Thread: LADY SLAVE (DEVIANTDESIRE & OGION)

Logen grabbed the priestess' hair, making her yell. -Such a pity. It seems your faith is not strong enough. Here, let me help you. He pulled her closer to his cock, and stroked it stiff with his other hand, rising the monster in all its impressive lenght. Then he squeezed the priestess' nose with two strong fingers. -I introduce you to your new god. You will be praying to him, day and night. The woman had to open her mouth to be able to breath and Logen pulled her hair forwards violently introducing the huge member in her mouth. He began pulling her head back and forth, agressively. His monster filling her mouth and forcing her jaw open, pressing, with each thrust, the entrance to her throat and making her gag uncontrollably. The barbarian made a gesture with his head, toward the two young princesses and two of his comrades fell on them, tossing them violently to the ground, and started peeling away her night gowns with brutal hands, that exposed the delicate young and firm flesh of the two innocents in all its glory. Their cries, screams and pleas filled the chamber, but they were powerless to stop those invading hands, that groped her bossoms and separated her legs, those tongues licking her nipples, mouths and necks and those teeth biting their soft pale skin. Soon one of them received a long and thick male shaft, lubricated only by the saliva of its owner, into her never before touched, pussy. The violent thrusts of the barbarian made her howl her lungs out. Her sister, despite her sobs and pleas, was turned and grabbed by her hips to position her in all fours, her buttocks separated by strong fingers that penetrated her anus, making her scream. What she felt was nothing compared with the sudden brutal penetration of the barbarian's cock, that made her gasp breathless, widen her eyes and mouth, incapable of producing a sound. Ragnar's only reaction to the little cunt's bite, was a smile. He felt the pain, but it was nothing compared to the wounds he had sustained in a life of violence and battle. The fingers of his other hand clenched on the soft skin of her neck and squeezed. She had to gasp for air and released her prey. -I had half a mind to save you for later, but it seems you could benefit from a lesson, right now, little Holes. His strong hand slapped her right cheek, then her left, then her right and so on half a dozen times. He could have easily snapped her thin neck with one of those blows, but he wanted her meek, not dead, so each hit was calculated to cause her pain, not damage. Well, may be just a little bit of damage. A thread of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, when he was finished. Her face red. He grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled toward him, making her fall on her back, legs spread in the air. Completly dizzy, she didn't even notice the moment when a huge black, palpitating snake, rippled with veins appeared between the barbarians legs, but there it was, rearing its slick head, already glistering with precum. She felt her legs being violently separated, the weight of Ragnar's body and the next thing she felt was something new even for her. She had heard that the barbarians sometimes impaled their enemies, that was how that must feel. Her pussy was not virgin but it was stretched more than never before, by the barbarian's mighty cock. Ragnar began thrusting agressively, as if he was stabbing and enemy with a sword, grunting as if he was and pressing as if he wanted to trespass her side to side.