My Cump Dump Miracle

My Cump Dump Miracle

Bravest of the Nararu approached me on tip-toes, a girl with small perky tits and a sporty build. A long prehensile swirled behind her hips, her enormous girldick was at nearly full mast, and her eyes were locked on mine. Purple green patterns shifted through her skin.

“Really want to be helping?” ske asked, curious. “Free use?”

“Nhaahhh...” I moaned softly, keeping my mouth open in invitation.

“Hurry!”

“No dwaddling. Want to try purple girl too!”

“Cock already so hard~” A Nararu gecko girl was clenching her thighs together and gritting her teeth, while stroking herself reluctantly.

“Lots and lots of Nararu welcome free use stranger,” said the one before me. “Funny idea, but nice!”

She stepped before me. Thick fruity sweet scent of precum and exotic gecko-girl juices filled my nose and head in a single breath. Gods, I wanted to taste her and drown in their juices and gunk. I let out another helpless moan, wriggling my arms against the sealed shackles. They really were inescapable. Helplessness and public exposure cooked a mother of all lusts in my naughty bits.

I dripped. Sticky strandy hot droplets of Ion-fluids were dribbling onto the stone slab beneath my thoroughly wet ass. I let out a pleading mewl, drunk on the stench and sight of the girldick before me. Please. Cock.

“You wanna get hairtie?” she asked.

I blinked, taken out of the moment.

“Hair’s gonna get sticky! Not fun.”

“Uhm... Y-yeah. I-if you could.” Embarrassing! How had I not thought of that. Ugh, it would be horror eating cum from a bowl with hands behind my back if hair went everywhere.

“Then wait moment!” The girl removed a snap of ornate rope tying her own deep purple hair. She had to inch closer while gathering my hair. Her cock flopped onto my face. A hard girldick radiated heat and pulsed against my cheek, mouth, and forehead. My sex spasmed with need. Stuff broke in my brain.

I panted uselessly against it, dreaming of ways it and the other cocks around me could fill me up, while the cute girl gathered my hair and tied it. After a moment, she made a joyful sound.

“Ready! Looking pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Made a nice fluffy bun. Tight. Secure. Good for gripping.”

Nghhh. “Thanks,” I managed to say despite the mind numbing arousal. Her cock was still dominating my face, just resting there.

I heard a slutty squelch of an elf throat being penetrated. Shadada let out a gagged squeal. Someone started pounding her face hard. Fuck. Fuck. Need it. Please now...

Snaps moaned. From the corner of my eye I saw a gecko girl spread her legs wide open and begin breeding her. The former piratess screamed in pleasure. Geckogirl cock made a bump in her tummy. My own womb clenched in second hand pleasure-pain.

O my gosh, they’re gonna breed and fuck us dumb, I realized. So many of them. Hundreds. We might never be free again.

“Okay, you ready? All nice? Feeling really, really hard,” said the girl resting her dick on my face.

“Y-yehhh... Where?”

“I wanna try mouth!” she declared cheerfully. “I’m gonna use horns okay? Always wanted to try hold horns when using mouth. It’s fine, right?”

“Nnhh... Uhu.”

She grabbed her dick and started helping the tip towards my lips. I accepted it eagerly, savoring the first fruity inches of gecko girldick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her and myself. Together with her, at her pace, I began working her length inside me, gulping down chokingly thick inches, letting her rest and pull out as she needed.

My vision misted with tears when she passed the back of my throat and began sliding deeper. I blinked rapidly, clenched my fists, and swallowed like a good little cum dump. Unyielding steel hugged my neck and cock filled my throat. That sense of helplessness and humiliation when her girth molded my flesh into a toy for her pleasure ticked loose many of the slut-screws in my brain. I groaned.

The girl above me shivered, moaning. “S-so... ahhh...”

I sucked her deeper in.

Another gasp left her lips. Her intense lizard gaze locked on me.

Fuck it did something funny to my head. To be stared down by a girl with her hands on my horns, surrounded by sounds of my friends being used as chained slaves, the feeling of helplessness my own bondage, and the hubbub of a hundred-something strong crowd ready to use us like cum rags. She slid deeper. It bulged inside me. I couldn’t breathe. Those eyes, fuck. More cock slid down into me. More. More. All of it.

A slick and smooth pubic mound booped into my nose. Slimy fruity girl fluids seeped onto my tongue from the base of the cock. My long tongue tasted the edge of the hairless lizard girl pussy, reaching for the spot where their cock-clitoris parted their folds.

“G-good.” The girl above me panted, her face hot and horny for me. Pink patterns pulsated on her skin and eyes. “Y-you can’t breathe?”

Fully gagged and choked by her cock, I met her eyes and let out a pathetic gurgle. The slow asphyxiation felt like a brazier inside me, feeding hot lust oil to my arousal. I wiggled my hips and shackled wrists while remaining obediently on my knees, keeping my chest thrust out for her and the crowd’s pleasure. My tail slapped the ground excitedly behind me.

“She likes choking!” observed one audience member.

“The dark elf too!”

“I think they all do. Why else collars?”

“They like bindings and choking and cum, that much is obvious.”

“You think it’s nice? Maybe bindings and choking and cum is fun?”

“What else do they like?”

“I wanna try, I wanna try! Mememe next!”

My throat convulsed and I almost coughed. Gosh, I was really choking now. My arms struggled on instinct, seeking freedom to dislodge the girl from my throat.

“O-oh... sorry! I’ll just... I use the horns now okay?” asked the girl above me.

I made a long gagged whine against her and spanked my tail against the ground.

Gripping horns, she pushed me off. I gasped spit and air. She pulled me back. Hot hard girlmeat interrupted my inhale. Full again. Choking. I almost came a little and felt something thicker start to trickle down my thigh. She pushed. Pulled. I melted into a whore and just held my face open, keeping my lips and mouth molded to her shape, while keeping my teeth away from her, accepting my role as her toy.

Cock ground against my face hole. Filled, choked. Empty, gasping. Filled, choked. Empty, gasping. I felt pleasure throb through her. She closed her eyes in a face of delight and groaned. Her pace intensified. I kept my spine taut and made myself usable.

A leash clinked at my neck. Half-choked breaths and ugly slurps came out of me. Spit flew and gushed sloppily. My body getting slick with sweat and spit. Girl juices simmering into a sticky mess between my legs. So hot and horny, could probably take any cock. Hard, soft, big, small, doesn’t matter. Anything could slip into me.

Every time instincts pulled at my arms, the shackles reminded me that I was bound and helpless. I was close. So close. Just fill me and I’d cum. Anything. Anyone. Cock please.

She let out a bestial groan and buried my face into her sex. Her tail lashed out and snapped around my collared neck. She squeezed and came screaming.

“Nnghh, c-close!” Nararu held my horns tight. “W-where?”

Mnngh. Gurgled and moaned against the cock choking my throat.

“Where to cum?”

Cum pumped straight into my gullet. My eyelids shuddered. Air wasn’t getting into my brain. I swallowed along her length.

“She wants it in the bowl!”

I wriggled. Chains clinked. I tried to communicate in broken, gasping moans, while reaching behind my butt with bound arms and spreading my ass cheeks. Anywhere, cum inside me, anywhere.

“The bowl!?”

The girl pulled out, mid orgasm. Hot sticky white splashed on my face, blinding one eye. Droplets smattered all over my breasts. The tail continued choking me. I grit my teeth, struggling in vain against the shackles as blackness neared. A hand on one horn, the girl before me hunched over, groaning in pleasure while she jerked off her spit-and-cum slicked member. Big dollops of her cream shot out into the clay bowl and the floor around it.

Not enough unfucked braincells left to explain that miracle would prevent pregnancy, bodily functions, and all nasty stuff from interfering. Though it might also trap us here forever, unless we fulfilled the condition.

My eyes wandered our surroundings. Tens of bowls of cum rested around us, spilling. Half again the amount was on the ground however, spread about in clumpy puddles around us. And half again that was sliding off of our bodies and holes.

Grunting with effort, I squirmed my legs between my body and the floor and raised my face off the ground. A jungle of sticky strands snapped between my abdomen, breasts, and face. Gravity slapped them back down onto me. More slid out of my rear holes. I started swallowing lumps from my nasal cavity and licking the worst of it from around my lips. Gulping cum, I heard the other two struggle upright-ish.

“Ahh, kraken’s butt, we’re doomed,” said Snaps, looking at the cum around us.

“Have faith in our goddess. She’ll teach us.”

“Teach what? I’m filled up.”

“A miracle,” said Shadada.

Snaps snorted cum, then coughed.

I was licking the stuff as it dribbled down my face, cleaning my nose and chin, luxuriating in the cocktail of slutty bliss – the restraints, our degradedness, my raw and bloated holes, the hot sense of being abandoned in middle of a town, the knowledge of being forced to serve them as relief toys.

“Ahhhn.”

“Behold, our gorgeous slave goddess, bathed in cum and moonlight, she awakens.”

“She’s just cumming again...”

“She awakens,” insisted Shadada.

I came again a little.

Then, shuddering, I faced the other two kneeling slaves beside me. “We begin with the bowls.”

“There’s like twenty!”

“We must. They’re the messiest. Bound, we can’t eat clean. Come.” I couldn’t walk. My body was too sore for that, but I could remain on my knees and ass and waddle-wiggle through the puddle, so I weaved my way to the bowls with a sloshing belly.

They spread before me like a demonic punishment meant to make uppity slaves cry and beg for mercy. Oh gosh it was gonna be horrible. I whimpered a little at the thought, but mastered myself.

Arms neatly tucked against the small of my back, thighs together, I bent. Mouth open, I aahned and scooped down. My tongue couldn’t reach the bowl without my chin dipping into it, so I let it stain my chin. The thick stench of spunk filled my head all over again. I nearly gagged. My eyes teared again, but I pushed myself to eat it like a good little slut. Scoop after scoop, glug, glug.

I felt the other two’s gazes on me and eyes of several geckofolk villagers up late. What must they think, watching me voluntarily shackle myself, beg for cum, get raped, and then start stuffing myself on their spillings?

I felt so embarrassed. So demeaned. My head spun deep into sub space again.

Sticky and thick and way too fruity, I struggled to swallow it. My nose and face kept dipping as arousal wobbled my balance. I kept eating, forcing it down.

Shackles clinked as two others dragged themselves beside me. Our gulps and whimpers filled the night air.

“I can’t,” cried Snaps, opening up to let it spill.

I helped her by kissing it back down her throat. She needed help several times and both Shadada obliged, feeding her.

Bowls emptied slowly, then cleaned out.

Hours had passed by the last bowl. All three of us were feeling pregnant, swollen. But we’d fatten up for sure if this kept up for more than three days, so we had to do this now. Three days in a row we’d eat it all.

“The floor,” I croaked. “The floor next.”

Snaps was on her back, sobbing and moaning. She was done.

Shadada, however, still managed to shuffle around.

Together, we bent our asses up and set our tongues to the stone. We slurped up the big piles of gunk and cleaned the grooves and puddles. Slowly, lick by lick, we removed the evidence of our public use party.

Snaps had digested well enough to join the last bit. It didn’t need saying out loud, when time came to clean ourselves.

I licked them first. It was my duty as their useless pervy goddess.

Cleaning their toes and feet made them squirm. Licking their legs had them panting with desire. I serviced their holes when their turn came, making sure to give each a loving orgasm they deserved, both anal and clitoral. I worshiped their supple bodies then, licking Shadada’s muscles and Snaps’ taut sunkissed skin until they knew they were loved. When the turn came for their faces, it devolved into sloppy tired make out.

Then came my turn.

“On your knees,” ordered Snaps.

I stood up as high as my trembling legs allowed. “Nghh, like this?”

“Hold still.”

A hot wet tongue tickled my back. “Aaah!”

It pressed hard into my sore flesh. I suppressed a grunt. Cool saliva replaced the sticky cum my skin. Two tongues worked my back, avoiding the bruises. They moved to my arms, cleaning it all up and suckling my fingers for a few unnecessarily long minutes (which made me squirm and moan) before ordering me again.

“On your back.”

I obeyed and settled to lie before them. “Ahh... h-how do you want my legs?”

“Keep them spread straight.”

“Okay.” I spread-eagled myself for them.

Two impossibly gorgeous chained slaves hovered above me, drinking in the sight of my filthy body. They let me squirm there for a bit and simply watched me grow in horniness.

Then, they leaned in. Breasts drooped to give me tantalizing views of each girl. Eyes sought mine. We spoke of despises and passions without a word.

Soft tender tongues touched my body. One tickled my tummy. Another traced a brain-melting journey from my neck to my ear. They did not come at me with the intent on cleaning me of cum. They made me beg.

For more teasing.

For another orgasm.

And for more.

The moon had traveled a long path through the night by the time we became a clean hot pile of chained slaves without a drop of sperm on us. We cuddled to sleep against the obelisk in a lewd lesbian sex slave pile.

When slumber took me to dreams, I was certain we could do it. The miracle would be a bit harder to pull off than I’d thought, but we could do it. And when we did it would truly qualify as a miracle!

The next morning began with the Nararu shaman arriving. She was older, taller, and a bit more muscular than the rest.

The three of us formed an obedient line of kneeling sluts before her, wet, horny, and oh so prepared to be used.

The shaman glared down at us with a smoldering heat that made my tail twirl. Then she spat on my face.

“Nhhaaahh!” I groaned in pleasure.

She grabbed my hair cruelly and lifted my face up. “I know what you are,” she whispered. “Another blasphemer foreigner trying to sell weird religion to my triber so we become slaves to wizard masters. I can smell it on you. Divine powers. You think you’re smart with your gods and goddesses, performing miracles. Hah!”

Her grin was so evil. So hot. I squirmed against her grip. “Nghh...” Use me lizard mommy. Fuck me up!

“I heard your spell,” she said. “Three days you say. Hah. Maybe you can drink Nararu dry, but can you clean bowls at night if ancestral spirits come for you?”