(Sexual) Bonfire of the witches [part 2]

You turn half way around and give Ross a kiss on the cheek, which he accepts suspiciously. "Funny," you say, " I think I wasn't giving you Gaelicans enough credit for knowing how to make women feel nice... or perhaps and your lands the men have just figured out dryness is to be avoided for purely selfish reasons?"

He snorts. "Ach aye, selfish... How funny to hear you say it. Don't think I can't guess you tricked those lasses. But nay, it wouldn't do... You're mine and mine alone after all..." he said sarcastically.

"Perhaps," you whisper teasingly, " I just find it more fun to watch. You could always lay your fingers on me and feel if it is so."

As he stands up, Bill plants a line of kisses all along Rima's thighs, tummy, and sides. When he leaves a kiss on her lips as well, the rebellious girl spits, sputters and coughs theatrically. His hands wrap around her waist and his considerable strength lifts her right up off the ground. In a gesture of contempt, Rima shoves one of her feet right up into his face, flexing her delicately manicured little toes all over his cheek. This only seems to excite Bill more, drawing a chuckle.

Because she is being held up in front of his hips at about a 45-degree angle, you are able to see the broad purple helmet of his manhood forcing open her castle gates. The way Bill savors his conquest, going slow, makes it easier for you to savor the sight as well, watching inch after inch disappear into her... Rima is helpless in his grip as the brute stands in place, bouncing the blue haired girls ass against his hips with soft slapping sounds using only the strength of his brawny arms.

"Hmmfff!" he snorts. "Oh she is just as tight as she looks, and so light and easy ta toss around! She's squeezing me so tender... are you that eager for my hot seed to fill you up, wee kitten?"

"NoooOoOoo!" Rima squeals, eyes squeeze tightly shut so she doesn't have to see his cock sinking into her again and again. "Don't do that Gods dammit, not inside....! I'll make you sorry! Oliviaaaaaaa!" she calls out in a shrill whine. "H-help me out over here!"

Olivia has her own problems of course, of much the same variety. Encouraged by the sight of the big warrior fucking Rima, her 'lover' had pulled his manhood out of her mouth and pushed her down on her stomach, forcing her to present her bottom while on her hands and knees like a cat in heat. Unlike Bill, the scarred man did not bother to remove any of Olivia's clothing, leaving her boots, her skirt, and her famously tight top all in place. Even her panties he merely pulls aside to expose the treasure he seeks. After loudly, roughly driving a few of his fingers into her at once from behind, he gets down behind her and slaps the rigid length of his manhood against her backside a few times. Olivia gives a husky "Umnnhhhh~" out of habit, playing her part, though you can see an expression of consternation on her face. Because your point of view is side-on to her, you can see the length of his manhood starting to vanish into her depths but can't clearly see the lips of her cunt being penetrated. You like to imagine that you can hear the 'squish', though. Olivia's breasts bounce back and forth hypnotically as the mercenary slowly picks up his pace.

"Ohhhh, ahhhh," she moans and gasps, ignoring Rima's predicament to focus on her own. "Your cock is filling me up, it's so thick! I'm so thirsty, I want to drink your cum... Make sure you pull out so I can." The man doesn't seem to be paying much attention, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open slack-jawed as he rhythmically pounds Olivia from behind.

Hannah lets out a ringing high-pitched cry that draws your eyes, as well as those of a lot of the ever-more drunken mercenaries, to where she has been laid down on her side with one of the two fresh-faced lads Grinding his hips against her, with one of her legs up on his shoulder, whilst the other focuses on kissing and licking her breasts where her dress has been pulled down to expose them. "Young master!!" Hannah's voice is cracking and her eyes are bugging out like you've never seen before. "I... I don't mean to complain... Nnmmgh!! ... But that's the wrong hole! Wrong hole! Owowowowww!"

Well. That doesn't look comfortable, and you suddenly feel a bit better about your choice to take the risk of choosing to take Ross's cock inside you in the typical way. But to Hannah's chagrin, the young man just grins fiercely and begins grinding himself up and down with greater relish, seemingly having no complaints. "Oi there, Jack, give her mouth something to do why don't you?" That suggestion goes over well and no more words come out of Hannah's lips on account of an eager pecker forcing its way past them. Indeed, it seems that Hannah has such a pleasant ass that the boy choosing to avail himself of it is throwing back his head and groaning his pleasure as he comes before Any of the other guys.

Rima gets drop shoulders first on the mats beneath her, held upside down with her butt and legs up in the air so that Bill can thrust down into her like a laborer driving a tent spike into the ground. "Ach, ahhhhh, rrrr.... I'm going to burst, wee kitten, here be your milk!" he growled.

In place of her bratty indignation, Rima, feeling the weight of that wrinkled sack full of seeds hitting her puckered little asshole with each downward thrust, lets out a shrill cry with genuine alarm in it. "Aaaaaaahhh stop you stupid bastard, I-I'll make you so sorry, I'll turn your blood to ice! Don't you dare get me pregn...!" her face turns a bright pink to contrast with her hair, as she can't even bring herself to say the word completely, trailing off into a long, angry grunt between gritted teeth.

It doesn't do her any good. Bill gives a belly deep roar, and Rima's hips quiver at the sensation of a hot stream firing straight down into her. when he pulls his dribbling cock out of her and lets it rest against her crotch, he keeps the blue haired girl held up ass-over-head so that he can examine his handiwork, and only chuckles with satisfaction in response to her planting her heel in the side of his jaw again. Rima takes a sharp intake of breath, puffing out her cheeks as she squeezed and tensed her whole body with lungs full of air. A bulging droplet of pearly white beads between her feminine petals, but the big brute's seed is so damnably thick that it doesn't run, and just sits there, all too visible to Rima. "Let me the fuck go right now, you half-shaved bear!" She sputters at Bill, glaring up at him with hate.

The man railing Olivia has a pained expression - perhaps because all of the vigorous movement is agitating the wound in his arm and making it throb agonizingly, or perhaps because he is trying to hold himself back from going over the edge to prolong this hard-earned pleasure as long as he could. Olivia alternates between forcefully bucking her ass against his hips in time with his thrusts, and pulling forward to let his spear slip all the way out of her, sliding along her taint and letting the head slip along the surface of her nether lips. Each time she did, the scarred warrior paused and used his one good hand to reach down, slap the head of his cock along her springy cheeks and puckered asshole, then drove himself back into the tanned beauty's pussy. Wordlessly conveying his wish for a change he rolls back, cock still buried inside Olivia, and lays on his back, pulling her hips up on top of him so that she's riding him facing away. You chuckle. A lot of the girls in the town's brothels like that position, actually, even though it forces them to do all of the work, because it makes it less likely for a customer's seed to reach their womb (or so they say) and, more importantly, because it gives an excellent show to anyone happening to be watching, helping make sure that any fellows still wrestling with the decision of whether to part with some of their hard-earned coin in exchange for pussy allowed their cocks to decide for them.

Looking at her from the side, you get a perfect view of Olivia's tightly-confined tits bouncing up and down wildly as she uses her muscular thighs to hop up and down on his lap, the mercenary looking more and more haggard, face turning red and then a shade of purple as she rode him. "Let me know... when you are about to go, so that I can taste it..." Olivia moans, looking back at him over her shoulder as his eyes focus on the sight of her perfect ass astride him. "I'm sure your, nnhhh, 'laddies' will much prefer it if you don't make a mess before they get their turn with me. Oh yes, it's so thick, I'm really about to come~" she lets out a rather theatrical moan, lolling her head from side to side as she picks up the pace. You have to admire the woman's stamina, even as Bill is still teasing Rima and the pair of boys are going slowly with Hannah, she keeps it up for a good five minutes, at least. You doubt that you could keep up that pace for the same amount of time... aerobic exercise has never been your favorite.

Wrapping his one good hand tightly around Olivia's exposed waist, squeezing her and digging his index finger into her navel, the guy looked almost like a man being subjected to the torturer's arts, visibly gritting his teeth and breathing ever more shallowly. Olivia's rhythmic cries get faster and faster, and she drops her butt down on his lap with a ringing slap before waggling it back and forth, getting him to saw side-to-side in her depths while perched on his sword balls-deep. Balancing her weight on one hand on his chest for the moment, she takes her one free hand and guide's the mercenary's hand down to where their genitals are joined, encouraging him to run his finger along the tight seam between his hairy balls and her womanly mound.

No doubt it feels good to have two sets of fingers stroking her most sensitive spot... however, it proves to have been a somewhat ill-advised move, as the scarred fellow, mostly quiet except for breaths until now, gives an agonized groan and lolls his head back, jaw hanging wide open and eyes rolled back. You can see Olivia whip her head to the side immediately as she feels what's going on, no doubt sensing the prick she's sitting on throbbing inside her. She tries to lurch forward to pull off his cock, but the man's hand has her upper thigh in a deathgrip. It takes a good few seconds of wriggling from side to side before Olivia is able to drag herself far enough forward that his already-softening cock slips out of her, the tip leaving a tiny trail of slimy white stuff on her inner thigh as it flops back onto the man's hairy belly. "Ffffuck!" is Olivia's inelegant one-word response, still panting and flushed heavily from the effort. Since she's probably the most physically alluring by most men's standards, she doesn't have long to recover - just as she's shuffling over to squat in the grass and encourage it to drip out with her fingers, two more mercenaries who haven't been drinking the laced whiskey are already over and on her, grabbing her by her shoulders and pushing her down onto her side, one laying on his side behind her and pulling her thigh up as he prepares to plunge his own manhood in before her pussy can rest even a minute.

Likewise, although Bill has finally gone off to have a drink and let Rima's lower body drop roughly down to the mat with the rest of her, there's another burly, bearded son-of-a-bitch waiting for his chance, hopping up and loping towards Rima like an enraged bear before the poor girl can recover at all. Before she can even protest she's being pinned down on her back and having his crude hands rub all over her naked body, squeezing her perky spheres greedily and putting hickeys on her neck. She wriggles ineffectually to back away from him but it's not long before he is grabbing her legs and spreading them with savage ****, lining his even-larger cock up with her and letting it rest on her lower abdomen a moment, seemingly taunting her with the sight of just how far up inside her it would be when he decided to sheath himself... and Rima didn't have long to think on that or protest, as he drew back and started slowly cramming himself into her.

In spite of his knowledge of the danger, a man is a man, and this is quite a show; you feel Ross's manhood coming to attention, poking your ass as you sit there. His hands slide up to start nonchalantly caressing your small breasts through the fabric of your ever-more-wrinkled white dress. "Zoe... you've really fucked me. Aye," he whispers with a glint in his eye, "but you can't walk away from me, can ye? Can't trust me, after all. And in a romp like this, well, who would think I wouldn't want to add to my first time with a woman, by your *snort* generosity, with a second? Go on, get on your hands and knees, Countess. Those two going after the shy witch," he indicates Hannah, "give me an idea. Life's short - I want to try all I can."

Hannah is quietly taking it as the young man behind her spears her in the ass again and again, but the hesitancy with which she strokes the cock of the other with her hands, and the tension of her lips, tells you that she is enjoying this even less than usual. Having been enjoying watching so far, your smile turns to a frown. Even though your body is warming up as well, you certainly don't want whatever she's getting - especially since the one good side to it, not having to worry about carrying that ignorant bastard Ross's child, no longer even applies. But what can you say, now?

Doing it with him alone in the woods was bad enough. Is it poetic justice that you'd be **** to submit to Ross in front of a whole rowdy crowd staring at you, since you made sure that you wouldn't be otherwise occupied? Looking around, it seems Hannah's potion is working - a lot of the several dozen ogling men are already looking drowsy and listless, or yawning loudly. But Ross had none at all to drink... he might have the youthful stamina to make you beg for mercy for quite a long time...