Gangbanged by Demihumans

My crotch is on fire. I see Gurk, and the only thing I can think about is getting his dick in me.

"Is Mistress okay?"

"I…" I shed my clothes and crawl to him on my hands and knees. "Take your clothes off for your Mistress. It's time for your reward…"

Gurk must be pent up. He tries to pull off his shirt and pants, but when he starts struggling in his haste, he rips them off instead. I can't wait any longer so I grab his face and shove my tongue into his mouth.

Our lips and tongue meet like old friends. It's been so long since I kissed my adorable goblin, and he's eager to please me with attention.

His tiny arms wrap around my body, sharp claws dig into my back but the pain is quick to become pleasure. I have to peel his hands off, and pull away from our tongued embrace so I can drop down between his knees.

Gurk's penis is at full mast, the tip glistening with precum in anticipation to mate with me. It's the same piece of meat that's plugged me to satisfaction many times before. No matter how many times I've laid my eyes on it, this thing doesn't stop looking so delicious.

I pucker my lips on the tip, teasing the mushroom head of his cock. Gurk jerks from my assault, his hips instinctively pushing to meet my mouth.

But I'm not here for foreplay, I just need a fuck. I lower my head all the way down to the base, and with my hand, lightly squeeze his testicles to wring out his juices.

My blowjob is too much for him to take. He utters a moan I've never heard from him before and the throbbing cock explodes with a fountain of cum. My mouth is filled in seconds, and I have to swallow it so it doesn't get the floor dirty.

His knees weaken, and he drops to the ground out of breath— even though I'm the one doing all the work.

It's not enough. I pick him up, climb upstairs, and throw him onto my bed.

No time to rest while my pussy is gushing wet to put it inside. I climb on top of him and slam my hips down.

"Kh— AAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" The moment I sit down on it, an orgasm wracks my body. "Nnhhaa… more, I need you to fuck me with your goblin dick."

Gurk obliges, grabbing my hips and humping me with the intent to impregnate me. It's not enough to just let him do the work. I bounce along to his thrusts, letting the bed springs carry our momentum as our hips clash.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Consumed by lustful abandon, I barely notice that he already came twice. A warm feeling fills my belly, sending me into a haze.

"Mmmm! Aaahh! You like that, Gurk? How does your Mistress' pussy feel?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Mistress hole feel good! Too good— ah!"

His dick pulsates and pumps another load into me.

"Mmm— aaahh, haahh! You're such a lucky goblin," I coo, leaning down to spoil him with kisses. "The only goblin— aahh, in the world who gets to fuck your Mistress whenever you want. Mmm!"

Gurk picks up speed, encouraged by my sweet talking.

"Gurk really lucky! Always stay with and protect Mistress forever! Gurk really loves Mistress!"

"Nnnhh! So, ahh— rough! That's right! Love me! I love you, too— aaahhhh!"

Our passionate lovemaking continues on through the night, stopping only to have a quick meal or using the bathroom before going right back.

We may have had some eavesdropper at some point. It wouldn't surprise me with how loud I howled from each orgasm.

However, the fun doesn't last as long as I hope. By morning, when I try to service Gurk's morning wood, he attempts to run away.

"Get back here!" I yell, but Gurk escapes through the front door before I can catch him.

As I sit there at the door like a loyal dog, fingering away at my pussy and waiting for my goblin to return, it swings open to a large orc— Luugen.

He's no doubt surprised to see me in such a desperate state, but the rising member in his pants tells me he'd like nothing less.

I take Luugen by the hand to lead him upstairs, but he throws me onto his shoulders and takes us down to the baths.

Like with Gurk, we forgo the foreplay and go straight to the fucking. My wet cunt allows his pig cock to slide right in despite how large it is. It takes a few minutes for me to adjust— and to recover from an orgasm just from getting it in.

Luugen holds me in his arms, and like passionate lovers, our tongues are playful while our hips dance to a frenzied tune.

I can't get over his enormous body. Though it's not Taurac, it reminds me of his gentle giant nature. How I wish he were here now to ravish me like a beast. Instead, I focus my heart and pussy on the orc dick that unleashes litres worth of ejaculate into me each time.

I get on all fours and wave my ass to invite Luugen in— and he slams it in alright. Catching on to my desire for rough play, he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs. The jolt of pain coupled with his other hand slapping my ass, makes me writhe in pleasure. Hearing my own moans in the empty bath only serves to spur my orc lover.

"Ahh! Fuck…! How about now, my baby hog? Do you still want a farmer girl? Nnnngh—!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Luugen's response is to quicken his pistoning and smack my ass with more strength.

"Not anymore. I only want to fuck you from now on!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

His unrelenting thrusts ends by plugging my pussy and reaching all the way to my womb before unloading into me.

"Yes— it's so hot! You're filling me up so much— aaaaahhhh!!"

Again, my honeymoon-like intimacy lasts an entire day. Gurk returned towards the evening, and the two of them double teamed me well into the morning.

However, when even they were unable to satisfy me, they also ran away.

My prayers are answered when Kati and his tribe comes to my rescue, baited by Gurk and Luugen on the pretense that I needed help.

Delirious, and still very much horny, I prostrate myself in front of them and beg sex.

"You called me queen, didn't you?" I say, spreading my cunt for them to see. "I think my loyal subjects should demonstrate their love for me."

"Q-Queen Ellori demands it. Must serve faithfully!" Kati exclaims.

All of them begin to undress, and as soon as they take off their pants, I'm stunned by what I see.

Kobold dicks are a surprise. I didn't see them clearly at first when they were masturbating to me and Flora. Now that I have a good look, I see that their sex organ is two dicks on top of each other that can separate

I lick my lips thinking what I can do with that. Five kobolds, ten cocks. They can fuck my ass and pussy at the same time.

They're a lot more eager and quick to shoot than Gurk. But what they lack in stamina, they make up for in providing an endless supply of dick.

Kati doesn't hesitate to take both of my lower holes first. Two kobolds plug my mouth, and I'm more than happy to serve them both at once. My hands see my rest either, each stroking a dick to either side of me.

While I'm getting screwed in the kitchen, the door opens up. The harpy sisters let themselves in, attracted by the smell of my pheromones going crazy. Other orcs and kobolds file into the room, tired of watching from outside and now seeking a piece of action themselves. I can't stop them. I... don't want to.

I just want to keep going for as long as I can.

***

I wake up with a raging headache.

I'm on top of an orc I don't recognize along with a bunch of kobolds littering the second floor around my bed. Downstairs has even more unconscious orcs. Luugen is among them but most I don't know personally.

Gurk is slumped over the kitchen table with Rio sleeping on top of him.

I bury my face in my hands. "Ugh… I… I remember everything…"

It began when Gurk mistook Miuna's secretions for honey and added it into the tea. Everything went downhill after that. A whole week's worth of sex with Gurk, the orcs, the kobolds, and even the harpy sisters.

There's no way I can look at myself the same anymore.

When I try to get off the bed, my legs give out from under me. I crash into a trio of passed out kobolds whose dicks are flaccid if not a little swollen from excessive use.

I crawl down the stairs over the bodies of my many victims. In their slumber, some of them reach out to fondle me. Their touch ignites the sensitive parts of my body, still tender from the recent fucking.

As soon as I get to my cauldron, I muster what's left of my strength to pull myself up and snatch a restoration potion from the shelf. The soreness and sensation of my legs return to me as the rejuvenating liquid hits my stomach.

Naked and embarrassed, I get to my feet, cup my hands over my mouth and yell at the top of my lungs. "Wake up… and get out of my house!"

All of the demihumans snap awake and make a mad dash out the door in a panic. I grab Gurk by the scruff of his neck.

"You're not going anywhere. This is your fault, so you're going to take responsibility until the rest of the effects wear out."

"Y-Yes, Mistress! Gurk sorry!"

I notice on the shelf there is a piece of parchment slipped into an empty vial. I pluck it out and, when I unroll it, recognize Mira's handwriting. It reads:

"I have transcribed the hag's journal for my own perusal, and left the real one in your care. If something were to happen, use it as a bargaining chip."

Even gone, Mira is still looking after my safety.

My headache may have passed, but I feel another one coming. Her life is in danger out there. Meanwhile, I wasted a whole week getting gangbanged.

On the plus side, I finally got over drinking Miuna's secretions. I should hope it works and keeps me from getting horny due to the forest's influence.

As I stare into my own reflection from the cauldron's alchemical waters, I'm reminded that I still need to figure out what soul I ate. I start going through every book on my shelves and bookcases, flipping through any chapters on the topic of soul stones.

Nothing. All nothing.

I promised Mira I'd find some lead, but was I just putting on airs?

Rio hops onto the rim of the cauldron to peer at what I'm reading. I wonder if Headmaster Anora is seeing through him now, watching my every move.

"What do you think, Rio?"

My familiar tilts his head, sniffs me, and makes a disgusted face.

"Hisssss!"

I take a sniff of myself and reel back. I guess I did sweat a whole bunch alongside a number of demihumans.

Perhaps it is hopeless after all. It's not like there is any surefire way to determine a soul anyway. Smarter witches and scholars couldn't figure it out, what semblance of hope do I have? Not even the Elder Board, composed of witches dedicated solely to studying all things witchcraft, is stumped to this day.

"Mraa~"

Rio brings over a grimoire that I've already looked through. It's an encyclopedia on animals that became familiars over the years and what souls inhabited the corpse. There's not much to be learned from it, the preface at the beginning even states: combinations seen here demonstrate no correlation between animal and soul.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to get at, buddy."

"Mrr… mraaa!"

He pushes open the book and paws through the pages until he comes across a boar imbued with the prideful soul. This was the last known familiar imbued with pride; it was a fearsome beast during the height of the Crimson Wars that led to its soul's outlawing.

But what is Rio trying to tell me?

He continues to paw at the page, and then pats my leg.

"Are you trying to say… I gained weight?"

Rio squints at me, flies up to my face level, and slaps me across the cheek. "Nraaauu!"

He flies to another shelf and digs into the box of things not to mess with. Satisfied by what he's found, he returns to me and spits out the soul stone that was brought back from Shallowglade. He paws himself this time and not the grimoire.

I see now.

Of course, I'd caught on the moment he opened the book. I mustn't do anything to make Headmaster Anora suspect I swallowed the prideful soul. If familiars imbued with pride are to be destroyed upon summoning, I dread to think what she or the Council of Kings would do to me.

What I know is this: I've swallowed the prideful soul, and the soul I brought back is gluttony.

Before Mira left, she suggested this is the soul Eudora was looking for. Why would she be seeking out the weakest of the seven?

Could it be...

It seems that Rio's gluttonous soul is able to identify souls. If witches adopt the characteristics of the soul they consume, it reasons that Eudora needs gluttony to know she's eaten the other seven.

It still doesn't make sense. Why doesn't Eudora just go around consuming souls until she's hit all seven?

Unless… she can't?

Wait a minute… if this method proves true, didn't I just make the discovery of the century?

I go to pat my good boy on the head but remember the reason why pride is a reviled soul— it can kill from a simple touch, siphoning the very mana and life essences from a living creature.

And recently, I came into contact with a great many living beings.