Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

You can't impregnate her by her mouth! someone shouted to the soldier who had helped himself to some oral. This sent peels of laughter through the circle. I did not offer my apprentice up for your men to use as they pleased. She is acting strictly as the vessel to save your friend's life, not a sex slave. The witch's glaring eyes flickered in the firelight and her wild tendrils held up and dancing in the wind appeared to be ablaze. I'm just priming myself, said the one being fellated. Don't want to waste time at the other end, he grinned. As long as there's no rough stuff! Jarren warned. The coppery bearded one wasn't kidding. Once the bald one was finished, the bearded one only needed a few strokes in her cunt to finish. The next one stepped up from behind and forced her to her knees, then grabbed her by the ankles and rolled her over onto her back to a raucous cheer. His shoulder length hair was blonde and he had a chiseled face. Lean and muscular, his chest was swathed moderately with dark gold. The warrior crawled between Lynneth's thighs, lined himself up and started screwing her. Unlike the others, his strokes were deep deliberate and grinding. He was long, the longest yet and his balls rested heavily on her ass each time that he became fully sheathed inside her. Sliding his arms beneath her body, he gripped her shoulders for leverage increasing the intensity of his grind and burying his face next to her ear, each thrust was punctuated with a short stifled grunt. Come on, hurry up! the shouts started. Cum already! Still his butt kept undulating between her legs up and down to the same deep rhythm. He went on for another couple of minutes as the men urged him to finish. Two or there more soldiers had entered the circle, standing over the rapist and his poor victim, growing impatient for their turn. Come on now! barked Jarren. If you can't do it, let someone else! The net guy tugged at the blonde man's shoulder but the rapist wasn't done. He began holding his grinds a bit longer and his grunting in her ear became more pronounced. Getting visibly agitated, the next man tugged at his shoulder again, trying to pull him off. Finally the blonde reached his climax. With a savage groan he spurted his load, adding to her collection of potency, and slumped his body weight upon her. The eager one next in line hauled him off and tossed him aside to recover with a satisfied grin. Then he crawled in between her legs just as well. He was bald pale and fat. He must have been at least 300 pounds. His arms were covered in tattoos of rune marking and on his belly were crossed battle axes. His thick lower lip hung open in an expression of sheer idiocy. He was already panting with excitement as he hurriedly lowered his groin to hers and started bucking wildly. He wasn't even in her and the men in the circle laughed heartily as his cock dug into the blanket. Finally he realized his poor aim and he tried again only to suffer the same result. A third time was the charm and his thick member sank in. He was huge inside her and his hips bucked away stiffly, whimpering like a child at the sensations on his shaft as he squeezed her breast vigorously with a meaty palm. A few seconds and it was over but he still kept bucking like a moron as his dick softened and slipped out of her. there was an ovation from the crowd and a round of applause as two soldiers stepped in to lift him off.