Wild Wastes

by Randi Darren

  Fes moaned each time as he drove deep into her, pushing his seed as deeply as possible. The quivering Orc moaned into the bed while clenching and unclenching her hands in the comforter.

  Pulling himself out of Fes, and mentally disengaging from her, Vince shuffled back on his knees. Taking a seat on his shins Vince surveyed his work.

  Fes’ knees went out from under her and she lay in the bed. A moaning gasping mess. She shook from head to toe. Her legs spasmed once or twice, her eyes distant as she gazed out at nothing.

  Then he released the Dryads from his mental domination and looked to Karya.

  “Clean it,” Vince said, pointing at his stained member. It oozed seed and was liberally coated in Fes’ own liquid.

  The demand was heavy in tone. There was no room for arguments. Only obeisance.

  Karya leapt forward, her hands pressing to his knees as her mouth engulfed him hungrily. She pushed him down her throat and closed her eyes as her lips wrapped around his hilt.

  Soft suckling noises could be heard as she did her best to obey. Inside her mouth, her tongue spun crazily, wildly around his length. Scrubbing him with it.

  “Thank you Karya,” Vince said, petting Karya’s head as she worked diligently.

  “Daphne, please take our Fes and set her down so she can watch.”

  Daphne moved forward, her gaze locked on Karya’s head as she lifted Fes from the bed. Gathering up the Orc like a child she set her down on the ground with her back against the wall.

  Patting Karya on the brow. “That’s enough.”

  Karya slid her head back and her lips came free with a pop. She gave him a cat who got the canary smile and watched him from under her brows as she slithered back towards her original spot. Slowly she got to her feet and leaned up against the wall.

  Vince tugged gently on the trees inside him as he lifted a hand to Petra.

  Immediately he could feel the trees revitalize him, pushing energy into him so he could perform again.

  The soldier ant came forward slowly. Concern written on her features. Vince realized the reason for her hesitation. He could never bend her over as he had Fes.

  Crooking a finger to her he waited with a smile.

  Petra sidled up beside the bed and then moved in close.

  He pressed his lips to her ear.

  “Lay on your back, my soldier. I want you to make eye contact with everyone, make sure you watch them, as they watch you. I want you to feel their eyes on you. To know that you’re being watched. That is my desire of you, my desire of my second. I love you.”

  Vince pulled back from her ear and waited.

  Petra’s face turned a deep scarlet. Then she lifted herself up, and carefully laid herself down on the bed, her torso and abdomen facing the ceiling. Then she spread her six legs and laid her arms down beside her head.

  Shifting forward Vince took himself in his right hand. His tip caught in her lips and he pushed the head into her. Hitching his knees up under her topmost pair of legs he set his knees into her sides.

  Pinning her wrists together with his left hand he clenched his hand shut.

  Reaching up with his right hand he casually thumbed a nipple and fondled her breasts. Then he sunk the full length of himself into her with one smooth movement.

  Petra inhaled quickly and laid her head back on the edge of the bed. Reaching up with his right hand he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and peeled her head back and to the side, forcing her eyes up to the others.

  Where he started hard and slow with Fes, with Petra he went fast and deliberate.

  Wet sloshing noises could be heard under Petra’s high pitched whining moans. Gripping tight into the flesh of her forearms Vince linked back into Thera’s mind.

  Looking up he snared her with his eyes and devoured her mentally again. He turned loose on her all the feelings of his previous climax and enjoying Petra right here and now. The feeling of her, and how it would feel if it was her.

  Her soft Elven body being broken beneath him.

  She lasted almost as long as the first time before he was forced to turn her loose. Her knees buckled as he did so but she regained her balance and kept standing. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth hung open.

  Petra was whimpering and moaning beneath him, her hips bucking wildly as he pummeled her.

  Instead of taking Elysia and Eva separately after seeing how little Thera could handle, he grabbed them both together with his thoughts.

  Encouraged by Petra’s wild abandon, he drowned Elysia and Eva in the dark part of his mind. The part that had been waking up from his Dryads. The part that wanted to bend and break them to his will.

  To break his Elves and demean them as the concubines they called themselves.

  He dumped an endless stream of thoughts and desires into them. Most specifically he forced their own perspectives into what was being done to Petra. To make them live it out as if it were them.

  Elysia crumpled immediately, dropping down to her bottom and sitting on the floor. Eva slumped over and laid in Elysia’s lap as they stared at Vince, and he stared back at them.

  Petra’s legs shot up and pressed into the ceiling above them as she cried out. Vince lifted her arms further above her head, pulling harder at her hair. Her head was twisted further, bending her like the plaything she wanted to be.

  Vince felt his climax spiral out rapidly, and he had to cut Elysia and Eva loose a touch rougher than he wanted.

  Then he smashed his way into the minds of all three Dryads again. Winding them rapidly into his orgasm he drug them mentally through his wants and emotions.

  Slipping into Petra’s mind he burned up the part of her mind that he now recognized as her pleasure center from his experience with Berenga.

  Petra made a hiccup like noise that turned into a gurgling moan as her body went rigid.

  Vince ground himself up against his soldier ant as he unloaded his hot seed into her. Holding his breath as his body shuddered, Vince pumped into her twice more.

  He grunted as he finished. Easing himself back from her, his eyes fell on her slit. It pulsed and quivered, a small trickle of what he’d left behind seeping out.

  Taking a seat on his backside he put his knees out in front of himself. Finally, he released the three Dryad’s from his mental choke hold after he calmed down.

  Meeting Daphne’s eyes he started to lift his hand to point to his crotch. It was once more slick with thick seed and whatever Petra had left on him.

  He hadn’t even opened his mouth to give her the order before she practically appeared in front of him, her hands pushing his knees apart to get more access to him.

  She buried his tip in her throat and moaned lewdly, pressing her face hard against his lower stomach as if to get more. Her hands gripped his nuts and began to knead them, as if she could milk him directly.

  Wrapping his hand into her hair he pushed her head in closer, making sure she kept deep throating him. He was almost sure she couldn’t even breathe at this point.

  “That’s great, Daphne. Just like that,” Vince murmured, fingers curling in her hair tighter. Daphne mewled and sucked harder on him in response.

  “Karya, pick up our Second and settle her. Just like Fes please.”

  Responding immediately, Karya slid her arms under Petra and lifted her easily. She carried her to the corner and set her down, propping her head up on Fes’ shoulder.

  They’re so strong now. All that magical energy straight into their trees clearly changed them.

  Letting go of Daphne’s head he pulled on the trees inside him again. Once more he felt his sex drive surge, his energy skyrocket.

  “Daphne, Karya, bring me Meliae. Put her on her back. One of you hold her left arm and leg, the other her right arm and leg. Keep her splayed and open for me.

  “Do well, and I’ll reward you both, later.”

  As if they were wolves on a scent, Daphne peeled herself off Vince as Karya’s head whipped around. Meliae blinked and took a step
back before the other two Dryad’s attacked her.

  They wrapped her up with strong arms and hands, lifting her bodily from the ground. Then dropped her onto the bed in front of Vince like a sacrifice. Daphne and Karya then cranked her arms and legs back, spreading her wide for him.

  The view was lovely. He admired the full chested and curvy little Dryad.

  Vince crawled atop her, set the tip to her entrance, and slammed himself into her dripping channel.

  Meliae let out a gasp that turned into a deep moan. Her arms and legs spasmed against Daphne and Karya. Vince bit her ear fiercely, almost to the point of drawing blood.

  “My precious Dryad. Time to show everyone what you Dryad’s want. I’ve been pulling in the Elves for part of this. This time, I’m going to let everyone dwell in your mind. To share all those nasty thoughts and wants that pop up in there,” Vince promised.

  He knew her mind. She couldn’t help herself. She’d have thoughts that would burn her with shame. Shame that would burn hot and fierce. In turn making her want more, and then burn even deeper with shame.

  Meliae made a soft squeak as she thought on his words.

  “From you, my third, I want your eggs. All of them. I want you to make as many of them available as you can. We’re going to see how many I can seed in one load. Your eggs are mine, I might as well fertilize them all. Right?”

  “Yes,” whispered Meliae. He couldn’t mistake the excitement, mind crushing shame, and want in her voice. “Yours. All yours. Every one.”

  “Good.”

  Meliae’s eyes were fully green, and glowing now.

  To start, Vince gently cupped the minds of Fes and Petra, then opened a window into Meliae’s from their own.

  Then he grabbed the mind of his Elves, Daphne, and Karya, then linked it to Meliae’s directly. Then he opened up the floodgates to Meliae and let it crash over them all with every single memory of what he’d ever done to Meliae.

  And then showed them every one of her desires of him.

  Easing her head to the side with his brow, he bit deep into her neck, sucking hard. He was intent to mark her visibly.

  He rocked his hips back and forth as hard and fast as he could. Driving his shaft through her like a hammer pounding on a nail.

  The tiny Dryad shuddered with each blow of his hips, her voice coming out in gasps and grunting moans.

  Reaching up with his left hand he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, forcing her to meet the eyes of all three elves, along with Petra and Fes. It also forced her to bare more of her neck to him.

  Letting go with his teeth he drove them back into a different stretch of unblemished pale skin. For a moment he swore he tasted blood in his mouth.

  Meliae cried out, her body flexing. Daphne and Karya held her in place forcing her to accept everything.

  Vince glanced up to find the three Elves, Fes, and Petra all staring at Meliae as they were flooded with sexual scenes, emotions, needs, and the twisted desires of a Dryad.

  Thera finally succumbed and sunk slowly to her knees to lean up against Elysia.

  Meliae, lost in her own world cried out between hip shaking, breath taking, thrusts.

  “More! Harder! Harder! Break me!”

  As she always managed, she spurred him on. That strange magic that she held over his libido.

  “Defile me! Own me! Fill me with your seed,” she cried out, only to be silenced with a grunt as he hammered his member home into her. “Your personal flower pot!” She grunted, then moaned as his hips crashed into her over and over. “All of your seed into me!”

  Releasing the bruised flesh in his teeth he bit down where her neck met her shoulder.

  Meliae whimpered, deliberately turning her head further, offering up more flesh to him.

  The pounding she was taking was audible. Each and every slap of flesh punctuated with filthy demands from the Dryad’s sweet mouth and full lips between growling grunts and moans.

  Vince gave in to the need and pumped her as hard as he could, his member rapidly expanding and flexing as he unloaded syrupy seed into her.

  As he he’d done with the other two, he sent enough stimulation through her pleasure center to even melt a Dryad’s wanton nature.

  “Yes! Yes! Give me it!” Meliae cried, her voice breaking as it became a wordless scream. Her thighs and arms pulled hard at her Dryad handlers, desperately trying to wrap herself around Vince so he couldn’t pull away if he tried.

  Then, he pushed the Elves, both Dryads, Fes, and Petra’s minds into Meliae’s hip breaking orgasm.

  Gasping out a breath Vince pushed hard against Meliae, who ground her hips into him, squeezing the walls of her channel for all she was worth. Her breath was caught as her scream ended, unable to even breathe.

  As the last burst left him he collapsed atop his Dryad.

  His eyes focused on the naked Elves against the wall who looked dazed. He unclipped everyone from Meliae and closed the window into her mind. As everyone was released from the communal orgasm Meliae finally took a breath.

  As one, the Elves sat taking gulping breaths against one another.

  Looking to the used and naked Fes and Petra he found they looked wiped out.

  Daphne and Karya, let go of Meliae’s limbs and then started to bicker quietly about something over his head.

  The now released Meliae slumped into the bed, her arms and legs too heavy to lift.

  “I love it,” she gasped. “When you break me.” Meliae took another deep breath. “Sweetling.”

  Vince chuckled once at that.

  Four hands promptly eased him onto his back, away from Meliae. He slid out of her, the tip dripping with seed and smeared with fluid from hilt to head.

  Daphne and Karya’s heads appeared by his groin. Vince was tired but realized what they’d been arguing about. Laying a hand on each of their heads he eased them towards his shaft.

  They each took a side, starting at the base. Their lips pressed against each others around his girth. Each ran their tongues over him greedily and inched their way to the top.

  Their tongues battled back and forth when they reached the end. Before they could get into trouble, Vince tightened his hands in their hair.

  Then he pulled Daphne’s head down along his length. He forced her head up and down twice slowly. Leisurely.

  After that he pulled her back and forced Karya to deep throat him next. Pushing her head down an extra third time he then released them both and let out an exhausted sigh.

  Both Dryads went back to taking turns downing him. Licking and slurping at him. Four hands squeezed and fondled his jewels as they chattered back and forth quietly.

  Vince didn’t care. A cursory sweep of everyone’s mind told him he’d done what he set out to do. All knew their place, or what it would be.

  All were content.

  Chapter 26

  Vince dragged a sleeve across his brow and then stood up. He’d never had a green thumb, but even he could help to prepare soil.

  Putting one hand on his hip he looked up into the sky and wished for a breeze that wasn’t coming.

  He was on the eastern outskirts of the city that would be. Buildings were going up rapidly, roads were being paved, industries being kicked into high gear and churning out products.

  Things were on track.

  “Den master!” called a high pitched voice.

  Looking around Vince finally identified who was calling out to him. It was one of his Ratfolk.

  Vince waved at the two foot creature as it scurried towards him. It was flanked by several of it’s den mates. Waiting patiently, Vince slung the hoe he’d been using up on his shoulder.

  “Den master,” said the one in the lead. They came to a sliding halt in front of him. Dirt sprayed across his boots and a pebble rattled off his shin. “We sighted humans. Coming this way from the west. Many. Unmounted. They follow the tracks. Here in a sun and a half.”

  They weren’t the brightest, but they’d proved insanely loya
l to him and good scouts.

  “Good work. Get your den mates into the warren and sleep. I’ll need you tonight. As a reward for your excellent service, you can claim an extra item from the depot,” Vince said with a grin. He fished out a circular token from his pocket, checked that it had a number one on it, then handed it over.

  “Den master, thank you. We go.” The Ratfolk looked pleased. After a quick confirmation with each other, they took off at a sprint.

  They weren’t given much in the way of respect previously, he gathered. Rewards and positive affirmation went a long way for them because of that.

  Elysia had been beyond wise to recommend them as scouts.

  Thinking of the High Elf he turned his head to find her sitting not far from him. She had found a large rock and floated it over, turning it into a seat. She was reading over some book she’d dug out of his library.

  Thera and Eva were some fifty feet behind her. Engaged in some light sparing. They’d started working with Fes,Petra, Daphne, and Karya to up their martial prowess.

  Elysia’s style of combat didn’t lend itself to sparing. Things were either on fire or not.

  The High Elf’s blue eyes flicked up to him over the top of the page she was on. If his eyesight wasn’t as good as it was, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

  She’d developed a habit of watching him. He’d politely ignored it most of the time. Her eyes remained glued to him when she realized he was watching her.

  Tilting his head to one side he wondered if it would be better to see the Fairies himself or send Elysia.

  Slowly the High Elf lowered the book down, as if to make sure he knew she was aware of his gaze.

  He set the handle of the hoe against his thigh then brushed his hands against the work tunic he was wearing.

  No, we’re done here.

  Vince grimaced and then pulled the work tunic off over his head. Picking up the hoe he set off for Elysia.

  Elysia stood up from the rock and looked back to her sisters then to him. Closing the book in her hand she smoothed out her dress with the other.

  “My Liege, what may I do for you?” Elysia asked him when he got within range.