New Faces

"Strange… Why did they increase the number of my guards this time?" - I thought waking up. "There has never been more than one after the first couple of centuries."

I look in turns at the glutes of two women standing guard relatively close to the bars of my cage. They sit with their pelvises perked up upon their great riding tigers. Their saddles are attached with usual phallic extensions which disappear deep inside their vaginas.

Two other female warriors armed with bows stand on their feet with their backs also turned to me yet further away. Their shapely asses may not be perked upward like their lancer sisters, but their half-naked figures still look nice in the dim light of variously colored glowing crystals.

"I guess it must be my lucky day to have such a variety to keep me company." - I think.

Approaching the wooden bars I focus my eyes to study the right rider's anal region which is easy to see in full due to the way she sits. Her bright purple skin and long blue hair cannot hide the maze of lines leading towards a connecting center. I gaze upon the randomly winking muscle knowing full well that there is nothing new or special about it. There is however a slight redness and swelling which suggests an intense and frequent penetration that may also take place recently. The guard does not pay attention to my approach.

Vaginal fluid runs down from the stiff saddle-rod which the rider sometimes adjusts herself to. The base of a shaft displays a beginning of a bumpy, seemingly grape-wine-like pattern.

I sigh with ease - my new guards are most likely not any different from the old ones.

Contemplating if I should repeat what I've done not less than a million times over I quickly conclude that I haven't seen any different visitors to my root corner for a few centuries. The very thought alone sparks great excitement.

Suddenly, a pulling sensation grabs at the center of my chest and brings with it a great lusting hunger for that lance-maid's carelessly exposed asshole. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes as I promptly grab at my member. With my sight zoning deep between her buttcheeks, I finally motion for the pleasure to flow. I do not attempt to be subtle about it, but still, proceed quieter than usual while squeezing and rubbing myself. I still know nothing about these new guards, but I have high hopes that at any time the rider before me will lose control and begin going up and down her saddle shaft. Maybe with more luck, the whole group will lose their restraint and begin a mindless orgy. Perhaps even put up a show for me or press themselves against my jail bars.

None of that happens as I continue doing my best to enjoy a view of the purple-skinned angel's back hole. While I drown in a deep stare into a frequently winking sphincter I notice a drop of oily liquid getting squeezed out of it and stop almost dead-still for a few seconds before moving further down the puffed exterior. Smirking, I chase away any remaining concerns about new guards' discipline and imagine my hard shaft sliding through the soft muscle walls I was fixated on.

Closing my eyes completely I concentrate on remembering a feeling of intimacy with Ashenchesa. To have a better idea of what ass-fucking the angel in front of me would feel like I bring back a sensation of how her soft muscle gives in to my invasion.

Remembering enough, I open my eyes to have another good look at the guard before me, but I instantly notice a glare from a second rider who turned her head and looked at what I was doing. Her cat-like shining irises are reflecting cold light from the crystals. I can read an expression of fury and disgust on her face, I can see clearly now - she was certainly not one of the original thirty-six guards on this island. As much as it is possible, her face looks new to me.

Pleasure escapes as I hesitate to continue pleasing myself under her judging gaze, but shortly after, my sight goes down from her face an onto her massive hanging side breast. The beauty of Alra's angels' tits never got dull to me and once I started, it was easy for me to continue by redirecting my lust towards her.

I return to rubbing myself while looking at the noticing guard's gracefully long and ample body curves. Being barely covered by armor, it is easy to admire the prolonged roundness of her hanging side breast and it's well-visible nipple, her sharp feminine face profile and her equally sharp long ears, her curvy backside, that shows from behind the thigh-shields and a fine shank, tied around by many sandal belts. She turns her face away from me, assuming her perfectly disciplined pose, yet it does nothing to prevent me from deriving further shameless pleasure from her heavenly physique.

Soon, her breath rate grows heavier as I notice her heaving chest. She tries to take a careful peek in my direction, but stops and returns mid-way, after meeting with my eyes.

Smiling wide, I confidently make my way to the other side of my cage to take a closer look at another fully exposed glory of a well-positioned guard's back.

Initially, I am surprised and disappointed with what I see. The other lance-maid's asshole is obstructed by a twin riding rod that disappears both inside her anus and in her vagina. I have only ever seen one other lance-maid always use this, but what's done is done and even though I never liked it, I stay where I am, settling down with the dark green-haired mounted angel.

The disappointment does not last long though. Soon after, she begins uncomfortably shifting her wide hips upon the stiff thorn-shaped saddle shafts, then repeatedly makes the double rod disappear inside her holes by casually stretching her back and sides a few times. Finally, I feel as if a barrier blocking my pleasure was lifted and it begins flowing free, with double the strength.

My eyes travel between all the guards around my cage. Even the distant bow-maids were adding to a mounting stimulation with their beautiful figures. With my climax in sight, I only regret not achieving a more culminating ending with them all, but hope, that they'll still be around here for more.

"Still. Why were they placed here today?" - My heavily dulled, still awakening mind suddenly tries to ponder.

A thought about them being harbingers of my execution slips into my head even though I was still lovingly caressing them with my sight, albeit now with a company of sadness.

"Well, at-least I'll have one last moment of joy before the end. I lived a very long and easy life here. It was filled with much contemplation and pleasure. I believe I am ready for my eternal rest. I committed unforgivable crimes and I will not resist. All whom I used to know and love are long dead now. Only… Only Ashenchesa remains…" Thoughts flew at the back of my head quickly as I was still riding another joy wave.

"Ashenchesa!!!" - my mind screams while my hand stops. "Ashenchesa infinitely loves! She will be devastated. And I love her as well. How can I allow her to feel so crushed? And where is she? Did they find out she was sneaking inside my cage? They did. She didn't visit me for a long time now. What if she was sent to war as punishment after telling Shaldara of our wish and now she can die at any moment? I must protect her!"

Images of my beloved angel's chest being ripped open by brutal demons invade my mind. Their dark red hands diving inside it to tear out her gentle, helpless, still beating heart. Her immortal soul becomes consumed forever as they gorge upon it, for her to never be reborn into a being that is or was Ashenchesa ever again.

In all my grim thoughts and analysis I feel frozen in terror. My eyes dart around the cage chamber, seldom stopping at the demonic axes which are hanging on the wall. I can feel a heavy blood surge rushing towards my temples as I am unable to cull an overwhelming feeling of worry for my beloved. Already I imagine myself outside of the tree, fleeing through the twilight meadows to find a boat on the island's edge to escape.

Suddenly, a voice interrupts my thought process - "Sisters… Something is wrong."