What happens in Desolace

Amonsine cried in her older sister's lap, though why she wasn't sure. She knew it wasn't the pain; the healing totem in the center of their cell was very effective in mending her injuries. She even doubted that it was the fact she had just been raped by an orc. Well, maybe in the sense that he had stolen her anal virginity, she had wanted to save that for her sister, but physically she had more than enjoyed it, she was even disapointed that it had to end. Emotionally, she felt she deserved it, she had spent the last six years hunting and killing orcs like animals. No matter how helpless they were, she cut them down without mercy. And now she felt that she deserved whatever these orcs would do to her.



Maluciel ran her fingers through her sister's hair as tears slowly poured from her glowing eyes. While Amonsine's tears were of guilt, Maluciel was crying out of pure rage. At the orcs for capturing and raping her, at herself for being captured and enjoying the rape. She'd never admit it to anyone, but the orc had given her an orgasm as powerful as any her sister had. Without even trying to please her, the orcs had given her more pleasure than any night elf male she had shared her bed with. Granted, it hurt like hell, but she had even enjoyed that. She made an amendment to the promise she had made herself earlier; not only would she escape and kill every orc in this fortress, she would rape every male, then kill herself for enjoying it so much.



Amonsine's tears began to subside as she felt the warmth of the healing totem washing through her body; like warm water pouring over her naked skin. It felt good, excited her. Excitment that only increased as she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her sister's pussy, close to her face. Not only could she smell her sister's sex, she could smell the musk of the orc that had invaded her, she could smell his cum. Focusing in the dim light, she could see his cum was oozing out of Maluciel's pussy, and was shocked at how much this increased her desire to taste her sister's cunt.



"Mmm...nnn...Wha...Amonsine, what are you doing?!" Maluciel had lost herself to the water like feeling of the totem's magic and fantasies of riding orc cocks to climax before killing them when she felt the feather touch of her sister's tongue on her clit, lapping over it slowly. Looking down at her sister's increasing efforts, feeling her tongue sliding down along her pussy lips, feeling the warmth of arousal building within her own body, Maluciel knew she wouldn't get an answer from her sister, and wouldn't get her to stop, not that she wanted to. Resigning to this, regardless of how horrible the time and place were, the elder elf began moaning, tilting her head back as she brought her hands to her breast, pinching her nipples as her sister's hair brushed against the inside of her thighs.



The younger elf's tongue traced all along her sister's nether reigions, licking up every drop of orc cum and her sister's pussy juices that she could find. She didn't swallow, only savored the taste of it in her mouth as she licked her sister. When she was sure she had exhausted every trace outside, she was determined to get more inside, and thrust her tongue inside her sisters pussy, writhing it around her inner walls. She brought one hand to her sister's clit, taking it between her thumb and forefinger and rubbing it, pinching it roughly. Her other hand slid down between her own legs, thrusting two fingers inside herself, rubbing her clit with her palm.



Maluciel bit her lip, moaning as her sister pleasured her with her tongue. She wrapped her long legs around her sisters head, pulling her in deeper. Amonsine had never eaten her out so well before, her tongue touched all the right places, the eager gentlness of the tongue and the slow, rough efforts of her fingers on her clit created to counter points of pleasure that were making her lightheaded. Her own hands firmly massauged her breast and pinched her nipples between her sharp fingernails. A heat was building in her stomach, that was moving lower, and becoming hotter. And her moans became louder.



Amonsine's tongue invaded as deep as it could, running along her sister's inner wall, licking the juices pouring from her cunt. She had long finished off the traces of orc cum inside of her, delicious though it was, she was now lusting after the taste of her sister's cunt. She moaned against Maluciel's pussy as she fingered herself, driving her tongue deeper into her sister's tight pussy, tasting her wet juics and the left over musk of the hard, green cock that had pounded her less than an hour earlier. Maluciel's muscles tensed, her legs tightening around her sister as she threw her head back, crying out as she climaxed, spraying her wet juices over her sister's face.



Maluciel looked down at her sister, who was eagerly licking her pussy and thighs clean of the hot juices she had just squirted, moaning against her skin as she rubbed her own cunt. The elder night elf's arousal was sparked again by the soft, cat like movements of her sister's tongue on her skin and the sight of her sister pleasuring herself. She pulled her sister up, kissing her deeply before either had the chance to say anything. Amonsine's tongue quickly surrendered dominance to her sister's, Maluciel eagerly, passionatley kissing, tasting her own climax fresh on Amonsine's lips.



Maluciel pushed Amonsine to her back without breaking the kiss, crawling on top of her. Their perk breast pressed together as the elves kissed, and their legs intertwined. The sisters moaned into eachothers mouths as they began grinding their pussies together. Maluciel reached down, thrusting two fingers into her sister's pussy as she forcibly rubbed her own sore clit against Amonsine's, who began to moan and whimper as her sister kissed down her neck, biting her playfully. "Goddess, yes...oh...by Elune, fuck me sister, fuck me!"



The older sister was too happy to oblige, thrusting in harder with her fingers and grinding her cunt vigoriously. Her sibbling began begging for more in their native tongue, begging her not to stop. Maluciel began to roll over, moving the two towards the healing totem in the middle of the room. Their injuries had disappeared, but the totem still had som magic left in it, as Maluciel began dragging herself and hersister closer to it, positioning it between their legs. The two began to pant breathlessly, moaning loudly as they pressed their cunts against the totem, grinding it as hard as they did eachother, the totem's power feeling like warm water cascading over their pussy lips.



Maluciel began doubling her efforts on her sister, thrusting another finger into her pussy, fingering her hard. With her other hand, she began to firmly, roughly massauge Amonsine's breast, pinching her nipple between her sharp fingernails, much like she had done to herself. As the girl's body began to tense, her toes curling and muscles tightening, Maluciel began nibbling on her sister's sensitive ear, driving her over the edge into orgasm. Feeling her sister's pussy convulse and contract against her own, Maluciel was pushed to the brink, climaxing in time with her sister as they echoed eachother's moans.



They laid there for a long time, panting heavily, moving only to breath. After a while, Maluciel removed her fingers from her sister's slit, bringing them up between their faces and pressing them against Amonsine's lips. Kissing her with the wet fingers between them, the sisters licked the juices from the finers together, and smiled lovingly into eachother's glowing eyes. For that moment, they forgot they were prisioners in an orcish fortress, they forgot they may very soon be dead. For that moment, they were simply sisters in love.



And then, the creeking sound of the heavy iron doors opening brought them back to reality, they turned in shock as a green figure stood in the doorway, hands wrapped around the handle of a very large battle axe.



To be continued.