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Analgesia Ch 02 Eye Of My Storm

Analgesia Ch 02 Eye Of My Storm

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Analgesia Chapter 2 - Eye of My Storm

Earlier that morning, in the inn's backroom.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck," Þorbeorn stands proudly with one hand on his hip, the other on a sandy head of braided hair. The head bobs rhythmically, the rhythm accompanied by an erotic slurping.

Knelt before him is Beorg. Stray locks have escaped her braid. Tears frame her swollen eyes from the watering as she suppresses her gag. Her lips are wrapped enthusiastically around Þorbeorn's throbbing penis, saturated in thick drool. More of the same thick slobber runs out of Beorg's mouth and down her chin as she slurps at the cock without thought to her normally proper look.

"Ass up, miss." At the command, Beorg lifts her shapely butt, shaking it flirtatiously as it bumps into Álefer's cock.

"You know the drill, lover. Pitch your longship to part my wet mountains if you want to pass safely through the eye of my storm, sailor. Your unsealed wood will not glide smoothly." Beorg uses one hand to lift Þorbeorn's from its dominant position on her head. Taking her lips off his cock, she addresses the man behind her.

Álefer uses a sponge in the pitcher to brush the whale oil over his turgid cock, which quickly takes on a viscous sheen. With a final motion he squeezes a sponge load of the oil over Beorg's puckered orifice.

"Attaboy," she speaks with a flirtatious smile, lifting her ass up further to meet Álefer.

"Oooohhhhhhh mmmmmhhhh. Mmmm." Beorg moans lightly as Álefer penetrates her. His penis has a mild downward curvature and as it inches inside her, Beorg feels him pressing on her anterior fornix. She had already been potently aroused by the scene: her, prim, ordinary, and respectable professional and community member, on her knees. Four soldiers in states of undress around her as they engage with the ménage, their hard cocks already sprung to life and eager to claim her. Neat appearance sullied with saliva and tears and flush and sweat. And as Álefer pushes into Beorg's supple, inviting anus, her arousal burgeons anew and begins leaking down her parted legs as her pussy lubricates.

Álefer groans and sits still for a minute, the only motion that of Beorg's head bobbing up and down on Þorbeorn's erection. After the moment passes, Ále begins to slowly thrust, moving tenderly as the oil massages into his cock and her ass. She quickly stretches to accommodate his girth, the erotic engorgement of her opening the humming bowstring to its years of diligent utility.

"Mmmm mmmmm mmmm mmmmm!" Beorg moans, muffled and truncated as each time Ále plunges into her from behind, she is thrust forward against Þorbeorn. Her tits sway and swing at the abrupt movements on either side, their rings swinging from the erect points.

Álefer and Þorbeorn each moan in pleasure as they use Beorg for their lusts, and she them for hers. The first in action, Þorbeorn is also the first to get there, his face flushing and hips subtly lifting as he begins to build an orgasm. His hands are on Beorg's head again, and she makes no move to resist as he begins to hold her and thrust into her mouth in rhythm with Ále in her ass.

Meanwhile, Geásor steps closer at his position to the side, slowly stroking his growing erection. As Þorbeorn draws near to climax, Geásor angles to replace him at the position to Beorg's head.

Mearscer steps from the other side, seemingly not sure how to be included but working in a hand to smack Beorg's butt cheek. She yelps with pleasure at the slap, and then moans softly as he runs the hand up her back.

"Can I get underneath and fuck that pussy?"

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Beorg detaches from Þorbeorn, who by now is beginning to shudder, and answers with an exasperated sigh, "I told you, I don't do that. You can wait your turn for either end. I don't mind stroking you in the meantime though. I want your cum either way. Just not in my cunt." At the last phrase, she looks up at Þorbeorn and bats her eyelashes seductively. Already close to orgasm, Beorg's words, and the sight of her being fucked before him, is all too much for Þorbeorn and with a tremendous final shudder, he erupts. Beorg immediately opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue to catch the cum, though most of it winds up on her face.

Panting, Þorbeorn steps aside to make room for Geásor at her head. As they shuffle and Mearscer shifts uneasily, still unsure of how to contribute, Beorg snakes a hand out and grasps his hard cock.

"You want next to fuck me?"

"Er, actually...could I...?" Mearscer is clumsy and disoriented, expression hidden behind the mask of the helmet he still hasn't removed. Sidling up behind her shoulder, Mearscer gently presses the tip of his cock against the crease between her arm and back. Squeezing a dollop of oil onto the gap, he increases the pressure, still gently. "Is this okay?"

"In my...?"

"I always wanted to try..."

"Go ahead. Fuck me there. Touch my sensitive crevice where no man has been before."

That is all Mearscer needs to hear and as her arm extends slightly to grant him access, he moans at the novel sensation. Also surprised by the novelty, and no stranger to stroking a lover's ego, Beorg allows the moment to carry her to moaning in reply.

And so they all make lust together, Álefer thrusting steadily into Beorg's sensuous hole, Geásor rubbing sticky spit over her face as he pulls out his cock for a break from the sucking, Mearscer humping at Beorg's underarm, and Þorbeorn standing to the side, slowly stroking his refracted cock, waiting for his erection to return.

The ménage persists, the heat rising as the passion increases. Beorg's moans become louder and closer together as Ále continues to fuck her sensitive rose. She pauses frequently from sucking Geásor to stroke his cock against her cheek and lips as she pants and moans harder.

"I'm going to cum now bitch...where do you want it?"

"I told you...I don't get off...on being...degraded...hnnng...we're equals...fucking...and...I want it inside me..."

Álefer pauses at Beorg's remarks, understanding the chiding. He is startled when Beorg continues to throw back on him, gyrating her ass enthusiastically whilst correcting him. Understanding her signal, Ále continues to thrust into Beorg. He picks up the pace, eliciting more moaning.

The sucking has all but stopped for Géasor as Beorg becomes increasingly preoccupied with Ále's waxing thrust. Mildly succumbing to impatience, Geásor runs his hands through Beorg's hair, moving to steer her back onto him. Beorg's acquiesces by licking up and down his shaft, kissing the tip and along the underside, stroking and teasing with what little concentration she can spare from the pleasure of fucking.

Then with a roar, Álefer tenses and unleashes a forceful final thrust into Beorg's ass. The veins on his cock throb so turgidly that Beorg feels them as her ass clamps down on the erupting shaft. She is wracked with the force of her own orgasm. At first she breathes out silently, gasping as the first wave washes over her. Then Beorg cries out a course of sensual wails as the full force of her orgasm crashes down. Around her ring, up to her inner ring, through her entrance and up to her junction, splitting out into her fornix, her g-spot, down her clitoris, up her spine.

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As Beorg begins to come down from her orgasm and hover a minute's stimulation under her second, it is to be splashed across her face with Geásor's load, as he finishes himself over her. As Geásor's ejaculation subsides, Beorg takes him back into her mouth and vigorously sucks until he stops her for the sensitivity.

Finally, Mearscer moans with a tone of great satisfaction as he finally realises his dream of cumming in a woman's armpit. Beorg trills playfully at him, paying Mearscer the respect of taking his fetish seriously despite not connecting with it.

The morning's lustmaking continues as the four men take turns alternating between Beorg's plump, slobbery lips and her erotically throbbing anus. Orgasm after orgasm wracks them all, load after load unleashed within Beorg's waiting ass, onto her pierced, pert tits, and into her seductively smiling open mouth. All the while, the sex becomes increasingly wet and sticky as Beorg's pussy continues to lubricate and eventually, she begins squirting with each orgasm.

By sunrise, Beorg's hair, face, chest, belly, her kempt hairy mound, her legs and all around her butt are covered in the pent up loads of the four soldiers. Everyone is exhausted. Beorg's hips and knees are screeching. Everyone's organs are sensitive and sore.

As the dawn breaks and the bells begin to toll, the soldiers scramble to make their way to formation, while Beorg basks in the afterglow.

"Thanks Beorg. Fuck."

The soldiers make their way out, with a wink from Beorg to them each and kisses on the tips of each of their exhausted cocks. If winks were crowns...

Dismissing the wist, Beorg stiffly rises, groaning as her joints softly crack. The wash basin will do for now, but she will need a bath. Beorg is known for her cleanliness, so the sight of her wet hair and glistening skin on a morning that isn't Lyeday is nothing of import.

"Knock knock." A familiar voice at the door.

"Hello Ceara."

"You need a bath." Ceara walks in and stares at her best friend in the world. Beorg is a sight. Standing by the washbasin, attempting to wring a night's worth of cum out of her lustrous hair. Semen is plastered on her chest, down her belly. Her pubes are saturated with it, seeping down her pussy and onto her inner thighs. It isn't the worst Ceara has seen Beorg but she clearly had an involved time.

"Yeah. I'm sure I look like shit."

"Look? You smell like ewing month. You smell like the docks. Or should I say..."

"NO. You should

not

. You should help me get dressed and to the shore. Unless...you'd like to join me." Beorg speaks completely deadpan, and her face doesn't betray the hint of a smile. Likewise, Ceara returns her deadpan expression. The two stand and stare for a moment, then both break out in laughter.

The two women sneak through the inn's back door and quickly through the backstreets to their bathing spot. Upon the horizon yonder, an excitement breaks with the day.

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