A Gangbang for the lady Marian

Lunnara turned around to the fornicating soldiers around them.

"Boys, I must ask you to stop your lubricious endeavours. The lady Marian here does not approve of your sudden gayness, it offends and confuses her. Nonetheless, in order to help you to get out of this path of indecency and deviancy, she has offered her own body as a fuck toy for you all. Please, be so nice to show her your appreciation."

Soon, Marian was able to move again, but it did not matter. She was surrounded and there was nowhere to go, only an endless expanse of dark woods that never faded, and the trees were made of flesh. She fell to the floor in her first few steps away for the sudden nightmare, and there she stood, her trembling legs unable to move her further. They were all around her already: A horde of dangling cocks and lustful looks. It was hard to say which one of her holes was successfully assaulted first, it may have being simultaneous, and Lunnara did not care enough to look closer.

One man took care of her mouth, for how could one resist such a comely face and lustful lips? Soon, that rod of meat made the woman sing a dissonant melody, with drums of split that resonated through her throat. More meatsticks surrounded her face, waiting for their turn, and slapping her cheeks, blinding her open eyes with strains of precum, and then actual cum, to be mixed with her tears. One man took hold of her long brown hair, and that too was used to please a dick, maybe two, it was hard to say.

One man took her left hand and directed it to his glorious stick. He had to move the hand himself at first, but Marian was quick to understand that she better do the deed herself, if she didn't want to lose that arm. Another man took her right hand, and this one was eerily gentle: He took her fingers and kissed them, he licked them as if they were a coveted treasure, a delightful candy that was meant to be his.

The robes that covered her ass were dense and elaborate, but they were highly ineffective to stop such strong men. Her skirt was shredded, revealing paled treasures: A rounded mass of skin, hidden from the sun for too long, almost pure white, begging to be defiled: A tinny pucker stood there at the centre, almost defiant in it's smallness, below it was a line of contracted lips, The captain took the ass, because hierarchy is a big deal in the military and it must always be respected.

"Take this, bitch! You still think yourself better than me!? Take this deep in your ass, you lousy whore!" Screamed the captain as he defiled the ass of her princess' favourite maid, manhandling her ample rump, turning it red.

Lunnara just looked at their endeavour with amusement. Back at her home it was pretty usual to witness this type of spectacle: sometimes to punish bad slaves, sometimes to award good slaves, most of the time it happened just because. This one before her would have been considered too messy and poorly executed for dark elf standards, especially for the exquisite tastes of Kar-Naggrond. These humans sure are passionate, but they lack any appreciation for refinement or coordination.

"Did you had something to tell me?" Asked princess Karla, absolutely oblivious to the horror before her.

"Oh, yes. I wished to thank you, noblest of ladies." Said Lunnara.

"Me? What for?"

"You saved me. You followed my daughter through this woods and rescued me from that foul beast. I'm deeply moved by your kindness and I wanted to express you my deepest gratitude. My name is Lunnara Pendragon and I am indebted to you, my princess."

Karla's expression changed, she remembered now, and she was relieved, thankful that everything had turn out to be fine. "God is whom we must thank, for he has allowed good to triumph once more. No more tears will be shed on this day... But tell me, lady Pendragon, where is your daughter?"

"I am here!" Myrce appeared from the woods as she had been instructed to do. He carried a chain in her right hand, attached to the necks of two women. Malape and Nameria followed the little girl, chained and submissive, their eyes on the ground and silent. A big choker covered both of her necks, adorned with tiny bells, and their engorged tits leaked milk constantly, staining her naked bodies. Myrce had always loved to take care of cows."I was sooo scared when the monster appeared! I had to hide!"

"We were but farmers that lived peacefully on the hillside of those mountains," said Lunnara with a grave tone. "but alas, the war came to our humble farm too, and now we are but vagrants in our own homeland, with no place to go or rest."

"It brings so much despair to my heart to heard that." Said Karla sharing her grave tone. Tales of the horrors of war still moved her and filled her heart with guilt, even it they weren't her fault. Poor thing, she actually means it.

Five meters to their left, her best friend Marian received his twentieth creampie. It was hard to say exactly where. Her mouth did not scream anymore, and all that came from her throat were sloppy slurping sounds to accompany her unfocused eyes.

"But not all is lost, we managed to saved our two best cows and bring them with us in our escape." Said Lunnara. "We don't have much to offer you, our dearest lady, but maybe a glass of our best milk will please you."

"It most certainly will."

Lunnara produced a glass in her slender hands and got closer to Nameria, to take hold of her pendulous mountains. A tiny pressure around her left nipple was all that was needed to extract a stream of nutritious milk from her, alongside a cute moan.

Nameria's eyes found her in a hint of defiance as her tits began to be used."Why are you bothering with this?" She said.

"The what, exactly?" Asked Lunnara playfully, knowing that Karla could not hear them now.

"Tricking her. You are far more powerful. This is..."

"You hadn't invented fun yet back in your days? Those brutes back there might be ok with forcing their way inside another's hole... I myself much prefer when my pets say 'yes'... You, more than anyone, should know that, my love." Nameria lowered her eyes again in shame and defeat. Lunnara turned around with a glass full of milk and a smile. "I hope this pleases you, your grace."

Karla took the glass with elegance, and brought it to her lips with a royal expression. At first it was a small and educated taste, but soon the pupils of the woman dilated and she was gulping the full glass in one single move. When she finished, her look had became suddenly aroused, her pale cheeks were as reddened as her auburn hair. And her eyes became focused on Nameria's tits, on her leaking nipples, always pointy and aroused, and the milk that fell from them. "It tastes... good."

"You see, noble lady," Wispered Lunnara "may I tell you of a little secret?, something no maester nor book will ever tell a princess: A farmer's secret."

"Please do, lady Pendragon. I'm sure enjoying your company."

"Cow milk tastes far better when taken directly from the source."

"That's kinky!" Said Karla with a nervous smile.

"But also... fun." She said while looking to Nameria, even if the red woman did not dare to return the gaze. "Go on, you may taste, your grace. No one is looking."