Uncontrollable shivers thundered up along the goblinoids back as the blue trolless wailed her desperate pleas; his eyes drooped shut, communicating the enjoyment he found in his tortured symphony of perversion. Now this.. this was the extra gravy that sent him to bed with a smile on his face.<br/><br/>His eyes snapped open, a howl of deep, deep gratitude expressed across a frustrated public servants attempt to plead his particular case concerning the ownership of a herd of cows up north that could have some sizeable impact on local economy:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>NOW THAT! Is how A’ LIKE ya’ t’talk, troll slut! MUSIC TO MY EARS!</b></span>”<br/><br/>A stinging butt-slap exploded against her backside again, more forceful than the last. Ripples of excruciating pain tumbled headstrongly through Tamaska, muddling together with the agonizing lustful vibrations that his tormenting manhood wrought on her by its stimulus.<br/>In a showcase of crass humiliation, the demonic master sent a small, directed glob of spit aimed at her derriere, soaking her forbidden hole in his genuine, homebrewn lube; the sense of the lukewarm fluid might have been easier to notice, had his finger not immediately thereafter begun pumping into – and abusing – her, gyrating, tingling, wiggling and humping.<br/>SLAM! In one brutal, indiscreet, potent and ravenous thrust, even the finger-wiggling shenanigans in her abused butt-hole paled in comparison to his dick hilting so painfully deep that her brain was scampering to produce an appropriate response that her body could react on – for half a second, she felt nothing as her frustrated brain-cells shrugged helplessly and had to call to congress to debate how best to respond; it took some harsh, shrieking arguments before her brain cells (on a slim majority vote) decided to vote in favor of pleasure, which then literally exploded throughout Tamaska.<br/><br/>And then – like a super typhoon battering on the shores of a hapless costal village – Emberspike began to punch his manflesh into her cunny, making sure to include every agonizingly delicious inch, starting at the very tip of his manhood to the point where his hipbones collided noisily with her assflesh. The slaps alone made a terrible, perverted racket that intermixed in the symposium of lusty noises escaping from these agents of vocal discord. In fact, by now, some diligent members of the audience couldn’t control their urges and found inspiration in the entertainment that Emberspike and Tamaska provided. Needless to say, men and women alike found reason to shred their restrictive garbs and join the almost ritualistic praise to perversion.<br/><br/>Like an angry, panting mutt did her tormentor exploit the blue-skinned fuck puppy – she felt tingles of his saliva stinging across her boiling back, as the hell-fiend made no attempt to guard his dignity, his tongue wagging in open mouthed triumph. At every compression between the lovers’, he snorted out an animal “Hrarh!”, his thick cock twitching and pulsing on its inward and outward movement.<br/>The pungent musky scent of sex and sweat that the two produced hang heavily in the air, overpowering any other idle odor in the room – they delved into this maddening rush to sexual release together in a sort of ironic unity that ought to have been exclusive for passionate, consenting lovers but was marred by the constant reminder of his position over her; she was his fuck doll and he was at liberty to use her to satisfy his every whim, regardless of her own desires and wishes – not that said desires and wishes in this situation didn’t correlate swimmingly.<br/><br/>He relentlessly pushed on through her first orgasm, head lolling backward, eyes rolling towards the ceiling as he drank in her warmth, wetness, tormented desire and sexual delivery.<br/>Nor did he stop when his own orgasm hit him like a gut-punch; a perpetual roar heralded his delivery, his unnatural manhood expelling large sprays of cum butter, coating her inner walls in the very first spasm before literally discharging outwards from her cunt in strings of pearly whiteness  -  as his relentless, brutal fuck continued, every exit of her snatch drew out dollops of his man juice, sending it splattering onto the floor, on her ass, oozing down her inner and outer thighs and bespattering her lovely, curved shins.<br/><br/>As he trashed into her, the mess that now glazed her upturned booty oozed down her back, delicious cords of his goo painting across her sweat-laden back like painterly strokes lightening a blue canvas. Only when poor Tamaska had wept out her second agonizing orgasm, did this monumental fuck dwindle into idle rutting that left both involved worn and used.<br/><br/>Emberspike got off, panting like a lion after a hundred mile dash, seizing her hips and pulling her backwards onto her knees. With a firm, unapologizing yank of her hair, he pulled her lolling head free of the seating pillow, slid down to have a seat before almost disgracefully shoving her wonderful plump lips down onto his still cum-oozing cock, one said rivulet of his juice slinging down in a slim “U” between her mouth and the top of her collarbone. A hand on her back made sure she went nowhere, acting as a bona fide cocksleeve and resting sheath for his well-used manhood.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>*Phew* Now –THAT-, puppy, was just wha’ the doctors’ ordained.. A’ll be sleepin’ like a baby lamb tonight.</b></span>”<br/><br/>His two glaring eyes settled on the misused trolless in his command, a grin not as large as before settling on his sharp-lined face;<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Now be a good bitch’n’prop yerself on all fours. A’ want the spectators ter’ see the fruit of our labors.</b></span>”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>