Play Three: Nuns and Lost Traveler
In which our travelling company of deviant artists and actors ventures into the reclusive nation of Minotaurs.
Kinks for this chapter include: creampies, breeding, nuns, and size difference. Enjoy, friends.
Iole was a minotaur. She was taller than most humanoids, and she’d had her horns professionally sawed off and the stumps smoothed. She dug into the spice bag with a fork that was too small for her hands. The whole meal was too small for her, but she’d be fucked before she let the goblin chip shop owner charge her double for a size appropriate portion. She was in the town of Madcliff, looking for answers and finding none. She checked her bag and flashed a couple of coins the owner’s way. She wondered if she could write it off as a work expense, but thought better of it. It was the king’s coin, either way she sliced it, and he probably couldn’t wrap his silly brain around the divine nature of a spice bag.
“Hey, champion,” said Iole to the owner. “Know any good shows in town?”
“Maybe I do,” said the goblin. “Whatcha asking for?”
“I represent his majesty, King Polykrates of the Mazelands,” said Iole. “I’m sure you can be persuaded with some coin.”
“I’m not some sort of fixer,” said the goblin. “I run a chippy. Buy some stuff, and I can point you in the direction of the hottest show in town. But they’re only here for the next two days.”
Iole’s stomach growled, and she reluctantly purchased a second spice bag. It came soaking and smelling like delicious corn oil, garlic, and chilies. She couldn’t be too mad about this trade-off, even if it meant travelling back to the Mazelands would leave her funds a bit light.
“There’s a new kind of play in town. It’s put on by Western Bane Co,” said the chip shop owner. “They call it ‘Pornographie’.”
“Pornographos?” asked Iole. “I’m familiar with the concept…but as a work of theater?”
“That’s right,” said the goblin. “My dad went to a show and couldn’t stop talking about it…I don’t enjoy speaking to my dad, if you can imagine that.”
“I’m not on speaking terms with my family either,” said Iole. “Though your father sounds like he might have a fixation. When is their next performance?”
“Tonight sometime. I wouldn’t know, I refuse to attend,” said the shop owner.
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The Madcliff theater smelled not too dissimilar to the spice bag that she ate. The second bag she purchased rested on her lap as she watched the performance. There was a brief bit of foreplay at the start where a dwarven woman pretended to be a disgruntled librarian and some greyskinned elf pretended to be a patron. After the preamble was done, stagehands in black bodysuits peeled away the facade desks and shelves so the audience could see the elf bouncing the dwarf on an admittedly impressive cock. Not bigger than hers, but big enough to be noticeable.
She was half hard while watching the scene, but not hard enough for the uniformed ushers to take notice and call her out. She wasn't about to whip it out and start masturbating in a theater; she was a professional, and these idiots might just be her ticket.
After the show concluded, she and a few others made for the backstage area, and she asked an elf man in a janitor’s uniform who the owner was.
“Did you catch the show?” he asked. “It’s the lad with the freakish tallywhacker.”
He gestured, and he could see that the elf from the stage show was wrapped in the arms of an orc woman.
Most people find orcs intimidating. Mostly, it’s a racism thing. But often, it comes down to height. Most people get freaked out by folks who are bigger than they are. Not Iole, though. She immediately locked eyes with Glasha and cut across the room towards them.
“Excuse me,” she said, clearing her throat. “I represent a very powerful man, and I was hoping I could have a moment of your time.”
Ailuin, the elf, was dressed, his body swaddled in a silken robe that mostly hid his frame.
“Sorry, we’re a bit busy at the moment,” replied Glasha, who stroked her husband's long black hair.
“I was speaking to him…he has a voice, I heard him use it,” said Iole.
Glasha’s eyes widened a bit, and she and her husband took a step back. This woman was unaccustomed to having someone backtalk her quite like that.
“What is it you want?” asked Ailuin.
“I represent King Polykrates of the Mazelands, and I wish to extend to your company the honor of performing before him and his court,” said Iole.
“Absolutely not!” shouted Ailuin as he began to run, only for him to quickly be pulled back in by his wife.
“Knive ears, baby, c’mon, let’s hear her out,” said Glasha who briefly looked down along Iole’s body.
“I will not go there, do you know what happens to people there, Glasha? They eat virgins and boil their bones to make soup!” shouted Ailuin.
“Nobody in the company is remotely virginal, so we should be fine,” said Glasha.
She gave Iole a placating smile, and Iole responded with a nose-flaring puff.
“Those are hideous rumors about our kingdom, spread by the propagandists of the south,” said Iole.
There were other horrible things about the Mazelands, but why did everyone always go with rumors of cannibalism? She would have left then and there, but she needed something to entertain Polykrates; the man was an insatiable consumer and needed to see something new practically every week like an idiotic child.
“Look…I understand you’re probably very busy. But we can offer you vast riches…but there is something else. Something I personally want,” said Iole.
“Let me guess, you want to get fucked by my husband?” asked Glasha.
“Husband? You’re married and you’re fine with… never mind all that…not really, no…I want to participate in your show…But I want a cut of what Polykrates will offer…Is there a private room we can go to so I can show what I have on hand?”
The three piled into a dressing room that had been cleared out.
“Alright, gorgeous,” said Glasha. “What makes you special enough that you think we’d choose you over one of our trained actors?”
Iole hiked up her skirt revealing her long, half hard cock for the married couple to see. She lifted her head away from them as they gawked, and the pair began whispering to themselves after a moment’s viewing.
“This is why I want to be in your show. The audience can see me as a brief novelty, I can get paid, I can get a sex change spell done on me…and I can flee the Mazelands forever.”
“...We could just give you the money, you don’t have to be in the show,” said Ailuin.
“That’s not happening,” said Glasha to her husband.
“She’s in distress, I feel like we’re exploiting her otherwise,” said Ailuin.
“It wouldn’t be the most exploitative thing to happen to me for money,” said Iole.
“See, she’s on board,” said Glasha. “Plus it would be good for the audience to see you handle a dick.”
“Let’s not talk about that,” said Iole, pulling her skirts back down over her body. “I want out of the Mazelands permanently, and I don’t care what needs to be done.”
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The Mazelands are a vast labyrinth built centuries ago. They were originally built by an ancient civilization to house the monsters created from their hubristic acts of magic. That civilization died out, replaced and absorbed by others, but what remains of them is their creations.
Without anyone lording over them, the Minotaurs built a civilization all their own within the Mazelands. Initially, they carved rudimentary homes in the walls of the maze, and then gradually they began to build entirely new structures. The maze ceased being their prison and became a home for generations of minotaurs. The capital city is New Corinth, the vibrant nucleus of the maze. Once, it was a fortress for the ancients who built the maze. Now, it’s a full, thriving city with a palace.
It was a three-day journey from the southern cave entrance of the Mazelands to the central city. The king’s palace still had the trappings of the fortress that it was built out of. It was the kind of building built to absorb heavy aerial fire from a dragon, but nobody had seen a dragon actually attack the Mazelands. That would require the mazelands to have a horde worth stealing from.
King Polykrates sat upon his throne with his crown all askew. He wore an oversized green military tunic adorned with tin medals and stars. Beside him, on a slightly more ornate throne, was his wife, Queen Eudoxia.
He drank wine from a crystal goblet and ate a handful of dates grown on the hydroponics level near the mountain’s peak. He was in a state of being perpetually sloshed, even when ‘sober.’
“Well done, Iole. Well done. I was hoping you would bring home a prize, and you have. I’ve heard tell of this company. Perverts and deviants, every one of them. If I weren’t curious about your work, you’d be in stocks,” said the king of the minotaurs, laughing between every other word.
“Thank you, I think?” said Ailuin. “You’re a generous host. Since you’re gracious enough to allow us to perform for you. Would you do us the honor of telling us what you’re into?”
“I don’t think I understand your meaning, elfboy,” said King Polykrates.
Ailuin winced; it had been years since he had been in a royal court. Not since childhood. He was trying to work out how to speak delicately to the man who was, at the very least, five glasses of wine deep.
“What kind of…I…sexual acts would you like to watch me and my actors perform?” asked Ailuin.
“I’m a simple man, I like to hump, I like to drink, and I like to give fealty to the gods,” said King Polykrates. “Do whatever feels natural.”
Glasha stood beside her husband and Iole. Her eyes kept flickering to Queen Eudoxia and her more ornate throne. It was uncharacteristic of this mad bastard to want to give anyone something that denoted more power, and she made a bold jab.
“Are you afflicted with the Watcher’s Lust?” asked Glasha.
Ailuin’s eyes widened, as did Iole’s. They both stared at Glasha and waited for the king to call in his guards and demand that they be executed on the spot. King Polykrates rose, and everyone watched as Queen Eudoxia rested her hand on the king’s. If either were capable of blushing, they would both be as red as a tomato.
“How could you tell?” asked King Polykrates.
Ailuin looked at the floor. Iole stared off into the middle distance, sort of falling out of her own body as she waited for more secrets to spill out in this private chamber.
“Lucky guess, I to feel the Watcher’s Lust, that’s why I allow my husband to fuck all manner of strange and beautiful women,” said Glasha.
The orc woman reached down and grabbed the length of her husband’s cock through the fabric of his robes. Ailuin winced, and the king could see what the elf was working with.
King Polykrates bit his lip before turning to his wife. She, too, was admiring the elf’s generous phallus.
“Every thought about acting, my sweet wife?” asked King Polykrates.
“Never once, but I’m curious,” said Eudoxia, breaking her silence.
“See knife ears,” whispered Glasha to her husband. “I’m an excellent negotiator. Now you can fuck two women for the price of one.”
Ailuin just looked down at his wife’s hand, which had an iron grip on his manhood.
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“What do you mean masks aren’t used in your theatrical work?” asked Eudoxia as they practiced the preamble for the scene.
“It’s just not common in plays outside of the Mazelands,” said Iole.
“Well, we’re going to have to have some made then,” said Eudoxia.
Ailuin very nearly tore his script in half. He couldn’t have a big, dramatic freak-out now. Otherwise, he was certain that King Polykrates would have him killed.
“Do you have masks that we could perhaps just use for the scene?” asked Ailuin, trying to keep his tone level.
“My husband will simply pay for it, elf, don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” said Eudoxia.
“Masks will get in the way of emoting, isn’t it important for the audience to see how you’re feeling?” asked Glasha.
“That’s what the masks are for. They’re for emoting,” said Iole.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” muttered Ailuin as he read what he wrote for himself and the ladies.
“Can we do something else about your character?” asked Queen Eudoxia.
Ailuin could feel a headache develop behind his eyes.
“What’s wrong with my character?” he asked, trying not to scream at Eudoxia.
“It’s a bit beneath me to have sex with a beggar, can’t we call you something different, something more dignified?” asked Eudoxia.
“I’m all ears…” said Ailuin before realizing how literal that statement was. “What do you have to offer, your grace?”
“How about ‘lost traveller’,” suggested Eudoxia. “It’s more rugged, more heroic seeming. Like a member of one of those adventuring guilds.”
“Fine!” snapped Ailuin. “Fine! Whatever!”
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The first night of the play came faster than Iole had anticipated. The stage in the palace was sparsely populated. The only audience was King Polykrates and his evil advisor, Iakovos. Both were stark naked and seated in their chairs. The play originally called for both Iole and Eudoxia to be dressed as Priestesses of Athena, but both of them found that would be in poor taste. So, their roles were quickly altered to be that of nuns. The black cloth clung to the curves of their bodies, giving them distinct silhouettes. But their faces were hidden behind clay masks.
Then there was Glasha. She had decided to have a role in the production. She wore more elaborate white robes to signify her position as the Mother Superior.
They were all sitting in silence, reading in a mock coenobium, when someone behind the set clashed some metal together to create a mock thunder, and that’s when the door burst open and Ailuin fell inside. His clothes were damp, and he was covered in fake blood.
“Steel yourselves, sisters!” declared Glasha, who was the first on her feet.
Ailuin did not move as Glasha walked over to him and effortlessly scooped him up.
“We have to get him out of those damp clothes!” said Iole, sounding things out in a manner akin to mahogany. “Or he’ll catch a cold!”
They laid him down on the couch and peeled off his damp travelling clothes, and gasped when his freakish cock was revealed.
“My word,” said Eudoxia, covering her mask’s mouth as she feigned benign aghast.
“Indeed,” said Glasha. “Why, he’s almost bigger than you, Sister Anita.”
It was Iole’s turn to cover her mask’s mouth in embarrassment.”Not quite that big, though.”
“It’s a grievous sin for us to look upon this man with lust,” said Glasha, suddenly becoming a figure of authority for the moment.
“Although,” said Iole. “I think if we were better directed, our lustful thoughts could be seen as something to be taken care of, then purged later.
Iole seized the length of Ailuin’s elven cock and began to gently pump it until it became plump, erect, and throbbing. “I’m surprised he hasn’t woken up.”
Eudoxia hiked up the skirt of her habit and reclined back in her chair to rub her sex aggressively as she watched as Iole gave the ‘unconscious’ traveller a handjob.
“I think you’d need me to guide you,” said Glasha. “Both of you, disrobe at once.”
They did as she said, casting all but their habits and masks aside. It was then that Ailuin began to stir. He looked around and found himself surrounded by two mostly naked women.
“Good, he’s risen,” said Glasha. “Do you like what you see before you, traveller?”
“I do,” admitted Ailuin sheepishly.
“Don’t be bashful now,” said Glasha. “It’s unbecoming. You’d do well to do as I command.”
“I will,” said Ailuin.
“Good,” said Glasha. “Have you ever taken a cock in your mouth before?”
Ailuin shook his head.
“Good, this will be a learning experience for you,” said Glasha. She then turned her head to Iole. “Sister Anita. Sit down and let this traveller earn his stay in our convent.”
Iole gladly reclined back and rested her own erect cock in her hand, eagerly waiting for the elf’s lips to wrap around it. She wondered how much of it he could take. Sure, he was probably fairly experienced, but ‘would he choke on it?’ was the question on her mind.
“Go slow,” said Glasha. “I wouldn’t want Sister Anita to expend herself so immediately.”
Ailuin locked eyes with Iole and extended a long tongue from his mouth before it circled the head of her cock. His breath was hot on the tip, and it admittedly made her throb with need. He then wrapped his lips around her and began bobbing up and down like the greedy dickpig she guessed him to be. Iole threw her head back and began to moan. Ailuin’s tongue continued to swirl around her cockhead while he sucked and bobbed.
Glasha laughed as she watched this. As Iole moved her head, she accidentally looked at the audience, and she could see that King Polykrates was using his evil advisor, Iakovos, as a sex toy. The taller minotaur was bouncing on the king’s cock and moaning like it was the only thing on his mind. This was a good sign. It meant he was enjoying the show. It would be a bad sign if the king wasn’t at least jerking his sweet dick.
She stopped paying attention though, getting lost in the suckjob the elf was giving her, that’s when she completely lost it and pulled out suddenly, spraying a fat load of cum all over his face. The white semen stuck out on his pale, grey skin, and his tongue snaked out to lick it off.
“It’s my turn,” said Eudoxia. She grabbed the elf and repositioned the both of them so she was sitting and he was standing.
Ailuin set out to work immediately, working his cock inside her needy royal pussy. Iole stroked her cock as she watched this scrawny little man plow her kingdom’s queen.
“That’s it,” said Glasha. “Thrust harder, she’s a big girl, she’s strong. You know she can take it!”
Ailuin did as she commanded and started thrusting harder.
Glasha got behind him and repositioned his hands, one fell between her legs and immediately began to circle and tease her clit in time with the thrusts. Glasha then grabbed Iole and positioned her behind him.
“Your cock’s sufficiently lubed with his spit…use that to your advantage,” said Glasha.
Iole got behind the elf and gradually worked the length of her cock inside his tight assshole. He squeezed her length perfectly and began thrusting out of synch with him, pounding him with twice the force he was using on the queen.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “You’re tearing me apart.~”
“Good,” said both Iole and Glasha.
Ailuin pressed his face against Eudoxia’s chest, and he quickly found himself sandwiched between the two minotaur women, and his body became slick with sweat and sticky with their hair. It was all too much, he didn’t even bother to pull out as he shot hard into her.
He then felt a warm sensation as Iole shot her load deep within him.
King Polykrates had apparently finished with his evil advisor and stood to applaud the display before him.
