Serpent's Tooth

It took some time for Worf to get noticeable sounds out of Verialyn, too occupied was the woman with getting accustomed to the intriguing sensation of being so tightly sandwiched between the two massive wolf men. Her options for movement were limited anyways, and so she did not even bother, instead hanging in there between the two and savoring each time Worf drove his large dick into her.

A few low moans, pleased whimpers, and soft groans could be heard coming out of her slightly parted lips together with intensified breathing, but that was all.
 
Gron huffed and puffed, snorting hot air and sweat his tension increased with the cries that Phyliss produced. One of his huge arms clenched around her waist so it seemed tiny and he lifted her butt higher as he desperately tried to ram more and more of his cock inside her. His thrusts forced his own hairy ass into Verialyn so she could feel his grinding as he shook back and forth, rubbing up the inside of her thighs and across her mons while Worf kept her leg lifted and exposed her pussy to the other wolf's back.

Gron worked himself up into a fury quickly after that and splurged a shot of cum into Phyllis that erupted in a quick jet.
He twitched and held himself deep inside the gorgon while he spasmed and made some awful guttural cry.

Worf sniggered and speared Verialyn against Gron, holding himself inside her and grinding her body up against the other wolf.
Then he pulled her head back by her hair and licked all up her throat. He pulled her away by her raised leg, lifting her to the widest side of the table and her knee up onto it. With his fist knotted in her hair he pushed her butt to keep her belly against the table and began working his thick meaty cock in and out of her in long smooth thrusts.
"Look at your friend, see how much she enjoyed it? I think she deserves a reward now, perhaps we'll spill our seeds over her as a present. But what about you my lovely buxom bitch? You feel like you're in heat but this wolf horn has not made you howl yet. It must be time for me to play another game with you."
Worf sniffed Verialyn's face and throat, then slowly licked the back of her neck as he methodically rode her, making obscene noises all the time sliding in and out of her folds and his hips slapping into her firm arse cheeks.
 
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Phyliss made short squeaks each time she felt Gron drive into her again, making a long, very hgh pitched sqeal as her ass took the large load of cum that burst into her. She kept lying on the table, her eyes half opened, while she was drooling and softly groaning and whimpering. Her snakes moved in spasms, and her mind was blank.
 
Gron held Phyliss by the back of her neck pinning her face to the table, then he removed his flaccid cock so it made a slow wet ssschlock noise as it popped out. He moved around the table carrying his flagon and climbed up it on his knees. He was beside Verialyn, but he ignored her bouncing titties for now as he lifted Phyliss by her snakes and put his sticky cock in her mouth.
"Clean me up little slave whore." He growled lazily. The wine and exertion had taken it's toll and his brain was now weary, even if his body was not yet. His cock revived somewhat in the gorgon's half-conscious mouth and he continued to drink.
 
The gorgon looked at him with empty eyes and sucked at the cock that was still big in it's present state. It stiffened a little from the work of her tongue and lips, so she pushed her head forward and opened up wide, to take all of it.
 
The sight of Phyliss dazed and licking the fluids from Gron's limp piece spurred Worf on and he lifted Verialyn's other knee to the table,then cupping her butt with both paws he pumped himself to a quick climax, bursting briefly inside her and then pulling back to shoot over the mounds of her buttocks.

He sniggered and then pulled Phyliss away by her snakes, leaving Verialyn to confront Gron atop the table.

Worf mosty dragged the gorgon to his clay flask where he drank wine and poured some over her to revive her. He took up a switch from the broomsticks while he waited for her.to recover.

Gron meanwhile, licked his lips and reached for his new favourite toy, Verialyn's breasts.
 
Phyliss opened her eyes fully, and more life came into her snake and her body. She didn't dare to say a word, but leaned against the huge wolfmean, putting her fingers into his fur.
 
Now that was one thorough fucking. With one of the wolf man's hands in her hair, and the other pinning her lower abdomen to the polished table surface Verialyn was once again mostly immobilized while also pounded hard by the well endowed wolf man. And so she automatically followed his lead as her second leg was lifted, and she had to grin the moment she felt the hot drops of his seed on the smooth skin of her lower back.

Propping her upper body up on her elbows she mischievously grinned at the approaching Gron and his extending hand, curious what he had in mind now.
 
Gron's hands approached Verialyn as if she too were made of snakes. Warily he groped her, watching her with fixation, carefully baring his groin to her and straddling her thighs so she knelt between his legs on the tabletop.
One paw held her chin up while he fumbled with her nipples, making his long phallus rise as blood pulsed downwards again.
"I think you got plenty of energy left, time you ride me." he chanced as though she might sting him with her tongue. Then he started to lift her thighs over his hips, and even from his back he was strong enough to lift her easily.

"Ah, delicious." Worf mumured and looked down as Phyliss. "She will bounce in a magnificent way." he told her grandly.
 
Even as Verialyn, supported by two strong warg arms, levitated through the air until her moist pussy lips hovered right over Gron's thick dick, she brought fourth a visible pout.

"Is that really proper? The slave atop her master?"
 
Gron scowled and Verialyn could see him resolve to turn this from a careful operation to something more fierce.
He swirled his thick tongue briefly before growling, "It's fitting to roast the lamb over the fire." Then, very pleased with himself he ran the hard tip of his tongue muscle under one breast that weaved before him, and pressed it into a nipple.
He swirled it ungracefully and then took as much of the breast into his mouth as he could, rubbing the top of his mouth over the firm teat, making lusty noises.

Gron's cock stood proud beneath her, growing thicker and longer the rougher he played, until it poked within the folds of Verialyn's pussy.
 
Phyliss, now resting on her knees, snuggled against the wolfman, leaning her head against his knees and put her arms around his legs. Without really being aware of it, she purred softly.
 
Worf smoothed Phyliss' 'hair' with a gentle touch and caressed her face while he watched the two on the table.
His hairy paw cupped her chin and lifted so she gazed up at him, with his ugly meat beginning to bulgr again at her throat. The thick lump throbbed and poked her as it grew. He hooked a finger into the corner of her mouth and turned her head with it so she gazed up at Verialyn's derriere mounting Gron.

Worf firmly parted the gorgon's lips and placed his turgid cock against her teeth so she felt the weight of it and it's insistant pulse. He slowly slid it forward onto her tongue and held the back of her head there.
 
Phyliss opened her mouths slowly, but did not move her head. She prepared to act, waiting for his next reaction.
 
Worf stood side-on to the table, behind Verialyn and watch closely as Gron lowered her onto his stiff prick.
The larger wolfman's lips curled as he watched and he tugged his finger again, fish-hooking Phyliss, turning her head so she could watch as well.
Worf eased himself forward so his bulging cock slid over the gorgon's tongue to fill her mouth with his furred ballsack hanging against her chin, before he asked her softly,
"Watch little green pretty, watch how she takes his cock inside her. Do you like how she is speared on Gron's pole?"
 
Verialyn felt her lower folds spread as Gron's tip irresistibly pushed upwards, invading her once more while he forcefully sucked on one of her tits.

"Oh, so you want to roast me on your spit? I won't be able to do much moaning afterwards, you know?" And just for emphasis she threw back her head, sending her hair flying, and let out one lod, guttural, and clearly exaggerated moan.
 
"Ummpp-yefffff" Phyliss tried to answer while he started to stretch her mouth, She kept one hand in his fur, friendly stroking his leg, while she moved her free hand between her own legs.
 
Worf salivated, looking down at the gorgon playing her own pleasure with his cock wedged in her mouth had excited him more than her pain. His blood surged and filled out the bulb against Phyliss' teeth and he slowly moved it back and forth.
But the cry from Verialyn made him look up and he suddenly understand what Gron had meant about the pleasure of brutalising a partner who seemed to enjoy it, rather than simply for his own sadistic sake.
Gron's ears pricked and the excitement from the scream made him heave himself up, and with a firm grip on Verialyn he thrust away at her.

Worf pinched the gorgon's nipple and drew her with him on her knees, his cock still in her mouth and shuffled to the table.

Worf dropped the switch, and instead drew his tongue over Verialyn's genitals with Gron still working his way inside her, his tongue rasped over the bud of her ass and then he took her delicious asscheeks in his hands.

Gron had frozen, aware of what was happening but unsure what to do, he held firm inside Verialyn and continued to enjoy her breasts.

Worf look down at Phyliss knelt under the table. Her head just able to pass underneath, Worf's body tall enough to lean over with his cock and enter Verialyn. He smiled with his teeth, "Enjoy the view."
Then he pulled Verialyn back to him and placed his sticky mushroom at the untapped star of her asshole.
 
Phyliss fitted just under the table, but her snakes rubbed gainst it and some stretched out from it and mixed into the bundle of bodies above her. Worfs cock drove deep into her mouth as he had pushed her over to the table, so she started to suck him off eagerly. As he was all hard now, she had started to deepthroat him, while she rubbed her clit and played with her nibble the same time. She almost looked a little dissapointed as he drew out and turned his attention to her friends butt.
 
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With an almost caring smile, Worf gently removed himself from the ministrations of Phyliss and directed himself upwards back towards Verialyn's posterior.
He was eager panting out rough words and he approached "I am told you are a wild ride human! If you howl like that for little Gron, let me hear the enjoyment you get from my might inside you."
 
Uh oh ... Verialyn was acutely aware of the big warg's presence behind her, and even more so of the tip probing her rear entrance. Now with that piece added to the mix things could become a bit narrow down there. So just like Gron she froze and became silent while relaxing her muscles, awaiting the inevitable.

But there was still time for a quick retort "I am making no promises"
 
She felt him rub his tip through her cleft and then hold her ass cheeks apart as he probed. He was careful, but not necessarily for Verialyn's sake as his bulb was quivering, it was throbbing hot with blood slick with juice from Phyliss and he was panting in so much excitement it seemed he might explode any moment.
Worf pressed in to open Verialyn a fraction, his will was strong or else he could not have held himself back. That she had frozen still enabled him to take his time rather that simply spear her as he otherwise might have done.
He ran a paw over her ass and up her back as he slowly forced her ass open so it felt like several fingers now and then he gripped one of her shoulders to make sure she stayed still.
Gron watched carefully with a look partly fear and partly excitement, his own penis rigid inside Verialyn's pussy and pulsing with it's own desire.

Worf tore his mesmerised gaze away from his phallus and looked down to Phyliss. He saw her desire and her disappointment and he sneered.
"Maybe you wish this were you here? You will sleep later with dreams that it were. Perhaps tomorrow you will enjoy our ritual so much more now you are jealous of your friend. You will have to wait to find out. For now, lick my balls and wonder what the dawn will bring."
 
Phyliss really had no reason to complain for being neclected analyy, as her ass had so much abuse today that it still gaped open and dripped seemen from the last assault. But she was in a dizzy state of mind and did not realize that she would hardly been able to sleep or sit as soon she would realize the pain, so she pouted a little at Worfs words. But she bent forward and started to lick and suck his balls, while she inserted two fingers in her pussy, fucking herself.
 
Verialyn continued to hold still as she felt the muscle ring around her anus being stretched. Gron still pulsated vividly inside her despite holding still, and all her focus was on maximum relaxation to ease Worf's entry, her mouth shut and her teeth clenched in case there would be pain.
 
Worf had the urge now and he pushed insistently until he stretched Verialyn enough to accommodate his peculiar swollen girth. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled as he slid slowly inside her with a low moan of pleasure.
Gron had lost patience and despite his fear he could not resist a hesitant grinding with his hips that drove his rod against the pressure that held Verialyn still. Worf would not thrust himself but seemed content to hold her against Gron's grinding.
He looked down at Phyliss frigging herself at his feet and his moan became a whine that led his cock to tremble and spasm and it pumped a stream of cum into Verialyn's arse.
Gron took this as his own cue and began a frantic thrusting, which he continued even as Worf withdrew. Still dribbling an oozing stream, Worf stepped back to watch and wait for Gron to finish. In fact it was only seconds more that saw Gron release as well, so that his balls rose and erupted while Worf's own liquid slid in globs down from the women's now rosy anus.
Gron lay back and panted heavily while Worf growled to Phyllis, "Time for your cage now my pet, I hope you need no help finishing? We will not wait."
 
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