A sloppy recap

The once virginal lady Marian awoke from her slumber with a slight feeling of pain in her mouth and as she opened her eyes she quickly discovered the reason of such pain. Ah, yes, one of them is fucking my face. The warrior that was having her turn with her lips was not particularly hung, but it compensated his lack of dick with the voracity of his hips, that may have been the thing that awoke her. Her breathing was fine, though. She lazily looked down and saw a worryingly large trail of cum and saliva falling from her mouth and following the guy's legs to end on the floor in a little puddle. For some reason, that was not a thing to worry about in her new nightmarish life.

She felt the slap of an open hand on her rear and so she realised that another man was using that part of her. Which one of her two lower holes he was ramming was hard to say, since the constant **** had left her body numb, but the man in question seemed to be about to reach an orgasm, as his frenetic legs partake in successive slaps. Both of them were about to cum, and soon they seemed to start an strange competition. She did what a good slut is supposed to do and moaned a chip laugh once she felt the closeness of their orgasms. She winked to mouth-guy, and shook her ass for the viewing pleasure of rear-guy. They both showered her with slimy gratitude, **** her, drowning her. She smiled and took their gift, but her mind was elsewhere:

I wonder if my queen it's all right...

Dorian's back was covered in sweat, as Karla's hands travelled through it's whole and magnificent extension. He had filled her interiors five times by now, his legs and hips had lost a little of his initial potency, but he was still going and Karla couldn't be happier. She embraced the man to keep him closer, to smell his manliness, that way she could look over him to his demeaned sister.

Isolde had stopped her cryings an hour ago, her current state looking closer to that of catatonia, her eyes blank and gone, still unable to look away, her once foul mouth still half open. When the new queen had ordered her to show her breasts, she had done it, and not much later she had obeyed a similar request to expose her pussy. Then, not much later and by her own volition, she had started to masturbate, while watching her brother drill her as a man drills a beloved. That had made Karla laugh and caused her to have one more orgasm. The young queen had never seek another being's suffering, but now, for some reason she did not dare to think about, it felt so right, it felt so good and wholesome to hear the cries of another. She new that she was hearing the lamentations of the wicked, that she was righteously punishing her for her sins. Those thoughts would have been so alien to her naive and idealistic mind a few days ago, but now...

She moaned in delight as another creampie from her lord started to fill her interiors. She closed her eyes in a loving expressions, and moaned herself to a sweet sleep.

Eilatra pattered her cunt once more, as she continued to watch the surface of the crystal ball. It had been delightful to watch her little Lunnara take control so quickly of that joke of a castle, even if she had been **** to watch from the limited view of this blonde Monkey. Malape was comely for a human, but still too beneath someone like her, too unrefined and untrained. The woman was not really this submissive and it showed in her lack of passion, but she was too scared of Lunnara to act in any other way, she kept fisting the red girl, making a real effort to get deeper into her as well as pleasing her reptilian cunt. Through her eyes, Eilatra looked upon the strange Nameria too. Now, that is something I would really love as a ****. Everyone thought the Nuk'karu to be long extinct, but Lunnara had found one alive and well inside that temple. And ain't that interesting?...

But her thoughts about any other woman were eclipsed each time the human turned her head to watch her lovely Lunnara. She had always loved to watch her sleep, she looked so peaceful, so enticing, her long black locks seemed to flow over the sheets. Eilatra looked upon the little blonde girl, sleeping beside her former **** with her plum naked form, hugging her with a happy smile. The image was beautiful but still she felt a hint of jealousy.

She is mine.

Right at that moment, she felt someone daring to interrupt her, and she looked back with an annoyed look, to receive her loyal maid Coriala.