...have an Orgy.

Katie was moaning like a complete commoner whore, putting the lie to her barely noble blood as Toin laid with her, the slight girl's legs lewdly spread, her thighs bouncing as the divinely-endowed familiar rutted her.

Beside them, Montmorency was on her back as well with her boyfriend lying atop her, his penis driving into her quite frothy quim. She held the back of his neck as they kissed, his tongue thrusting into her mouth even as his pelvis pounded hers.

She wasn't sure how they'd reached this point, a sexual haze clouding her mind. She was simply enjoying the experience, sex with her betrothed was far better than it had ever been before because the object of her deepest, strongest sexual fantasies was right beside them fucking the empty-headed Katie, making her wail and moan like a barely sentient cow.

Watching Toin pick up the pace, a quick rhythm of deep thrusts into a mewling Katie spread open beneath him, pulling out halfway with that holy slab of thick throbbing flesh and driving back in, Montmorency could not help but be impressed. Toin did not truly seem like a commoner at all!

There was almost some pure aura about him, a magnetism that drew people to him. Had not her dear Guiche pledged his service to him the very same day he had been summoned? Hadn't she lusted after him that very same night? The entire academy was awash with rumors about him so she knew she wasn't the only one who'd touched herself to thoughts of him. If anything, he almost seemed even nobler than them all and it honestly wouldn't surprise her if he was some foreign duke from far away.

"Monmon... Monmon... Oh Monmon!" Guiche breathed into her shoulder as he ground into her. “The thought of you with Toin lites in my loins a true fiery lust! Can you imagine it, Monmon, my dearest Monmon? What it would be like to have your most inner depths explored by his mammoth cock? Going further than my own turgid blade could ever hope to reach!”

“Guiche? Are you saying- you would want me… with Toin?” she managed to ask, surprised but also very aroused at the thought that her own beloved's fantasies mirrored her own.

“Yes!" Guiche whispered breathily into her ear as his hips slowed to a tantalizing pace, "Nothing would please me more, my love! My thoughts have been filled with practically little else, my manhood has swelled countless times today with that image ever in my mind, of your bodies intertwined, his tremendous fleshy pike betwixt your deliciously weeping nethers as you cry out with the forbidden passion of a highborn noble and a worthy yet lowly familiar.”

"Oh Guiche, Yes! YES! OH YES!" She urged him, loving this line of erotic word play, appreciating it almost as much as his thrusting hips.

Katie, drunk on pleasure, dazedly looked over at her. It was impossible not to see the pleasure she was experiencing, there was barely anything intelligent in that glassy gaze as she cried out and she actually reached out and took Montmorency's hand in hers, squeezing uncomfortably tight.

The rhythmic thrusts of Guiche's hips had become quite sloppy, but he kept up his gyrations in time. She could vaguely hear his beastly grunts of pleasure; if he kept up at this ravenous pace, he was likely to reach his peak before she could reach hers.

This was not an uncommon occurrence.

Abruptly, Toin was done with Katie and Montmorency felt his heavy member atop her breasts as he leaned down and she was being kissed even as Guiche kept up his rapid thrusts. She swooned, unable to deny her heady arousal as the object of her lust embraced her. She arched her back and felt her diamond-hard nipples press into his chest as he held her chin and stroked her limp tongue with his own. Without warning she felt the hot squirts of her betrothed's seed within her, pulsing as it remained quivering yet still as Guiche groaned against her. It was a pleasant sensation but it barely registered as her hands automatically found Toin's holy endowment, stroking it worship-fully as their tongues and lips dueled.

Toin pulled away, straightening, his hand stroking her breast as the other settled upon Guiche's shoulder, "Hey man, I think I want to fuck your girl-friend too. You see these curls?" His fingers left her bosom to pull at her hair, drawing one of her long tresses across her sweaty face, "She's like the quintessential hentai school president or head of the disciplinary committee with these things! That means she's gotta be like my number two or three fuck-slut, right? After I break her in, I mean."

Montmorency was happy to hear of Toin's desire for her and his appreciation for her beauty, though she was confused about some of those statements. But the thought of being 'broke in' and ensconced as one of his favored mistresses was incredibly enticing, filling her with erotic anticipation.

Guiche's eyes were closed as he sat back, his shrunken member slipping out from her, a happy relaxed expression upon his face as he nodded, "Ah! Of course-of course! Ah....."

“Guiche? You serve my cock, right?” said Toin as he took her boyfriend's place between her legs. She bit her lip as she felt the huge, heavy length of throbbing flesh against her, reaching up to her breasts in this position, every pulse of the veiny flesh-serpent sending shivers through her.

“Without question! Never doubt my fidelity to your divine spear! I stand-”

“Haha, alright, enough. Then don't you think it's your job to guide this big boy in, get it wedged up in this tight little cunt while I watch?”

“Oh. Oh! Oh! Haha! Yes, of course! I would be honored! Oh my…” Guiche's hand shook a bit as it took hold of Brimir's gift just behind the head. She couldn't help but notice that her betrothed's fingers were unable to circle its girth. He started to stroke up its length and then he seemed to realize what he was doing and tore his hand away, looking embarrassed.

Toin was quick to reassure him, “Relax. Stroke away. I certainly don't mind. It's normal jerk off another guy if he's got a bigger dick, even better if its in front of their loved ones, heh, you nobles probably demand it all stuck up on your hierarchies like you are.”

Montmorency had never seen it happen, of course. Such things surely happened in private but she had little doubt that a lord would task his vassals to manually provide a climax as an act of submission or that some well-hung nobles got one over on their social betters by requesting ‘a hand’.

Both of Guiche's hands quickly came into play after Toin reminded him of that fact, they pulled at the loose skin as they slid all the way to the thick base of the familar's phallus, one dropping down to cup and tug at the heavy testes dangling beneath. The other pulled down the shaft back to the head as Guich grinned, "Indeed, you are right, Toin and I have the greatest of honors, stroking the very largest of manhoods, blessed by Holy Brimir as you are!"

Toin laughed, "Haha! Seriously you guys are like putty to me, but yea... you gonna guide me into your GF, lover-boy?"

"Of course, Toin! Right away!" Declared Guiche before he lightly guided it to Montmorency’s pussy until Toin’s head was pressing against her lips. She responded with a moan and a wiggling of her hips. Guiche brought his other hand to her folds, "Ah yes! My Monmon... opened a little like a flower in spring." Her pussy lips spread apart; the insides glistened with juice. Guiche tugged a little harder and Toin's dick slipped in a half inch into Montmorency’s vagina.

She opened her mouth in a gasp and Toin tilted his head smirking.

She smiled up at him, and ground against him insistently. No words were needed as Guiche pressed even more of him inside.

Guiche's hand pulled back a little more, to make room for the length, and guided it against her dripping folds. He slid the huge head up and down her tight, pink little cleft slowly, as much to tease her as to gather much-needed lubricant for the bloated, swollen tip. She bit her lip and purred, her hands fisting in the sheets. He looked down at her, and she nodded, bracing herself. The familiar grit his teeth as Guice pressed the massive cockhead against Montmorency's molten loins, slowly spreading the tight pink lips around the tip.

Slowly, but surely, the swollen, fist-sized mushroom of flesh pushed past her folds, sinking into the molten silk of her cunt. They both let out a strangled gasp as the penetration was achieved, Montmorency trying to keep from writhing and groaning like a whore like Katie had as she gripped the soft sheets beneath her with white-knuckled hands. Guiche steadied Toin's shaft with one hand, the other holding his side as he eased it in, letting her adjust slowly.

Montmorency lifted a fist to her face, biting down on her knuckle as she felt the impossibly thick slab of meat stretch her, impaling her slowly in the most exquisite **** imaginable. If this kept up, she might lose her mind, she thought through the haze. Her legs slid up, wrapping around Toin's waist and giving a tug, urging him on. He looked down at her in mild surprise, but smiled and nodded, shifting his weight to his hands as Guiche kept his insanely lengthy shaft steady, the few inches already inside her spreading her petals wide around his shaft, her mound bulging with the abundance of meat it had to swallow.

With a hard, forceful shove, rocking forward to put his weight into it, almost the entire monstrous flesh-serpent surged into Montmorency's incredible tightness and warmth, a small bulge appearing just beneath the skin of her taut, smooth stomach. She let out a gurgling cry that she was sure they heard across the academy as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her teeth biting into his shoulder as the intrusion ripped through her most sensitive, sacred places. Brimir! It felt like it was in her throat!

She clung desperately to him, shivering and spasming and waiting for the maddening sensation to die down, and Guiche whispered soft, soothing words into her ear, the hand not stroking Toin's shaft, rubbing her tummy and its rhythmic bulge. She felt the slight pain and maddening tingles die down, replaced with a wonderful feeling of fullness, and a blissful ache, an itch that desperately needed scratching. She squeezed him with her legs, long, beautiful visions of pale, smooth flesh, her toes curling. He drew back slowly, dragging the enormous breeding-pole out of her until just the head remained, earning a delicious moan from her in the process.

With a smooth, firm thrust, he buried himself back to the hilt, the head smacking against something deep inside and making her gasp. He pulled back again, till the corona of the massive cockhead tugged at her poor, over-stretched outer folds, and then sank back in in one motion. He slowly built up a tempo of the smooth, deep thrusts, keeping it steady for now. Montmorency was in heaven, every little motion of that beautiful monster sending fire racing through her veins, warmth and delicious shocks enveloping her groin. The incredible length plumbed depths she hadn't known she had, and the thickness ensured that her clit was pulled against the slick shaft on every stroke. She pushed her hips up to meet him, her legs clamped like iron bands around his waist.

He picked up the pace as Guiche slipped aside to watch, a quick rhythm of deep thrusts, pulling out halfway and driving back in, her hot, slick walls gripping and sucking at his plundering cock, squeezing him in a delicious stranglehold. He alternated the quick, relatively shallow thrusts with an intermittent treat for them both, drawing back to the head and slamming back in with enough **** to lift her lower half off the bed, her breasts bouncing enticingly as the sound of their hips meeting echoed so loud she could swear they heard them outside. The steady, sinfully wonderful smack of flesh-on-flesh filled the room, fighting to be heard among the gasps and moans and loving curses.

Her grasping left hand found Guiche's and she met his eyes briefly, noting he was erect once more, his other hand stroking it at a furious pace. Beyond him on the bed she could see Katie lewdly fingering her own slit at a similar rate while staring at them with her mouth open.

Toin bellowed like a bull, slipped his arms under her knees and lifted her up. Louise's familiar lost all self control slamming his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. Montmorency could practically feel his need to flood her pussy with his seed.

And then she felt it. A thick, ropey strand of hot cum erupted from his cock, painting the her womb in heavy white warmth. Another spurt exploded inside her, filling her tightly-stretched passage with boiling hot seed. Again and again, the thick, creamy seed shot out of his mammoth shaft in sticky strands to drench her womb with copius amounts of virile commoner cum. The excess was forcefully squirting out from the tight seal her pussy formed around his cock.

The wonders never ceased, it seemed to Montmorency, her tight little noble quim was thrown into even more spasms as what felt like a fountain of thick, heavy liquid warmth sprayed nonstop inside it. The only thing she could compare it to was when she saw a pair of horses mating. The amount of boiling hot seed being unloaded into her could only be possible by the grace of Brimir!

The possibility of being impregnated by Louise's familiar somehow only occurring to her now and it filled her with incredibly conflicting impulses given that it was done with a divine phallus of her lord wielded by a person of such lowly stature. Honored and disgusted, yet intensely aroused by it simaltaneously, Montmorency screamed as her whole being seemed to climax as Toin rutted powerfully atop her.