The Far Lands
Where Strong is Right

The Tyrant arrives

As the sun rose over the untamed wilderness, a centaur galloped at full speed. On his back was a dwarf, hanging
on as best as he could while holding a lon weapon in one hand. The centaur had no saddle or barding, so the
dwarf had to hug him tight with his only free hand. But what made him less comfortable was how his lack of
clothes did not help him much; after a long ride at the crack of dawn, their sweat combined made it hard for him
to hold on, and his lack of riding experience meant he was not used to the motions, and in his nakedness his
genitals suffered even more than his rear...

The centaur slowed to a halt  before a vast forest. As soon as he felt the rocking stop, the dwarf slid off clumsily
from the cetaur's back, letting his weapon fall to the grass as he squatted and amssage his aching rear and sore
balls. The centaur did not say a word as he stepped away from the dwarf before turning around. The dwarfed
stopped for a moment and looked at the centaur as he reached for his weapon. It was called a weapon out of
wonder, since it was similar to a polearm, but one end was just a paddle while the other end was shaped like
penis, the very likeness of his owner.

"Be back on time..." the centaur said as he galloped away. "I don't like to keep my ass waiting!"

"Hmph?c" the dwarf paid no attention as he lifted his toy, Tyrant, over his head, watching the horseman's rear
before it dissapeared from his sight. A gentle breeze passed all over his naked body, stirring his crotch more
than anything else.  Perhaps he should have seized the opportunity earlier that morning?c



"Right..." he spat at the fading back of the centaur as he turned to the woods.  "Your ass will be happy whenever
I get you and STUFF it..." He concluded and he stroked his red beard, passing his hand down to the end, where
he wore a large steel ring, and rubbed the inside as he mentioned the centaur's hole.

Rodrom smiled as he walked onward, with Tyrant over his shoulder. He headed for the Far Lands, where "right"
was decided by yourself. He wandered for a while, not knowing where the dwellings were. He wondered if
Whaid Rohd was right when he noticed someone walking out of nearby shrubbery. It was a tall orc, missing the
usual snoutring. The 6-foot orc looked down on the 4-foot dwarf, brandishing a heavy-looking mace in one
hand.


Rodrom looked at the orc, and stood slightly spread, letting his 15 inches hang freely. He inspected the sneering
orc that dared confront him, and chuckled at his "orc tail"?c




"What a stub?c" he thought out loud. On purpose.

The orc stopped smiling at that. "?cBitch." was his only response.

Without another word, he swung at Rodrom's head. He parried the blow easily, and following the movement,
twirled his weapon until the paddle end was aimed at the orc. The orc resumed his attack, swinging at the
dwarf's head to no avail as he was dodged again and again. Rodrom punished a wild swing with a hard strike
from his paddle on the orc's face that got out a squeal out of him.


"Bad pig being punished!" Rodrom shouted as he playfully spun his weapon with one hand. Exercise this early
in the day was unusual to him, but he was clearly enjoying it.

"Me NOT pig!!" the orc roared as he swung furiously at the naked dwarf's face, who squatted swiftly. The penis
shaped end of his still spinning polearm clanked as it hit the dirt floor, but Rodrom heard no sound when his
own penis landed on something ticklish, twisting his smirk into a less taunting expression. But the orc was too
angry to notice anything but the fact that he failed to hurt the dwarf yet again.

The orc kept up his furious assault, which allowed the calm dwarf to see each opening and weak point and gave
him time to figure out how to exploit them. He landed solid strikes on the raging orc, but most of the time he
toyed with him, slapping or spanking him with the paddle or poking him with with the metal phallus. When he
managed to slip it between his buttocks, the orc squealed in such a way that Rodrom could not help laughing,
and eagerly waited for another chance to harass him like that once more.

After some minutes of this 'exercise', the orc began to slow down considerably while the dwarf was sweaty, but
still quite spirited. With a half-hearted roar, the orc let out a frustrated, or perhaps desperate swing that Rodrom
saw he didn't even need to dodge, but he still stepped aside, and swung hard the paadle of his weapon on the
orc's rear as he fell forwards. The grunt that came out of the stumbling orc was weak, and he dropped his
weapon as he ended on hands and knees, panting with fatigue and grunting his anger.

Rordrom studied the fallen orc's rear end. The dark skin made his own looked almost pale in comparison, but
the buttocks were bright red from his constant wailing on them with Tyrant's paddle. But what intrigued Rorom
was what hand dangling bewteen the orc's legs. He had well-sized balls, but his penis still was not a match for
the meat hammer Rodrom was born with... but the orc's was somewhat HARD.


"You were quite fun there..." Rodrom said as he rubbed the reddened glutes, then slid his hand between them
rubbing all the way to the orc's sac, back up to his pink hole and back down again. "But I like to play with this
more..."

"You... like orc meat...?" The tired orc wheezed out while he kept panting.

"Not so... What I like is THIS..." Rodrom said as he rubbed his finger on the orc's pink hole, then started to push
on it until it began to slide inside. The orc snorted as he felt the finger go into his puckered hole. He breathed in
deep as he felt it wiggle inside him, his penis twitching as well... "You like this, right? You do it to yourself..."

"N-no... ohh..."

Rodrom chuckled. HE had done it to himself sometimes, but most men would not admit it. It's not like he would
let anything else in there, and certainly not SOMEONE ELSE!

He kept probing the orc's hole, squatting to see how it was affecting him. As he imagined, he could not see the
dangling meat anymore. That meant that it was now straight up!

"Well, that's good for playing..." Rodrom said as he stood back up, fingering the orc as he stroked his throbbing  
penis. As he trained it on the quivering hole, the dwarf asked,  "But there's something better to put in here,
RIGHT?"

Rodrom was resting his glans on the orc's hole. The orc might have been tired, but he certainly could move
away, even if he could just drop himself on the ground. But he was not doing that, was he? If he was not going
to move, Rodrom would move instead... And he moved FORWARD. He heard a deep breath from the orc as he
pushed half of the dickhead in, but he was still and quiet. So Rodrom pushed some more in, then finally thrust
his hips forward, and shoved the head and more into the orc's ass.




"Ohhh?c!"

"What's wrong?!" Rodrom roared as he thrust harder. "Too much for you, you big pig?!"

"O?cOrc?c" the orc trembled as he felt the dwarf's flesh forcing its way inside him. "Me?c Or?c OOooohh!"
His protest couldn't leave his mouth sooner than the moans forced out of him by the massive flesh rod being
forced into him. He kept clawing the dirt as he felt it deeper into him, and he breathed harder as his own penis
throbbed and stiffened even more. His finger had played with that hole many times while he stroked on his meat
stick, but something thicker and longer was making him feel more pleasure than he ever did! Even if it hurt
when the dwarf rammed it in, it hurt less as he kept working it deeper inside, and now it only felt good...

"Good thing you're such a big pig..." Rodrom said as he listened to the orc's panted moaning.

"Me... Or-ohhh...! " the orc was left speechless when Rodrom had pulled out all but his dick's head before
ramming it  all back in so hard that his balls slapped against the orc's. The orc shook and moaned as he felt
lightning rise up his spine and a spurt from his throbbing orc meat.

Then Rodrom continued, "Your big ass can take all I got, and I can hammer it all the way in!"

"Ohhh...!  Goo-ood..."

"What was that, piggy?" The dwarf wondered if he had just heard some Orcish word, or was it really...?

"Not...Pig... Oh, ooh..." The orc protested again, but not as loud or fierce as before. He was shocked as much as
the dwarf at what he had just said...

"If you can take the whole thing, you have better last until I'm done!"

The orc stiffled a moan when Rodrom rammed his whole massive member into him. "...MOoore..."

Rodrom was quite certain of what he heard this time. He kept his penis fully inside the orc, but kept himself
perfectly still. "...Again."

The orc grunted at first, but then rocked his rear slightly to feel the firm meat enter him.  "...Mount me..."

Rodrom stayed still.

The orc squealed, and rocked even harder, driving the massive penis into himself. "Mount MEee...!" he
squealed.

Rodrom couldn't deny it anymore, and he was not dissapointed. "Louder!" he ordered the orc as he pumped his
meathammer into him.

"More... P-PLEASE!"

"Don't talk and take it!" Rodrom ordered as he pounded the orc's ass harder.

The orc obeyed, and squealed for the dwarf as he pounded it into him deep and hard. Rodrom stopped moving
again, and the squealing orc pushed back, driving the dwarf's meathammer into himself. A loud clattering
before him drew his attention, and he saw the weapon he lost against, now lying before him. He saw the
penis-shaped end of it as he felt the dwarf pounding his meat into him again.

"See that?"  Rodrom said as he held unto the orc's rear and thrusted deeper and harder into him. "THAT'S what's
up your pig ass now!"

The orc looked at the massive end of the polearm. It was bigger than his own penis was, and ALL of that was
inside him?! And he was enjoying it? HIM? Pounded by a dwarf?!

...Yes. He was. His dripping hard-on proved it. His racing heart and ragged breath proved it. He liked it. He
enjoyed it. and he wanted more, NOW! So deep that he trembled! So hard that he squealed! He wanted like he
was getting it, and he didn't want it to ever stop! He rocked his hips harder against the dwarf pounding his hole.
He squealed everytime he felt the meathammer go so deep the dwarf's balls smacked against his hairy sack.

Rodrom marveled at the change of the orc before him, squealing for him and bucking wildly to drive his
meathammer up his pounded hole. It reminded him of the times he could hear the mating boars from his room
back home, so full of energy and lust, and it gave him a desire to match that boundless drive. He rammed his
metahammer deep into the orc, dropped his body unto him and hugged his waist hard. He stood firm on the dirt
floor and began pounding it in with all his strength, so fiercely that he sometimes surpassed the orc's wild
bucking and actually pushed his rump away with his thrusts.

The orc panted and squealed for him as he took the huge penis inside him, spilling precum from his swaying
orcmeat as Rodrom dripped it into his hole. Taken over the edge, Rodrom roared as he gave his most savage
thrust, his meathammer exploding in a hot stream of dwarf seed deep into the orc's guts. The orc squealed as he
was filled with warm cream, and shot his own onto the dirt as he gave in to the climax and collapsed. Rodrom's
fierce climax kept him humping the falling orc, driving his huge penis into him to shoot more cum inside. The
orc howled with pleasure as his throbbing meat was pressed between his belly and the dirt, still shooting cum
that now spread on his stomach.

As their climax ended, dwarf and orc went silent out of sheer exhaustion. Rodrom, still deep inside the orc,
rested his arms on the orc's waist and placed his head on top of them. The weak voice of the orc sounded almost
like a sleeping piglet by now.

"Seems I found myself a nice piggy..." Rodrom whispered.

"Me... your piggy?" the orc asked after taking a deep breath.

Rodrom made a great effort and pumped his meathammer a couple of times into the orc, earning a couple of
grunts and squeals in return. This time he could see the orc's face, and saw him grinning with delight. "So, you
want that too, eh?"

"Me... now your... piggy..."

"That's right, piggy." Rodrom chuckled as he wiggled a little, tickling the orc from inside with his still stiff
manhood. "Now stay there and I'll have a nice on this big butt of yours."

The orc acknowledged him with some pig-like noiseand got himslef comfortable as well, ejoying the afterglow
with the tool that provided it still lodged firmly inside him.





Next chapter: Cumming soon

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