Shortstack Saturday - Luissea

Shortstack Saturday - Luissea

Coverart by Queenchikkibug

A Shortstack Saturday about a female goblin that owns a bar in which she has some fun with several orcs, humans and half-orcs before they go off to do dangerous work. It’s pretty messy, but I hope you like it.

Contains: Goblin, shortstack, bukakke, gokkun, blowjob, buttjob, titfuck, excessive cum.

Enjoy!

Luissea

Tumultuous cheers and hoots resounded through The Green Wave tavern. Not that something like that was unusual in a tavern, and Sheylandre Theymor knew that if the noises were trouble that the bouncers would take care of it. Unfortunately, things just didn’t seem to settle down. If anything, it appeared as if every patron had joined in. So, partially curious, but mostly annoyed that her break was interrupted, Sheylandre stormed out of the kitchen where she had been eating and burst into the common room.

When she saw all of The Green Wave’s patrons surrounding a table in the centre of the table, all either bottomless or completely naked, she could not help but release a loud, indignant gasp. Not that it helped with getting anyone’s attention. Their focus remained on the table they appeared to be fascinated by it, while Sheylandre was stuck with staring at several pairs of flexing orcish and human buttocks. And those of whatever half-breeds were currently present.

‘Excuse me!’ Sheylandre shrieked, deciding that this was the best way to get everyone’s attention. ‘Why, by all the Gods, are you waving your genitals around in the tavern? If Mistress Luissea was around she’d have your hide!’ Sheylandre said with a huff as she put her hands on her hips and did her best to assume a stern expression.

A few of the orcs turned around. Big, scarred warriors that were no doubt passing through town in the hope of finding employment as mercenaries or guards. Or perhaps they were simply looking for adventure. In any case, it was obvious that they weren’t impressed with the Elven wench glaring at them. When the monstrous, green-skinned monsters turned their attention back to the table Sheylandre actually felt a small pang of disappointment. Everyone knew orcs loved Elves. At least if the stories she’d heard were anything to go by. Was she not good enough for them, Sheylandre wondered?

Of course, she quickly decided that that couldn’t be the case. She was barely an inch over the five foot mark and appeared younger than she actually was. Far younger, which had the downside that people rarely took her seriously, like now. Meanwhile her body was slender and graceful in a way that would turn your average dancing girl green with envy. What with her slim, graceful limbs, swan-like neck and her waspish waist.

Not that orcs seemed to care a lick about beautiful things. But even then, her uniform made sure to draw anyone’s attention to her modest chest. Thanks to the corset that she wore over her frilly white and green barmaid uniform, her already tiny waist appeared to be even thinner while her breasts had been pushed up. Her skirt was also rather short, presenting a pair of bronzed buttocks that were shaped by years of horseback riding and had just enough fat on them to jiggle slightly.

Before the Elf could spend any longer wondering about just what had captured the Green Wave’s patrons’ attention or why it was more important than her. A voice came from the centre of the crowd. It was a familiar one, and also explained why Mistress Luissea wasn’t behind the bar like usual.

‘Don’t worry, Shey.’ Came the husky voice of her boss. ‘I’m just making sure to give these boys a night to remember before they go off to fight and die in some stupid war across the border.’

Those calm words made the crowd surrounding the table part, and the goblin sitting in the middle of the table hadn’t even had to ask. Between her incredibly thick green thighs sat a large glass pitcher. It had no doubt been expensive, most pitchers in the tavern were of simple wood or clay, but it appeared that Luissea’s male companions didn’t care, seeing as they were all aiming their members at the thing as they pumped their hands up and down.

‘Go back to your break, Shey.’ Luissea said, as if there wasn’t a huge green cock nestled in the crook of her neck. ‘I’ll just be here, making sure that these gentlemen have some fun filling up this pitcher. And don’t break it.’

How it could ever break, Sheylandre didn’t know. Not only was the goblin holding it between her thighs, but her humongous green breasts, which were in fact so large that they were resting on said thighs, were practically hugging the pitcher as if it were some sort of large glass cock. Which again made the Elf wonder just why her goblin boss thought that a glass pitcher was necessary for this kind of thing if you could barely see inside of it!

‘Or stay and watch, it doesn’t matter to me.’ Luissea mused when the Elven bar wench didn’t move. ‘Though I never thought you’d be quite this kinky, Shey.’ The goblin added as she reached out with both of her small hands and began to stroke the dicks closest to her.

Sheylandre had wanted to move. But couldn’t. It was as if something compelled her to stay and watch, but why? The small goblin woman was no doubt younger than her, but had taken Sheylandre in and given her a job when she was lost and confused. Acting much like a mother figure. But now, she saw that sharp, severe face of Luissea with its sharp chin and high cheekbones transform from that of a strict mother into that of a horny harlot.

‘Mmm…yes!’ Luissea hissed as one of the shafts in her hands belched out a thick, syrupy rope of cum. ‘Fill that pitcher for me!’ She cried, as white strings of seed splattered down onto one of her massive jugs. Barely any of it made it into the pitcher between her legs.

‘Use that mouth…for something better…’ A scarred orc missing a tusk said in halting common as he grabbed the inky black ponytail that stuck from the top of the goblin’s head and pulled her towards his monstrous pole.

‘She’s never going to be able to take all that!’ Sheylandre whispered softly to herself as the brutish orc rubbed Luissea’s face against his member. It had to be as long as the Elf’s forearm, if not just as thick! And decorated with bulging veins the size of her pinky finger.

‘Don’t you worry!’ A one-eyed human chuckled. ‘This little greenskin slut does this nearly every year. Just watch.’

So that was exactly what Sheylandre did. She watched as the orc missing one of his tusk kept Luissea’s head in place while moving his massive shaft horizontally over the goblin’s face. Rubbing the green, veiny skin of it over Luissea’s plush, beestung lips and underneath her sharp, aquiline nose. The whole inn went quiet at that moment, as if they wanted to make sure that the Elven bar wench could hear her boss sniff loudly. If that was the case, however, only the orc missing his tusk made it clear that he heard it. Seeing as he chuckled loudly, before turning the goblin’s head and forcing his cockhead past her full lips.

Although Luissea had obviously been eager to take the orc’s huge pole, Sheylandre was still surprised with how easily she handled it. The goblin’s throat bulged out dramatically as those fat inches were pushed down her gullet, but she never struggled or showed any discomfort. Sheylandre noticed a few strings of saliva run down the corners of her boss’ mouth to join the mess of cum on her tits, but that was it. In no time at all Luissea’s nose was buried in the orc’s pubes, though it did not stay there long. With a pleased grunt the orc pulled the goblin’s head backwards, then towards him again, then backwards…and so on and so forth.

‘Does it feel good to be used as an object like that?’ Sheylandre wondered aloud, feeling something twinge and grow hot in the pit of her stomach as she continued to watch.

‘Do you want to find out?’ One of the men surrounding Luissea asked.

‘With a brute like you?’ Sheylandre huffed, angry and embarrassed that she had been overheard. ‘Never!’

The man that had addressed her simply shrugged in a way that seemed to say “Your loss”, before he turned his attention back towards Luissea and the orc that was using her throat as if it was some kind of toy. He was just in time to see the goblin’s stomach be pumped full of cum, though he missed the trickle of wetness that ran down one of Sheylandre’s shapely thighs.

With a satisfied grunt, the orc with the missing tusk pulled Luissea’s mouth off of his member. Strings of cum mixed with saliva were suspended between his beefy shaft and the goblin’s lips. They finally snapped when Luissea’s head was pulled backwards far enough, fortunately landing in the pitcher.

‘Tut-tut,’ Luissea cooed in a chastising tone of voice. ‘We’ll never fill this baby up at this rate.’ She added, while seductively running a finger over the rim of the pitcher between her thighs.

‘Shut up, you little green whore!’ One of the half-orc’s surrounding the tables growled. ‘I’ve been waiting to lay my hands on those jugs of yours ever since I set foot in this place!’

With that said, he copied the action of the scarred orc that went before him and grabbed Luissea’s ponytail. Then, after pushing away some of the men nearby, he pulled the goblin towards him and didn’t stop until she was lying down on the table. Luissea still had her thick, motherly thighs clenched tightly around the pitcher, but otherwise didn’t protest as the half-orc’s balls dragged over her face when he moved to shove his prick between the goblin’s enormous green knockers.

Despite being well over a hundred years old, Sheylandre suddenly felt very young indeed when she watched as the far shorter goblin’s cavern-like cleavage swallowed the half-orc’s large cock with ease. And she felt her own nipples stiffen when she noticed the way in which Luissea’s thick, dark green nubs were being pinched and teased. Now, completely comfortable, the half-orc began to move.

His hips moved slowly at first, his balls dragging back and forth over Luissea’s face. But when some of his comrades groaned and grunted, and peppered the goblin’s massive green mounds with jizz, seemingly purposely trying not to hit the pitcher even though some ropes managed to make it in anyway, the half-orc’s pace grew more rapid. He pulled a face at the unwanted “lubrication”, but didn’t seem to be bothered enough to actually slow down or stop.

Disgusting! Sheylandre thought in response to the whole display, even though her fingers danced over her bare, plump pussylips as she continued to watch her boss being violated.

The half-orc’s furious titfuck continued for quite a while until eventually his pace had grown so rapid that the sound of his testicles smacking against Luissea’s forehead managed to rise above the murmuring of the crowd that surrounded the goblin. Despite not having a lot of experience with the opposite sex, even Sheylandre knew he was getting close to his limits. And sure enough, as soon as the thought had crossed her mind the half-orc released a mighty roar.

Streamers of cum that seemed to have to consistency of porridge blasted from the bottom of Luissea’s cavernous’ cleavage. The Elven bar wench watched as her boss tried to pull her legs a little closer to make sure that the pitcher would not be knocked over as one side of it was painted white. Yet, luckily for Luissea, the half-orc’s seed left his cumslit with enough force that plenty of fat white ropes did manage to make their way over the rim of the glass pitcher.

‘You fool!’ One of the men that the half-orc had pushed away snapped. ‘Don’t fill the damn thing up too soon!’ He added, while slapping the taller man upside the head.

The half-orc growled angrily and began pulling away from Luissea, and Sheylandre briefly worried that a fight would break out. Apparently some of the other men surrounding the table did too because a man with one eye, the one that had claimed that Sheylandre’s Mistress did something like this every year, took advantage of everyone’s fear by grabbing one of Luissea’s slim ankles and pulled her towards her.

Luissea cursed as she was suddenly pulled away, and quickly made a grab for the pitcher. Fortunately, despite how slippery it currently was, she managed to keep it from falling. Now she lied there on her stomach, enormous breasts flattened against the table and face pressed up against the cumcoated pitcher when she felt somebody pawing at her buttcheeks. With the object of their lusts gone, everyone quickly forgot about the fact that a fight might break out and were cursing out the man that had grabbed the goblin.

‘Hey, if the kid gets to shove his prick between the green skank’s tits then Iwant to use her ass!’ He shouted. ‘You all should know by now that no normal woman can match the ass of these little baby factories!’ He grumbled, more to himself than his compatriots.

Sheylandre found herself scooting closer to the table to get a better look at her Mistress in her current position, and couldn’t help but agree with the one-eyed human. Luissea’s buttocks nearly managed to be as big as her breasts! Her green buttglobes resembled two full moons, only seperated by the deep cleft of her asscrack, and seemed to wobble and jiggle with nearly every small movement she made. And the human’s thick fingers simply seemed to disappear in the soft green flesh.

Everyone surrounding the table continued to complain, but didn’t stop the human as he buried his prick between Luissea’s buttcheeks. His prick vanished completely between the halves of Luissea’s jiggling rump as his beer gut was flattened against it. He groaned and shuddered as viscous, pearlescent ropes suddenly shot out from the goblin’s asscrack. Sheylandre briefly wondered if he had already reached his orgasm. But whether that was the case or not, it didn’t stop the human from moving.

For several minutes he pounded against Luissea’s voluminous rear, and the goblin mewled softly. She desperately tried to hold on to the slippery pitcher as her small, outrageously curvy form was rocked back and forth. Sheylandre’s Mistress seemed to be the only one that really cared about this silly little game, although that didn’t stop some of the other men from jerking themselves off and hosing her body down with their hot, slimy cum. A result of that was that not every rope of jizz landed on her face, her bulging tits or her back. Some strings of cum actually did manage to make it inside the pitcher.

In fact, it was nearly full when the man pounding away behind Luissea finally reached his limit. With a cry, he roughly grabbed as much of the goblin’s assmeat as possible and squeezed. Sheylandre watched as jets of his cum escaped from her Mistress’ asscrack and managed to fly over the goblin’s head, only to land in her pitcher. Finally filling it up all the way.

Did…did she somehow do that? Sheylandre wondered, as Luissea crawled away from the one-eyed man and sat down in the centre of the table again.

‘So boys, you got to enjoy me,’ Luissea purred. ‘Now I will enjoy this. And then we’ll call it a night.’ When she uttered the word this she raised the pitcher.

Sheylandre wrinkled her nose as she eyed the thick, viscous liquid. It barely seemed to move at all within the pitcher as Luissea raised it, and somehow the goblin had managed to gather so much of it that globules were slowly pouring over the rim. Yet her boss eyed it as if it was the most delicious thing in the world, and Sheylandre couldn’t help but watch as she brought the pitcher to her lips.

Luissea loudly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the hot, slimy cum. Nobody within the room missed the bulges that traveled down her throat to fill her stomach. After everything she had been through in the past hour or so, the goblin couldn’t possibly be thirsty for more cum, Sheylandre thought. Obviously, she was proven wrong when Luissea slammed the pitcher down with enough force to shake loose some droplets of spunk that were still clinging to her body. Then, she announced, after letting loose an unladylike burp:

‘Okay, boys. Fun’s over. You should all get a good night’s rest, because you’re all going to be real busy after today!’ Then, Sheylandre noticed that her boss was looking right at her. ‘Unless, Shey here wants a chance at filling, and draining, the pitcher?’ She asked, and suddenly the Elf realized that she was still furiously petting her pussy as every single eye turned towards her…

THE END