Despite the novelty of the situation, Morgan couldn’t help but look over at his wife as she continued to ride the ogre’s huge cock. Morgan didn’t feel any less a man because the ogre had a tool that was more that twice the size of his. If anything Morgan reveled in the way his wife was enjoying herself. She was in the midst of balancing herself over Lyhorn’s cock and pumping her thighs to bring his massive organ in and out of her sex.
“Let me,” Lyhorn boomed in his resonant voice. He grabbed ahold of her hips, preventing her from moving. He then started thrusting his hips upward, repeatedly impaling her on his cock. It was almost too much for Cassandra to stand. Her eyes unfocused and the look on her face was one of utter bliss. He was hardly using the full extent of his cock but it was more than enough pleasure for Cassandra.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands and aimlessly flailed them about until Morgan caught one of her hands. That was enough to make her open her eyes fully and focus on her husband.
“Is this okay?” she asked him as he held his wife with one hand and kept the other on Meira’s hip.
“Of course,” he told her.
“I’m fucking an ogre’s cock.”
“You’re fucking an ogre,” he corrected her.
“Uh-huh. I could get used to this.”
“You need a big cock?”
Her smile was lazy and sly. “I never knew I was such a size queen.” She squeezed her eyes shut and started breathing heavily. “I’m almost there. He’s going to make me cum.”
“Go ahead and cum,” Morgan encouraged her.
“Is it okay if I cum?” she asked him, suddenly ashamed of who she was and what she was doing.
“I want you to cum,” Morgan said, dropping her hand and fucking Meira harder.
It wasn’t like Cassandra had much of a choice. She was going to cum whether she wanted to or not. Morgan watched the bliss on her face reach high ecstasy. It warmed his heart to see his wife so happy because he was the ultimate source of her misery.
Seeing her climax and hearing her cries of passion was enough to make Morgan fuck Meira like she was a simple whore he had picked up in the red light district. He emptied the contents of his balls deep inside the slutty elf even as his wife’s orgasm peaked and slowly faded away.
As he paused in his thrusting he became aware of Meira’s busy fingers between her legs.
“I didn’t make you cum,” he said, disappointment in his voice. He felt like he had failed the elf, the complete opposite of how he had felt when he had saved Queen Andromache.
“Few men ever have,” she told him, her fingers diddling her clit. “Even Lyhorn has difficulty getting me off,” She craned her neck around and gave him an evil look. “He’s the one that’s done it the most for me though. Don’t move. I like having a cock in my cunt when I do cum.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her fingers busy. Morgan pulled out of her a tiny bit and circled his forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock, making a tight ring to prevent any blood from flowing back into his body. Meira’s cries of passion were high squeaks that sounded unnatural and painful, but she didn’t stop and Morgan didn’t complain.
He flicked his eyes over to his wife. She was wiped out, exhausted, but Lyhorn wasn’t done with her yes. With his massive hands he kept her in place and continued to thrust upward, using his cock half as a weapon and half as an implement of pleasure. His large balls slapped upward and bouncing around in a fashion that Morgan found disturbing. It didn’t bother the ogre or Cassandra so he kept quiet.
A moment later Lyhorn let out a cry of pleasure that sounded like a war whoop. His balls tightened up and Morgan could see the pulses of ejaculation rolling through the ogre’s cock. A second later thick white cum started to seep out between Lyhorn’s cock and Cassandra’s labia. The amount of spunk he produced was as prodigious as his cock.
The session finally over, Cassandra slumped to her side, but she wasn’t completely spent yet. Somehow she managed to turn and kiss the ogre’s blue lips, unconcerned at the sharp teeth his mouth contained.
“If I were to leave my husband for someone else,” she said, “it would be you…and your cock.”
“Careful, my love,” Morgan said, amused.
“Yes,” Meira chimed in. “You can’t steal my love away from me. You can borrow his cock anytime, though,” the elf added.
The quartet rested a moment in silence. Right before Morgan resolved to get up from the floor, the bedroom door slammed open and Knut came stalking in brandishing his deadly war axe. “Who’s getting killed?” he demanded and then saw the scene in front of him.
“Oh shite,” he cursed. “My apologies, Morgan. I didn’t know…I didn’t know yeh and the missus had guests.”
Morgan didn’t know it was possible to embarrass his dwarf assistant, but apparently it was. His face changed from its earthy tan to a dull crimson before he disappeared back into the hallway. Morgan found himself laughing at the dwarf and his situation.
Chapter Twenty Two
Morgan rolled over and flopped his arm over his wife. Her body felt much thicker than normal, not that there was a normal for Cassandra. The air was also filled with a deep snoring and an odd whistling that was not customary for the wizard’s bedroom.
Rousing himself from slumber, Morgan blinked away the sleep and took a quick survey of the room. Meira and Lyhorn were still sleeping together on the beg that Morgan had magicked into existence on the opposite side of the room. The huge ogre took up most of the space on the bed with Meira curled up into a fetal position under his chin with her backside against his muscular arm. The whistling was coming from her nose and the snoring from his slack mouth.
Turning back to his wife, Morgan was surprised and amused to see the form that Cassandra had taken this morning. “Unexpected,” he said aloud, but to himself. “I should have expected it though.”
Ogres, as he already knew, were a race that had a strong sexual dimorphism built in. The males were massive creatures pushing four hundred pounds and standing eight feet tall. The women usually topped out at barely five feet tall and two hundred pounds. And yet for some reason the males still continued to sport massive sexual organs that the females either suffered under or vocally enjoyed; that issue was up for debate. To see his wife as an ogress was something new.
It wasn’t as sexy as he had hoped.
“Well this is an interesting development,” Morgan commented.
“What is?” asked Cassandra. Her voice was so deep and rich that she sat up, startled at the sounds she had made. “Dear fucking goddess and demonoids,” she cursed. Her hands went to her face and she felt the unfamiliar contours. As an experienced shapeshifter of many years, Cassandra was used to waking up and hearing a new voice and feeling a few face, but they were usually within certain boundaries and parameters that had established a new norm for her. This was something else entirely. She turned to her husband. “Do I want to know?”
“Go to the mirror,” he encouraged her. “I’ve seen you worse.”
“First tell me what happened.”
“You’re an ogre,” he said flatly.
“In the name of the seven hells,” she cursed again and moved heavily out of the bed.
“Technically, you’re an ogress,” said Meira. Their short conversation had woken her up and she stretched out from under Lyhorn’s chin. He rolled over with an enormous grunt. The elf stood up on the bed and stretched giving Morgan an eyeful he hadn’t fully appreciated the evening before. She smiled at him, glad to have male eyes gazing lustily upon her.
“Am I hideous?” asked Meira as she peered into the bronze mirror next to her dressing room. Much like Lyhorn she had blue and black striped skin, but in an elegant pattern. Her head was large and rounded with thick features. Her pointed teeth stuck out between her lips and somehow that wasn’t comfortable.
Even as an ogress, she wasn’t much larger than human norms. Her build was thicker than average and she was d
efinitely stocky, but her breasts were prominent and proud, sticking straight out with no sag. Her body was lean and muscular in all the right spots. She rather liked the feel of the body even if according to most human standards she was a hideous beast.
“I wouldn’t know,” said Meira. “I’ve never met an ogress.”
“You haven’t?”
She shrugged at Cassandra’s question. “Lyhorn has avoided members of his race for obvious reasons.” She sighed. “He doesn’t want to explain me. And as I understand it, ogresses can be rather vicious and jealous.” She poked him in the ribs. He grunted but moved no further. “Want me to wake him up and ask if you’re a sexy ogress or an ugly ogress?”
“I’m not sure.”
“That’s good,” said Meira. “He’s a beast to wake up.” She smiled. “But I find you rather attractive.”
Cassandra didn’t miss the elf’s rather obvious flirting. Since they had a confusing evening, none of the quartet had bothered dressing after they had had sex. Cassandra wasn’t one who was ashamed of her body no matter what the state. Meira had slipped from her bed and showed the exact same amount of shamelessness. Morgan lifted up his knees under the blanket so his growing cock wouldn’t be obvious.
“You do?” Cassandra asked with the same knowing smile.
Meira slowly approached the other woman. “I’ve fucked a male ogre too many time for me to count. Maybe I should add female ogre to my count.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
Morgan wanted to speak up and add his thoughts to their flirting. He was more than happy to encourage it, but he dared not say anything for fear of breaking the spell. While Morgan could make his wife happy when he needed to, he liked watching others do it to her as well. In some ways, that was actually more exciting.
Despite the differences in their races—Cassandra sturdy and thick, Meira fine-boned and slender—there was little difference in their heights. They started with a kiss, Meira doing it carefully, already knowing the danger of an ogre’s sharp teeth. Morgan slipped a hand under the blanket and grasped his cock to stroke it slow and steady, just for the extra stimulation, not for the end goal of self-pleasure.
The two women moved to the bed occupied by Morgan. He silently slid over and let them get comfortable together. He would have expected that Meira would enjoy the superior position because of Cassandra’s larger size, but he was wrong. The elf rolled and moved to make sure she was under the shapeshifter.
“What do you want?” Cassandra said, aware that she was being maneuvered.
“Go down on me,” Meira practically begged. “I want to see if you do it differently than Lyhorn.”
Cassandra anxiously fingered her sharp teeth. “It’ll be dangerous.”
Meira gave her another kiss. “That makes it more exciting.”
The elf showed how limber she was in spreading her legs wide, giving Cassandra’s blocky head access to her cunt. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of Lyhorn snoring and Cassandra lapping at Meira’s pretty pink cunt. After a minute of tension Meira let out a long, slow, luxurious groan. Whatever Cassandra was doing, she was doing it right.
The shapeshifter lifted her face from Meira’s tiny cunt. “You like that?”
“By the goddess, yes. You worship her perfectly.” Meira cupped her fingers under Cassandra’s prominent chin. “Let me tell you a secret. No…two secrets.”
“What are they?” Cassandra’s long tongue came out and licked the elf one more time from taint to clit.
Meira’s moan was just loud enough to cover the increasingly urgent sounds of Morgan’s masturbation. She caught Cassandra’s chin once more. “Ogre spit is the goddess’s natural aphrodisiac. I thought it was just the males, but apparently it works for the females as well.” Meira pushed Cassandra’s face back far enough so that Morgan could see in less than a minute the elf’s cunt had blossomed to a beautiful engorged red. She was ready to be fucked.
The little revelation meant nothing to Cassandra. Pushing her face forward she once more licked Meira’s sex. “And the second secret?”
The little elf laughed. “Your husband is watching us and he doesn’t know which of us to fuck first.” Meira caught Morgan’s eye and he knew he had been caught, but he didn’t care and neither did she.
Morgan tossed back the sheets and showed off his fully erect cock. Meira licked her lips in anticipation of how he would use it. To her disappointment he didn’t offer her a taste of his cock, already sporting a bead of precum on the tip. Instead Morgan moved behind his wife and knelt between her legs, cock in hand, lining up his sex with hers. Even though she didn’t have the advantage of another person’s tongue busy between her legs, her cunt was already sopping wet.
He inserted the head and tried to get the measure of her cunt before thrusting deep. Cassandra turned her head, taking her attention from her new lover to focus on her husband for a moment, “You’ve never fucked an ogre before, have you, my love?”
“Ogress,” he corrected her.
“Ogress,” Meira corrected her.
“But no, never,” Morgan added.
“This will be new for both of us,” she said before lowering her face back to Meira’s eager cunt. Both women were eager for the shapeshifter to resume her erotic meal.
Morgan grabbed ahold of Cassandra’s substantial hips and started to push into the body his wife currently occupied.
The bedroom door was slammed open to reveal a wild-eyed Lili. The disruption was enough to make Morgan pull back out of his wife. It was also enough to startle Cassandra which caused her to nip Meira’s well-prepared cunt which in turn caused the elf to cry out, not because of the pain, but because Cassandra had inadvertently given the elf an unexpected orgasm. The sounds together were enough to rouse Lyhorn from his slumber. He rolled off the magically created bed which then promptly disappeared with a *pop* when it sensed that it was empty, disappearing back to whatever universe needed an unlimited supply of unoccupied beds at the beck and call of over-sexed wizards.
“Krog’s cock!” he cursed, annoyed at the surprise.
“Boss!” cried Lili. “We’ve got problems.” She took in the scene in front of her and wasn’t the least bit fazed by what she saw. Perhaps she had been warned by Knut, or perhaps she had seen—and participated in—worse debauchery in her time at Miss Brandywine’s.
“Now is not the time, Lili!” Morgan complained, his cock still in hand. He considered just thrusting it back in and listening to Lili prattle on while he fucked his wife. After all, how many more risk-free chances at fucking an ogress would he have?
“We’ve got an envoy from the king waiting for you downstairs,” Lili reported.
“Not the time,” Morgan repeated and willed his cock not to wilt. He pushed forward into Cassandra’s inflamed cunt and managed to get all the way inside her, up to his balls. She let out a pleasant groan and reached back between her legs to squeeze his balls, letting him know she appreciated his efforts despite the distraction. She squeezed a little too hard and he groaned more than he intended to.
“It’s not just an envoy,” Lili went on.
“I don’t give a hairy fuck,” Morgan said, pulling back to make Cassandra release his balls, which she did reluctantly.
“Boss—”
“Have him fucking wait in the consultation room!” Morgan all but screamed at her. “Have Cookie bring refreshments. I need to fuck my wife and then I’ll deal with whatever petty problem the king’s envoy might have.”
Lili pursed her thin lips. It was not an attractive look for an orc or for a half-orc like her. “Okay,” she said conversationally. “I’m sure the queen won’t mind waiting.” She backed out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
“Finally,” Morgan grumbled and started thrusting his cock in and out of his wife before the magical moment was gone.
Both Meira and Cassandra were looking at him.
The magic of the moment was gone.
“Fuck,” h
e cursed. “By Zod’s pendulous balls, she said ‘queen’, didn’t she?”
“Yes,” they said in chorus.
Morgan didn’t bother with all of his official regalia. He made himself presentable enough but he was done with the uncomfortable robe and hat.
The queen was waiting for him, just as Lili had promised, in the consultation room. There was a single nervous royal guard waiting outside the room. Morgan paused a moment and looked at the man. He was nervous and it showed. Sweat was pouring off the man’s face even in the coolness of the tower.
“Anything I should know, my good man?” Morgan asked conversationally.
The soldier shook his head. “No, my lord.”
Morgan grunted. “What’s her mood?”
“Unhappy,” the soldier reported.
“Such is the state for most queens.”
A small grin crept across the man’s face. “The same for my wife.”
Morgan smiled grimly and pushed the door open.
The queen was indeed waiting for him. She had seated herself in the most comfortable chair. She was unhappy. She was also incredibly young and beautiful.
“Are you the reason my husband is currently fucking another woman in my bed?” she demanded of Morgan.
He twisted his head slightly. “I think you might have your facts slightly askew, my queen.”
“I was told you were the one who brought me back from death. My husband married another woman and you are the reason. Tell me why I shouldn’t have…well, not the royal guards…tell me why I shouldn’t have my family’s legionnaires kill you.”
“Because that won’t get you your husband back,” Morgan said mildly. “Has King Hievard banished you?”
Queen Andromache leapt to her feet. “Yes! He said our marriage is over. He has a new wife now.” She sucked in another breath and Morgan was certain that she was going to launch into a tirade complaining about his meddling. He was wrong.
She started to cry. “He loved me. He abandoned me for another. Can you…can you help me?”
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