[COM] The Entertainment

Jasmine has been hired by the local vampiric Count to entertain his more...monstrous guests

Commissioned by Larrylive

Contains: Goblin, shortstack, monster boy, Minotaur, Centaur, Orc, huge cock, huge breasts, huge ass, size difference, orgy, gangbang, ballsucking, excessive cum, deepthroat, throatfuck, handjob.

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The Entertainment

In Avarice, known to humanity as “The Tainted Lands”, Count Zacharias was hosting a ball for Avarice’s rich and powerful. Many of the guests were powerful vampires like himself, but the vampiric count also rubbed shoulders with demons and liches. Then there were the lower classes of Avarice’s society, the scouts that would infiltrate the human lands, the foot soldiers, the meat shields.


Although Count Zacharias and those in his inner circle needed them, they would not dwell with beings that so easily gave in to their base desires. The Redclaw Lizardfolk, The Longspear Centaur Herd, The Blacktusk Orcs and, of course, The Hellhorn Minotaurs. Fortunately, they did not complain about being separated as long as the Count provided them with entertainment.


Jasmine was part of said “entertainment”, a Goblin whore paid to look pretty, carry trays of food and drink and take care of whatever other needs those attending the Count’s ball might have. Her revealing outfit, a mockery of the habit of a human cleric, made it obvious to her what these other “needs” could be.


‘What kind of God is this supposed to represent, anyway?’ Jasmine muttered to herself as she straightened the small white cap with its bright red cross that was placed amidst her purple tresses.


Just then, the distinct noise of heavy hoofbeats hitting the marble floor approached and Jasmine straightened her posture and stretched her plump, purple painted lips into a customer service smile.


‘Drink, sir?’ she asked as she raised the tray of drinks she had been balancing in one hand towards the giant, black-furred Minotaur that had approached her.


‘Cleric,’ He snorted in a voice so deep that it was almost difficult to understand him. ‘I require assistance.’


‘Cleric?’ Jasmine replied in confusion as she glanced down at the obvious parody of a habit she was wearing.


Aside from the cap Jasmine wore a tunic made from a strange, stretchy white material and a matching skirt that barely managed to fit over her explosive hips and huge, ballooning asscheeks. Her tunic, if it could be called that, didn’t leave a lot to the imagination either. Jasmine’s heavy green chest jutted out and sagged slightly, each globe easily the size of a watermelon and looking like they belonged on a woman twice, perhaps even thrice, her size. It was no wonder that she couldn’t close all the buttons on it, resulting in her displaying a vast expanse of cleavage and even hints of her pierced dark green nipples.


‘I have some swelling in my loincloth and wonder if it is safe.’ The Minotaur continued, not noticing the Goblin’s confusion. ‘I will pay you for your trouble, of course.’


Judging from the smell that came off of the big bull man it was likely that he had consumed more than his fair share of alcohol, which meant that Jasmine wasn’t certain if he was drunkenly flirting with her or was genuinely confusing her for a Cleric. The Minotaur, however, seemed to take her silence for confirmation that she would be helping him and began to remove his loincloth.


‘Heyheyheyhey!’ Jasmine protested rapidly as she held up her free hand to stop him.


‘Right, of course. Your payment.’ The Minotaur said with a snort as he grabbed a coin pouch from his belt and unceremoniously shoved it into Jasmine’s deep, soft cleavage.


Jasmine was more concerned about the fact that he was stripping in front of everyone, but after getting a literal pouch full of coin shoved between her tits she decided to just let the Minotaur go ahead. With a grunt he pulled off his loincloth and hefted up his log of cockmeat before slamming it down on the tray Jasmine was holding. Miraculously, the Minotaur didn’t injure himself but did end up covering his shaft in cheap ale as he sent several tankards tumbling to the floor while Jasmine struggled to hold the tray up.


‘Is it bad?’ The Minotaur asked as the flat crown of his semi-erect monstercock flopped over the edge of the tray and hung a few inches from Jasmine’s upturned face.


‘Well, I certainly don’t think so.’ Jasmine purred as she glanced at the Minotaur’s distended cumslit.


‘Can you make sure?’ The bullman whined.


‘...Sure.’ Jasmine replied numbly as she lowered the tray, both cockstruck and not quite used to hearing a big, powerful Minotaur whine.


With the rest of his huge bullcock now visible Jasmine noticed how it was coated in the foamy ale that the Minotaur had initially spilled. Suddenly, she felt very thirsty and dragged a finger over the fat, throbbing piece of meat before sucking it clean. Above her, the Minotaur released a deep, dark grunt that was abruptly followed by a *SPLAT* sound as his cockhead, still suspended over the tray’s rim, covered Jasmine’s white boots with its slimy precum.


‘I apologize, sir, but I believe that something might indeed be wrong. Let me clean you up so we can begin treatment.’ Jasmine purred as she finally allowed the tray to slip out of her trembling hand.


It hit the marble floor with a crashing sound, but it didn’t matter. Everyone was probably already looking at the two of them anyway. So Jasmine simply wrapped her small, dainty hands around the Minotaur’s huge, heavy cock, mewling in delight when she discovered that the tips of her fingers didn’t touch, and had to stand on her toes to lick the bullman’s ale-soaked shaft clean. As she moved closer to the base of his shaft, Jasmine decided to let his member rest on one of her shoulders instead. Using her free hands to grab onto the Minotaur’s fat, full bull balls.


‘I think you spilled some ale on these as well…’ Jasmine purred from underneath the Minotaur, and he didn’t dispute her claim.


When she pushed her face between those heavy testicles, breathing in the Minotaur’s animal musk, she felt a heavy weight slowly lifting from her slim shoulder. She knew what was going on, of course, but she had just promised to clean the ale from the bull man’s nuts. The fact that there wasn’t so much as a drop of the stuff didn’t matter as she daintily grabbed a grapefruit-sized orb in each hand and began to massage them gently while sucking the leathery skin surrounding them into her mouth.


Another of the Minotaur’s grunts resounded through the ballroom, bouncing off the walls as everything had gone silent. It was soon accompanied by a wet splattering sound and a feminine shriek, signalling that one of Jasmine’s colleagues had likely been hit by the rope of precum the bull man had shot. There was a smattering of laughter, but the majority of Count Zacharias’ guests seemed to be focused on the show Jasmine was putting on. Jasmine couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at that, though the sensation of the Minotaur’s slimy precum sliding down her back dampened the feeling somewhat.


The leathery skin of the Minotaur’s sack was pulled taut over his big balls as the rest of it was currently stuffed into Jasmine’s mouth, making her cheeks bulge. But even though the ministrations of the Goblin whore’s tongue and fingers had not only made him shoot a powerful wad of precum, followed by him dripping his sticky cowper fluid all down Jasmine’s back, he still didn’t appear to be satisfied. As Jasmine soon discovered when one large, furry hand grabbed one of the braids she had done her hair up in.


‘I believe they are clean,’ The Minotaur rumbled as he slowly dragged Jasmine out from under him. ‘I would like to get some proper treatment now.’ He added as the leathery, now purple stained, skin of his sack escaped the Goblin’s mouth.


‘And I would like to give it to you,’ Jasmine replied as she wiped a strand of drool from her chin with one hand and tried to fix her hair with the other. ‘But I fear the difference in size makes things…challenging.’


The bull man snorted and simply picked the small green woman up, stuffing her underneath one muscular arm while striding up to a long table laden with food. With his free arm he swept away a collection of meats some of the Blacktusk Orcs were enjoying at one end of the table, and was met with a collection of shouts and Orcish curses. But they were ignored as the Minotaur simply plopped Jasmine down on the section he’d cleared.


‘I apologize, but this might just be a matter of life and death.’ The Minotaur gravely told the band of Orcs. They looked at him as if he were crazy, but offered no further complaints as they saw Jasmine sitting there, face inches away from the Minotaur’s pre-dripping bullcock.


‘Yeah, well…I’m here to help with that.’ Jasmine stated flatly while trying not to roll her eyes at the Minotaur’s dramatic statement.


With that said, Jasmine opened her mouth wide and slipped the tip of the Minotaur’s monstrous cock into her mouth. She attempted to slide more of the bull man’s member into her gullet, but considering her current position she would likely end up falling off the table if she scooted forwards too much. So for the moment she was satisfied with simply teasing the Minotaur’s flat crown with her tongue as she swallowed the salty, viscous cowper fluid that was still leaking from his distended cumslit.


As time went on, Jasmine couldn’t help but notice how the trousers of the Orcs that were still standing around were bulging rather obviously. Seeing how the Minotaur seemed content, for the moment at least, to have her only suck on his cockhead Jasmine extended her hands towards the crotches of the Orcs and wiggled her fingers in what she thought was a suggestive way. Fortunately, for two Orcs it seemed to be as they unceremoniously jumped up on the table and dropped their trousers.


Jasmine’s wrists were grabbed and her arms were lifted in the air so a veiny, fat grey shaft could be pushed into each of her hands. Smaller than what the Minotaur was packing, but still very impressive by human standards and certainly by Goblin standards. Smiling around the Minotaur’s cockhead Jasmine moved her hands back and forth along the warm, throbbing cocks of each Orc. It was somewhat awkward, what with her hands raised in the air and all, but the Orcs didn’t seem to mind. Precum even began to drip down into the Goblin’s luxurious purple locks. Jasmine flashed that Orc one of her more impressive angry glares, but sadly to no avail.


It was at that point that the Minotaur decided he wanted more as he suddenly shoved his muscular, furry hips forwards. An explosive gag, along with a mouthful of spit and precum, passed Jasmine’s lips as her throat was suddenly packed full of bullcock. The Orcs above her groaned in discomfort as she suddenly squeezed their beefy grey pricks and held on as if her life depended on it. Only when the Minotaur rammed his hips forwards again did Jasmine realize that he hadn’t forced everything down her throat…


…when her nose was being tickled by black fur and her chin and bulging throat had partially disappeared between the bullman’s testicles, however, then she knew she had taken every last inch. And she just sat there for a moment, trying to get used to the giant log of meat throbbing against the walls of her throat and seemingly leaking its thick precum straight into her stomach. Only when one of the Orcs began to pull on her braids did she realize that there was more to the world than the black fur before her and the monstercock forced down her throat.


Jasmine’s hands began to work back and forth again as she bobbed her head along the Minotaur’s monstrous shaft, assisted unwillingly by the Orcs still pulling on her hair. Warm, sticky precum began to run down her hands, lubricating the fat cocks in her small, squeezing hands as she worked them back and forth faster and faster. Not stopping until she felt both pipes swell, accompanied by the sounds of orgasmic grunts echoing through the chamber. The Minotaur moved back, then. Extracting the massive slab of meat from her throat in one smooth movement and finally giving her the chance to breathe, the chance to see!


…at least before he and his new Orcish companions began to hose her down with spunk.


Her vision immediately went white as the Minotaur’s prick belched out the fattest ropes of cum Jasmine had seen, covering her from her forehead to her lips and gluing her eyes shut in the process. Although she couldn’t see it, going by the sensation of something hot and sticky landing on her chest the Minotaur’s orgasm hadn’t yet come to an end. Or perhaps it came from the Orcs? Whatever the case was, the bombardment didn’t end until the slimy goop covered Jasmine from the top of her head to about her navel, with excess globs of semen sliding off of her curvy body to stain the table she was lying on.


‘Well, all better now?’ Jasmine croaked her question to the Minotaur, uncertain if he was even still around.


Instead of an answer from the Minotaur, she got cold water dumped over her. Most of the semen clinging to the Goblin whore’s skin was washed off and Jasmine shrieked in surprise. Blinking her eyes she noticed one of the Orcs holding an empty pitcher and smiling smugly while the Goblin flashed an angry glare at him.


‘Great, now I have to go and reapply my make-up!’ Jasmine grumbled angrily as she observed her reflection in the pitcher the orc was still holding.


But before she had the chance to hop off the table, she was pushed down by the Minotaur. His massive shaft was still erect, twitching slightly as it continued to drip long strands of thick cum. With a snort he pushed it between Jasmine’s thighs, forcing her legs open. A pleased little whimper passed the Goblin whore’s lips as she felt the heat of the Minotaur’s bullcock against the plump, drenched lips of her pussy. It kept her in please as he spoke.


‘You have not completed your task yet!’ The Minotaur grumbled. ‘Stay.’


‘Fine, but penetration costs extra!’ Jasmine grumbled.


‘Done!’ The Orc holding the pitcher replied as he dropped it to grab a coin pouch which he shoved between the Goblin’s tits, right next to the pouch the Minotaur had left there before.


He then dropped to his knees near Jasmine’s head and slapped his cock down on her forehead a couple of times to get her attention, then shoved his prick past her lips as soon as she opened her mouth. The Minotaur, meanwhile, ignored the whore’s request for more coin and instead began to push his body forwards. Jasmine moaned around the Orc dick but could not otherwise protest as her insides were stretched by the massive bullcock.


Jasmine’s face, already a mess due to the remains of cum clinging to it and runny make-up, quickly turned a darker shade of green as the Orc’s dick hammered down her now bulging throat while drool spilled past her plump lips. Meanwhile her stomach was slowly pushed upwards as more and more of the Minotaur’s monstercock was forced into her pussy. When the entirety of the bull man’s shaft had finally disappeared inside her, her cleric costume decided to give out as the last remaining buttons keeping her “tunic” closed flew off to finally display her huge breasts in all their glory.


For a moment, nothing happened. The Minotaur seemed content to leak precum straight into Jasmine’s womb, unmoving while the Orc continued to ravage her throat. But then, something seemed to click in the bull man’s head and he started to move. Quick and rough, without any regard for the Goblin’s comfort, sending her huge boobs to jiggle and shake with such force that Jasmine had to cross an arm across her chest to keep the pouches of coin from escaping her deep cleavage. However, said arm was pulled away as another Orc knelt opposite of his companion and seemed intent on receiving a handjob from her, he even shoved a coin pouch of his own between her tits.


Jasmine did her best to satisfy the Orcs using her hand and her mouth, but it was hard to focus as her insides were being rearranged by the Minotaur’s massive member. Its fat, pulsing veins pulling at her sensitive folds while hot precum sloshed around in her womb. Quickly her mind started to grow fuzzy and it became harder and harder to focus on pleasing the Orcs, not that they seemed to mind as a hot lance of cum splattered against the side of Jasmine’s face while more was pumped down her gullet.


The Minotaur, however, was far from done with her. He continued fucking Jasmine’s cunt at such a rapid pace that the pouches of coin finally ended up spilling out of her cleavage along with some of the gold contained in them. Inspired by the sight the Orcs, as well as some of the Centaurs and Lizardfolk that had gathered by now, rained down everything from copper pieces to platinum pieces on the short, curvaceous green woman. Normally, Jasmine would be ecstatic to receive tips like these. But at the moment her mind had turned to mush as the Minotaur continued to use her as nothing more than a toy.


Shouts egging on the Minotaur resounded through the large space accompanied by the clattering of coins and the grunts of both the bull man and the Goblin, but loudest of all was the obscene, wet sucking sounds of the massive monstercock ploughing Jasmine’s moist cunt. Occasionally an Orc or Lizardfolk would pay the green-skinned whore extra to use her mouth or hands, but mostly it was just the two of them going at it. Until, finally, the Minotaur made a sound that was something between a warcry and the bellow of a bull and Jasmine’s belly swelled even further.


‘Gods…finally.’ The Minotaur groaned, his beastly cock slowly growing flaccid inside Jasmine while her belly continued to grow and grow until she looked several months pregnant. ‘It appears, I’ve been cured.’ He sighed as he stepped back and a huge creampie slopped out of her stretched pussy.


‘Glad…I could…help.’ Jasmine croaked as she got up on her hands and knees, spilling cum and coins all over the table.


While Jasmine was busy scooping up the coins that had scattered all over the table, wiggling her meaty green rear to and fro as cum continued to leak from her twat, she once again heard heavy hoofbeats approaching her. Glancing over her shoulder, Jasmine noticed a Centaur making his way towards her, one with an erection as large as that of the Minotaur. It was currently slapping against the underside of his equine body as he gleefully pulled out a pouch from a belt wrapped around his humanoid torso.


‘My turn.’ He stated smugly as he stood behind Jasmine and upended the pouch.


Several pieces of gold and silver ended up bouncing off of the Goblin’s ballooning buttcheeks, making the meaty globes jiggle whenever a coin impacted with it. Those surrounding the table that hadn’t already spent their hard earned money emulated the Centaur, at least until he roughly planted his front hooves on the table next to Jasmine’s body. Chasing away any Orcs or Lizardfolk that were still sitting around her.


‘Wait, can’t I get a moment to rest?’ Jasmine asked, exasperated and already knowing the answer.


‘No.’ The Centaur stated simply as he lined his leaking horsecock up with the Goblin’s cum-dripping pussy and pushed forwards with a horse-like whinny.


Jasmine grunted and an obscene wet sound was heard as the Centaur’s dick forced out the excess Minotaur cum still stuck in Jasmine’s twat. He continued to plough the Goblin whore fast and rough, forcing out the bull man’s jizz with each thrust. But just as Jasmine’s stomach started to go down again, another horse-like whinny passed the Centaur’s lips and her womb was immediately stuffed full again. But as he stepped away from the table, another set of hooves crashed down near Jasmine.


When she dared to glance over her shoulder again, past the large equine body, she realized that the entire Longspear Centaur Herd appeared to have gathered around her. More coins bounced off of her rear and again she was impaled on a large horsecock and again excess cum sprayed from her abused pussy. Fortunately, the Centaurs didn’t seem to last as long as the Minotaur who had first approached her had. But there sure were a lot of them…


So the rest of the evening Jasmine was ridden by Centaurs, ravaged by Orcs and Lizardfolk and then passed around by the Minotaurs. There had been other whores hired by Count Zacharias, but the majority of them appeared to have bailed after one of them had been hit by the stray rope of precum her Minotaur partner had fired at the start of the evening.


So now, with only Jasmine left, the Goblin whore was the only who got her holes stretched and stuffed with cock. Unsurprisingly, her three orifices were leaking excessive amounts of jizz all throughout the night. But as the party went on, guests fortunately slowly started to trickle out of the room, yet enough of them stayed and they never seemed to grow tired of the short but stacked green hooker.


Jasmine wasn’t sure how much time had actually passed as the enchantments around Count Zacharias prevented sunlight from reaching his castle, but even her legendary Goblin stamina had its limits. Her eyelids started to droop, but whenever she was ready to doze off the Minotaur that was currently using her as a cocksleeve would push her down particularly violently. Only when a servant of Count Zacharias himself entered the room, observing the state of it with a contemptuous sneer, did the collection of monsters finally stop using the Goblin as their personal sex toy.


‘I apologize, gentleman, but I have come to collect the Goblin as the festivities have long since come to an end.’


The Minotaur currently using Jasmine seemed disappointed, but knew better than to argue with one of the Count’s servants lest he invoked the vampire’s ire. With an annoyed snort he pulled the Goblin off of his member and tossed her aside like a used tissue. He and the rest of the guests that had stayed behind collected their things and left, making sure to shoot the servant withering glares. Which he ignored as he waited patiently for Jasmine who was slowly scooping up all the coin she had made over the course of the evening.


The servant watched it happen and continued to wait patiently, but when it became apparent that the exhausted Goblin wasn’t making a lot of progress he released an exhausted sigh and loudly cleared his throat.


‘Ma’am, we mustn't make the Count wait any longer. I shall ask the maids to collect these “tips” you have earned, as it seems they have their work cut out for them, but I assure you that the Master’s reward will be much greater.’


Jasmine nodded slowly, though she didn’t really understand the words. It was as if the man was speaking another language to her. Yet she left the coin behind and fixed her outfit as best as she could, not that there was a lot left, and left the room with the servant. Leaving behind a snail-like trail of cum as it leaked from her stretched holes or dripped from her explosive behind and huge, heavy tits. The man wrinkled her nose at her, but said nothing. Even if he had, it would’ve been in one ear and out of the other.


Within a few minutes she was stood before a handsome young and regal looking man with pale skin and blonde hair. He cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at the Goblin before him, observing how her purple hair was either caked to her face and stood on end while the outfit she had been provided with at the start of the evening was destroyed and covered in bodily fluid. Yet he said nothing, instead shoving a large, heavy-looking sack bulging with coin towards Jasmine.


‘Thank you for your services this evening.’

That was the last thing Jasmine remembered from the party.

* * * *


When Jasmine woke up, she wasn’t sure how she had gotten home. But however it happened, she had also been cleaned up and a large sum of coin had been left behind. By the looks of it, she wouldn’t have to work for a while! Which was fortunate, as everything that had transpired had left her quite sore.


THE END