Miss Golden Land Part 3

Princess Tristabelle!

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Even the orc royalty could not rise above the dreary and macabre, Tristabelle determined from her surroundings.

Queen Gretawuld had led Tristabelle to the throne room. The Queen explained the orcs carved it into the underground after their initial arrival into the earth realm.

As the historians told it, many centuries ago, the trickster god had told an elven clan jealous of the Elvrinas power and upset over a spurned marriage offer that the way to ruin the earth’s scions lay in an unexplored forest in the north of Golden Land. Taking the clan and their knights north, the insulted family found only a treasure chest in a clearing of the woods. The eldest daughter of the clan, once spurned by marriage to an Elvrina, eagerly opened the chest

The lusted-after treasure inside was toxic miasma that had been simmering since time’s dawn. Its black bile spread throughout the forest, killing all life, emptying all ponds and lakes, and darkening the sky. Only a great spell by Raven Chevalthorn could keep the miasma from consuming Golden Land.

The miasma still etched it’s evil into Golden Land’s landscape, however. With the miasma opening a portal to Muspelheim and Jotunheim, many a wretched being came into the Earth realm. Gargoyles, wyverns, wolfmen, orcs, and many more infested Golden Land. They’ve remained a troubling blotch on its picturesque beauty.

And there was nothing beautiful about the orc throne room decorated with animal skins, animal skulls, and a throne made of bones. The throne was currently being gnawed on by mini wyverns, who were no less fearsome than their larger brethren.

“Why, you are lucky I am not sipping blood from your dismembered body part.” Tristabelle curtly informed the orc. He glowered as he swatted away a red wyvern.

He was King Omarr. He boasted tusks broader and bigger than any of his male subjects, owned a beard that could earn a salute from a dwarf, and bore into Tristabelle with sharp red on red eyes.

“Drink blood from me?” He questioned, leaning forward, his body layered with muscle and creaking the bones he sat on.

“Yes, of course. You have kidnapped me from my coronation, tried to feed me goblin or imp or what have you, and you, sir, by doing that have earned a dismembering and blood-drinking. But I instead offer you and your Queen an opportunity to spare yourself the humiliation and trauma that oft comes with the shedding of body parts.”

“What’s this deal, little princess?” Queen Gretawuld spoke from behind Tristabelle, her arms crossed beneath her giant chest.

Tristabelle glanced over at the orc’s sigil, a raised fist that rested on a tattered rag above a pile of skulls. This would require a serving of might and finality.

“How you orcs smile so when a pretty elf passes your vision. But a night with you is not even worthy of the next morning’s regret. Why, if I could reach out and grab a star for every time an orc failed to satisfy their lover I would hold the story of the universe in my hand.”

“Pretty Princess talk too much!” Omarr thundered. He spoke loud enough to cause the mini wyvrens to scatter to the ceiling. “Pretty princess make fool of orcs?”

Tristabelle snickered. She snickered far too much for someone in the presence of the orc King and Queen. They just seemed worth giggling at. They were about to fall into the seductive trap of a sister of Frejya. While the sexual arts were meant to be a means of worship for the sisters, this sister was more than a tad mischievous and devious with her learned arts.

“Be thankful a fool is all I shall make of you. I have no deal for you. Rather I have a gamble.”

The King leaned forward, his red eyes sparking in anger. His tusks gleamed.

These lucky orcs, Tristabelle thought. This was far kinder duel than they deserved. But it was undoubtedly a surer bet than fighting a king who kept a spiked club almost as tall as Princess Maggie.

“The tales of orc impotence are as legendary as the tales of my foolish brother Rodgir arriving to the former Lord Falk’s wake wearing only a turban, a thong and the stench of booze. But I offer you a chance to disprove your ragged reputation. Bring me to climax and your prisoner I shall remain forevermore. But, and I shall make terms advantageous to you, I bring you both to climax I am free to leave with the King’s weight in gold. And, dear, King Omarr, you look like you have been on my brownie only diet.”

The tattered flag of the orcs looked even more worn to Tristabelle upon another glance. The underground dwellers were little contest for her cunning and seductiveness. They had ogled elves in the hot springs but had never encountered the sexual power of a sister of a Frejya!

“To show sexual might to pretty princess, we orcs will take that gamble!” Gretawuld boomed from behind Tristabelle.

Gretawuld hollered loud enough to make Tristabelle jump. But the pretty Princess composed herself quickly enough to let her cupid’s bow lips from a slick smile. What great fools these orcs were. What poor fools they were about to be!

Tristabelle felt her head snap back, courtesy of a tight tug on her wavy blond bob. She yelped in surprise; this open-mouthed noise gave Gretawuld license to hurl a wad of spit into her mouth.

“Little princess ours!” Greatwuld snapped, further tugging on Tristabelle’s locks. Again Tristabelle emitted a yelp, and again a helping of orc spit traveled down her throat.

The pure elf had been so busy paying attention to her yanked upon hair and spat upon mouth she had not bothered to register the movement or actions of Omarr. That was until she felt the rigid bulk of his penis pressed against her center.

“Why, it must be 36 centimeters!” Tristabelle declared.

Tristabelle had not expected that! Certainly, she would have to relay the size of the orc king’s penis to her sister Constantina for recording in the annals.

Within seconds the pure elf princess was on her knees faced with the largest erection she had ever borne witness to. It was green, veiny and the Princess swore it was as thick as a log. In short order, Gretawuld pressed the princess head forward, forcing her mouth to circle about the member. The giant orc thrust his dick in deep. Deep enough to make her gag, something which never, ever, happened to her.

“Pretty princess no handle King Omarr!” He gloated.

Tristabelle’s gagged counter rang hollow.

At Gretawuld’s insistence, the orc king kept his meat lodged so deeply within her mouth that her almond set eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Little princess too weak to handle orc!” Greatwuld taunted her, her fingers still tightened in Tristabelle’s blond locks.

Tristabelle’s eyebrows creased with anger! This was unacceptable to be insulted and belittled by an orc no matter their station in their society. Disgusting!

Tristabelle would show them who could handle who! She twisted her warm tongue along the thick shaft, making the orc king squirm as it should be! Then, after a moment of hesitation, she swallowed a huge gulping of his meat unprompted by Gretawuld.

“Little Princess not get enough!” Greatwuld declared, then let out booming laughter.

Omarr pushed his hips forward, sending even more of his fourteen inches down her throat. Again Tristabelle gagged, and found her pretty purple eyes rolling to the back of her head. Still, Tristabelle took the dick like a true sister of Frejya and pushed King Omarr to the limit. She knew she should finish him off and seal the deal. But instead, she pulled her lips back to finish with a kiss on top of the green cockhead.

King Omarr wanted more though! He wanted all of her mouth. His brawny fingers found her beautiful hair, entwining around his digits. Much to Tristabelle’s pleasure and her total dizziness he fucked her mouth with wanton energy. Perhaps forgetting the crux of the bet, he fucked her mouth nearly to the point of no return.

Sensing that her husband was soon to lose his end of the bet, Gretawuld dragged Tristabelle away from his cock. A long bridge of spit connected the Princess between herself and her lover.

“Perhaps you grow jealous?” Tristabelle surmised with a cheeky grin.

Suddenly Gretawuld forced her hand between Tristabelle’s legs. The Princess let out another of her little yelps as Gretawuld pressed her slender yet strong fingers against the blond’s clit. Without any preamble or delay, Gretawuld shoved three fingers inside Tristabelle.

“Good heavens!”

Tristabelle watched King Omarr smile a gruesome sort of smile as she couldn’t stop herself from humping the orc queen’s fingers. Her clit pulsed and her entire body hummed. Waves of pleasure rocked her, but not hard enough to make her cum. Not yet, at least.

As Gretawuld pounded Tristabelle’s sex and Tristabelle’s humped back, her fine ass bounced and jiggled. It was an inviting piece of flesh for the orc king who delivered a thundering slap to it. The slutty Princess let out a little cry that was quite like a hiccup. That encouraged the orc king to slap her ass yet again. This time he left a hand print that covered her entire right ass cheek.

Spasms tightened her body. But she kept it under control. She would not cum for these two orcs. They would cum for her. She would in no way lose this bet!

Within a blur of time, Tristabelle found herself mounted by King Omar. With all those inches pressed within her, her eyes bulged and drool ran from her lower lip. She felt quite unladylike and quite the mess. Though that was nothing new for her sexual shenanigans.

She found herself being pounded by his mammoth girth, feeling her much smaller thighs smack helplessly against his. Merciful Allfather, he was huge! Not just his gigantic green member but his whole body.

How much longer could she hold out?

***

Astrid threw herself spinning away from one orc clutches. He was just a simple miner caught up in her clearing the way for Idual into the orc’s city.

Another miner reached for her only to catch her magical sword Pendulum between his fingers. As he hollered over his missing digits, Astrid flung herself at an oncoming guard to remove his left arm.

Suddenly a female orc grabbed her from behind! Or more accurately grabbed her massive tits.

Astrid was so shocked, reason and thought evaded her. She simply let herself get thrown down to the ground by what she saw to be a 6’6 orc woman with a shaved head. Her breasts, mammoth balls of green were behind chain armor.

“Get elf!” The orc woman announced, scooping up Astrid by her hair. “Mmmm elf play with me.”

“Get off me!”

Astrid was tall. Astrid was strong.

Astrid was no orc. The woman, with a fistful of Astrid’s locks, dragged her into a shack, It was a ragged thing, a bed, a dresser, and a bin full of sex toys.

“Elf look like good whore!”

Astrid found her barbarian bikini armor pried apart to leave her exquisitely muscled body on display.

Still, the mighty orc woman was the real body of iron, bursting with muscles across her body. It was a body she exposed, removing her loincloth, and her chain bikini top.

“Stay away, orc!”

Thanks to those orc muscles Astrid got turned over with ease. She was face down and ass up, spreading her butt cheeks so she could offer up her rear hole to her captor:

A thick plastic dick split apart Astrid’s tight ass cheeks. As much as she may dominate her elven lovers, Astrid suddenly became a natural orc bottom.

“Elf my bitch!” The orc shouted.

The pace of the ass fucking was intense from the start. It revved up second by second. Faster and fasted the orc woman went until the sound of flesh smacking off flesh echoed throughout the room.

“Elf love it up butt!”

“Yes, I do!”

The orc woman smacked her submissive elven whore who wailed in response!

“Your cock is so deep inside!” Astrid shouted.

A thunderous laugh escaped the orc woman’s lips. As the laughter poured out she smacked the hell out of Astrid’s ass.

Tristabelle said deep down all elven girls love submitting, and there was nothing more submissive than having anal sex with an orc.

The moaning elven slut thought that if the woman buggered her ass any harder it might be hard to sit for the next few days.

“Ass bounce!” The orc lady shouted as she punished Astrid’s royal ass with slaps. The princess’ healthy cheeks jiggled with each slap. Even more pleasing to the orc was the firm smacking sound that echoed throughout the room.

The mighty orc launched blows all across Astrid’s lovely ass, so every inch was used and abused.

“Orc train elf to be good bitch!” The orc woman boasted.

“Fuuuuuucckkk!” Astrid shouted like a mindless beast as the woman drove into her with even greater power.

Using a powerful grip, the orc woman twisted Astrid over so that the Princess was sitting on top of her in the cowgirl position.

Astrid was doing all the work while the orc just laid there and soaked in the beautiful sight of the anal penetration. But the Princess didn’t care. She was just pleased to slam up and down on the mighty strap on. Her needy ass was more than welcoming to the invading toy. She felt her whole body vibrate from pleasure from the buggering she was giving herself.

Cum spewed from Astrid’s pussy and her purple eyes began rolling back and forth. For the moment it felt like Astrid’s calling in life was to be an orc’s bitch.

“Elf cum for me! Elf good girl!”

Astrid came again, soaking the bed in cum.

“Oink?”

Astrid thought she heard an oink. Thought she heard the orc woman scream. Thought she saw the orc woman hurriedly run away from a pig. She thought she was here to save someone.

She Remembered! She was!

“Tristabelle!” Astrid yelled over the sound of marching pigs.

***

“Mercy!” Tristabelle wailed, as she felt like a mountain was pounding her. “I love it, I love it, I love it! ” She declared in her sluttiest voice possible while the King fucked her.

“Slutty princess can’t control herself!” The Queen shouted.

“Oink! Oink!” Tristabelle exclaimed, unable to control the shameful oinking noise she made when she was genuinely being pleasured.

“Little princess is little piggy!” Gretawuld decided as she fondled Tristabelle’s huge knockers. The orc queen made silly oinking noises before she engulfed Tristabelle’s globes with her mouth.

“Oink! Oink!” Tristabelle bellowed again, unable to control herself. At this rate, she was sure to come!

Gretawuld had a good hearty laugh at the Princess who oinked. But poor Tristabelle simply can’t help herself. The deeper he plundered her the louder she oinked

He certainly did not make love to her. No tenderness. No romance for a princess. He fucked her like they were animals.

“OweIiieee!” The tramp wailed most shamefully! The orc king’s member had reached her tummy! The bastard left it in her stomach! He held it there so long the dizzied girl thought she was pregnant!

“Princess nasty bitch!” Gretawuld shouted as if it were a rare and unique observance.

Tristabelle was accorded the treatment of a nasty bitch and bent over by the King. A helping of spit from Gretawuld fell onto her crack. She shuddered. It was a pool of spittle for a lot of dick. Dick that passed through her ring to draw a …

“OOOOOINK” out of her. She loved it. She loved the expanding of her butt to accommodate a literal monster. She loved the pain that shot through her like white-hot heat.

Her tongue was wagging like a bitch in heat. This was a primal, ancient need, this stuffing of her rear end.

The cruel king  gave her a spanking just for the fun of it and to see that booty jiggle for him. At that point, the princess lost further semblance of self control. She bellowed hysterically as her  great and powerful king increased the battering of her ass. He even went as far as to tug on her golden locks,

“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” She whined.

He kept fucking the slutty princess until the sound of his thighs crashing against her flesh was as loud as her groaning. And all the while he kept tugging on her hair, snapping her neck back.

 

“Bounce for king!” Gretawuld demanded as Princess Tristabelle was forced into an anal cowgirl setup.

The King briefly bounced her and down like a puppet, before growling, “Bounce, slutty princess!”

Within moments the orcs had Princess Tristabelle bouncing like a good slut. Oh, they were full of praises for their conquest who shamelessly bounced her ass on an orc’s penis.

The orcs lived to sodomize submissive elves and it was worth celebrating when an ass whore would help you fuck them. It was a rare enough treat to fuck an elf for an orc. But to have one fuck herself on orc dick was a moment worth note!

“Ohhhhh bury that tool in me, my great and wonderful king!”

Tristbelle’s orc mistress latches onto her slut’s slender hips and began bouncing her  up and down and impaling Tristabelle’s most private hole on her own husband.

“Oh good heavens! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” The princess yelled.’

The slutty princess gazed around to get the reactions that were rather positive. The queen’s nipples were hard and the king kept thrusting upwards along with her bouncing. But poor Tristabelle had nearly been reduced to tears due to her devastating need to cum like a slut with a dick in her ass.

“Yes, yes, fill my bum!”

The cock thrashed in Princess Tristabele’s tight sweet ass. The well firmed piece of ass barely could fit the gigantic meat that invaded it. But she braved it. She had to. She needed it as bad as she needed any dick before.

Princess Tristabelle sodomized herself over and over again screaming, “Yes, your majesty, thrust your mighty saber up my bum!”

Her tight ass went a series of jumps made all the more ridiculous by her savage thrusts downwards. These were greeted by the king’s own billows upwards. The horny tramped whipped her head around, lips pouring out unladylike grunts. The only thing that would make this better to the slutty princess would be if she had a dick crammed in her mouth.

“Ah yes, master, give it to me!” Princess Tristabelle hollered.

The mighty king rested his gigantic hands on the sexy princess’ slender waists. He had to be careful as his strength was enough to crush her bones through her thin body. While the princess’ tits heaved and ho’ed, Greatwuld watched with the thought that Princess Tristabelle was the perfect elf specimens. She was tall, leggy, had a slender waist and claimed giant knockers. More than that she was a good submissive bitch.

The Princess was turned onto her stomach where the King slammed her with every ounce of strength in his mammoth body. He had never in all his years fucked someone with such raw disgusting force. Not even Gretawuld could lay claim to being buggered like this. He pounded her slutty ass so hard her eyes bulged from her skull. The heat of delicious, wild bliss passed over her. It had her screaming far louder than she ever thought she could.

“I implore you, my king, bum fuck me hard!”

“Fuck slutty princess hard!” Queen Gertawuld cheered.

The King powered short sharp thrusts into Princess Tristabelle’s bum. Then he pressed pace giving Tristabelle the sensation she was being gored by a rhino. The helpless elf was so horny she tried to hammer her toned ass back at him. But even elves had their limits and she soon collapsed in exhaustion.

It was a few seconds after she collapsed that the great and mighty King let out a booming shout. As his roar filled his throne room his seed filled the princess’ rear. She, herself, let out a scream as pleasure struck her with the suddenness of a whip’s crack.

“Oink!”

“Oink!”

“Oink!”

It took the orcs a moment to realize those pig noises weren’t coming from the elf. They were coming from actual pigs.

“Invasion! Invasion!” They heard a female voice scream.

“Werepigs!” Another voice boomed.

This was all the orc Queen and King needed to enter battle mode and retreat from sex mode. Tristabelle watched in annoyance as the King took up his huge club from behind his throne while Gretawuld grabbed an ax from the wall

Together they sped out the room with Tristabelle yelling, “There are no such things as werepigs!”

Bothered, dismayed and confused, Tristabelle threw on her bikini. She exited the throne room to a hallway of oinking and the clashing of weapons. But her only interest was the armor clad warrior she bumped into.

“Astrid!”

“I found you!” Astrid announced with a smile.

“Are you responsible for the werepigs?”

“Idual the troll is. Along with a troupe of prisoners eager to save their head from the axe. Why is your hair so messy? Why are you covered in sweat? Tristabelle do not tell me…”

“Why is your hair so messy?” Tristabelle retorted. “Why are you covered in sweat?” Astrid, do not tell me…”

“Very well. I will tell you nothing and you may tell me nothing. I do hope you learned something from this ordeal.”

“I have. I wish to take an orc as a lover.”

“No.”

“Several..”

“No.”

“At the same time.”

“We are packing you off to Antarctica.