Ongoing Story\Surrender, then attempt to seduce the guardsmen
From Create Your Own Story
Chapter 6: Silver Tongued Half-elf.
Attempting to overpower the guards would be pure folly, you realize. Your only real option is to seduce them and hope you manage to escape capture.
"Hello there boys, I seem to be a little lost. Could you two handsome fellas help me find the way to the kitchen? I have this sudden craving for stuffed sausage that I desperately need satisfied.", you purr suggestively as you slowly saunter towards the two guards, unbuttoning the top two fastenings of your blouse. The man on the left is very large and somewhat handsome, his friend on the right is shorter, hairier, much uglier, an dark complected. You suspect he has some orc blood coursing through his viens. Both smell strongly of cheap wine. Their eyes alight with lecherous intent as they nudge each other and close the distance separating you.
"We got some sausages right here for you lassy, You need look no further.", the orcish one says, loosening his belt. Already you can make out the shape of his erection through his breeches. "But what have we here, quite a lot of knives for one wee girl. Bjorn, hold her arms while I make sure she wont be using these blades to slice the meat we mean to give her." Bjorn does just that, pulling your arms behind you in his iron grip while his fellow guard searches you roughly and thoroughly (especially some of the more interesting areas of your anatomy) and liberates you of your sword as well as most, but not all, of your daggers. Your lock picks he overlooks completely, not recognizing what they are.
"Boys, boys, boys.. no need to be so rough. I'm not in any hurry to get away from such strapping and handsome men as yourselves. If you two are willing to be nice to me, I assure you I'll be VERY nice to you. I'd hazard to guess you wont regret it.", you offer huskily. Leaning backward into the guard holding your arms behind you, you give his mammoth boner a long squeeze.
"She's elvish by blood is what I sez, her folk are masters of lies and deceit. Her kin and mine have been blood enemies for centuries. She's not to be trusted, but that she could please us beyond are reckoning if she were so inclined, of that I have no doubt.", the orc growls as he tears off your blouse exposing your inhumanly perfect tits and runs his claw-like hands over them. "Ever had the taste of orc seed in your mouth witch? If not, you will shortly."
"No i haven't actually, but I love new experience.", you smile devilishly. Bjorn helps you get down on your knees as the orc frees his small but very thick penis and presents it to you. You've never seen the like of it before its knobby length is covered with bumps and ridges. New experiences indeed! You go to work on it, bobbing your head up and down the length of his shaft with such enthusiasm that both guards are surprised. Bjorn lets go of you so that you are free to use your hands, till now you had to lean forward as Bjorn held your wrists from behind, leaving you dangerously unbalanced. You reward him by snaking your hand down his pants and start slowly jerking him off. Bjorn gasps in pleasure.
"Rasha, hurry up! I want to fuck her mouth too you know.", Bjorn speaks for the first time, addressing the guard you've been sending to the heights of pleasure, gliding your tongue with mastery over the knarly surface of his prick.
"Patience, patience my friend. You'll get first crack at what's between her legs once we've both sampled her skilled elvish tongue.", Rasha the half-orc placates his human companion. But never the less he does try and speed things along, grips your pointed ears in his grimy mitts and begins grinding his ridged tool deep into your throat at a faster pace. You have to struggle to accomidate the foul tasting thing but find its bumpy texture strangely erotic. You can't help wondering what it would be like to have it buried elsewhere.
"Aye cunt, you like that don't yee. Well let's see how much you like this." Rasha says and proceeds to unload a river of orc goop onto your tongue. You try and swallow as much as you can but you swear the vile stuff burns your mouth and tastes of ammonia. You wince and let the excess semen pour out the corners of your mouth and splatter onto your chest. "Don't like it much at all do yee? Well, maybe you'll like the taste of Bjorn better, you filthy whore.", the orc gloats. Stepping aside he grabs some of your beautiful blonde hair and wipes his rod clean with it.
You turn your cum smeared face toward Bjorn and flash him a radiant smile, "You're up big boy. Think you're ready for me? I warn you, once an elf-maids pleasured you nothing less will satisfy you." Raja grunts in agreement. You decide to give Bjorn a little special treatment compared to what you gave the orc to compensate him for waiting so long and delicately take his sweaty ball sack into your hungry mouth as your rub his 10 inch rod with a free hand. As Raja watches with envy your tongue works its magic slowly up the length of Bjorn's erect penis until you reach its head, then you let your pouty lips envelope the tip of his manhood. You suck him off while fondling his testicles. Looking up at the look of rapture on his face you pridefully imagine you're giving him the best blow job he's ever had and ever will. He holds out much longer than Raja did, but eventually he too moans and releases a warm salty flood into your throat. After experiencing orc cum Bjorn's tastes like ambrosia and you gulp it down with gusto. Both men now look extremely relaxed, their swords laying a short distance away from them. Now's you chance to turn the tables on your captors, but your willpower is weakening. You are now very horny and are positive escape will only become easier the more you tire out the two guards. Besides it might be a lot of fun! What do you do now?
