Algra felt a tingle run through her body as Gregory turned to her. She had been watching the lovers and not daring to even attempt to get between them. When she saw Gregory's cock slip out of the girl, still hard as stone, she didn't quite believe he was human.

Filled with adrenaline and riding on a volcanic wave of sexual energy, Gregory lifted himself to his feet and walked over to Algra. She looked up at him and felt a twinge of nerves ripple through her at the obvious imminent shagging she was about to be on the receiving end of.

Reaching out to grab his throbbing member, she was suddenly stopped as his hand moved and caught her wrist firmly in its grip. She watched as he lifted her hand above her head and pulled her to stand before him. His eyes were glazed with fuck Lust and he pulled her naked body against him, kissing her forcefully as she melted into his arms. His hands moved down between her legs but not to her pussy, instead settling on her inner thighs. Instinctively she reacted by grabbing his shoulders and jumping against him to wrap her Legs around his hips. His cock slapped up against her pussy sending a few drops of her love juices splashing over the pillows beneath them. His arms slipped under her Legs and held her aloft in that position with his hands groping her ass. His strength was incredible for Algra was made of muscle, her body perfectly shaped and toned. A slight adjustment was made with a shift of his ass and then she felt his cock slide up inside her and moaned softly into his mouth at the feeling of being spread open again by that big shaft. Their strong bodies began to move as Gregory stood for them both and she used her legs as Leverage to bounce her ass and thrust him inside her again and again. Human and orc tongues danced together and their fucking soon became more and more fervent. Algra's steamy nectar dripped down over Gregory's inner thighs and splashed beneath them as his cock slammed into her over and over again.

Her soft tits squeezed against him, though their position allowed them to bounce slightly with each pulse of his length inside her. Those dark green nipples traced circles on his chest and poked against his flesh as he fucked her harder and harder. The sight of the young male with the flawlessly proportioned orc wrapped around him was stunning. Janette finally opened her eyes and her mouth opened with stunned awe at the spectacle. Algra's fingers dug into the hard muscle along his back as his own hands squeezed and groped her bare ass.

Finally, as Gregory closed his eyes and could no Longer concentrate on the kiss he was giving Algra, he let his head roll back and opened his mouth to let out a roar of pleasure that rang out in harmony with Algra's scream. The pillows beneath them were splattered with orc fuck juices as Gregory's cock finally found its release. The searing eruption of his cum immediately brought another crest of the waves of bliss that the female was riding. Their bodies locked tightly together, every inch of his cock buried in her tight cunt as he spurted over and over again to fill her with his thick syrupy cum.

Finally, when they both began to descend from that dizzying high, Gregory managed to let Algra fall back into the soft pillows before rolling down beside her. He laid there and helped the orc find her way to snuggle against him before looking to Janette who lazily crawled over to take her place at his other side. Their naked bodies settled against each other as his arms wrapped about their waists. Algra was already asleep when Gregory kissed her jade brow and Janette managed to lift her face to lightly kiss his lips before falling into slumber herself. Gregory tensed suddenly, fearing he might wake up in his old room at home if he allowed himself to sleep. Then he felt Algra's Left tusk nip into his chest for an instant as she shifted her position. No, he wasn't dreaming. One Last thought passed through his mind before he succumbed to his sex induced exhaustion. He wondered if this world had any missing dragons he might be able to find.

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STORY TITLE: THE DEFILED TEMPLE

Introduction: A sorceress meets an imp and finds size doesn't matter. Enjoy....

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Malika sat atop the highest tower of the Defiled Temple looking over the surrounding hills and wastelands. The cult of the demoness Lagria had taken this place Long ago and sacrificed the old Priestesses Of The Light to their foul mistress during the temple's ravaging. Like all the denizens of the temple, Malika had been stolen from her family as a child and raised in the ways of the demoness. She had studied the infernal rites of her cult and revelled in the intoxicating dark magics of the sisters. Today was the first day of her twentieth year and at sunset she would take the final step into becoming a sorceress.

The ritual was known as The Tempting for she would lure a demon from deep within the dark realms and bind its soul to hers. In doing so she would command all of its magic and might allowing her to weave her own magika for the first time and take her promised place amongst her sisters.

Needless to say, Malika was terrified. Her time atop the tower was meant to give her space to clear her mind yet it served only to heighten her fear of what was to come. If a demon was raised and she could not hold it in thrall there were horrid stories told of sorceresses whose demonic companions turned upon them. What's more, although she had studied far more of the ancient tomes than the sisters she lacked their appetite for cruelty and destruction that was crucial to Luring the infernals

She had always hidden it away deep inside herself but the sisters had always seemed to guess her weakness. They laughed and mocked her hesitation to sacrifice her first human to Lagria. It had been a farmer, older than her, who had the deepest green eyes. They were eyes that had been filled with fear and as he told her of his wife and child. Malika's hand had stayed for a few telling moments before she had plunged it into his chest and that deep green light in his gaze faded to nothingness.

Afterwards her sisters chilled her by informing her they had torn apart his family when they had taken him. Malika had nodded and told them she was at ease before retiring to her room where she had wept for the life she had taken. It was not the last sacrifice she would have to endure. Yet if she had refused, if she had again hesitated then her sisters would have burned her alive for her weakness. Malika did not wish to die.

The sun was Low on the horizon and Malika saw the two moons rise out of the deep blue sky signalling that dusk was upon them. She lifted herself to stand and walked slowly from the tower down to the summoning chamber where her sisters awaited her. The temple was oddly quiet as she made her way through its dark marble corridors upon bare feet.

As was the custom she stopped outside the bath house where she would be prepared by a chosen apprentice. The baths themselves had been added after the defilement at the insistence of the sisters and were carved out of the stone by the claws of the demons in thrall to them. Malika entered to see the dark tarnished marble surfaces and old crumbling pillars. The room had once been a sanctified place to the Priestesses Of The Light until the demons had clawed apart the ground and released an underground spring into the aperture they had created. The water was always near to freezing for no fires were allowed to heat the bathing pool for the apprentices. To warm the water required magic and they had none of their own, only what the sisters allowed them to practice their dark arts with under their supervision.

Malika recalled a visit here where all the apprentices had been subject to a cruel whim of the High Sorceress. Each had been stripped and cast into the pool before the sisters magically froze it around them. They were left like that for a whole day until finally after two had died, they were released and healed. Such torments were common amongst the chosen of Lagria.

Malika looked around for the apprentice that would prepare her and did not need to search for long. She found Shanti already stripped and stood in the centre of the pool awaiting her.

Shanti was an apprentice currently in her nineteenth year and was the closest thing to a friend Malika knew. Though, the word friend carries with it certain connotations that are unspeakable to the sorceresses of Lagria. Finding solace in the company of another was considered foolish, only the power of the individual mattered. Yet to further individual power it was sometimes necessary to test yourself against another and take in a different perspective of matters to your own. Shanti was the one she had studied alongside and now she was the one who would prepare her for The Tempting.

Malika let her black silken robe fall to pool around her feet as she approached the deep water. She wore no garments beneath her apprentice's robe and the large room felt chilly against her bare alabaster flesh. Looking over to Shanti she saw her polar opposite in appearance. Malika's midnight hair was speckled with golden strands due to her exposure to magic. Shanti had short cropped platinum blonde hair that was pure of taint for her studies had not yet allowed her to wield any serious amount of magika.

As Malika placed an ivory skinned foot in the water she felt a shiver run through her. She could not help but gasp and goosebumps arose on her fair skin as she descended into the pool. Without saying a word, Shanti waded toward her and Malika felt the girl's dark flesh press against her own. The sisters had always cast cruel comments at Malika in regards to her large breasts that now pressed against Shanti's smaller and firmer globes. She felt her own hardened pink nipples brush against the dark Little nubs that peaked Shanti's breasts.

It was difficult to resist the urge to put her arms around the younger apprentice, if only for the warmth her body extruded. Yet it was forbidden for she herself was still only an apprentice and such fraternising was punished severely. As Shanti lifted her hands she began to caress Malika, cleaning her for the ritual. The feel of those long fingers brushing across the most sensitive parts of her body made Malika bite her Lip to hold back a gasp.