It was interesting, Sammy contemplated, how chance and choice combined to form the path of someone's life. It was pure chance that she had been assigned to escort Princess Ginevra to her diplomatic meeting, she was just the next guild member up, and now they were in love. And it had been a choice to accept Guildmaster Adna's loan of her own unicorn stallion, Equoos, to take Sammy on her mission to rescue a temple of Libaida.
Of course, only a small part of Sammy's brain could focus on those thoughts. The rest of Sammy's mind was taken up with the pillar of unicorn cock that was relentlessly pounding down her throat.
She was squatting naked in the stable, Equoos snorting and stomping above her. His hips pistoned, sending his cock down her throat in irresistible blasts. She had one hand on the base of his cock, helping to hold her steady. The other was massaging his balls, encouraging the stallion to cum. Her chest was covered with a sticky layer of spit and precum. Sammy had known, academically, that Amazonians considered orally relieving your mount just as important as feeding it. She hadn't expected Equoos to be so insistent on it. The unicorn became practically uncontrollable if she didn't suck him at least once a day, to the point where he had almost bucked her off. So Sammy had learned to just lean back and take it.
Luckily, Equoos didn't have anything to prove by lasting for hours. He just wanted to cum down a willing throat. He snorted loudly above her, hilted his log of a cock in her throat, and began pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her belly. When he was complete he pulled back and began placidly eating his feed. Sammy coughed up a mouthful of cum onto her tits, and then leaned back to catch her breath. Her clothes were neatly folded nearby, along with a towel. That was a lesson she had learned quickly. She reached out for the soft cloth and began wiping herself clean.
A quick bath and a change of clothes later, Sammy walked down the stairs into the inn's common room. The other three members of her party were at a table and there was already a tankard of ale waiting for her.
"How was your appetizer?" Peng teased. The golden skinned sorceress grinned lasciviously at her.
"Laugh all you want, at least I'll never go hungry." Sammy took a swig of ale. "Adna must have thought this was the best prank."
"That is like her," Bellavar said. The wood elf ranger had changed from her leather traveling clothes into a thin-strapped green shift, her dark nipples clearly visible through the fabric. "I know she once had all the apprentices running around looking for bottled air."
"The initiate mother at the monastery did something similar once. I still don't know what a skyhook is supposed to be," Clara said.
Clara was the fourth member of their little band. The young priestess had fit in with the other three immediately. She had been relatively secluded due to her religious training, but she never once complained about the rigors of traveling on the road or sleeping under the stars. She had a good personality, and they liked her. It didn't hurt that she was, like all of Libaida's most favored, shockingly beautiful. She was still a young woman, so she didn't have the insane curves of a more experienced priestess, but she still had the distinctive hourglass figure of her profession. Her breasts were easily the size of cantaloupes, and she had hips to match. Clara's ass length hair, currently woven into a complex braid courtesy of Bellavar, was sea green. Her lips were the same color, all three sets of them.
They had been traveling for two weeks, first by river boat, and then by horse through the kingdom's border marches. They were close to their destination, a distant temple of Libaida that served as a pilgrimage spot. Something had happened to the priestess there, something to turn her away from the Goddess' light. So they were going to put Clara in her place. It had been an uneventful trip so far. Of course, three adventurers and a priestess of Libaida traveling together had led to predictable results, and every evening since the first had ended with the four of them tangled in a sweaty heap streaked with each other's fluids. Even here, in the common room, Peng had pushed Clara's robe to the side and was caressing one of her nipple mouths. As Sammy watched, Peng slid two fingers into the wet hole, making Clara let out a quiet moan.
It was quiet in the inn. The only other patrons were two half-orc women dressed in the clothing of merchants and their orc bodyguards. They were keeping to themselves, so the four companions settled in for dinner and began to discuss their plan for the temple.
"That's why I say we just can't make that decision yet. We don't have enough information. Tomorrow we'll at least get a look and..." Sammy was cut off by a hand tapping on her shoulder. She looked up to find one of the half-orc women standing by her, holding a tankard. "Oh, hello. How can I help you?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt," The half-orc said. "I just wanted you to know that I'm a big fan of yours, and so is my sister." She gestured towards the party of orcs. "It would be such an honor to give a gift to Sammy the Slut." She blushed as much as her light green skin would allow. "So, uh, here. All the boys contributed." She held out the tankard.
Sammy took it, a little puzzled. Getting recognized was new to her. Especially this far from the capital. She looked into the vessel. It was full almost to the brim with cum. Sammy looked over at the party of orcs, noticing for the first time that they all had their cocks out. She raised the tankard in a salute. "Thank you for the gift." Sammy took a deep gulp from the tankard, savoring the tangy flavor of orc cum. She passed it to Peng when she'd had her fill, and then to Clara, and finally Bellavar, all three of them taking a few big gulps. When it got back to Sammy there was a mouthful left and she drained it with a couple of chugs. "Maybe we can come over there and exchange some information about the road."
To become a priestess of Libaida, Clara had to make many sacrifices. She would never have children, never marry and have a family. Her days would be regimented and scheduled around the Goddess' holy calendar until the day she died. And she had lost her sight, her now useless eyes covered in a linen blindfold. But the blessings were many. She spent every waking moment filled with the light of the Goddess. She felt Libaida's caress in every action. Her perception now went far beyond sight. She could sense the emotions and desires of those around her, and Libaida's guiding hand ensured that her blindness never became a burden. The physical changes were wonderful as well, and she took particular pleasure in how her breasts and hips had grown even as her waist shrunk. The mouths that had replaced her nipples were a revelation, capable of such beautiful singing in service of the Goddess.
It was also possible to breathe through them, and since her throat was absolutely stuffed with orc cock, that was coming in handy. Clara was draped over a table, her head leaned back so one of the orc bodyguards could throat fuck her without any resistance. Orcs weren't known for having the longest cocks in the world, but they made up for it in thickness. Her throat distended over and over again as he brutally fucked her face. Her nipple mouths were hanging open, gasping for breath, long pink tongues lolling out uncontrollably. Just getting throat fucked like that had always been enough to push Clara over the edge, but Peng was firmly planted between her thighs, mouth locked on her cunt, driving her to even greater heights of pleasure.
The group of orcs had welcomed their smaller party with open arms. The half-orc sisters were gem merchants, on their way to the diamond mines in the mountains. Which explained their large, well armed, and very intimidating bodyguards. The sisters, no strangers to the long stretches of boredom that came with a journey, had turned to their orc companions to pass the time. After a few weeks on the road they were well accustomed to getting filled, stretched, and turned out by their escorts, and they happily invited any other willing participants to join in the fun.
Considering that she had been doing the exact same thing with her own escorts for the last two weeks, Clara couldn't criticize. She reached out with her perception, eager to see where her companions were. Peng was easy to place, since Clara's thighs were currently wrapped around the sorcerer's head. She was being double-teamed by a pair of the orcs as she ate Clara, their fat cocks stretching her ass and cunt to their limits as they sawed in and out of her. Clara reached just a little further and found Sammy. The blazing fire of her lust was impossible to miss, a true devotee of Libaida. She was, like Clara, getting throat fucked on a table, though Sammy was on her stomach. One of the half-orc sisters was behind her, arm buried up to the elbow in Sammy's ass. The other sister was busy with Bellavar. The wood elf was taking her from behind, paired up with one of the orcs who had taken her mouth. Another orc had climbed up onto a table to get access to Bellavar's plump lips. A third was vigorously fucking her cunt. Unlike Sammy, Bellavar emitted a sense of deep contentment, not of all consuming lust.
