Chapter 2: The Horny-tiation

She took her time swirling her tongue around my dick. I’d never thought a tongue would feel way better than a pussy – it was a tight hold of a slimy, slithering fat. Whenever I was close to cumming, she would stop, but the edging didn’t hurt anymore.

“Mmhhh~ you like that, champion?”

My moans grew louder with the intensifying pleasure Black, tattered wings began unfolding behind her, slowly spreading into a span that almost touched the opposite ends of the hall.

Then, her tongue tightened. A powerful pleasure lumped in my prostrate, preparing to explode. As if it wasn’t enough stimulation, she slid her fingers into her slit gushing with lustful juices, splitting both cheeks and gaped the hole, revealing her soaked vaginal walls.

"Release it, my champion!"

She began playing with herself, circling her fingers around her clit. Her tongue constricted my dick, increasing the pleasure. The pink orb glowed brighter, and our moans were accompanied by the loud orgy behind.

"Do it!"

My soul was prepared to leave my body… if I wasn’t already one. I heaved heavier breathes by the second. The only thing that occupied my mind was the inevitable explosion of pleasure.

"Cum!"

“I will!”

Heaven on hell! The most intense pleasure erupted from my prostate, spreading in waves to the rest of my body like gentle electricity. My eyes rolled as an incomprehensible level of stimulation overwhelmed my entire body. I fell to the floor, almost having a seizure from the intense orgasm. I shook pathetically, spraying out cum as the Prince of Hell drained the remaining juices from my dick with her still pumping tongue.

This was only possible in hell. But I didn’t want to experience such intensity again. At least not every year.

The orb increased in brightness, quickly devouring the room with blinding pink light. I looked up to see the Prince of Hell wearing a seductive smile, until her yellow eyes were the only discernible object left from the sheer brightness of the orb.

That was the best tongue job ever.

***

I woke up to a sopping wet material rubbing across my naked body. Its warm liquid clung to my skin, squeezing water that pooled under my body.

Cracking my eyes open, I saw a pale woman cleaning me. Her black, dry hair was cut short before her jaws, bouncing as she wiped my thighs and then around my dick. She weaved the fallen strands behind her ear, then turned around to wring out the soaked fabric, revealing her face.

What an adorable woman. She had a small, round face. Her eyes were a pair of whites as if her irises blended with the sclera. Her cheeks had a bit of fat for someone so petite, her lips pale and slightly dry. As she leaned down to soak the fabric on a bucket, her loose shirt hung, revealing her small, perky tits with pointy dark nipples. She didn't have any trousers, just the loose shirt that covered enough of her private parts.

Eventually my corporeal sensations returned. My throat was dry. My cracked, dry lips stung from the frequent cold winds blowing from somewhere. Even if I licked them, my tongue as coarse as a cat's would barely wet them.

I reached out to her, but my arms were bound by chained shackles. My legs, too.

"Water," I said with all my remaining strength.

The girl flinched a bit, but still retained her poker face. She then threw me a curious look.

"Please, water."

She kept the curious stare… or she might have zoned out. It took her a moment before responding.

"Sure," she said, tossing the rag into the bucket.

It didn't take long before she returned. Slowly, she placed the rim of the cup on my lips and gently poured the cold liquid. It tasted slightly earthy, but water was water. I felt my strength return as life began to course through my veins again.

"More."

She grabbed the pitcher this time. My body was alive again, my senses sharpened and my brain started functioning enough to stop worrying about immediate survival and onto the next logical thing.

"Where the fuck am I?"

"You don't remember?"

I stared at her. She averted her eyes. Then I noticed a branded scar on her front wrist. A six-petaled flower.

"No..."

What I remembered was hell… and the Prince of Lust giving me the best tongue job ever. I was promised the title of a viceroy in a supposed alternate world, yet I woke up to a prisoner treatment. And it was damn freezing in here.

Maybe this was still hell? The walls looked the same, but the room was small. A crude wooden table sat on the left, and a rotting door at the corner was ajar.

"Where's the Prince of Lust?"

She stared at me, puzzled. "Who?"

A pair of heavy footsteps echoed behind the door. It didn’t take long before its owner appeared. A massive, green-skinned lady with big fangs jutting out of her mouth. Her thick, curly white hair fell to her shoulders, bouncing alongside her breasts slightly revealed by a lazily-worn red robe. Even her lush bush was exposed.

An orc, but a hot one. Very hot. She had a perfect mix of fat and muscle. The soft, red fabric draped over thick, child-bearing hips. Just the sight of her returned a little bit of my energy.

The orc lady stopped by the doorway, leaning against it with a haughty expression. She smiled when our eyes met.

"The fine specimen is finally awake."

The girl stepped away as the orc approached. She looked down to me through her mountainous pair. The underboobs was hot, and so was the belly folds. From this distance, I could smell a mix of sweat and something sweet while her bush rubbed against my arm.

Her attention was directed to my dick, watching it slowly harden into a size I'd never had before. Almost a feet long, twitching. She licked her tongue seductively.

"What a beautiful cock."

"Wanna give it a try?” I said. I was growing hornier the longer this orc milf stayed.

She raised an eyebrow, amazed at my remark. She faced Amea. "You are quite lucky to have such a man for your initiation. Look forward to it, Amea."

Amea bowed, her face hidden by her hair, “I will, Imna.”

At the touch of Imna's finger tip, my rock-hard dick twitched, begging for more. She ran her finger from the base and up to the head, sending slight electric sensations to the rest of my body.

"Any woman would do anything to have such a cock at her disposal. Am I not right, Amea?"

“Right,” Amea said flatly.

Before leaving, she gave the tip of my dick a peck. Amea was left alone.

“Hey, finish it!” I yelled as I watched Imna vanish into the hallway. No response. “Damn it.”

I looked at Amea, but she didn’t meet my eyes. Well, this girl ain’t up for it, too.

For the next few days, Amea tended to me. She fed me bread and bland stew. It was uncomfortable eating while lying down, so I requested they loosen up my chains. They did. I could finally sit.

There was nothing else to do but initiate conversations with my caretaker. Although she wasn’t really fond of talking, she would give me some answers. But I confirmed this was no longer Earth. Instead, we were “somewhere far to the south” of a continent called Corocea, a place that certainly did not exist on Earth. I hadn’t seen any sort of modern technologies, so I assumed this world’s tech laid around 1800s or older.

Although I regained my energy, my back hurts like hell. I’d been sleeping on a rough stone slab for days without any kinds of pillows to at least elevate my head. Escaping was useless thanks to the unnecessarily thick chains as if they were restraining a goddamn gorilla. I requested to at least get a few minutes walk to stretch my leg, but it was ignored.

So far, I'd only seen Amea and Imna. However, I could hear more voices echoing from the halls. I hadn't heard a man's voice so far.

There was no way to tell the time of the day, but I went along with my circadian rhythm and fell asleep when I felt drowsy. Just half an hour later I awoke to the sound of footsteps. It wasn’t just from one person.

Seven women of all shapes and sizes emerged from the doorway. They were garbed in red hooded robes, hiding their upper faces but exposing their bare middle. I swallowed. Something was finally gonna happen.

The one I was familiar with the most was Amea, the shortest and perhaps the youngest of the group. Imna pushed her forward while the rest remained behind.

"It's time for your initiation rites, Amea."

Amea doffed her hood, revealing her usual flat expression. Slowly, she slid her robe off. She was thin but not malnourished, her ribs and bones slightly bulged on her skin. She had almost flat breasts, and her dark nipples were hard. Around her shaved, virgin slit were runes written in red ink, and a magic circle was drawn on her abdomen.

“Is this gonna be an orgy or what?”

If so, I’d make sure to enjoy it. Maybe this was the Prince of Lust’s welcome gift.

They surrounded me, lighting incense from a pink-fired candle Imna held. A sweet mellow scent wafted in the air. Just a single whiff gave an effect similar to smoking half a weed blunt. I felt light-headed and my body began to feel weightless.

“Just get on with it,” I said.

They began chanting.

"Dear Mother, Mother of all, guide this child to Motherhood. Let her become your daughter so she may serve your cause in this mortal world. Dear Mother, Mother of all…"

My vision swirled as they chanted. The world spun and their voices warped. I swear I was chained, but my body was floating. Did they free me? They freed me, right?

Amea took deep breathes as she approached. Then, she climb onto the slab, crawling on top of my legs and sat just below my hips. She nervously wrapped her small hands around my dick, and I couldn’t help but grunt from the weird sensations caused by her cold hands. After giving it a massage, my dick grew into a full size. She clamped her thighs around it.

“Oh yeah, I like that,” I said, feeling every sensation with my eyes shut.

"Dear Mother, let this child be your daughter. Let her be a part of our coven," Imna said, raising a small wooden statue of a curvy woman in a sensual standing pose. "Let her drown in pleasure, for she must feel your love first, and power second, for she too shall mother this world."

There was a sudden silence. Amea shut her eyes as she sat still, her warmth radiating around my dick. Warm juice dripped from her pussy, dropping onto my thighs.

"Now, sister. Feel this man's cock inside your virgin pussy, and Mother shall bestow upon you her sacred power."

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