was make it difficult for her to speak, but she was not trying to speak. She was trying to convey the sensory overload of the kaldorei’s monster shoving, pounding into her constricting, straining ass to no one. To herself. To the twins, perhaps, though to them, the long, almost shrill exhalations that drifted between moan and cry might be the sound of victory, rather than something educational. They had to know precisely what they did already. Erin reached her other hand down to push against the forming bulge, to marvel at the physical reality of what she had thought impossible. She closed her lips about the fingers in her mouth for a moment. Opened them again when Dana loomed closer.

The statuesque, towering elf did not, in that moment, seem intent on joining her sister, but nevertheless made it clear that such a thing would be happening shortly. Looming over Erin, she settled down such that her hefty, churning balls came to rest on the girl’s abdomen, around her lowest rib, that colossal girth helping to weigh her down, its heft against one side of her face. Warm. Terribly bulky. Its promise more substantial, as Rana slowly, ceaselessly pressed another inch in, eliciting a tense sound against those fingers in Erin’s mouth.

Being trapped between the two, as she was, did not last long. Erin looked up at the sentinel over her, and her beating heart rose in her chest as that behemoth slipped down her front, adding fresh, translucent precum to what was already there. What rose upward then, as her lower stomach grew outwards in an effort to contain the beast of a cock already making its way into her depths.

Erin’s eyes shot wide open when she felt that second, enormously broad cock-crown land snugly against the thick shaft already making her ass mold, shape to accommodate it, slipping up it to demand entrance, too. She parted her lips, and immediately, the two fingers already in her mouth were joined by two more, such that she was not so much fish-hooked as simply having her maw filled. The first sound that came out was a gurgle, but when she tried again, when she felt the second twin come to rest against the widely-spread, clenching ring of her rear, the semblance of a single word took shape.

“Waihh! We-waihh!”

“Shh, little one. You are so much more capable than you think.”

Lips at her ear, a trusting voice. A moment later, Rana’s other hand slipped around the girl’s head, covering eyes, resting on the bridge of her nose and on her forehead. Erin wanted to tell them to wait, to calm down, to go slowly. Dana’s hands found the backs of her thighs, holding her down, holding her steady, against the broad, chiseled form of the other sister. While that colossal shaft already sat a handful of fat, slowly pulsing inches in her ass, the second one still merely rested outside. Pressed up against a doorway in which a visitor built for a larger house already took up every available nook and cranny, and yet, the second visitor insisted on beginning to squeeze through, and in. Forcing one behemoth down, smearing against it, cramming mercilessly in above it. Pushing, grinding. Pressing that obscene girth against Erin’s straining, struggling form.

Unable to see, only to feel the way in which her body, already expanded to its maximum extent so as to accommodate one purple-skinned, fat cockshaft, buckled under the insistent pressure of a second, equally monstrous presence. Erin felt tension she did not command. Her breathing ceased, so focused was she, was her body, on what was happening. Hands still against her stomach, she could only exhale in little bursts, little, high-pitched sounds of disbelief, of taut pressure. Arms, fingers trembling, toes curling, feet bending. Beneath the concealing hand, her eyes rolled upwards, and her mouth fell open, rather than responding to any conscious impulse. Impossibly, she felt the brutal tightness and fullness begin to grow deeper, both kaldorei letting out a slow, low breath, something almost a groan, as the second titanic shaft began to push forward. Forcing one, then two inches in, the girl’s previously firm, peachy rear shaping into a clenching, tight crater around the two battering rams smeared against one-another, and into her.

From Erin’s throat rose a hiss, first. Building to a sigh, a breath, and then a continuous sound. Rose, and rose, until she squirmed in the firm grip of both night elves, near thrashing. Not quite straining and crying with pain, but neither with pleasure, the two warring within her, her mind awash with waves of pressure that she could not sort from one-another. All she knew was that she had to move, that she had to push against the hands against her thighs, that she had to toss and turn her head to meet and flee from and then meet again the fingers in her mouth, and over her eyes. Whining, high-pitches noises came from her in an endless succession, and yet, hands still shivering and shuddering against her stomach, she could feel those two colossally thick cockshafts very slowly rock and move, pressing deeper. Pushing that doubly-wide, fat bulge further up her previously flat stomach. Slowly, carefully, at first, as if to allow her to somehow come to accept the monstrous girth.

Grinding against her every sensing, feeling inch, Erin’s overfull, straining ass clenched, and clamped down, such that she might hold each huge shaft in place for a mere moment, her body trembling, tensing in waves, little shocks that carried cool pinpricks manifesting throughout her form. For a moment, her gasping, staccato breaths took on a pleading tone, as were she begging for mercy, the white-hot, brutal stimulation sending her crashing into an orgasm rolled directly back into and following along with the merciless, slow, grinding pace of the twins. One hammered an inch in, and the other followed. One, then the other. Again. Again.

Again.

Pounding those massive inches into her depths, the distension jamming further up her stomach, fitting more and more of those behemoths into her small, struggling frame. Erin curled and uncurled her toes, rolling her head from side to side in an endless, erratic dance, halting only when a jackhammering series of thrusts plowed deeper still into her straining depths. Fingers bent, and quested deeper into her mouth, three of them digging into her throat. She could only gurgle, her mouth soon beginning to brim with its overproduction of saliva, pooling, bubbling, coating those fingers. The hard ridges and bumps of tensed muscle pressed against her back, even as she arched it. No escape. None. Another brutal thrust, from one twin, then the other. That massive, twin-shaft bulge pushed ever further up. In.

The next thrust came. Ramming into something inside her that sent a crackling burst of pressure throughout her form, rising and tingling in her chest, little red-hot, sparkling orbs that seemed to push up at and then merge with her skin, spreading warmth and a kind of delicate weakness, a frail and tremulous pleasure that collapsed and spread as waves through her, down through her legs, to her feet, to the tips of her toes. Up to her chest, to her tingling cheeks, to the depths of her mind. Her arms, her hands shook, and she could only rest her quaking fingers upon that mammoth cockbulge, ever seeking new depths.

When the next, coordinated thrust came, its strength forcing her to slide just an inch up Rana’s hard abdomen, the rocking, merciless movement sent another grinding, hard lash through her core, rising to a peak of overfull, over-stimulated pleasure. Erin tried to open her eyes, to look up at the bare, stone ceiling, blurred stone all she could see through the bars of Rana’s fingers as her whole body tensed, seeming to contract around the monstrously thick dick still plowing deeper. She could not speak, could not even gurgle, her eyes on the verge of rolling so far that what indistinct images she saw might disappear entirely.

“Good girl,” a pleasant voice said in her ear. Who was it?

Two colossal inches sinking in tore her thoughts apart. They tried to come together again, to make sense of themselves, not to fall apart and sink into the pleasant, warm murk. It was impossible to focus on anything. Folded up, trapped between the two sentinels, she could do nothing but accept their continuous, brutal thrusts, though she sensed that they were closer now, both of them. Almost, their muscular bodies were crashing into, against hers. Very close to.

Another eternal moment passed. Rocking back and forth, held in place, she could faintly sense how close each kaldorei came to bottoming out, and how each focused, grinding thrust brought them closer still. Closer. Another thrust, and another. Closer.

Gasping, gurgling around those fingers questing in and out of her throat, Erin finally earned the sensation of one of the huntresses finding the truth of how deep she could take them. One musclebound warrior crammed in to the hilt, the other following with but one more hilting movement, the both of them having molded her straining, wrecked ass entirely. Seeming to emphasize their claim, they both remained still, allowing Erin to slowly come to terms with what she had thought entirely impossible: Not one, but both of them. Taken to the root. Slowly pumping loads of pre-seed that would have put to shame the real thing of the proudest stallions she knew.

The hand in her mouth was removed, and soon, she found forearms behind her legs, locking them in place next to her head. Palms met behind her head, supporting it, pushing it forward just so. Her arms fell to the side, from that enormous bulge on her stomach, past the hefty, ripped form of the night elf beneath her, to instead find a grip of the mat below upon which they all lay. This, Erin realized, was her trying to prepare, to find something to grip and hold on to, for what was inevitably coming. She was not trying to escape, she was arranging herself for the two to not just bottom out in her still-clenching, tight ass, but to begin to take her in earnest. Not just hammer into her once, grinding against every part of her, against each other, but to actually pound those colossal cockshafts in, and out. The mere shifting of half an inch out, and then back in, **** a strained, needy sound from her throat, and neither of the twins had done anything. Erin’s thighs prickling, a little stream of pleasure, dots upon a near starless sky, developing into a waterfall, a thousand bubbles to the surface, as one of the twins pulled just three inches back, and then stuffed and crammed them back in.

Erin grasped at the mat below, her tortured chest rising and falling as first one of the twins, then the other, withdrew a handful of inches. Bottomed out together, they were beyond overwhelming. Thrusting in, to the base of each mammoth shaft, first one, and then the other, they were more than she could control. As one plowed in, the other pulled back. Treetrunk-thick night elf cock always ramming into her, grinding against her, always blowing on the embers of pleasure that she had entirely lost control over.

They did not stop. They offered no mercy, gave no pause, they only continued. Made the heat rise again, made her quake with it, with tension, which then released. Shuddering, and with no fingers in her mouth or throat to stop it, Erin let slip a long, straining series of staccato moans. Her core clenching, rhythmically contracting around those two behemoths. Shaking. Coming, helplessly. And they did not stop. Massive, fat dick, continually jammed into her, giving no reprieve. She rocked back and forth, despite being held in place atop one of the feral elves, her movement back and forth both caused by those behemoths, and, seemingly, helping them slip more and more inches out, only to slam-fuck back into her clenching, conquered ass.

It was the feeling of those strong, buff bodies grinding against her, ensuring that they each bottomed out as deeply as possible, that made slow, curling, spiraling sensations rise in her. Desire – need – building from the continual stimulation, but, just as much, from those strong, protective creatures, holding her close. She could not escape the safety offered by their bodies, safeguarded so completely, the price merely the continually pulsing, pounding bulge hammering up her previously flat belly. Erin had never desired much but a future position out of her time in the cathedral, had never hoped for more, but now found herself with a single thought manifesting in her mind, the only thing strong enough not to crumble under the relentless **** of colossal cock. She wanted to serve these two. She wanted them not to go. To stay with her. To keep going.

To keep going.

Erin’s mind clamped down on those three words, heat rising, brushing all else away, other thoughts removed in the flood of brutal thrusts near coring her out. Keep going. Keep going. She grasped the mat, knuckles whitening, curling her toes, tensing, her back arching just slightly, momentarily leaving contact with the muscled night elf below her, then pulled back down. Keep going. Please. Please. Please. The word stuck in her, repeated. Found the rhythm of both of the brutal, beautiful huntresses, such that each time one hilted well over half its monstrously girthy inches in her in a single thrust, the word came to her. And she came to it. Quaking again, and again. Squirming, struggling, but held in place. Allowed to go nowhere, only to gasp and strain as rolling waves of pleasure, seeming to come together in her lower abdomen, overtook her. Made her open her eyes wide, and then clamp them shut, a thick moan leaving her. Interrupted, again and again, by the constant, pounding thrusts, the twins never ceasing. Allowing no break. Erin could not come down, riding that ever-bubbling wave as the two rammed into her with ever more bruising ****.

She came to realize that she no longer knew how much time had passed, only that the two continued to use her, that both of them were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, that both breathed heavily. Groaned, and even grunted. She felt their breath against her skin, against her ear. Lips occasionally pressing to one, whispering nothings, words in a language she could not understand, even if the tone made it very clear that she was being very good. Two words repeated, among the others, and Erin could not help but think of them as what she had already been rewarded with. Good girl.

The rolling rhythm of both elves grew not faster, but harder still, each impact sending shockwaves through the girl’s body, her mind rattled, pulverized more and more. Even those two words began to slip. Keep going. Keep…

One sentinel pressed herself in to the very root, those thickest inches of that behemoth cock buried entirely in Erin’s straining body, her ass clenching, responding to the elf finding a home in her. For a moment, she felt the impossible. An every so slight pulse, the warrior elf growing just a thumb thicker still, stretching the squire beyond what she thought was the widest she had ever, would ever go. Hard muscle pressed against her, clamping down, quaking. The sentinel’s body working, tensing violently, rhythmically, each single, massive rope of seed pumping down that thick cumvein with such strength that, when that first sweltering strand hammered into Erin’s depths, she felt, for a moment, as if she were being bruised from the inside.

Swiftly, though, one thick cable followed another, the sentinel’s copious loads filling the squire, their strength absorbed by the sloshing, slowly building pool of it. Erin still rocked with the grinding, deep thrusts of the other sentinel, but soon, she was treated to the sensation of both of those musclebound beasts pressed up against her, crushing against her, pumping those enormous, flooding, thumb-thick ropes into her depths. Her already bulging stomach swelled, bloated, with the sheer magnitude of what was pumped into her, each second bringing more, and more, and more. Allowed to go nowhere, her stomach grew into a dome, each pounding, searing mess of cum expanding it, growing it, until even those monsters, bottomed out in her, disappeared in its roundness.

All she could do was to hold on to the mat, letting out tense, high-pitched breaths, eyes finally able to focus again, only to fall upon and observe, in something near disbelief, the pregnant swell of her once firm stomach. It wobbled, and still, every second, it grew a little fuller, though the **** strength with which both of the elves held themselves in to the root had lessened. It felt more a primal need to ensure that every drop of the gift they had given her stay inside, at least for a while, than because they were liable to continue. Though Erin still told herself that her entirely conquered backside still, every few moments, felt the pounding heartbeat, the momentary expansion, accompanied with another of those molten, potent loads.

With a surprisingly light sigh, almost a laughter, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, one, and then the other sentinel began to withdraw. Slowly, meticulously, but nevertheless, inexorably depriving Erin of the complete fullness, the satisfaction, of having their bodies pressed up so close to hers. Even as they withdrew, it seemed that they still came, albeit in a much more measured fashion. Little ropes, barely enough to fill more than a shot glass, still pumped freely into the gaping depths of her ass as inch by fat inch withdrew. First one, then the other, little by little, as if they worried that they might hurt her if they pulled out of her too quickly, or at the same time, much more so than they seemed to have worried whether they would break her when violently ramming into her.

Erin did not know which of the sentinels withdrew entirely first – or rather, very close to it, feeling the slight movement and shifting that seemed to come along with firm strokes along that mammoth shaft. Coaxing a continual, rhythmic stream of ropes pumping freely into her, into the space left behind. And then, pulled an inch back, then another, that crown liberated of the clenching, tight prison of her ass, those thick strands splattering against her skin. Pristine, once, not terribly long ago, now smeared with the sweat and cum of the two kaldorei, nevertheless artfully painted in the crudest way possible. Both Rana and Dana had now withdrawn, leaving behind a gaping crater that pulled itself slowly tighter again, both of them stroking themselves, coaxing the continual, hard quakes that gifted the small human with sweltering, thumb-thick cords of seed still. Both huntresses groaned, and seemed on the verge of pressing back into their pleasure-addled prey – student, ostensibly – but both stopped themselves. Content with continuing to paint Erin’s thighs, ass, pussy with those fat, translucent-white strings. Up onto the lower curve of the enormous bulge of her belly.

So they continued, seconds, tens of seconds, well over a minute passing, until it seemed that straining arm muscles ran out of power, of willpower behind them, and so a few final, lessening ropes of cum were the last, the tearful goodbye. Arms still in contact with Erin’s skin loosened their grip, and she felt, once more, lips at the base of her ear. A kiss, and then another whisper, making her tremble. Exhausted, aching muscle rising in one last crackling burst of pleasure in response, as if they had been conditioned to it. Not quite enough to make her climax, but to leave her warm, and sated, and ready for more. Somehow.

“Good girl.”

Carefully, they maneuvered her off the hard body she had been made to use as a bed for the last many minutes. Hours? She did not know. Surely, it could not be hours. Slipping off that satisfying bed, the sentinel, Erin found the mat, and the ash she only now felt had accumulated there, terribly cold and uninviting. It only nipped at her, though, the massive dome, sloshing with the seed of the twin huntresses, keeping her warm. With a low groan, she moved her hands to rest upon it, finding that her legs, now freed, feet resting upon the mat in an inverted v-shape, could not be pulled too far up, or they would bump against that churning dome.

She became aware, vaguely, of the two night elves talking. The effort poured into both of them fucking her ass seeming to have taxed even their beefy physique, they spoke slowly, and so Erin had a chance at understanding what they said. Very close, too, one of them, she did not know who, slowly caressing one of her thighs. Not entirely cruel or cold, then, either of them. It would be easy for them to be just that, leaving her behind, fucked near out of her mind, but they stayed nearby. For now, at least. Talking.

“This will make her up to the task, you think?”

Erin struggled, for a moment, with applying names and faces to that first voice. Though still reclined on the mat, cradling her bulging stomach, she could still see Rana’s pixie-cut, and she was the one who responded. The previous voice had to have been Dana, then. Erin settled back, closing her eyes, still trying to truly settle her breathing.

“She received far more training than the others. Her prowess is impressive, her stamina. She will remember us, and when our kind come to this city, they will always find a safe place with her, I think,” Rana said. Moving her slowly stroking hand up along Erin’s thigh, she leaned aside a little. Closer. “Would you like us to visit again, some time, little one?”

Weakly, with all the enthusiasm she could muster, Erin nodded. Too worn out to even speak, or she would have declared her lasting desire for the two to come and live with her. Or, failing them, anyone at all like them.

“See? She is receptive,” Rana said.

“I did not imagine that the Alliance was so deprived of us,” Dana said. There was a tone in her voice that made Erin certain that she was smiling deviously. “Of what we can… offer.”

A moment’s silence, and then Rana went on. “You read the communique of the priestess. Where does Iralis want us to go, now?”

“She leaves it up to us, within reason. Offers a few options,” Dana said. “We can continue on together, or split, and then meet again.”

“What are the options?”

“We can split, one of us going to The Exodar, another of us going to the ruins of Theramore. And we can then both meet in Suramar, after,” Dana said. “Or, we can do all of those together, in whichever order we want.”

“Who are we interacting with, in each place?”

A pause, and then Dana replied. “Should we be speaking of this in front of the precious girl, no matter how enraptured by us she is?”

“She could not dream of reporting on us, or speaking ill of us, after so thorough an instructional afternoon, no?” Rana continued, slowly, to caress Erin’s thigh.

The girl shook her head, as vigorously as she could, at the suggestion that she might inform on the two. What would she say, anyway, and to who? Send a letter to someone in The Exodar, informing them that they ought to be careful of one or two kaldorei coming by, or they might convince someone important, local, of the advantages of working with the night elves through the medium of monstrous, fat cock? Erin shook her head, again.

“Worry not. Either one of us, or someone equally as dedicated, will return to your side ere long,” Rana said. She turned back towards Dana. “Perhaps we should go together. Theramore is dangerous territory, regardless of what small forces may hide and operate there. I assume those would be the ones we charm?”

Dana nodded. “Just those.”

The twins scrambled around a little, then, seeming to struggle to fit into their clothes, but nevertheless managing. Each moving up the floor, on all fours, one on either side of Erin. They both leaned down, pressing a kiss to both of her cheeks. Pulling back from that kiss just a little, they both said those two words once again.

“Good girl.”

Standing, then, they moved to the door, and left Erin behind to contemplate how long it would be until another night elf, or two, or three, came by once more. She desired more instruction, even if she wondered whether she would be able to walk for the next few days. She would have to collect herself, to get up, to try to fit into her clothes, but it would wait. For a little while, at least, all she could do, all she wanted to do, was lie there, eyes closed, holding on to the slowly fading feeling of lips against her cheeks.