Goliaths are a strange folk, by many accounts. Living up in the mountains, beyond the places where the trees reach, they are a rarity in the realm, as they tend to stick to their own devices. That much was known to Ghalka herself, and she considered her people strange and foolish. The tribe among whose ranks she dwelled was reclusive and unwilling to accept things that were not known to them, which she considered to be a very bad decision.
Life, up in the mountains, was harsh and cruel. Every little bit helped, and the Goliaths should have taken every opportunity they had, to make their chances of success greater… Much like she, herself, had done.
Naturally gifted, she was impressive even for a person of her race. Standing at almost two and a half meters in height, physically fit and athletic beyond the norm, Ghalka was, by all means, outfitted to be a superb member of the tribe. However, much to the disdain of all her fellow Goliaths, at least those who knew her, she had taken up the study of magic. 'Stonetalker', they called her, for she would know things that only the mountain itself could know, because she oftentimes would, seemingly, guide the stones themselves to crash upon the beasts the tribe usually feasted upon, and a multitude of other things that no other person was able to do.
However, instead of treating her with the respect she deserved, they scowled at the sight of her, they whispered behind her back, as if she could not hear them, and avoided communicating with her. Unfair, they called it, and spat on the ground whenever she would offer wisdom. But they ignored her words, for those were ones not owned by her, or so they believed, and did what they wanted.
Even the tribe's chief, and the shaman, too, who were supposedly wisest, did not see the merit in her discovery. In her dedication to magic. And so Ghalka lived at the fringes of her own society, kept among them because she not only pulled her weight, but thrice that much. That, in and of itself, was enough to warrant that she would have a people… Not that she needed them, although the company of others, even if it was unpleasant, was more agreeable than the deathly silence of the mountains, or the scream of the winds.
She sighed, feeling a great pity for her fellow tribesmen, and removed her axe's blade from the freshly slain Aurochs at her feet. Whatever that beast was doing so high up in the mountains, she did not know, but she did know that it would be more than enough to feed the entire tribe for a day. Its leather would be used to make clothes, while its bones could be utilized in other useful ways. Perhaps assist in the fashioning of a tent, so that she would not have to share with the rest of the tribe?
The wind was blowing at her with its usual fervor, forcing her braid to flap around in a manner that made it more of a nuisance than an aesthetically pleasing hairstyle, but she ignored it. That was how things were, up here, and it would never change. Not because there was no craving for change, but because this was nature, at its finest, and nature was an enemy too great even for Ghalka… At this point in time, at least.
With a great effort, she flung the corpse over her shoulder, aiding herself with her magic, so as to grant herself stability and make the cadaver feel less heavy, and then she strode off towards camp, all the while thinking to herself.
A beast, such as this, was no challenge, what-so-ever. For her, though, there was, doubtless, some other great creature that needed to be battled, and yet there were none on this side of the mountain. Maybe a Roc could pose a threat, she thought, maybe these giant avian beings who, supposedly, could even channel lightning through their talons. She needed to challenge herself, or she would grow too bored with life as it was.
A thought occurred to her. If there was no enemy strong enough to challenge her… Maybe she could challenge the chief of her tribe. Taking over and leading them… That would be a pleasant thing. But, the more she thought about it, as the wind whipped at her uncovered flesh, acting as a nuisance, rather than a source of discomfort, she reckoned that her fellow Goliaths despised her already. If she were to take the reigns, well, it was likely that nothing would come of it.
Half an hour passed of her trudging through the ankle-high snow, which, considering she was a Goliath, would have been far more challenging to thread through for a shorter fellow. Half an hour of only the wind as company, and the pleasant, albeit fading, warmth of the dead animal over her shoulder. Fortunately, it was not bleeding all over - though that was because of Ghalka's skill at slaughtering, rather than luck.
By the time she got back to the tribe's campsite, the Sun was close to the horizon, and everything was slathered in its crimson glow. Those who were currently present glanced her way, and some nodded their appreciation for the catch, but most simply went back to their business. Ghalka knew, for a fact, that no other member of the tribe was going to be able to bring such a catch, let alone by their lonesome, and, if they had done so, they would have been showered in praise.
But, because it was her, no one batted an eye. The woes of being the most immaculate of them all, she thought to herself, as she dropped the corpse on the ground, knelt by it and and started rummaging through one of her satchels. The fire had been kindled recently, and so she did not have to worry about that, but she did have to skin the animal. Procuring the appropriate knife from her attaché, she got to work.
Her movements were measured and brimming with finesse, and each time she exerted herself enough for it to show, her muscular arms seemed to crackle with power, her pale, grey skin appeared to shift and move, an optical illusion created by her finely placed markings, their snake-like appearance indicative of elegance, rather than just pure brutality. Ghalka was beautiful, so she knew and so she had been told, though no one would approach her and engage in any activity with her, due to the tribe's scorn.
"Stonetalker's made a good catch." Someone said to another individual, barely within earshot. Ghalka smirked to herself. They admitted it, even to one another, but they would never say it to her face.
"Aye, she has. Though that might be her last." The one spoken to replied, and the Goliath currently skinning the Aurochs found herself intently listening. She did not stop working, only slowed down the process a bit, so as to focus on the conversation. Her last good catch?
"Why'd that be? She doesn't look sick to me." Inquired the one who had made the initial comment, and Ghalka considered that things could end up shifting towards her making good on that little possibility she had thought of. If they were going to kill her… Well, they were going to find it far more difficult than they would expect it to be.
"Didn't you hear? Chief's finally decided to exile her. No more weird…-" The voice faded out of earshot, as the wind picked up and its howl silenced the speaker. Ghalka's eyes narrowed in contempt, and she needed to hear no more of this drivel.
She continued skinning the body, but her motions grew more vicious, as if fueled by a measure of anger. It was not as if she had not expected this, no. It was only a matter of time, she figured. As soon as she ended up making a mistake, the tribe would have thrown her out… Which was why she had not made a single mistake. Though that, in and of itself, might have proven too much.
Her sheer excellency might have frightened those fools, the chief especially, and so that might have caused them to consider her banishment. Way to stab oneself in the foot, she thought. That prideful cretin was, no doubt, thinking of how good things would be, once the nasty spellcaster had left, how everything would be sunshine and still winds, how all the animals would start going up the mountain, to explore the peaks, and how the tribe would feast daily.
She grew more and more agitated by the fact that they were, truly, going to go ahead with it. The more it sunk in, the worse she felt. Her home - what little there was of it - was going to be taken away from her. She was not going to have anything but the clothes on her back and maybe an axe… But, then, nothing would keep her from going down the mountain. She could find challenges of another type down there, and survival would not be one of them. But, even with those thoughts of how things could be better, a bitterness grew within her.
The Sun sank down to the horizon, and started submerging itself behind the line. The rest of the tribe returned, and Ghalka got to have her confirmation that she was, indeed, the most proficient hunter they had. That only made the great offense she felt, at the fact they were going to exile her, grow even graver.
Vuthia, upon her return, brought a skinny mountain goat. The eldest daughter of the chief, she was congratulated, audibly and personally, by a large number of the present Goliaths. Ghalka, considering the fact she was going to get booted out, figured she could rub salt in the wound, left upon Vuthia's pride, by the fact the magic wielder had caught a far greater beast than her. It would help make her feel a bit better, she reasoned, and was about to make a snarky quip, but the chiseled warrior was faster than her.
"As I expect of the witch. Use your foul magics to cheat and catch a beast like that!-" Vuthia preemptively sneered, spitting to the side as she finished her statement. "-You've no concept of Fair Play. You're an affront to all Goliaths!" Exclaimed the chief's eldest daughter and swiveled on her heel, handing the goat to a nearby lady of a very short stature.
Ghalka could not even retort, as the muscle bound woman stormed into the largest tent in the camp - excluding the communal one - and disappeared. The scorned Goliath held it behind her lips, feeling the contemptuous gaze of everyone else. Only that short girl - Lalano, youngest daughter of the chief - did not stare at her with fiendish hate.
The magic wielder shook her head and finished up the carving of the beast. So far apart they were in social standing that Vuthia did not even have to skin her own catch - she just gave it to Lalano, and the latter took care of it. And they were both pleased to help one another out. They loved each other, as siblings, and the chief loved them as their daughters.
Even Kuvoi, that fabled slut, held a special place in the chief's heart, and was loved by her sisters. The model family, those five, including the shaman. Naturally, anything in the interest of them would happen, and, obviously, they had figured that it was in their interest to no longer have Ghalka in the tribe. Was she, perhaps, too bad an influence, she pondered.
And then another thought snaked into her mind, one that was not, at all, a bad idea. Those so thoroughly cherished daughters of theirs… What would happen, the magic wielder wondered, if they ended up bearing her offspring? A devious means of retribution. Seeing as there was no way she would be able to dissuade the chief or the shaman, might as well slight them. One last, and ultimate, act of defiance. Leaving on her own terms…
A sneer crept its way over her face, and Ghalka stopped herself from getting done with the Aurochs' cadaver. She could pretend that it was giving her pause, and no one would offer to help, so they would leave her to toil away until she was done. And that would, conveniently, be when everyone was asleep, and she could do whatever she wanted.
No need of a magic spell, no need of anything but pure, simple deception, and a bit of know-how. She had once been bad at this, and she could do the things one should not do, or, at least, pretend to, so as to make her fellow Goliaths think she was struggling. But, while she did that, her plan grew.
Seeing as there was no appointed date and time for her expulsion from the tribe, it was evident that today was the day. That much was decided as soon as she had come up with that plan of action. Now, when it came to how to deal with the impregnation of all three chiefly daughters…
Kuvoi would be first. That whore would be incredibly willing, figured Ghalka. After all, she had seen the monster between the magic wielder's legs - called, by some, unwieldy, absurd and even useless - but the middle sister was a nymphomaniac, as far as anyone was concerned. She would react very, very welcomingly to the sight. It would be… The Ultimate challenge, for her.
Afterwards, Ghalka figured she would go for Lalano. As much as it pained her to admit it, Vuthia was, perhaps, only a tad weaker than her, and that would mean she could not just waltz on in, not when there was even the slightest possibility to cause a great ruckus. Sure, she could use a spell to make it harder to hear things from the outside, but there was a very real likelihood that she could get interrupted while doing so.
And so, Ghalka waited. Her fellow tribespeople ate their dinner, mingled with one another, and then went into the assembled tents, one by one. Eventually, Ghalka was the only one left, excluding the lookouts, but they were not paying any attention to what was happening within the camp's perimeter. She waited some more, until the darkness was truly thick, as if viscous, and then she decided it was time to act.
Quietly, her steps carried her to the huge hogan in which the chief's family currently resided, all of them fast asleep. So wealthy they were, that their tent, if need be, could fit the whole tribe within. Though there was no need for that, as the tribe was well off, at the moment, and they had plenty of leathers and bone, with which to assemble shelter, as well as do other things.
Things such as section off every single sleeping area in the chief's hogan, to make them resemble rooms. Ghalka had been fortunate, or unfortunate enough, to have visited once before. She had been sick, and the shaman treated her in that spacious hogan, and the magic wielder had remembered the layout. Conveniently, the 'room' she sought was closest to the entrance of the massive portable leather shelter - seeing as Kuvoi liked bringing friends over, they had to be able to leave without much hassle during the night.
And, as a result, Ghalka could enter without any hassle, whatsoever. The heavy, well cleaned fur coats that hung from the ceiling provided a great deal of warmth retention, kept the snow out, and even had a measure of noise isolating property to them. The magic wielder snuck into Kuvoi's sleeping chamber and knelt by the door. It was not easy to see in the darkness, especially with no light source, but she had her methods.
A tiny stone - an agate, as she had learned, thanks to her reading - rested in the palm of her hand, and with a soft squeeze, small pieces of it crumbled. But they did not fall to the floor - they disappeared, without a trace. She blinked, and now everything was clear to her, and she saw as if it was daytime. Taking a look around the 'room', she noticed that there were a bunch of candles in the vicinity of the bed.
The bed, upon which Kuvoi laid, was the most attractive part of the whole chamber, would have to wait, though Ghalka could not help but glance at the shapely forms beneath the furs. Even so heavily obscured, it was easy to tell that the person sleeping there was quite voluptuous - uncharacteristically so for a Goliath.
The magic wielder rummaged through her satchel, once again, and procured a dried up, yellow paste, while, simultaneously, putting the agate back in. She did the same thing, rubbing the paste between her fingers, and then heard a quiet, barely audible sigh, which carried through the 'room'. That was it - now, no one could hear any sounds originating from within this chamber. With that, and a victorious smile on her face, Ghalka snapped her fingers over one of the candles, carefully not to allow her middle finger to actually create the noise associated with snapping one's fingers, by stopping it from hitting her palm. A spark flickered from the tips of her digits, which had rubbed against one another at great speed, and, fortunately, the wick caught on fire.
Thoughts of what was going to happen filled her head, and she felt a tinge of arousal. Sure, Kuvoi had slept with, probably, everyone not related to her by blood, except Ghalka, and the term 'easy woman' could not be any more appropriate, but… Well, she was a beautiful woman, and her body was truly obscene. The magic wielder sat on the side of the bed and leaned over the sleeping form of the chief's daughter.
"Kuvoi." Ghalka whispered, her right hand gently shaking the woman's shoulder. Kuvoi opened her eyes, and, to her credit, did not appear sleepy or scared. More surprised.
"Ghalka? What are-"
"Shh…-" Interrupted the taller Goliath, moving her hand with astonishing quickness to rest a finger against Kuvoi's luscious lips. "-Let me speak."
Kuvoi's angular face did not convey fear, instead brimming with excitement, of sorts. Her eyes, those intense amber orbs, glimmered in the candlelight… And she allowed Ghalka to speak, which was almost surprising for the magic wielder.
"I hear that my volok-kanu is growing into exile. I will go, but I know that you will miss something.-" As she spoke, she stood up and removed her belt, letting it, along with her satchels, fall to the floor. "-You are given to lust… But I offer you to lust over me."
With those words, she undid the straps holding her long skirt, reaching way past her knees, and allowed the treasure hidden beneath it to be uncovered. Her cock, not even hard, and yet reaching down to her knees, flopped out. Kuvoi's eyes widened in shock, her hand reaching to cover her mouth, as if to stop her from gasping.
Ghalka smirked, feeling good as a result of instilling such awe within the object of her current venture. She even flexed her Kegel muscles, which made her long shaft bounce, going almost perpendicular with her chiseled stomach and powerful thighs. That motion prompted a dollop of pre-cum to splatter in Kuvoi's direction, even though it did not manage to land on her exposed flesh.
"No one in the tribe is as mighty as me.-" Informed Ghalka, removing her upper garments, which allowed her large breasts to sag down to her navel, the massive mounds of flesh a reminder that she was perfect in every regard. "-And I want you to know how mighty I am." She finished, letting the last bit of her apparel drop to the floor.
Broad shoulders, with the thin, elegant markings running through them, made her appear massive, and she was. Her musculature was underlined, even emphasized by the blue grooves, making her seem even more imposing than she already was. But all the physical power in the world was nothing when compared to the unfathomable sexual prowess she displayed.
Legs apart, so as to allow for a better viewing experience, she stood tall, and yet her cock was of greater stature. The thick member, almost as wide as her own wrist, was covered in row, after row of veins, each more swollen than the last. Its tip was surrounded by a thick layer of foreskin, which squeezed slightly, making it appear as though the glans was flat. From her urethra leaked, as if from a spring, a sticky, transparent liquid - her viscous pre-cum. Underneath all that rested, or, rather, sagged heavily, a pair of balls so large, that they were, each, bigger than a clenched fist.
Kuvoi's mouth was wide open, her pupils dilated so greatly that it was almost impossible to tell what the actual color of her eyes was, and her brows shot up her forehead. She pushed herself up to a seated position, flinging the furs that had covered her, up until now, off to the side. Her body was wrapped in a piece of leather, which had been finely crafted to leave many parts of her exposed, allowing for a bountiful amount of cleavage to be seen.
She did not stand up, instead shuffling along the surface of the bed until she was facing Ghalka directly.
"You are… You have shattered all expectations!-" Exclaimed Kuvoi while reaching for the flaccid penis. The magic wielder smirked, feeling good as a result of receiving praise, and allowed herself to be touched by the chief's daughter. "-You are very mighty, indeed!" Added the seated woman, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft.
"And you are pretty. With pretty lips…-" Complimented Ghalka, her right hand grasping Kuvoi's chin and pulling her slightly upwards. The magic wielder looked the woman, currently holding her cock in her hands, straight in the eye. "-And pretty lips go well with a big cock, don't they?" Upon hearing those words, the chief's daughter smiled excitedly, giving her newfound partner a sultry glance.
Kuvoi pushed Ghalka's penis up, holding it up against her face, relishing in the obscene size of it. Her eyes flickered from its tip to the base, resting on those heavily hanging balls for a moment, before returning to the foreskin-encased glans. Her tongue poked out from between her luscious lips and she ran it over the magic user's leaky urethra, lapping up as much of the pre-cum as possible. The tribe's slut made sure to emphasize on how tasty it was by moaning sensually, almost as though she was a mountain lion purring in an attempt to seduce her mate.
Ghalka needed no such theatrics. All her great manhood required was a bit of stimulation, and that was being currently received. Kuvoi, however, provided more than just a bit. Her massive breasts, the softness of her whole body, the juxtaposition between that voluptuousness and the angular face that was currently distorted by lust, all those things merged into a great source of stimuli.
The tongue of the chief's daughter felt good as it slid in between Ghalka's foreskin and glans, roughly, evidently in a hurry, slickening the slowly engorging member with saliva. Even though impressive in her flaccid state, she was far more imposing when half-chubbed, let alone when erect. The saggy flesh started peeling back, without being made to do so by the performer of the blowjob.
Kuvoi stopped licking and distanced herself slightly, moving her hand up and down the girthy shaft, mesmerized by the growth of Ghalka's cock. Not only that, but that meat rod's stiffness was beyond almost anything she had ever touched.
"I see, now, why they call you Stonetalker.-" The chief's daughter whispered as the magic wielder's penis became almost painfully erect. "-You are like a stone." She stated and pushed her face against the underside of Ghalka's member, her tongue sliding along the monstrously well endowed woman's genitals, leaving a trail of spittle.
The Goliath currently receiving service decided to simply enjoy this, slightly leaning back so that her view of the lewd display, currently being performed by Kuvoi, would be a tad less obstructed. The tribe whore was really, really good at this, or so Ghalka figured, as the sensation was beyond satisfactory. Her tongue was not the only thing being used, as her hands and lips, too, contributed to the great feeling currently experienced by the magic wielder. The relative silence of the tent's interior had been banished as soon as Kuvoi's mouth had made its way to Ghalka's cock, for the lewd slurping, smooching and occasional quick inhalation, coupled with stifled moans, filled the air with a tangible desire.
Feeling as though her shaft was adequately lubed up, the taller Goliath moved one of her hands and planted it at the back of her companion's head. The free limb slid down her front and wrapped around the base of her slick penis.
"You know how." Stated Ghalka, moving her hips a bit to the rear and directing her monstrous tool to point at Kuvoi's mouth. The chief's daughter, as expected, moved her lips towards the swollen tip, planting a gentle kiss upon it. The magic wielder could not help but let out a low, pleased moan. Kuvoi's hands, still firmly grasping the meaty shaft, resumed their up and down motions, jacking the shunned Goliath off.
Then, with a well trained motion, the tribe whore slid the entirety of Ghalka's glans into her mouth in an instant. Kuvoi's tongue got to work immediately, swirling around under and over the magic wielder's tip, stimulating most of it with great skill and efficiency, and yet she was not letting up, shoving more and more of the girthy cock into her oral cavity. Ghalka gasped as she felt her tip hit the back of her partner's throat, at which point the latter started sucking.
Kuvoi moved her head back, leaving an even thicker trail of drool along the magic wielder's penis, and then placed the palms of her hands on the receiver of the blowjob's thighs. Ghalka realized what was going on a tad too late, as the tribe whore forced more than half of the shunned Goliath's member down her throat, gagging on it as spittle splurted from between her lips and the shaft currently in her mouth.
The magic wielder groaned loudly as the lewd woman at her feet pushed herself back, only a little bit, and then tried to force the thick cock deeper down. Kuvoi's throat was so tight, to the point where it was constraining Ghalka's shaft almost painfully, and yet it felt so good that she did not want to pull out. The contractions of her muscles, the gagging, the movements of her tongue at the underside of her girth, even the expression on that slut's face, they all made it such a pleasurable experience that the shunned Goliath could not help herself.
Grasping onto Kuvoi's head with both her hands, Ghalka grunted as she pulled a portion of her cock out of the tribe whore's mouth, only to then shove it in by thrusting her hips forwards. The woman on the receiving end of this sudden throat-fucking shuddered, her eyes rolling back as she moaned sensually, the vibrations caused by that increasing the stimulation the magic wielder was receiving, as well as making its sources more unique than before.
"You are a good whore.-" Grunted Ghalka as she felt herself growing more and more needy. Kuvoi's throat-pussy felt really good, but, as things were right now, it was not getting used as well as it could have been. "-I will use you well." Her words carried intent that teetered on the brink of a threat. In any case, she was planning to make good on that.
Without waiting for an indication from Kuvoi that it was okay to go for it, Ghalka started moving faster and faster, increasing her pace with each thrust. It felt as though she was going deeper with each single instance of her massive cock sliding down the fortunate slut's throat, and, in no time, she started pondering whether or not she was bottoming out, or the bitch at her feet simply could not take it all.
Spittle blasted out of Kuvoi's mouth with each pull, becoming more and more obscene and unflattering, bubbling up due to the intensity of the movements, and she kept gagging, as if her body was trying its best to get rid of the intruder, however, no matter how hard she tried, that girthy slab of meat was going to keep widening her throat as long as it wanted to. Her eyes were not even open fully, and yet, still, Ghalka could tell the chief's daughter was enjoying the activity. Being used like a toy really riled her up, as supported by the generous bulge in her nether region.
Tears rolling down Kuvoi's sides, her hands still resting against the magic wielder's thighs, the former seemed to be waiting for the latter to get finished, to ejaculate inside her stomach, filling her up good. It would be an incredibly copious amount of proteins, one that, if presented in a different form, could be something any self respecting Goliath would crave. However, it would be in the medium of cum, and Ghalka could think of a few people that were going to be unwilling to take that down their throats… Even though they probably needed it.
"Fuck-" Groaned the magic wielder and stopped, right before the pleasure became too much for her. She rested, as deep as possible inside Kuvoi's mouth, feeling her testicles clench and rub against the woman's slathered in spittle and pre-cum chin, the throbbing of her cock in that throat-pussy seemed to be mirrored by the gagging, and it took most of her willpower to restrain herself. "-That's… That's a thrussy." Exclaimed Ghalka and slid her violently pulsing shaft out of Kuvoi's mouth.
The latter almost fell over, as though she had gotten partially dragged by the magic wielder's monstrously flared out glans and swollen penis. Fortunately for her, she managed to keep herself from tumbling to the ground, by using her hands, currently glued to Ghalka's thighs.
"And that's a cock.-" Kuvoi retorted, coughing furiously as she tried to regain her breath. Her face was caked with spittle, pre-cum, tears and maybe even other fluids. It was very fulfilling to observe one of the chief's daughters in such a state, especially knowing it was Ghalka who had caused it. "-But those balls need release, don't they? Why-"
"My seed is not food.-" Interrupted the magic wielder and grabbed Kuvoi by the shoulders, pulling her up. The latter was then pushed down onto the bed, and Ghalka proceeded to remove her apparel. "-You will be bred." She promised as the last piece of leather was taken off of the tribe whore's body.
For a bit, Ghalka looked at the meaty woman in front of her. Unlike all other members of the tribe, Kuvoi had, somehow, managed to not develop a pronounced musculature, instead remaining soft and smooth. Her breasts spilled over her chest, their nipples as erect as they could be, while her own penis, which was not at all bad, although incomparable to Ghalka's, prodded at the area between her navel and tits.
"Bred…?" The woman laying on the bed mouthed, her eyes glistening with excitement. She was staring at the magic wieder's colossal cock, its viciously distended form, bulging veins and swollen tip, and, no doubt, the urge to be inseminated awoke within her. That was made even more evident when she hooked her arms under her knees and pulled her legs up, presenting her full rump to Ghalka.
That was an ass - the biggest, in a certain way, that the shunned Goliath had ever seen. It was not just large, though, it was round, and seemed to have a jiggle to it, applied by every motion, no matter how slow or gentle. A clean asshole rested between those massive cheeks, but that was not what Ghalka was here for. Kuvoi's scrotum hung over her pussy, covering it almost entirely, though the slick stream of juices leaking from it was a dead giveaway.
"No. On your knees, like the bitch you are!" Commanded the magic wielder, having concluded that it would be too much of a hassle to deal with the tribe whore's balls, which were not at all small.
"A bitch?-" Kuvoi placed a hand on her chest, indicating that she had taken offense at the insult, though there was an incredibly sultry expression on her face. "-For you, I'll even be a sow." Upon making that claim, the tribe whore rolled over and stuck her rear out. That plump ass wobbled enticingly, her balls hung low, and her pussy was now completely uncovered.
Ghalka gave Kuvoi's rear a slap, eliciting a moan from the latter, while, with her other hand, she guided the tip of her painfully erect cock towards that sopping quim. It looked as though it had seen a lot of use, which was to be expected, and it was, probably, loose, by most people's standards, but for the magic wielder it was going to be just fine. Maybe even a little tight.
"Good." She grunted as she prodded at that slobbering cunt with her tip, feeling its searing heat. Kuvoi truly was a slut, and that only made it feel as though the chief was already disgraced, in a sense. One of their daughters - a total whore for cock.
Ghalka pushed the tip of her shaft into Kuvoi, feeling how the whore's cunt struggled to open wide enough to accomodate the monstrous girth of her member. Her hands slid along the slut's rear and came to rest at the hips, making sure she had a solid grip. Then, with a mighty thrust, she rammed two thirds of her penis inside of the chief's daughter.
Kuvoi yowled in ecstasy, throwing her head rearwards and arching her back, while Ghalka groaned loudly, feeling the folds of her partner's pussy clamping down. She had not managed to go all the way, because there seemed to be some kind of barrier stopping her cock from plunging as deep as it had to. Evidently, that was the entrance to her womb, or maybe even her cervix.
"You bitch-" Growled Ghalka and pulled back, rearing herself to ram even harder. "-Open up!" With that, she barreled into Kuvoi's pussy, eliciting an even louder cry from the chief's daughter. The pressure on her cock was incredible - even though the tribe whore's cunt was loose, and even though she looked as though she was not actually physically powerful, there was a difference between unpronounced and lacking.
Ghalka's tip slammed against Kuvoi's cervix, and, even though it started giving way, the shunned Goliath did not have enough momentum to break through. She started moving, pulling back as far as she could, until almost all of her shaft had slid out of the tribe whore's pussy, only to then ram it back in. The slut's whines grew more and more sensual, while Ghalka's grunts grew more and more frequent.
She rammed her cock into Kuvoi again and again, feeling her nut sack slap against her partner's gonads, while the urge to slam her pelvis against that round ass only increased in intensity. There was an animalistic desire within Ghalka, the need to shove her member so far into the tribe whore's pussy, that it would be completely engulfed by those warm folds.
"Yes-" Wailed Kuvoi as the magic wielder thrust into her, again and again. "-Fuck me!" She urged her partner to keep going, and, even though Ghalka needed no encouragement, that willingness, that promiscuity, that obscene vulgarity, of the chief's daughter, no less, stimulated her even more.
The barrage of thrusts grew more and more rapid, as Kuvoi's cervix slowly started giving way. With one last powerful motion, Ghalka finally broke through and felt the satisfying sensation of the woman's rear slapping against her lower body. Kuvoi's whole frame shuddered and she screamed in bliss.
Ghalka, pleased by this, was surprised to feel something bumping against her cock, still buried far into the tribe whore's womb. She wanted to loose her load inside of the bitch currently mewling in an orgasmic state, though that slight startle made her reconsider. Then she realized that it was Kuvoi's own penis throbbing wildly, as she ejaculated onto her bed, and hitting her stomach with its upper side.
She reached around with one of her hands, leaning into the body of the chief's daughter, and felt around the ejaculating woman's stomach. Fair enough, there it was - a bulge right at her abdomen, which, if squeezed, made Ghalka feel as though she was squeezing her own cock, only through a thick layer of leather. In this case, it was Kuvoi's skin.
Instead of returning to her previous position, she remained on top of the tribe whore, her right arm hooked around her stomach, wrapping around her twitching penis, still leaking cum, while her left hand grabbed a hold of her chin, forcing her to turn to the side. Ghalka's lips met Kuvoi's, and the thoroughly disgraced woman immediately started kissing back, much to the magic wielder's pleasure.
The shunned Goliath did not care that most of the liquid in the mouth of her partner was a combination of her own pre-cum and saliva. As their tongues swirled around one another, she started moving her hand up and down along the twitching penis, which was, most likely, sensitive as a result of just spurting a sizable load on the furs covering the bed. Her hips started moving, her range of motion lessened, so as to enjoy the incredible sensation of constriction that Kuvoi's cervix was providing.
"Please-" Gasped the chief's daughter, in between moans and groans, as their lips parted. "-Slow down-" Her words were cut short as Ghalka sped up the pace, gripping the tribe whore's shaft with even more force, opting to be far rougher than before. She picked up the pace at which she was thrusting into Kuvoi, the wet sound of their balls slapping against each other, the moans, gasps and groans of the two of them, as well as the thick scent of sex in the tent, made the magic wielder feel as though she was getting closer.
"You want it slow?-" Growled Ghalka, her breathing becoming ragged. "-You want it slow, huh?" She repeated her question and stopped jacking Kuvoi's penis off, instead gripping as tight as she felt would be tight enough to be barely out of the range of pain. In addition to that, she ceased her hip movements, resting her own cock in the tribe whore's clenching pussy. The chief's daughter gasped in disbelief, while the magic wielder felt her trying to thrust her own hips forward, to jack herself off and make that fat slab of meat inside her resume its barrage.
"I-" She whined, but could not finish her statement, as Ghalka tugged on her member roughly. Her expression was colored with an anguish that could only be relieved by a resumption of their coitus, as she moaned loudly. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, her eyes were puffy from her tears, and drool was leaking down her chin.
"How do you want it, you whore?" Hissed the magic wielder, feeling her own desire, to keep ramming her cock into Kuvoi's lewd orifice, grow more and more difficult to withstand. Fortunately for her, the tribe whore underneath her was way past the point of trying to hold back her lust.
"Hard-" She whined, needily. "-Hard and fast! Fuck me!" Kuvoi managed to convey just how great her desire was with her words, adorning them with such a sultry pronunciation that Ghalka felt relieved to hear them.
The shunned Goliath climbed onto the bed, the soles of her feet landing adjacent to Kuvoi's knees. Now, Ghalka would be able to thrust far more efficiently, and even get a greater range of motion. She could not wait anymore, and pulled back.
Loud, lustful moans filled the chamber, as Kuvoi and Ghalka both rejoiced at the resumption of their coitus. There was no other sound, even though the magic wielder felt as though there should have been a slurping noise, as the tribe whore's cunt was so wet, and it was clinging to her cock so, so hard, that the possibility of there not being an audible result left her almost feeling unsatisfied.
Almost, for when one pulls out, they are bound to ram whatever it was that was removed back in. Ghalka slid her shaft back into Kuvoi's pussy, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her as the tightness around her member returned, as her tip slammed against her partner's womb, as it distended her stomach. The pressure, coming from all sides, clenching down on her, made her feel so, so good, the only thing keeping her from blowing was her restraint and the power of her Kegel muscles.
Kuvoi's moans grew louder, her body shuddering as her cock tensed up in Ghalka's hand, and the latter felt how the former's balls clenched. She was cumming, again, and, as a result of that, her cunt tightened immensely. The magic wielder let out a loud moan of her own, feeling how her shaft was being milked by the tribe whore's womanhood. There was no holding back.
Ghalka felt herself shuddering, and, with her last thrust, before her cock erupted, she slammed herself balls deep inside Kuvoi, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Pleasure overwhelmed her, eliciting a loud cry, as she felt her testicles get squeezed dry by her own body. Urethra gaping as wide as it possibly could, rubbing against the tribe whore's womb, Ghalka came.
Her load was incredible in volume. Ropes of thick cum splurted out of her cock, splashing into Kuvoi's cunt. The obscene amount should have made it so the gooey liquid overflowed and leaked out from between Ghalka's shaft and the tribe whore's lower lips, but that did not happen. So swollen was the magic wielder's member, so flared up was its tip, that it was like a plug.
More and more of the shunned Goliath's cum flooded into her partner's womb, each blast more viscous and pronounced than the last. Kuvoi was wailing in bliss, her penis throbbing as she ejaculated a third time. Her stomach, already distended by Ghalka's massive cock, grew bloated and heavy with baby batter. The magic wielder, without using any spells, was pumping so much cum inside of her that her abdomen was bulging out in a most vulgar manner, based off of the insane amount of liquid that was being deposited within.
Her orgasm lasted almost an entire minute, and, by the end of it, she was covered in a thick sheen of sweat, a great feeling of relief and momentary exhaustion washing over her as she slumped over Kuvoi. The tribe whore's belly was so full of cum that she looked almost as though she was pregnant in one of the earlier months.
She was definitely pregnant, and that brought joy to Ghalka. One step had been made, and she had already disgraced the chief, but there was more to be done. Two more wombs needed her seed.