He nodded.
"Some things, yes."
"Why don't we head into a room and find out just how many things?"
The princess practically ran towards a side corridor, heading into the first open door. The guards followed, with the handmaiden falling in at the back of the line. As Lucien came up next to her, she reached out with a hand, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder.
"If you feel yourself overwhelmed, just speak up. The guards are boisterous but they're not animals. They're just spoiled because the princess barely ever says no to them."
Lucien nodded, filing into the room. The princess was already stripping out of her clothes, the guards following suit, revealing muscular physiques that captured his attention. One of them stepped towards a nearby bed, snatching the blanket off, arranging it on the floor.
"Why don't the three of you get on your knees and we'll see who has the best mouth?"
The princess sank to her knees, already naked. Deiara was next, also naked, having stripped behind Lucien. His eyes raked over the seven orcs and their formidable cocks.
Might as well join everyone...
He stripped off his clothes, hearing appreciative growls from the guards, his own excitement rising, the nerves receding.
The guards waited until he fully stripped and joined the princess and handmaiden on the floor before separating themselves.
Three picked the princess, who opened her mouth wide, promptly taking a thick cock over her outstretched tongue and down her throat, her hands flying to the other two, closing around their bases, stroking eagerly.
Two chose the handmaiden, who took a more decisive tack, guiding the nearer of them into her mouth, wrapping her other hand around the other's cock.
That was quick.
The last two stepped up to Lucien. He glanced over to the two women, both lost in the proceedings, their attention entirely on the guards around them, and then looked back at the guards before him.
"You ready, husband?" one of them asked, the other chuckling.
He nodded, and the second stepped up, offering his cock.
The nerves receded further once his hand wrapped around the base and his lips closed over the tip. The familiar sensation of a hard cock in his mouth settled and calmed him, but had the opposite effect on his own cock, the shaft swelling to full size. The guard grunted in satisfaction, placing a hand on his shoulder. Their eyes met, amusement and lust swirling in the orc's, the latter surging as Lucien sucked and stroked steadily.
The room soon filled with grunts and growls, the bestial chorus underlined by sucking and moaning. His lips worked steadily around the tip, his tongue wriggling atop it, his hand moving up and down in smooth motions.
Lucien saw the other guard step up towards his other hand.
Oh right...
He reached out for the second cock, stroking along it, matching the pace of his other hand.
His own cock strained, his submission a potent aphrodisiac. He slid his lips further down, taking the first few inches over his tongue.
"There we go," the guard groaned.
Lucien focused on the tasks at hand, doing his best to drown out the other noises in the room. His lips pushed along the shaft, saliva starting to build up, shining on the green meatiness. His hand was given less space to work with but stroked all the same.
"Look at the little whore," one of the guards around the princess spoke up. "Arazar's cock down her throat and her hands wrapped around two more, and her husband's here!"
"Have you no shame, princess?" another added.
"Granted," the first orc continued, "he's also sucking cock over there..."
A lewd gagging sounded loud, followed swiftly by a wheezing gasp for breath.
"You should know by now," one of the orcs by the handmaiden cut in, "whatever shame she might have, she wallows in it."
"Oh, we know that," the first orc replied.
"Just look how wet she is. Spread your legs, princess, let's get a good look at that gash of yours."
She whimpered pitifully.
Slick slaps came next from that part of the room. The orc Lucien was sucking smirked, and then pulled his cock out.
"Look at that," he drawled, gesturing over to the princess.
Lucien followed the gesture obediently.
His wife-to-be was staring up at the trio of guards as they took turns slapping their cocks onto her face, letting them whack all over, splashes of precum painting her pale skin with a dull gleam. The expression on her face was of pure docility, pleading eyes and flushed cheeks.
"What do you think of that?" the second guard by him asked.
I think I want three cocks slapping down on my face too...
He glanced back at the duo, idly stroking them.
"Looks like fun to me."
The first guard raised an eyebrow.
"What're you, trying to horn him?" one of the guards by the handmaiden chuckled.
"Maybe a little bit," the second guard said sheepishly.
"I heard he didn't care last night," the other guard by the handmaiden pointed out. "So, why would he care now?"
"It's hard to horn a husband when he doesn't care about his wife getting fucked," the first guard by the handmaiden commented.
The handmaiden giggled.
The first guard shrugged.
"Worth a shot."
The trio around the princess laughed, and then one of them stepped up to her mouth. She opened her lips wide, receiving a thick cock plunged back into her throat. Her hands returned to the other two.
Lucien looked back at the two guards before him, his hands working steadily at their cocks.
"Would one of you like to try my throat out?"
The second guard moved quicker than the first, stepping up to his mouth. The first growled, but his frustration was tempered by Lucien's hand moving up and down his shaft with a practiced rhythm.
Lucien opened his lips wide, tilting his head back.
The orc slipped into Lucien's mouth. His hips jumped forward, spearing deeper. Lucien moaned, his free hand gripping the orc's waist, his other hand speeding up slightly.
An insistent push packed his mouth full. His throat was next, that broad head shoving into it. He gurgled around the intrusion, staring up at the orc, appreciating the look of lust on his face, pleasure surfacing through it. The orc stopped the push to indulge in the sensations, taking a hold of his hair to keep him in place.
"How's his throat?" the other guard asked.
"Not as good as his wife's...but still good..."
...thanks.
The orc eased his hips forward. The added inches further stretched Lucien's lips and occupied his throat, but even amidst more gurgling, and some retching, he refused to move or complain.
I took orc cock last night...I can do it again...
With a wee bit of patience, the orc was able to sheathe himself inside Lucien's throat. Full balls bumped into his chin, and his own cock strained, hard and needy, precum gathering at the head.
"Fuck yes..." the guard groaned, tugging on Lucien's hair to ensure a total penetration.
That prodigious shaft throbbed in his throat. Saliva streamed from his lips, meeting those full balls, sticking to his chin as well. The orc pulled his cock back, more saliva dripping from it, landing on his thighs. A firm thrust sent it back inside him. He gagged, his throat rudely invaded.
An equally rude rhythm was quickly established. The orc kept a hand on his head, making sure he was not jarred too much.
A roar reached him from the other side of the room.
"Arazar's dumping his load into her belly," the other guard notified him, smirking.
He barely acknowledged the notification, taking that shaft down his throat, squirming with excitement. His hands were busy, one squeezing at the first guard's thigh, the other stroking the second guard's cock. The rush of submission set his pleasure to a steady rise.
A low, guttural snarl came from nearby.
"And now Beradur's busting inside the handmaiden's mouth," the other guard narrated helpfully.
Again, he barely acknowledged that narration, perfectly oblivious on his knees.
The snarl trailed off, and after a few seconds, a chorus of chuckles came from the same area of the room.
"Oh, I love when she does shit like this," one of the guards spoke up.
The guard fucking Lucien's mouth stopped, glancing over towards the princess, his laughter joining that of his peers. His eyes darted down to Lucien, and then his hips slid back, letting his shaft slip out, the veined flesh dappled with spit and drool. The head popped free, the alluring sight of such a powerful length drawing Lucien's attention.
"Look there," the guard directed, gesturing towards the princess again.
Lucien glanced over obediently again.
The princess was on her knees, staring up with an eager adoration at the handmaiden, who looked down in amusement. Her cheeks puffed with Beradur's seed, a thin line sneaking from the corner of her mouth. She took the princess by the hair, and tugged her head back, slipping two fingers into her mouth, pulling her lips open.
"Yeah, give the little whore what she needs," one of the guards encouraged.
She glanced around, from guard to guard, and then leaned over the princess. Her mouth opened, and creamy strands of cum unspooled from her tongue, dropping into the princess' mouth. Lucien watched, not sharing in the guards' keen interest, more surprised and intrigued by the easy authority the handmaiden displayed over the princess, who knelt there, tongue swirling happily to collect every last bit of that gooey load.
It's one thing to submit to these orcs...it's a bit different to submit to your own handmaiden...