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Orc

By: grey42



Misty was sick of it all. The randy shallow boys, her lewd, corrupt boss and most of all the fact that nothing ever changed. She went to the place she always went when her frustrations threatened to overwhelm her; the meadow of bloody tears. The trek to the meadow took about an hour to reach by foot, from the small town she reluctantly called home, meaning that few folk ventured there on a regular basis. There were plenty of coves and copses nearby the town for impatient young lovers to work out their earthly lusts on each other. Misty was alone.

The meadow of bloody tears took its namesake from the fact that its trees constantly blossomed thick, lush, red flowers all through the year, which shed petals at an autumnal rate, yet were never bare. It was a work of magic, there was no doubt, however the myth behind the meadow's origins was uncertain. 

Some believed the meadow marked the clash of two mighty warriors, fighting over the purest maiden in the land. The combatants had simultaneously struck each other with mortal blows and died with the tears of their desired love raining on both their cheeks.

Another more sinister tale was of an evil mage who lured virgins to the meadow in order to perform dark arcane rituals. The virgins' blood mixed with the magical energies creating the endless cycle of life and death within the flowers.

A travelling witch had also told Misty that the meadow had been the epicentre of 'the great despair', a mystical event that had occurred before she was born, when thousands of people had simultaneously ended their own lives at the same moment throughout the kingdom.

None of this mattered to Misty at this moment, however. All that mattered was that she had the chance to be alone, so she could forget, if only for a little while, that she was hopelessly sick of her life. 

Physically, Misty was your typical busty peasant girl. Her kingdom was prosperous so she ate well and was blessed with a healthy plumpness that accentuated her feminine curves. She was 5'5 and wore her long curly brown hair down, as opposed to platted as was the fashion in her town. A pretty, round face sparsely populated by freckles, framed her unusual green/brown eyes. 

As she meandered through the woods she traced her fingertips against the bark of the trees as she passed them, relishing the rough feel of nature. She spied her favourite tree and made her way over to it. The tree's distinguishing feature was that it had the lowest hanging branches which sagged giving it an almost willow tree look. Misty reached up and lightly tapped one of the flowers above her dislodging a dozen or so petals which drifted down around her and followed in her wake before settling in amongst the green grass and their fellow comrades.

Misty settled herself down against her tree's trunk and sighed letting herself relax under the late afternoon sun as it filtered down through the flowery canopy. She closed her eyes and imagined a better life. A life of excitement, not humdrum. A life of adventure, not monotony. Misty could almost hear her mother admonishing her, "What you need is a good man to put you in your place. None of these flights of fancy of yours!" There was more to life than being a wench then a wife though, Misty knew it! But how? The town lads were useless, putting as much finesse into rutting as they would in a play fight. Could she expect to catch the eye of a travelling adventurer or perhaps learn a weapon trade and try and make her own way?

She decided it was time to relieve some tension. First she loosened the bows on her blouse so as her breasts were not so constricted. She bunched up her skirt around her waist exposing her ivory white thighs, a sharp contrast against the bed of red petals she lay upon. 

Misty, quite unsurprisingly, loved making herself orgasm with her fingers. Bringing herself to the peak of ecstasy in the meadow of bloody tears after a particularly loathsome day had become somewhat of a ritual for her, and today was no different. She slid a hand down her body and along a leg, tracing a nail along her sensitive inner thigh. Misty quickly realised she was in no mood to tease herself and brought her hand back up pulling her underwear aside and giving her outer lips a short massage feeling her silky pubic hairs slide between her fingers and causing her inner lips to rub each other ever so slightly creating delicious friction.

She smiled secretly to herself, feeling how wet she was, images of naked barbarous warriors coursing through her mind. She delicately ran a finger from the bottom to the top of her moist hole gathering her dew to spread over her hardening clitoris. Misty let herself sigh out loud as she began rubbing herself, slowly at first, up and down. In her head the barbarians were displaying their phalluses proudly to her, begging for the honour to pleasure her. She felt herself ooze even more at the thought of mighty beast men supplicating themselves to her and began to caress her hot nub faster, circling it with her middle finger in order to stimulate its every nerve ending. Misty picked the most majestic of the mighty warriors and brought him down upon her, she could almost smell the sweat that covered his taut, furred chest. The warmth from her clitoris began to shoot through her body as she frantically pleasured herself, imagining the great man pressing his searing penis against her willing opening...

Then a sound.

Misty couldn't place the source or the direction of the sound, but she knew instantly that she was no longer alone. 

"Who's there?" she called out boldly, quickly covering the evidence of her self-gratification. 

There was no reply. For a moment she almost let herself believe that she had imagined it. Then she heard the sound again. A footstep. Closer.

"I can assure you, I am not in the least bit amused. Declare yourself!" Misty gathered herself and stood up. A couple of red petals stuck to her fingers, still coated in her womanly secretions.

There was a shuffling. Behind her. Behind her tree. She span round on her heels and darted up and around the great trunk. She caught movement in the corner of her eyes, at the other side of the trunk. She gasped as she began to feel fear and the first jolt of adrenaline as it hit her system. What was happening?

Before she could even think she felt a large greasy hand seize her wrist and pull it upwards, spinning her around to face her assailant. No amount of fantasies of large barbarians could prepare her for what she saw...

An Orc. A large over six foot tall orc with deep brown skin with mottled patches of ochre green. What was an orc doing this far away from the battle grounds in the far west? The orc was most definitely male, revealed by his total nudity. He wore a dishevelled topknot on his otherwise bald head and the masculinity of his body was covered by thick coarse dark hair. He grinned at her with his oversized jaw and teeth with four large lower canines jutting upwards past his thick lips. His mesmerising liquid black eyes bore into her causing her to hold her breath in horrible anticipation of her imminent death.

So when the orc brought her sticky fingers to his mouth, Misty was entirely surprised. The orc feigned to bite her fingers and she flinched, but then gasped as instead of feeling the flesh and bones of her fingers being crunched within his iron jaw, she felt his tongue swirl around her fingers paying special attention to their tips and sucking away the remnant of her secret nectar and the petals that still clung to them. The orc removed her fingers from his mouth and gave her what could mostly be described as a roguish smile. Despite her mortal terror, Misty maintained enough of her female mindset to be outraged and promptly slapped the orc in the face as hard as she could. The orc replied by backhanding her in the head.

The next thing Misty knew was that she was on her back with darkness around the edge of her vision. She stared up at the green and red canopy watching serenely as red blossoms fell gracefully down upon and around her. Then she felt the throbbing in her head and remembered the orc. As if on queue the orc stood above her, his feet either side of her waist and they looked into each other's eyes once more. But only for an instant, because Misty's eyes were quickly drawn to the orc's massive erect penis. She had imagined cocks this majestic before but never expected to ever be presented with one! It was easily over nine inches long and it's girth was such that if Misty had the inclination to hold it, which she almost did in her addled state, that she would not have been able to encircle it in her grasp even at it's narrowest point. The head of his manhood peeked out from his foreskin and was an angry purple colour much like a human's. The rest of his body was equally ludicrously well proportioned with shoulders as wide as an ox's and a muscularity formed only from a lifetime of rigours. 

'Oh Gods, I'm going to be raped and killed', Misty thought and let out a sob. The orc knelt down quickly and Misty shrieked, she didn't want to die. She felt his ball sack, covered in the same prickly hairs as the rest of his body, press into her belly and sucked in her breath at the strange warm leathery sensation. He moved a hand to her face and she squeezed her eyes shut, all the fight taken out of her from the strike to her head. She shivered, expecting the orc to begin pummelling her at any moment; instead the orc surprised her again as she felt her cheek being stroked by a calloused thumb. Misty slowly opened her eyes to see something glinting in the orc's eyes, was it concern? The orc massaged her temple where he had hurt her making her wince slightly.

"Ow..., uh, what... what are you going to do to me?" asked Misty, trying to understand the intentions of her assaulter. The orc cocked his head looking at her with dark intensity.

She asked, "Do you even understand what I'm saying?" The orc looked down from her face to her cleavage, heaving with her short frightened breaths and she instantly understood him.

Apparently not blessed with the gift of patience, the orc dug both his hands under the top half of her blouse and tore if apart roughly, snapping the strings that bound it together easily. Misty's voluptuous breasts were revealed to the hungry gaze of the orc. He met her eyes again and grinned wickedly. Moved to infuriation again, she began to struggle, but it was futile, he had pinned her so that she couldn't even kick at him, all she managed was to set her breasts jiggling around which amused the orc even more. He gave one a quick stinging slap and watched it bounce against the other. Misty went for his face again this time with fists, before she could connect a blow though, he moved a hand past her defences and seized a dusky pink nipple between a thumb and finger pinched, hard. Misty squealed and instinctively grabbed his wrist trying to pull the offending hand away. The orc took the opening to wipe one hand against his chest that had begun to sweat pungently. He collected the almost brown ooze that was his sweat on his hand before slapping it down upon her other breast and rubbing it all over her malleable flesh taking special care to cause friction over her nipple sliding it between two fingers. 

Misty's nipple responded against her intentions growing erect and sensitive, her grip on the orc's other hand becoming looser. The orc took the moment of laxity and reversed his hand capturing both her wrists with a deftness that belied his monstrosity, pining them above her head. Gathering more sweat from his breast, he coated her now free breast with the thick substance, massaging the mound and stroking the nipple. Misty gritted her teeth as her earlier arousal began reasserting itself upon her. 

The orc defied her expectations once more, quickly rising and leaping away from her, to lean against a nearby tree with his arms crossed. Misty lay frozen for half a second then scrambled up sprinting as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She quickly realised that the orc wanted a chase before he used her for his pleasure, but if he thought he had captured a weak, dainty peasant girl, he was sorely mistaken. 

It didn't take her long to realize that her breasts were tingling warmly and that it was due to the greasy orc sweat that covered them. She had heard that orc sweat had unusual properties, designed to lubricate their bodies so as to protect them from abrasions during their ritual wrestling matches and rough mating practices, the tingling came from the fact that the sweat was slightly acidic to protect orcs from rodent sized blood sucking insects that infested their native swamps. Misty tried to wipe the ooze from her, however, the coarse fabric served only to tease her oversensitive mounds even more! 

She felt rather than saw the orc chasing her. Misty spied a fallen branch and zipped towards it, then as she felt the orc almost upon her, stopped suddenly, crouching and ducking. The orc was moving too fast to dodge or stop and fell face-first over her rooted body landing with a thump causing a small cloud of petals to billow upwards from his weight. Misty grabbed the heavy branch and hefted it over her head meaning to bring it down on the orc's skull. Before she could strike though, the orc pulled her legs from under her causing Misty to fall backwards onto her buttocks and drop her makeshift club. Demonstrating his dazzling speed again, the orc was upon her, this time finishing off his work on the blouse, tearing it completely in twain from the front before setting his massive bulk upon her. The orc claimed Misty's mouth with his whilst moving his thigh so as it was pressing firmly into her crotch giving her a delicious rush. She tried to steal a gasp, but only allowed the orc to worm his tongue into her unwilling mouth, scratching and dominating her own tongue.

Misty was far from giving in, however and used this new position to bring her leg up kicking the orc in his testicles. He grunted in pain and left her mouth seizing her face in order for her to see the ire in his eyes. The orc then ripped off her remaining underwear and swiftly and roughly slammed two fingers into her wet vagina. The swift entry was too much for Misty and she screamed in pain, tears coming to her eyes as her inner muscles were stretched before readiness. 

"I...NO!" she wailed as the orc ignored her pleas and twisted his fingers round inside her, exploring her. 

Even as she struggled to free herself from the sexual torture, the orc took more of his sweat and smeared it over her inner thighs and on and around her labia. 

"Please, no" she whimpered as the initial pain from his questing fingers slowly transmuted into aching pleasure and the orc's newly applied ooze began it's magic. 

Misty's body was raw and despite her loathing of the orc, was becoming more turned on than she had ever felt possible. The orc continued his game, leaving her alone again to fight with herself. Misty felt like there were a thousand imps nibbling at her cunt lips and almost wet herself at the intense feeling. Her vaginal juices mingled with the orc grease spreading the sensation feeling like a hot spring had formed between her thighs. She stood on trembling legs and glared poison at the orc.

"You Fiend!" she screamed at him, taking up her wooden weapon and charging him all thoughts of strategy dissolving into butter akin to that which burned in her groin. 

The orc caught the heavy branch with and broke it in two with one massive hand, drew her to him with the other and ravished her mouth before spinning her round and bending her over before him. He placed his purple cock head between her burning labia and gave her half a moment to realize what would come next. Then the orc skewered her with one swift but considered motion, apparently not wanting to hurt her too much. His grand penis slid in exquisitely and oh so smoothly into her warm wetness.

"Auuoogh", Misty groaned as she was stretched and filled to her limits.

She felt her vaginal muscles clench uncomfortably around their burning intruder and silently thanked the Gods that the monster hadn't torn her open. She waited for the moment when the orc would start fucking in her in earnest and wondered how she could possibly take such an assault. But it never came; instead he held her firmly against himself with one hand and with the other began worrying her breasts and nipples leaving her uncertain and squirming. Misty didn't know what to do with herself, on the one hand this was in no uncertain terms her rape, but on the other she had never felt so alive or horny as she did right now... and she hated the term 'horny'. Without consciously realising it she began trying to push herself back against the orc's solid member, desperate for some friction.

As soon as she did, however, the orc pulled out with a sucking pop and let her go to fall face-first and legs akimbo to the ground. Misty sobbed and curled up into a foetal position wishing... she didn't even know what she wished anymore. Wasn't it only a short while before when she was yearning for some bestial male to ravish and take her? How could she possibly be enjoying having this monster frustrate her like a dog being teased by it's master holding a bone just from it's reach? 

The orc took up the broken branch and prodded her in her plump thigh with its blunt end. Misty whimpered and curled up tighter. He prodded her again, this time harder; she tried to swat the offending stick away. She began to cry again. The orc poked her once more. Misty screamed in outrage from the humiliation and scrambled up trying to seize the stick from him. The orc had achieved the angry reaction he had desired and bowled her to the floor again, pressing a tough hand to her chest so as to hold her down.

Without any warning the orc forced her legs apart and dove his face between her thighs, his tongue immediately seeking out her clitoris. His slimy muscle lapped furiously at her mound always making sure to grind her nerve bundle of agonising ecstasy with every stroke. Misty jolted with every rough swirl of his tongue and started grunting in time with the orc's busy tongue.

"Oh!" she huffed as the orc licked her sex into a frenzy.

It was all too much for Misty; her entire body was burning with a mixture of the orc's sweat and her molten lust. She felt her orgasm building up within her, a heat emanating from her clitoris and spreading throughout her vagina and into her thighs. She broke out into a hot sweat and pushed her swollen cunt lips messily into the orc's hard rough mouth, bucking so as her hips left the ground. Misty forsook all sense of decency reaching for the beast's head to make sure he wouldn't stop. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to have her assaulter wring every last drop of orgasmic pleasure out of her. 

"Don't. You. Fucking. Stop!" she growled through clenched teeth. 

The orc had no intention of complying and tried to pull away. Misty was moments away from her release and clung maniacally to his head, trying to gain purchase with his pointed ears. He overpowered her attempts easily, taking away his face now covered in her juice. 

There was nothing for it. Misty knew how to control a man, and this beast, if nothing else was certainly male. The orc had started this, but there was no way she was going to let him get away without finishing. Misty did the one thing the monster wouldn't expect reaching up and grasping his huge member. She took it's head and instantly started to stroke it within her fist unforgivingly. The orc cock was almost scalding to the touch and Misty had to will her hand to not flinch away. She continued flogging his penis, feeling the conflicting textures of its leathery foreskin and smooth glans sliding against each other until the orc let out a guttural groan, which Misty took to mean that he was now in her thrall.


Orc Bait



This fantasy story contains plenty of non-consensual sex that is quite brutal and graphic in nature. Though I didn't want the story to be too sadistic or misogynistic. 

This revised version was submitted April 2014, it has been re-edited and has small changes throughout, which I hope will improve it. 

Cheers, -Ax

-0643, day 21, month 04, Fangrind Forest.

The air was crisp and cool in the early hours around dawn. I made my way through the forest on foot. I like that time of the day, the world is just waking up and there's the promise of a new day ahead.

I had purpose, today I was going to collect me some ears. I knew these woods well, I learned to be a ranger here. I was a farmers' daughter, growing up in the West Acton riverlands, and seemed destined to be a farmers' wife. Then, by chance, I met a ranger named Baden in a nearby village. We fell deeply for each other. He was my brave, dashing ranger. I would give him my maidenhead, but he had to work for it. I had him take me out into the wilderness and teach me to be a ranger. I was already quite skilled with a bow, and liked to hunt. 

That was a long time ago now and Baden was long gone.

After a stint working for the Rangers Guild, I fell in with my party and took part in all manner of dangerous and exciting quests. We were a team of four powerful adventures, lead by the charismatic sourceress, Sierra. Our reputation spread across the kingdoms, as slayers of mighty monsters and champions of justice. We also partied hard and had lots of amazing sex. It was the best time of my life, but all good things must come to an end. I had been on my own for almost six years now.

I moved swiftly through the long grass that hugged the tree line. Then I crouched next to a tree and listened. There were plenty of noises I could identify, nothing seemed out of place. I began striding deeper into the woods. I knew where I was going--Fort Nikes. It was actually the ruins of a fort that would have seen plenty of bloodshed in the ancient wars. Now it was just a stone ruin, being slowly reclaimed by the forest. 

It still attracted campers though, sometimes bandit gangs would hide out there, or small goblin tribes, or the odd insane witch or wizard. That day I was hoping to find some orcs camping there. The Fangrind Forest sat at the northern borders of the kingdom, and orc raiding parties had been traveling through here as they invaded our land.

Orcs have become quite a problem for our dear King. They never used to come down this far south before, but something had been drawing them here for the last five years. King Farquad II had sent all his soldiers off to fight his latest war to the west, and didn't know what to do about all the raping and pillaging and killing that was going on in his land. He called on all adventurers and wanna-be adventurers to do their civil duty and fight off the orc invaders. It didn't work out very well for him.

I was doing my part, helping out the Rangers Guild, even though I wasn't a member any more. They were grateful for any help they could get. Then the King discovered that gold speaks louder than words, and decided to dig into his treasury. He decreed a bounty of one hundred gold pieces for each orc ear.

Suddenly a dead orc was worth two hundred gp. I was thrilled. My efforts in fighting off the orc raiders would have a monetary reward. I would put the gold to good use, using it to honor my fallen comrades and see that the are remembered. But I wasn't the only one getting in on the action, I knew that I had to watch out for orc hunters as much as orcs. 

I continued to swiftly weave through the trees as I descended into the forest. If I kept up that pace I would make it to Fort Nikes by midday. I kept a brisk pace, but stopped frequently to watch and listen as I got closer to Fort Nikes. The sun was shining directly above me, over the canopies of the large trees. I decided to circle the area on my approach, to scout the ruins.

I crept about slowly and carefully as I approached my destination. I came across some large humanoid tracks that looked fairly fresh, it raised my hopes that there were orcs there. I could see the large pale walls of the ruins rising up ahead. The tall stone walls were covered with a greyish green moss that helped it to blend in with the large trees around it.

The terrain around the fort was bumpy and uneven and quite lush, with plenty of trees, bushes and rocks about. I knew the area well. The ruined fort sat on top of a small hill. It still had three of its large outer walls in tact, but no roof and was open to one side. I knew that you could access the high upper floor through a crumbled stone staircase, if only for a lookout. It was what made this place an appealing hideout for so many. I was very careful to stay out of sight as I snuck around, slowly edging closer to the ruins.

As I moved around I saw an orc. The big ugly green bastard was just standing by the wall, staring out into the forest. He hadn't spotted me. His rough green skin was partially covered with thick leather armor. I could see a large sword strapped to his back. His face was squashed-up and ugly, his head was bald with large pointed ears sticking out each side. Valuable ears, they were what I had come for.

I continued to carefully scout around until I was quite certain there were five of them, two armed with bows. None of them looked to be a magic user. They looked to be scouts. Perfect, one thousand gp worth of ears, and not too many for me to take down on my own, particularly if I started attacking from range.

I unslung my custom elven longbow from my shoulder and slowly made my way around to the other side of the flowing creek. I got into position behind a large boulder, with the brook between me and the ruined fort. It was a prime archery spot. The fort was within my range. If the orcs wanted to get me, they had to go around the body of water, or through it. Either way it would allow me the opportunity to stick them with more arrows.

I silently watched the fort. They did have an archer stationed up on the second floor. I would take him out first, then the second archer that was inside, hopefully before he could get a shot off. Then I would take the other brutes out one by one. If one or two of them would get close, I was confident in my shortsword skills.

I drew a steel tipped arrow from the quiver on my back and lined up the orc archer on the upper level. I had a clear shot. He had no idea that death was aimed at his fat ugly head. Suddenly there was a loud painful scream from the other side of the fort. It drew the orc archers' attention and he moved out of sight. Then I heard more screams and shouts from the orcs. 

What the hell was going on?

I sprung into action without thinking, moving out from cover until I had the orc sniper in my sights. I aimed my bow up at him and loosed. The arrow slammed through the back of his skull and his bulky body crashed to the ground.

I grabbed another arrow and notched it as fast as I could. Speed loading wasn't my thing, but accuracy was. I swiftly moved around and noticed the other archer by a gap in the wall. I shot an arrow through his neck. He clutched his throat and let out a loud gargling sound as blood spilled down to his chest. He fell back against the wall and slid down to the ground as he died.

Suddenly there was another orc running at me, yelling loudly with his axe held high. I quickly let off a shot and the arrow slammed into his shoulder. He still came at me, I dropped my bow and pulled my shortsword from my belt. Then the orc fell over and his heavy body crashed into the dirt. I could see some sort of strange vine wrapped around his legs. I ran up and kicked his axe away as he raised it, then ran the point of my shortsword through his thick skull.

I quickly scanned the area. There didn't appear to be any other immediate threats. I didn't know where the other two orcs had gotten to, but they weren't attacking me. I picked up my bow and notched another arrow, before I started making my way into the ruins.

I cautiously walked through the gap in the wall, past the orc archer I had killed. On the other side of the wall I saw the last two orcs slumped over dead. There didn't appear to be any obvious wounds on them, but someone had killed them.

I pointed my bow out into the woods. "Who's there?" I called out. "Come out where I can see you." There was a brief pause, then someone started moving out from the bushes. I held my bow up as what appeared to be a young woman in robes came forward.

She held her hands up in front of her, "It's okay, I don't mean you any harm."

She was young and strikingly pretty, with long red hair that framed her feminine face and flowed down past her shoulders. She wore an elaborate green mage robe. When she got closer, I could see that she had mismatched eyes, one green and one hazel. She wore a stupid smirk on her face as she looked me over as well.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Aerowyn, and you are...?"

"Rohme."

"Well met, Rohme. That was fun, wasn't it? We took out all those smelly orcs. We make a good team." 

I still had my bow pointed at her, "No, not well met. No, we're not a team. These are my orcs. I had them well scouted out before you came barging in here. Get the hell out of here! Now!"

"Look, I understand you're still a little fired up from the battle, but I'm not your enemy."

"What kind of mage are you Aerowyn?"

"Just a beginner really. Just a girl starting out down the long, long road of knowledge."

I spotted some fine grey hairs on her robe. "Did you come in on horseback?"

"Yes, I rode in on my faithful steed Jester. He's somewhere nearby."

"I didn't hear a horse coming."

"A simple spell, to silence my horse."

I nodded down at the dead orcs, "What did you do to them?"

"Thornbite; deadly magical poison. Effective."

"Right...How old are you Aerowyn?"

"Sixty-four."

That surprised me, I would have guessed she was in her twenties. I looked her over again, her ears were covered by her red hair. She did have an Elvin look about her, though I would wager she wasn't a fullblood. "Half-elf," I said.

"Yes, that's right. And I'm guessing you're a ranger."

"Just an orc hunter...One who works alone. I was going to take those orcs out by myself."

"But luckily you didn't have to. I helped you kill them, so let's split their ears, fifty-fifty. What do you say?"

I still held the string of my bow tight. The muscles in my arm were starting to burn. "I say get the hell out of here. Now! They're my orcs and you're not getting a single ear Witch."

Aerowyn looked at me pleadingly, "Come on. I need the money to help my dying uncle. He's a good man, and he can't afford to see a healer. I need to help him. I need those ears."

"Then go hunt your own ears. These are mine." 

She stared coldly into my eyes, "Are you sure you want to be greedy about this?"

I tensed, "Just go! Don't give me any trouble now, girl, I will have an arrow in your head before you can cast a spell."

"Who says I haven't already cast a spell?" 

I squealed as I suddenly felt the sharp pain as a vine wrapped around my ankle and its thorns stabbed into me. I jerked as I released my arrow and it shot off past the mages' head and into the forest. I automatically grabbed another arrow and started notching it, but my head was starting to spin.

Dizziness overcame me and I dropped to my knees. I dropped my bow and then I was frantically pulling at the vine around my leg. My vision was blurring, and I couldn't think straight. My energy was rapidly fading. I slumped down on the ground. I tried my hardest not to lose consciousness, but I was fighting a losing battle. Deadly magical poison, was this how I was going to die? The world around me faded into darkness.

*****

I slowly came around again. I was lying on the ground. There were large pale stone walls around me. I was in the ruined fort. I tried to move my hand up to rub my spinning head, but I discovered that my arms were bound tightly behind my back. I looked down and saw that my legs were also tightly bound together by what appeared to be green vines. I took deep breaths and fought against the rising fear.

Then Aerowyn appeared before me. The red-headed half-elf was holding a bloody dagger and a small cloth sack. My heart was pounding in my chest. She had me bound and helpless and was clutching a blade. What in the seven hells was she planning to do?

The witch looked down at me and smiled, "There, That's five orc ears each. I could have taken them all for myself, like you wanted to do. But we killed them together, so we should split the reward. That's fair isn't it? I'll just hold on to your five for now, for safe-keeping."

I felt terrible, like I was badly hung over. "Ughh...Did you poison me, witch?"

"Mildly. You'll be fine. I do regret that we got off on the wrong foot Miss Rohme. You're quite an attractive lady. You have that weathered look of a seasoned ranger, but you're not without your feminine charms, are you?"

"What?...Unbind me now you little bitch, or you'll regret it!"

"I like your smooth brown skin, and your silky dark hair. Your dark almond eyes. I like your full figure that fills out your studded leathers nicely...So sexy."

"You're just another insane witch, aren't you?" 

Aerowyn wiped her dagger and then sheathed it at her belt, she came over and knelt down beside me. She brushed my straight brown hair away from my face, I recoiled from her touch, but she kept at it, gently stroking my cheek. She had a stupid smirk on her own pretty face.

Then she surprised me as she grabbed my head and leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I kept my lips closed, I could feel her tongue rubbing against them. I felt her hands fumbling at my chest, undoing my leathers. I jerked my head to the side, "Urgh, No, stop that!"

She just chuckled softly as she pulled at the laces. Soon she had the front of my jerkin open and pulled out my large bare breasts.She pressed her lips back into mine as her hands rubbed over my boobs. Her fingers felt soft and delicate, but were lewdly squeezing, groping and jiggling my exposed flesh. Her fingers gently circled my large nipples, and I could feel strange tingling sensations shooting through me as they hardened. 

She was still fervently kissing my lips, trying to forcibly enter my mouth. Her hands got a firm hold of my breasts. Then, without warning, there was an intense surge of energy, like an electrical charge flowing from her hand. It struck my mind with intense pleasure and made me moan loudly. Aerowyn took the opportunity to enter my mouth. Her lips pressed tightly and her tongue rubbed against mine as I squirmed beneath her.

My heart was beating rapidly. Her sensual touch was making my body tingle all over. I could feel the heat building within me, my lusts were being fired up. The half-elf was molesting me against my will, affecting my body with her magic. But, damn it! She was hot. I wanted her badly.

I kissed her back, and was enjoying the feeling of her wet lips and tongue rubbing over mine. I loved the taste and smell of her. Eventually she pulled away from my lips. My face was hot, and I was left getting my breath back. She brushed my hair away from my face and smiled down at me, "You like a little magical stimulation do you? Plenty more where that came from."

She moved down and started pulling at my pants. My pussy was tingling, and I was excited at the thought of her touching me there. But then I remembered myself--this bitch had attacked me, and now she was having her way with me. 

"No, stop it!" I yelled out, "I won't let you humiliate me, you little Cunt!"

"I bet you're soaking wet!" she replied. 

I was. She managed to pull my pants down a bit, but was unable to get them past my bound legs. It was enough to expose the white cotton panties that covered my crotch. She slipped her hand in under the material. I felt her fingers run through my soft bush of pubic hair. Then the fingers were rubbing along my wet lips, making me gasp and writhe under her.

A finger slid up inside me, and then another. I grit my teeth, trying not to moan. Aerowyn began pushing her fingers back and forth, rubbing them into my soft hugging flesh. I could feel my pussy throb and get even wetter. Her other hand moved up and was gently squeezing and rubbing at my breasts. "Yeah, you like that don't you? Miss orc hunter who hunts alone. You really love a bit of company."

It was true, I was enjoying her stimulation. I was attracted to both men and women, but it had been a while since I had been intimate with anyone. It was just the manner in which she bound me and was molesting me that had me feeling so humiliated and degraded.

"Now, we'll make some more wonderful magic, Rohme, You'll love it." said Aerowyn, giving me a lusty smile. She pulled down my soaking wet panties, revealing my dark bush of pubic hair and glistening rosy slit in the middle of the brown mound. Her fingers began rubbing along my opening again and her thumb gently caressed the folds around the hard little bud of my clitoris. I gasped loudly. 

Then I felt the intense magical energy surge from her hand and enter my body. My pussy suddenly began convulsing wildly. Powerful waves of pleasure emanated from deep inside my abdomen and surged through me. I found myself throwing my head back and screaming out in ecstasy. The powerful orgasm reached its peak, and I continued to writhe and buck and moan loudly as it slowly subsided.

The half elf continued to molest me, rubbing her hands over my slit and breasts. Her touch sent pleasurable tingling sensations right through me. I moaned and bucked when she teased my sensitive clit and nipples. My heart was pounding in my chest. My cunt continued to throb strongly and I could feel my juices flowing. 

It had to be the most intense, overwhelming orgasm ever.

I just lay there limply. My body was so hot, my heart was thumping and my chest was rising and falling rapidly as I caught my breath. It felt like I had just run a hundred miles. Aerowyn gave me a big lusty smile, "Wow, I never seen anyone react like that before. That was so fucking hot!"

I was still lying there in a daze as she slipped a few fingers into my soft wet cunt. She started rapidly thrusting her hand into me and I let out more soft moans. I could hear the wet splashing sound as she fingered me. "Oh goddess! You're soaking wet now!" exclaimed Aerowyn. She moved her wet hand up and wiped my juices all over my hot panting face. 

Then she got up again, standing over me. "It has been a lot of fun, Rohme, but I'm going to have to leave you for a while. Like I told you, I've taken your five ears for safe-keeping, your weapons and equipment as well. Don't worry, you can trust me."

I looked up at her blinking, trying to clear my dazed mind, "What? No! Listen to me, Those orcs we killed were an advance scout party. There will be a whole horde following behind. You can't leave me here. They'll kill me!"

"No they won't. I know orcs. You're an attractive female, and you're not a threat, all tied up like that. They won't kill you, they'll want to have some fun."

"No, you can't be serious! Don't leave me here like this!"

Aerowyn giggled as she lightly stepped away from me. "Don't worry, pretty soon you'll have plenty of orc boyfriends to keep you company."

"Get back here you Bitch!" I yelled angrily. "You're fucking mad! Come back and unbind me right now or I swear I am going to hunt you down and kill you!" I just heard the mage giggling as she disappeared from sight and walked away from the ruined fort.

*****

"Are you out there you Bitch? This has gone on long enough!!" I yelled. But I was pretty sure she had gone. She left me there with my arms and legs tightly bound and my bare breasts and crotch exposed. The area around my groin was soaking wet. I was so humiliated by what she did to me. Now I couldn't believe she was just leaving me here for the orcs.




Orc Bait 02: Hellbound



The Graug Kurv Strikes Back. This story contains rough non-consensual sex, futanari, bondage, demon summoning and tentacle sex. No orcs. Special thanks to Etaski for the help and inspiration. Thanks to all those who voted, commented and favorited Orc Bait too. I hope you enjoy Rohmes' revenge. Cheers, -Ax 

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-1528, day 11, month 05, Issendora Mountains.

Clouds gathered overhead and dimmed the afternoon sun, bathing the plains around me in overcast light. I slowly and quietly moved forward and peered over a large rock. There was a grey stone building around thirty meters in front of me at the foot of the sprawling mountain range. 

I scanned the area and couldn't see any defences around the keep. That didn't mean there weren't any.

I cautiously crept up to the building. Plants and weeds had taken over the front entrance. No one had done any gardening here for a long time, but I knew the place was occupied. 

I was trying my best to be stealthy, I didn't want my presence to be noted until I was ready, but when you're dealing with mages you never know when you're being watched.

I came to the large door at the entrance of the keep and scanned the area again. If any place was being watched, it was here. I reached out and felt the tingling resistance of a magical barrier around the door. Expected, and I came prepared.

I reached into my pack and pulled out a scroll. I undid the ribbon, unrolled the parchment and wasted no time reciting the ancient words that were scrawled on it. Thankfully the passage wasn't too long. When I finished, the words started glowing a bright red and the paper quickly disintegrated in my hands.

I reached out in front of me and the magical barrier was no longer there. I tried the door, it was still locked. I got my lockpicks out from my pack. 

I was no master locksmith that was for sure, but this lock seemed simple enough for me to handle. Pretty soon I had the tumblers slid into place and the door unlocked.

I quietly entered the keep. I was not sure if my intrusion had been noticed yet, there was no sign that it had. The interior seemed more homely than the outside, with sconces burning along the walls, casting out warm light. There was some simple furniture dotted around and a large dusty rug spread out in front of me in the entrance hall. 

I started making my way down a passageway to my left when I noticed a glowing light down the end. It was getting brighter. I quickly hid behind a pillar, hugging my body to the wall. There was a figure moving down the hallway toward me and the bright light made the shadows in the hallway dance about. I could hear no footsteps. 

The creature floated past me and I could feel the heat radiating off it. It was a fire elemental. There were summoned elementals guarding the keep. Again, it was something I was expecting. It would be best to keep out of their sight. The floating apparitions would attack anyone it didn't recognise, and I didn't want to have to suffer any severe burns right now.

I waited until the elemental turned off and the light dimmed, then I continued making my way down the passageway. I came to an open door and I could faintly hear a mans' voice from within. 

Beyond the doorway were stone steps that lead down into the dungeon. I peered down and saw dim light coming from below. The voice continued, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. 

I quietly made my way down the stone steps, descending into the pit. The male voice became clearer to me, he seemed to be reciting the ancient tongue, like I had earlier with the scroll. Someone was performing dark magic down there.

I stopped when I came to the bottom and could see a figure clad in a grey robe. He had his back to me and was standing on the edge of a large, bright red circle painted into the stone floor in the centre of the gloomy, empty dungeon. Dozens of eerie red candles burnt all around. A red pentagram was painted inside the circle.

I stood in the shadows by the stairs and watched as the robed man continued to recite his magical words in a loud, clear voice. He held up a vial and then spilled a dark liquid onto the ground. I could see that it was blood, which splashed onto the stone floor at his feet. I had come by in the midst of a diabolical summoning.

Suddenly there was loud rumbling sound, and I swore I could feel the room shaking around me. It had me feeling a little uneasy. 

A burst of flames suddenly rose up from the centre of the pentagram. My place in the shadows was bathed in bright light. If the man turned around he could plainly see me, but he was transfixed on the red and yellow flames in front of him.

I was transfixed too. I watched as a dark figure emerged from the flames. It was a humanoid form, straight away I noticed the shapely feminine curves and a long thin tail and small bat-like wings. 

The flames died down and dissipated and the figure was left standing there in the candlelight. She had smooth red skin, long black hair that flowed down to her waist, curved horns sprouting from her forehead and scary glowing yellow eyes. 

The demon was also completely naked. Her large round breasts poked out in front of her. Thick metallic rings hung from her dark, protruding nipples. Her feminine body was curvaceous and well proportioned. Her face youthful and symmetrical. The hellspawn was really quite attractive, despite her scary glowing eyes and goat-like hoofed feet. 

I had never seen one in person before, but recognised it as a succubus.

I stared down at her hairless crotch, with its' smooth red mound curving up between her thighs. A tingle went through my body and I felt the nice warm feelings I get when viewing something attractive. There was something very erotic and exciting about her.

The succubus seemed disoriented as she looked around. She looked at the robed man and hissed, and then looked behind him, directly at me. Her glowing yellow eyes seemed to pierce my soul briefly before she turned her attention back to the summoner. She lowered herself down like she was ready to pounce and hissed threateningly at him.

"Eka waise ebrithil." said the summoner in a commanding tone. His words seemed to carry some real power. The succubus raised her head and hissed wildly. "Sitja mor'amr eom eka." 

The succubus then turned around bent over so that her hands were on the floor in front of her. Her red ass was raised up high with her long thin tail lifted and swaying from side to side in the air. I was treated to nice view of her puffy red pussy lips and puckered little anus. 

"Yes. I'm your master now, you little demon whore." said the summoner. The succubus turned her head and hissed again, but didn't move from her position, seemingly bound by his command. 

He stepped forward, into the circle. "You're quite nice for a wild one, aren't you?" He reached forward and rubbed his hands along her backside and down her thighs. The demon stopped hissing and seemed to smile at him. She wriggled her ass seductively at him and her tail swayed back, rubbing up against his body. 

"Yes, you're all the same. You need it badly. Well I'm going to give it to you, you hell-spawned Slut!" His hands moved back and started undoing his robes, opening them at the front. I couldn't see it from my position, but I knew he had his hard cock out. 

He stepped forward, getting right up behind her. I crept along so that I could get a better view. I risked him spotting me, but I didn't much care. He seemed to be focused on his submissive demoness anyway. 

I crouched there by the wall and could see he had hold of his hard average-sized cock and was rubbing it along her glistening red snatch. The succubus was still looking back at him and smiling. She was fixed to the spot, but trying to move her ass back onto the cock. Her tail was wrapped around his waist, as though trying to pull him forward.

The lewd, exotic sight had my heart racing and my pussy tingling. 

Then he pushed his cock forward, it pressed up against the small opening and then speared its' way into the red demon flesh. The succubus let out a throaty moan. 

The man wedged it in deep and groaned, "Ooooh yes! Such a nice hot pussy!" He grabbed her ass tightly and pulled back and then thrust his hard cock in deep again. 

My pussy tingled wildly and demanded attention as I watched him pump his cock back and forth. Damn it! The overpowering urge came over me and I had to move my hand down to my crotch and rub it hard through my leather pants. I could feel the juices dribbling out of my tingling slit. The demons' moans and the slapping sound of the cock was setting me off.

I wanted to take my pants down and slip my fingers into my wet pussy and start vigorously pumping it. No, I wasn't going to do that.

With some difficulty I managed to pull my hand away from my crotch and stand up. The robed man groaned as he continuously slapped his cock in fast and deep. I silently approached the circle, moving up behind him. 

"Ah yesssss, who's yer master Bitch? Who's yer master?"

I stood there watching him fornicate with the demoness for a few moments. My pussy was still throbbing and drooling, I took deep breaths and calmed myself. Then I spoke out, "I thought you weren't allowed to do that any more Duane."

The man literally jumped and his cock popped out from the red succubus pussy as he spun around and saw me. He stumbled and staggered out of the circle and seized a ceremonial dagger that was lying just outside the circle. I had to stop myself from laughing at his clumsy panicked movements. 

He stood up and looked at me, his dagger and hard cock both pointed at me. The hood of his robe had slipped back and I saw his familiar face. The wizard was in his fifties and balding with short dark grey hair around his large ears, and a short grey goatee. He looked at me with his pale blue eyes. 

"Put that away, you have no chance." I didn't specify whether I was talking about the dagger or his cock.

He blinked at me, "Rohme?"

"Hello Duane."

"Rohme the Ranger, wh... what are you doing here?"

"Visiting." 

"I never get visitors."

"Really?" I nodded over at the succubus who was still bent over in the middle of the circle. She was looking back at us and hissing and waving her red ass about, her tail was swooshing from side to side. She looked very annoyed at the interruption. 

Duanes' face had gone bright red, he quickly drew his robe closed, covering up his cock. "Evil hellspawn, ...she used her powers to seduce me. I should not have been so weak."

I smirked at him, "She's cute, are you going to introduce me?" I stepped forward, getting a closer look at her. 

"STOP!" he cried out, making me halt just outside the circle. "You do not have control of the demon. If you step in the circle anything could happen. She's a wild succubus, she could rip you apart. You cannot trust her kind."

I let out a sigh, "Yeah, I have some experience with demons, thanks to you." I turned and started walking away. "I'll let you finish up here. I'll be upstairs." 

"Uh, ...yeah ...sure, make yourself at home. I'll be up there soon." As I started walking up the stairs he yelled behind me, "Watch out for the elementals." 

It was only around ten minutes later when Duane came back up. I was sitting in his cosy study on a padded chair sipping fine wine from one of his goblets. I had managed to get my raging libido under control after the exciting spectacle. 

He stood in front of me smiling, "Rohme the Ranger."

"Duane the Wizard." 

"It's good to see you again old friend. It's been too long. You're looking as lovely as ever. How did you get in here? ...You caught me with my pants down there, didn't you?" 

"You don't wear pants."

"Touché." He looked over at the open wine bottle on the table. "My Cyrnian Sauvignon! How did you find it?" 

"I'm good at finding things." 

He shook his head, "When I said make yourself at home I didn't mean steal my best wine." He went over to the table and started pouring himself a goblet.

"I didn't know that." I said innocently. I took another sip, it was a good drop, with rich fruit flavours. I swirled it around in my mouth before swallowing it down.

Duane turned back to me, "Where are your companions? The amazing Sierra, sweet Cordelia and your strapping swordsman, ...what was his name again?" He scrunched his face up as he tried to remember, "...Streek?" 

"Strafe." 

"Yes Strafe."

"They're dead."

He seemed genuinely shocked at the news, "Oh, I'm sorry. That's terrible. I'm afraid I'm living in a bubble here. How did they die?"

"Saving the kingdom."

"I believe that, you lot are the bravest, most heroic people I've met." He raised his goblet, "To Sierra, Cordelia and ...Strafe. Our saviours." 

I raised my glass too, toasting my fallen comrades and then took another sip. 

After a few moments of silence I spoke again, "So... still summoning?"

Duane looked embarrassed as he nodded his head, "My scholastic pursuits. Here let me show you something." He set his goblet down on a table and walked over to a desk and picked up a large book. 

He came over and put it down on the table in front of me and opened it up. I leant forward and looked over the pages. There was a large picture of a menacing horned demon and a large block of written words.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My research. I have been observing and cataloguing all manner of demonic creatures from the underworld. There are still many strange demons that are unknown to us. I have made it my lifes work." 

"Oh. So that's what you were doing down there with the succubus, research?" 

His face went red again, "Uh, yes, well, succubi are known for their seductive powers. ...It warrants further study."

I flipped through the book, it seemed he had been busy, there were many more pictures of demons of all shapes and sizes. Some of them looked quite scary. "So you can summon any of these specific demons again if you wanted to?" 

"Oh yes. I discover them by blindly 'fishing' in the outer layers of Hell, as it were. But once their form is known to me, I can call on their kind again.

I turned the page and saw a very interesting illustration. The demon was almost the shape of a squid. It had a large bulky body with one large eye and a mouth full of sharp teeth. It had scores of long tentacles coming out from its body like spaghetti.

I looked closer and saw that the tentacles had round tapered heads at the tip. "Are those cocks?"

"Oh yes. Fascinating creature isn't it? I called it The Drogus. All those tentacles are its' genitals. It enjoys putting them to use too, with whatever victim it can find." 

I closed the book and looked up at him, "I was there when the King expressly forbade you to summon ever again. What I witnessed down there, apart from being quite perverted, was an act of high treason punishable by death."

Duane visibly paled, "But surely an old friend saw nothing out of the ordinary down there. ...Did she?"

I just took another sip and drew it out, letting him squirm. He continued, "I'm not taking any risks, it's all quite safe I assure you. I'm not taking on any more than I can handle, there will be no repeat of what happened before." 

"When you unleashed powerful demons to wreak havoc on the capital?" 

"Accidentally unleashed, it's an important distinction." 

"And me and my party had to clean up your mess. Those demons were freakin' tough." 

"Yes I know. I was very lucky you lot were there. The King wanted to take my head, but Sierra managed to convince him to let me live here in exile. She really had a way with people, even Kings."

"Kings are people." 

He nodded, "Don't tell them that. ...Is Farquad the second still sitting the throne?" 

"Unfortunately, yes."

"So you won't say a word about my summoning activities will you?"

"No, and I don't need to hold that leverage over you either. Not when you owe me." 

He looked at me and stroked his short beard, "Ah, so now we're getting down to it. You want something. And I thought you had just come to visit me."

I smiled at him, "That too. I'm going after a witch." 

"Which witch? I have been out of the loop for a while, but perhaps I know her, or of her." 

"Her name is Aerowyn, red-headed half-elf. Quite proficient with poison magics." 

He shook his head, "...No, not ringing any bells. Do you need help finding her?" 

"No, I know where she is." 

"Then what do you need me for?"

"I want you to help punish her." 

"Really? What did she do?"

"She wronged me, let's just leave it at that." 

"What exactly is it you want me to do?"

"Come with me."

He looked a little startled, "What? ...Like a quest? ...Out there?" I nodded. "...I haven't left this keep for over ten years. I'm an exile, if any of the Kings' men find me I'll lose my head."

"The King has other things on his mind, with the war to the north and orc hordes invading his land."

"There's orcs too? ...Look ...Rohme, I would love to help you out. If this witch has wronged you then she deserves to be punished, but..."

"I'm asking for your help Duane." I stood up and looked him in the eyes, "Are you really going to say no to me? Really?"

He was flustered and looked away, "Damn you ...old friend. You break into my keep, interrupt my studies, take my best wine and ask me to risk my neck for your petty revenge. Is there anything else you want while you're at it?" 

I smiled, "Can I take a look at your scroll collection?"

Duane was reluctant to leave his keep to say the least, but he came. The debt he felt he owed my party meant he couldn't turn me down. I was counting on that. 

I think he was glad to have some non-diabolical company for a change. Though there was no mistaking his unease as we left his keep behind and started trekking through the wilderness.

It was dark when we arrived at the town of Codwallow. Duane was complaining of sore feet and how tired he was. Oh crap, we had another couple of days walking to do before we got to our destination. It wasn't going to be much fun for either of us.

We got a room at the Horse-head Inn, a cosy little place I had stayed a couple of times before. We shared a room with two single beds. Not long after we had both slipped into bed, I heard Duane snoring loudly. Oh great!

I had my soft undershirt and panties on under the blanket. As I lay there unable to sleep because of the loud rumbling snores that filled the room, my mind started filling with dirty thoughts as it often did lately. 

I was thinking about the exotic, sexy succubus and her red juicy snatch. About the cock pushing its' way in and pumping it with deep strokes. My hand slipped down into my panties and I sunk a couple of fingers into my warm, wet pussy and started forcefully stroking. 

I moaned softly as my other hand groped at my tits and rubbed around my hard nipples. It felt so good, I was giving my body what it had been yearning for.

As I hungrily fondled and fingered myself under the covers, my thoughts of the succubus faded. I started thinking about the big green orc cocks again, as I often did. The way they roughly penetrated my tight ass and filled it up. The way they forcefully rammed deep into me over and over again until they spurted their hot, wet cum inside my body. 

Damn it! What had that witch done to me? She had turned me into a dispenser of deadly magical poison. Enough to kill over sixty orcs. As soon as I could, I went to see a healer to determine exactly what toll it had taken on my body, only to be told I was in very good health. There was no trace of poison in my system at all, and no magics affecting me. A second healer told me the same thing.

Yet that incident at Fort Nikes had changed me. Before that night, I had not had sex for some time, and I was doing just fine. Now dirty thoughts filled my mind all the time. My pussy juiced up at the slightest provocation and demanded my attention. My nipples were more sensitive than normal and can make me moan and shudder just rubbing against my leathers. 




Orc Bait 02: Hellbound



I did this every night, furiously finger myself until I have had several intense orgasms. I even fingered my ass, wishing that it would be filled with a large cock.

Aerowyn had done this to me. I will make her fix me, and I will make her pay.

I had four fingers pushed up my soaking wet cunt and my thumb circling around my sensitive clit. The pleasure was heightening, I was heading for a strong climax. 

I was breathing heavily and moaning as I worked my fingers deep into my constricting orifice. I moaned as the strong pleasurable sensations hit my mind and my throbbing pussy squirted over my hand. 

I caught my breath as I brought my wet hand up and wiped it on my shirt. I laid there in the warm afterglow of my climax. I could still hear Duane snoring loudly over on the other bed.

I wanted a real cock badly. I had seen in the dungeon that my wizard companion was quite capable there. I imagined being like the succubus, bent over as he pumped his cock into me from behind. 

No, better not. He had been alone for some time. He might end up wanting more than just a casual fling with me, and I didn't want to go breaking his heart. We should just remain friends.

The thought had taken hold in my mind though, and I started gently caressing my soaking wet pussy with my hand again. I would probably need to bring myself to orgasm a few more times before I could get to sleep. Damn that witch!

We took the main road on foot, heading west the next day. Duane would visible tense up on the few occasions we passed some of the Kings soldiers, but they paid us no mind. 

He had plenty of questions about what had happened in the kingdoms while he was in exile and I filled him in as best I could. 

He talked mostly about diabolical creatures, it's what had occupied his life for the past ten years. I asked pointed questions about their weaknesses and how to fight them. That kind of knowledge could be helpful some day. 

We stayed at another inn that night and it was the same nocturnal activities, with Duanes' snoring and my masturbating.

The next day we left the road and headed into the forest. The wizard had slowed me down quite a bit as we trekked through the wilderness. 

"Can't you walk any faster than that?" I asked as he started falling behind again.

"My feet hurt. I have blisters." 

"Then summon a demon to carry you on its' back." 

"It doesn't work that way."

I sighed, "No, of coarse not. Just keep up or we won't make our destination by nightfall."

We walked on a little further through the wood when he eventually said, "Rohme...?" 

"What?" 

"You were there when your companions died, weren't you?"

"...yes." 

"What happened?" 

"After years of dangerous quest we finally took on more than we could handle."

"What was it?"

"Just a crazy cult, full of powerful mages. They were performing dark rituals that threatened the entire kingdom. We took them on, things got desperate, we had to bring their temple down on top of them, ...and us. I was the only survivor, by pure chance." 

"Oh. Then how did you..."

"Look, if you want more details you can read the book."

"What book?"

"People don't even know the sacrifice my companions made for them. I come by some money recently so I'm having a scribe write a book about it."

"I could have written it for you. I kind of consider myself to be the fifth member of your party you know."

"Do you? ...You should just stick to your demon picture books. ...Come on now, don't fall too far behind, a drop bear might get you." 

Duane looked startled, "There's drop bears?!" He quickly looked above him at the tree canopies. "What are we doing here if there's drop bears?! It's like walking into a forest minefield!"

"Relax Wiz, You're with Rohme the Ranger. I Know how to avoid drop bears." Duane stayed a lot closer to me as we strode deeper into the forest.

We walked and walked at a brisk pace, only stopping briefly for breaks. Eventually the sunlight started to fade away and the day was beginning to turn to night as we reached our destination. I was glad to see the isolated wizard tower up there on a hill, bathed in the dim twilight.

Duane looked the tower over as well. "Kabores' tower. I used to play cards with him, a long time ago. Is he really dead as well?"

"It's likely. Unless Aerowyn's holding him prisoner. Who knows? She seemed a tad unpredictable to me." She had let me live, even after I had threatened to kill her. That was likely because she was attracted to me.

In my search for her, I discovered that she had recently hired a band of mercenaries to take this tower for herself. Paid for with her ear money no doubt. 

Kabore had a number of golems protecting the place, but it didn't do him any good. The witch had taken her new home by force. She didn't have her mercenaries with her any more though.

I considered hiring my own band of adventurers to come and take her down. But there was another way. I clearly remembered what she said to me when I had threatened her, "I hope you cool down and change your mind about that. I would much rather be your lover than your enemy." 

It made me so angry, that she thought that what she did to me was forgivable. That I might just let it go and fall into her arms. 

She was deluded, but I could use that.

"So your plan is to just walk right up and say hello?" said Duane.

"That's right." 

"What if she tries to kill us, or throw us into her dungeon?"

"We fight." 

"I haven't been in a fight in over ten years."

"Just summon something to fight for you and give me magic support. That's what you do isn't it? But we shouldn't have to fight. She more or less invited me to come see her. Just follow my lead, okay?" 

"I have a bad feeling." 

"You've had a bad feeling since we left your keep. Come on, it's getting dark." 

We got closer and the tower loomed above us. It was surrounded by a high circular stone wall. The gate was open and we couldn't see anyone around, how inviting. We cautiously entered the courtyard, I had my bow equipped and an arrow ready, just in case. 

There were piles of grey stone all around the courtyard. It was like it was left over from the towers construction and no one had taken them away. But the tower was built centuries ago. Perhaps there had been some reconstruction recently, maybe Aerowyns' assault had taken its' toll on the structures.

"What the hell am I doing here?" said Duane nervously.

"Helping out an old friend remember. Let's go knock on the door." 

"Rohme!" he was startled.

"What is?" I said, tensing up and looking around. Then I noticed glowing runes appear on some of the stones around us. I had my bow raised and the arrow drawn. 

The rocks started to move. Humanoid shapes rose up from the piles around us. There was a bulky figure in front of me, it stood around eight feet tall and had a featureless head, its' body was covered in glowing runes. I knew what it was; a Stone Golem.

Kabores' tower was known for its' golem protectors, but I thought they would have all been defeated by Aerowyn and her mercs. 

I had fought different types of golems before, flesh golems, bone golems, clay golems, and even a dreaded iron golem. I knew a ranger who swore he had once seen a shit golem. Nobody would want to fight that.

I scanned the area around us, there were five stone golems. I was unprepared for this.

"AEROWYN!!" I called out. "We come in peace. Call them off!!" 

The golem ahead started lumbering toward me with heavy steps. I loosed my arrow and it deflected off its' stony head. My arrows would be about as useful as insults. I tossed my bow aside. I wanted to draw my blade, but that wouldn't do me any good either. 

I leapt sideways as the golems' big heavy fist slammed down where I was standing. 

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" said Duane as he tried to stay away from the approaching creatures. 

Another golem had a large stone in its' hand, it hurled it at me and I barely managed to fall backwards and dodge it as it flew past. 

Duane started casting magic missiles and the glowing bolts shot into the chest of a nearby golem, but didn't seem to be slowing it down at all. 

"Summon something Duane!" I called out.

"I need you to keep them off me!" he called back. 

Without hesitation I ran forward toward the golems that were lumbering toward Duane. I frantically dodged their swinging fists and legs as I yelled, "Come and get me you ugly Pricks!" I rolled past one of them as it tried to bring its' heavy foot down on top of me.

I got to my feet and ran off again, I had three large golems charging after me, their heavy footfalls were making the ground shake. I lead them toward the stone wall and turned with my back to it. I dodged a flying stone fist and it smashed into the wall. 

I dove out of the way as the crumbling wall came down on top of two of the them, bringing them down. 

I rolled out of the way as another golem almost slammed a large boulder down on top of me. I quickly got to my feet and was running again. 

I saw a new large hulking figure near Duane, it appeared he had summoned an earth elemental. The creature was ape-like and hunched over, around as tall as the golems, with huge arms and fists. It looked to be made of brown dirt, with roots, grass and rocks in various areas of its large body. 

A golem approached Duane and the elemental swung its' huge arm, knocking it away. Another golem swung its' fist and a large chunk of the elementals' body and half of its' huge arm was smashed away as dirt scattered through the air. 

The elemental tackled the golem and they both tumbled to the ground. The elemental was on top of the struggling stone golem. Then I saw more dirt rising up from the ground and covering them both. The golem was soon buried under a large hill of dirt.

I was distracted by the spectacle of the huge magical creatures battling and barely managed to dive back and dodge the large rock that was hurled at me. I was on the ground as the golem was charging at me. 

Suddenly it slammed into the ground. I saw green vines wrap themselves around the golem and pin it down.

Another golem had its' fist raised and was about to smash it into the cowering Duane when vines wrapped around it and pulled it to the ground as well. 

I stood up and dusted myself off and caught my breath. The golems struggled, but the strong vines had them immobilised. They were familiar to me, I knew where they come from. 

"Are you allright?" I asked Duane.

He was quite shaken, "Seven Hells Rohme! I didn't sign up for this!" 

"Aerowyn, where are you?" I called out.

"Right here Rohme." said the half-elf emerging from the shadows near the tower. 

The last remnants of sunlight were fading, but I could see her standing there, smiling at me. I expected to be angry when I saw her again, instead I was struck by how beautiful she was, with her long red hair and pale youthful face and slim, petite body under her elaborate green mage robe. 

I drew my shortsword and stood there threateningly. Duane came up behind me. 

"Have you come to kill me?" she asked casually.

"No. But I wasn't expecting to be attacked." 

"So sorry about that. Those golems tend to crush first and... well, not ask any questions." She stepped closer and her face lit up with a broad smile. "It is so wonderful to see you again Rohme. I knew you would come and visit me. Welcome to Kabores Tower." 

"You're still calling it that?" said Duane.

"And who are you?"

"This is Duane, he's a friend." I said.

"Nice to meet you Duane. Any friend of Rohmes'... Nice dirt monster, but why did you only summon one?" 

"Only the most powerful master wizards can summon more than one elemental at a time." 

Aerowyn let out a, "hmphh." Then gestured for us to follow her, "Come on, let's go inside."

We followed her through the front entrance and into the tower. We had entered a large, round, open room which was lit with a large chandelier holding many candles. It had other simple pieces of furniture scattered around. 

"Penridge." called out Aerowyn. 

The short, skinny man appeared on the stairway on the wall. "Yes Mistress?" 

"We have guests. Prepare some food for us." 

He nodded and looked us both over. I could see the recognition on his face as he looked at me. He smirked, probably remembering me naked. He turned and went up the stairs again. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked me.

"No, I have something." I said as I unslung my pack and started going through it. I was tired, physically and mentally, we had been walking through the woods all day, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, I was sore and fatigued from the fight. I pulled out the blue rejuvenation potion from my pack. It was just what I needed.

Aerowyn was watching me, "Careful, people get addicted to that stuff." I drank it down, it had a horrible bitter taste, but I immediately started feeling better, re-energised. 

Aerowyn didn't stop smiling at me. If she was wary and suspicious of my intentions, she didn't show it.

I looked around, "Nice place you have here." 

"Yeah, it'll serve, for now." 

"Yes, you wouldn't even be able to tell it was payed for with blood." added Duane.

"So many things in this world are." said Aerowyn. "How do you think Kabore came to live here. He didn't build it." 

"It was home to an evil necromancer who was menacing the region. Kabore did the kingdom a favour." 

"So, he was a good wizard and I'm an evil witch for taking it from him, is that it? You sound like a simple minded paladin, looking at the world in terms of good and evil. The world I live in is not black and white, it's a broad spectrum of different colours. One mans' act of evil is anothers' act of salvation. I thought a fellow mage might understand that." 

Duane scowled and then looked over at me. I frowned at him, I told him to follow my lead, I didn't want him getting into a confrontation with our mad witch. We were to play the role of gracious guests for now. 

Duane seemed to understand this and held his tongue, "I'm tired, and I was almost crushed to death by your golems. Let's continue this discussion another time." 

"Yes, of course. Let's go up to the dining room. I'm sure you're both quite hungry." 

We followed her up the stairs to the second level, where the dining room and kitchen was. Penridge had some bread, cheese, olives, meat and other food laid out on the large table in the centre of the room. Duane went forward and started picking at the food. 

I stayed back at the stairway with Aerowyn. She turned to me, "Not hungry Rohme?" 

"Not really."

"I've been thinking about you a lot. I'm so glad you're here. Have you been thinking about me?"

"Oh yeah. I'm still angry about what you did to me Aerowyn, I want you to apologise." 

"Apologise for what? It all turned out well in the end, didn't it?" 

I grimaced at her, "You did something to me. I can hardly think straight anymore." 

"Oh, you did something to me too Rohme." she said playfully. 

"You know what I'm talking about, with your magic poisons and spells, you made me ...hypersexual." 

She gave me a big smile, "Oh, I see. You've been a horny little ranger since we last met." 

I stared coldly into her mismatched green and hazel eyes, "What did you do to me? Fix it. Now!"

"Okay, okay. Come with me, I'll see what I can do." She turned to her servant who was bringing out another tray of food. "Penridge, I'll be upstairs with Rohme. See that our guest is comfortable and arrange a room for him." 

Duane turned and looked at me, "Everything okay?" 

"Fine, you get some food and rest." 

"Make yourself at home Wiz." said Aerowyn. "But I wouldn't go casting any spells. I won't be held responsible for what the towers' defences might do." She turned and started making her way up the stairs and I followed her.

We got up to the third floor. It wasn't as open as the other floors, it was walled off with three doors set in the stone wall. Aerowyn went forward and opened the middle one. As I followed her in, I saw that it was a fairly large bedroom. There was a window on the far side, a large bed by the wall, a big round rug and other simple pieces of furniture around the room. It looked like it was her sleeping quarters.

"Put your stuff down there." said Aerowyn, gesturing to an empty spot by the door. I dropped my pack and bow and quiver, and undid my belt, leaving my shortsword there as well. I still had a knife strapped into my left boot, but I didn't feel I would be needing it right then.

"Now, tell me what exactly you... hrmph!" I was cut off by Aerowyn lunging at me and pressing her lips into mine. Her arms wrapped around me and embraced me tightly as she lustily ground her mouth against my lips and forced her tongue deep inside me. I was taken by surprise, my heart was racing and I found myself hungrily kissing her back.

Our tongues fervently rubbed against each other. Warm tingling sensations emanated throughout my body, particularly around my groin where my cunt was quickly getting wet. I was suddenly so incredibly aroused. 

My hands grabbed at the hot little half-elf and forcibly rubbed at her back and squeezed and rubbed her ass through her soft robe as we desperately pashed each other.

As we kissed, she made little muffled moans that were driving me wild. I was losing myself to the wild, carnal lust. Forgetting that I was mad at her. I just wanted her. I wanted to be inside her and I wanted her inside me. 

She pulled away from my face and gasped for breath. Her hot, flushed face was so damn sexy. "Rohme..." Just hearing my name come from her ruby lips fired up my passions again. This time I lunged forward and cut her off, forcing my tongue back inside her mouth. There was more of her sexy muffled moans as I squeezed her firm ass. 

Her hands came up to my chest and were pulling at my leathers, hastily undoing the cords and opening the jerkin to free my heaving breasts. Then her hands were running over my skin. Her fingers circled around my sensitive, erect nipples making them tingle with pleasure. I kissed her even harder.

Then she got my left nipple between her thumb and finger and gave it a short sharp pinch, sending a vivid dart of pain into my mind. I squealed into her mouth. The intense sensation had my body shuddering and my pussy throbbing as its' juices flowed.

Then she took it even further.

The intense surge of magical energy flowed from her hand and into my body through my breast. I had felt it before, but had forgotten how overwhelming it was, like an electric pulse of pure pleasure. 

I pulled away from her lips and cried out in ecstasy. My legs went weak and I staggered away from her. 

I managed to keep my balance and caught my breath. My heart was fluttering in my chest. My pussy and nipples were throbbing. My panties must have been soaking wet. 

Aerowyn was in front me licking her lips. She had a naughty gleam in her eye. Damn, how could she be so fuckin' sexy.

"Heh, I haven't forgotten how much you like that. My, my, you are such a horny little ranger, aren't you?" 

She turned around and stepped toward the bed. I lunged forward and got hold of her and she let out a squeal. It was like I was losing control of myself, letting the wild, ravenous beast take over.

I brushed her silky red hair aside and started hungrily kissing at her neck. My hands pulled at her robe, grabbing hold of it and lifting it up. I wanted her out of it. She cried out as my teeth sunk into her neck and I lifted her dress up over her body. I pulled myself away from her neck which was bright red from the love-bite and pulled her robe up over her head. She cooperated and raised her arms, letting me slip it off. 

I tossed the robe aside, she was completely naked underneath, aside from a rather elaborate necklace, it looked like mythril. I turned her around to get a better look. She had seen me naked before, but I hadn't seen her. 




Orc Bait 02: Hellbound



Her body was pale, thin and petite, portraying her elvin heritage much more than human. Her breasts were small but very cute with their protruding rosy nipples. Her pubic area was smooth and hairless and I could see her tight little cleft curving between her creamy thighs. 

I had never seen anything so appealing in my life.

I pushed her back and she fell down onto the bed. Straight away I was on top of her. I brought my face to hers' and once again we were passionately kissing, with our wet tongues wrestling against each other. 

I ran a hand through her soft red hair as the other moved down and fondled her firm little titties. Aerowyn moved her hands up and pulled at my leather jerkin, trying to get it open even further. 

I pulled back from her mouth and bit firmly at her bottom lip. Then I started slowly moving my mouth down further, kissing her smooth little chin and then her neck. My mouth ran over her necklace, giving me a metallic taste. I kissed my way lower and lower until I had the firm bud of her nipple in my mouth. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly beneath me. 

I was breathing hard as well. My dirty mind was almost overwhelmed with excitement. I knew the best was yet come.

My hand moved down and rubbed over her smooth groin. My finger rubbed along her hot little slit. It was wet and slippery, the feel of it excited me even further. I forcibly pushed my fingers in amongst her warm, soft folds and she let out a deep, sexy moan. Then I clamped my teeth down and bit her nipple, making her yelp and push me away. 

"Aaaaah, go easy Rohme." she groaned, "Ooooh ...Slow down, there's no rush, we have plenty of time. ...Ughh ...Let's get those clothes off you." 

I looked up and gave her a wicked grin. She wanted me to slow down. I wasn't going to.

I pushed two fingers through her slit and deep inside her slippery hole. Aerowyn let out a loud "Ooooh!" as I roughly penetrated her. The warm flesh squeezed around my fingers, damn she was tight. 

She couldn't possibly be a virgin, she told me she was sixty-four years old. She also told me she only likes women, I guess she wasn't accustomed to large penetration.

I started thrusting my fingers back and forth inside her squeezing pussy. She threw her head back and moaned and squealed loudly. It was such a sexy sound. My other hand groped at her tits and pinched her nipples. 

Watching her slender little body writhe underneath me and vocally respond to my furious fingering was turning me on fiercely. My pussy throbbed and drooled and was begging for some of the action that she was getting. But I was determined to get this little red-headed minx off, to force her to climax like she had done to me. I didn't need magical pleasure surges to do it.

After a little while, I sensed that she was getting used to the rough fingering, so I decided to change tact. I withdrew my fingers from the holes' tight embrace and shuffled down on the bed until I brought my head between slender legs. 

I took in the aroma of her wet, excited sex before lunging forward and sinking my mouth into it. 

Aerowyn moaned as my tongue lashed about inside her. Her warm juices ran down my face and I relished the taste of her. I clamped my teeth on her vulva and tugged at it. She responded by letting out a loud "Aaaaagh!" and bucking her hips. She bent forward and tried to push my head away, but I just buried my face in deeper and rubbed my tongue up inside her as hard as I could. 

She flopped back on the bed and moaned as more warm juices flowed from her hot, tight cunt. I brought my hand up and dug my wet thumb into her soft folds. I found the little nub of her clitoris and started circling my thumb around it. 

Aerowyn moaned louder in response. She was gasping and writhing and her juices were flowing and I knew she was getting close.

I moved my mouth up and replaced my thumb with my tongue, rubbing it around the little clit. I slipped two fingers back up inside her and immediately started fingering her as hard and deep as I could. 

Aerowyn moaned and gasped loudly. I pressed my lips tightly around her clit and sucked. The tight orifice made a slurping sound around my fingers as I furiously pumped them in and out. 

"Aaaah, ...Oh Goddess, ...Oooooh ...Rohhhhme!" cried out Aerowyn. She threw her head back and cried out even louder as I brought her to orgasm. 

Her tight hole convulsed around my fingers and her juices squirted all over my hand and chin. I never stopped roughly sucking and licking and fingering as her body bucked and writhed beneath me as she rode out her powerful climax.

The naked half-elf was left gasping as her orgasm subsided. I got up from between her spread thighs and moved up on the bed. My hand was soaking wet, I smeared her juices over her hot, flushed face. Then I leant in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back. 

"Oh, Rohme..." she sighed. "That was mind blowing. Can you take your clothes off now? I love your generous curves ...and your smooth brown skin. It's all I've been thinking about." 

I smiled and sat up on the bed. My jerkin was already open at the front and my tits were hanging out, their dark nipples still sticking out erect. I pulled my top off and tossed it aside. Then I slipped off my boots and undid my leather pants and pulled them off. My grey panties were soaking wet, as expected. I bent down and slipped them off too. 

Aerowyn shuffled over next to me and ran her hand through my soft, dark pubic hair. I sighed at her teasing touch. She moved her head to my chest and started kissing my tits. I was waiting for her to bite my nipple like I did to her, but she just gently sucked and kissed them, it felt really nice, and had my wet pussy buzzing again.

She pushed me down on the bed and moved my arms up above my head as she planted another kiss on my lips. Then I felt something wrap around both of my arms, I quickly tried to jerk them back but they were held securely. I looked up and saw that her green vines were around my arms. 

"Aaaagh, No!" I cried out and tried to pull my arms back with all my might. As I did so, more vines wrapped around each of my ankles. They pulled my legs apart and I was left there, spread eagled on the bed, crying out and struggling against my magic bonds. 

"Relax Rohme, it's just part of the fun." said Aerowyn. 

"No! Release me now witch! I'm not into this." 

"Yes you are. ...Trust me." 

I didn't trust her. The last time she had me bound with these magic vines I went through a horrible ordeal at the hands of a horde of savage orcs. 

"Aerowyn, please, just let me..." Once again she cut me off with a passionate kiss on the lips.

Then she stood up and looked down at me smiling. I was laying there, bound to the bed with my legs spread apart. My wet pussy was exposed and vulnerable. I did not like it one bit. 

"Come on." I pleaded, "We can do this without the bondage. I'm not going anywhere."

She just kept on smiling, "Now there's an image to keep me warm on a cold night." She was ignoring me. Getting me back for ignoring her pleas to take it slower. I hoped that was all it was.

Then she bent down and cupped my breast in her hands. She squeezed them together and then let them wobble back down to my chest. She got hold of them again and squeezed and rubbed them. "I love them. Big and bouncy and so much fun to play with." she laughed. 

Then she was more focused on my nipples, rubbing and pinching them. I gasped and moaned. "Ooh, so responsive!" she cooed. 

"Ungh, what did you do to me? ...ooh!" I said. 

"Me? The magic poisons I used have no lasting effects. I didn't do anything." She reached down and started rubbing her fingers along my slit. It sent tingling waves of pleasure through my body. 

"Uh, ...ooh. Don't bullshit me! ...Ungh."

"It's true. I think that incident back a Fangrind Forest has awakened a part of you that you've repressed." She moved down between my spread legs. "It's not good to repress things." She started lightly licking along my slit.

I didn't believe what she said. The mad witch was playing with me. I was too aroused to be angry. My wet pussy was tingling wildly. I wanted to be fucked so badly. Her tongue split my lips apart and lapped at my juices. I moaned loudly again. 

Then there was some shuffling on the bed as Aerowyn sat up. She forced a leg under mine and wrapped the other one over me. I felt her press her hot, wet pussy into mine. She pushed her weight into me and started rocking her hips, grinding against me.

I let out soft moans as I felt the stimulation on my outer pussy. It continued to tingle wildly and I wanted more. I rocked my hips, grinding back against her. 

Aerowyn kept at it for a while. It felt really good, but it wasn't enough to get me off, no matter how hard I mashed my cunt into hers'. With my arms bound, I couldn't even rub at my clit. It was frustrating. 

Aerowyn was enjoying herself though, merrily grinding her groin against me and letting out soft pleasurable moans.

She eventually stopped and wriggled off of me. She moved her head down between my legs again and continued licking. Then she plunged her mouth into my pussy and I felt her tongue go up and move about inside me, rubbing at my inner walls. It felt so good. I pushed my groin into her face, encouraging her to go deeper. 

Her hands rubbed at my thighs as she lustily ate me out. She moved her mouth up and her tongue rubbed around my clit. Her fingers started teasingly running along my slit. I desperately wanted her to stick them in and start fingering me like I did for her. My inner walls were aching to be rubbed.

Instead, her fingers stroked their way lower, and I felt her prodding around under my pussy, at my ass. My anus involuntarily clenched as the finger prodded there, but that didn't stop it from pushing its' way in. I let out a loud "Oooh" as my netherhole was penetrated. 

Aerowyn lifted her head and smiled at me, my juices were dripping down her chin. "Yeah, you like that. Kinky girl. How many orcs got up your backside?" 

It was quite a lot. 

The finger rocked back and forth in my tight hole and Aerowyn went back to sucking and rubbing her tongue around my clit. The raw pleasure was building quickly. She was finally getting me off. I needed to cum badly. 

"Oh Gods yesss. keep doing that!" I cried out as I bucked my hips. 

She did keep doing it until I reached my peak. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the intense pleasure hit me in waves. She moved her head back and slipped her finger out of my ass. 

As I was coming down from the pleasurable ride she put her hand over my clit and the intense magical surge shot into my body. I screamed out as I was hit with another, even more powerful orgasm. My pussy throbbed wildly and squirted juices all over the witch.

And then she did it again. It was too intense for my mind to handle. I thrashed against my bonds and cried out in ecstasy as powerful waves of pleasure assaulted my mind. I gasped for breath, was she trying to kill me? 

She did it again and it was too much for me to take. Pure, raw, carnal, ecstasy was the only thing I was aware of before I passed out.

I came around again and my mind was still in a daze. Aerowyn was snuggled up to me giving me soft kisses around my face and neck. I moved my arm up and rubbed my head. My arms and legs weren't bound any more. 

"Wha... Aerowyn?" 

"Welcome back Lover." 

"How long was I out?" 

"Not long. You got me off, so I repaid the favour, ten-fold. You'll never have another lover like me. That's why you sought me out, isn't it?" 

'No, that's not the reason.' I thought. I rolled over and sat up on the bed. 

"You don't want to stop just yet do you?" said Aerowyn. 

"Not at all. In fact, I have a surprise for you." 

"For me? What is it?" 

I stood up and went over to my pack and reached inside. Aerowyn was still lying on the bed stark naked. Her bright red hair was draped down her back, she looked so damn sexy. 

"You use your magic for my pleasure. I have some magic for you too." I pulled the scroll out from my pack.

Aerowyn sat up and looked at it with interest. "That scroll holds quite a bit of magical power, I can feel it. What is it?"

"I told you, it's a surprise." 

"I'm not going to let you cast a spell on me without you telling me what it is." 

"You told me to trust you when you had me bound. Now it's your turn to trust me. I'm not casting it on you anyway, I'm casting it on myself." 

"Well you certainly have me intrigued, my horny ranger." 

I smiled at her, "It's going to be great." 

I unrolled the parchment and started reading out the ancient words while the naked half-elf looked on. 

When I finished, the scroll disintegrated in my hands and I immediately felt an agonising sharp pain in my groin. I screamed out and doubled over, dropping to the floor. 

"Rohme! Are you okay?" called out Aerowyn.

I cried out in agony. It was more painful than I had anticipated. My clit! Oh gods! It felt like it was going to burst. 

Aerowyn rushed over and grabbed my shoulder, "Rohme, what are you doing to yourself? Is that alteration magic?"

The pain subsided and I slowly got to my feet and stood up. Aerowyn looked down and her eyes went wide in shock. I looked down and saw a big black cock poking out from my groin. 

It was every bit as big as Kuroks' was, around nine inches long and thick and veiny with a bulging round head. I could feel it too, the weight of it on my groin and the pressure as it was filled with blood and was throbbing. It looked like a real erect cock, but didn't have a set of balls, just my pussy underneath.

"Oh goddess!" said Aerowyn, "It's big!"

I got hold of it and rubbed it. I let out a long sigh, it felt good. I don't know why Duane had a rare penis-growth scroll. He just had a large collection in his keep. I was glad I got hold of it. I was getting very excited again. 

Aerowyn didn't seem so excited. "Uh, ...Rohme, that's nice, but I'm not really into those things. It has been a very long time..." 

"How long?" I asked.

"Over twenty years." 

"Well let's get you reacquainted then." She squealed as I grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed. I quickly grasped her legs and spread them wide. I was physically stronger than her. I wanted nothing more than to ravish this beautiful half-elf witch. Violate her with my big new cock.

"Eeeek, No wait!" she cried out. "We'll pleasure your new ...appendage, but just calm down. Go easy, please!" 

"Sure, I'll go as easy on you as the orcs went on me." I got hold of my cock and started rubbing the head along her little pink slit. It made me shudder with pleasure, the tip was quite sensitive. 

"No you don't!" said Aerowyn. 

I felt something wrap around my right leg and the sharp pain of little needles stabbing into me. She had cast Thornbite on me. The last time she did that, the poison made me lapse into unconsciousness. 

Not this time.

I reached forward and got hold of her nipple and twisted it. She yelped and cried out in pain. 

"Call it off!" I said forcefully. 

"Eeek, ...Okay, okay!!" she cried. The vine slowly unwrapped from my leg, I could still feel the stinging from the thorns but the poison had no effect. 

I let go of her nipple and thrust my hand out in front of her face. "Didn't you notice my new ring? Greater Ring of Poison Resistance. It was the first thing I bought with my ear money." 

She looked at me coldly through her teary eyes, "I got myself a tower, and you're a guest here. Behave yourself!" 

"Sorry. I can't help myself, you drive me wild." 

I got hold of my cock again and pressed it into her slit. Aerowyn suddenly bent forward and grabbed the organ. The pleasure surge shot from her hand and I moaned loudly as it throbbed powerfully and gave me an intense pleasurable orgasm. "Ughh ...Uh ...Oooh Gods!" I cried out as the orgasm soon subsided. She did it again, it felt really good, but this time the throbbing orgasm wasn't nearly as intense. 

I looked down and saw the beads of sweat on her forehead, the strained look in her eyes. She had cast too much, I could see she was spent. She tried it again. I only felt some tingling pleasure in my cock, it wasn't enough to bring me to orgasm again.

I pushed her and she flopped back down onto the bed. She was wiped out. She was mine to use any way I wanted. I gave her a wicked smile, "Thanks for that Baby. That felt fuckin' great. Now it's time for your nice little puss to get me off."

I got hold of my cock and prodded the head into her slit once again. I forced it forward and the thick head split her lips apart and sunk into the tight sheath. She cried out at the painful violation. I thrust forward, wedging my thick organ in deep. Damn she was tight. It felt amazing.

"Owwwllll!! Aaaah Fuck! It's too big!" cried out Aerowyn. 

I pulled back slowly and then pushed it in deep again. My cock was sensitive after the orgasms, I needed to go slowly. My mind was filled with lust as I moved the cock back and forth. 

Soon I began to speed up though. I just wanted to ram my fat organ hard and deep. Her tight, wet cunt felt really fuckin' good. Her anguished cries were a bonus. 

I had her pinned under me and her slender legs spread wide as I continually slapped my hard cock down into her. The pleasure was building quickly. I continued bobbing my ass up and down until the wonderful pleasure reached its' peak. 

I wedged my cock in as deep as it could go, until my groin was pressed up into hers'. Her soft, warm flesh hugged the member tightly as it throbbed with intense pleasure. I moaned as I felt another strong orgasm. 

Aerowyn looked defeated as she lay under me. She grit her teeth as she looked up at me, her face was all red and wet. "Take it out now." Her tone was more pleading than commanding.

No. I wanted to get her off again. I smiled at her as I moved my hand down to her crotch and started gently rubbing my fingers around her clit. She responded by gasping and letting out soft moans. Then I started slowly moving my cock back and forth. 

Oooh, it had become quite sensitive again after the orgasm, I didn't think I could pump her hard right then anyway.

"Uh, yeah! You like that don't you Bitch." I teased. "You really love my big cock, you little Kurv." 

I kept at it, and I could see it was having an effect on her. Her breathing became shallower and she was letting out soft moans. Slowly I increased my pace as I fucked her. I could feel her little pussy getting wetter. This was good, I was going to force the hot little bitch to cum from the unwanted violation.

Soon she was gasping and moaning loudly. I stopped rubbing her clit, grabbed her legs and started ramming my cock in hard and deep. 

She was crying out, "Uh ...Uh ...Uh ...Ugh ...Oh Fuck! ...Oh Fuck!" 

I fucked her hard as she came. She writhed about underneath me. Her juices seemed to be squirting out of her cunt as my big cock pumped it furiously.

I continued to fuck her hard as she came down from her climax. I held her legs tightly and gave her continuous deep thrusts. She just laid there limply under me. We could hear the repetitive wet slapping sounds as I pumped her. 

Pretty soon I was reaching another climax. My fat cock throbbed with intense pleasure again as I slowed my thrusts. I dropped down on top of Aerowyn, pressing my sweaty body into hers'. I kissed her around her lips and chin and neck. She seemed quite unresponsive now, but I was still fired up, filled with burning lust.

After a little while, I slowly raised myself off of her. My cock pulled out from her wet, tightly gripping cunt. It was still fully erect, I didn't think it went soft like a normal cock. I climbed up on the bed and shoved it into Aerowyns' red, pretty face.




Orc Bait 02: Hellbound



"Open your mouth for me Baby. 

She screwed her face up, "Ugh, ..No." 

"Come on. It tastes like pussy." I yanked at her hair, when she squealed I shoved my cock into her mouth, past her ruby red lips. "Be a good little Kurv and suck me." 

I felt her teeth press down into my fat member. I grabbed a fistful of her red hair again, "Don't bite!" I said threateningly. 

She gave me a spiteful look, then removed her teeth from my cock and started sucking. I had hold of her head and bobbed it up and down while she blew me. It felt great. 

I had given plenty of blowjobs in my time, it was wonderful to finally be on the receiving end. The sight of her pretty face bobbing on my black cock was something I would never forget.

I groaned as I enjoyed the wonderful wet sucking sensations around my big member. The fat head rubbed along her tongue and went deep into her mouth. 

"Do you know what those nasty orcs did to me?" I said to her.

I gripped her head tightly as I pushed my cock in deeper. My fat cockhead pressed into the back of her throat. She let out muffled cries and tried to struggle against me as I continued to force it in deeper. 

I groaned as my cock entered her throat and slid down until I had the whole length wedged into her and my groin pressed up against her face.

The half-elf franticly hit me and made more muffled cries as I felt her throat constrict around me. I gave a few short thrusts and then pulled it back again. The big cock slipped out from her tight throat and then out of her mouth. 

Aerowyn coughed and gasped and spluttered while I smiled down at her. I knew how horrible it was, but I had no sympathy for her. She deserved it, ...and more. 

I wanted to keep tormenting her. I rubbed my wet cock over her red, teary face. "You know what else those orcs did, don't you?"

I got up off of her and then started roughly flipping her over. "Ugh, No! Don't you dare!" she cried out as she tried to fight against me. I held her down on the bed and gave her nice pale ass a few hard slaps, turning it a rosy pink colour. 

I spread her cheeks apart and was treated to the sight of her puckered little hole. It was wet and glistening from her pussy juices. I rubbed my fingers around and prodded at it. 

"Ugh! ...Rohme. Don't! I mean it!" she cried out. 

I pushed a finger inside her and the little sphincter squeezed around it. She seemed to be clenching tightly as I wriggled the wet finger about. 

"You might want to try and relax a little when I stick my cock up there." I told her.

"You are not putting your cock in there!" 

"I'm gunna do more than that, I'm gunna give it a hard pounding."

"NO!" She struggled against me as I got into position, pressing my weight into her and pinning her down to the soft bed. I grabbed my big wet cock and guided it to her little brown freckle. 

Then I pushed my weight down and the cockhead pressed up against her. I didn't think it was going to go in, but I kept on pushing. 

Slowly, the little sphincter opened up for me and Aerowyn screamed out like I was killing her. The cockhead forced its' way down inside her and I felt the intense pressure of the clamping hole. 

Then I slipped in several inches and felt the tight ring squeezing around my fat shaft. The naked half-elf continued to cry out and thrash around under me. It just excited me further and I thrust my hips until the big member was wedged in deep. 

Oh Fuck! I thought her pussy was tight. 

I laid down on top of her and brushed her hair aside and started kissing her neck. My big cock stayed lodged deep in her clenching backside. 

"Aaaagh, ...oooh , ...ugh! Take it out! It hurts!" she cried. 

"I know it hurts. This is what you subjected me to Witch, ...A lot of this. You really need to try and relax and accept it." I raised myself up again, supporting my weight on my arms and slowly pulled the cock back. 

The friction was intense. I slowly moved the cock back and forth. Damn, the squeezing ring sliding along my shaft felt really fuckin' good. Aerowyn continued to gasp and cry out underneath me. 

I didn't have the luxury of starting off slowly back at the orc camp. I steadily picked up the pace. It was really exciting, I just wanted to drive my cock hard and deep into her wonderful ass. 

Soon I was breathing heavily as I pounded her hard. It seemed she had taken my advice and laid there limply as I fucked her, she never stopped crying out loudly though.

Then I came. I pulled out of her and my cock was released from the little holes' squeezing embrace. It throbbed wildly again, and I moaned with pleasure. Aerowyn just laid flat on the bed panting. 

My orgasm subsided and I sat there for a while, sensually rubbing her thighs and butt.

I wasn't done with her yet. I grabbed her legs and lifted her up and bent her legs, positioning her like the little fuck-toy she was. I wanted to take her doggy style. 

"Ugh, please Rohme, no more!" she pleaded.

"Yes, more!" I said, taking position behind her. She looked really sexy, bent over like that. Her wet, rosy asshole didn't look quite as small and tight now, but was very fuckin' appealing. 

I lined my cock up and pushed it in again. Straight away I began ramming it in hard and deep. Aerowyn was moaning loudly again and it was driving me wild.

I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her toward me with each hard thrust. It went on and on as I lost myself to the carnal lust and fucked the shit out of my sexy little witch. 

The pleasure built again until it wedged my throbbing cock deep inside her and rode out another amazing orgasm. 

After a short break I repositioned her again. She didn't put up a fight, or ask me to stop. I had her on her back, with one leg over my shoulder. I rubbed my cock over her wet pussy lips, teasing her, and then I pushed it up her tight ass again. 

This position was good. I had a good view of her nice little titties and her pretty face which was hot and teary and wore a defeated expression. It was such a turn-on. I repeatedly pushed her down into the soft bed as I pistoned the fat cock into her.

Soon her ass didn't feel so tight any more. I rammed her even harder, trying to increase the stimulation, but it was slipping back and forth easily. I looked down and realised my cock was shrinking. 

"Oh no!" I cried out. The spell was wearing off. It was too soon, I wanted it to keep going on and on.

I watched as my wonderful cock withered away and shrunk back down into my body until I was just rubbing my mound against her ass. 

Aerowyn looked down and saw my smooth crotch. "Oh Rohme, Lost your manhood? I was just getting into it too." 

"You were into it from the start, Kurv." 

I dropped her leg down and then crawled forward and planted my lips onto hers. She softly kissed me back and then I flopped down beside her. I was spent. My heart was still beating rapidly and I was breathing heavily and was hot and sweaty from the energetic fuck session.

After a few moments Aerowyn turned to me, "Oh Rohme, ...my horny ranger. I've never been taken like that before. Not in all my years. ...You dominated me, forced me, hurt me, defiled me. It was so raw and intense. You were like a wild beast. I'll never forget it. But damn, my ass is sore. I should go take some healing potion, but I can't get up right now.

So much for punishing her. But I had other plans. She put her arm around me, but I lifted it off and sat up. "I'm all hot and sweaty." I said. 

"Me too, ...and sticky." 

"I need a wash." 

"Have Penridge run a bath for us." 

"No, I saw a nice spring near here. I would rather have a dip there." 

"Oh yes, it is a nice place for a dip. I'd like to join you, but I don't think I can move, you've ridden me too hard." 

I got up and gathered my clothes that were strewn about on the floor and started getting dressed again. "I'll be waiting for you. I really want to get to know you better Rohme." 

"Oh, you will." I gathered my gear and turned and blew Aerowyn a kiss. She still looked really sexy laying there naked on the bed, even though she was flushed and sweaty and her hair was messed up. I headed down the stairs.

On the second floor, I found Duane and Penridge sitting at the table, both held a bunch of cards in front of them. There were several gold coins laid out on the table, most of them were stacked in front of Penridge. 

Duane turned to me and grinned, "Oh, hello Rohme. Enjoyed the scroll I gave you eh? Judging from the noises coming from up there."

I smiled back, "Oh yes, very much." 

"What scroll?" asked Penridge. 

"Never mind." I gestured to the coins in front of Penridge, "The gods not favouring your hand, eh Duane?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure that's about to change." He looked me over, "Are we leaving already?" 

"No, I'm just going down to the springs for a dip. I'll be back soon." 

"Do you want me to come with you?" 

"No. You stay and win back your money." 

"Sure. If you need me you know where I am." I nodded and headed downstairs again.

I left the towers' courtyard and walked down to the spring. It wasn't too far away. The moon and stars reflected in the clear pool. I put my gear down and stripped out of my clothes. The water was quite cool as I stepped in. I dropped into water and swam, it felt wonderful.

It was a nice clear night. Our largest moon Truna was fully illuminated and sitting high in the dark sky. Her sister Etton was elsewhere. On some nights they could both be seen together. 

Numerous stars filled the night sky, too many to count. Sierra had once told me that they were all the suns of other worlds, and from one of those worlds, our sun looked like just another star in the sky. It blew my mind.

I wonder if the gods let you travel to those worlds when you die. I think Sierra would like that.

I was calm and satisfied. For the first time in a the last few weeks my body wasn't craving sex. Perhaps Aerowyn had lifted her curse on me, or I just fucked it out of my system. 

Things were going well for me so far. My rough treatment of Aerowyn in the bedroom was a start, and a hell of a lot of fun. I had other plans, and I didn't think the witch had any idea what was coming to her. That part is going to be fun too.

"Rohme." I quickly turned around in the water and looked up. Who said that? "Rohme." Did that frog just say my name? I went over to the green bullfrog sitting on the bank by some reeds. "Rohme." That definitely came from the little amphibian.

"What do you want frog?" I asked.

"It's me, Duane." said the frog. 

"Duane? Did that witch turn you into a frog?" 

"Don't be silly. I'm just talking to you through it."

"How is that even..."

"Magic. Now listen, they think I've gone to my room to rest, but I've been doing some snooping around. Kabore is still in the tower basement." 

"Is she keeping him prisoner?" 

"Yeah, ...kinda. Look, meet me in the courtyard as soon as you can and I'll fill you in. Be careful, she may be more dangerous than you realise."

"Duane, what did you..." The frog leapt into the water and swam off. 

That was strange. I quickly got out of the water, wiped myself with a towel from my pack and got dressed again. I made my way back to the tower.

I cautiously entered the courtyard and spotted Duane in the shadows. I went over to him, "What's going on?"

"I saw him Rohme, Kabore was suspended in some sort of crystal. There were half a dozen women down there too, all trapped in crystals. It reminded me of something I had read in a book. Some evil wizard from the time of the ancient wars, he found a way to suspend other mages in crystal prisons and draw on their arcane power for potent rituals. I think she is attempting to do that." 

"Shit, that's not good." 

"Yes it is." came Aerowyns' voice behind me. I spun around and saw her standing there in the moonlight, dressed in her green robe again. 

"Enjoy your dip Rohme?" There were heavy footsteps as two stone golems walked up and stood behind her. 

"Aerowyn, what have you done to Kabore?" 

"That's really none of your business. ...Hmm, raping your host, snooping around, you two are not very polite guests. Someone should teach you some manners."

I quickly drew my shortsword, "Duane, cast Poison Resistance on yourself. We can take her." 

"Sorry Rohme." said Duane. I felt his hand on my head and then a powerful surge hit me and I passed out.

I awoke under the starry sky. I was a little dazed and confused as I looked around. I appeared to be in some sort of clearing. 

There were large pale stone blocks around me. a few burning torches were stuck in the ground nearby, letting off a flickering light. I could see two robed figures standing nearby, Aerowyn and Duane. Penridge was there too, standing further off in the darkness. 

What happened? Where was I? 

My arms were behind my back, I tried to move them, but they were bound. My legs as well. I looked down and saw that it was the witches horrible green vines again, and I was stark naked. 

I thrashed about and cried out, "Aaaagh No! You Cunt! Let me go!"

Aerowyn came up to me smiling, "Back with us eh Rohme?" She squatted down beside me. "You naughty girl. I hoped you would have been satisfied reaming my ass out with your scroll cock, but that wasn't enough for you was it? Duane told me your plans. You wanted to summon demons to rape me. How mean. But I'll give you points for creativity."

I looked up at Duane, and he stared back down at me. "Duane you Prick! You betrayed me!"

"I'm sorry Rohme. I really am." he said, looking away.

"What did you offer him Rohme? Money? Your pussy? There's only one thing any mage wants; more power. That's what I offered him. I can show him secrets to increase his magic potency so that he can do more than summon one measly dirt monster. You just couldn't compete with that."

"Where are we?" 

"Just a little place not far from my tower. The natural magic is strong here. It's where me and my coven sisters used to perform our rituals and get up to all sorts of mischief."

"Your coven sisters? Are they the ones you have trapped in your dungeon?" 

"Yes, alas, we had some disagreements. They're much more useful as they are now. Lending their power to me when I need it."

I looked around me and saw that there were thick red lines in the dirt. I was in a summoning circle. "What are you going to do?"

"Carry out your plans. Only you're going to take my place. You're much better suited to it. We'll bring out your true submissive, masochistic nature. When it's all over, you'll be calling me Mistress." She turned her head, "Don't worry Penridge, I'm not replacing you. There's room for plenty to serve under me."

I spat at her, "Go to hell."

Aerowyn laughed and stood up again, "We're going to bring hell to you." She produced a folded up piece of paper. "I found this in your pack. Nice picture. So many cocks, I can see why it appeals to you." 

It was a page I had ripped from Duanes' book. The page with the tentacle demon he called Drogus. I wanted him to summon it for Aerowyn. I had a very bad feeling.

She walked out of the circle. "You can begin Summoner."

She went and sat on a large stone block as Duane began reciting the ancient words. I tried to slow my breathing and stay calm. Fuck! I was in a lot of trouble again. Duane carried on reciting the words and then poured out his bottled Blood of an Innocent onto the ground. It was just like I had witnessed back at his keep.

The ground beneath me started shaking and suddenly a bright light appeared behind me, illuminating the whole area. I could feel the heat of the flames on my back, but I didn't dare turn around. I was scared out of my mind.

There was a horrible slithering, squelching sound behind me. I jumped as I felt something touch my back. Then I felt more slimy things slithering over me. Cocks! Long, thick, red tentacle cocks. 

The Drogus was right there behind me.

Duane spoke out in his powerful, commanding voice again, "Eka waise ebrithil. Huildr alfrin." 

I felt the tentacles wrap around my waist and chest. I cried out as I was lifted up off the ground. The vines which bound me suddenly came loose and dropped away, but straight away I felt tentacles wrap around my arms and legs. 

I cried out and struggled against them, but they were too strong, and gripped my limbs tightly. My legs were spread wide apart, so wide it hurt. My pussy was left open and vulnerable in front of me. 

I was left there for a while, suspended in the air in that horrible, humiliating position. I heard Aerowyn laugh, "Nice! Very nice Summoner. And you have control of the creature?" 

"Yes, it is bound to my commands."

"Are you excited Rohme? Up for some hot tentacle action?" 

"Ungh! Let me go, you mad Witch, or you're going to regret it." 

She laughed again, "Go on Duane, tell it to fuck her hard."

Duane spoke out his commands, "Taka alfrin kona vanta." 

I tried to prepare myself for what was to come. Dozens of tentacles slithered over my naked body, coating it with their slime. They were prodding and rubbing at my body, probing for openings. 

I felt one slip up over my crotch and rub into my pussy. Then its' thick, round head prodded into my slit and speared into me. I threw my head back and moaned as my cunt was stretched open and filled with thick fuck meat. 

Suddenly I found my mouth filled with tentacle cock as well. 

The tentacle in my cunt forced its' way deeper and deeper until it painfully pushed up against my cervix. Then it started pulling back until it was almost out and thrust in deep again. 

The one in my mouth was forcing its' way into my throat. I tried to bite down on it, but it wasn't having any affect. It entered my throat and went in deep, it was a horrible violation. 

The two tentacle cocks violated me with long hard thrusts. I struggled to breath as the one in my mouth pushed in and out of my throat and made me feel very nauseous. 

My pussy was responding to the deep thrusting intruder, tingling wildly and getting very wet. I was getting raw, carnal pleasure from the rough stimulation. I knew that if it kept going it would get me off.

Other tentacle cocks were still rubbing over my body, which was now quite wet and slippery all over from the tentacles' slime. I could feel fat cockheads prodding into my armpits and navel and my tits and various other places. Then I felt one prodding into my anus. 

My tight hole painfully opened up as another tentacle cock entered my body. It pushed up into my stretched rectum as deep as it could go and then started fucking me with deep hard strokes like the other invading tentacles.

All the stimulation was too much for me to take. All that vigorous rubbing, inside and out. My pussy suddenly started convulsing as I came without warning. Waves of intense pleasure hit my mind. The three cocks just continued pumping into me as I rode it out. 

The tentacle slipped out of my throat again and I squeezed my lips tightly around the fat shaft and sucked as hard as I could. I rubbed my tongue around the head. I figured that if I pleasured it well with my sucking mouth, it may not force its' way into my throat again. It was worth a try. 

I sucked and sucked, the tentacle moved back and forth, pushing deep into my mouth, but it didn't re-enter my throat. 

Soon I could feel the tentacle cock pulsing in my mouth. It got stronger and stronger until a copious amount of warm, wet fluid spurted out of the tip. It filled my mouth and my nasal cavity until it flowed out of my nose and down my chin. It was repulsive. That thing had just came.

The tentacle cock slowly pulled out of my mouth and I coughed and spluttered and retched out the thick, white fluid. It tasted foul. I wanted to throw up. 

I could hear Aerowyn laughing. I looked at her through my teary eyes, she was still sitting there on the stone block. Duane was standing just outside the circle, watching.




Orc Bait 02: Hellbound



The tentacle pumping my wet cunt suddenly stopped. It stayed wedged up deep inside me as I felt the other one continue to thrust hard up my backside. I could feel the tentacle pulsing in my pussy, just like the one in my mouth had done. The pulsing quickly intensified until I felt its' wet cum spurt out and spread inside me.

It gave a few more slow thrusts into my squishy cunt and then slowly pulled out. I felt the cum spill out after it. 

Another tentacle prodded at my face, looking for my mouth. I turned my head, avoiding it, and it slid along my cheek. Another tentacle penetrated my cum soaked pussy again and quickly started fucking it hard. 

I wanted to gasp and moan as I was double fucked, but the tentacle cock was trying to find my mouth and I kept my lips shut tight and was moving my head about, avoiding it. It rubbed over my cheek and then slipped around behind my neck. 

I saw Aerowyn step forward until she was standing just outside the circle. She giggled as she watched the tentacle cocks roughly fuck my pussy and ass in a disjointed rhythm. 

"He, he, that looks like fun Rohme." 

Duane walked around behind her, "Why don't you join her then Witch?" 

He suddenly kicked her hard in the butt. She yelped as she was sent tumbling forward, right into the summoning circle. She cried out in surprise and madly scrambled to get out, but a tentacle wrapped around her leg and pulled her back. 

More tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs and lifted her up. She cried out in anguish and thrashed against them.

Duane commanded the creature again, "Atra du nuanen kona eitha." The tentacles slowly stopped their thrusting into me and came to a stop. "Atra alfrin eitha!" 

The tentacles slid out of me and suddenly I was released and dropped to the ground. I got onto my hands and knees and quickly crawled out from the circle. 

"No! What the hell are you doing?!" cried out Aerowyn behind me.

I sat there on the ground outside the circle and caught my breath. My pussy and ass still throbbed, and cum leaked out me. 

I was relieved beyond words. 

"Are you okay Rohme?" asked Duane.

I looked up at him, "Having me violated by tentacles wasn't part of the plan!" 

"I'm sorry. I had to go through with it. I had to wait for the right moment. I'm not brave like you." 

Aerowyn was still suspended in the air by the tentacles. I could see the demons' bulky body behind her with its' large copper coloured eye, and the scores of tentacle cocks slithering around her. She looked furious. 

"You Bastard! I'll make you suffer! ...Penridge, get them!"

I picked myself up off the ground and stood on shaky legs next to Duane. We both looked at Penridge. 

He was looking at us with wide fearful eyes, "...F ...Forget about me. ...I'm nobody!" He then turned and ran off into the darkness.

"You snivelling coward! Get back here!" called out Aerowyn.

I turned back to her, "Not very good at inspiring loyalty in people, are you Aerowyn?" 

Duane walked over to his Bag of Holding and started digging around in it. 

"You stupid man!" said Aerowyn. "My offer was genuine. I could have granted you great power. Now you're choosing to throw that away. For what?"

He pulled out a brown robe and came and handed it to me. "Well, the more power one gains, the more they want. It's a path that ultimately ends in self destruction. I have seen it plenty of times. After a decade alone in my keep, perhaps the only thing I want is a good friend." He turned and smiled at me, and I smiled back. 

I slipped into the brown robe. My body was still all sore and slimy underneath, but I glad to be clothed again.

"You're a fuckin' idiot then." said Aerowyn. "Dark times are coming. The orcs coming into our kingdom is only the beginning. There is a great war brewing, the likes of which no one has ever seen. It is the time for mages like us to be building our power. The kingdom needs us."

I looked into her angry mismatched eyes, "No Aerowyn. The Kingdom doesn't need another mad witch. We're going to let Wriggles here have his way with you for the rest of the night. Then Duane is going to open up an Azraelus Gate and we're going to cast you into hell and then forget about you. You'll spend the rest of your days as a fuck-toy for all manner of nasty demons."

I could see the fervent fear in her eyes, "No! You can't! You wouldn't! I know you Rohme, you wouldn't do that to anyone."

I gave her a cruel smile, "How well do you know me?" 

I could see she was terrified. Good. She can have a taste of the fear that I felt when I was bound and helpless and surrounded by savage orcs. 

"Strip her." 

Duane gave the command and a tentacle slipped inside her green robe. Aerowyn cried out as it was ripped away, revealing her slender elvin body. Her legs were spread wide apart, like mine were, exposing her little bald pink slit to us. 

She cried out again and struggled against the bonds. She looked so hot, suspended in that prone position. 

I looked over at Duane, "She's pretty sexy, isn't she?" 

"She's okay, ...a bit skinny." I noticed the bulge at the front of his robe, showing that he really did like what he saw. 

"Do you want to fuck her?"

He looked at me and shook his head, "No, ...no, that's okay." 

"Go on Duane. I want you to. She's a good fuck." 

He looked her over again, "Well, ...If you want me to..." 

He slowly stepped forward into the circle, rubbing his erect cock through his robe.

"Don't you dare touch me, you pathetic worm!" spat Aerowyn. She grit her teeth and strained, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Are you trying to cast?" said Duane as he lifted his robes. "You're in my circle. I'm the master here." 

His erect cock poked out in front of him. He rubbed it along her groin. Aerowyn groaned as he pushed it into her, splitting her thin pink lips apart. He started bucking his hips, fucking her with short fast strokes. 

"Uggh, yesss!" he groaned. He reached up and rubbed his hands over her perky little tits.

I was glad he was enjoying himself, and I was kinda jealous. I wished I had another dick-growth scroll, I would give her another good seeing to. I loved the disgusted look on her face as he screwed her. I was getting aroused again, despite having just been roughly violated in all holes by a tentacle monster. 

I went over to the stone block where Aerowyn was sitting. I winced as I sat down. Damn, my ass was sore, at least it stopped before I received a load of demon cum up there. I sat and watched with interest and gently caressed my clit through the robes as Duane had his fun.

The Drogus looked at me with it huge, creep eye. It sent a shiver up my spine. I could see it wanted to continue fucking me. I was really glad to be free of it's slimy grasp.

My plan had worked out. I took a risk there. I was a little worried that Duane might have been tempted to side with Aerowyn, with all her talk of gaining power. But Sierra had always been a good judge of character. She had trusted Duane, and so did I.

The wizard kept merrily pumping away into the red-head until he started groaning. 

"Don't pull out." I called out to him. "...Give her some cream." 

He groaned louder and I enjoyed the look on Aerowyns' face as he spurt his load inside her.

"Ughh, you disgusting little pig! How dare you?!" she said angrily. 

Duane laughed as he pulled out of her and wiped his cock on her leg. He backed away and her little cunt looked all rosy and wet. 

"Are you excited now Aerowyn?" I teased. "Up for some tentacle action?" 

"Fuck you!" she said angrily. 

"No, you!" Duane was out of the circle again, he gave the command, "Taka alfrin seithr ramr." 

Many tentacles started rubbing all over her body. She cried out and struggled feebly. I watched as one of the tentacles found her cunt and forced its' way inside. It immediately started fucking her with deep, hard strokes. She threw her head about and was letting out high pitched squeals.

Another tentacle soon found her ass and she screamed out as it roughly penetrated her. I smiled at the memory of ploughing her clenching asshole with my scroll cock. 

She continually gasped and cried out loudly as the two thick tentacle cocks rammed into her tight body. 

Another tentacle started rubbing over her face, she turned her head away and then another one quickly forced its' way through her red lips. I could see it go in deeper and her throat expand as it slid down there. I wondered if she would work out that it won't go in so deep if you suck it hard.

It was strange watching her taking the relentless tentacle violation so soon after I had been on the receiving end myself. I would feel sympathetic toward her if she hadn't been so deserving of it. 

I was just happy to see the witch get what was coming to her, and it was getting me quite hot. My pussy tingled. I raised my robe and slipped my hand under and started playing with myself as I looked on.

After a while, the tentacle in her pussy stopped thrusting and stayed wedged in deep. I knew what was happening, my little half-elf Kurv was getting some hot demon cream. The other tentacle still pumped away at her stretched ass. The tentacle pulled out and I saw the thick, pearly fluid leak out of her ravaged orifice. 

Straight away, another tentacle cock moved over and penetrated her squishy cunt and start pumping away again, causing cum to splatter with each hard thrust. The one down her throat stopped moving then. It was going to cum down her throat. I couldn't decide if that was worse than getting it in your mouth. 

The tentacle pulled out of her throat and mouth and straight away she gasped and coughed and retched. "Ugh,.. unngh! ...Rohme ...Please ...Mercy! ..ack!" she called out. I remembered begging the orcs for mercy. They just laughed at me. 

Another tentacle started rubbing over her face. It began forcing its' way past her lips. I decided to help her out a little. "Suck on it Red. It won't go down your throat if you blow it nicely." 

The tentacle was thrusting through her red lips, but didn't appear to be going down her throat, it looked like she was following my advice.

The tentacle cock in her ass stopped thrusting and spurt its' cum inside her. It pulled out and was soon replaced with another that continued mercilessly sodomising her. 

I could see plenty of other tentacles rubbing over her glistening body and prodding in different places. 

One was prodding at her crotch and I could see that it was rubbing over her clit. She was moaning loudly around the tentacle in her mouth and writhing about. I could tell that she was cumming. It was so hot, I started fingering myself faster. 

Then the tentacle rubbing at her crotch started pressing into her pussy, which was already occupied with a thrusting tentacle. Oh my! It wouldn't! But it did. 

Aerowyn let out a muffled scream as it slowly forced its' way inside, squeezing up against the other tentacle. 

My gods! her poor cunt must have been stretched to its' limits. She struggled vainly against her bonds again. Now she had two tentacle cocks pushing up her pussy and another one ramming her ass. She must have stopped sucking, the tentacle in her mouth was thrusting down her throat again. She deserves everything she gets, I reminded myself. But I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her.

The hours rolled on. Duane and I watched on as the monster continuously and mercilessly violated the naked half-elf witch. She had gone limp and placidly accepted each hard thrusting tentacle. 

The demon didn't slow down at all, it dumped its' cum deep inside her orifices at regular intervals, and when the spent tentacle cock pulled out, there was always another one to take its' place. 

It moved her into different positions now and then, sometimes pushing her into the ground as it fucked her, sometimes having her bent over and sometimes even hanging her upside-down. It only double penetrated her pussy and ass a few times. I noticed her reaching an orgasm several more times. 

Eventually dawn began to break and the stars began disappearing from the night sky. I knew the other worlds were still out there, but the day belonged to our sun. Soon it would make its' appearance. 

It was time to wrap things up.

Aerowyn was hanging limply as the tentacle cocks pumped her cum-soaked ass and pussy with a loud slurping sound. Milky demon cum was dripping off her slimy body and pooling beneath her. 

There was no tentacle in her mouth, her face was red and wet, and she just looked exhausted, not even making the effort to moan. Her red hair was wet and matted, she didn't look so attractive any more.

Duane was sitting on the ground, looking tired and bored. "Send it away." I told him. 

He perked up and stood up again. He spoke out more commands to the demon. It stopped fucking her and the tentacles slipped out from her body, then she was dropped onto the ground in the pools of cum. She just laid there, not moving. 

Duane recited some more ancient words and the tentacle demon was enveloped in a wall of flame and disappeared. 

"Aerowyn." I called out. She didn't stir. "Aerowyn!" I said more forcefully. She slowly lifted her head and looked at me. "It is time for you to say goodbye to this world."

Her eyes went wide with fear, "No!" She struggled to pull herself up and started crawling out of the circle. When she got to the edge I put my foot down on top of her to stop her. 

"Open the gate." I told Duane. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Do it." 

"No, ...please!" begged Aerowyn.

Duane cast the spell, and soon a swirling vortex appeared in the middle of the summoning circle. A red desolate wasteland full of flames and lava could be seen on the other side of the portal. Horrifying, unnatural noises could be heard emanating from it. 

"No, Please Rohme, you can't do this!" cried out the defiled half-elf.

"You brought this on yourself Aerowyn." 

"Please! ...I'm sorry!" 

"Sorry for what?" 

"For everything I've done to you. For binding you and leaving you for those orcs. I used you for my own gain. I showed no concern for your welfare. I shouldn't have done it, I'm sorry!"

I stared into her fearful eyes for a few moments, "Well that's all I wanted to hear. You can go to Hell Aerowyn, ...but not today." I looked over at Duane, "Close it."

He made the portal disappear again. 

Aerowyn looked up at me and blinked, "You were never going to send me through there, were you?"

"Not this time." I turned my back on her. "We're going back to the tower to free Kabore and your coven sisters. You should stick around, they would probably want to have a word with you." 

I dropped a healing potion on the ground and then walked away from her. Duane started walking after me.

As I walked off, I turned my head for one last look at her. She was sitting up on the ground watching me. She gave me a smile. Mad witch! What the hell did she have to smile about? 

I had beaten her, but that smile told me that she wouldn't stay beaten. I had better watch my back.

We left the clearing, heading back to the wizards tower. Duane walked beside me. "You did well Duane. Consider your debt repaid. We'll get you back to your keep soon."

"Uh, we don't have to go back there right away do we? Perhaps I could accompany you, ...wherever you go next."

I flashed him a smile, "How do you feel about orc hunting?"

...



Orc Bait 03



This story has strong themes of non-consensual sex, bondage, humiliation and violence. It is an adult fantasy revenge-of-revenge story. -Ax

-0856, day 29 month 06, Ulrich City 

I watched as the angular stone parapets of the keep came into view over the treetops. It was the big keep, in the big castle, in the big city. The appearance of the huge building was a sign that I had been looking out for, a sign that we have reached our destination.

I was sitting on the deck of the cargo boat as it drifted down the river. I had bought passage from the city of Trujilo to the north. Duane and I had parted ways there. I had business in the capital and he was still in exile. He didn't want to risk going to Ulrich, home of the King who exiled him a decade ago.

We had collected the bounties on the orcs we had been hunting to the north-east, around Fangrind Forrest. It was a decent haul, and Duanes' magic proved to be quite useful in our hunting trips as we trapped and ambushed two separate orc patrols.

Duane was heading west, to Kabores' tower. No doubt he would be enjoying the hospitality of his fellow wizard who was still grateful for our freeing him and his tower from that mad witch Aerowyn. 

...Aerowyn; I wondered where she was now. If she was smart she would be far away. Her ex-coven sisters were hunting her down, as well as the wizard Kabore. I had a niggling feeling that she would come after me again, after I had subjected her to some rough payback. I often wondered if I had done the right thing letting her live. 

Now it was mid-morning, the sturdy wooden river-boat had been travelling down the Urial River all yesterday and through the night. The captain told me we would reach the coast by mid-morning. 

The trees cleared from the river and gave way to plenty of farmland, with neatly ordered fields of crops and vegetables and fruit trees. I had a better view of the castle in the distance, surrounded by high grey stone walls. I sat cross-legged at the front of the deck, watching those walls slowly grow larger as we approached. The walls stretched out a great distance, encircling the entire city. 

I breathed slowly and deeply as I sat there, getting into a semi-meditative state and preparing myself. As a ranger, I train to extend my senses, to maintain constant awareness of my surroundings. Out in the wild, it is often necessary for your survival. In a large city such as Ulrich, there is so much constant activity, so much movement, and a steady barrage of sounds and smells, it can be overwhelming for someone like me who is not used to it.

I remember when I first came to Ulrich with my lover, Baden, all those years ago. I grew up as a farm-girl in the western riverlands. Travelling into our local village was an occasion for me. So when Baden had taken me to see the capital for the first time, I was completely blown away. I didn't know that they built walls that high. The huge castle looming over the city had me awe-struck. There were so many people, and so much activity and noise. I was in a daze for most of the short visit. The constant barrage on my senses got to be too much for me and I begged Baden to get me out of there.

I had been back a few times since then, and I know what to expect. I need to be aware of what's going on around me; the city is not without its dangers. But I also need to block out a lot of the activity, there is just too much for me to process. It's tyring, but I can handle it, and I didn't plan on staying too long.

Now the city wall loomed over me. We were heading into the north-east river entrance. The city was split apart by the Urial River, sitting at its mouth in the Bay of Manara. The walls parted for the river and there were two round towers on either side. The babble of sound was emanating beyond the gap and the cluster of strange smells were also drifting out. Gods, I had forgotten how much Ulrich stank.

Soldiers watched from the battlements as we passed through into the city. I could see the huge rusty steel chain hanging loosely from each tower and laying in the water. It could be hauled up to stretch across the full length of the river and bar the river access if needed. 

I steadied my breathing as the boat made its way further in. I was now enclosed within the walls, among the buzzing hive of movement, noise and chaos. There were several other boats on the river, ranging in size from small two man ferries to the larger cargo boats like the one I was travelling on. I could see many, many people all along the river banks, going about their business. There were way too many people to observe. I found that a little unnerving.

The boat paddled along the river, taking me deeper into the city. It drifted under the large wooden bridge that stretched across the river. I watched the people and carts and wagons move over it. The boat found its way to the Western docks near the market district. Several other boats were moored at the wooden piers. Our boat found a vacant spot and smoothly settled into its place.

I stood up and took a deep breath. I was working to block out all the stimulus around me. It wasn't too bad, just uncomfortable for me. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

"Are you alright Miss Rohme?" came a voice behind me.

I turned to the bearded, middle-aged captain, "Yeah, I'm fine thanks Halden." I looked over at the towering castle to the north, "That's always an impressive sight."

"Aye, it's an impressive castle, shame about the useless little turd sitting the throne inside. I provided passage to Ulrich, as per our agreement. Is there anything else I can assist you with?"

"No. Thank you captain, it's been a pleasant trip." 

"It's been great having you lass, you stories are amazing. I heard plenty of tales of the demon attack ten years ago--can't believe I have an actual hero who fought them aboard my boat. I will be heading back up the river day after tomorrow, would you be looking for a trip north again then?"

"Possibly. I'll definitely seek you out if I am."

"You know where to find me. Good luck with your endeavours Miss Rohme."

"And you Captain."

I had my bow and quiver and light pack slung around my shoulders as I leapt onto the pier. A few burly dock workers were walking up, looking to unload the boats' cargo, which mainly consisted of drop bear pelts from the north.

One of the big, dark-skinned labourers stared at my full shapely breasts as he got near, with a slight smile on his rough face. I stepped past him and made my way off the pier. I stopped and got my bearings. I was at the western docks and the warehouse district. I just needed to follow along the river toward the castle and I'd come to the main road and the bridge that leads to Eastern Ulrich.

"Hello there, lovely lady." Dammit, someone had approached me without my knowledge. I hate this city. I quickly turned to the person who had spoken, a young man with scruffy long blonde hair. He was fairly short and thin, wearing a simple blue tunic with stained white sleeves and brown pants. "First time in the big city? You need someone to show you around?"

"No and no." I replied. I watched as two more young men approached. Both were bigger and stockier than the blonde man. One had closely cropped dark hair and a wide jaw, the other had scruffy medium length auburn hair and a short beard. I observed that each had daggers tucked away into their waistbands. I looked the three of them over, sizing them up. Just a gang of petty street thugs.

The blonde guy looked me over with his shifty blue-grey eyes, "Aint no one who knows this city better than me. The name's Sticky Gabbel. These are my good friends Wilks and Brunad. What's your name pretty lady?"

"Rohme."

"And what brings you to this fine city Rohme?"

"That's my business."

Sticky gave me a sly smile, "Sure it is. I was just bein' friendly. I can help you out with whatever you need to do. I can tell you which innkeepers water down their grog less, which craftsmen don't overcharge quite as much, which parts of the city a pretty girl might want to avoid. Or if yer looking for a good time, we'd love to help you with that."

I eyed him warily, "You seem like such a helpful fellow, but I told you--I've been here before and I know where I want to go. I appreciate the offer sir..."

"Hey nice bow!" said the dark haired thug, reaching out for it. 

I quickly swatted his hand away. "Look, but don't touch!"

He gave me a sleazy smile, "Sorry, you look like the kind of girl that would go for some touching."

"Be polite Wilks," said Sticky. Then he looked my bow over, "That is a real nice bow. Elven? Worth a fair amount of coin by the look of it."

"It is. It also makes me a fair amount of coin...killing things."

Sticky smiled, "Yeah? What kind of things?"

"I'm not too particular." I said, staring him coldly in the eyes. Were they seriously targeting me? It's not too hard to believe I guess--a woman travelling alone, looking a little out of place. But I was way out of their league. It looked like this small-time crim was too overconfident or stupid to see that.

Sticky paused for a moment and then laughed, "Haha, I like you Rohme, come and hang out with us, we'll have us a good ol' time."

I looked the three men over again. Go with them for a good time, right! I could put them in their place, but a polite brush-off seemed the best option, "I don't think so. I have better things to do, but it was a pleasure meeting you Sticky Gabbel."

"I'll come with you," said Sticky. "Whatever it is you need to do, I bet I could be of great help."

"No," I said firmly. "I'm sure there are others who need your friendly service more than me. Good day gentlemen." I sidestepped past Wilks and walked away from them, down the street.

"Yeah, okay then. You take care, lovely lady." I heard Sticky call behind me. He said something to the others, but I didn't catch what it was over all the other noises around me.

I walked on down the cobbled street past other pedestrians and exhaled sharply. Lowlifes. I didn't need jerks like that bothering me. Part of me wanted to go with them and teach them a lesson, but I didn't need that kind of trouble right now. But then, the thought of them leading me down a dark alley and taking turns ravishing me also gave me a pang of excitement, my pussy throbbed in my leather pants. Damn it, there goes my dirty mind again. Perhaps I would seek out a comely city man and get laid while I was here.

There was plenty of activity going on around me. I passed a cart parked outside a tavern--The Golden Hurricane, where men were unloading barrels. A couple of small children were playing in dirty puddles. Small groups of men and women were gathered and conversing. Half a dozen soldiers marched past.

I found the main road without any trouble. I could see the large Western gate in the distance, guarded by the Kings soldiers. I walked over the bridge that I had passed under in the boat not long ago, and crossed over to the eastern side of the river. To the south of me, along the riverbank, was the artisans' district. I could hear the clanging of hammers on metal from the blacksmiths among the barrage of noise.

My boots were getting worn, I needed to see a cobbler and get them resoled while I was there. I also needed to see a fletcher to replace my broken and lost arrows. But right then I was still following the main road east. I saw the large cathedral loom up ahead, just off the main road. My destination was close.

It was a two storey building facing an open plaza opposite the large Felorian temple. The well-crafted hanging wooden sign displayed a quill and parchment and the word "Bookmaker." There was a large advertisement sheet hanging outside the door showing all the scripts the scribe had mastered. I walked past it and entered the shop.

A small copper bell attached to the door chimed as I entered the room and walked up to the sturdy wooden desk. Soon a man appeared from out the back and approached the desk, he was in his middle years, quite pudgy with a dark beard flecked with grey. He was wearing comfortable looking blue and grey robes.

He regarded me and a look of recognition came over his face. "Ah, Good morning Miss Walker. Welcome back. I had been expecting you. Have you been in the city long?"

"Good Morning Master Herneis. No, I just got here."

"Indeed, so you are keen to see your book I take it?"

"Yes please."

The man went into the rear of the shop and soon returned with a brown, leather-bound book and placed it onto the desk in front of me. I picked it up and felt a pang of excitement as I read the title, "The Heroes of Acton." This was it, my own book. I was finally holding it in my hands. I didn't want to think about what I had to go through to get it.

I opened the cover and started turning through the pages. "I'm rather proud of that one," said Herneis. "...Despite the rather basic script you chose, I think it turned out quite well. We have started duplicating it, as you instructed in your letter and there are many shops keen to sell it. Adventure stories are proving to be quite popular at the moment."

I looked at the illustrated map which pointed out the locations of the events in the book, it seemed quite accurate. I flipped further into the book and stopped at a page which was filled with a rather complex illustration. "Sierra was much more beautiful than that! ...and Strafe was bigger." I looked at the strange-looking woman holding a bow taut in front of her, "Ugh! Is that supposed to be me?"

"I will pass your compliments on the illustrations along to Master Nathaniel. So, do you still wish to put all the profits back into duplicating and distributing more copies?"

"Yes, I want as many copies made as possible. I want to get this story out there."

"Then we shall keep producing the book for as long as we are able to sell it, taking our agreed upon cut, of course. I have submitted the manuscript to the crown and we are awaiting approval for distribution, but we should have the book in shops around the city next week."

I was beaming, "Thank you, that's great news."

"Thank you for your patronage Ms Walker. You can keep that one for yourself."

"Great." I would give the book to Duane when I saw him again, I had promised him a copy. I wrapped the book in cloth and was putting it away in my pack when I heard the bell on the door chime again. I turned to see several city guards enter the shop. The stern look on their face as they looked me over made me tense up.

The commander stood in front of me, "Are you Rohme Walker?"

"Yes...who are you?"

"You're under arrest. Come with us."

"What? What for?" I immediately thought of Duane. I was the one responsible for him breaking exile. But how could they have known that?

"What's going on here?" asked Herneis.

"You're coming with us too scribe." 

"What is this about?" I asked again.

"You can ask the King."

They took my weapons and magic items and marched me and the scribe through the street. I crossed the river again with my escort of six City guards as we moved toward the looming castle. All the while I was wondering what the hell was going on. 

We were taken through the cleaner, more affluent area in the North of the city, where the nobles and successful merchants resided. Then we were taken through the barbican and into the castle grounds. I looked up at the huge keep towering overhead. It wasn't the first time I had been here. I remember looking up at the keep like this around ten years ago. I had Sierra, Strafe and Cordelia by my side then, and I didn't have this feeling of dread deep within me.

We entered the keep through the huge elaborately decorated doors and were walking down the grand hall, which was lined with guards standing straight and looking very bored. The spacious audience chamber beyond was filled with many people... At the far end of the chamber was the King sitting on his intricate throne. 

He hadn't changed much from when I saw him ten years ago; a short, thin, man in his fifth decade, with long dark hair and a neatly trimmed dark beard. A thin weasely face with shifty brown eyes. He wore a coat of blue silk and sleeveless surcoat and mantle of scarlet satin, shoes that looked like high slippers and plenty of jewellery of gold and silver and different coloured gems, topped off with his extravagant gold crown adorned with jewels.

He was flanked by a couple of large knights in their shiny polished armour. There was also a wizard nearby, sitting in a comfortable chair, he was wearing dark blue mage robes and had long white hair, though he did not appear very old. I noticed the pointed ears, he was an elf, the first one I had seen in this city.

There was a man who looked like a merchant was standing in front of him talking, and the King appeared to be bored and taking no notice of him. His eyes flittered around the room and rested on me and he appeared to perk up. He spoke over the merchant, "Hello, who do we have here then? Come forward."

The guard nudged me forward and I approached the King. The guard next to me spoke up in a loud, clear voice, "Your Majesty, may I present Miss Rohme Walker, formerly of the rangers' guild." Then he turned to me, "You stand before King Farquad the second, ruler of the Kingdom of Acton."

I remembered my courtesies and got down on one knee, bowing my head before my King. I heard him say, "Rise." I stood again, looking at him as his eyes roamed over me. He seemed to have a sour look on his face, "Rohme, is it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have had the honour of meeting you before; ten years ago."

"Yes, yes, you were with Sierra the Sorceress. Your little group resolved that ugly demon business. I am sorry to hear about your companions, the kingdom is in need of brave heroes like them now."

"Thank you, your grace."

He sneered as he looked down at me, "You have written a book about them."

Was that a question? "I have had a book written about them, your grace."

There was a tone of anger in his voice now, "A book full of lies and treason, written by a washed-up adventurer in order to glorify herself. And you aim to distribute this rubbish around my kingdom?!"

I was shocked, "No. It's a truthful account of what happened. I had it written to honour my fallen comrades and to let the people of this kingdom know of the sacrifice they had made for them."

"Truthful account, Peh! The truth is that your party went seeking more riches and glory, got in over their heads and wound up dead, like so many adventurers do. The rubbish you spouted about the demonic cult and their artefact of power, their ritual to give them the power to create an undead army and take over the kingdom is all fantasy. Yet you paint it as the truth, and aim to make me look incompetent and feeble."

Shit, this wasn't good, I wished Sierra was there, she would know what to say to him. "It wasn't my aim to make you look bad, your grace. Have you even read the book?"

"I don't have time to read books. I have them read for me. I am told that in this book, I refused to do anything about this alleged threat to the kingdom. How did you think that would make me look?"

"Sierra did come to warn you of the threat and you refused to listen to her."

"Because it wasn't true. If a group was gathering that much power in my kingdom, I would have known about it. It was just a bunch of religious zealots getting together for their kooky rituals. It happens all the time. Lady Sierra completely exaggerated the situation and went off hastily, that's what got your comrades killed."

I gritted my teeth and did my best to hold off my anger, "The threat was real, I saw those unholy creatures with my own eyes. They were strong and fast and very hard to kill. They could turn their enemies into loyal servants with a bite. My party sacrificed themselves to put an end to this threat before they could spread across the land. They deserve to be honoured." 




Orc Bait 03



Anger flashed in King Farquads' eyes as well, "Enough! We will have no more of your lies. These are dark times, the war against the Idossi to the East is not going well. My treasury is being eroded by this orc bounty and yet the green bastards are still invading my land and terrorising my people. The citizens need to have confidence in their King, now more than ever. I don't need a has-been adventurer trying to plant seeds of perfidiousness and doubt in their ruler in order to stroke her own ego." He looked over at Herneis, who was standing back with the guards, "What do you have to say for yourself scribe?"

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was just doing as I was commissioned to do. I thought it was just an adventure story, it didn't occur to me that it might be considered in such a way."

"As a work of treason? We shall have all copies of the book destroyed, and I will have the stationers' guild see to your punishment. Do not let this happen again scribe."

"Yes, Your Majesty, of course, Your Majesty."

He looked back at me with his shifty brown eyes. I was seething, and I was trying to think-- what would Sierra say? "I'm sorry if the book didn't paint you in a positive light, your grace. That was not my intention. I never meant you harm or ill-will." Not entirely true, it was his refusal to listen that got my friends killed, and now he refused to even acknowledge the sacrifice they made.

He just looked down at me with contempt, "It is your actions that you are accountable for, not your intentions. I will take your past heroics into account, but you need to be punished for your treason." 

He sat back down on the throne and stroked his beard, "For your attempts to make me look like a fool, I think a little public humiliation is fitting. Take her to the pillory in the market square. We'll see what the people of this city think of one who tries to spread lies about their beloved King."

"How long is she to stay there, your grace?" asked the guard next to me.

"Until I say she can go. Now get her out of here, we've wasted too much time on this matter already."

Sent to the pillory? Shit! My head was spinning as I was taken out of the audience chamber. I knew our King was an Asshole, but I didn't see this coming. I had my fleeting moment of joy as I held my book in my hands, now things had turned to shit. Would Sierra have been able to talk her way out of it? I didn't matter now. I was furious.

I was being marched through the streets again, toward the market square. I had seen pillories and stocks in just about all town centres, sometimes with people in them. I usually paid them no mind.

I knew the pillory could be either a mild punishment or a severe one, depending on a number of factors; the elements, the public, how much the detainee was tended to. But the most important factor was time. A few hours in the pillory is nothing, but a particularly cruel lord can leave a man in there for days or weeks until he perishes. The King didn't specify how long I would be in there, and that had me worried. Just how mad was the King with me for inadvertently hurting his ego?

The markets were in a large open area in the West of the city. Market stalls were lined up in ordered rows, where merchants were selling a variety of goods. Several shops lined perimeter of the square. Many people were going about their business, mostly humans of various races. I could also see a few dwarven merchants selling their wares.

I was marched through the markets and saw the pillory ahead on a square wooden platform that raised around a foot off the ground. It was actually two pillories side by side, three sturdy wooden posts with the strong wooden boards between them, a large hole in center and two smaller holes on either side.

We stopped at the platform and one of the guards began unlocking the boards. I was drawing plenty of curious glances from the people around us. The pillory wasn't central in the market square, it was around the back, in front of a tanner shop. It was still in a public area though. The guard got it open and lifted up the thick board. "Come on, get up here." 

I was pushed forward, up onto the platform. My heart was beating faster and a feeling of dread had settled into the pit of my stomach. I had been in bondage before--when I was captured and gangraped by orcs, and again in Aerowyns' bed, and lying in a summoning circle waiting to be raped by a tentacle demon. Being left helpless and vulnerable always carried the risk of ending very badly. 

The holes for my head and hands were in front of me, around the height of my breasts. "Go on, get in it." ordered the guard.

"Uh, how long am I going to be here?" I asked hesitantly.

"For as long as the King says. Now get in there."

There was really no way out of it, and I was scared. I reluctantly stepped forward and put my head and hands into the grooves of the lower board. The guard dropped the top board down over my neck and locked it into place. I was hunched over so that my back was arched and my ass stuck out behind me. It was an uncomfortable position; designed to be that way.

I looked forward and there were many sets of eyes staring at me. Several people gathered around to watch. The guard who locked me in place stuck a piece of parchment on the board over my head and then spoke out to the crowd in a loud, clear voice, "The condemned; Rohme Walker, has been sentenced to the pillory by our lord; King Farquad the second, for the crime of libellous treason. Spreading lies about the King."

The crowd stood silent, just watching. Then the group of city guards turned and marched off again, back toward the castle.

Several people moved closer as I stood there hunched over with my head and hands locked in the wooden boards. "Fresh pillory meat," said a dirty-looking young man, smiling. "She's not bad lookin'."

A plump, older lady in a brown dress and felt hat looked into my eyes, "Spreading lies about the King, eh? What did you say...that he's tall and handsome?"

Another man chuckled next to her, "Or maybe you said he's a competent ruler, that he's capable of wiping his own ass."

"I just didn't tell his version of the truth." I said.

"That stupid little Royal Twat!" said the woman.

"Careful." said an old man nearby.

She just smiled at him and turned and spoke up, "Leave this one alone, she's all right." She turned back to me, "Rohme is it?" 

"Yes, and you are...?"

"Joan Fretta." She reached forward and took hold of my hand. "I have a fruit stall just over there, you let me know if you need anything dear."

"Thank you Joan, I appreciate that."

"Stay strong dear, you'll be all right." Then she walked back over to her stall. The people around me soon lost interest and walked away too. Well at least I wasn't going to get pelted.

I pushed against the pillory, it was sturdy, and the top board was fastened securely. My hands were unable to slip back through the holes. It was certainly an uncomfortable position, hunched over like that, and I knew the longer I stayed there--the more uncomfortable it would get. 

I had spent four days trapped in a small dark space under a huge pile of rubble. I had been captured and abused by a horde of savage orcs. I had been ravaged and defiled by a monstrous tentacle demon summoned from the depths of hell. Discomfort I could handle. It was the overwhelming feeling of uncertainty and the vulnerability that I couldn't stand.

I could turn my head and see either side of me, but I hated that I couldn't see behind me. In front of me were several market stalls selling various produce. I could just see the castle looming over the buildings to my left. Some distance ahead of me was a fairly busy road that ran parallel to the river and met up with the bridge road.

It was around midday. The sun was beating down on me, but the gentle breeze coming in from the bay meant I didn't get too hot. My nose itched, and it was driving me mad that I couldn't scratch it. 

The marketplace was quite busy as people came in for lunch. It seemed that everyone was interested in me, and I found it difficult getting used to all the staring. Some people would stand in front of me and read the parchment and make comments, but nobody was hostile toward me. Mostly they were just curious, and I was picking up a lot of negative sentiment toward the King.

I was watching the people as much as they were watching me. I noticed a stocky young dark-haired man walking past the stalls and I recognised his face; one of the thugs that approached me at the docks, the one called Wilks. He looked over and I could tell he recognised me as well. "Hey Sticky, look over here!" I heard him call out. Oh shit!

The short thin blonde thug soon appeared before me. He had a wide grin on his face as he looked me over. "Hey, it's bow girl...Rohme, right? Row-me down the river. This is your better things to do, eh? Been gettin' into a bit of trouble. What did you do?"

I just looked at him coldly.

"Don't worry, I can read." He stepped forward and examined the parchment over my head. "Sss...sp..spree...spread...spreading...lllllll...li...legs?"

Wilks laughed next to him, "Ha, who ya been spreading your legs for that got you in trouble?"

"It's lies." I said angrily.

"Nah, it's written right there," said Sticky.

"It says spreading lies about the King, you knob!"

"Ha, right. You been goin' and upsettin' little King Fuckwit. That aint too bright now, is it?"

"Maybe she wanted to be put in the pillory," said Wilks. "She's a kinky little bitch who's into that sort of thing."

Sticky laughed, "Yeah, probably." He reached forward and stroked my cheek, "So, you wanna hang out with us now baby? We can still have plenty of fun."

"Don't touch me, Asshole!" 

"Come on baby, touching can be fun." He smiled as he got closer and reached under the boards and got a firm hold of my breasts with both hands. "Hoo yeah, nice big tits!" Wilks had moved around behind me and I could feel his hands roughly grab my ass through my leather pants. I could do nothing but protest as they groped me.

Suddenly a piece of fruit was hurled into Stickys' back and the juice splattered everywhere, "Aaaah hey!" cried out the thug, turning around.

"Leave her alone Sticky Gabbel, you depraved scum-bag," called out Joan.

Sticky scowled at her, "You'll pay for that, you dried-up old hag! Yer just jealous no one would wanna touch you." He got hold of my tits again and continued to lewdly grope them.

"I'm going to get the guard," said the old woman, striding off.

"Stupid fat bitch!" said Wilks as he rubbed his hand up between my legs and over my crotch. His touch sent tingling pulses through me. I tried to kick my legs back but only hit the air. His hands then moved around in front of my pants and started fumbling at the laces. Sticky began roughly squeezing my tits, and it hurt. I grit my teeth in anger as he laughed at me.

People were gathering around and watching the two men molesting me. No one was moving to stop them. I felt Wilks undoing the front of my pants, he dug his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down, along with my panties. "No, you Prick!" I called out as my bare ass was exposed. He left my pants down just below my ass and laughed as he gave it a few hard slaps. He then went back to groping the fleshy cheeks.

"Hey, you there! Stop that!" I heard someone call out. 

"Ah, shit, it's a red," said Wilks. 

Sticky quickly stepped back and stroked my cheek, "Damn it! We'll see you around Bitch!" 

The two men ran off as the city guard appeared. "You get back here Sticky, there's another pillory right here for you."

Some of the men had moved around behind me to get a view of my naked butt. "Hehe, that's a cute brown ass!" I heard one of them comment. My face was hot and my heart was thumping. It wasn't just anger, my pussy tingled and pulsed and was quite wet. My body had responded to the unwanted attention and was highly aroused. That just made me more embarrassed. 

"Get out of here, all of you!" called the guard as he approached me. He got behind me and pulled my pants back up again. "Are you all right?" he asked as he was doing up the laces.

"...yeah." I tried to steady my breathing. My wet pussy still tingled and demanded attention. There were men all around me, looking at me with lust filled eyes. I unwillingly imagined them as big strong naked orcs, with their fat green cocks jutting out in front of them. I tried to shake the dirty thoughts from my mind and regain control of myself. 

"That Sticky is a real trouble-maker. I'll make sure he and his lackey will pay for this when I get hold of him." He stepped around in front of me. He was wearing the silver armour and red cape of the city guard, and had a longsword at his hip.

He was a tall man in his fifth decade, with short dark hair under his helmet, brown eyes and a thin dark moustache. He was quite attractive, I could imagine him mounting me and... no, I needed to control myself. 

The crowd of people gathered around me soon dispersed. The city guard seemed to watch me with curiosity and read the parchment over my head, "Spreading lies about the King. Looks like you've been upsetting the wrong people."

"So it would seem." I replied.

"What's your name?"

"Rohme. What's yours?"

"Private Ludwich. How long have they put you in there for?"

"I have no idea. Do you get people in the pillory very often?"

"It's not uncommon. I sometimes put petty thieves, vandals, drunks and the like in there for the day. The King sentences people there now and then, usually those caught speaking out against him, or those he suspects of conspiracy."

"How long do they have to stay here?"

"It Varies, usually no more than a few days."

"A few days?! Shit!"

"Do you have anyone to look after you?"

"No."

"I'll keep an eye out for you. It's my duty to protect the people of this city, even those sentenced to the pillory."

"But what about night time? People don't get left in the pillory overnight do they? I'll be taken to a cell or something?"

He looked down at me grimly, "There are guards patrolling the city at night." 

"But they won't be watching over me all the time. I'll be fair game, you saw what those guys were doing to me. I can't be left out here like this."

"You were sent to the pillory as punishment." 

"And that punishment involves being raped?!"

"The King knows what it involves. "

"I thought you said it was your duty to protect the people of this city."

"Yes, but I get off duty before sunset, then I have a wife to take care of."

"Listen, I have money stored away that I collected from orc bounties. I'll give you one thousand gold if you stay and guard me through the night."

He looked at me sceptically, "Right, next you will be offering more gold to help you escape, then you would slit my throat because you don't have it. I prefer not to listen to the promises of those in desperate situations."

"I won't ask you to free me, and I will get you the money. I swear it, on my honour as a ranger."

"You're a ranger?"

"I used to be."

"Hmph, I'll make sure nothing happens to you while I'm on duty Miss Rohme." Then he turned and walked away.

Joan Fretta walked up to me, "Are you okay dear?"

"Yeah, thank you for your help Joan."

She held a copper cup up to my lips and I drank the water down, "That Good-for-nothin' Sticky Gabbel. Never done an honest days work in his life. Always looking for an opportunity to take from others. The sooner they lock him away in a dark cell the better, I say."

"Under normal circumstances I would be able to handle that kind of scum no problem."

"What were you talking to ol' Ardy about?"

"Ardy?"

"Private Ludwich."

"Oh, that I may be left in here for the night. I need protection. He refused."

A look of concern crossed her face, "Oh, I see. Apple?" She took the cup away and held the red apple to my face. I took a bite, the fruit was crisp and fresh and tasted good, yet I hated the humiliation of having to be fed like an animal. "You're right dear, you do need someone to watch your ass. I'd do it myself, but I'm not likely to be much of a deterrent. I'll talk to Ardy. I know his mother and I have known him since he was a little boy. He's a good man, he'll come around, don't worry."

I swallowed down my mouthful of apple, "Thank you Joan. Do you have a husband? Children?"

"My husband was killed fifteen years ago. I have three sons, all of them off fighting in the Kings' stupid war. My market stall keeps me busy enough to not be worryin' all the time."

"Well I'm lucky that you're here to watch over me."

She smiled down at me as I took another bite of the apple, "You're a good person Rohme, I can tell. Good people are rare treasures in this world."

I finished off the apple and drank down the water Joan offered, and I got her to scratch my nose, which offered some relief. She went back to her stall nearby and I was left standing there alone again with my head and hands stuck between the two boards.

I observed the activity in the marketplace as the hours crawled by. I was still attracting stares and comments from people as they went past. "Lies about the King? Did you say he was tall and handsome?" was getting to be quite a common joke. 

I was shifting my weight on my feet and stretching out my legs regularly, but I could still feel the muscles gradually tightening and becoming more sore. My back was hurting and gettin worse, I yearned to be able to stand up straight again. The hunched over position was horrible, and made worse by my large breasts that hung underneath me. I could walk all day, for days on end, but standing still in this awkward position was getting to me. How can people be kept like this for days?

I was facing east toward the river, so the sun was behind me. I noticed the shadows change as the sun slowly drifted down toward the horizon. I remembered what Sierra told me, that the sun wasn't moving at all, our world was moving in relation the sun. Devout Felorans would call such ideas blasphemy, but I believed her. She knew so much about everything.

Night time was when our part of the world turned away from the great ball of fire and we sat in its shadow. I was anxious about what night time would bring.

I watched Private Ludwich come back around, patrolling the market square. He was stopping and talking briefly with various people. I watched and hoped as he stopped and talked with Joan. If she didn't talk him round I didn't know what I could do. 

I didn't have any friends in this city, besides Joan. My party had saved this city, and the entire Kingdom, yet no one seemed to care. I thought my book could be a means to change that, but it turned out all my efforts were for nothing, and only got me into deep trouble. As a stood there in bondage I pondered that if I had the opportunity to save the Kingdom again, would I bother? 

The city guard soon approached me again, and I was hopeful. He stood in front of me and held up the copper cup, "From Joan." he said as he put it to my lips and I drank the water down. When I stopped drinking, I looked up at him expectantly, "Your money is good? The thousand gold?" he asked.

"Yes."

"If the King lets you go."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"That doesn't matter. When I make my report at the end of my shift, I will say that the public have been giving you a hard time. Perhaps the King will be satisfied with that and you'll be taken out. But I wouldn't count on it. So I will return at sunset and guard you for the night." He let out a loud sigh, "My wife won't like it, but if there's a payment of gold involved, that will help smooth things over. Is this acceptable?"

"Yes, acceptable, thank you sir." He reached forward and got hold of my right hand in an impromptu handshake. 




Orc Bait 03



"I will be back here at sunset then." He walked away and gave the cup back to Joan. The plump woman smiled at me and I smiled back. That was a weight off my mind. I still hoped I wouldn't be stuck there all night, but at least I would have some protection. A city guard would be enough to deter anyone thinking of taking advantage of me.

The sun sunk below the high city walls behind me and left me in its shadow. The activity in the market square was winding down and the merchants were packing up their wares for the day. Joan had some young boys helping her pack her crates away. She came over and shared some bread and water with me, and we talked briefly. 

"Well, I hope you're not here when I return in the morning Rohme. But if you are here all night, at least you will have Ardy watching over you. He can be decent company, just don't get him talking about his wife."

"Thank you for everything Joan. I'll repay your kindness some time."

"That's not necessary, just stay safe dear. Do you want me to stay with you until Ardy shows up?"

"No, that's okay. You should get home." She tenderly brushed her fingers through my hair before walking off, leaving me alone. The marketplace was slowly clearing out as the shadows grew very long around me. Dusk was getting close. If I hadn't been arrested I may have been in a tavern, enjoying some wine and checking out some of the more attractive city men and women. 

I watched for Private Ludwich. I also hoped that I would see a group of city guardsmen marching through the square to come and release me, or even take me to a cell. My legs and feet hurt and my back ached, and that was just half a day in the pillory, at that point a small dank cell would be a luxury.

I watched as the sky grew darker. The sun was setting. The marketplace looked quite different, empty and bathed in twilight. People were still walking down the road some distance in front of me. I saw the lamplighter make his way along the street, using the wick on his long pole to light the tall oil lamps. There were no lamps in the market square, I would be left in darkness. 

I wondered if Ludwich would bring some source of light with him. He had to come soon. Anxious feelings of doubt entered my mind. He had to show up, he shook my hand, we had an agreement.

Twilight gave way to darkness. I saw the first few stars appear in the sky above me. Ludwich was late, damn him. He had to know how anxious I would be waiting for him. I hated being so reliant on someone I had just met. I had been completely self reliant since my party died. I continued to watch for the guard, he was going to show up any moment.

I had the uneasy feeling I was being watched. I intensely studied the shadows around me but couldn't see anything. Once again, I cursed that I couldn't see behind me. The blanket of noise from the city also made it very difficult to hear anyone approach. 

Suddenly there was movement in my peripheral vision and I jumped. It was a dog. The animal walked past the platform. I could only make out its silhouette from the faint light spilling in from the lamps in the street. It looked up, regarding me for a moment and then walked on, sniffing around the market square for food scraps.

Then the boards behind me creaked as someone stepped onto the platform. 

"Who's there?" I called out.

There were more steps as the person got behind me. I felt a hand on my ass. 

"Don't!"

I heard some chuckling as he leaned forward, reaching around and getting hold of my breasts with both hands.

"Listen Asshole! There's a city guard on his way here now. He'll be here any moment. if you try anything, he'll catch you in the act."

"Yeah right," scoffed the stranger in a gravelly voice as he fondled my breasts through my leathers.

"I mean it. The guards will catch you." He removed his hands from my breasts and I thought I might have spooked him, but then the hands were around the front of my pants, undoing the laces. I started yelling, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Then I could feel cold steel being pressed into the skin above my pants and the stranger growled at me, "Yeah, that's a blade. Be quiet Bitch, or I'll cut you up. No ones' coming to help you."

I stopped yelling and he took the blade away and continued undoing my pants. "There is a guard coming," I said firmly.

"Let him come then." He yanked down my pants until they were down around my ankles and my panties soon followed. My bare ass was exposed again, and being lewdly groped by rough hands. My pulse quickened and my body was responding by quickly becoming aroused. It didn't take much these days.

His fingers slid down under the cleft of my ass and poked into my netherlips. They pushed through and slid up inside me. I let out a soft moan as my pussy tingled and throbbed around the digits. 

"Ha, you're nice and wet for me. You really want it, don't you?" He thrust his fingers back and forth inside me. My body shuddered and I gasped and moaned. My cunt got wetter and my juices spattered out as he fingered me. The lust I had been fighting to keep under control was taking over. Dirty thoughts filled my mind. I needed cock, I needed to be fucked.

His fingers pulled out of my soaking wet pussy and he wiped them on my tunic. Soon I felt another blunt object pressing into me and I felt a pang of excitement. The cock split my lips apart and pushed its way through. I let out a pleasurable moan as my excited pussy embraced the rigid member. It felt good, like my itchy nose being scratched, but much better.

He got a firm hold of my ass and started fucking me with quick stabbing thrusts. I moaned and gasped as I was continually bucked up against the pillory boards. I guessed it was a pretty average sized cock. It felt good rubbing along my slippery hugging cunt. More of my juices spilled out as he banged me.

This stranger had his cock deep inside me and I didn't even know what he looked like. I imagined Kurok, the big strong orc leader. He had me spread my legs for him by the fire, then he mounted me, forcing his big organ deep into my pussy and pounding me hard. He wanted to breed me, and growled loudly as he dumped a big load of cum inside me.

The stranger squeezed my ass firmly and kept up a relentless pace as he continually thrust into me. He was obviously trying to reach his peak quickly. Soon I heard him groan and gasp as he pushed his cock even deeper. I gasped as I felt the warm wet fluid spill out inside me. He let out a blissful moan as he gave a few more slow thrusts and then pulled out. 

He wiped his wet cock over my butt and I felt the cool fluids on my skin. I was still breathing heavily, my face felt hot. My pussy was soaking wet, and now it felt empty, it wanted more. There was some shuffling behind me and then the man got a firm hold of my leg.

"What are you doing?" 

He didn't say anything as I felt him pulling at my boot. "No! Don't take them. They're womens' hiking boots, what the hell do you want with them?"

"Coin." I heard him reply. I was supporting my weight with my left leg and couldn't even kick at him as he pulled my boot off. He got hold of my other leg and pulled off the other one. "Thanks bitch," he said as he stepped off the platform behind me.

"Hey! pull my pants up at least, you Prick!" But he was gone, disappearing as quickly as he appeared. I was left there barefooted, with my pants down and with a load of cum up my vagina. Oh shit. I could get pregnant, I was usually so careful, even when my libido was raging. Would being impregnated by a man I couldn't even see be part of my punishment? It was so unfair.

And my boots. Their soles were worn, but they were good boots; High quality, custom made for me in Disternia. I could walk in them for days without getting blisters. I could feel the splintery wood underneath my feet. 

It was that Asshole Ludwichs' fault, where the fuck was he? Was he still going to show up? I felt vulnerable with my pants down. It would likely happen again if he didn't show up soon. I felt both scared and excited about that. 

I could do nothing but stand there in the darkness and wait. The wet skin around my crotch was cool in the night air. It was scary the way my body reacted to the rape. A little stimulation and I turned into a bitch in heat. 

It was that witch Aerowyns' doing, I was sure of it, even though the sexy little bitch denied it. I remembered her lying naked on the bed, her lithe slender body, her creamy pale skin, her flowing bright red hair. Her tight shaven pussy that tasted so good. I fucked her brains out and loved every minute. Ugh, my pussy was tingling again and begging to be plugged.

It wasn't too long before I saw three men enter the dark market square from the road. They were heading right for me and not bothering to sneak up behind me like my previous visitor. I couldn't see their features in the darkness, but there was a short thin man flanked by two larger men and I knew who it was.

"Fantastic, you're still here!" said Sticky Gabbel. 

"Hehe, party time!" laughed Wilks.

"There's a guard watching over me." I told them firmly.

"Oh really, where is he then?"

"He'll be here any moment." It didn't work with the other man, and I wasn't too confident it would scare these jerks off. 

"Nah," said Sticky. "Looks like you were left here in the dark all alone. Don't worry, we'll keep you company."

"How would you like to make a thousand gold?"

"Gold eh? where is it?"

"If you guard me tonight, I'll pay you when I get out. I swear it."

He stepped forward and stroked his hand through my hair, "Yeah right! Wisdom of the streets Bow-girl; gold is King, promises of gold is a shit-covered beggar. Now how about a kiss?" He stooped over and pressed his lips into mine. I kept my mouth shut as his wet tongue rubbed over my lips. He pulled back and stroked his hand over my face.

The other two had moved behind me. They had some kind of light source, I could see the dim yellow light spilling out in front of me and casting long shadows. "I can see her cunt!" said Wilks excitedly. "Someone's already had a go at her."

"Did you have fun?" asked Sticky. He moved around behind me to have a look. I felt a hand on my backside and then another hand slipped under my ass and two fingers pushed into my pussy. My body shuddered in response and I let out a moan. 

"Yeah, that's a nice piece of twat," said Wilks. "It's gunna feel real nice around my dick." 

"Someone pinched her boots," said the other thug; Brunad.

"She's still got her armour though. That's good quality studded leather, isn't it Rohme?"

"Don't you dare. I'll hunt you down Sticky Gabbel." I growled. Wilks rapidly thrust his fingers into me and I let out a loud moan.

Sticky laughed, "If we don't take it, someone else will. Just a shame the reds got yer fancy bow." He started pulling my pants out from my ankles. More hands were on my leather jerkin working to unstrap it. I growled and protested as they stripped me of my armour. Wilks continued to finger me and my pussy tingled and got dripping wet again. He slipped his fingers out and clumsily rubbed them around my folds, looking for my clit. 

I gasped and moaned as Sticky stepped around in front of me again. He held my pants in one hand and had my panties up to his face, sniffing them. "Mmm, that's a nice scent, gives me a raging boner." He laughed as he stretched the underwear over my head so that the soft material was sitting taught over my face and my vision was obscured. The crotch area was sitting over my nose and I could smell my strong musty scent of sweat and pussy juices. Sticky laughed at me again, "Hahaha, suits you." My face was hot behind my panties and I grit my teeth. That Asshole was having fun humiliating me, and there was nothing I could do.

I heard him step off the platform in front of me. Brunad had my jerkin open and was pulling it off. My large breasts hung underneath, and I felt the cool night air on my skin as I was stripped completely naked, well, except for my panties over my head. I could feel my nipples sticking out erect.

Wilks stopped rubbing my pussy and kicked my legs apart. He shuffled into position behind me and I felt his meaty cock rubbing over my wet slit. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. The thick member split my lips apart and pushed its way in deep. I moaned loudly as my tingling cunt was filled again. This cock felt thicker than the last one. 

He left his member wedged deep inside my body for a moment. I could feel his soft hairy balls pressing up against me. "Ah yeah! That pussy feels fuckin' great!" Hands were over my naked breasts, lustily kneading and groping them. Wilks got hold of my hips and pulled his cock back before thrusting it in deep again. He got into a steady rhythm, fucking me with strong deep thrusts that bucked me forward. 

I gasped and moaned into my panties as he fucked me. My body was responding to the stimulation with overpowering lust again. My pussy throbbed with intense pleasure and I just wanted to be fucked harder, deeper and faster. I felt like such a kurv. 

The big hands continued to grope at my tits. I felt a rough wet tongue rub over my skin. Brunad had gotten underneath me and had brought his head to my chest. His lips sealed around my left nipple and he sucked. It was a strange pleasurable sensation and only served to fire up my desires even more as I was banged from behind.

I heard a loud bang as something was dropped down in front of me. "You're loving it, aren't you Slut?" teased Sticky. "I bet you love sucking dick too." He pulled the panties away from my face. He was standing in front of me and I could see in the dim light that he was stroking his average-sized erection. I looked down and saw that he had placed a small wooden crate in front of me. He stepped up onto it and his crotch was right in front of my face.

"Perfect," said Sticky cheerfully. He got hold of his cock and rubbed it over my cheek. I took in the strong, masculine smell of his crotch. In my highly aroused state, the hard cock sticking in my face looked very tempting. When he moved his dick to my lips, I readily opened up and took it into my mouth. I sealed my lips around the meaty shaft and began sucking. 

"Ooh yeah, good girl. I was right, you do love that, don't you?" He slowly bobbed his member back and forth in my sucking mouth. My tongue rubbed around the head and I could taste his mild precum. I wished I had my hands free, I knew how to use them well when giving head, stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls.

I had one man fucking my face while another ploughed into my wet pussy and another man was underneath me groping and sucking my tits. I was losing myself to the carnal pleasure, and loving it.

Sticky moaned with pleasure as I sucked on his hard dick. He ran his fingers through my hair as he thrust into my face. Now and then his cockhead poked into the back of my throat, making me gag. He pulled out from my sucking mouth and let out a loud slurping sound, then he brought it forward and I took it in again.

I sucked for a while longer and he pulled out again. He stepped down off the crate and moved around behind me, "Give me a go at that pussy."

"Yeah, awright," said Wilks. He gave a few more fast thrusts and pulled out of me.

"Go and watch for reds Brunad."

"Why me?"

"Just fuckin' do it dickhead. You'll get a piece, the slut aint going anywhere."

He let out a growl and stopped sucking and groping my tits and moved out from beneath me. It was a brief pause in the action as I caught my breath. Then Sticky got behind and shoved his cock into me with one hard thrust. 

"Ah yesss, that's very wet." He reached forward and fondled my boobs as he started jerking his cock forward with short fast strokes. Brunad walked off toward the road and Wilks stepped around in front of the pillory. 

He put his finger on my lips, "Yer gunna give me a good suck too, aren't ya?" He got up on the crate and I could see his thick wet cock as it was shoved in my face. I opened my mouth and took it in. I could taste my own juices as I sucked him off.

Sticky stopped groping my tits and started ramming his cock into me harder. I could hear the wet slapping sound as he fucked me. It felt so good, I could feel the carnal pleasure tightening down inside me. I just wished that I could slip my hand down and rub my clit to help it along. Wilks thrust into my sucking mouth like Sticky did.

I then felt a wet finger pushing down the cleft of my butt. It prodded at my puckered opening and I shuddered. The finger continued to rub around my anus as the cock pumped my wet pussy. Then it pushed into me and my sphincter opened up, hugging the invading digit. Sticky wriggled his finger around in my tight ass and I moaned around the thick cock.

"Like that, eh slut? I'm gunna sample all your treasures. Hehehe." His cock slipped back out of my saturated pussy and he moved his finger around in my clenching hole before pulling it out.

"Yeah, go on Sticky, fuck her up the ass!" encouraged Wilks.

I felt the fat cockhead prodding at my netherhole and braced myself. I was no stranger to anal, I knew it was going to hurt. Sticky pushed his cock forward and my little pucker resisted the invasion. Slowly, the fat cockhead stretched my tight sphincter open and my mind registered the sharp pain. The tip suddenly sunk into my rectum and my hole was painfully stretched around the thick shaft. I squealed and gasped around Wilks' cock.

Sticky pushed it in deeper and I felt the shaft slide through my squeezing ring until the whole thing was wedged deep inside me. He grabbed my cheeks, spreading them apart and pulled his cock back again. I heard him let out an animalistic groan as he started giving deep hard thrusts into my clenching ass. I was making muffled moans as I sucked on Wilks' cock.

The cock felt like it had gotten much bigger now it was poking up my ass. My anus wasn't nearly as wet and slippery as my pussy and there was more friction as the member banged into me. The sensation was intense. Once again I bemoaned the fact I didn't have a hand free so that I could rub and finger my cunt while my tight ass was getting fucked.

I was being bucked up against the pillory boards and found it hard to focus on sucking the cock that was in my mouth. Above me, Wilks started panting and groaning louder. That was the only warning I got before my mouth was suddenly filled with cum. I opened my mouth and let it spill out as Wilks groaned and spurted more of it into me. 

He pulled his cock out and I spat the thick fluid out and it ran down my chin. Wilks looked down at me and laughed, "Aw, you spitting it out? I thought I'd feed you. Didn't want you going hungry while you were locked up there, hahaha."

Sticky was still slapping his cock into my ass, "She doesn't like the taste of you Wilks." 

"Maybe she'll like the taste of your dick after it's been up her ass."

"hehe, maybe she will." Wilks rubbed his wet cock over my face and then pressed it into my lips. I opened up and took it in again. The taste of cum wasn't so bad, but I didn't like the idea of doing ass to mouth. He withdrew his dick from my mouth and stepped down from the crate. I spat out some more cum, and felt the fluids dribbling down my chin.

Sticky continued to bang my tight hole. I relaxed my sphincter and stopped it from clenching. The sharp pain and friction had subsided somewhat. I could feel his cockhead prodding deep inside me. Wilks got beside me and casually groped at my tits. 

Soon Sticky started groaning and slowing his thrusts. His cock pulled all the way out, and my squeezing hole released it with a plop. He quickly moved around in front of me and got up on the crate. He grabbed his hard cock and pressed it into my lips. I kept my mouth closed.

"Come on Bitch, open up for me." 




Orc Bait 03



"I'll get her complyin'," said Wilks. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers and twisted it. I felt the sharp pain and squealed and Sticky pushed his dick into my mouth. I pressed my teeth down into his meaty rod to show my displeasure, without biting him hard.

"Don't be stupid, Slut!" said Sticky. "We can make you suffer." I knew I was at their mercy. I sealed my lips around the shaft and sucked. There was a slight bitter taste and I was grossed out. "Good girl."

I didn't suck him for very long before he was breathing heavily and groaning. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth like Wilks did, but he quickly pulled out and was jerking his cock furiously in front of me. He groaned loudly as ropes of warm cum spurted out onto my face. Some of the cum spurted between my eyes and ran down over my nose and lips. I screwed my face up and Sticky laughed at me.

"Ha, now you know why they call me Sticky, Bitch."

Brunad was walking up behind him, "I thought it was because of that time you were locked in the pillory and those guys come and--"

"Shut up!" snapped Sticky. "Did you see any reds?" he asked, stepping down from the crate.

"None. It's unusually quiet." He walked around behind me. "I'm gunna get some now. Did you guys ass-fuck her?"

"I did. She loved it. Didn't you Rohme?"

I didn't answer him. I could feel the cum running down my hot face. I wished that I was able to wipe it off. Brunad got up behind me and gave my ass a few hard slaps. I soon felt his hard cock press into my little opening. It pushed forward and my ring stretched open as my ass was painfully penetrated again. He wedged his cock in deep, it felt bigger than Stickys'. 

"Ahh, yeah! That's nice ass." He grabbed my hips and started fucking me with hard deep strokes. I let out a series of moans as I was roughly sodomised. His balls slapped against my wet cunt as he ploughed my rectum. My body was still hot and excited despite the pain and discomfort. My pussy buzzed and pulsed, I really wanted to be fucked there again. The anal sex alone wouldn't get me off. I wasn't going to reach my peak and that frustrated me.

Sticky and Wilks waited around, touching and teasing me as I was fucked. After a while Brunad growled as he wedged his cock in deep and spurt his cum into my ass. He gave a few more slow thrusts, letting my tight hole milk him off and then he pulled out again. 

"Let's get out of here," said Sticky. "No need to thank us baby, we had a good time too. And I like your generous gift." He held up my leathers. 

"Can you get me some water, and wipe my face?" I asked.

"I can't be bothered. You'll get more gentlemen callers through the night, no doubt. Ask them. See you later Slut, have a fun night."

"Fuck you!" I growled angrily.

"What, again? If you're still here tomorrow night." The three of them laughed as they walked off.

I grit my teeth in anger. Those bastards enjoyed humiliating me and raping and stealing from me. I'd make them pay.

I was left alone in the darkness again. Now I was stark naked. I had a horrible taste in my mouth and I could feel the cum on my face, and I couldn't do anything about it. 

The three of them had barely left when I heard the boards creaking behind me. There was someone else there. A hand landed on my ass. He must have been watching from the shadows, waiting for those three to finish with me. I didn't bother to say anything as he shuffled into position behind me. His cock rubbed over my wet pussy and then moved up to my ass. It forced its way into my tight hole and soon the stranger was grunting and breathing heavily as he butt-fucked me.

I moaned softly as I took it. I was sore, stiff, defiled and humiliated, yet I was still highly aroused and getting pleasure from the organ rubbing up inside my body. I could taste cum and smell it, feel it running over my lips and dripping off my chin. I could also feel it dripping out of my cunt and spreading out inside my ass as the thick rod thrust into me.

He reached forward and grabbed my tits as he continued to bang me. It went on for a while until he gasped and shuddered and I felt more cum spill out into my rectum. He quickly pulled out of my ravaged hole and stepped off the platform. The mysterious stranger vanished as quickly as he appeared, without ever saying a word. 

I could feel the warm cum dribbling out of my sore anus. I had also been in considerable discomfort from my full bladder, made worse by the fucking. I was naked and defiled, there was no harm in releaving myself. I spread my legs and let the stream of piss flow onto the platform beneath me and splash around my feet. At least I felt a little better alleviating that discomfort.

I had given up hope that Private Ludwich would show up. Damn him to hell. Brunad didn't see any city guards while he was keeping lookout. "Unusually quiet," he had said. There had to be a reason for it. I pondered that as I waited in the darkness.

I didn't wait too long before I had company again. I could hear them approaching me this time, I thought there were two sets of heavy footsteps. "Good, they did leave her here for the night." I recognised a dwarven accent. 

"She's been stripped naked. The lass had some good gear. Told you we should have got here earlier."

"Aye, well she's the prettiest thing I've seen put in the boards. We can still have some fun Barris."

"You Fuckin' Moron, I told you not to use me name!"

"What does it matter? Scared of a human woman are ye?"

"I was watching her after they put her in today. Got dangerous eyes this one, and that kind of armour aint for paradin' around in."

"Ha! You are scared of her. That's fuckin' funny!"

"You shut the fuck up!"

I decided to take advantage of this situation, "You should be scared. I'll hunt you down Barris the dwarf."

"Ah shit!"

"Hahaha!" laughed the other.

I spoke up again, "Get me out of here and I'll make it worth your while."

"No, fuck this. I don't need this kind of trouble. I'm getting out of here. I didn't touch you bitch."

"Yer a fuckin' coward Barris," called the other dwarf. The boards creaked as he stepped up on the platform behind me. 

"I meant it dwarf. Help me out and I'll reward you with gold. Take advantage of me and I'll reward you with an arrow."

"I aint no coward like him lass, and I aint no fool to believe your empty promises. I am horny though." His heavy hand slapped against my ass and groped at it. His fat fingers were probing around my slimy asshole. "Been fucked a few times already, eh? You won't mind another one then, will ya?"

"You are a fool." 

"You're the dumb bitch locked up in the boards." He stepped around and reached forward and got hold of the crate in front of me, then dragged it back. I only got a brief glimpse of his arm in the darkness. He settled the crate behind me and then stepped up onto it. 

He groped at my buttocks with both hands and then I felt his turgid member rubbing up between them. One of his rough hands was removed, and then I could feel his cock prodding into my asshole and pushing forward. My sore hole was stretched open and penetrated once again. I groaned as the dwarf wedged his organ into my ass. It was short and broad, like the dwarven body, and I was stretched wide around his shaft.

"Aaah, yeah! You aint nothin' to be afraid of. Yer just a public fuck-toy. Take my dwarven cock!" He started ramming his thick rod into me with hard steady thrusts. I felt the wiry bush of pubic hair brush against my skin and his heavy hairy balls slap against my pussy with each thrust. The dwarf made grunts and groans and other strange noises as he fucked me.

I just grit my teeth and took the fervid violation. The pain subsided after a while and I was feeling hot and flushed as my pussy tingled wildly. The dwarven cock wasn't penetrating as deeply, but I could certainly feel my stretched ring rubbing over the bulky, veiny shaft. It seemed to go on for a while, I was wondering when he would finish, but he just continued to grunt and groan, enjoying himself as he rammed my sore ass.

Eventually he started groaning louder. He wedged his bulky member in and I felt it throb as his cum spurted into me. I was relieved that he had finally peaked. The dwarven cock slid out and I could feel my asshole gaping and cum spilling out after it.

The dwarf stepped down off the crate and then wiped his cock on my leg. "Ahh, that was grand. Ol' Barris missed out. I'll be sure to rub it in how good yer ass felt, and how much of a pussy he is." He gave my ass a hard slap and I felt more cum dribble out of my violated hole. "You have yourself a good night now," he said as he stepped off the platform and walked away.

That was six men who had violated me now. My threats and offers of gold were going unheeded. I was just a helpless woman in the pillory, to be taken advantage of.

I didn't know how late it was. I looked up and could see The Archer in the night sky. I always considered that to be my constellation, ever since I was able to show my brothers up with my bow skills back at my fathers' farm. I hoped that the stars would grant me strength to endure my unjust punishment.

The cacophony of city noise was still all around me. There was a chill in the night air, I could feel it on my naked skin, particularly where I was wet with bodily fluids. The cum still dribbled out of my ass and ran over my pussy and down my legs. I waited in the darkness again, straining to listen for another man sneaking up behind me. Not that I was able to do anything about it.

Soon another man came. I heard his footsteps on the cobbled ground before he stepped up on the platform behind me. He got beside me and chuckled as he groped at my tits. I heard him breathing heavily and muttering to himself as he molested me. I didn't bother to say anything. His fingers pinched at my nipples and darts of pain shot into my mind, making me yelp. The Prick found that quite amusing.

Soon he pulled his hands away from my breasts and moved back around behind me. I heard him drag the crate aside. He got up behind me and started rubbing his hard cock around my sore wet asshole. "Heh, how many men have got up here already? You dirty whore!"

He pushed his cock deep into my ass and got a tight grip of my hips. I was being violently bucked up against the pillory boards again as he fucked me with deep hard thrusts. I could feel the cum splattering out of my hole as the thick member ploughed into me.

"So this is where we can get the free pussy, eh?" came another mans' voice behind me.

"Ungh, it aint her pussy I'm enjoying...ahh...unnn." 

"Yeah? Bangin' her bumhole, eh? She's not bein' too noisy about it."

"The slut likes it. Ungh...don't you Bitch? She's got nice big tits too." 

The other man got up on the platform and grabbed at my tits. "Ooh, yeah, she does...nice!"

I just grit my teeth and breathed heavily as I was fucked and groped by the two strangers. My nipples were still tender from being pinched and the rough groping hurt. The cum continued to run down my leg. Now my shoulders were getting quite sore from being bucked up against the solid wood boards. There was movement in my peripheral vision, I turned my head and saw another dark heavy-set figure heading toward me. 

"Hehe, enjoying the pillory whore, eh fellas?" came another deep voice. 

"Yeah, seen her here earlier," said the man squeezing my tits. "Pretty brown-skinned lass with a nice curvy body. Been spreading lies about the King apparently."

"What, did she say he was tall and handsome? Hahaha." The big man walked around in front of me. I could only see that he was fat and bearded in the darkness. He brushed his finger over my lips, "I can think of better things you can do with yer mouth than tell lies about King Fuck-wad. Hey, pass over that crate, will ya?"

The hands came off my tits and the small crate was dragged forward again. The big man pulled the crate in front of me and stepped up on it. He dropped his pants and started rubbing his half-erect member over my face. It smelt bad, did this fat Prick ever wash?

He put his dick on my lips, "Suck it down Slut." I obediently opened my mouth and took it in. It had a horrible taste, worse than Stickys' cock after it had been up my ass. It got larger and harder in my mouth, but still wasn't a very big dick. His smelly thick bush of pubic hair brushed against my lips and his balls slapped on my chin as he bobbed his cock into my sucking mouth.

The man behind me groaned louder and started rapidly thrusting up into me. He wedged his hard cock right in and blew another load of cum deep inside my ass. The spent member then slipped out of my sore wet hole. 

I continued to suck on the gross cock as my legs were kicked apart and another man got behind me. I felt a blunt cockhead rub over my wet slit and then push up into my cunt. Finally, my sore asshole was getting a break. The cock felt pretty big as it filled me up. My wet pussy tingled and pulsed in response. 

He started fucking me with fast thrusts and I moaned around the cock in my face. My pussy was really responding to the fucking, it throbbed with carnal pleasure. Even my clit seemed to pulse, I really wanted to rub it. More hands got hold of my boobs, I didn't know if it was the guy fucking me, or someone else.

I sucked hard on the dick and the fat guy gasped and groaned above me. Suddenly the cock throbbed and cum filled my mouth. I opened my mouth and tried to spit it out, but it was hard with the cock still wedged in my face. It soon pulled out and the man stepped down off the crate.

I threw my head back and moaned. Warm cum dribbled down my chin. My hot pussy felt good as it was vigorously rubbed by the hard cock. I could feel the intense coil of pleasure tightening down inside me again. I opened my eyes and saw the silhouette of a figure some distance in front of me, near the road. It looked like a slender woman, with long hair and long flowing robes. 

Aerowyn?...Was I seeing things? 

Then another body stepped up on the crate in front of me, obscuring my vision. A hard cock pressed into my lips and I took it in, sealing my lips around the shaft and sucking. The pleasure deep inside me was building, I was heading for a powerful climax. Then I felt warm wetness spread out in my tingling pussy and the cock stopped thrusting, he had reached his peak before me. 

The cock pulled out from me, and my fluttering pussy felt empty again. I needed it back inside, I needed to cum. Another man stepped up behind me and I eagerly spread my legs for him. His rigid cock rubbed up the cleft of my butt and then around my asshole. I tried to lift my ass up, to get his cock to my eager pussy, but he grabbed my butt, spreading the cheeks apart and pushing into my little hole. 

The thick rod speared into my anus and I let out a frustrated groan around the cock in my mouth. My pussy tingled and pulsed and leaked cum as my backside was roughly fucked again. The pleasure deep inside me was no longer building, I was so close to climax, and now I wasn't going to get there. If I didn't have the cock in my mouth, I would yell out and demand he fuck my pussy. 

He just continued to slam into my ass with hard thrusts, and my frustrated body was getting further and further away from the powerful orgasm I needed. Once again, I cursed not having a hand free, and I cursed these perverts for only wanting to bugger me.

The cock pulled out of my face and I made a wet slurping sound as it left my lips. He jerked his cock in front of me, before letting out a growl and spurting more thick warm ropes of cum onto my hot face. 

As soon as he got down from the crate I looked back toward the road and scanned the dark area. The woman was gone. It couldn't have been Aerowyn. She wouldn't be here. I was seeing things, it must have just been another woman passing by.

I was being bucked up against the boards as my sore ass was roughly fucked. the warm cum was running down my face and dribbling off my chin. Soon another man came around in front of me and stepped up onto the crate. I groaned. My jaw was sore from all the cock sucking, and I had a horrible taste in my mouth, I really needed a drink of water. But when he pushed his half-erect dick into my face, I parted my lips and took it in. I sucked as it swelled and stiffened. Hands were groping at my tits again, and I could hear the man behind me moan with pleasure as he ploughed into my ass.

"Hey buddy, get in line like the rest of us!" someone called out behind me.

"I'm just checking her out."

There was a line? How many men were there? I got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was bad. The cock started thrusting up my ass even faster and then he groaned loudly as another load of cum was released into my ass. It pulled out and the cum spilled out of my gaping hole and ran down my leg.

It didn't take long for another man to get behind me and spear his cock into my sore wet ass. I groaned again as I sucked on the cock. It wouldn't be as bad if they were fucking my pussy more. My arousal had died down, giving way to soreness and fatigue and feelings of utter debasement. 

It was just like that night at Fort Nikes. I had no choice but to endure the endless sexual assault. Merciless violations brought upon my body. That was deep in the wilderness, where I was surrounded by orc savages. This was in the middle of a "civilized" area. Our kingdoms' capital, where its people are supposed to be under the protection of the law. 

City men were worse than orcs.

On and on it went. I was taking cock after cock in my mouth and ass, and now and then in my cunt. I was getting so tired, stiff and sore. I had no idea of the time, but it must have gone on into the early hours of the morning. 

Eventually I was standing there in the limply in the pillory, there was a wet slapping sound as the stranger fucked my ravaged asshole. I barely noticed when he came and pulled out. More cum ran down my leg. Then he was gone and no one took his place. I was finally left alone.

My ass, back, jaw and legs were aching. My face and hair were covered in sticky cum. My holes were filled with cum and leaking, I could feel it running down my legs and pooling under my feet. My breasts were sore from their constant manhandling. I was so tired, but I couldn't rest. Every time I drifted off and my legs went weak and faltered, the wooden boards bit into my neck and wrists, jerking me awake.

The hours crawled by. I was wet and shivering there in the darkness. The constant noise of the city had died down a little in the early hours of the morning, but was still there. ...

Eventually I looked up and saw the sky begin to brighten. Dawn was finally starting to break. The arduous night was finally over. The daylight would offer me protection, but the violations were already brought upon me. Now I was worried about more humiliation, being on public display after being stripped naked and repeatedly ravaged and defiled. It would be obvious to anyone who saw me--I had been turned into a public cum-dump. 

I shifted my weight again, feeling puddle of gooey cum under my bare feet. It had dried up and coated my ass and inner thighs, and my face. It felt gross. I was filthy. Gradually, the market square got lighter and lighter around me as the sun rose.

I saw a few people walking down the street ahead of me. Someone came into the market square and was approaching me. I saw that it was woman in her middle years, carrying bolts of cloth over her shoulder, likely heading to one of the shops. She saw me and a look of shock registered on her face. She stared at me for a few moments and then walked away quickly.

I waited a while longer, and then I saw a city guard enter the market square. He approached me at a brisk pace. When he got close enough, I could see that it was Private Ludwich. A flash of anger went through me, my fists and teeth clenched. He stopped an looked at me with a horrified look on his face, I saw him mouth the words, "Oh shit!"




Orc Bait 03



"Where...were you!" I said angrily.

"I...I'm sorry! I don't know what happened."

"You don't know?!" I growled.

"Wait there," he said, walking away. He was clearly flustered. 

'Wait there?!' that wasn't fucking funny. He soon returned with a pail of water and a cloth rag. "Hold on, I'll wash your face." The water was freezing as he splashed it over my face, it woke me up with a jolt. 

"Can I have some to drink?" He carefully held the wooden pale up to my mouth and took a gulp. I sloshed the water around in my mouth and then spat it out. I was glad to finally be getting the horrible taste out of my mouth. I took some more in my mouth and drank it down. He wiped my face with the cloth. I looked up at Ludwich with furious eyes, "Where were you?"

He looked deeply ashamed, and couldn't even look me in the eyes, "I was going to come back here, I swear. I got off duty and went home to have supper before returning here. Then..."

"Then what?"

"My wife said she found me asleep at the table. She couldn't wake me. ...That never happens to me. I wasn't that tired."

"Then what the hell happened?" 

He just shook his head, then walked off again. I found it all hard to process, especially in my exhausted state. Was he even telling the truth? And what about the lack of guard patrols last night?

He soon returned again and I heard him get up behind me. I shuddered as I remembered all the strange men getting up behind me in the darkness. Then I squealed as I felt the cold water splash over my bare ass. More water splashed on my skin washing away the sticky, flaky coating of cum. I shivered uncontrollably as he started wiping me down with the cloth.

"What about the guard patrols last night?" I asked.

"What about them?"

"There were none. Dozens of rapists were here having a party with my ass and there were none to be seen. Why is that?" I flinched as the rough material wiped over my tender pussy and ass.

"I don't know. There should have been some coming by here."

"Did the King order them away?"

"I don't know. I only woke up not long ago, and came straight here." I felt him wrap some more material around my chest and butt, covering me up. I felt a little warmer, but still shivered. He stepped around in front of me again. I could see that he had removed the red cape from his uniform, that was what he had around me.

He looked down at me somberly, "I'm very sorry...I'll get you some more clothes."

"Find out what happened." I said firmly. He nodded once and walked away again. I felt a little better being cleaned up and covered. My ass was still sore as hell.

The sun continued to rise, I looked over at the castle and saw the first rays of light shining on its walls. The chill in the air still hung around, my wet hair clung to my face and was freezing. Soon some merchants started coming into the market square, those who wanted to get an early start to the days' trade. I could see them looking over at me, clad in only the red cape. They chattered amongst themselves. It was obvious I had been left here overnight, and what had happened to me. They soon stopped staring at me and went about unloading their hand cart and setting up their stalls.

Slowly more people came into the marketplace. The blanketing noise of the city started to pick up again as the new day began. I just wanted to lie flat on my back and sleep. I just wanted to get out of that fucking pillory. I dropped my head and stared blankly at the ground in front of me. 

When I looked up again I saw Joan. The woman was looking at me with a horrified expression on her round wrinkled face. "What happened?!" I just looked at her, she stepped forward and stroked her hand gently through my wet hair, "You poor dear, were you left here all night unguarded? What the hell happened to Ardy?!"

"He said he fell asleep," I said bitterly.

A look of anger flashed across her face, "That useless, pathetic, idiotic ...worm! I'll give him what for. Was it that Sticky Gabbel and his good-for-nothing lackeys?"

It was a lot of men. "It doesn't matter." I told her. 

"Pathetic, cowardly turds, abusing a helpless woman. They need have their cocks cut off and shoved up their ass!" Then she looked down at me sympathetically, "You poor thing. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I looked up at her, "Can you pick a lock?"

She shook her head slowly, "Hang in there dear, they will have to let you out of there today. This is inhuman. ...Are you worried about pregnancy?"

I slowly nodded my head. 

"Well I may be able to help. I'll be back soon." She turned and walked away as Private Ludwich was entering the market square again. I saw her storm over toward him and start angrily accosting him. Ludwich seemed to be mostly just taking her abuse though, not defending himself too stoutly. Then she stormed away from him and he slowly walked over to me.

He had some folded up brown material in his hands. "I got you some clothes," he said as he stepped forward. It looked to be a simple brown dress. He got behind me and pulled it up over my legs and unwrapped his cape and pulled it around my torso before tying it up at the back. It was a little tight around my tender breasts, and I was sure my cleavage bulged out of the front of it. "Oh, I didn't realise the hemline was so high." I heard him say.

"How high is it?"

"Uh, it's not so bad." But I could feel the chill air on my thighs and crotch. The dress must have been quite short.

"Did you get me some underwear?"

"No, sorry." Oh great, I'm a public spectacle and he had got me a tight skimpy dress to wear, without any panties. "It seems that half the citys' garrison has come down with food poisoning," he told me.

"Poisoning?!" It sent a chill through me. I remembered briefly seeing the mysterious woman last night. The woman I immediately thought was Aerowyn. Could it be?

"A lot of guards are violently ill, with diarrhoea and vomiting. It was why patrols were severely cut back last night. The King has thrown the entire kitchen staff into the dungeons. They're claiming that it was a shipment of contaminated fish. I don't know if my blacking out is related, I didn't eat any of the fish."

"Could it be a deliberate attack on the city? Perhaps by a mage proficient with poisons?"

"Why do you think it's a mage?"

I took a deep breath as he finished tying up my dress, "Just speculating."

"The King has his own powerful mages. I'm sure he'll be on top of it."

I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if the King wasn't the target? "When am I going to be let out of here? Haven't I been punished enough?"

He walked back around in front of me and looked down at me solemnly, "Sorry, that's not for me to say. I swear I'll do all I can to make sure no harm comes to you again though. I really am sorry for what you had to go through." I was more worried about what would come if I stayed there. "Is there anything else I can get you? Are you hungry?"

"No." 

"I need to go and report for duty. I'll be around." He turned and walked away with his red cape bundled in his arm. More merchants were coming into the marketplace and setting up their stalls. Carts were going around and workers were unloading crates and barrels. An ugly bearded man walked by, looking at me and grinning. Probably one of the pack who had raped me last night.

Soon Joan had returned to me. "Here luv, I have something for you." She held up a small blue potion bottle. "It's a morning-after potion. You won't have to worry about catching." 

"Thank you Joan." She uncorked it and held it to my lips and I drank it down. It had a very strange tangy bitter taste, not very pleasant, and hard to swallow down with my unsettled stomach. But I drank it all. 

I felt strange. My body started to tingle all over. I could particularly feel it in my sore ass. Then the constant soreness, stiffness and fatigue began to fade away. It was a feeling I was familiar with. The fog of fatigue lifted from my mind and I felt re-energised. I looked up at Joan with much brighter eyes. Even my back didn't hurt any more.

She smiled down at me, "Feeling better dear?"

"That's a healing and rejuvenation potion."

"As well as a morning-after potion, yes."

"Brews like that don't come cheap."

She shrugged, "Not normally, but I know someone."

"Thank you again Joan. I owe you so much." 

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I just shook my head. 

"If they don't let you out of here today, I'll march to the castle and demand it of the King myself. I'll be around if you need me." She walked away and went about setting up her market stall. The sun was higher in the sky now and its rays were peaking over the city wall. Thank the gods for Joan Fretta, my ass and back weren't bothering me any more, and I felt awake again. 

The morning moved on and the market was once again in full swing. Private Ludwich hadn't returned yet. I was attracting stares again and hushed chattering that was no doubt about me. 

An ugly, pudgy woman in a brown frock came over and spat in my face, "Filthy whore!" She then turned and strode off. What the hell was her problem? Did she think I had any choice, locked up in those boards? I made an annoyed growl as the spit ran down my face. 

Several men were looking my way and grinning. It was likely they were there last night, waiting in line to get a piece of me. That made me angry as well, that they can just go about their business, like noting happened. I saw a dwarf with a bushy red beard who was deliberately not looking my way, and I wondered if it was Barris. It was likely, there weren't a lot of dwarves about. 

Then someone stepped up on the platform and grabbed my ass. "Hey!" I called out. I heard a laugh and then saw Sticky Gabbel walk around. 

"It's okay sweetheart, it's only me," he said grinning. "I love yer new threads. Easy access to your fuck-holes." He took a bite of an apple he was holding. 

"You got some nerve. I'll have you arrested."

"Hehe, how's yer ass? Heard it got plenty of attention last night. Had everyone linin' up for the ride. Good thing I got in early." 

I grit my teeth in anger as I glared at him. 

"Dirty little slut like you would have loved it. I found out why you were so upset 'bout us taking yer armour. We took it to a fence, and when he was appraising it, he found out it had a little enchantment, didn't he?"

An enchantment? That was news to me.

"He had a scroll that cast Identify on it. Found out that it was an arousal charm. Dirty slut, you were going around in leathers that kept yer pussy soaking wet, weren't you?"

My mouth gaped. Oh my gods! Aerowyn! I thought the witch had cast something on me. It was my leathers the whole time. She had shown up after that night at Fort Nikes, after all the orcs were poisoned. She must have done it then. Damn, why didn't I think that it could have been my leathers?

"Got a decent price for it, I guess. That Prick is always lookin' to rip me off. He reckons the enchantment isn't much help for combat armour, but there's gotta be some frigid bitch who wants it, right?" He looked up, "Ah shit, gotta go Bow Girl. I hope yer still here tonight, I'll fuck your dirty holes again." He reached under me and squeezed my right breast before disappearing.

Then I saw Private Ludwich walking through the market square toward me. His red cape was draped around his shoulders again. He stopped in front of me, "Is everything all right Rohme?" 

I nodded, and he continued walking on.

Two young boys were running about and playing nearby, they looked to be around five or six years. One of them was carrying a small wooden sword. He ran up onto the platform and got behind me. He struck the back of my legs, "Take that, nasty bugbear!"

"Hey cut it out!" I called sternly as I kicked my leg. He just laughed and kept at it. His little friend came up and joined him. "You look like little goblins. It's quite easy to run a blade through a goblins' head, you know."

"You fought goblins?" asked the boy.

"I fought lots of things."

They stopped whacking me and came around in front to look at my face. "Have you ever fought a troll?" I had, unfortunately I had been fucked by one as well.

"I killed a troll in the Longshank Mountains."

"All by yourself?" said the boy in wonderment.

"Liar! That's why she's in there, because she's a liar." said the other boy.

I ignored him, "No, not by myself. I killed it with my party." 

"Your an adventurer? I'm an adventurer too! Did your party have a big strong warrior, like I'm gunna be?"

"Yes, his name was Strafe. Really big and strong, and you wouldn't find anyone more skilled with a broadsword."

"I'm gunna be a mighty wizard," said the other boy.

"You can't do any magic," said his friend.

"Shut up, yes I can!"

The boy looked back at me with his big blue eyes, "Tell us 'bout the time your party fought the troll...or I'll strike you down."

I let out a sigh, I didn't have anything better to do. "Okay...It was several years ago, when my party was up north, travelling through the mountain passes into Disternia..." The children sat down and listened with interest as I told the story. I did my best to tone down the sex and violence, despite their encouragement for more detail.

Another young man was walking by and stopped and listened. Then a couple came and stood within earshot. I just continued to tell my tale, with little embellishment. I just told it how I remembered it, and my audience was listening with interest. People looked over and wondered what was going on, they wandered over and stood around to listen to me talk. 

"...My quiver was running out of arrows, most of them were stuck in the enraged beast. It's lumpy head looked like a porcupine. I took my time and lined up the shot, waiting for it to stop moving around so much. Finally I loosed my bow and the arrow struck its eye, making it let out a thunderous roar. Sierra cast entangle on the trolls' feet and it came crashing down hard, causing the ground to shake. Strafe dodged its wildly swinging arm and raised his huge sword high before bringing it down, cleaving the monsters' skull apart. Then the big swordsman collapsed to the ground. Cordelia rushed over to heal his badly wounded side. The trolls' huge legs thrashed about wildly as it died."

"What's a porky-pine?" asked the boy.

"See, it was the big strong warrior who killed it," said the other.

"No, we all worked together to kill it." I said.

"It's all made up," said an old man standing nearby. "She's no adventurer, she looks like a trollop."

"Shut the hell up!" another man snapped. "That was great. Five stars."

"Tell us another story," said the boy sitting in front of me.

"Yeah, tell us another one," said a woman standing behind him. 

"Seriously, when is the next one coming?" said an anonymous commenter.

I looked around at the small crowd of people. They were looking at me differently now. Not with disgust, or pity or morbid curiosity. I considered that getting a crowd on my side could be my means of getting out of there.

"Well, have you heard of the demon attacks on the city ten years ago?"

"Yeah," said the boy, "My Pa told me about it. They destroyed the cathedral."

"They destroyed lots of things. It was my party who put a stop to them." The people around me seemed to be listening with interest and I began telling the story. More and more people came over to listen. Private Ludwich came up while I was speaking and stood beside me. The crowd grew as I talked, as more people came over to see what was going on.

Eventually I finished my story. A man started clapping, soon others joined in, and I had the whole crowd applauding me. It was a strange feeling. The applause died down and the boy in front of me spoke up, "It was the wizard who saved the day that time, he sent them back to hell."

"Idiot, it was the wizard who summoned them in the first place," said his friend. "It was her party who saved the day."

"They saved our city," said a woman. She snarled at Ludwich, "You should be ashamed, putting a hero like that in the pillory on some trumped up charge!"

"I'd let her out if I could," said Ludwich defensively. "It's the Kings' decree."

"To Hell with the god-damned King!" called out a man, and others cheered their agreement.

Then Joan came forward and offered me a drink of water from her cup, which I gladly accepted. "Those are nice stories dear." Something told me that she didn't believe them. For some reason, I think she had trouble seeing me as an adventurer. It didn't matter, I was glad to have her still watching out for me. I finished the water and thanked her. She walked off again, going back to her stall.

"Where is your party now?" asked the boy.

I let out a sigh, "They're dead."

"How did they die?"

I hesitated, that was the story that got me put into this pillory in the first place. The King had my books burned. It was the one story I wanted to put out there, but I guess I was forbidden to tell it. 

"Yeah, how did they die?" asked another man.

I took a deep breath, did I really want to risk upsetting the King again? I considered for a moment, and then I thought, 'Fuck him!' I cleared my throat, "They died saving the realm." I looked around and saw that I had their attention. "It all started around six years ago when we were travelling through the Degray riverlands to the west..." 

I went on to tell the story from my book, including the details of how the King ignored Sierras' warnings, and how close the Kingdom came to being swallowed up in a tide of darkness. Was I making a huge mistake? Things couldn't get much worse for me...Could they?

"...It was a chaotic battle. We faced powerful mages and those powerful undead monsters. I was firing off arrows as fast as I could. Strafe was in amongst them, swinging his sword about like a madman and taking many critical wounds. Cordelia was struggling to heal him and keep him alive while fending off her own attacks. Sierra was blasting away at the high priestess, but she was too heavily shielded. We were fighting a losing battle, there would be no retreat, we had to stop them. Then Sierra started blasting away at the stone pillars in that grand chamber. Load bearing pillars. I soon joined her, shooting at them with my magical explosive arrows. The high priestess saw what we were doing and cried out in defiance. Then the ceiling started caving in on top of us. Great slabs of stone came falling down, crushing all those beneath it. I looked into Sierras' eyes as the rubble crashed down around us, she was eerily calm. And then darkness. I was trapped in a small pocket for several days before a team of dwarven relic hunters dug me out. I was the only survivor." 

"Wow!" said the boy, looking at me wide-eyed.

Then the crowd was clapping again. Even louder this time. It had me feeling good, even better than when I was holding my book in my hands. This was a better way of getting the story out there. To the common people on the street, and not just those who were able to read and could buy the book.

"Why haven't we heard of this before?" I heard someone say.

"Those heroes should be honoured."

"Let her out of there!"

The applause died down and then stopped, But I could still hear one person clapping. That person stepped forward, pushing through the crowd. I was shocked when I saw that it was a beautiful half-elf, with flowing red hair and mismatched green and hazel eyes, and wearing elaborate green mage robes. She had a devilish grin as looked into my eyes, "Great story Rohme, I'm going to favourite it."

"Aerowyn!" was all I could manage to say.

She stepped onto the platform, pushing past the boys. "Wait, who are you?" asked Ludwich.

"I'm her girlfriend. We know each other intimately, don't we lover?"




Orc Bait 04



I stirred in my bed roll and slowly opened my eyes. I could see the many pinpricks of light in the dark sky, peeking through the spaces between the tree canopies. I rolled my head and looked past the glowing embers that were the remains of the campfire. Sierras' beautiful face was there, looking down at me.

I saw her perfect white teeth in the dim light as she smiled at me. The sorceress was sitting up in her bedding. I turned to her and lifted myself up on my elbow and smiled back. I was still a little groggy, but it felt nice to wake up to her smiling face. 

"Hey, beautiful," she said softly.

"Hey." I looked over next to me and saw that Strafes' bed roll was empty. The big swordsman must have been on watch, and was likely close by. Cordelia was on the other side of me, I could hear her steadily breathing as she slept. 

"You should get back to sleep, Rohme. You'll need to be well rested for tomorrow. I'll take your watch."

I sat up and looked at her. The sorceress was a classic beauty. With black wavy hair that went down past her shoulders, a smooth radiant complexion and bright blue eyes. Her face had an ageless quality. It was difficult to tell just how old she was, though she must have been older than me. I often wondered if she had any elven blood.

"You can't get to sleep," I said. "...Worried?"

"When have you ever known me to be worried?"

I just sat there watching her. She certainly never showed that she was worried. "You went to ask the King for help. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't think we needed it."

The smile faded from her face, "For all the good it did. He was happy to just stick his head in the sand. How can one so blind and stupid be allowed to rule over so many people? The right to rule over others should be earned, not be a birthright."

"You would make a great queen. The Magnificent Queen Sierra."

Sierra gave a broad smile, "And Strafe would be my General. Cordelia would be my Archbishop. And what would you be Rohme?"

I ran my hand through my hair and let out a yawn. "Just some fat lord locked away in her keep, enjoying the hedonism."

Sierra laughed, "Haha, right. That's not you at all. You'd get bored after a week in the castle and go wandering out into the wilderness."

"As long as I'm ordered back now and then to service my Queen in bed," I chuckled.

"Oh, you can count on that." 

There was a brief pause and I looked up at the glowing white circle of the moon peaking through the leaves above us. Sierra let out a sigh, I could sense the mood becoming serious again. "I am worried. We've been up against some hefty odds before, but we're in deep this time. We're up against some powerful magic. We must stop that ritual tomorrow night. Do whatever it takes. Do you understand what that means?"

"I believe so." I said solemnly.

"Are you ready to give your life for your kingdom? ...Not for your King, but for the people of this land."

"I'm just a farm girl. I'll do whatever it takes to protect my homeland."

"No, you're more than just a farm girl, Rohme, and you're more than just a ranger."

I peered at her in the darkness. Off in the distance, a wolf let out a lingering howl. I understood what my leader was telling me--this may well be our last night in this world. She wasn't one to say such things lightly. She really believed it, and unfortunately, she was so often right. 

Was I ready to die? I certainly didn't want to. I just wanted things to keep going on as they have been, traveling the land with these three amazing people. My friends, lovers and comrades. My family.

I peered at Sierra in the darkness again, taking in her beauty. I truly loved her. She had taught me so much, and helped me to become much more than I was when I met her. I couldn't stand the thought of losing her. " If the world ends, then I'll never get to bed you again."

"That would be the biggest tragedy of all." said Sierra, with a slight hint of a smile.

"I don't want to go back to sleep right now."

"You better come over here then, sexy ranger." She said seductively.

I was glad we were on the same page. I got on my hands and knees and crawled out of my bed roll and past the hot coals on the ground, right up to the gorgeous mage. When I got close, I brought my face to hers', and she leaned forward to meet me. She tilted her head and our lips locked together. We were soon hungrily exploring each others mouths with our tongues.

Warm tingling sensations washed through me. My body remembered the wonderful pleasure that I would get from my beautiful sorceress. We continued to kiss as I shuffled forward until I was pressing my body into hers'. Her mage robes felt silky and soft as I rubbed my hands over her back. 

We hesitantly pulled our lips away from each other. I was feeling hot, and breathing heavily. Sierra looked to be all worked up too. Even in the faint light, her skin looked radiant. I looked into her stunning blue eyes. I loved her scent. She smelt fresh and exotic, like rainforest and spices. I'm sure I smelt like sweaty leather, but that never seemed to bother her. 

Her hands came forward and firmly grabbed my belly, then they started rubbing upwards toward my heaving breasts. She leaned forward and we started hungrily kissing each other again. Her hands were busy pulling and undoing the straps of my leathers. She knew how to remove my light armor better than I did, she had stripped me of it many times. My hands continued to massage her back, and my tongue continued to rub against hers'.

She pulled my jerkin open, and I felt the cool night air on my bare chest. Sierra pulled away from my lips and I caught my breath again. Her hands were on my breasts, sensually rubbing over my skin. She had told me many times how she loved my big boobs. They were larger than hers' and Cordelias'. She smiled as her hands were lewdly groping at them.

I sighed with pleasure as I was being felt up. I started lifting her robes up over her legs. My hand rubbed over her creamy thigh. Her soft warm skin felt nice, and so did her hands as they gently massaged my tits.

Her hands came off my breasts and started pulling at my leathers again. I helped her get my jerkin off and let it drop the ground. The cool night air on my skin gave me goose bumps, but I was feeling the heat rising within me. The wolves began howling in the distance again. 

Sierra put her hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down onto her bed roll. My big breasts flattened against my chest as I lay on my back. The sorceress smiled down at me as her hands rubbed over them and slid down my belly, making their way to my leather pants. She quickly undid them, and I lifted my ass and helped her pull them off. 

I was left lying there in my cotton panties. Sierra leaned over me and planted a kiss on my lips again as her hands groped at my chest. I let out a soft moan as she left a trail of kisses past my chin and my neck, down to my tits. Her tongue was circling around my hard nipple. Her hand had slid up between my thighs and delicate fingers were rubbing at my soft lips through my panties. I could feel the material becoming quite wet. 

My hands wandered up and were pulling at her robes. I pulled the light material up past her waist and then grabbed at her firm ass. Sierra was breathing heavily too, and then helped me to pull them right off, over her head. She was naked under her robes. I looked over her smooth womanly body in the darkness. My fingers brushed through her patch of dark pubic hair, and she let out a soft laugh. 

She looked down into my eyes, and I was in awe of her beautiful face. She was like a Goddess. "Are you ready to be joined with me, Rohme?"

"Oh, yesss." I exhaled. 

She gave me a dazzling smile and then started to recite the incantation as she got ready to cast my favorite spell. I lay back on the bedding and relaxed as I felt the magic wash over me. It was a strange sensation, like static electricity sweeping through my body in waves. Pressure started to build in my head and I took deep breaths. 

I stayed calm as every sensation and every emotion quickly grew more intense. Strong feelings of fear and apprehension and doubt gripped my mind. There was some sadness there too, but those emotions were pushed into the background, kept in check by a strong, ordered mind. My feelings of love, desire and passion had doubled. My skin tingled as it became sensitive. I gasped for air, and so did Sierra. I could feel two hearts rapidly beating inside my chest. Slowly they began fall into sync until they were beating as one. 

Sierra had linked our minds. I could feel what she felt, and she could feel me. It was an overwhelming feeling, as our minds were processing stimulus and emotions from two bodies. It was also the ultimate intimacy, we were in each others skin, joined together as one. I absolutely loved it. 

I looked at Sierra. She had a spectacular blue aura about her now. I was never sure if I was actually seeing it, or feeling it, but I could sense magic around me when I was joined with her. There was a faint trace of it in the trees all around us and the earth below us. There was also an aura around Cordelia, sleeping nearby. It was strong, but different from Sierras'.

The sourceress had her head up, looking around in the darkness. She had told me that her physical awareness became heightened when we were joined, as she gains my highly attuned ranger senses. I could hear the distant wolves howling again. She smiled down at me, "There are wolves."

I had to focus to regain my senses enough to speak. I still felt the strong pressure in my head. "You couldn't hear them before?"

She shook her head. I slowly sat up. The magic auras around me were quite beautiful, particularly the one surrounding Sierra. I could feel the mages' strong lust, stacked with mine. Our heart thudded strongly in our chest, and our pussy throbbed and was getting wet. 

Sierras' hand slipped down between her legs and started rubbing along her slit. I could feel the fingers on my pussy, it felt really nice. I shuffled closer and wrapped my arms around her and could feel them around myself. Our lips found each other again and we were hungrily kissing. The kiss was intensified, like I had two mouths in one and was kissing Sierra and myself at the same time. 

Sierra got hold of my boobs and I could feel them being cupped in my hands. We were getting very excited and our pussy tingled wildly. I stopped kissing and slipped down until my face was in her chest. I passionately mouthed and groped at her firm tits, feeling the wonderful sensations on my own breasts.

Our pussy was throbbing and dripping wet. I sunk even lower, and my sexy sorceress leaned back and spread her legs apart. My face was in her crotch and I took in the intoxicating scent of her excited sex. I lunged forward and sunk my mouth in. The pussy was very soft, juicy and hot. I could feel my tongue rubbing along my labia. It was like giving cunnilingus to myself. 

We both moaned with pleasure. I pressed my lips into our wet slit and lashed out at the warm hugging flesh with our tongue. It felt amazing. Sierra got hold of our breasts and was forcefully groping them and rubbing our hard nipples. I continued to eat out our excited pussy. We relished the closeness as we felt the same wonderful pleasure as one. 

I moved up and flicked her clit with my tongue and immediately gasped at the pleasurable sensation. I moved my hand up and started wriggling a couple of fingers inside our tingling cunt. We both moaned together as I pushed them inside. 

I pumped my fingers back and forth, vigorously rubbing our slippery walls. Sierra writhed beneath me as we both let out soft moans. We could feel the intense pleasure tightening down inside us. Our nipples tingled as Sierra continued to lightly rub and pinch them. I slipped my hand down to my crotch and rubbed my fingers over my wet slit before pushing them in. 

More intense pleasure emanated from our throbbing pussy, as fingers and tongue fervently rubbed at the soft hugging flesh. I continued to pump my fingers back and forth as I moved my mouth up and gently sucked on our clit. Sierra let out a lustful moan. I wanted to moan as well, but just kept working my mouth and fingers. We were getting close now, we could feel that coil of carnal pleasure tightening down within us.

Our heart thudded strongly in our chest. I was losing myself to the overpowering lust as I feverishly worked to bring us to that critical point. Soon we had reached our peak. Fluttering waves of pleasure emanated from deep inside, and had us moaning and gasping with the blissful release. Warm juices squirted from Sierras' pulsing pussy into my face as she writhed beneath me. I moaned loudly and tried to catch my breath as the wonderful pulses of pleasure slowly started to die down. 

I climbed up over Sierra, who was lying back on her bed roll. Her chest was rising and 

Falling rapidly and her naked body was glistening with sweat. I put my arms around her and she gave me a big smile. We were both feeling euphoric. 

"Well, well. Having fun, you two?" came Cordelias' voice nearby. I looked over and saw the blonde cleric sitting up in her bed roll, rubbing her eyes.

I could hear heavy footsteps over the leaf and twig covered dirt, and soon there was a big swordsman standing over us, smiling. "My favorite sound in the world. Two hot bitches getting off."

I smiled down at Sierra, "We may have been a little noisy." 

Strafe rubbed his crotch through his pants, "Bet I could get you both screaming louder. Who would like some hard cock?"

Sierra smiled up at him, "We're both linked, and wet and ready, Tiger. You can fuck us both at the same time. Can't he Rohme?"

I felt a pang of excitement at the thought of having my pussy plowed by Strafes' big cock. "Yes please!" 

Sierra lightly put her hand on my shoulder and I rolled off of her. She sat up and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I had better keep watch over the camp while you lot are rutting. Good thing I can enjoy the sex while I do."

She gathered her mage robes and stood up. She went over to Strafe and rubbed her hand over his broad, armor plated chest. The dark skinned fighter stooped over and brought his face to hers'. I could feel his short wiry beard rub over my face, and his tongue fervently explore my mouth as they kissed. I could feel his big strong hands groping at my ass. 

Sierra then pushed away from him. "Have fun," she said, before walking away into the darkness.

Strafe smiled down at me as he slowly rubbed his crotch. I leaned back and spread my legs apart for him. Then he was hurriedly working to remove his weapons and plate armor. As he was stripping down, Cordelia came over and embraced me. The cute, short-haired blonde smelt different from Sierra. It was the fragrant flower petals she bathed with, it gave her a sweet aroma.

Our lips pressed together and we kissed, slowly but forcefully. I knew Sierra was feeling it too. I could feel her there with us, still joined with me. Warm tingling feelings washed over me as I was enjoying the intimacy with the two women I loved dearly.

And I couldn't forget the man in my life. Strafe grabbed my legs and I let out a squeal as I slipped away from Cordelias' lips and back onto the bed roll. The big swordsman shuffled forward. His large rigid cock jutted out in from of him and came to rest on my crotch. I looked up at him, at his broad muscular chest and thick arms. His dark skin, which was a darker shade than my almond brown skin. He had medium length black hair and a short, neatly cropped beard. 

He leaned forward and groped at my tits with his big strong hand. He loved my big tits, and I loved his big black cock. He had a look of wild lust on his face. "Are you ready for it, Rohme?" he asked in his deep voice. 

I was ready, in fact, I was eagerly anticipating it. "Hurry up and fuck me, Lump-head!" I said playfully. 

Cordelia laughed next to me, "And you better see to me next, Lump-head."

Strafe chucked, "Of course. Can't have my Sweet-peas' sweet little puss being neglected." 

He sat up between my spread legs and got hold of his thick member. I moaned softly as I felt the round cockhead rubbing over my wet slit. Then he pushed it forward. The fat head split my lips apart and sunk into my body. I moaned as my tender walls were stretched around the big cock and squeezed it tightly. It forced its way deeper and deeper, until I had the full length of his thick black rod wedged inside me.

Strafe let out a pleasurable groan. He got a firm hold of my legs and started moving his cock back and forth. I moaned loudly at the intense friction in my grasping cunt. I heard Sierra moan nearby as well. Strafe got into a steady rhythm, driving his cock into me with deep hard strokes. 

Cordelia leaned over and got into my hot, panting face. She pressed her lips into mine, and I kissed her back. Her hand moved to my breasts and began playing with them. Strafes' big cock felt wonderful as it plowed into me. I could feel my juices splattering out with each hard thrust.

I raised my hands and rubbed them over the clerics' pert breasts, through her robes. Cordelia and I continued to play with each other while Strafe fucked me. I looked up at Strafe. He had a blissful look on his face as rammed his cock into me. He smiled down at me and slowed his thrusts. Then his cock pulled out from my bodys' squeezing embrace. My soaking wet pussy throbbed and felt empty. I wanted him back inside me.

Strafe pushed my legs to the side and started turning me over. I rolled over and let him position me on my hands and knees. I raised my ass and wriggled it at him. He didn't waste any time positioning himself behind me and guiding his rigid member to my waiting cunt. He buried his cock into me with one hard thrust, and I let out a long moan as I was penetrated deeply. 

His big hands gripped my hips tightly and he started fucking me again. I was rocked forward with each hard thrust. His big fat member felt incredible as it thrust into my slippery soft flesh. I let out a series of moans, and I could hear him grunting like an animal. 

Cordelia got in front of me and was lifting up her skirts. She pulled her panties down and sat in front of me, spreading her creamy thighs apart. I looked at her pretty little pussy in the dim light as I rubbed my hand up her leg. Then I brought my head down and ran my tongue along her soft petals. Cordelia let out a series of low moans, and lovingly ran her fingers through my hair as I licked at her netherlips. 

I pressed my mouth into her and lashed my tongue about inside her warm moist channel. Strafes' wonderful cock continued to thrust deep into me. I could feel the intense pleasure building deep inside me again, heading for another glorious climax. Delicate fingers began rubbing around my clit, helping the pleasure build even more. I realized it was Sierra, touching herself down there.

I pressed my mouth even deeper into Cordelias' hot pussy, as I lustily ate her out. Strafes' fat cock pumped me wildly as his crotch continually slapped into mine. Sierras' graceful fingers worked their magic on my tingling clit. The intense carnal sensations were overwhelming me, and my head was swimming. The pleasure deep inside me began to tighten down to its critical point.

Finally, Sierra and I couldn't hold it back any more. I threw my head back and howled as the blissful sensations were released and pulsed through our body. 

...

I was crying out in ecstasy as I suddenly woke. Sierra was gone from my mind. Strafe and Cordelia were gone too. I was alone. 

A large rock loomed over me, and past it I could see that the sky was half lit as the sun was about to rise. I was feeling woozy and confused as I sat up in my bed roll. I was hot and sweaty and breathing heavily. I moved my hand down between my legs. Even in my leather pants, I could feel that my crotch was soaking wet and sticky with my juices. 




Orc Bait 04



My arousal was rapidly fading as I remembered that my party was dead. They had left me alone in this world. I was filled with overwhelming sadness. 

What in the seven hells was that? A dream? It was not like any dream I had ever had. Everything I just experienced had actually happened. It wasn't just a memory--I relived it. It all felt so real. All the sights, smells, sounds, tastes and feelings. And being joined with Sierra. It was amazing, but now she had been taken away from me again and I felt so hollow and empty. 

I tried to shake the haze from my mind as I unsteadily got to my feet. I leaned against the rock and surveyed the area around me. The birds began to stir in the trees and sing songs to assert their territory. Nothing was out of the ordinary in the immediate area around the small forest clearing. The place I had chosen to get a few hours rest before sunrise, after trekking through the forest for half the night. 

My pulse and breathing were gradually steadying. I still tried to make sense of what happened to me. It was a dream, a flashback that was so vivid. That was the last night I spent with my party. It happened not too far away. It was six years and three months ago. The night before the twin full moons, just as tonight would be. We all fucked like soldiers who may not be returning from battle...and most of us didn't.

The death of my party had wounded me deeply. For a while after, I didn't want to carry on. I started drinking heavily and getting into all sorts of trouble. I attended a Feloran temple in a drunken stupor and loudly demanded the Gods tell me why I wasn't killed with my party. But I never got an answer. 

After I slept it off in a gaol cell, I envisioned Cordelia coming to me. She told me that the Gods wanted me to live because they had another purpose for me. I prayed to the Gods for guidance as to what that purpose might be, but again, the Assholes gave me nothing.

I became aware that no one in the land even knew how close the kingdom had come to being plunged into darkness, misery and bloodshed. No one knew the ultimate sacrifice Sierra, Cordelia and Strafe had made for their peace and safety. They were quickly forgotten. 

So I gave myself a purpose. I decided that I had survived so that I could tell their story. I would see that my partys' sacrifice would be acknowledged. They would be honored and remembered as the heroes they were. For that, I needed money. When the King announced a bounty on orc ears, I saw it as fate stepping in to help me achieve my purpose. 

Then I encountered a certain chaotic evil witch. She bound me and molested me, left me to be gang-raped by a horde of orcs. Cast a potent arousal charm on my leathers without my knowledge. Then she just left me behind, with a small fortune in orc ears.

I sought revenge, with the help of an old friend--Duane the summoner wizard. I humiliated her, and ravaged and defiled her body, the way she did to me. But I let her live. I'm not adverse to killing. As long as they were evil or wild and were likely to harm myself or others. Aerowyn certainly fit that description. I have no reservations killing an orc for two hundred gold. I should have killed the witch for what she did to me.

I told myself it was because she had spared me. She could have easily killed me without consequence, but didn't. Even after I swore I would get revenge. To be honest with myself, it was also because I was infatuated with the hot little half-elf. She was evil, callous, deviant, unpredictable and dangerous. Yet there was something about her that drove me wild, and I don' t think it was just her arousal and orgasm spells. 

She was a beautiful mage who gave me raw magical pleasure. Perhaps I was seeking what I had with Sierra. 

That was a strange thought. She was nothing like Sierra. Sierra was a good-hearted person, with empathy, understanding and tolerance of others. She had amazing charisma and could get just about anybody to like her and listen to her. She was calm and rational and wise. Aerowyn was pretty much the opposite of that. So why did I find her so attractive?

I discovered that Aerowyn was seeking to complete the ritual that my party died stopping six years ago. She wanted to become immortal and create and unstoppable undead army. It became clear to me. That was my purpose--I was supposed to have killed her. Due to my weakness, my infatuation, I let her live. Perhaps my ordeal at Ulrich was punishment from the Gods for my failure. 

And now I had one last chance to stop her.

I let out a loud sigh as I leaned back on the rock. I really wished I had my party there with me. I had sent word to Duane, at Kabores' Tower, but there's not telling if he would be able to get there in time. I wasn't going to count on it. So it was up to me to stop her. And time was running out. 

I drank some water from a bladder, and splashed some on my face. I let out a yawn. The little stop-off didn't leave me as rested as I hoped. I felt like I had been up having vigorous sex. I had a rejuvenation potion in my pack, but I would save that until I was closer to my destination. I rolled up my bed roll tightly and stashed it into my pack. The sky continued to brighten as the sun started to peak over the horizon. The birds around me were getting noisier. 

As is my usual routine when in the wilderness, I started making a mental list of possible dangers in this area. Wolves, bears, kobolds, poisonous snakes, bandits. Orcs, though they were less likely this deep into the kingdom. None of them seemed likely to threaten me. No, it was a trap or ambush from the witch as I got close to my destination, that was more likely. She was expecting me, she invited me to follow her to the ruins. I couldn't figure out why she would do that, other than her planning to torment me some more. 

Soon I was heading off, striding through the forest as the sun slowly rose. I had a pressed grain bar and some dried fruit, which I nibbled on as I walked. I didn't have time for any hunting, so I relied on the rations I bought before leaving Ulrich. They were nearly depleted. 

I was tired and stiff from the relentless pace I kept up for the last few days. I could have acquired a horse for the journey, but I decided to take the more direct route, cutting through thick overgrown woods, rocky ravines and across a rushing river that a horse would never be able to make. 

I could feel my sticky juices at my crotch in my leather pants. I would find a stream to quickly clean myself on the way. I got thinking about Strafes' big thrusting cock, and my pussy was tingling. Damn it, there goes my cursed leathers again.

They had been taken from me in Ulrich, while I was locked in the pillory. I didn't have time to shop around for suitable light armor. I wanted my studded leathers back, even knowing that Aerowyn had put an arousal enchantment on them. It wasn't difficult to track down the street thug rapist, Sticky Gabbel. And it wasn't difficult to beat the shit out of him and make him tell me where he sold my armor. I left him and his cohorts tied together naked in the market square. It was probably too much to expect that they might have learned a lesson. I should have taken their balls.

I had recovered my good quality studded leathers. They were comfortable and familiar and offered a decent amount of protection for light armor. But thanks to Aerowyn, they also made me horny most of the time. It was just her twisted way of messing with me. It was distracting, but I could handle it. Sierra had taught me useful meditation techniques. I focused on my breathing and cleared my mind, trying not to think about Strafes' wonderful cock, or Cordelias' silky pussy. I needed to focus on my task.

***

Around mid morning, after a few hours of walking through the forest, I had come to the traveler's road. I had hoped that Aerowyn had followed the road all the way around, and I had made up some ground on her with my shortcut. I doubted I would be ahead of her though. 

It really wasn't much of a road, more of a trail around this part. Two worn dirt tracks surrounded by thick green grass. It wound closely to the forest, with the tall trees on one side and the sweeping grasslands on the other. I looked both ways down the road, there was no sign of anyone. Clouds were gathering in the sky and muting the sun. I hoped it wouldn't rain.

The road lead from the farmlands around the Urial River and Ulrich City to the small town of Wiltson. It was hardly a trading hub. So the road was used infrequently. I had traveled down this road last time, with my party, so I was familiar with it. I started following it north at a brisk pace.

The sun continued to rise as I walked, and had reached its peak over my head. I regularly checked behind me for anyone coming up the road, but I had not seen any other travelers. I was feeling hungry again, so decided to make a brief stop.

I found a shady area near the road where I briefly rested, ate and masturbated. None of it was really enough to satisfy my bodies' needs. Soon I was heading north along the road again. I kept up a fast pace. Each hour that passed brought me closer to my fate. I couldn't help feeling apprehension over what was to come. I simply couldn't fail. 

Only a couple of hours had passed since my little lunch break, when I suddenly stopped. I could hear something ahead. I cupped my hands around my ears to help focus my hearing. There were growls and scuffles that I could just make out. Wild beasts, I immediately thought that it could be a bear or wolves, that were common to the area.

I cautiously made my way forward with bow in hand. Soon I saw something on the road ahead. It looked like a large body on the ground, with some movement around it. As I got closer, I saw that it was a pack of wolves, scuffling around a large dead animal. The wolves were unlikely to be there if there were people in the area. Living people anyway. 

I pulled an arrow from my quiver and notched it. I lined up the animal carcass. It was far away, I needed to aim high. I loosed the arrow into the air. I counted five seconds before it came down into large body. The wolves feasting on it were startled and quickly turned and ran off into the woods yelping. They were obviously wary of hunters around here. 

I approached the scene, and saw that it was a dead horse. I became aware that there were more bodies close by--human bodies. I counted six, and they all appeared to be male, strewn about between the trees and the road. I walked among them, scanning the area around me. They appeared to be bandits, from the crude leather and mail armor they were wearing, and the basic weapons lying nearby. They were certainly dead, though I could see no blood or visible wounds. 

The horse had light grey fur. I could see where the wolves had ripped open its hide around the underside and haunches. Torn flesh, organs and intestines spilled out. The ground beneath it was stained with blood. It wasn't the wolves that killed it though. Along with my arrow sticking out from the top of it, there were another two in its neck. 

I approached the carcass and got a firm hold of my arrow before yanking it out. Blood dripped from the sharp arrowhead. The flesh of the horse appeared fresh. I knew that wolves only ate fresh kills, unless they were starved. The horse had died earlier today. 

The men too. Curiously, the wolves didn't seem to have taken a bite out of any of the humans. A possible reason suddenly came to me--poison. I looked at the horse again. I never saw Aerowyns' horse, but I remembered spotting fine grey hair on her robes. Hairs that could match this horse. I squatted down next to one of the dead bandits and rolled up his pants around his lower leg. I could see several small puncture wounds on his hairy skin. Thornbite--Aerowyn did kill him.

I stood up and played out the scenario in my head. Aerowyn was traveling down the road on her horse earlier today. The bandits were waiting in the trees here to ambush her. They shot arrows into her horse, bringing it down. She took them all out with her magical poison.

I surveyed the area around me again, looking for any signs of the witch. I walked over to the horse and checked the ground. There were a lot of wolf tracks, it was too difficult to identify anything else. There was a broken potion bottle nearby. I picked up a piece and sniffed it, it had the distinct unpleasant aroma of a healing potion. The stuff tasted horrible, but had saved my life quite a few times. I had one in my pack. I continued searching the ground thoroughly, moving outwards from the dead animal. The grass also made it difficult to find tracks.

I found something in a patch of dirt near the tree line. A boot print that was smaller than mine. It wouldn't have belonged to any of the men. I squatted down and examined it. The tracks were leading into the woods. Her right foot was dragging. She had been hurt. I smiled. This could be a fortunate turn of events for me. The witch had gone off to a less exposed area to heal herself. I could track her down and end this. 

I felt a surge of vivacity as I stood again. I followed the tracks into the forest, holding my bow and arrow in front of me. A short way into the forest, I saw that Aerowyns' tracks met up with the larger, heavier tracks of the bandits. Of course, the bandits may have had a camp nearby. She was heading there, probably hoping to find another horse.

The multiple tracks of the bandits were easy to follow. I continued on with a balance of haste and caution. Even if Aerowyn was injured, I didn't want to get into trouble underestimating her. She had just killed half a dozen armed men.

I made my way through the forest for a short while. I saw the canvas tents and horses through the trees from some distance away. I stealthily made my way closer to the camp. It was close to rocky stream, there were three tents set up around a fire pit. Four horses were tied up to trees near the stream. After getting into position behind some large rocks, I peeked over and saw her. Her distinctive blood-red hair and green mage robes. 

Aerowyn was sitting on a tree stump in the middle of the camp, eating what looked like a green loopfruit, which I knew was poisonous. She didn't appear to be nursing an injury, so I guessed she had already healed herself. The witch looked up and was surveying the forest around her. I ducked back down behind the rock. This was good, she didn't know I was there. It was my opportunity to take her out with an arrow. I could have hit her from that range, but I decided to move closer for a better shot. 

My heart was thudding strongly in my chest as I stayed low and silently moved from cover to cover, working my way closer to the camp. I got behind a broad tree trunk and notched my arrow. Peeking around the tree, I could see Aerowyn still sitting there in the middle of the camp, unaware of my presence.

This was it. I steadied my breathing and planted my feet firmly. I raised my bow in front of me and lined up her head. She brought the fruit to her mouth and took another bite, a juicy chunk fell down. As I loosed the arrow, she bent over to wipe the chunk off her robes. The arrow whooshed over her head, tossing up her hair.

Aerowyn yelped in surprise and leaped to her feet. I swore and notched another arrow as quickly as I could. I quickly shot it off, aiming for central mass. The arrow reflected off a hastily erected magical shield. I was already loading another arrow and loosed it, but that was reflected as well.

"Rohme?!" Aerowyn called out. "Is that you?"

I cursed under my breath. I had given away my position. I scrambled to the side, staying low behind the thick bushes. The witch came forward to the tree line. "Damn, Rohme! you nearly killed me." I took cover behind a large fallen tree, and placed my bow and quiver on the ground, they weren't doing me any good now. I quietly drew my steel shortsword from its sheath at my waist. 

Aerowyn came forward into the woods, toward the position where I had shot at her. "I'm glad you're here, Lover. Let's not fight. Come out and we'll talk. Promise I won't hurt you." I was slowly moving around, keeping low through the thick underbrush. I needed to get close to kill her.

Aerowyn stood at the tree and looked around, "Rohme, where did you go? Come out and say hello." I gripped my sword as I quietly edged closer from behind. Then I suddenly lunged at her with my sword raised high, intending to swing it down hard into her skull. The witch quickly turned and threw a ball of green light into me. The magic missile hit me hard in the torso and threw me back onto the ground, knocking the wind out of me. 

I growled at the dull pain. I knew right away it was just a hard knock and didn't do any real damage. I still gripped my sword as I quickly scrambled to my feet. Aerowyn was standing calmly in front of me. "Stop it Rohme. I don't want to fight you."

"Then just stand there and let me kill you."

"No. Now, put down that snake!"

Snake? I looked down and was surprised to see that I was holding a black viper in my hand. It was reeling its head back, getting ready to strike me. I gripped my sword hilt firmly. Mages had tried that trick on me before. It was only an illusion. "I'm going to ram this snake through your heart Aerowyn."

She smirked, and the snake morphed back into my steel blade. As I got ready to lunge at her again, I felt strong tugging at my leg. I looked down and saw that one of her damned green vines had wrapped around my ankle and had me tangled. I quickly slashed my sword down hard, cutting myself free. 

Several more vines rose up from the ground. I slashed my sword about, furiously hacking at the magical vines that were threatening to take hold of me. I turned and came at Aerowyn again and there was a blinding flash in my face. I was suddenly plunged into a world of darkness and silence. It was distressing, but I managed to keep my footing and slashed my sword in wide arcs where I thought she was. 

A hard blow struck me again and I was knocked backwards onto the ground. Vines immediately started wrapping themselves around my arms and legs. I yanked my sword arm forcefully against the vine and managed to pull free. Then I started hacking blindly. I struggled and slashed against the magical vines for a short while, until I was able to pull myself up. 

My sight was slowly starting to return to me as I blinked rapidly. I could see basic shapes again. I saw the shape of the half-elf in front of me. I charged at her again. She threw another magic missile, and it hit my shoulder, but I kept coming. It was hard to judge how close she was with my compromised vision and my body slammed into her, knocking us both to the ground. 

Aerowyn cried out as she wrestled against me, but I was on top of her and was physically stronger. She must have finally exhausted her magic power. I was able to pin her arms above her head and put my blade to her throat. She grit her teeth as she looked up at me. Her wet red hair was clinging to her youthful face. I could see the fear in her mismatched green and hazel eyes. "Rohme, don't! You need me!"

I almost felt sorry for her, but I steeled myself for what had to be done. "I need to kill you Aerowyn. I can't let you complete that ritual."

She look up into my eyes, "Oh, you've got it wrong, Rohme. I have come to stop the ritual, just like you."

"Liar! You're just trying to buy some time."

"Then why would I invite you to follow me here? Why wouldn't I just kill you when I had the chance? I told you before--we make a good team. Now we have to work together to stop this. It's how it has to be."

"I know you're a lying manipulative bitch. You told me yourself; all any mage wants is more power. You want to gain the demonic power and rule over an undead army."




Orc Bait 04



"I've been trying to gain power so that I could stop this. I have known it was coming for some time. And, no, I don't want to become a creature of the night. The demonic taint would change me. It would take over. I wouldn't be my lovable self any more."

I pressed my blade into her neck and she squealed. "Words are not going to save you, Witch. I spared you once, I'm not going to make that mistake again."

She looked calmly into my eyes. There was something in the way she looked at me. It took me back to the temple six years ago. It was the same serene look Sierra had given me as the stonework came crashing down around us. Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It seemed she was accepting her fate. I gripped my sword and got ready to end her. I would make it quick.

Her mouth started moving slightly, and I could hear a faint whisper. Was she saying a prayer? No, and incantation! "No!" I cried out. Then I felt the pressure suddenly build in my head. Dizziness overcame me and the world around me became a blur. Fear suddenly gripped my mind, as well as anger...and lust. I was taken somewhere else...

...

I was sitting in the grass, under the shade of a tree. A beautiful woman with long red hair was nearby talking to a large round man. I pulled at a thin creeper vine that was growing up the tree and let it run through my fingers. My hands were so small and pale.

The grass nearby was moving. Then a long dark shape slithered out toward me. The round black eyes bore into me. Its thin red tongue was flicking out of its pointed head. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I reached forward and wrapped my hand around its slender body. The small smooth scales felt exquisite pressed into my soft skin. I lifted the animal off the ground and held it in front of me. Its shiny black eyes were almost hypnotic as they stared into me. Then, quick as a flash, the pointed head struck at my arm. I felt the sharp pain and saw the two red dots on my pale skin, but I didn't make a sound. I was too much in awe of the magnificent creature.

I was only scared when the nearby woman looked down at me and screamed out, "Aerowyn!" I dropped the snake and it quickly slithered away. The woman rushed over and gathered me in her arms. I could sense her terror and panic as she ran off carrying me in her arms, even if I didn't understand it. 

...

I was walking down a dirt road in quaint coastal village. I became aware of someone coming up behind me. Suddenly I was pushed hard from behind, it sent me tumbling into a muddy puddle. "Hahaha, watch your step there, Half-breed!"

My shock quickly turned to anger as I glared up at the three boys standing over me. They looked to be around eight years old. The ringleader was a pudgy light brown-haired boy with a fair face covered in freckles. 

"You stupid jerks!" I spat out angrily.

They all just laughed at me. "Where's your daddy, Half-breed? Is he off eating daisies?"

"Maybe he's off getting more human women pregnant. Dirty elf!"

"Where's your daddy, Colvin?" I growled back. "Passed out drunk somewhere?"

His freckled face twitched at hearing that, "Shut the hell up, you little pointy eared freak!" He stepped forward and kicked more mud over me. The others laughed and joined in. I covered my face as the flecks of mud and dirty water splattered over me.

"Hey, stop it!" I heard someone call out. A blonde girl, who was around eight as well, came marching up to the boys. "Just leave her alone, you bullies."

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it, Jo-Jo?"

"I'll tell my father. He has warned you not to pick on her."

"Oh, look at miss high-and-mighty chiefs' daughter. You better run along or we'll put you in the mud with the half-breed."

She took a step closer to him, looking into his eyes, "You just try it then, Colvin."

The boy just stared at her for a moment with a sour look on his face, then he turned away from her. "Come on, let's go," he said to the other boys. "Only 'cause we got better things to do than hang around with ugly girls."

"Cowards," said the girl, watching them leave. She turned back to me, "Are you okay, Aerowyn?" She stepped forward and extended her hand to me to help me up.

She looked beautiful, looking down at me with the bright blue sky behind her. Her long golden hair and blue eyes. And there I was, on the ground covered in filth. My anger quickly faded. I gave her a big smile. 

...

There was thick vegetation and tall trees all around me. I peered through the bushes at the human female ranger, who had her bow drawn and was aiming it in my direction. She was standing at the entrance of a ruined crumbling fort. The area was strangely familiar. I had a strong feeling of deja vu.

"Who's there?" she called out. "Come out where I can see you."

She appeared to be quite attractive. I decided to go and introduce myself. I came out with my hands up in front of me, "It's okay, I don't mean you any harm."

She looked me over with her intense dark eyes. I could tell she was sizing me up, I could also tell that she liked what she saw. I was studying her as well. Nut brown skin, an attractive face with medium-length straight brown hair. She had a nice shapely body with large breasts filling out her tight studded leather armor. A smile crossed my lips, I also liked what I saw.

"Who are you?" she asked. She obviously didn't appreciate the intrusion, and was very wary of me. As she should be. But I could tell by looking at her that she was no novice. 

"I'm Aerowyn, and you are?"

"Rohme."

"Well met, Rohme. That was fun, wasn't it? We took out all those smelly orcs. We make a good team."

"No, not well met. No, we're not a team. These are my orcs. I had them well scouted out before you came barging in here. Get the hell out of here. Now!"

"Look, I understand you're still a little fired up from the battle, but I'm not your enemy."

"What kind of mage are you, Aerowyn?"

"Just a beginner really. Just a girl starting out down the long, long road of knowledge."

"Did you come in on horseback?" 

"Yes, I rode in on my faithful steed Jester. He's somewhere nearby."

"I didn't hear a horse coming."

"A simple spell, to silence my horse."

She nodded down at the dead orcs, "What did you do to them?"

"Thornbite. Deadly magical poison. Effective."

"Right...How old are you Aerowyn?"

"Sixty-four."

She seemed a little surprised, but looked me over closely again, before saying, "Half-elf."

"Yes, that's right. And I'm guessing you're a ranger."

"Just an orc hunter...One who works alone. I was going to take those orcs out by myself."

"But luckily you didn't have to. I helped you kill them, so let's split their ears, fifty-fifty. What do you say?"

She still had her bow drawn and her arrow aimed at my head. "I say get the hell out of here. Now! They're my orcs and you're not getting a single ear, Witch."

She looked like she might be the do-gooder type, I quickly thought up a sob-story, "Come on. I need the money to help my dying uncle. He's a good man, and he can't afford to see a healer. I need to help him. I need those ears."

"Then go hunt your own ears. These are mine."

I stared coldly into her eyes, "Are you sure you want to be greedy about this?" I took a breath and let my magical power build. It took a lot of intensive training to learn to cast spells without incantation or gesture, but like a fast viper, I didn't want my enemies to see my strikes coming.

She visually tensed, "Just go! Don't give me any trouble now girl, I will have an arrow in your head before you can cast a spell."

"Who says I haven't already cast a spell?" 

She squealed as my thorny venomous vine wrapped around her ankle. I got a fright as her arrow shot past my head. I could feel the displaced air on my face. She was quickly notching another arrow, but was starting to look dizzy. She dropped to her knees, and then dropped her bow and was frantically trying to pull at the vine around her leg. She dropped to ground, I could see that she was fighting it, but it would do her no good. Her eyes closed and she was completely still.

I hoped I didn't kill her. I quite liked her. I squatted down and checked her pulse in her neck. Her heart was still beating strongly. Good, all that practice controlling the dose of my venom payed off. No harm done, she would just be unconscious for a while.

I looked over her shapely body sprawled on the ground and smiled. It will be fun binding her and having my way with her, getting the hot bitch off. I couldn't take too much time though, the orcs we killed were just an advance scout party. There would be more orcs coming.

Then a wicked idea came to me, and I smiled broadly.

...

I was at the markets in the village, purchasing various potion ingredients, when a boy approached me. Colvin, with his light brown hair and freckles. Only now he was taller and older, around sixteen or so.

"Hello Aerowyn," he said, smiling.

"What do you want?"

He held up a bunch of red flowers, "I picked these for you."

I frowned at him, "What, do you want to see if I'll eat them?"

He shook his head, "No, I just thought they were pretty, like you. The color reminded me of your hair." He held them out for me to take. 

I slowly reached out and took them, being careful not to touch his sweaty hand. I still looked at him suspiciously. The flowers didn't seem very pretty to me.

He smiled as I took them, and was looking me over. "Do you like them?"

"Amathecia Laxa, the pollen can be used in basic endurance potions. Though cordyline pollen is usually better."

"Oh...You're into potions and things? That's interesting. I like potions. Hey, you have elf blood, can you do real magic?"

"...maybe. And elves don't really eat flowers, you know."

"Sure...I know that...Would you like to come for a walk with me?"

"No," I said, turning away. 

"Uh, okay. Another time then. It was nice talking to you Aerowyn."

I walked away from him. That conversation was very strange to me. At least he wasn't pushing me in the mud.

...

I was in the middle of the village at night time. People were standing all around, staring at me. I couldn't move my arms, I was tied to a stake. A large pile of wood was stacked under me. The village people were agitated, hurling insults and abuse.

"Burn the Witch!"

"Go back to hell, Devils' Whore!"

"Red Monster!"

A large man with short sandy blonde hair and beard stood before me with a grim look on his face. "It's a good thing your mother hasn't lived to see what you have become, witch. It would have broken her heart. You have always been different, and we have accepted you in our community. There were always rumors about you. Now you show your evil black heart..."

He looked down the ground, his face in shadow, "She liked you, she always stood up for you. And you acted as her friend. Why did you murder my daughter? And the Colvin boy? Snuffing them out with your demonic poisons. Why?!"

I stood there, staring at him coolly and staying silent.

The village chief clenched his fists as he looked up at me again. "It doesn't matter. There is only one way to handle an evil murderous witch; purification by fire."

He nodded to another man nearby, who pulled a burning torch from a brazier. Fear rose within me as I watched the burning torch in his hand, but I was determined not to show it. The man approached me with the flaming torch. The chief spoke out loudly, "By the laws of the village, you're to be put to death for demonic witchcraft and murder. May you continue to burn in the deepest layers of hell." 

The torch was brought down to wood stacked beneath me. Soon the flames took hold and began to spread through the wood. Intense fear gripped me as I started to feel the heat. I had accepted my fate, but this was going to be an agonizing horrible way to die. 

Someone yelled out, "Burn, witch, burn!" The flames grew and danced about me. The smoke was stinging my eyes. The heat on my legs was starting to hurt. Suddenly, there was a blast of icy cold air. It was strong, and felt like it would blow me away. It sent a chill right through me. I closed my eyes and heard the people around me yelling out in surprise.

The cold wind stopped. When I opened my eyes, the flames were gone. I heard a horse galloping toward me. People were crying out and scampering away in confusion as gusts of icy wind blew all around them.

"Gods save us. It's a demon!" someone yelled out.

I looked at the horseman, He was riding a light grey horse and wearing elaborately decorated blue mage robes. He wore a finely crafted silver helm and silver mail armor under his robes. There was a shiny rod in his hand.

The chief came forward, holding a steel sword. A few other village men stood behind him, holding weapons. "Who are you, and what do you want, mage?"

"I have come for the girl."

"The witch has murdered my daughter and another young man. You can have her ashes."

He hopped down from his horse with remarkable grace, and stood before them. I could see that he stood a foot shorter than the chief. "No. She will not die tonight. I will take her away and you will never see her again. Put your weapons down and step aside, I do not wish to harm anybody."

The chief raised his blade in front of him. "By the laws of this Kingdom, she will die tonight. Try to stop us, and you will join her."

The mage kept staring at him evenly, "Unacceptable." He raised his rod and strong icy winds whipped up around him. The men all cried out and charged him with their weapons raised. I watched from my pyre as he blasted them with powerful magical energy. The blasts seemed to be incapacitating them, and not doing any serious harm. 

The chief swung his sword and the mage was skilfully parrying with his rod. He cast a spell that made the sword glow briefly, then turn white. When the chief swung at him again, the mage swung his rod and shattered the blade to pieces, like it were a glass bottle. The chief cried out in surprise, and then an invisible force knocked him to the ground.

I was amazed. This mage was very powerful. What did he want with me? He removed his silver helm, and I saw that he had long white hair and pointed elven ears. He went and stood over the chief, who was on the ground groaning. "I am sorry that you lost your daughter...but I will not lose mine." 

I gasped as he looked up at me, "Father?!"

...

I was in a large gloomy room. It appeared to be an inn of some kind. Tables and chairs and broken bottles were scattered about. The bodies of four men in red robes were lying on the floor. Their blood was leaking out onto the wooden floorboards. 

I walked amongst them, "Hmph, Witch Hunters...You're not very good at your jobs. You thought your poison resistance would keep you safe?" I looked over at the barrels in the corner and walked over.

There was a red-robed man hiding behind them. He was short and skinny, with closely cropped hair and beady eyes. He looked up me with a terrified expression, "Gaah! Don't kill me!"

"Why not?"

"I'm not with those men."

"Then why are you dressed like them?"

"Okay, I was with those men, but I'm not a witch hunter. I'm nobody!"

I screwed my face up in disgust. "You're pathetic. I'll just put you out of your misery."

"No, please! I don't want to die," he begged.

"What's your name, Worm?"

"It...it's Penridge."

"Penridge, get up and loot those bodies for me. Gather all their weapons and magical items. You will carry them to Trujillo to sell. And I warn you, if you so much as look at me the wrong way, you will suffer a slow painful death."

"Yes, of course...thank you, I will serve you well...Mistress."

I smiled. Mistress, I liked the sound of that.

...

I stepped through the barbican and into castle grounds. Through the thick green poisonous fog, I could see several armoured guardsmen sprawled on the ground. A steel bolt came at me at high speed, but was deflected off my magic shield. It was quickly followed by another. I saw the crossbowmen up on the wall, frantically reloading their weapons. 

I focused my power and my thornbite vines burst out from the wall. The men cried out in surprise as they were entangled. The vines snaked their way into the crevices of their armor and the thorns punctured their skin, injecting their venom. They soon fell to the ground dead.

Then a powerful magic blast Exploded on my shield. The force of the impact knocked me off my feet. Strong icy winds started blowing through the courtyard, blowing away my poisonous fog and sending a painful chill right through me. An elven wizard floated down through the air and settled on the ground in front of me as I picked myself up.

The mage was sending a volley of icy blasts at my shield, and I didn't know how long it would hold out. I focused my power and sent my thornbite vines after him. His powerful magic froze and shattered them. I threw magic missiles at him, but they missed their target as he flew toward me. 

He flew right into me and slammed me into the stone wall behind me. I cried out as the impact went through my whole body. The wizard held me against the wall and stared into my eyes. "Is that the best you can do, witch?"

I looked back into his cool grey eyes, "You know I wasn't trying to kill you, father."

He released me and stood back, but didn't avert his piercing gaze. "You are still far too reckless, Aerowyn. Have you learned nothing in your years?"

"I think I've learned a great deal."

"You turned on your coven, attacked Kabore, and now you're crazy enough to assault the Kings' castle on your own? Do you want to get yourself killed? You have an important destiny, Aerowyn, but the gods can not save you from your own insanity!"

I smiled at him, "Crazy times call for crazy actions, father."

"Why do you continue to torment her?"

"Who?"

"You know you are going to need her help."

"You didn't stop the King from putting her in the pillory."

"That was necessary. You didn't have to go ...causing mischief."

"I was making a point. Besides; she's the kind of girl who goes for that kind of rough play."

"How do you expect me to convince her to join you in overthrowing this evil after what you have done to her?"

"Just tell her that I'm the one who seeks to complete the ritual. I'm the one who needs to be stopped. She will believe that, and she will come."

"And she may kill you."

"She won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I will handle it, okay?"

"This is not a game, Aerowyn. Everything has lead up to this, and there is so much at stake."

"Yes, yes. The day of reckoning is upon us, and all that."

"Are you ready for it? ...Is she?"

"We have to be."

The elven wizard nodded solemnly. He pulled a couple of items out from the satchel slung around his shoulder. He handed me a leather bound book, "The rangers' book. It holds the location of the temple ruins." Then he held out a shiny blue stone, "This teleportation stone will get you away from here. You must not linger. I will send the ranger after you. Be careful." 

I took both items off him, "Very well, wish me luck."

"May good fortune accompany you, and the gods watch over you."

I stepped forward and felt the weight of the stone in my hand. I also felt the magic power emanating from it. "Wait." I heard the elf call behind me.

I turned to him, and he stepped forward and put his arms around me. I was taken a little off guard, and reluctantly wrapped my arms around him as well. "Return to me, my daughter." I forced myself to hold back a tear.

...

I was lying on my back on the hard ground. I opened my eyes and saw the blue sky and the treetops above me. There was someone on top of me, touching and kissing my body. I could feel the hot arousal burning deep within me. 




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I looked down and saw the fiery red hair and green mage robes. Aerowyn?! ...Who was I? I felt utter disorientation and confusion along with the overpowering lust. She looked at me with a confused expression as she panted heavily. 

Then she came forward and pressed her lips into mine and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, feeling the heat within me burning even hotter. Her hands were on my tits, groping and squeezing them, and it felt wonderful. I moved my arms up and grabbed her forcefully. 

I could feel the firm breasts and leather texture of my jerkin in my hands as well as the intensified sensations of the kiss. It was very difficult to think straight, but it occurred to me that I was feeling what Aerowyn was feeling. I was linked with her, just like I was with Sierra. We stopped kissing and found ourselves both gasping for air. 

The half-elf looked into my eyes, "Rohme...Your leathers...they're driving me wild!" The arousal charm she had placed on my leathers was affecting her, and in return, I was feeling her heightened arousal. It made the affect much more potent for both of us. 

I felt fingers fervently rubbing along my wet cunt. I looked down and saw that it was Aerowyn rubbing her own pussy, and I was feeling it. Her fingers pushed inside, and we both moaned loudly. It felt so good, it was what our bodies were aching for. I forcefully groped at her tight body and she leaned down and started kissing and sucking at my neck. 

It felt so amazing, I was getting lost in the carnal lust. But there was something niggling at the back of my mind. I took a deep breath and tried to come to my senses. I pushed Aerowyn off me and then slapped her hard in the face. She squealed in surprise, and I felt the hard stinging on my cheek. Her fingers pulled out from her wet cunt as I rolled over on top of her. She lay under me panting and looked at me questioningly.

"What did you do to me, Witch?!...I...I was you!"

"And I was you, Rohme...I linked our minds, joined us as one...But we were drawn into each others memories somehow. I didn't expect that. I don't fully understand it myself."

"I saw that you were telling the truth. I won't kill you, Aerowyn. Now break the link!"

The half-elf squirmed beneath me, "Nnnngh...We both need to get off." 

I could feel the charged magical power building within me. "No, wait!" 

Her hand came to my crotch, which was soaking wet under my leather pants. The magic was released into my body as a strong surge. My pussy convulsed wildly as I was hit with a powerful orgasm. We both screamed in unison as pulsing waves of carnal pleasure surged through us.

...

My heart was thudding strongly in my chest. Adrenaline was surging through me. I was afraid. I was indoors, completely naked and lying on a soft bed on my back. My pale slender legs were spread apart, and between them was the attractive brown-skinned ranger. She was naked too, her large round breasts hung from her chest. There was also a large brown cock poking out from her groin. That was what had me frightened.

"Eeeek, No wait!" I cried out. "We'll pleasure your new...appendage, but just calm down. Go easy, please!" 

"Sure, I'll go as easy on you as the orcs went on me." She got hold of her cock and started rubbing the head along my slit. She was going to violate me. I had to do something. I was feeling quite drained, but focused on gathering my power to cast a spell.

"No you don't!" My magical thorny vine wrapped around her leg, injecting its venom. I didn't want to kill her, just make her pass out again. But this time it wasn't affecting her. She reached forward and twisted my nipple. Intense pain shot through me and I cried out. "Call it off!" she growled at me.

"Eeek! Okay, okay!!" I made the vine unwrap from her leg and dissipated the spell.

She let go of my nipple and thrust her hand in front of my face. "Didn't you notice my new ring? Greater Ring of Poison Resistance. It was the first thing I bought with my ear money." 

I looked at her coldly through teary eyes, "I got myself a tower, and you're a guest here. Behave yourself!" 

"Sorry. I can't help myself, you drive me wild." 

She got hold of her cock again and pressed it into my slit. I wasn't going to let this bitch rape me. I bent forward and grabbed the organ. I cast a pleasure surge from my hand. 

"Ughh ...Uh ...Oooh Gods!" she cried out. I made her pass out from multiple orgasm before, I was trying to do it again. But I had cast too much and my magical power was nearly depleted.

Sweat rolled down my forehead and I strained as I cast another surge. It wasn't powerful enough to get her off. I knew I was spent, I wouldn't be able to cast any more magic until I had recovered.

She pushed me, and I flopped back down on the bed. That was my last hope, now I was exhausted and at her mercy. The voluptuous ranger looked down at me and gave me a wicked smile, "Thanks for that Baby. That felt fucking great. Now it's time for your nice little puss to get me off."

I could feel the blunt head of the cock prodding into my slit once again. She split my lips apart and sunk her thick organ into my body. I cried out at the painful violation. It felt huge. It thrust its way forward until it was wedged deep inside me. My sensitive insides were stretched around the big invader. 

"Owwwllll!! Aaaah Fuck! It's too big!" I cried out. She pulled pack slowly and then pushed it in deep again. I could see through my teary eyes that she had a look of bliss on her face as she slowly pushed and pulled the big organ into me. My stretched pussy was slippery and moist from previous activity. 

She soon began to speed up her thrusts. The vigorous rubbing on my sensitive flesh was too much for me to take, but I was helpless to do anything, pinned beneath her. I cried out in anguish as my body was mercilessly violated.

The brown-skinned ranger was on top of me, continually slapping her hard cock down into me. Her large breasts bounced up and down as she fucked. She was hot and sweaty, gasping and moaning with pleasure.

She stopped thrusting and wedged her big rod in so deep that I could feel her pubic hair scratching at my crotch, and the bulbous head prodding into my womb. I could feel the organ throbbing inside me, and she was moaning loudly. She was getting off, and it made me angry.

I was angry that I allowed myself to be defeated and humiliated like this. I grit my teeth as I looked into her eyes, "Take it out now."

She didn't. She just smiled and moved her hand down to my crotch and started gently rubbing her fingers around my clit. It sent strong tingling sensations through me and soon had me gasping and letting out soft moans. Then she was slowly moving her cock back and forth in my violated pussy.

"Uh, yeah! You like that don't you, bitch?" She teased. "You really love my big cock, you little Kurv." 

She kept at it, and the stimulation was starting to feel good. She slowly increased her pace as she fucked me. I could feel my little pussy getting wetter. The bitch was getting me off. She had me gasping and moaning loudly. She stopped rubbing my clit and grabbed my legs and started ramming her cock in hard and deep. 

The intense pleasure was quickly building deep inside me. Soon I was crying out, "Uh ...Uh ...Uh ...Ugh ...Oh Fuck! ...Oh Fuck!" She fucked me hard as I came and writhed about beneath her. She just kept on pounding me as my orgasm subsided. 

She held my legs tightly and there were the repetitive wet slapping sounds as she pumped me.

Pretty soon she slowed her thrusts and dropped down on top of me, pressing her hot sweaty body into mine. I barely responded as she kissed me around the lips, chin and neck. 

Her lusts still seemed to be fired up. I wondered how long she would keep at it.

...

The stone splashed through the shiny reflective surface of the pond. I was standing on the grass nearby with the white-haired elf. He spoke to me in his calm, tempered voice, "You see how those ripples emanate from where the pebble splashed, Aerowyn? Such are your actions, causing changes in the world around you. They cause other pebbles to fall, and the ripples are likely affect you in return, often in ways you can't anticipate. What happened to you at the village was a direct consequence of your actions."

"You know nothing of what happened at the village," I said bitterly.

"Because you won't tell me. Consequences have consequences, and so the pebbles continue to fall. True wisdom is giving thoughtful consideration to the consequences of your actions, even if you can't be sure what they will be."

"Yeah...I don't quite get what you're saying, father."

"Something for you to meditate on."

"Meditation is boring. When are you going to teach me something useful, like powerful combat spells?"

"When you are ready. You have much raw power and potential, but you are still young and brazen. You need to learn to reign in and control your impulsive human side. You are just a beginner, starting down the long road of knowledge."

"Peh, I may be more ready than you realize, old man."

"And I may be aware of more than you realize, young Aerowyn." He tossed another stone into the water, and its ripples moved over the surface. "Only the gods know where the pebbles will fall. But sometimes they may wish to impart that knowledge on us, for their own reasons. We can learn to better hear them when they do."

I considered that for a moment, "Are you saying that you can see the future?" 

"Sometimes, when the gods will it. And it gives us the power to change it. I saw you burn at the stake, Aerowyn. I watched you die. They wanted me to see it, and I believe they wanted me to stop it. I believe that the gods will want to show you the future, you only need to learn to listen."

"Really? I can learn to see the future too? Why would the gods want to show it to me?"

He turned to me and looked into my eyes, "Because, you have an important destiny, my daughter. "

...

I was walking along a dirt path, near a forest, at night. There were others with me, six women, all dressed in mage robes. We traveled silently in the night, using our magically aided night-vision.

We crested a hill and I stopped and looked out over the moon lit land. I could see an isolated tower on a hill in the distance. Faint light came from some of the lower windows. One of the women turned to me as the others walked on. "Don't fall behind, Aerowyn."

"We can take it, you know," I said, staring into the distance.

The other half-elf looked where I was staring. "Kabores' Tower? Why would we take it?"

"It would make a perfect home for the sisterhood. It's at an intersection of ley lines, our power would be heightened there."

"A company of strong golems guard the tower. Everyone knows that. And the old man is a formidable mage."

"We can defeat them if we work together, combine our power."

"You're crazy, Aerowyn. We don't need a tower. And even if we were able to kill the wizard, defeat his golems and take the tower, there would be consequences."

"You sound like my father."

"And he sounds wise. Now come on, we need to get to the site before Etton reaches her peak."

She turned and started walking briskly after the other witches. I caught up and walked beside her. "Why must we waste our time with these moon worshiping rituals. Don't get me wrong, I always enjoy getting naked with my coven sisters, but we need to be building our power. We need to be strong enough to stop what is coming."

The other half-elf witch let out a loud sigh, "Are you going to go on about your dreams again? None of the others share your views of the future. And gaining the Goddess Maras' favor is not a waste of time!"

"None of the others have my gift. Mara will not show up to fight for us on the day of reckoning. You are squandering what little time we have, High Priestess."

"Do you want to challenge me for leadership again, Aerowyn? Your fellow sisters do not want you in charge, they have made it known. If you don't like the way I do things, you can just leave us. Go and get yourself killed by Kabore. But if you want to stay, I will have no more of your insubordination and dangerous ideas. Do you understand."

I clenched my fists and growled. I stopped and looked at the wizards' tower in the distance, as the high priestess walked ahead. "I will take it," I said to myself. "And you girls will serve me, one way or another."

...

I opened the top of the wooden cage, reached in and picked up the brown snake. It coiled around my arm tightly, I loved the feel of its strong scaly body pressing into my skin. I turned to see the attractive teenage blonde giving me a horrified look. We were both in a small stable, there were no horses, just several wooden cages holding various snakes.

"How can you keep those things?" asked the girl. "They're so creepy."

"They're not creepy, they're beautiful." I held up my arm with the snake wrapped tightly around it, she backed away with a frightened expression on her face.

"Is it poisonous?"

"Quite."

"Aren't you afraid of being bitten?"

"I've been bitten plenty of times. I don't mind it at all." 

"You're so weird, Aerowyn. Put it away, please."

I shrugged, "If you want, Jorcina. I just wish you could see them the way I do." I went back over to the cage and started uncoiling the animal from my hand. "They say they're found all over the world, you know. In the deserts, mountains, underground, even in the sea. Very adaptable creatures. That's the number one survival trait--adaptability. Another big one is fear. Their enemies fear them. Just like you, and you're a much bigger animal."

"Did you just call me an animal? Of course I fear them, a bite could kill me."

"Yes, that's the wonderful thing. The more brutish beasts need to tear into flesh with tooth and claw, they strike their enemies down with much less effort, much more grace."

"Gods, that's so morbid, Aerowyn. I just don't see how you find that beautiful."

I closed the cage and latched it, before turning back to her. Sunlight was streaming in through gaps in the thatched walls onto her long golden hair, making it shine brightly. Over the last few years she had grown from a pretty girl into a stunning young woman. I smiled at her, "Well, surely you can see how I find you beautiful."

Jorcina blushed and looked down to her feet, "Stop teasing me."

"I wouldn't tease you. Just watch out for that snake behind you."

The blonde girl squealed and sprung forward, bowling into me. I wrapped my arms around her as her body pressed into mine. Her head spun around, scanning the hay bales behind her, "Where...?!"

I started laughing and she looked at me with disbelief, "Oh, you evil witch!" 

I still held her firmly. Her soft warm body felt so nice pressed into me. I could smell her wonderful scent. Her pretty youthful face was right in front of me. I gazed into her beautiful blue eyes.

She looked into my eyes with confusion, "Aerowyn...what..."

I was drawn to her by some irresistible force. I lunged forward and pressed my lips into hers'. She let out a muffled cry of surprise, and tried to pull away, but I kept my mouth locked on to her. Soon her surprise and resistance faded, and she was kissing me back. Her arms wrapped around me in tight hug. Warm exciting sensations washed through me as we kissed. It felt amazing.

Eventually we pulled apart and we were both breathing heavily and looking into each others' eyes. "Aerowyn..." Jorcina panted, "You're a girl."

"So are you."

"Exactly...we shouldn't..."

"Says who?" I came forward and kissed her again. She kissed me back, rubbing her tongue against mine. She melted into my arms, and I could feel her firm heaving bosoms pressing into my chest. Those amazing sensations were running through me again. I was elated.

The stable doors suddenly swung open and sunlight flooded in. We stopped kissing and Jorcina hurriedly pushed away from me. I looked at the doorway and was very annoyed to see a couple of teenage boys standing there. "Colvin!"

"Hehehe, and just what deviant perversions have Jo-Jo and the little red half-breed been getting up to behind closed doors, eh?"

"We weren't doing anything!" said Jorcina defensively.

"Get the hell out of here!" I growled.

"No, you were doing something. I saw the two of you romantically entangled, sucking on each others' face."

"Were you spying on us?!" said Jorcina.

He stepped forward, into the stable, and his friend followed. I stood firm, "Don't come in here. Get off my mothers' land, Jerkwad."

The other boy was looking over the cages, "Whoa, look at all the snakes she's keeping. What a freak!"

The brown-haired teenager looked me over with a tight smile on his freckled face. "You shouldn't be kissing girls, half-breed. That's what us boys are for. Let me show you."

"Like hell I will! Get out of here now!" I yelled angrily.

"No!" he said as he came forward and grabbed me. 

"Let her go!" cried out Jorcina, hitting him on the back. The other boy quickly came forward and grabbed her. 

I cried out and struggled against Colvin, but he was stronger than me. He held me firmly against his bulky body and mashed his rough face into me. His lips pressed into mine. I kept my mouth tightly shut and felt his tongue rubbing along my lips. He smelt sweaty and foul. I was disgusted. Nearby, I could hear the other boy laughing, and Jorcina crying out and struggling against him. 

My face was hot with anger. I opened my mouth and clamped my teeth down on his lip, biting hard. Colvin screamed and tried to pull away, but I was still latched onto his bottom lip. I released him and he pulled away, still crying out. I saw blood running down from his mouth before he put his hand up to it. 

Then my head was slammed hard as he struck me. There was an explosion of pain, and bright lights briefly appeared in my vision as I dropped to the ground. "Fucking witch!" Colvin growled angrily. The blow had sent me into a painful daze.

I was barely lucid as I was roughly picked up and thrown onto some nearby hay bales. Hands were pulling at my frock, ripping it open. Then they were lewdly groping at my exposed skin. I felt my legs being pulled apart and my panties being ripped away from my body. "You're going to get it now, half-breed!" He growled angrily.

I looked over and saw that the other boy had Jorcina on the ground. She was crying out and struggling against him as he was ripping her dress open. It filled me with rage. Colvin was standing in front of me, pulling down his pants and exposing his erect penis. 

I growled as I raised my leg and kicked him hard in the balls. He cried out in agony as he staggered back. He tripped over his friends' leg and fell backwards, smashing into the wooden snake cages.

"No!" I yelled as I watched on. Colvin was yelling and thrashing about. I saw an orange and black striped snake strike him on the face. He screamed loudly and as he scrambled to his feet. I was horrified as I saw the black Death Viper slithering toward Jorcina and the other boy who were on the ground. Jorcina saw it too and screamed as she tried to get up, but the boy was still on top of her.

"No, stay still!" I yelled. I dove for the snake as it struck her kicking leg on the ankle. I grabbed the snake and tossed it away, but it was too late, she had been bitten. Colvin staggered out the door, yelling and clutching his face. The other boy quickly got to his feet and followed. Jorcina was hysterical, screaming and thrashing about. I grabbed her and tried to hold her still, "Jo, You need to calm down!"

"Naagh...Let me go!" She pushed me off of her and pulled herself up. She ran out of the stable and I chased after her. I tackled her to the ground as she got outside.

"Jorcina, listen to me. Calm down!" She still screamed and struggled against me. I slapped her face hard, she stopped struggling and was sobbing uncontrollably. "You'll be okay. I'll get the antivenom and you'll be all right. You need to stay still and calm, and breath deeply. You hear me?"




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She continued to cry. Tears were streaming down her face. "Just stay here. I'll be right back." I got up and ran to the house. I was terrified as well. Why did it have to be the Death Viper? I needed to focus on the task, she didn't have much time. Where the hell did I have my antivenom? The back room I had made into my laboratory was a mess. There were unlabelled potion bottles, and ingredients everywhere. I frantically searched for the little white vial. 

After a minute or so, I found it in the back of a cupboard amongst my poisons. I flew back out of the house with the vial in my hand. To my horror, Jorcina was no longer in front of the stable. "Jorcina!!" I cried out. "Jo, where are you?!" I quickly looked inside the stable, and then scanned the area. She was nowhere to be seen.

I ran out to the dirt road, yelling her name. I followed the road until I saw something. She was lying motionless on the side of the road. My heart almost stopped. I ran up to her, dropped to my knees and lifted her in my arms. "Jorcina, Can you hear me?" She wasn't moving. "I have the antivenom."

I pulled the cork out from the vial and put it to her lips, then poured the liquid into her mouth. She didn't move. "Come on Jo!" I sobbed. The liquid ran down her chin. She wasn't breathing. I was falling deeply into a pit of despair. I looked up to the dark clouds and screamed out in anguish.

Some villagers had come over and were looking on. "It's young Jorcina!"

"What did the half-elf do to her?!"

"Someone get the chief."

I just sat there bawling. Cradling her lifeless body in my arms.

...

The flickering flame shone brightly in front of me and hurt my eyes. Now I was sitting on a soft bed. The candle was lowered from my face and I blinked the tears away. There was a grey bearded man in front of me. "Now look at my finger, little Aerowyn." He held his finger up in front of me and I watched as he moved it about. "Good," the old man smiled.

He stood up and turned to the red-headed woman, who was standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. We were in some kind of homely cottage. "Your daughter appears to be fine. She's quite a happy and healthy little girl."

"Are you certain. Perhaps you could take another look at her."

"That's not necessary. Perhaps the snake was not as dangerous as you thought."

"I was a Death Viper, I saw it!"

"A Death Viper can kill a fully grown man within ten minutes. If one did strike her, perhaps it was her elven blood that saved her. There's magic in elf blood." He turned and smiled at me, "Or maybe the gods have other plans for her."

...

I slowly opened my eyes. I was laying on the hard ground again, with my head on its side in the dirt and my arm pinned under me. I groaned as I rolled over. The blue sky was getting darker as the sun was setting. I felt completely disoriented again, deeply saddened and mentally exhausted. 

Where was Aerowyn? I slowly picked myself up off the ground. I was fighting the dizziness as I sat up. My groin was still sticky and wet in my pants, though I was no longer aroused. I was sore and tender where a few large bruises had formed from my earlier battle with the witch. I looked over and saw Aerowyn nearby. She was sitting on the ground with her knees up to her chest, leaning back against a tree stump.

I could feel the rough bark of the tree stump on my back, and I knew we were still linked. I felt immense sadness. I could tell that it was coming from Aerowyn, from her expression and body language. 

My shortsword was laying on the ground nearby. I picked it up and sheathed it at my waist. Gods, I felt like crap. I was glad to be myself again, though Aerowyn was still a very real part of me. I wondered if she had relived the ordeal with the village girl Jorcina too. That may be why she was so sad. Or was it me? I was still groggy and confused.

I needed some water, and I had stashed my pack before approaching the campsite. Aerowyn then held up a bladder and motioned for me to come over. I slowly crawled over and sat next to her, before taking the bladder. I looked at her, frowning. 

"What, still don't trust me? After all we've been through together?"

I held the bladder up to my lips and took a long drink. Then I held it up and let the water wash over my face. I turned to her again, "Break the link, Aerowyn." 

"I can't."

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"I mean I can't! I don't know why. Mental amalgamation spells usually require effort on behalf of the caster to sustain. They can just stop doing it and the link is broken. Some other force is powering our link. I can't stop it."

"Some other force?...Where?"

"I don't know."

I sat back and took and took a deep breath. A flock of dark birds flew by, screeching at each other. "That elven wizard at the castle, Locien, he's your father."

"Yes."

"I was you, Aerowyn. Jumping around to different parts of your life. I didn't just see it, I lived it."

"And I was you, Rohme. At your fathers' farm, with your lover Baden, with your party. That horrible night in Fangrind Forest..."

We both sat there in silence for a while. The world around us was bathed in twilight as the sun set. "We both need rest," said Aerowyn. " We'll camp here tonight. Let's build a fire." 

I nodded, it had been a very eventful day. We were tired. I looked around the campsite. The bandits had a fire pit set up and a stack of fire wood. Hopefully they would have some food around too. While Aerowyn busied herself stacking the wood, I stood up and went for a short walk into the woods to recover my pack, bow and quiver.

It was dark when I returned. She had the fire going. I slumped down on the ground next to it. Aerowyn sat across from me. I didn't have to look at her to know how she was feeling, we both felt the same. We were wiped out, upset, and sad. 

But I still had plenty of questions. "So we're supposed to stop this thing together, according to your...visions?"

She nodded. "And my fathers'."

"How long have you known?"

"After our first encounter, but before our second encounter at Kabores' Tower. I was able to have clearer predictions there. I thought that I could make you submit, that I could be your mistress. I was wrong about that. "

"Why did you abuse and humiliate me at Ulrich?"

"To show you that I wasn't cowed by your brutal payback. That you hadn't beaten me. And I was angry. I thought that what you did to me was far worse than what I did to you. I see now that it wasn't. I never meant you any harm Rohme. I really do like you. I wish things could have been different. It's all my fault, I know."

"You killed innocent people."

"They weren't so innocent. I removed some obstacles, but I didn't make them abuse you, or judge you, or turn a blind eye."

"They weren't all like that. There was a good woman named Joan who was almost killed."

"But you got to be a hero and save her, right? That was an important factor in getting the Kings to let you go."

I felt a surge of anger, "You don't give a damn about anybody but yourself, Aerowyn. And I think I know why. You were in love once, and you were wounded deeply when you lost her. You didn't want to suffer that kind of pain again, so you chose not to care for anyone."

I could feel the waves of sorrow and regret, and it made me feel sick. Aerowyns' eyes glistened as she looked into the fire. "It's a weakness," she said softly.

"Hey, I've lost people I love, and had my heart torn out as well!"

"Yes, I know," she said sadly.

"It didn't turn me into a psychotic bitch. Friends are a strength, but you only know how to make enemies. For all your efforts to become more powerful, you're weak, Aerowyn. You're weak, and I don't know if I want to go into battle with you."

She just glared at me, gritting her teeth. I could feel that the words cut deep. She exhaled sharply and simply said, "You need to." 

There was silence between us, as the nearby campfire flickered and crackled. Then a wolf could be heard howling in the distance. Aerowyn was the one to break the silence, "I have done some horrible things to you, Rohme, and you didn't deserve it. I experienced some of it as you, I know what you went through because of me. I don't blame you for wanting to kill me. I'm...I'm sorry."

Tears rolled down her face, and I felt the heavy emotion behind her words. She had said sorry before, but this time I knew she meant it. I recalled being on top of her on the bed in Kabores' tower, forcing my magical cock into her. Taking joy in my revenge. Now I had experienced it from both sides. A tear rolled down my face, "I'm sorry too."

Aerowyn wiped the tears from her eyes, "Well this sucks, I would rather be getting super horny with you."

I nodded, "The question still remains--If you're not the one I have come to stop, then who?"

The half-elf stared into the fire, "You think I know? I didn't even know the location of the ruins until a couple of days ago."

"You forget that we're linked, Bitch. You know. Tell me!"

She looked at me and exhaled sharply.

"Tell me!" I said forcefully.

What she said next shocked me to my core. 

"Our enemy is the sorceress, Sierra."

To be concluded...



Orc Bait 05



This story has graphic non-consensual sex scenes, strong violence and some demonic themes. I was originally going to end the series with this one, but things got out of hand. It will now be concluded in Orc Bait 6. Thanks for reading, -Ax



-1849, day 03, month 07, Girrawen Forest. Eve of the twin full moons.

"No! That's not true!...That's impossible!"

Aerowyn just looked at me evenly, "You know I'm not lying to you."

"No...you believe it. But you must be mistaken. Sierra is dead. She gave her life to stop that ritual."

"I know what I saw, Rohme, and my visions are true."

I shook my head as I struggled to accept what she was telling me. "How can it be?"

The half-elf sighed. I knew that she was tired and really didn't feel like explaining everything, but I needed answers. "We're talking about demonic forces here. The relic of power--the demon heartstone, is keeping her alive. It is also warping and corrupting her. I believe she's bound to it, but once she completes the ritual she will become one of the immortal undead, the Moroi. She will be far more dangerous."

I felt sick. She had been there for the last six years? I had left her behind? I thought I was the only survivor. Perhaps there was something I could have done to help her. 

Aerowyn seemed to know what I was thinking, "The Sierra you knew is dead, Rohme. This Sierra that was left behind, her soul is damned...There's no saving her. We need to kill her to stop the tide of darkness, before it starts."

"No!" I said forcefully. "She isn't weak like you. She would fight it. Sierra is more strong willed than anyone." 

Aerowyn raised her voice too, "She will complete that ritual. She will make herself the Queen of the Moroi, binding an ever-growing army of those demonic undead bastards to her will. They will be unstoppable, taking the Kingdom, and then all the other kingdoms will fall, one by one, until she rules everything. The moroi feed on the blood of the living, they will enslave the population to feed on them. I have seen it."

"You've seen it? So it is going to happen?"

"If we don't stop it. It's like my father watching me burn at the stake. He was able to stop it from happening because he saw it. We need to kill Sierra, and we need to do it before tomorrow night. I'm sorry, Rohme, there's no other way."

I just stared into the dancing flames of the campfire. I had just learned that the woman I loved was not lost to me after all...and now I have to kill her. I looked across at the red-head, who was just quietly looking at me. The fire left a warm glow on her pretty face. She had put me through so much torment, and now I was supposed to form an alliance with her? Why do the fucking Gods hate me so much?

"Why are you doing this, Aerowyn?"

She shrugged, "It's my destiny, don't you know?"

"Don't give me that bullshit."

"My father told me the Gods give us the visions for a reason. We have to stop her tomorrow, or the world is fucked."

"Where is your father then? Locien the elf, he's a powerful wizard, isn't he? Why isn't he here stopping her?"

"He's always going on about how things need to be, and rubbish like that. No doubt he's doing what he thinks he needs to be doing."

"Wonderful," I said sarcastically. I leaned back and looked up at the night sky, with its many glimmering stars. I let out a yawn, and Aerowyn yawned too. We both felt the same; we were wiped out, physically and mentally. "Can't you break our link, witch? It could be a liability tomorrow."

"I don't know how I'm going to do that, Rohme. I don't know what's causing us to stay linked. Maybe it will be gone in the morning."

"We're both very tired, but one of us needs to stay awake to watch over the camp. I don't even know if we could stay awake while the other sleeps."

"I will set up some magical wards around the camp. They will wake us if anyone approaches, or if they're dispelled."

"You've used them before?"

She smiled, "Just about every night, for the last thirty years." 

I nodded, "Okay then." 

I put out the fire and claimed one of the basic canvas tents nearby in the bandit camp, stashing my weapons and pack. I got my glowstone out from its pouch to give me some light as I unrolled my bedding. I could feel the magical power building within me and being released, as Aerowyn set up her wards. 

Soon the half-elf stuck her head in through the tent flaps. "Looks cosy."

"You're not sleeping in here with me, get your own tent."

"Oh, come on. We're already in each others heads. You know I'm not in the mood for doing anything to you right now. I'll just feel safer, sleeping next to a strong ranger."

"No. Goodnight, Aerowyn."

"Do I get a goodnight kiss at least?"

I just flopped down on my bed roll, and closed my eyes.

"I get a kiss when we save the world, right?" 

I just lay back on my bedding without saying anything.

"I'll take your silence as a promise," she said before moving out from the tent. "Goodnight, sweet Rohme." I could feel her moving around for a little while as she settled into another tent nearby. Then I felt her give her breast a playful squeeze, knowing I'd feel it. I raised my hand and slapped my cheek. I heard her chuckling nearby. 

We both weren't in the mood for playing though. It didn't take long to fall into a deep sleep.

***

Somehow, I was standing again. I could feel the cool night air on my skin. I looked down and saw that I was stark naked in the dim moonlight. My ample breasts hung freely in front of me. Around me, there wasn't a tree in sight. I was standing in a flat sandy area, like a desert.

I had an unobstructed view of millions of stars in the night sky. There were also the two bright glowing disks of the twin moons, both were high in the sky, shining down on me. The large peach colored Truna, and her smaller silver sister, Etton.

I looked down and saw Aerowyn nearby. She was lying on the ground naked, sleeping peacefully. Her smooth, slender body bathed in the moonlight. I called out to her.

"Shh, don't wake her up." 

I turned and saw her standing there. She was wearing a silky white gown that seemed to lightly cling to her shapely figure. Her long silky black hair flowed smoothly behind her shoulders. Her radiant complexion glowed in the moonlight. She was a vision of beauty. "Sierra..."

"My lovely Rohme," she said, smiling.

"This...this isn't real, it's a dream."

"Who's to say dreams aren't real?" She moved closer, her silky gown flowing around her as she moved. I stood still, looking into her glimmering eyes as her hand brushed through my hair. "I missed you, Rohme. Soon we will be together again, my love. I wanted to reach out to you before, but you have never been close enough."

Her hand softly brushed my cheek. I trembled at her touch. "You're dead."

"No, I'm very much alive, Rohme, and I'm waiting for you. We can be joined again...joined forever."

"Is it true? Do you plan on completing the ritual we stopped six years ago?"

"I will complete it, and it will be the start of a wonderful new era."

"An era of demonic influence over the world? Of darkness, death and slavery?"

"Is that what she's been telling you?" said Sierra, nodding toward the naked half-elf sleeping on the ground. "There will be a brutal and violent transition period, of course. The greatest war this world has ever seen. But when I emerge victorious, there will be an unprecedented era of peace and order. I will rule it all, all of my subordinates bound to my will, with absolute obedience. There will be no conflict. My new, supremely ordered civilization will thrive, and achieve astounding things." She waved her hand at the stars in the sky, "In time, we may even find a way to explore and conquer the other worlds out there."

I frowned at her, "Great demonic power spreading over the land will bring peace and order? Why do I find that a little hard to swallow?"

"I don't know why. The Hell realms are very ordered and lawful. Those who step out of line always answer to a higher power. The strong dominate the weak. Everyone knows their place. It's the natural order of things."

"And a majority of people in your new world would be enslaved?"

"There are many different types of slavery. Trust me, our slaves would live better lives than the typical peasant, servant or whore in the world today."

"The Sierra I knew fought against slavery. It went against everything she believed in."

"I have grown since you knew me. And tonight I will grow even more. I will become immortal. A conqueror and a Queen." She looked into my eyes, I could clearly see her deep blue irises. "Join me, Rohme. You can be with me forever. I promise you will never be alone again. Isn't that what you want? You will command my army, it will quickly grow into the greatest army in the history of the world. You will lead us to victory. Then you will become a great lord, ruling over millions. Not bad for a farm girl from the riverlands, right? I told you you were more than just a ranger."

I stayed silent and continued to look at her beautiful face. My calm demeanor masked the inner turmoil raging within me.

Sierras' expression was very serene. "Incapacitate the witch, then bring her to the ruins. I have used her, reaching out into her dreams and exerting my influence on her. I got her to bring you here. Now she will serve one last purpose. Her bloodline and her power will make her a good sacrifice for our demon Lord, Lorca. She has done some horrible things to you, Rohme. Wouldn't you like to see her heart cut out from her chest? Do this for me, and we can be together again."

I looked down at Aerowyn, still sleeping peacefully on the ground. Then I turned back the beautiful sorceress who I had missed so much. "No!"

Her elegant face was still a serene mask, but I noticed corner of her mouth twitch slightly. "Do you doubt my sincerity?"

"I doubt your sanity! The Sierra I knew would want to kick your ass. I'm going to come down to the ruins and kill you for her."

She let out a sigh and shook her head. "Oh, Rohme. That's your choice? You always were a stubborn one. Are you sure you want to give up what I'm offering? All because of your prejudice against demonic power and a few moral hang-ups? 

"I'm going to kill you and put Sierras' soul to rest."

"So be it. But you know me, I always have a backup plan."

I just stood there looking at her for a moment. At least now my doubts had dissipated, Sierra was gone. This twisted image of her coming to me with promises of being with her again was just cruel. I had to stop her. 

Suddenly there was a loud ringing in my ears and my head was pricked with sharp pain. I put my hands to my head and cried out.

I cried out as I sat up in my bed roll. It was dark. I was wearing my leathers again, and the canvas walls of the tent surrounded me. My head was still buzzing painfully. The horses outside were whinnying and stomping about. I heard Aerowyn call out to me, "Rohme!"

"Aerowyn! What is it?"

"My perimeter wards have been set off. Someone's here!"

Sierra! If she was bound to the artifact at the ruins, then who did she send? I had my weapons on hand. I quickly grabbed my sheathed shortsword at my side and clipped it to my belt. Then I got hold of my bow and slung the quiver over my shoulder. 

As I got to my feet, there was a loud flapping sound outside. Then a loud crash nearby. I felt something slam into my body and knock the wind out of me. I could hear Aerowyn cry out as I stumbled to the ground. Something had hold of me, I could feel the big strong hands wrapped around my arms, though I couldn't see anything. 

I struggled against it, and thrashed about. I was unrestrained. Then I realized it was Aerowyn who was being held. I could feel her potent fear, and the magical power building within me. I scurried to my feet and out of the tent. As I got outside, I could hear Aerowyn crying out and felt her struggling. In the moonlight I could see a large dark figure looming over her on the collapsed tent.

It looked monstrous, around seven feet tall, a bulky humanoid shape of pure black. I could make out glowing yellow eyes, white fangs and large pointed ears. Magical vines ripped from the ground and started wrapping around the black beast. I notched an arrow and held my bow taut in front of me, aiming for its head. 

The beast then opened its fanged mouth and let out a mighty scream. Intense pain struck my ears, and I screamed out, though I couldn't hear it. The pain was crippling, and my legs gave out under me. It felt like someone had stuck a spike into my brain, and I was sent into a daze. My hearing had gone, and so had my balance, as I struggled to get up. That wasn't all I lost--I could no longer feel the beasts' tight grip on me, or Aerowyns' potent fear and adrenaline. Only my own. 

I looked up and saw the monster pulling itself free of the vines. Aerowyn hung lifelessly in its broad arms. I stood up on shaky legs as it turned and started striding away from me. I notched my arrow and pulled it back in my bow. Damn, I was still dizzy. I aimed for centre of its bulky mass and loosed. The arrow went wide and I cursed, I would normally make a shot like that easily. 

I quickly notched another arrow and pulled the drawstring. I needed to get the shot off quickly, before the beast made it to the treeline. As I took aim, huge leathery wings spread out from the monsters body and started flapping steadily. The damned thing could fly. I took in a deep breath and let my shot off. The arrow found its mark and slammed into the beasts' back. 

The monster screeched and faltered as it struggled to get off the ground. The large wings flapped like crazy, and it clumsily flew up into the trees. I ran after it, notching another arrow. It was difficult to see the beast in the dark tree canopies, and I had an awful ringing in my ears, impairing my hearing. 

I saw movement above me and let off another shot, but I couldn't tell if I had hit the monster. It was moving away fast, fluttering through the treetops. I wouldn't be able to keep up on foot. I turned and ran back into the camp. 

The horses by the stream were still baying noisily and stomping about in panic. It took a moment to calm the brown mare down. I quickly got a few items from my pack that I could carry with me, before mounting the horse. I didn't take the time to saddle it. Soon I was heading out of the camp in the direction the monster had fled with Aerowyn. I didn't need to track it, I knew where it was taking her. North, to the ruins.

The monster was like a giant humanoid bat. I had encountered a lot of different creatures in my time, but never one of those. I had read a lot of books on different beasts and monsters though. One name came to mind--Felder. It was also often referred to as a Werebat, though that was misleading, it was not a lycanthrope. Felders were related to the extinct demonic undead monsters known as Nosferatu. As were the Moroi. That was the link.

It meant that the monster was vulnerable to sunlight. I didn't know how long I had until the sun came up. At least the daylight would offer some protection. The moonlight was bright enough for my horse to navigate the woods at a steady pace. I didn't want to go too fast, and risk injuring the animal. 

After a few hours, dawn began to break. I knew I was getting close to my destination. I couldn't settle the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Sierra had already placed me at a disadvantage, capturing Aerowyn. And I still found it hard to grasp what she told me--she manipulated the witch to bring me here. All that talk about it being my destiny to stop the ritual, it was all bullshit. 

Sierra had a felder serving her. I wondered what other surprises she may have in stall. I could never match wits with her. Was I really up to this? Could I do it alone? I was filled with doubt, but there was one thing I was certain of--I had to try.

I was close enough to see my destination now--The hollow hill. The earth rose up at a steep incline. The top of the hill was flat, like a table-top, sitting at least three times higher than the tops of the trees surrounding it. More trees were growing up the slopes. It was several hundred, perhaps even a thousand paces wide. It looked like a large flat hill from here, but I knew that the inside was empty, like all the earth had been scooped out with a giant spoon. It was a huge crater, and the temple ruins were down in the centre.

The crater had been there since ancient times. There are many different tales of how it came to be there. Some say that it marks where two mighty dragons battled. Their power was so great, they destroyed each other, and everything for miles around. The crater was all that was left, and would be there forever after. 

There are many other tales involving the wrath of different gods. Some even say that it's where a star fell from the sky. Sierra told me that couldn't happen, but it may have been a large rock that fell. Whatever it was, it was once the scene of immense destruction. I knew that it certainly was six years ago.

I stopped and let the horse go free. It wouldn't do very well on the slopes of the crater, and I preferred a stealthier approach. I wouldn't be able to get out of here in a hurry, but there would be no retreat anyway. 

Before I set off for the crater, I searched the forest around me. The sun was up now and the birds were all singing noisily above me. My hearing had fully recovered after my encounter with the felder. I needed a defense against its sonic attacks if were to come up against it again. 

Soon I found what I was looking for--an elm tree. There was a spot a couple of meters from the ground where a fallen branch had left a wound and it bled red sap. I felt at the sticky substance, part of it was solid, but pliable. I rolled up a few small balls of the sap and put them in one of the pouches in my leathers. It would be suitable for plugging my ears, if needed.

I strode toward the hollow hill, doing my best to stay alert and aware of the area around me. It was difficult, I hadn't had a good nights rest for some time. Last night I was rudely interrupted by Sierra and then her felder. The strain of the last few days was getting to me. My hand wandered to the potions at my belt. I had one for healing and another for rejuvenation. It seemed like a good time to take the rejuv, I needed to be on my game.

I uncorked the small bottle and downed the potion with a single gulp. My body pulsed and immediately I started to feel refreshed and energized. Then my head began to throb, mildly at first, but it was getting stronger. My skin tingled, the muscles in my arms ached and fear suddenly gripped my mind. Was there something wrong with the potion? I could feel something tightly wrapped around my wrists, like rope. I looked at my wrists and rubbed them. There was nothing there, but I could still feel it.

Aerowyn. She had just woken up, and she was still linked to me. I patted myself firmly on the shoulder to let her know I was there. I wished I had some way of communicating with her. At least I could tell she was unharmed, though bound and scared. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensations. There was the feeling of cool air on my skin, as though she was naked. Hard stone beneath my feet. I couldn't feel much else, apart from the witchs' fear and seething anger. 

I continued on through the forest, until I reached the foot of the crater. Then I felt a quick sharp pain at the end of my tongue, and then another. Aerowyn had bitten her tongue twice. It had to be deliberate. Was she trying to tell me that she saw two foes? I squatted by a tree and waited a moment.

When nothing else happened, I started making my way up the slope. Then I stopped as I felt a hand softly brush my cheek. Seething anger welled up within me, it was coming from Aerowyn. The hand moved away and I stopped and waited. Then there were hands gently rubbing over my belly. They sensually rubbed their way upwards before cupping my breasts. My boobs felt smaller and firmer as the hands groped at them. They were Aerowyns' pert little boobs. The touch was familiar--it was the way Sierra would touch me, sensually rubbing over my skin with her soft hands. She knew that I was feeling this. She had to be the one responsible for maintaining our link.




Orc Bait 05



Aerowyns' anger grew, and I could feel her pulling against the rope around her wrists. The attention was unwanted. Yet the stimulation to our sensitive breasts was causing a reaction and making our hearts beat stronger in unison. I breathed deeply as I clutched my breasts through my leathers. I could still feel them being rubbed, and my sensitive nipples being pinched. I didn't need this distraction, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I felt a hand slide down to my crotch and delicate fingers were running over my netherlips, sending tingling sensations through me. I imagined the beautiful sorceress molesting the bound and naked half-elf. "Damn you, Sierra," I cursed.

Then I heard a loud crack nearby. I quickly turned and raised my bow in front of me, intensely scanning the area. I couldn't see anyone. I continued to reach out with my senses as a hand groped at my breast and fingers circled around the tingling folds of my pussy. I was fighting the building arousal, I needed to stay alert.

There was sudden movement, I aimed my bow at a squirrel as it skittered out from behind a tree. I lowered my bow and decided to keep moving to the top of the slope. I gasped as a couple of fingers pushed through my slippery folds and up into my pussy. My hand moved down to cover my groin, but that was pointless. The digits started fervently moving around, rubbing at the soft hugging flesh. 

I just continued hiking up the hill, doing my best to ignore the stimulation in my tingling cunt. Something wet and rough started running along my right breasts. A tongue. Soft lips sealed around my nipple and gently sucked. I bit my lower lip as I walked on. My breathing was getting heavier. 

I had finally made it to the rim of the crater. It was mostly flat ground, several paces wide, with grass, dirt and rocks. I passed a large boulder, and stayed low as I made my way to the edge. The fingers were pushing into me in a thrusting motion. My breathing became even more labored, and my face was hot and flushed. 

I looked down into the crater. It was huge, you could fit a decent-sized villiage inside. My attention was drawn immediately to the centre, where trees bordered a roughly circular pool of water. In the centre of the pool was an island of white stone rubble. I remembered the last time I had come here. An impressive white tower rose up from the centre of the crater. My party had brought it crashing down. Now all that was left was the crumbled ruins. Were Sierra and Aerowyn in there amongst those ruins?

The fingers inside me stopped thrusting, and I sighed as they slipped out again. My pussy was left feeling hot and moist. I looked down at the area between me and the ruins. Something wasn't right. The ground looked like it had been flattened, and the light scattering of trees that grew inside had been cleared. I carefully scanned the area, but couldn't see anyone down there.

I couldn't shake my gut feeling that something was not right there. I heard a faint sound coming from the slope behind me, soft cracking, like snapping branches. I crept back to the outer edge with my bow raised in front of me. I peered out from behind the rock, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. My gut told me I was in danger.

It could just be Aerowyns' fear I was feeling. Staying linked with her was messing with my head, but perhaps I could use it. I remembered when I was linked with Sierra I could sense the magic around me. My link with Aerowyn might grant me that too. I focused on my breathing and tried to clear my mind as I got into a meditative state. The fear and anger I was getting from Aerowyn seemed to calm. Perhaps she could sense what I was doing and was working with me.

The trees started to faintly glow with their magic aura. It was working. I quickly became aware of several other auras in my field of vision. I was not alone. I counted nine large humanoid shapes slowly advancing on me. Somehow they had been kept invisible. My adrenaline surged. It wasn't just a gut feeling now, I really was in danger.

I raised my bow and took aim at the one closest to me. It was around thirty meters away, down the slope. I shot the arrow off, and it struck the centre of the figure. A loud deep cry went out, and my target dropped. I could see them now, like a cloak had been lifted. Large green men in clunky mismatched armor, brandishing weapons. I gasped. 

Orcs! What the fuck where they doing here?

They were yelling out to each other, and I saw a couple aiming their bows my way. I ducked back behind the boulder as arrows deflected off it. I had another arrow drawn and popped up again. The orcs were scattering, taking cover behind the trees. I took aim and loosed. I struck one of the archers, making him cry out in pain.

I quickly ducked back as an arrow shot past my head. Fuck, there were too many of them, they were going to pin me down there and advance on me. My adrenaline was pumping, but on top of that I could also feel another wave of fear. It must have come from Aerowyn. Hands suddenly grabbed my thighs and I yelped. I looked down, no, someone had grabbed Aerowyn. A firm blunt object started rubbing along her cunt. Oh fuck! Not now!

I tried to ignore it and popped up at a different spot on the rock. I let off another shot, and hit a sword wielding orc that was advancing on me. I took cover behind the rock again. The object started pushing its way into my pussy. It felt quite firm, yet soft and spongy on the outside. It felt like a cock. I groaned as I was penetrated, my pussy spreading open for the invader. 

Aerowyn was being raped, and I could certainly feel it too. The distraction was the last thing I needed right now, and Sierra probably knew that.

"Put down weapons, gruiuk. Surrender, or die!" Yelled out an orc in a deep rough voice. He sounded close. The cock started pushing back and forth inside me, and I gasped. I wasn't sure if I could fight them off. I had to try and get away.

I got up and fired off another arrow. It made the orcs scramble for cover behind the trees. I then turned and ran for the crater. Running had become difficult with a cock fucking me. I came to a sudden stop as I got to the edge and looked down. Where I had previously seen flat empty ground, there were scores of tents set up in a semi-organized camp. It was bordered with trenches and barricades. I could see the numerous orcs moving around the place.

"Fuck!" I cried out. The hands around my thighs gripped me tighter and the cock started thrusting into me harder and deeper. I groaned and gasped as I looked behind me and saw the orcs advancing, reaching the rim. Others were coming at me from the sides, moving along the rim. I had only one place to go. I leaped down onto the inner slope and fell back on my ass. The inner slope was steeper than the outer, with far less vegetation. I found myself sliding down with the loose dirt and rocks. Unfortunately, I was sliding toward the camp and even more orcs.

I gasped for breath, my heart was pumping rapidly as I slid down the hill and I felt the cock continue to fuck my tingling cunt. Sierra had a whole horde of orcs. She had somehow kept them hidden from me. I had walked right into her trap. Now I was fucked!

A loud horn sounded on the rim above me. It had alerted the orcs in the camp below, that I was there, and I could see them stopping and looking, pointing my way. When I tried to plant my feet and slow my descent, I would tumble and roll, being painfully knocked around. I still managed to keep hold of my bow as I continued to slide to the bottom of the crater.

I could see the orcs below heading my way now, carrying weapons. Some of them had bows. I pulled an arrow from my quiver and managed to notch it. It was difficult to aim as I was sliding down the hill, but I got a shot off. It hit the ground close to my target. The orcish archer stopped and shot back. The arrow hit the slope well below me. 

I drew another arrow and lined the archer up again. I took in a deep breath and tried not to let the thrusting cock, or the fact that I was sliding down a steep hill, distract me. I loosed the arrow and it hit its mark, dropping the orc. Several more orc fighters were running toward me. I was getting to the bottom of the crater now. I notched another arrow and took out another orc carrying a bow.

The slope flattened out underneath me and I slowly came to a stop. I picked myself up so that I was on one knee and I drew my bow again. The big green orc shouted out as he charged me with his axe raised. I shot an arrow into his neck, making him tumble to the ground. Some of the foes were getting close now. 

I shot down another charging orc, and then another as he got within a few meters. A couple more orcs were so close that I could smell them. I wasn't fast enough to hold them off with my bow. I threw it down and drew my shortsword just in time to block a swinging blade, and there was the loud clang of steel striking steel.

Both orcs growled as they attacked me wildly with their swords. I danced about, dodging their attacks and parrying with my own blade. The cock was still thrusting into me unabated as I fought for my life. The two orcs were larger and more powerful than me, but I was faster and more skilful. Thankfully they were not very coordinated in their attack. 

I ducked low, under a wide arcing swing, and then yelled out as I brought my blade up, slashing it across the orcs' chest. He cried out in pain as his blood spilled from the deep gaping wound. The other one came at me with a series of fast strikes that I was able to parry. He was getting frustrated, and lunged at me. I spun out of his way, pivoted and stabbed my sword into his abdomen in one smooth motion. He yelled and dropped to his knees, clutching his gut, and I promptly swung my sword hard into his neck. He made a loud gargling sound as the blood gushed from the gaping wound, before slumping to the ground dead.

Another large brutish orc came at me with a huge battle axe. I leaped back as he swung it down hard, and slammed it into the dirt. He had left himself wide open. I quickly lunged forward and stabbed my blade through his broad neck.

There was loud orcish yelling all around me. I could see many more orc warriors approaching and surrounding me. I had nowhere to run, and there were far too many to fight off. Some orcish archers were holding their bows taut in front of them, but weren't firing. I stood there defensively with my bloody sword in front of me, as I caught my breath. I could feel the juices dribbling from my tingling cunt as the cock continued to push back and forth inside me. I could also feel hands rubbing over my breasts now. 

Was this it? Was I going to die while being fucked by a phantom cock?

One of the orcs came forward, confidently striding toward me, though his sword was still sheathed on his back. He was tall and muscular, more so than the typical orc. A steel mail cuirass covered his torso, and steel plate covered his shoulders, though his brawny upper arms were bare and his lower arms wore black studded bracers. His skin was less green than the others, and had a brownish tone. He had a wide jaw, with black mutton chops and slicked back black hair. 

He came right up to me, almost within reach of my blade. I held it up threateningly. He looked me over with his dark brown eyes. They were a similar color to mine, but there was something very cold and menacing about them. They were the eyes of a predator. I tensed as he studied me, though I was still gasping and groaning, my face was hot and flushed. I was still being vigorously fucked. My wet pussy was throbbing wildly as the menacing warrior stood over me.

A faint smile crossed his lips. I noticed that he didn't have the ugly protruding tusks that the other orcs had. He could almost pass as a big ugly human. He had to be a half-orc. 

"I am Yurag. Commander Chief, Red Finger Clan...Who are you, gruiuk?" he asked in a deep gravelly voice.

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pumping cock. "I'm just a traveler, passing through here."

"No, you not pass through here...Do you surrender?"

I looked around at the many sets of orc eyes staring at me. I knew all too well what they would do to me if I surrendered to them. I looked back up at the half-orc, "Do you?"

A smile crossed his face as he chuckled. 

"I mean it. I'm actually a scout for the royal military. The King has sent a great army here....Ungh...He has a least five soldiers for every one of yours. All fully armored, bearing...ooh...bearing castle-forged steel. They will crush you. If you don't surrender, your only hope is to flee this area immediately."

He looked at me, narrowing his eyes skeptically, "I have scouts too, gruiuk. There no army."

"The army has many powerful mages. You won't see them if they don't want you to."

"Enough of your human tricks!" he snapped. "Do you surrender?"

"No." 

"Good!" He smiled as he drew the large sword from his back. He held it in front of him with both hands, standing with his legs apart in a fighting stance. It looked like a finely crafted steel blade. The cock started thrusting into me more vigorously and I let out a small whimper. Oh Gods, not now! My heart was thudding rapidly in my chest. 

The half-orc suddenly lunged at me and brought his sword down with surprising speed. I raise my own sword and blocked the blow, but the force made me stagger back. He pressed his attack with strong skilful strikes, and I struggled to block them. It immediately became apparent that he was a much better fighter than the others. That wasn't surprising; it was often the most powerful fighter who became leader among orc clans.

I found an opening to strike at him, but he moved with surprising speed and parried the blow. I felt his boot painfully slam into my chest as he kicked me away. I tumbled to the ground and was winded, struggling for breath. The other orcs around us were cheering their commander loudly. The cock had stopped thrusting, and slipped out, leaving my cunt wet and sore. I could feel the juices dribbling out of me. The half-orc came forward and stood over me.

I quickly rolled away and got to my feet, raising my sword again. Yurag was waving his sword at me, "Come on, gru. You not surrender, then you got to kill me!"

I came at him, swinging my sword in fast controlled motions. His defense was tenacious, as he parried my blows. I stayed light on my feet, constantly moving about. Our blades were continually clanging together as we fervently tried to get through each others defenses. His sword was longer than mine, as were his arms. I found it very difficult to counter his extra reach, to even get close enough to strike. He had to be one of the most difficult opponents I had ever faced.

More orcs seemed to have gathered around us, cheering loudly as we fought. I was drawing on all the speed and agility I could, trying to gain an edge. I feinted to the left of him, and he swung his sword at me in a wide arc. I anticipated this and ducked low as the blade whooshed over my head. I lunged at him and drove my blade into his flesh, under his left shoulder plate. 

He grit his teeth but didn't even yell out. He brought his arm back up and slammed his fist into my head. I was knocked off my feet and hit the ground hard. The blow left me dazed and reeling. Then the half-orc was on top of me. He was quick to grab my wrist and rip the sword from my grip. The side of my face stung furiously as I cried out and struggled against him. He growled like a beast as he used his weight and strength to pin me to the ground. 

Blood spilled out from his wounded shoulder and ran down his thick arm. I managed to slip an arm free. I raised my leg and pulled the dagger from my boot. Yurag saw it and reached for it as I slashed his arm. He got hold of my wrist. I strained against him as I tried to plunge the dagger into his body. I was hoping that the blood-loss would weaken him, but he overpowered me and forced my hand into the dirt. He wrestled the dagger from my grip and tossed it aside.

I growled and struggled with all I had, and managed to get an arm free again. I went straight for his shoulder and dug my fingers into the stab wound. This time he did yell out in pain. He dropped down and slammed his elbow into my face. I hit with an intense blast of pain. He managed to get a firm hold of both my arms and pin them above my head. I struggled vainly, but he had his weight on top of me and I couldn't move. I found it hard to breathe.

I looked up at him. Blood was still flowing from his shoulder and the new cuts on his arm. He looked down into my eyes and forced a smile, showing his large yellowish pointed teeth. "You too pretty for one who fights like that." 

I spat in his face, it was all I could do. Yurag just continued to smile. Then he lifted his weight off me. I fought against him as he turned me over and forced my arms behind my back. "Rope," he called out. 

I looked up to see an orc approach us. "Good fight, Urdanog. She not ordinary pinky."

"No, she not." He held my arms firmly and bound my wrists together with the thin rope. He grabbed my hand and ran his fingers over my ring. I felt him spit on my finger and then start pulling the ring off. He wasn't being gentle about it, and I flinched as it painfully tugged at my skin. He managed to wrench it off. "Magic." I could hear the smile in his voice, "What does it do?" 

I didn't see any point in lying, "Defense against poison."

He then flipped me over again. Apart from feeling battered and bruised and violated, I also felt terrified and sick. Being bound and helpless among a large horde of orcs stirred up bad memories of that night in Fangrind Forest. How could I have been so stupid as to walk right into it?

The big half-orc loomed over me again. His hand moved to my chest and he gave my breast a squeeze through the leathers. "Been long time since my blood was spilled in fair fight. What your name, gruiuk?"

"Rohme." 

"Rohh-mee," he let the name roll over his tongue. Then his hand moved lower, rubbing over my belly and then to my waist, smearing more of his blood over my already filthy leathers. He started opening the pouches in my jerkin and going through them. He pulled out a ball of red sap and sniffed at it, "What is it?" 

"...More defensive magic." 

He grunted and put it back. He pulled out my small bottle of healing potion, somehow, it had remained unbroken through the entire scuffle. He uncorked the bottle and took a sniff. "Yes...good." Then he held up my ring again, "Defense against poison...You drink first." 

He moved the potion bottle to me lips. He was being careful, making sure it wasn't poisoned. I did feel very sore and battered. I could feel the side of my face swelling, where he struck me. I didn't see any point in refusing. Being bruised and swollen wasn't going to stop me from being raped. I drank down some of the potion and felt the warm tingling sensation wash through my body as I was healing.

Yurag then pulled it away and put it to his lips. He downed the rest of the potion and then tossed the empty bottle aside. He rubbed at his bloody shoulder, "Your potion good." His hands moved to back to my chest and he started undoing the laces that held my leather jerkin closed. Soon he pulled my top open and exposed my large brown boobs. There was excited rowdy cheering all around us. I looked up to see many large green orcs had gathered around us and were staring hungrily down at me. It didn't seem to bother them that I was filthy, covered in dirt, sweat and blood. 

Yurags' large rough hands were over my tits, lewdly groping and squeezing them. "Fha grazadh! I will fuck you hard!" He was watching me closely to see how I would react to that. I chose not to show any reaction.

"Yes! Fuck the kurv!" called out an orc nearby. 




Orc Bait 05



"Kurvan gru buth haraug! Make her scream!"

Yurag gave me a lusty smile as he rubbed his hand over my face and pressed his thumb into my lips. I just grit my teeth and stared coldly at him. My heart was beating rapidly, I desperately wanted to fight or flee, but I could do neither. "Not here...my tent."

He stood up over me and I found myself being pulled to my feet. The orcs quickly closed in on me and large rough hands were all over my body. I yelped as my tits and ass were savagely squeezed by the brutes. "Back off!" yelled Yurag in a booming voice. The orcs reluctantly obeyed him, the hands came off my body as they took a step back.

He gripped my arm behind my back and lead me out through the crowd of stinking excited orcs. I was being lead toward the camp, which was close by. They were all following closely, cheering, taunting and chattering excitedly as they went. 

I worked to put my fear aside and observe what I could. We passed the trenches and outer walls, made up of sharpened logs. They looked to be still building their defenses, it appeared they had not been there for very long. There were many small canvas tents and campfires scattered about the camp site. I spotted short wiry goblins around the place, carrying out different tasks. There was also a place off to the side where I could see half a dozen wargs tied to posts. The sight of them made me shudder.

From what I could see, this horde appeared to be around twice the size of the one I had encountered in Fangrind Forest. Around one hundred and twenty orcs, maybe. I certainly did not expect to find this at the site of the ruins. When I set off, I thought I was coming to stop Aerowyn. I got in way over my head, and now I was in deep trouble.

We got to the center of the camp, where there were a few much larger tents. One of them had to belong to the commander, or perhaps all three. An older-looking bald orc addressed Yurag. "Have fun with this one, Urdanog. We all have her when done? Graug kurv?" 

"Hahaha, plenty madh uruk gajol for you, Graug Kurv!" cheered another orc, as he rubbed his crotch.

Yurag just frowned at them and spoke out, "Double patrols and sentries. In case there more humans. Get shamans to scan area. Take wargs out."

"Yes, Urdanog." 

***

He turned and pulled me along into his tent, leaving the excited crowd of orcs behind. The words 'graug kurv' filled me with anguish. I had been a graug kurv. It meant horde slut. It meant having my body mercilessly violated by big orc cocks, one after another. Becoming a fuck-toy and cum-dump for so many smelly brutes, who favored hard anal pounding and rough face fucking. Who were greatly amused by the abuse, humiliation and degradation of a helpless female. I couldn't be a graug kurv again.

Yurag pushed me into the centre of the spacious tent and closed the flaps. I turned and looked at him. My instincts told me to run, but there was nowhere to run to. I could continue to fight him with all I had, but I suspected he would like that. He just stood there leering at my bare breasts with a hungry look on his face. He reminded me of Kurok, the other orc leader. He tried to claim me, but also shared me with the rest of his horde. Perhaps I could entice this brute to claim me for himself, and be spared from becoming a graug kurv. Then I could wait for an opening...

I slowly walked up to him with a smile on my filthy face. He was watching me carefully with his dark eyes, and his lips curled up in a tight smile. The half-orc wasn't as ugly as most full blooded orcs. His body was actually quite attractive. Tall and well proportioned, a strong and muscular warriors physique. It reminded me of Strafe.

When I got close to him, I turned around and pressed my ass into his crotch. I had to raise myself up to do it, the top of my head came up to his wide chin. He grunted his approval and reached around to grab my bare breasts. I let out a pleasurable sigh and rubbed my bound hands over his groin. I could feel the hefty bulge pressing out from his leather pants and grabbed at it.

"Mmm, you are a powerful warrior," I said, as I continued to rub his cock. "I have never found a man as strong as you. You have proven yourself to me in battle, and earned the right to claim me. Will you make me your raus gruik?"

"Raus gruik," he said. It was hard to pick his tone. Perhaps he was considering it.

"I will give you strong sons."

He chuckled, "You would...Roh-me." 

I pulled away from him and turned to look in his eyes. "Unbind my arms now. You won't have to force me. I'm yours."

"No human tricks, " he said firmly.

"No." 

He stepped forward and I turned around, presenting my bound arms. I looked around the tent. The sun shone onto the pale canvas walls, filling the large room with muted light. There were various pieces of basic furniture placed around the room. A weapon and armor rack was at the east wall. I noticed the battle axe and crossbow sitting on it as soon as I entered. The crossbow wasn't loaded, and the axe looked a little too heavy and unwieldy for me.

A large wooden crate looked like it was used as a table at the west wall. There was a wooden barrel next to it, and a large steel tub sitting on top. At the north wall was his bedding, which just looked like a large simple straw mattress, covered in sheets and cushions. This was what passed as the luxury tent in an orc raider camp.

He untied my hands, and I brought them in front of me. It still felt like there was rope wrapped around them. Aerowyn, I had almost forgotten about her. She would have taken the hard knocks with me, and wondered what the hell was going on. Now she wasn't going to like what was going to happen here.

I pointed over at the steel tub on the crate, "Can I wash up?"

"Strip first,"

"Sure." I started unstrapping my leather armor as he went over to the makeshift table. There was a small chest sitting on top. He pulled out a small brown potion bottle and gulped down its contents. I wondered what it was, but didn't ask. He watched as I pulled off my top and let it drop to the floor. I bent over and pulled off my boots, before dropping my pants. My leathers were filthy, covered in dirt and blood. I didn't hesitate pulling my damp panties down, exposing my dark bush. 

I looked up and saw Yurag smiling at me, now he had predatory lascivious dark eyes. It was unsettling. He obviously liked what he saw. I forced a smile back and then walked over to the crate. The steel tub was half filled with water. I cupped the water in my hands and brought them to my face, taking a long drink. There was a small washcloth by the tub, I used it to wipe my face and other parts of my body that were dirty and sweaty. I could feel the half-orcs' steel gaze upon me as I did. 

He walked over to the racks and unstrapped the sword from his back before carefully putting it up. Then he undid his shoulder pads and removed them. I watched as he pulled his steel mail cuirass over his head and hung it up. There was still a lot of blood covering his upper body. His belly and broad chest were chiseled and muscular. A layer of dark body hair covered his abdomen, but wasn't so thick that it hid his brown-green skin.

He walked back over to me. I wrung out the washcloth before bringing it up to his shoulder and wiping away the blood. My potion had closed up his wounds, but left a noticeable scar. I continued to wring out the cloth and wipe away the blood. There were smaller scars I had left on his arm. Many other scars of various shapes and sizes were scattered around his large solid body. "Orcs wear scars with pride, when taken in battle," he told me.

"I thought you said it has been a long time since someone drew your blood in a fight?"

"It has." He looked down at the scars on his chest. "Rough childhood."

"I see."

"I survived it. My enemies did not."

"Was your mother human? Or was it your father?"

His lip curled up in a snarl. He snatched the cloth away from me and tossed it on the crate. Then bent down and roughly grabbed a breast with one hand and took the other one in his mouth. His other hand groped at my ass. I was startled by the sudden attack. He was mauling me like an animal. I squealed as his teeth painfully clamped down on my nipple. His hand quickly moved between my cleft and a couple of fat fingers forced their way into my slit, and were moving around.

Sudden fear gripped my mind, and I felt ropes pulling at my wrists. I couldn't help trying to push the boorish fighter away, but he had me firmly in his grasp. Aerowyn was in distress at the crude molestation. I slapped myself in the face. 'Just calm down bitch, you're making it worse.' The half-orc looked up at me, obviously puzzled by what I did.

I was then scooped up in his strong arms. He carried me over to the bed before dropping me onto it. I looked up to see him pulling down his leather pants. His big erect cock was freed and poked out aggressively from his hairy groin. It was fat and bulky, with thick veins running all over the brownish green shaft. At the end was a bulging, round mushroom head, which was wet with precum. A large pair of heavy, hairy balls hung beneath it. Holy shit! The damn thing was big, even for an orc. I had taken larger, though not by choice.

I got up on my knees and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft. I gripped it tightly, it was very strong and firm. I could feel it pulsing in my hand. Yurag was looking down at me, a slight smile forming on his lips. I brought my head forward and opened wide, taking the fat glans through my lips. My mouth watered and I got the heady taste of his precum as I sucked on the firm meat. I was also hit with the strong sweaty smell of his crotch, perhaps I should have washed there first.

Yurags hand ran through my hair and then he pulled my head back, so that his cock slipped out from my mouth. I looked up at him. "You like my gaj, Kurv?"

"It's big and strong, like you."

He smiled wider, showing his teeth, "Spread your legs for it." 

Damn, he was impatient, and was used to getting his way. I spat out a large glob of saliva onto the head before lying back on to the bed. I spread my thighs apart for him and slipped my hand down over my cunt. I pushed a couple of fingers into my slit, trying to get myself ready, and warning Aerowyn of what was to come. Though I was pretty sure she knew, that was why her anxiety and rage was filling my mind, making it difficult to become aroused.

The big half-orc dropped down on the bed, between my legs. He gave me a hungry, lustful look before pulling my hand away from my cunt. He grabbed his erection and brought it forward. The fat glans rubbed along my lips a few times before he prodded it into me. My netherlips were painfully stretched open around the rigid member as it sunk into me. Once the head had forced its way inside, he thrust forward. I cried out as the bulbous tip pushed deep into my body and my stretched cunt was filled with his fat throbbing organ.

He leant over me, putting his weight on his broad arms. Then he raised his ass and I felt the fat cock slide back several inches. He drove his organ deep into me again with one hard thrust. I cried out as my stretched cunt was obscenely penetrated. The blunt cockhead seemed to prod even deeper into my body. Straight away it pulled back, before driving into me again. 

The half-orc grunted loudly as he continued to fuck me that way; pulling back slowly and then spearing his cock into me hard and deep. I continued to squeal and gasp and yelp as he stabbed his member between my spread legs. The burning friction made each hard thrust quite painful. 

He wedged his big member in deep and kept it there. I could feel his soft hairy ball sack pressing into my taint. His hand rubbed over my hot face and cupped my chin as he looked down into my teary eyes. "What's the matter? Is not what you want...Raus Gruik?" His tone was taunting.

My face was hot and I grit my teeth as Aerowyns' rage filled my mind. I wanted yell, 'Get the fuck off me, you stinking ugly bastard!' Instead I took a deep breath and calmed myself, "Nghh, you're gaj is so big, Urdanog."

He chuckled and gave me another hard thrust. Then he got up, so that he was kneeling between my spread thighs. His big cock slipped out from my pussys' tight grasp. He grabbed my legs and lifted them, bringing my sore cunt up in line with his jutting organ. My shoulders sunk down into the bed. The big half-orc was moving my crotch into position as I felt the turgid member rub over my puffy slit. Then it pushed forward, opening me up and sinking into me again.

His grip on my legs got even tighter. He started rocking his hips back and forth in a steady thrusting motion. My whole body was bucked with each hard thrust, making my big tits bounce about. I found myself moaning and gasping as the big cock was eagerly ploughing through my aching cunt. 

I could feel that Aerowyn had started to calm down a little now. My stretched pussy was gradually becoming more slick and pliable as it was vigorously fucked. Thankfully, the burning friction had died down. I could hear the half-orc grunting and groaning with pleasure as he continually slapped his groin into mine. 

I was angry with myself for allowing the savage to use my body for his pleasure like this, but I fought with all I had, and I was defeated. I guess I was lucky to be alive. Lucky that orcs did a lot of thinking with their cocks. He would be fucking me whether I allowed it or not. Now all I could do was try to stop it from becoming much worse.

Eventually he stopped and pulled his thick organ out of me again. He let my legs drop and I lay there limply. My pussy still throbbed and ached, and now it felt very wet. I looked up to see his big glistening cock poking out in front of him. He climbed over me and straddled me. His hot member rested on my belly as his hands firmly grasped my tits. I lay under him, breathing heavily as he squeezed the large fleshy orbs. 

He was lewdly playing with my boobs, mashing them together and roughly pulling and groping. "Hahaha, you love my big gaj, kurv. I love you're big toks!" He circled his fat fingers around one of my big brown nipples before pinching it hard. I let out a squeal as the sharp pain hit my mind. He just laughed at my reaction.

"Don't!" I said firmly, scowling at him.

He just smiled at me and released my nipple. He shuffled forward and brought his hard cock over my chest. My boobs were groped by his big rough hands again, and he squeezed them around his cock. I could feel the fat member rubbing on the skin between my fleshy mounds. He was rocking his cock back and forth through my tits in a fucking motion. The round head was thrusting at my face.

He let go of a boob and roughly grabbed my hair. I yelped in protest as he pulled my head up and brought it to his cock. The moist glans rubbed along my cheek. I opened my mouth and took it in. Yurag grunted his approval as I sealed my lips around the shaft and sucked. He mashed my breasts together around his cock and rocked it back and forth into my face.

I kept my head up, sucking the tip of the cock as it moved back and forth. It was better than having him ram that thing in my pussy, but I was sure he wasn't done fucking me yet. Indeed, it didn't take too long before he released my boobs and pulled away from my face.

He reached around, got hold of my hips and flipped me over. I let him lift my ass up and position me on my hands and knees. I braced myself to take his fat cock again as he positioned himself behind me. That big round cockhead prodded into my slit and forced its way through. He let out a loud grunt as he mounted me, wedging his meaty rod in deep.

He gripped my hip tightly with one hand and raised one leg over my thigh. His other hand reached forward and firmly gripped my shoulder. It felt like he was clinging to me possessively as he stuffed my body with his pulsing manhood. Then he gave a powerful thrust, bucking me forward and making my hanging tits slap against my arms. 

He was doing it again and again, pounding his cock into me as violently as he could. I couldn't stop myself from crying out and squealing as my poor little pussy was repeatedly bludgeoned. Yurags' fingers dug into my skin as he held me tight, he was grunting and groaning loudly as he continued to thrust into my body like a wild beast. 

I was moaning and gasping as I took his continuous hard thrusts. Surely, he would not be able to keep that pace up for long. I was sure that he would soon peak and spurt inside me. I would welcome it. There was the very real possibility that he could impregnate me, but I had more immediate concerns. 

Yurag just continued to give me thrust after thrust. I could hear his panting and felt his sweat dripping onto me. I was sweaty and panting too. I could feel the heat rising within me. My pussy had become very wet and I could feel the juices splattering out as the cock slammed into me. My mind was overwhelmed by the intense painful pleasure. I could feel it building deep inside me. Oh Gods! The brute was going to get me off if he kept it up.

I didn't know how long he had been fucking me from behind like that. Eventually he came to a stop and left his cock wedged in my hot pulsing cunt. Wasn't the bastard going to get off? Wasn't I? I growled in frustration and started moving my ass back and forth, fucking him back. He chuckled and rubbed his hands over my sweaty back, before moving down to my breasts. 

I was pushing my ass back on his cock for a few moments, before he pulled back and slipped out of me. My cunt felt sopping wet now, and empty. He let go of me and then went and slumped down on the bed next to me. His hard wet cock rose up from his hairy groin, he lay back as he caught his breath. The bastard was pacing himself, stretching it out. He had amazing stamina, he could be fucking me a long time if he continued to stop and start like this.

I reached over and got a tight hold of his rigid member. I could get him off. He smiled at me as I shuffled so that my head was over his cock. I gripped the shaft firmly and stroked it, as my other hand rubbed at his ball sack. It was heavy and leathery, covered with wiry hair. I ran my tongue along this tip of his fat cock, tasting my own juices.

I opened wide and took him in my mouth once again. I sealed my lips tightly around the wide shaft and sucked forcibly as I bobbed my head up and down. I continued to stroke him and massage his balls as I sucked. His pleasurable groans told me that I was doing it right. 

Then his hand came on top of my head and forced it down. The fat glans poked into the back of my throat. I gagged and forced my head up and off his cock. I coughed and spluttered loudly. Then I looked up at him through teary eyes, "Don't do that!" I scolded.

He just looked at me coldly, "Go deep."

"Just don't force me," I said, looking at him angrily. I rubbed my tongue over the tip, before going down on him again. 'Go deep,' what an asshole! I could do it, but I didn't much like it. I took his cock in deeper until it was almost at the back of my throat. I hesitated for a moment, before swallowing and forcing my head down. I had to fight my gag reflex as my tight throat expanded around the organ. I could feel the round head pushing down into my throat as my lips slid further down the shaft. 

My lips were resting at the hairy base of his cock. I had his full length crammed down my throat. It felt extremely uncomfortable and sore. Yurag groaned in pleasure. Slowly, I pulled back up again, and let the meaty rod slip out from my throat. I moved up so that I only had the tip in my mouth and sucked it hard as I stroked the shaft.

Yurag put his hand up and ran it through my damp hair. "Again," he ordered. 

I rolled my eyes and then took his cock in deep again, swallowing it into my tight throat. His hand grabbed the back of my head and held me there. I couldn't pull back, and I got scared. Was the bastard trying to choke me with his cock? I raised my fist and punched him in the side of the gut. He gripped my hair and started thrusting into my throat, fucking it like my pussy. I thought he was going to kill me.




Orc Bait 05



I got hold of his ball sack and squeezed hard. He yelled out and let me go. I quickly pulled my face up off his cock. I was coughing uncontrollably. My throat was sore as hell. Tears filled my eyes. "Fucking shit-eating mud boar!" I cursed, as soon as I could stop coughing. 

I was half expecting him to strike me, but he just looked at me, grimacing. "Again!"

"No!" I said firmly. I was still seething with anger.

"Said I don't have to force you."

We both looked intently into each others' eyes. He was waiting for me to submit. I knew well that he could overpower me and force me if I didn't. I remembered my plan; to pleasure him to the best of my ability, make him want to claim me, and then seize any opportunity. But I hated allowing him to abuse my body any way he wanted.

"Okay, I'll go deep," I said. I lifted myself up and shuffled over him, swinging my leg over his body. He watched as I squatted over him. I grabbed his big erection and lined it up with my wet puffy slit. Slowly, I lowered myself down and felt my lips being spit apart by the round head. I grit my teeth as I dropped down on him and felt the meaty rod slide in deep and fill me up once again. I only stopped when I had the fat cock buried into me balls deep. 

He seemed amused as he looked up at me. I suspect that being an orc raider, he was used to taking women by force. He wasn't accustomed to having a woman penetrate herself on his cock. Now to make the ugly bastard cum.

I gyrated my hips and let out a moan as the fat member pressed into different parts of my tender insides. Then I lifted myself up several inches and dropped back down. There was no going easy now, I was going to ride him hard. I started slapping my tight cunt up and down on his cock at a fast pace. My big boobs were bouncing up and down.

My breathing soon become labored, and I was feeling the heat rise within me again. His hands came up to rest on my bobbing hips, but he wasn't exerting any force. I leaned forward a little and brought my hands to his hard muscular chest, putting some of my weight on him. The look on his face and the pleasurable groans he was making told me that he was really enjoying it. 

I continued to strenuously ride that big green cock. My muscles started to ache, and sweat was dripping off me. The hard member was feeling better with each stroke. I could feel the carnal pleasure tightening down inside me. Damn, this brute had stamina. I was going to get off before he did. 

His hands reached up and started groping my sweaty tits. I started fucking him with more urgency. I was heading for the peak. Throaty moans escaped my lips as I bounced up and down, fervently grinding his thick fuckmeat. His hands then moved to my hips and he held me down so that I couldn't raise myself again. 

I looked down at him as I gasped for air, beads of sweat rolled down my face. I thought he was going to finally cum, but he wasn't showing any signs of it. He wasn't groaning or making that strange face men make when they blow their load. He was just looking at me with a slight smile on his lips, and holding me down on his cock. 

I tried to pry his hands from my hips, "Let go of me, you prick." His smile broadened to show his pointed teeth. He bent forward and grabbed me, pulling me down toward him and holding me to his firm sweaty chest. His cock was just sitting inert in my wet hugging cunt. I was aching for more thrusts. "Let go! Let me fuck you!"

His hands rubbed over my back as I squirmed on top of him. They moved down over my warm moist skin until they were rubbing at my round ass. I felt one of his fingers slipping around my soaking wet netherlips that were stretched around his shaft. His wet finger was then rubbing around my little pucker. 

It made tense up, I didn't want to be touched there. "No, don't!" I protested as the fat digit prodded right into my netherhole. I tried to lift myself up, but the strong half-orc held me down firmly. I clenched my tight sphincter, but the finger forced its way through and went into my ass. I groaned loudly at the unwanted violation.

The finger started moving inside my clenching ass. He moved it around in circles, rimming the tight hole. I cursed and protested as he worked his finger into me. He pulled it out and rubbed it around my wet slit, before poking it into my ass again. He moved it back and forth in a fucking motion. Soon he pushed in a second finger, and my little opening was stretched wider. I grit my teeth as he worked both fingers into me.

He slipped them out, and I was glad to feel my asshole close up again. Then Yurag lurched under me and I let out a squeal as I was being rolled over on the bed. The big brute had his heavy body on top of me now. He raised himself and pulled his hard cock out from my soaking wet cunt. 

I caught my breath as he knelt over me. His thick member was still jutting out aggressively from his crotch and glistening with wetness. I didn't like the cruel smile he was giving me. Playing with my asshole wasn't just innocent exploration. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't like it one bit. 

I spread my legs wide apart and presented my wet pussy. "Raus gruik!" I said, looking into his dark eyes. "Don't you want to breed me, Urdanog? Plant your strong seed in my womb?"

"I want butharog."

"No. You can't have butharog!" I said stolidly.

He just let out a deep taunting laugh. He grabbed me and was rolling me over. I struggled against him, but once again he was overpowering me. He pinned me down on my belly against the bed. His hand groped at the flesh cheeks of my butt, and then I felt him prodding a finger into my asshole again. 

He still held me down as he positioned himself behind me, getting between my spread legs. He then lifted my ass up and my knees were bent under me. I could feel his wet erection rubbing over my crack. I groaned in anger and trepidation. Having my ass penetrated by a thick orc cock was not a new experience for me. It fucking hurt. "Just fuck my pussy, you green bastard!" I growled.

He spread my cheeks apart and then there was the dreaded feeling of the big blunt head poking at my clenching anus. He gripped my ass tightly as he pushed forward. I grit my teeth and groaned as my little hole was painfully stretched open for the invader. The cock forced its way into me and I was hit with the constant sharp pain from my ass. 

Yurag thrust his cock forward and sunk it in deep. The round cockhead felt horrible poking deep into my rectum, and my stretched sphincter hurt like hell as it squeezed the bulky shaft. The half-orc brute didn't waste any time pulling his cock back and getting into a continuous thrusting motion.

My little asshole relentlessly squeezed the wide shaft as it sawed into me. I gasped, groaned and yelped as I was roughly butt-fucked. My ass felt like it was too small to take the huge cock, yet Yurag just continued to ram it in hard and deep. I was reliving my ordeal in Fangrind Forest, where I was sodomized continually by big orcs. I tried to relax my ass and stop it clenching around the big thrusting gaj.

Yurag pulled back and my ass released its tight grip on the fat member. He pushed me and I slumped down flat on the mattress. He quickly mounted me again, lining his member up with my raw ass and pushing it in. He resumed his pounding thrusts, putting his weight down into me and squashing me into the straw mattress.

I just lay limply underneath him as he grunted and groaned and repeatedly rammed his cock deep into my ass. His sweat was dripping onto me again. There was a wet slapping sound as he fucked me hard. I wondered if he was ever going to get off. 

After a while, he pulled out of me again. I found myself being flipped over and repositioned. I was on my back and he raised my legs up and pushed them back to my chest. "Hold them," he grunted. I held my legs up as he shuffled forward and pushed his cock back into my ass. At least it didn't hurt as much this time. Then he got over me and I let go of my legs, resting them on his broad shoulders. 

He looked down at my hot sweaty face, "You got tight buth, good for fucking." He started slapping his groin down into me, resuming his deep thrusts into my ass. His hands moved up and were groping at my tits again. 

Yurag banged away at me for a while longer, reaming out my aching hole. His breathing got harder and more labored. His groaning and grunting got louder. He sped up his thrusts, wildly pumping my ass. I cried out beneath him. Then he stuck his throbbing cock in deep and let out a low growl. I could feel the hot fluid gush out deep inside me. He continued to growl and groan as he slowly thrust his pulsing member and more of his cream spilled out and filled up the narrow passage. 

The bastard had finally cum.

He wiped my wet hair from my face as he caught his breath. His cock was still rocking back and forth inside me. Soon he slipped it out, and I felt his wet cum spill out after it. He crawled over and lay back on the bed beside me. I was laying there too, hot and sweaty. My pussy and ass were throbbing and aching. It felt like I had just been fucked by the entire horde. 

Yurag put his hand on my head and was pushing it down to his crotch. "Clean me," he ordered.

I looked at his slimy cock, which wasn't as big and hard now. It was only half erect. "Ugh, I'll get the washcloth," I said, as I started to get up.

He grabbed my arm, "No, use your mouth, Kurv." 

I snarled at him. Yuck! What an asshole! I slowly moved my head down and started licking the slimy cum that covered his hefty manhood. I tried not to think how disgusting it was. I looked up and saw the half-orc smiling down at me. "Heh heh, wrong hole for breeding, raus gruiuk? You would give me strong sons...but too much human blood. If only you were uruk gruiuk."

I stopped and looked up at him. Damn it, he doesn't want me to be his raus gruik because I'm human. He could have told me that earlier, but the ugly bastard was leading me on.

"Wouldn't keep you as raus gruik anyway. Like keeping wild warg for milking. Too dangerous, not smart." He pushed my head down, "Suck my gaj clean, Kurv." I moved my head down and took his slimy softening member in my mouth. It didn't taste very pleasant. "You think my orc half make me stupid. Like they think human half make me weak. They're wrong. You're wrong. You just looking for chance to escape. Not my raus gruik, you are Ushutar Kurv--my prisoner."

I raised my head and wiped my mouth. I was pretty sure that Ushutar Kurv meant 'Warrior Slut.' I needed a drink. 

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Brought you here to fuck you."

"I meant, why did you come here, to the hollow hill, Asshole?"

"Heh, Dru Mabrotnosh called us here. Offer great power, and beginning of Burzam Lufutaum, Great War, end of humans."

"Dru Mab-rot-nosh?" I struggled to recall the orcish words I had learned, "...Dread Queen?"

"Close enough."

"That's what you call Sierra?"

"See-erra?"

"She's trying to trick you. She will give you great power, but you will be enslaved to her."

Anger flashed in his eyes, "I am no one's slave!"

"The demonic power will bind you to her will. You will have no choice."

"Be quiet, Kurv!" he snapped loudly. "Just wanted to fuck you. Don't have to listen to your yapping." He got up off the bedding and walked over to the pot in the corner and began pissing into it. I sat there watching him, and glanced over at the weapons rack where he left his sword. Could I be fast enough? No, he was wary of me. Damn him to the Hells.

Then I realized that I couldn't feel Aerowyn any more. When had I lost my link with her? I was a little distracted by having the shit fucked out of me. Was she okay? She could be unconscious again, or she could be dead. I had no way of knowing.

My stomach tightened as I wondered what was going to happen to me now.

Yurag went to the steel tub and splashed some water over his face, then he went and started pulling his pants back on. I just sat up on the mattress, wincing from my aching wet asshole. "Can I wash up and get dressed?"

"Maybe you show rest of the camp how good kurv you are. Get plenty more messy."

"No! You're the only one who defeated me. You earned the right to take me. Would you let your men have me when they didn't earn it?" 

He looked down at me for a moment with a slight smile on his face, as though he was contemplating something. "You're right, Ushutar Kurv."

***

I found myself being dragged out of the tent stark naked. The half-orc commander was topless, but had his longsword slung around his shoulder. There were several orcs out there, still waiting around. They cheered loudly when they saw my naked sweaty body. 

"Sounds like you give her good fucking in there, Urdanog. Take long enough. We can fuck graug kurv now?" 

"If you earn it," said Yurag. I was frightened as he pulled me along by my arm. The crowd of orcs gathered around me, leering at my body. A few hands shot forward and groped at my tits and ass, until Yurag called out, "Leave her!" I wondered where he was taking me. It appeared we were moving toward the center of the crater, toward the ruins. 

We seemed to collect a larger following of orcs as we went. They were all cheering and laughing and calling out crude things in orcish. I saw Yurag grab a couple of torches from the ground. The afternoon sun was up in the sky and beating down on us. I wondered why we would need them.

We approached the pond in the middle of the crater, which encircled the ruins. It was just outside the camp. The ground beneath us was thick mud, I could feel my bare feet sinking into it, making my steps more laborious. Yurag came to a stop several paces from the waters edge. There was a large crowd of excited, smelly orcs all around.

I felt a surge of fear as Yurag drew his sword. "Back off!" he yelled. He held it out in front of him and started to circle me. The orcs were quick to step back and get out of the way of the blade. Soon there was a large clear area around Yurag and I, though the crowd of orcs encircled us. Dozens of orc eyes were staring lustily at my naked body. I didn't see any point in trying to cover myself. My pussy was tender and wet, but that was nothing compared to my aching slimy asshole. I really didn't want to get fucked again. 

Yurag pulled the oily rag from the end of the torch and held the wooden stick out to me. I just stood there for a moment, looking at him. "Take it, gruiuk," he insisted. I reached out and took the stick. What the fuck was he up to? 

The orcs around me were very rowdy and excited. Some of them even had their green cocks out, waving them at me. "SHUT UP!!" Yurag yelled over the noisy crowd in a booming voice. The noise around us died down, and Yurag spoke out loudly, "Humans mostly weak and pathetic. Rely on tricks, and numbers, and fancy weapons to win fight. Hide away in their big stone buildings...But sometimes you find human who fights like demon!"

He pointed his blade at me, "She killed your horde brothers in battle. She not graug kurv. She is Roh-me, the Ushutar Kurv!" He pointed at the stick in my hand. "That is her sword. Defeat her...and you can fuck her!" 

Loud laughter and cheering erupted around me. So that was his game, he wanted me to fight his men? Naked, with a wooden stick, after I had just been fucked raw?

"Who first?" said Yurag, holding up the other stick. The orcs were all calling out and eagerly reaching for it. "Smutol, give me your sword." A tall lanky orc in tattered brown leathers, with a greasy black mohawk stepped forward. He drew his iron sword from his hip and offered it handle first to the half-orc. Yurag took his weapon and handed him the stick.

Smutol turned and smiled at me, showing his pointy off-white tusks. "I fuck you hard, Kurv." I just stood there with the stick in my hand, sizing him up. He suddenly lunged at me with the stick raised high. I could easily see the attack coming, as he swung down at me, I swiftly ducked and pivoted, dodging the blow. I swung my stick and hit him in the neck. 

The orc growled loudly and continued to come at me with frenzied strikes. Then Yurag came forward, grabbed his leathers and pulled him away. "You're dead, Smutol. No fuck." 

"I not dead!" protested the orc.

"Sword in the neck is dead." 

The orcs around us started laughing and taunting him. "Nnnaagh, I win if it was real blades!" he growled angrily.

"You be real dead," said Yurag. "Who next?" He selected my next opponent, and I found myself facing a stocky, bare-chested orc with a wide jaw and short dark hair. He just gave me a wide tusky grin as he held the stick in front of him. The others were cheering him on.

He approached me more cautiously than my previous opponent. He started hacking his stick at me with much strength. I could easily parry the heavy blows, but the force of them was jarring, and I was stepping back as he advanced on me. 

My feet sank into the mud, making it extremely difficult to maneuver about swiftly. It took away any advantage I had with speed and agility. It made it very difficult to counteract the strength of the orcs. That had to be why Yurag chose this spot. I wondered if it was his men he was testing, or me. More likely he just doing this for his twisted amusement.

I sidestepped, and the orc gave a wide horizontal slash. I met his stick with my own and they clashed forcibly. I put all my weight onto it and forced his stick down into the mud, then I brought mine back up and dragged the splintery wood across his belly. He cried out as he raised his foot and kicked me hard in the knee. It made me cry out in pain and stumble, then his stick struck me hard over my shoulders. I dropped to the mud. 

The big orc got on top of me and wrestled the stick from my hand. I fought against him as he grappled with me in the mud, but just like Yurag, his strength was overpowering. He got me onto my back with my legs spread. He buried a couple of fat fingers into my cunt, and was fervently rubbing at the tender flesh. I was groaning and trying to push is hand away. The orcs around us were cheering loudly.

Then Yurag was standing over us, "Get off her, Gorgul. You lost."

"No, I won! I fuck her now."

"She gutted you. How can you fuck when she gutted you?"

"Hehe, I show you." He took his fingers out from my slit and pulled out his thick green cock, which had become very hard. 

Yurag bent down and quickly sliced his sword across the orcs' broad belly. Gorgul had a shocked look on his face as he looked down and saw the green skin split open and his blood and intestines spill out. I was shocked too, as the red blood spilled out over my skin. I crawled away from the screaming orc who had his bloody hands over the gaping wound, trying to hold in his gory innards. 

The orcs around us were suddenly very quiet, and all we could hear was the orcs' agonized screams. Yurag just stood over him, expressionless, with his bloody sword in his hand. He raised his blade into the air and then brought it down fast, cleaving the orcs' head apart. The fat orcs' screaming stopped and he fell limply to the ground. His blood continued to spill out into the mud.

The crowd were still quiet as Yurag casually wiped his blade on the dead orcs' pants. He looked up over the crowd before calling out loudly, "Only one rule--Do what I say!"

One of the orcs in crowd started laughing loudly, and soon others joined in. "Hahaha, How can you fuck when she gutted you? Hahahaha!" 

"Heheh, Undur Dragri!"

Yurag looked down at me, "Get up, Ushutar Kurv."

I was still shocked at the way the half-orc senselessly butchered one of his own men in front of me. But when I saw Yurag selecting my next opponent from the eager crowd, I started to raise myself up. My knee hurt like hell when I put weight on it. My naked body was now caked in mud and orc blood. 




Orc Bait 05



I saw them drag the large dead orc from the cleared area, leaving a trail of blood and innards in the mud. My wooden weapon lay in the mud at the edge of the clearing. I limped over to it. A hand shot forward and groped at my left tit as I picked it up. I swung the stick at the arm but missed as it quickly pulled away. The orcs were laughing loudly, "I give you hard butharog when my turn, Kurv."

I turned to see a large powerfully built fighter facing me with the stick in his hand. He was much the same build as Yurag, though his skin was dark green and his head was bald. Yurag smiled, "Those two just warm-up, Ushutar Kurv. Now see how you do against Bugrash."

The big orc came forward, holding his stick out in front of him with both hands. I held up my stick defensively. I really had no option but to fight. He started swinging at me with fast, controlled strikes. I needed to focus all my speed and skill to parry the blows. A swung back at him now and then, but he fought a lot like Yurag, and his defense was extremely difficult to breach.

He came at me, swinging fast and strong, and I needed to keep moving as I parried. There were several times when the stick almost hit me. My knee stung with intense pain every time I put my weight on it, and I was groaning and grunting as I fought. 

He was deliberately driving me back, and I was quickly running out of space. I felt an orc hand grab at my ass as I blocked a hard swing coming at my head. I swiftly tried to wheel around him. My hurt knee gave way and I slipped in the mud and stumbled. Bugrash saw the opening and I couldn't bring my stick up fast enough to stop him smacking me over the back of the head. 

I yelped in pain as I quickly tried to get away and fell back into the mud. Bugrash just stood there and lowered the stick. He looked over at Yurag, "That kill her, Urdanog. I win."

He nodded, "Yes." The crowd all around us erupted in loud cheers.

Yurag approached me as I was picking myself up. He put his hand firmly on my shoulder, keeping me on my knees. He pulled back my hair and looked into my face as I gasped and winced in pain. "There you go, Kurv. He earned right to take you. Give him his reward, or you get tied up and fucked by everyone."

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as Yurag stepped back and Bugrash came forward with a smile on his ugly green face. I had no doubt that Yurag would make good on his threat. I had no choice but to pleasure this big brutish orc. He got in front of me and pulled his thick semi-erect member from his dirty pants. 

The crowd cheered and taunted even louder as he took hold of his hefty dick and started rubbing it over my sweaty face. He pressed the soft round head into my lips, and I reluctantly opened up and took him in my mouth. I sucked on the warm spongy meat and could feel it swelling and stiffening, forcing me to open my jaw wider. Soon I had his firm erect cock filling my mouth, and it was every bit as large as Yurags'.

I did my best to ignore the pain in my knee and my throbbing headache as I sucked on the fat orc cock. Perhaps if I did it well, I could get him off and he wouldn't rape my sore pussy or ass. I took the wide shaft firmly in my hand and stroked it as I rubbed my tongue over the firm glans. I could hear the orc groaning with pleasure above me. 

I sucked and stroked and licked to the best of my ability. The orcs around me cheered me on excitedly, and called out lewd taunts and insults. I blocked out the wall of noise as I worked to pleasure the substantial organ. 

A hand came and wiped the damp hair from my bobbing face. I realized it was Yurag. "Show how you go deep," he said in my ear. That bastard! His hand gripped the back of my sore head and pushed me down on the cock. I swallowed as the cockhead went to the back of my throat and forced its way down my neck. I fought my gag reflex as he held me there for a little while, before letting me go. I pulled all the way back and gasped and coughed and teared up. Gods, I hated that.

I didn't get much of a break before he was pushing me down on the cock again. I was forced to take the cock deep into my throat until my lips were at the broad base. His hairy balls pressed into my chin and the bushy wiry pubic hair scratched at my lips and nose. It smelt terrible, and made me shudder. 

Yurag forced me to deepthroat the big cock a few more times as the excited orc crowd cheered on. I was glad when he stepped back and left me alone. I resumed bobbing my face on the meaty rod and sucking hard, hoping that he would get off soon.

He pulled back from my slurping mouth and then got hold of his shaft and brought it forward. I was ready to take him in my mouth again, but instead he slapped the big wet cock against my cheek. He did it again, and the fat member hit me quite hard. I groaned in protest and the orcs around me laughed. He rubbed it over my nose and then brought it to my lips. 

I opened up as he pushed it into my mouth and resumed sucking, but he pulled it out straight away. He slapped it hard into the other cheek and was chuckling. The bastard was tormenting me. I wanted to bite his cock hard. He brought it to my lips again and I open up for it, but he just slapped it against my lips a few times. 

"Fuck the kurv hard!" I heard the orcs call out.

"Ram it up her buth!" 

Bugrash raised his leg and kicked me over into the mud. He got down on top of me and was spreading my legs wide. Damn it, this was it. My pussy was still tender from Yurags' vigorous pounding, and the rough face fucking in front of a leering audience didn't do much for my libido.

The big orc cock was soon prodding into my slit though, and I couldn't do anything as the fat head forced its way through. I grit my teeth and groaned as he thrust forward and wedged his cock deep into my body. He got on top of me and started thrusting hard right away. 

I moaned and gasped underneath the big strong orc as he pounded me into the mud. My tender pussy stretched around the fat organ as it took each brutal thrust. Bugrash moved his big hands up and rubbed and groped my tits. I looked over and saw many sets of orcish eyes staring at me. Several of them had their big erections out and were stroking them as they watched me getting fucked in the mud.

After a while, Bugrash started grunting louder as he gave me hard deep thrusts. I felt his big cock throb as the wetness spurted out inside me. He pulled his cock out from my hugging pussy and wiped the slimy head on my dark bushy pubic hair. The orc warrior gave my tits one last squeeze before he got up off of me. The crowd were all cheering him as he stood. He just turned and walked off.

I lay there for a moment, sunk into the mud with my legs spread wide and pearly cum leaking from my puffy pussy lips. The orcs were taunting me loudly, "Ha, she more kurv than ushutar!"

"You love big uruk gajols, Kurv! You take plenty now."

Yurag came and stood over me and I sat up. I was really sweaty and filthy now, with the stench of another orc on me. Yurag looked down at me and chuckled, "There you go, gruiuk. Maybe Bugrash give you strong son. Get up for fight, or stay there for more fucking."

I groaned and picked myself up from the muddy ground. Yurag had chosen another orc for me to fight. He was another bald orc, but not a tall or solid as Bugrash. I picked the stick up, and got into my fighting stance. My knee still hurt, and I was becoming fatigued, but I wasn't going to let another ugly brute beat me. 

He came forward with his stick raised. "You spread legs now, Kurv. Save time!" He edged forward and started hacking his stick at me. I parried a few hard strikes and then quickly prodded my stick hard into the centre of his chest, making him yelp. He quickly knocked my stick away.

"Dead. You lost. Who next?" said Yurag.

"Gahh, No! Not ready!" protested the orc. The others around us laughed and taunted him. He just screwed his face up and let out a growl, before storming off. Yurag was quick to hand the stick to another eager fighter.

I continued to fight with all I had, until I defeated the orc challenger. And then the one after him. They were grieved to lose, and the others all jeered and berated them. At least the bastards didn't get raped when they lost. 

I wiped the sweat from my brow as the sun beat down on me. I could feel the heat of it on my sweaty, muddy skin. I tried to catch my breath as my heart thudded strongly in my chest. My muscles were fatigued. My knee still ached and my pussy was sore. I could feel the cum still leaking out of me. 

My endurance was being tested. I could tell that my movements were getting slower. The constant stream of orcs were wearing me down. But I had to keep fighting, the alternative was to have my body repeatedly and brutally violated by the ugly savages. I should be grateful that Yurag gave me the chance to fight. It was more than I got at Fort Nikes, or Ulrich City.

Yurag handed off the stick to my next challenger. He looked younger, but still bulky and muscular, with long dark hair tied back behind his head. He looked me over and then turned back to Yurag. "I saw human out there. She fight two uruk ushutar. Kill them both. Why not fight two now?"

"Afraid she beat you, Brokil?" replied Yurag.

The orc smirked, "She good at handling thick hard stick." 

The orcs all around us all broke out into laughter. Yurag chuckled too, "You want to fight her with brother, Knorgh?"

Brokil grunted and nodded. Another taller orc stepped forward and stood beside him. 

"Okay then," said Yurag. The two orcs grinned and the others around us cheered. The second orc was soon handed another stick. Shit! Now I had to face two of them, while I was tired and sore and slowed by the mud. I wasn't sure if I could beat them...unless I tried a different tactic. 

I suddenly lunged forward and swung my stick at Brokil. It took him by surprise, but he managed to get his own stick up to block it. I quickly struck at him again and again, my moves flowing into each other. He was barely able to parry, and I was getting through his defenses. Then I quickly ducked, barely dodging the strike at my head from his brother. 

Brokil started hitting back, and I was moving backwards, defending against the blows of the two orcs. Damn it! I almost had him. I saw an opening, and swung out at Knorgh, but he dodged backwards. I had to bring my stick back quickly to block Brokils' slash. 

They were both attacking me again, and I had to move the stick fast and keep moving to avoid being hit. They were driving me back, toward the wall of noisy orcs that were reaching out for me. I couldn't retreat back any further. I suddenly lurched forward again and had to block a high blow from Knorgh. Then I felt the painful sting of the stick whacking my thigh. I staggered and then felt another hard blow across my back.

I growled out in frustration, and slipped away from them. I faced the two orcs, holding my stick up defensively. They were just standing there, and looked over at Yurag.

"Brothers win," he said. The orcs all around us cheered loudly. Brokil and Knorgh smiled broadly. Brokil grinned at me as he rubbed his crotch. They came forward. I didn't want the bastards to touch me, a swung my stick, making them back away. The crowd booed and called out vulgar orcish insults.

"Put stick down, Kurv. Give them reward," ordered Yurag.

"It wasn't a fair fight," I protested. "Two on one!"

"One rule, remember? Or you like to play different game?"

I growled angrily and threw the stick down in the mud. I knew Yurag would not tolerate me defying him in front of his men, and he could make things a lot worse for me. Brokil quickly came forward and grabbed me. He got behind me and his big rough hands were lewdly groping at my dirty sweaty body. His brother joined him, getting in front of me and roughly squeezing my breasts. Once again, the orcs around us were cheering excitedly.

Brokil bent down and cupped my chin in his hand as rough wet tongue licked along my cheek. Knorghs' hand moved up between my thighs. I groaned as a couple of fat fingers pushed up into my tender cum-slick pussy. I was preparing myself for more rough sex, though it was the last thing my tired sore body needed.

As Knorgh fingered me, I felt a hand groping at my butt. Then fingers were sliding up my ass crack, before prodding around my netherhole. The finger forced its way through my clenching sphincter. My ass was still sore and wet from the hard fucking it got from Yurag. I groaned loudly, I knew Brokil wanted to stick his cock in there too. 

The finger slipped out, and my little hole closed back up again. Brokil grabbed me around my waist and pushed my back, making me bend forward. I put my hands to my knees to support myself as I was bent over. Knorgh soon had his fat swollen cock out and was rubbing it over my face. He gave my cheek a few hard slaps with the bulky member, the way Bugrash had. 

Then the round glans was prodding at my lips and I opened wide and took him into my mouth. My tongue rubbed over the swollen tip and my mouth watered as I got the heady taste of him. Soon he was thrusting through my tight lips and grunting with pleasure as I sucked him off.

Brokil was prodding at my backdoor again, but it was much broader than a finger this time. The big cockhead painfully stretched me open as it forced its way into my ass. The bulky shaft was grinding through my stretched ring as it sunk in deep. I moaned around the big cock in my mouth as my tight stretched ass was filled with orc meat again.

"Ngaaah, yesss, Butharog Koh!" The young orc gripped my hips tightly as he started rocking his body back and forth, giving me deep hard thrusts. The orc in front of me got hold of my head and pushed his cock back and forth in my sucking face. My ass was slick with Yurags' cum, helping the cock to slide through as it repeated rammed deep into my body. The rough ass-fucking was not as painful as it could have been. 

It was much more difficult to suck on the big dick as the other orc pumped his cock into me from behind. He was grunting and groaning like an animal as he sodomized me. The other rowdy orcs were all cheering and encouraging the brothers as they banged me at both ends.

After a while, Knorgh pulled back from my sucking mouth and wiped his wet cock on my cheek. I gasped and moaned as his brother continued to prod his cock deep into my bowels. "Now we shun kurvan gru," said Knorgh.

Brokil grunted in agreement and stopped his thrusts. He reached over and grabbed my breasts and pulled me up against him, so that I was standing up with his rigid pole still wedged deep in my ass. Knorgh bent down and grabbed my leg and lifted it up. I winced as my injured knee was throbbing painfully again, it matched the throbbing pain in my asshole.

The tall orc shuffled closer to me and pushed my leg back further as he rubbed his member along my slit. He didn't waste any time pushing it into me. I gasped as I felt my tender cunt being filled with hard orc cock. Now I had two big orc cocks buried deep in my body. It wasn't the first time. Knorgh started pushing back and forth in my wet pussy and his brother was moving his rod in my tight ass. 

I was sandwiched between the two hard orc bodies. My sweaty breasts pressed into Knorghs' chest and I wrapped my arms around his broad upper body. The cheers around us got even louder as the brothers double fucked me. The two of them grunted and panted as they worked their cocks into my body, gradually getting harder and faster. Cum was splattering out of both my ravished holes.

I was gasping and moaning between them, the stimulation from the two big cocks was intense. My body was getting even more hot and sweaty between the two orcs. It went on for a while, as my body took thrust after thrust from the two vigorous cocks. Brokil started groaning louder as he rapidly thrust into my ass. Then he let out a low growl, and I felt his hot cum spurting out inside me. 

He moved his cock back and forth more slowly in my squishy asshole as the other cock continued to fuck my pussy. The fat member slid out, and some of the pearly wet cum spilt out with it. Brokil backed away behind me, his brother held me and gave my pussy a few more pumps before he pulled out. My ass and pussy still throbbed strongly, even though they were now empty.

Knorgh roughly turned me around and pushed me down in the mud. "Now I get butharog!" I was on my hands and knees, he didn't waste any time mounting me from behind. His big wet cock poked into my sore asshole and pushed in deep. Then he was ramming into my ass with deep hard thrusts. I yelped and moaned as he roughly sodomized me. I could feel the cum spilling out and running down my puffy pussy lips.

Brokil knelt down in front of me and brought his cock into my hot face. I took the slimy softening member into my mouth and sucked him clean, getting the bitter salty taste of his fluids. After a little while, he pulled out of my sucking mouth. Knorgh reached forward and pushed my face down into the mud. He grunted as he violently pounded my ass, bucking my whole body forward.

I turned my head out from the mud and gasped for breath. The fat cock was pumping me furiously. Then he suddenly pulled out and growled loudly as his throbbing cock erupted all over my gaping asshole. I felt the warm cum spurting over my sweaty skin. I was glad that he had finally finished. 

Knorgh wiped his cock over my butt, then stood up. I lifted my head and sat down in the mud. I wiped the mud from my face. Once again, I felt like I had been reamed raw, my aching asshole still throbbed wildly. The two brothers stood over me, smiling proudly, like I was some conquered prize. 

I had come to block out the wall of noise from the crowd of rowdy orcs all around us, but I heard one of them say; "I go next. Where Urdanog?

"Urdanog gone to see shaman."

I quickly looked up and scanned the orcs all around me. I couldn't see Yurag. Did the bastard just leave me here? I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as the orcs were all leering down at me. A murmuring swept over the crowd as it seemed they were unsure of what to do. 

One of the ugly brutes then stepped forward and picked up a stick from the mud. I was quickly getting to my feet as he lunged forward and whacked me in the side of my gut, making me yelp.

"I win. I fuck you now, Kurv," he announced.

"No, you have to do it properly," I growled.

He just dropped the stick and grabbed me. I tried to knock his hands away, but he held me tightly. The others were encouraging him, "Fuck her buth!"

"Give graug kurv more gaj!"

I continued to fight him, but then another orc came forward and grabbed my arms. I was promptly overpowered and bent over in the mud. Soon the orc had mounted me and was grunting with pleasure as I was being roughly sodomized again. Where the fuck was Yurag? Was he going to come back and stop this? Or did he become bored with his game and just left me here to be gang raped?

Another orc had picked up the muddy stick and clapped it over my back. "Shun kurvan!" The orc behind me just continued to grunt and groan as he held me tightly and pounded my ass. "Shun kurvan, gru Kurv!" said the orc more forcefully.

He stopped thrusting into my ass, and then grunted, "Okay!" He held me tightly to his body, with his big meaty log wedged in my ass, as he flipped me over. I yelped as I found myself on top of him as he lay in the mud. The other orc climbed on top of us and lined his big erect cock up with my pussy. I soon found myself between two big orc bodies again, their hard cocks pushing up my pussy and ass.

They just continued to fuck me hard until they groaned and spurted their foul cum. More orcs ritualistically hit me with the stick before taking their place and merrily ramming their cocks into my hot, tired and sore body. A hard dick was pushed into my lips and I let it into my mouth. I sucked on the thrusting cock as two more pumped my cum-slick ass and pussy. 




Orc Bait 06



This one has strong graphic violence, non-consent themes and demonic themes. Thanks to all who have read this far, and those who have shown their appreciation with votes, favorites and comments. Hope you enjoy the series finale. Yep, it's the final Orc Bait story, but certainly not my last story. I'll be back. -Ax

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-2211, day 04, month 07, The Hollow Hill, Night of the twin full moons.

"...up, Rohme. Come on, bitch, wake up!" 

As I slowly came around, I became aware that my arms were above my head, my muscles were strained and sore, and rope painfully bit into my wrists. In fact, I was aching all over. My knee was badly hurt. My vagina and anus were sore as Hell, and I grievously recalled what I had been through to make them that way. Those damn stinking orcs. That evil twisted Sierra. Things had gone very wrong for me.

I slowly raised my head as I became aware of my surroundings. I was in a dark gloomy prison cell. Rusted iron bars were ahead, and crumbling stonework bricks covered in green moss made up the other walls surrounding me. The air was damp, there was the smell of mildew and the steady sound of dripping water. I became aware that I was hanging from the ceiling by thin rope wrapped around my wrists and tightly knotted. I shuffled my feet and stood up, groaning as the strain was taken off my arms and wrists, but I was still unable to bring them down below my head.

"About time! This is not the time for a nap, ranger!" 

I turned and saw Aerowyn close beside me. The red-headed witch was standing there stark naked with her arms bound above her head. Her pale lithe body stretched out taut in the gloomy light. Her long red hair flowed down past her shoulders and she stared at me intently with her disparate green and hazel eyes. 

I groaned as my hands throbbed and prickled painfully as blood returned to them. I looked down and was thankful that I was still wearing my leathers. At least I hadn't been stripped naked as well. "Aerowyn...How long was I out?"

"An hour...three hours. I don't know, it's hard to tell down here. But I do know we're quickly running out of time to stop that ugly sorceress cunt!"

"You think we can still stop her? It looks like she has won to me."

She looked at me disparagingly, "You have to stop her, it's your destiny!"

"It's not my fucking destiny! That was all a ruse, so that she could get you to bring me here. We both played right into her hands."

She exhaled sharply and grit her teeth as she seethed. "Yeah, she told me that too. But I don't believe her. You have to stop her...You just have to." 

"And how the fuck am I going to do that?!" I said angrily. "She's a brilliant tactician, she plans for every possible outcome. She has a whole fucking horde of orc savages...rapist bastards. You didn't tell me about them! And you compromised me, getting yourself captured!"

"Fuck you! Things might have been different if you let me sleep beside you in the tent."

"Why would I want to sleep next to you?! You're as twisted as she is!"

"You're one to talk, you raped me as well!"

"You deserved it, Cunt!"

She just grit her teeth and glared at me furiously. We both fell silent as we seethed. I was hot and full of rage. I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I had fought with all I had, I had gone through Hell again, and it was all for nothing. The evil Sierra was going to get her way. Aerowyn was going to die, and I was going to be become a demonic undead slave, forced to aid Sierra in bringing about the end of the world.

After a short while, I could feel Aerowyns' gaze upon me. I turned my head and looked into her intense eyes. She broke the silence, speaking calmly but firmly. "I believe in you, Rohme. You're a hero. You have the strength to forge your own destiny, no matter what Gods and Devils have planned."

I was a little take aback. I could easy imagine that being something Sierra would say to me. The real Sierra, whom I once loved. I breathed deeply and let my anger fade. Fuck destiny. Whilst I was still alive, I still had plenty of fight left in me.

I looked up and studied the dilapidated prison cell around me. "Are there any guards?" I asked.

"No. That's why the evil bitch has us strung up."

"Can you cast?"

"What do you think?...No. Whenever I build any power, that damned heartstone draws it away from me. Perhaps I can do a cantrip, something that doesn't require any build-up, but I don't have any that will get us out of these bonds." 

"Can you do any healing cantrips?"

"A bit of weak spot healing, maybe."

I shuffled toward her as much as I could. Thankfully, she was on the right side of me. I stuck out my leg so that it was as close to her as I could get it. "Heal my knee." 

She looked at me for a moment, and then nodded. "Let's see if I can." She leaned over and brought her bare foot up. I leaned over as far as I could as she tried to reach me. Soon her toes made contact with my injured knee, making me wince. She settled and kept her balance as her toes lightly rested on my dirty leather pants. 

A look of concentration came over her face, and then she growled in frustration. "Damn stone! I can only do this very slowly."

"Do it slowly then." 

"How did you hurt your knee?"

"Fighting orcs."

"Oh...I could feel you fighting, while that sorceress bitch was raping me. And then...oh Goddess, it felt like you were being fucked by a horse! Those smelly green brutes! You would need your cunny and asshole healed as well, right?"

"Just concentrate on what you're doing, bitch."

The half-elf scowled at me as she kept her toes on my knee. I could feel the mild warm tingling sensation in the aching joint, as it was magically healed. We kept at it for around ten minutes or so. Both of us were getting sore and tired from holding the awkward position, but I could feel my knee getting better. 

I eventually pulled away and we both straightened up again. "Better?" asked Aerowyn.

I raised my leg and swung my knee in front of me. There was only mild discomfort now. I wished that I could heal the rest of my battered and ravished body. 

"So, now what?" asked Aerowyn.

"We'll start by getting out of here." I gripped the rope above me and then swung my legs up over my head, bringing them to the rope. I coiled the rope around my boot and then shimmied my way up until I was able to bring my wrists in front of my face. The rope was tightly wrapped around my wrists, it was a sturdy knot, tightened by my dead weight.

I knew knots well, and I could see where it needed to be loosened. Hanging there upside-down on the rope, I started pulling at the knot with my teeth. It was very tight, and it was hurting my teeth as I pulled at it. I was making very slow progress, but it was progress. Soon I started to feel light-headed and had to lower myself down, being careful not to tighten the knot again. 

Aerowyn had just been quietly watching. "Wow, is that going to work?"

"Yes," I replied, before flipping myself back up again. I worked the knot for a while longer before I finally succeeded, and pulled the rope through. I continued to pull at it with my teeth, undoing the knot. I was able to pull my hands apart a little as it loosened. I flopped back down again and yanked hard at the rope. It gave way and I fell down onto my ass. I yelped at the jolt of pain from my tender ass, which had been roughly pounded by several large orcs earlier. At least I was free of the bondage.

"Oh, well done, Rohme," said Aerowyn, looking down at me. "See, I told you. You can do this!"

I slowly picked myself up, before moving over to the rusted iron door and examining it. I felt at my leathers, my lockpicks had been removed. I was standing on the wrong side of the door to use them anyway. "I don't suppose you can do an open-lock cantrip?"

"No. Are you going to untie me, or what?"

I ignored her and examined the bars. There was an empty corridor on the other side, dimly lit by a few flickering sconces on the wall. I couldn't see much else. The bars were old and rusted, but still quite strong. The stonework walls were cracked and crumbling. 

"Hey, what are you doing? Come and untie me," called out Aerowyn.

"Shhh," I hushed her.

I looked up the top corner of the front of the cell. The stone bricks seemed to be partially collapsed. I began climbing up the bars.

"Rohme, are you listening to me?"

"No, so shut up!" I got a firm hold of the bars, raised my leg and started kicking at the end bar forcefully. After several hard knocks, more of the wall crumbled away and the bar bent outward slightly. It created a small gap. I kicked the bar several more times, but it didn't budge. The gap wasn't large enough for me to fit through, but someone smaller and skinnier might have been able to squeeze through there. 

I climbed down, "All right, Aerowyn-looks like I need your help again." I moved over to her.

"Ha, very funny. You weren't going to just leave me hanging here."

She looked into my eyes as I reached up and started untying her wrists. Then she suddenly lunged forward and pressed her lips into mine. It caught me off guard, just as it did with Sierra. Though this wasn't entirely unwelcome. I kissed her back for a moment, as my heart started beating faster. Then I quickly pulled away and looked at her quizzically.

She just smiled at me, "Just in case I don't get a chance to later...when we save the world." 

She was right-there may not be a chance for this later. And I suddenly wanted her, just like I wanted her back at Kabores' tower. I moved forward again and pressed my lips into hers'. She was letting out soft moans as we hungrily explored each others mouths. I brought my hands down and rubbed them through her soft long hair and along the bare smooth skin of her back. It soon had my heart racing, and my nether regions tingling. It had me forgetting about my sore tired body. 

Was it possible to hate someone and love them at the same time? 

I quickly pulled away again and caught my breath. "Damn it! We don't have time for this, Aerowyn." 

She licked her ruby red lips, looking so damn sexy. "Yes, you're right, Rohme. Hurry up and untie me, will you?"

I sighed loudly and went back to untying the rope. Soon I had her free and she collapsed on the stone floor, rubbing her wrists. "Thank you," she sighed. "I'm going to destroy that hideous demon-sucking whore!"

"We still need to get out of here." I nodded up to the small gap in the corner of the bars. 

Aerowyn brushed her silky blood-red hair back and looked up with an incredulous look on her face, "Seriously?"

"You'll fit. And then you can see about getting me out of here."

She sighed and lifted her slender naked body from the ground. "Well, it's a plan, I guess."

She then came forward and grabbed me. Her hand pressed into my leather pants, at my crotch. "Aerowyn, not now..." I scolded.

"Shhh," she said. I could feel the warm surging sensation flowing through my sore cunt and ass. She was healing me again. 

"We don't have time," I protested weakly. But I let her continue. My insides felt bruised and sore from the rough fucking of several big orcs. Her soothing magical power was a relief. As I allowed myself to relax, it actually felt quite nice. Aerowyn was looking into my eyes as she healed me. Damn she was pretty. 

I came forward and tenderly kissed her soft lips again. She let out a pleasurable sigh as she kissed me back. These may well be my last hours in this life, I wanted to enjoy this moment. I rubbed my hands over her warm skin again. They slowly moved down and I groped at her smooth firm ass. My healing pussy was tingling wildly. I knew it wasn't just the healing magic, it was my building arousal. I really wanted to take her, right there.

Then I came to my senses again. We had a job to do. I suddenly pushed the naked redhead away. She groaned in protest and pouted, looking damn sexy as she did. I could see that she was hot and flushed, and highly aroused as well. "That's enough!" I said, and pointed up at the gap in the corned of the cell. She sighed loudly and slowly nodded. 

My cunt wasn't so sore any more, it was hot, wet and aching to be touched. I took a deep breath and worked to calm my simmering libido.

Aerowyn turned and looked at the gap. Soon she was climbing the bars and I had a good view of her firm pale butt. It didn't help in trying to calm myself. I steadied my breathing as I listened for anyone approaching. She got to the small gap in the top corner and grabbed the bent iron bar. "Rohme, I'm not going to fit through here."

"Yes, you are."

She sighed, and then shuffled about as she got into a better position. Then she moved her head to the gap in the corner. It did seem like her head wasn't going to fit through, but she continued to shuffle about and groan as she pushed through the gap. 

"Nghaagh...this isn't going to work," she groaned.

"Be quiet. It is. Once you get your head through, the rest of you will fit."

She made more muffled strenuous noises as she squeezed her head through the gap. Then her head was out of the cell. She couldn't go any further. I looked up and watched her struggling, and was treated to a view of her smooth pink pussy. 

"The rest of me is not fitting, Rohme. I'm stuck."

"Hold on," I said, as I started climbing up the bars. I got up behind her and clung to the bars firmly. "Exhale all the air from your lungs." She reluctantly did as I told her, and then I raised my leg and planted my boot firmly on her bare ass. She groaned in protest as I started pushing her forcibly. 

I just continued to push, her shoulder went through, and then her pert boobs pressed into the rusty iron bar as they slid past. She suddenly lurched forward and let out a squeal as she was half hanging out of the cell. "I told you to be quiet," I scolded. 

"Fuck you!" she muttered. "Stop pushing." 

I took my foot off her ass, she grabbed onto the bars and managed to pull her lower half through. She half fell, half climbed to the ground. It didn't look very graceful. I got down too, quietly landing back on my feet. I looked at her through the bars. "You're free. Now get me out." 

She looked at me and nodded as she rubbed her red scraped skin. "She must have stashed my gear nearby. I'll look for it."

"I'm counting on you. Don't get yourself caught." 

She just gave me an intense look, before turning and moving down the corridor.

I was left standing there in the cell. I checked the various pockets and pouches of my dirty blood-stained leathers. The balls of red elm sap were still there. Good, I would likely have to come up against the fleder again. I would need the ear plugs as defense against its sonic attacks. I also needed a good blade, or any kind of weapon. I had little else in my leathers of any use. I hoped that Aerowyn could find her equipment. I had no idea what she carried with her, hopefully something useful. 

The minutes ticked passed. I tested the door and bars again, and paced back and forth. I just needed to get out of the cell, defeat the fleder, kill Sierra, destroy the demonic-heartstone and get out of the crater, past an army of orc raiders. I wished that I had a fucking clue how I was going to accomplish all that.

I stopped pacing when I heard someone coming. Aerowyn then appeared, she was wearing her green mage robes and had an ornate white satchel slung around her shoulder. She stopped in front of the cell and spread her arms apart, presenting herself. "So far, so good."

"Did you see anyone?"

"No."

"Can you get me out?"

"Yes."

She opened her satchel and started fishing around. Her arm went right in as she reached in deep. It was a magic bag, much bigger inside than out. Sierra used to have similar bags. "Do you have magic lockpicks in there?" I asked.

"I don't use lockpicks...You know, there once was a master alchemist who spent his lifetime creating a substance that could burn through absolutely anything. There was just one problem..."

"He had nothing to keep it in," I had heard a similar tale, but didn't really believe it.

She smiled, "There was a solution to the problem, though. Well...two solutions." She pulled out two small strange-looking vials. One red and one black. They had long tubular necks. 

"You're going to burn through the lock?"

She nodded and moved over to the door. "Just watch yourself, ranger, this is dangerous stuff."

I couldn't see what she was doing, but soon there was a loud hissing noise, and I could see black smoke rising up from behind the door. Then part of the door began melting away before me. The lock became a smoldering hole. There was more hissing, and more smoke as the hole quickly grew larger, traveling down to the ground. A large strip of the door was completely burnt away, and there was a smoldering hole in the ground beneath it.

I was amazed. Aerowyn pushed the door open and I stepped out, being careful to avoid the smoldering hole. She smiled at me, "Who needs lockpicks?"

"Do you have more of that stuff?"

"No. It's pretty rare. That was the last of my supply."

"Do you have weapons in there?"

"No, unfortunately. My daggers and darts weren't with them. But there are a few other things we may be able to use...I noticed you're missing your lovely ring."

"The orcs stole it." I shuddered as I remembered Yurag, how he defeated me and then mercilessly violated me.

Aerowyn reached into her magic satchel, "You had better take this then. If I can cast again, I don't want to worry about poisoning you." 

She pulled out two small potion vials, one was light-green, the other was pitch-black. She held the green one out to me. I slowly took it from her. "Poison resistance?"

She nodded.

I uncorked the bottle, "What's the in black vial?"

"Oh, trust me, you don't want to take that one. I think I'll keep it close." She tucked it away into a pocket inside her robes.

I downed the potion and tossed the vial aside. "Minty."

"I don't see why potions need to have an unpleasant taste. Now let's get out of here, I fucking hate this place."

***

We cautiously left the cells. The damp and gloomy passageways proved quite easy to navigate, we had no trouble finding the large chamber where I had encountered Sierra and the heartstone. I carefully crept to the big open doorway and peered inside. I could see the altar in the center of the room where the demonic artifact sat. The large black fleder was still hanging from the high ceiling above it. He didn't seem to notice me peering in. The stairway was on the other side of the room, it was the only exit that I knew of. I could see little else.

Aerowyn crept up beside me and peered in as well. I carefully pushed her back. "No sign of Sierra," I whispered.

"She can't be far. She's still bound to the stone."

"She can make herself invisible to peoples' senses."

"I should be able to see her magical aura, though."

"Unless she can hide that, too."

"If she shows up, we'll kill her. We can't just hide away here in the shadows."

"No, we can't. Are you ready?" 

Aerowyn took a deep breath and pushed the sap balls into her ears. I did the same. She looked into my eyes and gave a slight nod, before walking past me and through the doorway. I peered through the doorway again and watched her stride purposely toward the altar. 

The fleder on the ceiling quickly turned its head to her and stared with its glowing yellow eyes. It let out a high pitched howl and immediately started to move. It spread out its huge black leathery wings and dropped from the ceiling. Aerowyn stopped as the big black beast began flapping wildly and flew right at her, letting out a piercing scream. 

I closed my eyes as the witch made her move. Even with my eyes closed and my ears plugged, I could see a bright burst of light and hear the loud bang, as she threw down one of her flash-bang balls. A second later, a heavy body crashed hard into the ground. 




Orc Bait 06



Then I was moving, sprinting out from the doorway. The black beast was in front of me, struggling to raise itself from the ground. It lifted its head and cried out in panic as it looked around in a daze. As I got close, it let out its mighty scream. Even with my ears plugged, I felt the sharp pain, though it wasn't debilitating, like before. I continued to run at it and swiftly swung my fist, which was clutching a large rock. 

The rock collided with the beasts' skull with a loud crack. Its sonic attack immediately ceased as its head rolled with the impact and dark blood flew through the air. I skidded to a halt and regained my footing in front of the reeling monster. It was letting out high-pitched cries and was trying to back away from me. I didn't hesitate, I lunged forward and slammed the rock down into its head again. 

Surging anger washed over me. I was suddenly filled with primal rage. The wounded fleder was wailing pitifully, and still struggling to get away from me. I despised the loathsome beast with every fiber of my being. I was filled with the overwhelming desire to destroy it.

I clenched my teeth and growled loudly as I stood over the beast and slammed the rock into its head again and again. Its large black body thrashed about as I crushed its skull and its dark blood splattered over me. I was losing myself to the aggravated onslaught. It felt good.

"Rohme?!" Aerowyn put her hand on my shoulder. I immediately turned and swung the rock at her. She reacted quickly and cried out as she tumbled backwards, and it was only a glancing blow to her chest. I glared at the stunned half-elf. She was a worse monster than the fleder. I despised her. She had to die! 

She looked terrified as I clambered over her and raised the rock, ready to slam it into her head. Then she suddenly lunged forward and kissed me on the lips. I was taken by surprise. I just needed to push her away and strike her. 

No...NO!

I fell back onto the ground and released the bloody rock from my grasp. The rage and hatred was still there, but I was in control of it. I was shaking as I sat up. Aerowyn was sitting there looking at me with concern. I looked behind me and saw that the fleder was laying there in a heap on the stone floor, motionless. I raised my shaky hand and removed the sap earplugs.

"Are you okay, Rohme?"

"I...no...I lost control..."

"It's that fucking cursed stone." She looked over at the heartstone on the altar. I looked at it too, and then got to my feet. The silent dim room was before me. I had managed to calm my boiling rage a little. That was fucking scary.

"Sierra, are you here?" I called out. Aerowyn got up and stood beside me. There was no response from the gloomy chamber. "If you're here, show yourself. I'm not afraid of you. Are you afraid of me?" We waited, but still there was no response. "Be on your guard," I told Aerowyn.

I approached the heartstone on the altar. More terrible unnatural feelings were filling my mind. The witch will betray me, she has to die. I shook the thoughts off as I looked down at the demonic stone. "You shouldn't have used your burning solution on the lock."

"I doubt it would have worked on the stone. We can't destroy it. It needs to be cast back into Hell, from whence it came." 

"Duane can help with that. We need to get it to him."

"First, we just need to get it away from the sorceress, so she can't complete her ritual."

"That won't be easy."

Aerowyn screwed up her face and then stepped back. "I can't get close to it. It's...draining me."

"Give me your satchel."

She nodded, and I walked over and took the magic bag from her. I approached the altar again, cautiously scanning the room. Where was Sierra? The stone sat there in the middle of the slab. It was roughly the size of an apple, a deep transparent blood-red color. Faint light from the sconces in the room reflected in the rough-cut facets. 

As I reached for it, I could feel the primal rage building within me once more. I wanted to scream, I wanted to lash out. It was threatening to take control of me again. I grabbed the stone, it had multiple hard edges and was hot to the touch. The damned thing was pure evil, I could feel it in my mind, trying to take hold of me. 

"Rohme, are you all right?" asked Aerowyn behind me.

"SHUT UP! Fucking damned Whore!" I yelled angrily. I quickly put the stone into the satchel, fighting against the strong impulses that were telling me not to. I closed the top flap and suddenly the intense unnatural impulses stopped. My rage quickly began to subside. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't feel it any more," said Aerowyn. 

"Me neither."

"The bag. The space inside it is on another plane. I think I can cast again. Well done, Rohme. You've sent that cursed thing away."

"It is still easily accessible though. We still need to get it away from here." I looked at the stairway on the far wall. "I don't believe that Sierra will let us just walk out of here with it. We need to be cautious."

"Okay, let's go."

***

We made our way up the winding staircase, and through the long hallway. Escape from the dungeon was just within our reach. Perhaps good fortune would finally be on my side, and we could somehow sneak past the orc camp, and get away with the stone. I hoped for that, but didn't expect it. I was prepared to fight, I just wished I had a weapon.

I got to the heavy wooden door and cautiously pushed on it. It didn't budge. I remembered how Yurag undid the crude latch from the other side. It wasn't locked, but we couldn't open it from here. The fleder may have got out another way. How could anyone else get out?...magic?

I turned to Aerowyn, "It's latched on the other side. Can you open it?"

"Sure."

"Quietly?"

"Oh...yeah, I think so." She stepped forward and leaned up against the door. I could tell that she was concentrating, and stayed silent. Soon I could hear the iron latch jiggling on the other side. Moments passed, and the witch sighed in frustration. "Damn it, this is not easy." I stayed quiet, there wasn't anything I could do to help her. If all else failed, we would have to do it the loud way.

A short while later, I heard the iron latch sliding across. "Yesss," Aerowyn breathed triumphantly. She slowly pushed the door open. I saw the thin vines break as the door opened. The dim moonlight lit the derelict stone staircase outside. I went to move past her, but she got in my way. "I don't think so, Miss Brave Ranger. I go first. You're carrying the stone, and you're unarmed. At least I have my spells."

I could see that she was right. I guess I was just used to taking point. I nodded to her. The half-elf took a deep breath and started making her way up the steps. I followed several steps behind. Soon Aerowyns' head cautiously peered over the top step. "Clear," she said quietly.

I silently followed as she got to the top. The large piles of white stones were all around us. Above me, I could see the night sky, with the glowing discs of the twin full moons. It reminded me that the time was upon us. It was now or never. 

"Let's move," I said to Aerowyn. "Stay hidden."

She looked up at the twin moons, "Mara be with us. Grant us strength and good fortune."

"I didn't think you were one to turn to the Gods."

"We need all the help we can get."

I couldn't argue with that. The full moons made it a bright night. I pondered climbing the rubble, and not taking the obvious path of the small crevasse created through the white stones. But decided to stick to the shadows, for now. 

We made our way along the path, suddenly, a loud booming voice stopped us in our tracks. "HALT!!" I knew immediately that it was the orc commander, Yurag. I tensed up as my heart began racing. Then scores of large dark figures appeared above us on the rubble. I could see the bows in their hands and the sharp arrowheads pointed at us. I cursed loudly. It was a fucking ambush.

"Rohme, stay close!" called out Aerowyn. We started running through the shadowy crevasse as arrows struck the ground around us, and deflected off her magical shield. I could see the entrance ahead of us, and the dark pool of water beyond it. The hulking dark figure jumped down from the pile of stones and landed with a loud thud, blocking our exit. Aerowyn quickly halted, and I crashed into her, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"SUBMIT!" called out Yurag, in a loud commanding voice. He raised his longsword before us. I reached down for a fist-sized stone and hurled it at him. He swiftly leaned back as the missile flew past him. I picked up another large stone and stood before him.

The big half-orc let out a taunting laugh, "Hehehe, couldn't defeat me with sword, gruiuk. Think you can kill me with a rock?"

"I'll kill you any way I can, bastard."

"Heheh, IF you can!"

"I can!" said Aerowyn on the ground beside me. Thick green vines suddenly burst up from the ground beneath Yurag. He yelled out as they wrapped around him and the sharp thorns punctured his skin. I acted quickly, lunging at the struggling half-orc and swinging the rock at his ugly face. He turned his head with the blow and I could tell that it didn't strike him hard. His thick muscular arm shot forward and he grasped my throat. I desperately struck at the arm with the rock. He growled and pulled at the vines with all his strength, then hit my arm with the hilt of his sword. The painful knock made me drop the rock.

I could hear some commotion going on behind me, but couldn't see what was going on. I was more concerned with the large hand wrapped around my neck. I couldn't breath. I struggled with all I had, and tried to kick at him, but my feet were getting caught up in the thorny vines. Then I was thrown down onto the ground. I coughed and gasped for breath. Yurag growled and groaned as he pulled at the magical vines that were wrapped around him. He used his sword to hack at them, and his immense strength to pull free.

I sat up on the ground and turned to see someone standing over Aerowyn with a dagger to her neck. The figure was cloaked and hooded, but I knew that it was Sierra. Yurag ripped free of the last of the vines and stepped forward. He stood over me grimmacing, and holding out his sword. Blood ran from several puncture wounds on his skin. I could see my magical ring on his little finger, Aerowyns' poison wasn't going to affect him.

"That's enough, you two," said Sierra. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it. But I knew I could count on you, Sweet Rohme."

"Ngahh, twisted hideous Slut!" growled Aerowyn.

Sierra pressed the blade into her neck, drawing a thin line of blood. "Quiet, you little bitch! Try to cast again, and I'll make sure you regret it."

"Leave her alone, Sierra!" I called out. I was still trying to process what had happened. They were waiting for us? "What do you mean, 'count on me'?"

"To bring out the stone, of course. I can't move it, and I didn't want to risk the orcs getting too close and becoming aggressive. But you have it there in the magic bag, don't you? With the stone out here in view of the twin full moons, the ritual can begin." 

I couldn't believe it. She was expecting us to escape? She was waiting for me to bring out the heartstone, and I played right into her hands. If she had made my escape too easy, I would have suspected that something was off. I could believe it, actually. That was just the kind of devious cunning that I knew Sierra to be capable of. Damn her!

"Sma zan kurv!" said Yurag, smiling at Aerowyn. "Got blood hair, too. I want to fuck her. There nothing like zan cunt." 

"No, Urdanog. I won't have you defiling her before she is to be offered to our Demon Lord, Lorca. And you still have a job to do. Make sure the area is secure, and there are no interruptions to the ritual."

Yurag let out an annoyed grunt. "You still expect trouble, Mabrotnosh?"

"Whether I expect it, or not, doesn't matter. I will prepare for it."

*** 

We were taken to a place nearby. A large area on top of the white stone rubble that had been flattened and cleared. I could see the moons reflecting in the large pool of water that encircled the small island we were on. The orc camp was beyond it, where I could see many torches burning among the scores of crudely organized tents. The dark slopes of the crater beyond that rose up high and surrounded us. It was like a huge barrier, closing off the outside world, and trapping me inside this madness.

The flat area of stone was like a large open stage, with a hill of stone rubble directly behind us that rose up several times my height. In the moonlight, I could see the large red summoning circle on the pale stone floor, several feet wide. Scores of barbaric orc warriors and archers surrounded us. I noticed that they were being careful to avoid the painted circle.

Aerowyn was dragged over to a thick wooden post rising from the ground near the circle. She struggled and protested as the orcs tied her to it, lewdly groping and teasing her as they did. Sierra came and took the satchel from me. I had no choice but to give it up, and concede defeat. I saw her scarred lips give me a conceited smile under her shadowy hood, before she turned and walked away. 

Yurag kicked the back of my knees, making me kneel, as he stood over me with his blade still drawn. "You lucky Dru Mabrotnosh not want to kill you, Ushutar Kurv."

"Because she will have the power to enslave me. Just like she will have the power to enslave you...Urdanog. Do you really trust her?"

"I do not. but if she tries, she will find me a difficult slave."

"I think you underestimate her."

"We will see who underestimates who."

Sierra put the satchel down in the middle of circle, then stood back. "Esta ettular nar," she called out as she raised her hands. The satchel suddenly burst into flames and burned brightly. The orcs all quickly turned, some of them grunted in surprise and raised their weapons defensively. When the bright orange flames died down, the red demon heartstone was there sitting in the grey ashes. I could feel its unworldly malevolent influence once again.

Sierra turned back to us. "Thank you, once again, for your assistance, Urdanog. I can handle these two now. Would you please have your men clear the summoning area." 

Yurag stepped forward, and then nodded to her. "Bi Kurrauz!" He called out loudly. The orcs all stopped and looked at him, then started to leave the area. The tall half-orc stood there for a few moments, looking down at Sierra, who still had her face hidden in shadow within her hood. He just grunted before turning and walking off.

"I'm going out to patrol perimeter. Bugrash, you in charge while I'm gone. Don't go far." He lowered his voice, but I could still pick up what he said with my acute hearing, "Keep an eye on Mabrotnosh...and the Kurv."

I got to my feet again, and stood before the corrupted sorceress. She stood between me and the demonic stone. No doubt if I tried anything, she would quickly incapacitate me with her magic. I looked over at Aerowyn, struggling against her bonds. She wouldn't be able to back me up either. 

"You're still trying to figure out how you can stop this, aren't you, Rohme? You still haven't accepted that you can't."

"You can't prepare for every possible outcome."

"Still have something up your sleeve? I doubt it."

"Maybe Yurag does."

She let out a croaky laugh, "I don't think that crass brute is capable of doing anything that will surprise me." 

Then I heard something behind me, and turned. It was a whooshing, flapping sound. "Hear something, Rohme?" asked Sierra. I listened as it got louder. The sound was familiar. Then the flapping stopped, and I heard skittering across stone. I then saw movement on the towering pile of rubble behind us. A large silhouette crawled up and sat near the top of the pile, looking down on us. I could make out the large pointed ears on its head, and glowing eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Oh, there he is," said Sierra. 

"No...I killed it." I crushed the beasts' head into paste. There was no way it could have survived.

"The stone didn't let him die. And he can magically regenerate. Now the stone is calling to him again." 

The fleder let out a loud shriek and spread its leathery wings wide, making it look huge. Then it leaped from the pile of rubble and flapped down toward us. I took a few steps back as the big black beast rapidly beat its wings and brought its weight down on strong legs on the ground nearby. It moved its head around, surveying the area around us, then looked at me with fiery yellow eyes. It let out another shriek. I reached for the sap balls in a pouch in my leathers. Would I have to fight the accursed thing again?

Sierra walked up to it, holding up her hand. "Calm down, boy. She won't harm you again. She will join us soon." She stroked her hand over its broad furry chest, which seemed to calm the restless beast.

"You better keep that hell-spawned monster away from me, or I will harm it again!"

Sierra turned to me, "Hell-spawned monster? Oh, Rohme, Don't you even know who this is? Don't you recognize a former lover?"

I was confused. I stared hard at the fleder, and then I gasped in horror. "Strafe?!"

Sierra nodded, "Yes. The heartstone affected us all in different ways. It deemed to give our strapping swordsman this bestial form. Unfortunately, devout Miss Cordelia couldn't cope with the demonic influence, and went insane. I had to kill her. But I rather like Strafe this way, he serves me well."

I watched on as she scratched behind the black monsters' ear. The fleder still looked at me. I didn't want to believe what she was telling me, but I did. I could see the faint resemblance to Strafe now. The creature had his large solid build, though its facial features had been warped into something far more inhuman, with large pointed ears, large fangs and blank yellow eyes. 

"It is a hell-spawned monster, and so are you. That thing isn't Strafe, just like you're not Sierra."

"We are all not what we once were. The world will not be as it is now. Change is inevitable, Rohme. Stop fighting, and embrace it!"

The fleder then lumbered toward me. I quickly pulled one of Aerowyns' flash-bang balls from my leathers and got ready to throw it at the beasts' head. Sierra made a gesture, and my arm was suddenly stuck in the air. I growled as I struggled against the invisible force that held me. The fleder got closer and I growled and swung my free fist. It stopped just out of my reach. It then stooped its black head forward and I could see its nostrils flaring as it sniffed at the air. 

Sierra stepped forward as well, "He doesn't want to harm you. I think he remembers you as a mate." She let out a soft cackling laugh. "Yes. You can make it up to him for the murder attempt. It'll keep you occupied while I carry out my ritual, and it will be quite an experience to bring about the end of your life as a mortal."

"You can't be serious." I said, glowering. 

"You're going to enjoy it as much as he will. I'll see to that." She made another gesture, and my other arm was held by an invisible force.

"Ngaagh, let me go, you evil bitch!" I struggled against the magical bonds with all I had. It didn't feel like anything was holding my arms, but they wouldn't budge from their position. I could only feel the strain in my muscles and joints as I pulled. 

Sierra peeled open my fingers and took the flash-bang from me. Then she stroked her rough hand along my cheek. It moved down to my chest and started pulling at the straps to open my leathers. I could do nothing but seethe as my large round breasts were freed, and poked out from my open leather jerkin. Her hands moved over them, groping at the firm flesh.

The fleder was still close by, sniffing the air and calmly watching Sierra with its soulless yellow eyes. I stared coldly at the black beast. How much of Strafe was still in there? Sierras' hands had moved down and started undoing my leather pants. "No!" I protested as I struggled against her. The invisible magic bonds still didn't budge.




Orc Bait 06



"Stop fighting," said Sierra. She held me firmly as she untied the pants. "...Embrace it!"

"Just leave me alone, you cunt!" 

She looked into my eyes and pushed her thumb into my lips. I just scowled as she smiled at me. "I'm excited, Rohme. I want you to be excited too." She reached down and slipped my dirty leather pants down with one pull. My brown thighs, bare crotch and dark bush were exposed. I struggled against her, but she managed to get my pants completely off, past my boots. The evil sorceress didn't waste any time moving her hand up to cup my bare crotch. I could feel her fingers running through my curly pubic hair, and then forcibly rubbing along my slit.

I growled and struggled against my magic bonds. The fleder got closer and continued to sniff. I could smell the wet blood still on its face, and see it glistening in the moonlight. I growled loudly, feeling frustrated at my helplessness, more than afraid. Sierra still rubbed her fingers along my slit. I spat at her and growled angrily. The fleder growled in response.

"He's excited," said Sierra, smiling.

The black beast moved its head down, sniffing along my prone body. Sierra stepped back as he stooped down in front of me. I could feel its hot breath on my bare skin around my crotch. Then I felt the rough warm tongue run up my thigh, leaving a wet trail along my skin. It sent a vivid tingling sensation through my body, making me gasp and writhe in my bonds.

I looked down and saw the beasts' black head in front of my dark furry mound. Then its tongue came up and fervently rubbed along my netherlips. I grit my teeth as the hot moist tongue started lapping at my cunt. The firm stimulation felt good. It didn't take long for my pussy to begin to respond, becoming slick and receptive. 

I looked up, Sierra was still watching me from beneath her shadowy hood. Aerowyn was also calmly watching from where she was bound to the stake, several paces away. I steadied my breathing, and bit my lip, resisting the urge to let out moans and squeals as the bestial tongue fervently worked my pulsing drooling cunt. 

I heard Sierra chuckling in front of me. "You always did enjoy a good tongue lashing, my sexy ranger. Don't hold back now, I want you to enjoy it." 

"Ungh...Go to Hell!"

"No, I'm going to bring Hell here tonight."

I endured the humiliating crude cunnalingus from the beast for a while longer, as my pussy throbbed and tingled. Then the fleder drew itself up again. My eyes were drawn down to the large erect phallus poking up from the monsters' groin. It certainly didn't look human, the thick leathery shaft rose up between two large round furry testicles. The pink rounded head had a broad cleft that leaked a clear fluid.

The fleder brought its head down and began licking around the head and along the length of the shaft. Sierra chuckled, "He IS excited. It will be your last fuck as a mortal, Rohme. I want to make it special for you. I will have you joined with him."

I shook my head, "No!" But Sierra soon started reciting her familiar incantation. I felt the magical power wash over my body. I collapsed on the ground as I was released from my invisible bonds. Heat began to rise deep within me. I felt very strange, something primal and beastial was being awakened within me. There was another heart beating in my chest, it thumped strongly over my own rapidly beating heart. Slowly, the two heartbeats fell in sinc.

I could feel the strong lust, the hunger and the deep-seeded animosity within me. I could feel the pressure of the throbbing organ jutting from my groin. I needed to mate, nothing else mattered. 

The big black beast loomed over me. I growled at him as I picked myself up off the ground. He growled back as he got hold of me, gripping me tightly with his large clawed hands so that I couldn't get away. My heart was still thumping strongly. My pussy and cock were throbbing and aching for release. 

I needed it badly, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I cried out and struggled against my big strong mate as he turned me around. He put his weight on top of me, forcing me to my knees on the hard stone ground. Once again, his large hands grasped me tightly, his claws digging into my leathers. I growled loudly as he raised my rear and shuffled up behind me. I could feel his bristly fur brushing on my skin as he got me into position to mount me.

I could still feel the engorged member, jutting out from my groin. He brought it forward and the bulbous head rubbed against smooth skin. I could feel it on my skin and on the firm glans. It made me shudder with anticipation. The beast bucked forward and rubbed its hefty phallus along the smooth skin of my ass several more times. It let out a frustrated roar as it tried to poke the cock into me. 

I groaned back and tried to raise my ass as much as I could. It was difficult with his weight on top of me and the firm grasp he had on me. We both badly needed that cock inside me. Finally, it prodded into my wet puffy slit and thrust forward. We both cried out in unison as we felt my cunt open up and the big member penetrate deeply.

The fleder grunted and started giving hard thrusts, each one penetrating me more deeply. I felt the bulging cockhead fervently rub at my tender flesh, and the soft warm pussy gripping my hard cock tightly at the same time. It was painful. It was blissful. It was intense. I was quickly losing myself to the primal carnal act, becoming aware of little else.

My mate started pumping his hefty organ harder and deeper. He was grunting loudly. I was moaning and gasping as we feverishly copulated on the stone floor. It was like nothing I had experienced before, giving in to my primal instincts and the potent sensation of the two organs fervently grinding into each other. I found myself gasping for breath as the steady pulse of pleasure emanated through me.

I could feel the pressure in my rigid cock steadily building. The male began thrusting into me with even more urgency. I pushed my ass back to meet each deep stroke. We were hungry for the release. We growled and grunted as we energetically fucked to reach that critical point. 

Before I knew it, the blissful pressure was reaching its peak. We both screamed out in unison. I felt the large testicles tighten and the bulky organ begin to throb powerfully in its tight sheath. Hot fluid erupted from the wildly pulsing member. The excessive pleasurable release emanating from my lower body was overwhelming. I gasped for breath as my senses faded and I found my head spinning out of control...

***

The large bearded man came at me, yelling and swinging his big iron axe. I stepped back as the wide blade whooshed past my face. Then I came forward and met his next swing with my huge two-handed broadsword. There was a loud clang, and I used my immense strength to knock the weapon aside. I quickly raised my sword high and slashed it down sinking it deep into my opponents' chest. He let out a gargled scream as he dropped to the ground.

I turned to see another rough-looking man aiming a crossbow right at me. An arrow slammed into his groin and he let out a blood-curdling scream. I rushed forward and swung my blade wide. His screaming stopped as his head was separated from his body, which fell limply to the ground.

I lowered my broadsword as I got my breath back. I was standing on a dirt road in a remote area, with a field of long grass and a scattering of trees in view. The long snow-capped mountain range could be seen in the distance. There were several bodies on the ground around me, hacked apart and struck with arrows. 

Two large caravans were nearby, lead by horses, which whinnied and stomped about nervously. There was also around a dozen dwarves, male and female, all chained to the one of the caravans. They all had their eyes fixed on me.

I approached them. They looked tiny as they look up at me. Some of them were cowering, but one broad red-haired male stared at me intensely. I raised my sword and some of the dwarves cried out in fright. I brought the blade down and broke the chain they were all linked to, that was attached to the caravan. 

"There you go, you hairy little rock runts." I said in a deep voice. "You're free. Loot the bodies and caravans to help you on your way. They won't be needing their stuff any more."

"Thank you, Ser Knight," said one of the females, with long brown braids and large breasts.

"Heh. I'm no knight. Not any more."

"Oh, disgraced, are ye?" said the red-haired one.

"Nah, it's the other way around. My Lord disgraced me. I don't kill for nobles any more."

"I aint ever had a human help me without asking for sumfin' in return," he said, gruffly.

"We do want something," came a female voice behind me. I looked around at the voluptuous ranger approaching us with her longbow in hand. "If you happen to come across any slavers again, we want you to tell them what happened to these guys."

"Hmmph," grumbled the red haired dwarf.

"Thank you," said an older dwarf. "Who are you people?"

I stretched out and slid my broadsword into its sheath on my back. "I'm Strafe the swordsman. And this beautiful lady with the deadly aim is Rohme the ranger. Now, good day, rock runts. Go and make the most of your freedom."

I turned to Rohme, "Damn, girl, that was brutal. Right in the clappers."

She gave me a sexy smile, "I don't know about you, but killing scumbags always gets me hot and bothered."

I stepped forward and got hold of her large breast with my big hand. "You do know about me."

She winked at me, "Yeah, I know all about you, Bonehead." She brushed her hand over the hard steel armor on my chest. Damn, I hated that armor. I squatted down and she came forward and pressed her lips into mine. We fervently rubbed our tongues against each other in a lusty drawn-out kiss. I loved the way she was softly moaning and gently biting at my bottom lip. My hand moved down behind her and forcibly groped at her round leather-clad ass.

My engorged cock began to strain against the steel codpiece. I pulled away from her soft hot lips. Then I grabbed her, and pushed her back against the caravan. Her hands moved down to start unstrapping the codpiece. She did know about me, she knew my cock was aching to be freed. I brushed my fingers through her soft dark hair. 

She smiled as she pulled the codpiece away and got my hefty erection out of my cotton underpants. I groaned with pleasure as she wrapped her hand around my big black cock and gave it a squeeze. I moved my hands to her chest and began pulling at the leather jerkin. I wanted to free those amazing tits as well.

"Easy, Tiger. I don't want you breaking the straps again." She let go of my cock, and I could still feel it throbbing strongly. Then she brushed my hands aside and quickly opened up the front of her jerkin and pulled out her heaving breasts. I fucking loved them, large and full, with smooth nut-brown skin and large brown nipples. I was quick to get hold of them and gleefully grope and fondle them. My cock pulsed even more.

Her breathing got heavier and she hummed with pleasure as I felt her up. Her hand found my cock again and began stroking it forcefully, making me groan with pleasure. She looked up at me, and I could see the lust in her dark brown eyes, "Fuck me," she moaned. I grinned and nodded.

I let go of her and she began quickly pulling down her leather pants, exposing her lovely dark bush. I turned her around and she leaned up against the side of the caravan, pushing her curvaceous brown ass out to me. I slipped my hand up between her thighs, and she shuddered. My fingers rubbed along her soft cunt and it felt very hot and wet. My hard cock throbbed and jerked, it ached to get inside her.

I shuffled forward and got into position behind her. My hard cock pressed up between her smooth thighs. I got hold of it and pressed the fat head into her eager cunt. I couldn't hold back, I pushed forward and split her tight slit open and sunk my rigid member into her warm hugging pussy. I thrust my way in deep, and we both let out a loud pleasurable moan. 

I gripped her bare ass and pulled back, before I got into a steady fucking motion. Her pussy felt so good around my thrusting member. It was soaking wet and I was ploughing deep into her body at a rhythmic pace. 

She continued to moan and gasp as I slapped my big black cock into her. I reached forward and cupped my hands around her ample tits. She was pushing her ass back with each thrust, driving me deeper. I looked around and there were a few hairy dwarves just standing there, gawking. I didn't care. I was sure that they were jealous, as they watched me get it on with this hot bitch.

Rohme slipped her hand down and was rubbing herself as I continued to bang her from behind. She gasped and let out more blissful moans. It sounded so damn sexy. I pressed her hard nipples between my fingers as I squeezed at the firm flesh. Her tight hugging pussy seemed to get even wetter and her juices splattered out, as my cock rammed into her. 

The pleasure was building in my thrusting member. I groaned and gasped as I pushed it in deep. I was heading for climax, and I was yearning for the gratifying release. Rohme the moved forward and my cock slipped out from her wet cunts' hugging grip. She knew I was getting close. She turned to me, her face was hot and sweaty and she had a look of wild lust in her eyes.

She dropped to her knees and took firm hold of my rigid wet organ. She moved her pretty face to it and gave the head a lick before opening her lips and sinking it into her mouth. She stroked and sucked and fondled my balls. I felt euphoric. The pressure was rapidly building in my throbbing cock. Soon I couldn't hold back any more.

I took a deep breath and began groaning loudly as my cock pulsed wildly. Rohme quickly pulled my cock from her mouth and aimed it down at her chest. The organ erupted with intense pulsing pleasure as my pearly white cum spurted onto her large brown boobs. She continued to stroke me and I groaned as more cum spurt out onto her smooth skin. I caught my breath as the pleasurable orgasm subsided.

Rohme brought her face forward again and rubbed her tongue over my sensitive glans. She stood up again, smiling at me. I looked at thick white cum trickling down her large bare breasts. It was a wonderful sight. I stooped down and kissed her, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Her hand rubbed at my gradually softening member. 

I slowly pulled away from her and stroked my hand through her damp hair. "Damn, Rohme. You are an amazing woman...I swear, as long I live, I won't let anything happen to you." She then gave me the most beautiful smile...

***

My pussy was soaking wet and sore. I was laying on the hard stone ground. I slowly opened my eyes. The big black beast was stirring next to me. It let out some confused grunts as it picked itself up off the ground. I was confused and disoriented. What had just happened?

I had been linked with the fleder, and somehow, I was drawn into Strafes' memories. It was just like when I was linked with Aerowyn last night. Wow, I was a great fuck.

"Esta liaval id habara." Sierra was over by the summoning circle, holding up a ceremonial dagger and chanting. She had started the ritual. I was glad to see that Aerowyn was still all right, still bound to the wooden stake. She looked over at us as the black beast stood, and I sat up. I moved my hand down to my tender crotch, it was wet and sticky from the copulation.

The fleder lumbered toward the sorceress, growling. Seirra stopped chanting and turned to it. "Oh, you're awake again. Was the linked sex that good, that it made you pass out?" 

The beast just continued to move toward her. 

"Just stay there and guard the ranger for me, boy." she commanded. But it wasn't listening to her. It continued to growl aggressively. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?" I could hear the fear creeping into her voice. 

The fleder suddenly lunged at her, and she let out a squeal. I could see it bowl into her and knock her to the ground. Sierra was desperately trying to fight the creature off as it let out its loud growls and shrieks. It slashed and bit at her in a frenzied attack. 

Aerowyn gasped and looked over at me, and I wondered what was going on too. Was there still part of Strafe in there? Did the mind link awaken him? And now he was defending me? I didn't have the time to contemplate it. I knew that I needed to seize the opportunity.

I quickly got to my feet and ran for the heartstone in the center of the summoning circle. Sierra was still crying out and struggling against the fleder. I saw her plunge her dagger into the side of the creatures' face. It raised its head and let out a mighty scream. The sorceress winced as she crawled out from under the black monster. 

"Esta ettular nar," she called out. The fleder was suddenly engulfed in bright orange flames, and screamed out again. I clenched my teeth as the sharp pain hit my ears. The beast thrashed about wildly as it burned. Agonized screams, and the smell of smoke and cooked meat filled the air.

I clutched the heartstone in my hand. The potent unnatural rage was trying to take hold of me again. I approached Sierra, who was still on the ground. "Rohme-" she started, looking up at me wide-eyed.

"Why couldn't you touch the fucking stone, Sierra?" I said, as I strode past the large burning beast, getting closer.

She tried to scurry back, looking genuinely scared. "No, Rohme, you mustn't! You don't know what you're doing!" She suddenly threw a bolt of bright blue magic, but I held out the heartstone and it dissipated in front of me. I lunged forward and hunched over her, getting hold of her robes. She tried to fight me off, but I wasn't letting go. I ripped open the front of her robes and then pressed the heartstone into her scarred chest.

"NOOOO!" she screamed. A powerful force suddenly threw me backwards. I hit the ground hard, and it knocked the wind out of me. I quickly sat back up, and saw the sorceress thrashing about wildly, trying to pry the stone from her chest. The stone seemed stuck to her, I could see red tendrils spreading out from it and boring into her body. She screamed out in agony.

"Rohme, set me free!" said Aerowyn nearby.

I looked up at her, "Again?" I got to my feet and rubbed my bare ass, which had taken a hard knock. Sierra was still screaming and thrashing about as I moved over to the motionless burning fleder and drew the dagger from its head. I then went behind Aerowyn and began cutting at the ropes. 

"What's happening to her?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, it looks like the heartstone is trying to take hold of her, and she's fighting against it."

I cut the last of the ropes and set the witch free. "What happens if she loses?"

"Nadoht!" came a yell behind us. I quickly turned to see five orcs standing up on the edge of the stone stage. All the commotion didn't go unnoticed. I bowled into Aerowyn and knocked her to the ground as arrows were fired our way. I looked up and saw three of the orcs notching their arrows again, while another one charged at us.

I recognized him, with his black mohawk and dark leather armor. It was the one who I had first faced when Yurag had me fighting naked in the mud. His name was Smutol, I recalled. He ran at me, with his sword raised high, shouting, "More blood!" As he got close, he swung the sword down at me. I swiftly ducked and pivoted, dodging the blow. I slashed my dagger and cut through his neck. He let out a gargled cry as he hit the ground. 

It was exactly what happened when I fought him before. He didn't learn. What an offensive moron!

Bugrash was charging at me. I had fought him as well, and knew that he was a much more formidable opponent. He was much larger, clad in steel plate mail. His helm was open and only his ugly dark-green face was exposed. He was strong and fast and his defense was extremely difficult to breach. I formulated a plan of attack in my head.




Orc Bait 06



As he got close, holding his sword out in front of him, I quickly tossed the dagger at his head. The blade sunk into his eye, up to the hilt. I saw the shocked look on his face as he fell back, crashing to the ground. I was surprised that it had worked, too.

I looked over at the three orc archers. They were all meekly struggling against thick thorny vines that had come through the stones. They no longer appeared to be a threat. I looked at Aerowyn and she smiled at me, "Nice throw." Thankfully, the heartstone was no longer preventing her from casting. 

Sierra still fought against the demonic stone nearby. I could see a lot of movement about the crater, and hear yelling and horns being blown. The orcs were on alert. Shit! There were dozens more of them heading our way.

I knelt down and picked up Bugrashs' longsword. Then I rushed over to the orc archers, who were quickly dying from the witchs' poison. I knelt at the edge of the stage and surveyed the moon-lit area. Orcs were scrambling from all directions, it was fortunate that we were surrounded by water, or we would quickly be swamped. There was only one dilapidated stone bridge across, and the orcs were converging there, hurriedly making their way across.

Some of the more lightly-armored orcs began wading across the pool. Archers were setting up along the waters' edge. I would be within their range, but they would also be within mine. I set down the blade and grabbed one of the orc bows. It wasn't my finely-crafted elven longbow, but it was good to have my weapon of choice in my hands again. I dragged a quiver over to my feet and notched an arrow. 

I raised the bow, took aim at an archer across the water and loosed. It fell short. The weapon certainly wasn't as good as mine. I quickly notched another arrow and adjusted my aim. The second arrow hit its mark, and the orc archer dropped. There was yelling along the waters edge, and several other archers took aim. 

A bunch of arrows flew through the night air in my direction. I couldn't see if any were coming right at me in the night sky, but a couple of them deflected off an invisible shield. Aerowyn settled next to me. "Oh shit! Do we have to fight them all off?"

"There's no running now. I just hope we've done enough to stop Sierra." 

Aerowyn picked up an arrow and licked the steel arrowhead. "I said it before-we make a good team. We'll kill all those smelly orcs." She handed me the arrow. "Poisoned, you don't need to hit vitals." 

I fired the arrow off, and hit another archer. Aerowyn continued to hand me arrows and I fired them off continuously, bringing down orc after orc. There was brief pause before she handed me another and I took my eyes off the crater to look at her. She waved her hand over the arrowhead and it glowed briefly. Then she carefully handed it to me, "The bridge." 

I saw that the stream of orcs were making it across. I took aim at the bridge and loosed. The arrow hit and a mass of thick thorny vines burst from the crumbled stonework. several orc were thrown off, and into the water, others screamed out as they were tangled up in the vines. Aerowyn let out a gleeful laugh, "hehehe, that is a wonderful method of delivering my spells."

"Arrow!" I said impatiently, holding my hand out. That would slow them down on the bridge, but the orcs were still coming. It was an unstoppable tide, we couldn't hold them back. I shot at others who were wading through the water. I saw the orcs on the bridge hack at the vines and clamber past them. I continued to let off shot after shot, taking down as many as I could.

The water in front of me began to bubble and tumble. I saw that there were shamans on the other side, casting their magic. I fired on them, but the arrow was deflected off a magic shield, just like the one Aerowyn had protecting us. I decided not to waste any more arrows on them. The water splashed about turbulently as the mud rose up and broke the surface in a line that ran to the other side. The damn mages were making their own bridge.

Now orcs were making it onto the island. I worked to stay calm as I took them out, but they were getting closer. "I can cast Poison Fog," said Aerowyn. Her voice sounded a little shaky. "It will slow and weaken them, but it'll reduce your visibility too." 

"Do it!!" I said, as I let off another shot. Aerowyn stood up next to me, and I heard her take a deep breath. Then I saw the air around us begin to turn green. The fog quickly got thicker around us. There were more confused shouts coming from the orcs as they were swallowed up by the opaque mist. I let off a final shot, taking down an advancing orc, before I put the bow down and picked up the steel longsword.

Aerowyn looked scared as she turned to me, "We can fall back into the dungeon."

"No...we keep fighting!"

The green fog was thick below us. The shouting and clambering of the orc horde was getting louder. Then I heard loud groaning behind us. Sierra stumbled forward. Her hood had come down and I could see her hideously scarred face was contorted with pain. The heartstone was firmly attached to her chest with its red tendrils running into her body. The cursed stone appeared to be throbbing steadily, like a beating heart.

She got to the center of the summoning circle and collapsed to her knees. Aerowyn and I cautiously approached. "You...stupid Bitch!" Sierra slurred angrily. "I was going to create something amazing...The greatest civilization ever. But your actions have allowed a Demon Lord into this world. He will bring nothing but death and destruction. I can not hold him back any longer." She looked up, and into my eyes, "It's all your fault, Rohme!"

I was shocked, and just stood there, gawking.

"A Demon Lord!" gasped Aerowyn. "How can we stop him?"

"You...caaaaaan't!!" She threw her head back and screamed as the heartstone glowed and pulsed. Then her whole body was convulsing wildly. The red tendrils spread out even further, running all over her body. Her arms and legs were suddenly growing out in bursts, and she let out even more agonized screams. Large red spikes began tearing out through her skin. 

Behind us, several orcs had reached the stage area, and were climbing up the stones. They were as shocked as we were, when the hulking, demonic monster raised itself in front of us. Its face seemed to be covered in the same blood-red stone and large red horns grew out of each side of its head. The eyes were blank and glowing yellow, like the fleder. It towered over us, and must have been nine or ten feet tall.

The demonic monster raised its bulky spiked arms and looked up at the twin moons. It spoke with a booming unnatural voice, "I AM HERE! YOU WILL WATCH AS I DESTROY ALL YOU HAVE CREATED!!" It looked down at us. Its diabolical gaze felt like it was piercing my soul, and made me shudder. My heart was pounding rapidly, and cold sweat ran from my forehead. "I AM LORD LORCA. KNEEL BEFORE ME, MORTALS." 

Aerowyn looked at me wide-eyed, she looked as terrified as I felt. I looked at the orcs behind us, they clutched their weapons nervously, and seemed unsure of what to do. Then one of the leaders knelt down, and soon the rest followed. The monster looked at me, "KNEEL!" 

I gripped the sword in my shaking hand and calmed my nerves enough to speak. "No...You...You shouldn't be here. Go back to Hell!" It was the moment I stood up to a Demon Lord. I just wish I was wearing pants.

The demon let out a low growl. He raised his leg and then slammed it down. A powerful force hit me and I found myself flying backwards through the air. My mind was reeling in terror. There was big splash as my body struck water. I was completely submerged and frantically kicked and thrashed about. My head broke the surface and I gasped for breath. I swam to edge of the pool and crawled out onto the mud on my hands and knees, still gasping. My body ached all over. 

I looked at the dead orc next to me, with an arrow through his chest. Then there was splashing nearby, someone else was struggling in the water. "Aerowyn!" I winced as I got up and went over to her. I waded through the water and helped pull her out. We both collapsed in the mud. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Nggh...Go back to Hell? How did you think he would respond to that?" 

"I think I made a big mistake." 

"Yeah...What do we do now?"

I considered an answer, and then I heard a loud rumbling ahead of us. On the island in the center, the white stones began rising up into the air and floating about. "What the Hell...?!" The stones began settling in an ordered formation, stacking on top of each other. "It looks like he's rebuilding the tower. Why would he-" I became aware of movement behind us. 

I stood up, and Aerowyn slowly raised herself beside me. There were dozens of orcs approaching, all brandishing their weapons threateningly. My adrenaline surged, and I clenched my fists. Bad time to be unarmed again. 

"Oh Hell!" said Aerowyn. Was this it? Was this where death would finally claim me? I was ready to go down fighting. 

There was more splashing in the water behind us. The advancing orcs gasped and grunted in surprise, and I turned my head. Something was emerging from the water, a humanoid form. It glimmered in the moonlight as it floated above the surface. It looked like the water had taken a voluptuous female form. She was beautiful.

"Goddess!" exclaimed Aerowyn. "Mara has come to save us!"

I shook my head, "That's not a Goddess. That's a water elemental."

The elemental raised her arms above her head and the water in the pool rose several feet. Then she lowered her arms and it was like an giant invisible boulder plunged into the pool. The big wave came right at us and I was suddenly being swept away, tumbling and rolling in the rushing water. 

I managed to gasp for breath, and found myself sliding along the muddy ground as the water receded. There were many orc bodies all around, that were washed away with me. What the hell was happening? Where did that water elemental come from? I saw a sword laying in the mud near me, and crawled over to grab it. 

"Rohme!" Aerowyn stumbled over to me, her red hair and soaking wet mage robes were clinging to her slender body. The orcs around us were groaning and slowly picking themselves up from the muddy ground. The elemental hadn't harmed them at all, it just seemed to wet them. I looked about in bewilderment. 

And then the wind began to sweep through the crater. It was a chilly, icy wind. Unnaturally cold. It had to have been magic in origin. It sent a chill right through me. "Hold on," said the half-elf as she wrapped her arms around me. And then the wind stopped blowing. No, I could hear it howling even louder and see it blowing around us, white specks of snow streaked past. Aerowyn was shielding us from it.

I still shivered uncontrollably as the temperature plummeted. I hugged Aerowyn tightly. She brought her face up to mine and began kissing me. I tried to stop my teeth from clattering as I kissed her back. At least this may help get my mind off the biting cold. It did more than that. I could feel the blissful warmth rising within me. I wanted to think that it was my passions being ignited, but it must have also been her magic.

My arousal was building as we passionately kissed. The magical blizzard was howling around us. I ran my fingers through her cold wet hair. Her hand moved down and rubbed over my bare thigh, and then slid up to my groin. I moaned around her soft lips as she teased my pussy. 

I barely noticed the blizzard dying down as we made out in the mud. Our warm wet bodies pressed tightly together. Aerowyns' tight little body, her soft warm lips, her delicate fingers rubbing around my soft wet folds, all felt amazing. I was losing myself in the moment. 

Aerowyn gave me another tender kiss, then looked around. She breathed heavily, and her pretty youthful face had a rosy tint. "He's here. He came to help us." 

I knew who she was talking about, "Your father."

She nodded, smiling. I didn't want to let her go, I just wanted to keep holding on to her like that. But we reluctantly let go of each other and stood up. The dimly lit crater had been transformed. We were standing in a circular patch of mud, but there was a white snowfield all around us. The orcs had disappeared, and the tents and torches of their camp were no longer there. It was like all trace of them had been blown away. 

Delicate flakes of snow still drifted through the air. The pool of water in the center of the crater had frozen and the white stone tower rose up from the island. It was like we had been transported somewhere else. The scene was quite beautiful and serene. But fucking cold, I shivered and bemoaned the fact that I was half naked. 

"Aerowyn!" We looked up and there was someone floating down from the night sky. 

"Father. Thank the Goddess."

"Are you all right, my daughter?"

"Yes, we're all right. Just cold and wet." 

The elven wizard gracefully drifted down to the snow next to us. He was wearing a loose-fitting blue tunic over silver chainmail, or perhaps it was mythril. An ornate silver helm sat over his long white hair. He was also wearing several pendants and rings that looked magical. He came forward and hugged Aerowyn. "I am glad I am not too late."

"Did you bring an army, Locien?" I asked, hopefully.

He looked at me. "Greetings Rohme Walker...Where are your pants?"

My face went hot, and I shifted as my hands covered my exposed pussy. I nodded toward the island in the center of the crater. 

"I brought a unit of the Kings' knights, and two wizards," said the elf.

"You call that an army?" said Aerowyn, scowling at him.

"I call it the best I could do." 

"There's a Demon Lord, Father."

"In what form?"

"Big and scary. The artifact of power has taken possession of a vessel. He called himself Lorca."

"That is indeed dire news. Perhaps we have come too late after all," he said, grimly.

I became aware of footsteps crunching in the snow. I turned and raised my sword. A robed figure soon came jogging out through the darkness. I could hear them puffing loudly. "Rohme the ranger," gasped a familiar voice.

"Duane!" I lowered my sword and came forward to greet him. The wizard stopped in front of me as he caught his breath. I stepped forward and put my arm around him, embracing my dear friend. "That water elemental was yours, wasn't it?" 

He hugged me back, "Gah, you're freezing. Yes, but it was Lociens' idea. I came as soon as I got your message. The trip was a nightmare, I went through so many teleportation circles, my stomach is still reeling. I'm so glad to see you're all right." He stepped back and raised an eyebrow, "Where are your pants?"

"Lost." I pointed my sword over to the tower. "We have an unrestrained Demon Lord bent on destroying the world."

Duane let out a gasp, "Oh Hell!" 

"He said that he wants to destroy everything, but he has rebuilt the tower," I added.

Locien looked over at the tower, "If he is making efforts to build defenses, that may mean his is not yet at full power. We can not waste any time. We must stop him now." He stepped forward and pulled a large blue stone from a pouch at his waist and placed it in the snow. "Stand back please." 

He placed his hands in front of him and started chanting an incantation. The stone was soon rippling with bright sparks of raw energy. I shielded my eyes as there was a bright flash and a loud zapping sound. When I looked again, there were several figures standing there. My attention was immediately drawn to the five huge hulking figures, standing eight feet tall, made of grey stone with numerous glowing red runes. Stone golems, just like the ones I faced at Kabores' tower.

And standing amongst them was Kabore himself. The human wizard was tall and round, with regal maroon mage robes and a long grey beard. There were also twelve human men in full steel plate mail, holding large swords. They were the Kings' knights, like I had seen at the castle in Ulrich. They were a welcome sight. The men all looked around the dark snowy crater, seemingly woozy and disoriented from the teleportation.

One of the knights turned and studied the others, who quickly regained their composure and stood to attention. He then stepped forward, "We all here and accountable, Master Locien, what are your orders?"

The wizard pointed to the tower, "We're to breach that structure and eliminate the Demon Lord inside, Ser Holdan. At all costs."

"Demon Lord! Oh Hell!" 

I looked over at Kabore, who was examining his golems. They stood motionless, ready for his commands. "It is good to see you here, Master Kabore."

He nodded to me, "And you, Miss Walker...Where are your-"

"My pants are gone," I said, annoyed.

He looked over at Aerowyn and grimaced, "Accursed Witch! You attacked me without provocation, Imprisoned me, and took my home. I will see you pay for your crimes!"

"You shouldn't have the tower if you're too weak to defend it, decrepit old windbag!" responded Aerowyn.

Duane also scowled at her, "Locien explained how you were on our side. But I still don't trust you, witch. Do anything to harm Rohme again, and I will see that you get that one way trip to Hell."

Aerowyn pointed at him accusingly, "That man raped me, Father."

"SILENCE!" yelled Locien. We all stared at him. I don't think any of us had heard him raise his voice before. "Stop your bickering. We all MUST work together. Everything is at stake. Do you understand?!" 

The crater had fallen deathly quiet. There was a sudden crashing sound and Aerowyn let out a shriek. I turned to see that a hand had burst out from the snow and grabbed her leg. She was roughly pulled to the ground. The snow-covered orc rose up and raised the long dagger threateningly. I reacted quickly, lunging forward and swinging my sword, slicing through the orcs' arm, the severed hand and blade fell into the snow. It continued to come at Aerowyn, climbing on top of her and baring its sharp fangs. It was deathly pale, with glowing yellow eyes. I brought my blade down and stabbed it into the creatures head.

It dropped on top of Aerowyn and she groaned as she pushed it off of her. She looked up at me wide-eyed, gasping for breath. 

"Seven Hells!" cried out Duane. I looked up, there was movement all around us. The orcs were rising up from the snow, glaring at us with their blank eyes and hissing threateningly. 

"Make your way to the tower," called out Locien.

I offered Aerowyn my hand, and helped her up. "Stay close to me." 

There was suddenly a hell of a lot of noise and activity happening all around me. I could hear the Knight Captain yelling orders to his men, and the clinking of their steel armor as they moved. The wizards were incanting and casting their magic. There was the heavy footfalls of the golems as they sprung into action. A couple of the orcish creatures charged at me with their weapons raised, as more of them continued to rise from the snow. 

Thick vines burst from the ground and entangled one of the charging orcs, bringing him down. I sidestepped and parried as the other got close and swung at me. The brute continued its frenzied attack. Despite looking half frozen, it was fast and strong. I continued to block the powerful strikes. Aerowyn threw a magic bolt into its chest, sending it stumbling back. I quickly lunged forward and knocked his sword aside, the brute yelled and I stabbed my sword through its gaping mouth. It fell back into the snow. 

The other orc was still struggling against the magical vines. I rushed forward and hacked my sword through its neck, partially decapitating it and making it collapse. I quickly ducked as an axe was swung at my head. I roared as I came back up and dragged my blade through the big orcs abdomen, making his blood spray through the air.




Orc Bait 06



There were orcs all around us. Many of them had arrows sticking out of them that I knew I had fired. How many times did I need to kill the ugly bastards? I could hear the clash of steel on steel, grunting and groaning, anguished cries and yelling as the knights battled the raging brutes. I saw a hulking stone golem charge into a group of orc fighters, who frantically hacked at its hard stone body. Locien was floating through the air, throwing down blue bolts, and drawing a lot of arrow fire, which deflected from his magical shield. 

Half a dozen wiry little goblins suddenly appeared from nowhere. I could see that they had small bows and were lining me up. Aerowyn dashed forward and the projectiles bounced off her shield. She threw forward her green bolts and knocked the ugly runts away, one by one. Another orc charged at me, and our swords clashed as I fought him off. I stabbed my blade through his head, dropping him to the ground.

I could see that the others were fighting their way toward the center of the crater. "Aerowyn, come on!" I called out. I started running, fighting off demonic orcs as we went, the fuckers were everywhere. One of the knights lay on the ground ahead, it looked like his torso had been hacked open with an axe, and his blood spread out in the snow. There were several dead orc bodies around him. I ran past them. 

Ahead, I could see the flat frozen pool, with the bright moons reflecting off the thick layer of ice. Orcish shamans were battling it out with the wizards nearby, bombarding each other with their powerful magics. A thunderous explosion came from their direction, making duck down and swear. 

I saw the water elemental floating over the pool again, only now she appeared to be solid, made of ice. Arrows struck her and fine powdery ice sprayed through the air. She threw forth a shower of icy shards, which ripped into a group of orcish archers, bringing them down. Nice work, Duane. 

Another orc was charging at me. I couldn't believe it-it was Smutol, with blank glowing eyes. He had his sword raised high, "Characters must die!" he screamed, as he brought the sword down at me. I swiftly ducked and pivoted, dodging the blow. I swung my sword and lopped off his head. He just didn't learn. What a fucking idiot!

I heard a loud painful cry and looked over to the west. There were four knights at the entrance of the bridge, desperately trying to hold off a horde of advancing orcs. They were being swamped, there was no way they would survive the assault. I gripped my sword and sprinted toward them. 

The orc turned to me as I approached and raised its axe. But it was far too slow, my blade swiftly cut through its neck. I quickly slashed at the next orc. And then I got into a frenzy, barely thinking about my actions and relying on my fighting instincts. My moves smoothly flowed into one another as I dodged and deflected any attacks that came my way, and ran my blade through any orc flesh that I could reach. 

As the orcs fell around me, the knights were emboldened, and pressed their attack. Green missiles and thorny vines also assaulted the demonic brutes as Aerowyn provided her support. Soon the number of standing orcs were dwindling. The last orc came at me, howling loudly. I knocked his blade aside and cut him down. 

I lowered my sword and stood there amongst the scores of dead orcs, panting heavily as I got my breath back. One of the knights lay dead, with his arm hacked off. The remaining three stared at me with astonishment. I could see that two of them were wounded and bleeding, they dropped to the ground.

Aerowyn came up behind me, and I turned to her. "Heal them," I said. She nodded and walked over to the one who was groaning and clutching his side, which was bleeding out. 

"Thank you," said the one who was still standing. 

Not too far away, the mage battle still raged on. There were more orcs coming across the ice, from the central island. I saw two of the stone golems run out onto the ice toward them. A few of the knights were following them out there. The lead golem stopped running and slid along the ice until it came to a stop. It slammed its fists down and the orcs in front of it cried out as the large crack formed underneath them and several of them fell into the freezing water below. 

The other golem reached down where the crack had formed and pulled up a huge chunk of ice. It tossed the large ice block into a group of orcs, bowling a few of them over. The horde still charged forward, roaring loudly. Then there was the sound of clanging metal. as they clashed with the golems and knights.

"Look out!" cried out the nearby knight. I suddenly heard movement behind me and swiftly dove to the side. The huge furry body streaked past, and dashed out onto the icy pool. I sat up and watched it rapidly move away from me. It was a big grey warg, and it had a rider. The large muscular figure swung the heavy battle axe, hacking a knight apart as the beast ran past. I knew right away that it was Yurag.

The warg stopped running, and skidded across the ice. I saw the half-orc launch himself off the beast, right at a stone golem. He brought the axe down hard and there was a loud crash. Yurag roared as he dislodged the axe and leaped off the golem. The big stone body crashed to the ground and slipped through the ice, sinking into the water. 

Straight away, Yurag was running toward the second golem. The big stone monster pulled up another large chunk of ice and threw it. Yurag swung the axe in front of him and it shattered into a shower of icy rocks, sparkling in the moonlight. I heard the half-orc roar loudly as he got near. The golem swung its huge stone arm, Yurag ducked under it, sliding on his knees and swinging the axe. It connected with the broad stony leg with a loud crash, and the golem toppled over.

The half-orc was struggling to come to a stop on the slippery ice and run back at his opponent. As he got close again, the golem raised its arm to strike, but the swinging axe hit it, smashing it to pieces. Yurag raised the heavy axe and yelled as he brought it down again and again, hacking the big stone body apart. 

I could see the knights coming at the raging half-orc. Oh shit! I began sprinting toward them, yelling out for them to stop, but they couldn't hear me over the chaos. I almost lost my footing when I got onto the ice. I kept running straight toward Yurag. Ahead, I could hear the pained cries, and see the knights falling as Yurag swung his huge battle-axe about with surprising speed. 

Then the demonic orcs had reached him. I heard Yurag let out a yell of surprise as they attacked, swarming about him. He fought them off, swinging his battle-axe about wildly. I had reached a couple of the orcs and slashed at them with my sword, dropping them to the ground. 

I looked up to see an orc jump on Yurags' back and bite into his neck. He yelled out and reached up and grabbed his hair and threw him onto the ground. Then promptly stomped onto his head, crushing it into the ice. "RAAAAAGH! Why do you attack your Urdanog?!" He yelled.

"Yurag!!" I called out.

He turned to me. "Ushutar Kurv...I can see your cunt."

"The Demon Lord Lorca has enslaved your clansmen. Help us to destroy him."

"I do not help humans and elves. I crush them!"

"Stop being a fucking mindless savage. Look at what's going on here. He threatens us all. We have to work together to stop him."

"I have to do nothing. I will kill you, and then I will kill Demon Lord." He slammed the battle-axe down so that was wedged in the ice. He then drew the longsword on his back. I held my sword up in front of me. To be honest, I was fucking terrified, even more than when I stood before Lorca, but I wasn't going to show it.

Yurag roared as he charged at me with his sword raised. I launched myself forward to meet him, and our blades clashed with tremendous force. He immediately pressed his attack, with fast powerful strikes. I was forced back as I struggled to parry the blows. 

I became aware that there was a gaping hole in the ice right behind me. The big half-orc continued his frenzied attack, trying to force me back into it. I wheeled around him and struggled to keep my footing on the slippery surface. Yurag took advantage of this, and hacked his blade down at me repeatedly. I barely managed to block his powerful strikes as I stumbled back. 

He came forward, and then stumbled over the body of an orc. I instinctively pointed my blade out in front of me. It stabbed into the flesh of his arm. He growled loudly as I regained my footing. I quickly ducked under a wide arcing slash and then I went on the offensive, with a series of swift strikes aimed at his head and body. He ignored his wounded arm and skillfully parried my blows, shrugging them off like they were nothing. 

I lunged forward with a vertical slash. He met it with his blade and forced it aside, then his boot shot forward and kicked me hard in the chest, knocking me back. I slipped in the ice and hit the ground. Then I hurriedly rolled to the side, as the big blade came down at me. I was quickly trying to get up again when the big hand grabbed me and pulled me down. His large fist and sword hilt slammed into my head, causing an explosion of pain, and sending me into a daze.

He pulled me up by my leathers. I no longer had a sword in my hand, I knew that I was in great peril. "Drew my blood again, Kurv," he growled. I could smell his foul breath, and could see his ugly face right in front of me. His hand shot up between my legs. I squealed as he roughly forced his fingers up into my cunt. "You were good fuck. But I let you live long enough!" 

Hot anger surged through me as the brute violated me again. I brought my head forward and clamped my teeth down on his nose. He yelled out in pain as I bit as hard as I could. I pulled back and the skin tore as I ripped the nose from his face. His fingers quickly pulled out of me. I brought my knee up and it slammed hard into his balls. He screamed out again and lost his grip on me. I scurried back and spat out the torn skin and cartilage. I had the taste of his blood in my mouth. 

Yurag raised himself and let out a thunderous roar. Blood streamed from the gaping hole in his face. I had stumbled back into the body of a fallen knight. His large sword lay next to him. Then the enraged half-orc was charging at me. I grabbed the sword and launched myself forward. He swung his sword at me in a wide arc. I dropped low under the slash and spun the blade around as I passed him. 

I heard him hit the ground. When I turned, I saw that his leg had been severed under the knee, and was bleeding out onto the ice. Yurag growled, and I was surprised to see him raise himself up again, balancing on the one foot. He grit his bloody teeth and raised his sword in front of him. "Come on, gruiuk!"

I didn't need to approach him. I could play it safe and just let him bleed out. But I needed to finish it. I cautiously approached him with my sword raised. I had no doubt that he still dangerous. I surged forward and struck out at him. He was still able to skillfully parry my strikes, though I noticed he was getting slower. I tried to take advantage of the fact he was standing on one leg, and get him off balance.

Then his other hand shot forward and threw the powdery ice into my face. I cried out in surprise and momentarily couldn't see. I quickly lurched back, but he had launched himself forward and I felt the fierce sting of the blade slicing into my upper arm, making me cry out and drop my weapon. Then a hand grabbed my leg and yanked it hard, bringing me to the ground. I struggled to get away, but Yurag was crawling on top of me. I desperately reached for my weapon with my good arm. 

I could see Yurags' growling blood-soaked face, the murderous rage in his dark eyes. He raised his sword, ready to stab it down into me. My hand found a large chunk of ice and I swiftly swung it into his head. The blow knocked him off of me. I rolled over on top of him. The ice in my hand had broken apart and was now a long sharp shard. I raised it above his head, but he put his arms up and got hold of it. 

I was trying to force it down into him, but he was resisting. It was a battle of strength, which he would normally win, but his strength was rapidly fading as he lost blood. "Nggaah...Fuuuck...you...Kurv!" he cursed.

"You'll never fuck again, bastard!" I roared as I rammed the ice shard down into his eye, stabbing it deep into his head. He let out a last gargled groan as his hand clawed at my face. Then his arms dropped limply. I had finally killed the bastard. 

I rolled off of him and gasped and winced as I got my breath back. I looked down at my bleeding arm and put my hand over the deep gash. I grit my teeth and groaned as I put pressure on it. "Motherfucker!" I cursed. Why couldn't the ugly brute just listen to reason and fight with us? 

My bare ass was freezing on the ice. I groaned as shakily picked myself up and got to my knees. The crater had become eerily calm after the short, but intense battle. I could see plenty of bodies on the ice around me and further away in the snow. Some distance away, I could see one of the stone golems, with only one arm, still skirmishing with several orcs. 

I couldn't see the wizards. Had they made it to the tower? I needed to get there too. I shakily got to my feet, but my head was spinning and I stumbled back down to my hands and knees. I cried out in pain as I put weight on my wounded arm. 

"Rohme!" I looked over to see Aerowyn running across the ice toward me. She stopped when she got close and slid along the slippery surface, almost tumbling over. "You're hurt!"

I nodded over at Yurag, with the chunk of ice still lodged in his head. "Not as much as him." 

She knelt down beside me and pulled my bloody hand away from the wound. Fresh blood ran out of the gash and down my arm. I was feeling woozy again, I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. "That looks nasty," she said as she waved her hand over it and began her magic healing.

"Where are the others?" I asked. A loud explosion sounded from the tower in the center, answering my question. "Just stop the bleeding. We need to get over there."

Aerowyn just nodded and concentrated on her task. Soon I pushed her away. "That will do." My sword arm still hurt like hell and wasn't fully healed, but I could use it. I stood up and staggered, still feeling light-headed. 

"Rohme, are you sure you're all right?" 

"Come on!" I called, as I started running toward the tower.

*** 

We reached the small island. I saw a huge gaping hole in the base of the tower, where it had been breached. I could hear exploding magical power and loud crashing within. "Damn it, they should have waited for us!" We ran for the hole and entered the newly rebuilt structure. We ran down the wide corridor, the center chamber was ahead of us. 

It was a large open circular room, with several corridors leading into it. There was no ceiling, the tower rose several storeys above us, a huge stone cylinder, and the moons shone down through the open roof. A few dead knights were strewn about on the floor. I was surprised to see Sierras' red summoning circle on the stone floor in the center. Duane was there, standing before it and chanting. He poured a vial of red blood onto the ground. The loud booms could be heard from the corridors to the north-east. 

"Duane, what's happening?" I called out. 

He turned to me, "Stand back, Rohme. We're attempting to trap the demon, just like we did back in Ulrich." Then I could hear the booming getting louder. There were heavy footsteps, rapidly approaching us. I gripped the longsword in my hand and felt the potent stinging of my wound. I worked to steady my breathing and calm my nerves, as I waited. 

Then Locien flew out from the eastern corridor. Bright red blasts shot after him. The hulking Demon Lord soon emerged, lumbering after him and roaring furiously. He chased the elven wizard out into the center of the chamber. Locien turned and threw out bright blue blasts from his hands. Thick ice formed around the demons' red spiky body. It let out a thunderous roar and smashed its way through. 

"Eka waise ebrithil,' called out Duane. Lorca was standing in the summoning circle. Could Duane really command it? I could only stand and watch, and pray to the Gods that it would work. The Demon Lord looked down at Duane. I could clearly see that the summoner was terrified, but he raised his hands and called out, "Sitja mor'amr eom eka." 

The Demon Lord bared his pointed teeth. "PATHETIC WORM! YOU THINK YOU CAN COMMAND ME?! NO ONE COMMANDS ME HERE!!" He lunged forward and kicked the wizard, sending him through the air at great speed, and down one of the corridors. 

"DUANE!" I yelled out. Locien began blasting away at the Demon again. Lorca waved his hand and a bright red explosion hit the flying elf, knocking him to the ground. The Demon Lord quickly lurched forward and grabbed the wizard. 

"NO!" cried out Aerowyn, rushing forward. I ran after her. 

Locien cried out as the huge demon lifted him. The large red hand wrapped around the elfs' head and promptly crushed it, send blood splattering through the air. He then dropped the lifeless body to the ground. "FATHER!" screamed Aerowyn. Then green thorny vines ripped out from the stony ground. They were larger and more numerous than I had seen before. They quickly wrapped around big demon, tangling him and pulling him down. 

Lorca let out another thunderous roar. He swung his powerful arms and the vines stretched and ripped, but more vines quickly wrapped themselves around the limbs again. The Demon Lord growled and strained against the magical vines, but they had him well entangled. 

I knew that I had to take advantage of this, and somehow, I wasn't afraid. I was determined to destroy this motherfucker. Perhaps this was my destiny after all. I rushed forward with my sword raised. The monsters' arm broke free again and came at me, but I swung my sword hard and it clashed with the spiky limb, sending a shockwave right through me. Thick vines promptly wrapped around it again, pulling it back. 

Lorca let out another thunderous roar. I could see the heartstone pulsing on his chest. This was it, I may only get one shot. I raised the sword and then swung it down hard. The blade struck the heartstone, and then...it deflected off the hard surface. Oh fuck!

Lorcas' hand ripped forward again and got hold of me. I cried out in terror. The Demon Lord lurched forward, pulling free of the vines. Then he tossed me away. I barely registered flying through the air, or my body slamming hard into the stone wall, before I blacked out briefly. 

My adrenaline must have been surging, because I quickly got to my feet, and I couldn't feel any pain. I gripped my sword, which was somehow still in my hand, and I stepped forward to face the Demon Lord again.

"Rohme! NO!" screamed Aerowyn as she rushed toward me. 

"I'm okay," I called to her. I was shocked when she ran right through me. I slowly turned around and saw Aerowyn cradling my lifeless body in her arms. "Oh no!" I said in disbelief. 

I was dead.

Aerowyn sobbed loudly as she held my broken body. She looked up to the heavens, tears streaming down her face. "NOOOOO!...Why do you do this to me again?!" She dropped her head and continued sobbing. "No...Rohme...I love you...so strong...so good...you're everything that I could never be." 

I just stood there, dumbfounded. Looking down at the distraught woman. Tears welled in my eyes and rolled down my face. "I...I love you too, Aerowyn." 

Aerowyn looked up again, "Why?! She was the one who was supposed to stop this. Why did you take her?...Fuck you, Gods!"

The Demon Lord stepped up behind her and let out a low laugh. "HEHEHE, YESSS, FUCK THE GODS! NOW YOU SEE, LITTLE ONE, THE GODS CARE NOT FOR YOUR SUFFERING. YOU MORTALS WORSHIP THEM, DEVOTE YOUR MISERABLE LIVES TO THEM, LOVE THEM. BUT YOU ARE NOTHING TO THEM. WHAT A PATHETIC EXISTENCE."




Orc Bait



Just another twisted insane witch. I should have known better. I should have put an arrow into her head as soon as I saw her. I was thrown off by her beauty. Now I was in a lot of trouble.

I shuffled over to a wall and leant against it as I clumsily stood up. I had to try and get out of there. I couldn't just wait around for more orcs to show up. I managed a few hops, the ground was uneven and my head was still a little groggy. My feet slid out from under me and my body hit the dirt and rocks as I landed next to a dead earless orc. I cursed loudly and wriggled about as I tried to sit up again.

I looked about. The witch had taken the orcs' weapons, as well as their ears. Damn, I really needed a sharp blade. I looked over to the far wall and saw the orc archer I had killed. He was slumped against the wall. My arrow was still sticking out from his neck and dark red blood was dripping down from the wound. I rolled over to him. After a few attempts, I managed to lift myself up and get hold of the arrow with my bound hands. I leaned forward, yanking the arrow out from the flesh and bone it was lodged into, as I crashed down onto the ground again.

I gripped the bloody shaft of the arrow behind my back. I sat up again and started rubbing the arrowhead into the vines that bound my arms. I always kept my arrowheads sharp. The small edge was cutting it, but the vines were very tough. Damn, this was going to take a while.

I kept at it, but was making frustratingly little progress. I noticed that my pussy continued to pulse and tingle, and stayed wet. My libido was still fired up, and my body continued to stay in an excited state. Damn it! The witches' magic must still be affecting me. I was furious with her, yet I wished she was still here to kiss me with those ruby red lips and rub her supple hands over my sweaty body. 

No, I would kill her when I saw her again. I sawed the small edge of the arrowhead into the vines with more determination. I could understand the evil bitch rendering me helpless and having her way with me, but why would she just leave me here for the orcs? If they don't choose to kill me, the savages would surely ravish me. They would force me to take their big thrusting cocks over and over again. My pussy throbbed strongly and more juices flowed out. Gods damn it! I needed to get my raging libido under control. I didn't want to be raped.

The shadows moved with the sun and I could tell I had been there for a few hours, it had passed mid afternoon and was heading for evening now. I was trying not to think about big hard orc cocks, with much difficulty. My wrists ached as I continually worked the arrow. I pulled at my bonds periodically, but they still held me tightly.

Then I froze as I heard a sound in the forest that was out of place, the low howling of a warg. It could be mistaken by many as the howl of a wolf or direwolf, but I knew the difference. I had fought wargs before. Around here, wargs nearly always indicated the presence of orcs, who used the beasts as mounts.

I strenuously got to my feet again and started hopping along the wall. I was scared, I just wanted to get out of there. I hopped out from the ruined fort and made it a couple of meters before my feet slipped out from under me and I crashed to the ground. I found myself rolling down the slope of the hill, crashing through bushes and hitting rocks on the way.

I came to a stop down in the mud near the creek. I winced and caught my breath, my body was hurting all over. Then the water splashed in front of me. I looked up to the frightening sight of a huge black warg on the other side of the creek. The giant wolf stared at me with its intense red eyes and snarled, baring its jaws full of long sharp teeth.

There was a large orc mounted on its back. The ugly green brute had his bow drawn and pointed right at me. I just laid there in the mud, frozen with terror. The warg snorted and growled and bore its sharp teeth.

Another orc rode up beside him on a grey warg. "Gharuk Lagat, Kurok?"

"Un voshut, human female...all tied up. Looks like gift to me."

The other orc looked older, with long grey hair. He looked down at me and studied me intensely. "Is there more?"

The big orc reached forward and scratched behind the wargs ear, "No, Kasak would know if there more."

"Mmf, still be careful. Maybe gajutar trick."

The orc called Kurok looked me over again, and I studied him. He looked like a typical ugly orc to me. He had greyish green skin and a squashed up nose and large jaw with two protruding tusks. The top of his head was bald, but he had long greasy black hair flowing down to his shoulders. And he had a pair of pointy ears on each side of his head, one of them bearing three silver rings which made it even more valuable. He would have been around seven feet tall, with the strong muscular physique of a warrior. 

Another orc came up behind them on foot. Kurok turned to him and barked out an order, "Sog, go get shaman." The other orc looked down at me for a moment, before a smile crossed his ugly face, then he grunted and turned and left. The big orc leader hopped down from his mount and then trudged through the creek toward me. I looked up as approached and towered over me, trying not to show my fear.

He knelt down and brought his face in front of mine. I looked into his dark green eyes, keeping my expression stony. He smiled at me, "You left all alone here, gruiuk?...Not alone now." Then his big hands were all over me, roughly feeling me up and patting down my leathers, searching for hidden weapons. His fingers pinched at my nipple and I let out a squeal. He effortlessly flipped me over and then laughed as he snatched away the arrow I was still clutching. "Sma shaugit. Hehe, You gunna kill me with that?"

I cried out as I was grabbed and hauled up out of the mud and slung over the strong orcs' shoulder. He carried me up the hill and back into the ruined fort. I was then roughly dumped on the ground in the shadows by a wall.

"Vras lufuk, Vosh Gajutars!" I heard one of the orcs call out angrily.

"Narthos' took their ears!" said another.

"Coward gajutars. Only attack scouts. They not fight big horde like ours. We show them. We kill all pinkie men in this land, and rape all pinkie gruiuks."

Kurok looked down at me, "You with them? With vosh gajutars? Why they leave you behind?"

"Probably man, got sick of her yapping. Want to keep ears for him."

"She nice little Kurv. I fuck her hard. Shaman see her first. Where is he?"

"Shaman drunk." said another orc, coming into the ruins.

"So? Shaman always drunk!"

"Not coming."

Kurok let out a low growl, "Nadoht! Useless warg turd! We set camp here. Watch for gajutars, no one goes off on own. Make sure female stays there. Not touch her yet."

Then the big orc leader strode out of the ruins. I sat up against the wall and watched as more orcs came into the ruined fort and began setting up their camp. They all looked over at me, their hungry eyes roaming over my body. I had dirt and mud smeared over me, but my breasts and my bare crotch were exposed. A lot of them laughed and made lewd comments and grabbed their crotch as they leered at me. 

My heart thudded strongly. I felt like a rabbit amongst a pack of wolves.

I heard a few of them call me Graug Kurv. I knew a little orcish. Kurok had called me a kurv earlier, it means 'slut' or 'whore'. I thought Graug maybe meant 'group' or 'gang' or 'horde.' They were calling me Gang Whore, or Horde Slut. I was scared. I didn't want to be ravished and defiled by those smelly brutes. But my body was persistently staying aroused, despite my terror. I unwilling found myself thinking about big green cocks again. 

I was able to peer outside through the gaps in the crumbled wall, and saw the wargs being tied up to a fallen tree by the creek. Along with the two I saw earlier, there were another two wargs, a brown one and another grey. There were goblins as well. The little green skinned creatures were skinny and ugly, with large heads and creepy dark eyes. The orcs were bossing them around and putting them to work. The goblins were also taking great interest in me.

I could hear loud heavy footsteps outside. Then I heard the loud crack of trees breaking and grunting and orcs shouting. I risked shuffling around to the gap in the wall so that I could look outside. They had a troll. The repulsive giant was hard at work pushing over trees while orcs were around him, bossing him about. They must have been planning on getting up to some serious mischief, bringing a troll along with them.

I had faced a troll before, with my party in the Longshank Mountains. It had rough grey skin and stood over ten feet tall. The monster was very difficult to take down, I must have stuck at least thirty arrows into it. We all needed Cordelia to heal us after that.

I wished my party were there now. They'd kill every last orc, warg, goblin and troll and rescue me, and then we would hunt down that wicked half-elf and make her suffer. But that wasn't going to happen, my party was gone forever.

One of the orcs saw me by the gap and stomped over, growling at me in orcish. He roughly grabbed me and dragged me back over to where Kurok had dumped me by the wall. He copped a good feel of my breasts and laughed, "Haha, Rramab pausuk ronk, Graug Kurv!" Then he walked away. I thought he said something about a tight hole. Once again, I felt my wet pussy pulse and tingle.

I stayed there in my spot for a while, observing everything that was going on around me. My body remained persistantly aroused as I watched the brawny orcs, yet I was fearful of what was to come. There was one creepy little goblin who was very interested in me. He came over and looked over my body with his beady red eyes, he had a tight smile on his ugly, pointed face. "Pretty...pretty human," it hissed.

I had killed plenty of goblins in my time. They were pathetic cowardly creatures. Usually hard to hit with an arrow as they skittered about, but a blade can run through them easily enough. I was helpless to do anything right then though.

He came closer, and I could smell his musty, unwashed odour. Then the goblin reached out and grabbed at my breasts. "Ugh, no! Let go of me you little freak. Leave me alone!" I spat angrily. The goblin snickered as he groped at my tits with his wiry little hands. I saw more of them coming over. Soon there were half a dozen little green goblins standing around me, smiling as they looked over my body. I felt so vulnerable and exposed.

More hands grabbed at my boobs and I squealed as I felt bony little fingers squeezing and pinching at my big brown nipples. Other hands were at my groin, running through my bushy pubic hair and then prodding at my soft folds. I thrashed around and growled at them to stop, but the little cretens kept at it. Their attentions were unwanted, but the stimulation was firing up my lusts, and making my pussy flutter and drool again.

The goblins were all getting very excited as they were molesting me. Their little hard green cocks poked out under their dirty loincloths. One of them pulled his erection free and was stroking it before me. It was a little green cock around four inches long, with a round head that was a darker green and wet at the tip. I found it hard to take my eyes off it.

The one who was first to approach me stopped handling my breasts and moved over to my head. He grabbed my hair and started rubbing his cock over my cheek. I screwed up my face in disgust, he smelt ripe. I felt the wetness on my cheek as he slid his little round cockhead over it.

A couple of the others joined him, and I soon had three little green cocks rubbing over my face while my tits and crotch were being mauled by small hands. A cockhead forcefully rubbed along my lips, but I kept them shut tight. "Sucky, sucky, sucky," said the goblins, laughing. I felt another one climbing on top of me. His little cock started prodding at my crotch. 

I moaned as the head forcefully rubbed against my clit and one of the sneaky little buggers almost pushed his cock into my mouth. The cock continued to rub against my wet skin, looking for the opening. My legs were tightly bound together and it was making it hard for him.

Then I felt the cock press into my slit and push its way inside. It probed my hole as deep as it could go, and then started slipping back and forth. It didn't hurt at all, my pussy was still very damp and receptive, despite my fear and disgust. It was tingling, responding to the stimulation, and I was getting pleasant sensations from the small thrusting cock.

The goblin was on top of me, thrusting down into me at an angle, so that the base of his cock was continually pushing its way past my clit. My clit seemed much more sensitive than usual, I was getting intense pleasure as the shaft rubbed past it as the goblin fucked me.

I let out a soft moan and this time one of the goblins was able to push his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around the shaft and ran my tongue around the small hard dick, getting the strong bitter taste of him. "Sucky, sucky, sucky, human." laughed the goblin as he grabbed my hair.

I sucked on the goblin cock as another one pumped my wet pussy and others stood around me laughing excitedly, touching me and rubbing their hard cocks over my warm skin. I was so humiliated, allowing myself to be violated by these pathetic little creatures, and getting off on it, like some wanton slut.

The thrusting cock had my tingling pussy feeling good. Then another hard pinch to my nipple sent darts of pain into my mind. The goblin had a hold of my head and was thrusting his groin into my sucking mouth. His little balls were slapping against my chin. I could just give it a bite to make him not want to come near my face again, but I didn't. 

A couple more hard cocks were still rubbing against my face and even poking me in the eye. Small hands were everywhere, stroking and groping. My senses were being overwhelmed by all the stimulation and making me forget about my perilous and distasteful situation.

Then I felt the wetness spill out inside my pussy. I shuddered with disgust as I realized the little creature had defiled me with his foul seed. I pulled away from the cock in my mouth, "Urgh, get off me you dirty little bastard!" The goblin laughed as he gave some more thrusts into my soft, wet hole.

A wet cock was pressing up against my lips again and I opened up and took it back into my mouth. I felt the cock slip out of my pussy as the goblin climbed off of me. Straight away another one got on top of me and I felt another hard little cock prodding at my wet slit. It pushed its way inside and started pumping me with rapid strokes just like the other cock. It felt good, even though I felt so dirty and disgusted.

I sucked on the little cock that was thrusting into my face. Pretty soon it erupted, filling my mouth with warm cum. I quickly pulled back and spat it out onto the ground. That was gross. More cocks rubbed over my face, trying to push their way into my mouth, but I kept it closed. The other goblins' cock continued to slap away into my wet cunt.

Then I heard the loud low growl of an orc voice, "Get away from her you mutts!" Kurok came up and kicked the goblin that was humping me. His dick was ripped out of my cunt as he was sent crashing into the wall behind us. "That my female!" growled Kurok. The other goblins scampered away from me as quick as they could. The one that was kicked winced as he picked himself up from the ground and hurriedly staggered away from us.

I was left there, flushed and dazed. My puffy pink slit was wet and glistening between my bound legs. "Dirty Kurv! Like fucking kapuls? Maybe give you back to them after."

He pulled a dagger from his belt and my heart skipped a beat. Was he going to hurt me now? He crouched down and started cutting at the vines that bound my legs. "Stay still, or get cut." He was grunting with effort as he tried to dig his blade into the vines. "Nadoht! Strong! Must be magic. Where's fucking shaman?"

He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Don't matter, can still bend you over, Kurv." I squealed as he picked me up by my bound arm and carried me along. He brought me to a nearby crumbled wall that was around a meter tall. He bent me over the stone wall so that my upper body was hanging over the other side. My feet barely reached the ground. I could feel the rough surface digging into my belly, thankfully it was still protected by my leathers.

He grabbed my leather pants and pulled them down as far as he could. Then he pulled at my panties and cut them away with his dagger. My bare brown ass was exposed to him, he started slapping the fleshy orbs hard, making me yelp. 

Some of the other orcs had come over and were standing there watching with wide smiles on their faces, and a lusty look in their eyes. "Time to fuck the graug kurv, Urdanog?"

Kurok stopped slapping me and was groping at my round ass with his big rough hands. He slid a hand down and his fingers prodded underneath, into my wet slit. I gasped and groaned as a couple of fat fingers slipped up into me. My cunt tingled and pulsed as he moved the digits around inside me. Then they were pulled back out.

"Undur Kurv! Let kapuls spill seed in your dirty cunt?"

He held my cheeks apart and I felt his fat slimy finger slipping around my little pucker. I was shocked to feel the digit prodding hard into my netherhole, "Aaah, No! Not there, you dirty bastard!" I yelled out.

"Hahaha, butharog for graug kurv!" laughed one of the orcs watching.

The fat finger worked it way into me and began sliding back and forth through my stretched sphincter. It felt horrible. I had some experience with anal sex, and didn't enjoy it much. I hadn't taken anything in my ass for some time, and I certainly didn't want to now. My tight little hole cleched around the finger, and I just wanted the horrible thing out of me.

He worked some more spit into me, getting my little hole quite wet. Then his finger pulled out and my sphincter closed up again. I couldn't do anything, I was pinned there, bent over the wall with my ass up. Then I could feel the big blunt cockhead press into my wet skin. I didn't know how big he was, but he certainly felt way larger than the goblins.

The fat cockhead found my little anus and was forcing its way through. My tight sphincter stretched and stretched. The pain was intense. I screamed out in agony as the huge member ground its way into me. It felt fuckin' huge, like a fist was being pushed up there. The whole thing forced its way through my squeezing hole inch by painful inch until the hairy base was pressed into me and his big hairy balls sat up against my wet cunt.

My assaulted hole was spasming and sending constant sharp pain into my mind. Having that enormous meaty log wedged up into my rectum was horrible beyond words. Tears streamed down my face as I cried out and begged for him to take it out.

I felt the big mass pull back inside me before thrusting forward. I cried out in pain and it seemed to be exciting the orcs around me. The burning friction was almost unbearable as the huge orc cock fucked my tight squeezing ass. I barely noticed that the number of onlookers was growing. The anguished cries of a woman was like a beacon to them. More orcs were coming and standing around watching me get ass-raped. 

I looked up through my teary eyes and saw that many of them were getting out and stroking their thick green cocks. They all looked so big, around nine or ten inches long, with some even larger. They were all really fat and veiny with swollen round heads. I could feel one of those fat cockheads continually poking deep into my bowels.

Kurok laughed as he thrust his hard member into me, "Haha. Tight human buth! Your kind like take ears, orcs like take ass!" The orcs all around us cheered and laughed. "You my female. But share you around tonight. Let whole camp enjoy your tight hole."




Orc Bait



"Haha, butharog!...butharog pausuk kurv!" cheered a nearby orc excitedly.

I could do nothing but moan and cry as I was getting violently bucked forward with each hard thrust. My ass felt like it was on fire as the big invader mercilessly ground into me. The orcs' big rough hands gripped my butt tightly as he continuously slapped his fat member deep into my clenching hole. My tight ring squeezed the fat shaft relentlessly as it pushed through again and again. 

His heavy balls slapped against my tingling pussy. I wanted to be fucked there, not have my poor little asshole roughly abused. He continued to sodomize me for a while longer. I had no choice but to bend over and take it. I wished I was out of my bonds. Somehow having my arms and legs bound together made the ordeal even worse.

Kurok started grunting loudly as he ploughed into me. Then he stopped thrusting and wedged his cock deep into my ass. I felt it throb wildly and hot wet cum spilt out inside me. It continued to throb as more cum spilled out and he pushed it back and forth slowly, letting my tight hole milk him off.

He thrust his cock into me a few more times and then he pulled out. My hole released its tight grip on the fat cockhead with a plop and it quickly shrank down again. I was so relieved to finally have him out of me. My ass was so sore.

"I'm next." came a deep orc voice. I was kept pinned down on the wall as there was a shuffling of bodies behind me. I felt another big fat cockhead press up into my abused anus.

"No, Don't! I can't take any more!" I cried out.

"You take much more, pinky. You see." said Kurok, laughing. The big cockhead pushed through, painfully stretching my sphincter open again. I started to get bucked forward as another big orc roughly sodomized me. It fucking hurt, but my hole was now slick with cum and the friction wasn't as bad.

"She not pinky. She brown this one," said one of the orcs as he stroked his big hard cock.

"She a brown pinky." said Kurok smiling. "Like her brown skin, pretty. I breed her. Keep her as rraus Gruiuk. She give me plenty strong half-orc sons."

More tears streamed down my face as the big green cock banged away at my tight back passage. Then one of the other orcs came forward and rubbed his big cock in my hot teary face. "Suck on it, brown pinky."

I reluctantly parted my lips and he pushed his big organ through and into my mouth. I took in the strong odour and bitter taste of him. I closed my lips around the fat shaft and sucked. It was a horrible humiliation, bringing a smelly orc to pleasure with my mouth, while another banged my tight ass, and many more looked on. I was feeling hot and flushed and light headed as the big organs assaulted me at both ends.

After a while, I felt the big cock throbbing up my ass and more cum spurting out inside me. It pulled out of my sore ass, and I felt some wet cum spilling out after it. A few seconds later, another big orc cock was pushing into my ass. It plunged down inside my wet little hole and my sphincter gripped it tightly.

A big fat cock was pounding my ass hard and deep for a third time. I moaned around the cock in my mouth. It was just going on and on. There were so many of them, how was I going to take them all? My ass was already so sore. 

The other orcs around us laughed and cheered them on and made lewd comments as they stroked their hard cocks and waited their turn. "Kurv gru pausuk sma ronk!" I heard one of them call out. The cock in my mouth throbbed as I sucked on it, and then I received a mouthful of orc cum. I was grossed out as I pulled back and spat it onto the ground.

Another orc quickly moved forward and grabbed my head. He roughly shoved his hard cock into my face. I opened my lips and took him into my mouth and started sucking again. He bucked his hips and started thrusting into my face as I sucked him off.

The orc behind me had a painfully tight grip on my butt and slammed his big fat member into my ass with long deep strokes. I felt heat radiating on my leg and wondered what was going on. One of the orcs held my leg as he was cutting the vines with a red hot dagger. "Stay still or you get hurt." he growled. It was very difficult to stay still with a large orc body continually slamming into me from behind.

He managed to cut the vines away with some difficulty and my legs were finally freed. I was glad to be able to move my legs apart again, though I was still bent over the wall. Then the orc moved around and started cutting at the rest of the vines. Soon my arms were finally freed and I didn't know what to do with them. I wiped the tears from my eyes while the thick cock bobbed back and forth in my sucking mouth. I was afraid I was going to be bound like that all night. It was good to have my arms and legs back at least.

The orc behind me grunted as he rammed his cock into me even harder. Then I felt his warm wet cum spill out inside me. He pulled back and his big cock slipped out from my hot aching hole. I pulled back and let the other cock slip out of my mouth.

I gingerly tried to stand up again. Another big muscular orc got behind me and got hold of my leather jerkin. He started forcibly pulling it off and I helped him as he struggled to undress me. When he removed my top, his big hands came up and got hold of my breasts. They were roughly squeezing and groping me and pinching my nipples.

He started trying to push me down, bending me over the wall again as I struggled against him. I didn't want to take another cock in my sore ass. "No, fuck my pussy, it's nice and tight and wet." I pleaded. I pushed away from him and got down on the ground.

I pulled my pants all the way down and removed them so that I was completely naked except for my boots. I spread my legs apart, presenting my pussy to him. Plenty of big orc bodies were all around me, looking down at me with hungry lustful looks in their eyes as they rubbed the big hard cocks.

The orc bent down and grabbed me and started roughly flipping me over. "No, buth Rramab koh!" he growled. He positioned me on my hands and knees on the dirt floor. He wasted no time getting behind me and lining his huge green cock up with my aching asshole. I cried out as he forced his organ through my tight ring and pushed it in deep. He got a strong grip on my hips and slid his big member back and then rammed it in deep again. I continued to cry out as he fucked my tight ass with deep pounding strokes.

My ass felt all squishy now. I could feel the cum dribbling out of it and down my pussy lips as the cock thrust back and forth. My pussy was still tingling wildly, I wished they would fuck me there instead. My ass was still really sore, but the sharp pain had died down a little as the ordeal went on.

The other orc came around in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I continued where I left off, sucking him as he grabbed my head and thrust into my face. At least I was in a different position now, my body was really starting to hurt where I was bent over the stone wall.

That went on for a while, I was there on the ground on my hands and knees, a thick orc cock was pounding away into my tight, cum-slick ass while another pumped into my sucking mouth. The orc in front of me suddenly pulled out and grunted as he furiously jerked his wet cock in front of my face. He groaned as pearly cum shot out from his throbbing member and spurted all over my face. I moved my hand up and wiped the warm sticky cum away. 

My senses were filled with the pungent smell and taste of orc cum. I could feel the thick fluid on my face, and being sloshed around in my ass and dribbling down my crotch. 

The orc behind me reached forward and pushed my head down into the dirt. He started slamming his cock forward with more force, pounding my ass violently. I cried out as he continuously bucked my whole body forward with each savage thrust. He was grunting loudly like an animal, and all the other orcs were cheering him on as he rammed my ass with as much force as he could muster.

Thankfully, he couldn't keep up the brutal pace for long, and his member started throbbing and spurting its hot cum as he fucked. I was glad when he pulled out of me. My abused anus was still throbbing painfully, even though it was empty.

The orc got up, and straight away another orc rapist was getting behind me. "Wait, why don't you lay back, let me do all the work?" I called out to him.

"You do all work?" said the big dumb orc.

"Yeah." I pushed him back and he sat down on the ground. His big green cock was sticking up from his groin. I moved over and climbed on top of him. The orc smiled and laid back as I lined his thick rod up with my pussy. I quickly lowered myself down on him before he tried to stick it in my ass. The fat member slid up inside me and my wet pussy was filled with cock. I groaned, he felt so big, but he would have felt even bigger in my ass. I was glad to finally take one of the big cocks in the right hole.

The orcs big rough hands came up and grabbed my hips and I started to raise myself up and drop down on his swollen phallus. Then there was movement behind me. I was roughly pushed forward as another orc was getting into position. The fat cockhead pressed into my sore ass. 'No, not again!' I thought.

The big cock forced its way forward and my ravaged hole was filled with thick orc meat once again. Now I had them wedged up into my pussy and ass at the same time. I was sandwiched between two bulky orc bodies. I moaned loudly at the intense sensation of being completely filled.

The cocks started moving, fucking me in a clumsy, disjointed rhythm. I continued to moan loudly. The cock in my pussy still felt good, and the ass-fucking wasn't as painful any more. I moved my hand down and started gently rubbing my clit as both cocks moved inside me. I figured if I was going to be roughly used by these brutes, I could at least get off as well. It felt good, the raw carnal pleasure was building. My face was hot and I was breathing heavily as I was squirming around between the big strong orc bodies.

My pussy was really responding as the cock rubbed up along the sensitive inner walls. My clit was tingling as I rubbed my wet fingers around it. My breathing became shallower as I felt the pleasure heighten inside me. I was heading for a powerful climax.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the intense pleasure washed over me. My pussy constricted around the big cock and my juices dribbled down the thick shaft. I was struggling to get my breath back as the two orcs continued to pump their cocks into me independently. Each thrust brought more raw carnal pleasure.

I just continued to moan and breath heavily as I was wedged tightly between the two big sweaty orc bodies, and the intense orgasm slowly subsided. My mind was in a daze. The one in my pussy came first. His warm cum spilled out deep inside me. I was reminded how Kurok said he wanted to breed me. I didn't want to have to bear any ugly half-orc bastards. But now I just had to worry about getting through this night.

He kept his cock wedged deep into my soaking wet pussy as the orc on top of me continued to pump my tight ass. Soon he came too, dumping another load of cum deep inside my body. The orc pulled out of my backside and got off of me. Then I was pulled up off of the orc laying on the ground. Cum spilled out of my ass and pussy as I got up on shaky legs.

Another orc laid down on the ground with his meaty cock poking up from his groin. I found myself being pushed down on top of him and I lowered myself down, taking him in my squishy cunt. Another orc was quick to get behind me and pushed me forward. He shoved his cock into my ravaged asshole with one hard thrust.

I was sandwiched between two big orc bodies again, getting my ass and pussy fucked deep and hard. I let out a lustful moan. It felt good having that big cock rubbing up my pussy which was still sensitive from the orgasm. I was feeling the burning lust now. I loved the feeling of the big cocks inside me, even the one up my ass. I was just a Graug Kurv.

Nearby, a couple of goblins came and stuck a burning torch into the ground. The light flickered around me and cast dark shadows. When did it get dark? I didn't even notice the sun setting while the pack of barbaric orcs were ravishing me. I moaned loudly as the orc behind me gripped my ass tightly and gave it some fast hard thrusts.

Another orc came forward and I found a big green cock being shoved into my face again. I groaned, but opened wide and took him into my mouth. Now I was sucking on a hard cock while two more were ploughing into ass and pussy.

The three big orc cocks continued to move in my torrid body for some time. The carnal pleasure was slowly tightening down inside me again. I was hungry for another strong climax, but it would take a while for the thrusting cocks to get me there again. The one pumping my ass eventually spurted its load into me. Then I got another hot wet load spilling out into my pussy. 

Then the orc standing over me groaned loudly as he came. In my dazed, lust-filled state, I let his warm cream fill my mouth. It didn't seem to gross me out as much any more. I even swallowed some of it down. I was in a daze again as the cocks were removed from my body. I laid there on the ground, my ass was throbbing and it felt like there was a lot of cum leaking out from me.

Another orc bent over me and briefly pawed at my body before flipping me over. Then he mounted me, pushing his hard cock into my ass. I just laid there limply in the dirt as my ass was getting pounded again. I lost count of how many orcs had sodomized me now. It seemed like a lot, and there were still plenty of them standing around, waiting for their turn.

The big sweaty orc body continued to bounce on top of me, driving the fat member deep into my body. He was grunting with exertion while I just lay there taking it. Eventually the fat cock throbbed and dumped its hot load deep inside me and pulled out.

Another orc soon got on top of me and his cock slid up into my wet ass. The hard thrusting resumed. I felt like a bit of meat, tightly squeezing the thrusting cocks until they were brought to pleasure. And I was getting off on it. My wet, empty pussy throbbed and tingled as I was roughly ass-fucked.

A little while later, the big dick finally stopped thrusting and spilt its load out inside me. It slipped out of my messy hole and I was waiting for the next cock to come and fill me again. Instead I found myself being pulled to my feet. I could barely stand, and streams of cum ran down my leg. I saw that it was Kurok who had lifted me up. "You come with me." he said, and then he pulled me along with him. I followed behind him, staggering on my shaky legs. "What your name, brown pinky?" he asked.

"...Rohme."

"You enjoy all the orc cock, Rohme? Plenty madh uruk gajol just for you."

"Can I get some water?" I was parched, and I just had the horrible taste of orc cum in my mouth.

Kurok stopped just outside the ruins. I could see several fires around the place and many orcs sitting around them. It appeared numerous trees were cleared for the camp and fallen logs were lying around the area. He pointed down to the brook. "Get water there, then come to me at that fire. Be quick."

I shakily walked down to the water. I continued to look around the gloomy campsite. Orcs and goblins were everywhere. There were several sets of eyes on me right now. Even if I could run, it would do me no good. They would just have the wargs hunt me down.

I squatted down at the brook and groaned. My soft tender ass was throbbing and I could feel more cum leaking out from it. It was a weird feeling, and I knew that I was going to have to take more big thrusting cocks up there. These orc bastards weren't going to show me any mercy. And I felt ashamed that I was getting off on it. Part of me wanted them to keep ravishing me. 

I scooped the water up and swashed it about in my mouth before spitting it out. Then I scooped up some more and drank it down. I was filthy and as stinky as any of the orcs. I had never felt so dirty. I quickly washed the mess around my groin, it felt good to splash the cold water on my raw ass.

I saw something glimmering near the water. It was my arrow. I remembered Kurok standing over me laughing, "You gunna kill me with that?" I could. I could take it and stab it into his ugly head. But what good would that do me? I stood up again, better make my way back to Kurok. No doubt the big green bastard was planning to fuck me again.

Kurok was nearby, sitting on a log by a large campfire. Several other orcs were sitting around the fire as well, eating, drinking and jabbering in their crude tongue. I slowly walked up to Kurok. The big muscular orc leader looked up at me with his dark eyes, "There my Rraus Gruiuk. Want more big gaj now?"

I just stood there frowning at him. He pulled his meaty prick out from his leather pants and smiled at me, "On knees and suck. Do good job." I couldn't see how any good would come from resisting. I got down on my knees in the dirt in front of him and brought my head down to his lap.

I wrapped my hand around the green shaft and gripped it tightly. It was only half erect, but still quite thick. Then I took his round cockhead into my mouth and began to suck. The big member quickly swelled and became fully erect, making me open my jaw wider. Kurok grunted in pleasure as I sucked him off. I could feel his engorged manhood throb in my mouth, and the warmth of the fire on my bare back.

I knew how to give a good blowjob. I rubbed his large hairy balls with one hand and forcefully stroked the shaft with the other. I bobbed my head up and down as I sucked and rubbed the round glans with my tongue. It was a lot of effort, and it was degrading. At least my sore ass was getting a break.

It went on and on. My jaw was getting sore from accommodating such a large member. He grunted and groaned with pleasure as I worked to get him off. Then he abruptly pushed my face off his hard dick, "Get down, spread legs wide."

I slowly did as I was told. I laid on my back in the dirt in front of him and spread my legs apart, showing my puffy glistening slit. Kurok got down on top of me and guided his big wet cock into my pussy. He pushed it in deep, spreading my soft netherlips apart. I moaned as my pussy was stretched open and filled with hard orc meat.

Kurok reached up and grabbed my tits with his big rough hands. He squeezed them savagely as he played with them, making me squeal and groan. Then he raised his ass and started furiously banging his cock into me. I was moaning and gasping under him as I was vigorously fucked.

My whole body was getting bucked around as the orcs' big cock was continuously slamming into me. It was intense, but I could feel the pleasure building inside me, as my body was responding to the rough pounding. I was glad that he was banging my pussy and not my ass.

I just lay under him, gasping and moaning as I took his continuous thrusts. After a while, Kurok suddenly stopped thrusting and wedged his cock in deep. I felt his heavy hairy balls pressing against my wet skin. The orc groaned loudly as I felt his large member throb and spurt its hot cum out inside me. "Ughh Yeah! Take it Rraus Gruiuk. Ungh...I do this plenty, until you swollen and heavy with my child!"

I laid there under him panting as I felt more of his cum spill out into me. He gave me some more slow thrusts as he groped my boobs. He was laying on top of me, and I could feel the weight of his bulky sweaty body. I found it hard to breath. 

"I can have female now?" asked another orc, who was nearby watching.

"No, I fuck her next!" said another orc.

"No, she mine!" The two of them began arguing back and forth, spitting out vulgar orcish insults.




Orc Bait



Kurok pulled his slimy softening dick from my cum-soaked pussy and climbed off of me. "She's mine." he said loudly, over the two arguing orcs. "Why not fuck together - shun butharog?"

They stopped arguing and turned to him, " Yes, shun butharog, like with Zanbaur. Haw haw haw!" Then they were both laughing. I tried to think what shun butharog meant, ...two sodomy? One of them came over to me and grabbed me. He pulled me back to the log where he was sitting. He had his big hard cock out, stroking it.

I found myself being roughly turned around so that my back was to him. I grunted as he gripped me tightly and lifted me off my feet. He lined his hard cock up with my asshole and then lowered me down on it. I cried out as my raw ass was penetrated by another big orc cock. He grunted and bounced me up and down on his hefty cock. Kuroks' warm cum spilt out of my cunt and ran down the thrusting member.

Then the other orc was in front of me, holding his big green erection. The one underneath me stopped fucking and held me there while he got in position. Then I felt the round tip pushing at my asshole which was already filled with a big orc dick. I cried out in fear, there was no way they were both going to fit in my tight ass, they were going to tear me apart.

The orc grunted loudly and the hard cock was slowly forcing its way into me. I cried out in agony as my little hole was stretched open even further. The second cock slid right in and my clenching ass was squeezing the two meaty invaders together tightly. Tears ran down my face. I was crying out and gasping. The obscene penetration was filling my mind with constant sharp pain. 

The orc behind me groaned, and then called out, "Shun butharog!" Then they started moving their cocks. It was clumsy, uncoordinated movement, grinding into my stretched insides. Sometimes the organs moved together, sometimes they pushed along each other. It hurt like hell as my overstretched rectum was obscenely violated.

Other orcs were standing around near the fire watching us and laughing and cheering. "Hahaha, Mubush gru nazok baur!"

"Madh shun gaj, gru graug kurv!"

I cursed myself for wondering how it could get worse. The orcs were grunting with effort as they worked their cocks into me, giving me a hard double anal fucking. One of the cocks slipped out and I was glad to just have my asshole stretched around one thick pole. But the orc quickly grabbed it, slid it along the other cock and forced it into my clenching hole again. I was crying out and moaning loudly as I was brutally assaulted.

The torturous double rape went on for a while, then the second cock slipped out of me again. The one that was still inside started fucking me harder and deeper until it spurted its cum deep inside me. It slipped out and was quickly replaced with the other cock that pounded me hard. Soon that cock throbbed and dumped its cum into my ass as well. I was roughly pulled off of him and I staggered and looked up and saw that I was surrounded by large orc bodies with their hard cocks out. The ugly green faces were still looking at me hungrily.

I found myself being pushed down onto the ground again on my hands and knees. An orc got behind me and grabbed my ass. I felt the fat cockhead opening up my tender sphincter and pushing its way down into my squishy hole.

As he started fucking me with hard pounding strokes, another orc got in front of me and pushed his hard cock into my teary face. I obediently opened my mouth and took it in. He roughly grabbed my head and rocked his hips, thrusting into my sucking mouth.

One big swollen cockhead was slamming deep into my bowels, the other was rubbing over my tongue and prodding at the back of my throat, making me gag. I could do nothing but stay bent over in the dirt taking it. The double anal had my ass hurting bad. It was twitching and spasming painfully as it was pounded by the big cock.

Things got even worse when the orc in front of me started forcing his big cock in deeper and deeper. The cockhead pressed into the back of my throat again and slowly forced its way through. I was unable to scream as he slid it down deep. He grunted and groaned as he gripped my head tightly and thrust his member into my tight constricting throat.

I thought he was going to kill me. My stomach was churning and I needed to throw up, but I couldn't. I moved my arm up and thumped his strong leg, trying to get him to stop, but he didn't. The big green bastard continued to fuck my throat until he was grunting even louder. His big cock throbbed and spurted its cum down my throat. It made my stomach heave violently.

He finally pulled out of my throat and my mouth. Straight away I bent down and wretched, spewing the cum up all over the ground. The orcs around me just laughed and the one behind me continued slamming his cock deep into my aching rectum.

I was in a real daze then. That part was a bit of a blur to me. I was down by the fire on my hands and knees with big orc cocks continually ramming into my ass and mouth. I don't know how many orcs fucked me. They were all the same, I didn't even see the ones getting behind me. They all stuck it in my ass and fucked me with deep hard pounding thrusts until they dumped their cum deep inside me. Then the cock would pull out and quickly be replaced and the hard fucking would resume.

I just sucked automatically at the stinking green cocks being shoved into my face. I was getting loads of cum in my mouth and on my face at regular intervals. I was just feeling very numb and dazed as they used and abused my body. It just seemed to go on and on.

*****

I didn't know how much time had passed before Kurok came and grabbed me again. I was unable to stand, so he lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder. Thick pearly orc cum spilled out of me. I just hung there limply. I hoped that he was going to take me somewhere where I would be left alone, but that wasn't the case.

I could smell the booze on his breath and he laughed as he carried me along. Many other orcs were following us, laughing and chattering excitedly. "Had enough of orc cock, Graug Kurv? You do show for us. Have lots of fun. Hehehe!"

I do not wish to recount what happened to me then. It was just too abhorrent and execrable and cruel. It was no small mercy when I was overwhelmed and passed out.

*****

I have no idea what they did to my body after that, or how many more times I was fucked. I was unconscious for some time though because when I woke up there was daylight.

I groaned as I slowly came around. I wasn't aware of much. I was naked and laying on my back on some sort of mat. Large pale stone walls rose around me, I must have been in the ruined fort again. I could feel my ass and pussy, they were wet an sticky and ached furiously.

I became aware that there was someone else nearby. Suddenly, a splash of cold water hit me. I cried out and struggled and realised my arms were bound above my head. Another splash of cold water hit my body, making me writhe and gasp. I looked up and was surprised to see Aerowyn. The red-headed half-elf was standing over me with an empty bucket in her hands.

"Wakey, wakey." she said, smiling down at me. "It's a beautiful new day."

"Aerowyn?" I said, blinking up at her. The water had woken me up, but I was still a little groggy. I tried to sit up, and flinched. My cavities were sore as hell.

"You were a bit messy and smelly Rohme. That's to be expected I guess." She crouched over me and looked over my wet naked body. The cold water made my large brown nipples hard. "Your poor little pooper. Your poor little cunny. Here, stay still. I know a little healing. I'll make it better."

I stared blankly as she spread my legs apart and got between them. Her hand started hovering over my sore cunt and I could feel the warm tingling of her magic. It soon started to feel a little better. I looked around, there were scores of dead orcs lying about the ruins, their ears had been cut off. 

"Penridge!" called out Aerowyn, as she healed my ass.

A short skinny man in brown robes with wispy light hair and beady eyes peered in from outside the fort. "Yes, mistress?"

"Don't miss the orcs down by the creek. Remember, Rohme gets all the right ears. I get all the left ones."

"Yes, mistress." said the man before disappearing again.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Forget about him, he's nobody."

"Did you kill all the orcs?"

"We killed all of the orcs. Like I told you before--we make a good team."

"...huh? What are you talking about?"

"I cast a poison skin spell on you. Every orc who made contact with you was infected with a slow acting, but quite fatal poison. Every goblin, warg and troll as well. You've had quite a busy night, haven't you?"

"What?!...You sick, twisted, insane, evil witch! How could you do that to me?!"

"Calm down, will you? You're fine. I'm going to split the ears with you fifty-fifty. We both have quite a haul here. We're rich partner."

"Damn you! Burn in the deepest sphere of hell you twisted bitch. Why couldn't you have fucked them?" 

Aerowyn screwed her face up, "Eww, I only like women...I like you, Rohme." Her hand started sensually rubbing my smooth brown skin around my thighs.

"Don't touch me! I hate you!"

"Don't be like that." said Aerowyn. I struggled to close my legs again, but she had hold of them and kept them spread. She moved her head down low and started planting soft kisses around my inner thighs.

"No, I said Stop that, you little Cunt!" I shouted angrily. She just ignored me as she slowly moved up, leaving a trail of soft wet kisses up my right thigh and then around my furry mound and down my left thigh. Her head slowly moved back up to my pussy. I didn't want it, I hated her. Yet somehow, the intimate stimulation had fired up my arousal. I was quivering and gasping.

I could feel her hot breath on my slit and I shuddered with anticipation. Then her rough wet tongue was rubbing along my labia and I moaned softly. Aerowyn continued to move her tongue around, forcefully licking at my soft folds. My pussy felt so good. I could have almost forgotten that it had been so brutally abused last night.

She plunged her mouth forward and pressed her lips tightly against my sex. I could feel her tongue probing about inside me. I couldn't stop myself letting out a pleasurable moan. I knew I shouldn't want this, but it felt wonderful. The half-elf lustily ate me out as I moaned and writhed beneath her.

Her graceful fingers moved up and rubbed the soft folds around my clit. It tingled with pleasure. I was moaning and breathing heavily. The witch was getting me off, I was heading for another orgasm.

Aerowyn lifted her head up from my crotch and licked my juices from her ruby lips and smiled at me. "You want me to do it again, don't you, Rohme?" I just panted and moaned as her finger circled around my clit. "Come on, ask me nicely."

There was a brief pause, and then I gave in to her, "Ungh, please...do it again...ooh!" She gave me a sly grin. Then a powerful jolt of magical energy surged from her hand. My clit throbbed wildly and my pussy pulsed and squirted. I writhed and moaned as my whole body was filled with the most intense pleasure. I panted and tried to catch my breath as I rode out the powerful orgasm.

I was left lying there, hot and flushed and panting. My spread legs were twitching as my pussy and clitoris still throbbed with pure carnal pleasure. Aerowyn had a big smile plastered to her face. She slowly got up and stood over me. "We're such a good team."

I caught my breath and tried to shake the blissful daze from my head. I reminded myself that I hated her. "No, we're not a team. You had me savagely raped. I'm going to kill you for that."

"I think you're a little embarrassed to admit how much fun you've had. That's okay. This horde appeared to be heading for the riverlands. Think about how many people these orcs won't be killing and raping now. Some might even say that you made a heroic sacrifice here last night."

"Fuck you! I am going to kill you witch!"

"Well I hope you cool down and change your mind about that. I would much rather be your lover than your enemy." 

Penridge then appeared again. The robed man was carrying two dark sacks. His eyes lingered over my naked body and I quickly shut my legs.

"Are you done now?" asked Aerowyn.

"Yes mistress. There were sixty-three of them. A few were missing ears already."

Aerowyn grabbed a sack and put it down in front of me. "Here's your payday orc hunter. You'll find your weapons and equipment and your five ears from yesterday nearby. This is where we part ways. I need to go take my dying grandmother to the healer."

"I thought it was your dying uncle."

Aerowyn shrugged, "Whatever." She and Penridge went to leave the ruined fort.

I called out to her, "I'm not an orc hunter any more. I'm a witch hunter."

"Good luck with that." said the half-elf as she disappeared.

I sat up and struggled against my bonds. It was the same green vines that had me tied up before. At least this time my legs weren't bound. I struggled to get up to my feet, then I walked out of the fort, stepping over orc corpses as I went.

It was morning and the birds were chirping all around me in the lush forest. The mild sunlight was streaming in through the trees. The campsite looked like the aftermath of a great battle. There were orc bodies strewn around the place, each with their ears cut off. goblin bodies were laying around as well, and I could see the wargs lying dead near the creek. Aerowyn and her lackey were nowhere to be seen.

I looked down and noticed that the magical vines around my arms were starting to look brown and withered. I struggled against them again, and this time they slipped loose a little. I strained against them with all my might and managed to pull my arms apart. Thank the gods for that.

My possessions were sitting on the ground nearby. I went back into the fort and grabbed the sack and brought it back out. It was quite heavy. There would be a large amount of valuable ears in there, way more than I imagined when I set out to hunt down orcs. Why did she just leave it there for me? Was it some sort of bribe to stop me from seeking vengeance? The gold would only aid me in hunting her down. The bitch was mad.

I opened the sack and looked inside. It was full of grotesque pointed green ears, as expected. I pulled out an ear with three silver rings through it; Kuroks'. I remembered the big brutish orc ramming his cock into me and defiling me with his foul seed. May the green bastard rot in hell.

Then I heard some rustling behind me. I turned around and was shocked to see an orc staggering past all the other dead orcs. He was holding his head and groaning. He had long grey hair and dirty blue robes. I guessed that he was the hordes' shaman.

The orc looked quite ill as he staggered about. He looked up and blinked at me through bleary eyes. Then he pointed his long finger at me, "Eiter! Not touch her. Dagalur, black magic!" His hands started to glow as he got ready to cast a spell. My arrow slammed into his head between his eyes and he dropped to the ground. I lowered my bow, that was a couple more ears for me.

Aerowyn was long gone by then. I got dressed and gathered my things together before heading off as well.

I would have my revenge, but that's another story.

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Orc Ch. 02



Note: Thanks for the feedback for part one all. It was appreciated muchly. Sorry about the long wait for part two, I never really intended to continue this story, but eventually felt drawn back to it. Hope you enjoy!

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Misty felt very much like a lamb being carried off to the slaughter. She had just been accosted and raped by a large amorous orc . Although, 'raped', she thought was a bit unfair when it had also been the most earth shattering sex she had ever experienced. She could almost feel herself glowing for the gods' sakes! 

Now she was being carried over the said orc's shoulder with her bottom in the air and an excellent view of her captors own muscular green bottom which she had been clinging to as she came only a short while ago. What had she done? She had practically given herself to her rapist, no scratch that, she had been almost as aggressive as him. 

It wasn't over, Misty knew this even before the orc slapped his hand onto her bottom and began to caress and squeeze it. It wasn't over, should she fight or just let it happen? The orc ran his callous fingers over her thighs and in between the still sweaty cleavage of her buttocks. Misty's body was tired so at first she responded only with ticklish twitches. The mottled brown orc though was patient, stirring her back up slowly, lightly scratching her inner thighs and rubbing her sumptuous flesh causing her to sigh.

The comfort afforded by the massage was not to last long however, and she started to feel lightheaded as her blood tried to both rush towards her dangling head and her warming crotch. 

"Put me down, I'm starting to feel dizzy", Misty asked firmly despite her predicament. She had no idea whether or not her bulging conqueror could understand her words, but he always did at least seem to comprehend her meaning. Misty could tell this because he gave her a playful pat on the bottom before shifting her up so that her head was less upside-down. 

The orc, however, did not cease his dextrous explorations of her tender flesh instead running his nails lightly up and down the insides of her legs. He trailed downwards to the inside of her knees tracing her tendons and massaging her plump muscles. He trailed upwards to her dark lustrous pubic curls allowing his touch to linger on her outer lips rubbing her slowly open and closed. 

Misty closed her eyes and ineffectually tried to stifle a soft moan. Her vagina was starting to flood and combined with the orc's gooey semen, every squeeze and spread of her mound created wet sticky sounds. She could smell the sickly musky scent of herself and combined with the grotesquely erotic music the orc was making with her, she began to feel self-conscious of her predicament again. 

"Please!" she cried feeling the cool evening air tease her wet openness. "Surely you've spent yourself, why can't you just let me go?" 

The orc took her bottom in his massive hand again, grabbing it almost entirely whilst his thumb circled dangerously around her seeping vulnerability. 

"No more! unnh," Misty bucked as he ground his large digit over her labia down to her perineum, "please... too much." 

Pleasure was saturating Misty's groin again. She didn't even know it was possible to be set on the path to a second orgasm so soon. Whenever she masturbated she was always slow and languid building herself up to an intense peak. She considered herself quite good at tickling her own fancies actually, thank you very much. But this was something else. Her brutish captor had her pinned to his shoulder with one arm whilst the other held her thighs to him. He could smell, feel, hear and sense her escalating excitement and with a deep stroke of his thumb through her engorged labia he tasted it too. Misty almost made a grab for her beast's tight ass getting lost in the sensations but held on bravely to the few clear thoughts she had left.

"If you don't..." she started. The orc returned to her sex with increased vigor using all his fingers to grind her pussy.

"... you don't... oh fuck... put me, OH!" he pulled back her clit's hood, "...put me down, right... ah... now" the orc was done with teasing and placed his callous thumb right on her button, "yessssssss... no. NO!"

Misty fought on even as she felt her clitoris grated into bliss, "I'll have you tor-... guh... tort... unnnh yes," he used his entire hand rubbing along her hot wet flesh, "tuh... Tortured!"

"Casssss.... FUCK!" the orc forced one thick finger deep inside her, "Castrated!"

"And..." any individual feeling was washed away by an incredible heat that left her senseless, "and kkkknnnommmmng uht," the savage orc rammed two more fingers into her and Misty came "Kiiiiillllleeedd!"

And that was the last even slightly coherent thing to come out of Misty's mouth as she writhed, flopped and moaned on the orc, totally out of control of her body. Her cunt muscles seized the invading fingers tightly as her orgasmic juices ran freely onto his hand. The orc very nearly lost grip of her. 

Misty's entire body pulsed with warmth, twitching randomly with aftershocks. Although she would never admit it, she drooled a little too.

Minutes passed drowsily and the vibrant reds of the meadow of bloody tears were replaced with muted greens and browns as they travelled into the deeper areas of the woodland. Her man-thing continued fondling her idly, smearing her come over her legs and bottom. She felt it cool and dry and became vaguely aware that she was growing colder. The trees were packed densely and the failing light cut through the the thick canopy only briefly here and there. 

They passed through and then along a brook shortly thereafter. The tinkling water lulled Misty and against her better judgement she must have drowsed for a while as the next thing she knew was the lush animal fur she felt herself being lowered onto. Misty sighed contentedly, smiling as the lustrous skin was wrapped around her. A hand gently brushed her face and for a moment she responded happily until of course she remembered whose hand it was and what it had been doing to her in the past few hours. 

Misty jerked away and upwards bringing herself to a sitting position and causing the animal skin to fall away from her revealing her exquisitely round breasts to the orc's view, whose gaze immediately fell upon them hungrily. Misty snatched the fur back over her nakedness and, glaring back into her captor's watery black eyes, knew he was far from finished with her. 

She looked around needing to reorient herself quickly. She was in a small cave which was roughly oval shaped and a dozen feet deep and about five feet high. A fire at the back of the cave crackled steadily, illuminating the brown rock, which made up the cave, with a rich glow accentuating it's already earthy tones. Misty noticed that the smoke was exiting through the rear of the cave and almost straight up almost like a chimney. She looked around at the round entrance covered neatly by an animal skin. This was a home, Misty realised, a 'dwarf hole' as they were called! Or at least it had been many years ago; The orc had turned it into a gallery of assorted items oddities and cantrips. 

Half the floor was covered in various animal furs some of which her bottom was currently rejoicing in. She recognised that most of them were from fauna native to the local area. Along one wall was a series of jars and bottles, the contents of which she struggled to identify; a few were obviously potions judging from their unnatural colours, others contained pickled objects Misty guessed were body parts and another collection held selections of local fruits, nuts and berries. On the other wall were mosses and other low maintenance plants. Who was this orc? If Misty had to hazard a guess, she would say he was some kind of hunter/gatherer scout whose task was to explore and catalogue an area. Sent by who though, and for what purpose? Was it a simple case of curiosity or a portent of possible invasion?

Either way the busty peasant girl was still at a total loss of how to react. She was tired and her adrenaline was running low from the fear and exhilaration or the entire experience. Her eyes were drawn to his impressive erection and she felt her mouth and vulva watering once more. She blinked and shook her head inwardly, never before had anyone or thing had drawn this kind of pure physical reaction from her. It was best to just let it happen she thought, he certainly hadn't harmed her in a violent way, the only ache she felt was a sexual one. Besides she resolved, after the brute had spent himself and fallen into the sleep of the sated, she could easily slip away and return home.

Return home to what though? And how would she explain her disarray and lack of her clothes? She could sneak back into her house, she supposed, it wasn't like her parents would wait up for her, or even worry. She was well known for her exploratory dalliances, but people would miss her if she didn't return by morning. Her employer at the farm where she worked would certainly fly into a rage if she were late and if her father found out (and he always did) Misty would have a few lashes of the strap to look forward to. The thought of going back to her regular routine after her intense ravishment by the orc seemed odd to Misty. She could easily compare the experience to a vivid dream, almost as if it hadn't happened at all, yet through it all and still now all her senses were hyper-aware; she felt more awake now than she had ever done before. The thought of this mad dream ending made Misty feel sick.

But what was her alternative? Trusting even a short term future to this monster would be the highest idiocy, she could not doubt. Orcs were evil creatures; everybody knew this. The beast obviously was no stranger to violence; she could tell by the way he moved when his attentions were not upon her. His movements were wary and deliberate like the more seasoned adventurers she had seen pass through her village. His physique was extraordinary and could only be gained, she knew, through regular and intense physical activities. And more sinister were the scars that crisscrossed over much of his body chronicling numerous battles or possibly slaughters. If she crossed him she knew he could easily kill her within seconds. If she were to beat this thing, it would have to be on her terms. 

Misty continued to hold the orc's gaze, wondering what he was thinking, then let the fur slide down away from her buxom to rest on her lap. Her breasts were still blotchy and red from his thick sweat and her nipples were a rosier shade of pink after the attention they had seen.

Misty watched as the orc's view slipped down to her breasts for a moment, his tongue flicked out to lick his lips unconsciously, before quickly looking back to match her stare. She pouted, she wanted more than a brief lapse from the monster; if she was to escape she needed him to lose himself completely to her. Misty admitted to herself that she wanted this 'thing' to have her again, she had always taken pride in her ability to be honest with herself and she could not deny that she was completely hot for this man-slab. But, on the same token she knew that beast was dangerous and could not afford to take him lightly, she had to take him hard, ahem.

Orcs were well known to be uncontrollably vicious and savage and despite knowing that the life she had to go back to was a miserable one, at least it included actual living. She had heard stories of 'blood rituals' and the Orcs' taste for raw flesh that made chills crawl through her. Misty swore to herself that she would not die a victim. 

Movement forced her attention back to her captor as he leaned forward bringing his face close to hers. He smiled, flashing pointed white/yellow teeth, briefly catching her off guard before stealing the briefest kiss then quickly withdrawing. Two could play this game and Misty moved herself so that her lips were barely half an inch from his but holding back from contact. She held like this a moment before pursing her lips slightly and blowing softly on the orc's face. He took a sharp intake of breath, unsure of the unusual but pleasurable sensation. Misty grinned to herself, score one for the lady!

The orc did not allow her to taste victory for long, though, and upped the stakes quickly, cupping one of her breasts lightly and resting his thumb on her nipple. Then he kissed her hard pushing his wet tongue past the weak defenses of her lips. Misty felt all her blood rush to her head letting the kiss deepen and pushing her own tongue back against his. The man-thing responded vigorously rubbing down with his thumb on her swollen nub and smothering her tongue with his own proclaiming dominance of her mouth. The peasant girl trembled and sighed as her tormentor held the kiss allowing it to prolong whilst also beginning to squeeze her breast with his palm. Misty began to feel increasingly light-headed but fought on, pushing herself deeper into the kiss and wrestling back against the large rough tongue that occupied her mouth.

She realized too late that she had leaned completely forward sacrificing her balance and the orc took advantage, stretching backwards. With her arms behind her and too weak to help anyway, Misty fell face-forward with a thump. The monster barked his laughter raucously looking down at her; face flushed, hair askew and directly between his legs. Misty was dumfounded for a moment part from shock and indignation and part from the fact that she had an up close and personal view of the orc's fully erect and sweating cock which almost seemed to stare back at her. It was Misty's turn to lick her lips unconsciously.

Another chuckle from the beast and her rage came back with a vengeance. 

"Gaaahh!" she screamed pulling herself up and away, "Stop making a fool of me!"

She turned away from him, kneeling with her legs closed and purposefully denying him sight of her round tits. Misty knew she had to get the better of him, but the debasement forced upon her was causing her to become petulant. The orc was behind her again and tried to put an arm around her, Misty slapped it away angrily. He backed off.

The girl waited for his next move, however, for a long moment there was no movement behind her. The moment stretched.

Hesitantly she looked over her shoulder at him, unsure what to expect. Her captor did not meet her eyes, instead his gaze poured all over her fleshy body. Misty blushed and nervously wondered if he was admiring her or sizing her up for something unsavory. The orc said something quietly under his breath in orcish. Misty didn't understand the language, but his soft tone relaxed her and when he approached her and placed his large hands on her hips, she did not flinch.

"Oh, you're going to pretend to be gentle again?" she asked as he kneaded her plump stomach and circled and probed her belly button.

The orc shimmied up behind her so that her back was pressed against his broad chest and continued fondling her, exploring the large womanly curves she had been blessed with. He curled one arm around her, holding her tightly against him and seized her breast, giving it another squeeze. His other hand continued stroking her tummy, heading lower to put a pleasurable pressure on her pubic delta.

"That's nice", Misty sighed leaning back against him with her head on his shoulder. 

Warmth filled Misty as the orc's high body temperature saturated her from his chest and the hot insistence of his penis pressing into the small of her back. The girl continued to melt when the beast gently entrapping her, began placing long wet kisses onto her neck. Her reticence and anger faded to be replaced with something far more dangerous; being held so softly and firmly by such a powerful creature was kindling her basic human desire to feel protected and safe. This was not good, Misty had to heat things up again fast or who knows what feelings would start asserting themselves upon her!

Misty shifted her hips cleverly and caught the monster's monster cock between the cleavage of her generous buttocks. The intense heat of the orc's member made her twitch and fidget but she held on boldly, figuring that any movement would build the friction and get him to lose control quicker. The large orc matched her forwardness and continued demonstrating his ambidextrousness by worrying her nipples with rough fingers and sliding his other hand down to lightly scratch her inner thighs and outer nether lips. Those sensations felt far off however, compared to the hot flow of lava that seemed to have started between her bottom. As the beast's arousal grew he began to perspire his treacherous orc sweat and Misty's back and bottom were soon covered in the tingling lubricant. The orc grunted as Misty soldiered on using the sweat to make a hot tunnel with her bottom pumping his shaft with quick strokes. Misty silently thanked the Gods that the orc's penis was so long that there was no threat of it's head finding her puckered anus, which was a good thing as it was clenching open and closed as the seeping sweat stimulated and relaxed it. 

"I'm going to beat you," Misty said through gritted teeth keeping her hips moving fluidly through force of will, "I'm going to fuck you senseless and when you're asleep I'm going to get out of here and you'll be lucky if I don't slit your throat before I go."

The orc held Misty tight to him shuddering against her as she brought him off, he hissed some words into her ear before fitting her entire lobe between his teeth and biting down giving her both pleasure and pain. Misty gasped and upped her tempo making sure to squeeze his cock-head between her buttocks with every up stroke which made the orc groan out loud. It was an addictive feeling getting this man-thing so exited. His penis was rock-solid and straining against her, the coarse hair covering his balls scratched her thighs teasingly and his slippery shaft rubbed her anus creating a foreign but delightful sensation that spread through her nether regions warmly. Meanwhile, the orc's hands had become clumsy, their dexterity gone, he was now simply grabbing at her in lust. The buxom peasant girl grinned, she was winning!

The great beast man was awash in the pleasure his captive human was freely giving him, but he had not lost presence of mind. He brought his hand reluctantly from her breasts and gathered a large swipe of ooze from his thigh, with his other hand he spread the engorged petals of the girl's sex wide open.

Misty instantly knew what he planned, "Oh no," she tried to dodge away but was too late. The orc drove two of his slime coated fingers straight into her hole as deep as he could reach, he might have hurt her if she was not so well stretched and pliant from their previous liaisons. As it was though, her vagina betrayed her, welcoming the questing digits eagerly, bathing them in her own juices. He wriggled his fingers inside her making sure to tickle every nook and cranny he could reach, spreading his poison throughout her unsuspecting pussy. 

"Gods.... no," Misty breathed as the tingling began. She could cope with the sweat on her skin, it felt like bubbles of pure warmth popping over her nerve endings. On her more sensitive parts though...

The orc took his fingers out and brought them straight to his mouth sucking Mistys' lustful secretions off them eagerly, closing his eyes and sighing noisily through his nose. Misty watched hazily and continued trying to grind his cock, however, the tingling was becoming a itch and her movements became erratic. 

"Not... fair," she managed as her lower body turned to jelly. 

Her vaginal muscles contracted uselessly trying to make friction to relieve the boiling throbbing the orc had inflicted. Her hand moved to her pussy uncaring about an obscene display, she needed something in there! Her tormentor quickly seized both her wrists, denying her release.




Orc Ch. 02



Misty struggled and squirmed, her motor functions turning into an over-stimulated mess, "Please!" she screamed at him. 

Fortunately for the girl, the orc needed it just as bad as she did and lifted her up by the wrists like a prize-catch before aiming his needy penis at her weeping slit. He lowered her, but missed, poking her in the thigh and had to raise her again for a better angle.

"Ugh, hurry!" she cried.

The orc dropped her again and this time, with Misty helping, the two desperate sexes found each other. The large mushroom tip pushed into her dripping canal and was almost forced out again as her cunt muscles spasmed with excitement. Almost as if her vagina realized it's mistake, it dilated quickly to allow it's desired guest back in. The orc managed to get a couple more inches in before Misty's pussy got over-exited again squeezing at the searing cock violently. The beast-man let out a harsh gasp as his cock was wrenched by his lover's insane vagina. He needed to give this beautiful, crazy human-nymph girl the gift of his seed but wanted to be as deep within her as possible before release. He let go of her wrists and hugged her tightly against his chest again burying his face in her dark scented hair and waited for the next ebb in her tight channel ready to give her more of his primed monster cock.

Misty wailed in ecstasy, not sure if she was cumming or not. The burning itch itself was a mad pleasure and as her glorious man-beast forced another inch of beautiful cock into her having the itch scratched sent unbearable cascades of relief and pleasure causing her pussy to completely flip out all over again. She had never thought it possible for her vagina to be so active, let alone hyper-active and her clit had barely been touched. She felt the little pink nub poking lewdly out from beneath it's hood reaching out to push itself against the underside of the great shaft forcing itself into the clitoris' home. Her hands now free she grabbed at her breasts with one hand pulling at her nipples whilst she laced her other hand's fingers around the orc's holding him against her.

With one last shove the orc made it. As the girl's velvet wetness continued to pulse around around his length frantically, the orc let himself go and with a howl of triumph came into her with thick spurts of hot semen. With the orc's great member wholly inside her jerking and pumping cum the girl was overwhelmed. Misty mewled and shuddered and came, clutching and gasping and dizzy. Her vagina continued convulsing keeping her orgasm from ending and she started humping at the orc trying desperately to keep friction on the great itch within her.

Eventually her vagina was spent and raw and the girl could do nothing but slump against her brown and green lover, much more exhausted than content. Misty knew her plan to escape relied on her out-lasting the beast-man, but she was so tired and he was so warm.

"We'll call it a draw," she slurred as he planted possessive kisses on her face. 

She smiled sleepily, "I'll kill you tomorrow."



Orc Ch. 03



Orc 3 - Happily ever morning after?

Misty's subconscious took pity on her and she awoke slowly, only gradually perceiving her surroundings and situation. Her body felt suspended, drifting in thick, deep furs. Her breaths were long and slow, relaxed. Out-side a breeze sighed through the trees, whispering forgotten secrets. The smell of cooking meat wafted past her nostrils and her mouth watered in unconscious anticipation. 

The voluptuously rounded peasant girl smiled dreamily; it must be a lazy sunday morning. Downstairs her strict but generous father was cooking a hearty breakfast for the family and outside her mother was putting up the laundry. Misty wondered what she should do today. She would probably try and find Kentin, the boy that she liked, and tempt him away from his studies. He was the cleric's son, all proper and repressed, but always delighted to see her. She remembered the time when she had gotten him so worked up with teases and touches that he had finally kissed her, eager and excited! Of course the guilt quickly overtook him and after that he had avoided her for over a month, eventually breaking the silence by apologizing for 'taking advantage of a maiden.'

Misty was far from a maiden though. She had learnt the power sex had over boys quickly, seeing the lust in their eyes as they stared at her plump curves, knowing that they wanted her. She had fallen in with the 'wrong crowd' a group of older girls who had regaled Misty with stories of their sexual misendeavors and taught her a number of tricks. She soon learned that she could gain any number of favours and trinkets through sex, maybe bringing a stud to his pleasure with her hand whilst he slurped on her nipples or even letting ones she fancied partake in the ecstasy that her more intimate treasures offered. 

Misty was certainly not a virgin long before the orc. 

It sometimes made Misty miserable to think how often fucking was just about power, how willful people could be easily manipulated through their desire for a fleeting pleasure. A guilty power then, but one Misty knew she would be worse off without. Unfortunately the power games could work both ways; her employer, the master of the mill, often blackmailed the girls under him, taking what he wanted through fear of job loss and disgrace. Once a particularly selfish boy had taken her against her will; as soon as the rest of the lads found out though he was beaten so bloody that he was bed ridden in the infirmary for almost a whole season and never could walk right ever since. After that neither Misty nor the other girls had any serious problems from the local boys.

Her eyes fluttered and, becoming aware of a dull ache throughout her body, shifted wrapping herself further into the thick blankets. It dawned on Misty that her bed had never been this deep and comfortable and with that uncertainty, her memories of the previous day and night began filtering back to her. She remembered having to dodge her boss' unwanted advances by lying that she was on her period; disgusted by her he had instead set her the most unsavoury tasks the mill had to offer. Misty had left work angry and frustrated at the unfairness of her situation and headed straight to her favourite place at the meadow of bloody tears where leaves and flowers bloomed perpetually red. Her intention had been to stave off her misery with the healing power of fantasy and orgasm by visualising obscenely virile barbarians. 

To her dismay though, her session of secret masturbation had been unexpectedly interrupted. Misty's ultimate fantasy had manifested himself, in the form of an orc, to take and ravage her... Dismay turned to surprise, then to fear and finally to rapture as Misty consented to her irrational desires and shared the most world rocking sex that she had ever experienced with a man who could have been easily described as a monster. 

Guilt and shame, but ultimately satisfaction then.

However, the satisfaction had come with a physical cost at least and the randy peasant girl realised drowsily that she ached almost all over. Her wrists and bottom were bruised by his over-firm handling, most of her more private anatomy stung and throbbed where the orc's acidic sweat had tantalised and burned her flesh and her vagina still felt exhausted from the rough, delightful abuse it had suffered. 

Misty opened her heavy eyes and was grateful that she was still in the orc's cave-like dwelling so that little direct sunlight could offend her tired senses. Little had changed within the abode; animal furs swung lazily from the ceiling caught by a draught, potions and pickled items sat stacked against a wall alongside salted meats and preserved fruits. The fire had burned out completely overnight. From the corner of her eye she saw movement; A flash of intensely defined brown-green leg and thigh as someone quietly slipped out of the cave. Had the orc been watching her? She didn't know whether to feel protected or violated.

The bruised girl tried to sit up, but her muscles protested fiercely so she slumped back down into the bed. The knotted tension in her body from the sexual overloads she had been taken through had left her worryingly weak. A sense of fear settled in her gut; she still didn't know what motive the beast man had, if any. Was he finished with her or did he intend to fuck her again and if he did where would it end? She didn't honestly think she could take any more in her current state. Misty wondered what she should do; then more disturbingly what could she actually do?

Misty propped herself up enough to look for a weapon, anything with which to defend herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to best the brute physically, but if she could surprise him... she could crawl away pathetically until he caught up to her again and really hurt her. No. Misty tiredly realised that if she did get the drop on the orc, she would have to kill him. Ultimately it was him or her. Orcs were savage, vicious creatures that held no place in the civilised Kingdoms.

The orc entered his makeshift home with a wooden tray holding two clay cups and a pot which contained something that smelt like tea. 

And of course he was completely naked. The orc was all lean muscle, every inch of him was pure physical purpose. His chest was broad and masculine but not obscenely so like a circus strong-man and his mottled green/brown skin clung to the orc tightly. His steps were sure and smooth, his feet seeming to be a part of the ground upon which they moved. His penis and balls hung heavily, barely swinging due to their weight. Misty's eyes went from the orc's flaccid but nonetheless sizable manhood to his face which held an expression she could not quickly identify. 

He kneeled down by the makeshift bed and placed the tray down carefully, then moved back to a kneeling position. The orc looked at her again and opened his mouth as if to speak, but then frowned with frustration and shut it again. With no small bemusement Misty realised that he wanted to communicate with her. 

Reserving better judgement the peasant girl sat up, holding a large fur to herself to conceal her nudity, put her other hand onto the brute's knee and asked, "What is it?"

The orc cocked an eyebrow at her, made as to speak again, but thought better of it and looked away. Instead he picked up the teapot and began to pour steaming turquoise tinged liquid into both of the cups. The teapot was only of modest size, enough to fill three or four cups and looked quite small and dainty in his massive hands. The sight of this great man-beast delicately pouring her tea struck Misty as so absurd that a loud unladylike laugh escaped from her lips before she could stop it. The laugh jolted the orc causing him to spill some of the tea onto the tray. He gave her an embarrassed toothy grin and Misty allowed herself a shy giggle in return. It was a surprisingly innocent moment and the girl grudgingly filed the moment under 'reasons not to kill the orc'.

Regaining composure, he knelt down setting the tray beside them and offered a cup to her. Misty took it and raised the brew to her nose and inhaled carefully to test whether it was poisoned or drugged; the herbal tea only smelt thick and oddly rich though and Misty was instantly tantalised. Ignoring her caution, the orc took the other cup and in one swift motion, upended it's contents down his throat before smacking his lips in satisfaction. Sensing no foul-play and disarmed by his earnest enjoyment the girl pressed her own cup to her lips and took a small sip. The drink had a sharp taste at first but Misty could tell it was thickly honeyed giving it a smooth, warm aftertaste. She liked it.

"It's good," Misty smiled to give meaning to the words.

The orc nodded happily and poured himself another cup to share with her properly. They drank together quietly, both watching each other and trying to discern, without success, what the other was thinking. 

After a while, the orc put down his cup and said a single word, "Stay."

At first, Misty thought he had just uttered an oddly familiar orcish word and her brows knitted, but seeing her expression he repeated, "Stay."

It was a request, and as she had not yet made to leave Misty realised 'staying' would involve more than just one last fuck, the beast was propositioning her. At that moment, though, the girl was too busy being mortified.

"You speak kingish?! You fucking bastard! You let me go on and on, laughing at me whilst pretending not to understand what I'm saying! Is this some kind of-mmmmmphhh!" the orc stopped her mouth with his own, it seemed like the best thing to do.

Angered by his presumption, but pacified by his weight and warmth, Misty pushed him away with a scowl. Lips still tingling from the kiss, she stayed quiet and took a moment to assess her situation. The orc mumbled something in orcish and the girl's scowl eased into a frown, "Do you understand me? Do you speak kingish?"

The orc cocked his head to one side and then shook it hesitantly. Misty could have chosen to challenge the orc further on the fact that he actually had understood her questions, but correctly surmised from his uncertain face that his comprehension of kingish was meagre at best. She took a deep breath, "O.K."

The next hour passed relatively peacefully and Misty warred between considering or flat out ignoring his 'stay' request. She occupied herself by testing the beast's knowledge of her language. He was patient with her experiments and the human girl learnt that he understood mostly command words and a few other basics. She quickly lost him with sentences and phrases, but from the complex ways he spoke in orcish, she guessed that his lack was in knowledge of kingish and not a deficit of intellect. 

The orc brought her a selection of cooked meat and fruit that he had heavily flavoured with more of his herbs. Her nose and belly were undecided on platter; she was starving, but the food was unfamiliar and looked a little too heavy for a morning (or was it afternoon?) meal. He misunderstood her hesitation and raised a slice to his mouth in mime.

"Yes, I know how to eat," Misty smiled despite herself and sampled a piece of the hot fruit and, again after the initial bitter taste, she found the food much to her liking.

After they finished the meal he took the dishes away and returned with a glass pot containing what seemed to be a pink tinged liquid, "What is that?" she asked.

The orc answered with a demonstration. He took one of her arms gently raising it to level, then spooned a portion of the substance with his fingers. Nervous, but sensing no ill intent, she let him spread a portion onto her bruised skin. The fluid had the consistency of honey, but as he rubbed it into her became like oil, and finally became a barely noticeable sheen. What was disconcerting though, was the feeling of the liquid seeping not only into, but through her skin. Misty gave a start, however, before she could pull away he took her hand and calmed her with a tender squeeze. 

Once she was comfortable the orc began in earnest, dolloping the salve all over her back. The girl allowed herself to be lowered flat onto her stomach and offered no resistance when he pulled her remaining covers and modesty away to allow him full admittance to her body. Misty knew where this was going and relaxed into the massage gratefully. The orc started by tracing the gel over her like a calligrapher, brushing long curling patterns across her skin. Then with wide circular strokes ending with her flesh being squeezed between his palms the salve was rubbed into her muscles. 

He used different techniques on her calves and thighs and Misty dreamily wondered if she would ever have a lover with such large and strong hands again. She certainly hoped so. As her sensitive tissues were soothed, her thoughts too became lucid and unfocused. In fact, she barely noticed when he started on her bottom, spreading and molding her peach. So lost in her feeling of weightlessness she didn't notice that the orc's deft handling of her bum had brought forth warmth and wetness from between her legs.

Once done with her back, she let herself be flipped over only then noticing the stickiness she had created. With the beast man's large frame hanging over her nudity and her desire inflamed without her consent or knowledge Misty flushed from shame. This was quite unlike her and she admonished herself for having such a school girl reaction. She quickly salvaged her shamelessness with a coy smile and a squeeze of her breasts with her shoulders. 

The orc let out a deep breath, the smell of her sex and the sight of her brazenness threatened to undo his objectivity. His cock was erect and his mouth wet with hunger however, he knew he had injured the human with their rutting and did not want to worsen her condition. So he gently pushed down her shoulders and began laving the less erogenous areas of her body with the healing gel. He saw in her eyes the uncertainty, the fear. By putting care ahead of lust he forced the girl to decide between trust and resistance. He knew she wanted to struggle and to make him use his strength, he knew she wanted to him to fuck her, which would take them both back to something simpler, something safer. Man and woman.

Well, the orc would give her what she wanted, but first he gave her what she needed: namely an undamaged body. So he worked on her health, caressing the lotion into bruised muscles, showing his ability to nurture and willing her to consider him as a mate. He didn't know much about humans, he knew that most huddled together and were weak, he knew that they let their fear guide them. He knew that this girl was different and that he wanted her.

Running out of unsensitive skin, the beast lathered up her lower abdomen, rubbing and pressing on her. Her breaths came increasingly sharper and she pressed her legs together as her sex grew heavy with need. He had not intended to excite her this much, but inwardly was overjoyed at her response to his touch. With every jolt of her body, the orc's cock twitched in echo.

Unable to withstand her increasing arousal, the orc allowed his massage to become more overtly sexual and pushed her breasts together gently while his thumbs circled around her aureola. Misty's nipples responded happily, growing darker and erect with blood, begging further stimulation. He started by lightly brushing the pads of his thumbs back and forth against the rigid nubs, before subjecting them to rougher flicks and then alternating between the two, light and rough. The girl's brow creased as she enjoyed her physical titillation, the orc enjoying stirring her into higher levels of excitement.

Still sat astride her, the beast leant down to kiss her on the lips. It was a question, 'do you want to take this to sex?' Misty's nipples throbbed teasingly, her loins were wet and blood rushed through her body like a flood, heightening her senses; she pushed herself into the kiss, opening her mouth wide, 'yes fucking please!'

He pushed a single ointment covered finger into her pliant and relaxed pussy. Misty was so relaxed and wet that there was only a little discomfort as he spread the healing salve over her aching vaginal walls. He removed his digit from her and catching her eyes, and with a dirty smile, brought the juicy finger to his mouth to savour her essence. It gave Misty a perverse thrill to see the orc enjoying the taste of her lust so much and she tilted her hips towards him in silent invitation for more; spreading herself to give him a better view and access to her sodden womanhood.

The hungry-eyed man wasted no time in coating two fingers in the ointment and bringing them to her engorged red labia. He stroked her there for a minute letting her excitement and anticipation build until she was thrusting back against him. The orc held his hand steady letting Misty impale herself on his fingers, though only to the first knuckle, the girl gave a small gasp of satisfaction. The man used his large thumb to brush back and forth across her clitoral hood causing Misty's little moist nubbin to peek out seeking it's first direct stimulation since last night. The orc did not disappoint it and firmly and slowly dragged the length of his thumb across her clit. Fireworks went off behind Misty's eyes as pleasure overwhelmed and confused her functions and she choked as she tried to breath in and out at the same time. The girl caught her breath after a moment and, seeing her lover looking at her, gave an embarrassed smile. The man-beast smiled back then pushed his thumb against the centre of her pleasure again playing it back and forth, up and down.

"Aannnnnngggggnnn," Misty cried out as her senses left her once more, her eyes rolled back and her body squirmed spasmodically.

She hadn't noticed him move, but when her faculties returned the orc had positioned himself directly over her. His penis pressed hotly into her thigh and his fingers remained just inside her and his thumb still lightly tickled her fancy sending little shivers of warmth seeping through her. Misty gazed up at the great man covering her; her eyes travelled over his muscled abdomen up his thick chest covered in wiry black hair with his dark brown nipples showing through and up further to his oversized jaw and mouth filled with more canines than incisors. Her eyes caught on his and she stared deeply into the empathic lust-filled oily black pools. Underneath his example of pure predatory masculinity Misty began to feel delicate and insecure, her instincts made her feel submissive and owned; two feelings that she hated. 

Her pussy grew wetter and her nipples harder as her body called 'take me! make me yours!' Misty took control of the situation the only way she could think of; by taking hold of his cock. 

Misty wasted no time in reasserting herself and grabbed at his scorching member needily, getting a firm full handed grip that saturated her palm with heat as if she were holding it out to a roaring fire. The orc smiled down at her and lowered himself to kiss his fiery prize, however he only had the chance for a brief taste before the girl gave his hardness a short sharp and very rough stroke. It was the orc's turn to choke on his own breath and Misty felt her lover's entire body jolt with sensation. The bruised but not beaten peasant girl stared wickedly at the savage man who glared back in passion and rage.

"Don't like being denied a kiss?" Misty asked pouting her lips seductively so that he would get the gist. 

The orc went for her mouth again, but she was too quick giving his cock another mauling which caused him to hiss and miss, his forehead landing on her cheek as his breath rushed out over her neck making her flush. Misty was a curious wench and during her sexual escapades always enjoyed testing a boy's thresholds; she had even hurt a couple of her partners and she had even heard that the lads often joked that 'if you can survive a night with Misty, you can survive a night with a wyvern!'; the point being that she knew that an eager penis can take a lot more rough treatment than she had originally imagined.




Orc Ch. 03



As she firmly pumped his cock the orc sucked and nibbled at her neck bringing out all new rashes over old ones that the healing salve had only recently melted away. Misty knew that such vigorous handling of a manhood could have it popping very quickly and from the way the orc was grunting and sighing, from the way he pressed his body against hers teasing her breasts and nipples with his chest hairs and from the way his manhood was twitching and jumping in her hand, it would not be long. While the idea of getting him to cum so easily and completely at her mercy was a tempting one, the busty girl decided it would be more fun to play with him for a bit longer. She let herself cease flogging his meat and merely held him gently but firmly by the base, giving him a moment to recover. The orc raised his head groggily and stared at her with unfocused eyes, Misty grinned triumphantly at him and stuck out her tongue teasingly.

The savage orc struck with his mouth, forcing his tongue past hers and sucking at her lips possessively, the sneaky bastard was playing possum! Misty surrendered to the kiss allowing him a counter-victory as his passion left her light-headed. She daringly bit his tongue lightly eliciting a low growl from her man-beast and luxuriated in his heat and pressure as he pushed his body against hers. The girl's own passions crackling brightly within her, she decided to up the ante again and, holding the orc's cock firmly by the base, brought her fist all the way up his lengthy shaft and over it's bulbous head squeezing and twisting tightly in a way she knew would bring her lover right back to the edge. The savage shuddered and jerked as pre-cum was literally milked from his primed manhood making his toes curl and hands clutch.

Misty shrieked in pain as the fingers that had only just been resting against her pudenda suddenly flexed and pushed deep inside the torn flesh of her vaginal canal. He quickly pulled out and stroked her hair with his other hand as his eyes burned concern at her. 

"I'm o.k", Misty lied as her cunt muscles throbbed painfully. She leaned up to lightly kiss the orc on the lips for a more tactile reassurance.

The savage gentleman nodded slowly and reapplied more of the salve to his fingers and bringing them back to the swamp of the still aroused girl's musky groin. The last of the miracle gel had dissolved into her sex lips during their heated fornication leaving the outside of her womanhood cured of it's rawness. He placed his fingers back just inside her labia and asked with his eyes for permission, 'Ready?' Misty licked her lips and gave a barely perceptible nod. 

The orc gave her clit a couple of rubs and Misty sighed as her loins warmed further to his touch despite the fear she felt. She understood that he wanted to make it easy as possible on her, but Misty would be damned if she let him think her weak. She steeled herself and promised herself that she wouldn't cry out and, as he gradually forced two fingers between the sopping but resistant muscles of the depths of her sex, she didn't. Streamers of sharp pain shot through her abdomen and the beautiful peasant girl bit her lip to keep herself silent. A single tear slipped down her cheek as the man used used his fingers to massage the thick potion into her most tender flesh. 

Her brown and green lover kissed the tear from her cheek, then moved his lips to her neck, lower, her shoulder, lower, the swell of her breast, lower, a suckle of a rosy nipple, lower, the bottom of her ribs. Oh no, he wasn't meaning to kiss her 'there'? As his mouth began trailing hot kisses up and down her spread thighs she knew he most certainly was. He withdrew his thick fingers from her to give himself more room and Misty felt herself gush with more moisture ready to be licked and eaten by her voracious seducer. She noticed blissfully that the throbbing pain in her pussy was already beginning to be replaced by the throbbing desire for fulfillment. The massage and the playing had been going on some time now and left the furs she was siting on a juicy mess, she was ready for more and they both knew it.

The orc could have teased and tickled her more, could have broken her willfulness and made her beg if he really wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to taste her and drink deeply from her, what he considered to be sacred, font almost as much as she wanted him to eat her dry. The orc took a long lick through her silky nether hair gathering her nectar into his mouth and letting the sweet musky liquid spread over his tongue to hit every taste receptor. Not to be denied proper contact the needy girl pushed her cunt carefully to his mouth. Thirsty with lust, he was only happy to oblige her unspoken demands and trailed his tongue along and around her tingling sex lips sucking the folds between his firm lips.

Misty felt her orgasm building even before he began showing her little nub of ecstasy any further attention. It poked itself angrily out of it's hood and she felt it pulse with every beat of her heart. 

"Oh, please touch me there," she gasped between rapid breaths, looking down between her rotund tits at the orc rapturously gobbling her cream.

The ravenous beast started subjecting her to deeper strokes opening her up to dig out the honey inside. Misty was delighted to discover that feeling her vagina stretched felt glorious once more and the mental blocks hat held her back from physical abandonment melted away and she began to grind her pussy harshly onto his face. She found the bridge of his flattened nose and pushed down onto it spreading her labia and finally getting friction on her clit. 

"Make me cum," Misty groaned out shrilly trying desperately to rub herself to climax, fighting against her bucking hips that kept on denying her the contact she needed.

Taking one last greedy lick from deep within her, the orc granted her need. With his forearm nestled between her buttocks and a hand on the small of her back he pinned her to his mouth and sucked down on her clit with his thick tongue. 

That was all it took and with a silent scream, Misty came powerfully into her lover's mouth, oozing cum for him to lavishly devour. Breasts heaving and eyes shut, the girl panted her release only to have her breath stolen when the orc pushed two fingers, freshly doused in salve, back into her still orgasming cunt.

Quite certain that the orc at least understood basic kingish, Misty tried, "No, please..." the beast blatantly ignored her and curled his fingers up to rub her g-spot, the plumpened peasant girl jolted like she had just been hit by lightning, "can't... please, too much"

He rapidly alternated between lapping and sucking on her twitching pleasure nub keeping her over-stimulated orgasm from ending, in fact she realised deliriously, as he fucked her with his digits, her pleasure was beginning to crescendo once more.

"Oh fuck," was the last coherent sound she managed before her climax reached a second peak and she arched clear off the cum and sweat drenched furs moaning out her bliss.

Misty thrashed wildly as her orgasm continued to course through her and she inadvertently knocked the orc's face away, bashing the side of his head with her hip bone. Regardlessly he kept his fingers stroking away inside her and Misty's pulsing love canal kept on gripping at it's invaders keeping them trapped and soaking up the last of the orc's potion leaving her vagina feeling renewed rather than a more accurate fucked senseless.

As her climax began to fade, the girl's groans faded back to little gasps and her sex's strong contractions softened to gentle tugs. Her orcish lover gently extracted his soaked fingers and began finishing up her cum with his tongue giving Misty little shocks of orgasmic pleasure wherever he brushed her sex. Feeling glowy and sated the girl was happy to let him clean up her spent juices. After a time the beast was finished so he crawled up next to her with a cocky smile on his face and began stroking away damp strands of hair from her face. 

Misty gave him a hazy smile. The orc leaned in and gave her a tender kiss still spiced with her cum almost as if to say 'see what I can do to you?' Confirming her deduction, the orc made his request again, "Stay."

The girl laughed breathlessly, "You make a good argument".

She closed her eyes drowsily as her post-orgasmic swoon overcame her and felt the orc lay down beside her and press himself against her. The beast curled himself around her, draping his arm over and gently cupping a breast. Misty let herself melt against the warmth and firmness of his body, content to bask in her own glow for a moment.

While she herself was still limp, she could feel the tension emanating from the orc's body and a certain body part pressed against her that was very far from limp. The barbarian shifted uncomfortably, his lust unsatisfied and Misty could tell he was trying to hold himself back to give her more time to recover. She could feel and smell the musky sweat of the over-aroused orc and found it amusing that he would probably undo the magic of the potion quickly in his stirred up state.

Although her limbs responded grogily, Misty peeled herself off her lover and pushed herself into a vaguely upright position. He looked at her expectantly with his eyes whilst his cock pointed out at her with equal desire. The girl smiled, after being brought to two orgasms by his tongue, she wanted to return the favour likewise. She had brought boys off with her mouth before and found it enjoyable in it's own way, but here in front of her was a much larger, darker and more exotic piece of meat, and the prospect brought a sparkle to her eye.She eagerly grabbed the base of his brown and green shaft, and began stroking him causing him to give a low hiss. She leant down opening her lips.

And stopped, or was stopped by his two thick hands on her shoulders. She looked to his face "What?"

The orc shook his head, 'no.'

"Why?"

The orc shook his head, 'no.'

He pushed himself up and demanded, "Stay."

The sight of his hard body and harder penis almost broke her angry resolve. But she knew she had a chance here to escape, even if she didn't really want to. He had brought to her pleasures and sexual fulfillment far in excess of any previous lover, however, what else could he seriously provide for her? Tea and pancakes were one thing, but a sense of security was something much greater, and by asking her to 'stay' that would be exactly what she would need. It was impossible and what right does he have to me anyway?; she rectified to herself.

It was now or never if she was to leave. If they were to couple again, she would not have the mental or physical strength to leave again, at least till tomorrow, and Misty did not have that kind of time. She had a life and she would be damned if a horny green man got in the way of it! And that is all he was in the end, just a man. Feeling her will reform, the girl allowed herself a moment of regret. She was not used to leaving a cock primed, she usually only teased when she meant to follow through and it went against her admittedly morally ambiguous principals to leave such a competent lover unsatisfied. It was a shame, but it was a shame she could live with.

Bidden anger boiled within Misty and she pulled away. The beast man reached for her, but she slapped him away. Why deny her now? Why complicate things with unwanted tenderness and communication? Why ruin a two afternoons, one morning and one night stand?

The orc wanted to bear her down, to punish and fuck her and to assert dominance. But, he did not. He hoped it was just a test of his resolve, to prove that he had control over himself. He would not allow the girl to drink from his sex without her understanding the meaning it held for him. He watched as she gathered herself together, wrapping herself with a couple of the larger animal skins he had collected. His muscles churned in their inaction. He tried to stop her. 

"Stay."

Misty left.



Orc Ch. 04



Orc 4 - Would the real Orc chapter 4 please stand up?

Right. Considering the frankly ridiculous amount of time between chapters there is no possible way this will be worth the wait. That said I hope you still enjoy it! No promises for more frequent submissions, however I will say that I do seriously want to make this a more regular occurrence. I will try to keep my bio updated with the latest news. 

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Misty had waited until night had fallen and, she hoped, her mother had retired for the night, until she made her way back into her house. She had found a few tattered scraps of her clothing in the woods on her way home, but not all. The girl prayed that one of the local poachers wouldn't find any lost items of hers and link them back to her. 

Her house, like most of the rest in her town, was compact and functional. 

"Where have you been?" a voice, Misty's mother's. The girl just managed to stop herself from jumping.

"More boys I bet." her mother hissed the word 'boys'.

"Yes and three at once this time, mother!" Misty knew exactly how to rile her. 

She slipped into her room before her mother could reply and closed her ears to the banging and cursing as she tried to hurt Misty back. Once the peasant woman had let out her frustrations and returned to her own room, Misty let herself fall into her bed and sighed frustrated, wishing for the day the roof over her head was her own. Kentin took hold of her thoughts and not for the first time she seriously considered beholding herself to him. He was sensitive, learned, honest and surprisingly funny and she could not think of anyone else who she would ever become beholden to. But she was not ready, not by a long way to only ever have just one man in her bed.

She began to feel flushed and wetness. Her hand went to check between her legs, a worry that it may have been blood, not healed yet from the previous rough nights of sex. One stroke of her fingers between her nether-lips, however, and the resulting and the girl knew that it was liquid sex. 

As she considered whether or not she wanted to scratch the itch, she passed out from exhaustion. She did not dream much, but when she did she saw Kentin armed and armored as a knight killing the orc brutally.

*

The following morning, across town, Kentin, the son of the town's priest, thought of Misty, the beautiful and malcontent peasant girl, and let out a long resigned sigh. He loved her. Utterly and painfully and remorselessly. He was well aware of her promiscuous ways and it confused and angered him how he could not really fault her for them. It was just a part of her almost unnatural charisma and who was he to wish her to deny herself? She certainly was not Kentin's betrothed nor had they ever slept together and in all earnestness he admired her strong sense of independence that would brook no chains. He sighed again, he could still dream of having her to himself though.

Picturing Misty in his mind he conjured up her round curves that seemed to melt into one another, her entire body defied the presence of the sharp angles more common in thinner girls. Every inch of her skin than he had ever seen, radiated softness and warmth. Yes, Kentin was completely smitten with Misty. The boy reminisced about the times he had spent with Misty. Mostly they talked. 

He was the son of the town's most prestigious and popular preacher and as such was expected to behave exemplarily. For the most part, a part that the vast majority of others would have failed to achieve, he managed to live up to the burden placed unfairly upon him. That was, of course, until he crossed paths with Misty. Kentin had heard of her before, she had an unsavory reputation among his circle of peers and his father had categorically told Kentin that he was to have nothing to with her or her ilk. And as far as the boy was concerned that was that, his father's word was law. That lasted until the first time he met her.

To say it was love at first sight would be an understatement. Unlike Misty he had not grown up in this town, instead only moving there due to his father's calling, and so he had never seen her before even in passing. A friend had convinced him to accompany him to the town's most bawdy tavern for 'research' purposes. 

It was an honest relationship with lashings of absurdity. 

Presently, Kentin was sitting in Hen's workshop keeping extra watch on the children left there by parents with errands to run. Hen was a dwarf, called such due to his uncharacteristically, for your typical dwarf, motherly tendencies. Kentin had seen the transition on numerous occasions: left alone or with more mature company, the dwarf would revert to stereotype, grumbling and complaining over the smallest things, muttering about the 'good old days' and generally finding new and exciting ways to be stubborn. When in the company of children however; it was if the storm clouds parted and Hen would change from being incredibly surly and hairy to being incredibly sprightly and still hairy. 

Hen was the town's Earth-shaper and 'workshop' is a very loose term when it comes to a craft based around magic. In fact, most of the workshop's contents were rocks and boulders of many different types of shape, size, color and consistency all stacked and supported carefully. What tools there were could be collected and stowed easily whenever the space was used as a makeshift crèche. 

Being a dwarf, Hen also had a magnificent beard. It was lengthy and grey with its dozen or so braids threaded through small lumpy rune stones that glowed dimly, each in a different pastel color. 

At first, Kentin did not notice when Misty entered, engaged as he was stopping children attempting to climb onto to work surfaces and tamper with the secrets upon them.

Ever watchful Hen, however spotted her immediately, "Hello, Misty. You're looking nice and fat today." Hen beamed in mock, but not unkind sincerity. 

"Good afternoon, Hen. Might I say your expanse is looking positively effulgent?" 

Hen feigned ignoring her and turned to Kentin, 

"What did I tell you about teaching Misty new words?"

The boy smiled at the familiar exchange.

She gave Kentin a quick smile, then pulled Hen aside to speak in hushed tones with him.

His heart lurched painfully as the familiarity continued to the part where she acquired contraceptives off the dwarf. Apparently she had been busy. Kentin took a long deep breath and dealt with it.

After what seemed like a longer time than usual, Misty pocketed all that she needed and walked over to the priest's son.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked.

"Been better," she replied getting close and resting her head on his chest.

Kentin stroked her hair and left the matter alone.

*

It was not long until the children's restlessness began to reach a crescendo. There was only so much fun you could glean from play-clay and Kentin was finding it increasingly difficult to chase the young ones and keep them from causing damage to the workshop and each other whilst Misty was more intent on curling up against him. Hen soon realized he was needed and set down his engraving tools, retrieving a set of ten small rune-stones, hollowed to fit on each of his fingers and thumbs.

One particularly alert overly enthusiastic child noticed this and practically screamed, "PEBLEMS!"

The youngsters dropped whatever it was they were doing and scrambled over each other to gather around Hen. "Mister Hen, are we going to play with the peblems?"

"I don't know. I don't see any do you?" the dwarf played ignorant.

"But you're wearing the stones!"

"What, these things?" he waggled his fingers in the air, "these are just for scratching itches."

The children laughed, moaned, hooted and complained until finally Hen raised his hands placing the bases of his palms together and began tapping the runes together rhythmically, "Right you young hoodlums, sit down and shut up."

The kids did as they were bid, hushing in apprehension for the show to start. All around the shop small smooth stones started to levitate from where they lay, off the floor and work surfaces. Dozens of pebbles coalesced over the heads of the rapt children, forming a swirling bubble. They quickly formed into four loosely humanoid shapes each around twelve centimeters tall.

"In the old days there were four gods." Hen began, 

"They were the gods of the elements; Earth, Wind, Water and Fire. Earth was stoic, Wind was mischievous, Water was restless and Fire was angry. They were the best of friends and the worst of enemies. They loved each other and they hated each other."

The peblems danced around and through each other creating pleasing clattering sounds as they did so. As each individual pebble collided, multicolored sparks shooting off them as they did so, they became imbued with an element; the earth peblem leaving traces of fine sand in its wake, water formed an occasionally dripping mist, each stone that fire consisted of burned a match sized flame and wind bobbed on its own little gusts.

Then they scattered apart, dashing to opposite sides of the workshop. "Yet, they were but four in the world and often went hundreds of years alone. They grew bored and restless, sad and mopish."

"So they gathered together to decide what to do," the peblems continued to act out the story faithfully. 

"Water sighed, 'What if we flood the world?' Air cried, 'We could create a city in the sky!' Earth boomed 'Great riches lay underground!' Fire whispered 'Could we create life?'"

The peblems stopped, going absolutely still. 

"'Could we?' they asked themselves, 'Should we?' 

'The world will be forever changed.'"

The fire imbued peblem took center stage as the other three circled around it. "'Imagine', said Fire, 'countless people swimming in the ocean, digging in the mountains, gliding through the air!' The gods were romanced by the visions Fire offered them." 

"And so, first Earth lay down, then Water slid down on top, Wind encircled them both and Fire began to dance all around. Their passion was so great that the Earth shook and lightning tore up the sky!" The peblems mimed the drama faithfully, transfixing the children as the pace of the story picked up.

"And so the four gods split themselves apart becoming the first of the mortal races with the will to multiply and cover the world so that they might never be alone again." the small rock golems scattered into their individual parts mixing and swirling together, discernible only by the elements they still displayed. 

They reformed back into much smaller peblems, fell to the floor and skittered madly away. The kids watched the peblems escaping before looking expectantly at Hen, "Well what are you waiting for?" asked the dwarf, "there's a jawbreaker in it for everyone if you can catch them all!"

The children screamed and scrambled up and after the careening miniature golems. 

Separating herself from Kentin, Misty decided now was as good a time as any to get a little information, "The elemental gods again, Hen? You're going to get trouble from Kentin's father again."

"Pfeh. Mans all bluster. Besides, might as well teach the young'uns about some real gods," the stout craftsman glanced briefly at Kentin, "No offence boy."

The priest's son dismissed the apology with a short wave.

"So Dwarfs are earth elementals and orcs are water?" she continued.

"...Aye."

"And they know magic?" she asked.

Kentin piped in, "They are magic, Misty. Everyone gets taught that."

"Fine, mister," she scowled at him, "Can orcs manipulate magics?"

"Aye," Hen mumbled, "Sweat magic, rain magic, blood magic. If it flows as water they have a magic for it."

"Can they all use it?" 

"All are capable, but its part talent part skill. They scale from infant to master just like dwarfs. They're not like humans, they don't steal it." Hen wasn't being scornful; he was just stating a fact.

"Hmm," thoughts raced through her mind. Had her brutish lover used arcane craft on her? Was that the reason she felt so restless and frankly horny?

No, that did not seem right, not entirely anyway, if she was ensorcelled then why had she left the orc high and dry? The memory of her rejecting him brought unwanted feelings of loss and regret to her despite herself. The thought of gallivanting around the wilderness to who knows what end had an exciting appeal to it but, she reminded herself again that it was completely unrealistic and foolish to trust to the intentions of a strange man, and that wasn't even her mother's voice talking. It didn't even matter how unbelievably fuckable he was with his tight green and brown curdled skin flexing when he thrust...

Focus.

"Why the interest in orcs, girl?" Hen asked faking a casual tone.

"Curious mostly," Misty replied giving a perfectly reasonable response that totally omitted any facts, "some travelers have mentioned that more clans than usual are migrating into this region."

"Aye, that's true, we'll no doubt be seeing dwarf blood-hunters poking their noses into human business soon. Stay clear of those types, do you understand?"

"Why the concern?" asked Kentin, "sure my dad complains about dwarfs telling him what he can and can't do, but it's just the way things are."

"And the way things are boy, is that when it comes to orc dealings, blood-hunters are sent out to do more than rap your wrists. The clue's in the name. Mark my words and stay out of their business."

"We will", Kentin promised; missing the annoyed look Misty gave him for speaking for her too.

*

After a time daylight began to fail; the children left to return to their respective homes, Kentin helped Hen around the shop and Misty tried in vain to ignore her mounting arousal. Ultimately, though it proved too much and she took her friend aside.

"I need to talk to you," Misty breathed into Kentin's ear causing him an involuntary sexually infused shudder.

By this point she was completely flushed, her cheeks red, palms sweaty and crotch wet. Although, consciously, Kentin was ignorant to the girls arousal on an instinctual level he knew. Whether it was the pheromones she was exuding, the way her dilated pupils seemed to swallow him or the slight sheen of sweat on her brow; blood surged to his crotch in response. And when she took his wrist and guided him quickly outside, he was unable to do anything but follow. Behind them Hen's brow creased with worry and thought.

Misty took him silently to a nearby back yard of a house left empty after the conscriptors had reaped the town of able boys. The large vegetable patch there had become the site of a feeding frenzy for bugs, slugs and rodents. Misty lifted a pot by the edge of the patch and retrieved a key.

"Jommie left it here for me; said I could use his place if I needed to."

Kentin only nodded as she led him into the house. The slam of the door echoed through the empty house reminding Misty again of what she had lost. They stood for a moment in the dimming light, contemplating their own personal conflicting feelings, before she took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. She sat him down on the old wooden bed inside and took a deep, but quiet breath before speaking.

"I need you to do something for me," she said willing herself to meet his eyes and convey her resolution.

Kentin began, "Misty, I-."

"Don't," she stopped him, "You don't have to say anything. I just need you to let this happen."

He looked terrified, and looking down at Kentin's dreadful expectancy, Misty was reminded of the other shy boy she had been with a year back. He had been like a terrified sheep, unmoving and ultimately unsatisfying. The moment she sat down onto his cock he had erupted suddenly within her. He quickly apologized and fled the scene in shame. But the look of disbelieving rapture on his face beforehand as she had stripped for him was now mirrored in Kentin's face. 

It was at that moment that Misty worked out her strategy. She untied the knot that held her robe closed and let gravity do its business of exposing her skin and cleavage to the night air and the boy's gaze. The fabric caught on the points of her breasts and stopped short of revealing her nipples. Misty could see the huge cloud of disappointment appear on his face and gave a chuckle that might have been demure if she wasn't half naked. So far so good.

She leaned forward, moving on her knees and leant in to kiss Kentin. Their lips brushed for the shortest moment, she felt his hot shuddering breaths on her face, and then he pulled away roughly and hid his face from her.

"This isn't right."

"Yes it is. People do it all the time." Misty kissed his collar bone as she began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

He fumbled to stop her hands, "You're not just 'people' though. You're special."

Misty smiled but did not meet his eyes, "No I'm not, I'm just another girl. I think it's time you find that out." She pressed her groin against his and softly ground upon him. She could feel the heat of his cock at her sex and sighed.

Kentin's eyes rolled back and he choked out a gasp as his member was stimulated by someone other than himself for the first time.

"See, its good." she kissed at the chest she had managed to expose.

Kentin's will wavered, but the pleasure elicited too much guilt and he pushed her away, "No, I can't."

Misty sighed, "Why not?"

"Because I love you," just saying it out loud lifted a weight from his chest.

"I know and that's O.K.," she smiled intending to be comforting

Misty was not prepared for the look of disappointment and rejection that consumed his expression. He ran out of the barn and into the fading light.

A long moment passed before Misty finally spoke thusly, "Fuck."

*

It was late, before Misty finally returned home again. She had considered chasing Kentin, but did not think she could face that look in his eyes again, not that night at least. On the kind of plus side her lusty blood had cooled somewhat, Kentin's pain acting as a cold shower and she had felt safe enough to head to the seedier inn in the village and bat her eyelashes into getting free ale from the few remaining patrons she was familiar with. She left earlier than she might normally have done as her lust once again began to rise.

She almost floated home from the alcoholic buzz and whatever the orc had given or done to her and from the heat between her thighs she knew she would probably have to stroke out some of the tension before she could get to sleep. The promise of release spurred her footsteps and she was back at her house and as quickly and quietly as she could manage in her room.

She listened for any sounds of movements from her mother's room, waiting for as long as she could hold out to make sure that she was indeed asleep and not going to burst into Misty's room to ascertain her daughter had not brought anyone home with her, then lecture her regardless. Misty quickly slipped off her robe throwing it in the rough direction of other clothes leaving her clad only in a spattering of goose bumps and the loosest pantalets she had found this morning. Her breaths came short in anticipation of long awaited pleasure, her lusciously curved skin quivered as she stepped over to her bed. Putting one foot on the mattress and not waiting until she was covered and comfortable her hand slipped down her stomach towards her already wet sex, but was caught at the wrist by a strong grip.

"The fuck?!" Misty squeaked as her arm was pulled above her and she was spun around to face the orc.

This was not expected. To think an orc would have the audacity to enter a human village. He would have to be extremely stupid, or extremely angry. Shit, Misty had left an orc, a vicious dangerous predator known for their savage sexual appetite with blue balls. Great move, Misty. If he was mad enough to enter civilization there would be no telling what he would be capable of. Her only hope was to scream and fight and hope there would be enough left of her for a healer to put back together afterwards.




Orc Ch. 04



She dared herself to look the beast in the eyes, communicating that she would not make this easy, that she was not afraid. But, in his eyes she did not see death or rage; instead it was like looking into a piercing mirror that cut through her enforced defiance. Misty saw what she herself had been feeling over the last twenty-four hours; loss, need, denial and desire.

With her unrestricted hand she reached down to pull off her pants, only managing to get them over her hips, "Fuck me," she hissed, futilely trying to get them down further.

Language might have been an ambiguous barrier, but the orc understood and with his further reach and Misty's assistance managed to get the pantalets around her ankles hastily. Misty clung to the orc's shoulders and neck and spread her knees apart as far as she could. The orc did not need any further invitation and since he had no, and possibly never even brought, any clothes all he had to do was lift, angle and drop.

Misty sighed out a mewling breathy moan as the orc's member travelled into her molten depths. A different sigh of relief made its way through her mind, thank goodness she had had the horn so badly all day, if not the orc's girth could do her harm if unprepared. In fact it had done so previously despite foreplay and had taken restorative medicine after the act to fix the damage her unaccustomed body had suffered. The smoldering heat of his intimate flesh within hers however, reminded her it was totally worth it.

Balancing and grasping her by the small of her back, the orc drew Misty down upon his cock rattling a sound of satisfaction as he did so, the moist heat a balm to his need at least temporarily. The girl stretched up to kiss him, but he jerked his hips upwards feeding more of his non-human length into her, making her gasp and spasm. After recovering from the jolt, Misty gave the orc an accusatory glare before trying again, parting her lips and inviting the kiss this time. He met her glare with the dark pools of his eyes that were at once alien and unreadable, but also more soulful than they had any right to be.

Caught unaware by the swirling inky blackness she felt a surge of emotion she could not identify and an unbidden, "I'm sorry," was let slip, "I shouldn't have just-"

The orc thrust and Misty cried out, open mouthed unsure which pair of lips were spread wider, her labia spread broad, crinkled around the thick base of his dark cock. Not giving her any chance to recover he began to bounce her with short stabs, his glans nudging repeatedly against her innermost fathoms. 

Unable to do anything but cling on as the orc took her, but angry over the interruption she managed an incensed, "Well fuck you then."

"Misty?"

Shit, her mother.

"Misty, what is going on in there? If you've brought a boy home I swear to all the gods you'll be freezing and starving before the week is through. And I'll make sure no-one takes you in, you'll be slut shamed all over the province!" The thundering voice approached from the hallway, old floor boards creaking against footfalls.

The peasant girl took an unruly breath and thought fast before calling back, "I had a fight with Kentin, mother. I'm upset and I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone."

Misty desperately brought the orc's attention to her face, "Shhh," she hissed at him.

The beast man gave a low chuckle before slowly raising Misty up his still metal hard erection.

"Let me get rid of her, it should only take-" the orc brought her back down roughly, bringing her from empty to full in a split second and clamping his tongue and teeth around an ear, "Oouuuuuughh, fuck, uuuunnnnnhhh."

"Misty?!" her mother burst through the door to the image of her daughter impaled and squirming upon the naked horror of an orc. She did not have time to scream.

Moving faster than either woman could grasp, the savage lifted and dropped Misty, stunned, onto her bed and rounded on her mother. Hunching his shoulders bestially and raising a hand to strike, the orc snarled, baring his sharp teeth. The mother stared, slack jawed in terror. The orc feinted towards her; Misty's mother fainted towards him.

The orc caught her limp form and gently lowered her to the floor onto her back. 

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Misty breathed, unsure whether to be terrified or relieved. 

He ignored her, instead stalked over to a corner of her room and dug out a small sack he had hidden behind a rickety cabinet, fishing from it a fistful of leaves.

"What is that?" she shakily pulled her legs underneath her into a kneeling position.

The orc ground the foliage using his palm as a mortar and deposited the results into Misty's mother's lolled open mouth. "For sleep," he rumbled at Misty who was trying to decide whether or not she should be panicking or not.

"Now you're speaking kingish again, you bastard?"

"For sleep," he repeated started lifting the unconscious older woman, "help."

Truth be told, the orc did not need any help carrying Misty's mother, however if he had just dragged her off he would expect the human girl to cause a ruckus. By enlisting Misty's aid with returning her mother to her room, he created complicity. He needed her to trust him, just a little, enough for what he intended to do with her tonight.

Together they carried the unconscious parent back to her own room where the orc dumped her ungraciously onto the bed. Still holding her mother, Misty fumbled to make the crash landing be as less jarring as possible. The resulting kerfuffle left the older woman splayed over the bed and her daughter hunched over her awkwardly, leaving her bottom and puffy cleft on show. The orc wasted no time in taking advantage of her exposed position, which he had advertently created and crouched down to push her knees apart and take a long hot lick along her swollen labia.

Misty's sigh turned into a sputter as her eyes refocused and her vision painted a picture of her mother's tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"Ack!" She slapped the brutes hand away as he tried to curl them around her hips. "No," she stood herself up as straight as she could manage and pointed to the door, "My room. Go."

The orc gave her one of his long lingering looks that usually spelled trouble, Misty had enough time to think 'Shit', before he grabbed her round the waist and kissed her. She barely managed a quick intake of breath before his mouth found and claimed hers. He forced his tongue past her lips before she could even think of resisting and compelled her to taste him, a warm and spicy headiness mixed slightly with her own cream, and she could not help but suck lightly at the hot flexible muscle. She fleetingly wondered what his cock would taste like before his hands found her ass and thought was temporarily lost as he aggressively pulled and squeezed the soft flesh, sending jumps and starts of pleasure through her.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. She barely registered the brute striding out and she must have fallen backwards as she found herself sat on her mother's bed. What was more was that her hand was between her legs slowly rubbing at her clit. She continued diddling her sensitive nub allowing the warmth to rise and her breath to catch before she regained enough wits and willpower to stop.

This was not good. An orc was in her home. She had heard that in some townships allowing an orc into your house was punishable by public hanging and she knew well enough that many would call for exactly that. 'If they found out'. Misty held to that thought. The orc was obviously a skilled woodsman and a capable hunter. He would not have been seen entering if he had not wanted to be and he could similarly leave without drawing attention. All she needed to do was give him what he wanted and try to be quiet about it.

However, although she briefly considered it, she was not a girl who just let a man have his way without getting anything back. That was not who she was. Besides she was developing some kind of understanding with the orc, it was an understanding based on mutual lust, but she at least felt they had reached a certain standard of communication and a shaky respect.

She quickly retrieved her father's dirk from the place her mother had poorly hidden it under her bed. The respect for cold steel was probably healthier than the shaky type. Misty quickly checked her mother for harm, and finding none, tucked her into bed securely. Whatever the orc had given her was working; her wheezing snores were proof of that. Misty wondered how long they would last, long enough for her to be fucked senseless, she imagined and she knew that exactly that would be happening. Her breath came out quivery and Misty became aware of the fact that she was frightened. She had to go back to her room and deal with an orc, which in and of itself was taboo and illegal, and the orc was the most lascivious person she had ever met. 

However, that was not what frightened her. The law was always something she had skirted and although the consequences for getting caught were much greater it did not concern her overly. Nor did the fact that the orc was more than capable of overpowering and forcing her wherever and however he chose, but he would not. Misty could have been killed or kidnapped many times over by now, but she was not. She was not afraid of the orc, she was afraid of herself. 

Misty was proud of the fact that all of her previous lovers had been friends or otherwise a traveler or wanderer she had shared a brief bond with. She only fucked people she actually liked. Over the years this had led to a coterie of boys who understood that Misty was not the type of girl who wanted exclusivity. She rarely slept with the same lad twice in a row and she did not play favorites. Of course some could or would not understand and this had led to jealousy and vows of undying love. Whenever this happened and they ignored Misty's protestations the fellow would be taken aside by those who understood the rules and have them explained; sometimes less gently than others.

Misty had loved those years; the sex had been, on average, great. And besides Kentin, who was fortunately perpetually sexually unavailable, she had avoided any individual emotional attachments. Those years had passed, however, and her group of boys had had adulthood and swords thrust upon them and been sent to fight in the Border wars. She doubted many if any would return home alive and the waste of it made her furious and the likely loss of their lives and the definite loss of her lifestyle filled her with despair. Kentin and Hen were good friends, but she did not think Kentin could change and the township needed the dwarf more than Misty could feel comfortable asking for herself. 

Then over a couple of days this orc barrels into her life. In the past when she was horny she would take her pick like shopping in the market, almost on a whim. Now she was hungry for only one specific piece of meat, her earlier fumble with Kentin non-withstanding, and the idea that only a single man could scratch the itch was terrifying to her. Misty had taught herself never to need any one person, especially for sex. Now the orc in the next room over was waiting for her and she wanted nothing more than to go to him, unequivocally him, and make him cum into or over her and leave him a ragged panting mess. And she still did not even know his name. Fuck.

She would just have to control the situation and herself, "Right," the girl said to herself, "I can do this."

Misty took the steps back to her room slowly, trying to be quiet on instinct and awkwardly aware of her nudity and arousal inspired flush. She grasped the hilt of the short sword tightly, not kidding herself that it would serve as any kind of protection; she even doubted a pair of fully armed guards would be much use either if she had had any to hand. No, the dirk was a statement of intent and not, Misty hoped, a threat that the beast man might react badly to.

He had left the door ajar and was sitting on her bed fiddling with his bag of cantrips. Misty hoped the sleep leaves were the worst of what he had brought and that he had some of the healing ointment for the aches she expected to wake with tomorrow morning. Slightly hunched and a look of mild boredom on his face, he looked almost normal, an everyday sight. As soon as he noticed her however, the bag was put aside and he was standing tall and proud moving with hunting cat grace. His lithe and supple muscles rested tightly underneath his dark and dappled skin, and his large, even when soft, penis that swung weightily with the sudden motion. 

Misty's mouth actually watered and she suppressed a tremble, instead leaning casually as she could manage against the door frame, "Well, here we are again."

Eyeing her nakedness hungrily, the orc took a long stride towards her, yet Misty raised the blade she had secreted behind her back and said, "Ah ah. We'll be doing this my way."

The orc grunted in exasperation and she could have sworn he rolled his eyes despite the difficulty she had discerning his pupils. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to one side in an approximation of 'Well?'

She patted the flat of the blade against her shoulder and ordered, "Kiss."

The brute laughed once and softly, a rumble that almost made Misty smile. She resisted though, instead raising her chin haughtily and tapping her shoulder again.

Raising his hands in what Misty almost certainly knew was mock surrender; he approached in equally mock caution. He bowed his head low enough to give a brief peck of her shoulder blade. Misty had expected a move like this, however and caught the back of his head with the little purchase she could find with his short prickly hair and whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "You know 'Kiss' then?" Unwilling to wedge the short sword there she instead used a couple of fingers to briefly stroke the side of her throat, "Kiss."

This time the orc did not need encouragement to linger and planted a collection of warm moist spots that blossomed into hot tingles all over her neck. "Mmm, that's good. Here was me thinking Kentin might be able to bring me off, but that just seems silly now," she shakily sat the small sword against her breasts, "Kiss."

"Kentin?" the orc pronounced the name haltingly but understandably.

"Not important. Kiss." Misty demanded huskily, irritated that his lips were not on her skin.

Instead he interlinked his arms and lifted her, carrying her the few short steps to her bed; dropping her on her back there. "Kentin?" he said again. 

"No." Misty stated forcibly, a little worried that the dangerous beast had latched onto the name. She needed to change the subject back to her body. She hunched her shoulders forward, framing and lifting her breasts and gave him the sulkiest pout she could manage, "Kiss?"

She could see the conflict in his eyes as he frowned down at her. His gaze flickered between her batting eyelids in challenge and the soft cherry capped mounds causing his eyes to grow hungry. Her nipples were puffed up and darkened with blood unashamedly begging for attention. For a moment the two of them held their breaths as the silent battle was fought. Then the inevitable happened and his lips began surveying her generous bosom. Men are easy.

His tongue brushed a messy tapestry on her plush skin before the beast forcefully sucked at her breasts, stretching and pulling them. The girl sighed her approval at the orc's loss of restraint and whimpered when he bit her sensitive nubs. She scratched at his shoulders and spine as she arched her back for him and she felt the hot excitement of his erection pressed against her leg. His greedy supping of her tits sent delightful jolts through her body that once again coalesced in her womanhood. Misty needed to cum.

She tried pushed him downwards towards her sex, 

"Kiss my cunt," she hissed, however, the beast resisted and brought his mouth back up to her neck. 

She brought the dirk up carefully in an endeavor to point it to her sex, "Don't tease me. I want you there. Kiss." The orc continued his feigned ignorance and instead took her wrists, the sword with them, and slowly but firmly put them over her head, spreading her taut. 

Misty exhaled in exasperation and attempted to push him down again, yet he held her arms fast. He stopped her next complaint with a quick peck on the lips before he went back to her chest, lavishing it with attention she wanted focused elsewhere. She felt his hands working around her wrists and tried to twist to see what he was doing, becoming nervous. Then he distracted her.

The orc rubbed a palm firmly over her vulva, spreading her nether lips and leaving her thighs and pubic hair sodden with her arousal. She ground her hips against his hand scandalously, instantly heedless of his other hand that worked at her wrists. It was not her first mistake of the evening, but it was probably her worst. She reveled in the feel of his skin against her most tender place: it was leathery without being callous, rough without being overly abrasive. He worked a circle around her mons pubis, avoiding but directly teasing her clit. Before the frustration grew too much, his fingers found the axis of her pleasure and Misty gasped as she was wracked with a paroxysm of sexual gratification.

The girl was possessed by an urge to grab his cock. Sure, she wanted to control the sex and take her pleasure first, but she wanted to share her rapture. Mutual pleasuring was a big deal to Misty, it made the love making more intense and her partner deserved it even if he was being an ass. His other hand was now cupping a breast so she should be able to-

Fuck. Her wrists were bound and tied to the bed and the sword was no longer in her grasp. On second thought she hoped his dick fell off. 

She strained against the binds, "Take this fucking thing off," she grated at the orc.

Misty was not necessarily against restraint games, just not with strange orcs whose names she did not know and whose sanity may be in question. She looked to each side, checking the ties. The beast had fashioned them from her own linen and the knots, though she was not an expert, felt and looked proficient. She should be able to tear herself free, but it would take time. The orc loomed above her and she did not know whether or not she had that time. No, this was too much.

"Stop."

If he understood, he feigned ignorance, testing the pliancy of her large breasts and spilling them back and forth. Misty attempted to twist away; the orc took the opening to grab her by the small of her back and lift her teats to his mouth. The girl growled in frustration, twisting further so that she was almost on her belly. The beast rumbled threateningly and pulled the girl back towards him; however instead of the soft feminine flesh he was expecting he received a hard feminine head butt to the chin.

He did not reel much, indeed she suspected that she had hurt herself more than the orc, however he did stop. 

Quenching her fear, she said without quiver, "I told you to stop."

Time slowed as a hundred different grisly outcomes flashed through the girl's mind. What would he do? 

The smallest upturn of the lips crossed his lips and he quickly turned his head away to hide what she could only assume was a smile.

"What the-", Misty was not sure if the smile hidden from her was hiding embarrassment or malicious intent.

The orc backed off, but remained on the bed. They were both silent and still for a long moment before he spoke, "Misty, not hurt."

"Not hurt." the orc repeated his reassurance.

The girl shook her head, "I want to trust you, but you're a big fucking scary magical water monster."

He shifted slightly, but otherwise said or did nothing in reply.

Another moment stretched by and she felt the cool air settling on her nudity. "Why do you want me so badly? You're mad to have come here."




Orc Ch. 04



The orc frowned, his eye ridges becoming twixt, "Not hurt?"

"You're a bastard, you know that?" she laughed lightly, "A fucking bastard."

She could not help but roam her eyes over his body as he sat there on his knees, on her bed. On her fucking bed! His penis was still firm, pointing towards her as if stretching towards her with a will of its own. His smooth chest, crowned with dark nipples, rose and fell in the rhythm of his deep breathing. Misty really wanted to leave some marks on him. Looking at his large strong hands and the restrained might in his limbs, she had the feeling it was likely to turn out the other way round. Nonetheless, she knew she had to have him; he was certainly trying not to hurt her. Barring any other surprises...

"Will not hurt, Misty." The orc managed with some obvious effort.

"Well, go on then," she dared the beast.

It took him a moment, but he got it, a wolfish grin tugging his lips.

She had been sweet talked by a monosyllabic monster. Well done, Misty.

Right, no more messing around, Misty had a tremendous urge to grind her body against her lover. She wanted to bite and suck and feel friction over every inch of her body. She tipped her head towards the binds that still held her, 

"Take them off."

A flash of fervor glinted in his eyes and he reached up to finally comply. Misty reached up herself and bit the dark nipple opportunely presented to her. The orc flinched and rumbled deeply in his throat. He fumbled the knots as Misty replaced teeth with tongue to get a long awaited taste of the spicy musk of his sweat.

The beast grumbled as the tie confounded him in his distracted state. The girl encouraged the orc with another, harder, bite and she half recognized the resultant curse he spat out. The orc lost his patience and loudly tore the linen from its post.

They entwined as fast as was humanly and orcishly possible. Hard chest against soft breasts, hands squeezing shoulders and buttocks, thighs rubbing crotches. 

The girl manically grabbed at his cock, clutching it as if it was the branch holding her over the abyss. His manhood was almost as slippery as wet soap, coated in their combined cum as it was. She clutched at his glans, letting the angry head slide messily between her fingers. She almost yowled when she felt his hand similarly busy with her sensitive pussy, parting her nether lips and delving his fingers inside. As she masturbated his heated girth with abandon he thrust and curled his fingers within her juicing vagina, roughly massaging her. Misty felt his other hand at her arse-hole and sucked in her breath sharply as a finger slipped in easily. The orc's mouth found a teat as his hands busied themselves with her pleasure and Misty's head rolled back as she was played like an instrument; plucked and sucked and blown.

She felt herself quickly approaching her peak, but did not want to take the plunge without her partner. Thankfully for them both, Misty had not relinquished her grip on the orc's dark cock and employed a technique to refocus his attention. The girl placed a thumb and two fingers over the head of his still lubricated solid member and pinched it hard, allowing the fingers to slide off.

The orc jolted at the uncomfortable pleasure and barely swallowed a yelp the second time. The third time, he took her hands away and growled powerfully in her face.

"Shut up and fuck me," she whispered back, parting her legs in challenge.

The water beast was more than up for the challenge, he was positively vertical. As he loomed above Misty, she felt the growingly familiar heart-skip of fear tinged lust and she briefly wondered whether or not she was becoming addicted to it and him. Her orc barely had to reposition in order to find his target and spear his willing prey. They both groaned passionately as their bodies joined once more. Her sex rejoiced at its penetration and she throatily spoke, "Don't hold back. Just fuck me."

She need not have worried as long build up and the tight embrace of her love mouth quickly drove him beyond reason and into bestial fervor. The orc's savage incursion within her was as terrifying as it was elating and she felt her long awaited orgasm building to its zenith. 

"Oh fuck, yes!"

The pulse in her clit was pounding; this was going to be a big one.

"YES!"

She felt his seed splashing her insides and his jagged breath on her breasts and... nothing. She was so close, her cunt creaming for more.

"NO," she raised her hips, trying to get the last little bit of friction required for her release from torment, however the beast was already softening and the dopey grin on his face was not helping her mood either.

"No, you are not finished," she wriggled upwards whilst also pushing him down, her quim fluttered as his meat slipped out and she took a shuddering breath as she shoved his head into her musky heat and demanded, "Kiss."

He grinned up at her from between her legs so she slapped him hard round the back of his bristly head. The orc muttered something and she was about to tell him exactly and in explicit detail how much of a bastard he was when his tongue found her hungry slit. Misty's head snapped back onto a thankfully present pillow and she clutched at his brown and green head, unable to find enough hair, she settled for the thick skin of his neck. He lapped deliciously away at her, flattening his tongue against her dark pink swollen inner labia and flicking against the hood of her clit. The girl twitched this way and that, her bliss building once more towards an explosive destiny. She thought she perceived his finger in her ass again, though that did not seem right as she was sure he had a hand on each of her thighs. 

Unimportant, mashing vulva into face much more pressing matter, yes. The orc began to suckle her bud and she convulsed against him, her moans coming more freely and vociferous. As the pleasure coursed through her, she became aware that she probably should be cumming in her lover's face right now, it was the done thing. But she was not. Every time she felt the summit approaching, instead she found just more hill. Maybe she just needed more cock. That usually solved most of her problems.

She shakily and reluctantly pulled his face away from her tingling mound and shoved him onto his back. The orc licked at his own sodden face and looked up at her with those big black eyes. Misty wondered what was going on behind them even as she positioned herself to bestraddle him. She bore herself down upon his manhood and cried out as she filled herself with his length. After a brief pause to regain her breath, Misty established a haphazard pace with which to ride him. Through consummate force of will she plumbed herself on his thick cock, feeling the tension within her grow and grow. Her pussy lubricated copiously around him, delighted with the orc's hard, hot flesh. It was glorious, but she really needed to cum, why had she not cum? 

"What did you do to me?" she gasped between stilted breaths, still fucking herself desperately with his heft. 

The beast of course responded by starting to thrust back against her. Her eyes rolled back and she barely kept herself upright by planting her hands on his chest, the tension still coiling within her. Something was terribly wrong she realized, much too late.

"What did you do?" she hissed, knowing she was losing control of the situation and herself. A tear of dismay formed in her eye.

"Not hurt," he promised even as he tormented her with his cock.

Misty tried to use her remaining strength to pull herself away, yet the orc merely batted away her trembling arms and pulled her against him. Her breasts rubbing against his sweat covered chest brought more dominance to the terrible pleasure he inflicted upon her. His shaft continued sliding excruciatingly within her innermost core.

The last coherent sound she made that night was, "kill you."

She felt him pumping his cum into her again, her cry of joy turning to anguish as release evaded her still. He rolled her shuddering body off of him, but continued to work her vulva with his fingers, allowing her no respite.

The pressure built and built as he stoked the fire that had become her sex. She could not speak, she could not move and breathing had become a half remembered task, coming in stilted gasps. Her pussy wept freely, its juice mingling with the sweat and tears of her sexual torment. And still the pressure built.

Time began to blur as her nerves crackled and her senses frazzled. Misty was aware that he mounted her at least two more times. Firstly flipping over her jellified body and fucking her so deeply his oversized manhood bumped her insides into her diaphragm, making her hiccup. 

The second time he took her in missionary, whispering words in her ear that she would not have understood even if they had been spoken in her native tongue. He languidly screwed her for what felt like eternities before once again emptying his thick cum into her core. After he pulled out, she barely noticed that he had reached between her ass cheeks and removed whatever it was he had placed there. That was until he brushed her clit with his thumb in the most fleeting of touches and she exploded.

Her excruciatingly delayed orgasm hit her with the force of a lightning bolt and she might as well have been hit by one. Every nerve in her body lit up like an inferno, every pore goose-pimpled and her sex clenched so hard it could have crushed rocks. All her muscles flexed simultaneously; her legs kicked, hands clenched, toes curled and back arched. She felt the orc's weight upon her, pinning her down so that she could do herself no harm, like for instance snapping her own spine as she convulsed in ecstasy. Misty desperately clung to her sanity as the pleasure consumed her washing away everything else.

Must. Take. Revenge. She tried to spit at the orc's face, centimeters away as it was, but only succeeded in drooling, making her moans of rapture turn into gurgles. Come on, Misty, hold it together, and do not pass out. She forced her eyes open through her scrunched up face and tried to focus on the orc even though each thunderous heartbeat sent her vision swimming. If she could just ride this out... The beast lowered his mouth to a teat. Fuck.

FUCK.

Fresh waves of unbearable euphoria drilled into her and black spots danced before her eyes. She arched again mewling incoherently; this must be what going insane feels like. Losing control of body and mind she barely managed a gulp of air, keeping her awake that little bit longer. She desperately scrambled for an anchor, anything to steady her psyche. People and places flashed through her mind, each image shattered by a gush of orgasmic oblivion. Her mother cursing her. Hen chiding her. Kentin consoling her. She came again and again, wanting to die and never wanting it to end.

It did, however, end. And as she twitched and gulped air like a fish drowning in air, she noticed blearily that the orc had risen off her and had his back turned, busy with a pouch. Her jittering hand somehow found the hilt of her father's dirk and she grasped it with a mad fury. She shakily stood even as the aftershocks jerked her around like she had a puppeteer flicking her strings. She made an animal noise and lunged.

The last thing she remembered was the astonished look on the orc's face.

*

Such fight! The orc had carried Misty back to her bed, leaving her unconscious and setting aside a cup of water for her when she awoke. He collected his things and donned his hunting tunic, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief the whole time. He left via the window to test the strength of his legs after the extended love-making session. Love making? Had it been that? He had never been this attracted or frustrated by a human female before. And she had fought so beautifully...

He hit the ground and stumbled, using an arm to steady himself. Whatever it was, it was too dangerous, he was going to get himself and likely also the girl killed. It would be for the best if he left and returned home as unappealing as that prospect was to him. He felt guilt at using the 'patience root' on Misty; it would be unlikely that she would forgive him. For the best, he repeated to himself. If she hated him, she would leave him alone. He probably should have not followed her home, however he had been unable to resist having her again, especially after the way she had left him. 

He took a step and the leg held; good. The sun had yet to dawn; he still had time to get-

A noise. Fatigue forgotten he sprung towards the sound. If someone had seen him he would have to deal with them so they could not raise the alarm. He turned a corner and ran straight into a slight human man, little more than a boy. The human froze, paralyzed by fear.

The orc drew himself to his full height and snarled, hoping to scare him unconscious. Then he smelt it. Misty was all over the boy. Jealous fury filled the beast.

"Kentin."



Orc Ch. 05



Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Owowowowow.

Ow.

That bastard. 

That complete and utter bastard.

Everything hurt. It turned out that having a body shattering full body delayed orgasm took it out of you a bit. Misty had encouraged the orc, again. She had consented to the sex whilst her drugged unconscious mother was in the next room and Misty knew that if she ever saw the beast again, she would succumb and even encourage his advances again. The peasant girl decided there was something terribly wrong with her. 

Misty had woken up naked and covered in dried up sexual fluids on her disheveled bed. The last thing she remembered was charging the monster with her father's long dagger, yet the absence of a hunky corpse spoke to her lack of success. Her relief at his safety was cut short by the realization that he must have dismissed her murder attempt and put her safely back to bed. What a bastard.

Her morning consisted of limping around cleaning up the evidence of the orc's presence in her home. She had thankfully not overslept too much and her mother was still passed out when she checked on her. Misty was struck by guilt and wanted to look after her; maybe sort a decent breakfast for her. Uncharacteristic kindness on Misty's part, however, would arouse her mother's suspicions, so she decided against it. The girl decided probable incredulity at last night's events was her best defense.

So what now? The girl had to admit to herself that her brief time with the orc had at least knocked her out of the debilitating funk she had been in since her lads left. One last hurrah of her youth. She needed a plan now. One that involved leaving her home behind if at all possible. Could she convince Kentin to accompany her to one of the free cities? She doubted it. He was afraid of change and after her rebuffed advances yesterday she had a gut wrenching feeling that he would probably be avoiding her for the foreseeable future. 

Without an escort, long distance travel would be deadly or worse. No, her best course of action would be stay put, lay low and get a new job. She had previously marked out the town's second inn; a rickety structure primarily populated by those fortunate to become elderly. Misty was certain she could cope with the inevitable drunken lechery and knew some of the patrons as decent folk.

After the fantastical debauchery she had partaken in, performing such a mundane task struck the girl as bizarre and alien. There was no help for it though, and she needed to make herself look presentable if she was to be batting her eyelashes. With no small dismay, Misty discovered that there was not enough water in the house for a bath, nor even a half substantial clean. Wonderful.

Misty left the town via the shortest route, keeping her head down as she tried not to run. The well was sadly out of the question; people would talk if they saw the state she was in and she could not afford any more attention from grudge baring mothers. She suppressed a bitter laugh; only a short while ago she had been arguably the most influential woman in the town, able to hold her head high whe'er she went. Now she was public enemy number one.

The sun was rising into a cloudless sky, heralding a beautiful day that ill fitted her dour mood. At least she had some left over supplies she had previously purchased from Hen. A rejuvenation soap and powder had set her right after heavy nights spent drinking and cavorting and she honestly did not feel much worse than those, admittedly multiple times. Rounding off her necessities was a towel and change of clothes. She was heading back into the wilderness.

Misty was not worried, she was no stranger to rambling and she had already tangled with the worst predator hidden within its depths. That damn orc, she had no idea how she felt about him, nor what she would do if they crossed paths again. She was furious with him, yet how would she react if she saw him again? With a mixture of dismay and hope she had no doubt it would involve them groin grinding once more.

That was if the beast even wanted to. He had fucked the consciousness out of her last time in what seemed like a twisted frustration fueled revenge with a tone of finality. She was acting like it was the final time too with her plan of trying to reestablish some normalcy in her life. But what if...

The girl shook her head in an attempt to clear the images of his naked flesh from her mind's eye. What had happened, happened and what would happen was becoming increasingly out of her control. All she could do now was start down the long road of re-empowering herself to take back control of her destiny.

****

It was only a short while from midday, Misty judged, when she reached her destination. A small pond near the base of the hill nearest town. It was situated on the cusp between the meadow of bloody tears and a rocky area. The shade from the canopy barely touched the water at this time of day so its temperature should be pleasantly warm. 

She chose a spot on the stony side for twofold reasons. Firstly it would be easier to dry off on the sun baked rocks and secondly the bugs preferred the flora covered side. A skimming-bird was taking advantage of the latter fact and having veritable feast. The aim was to make herself look presentable, not to show up covered in bites. As she stripped more fond memories of skinny dipping with her lads here came to her. 

Being next to the red meadow meant that the pond's surface was always at least sparsely coated in red leaves and petals making it a romantic spot in the girl's opinion. Most of the boys she had brought here had balked at being so close to the enchanted forest, their superstitions running too deep. The more adventurous ones knew of the underwater funnel that fed the pond its water from an underground stream running under the rocks. They would dive into the tunnel to see how far they got before they lost their nerve. Misty had usually had to take off her clothes to seize back their attention. Good times.

With her supplies safely unpacked and laid out, Misty made her way down into the pool. She dipped in her toes first to ascertain the temperature and saw something move. With a choking gasp she scrambled backwards. Whatever was in there was big. The pond was not too deep, a dozen or so feet and whatever was in there was lying on the bottom. She knew that the native fish did not get much bigger than an arm so what the fuck was it?

The bastard. Being a water elemental probably meant he could breathe underwater or at least stay under for a while. It did not take much for her shock to transition to anger. How dare he desecrate another one of her private places? First her spot in the meadow, her home and now her bathing spot.

She hefted the biggest rock she could manage and hurled it into the water, "Get out my fucking pond! Find somewhere else!" 

The stone hit the water with a satisfyingly large splash and quickly sunk to the bottom, disturbing the orc. She could just make out him shifting and start to rise to the surface. Misty quickly picked up a pebble to pelt at him, but what emerged was not the orc nor a human.

What arose was a pair of large lizard eyes, one of which regarded her dispassionately. Misty dropped her stone. It hit the ground with an unsatisfying clatter. She could not see much of the monster and what she could see was unlike anything she had seen before. Its jaw was wide, its snout was snub-nosed and its skin consisted of small, slick looking scales. It was a dark green color on the brink of black.

Misty could not move. She dimly recalled that Kentin had told her about giant lizards that could petrify their prey with a look. Had that happened to her? Was she a frozen meal for an impossible creature? It submerged its head, thankfully moving away from her, though she was less grateful when it revealed its actual size. As it curved its back to dive she could see row after row of paired small curved spikes along its spine which must have been over ten feet long.

She took an involuntary step back; not frozen then. Should she run? Could she run? What little cognizance she retained through her terror knew that the beast could not be limited in its reach to the pond alone. It stood to reason that a creature this large would be able to walk faster than she could run and she was on the wrong side of the water to take shelter in the forest or climb a tree. This only left her with back away slowly and learn to pray.

Misty was attempting to build up enough courage to turn around when the head of the monster emerged directly below a cloud of bugs and the skimming-bird making them its meal. The girl could just make out the creature opening its cavernous maw, toothless from what she could tell. Then there was a sharp bass thump of suction and the avian and the insects were gone. It did not need teeth, it literally inhaled its dinner. 

It slid back beneath the surface of the pool, barely disturbing the water. Misty shuddered; enough lollygagging, time to make herself scarce. Yet when the monster surfaced once more, morbid curiosity paused her flight. A wide body appeared revealing two more rows of spines running parallel about two feet each from the vertebral spikes. The spine formed a high ridge that the second rows of barbs mimicked to about half height which formed two valleys upon its back. Water coursed off of it, unhindered by the smooth skin of the creature.

Between the spiny crags Misty noticed two large fleshy orifices open, they reminded her of nostrils. They quivered for a moment before ejecting a stream of water, mucus and feathers straight at her. She shrieked and fell backwards, however the spray caught her regardless and she was coated in an instant. She was too shocked to be angry and as she looked down between her legs she caught a glimpse of a pair of stumpy legs and a large horizontally finned tail vanish into the woods. 

What the actual fuck.

****

Misty trudged up the hill leaving slimy foot prints on the rocky ground in her wake. The way she saw it she was back to having two choices. Either return to town in an even more scandalous state than when she left it or find another spot to clean herself up. Despite the giant creature, that she hoped was somewhere far away now, she had plumped for the latter.

With a clearer mind now that she had put some distance from the bizarre encounter, she had decided that the big lizard thing had not displayed any real interest in her and was probably not currently tracking her down to swallow her whole. Probably. The gunk she had been covered with was drying and hardening and she felt atrocious. If she was not still buzzing with adrenaline she had no doubt that she would be curled up sobbing right now. 

There was a waterfall halfway up the hill that would suit her purpose. It was located in a shaded copse of trees and shrubbery and she knew the water to be freezing, however it was at least clean and fresh. Kentin had told her that it was part of the same river that fed into the pond she had just left among other things she had found too boring to remember. She did know that during the trek between the pond and the waterfall she was exposed. 

From the town she would be nothing more than an unrecognizable speck on the hillside, yet even so she felt unnerved. As Misty gazed down upon the settlement she despaired at how quickly her home had gone from a place full of friends to that of one full of accusing stares and judgmental attitudes. Her sadness threatened tears, but she would damned if she would cry in front of the town.

The girl upped the pace of her slog and after what felt like a longer time than it actually was, she reached the edge of the coppice. Rocky ground became first moss then shrub covered as the life bringing effect of the waterfall imposed itself upon the mostly desolate hill. She heard the soft crashing of the water as she vanished into the foliage and she surprised herself when she began to sob, wet tears cutting furrows on her muck covered face.

Is this what they had reduced her to? A weak teary maid, powerless to the machinations of those who considered themselves better than her? Well fuck them. Fuck her mother, Kentin's preacher father and the parents of her lads who were overjoyed at her downfall. Fuck Kentin for rebuffing her. Fuck herself for letting her empowerment slip through her fingers. And fuck the orc for being an orc.

Misty pushed herself through the brush into the small sheltered clearing containing the tinkling cascade. The waterfall was not too impressive; a handful of rivulets pouring from an overhanging lichen covered rock face that splashed upon a narrow ledge and ran off into the old plunge pool that was only a few feet deep. The greenery surrounding it was thick and allowed only shifting shafts of light through onto the beautiful little spot and the more beautiful orc in the center.

"What the actual fuck?!"

Misty's surprise at seeing his surprise at seeing her, increased her already aggravating level of surprise. He was naked, as per usual and standing in the small pool with water running off of his exquisitely tight body. The dappled light reflecting off him accentuated his mottled green and brown skin and brought out his glinting black eyes. She had seemingly caught him in the middle of bathing and he looked just as gorgeous wet as he did dry, maybe even more so. Merely looking at him made her want to go to him, to kiss him.

He said, "Misty."

She said, "Bastard."

She was still angry at him, dammit. The earth shattering delayed orgasm that he had forced upon her had left her rattled, weak and confused. Just when she thought she had a clue about him, he would spin her about and leave her doubting everything. She had not expected to see him again. By the way he left it, he should have been long gone. She had spent the morning coming to terms with that, yet now here he was again.

Well fuck him. She stifled her tears with her accumulated infuriation and raised her head high. Misty would not permit him the pleasure of seeing her weak. She deliberately put down her bag and walked over to edge of the pool, only half a dozen feet away from him. The peasant girl looked the barbarian straight in the eyes as she stripped off her filthy garments and dumped them in a ball into the water in front of him.

To her annoyance the orc looked more concerned than anything else, he asked in his broken kingish, "What happen?" 

She understood that she must look completely atrocious covered in monster mucus from head to toe, but she did her best to appear demure. When she returned to supplies and with her rear facing him, bent over to pick up her scrubbing brush and dwarf soap Misty got a little thrill when she heard the orc do one of his sexy low growls. She covered her smile when she turned around and pointedly ignored him as she made her way to the waterfall.

This was the tricky part. The ledge was slippy with plant stuff and the relatively flat spot she wanted to get to was a few steps away. The girl put an experimental foot onto the rock and when she did not slip and break her neck, she boldly pushed herself forward. To Misty's dismay she lost her grip and was forced to scramble up on all fours in order not to fall. She achieved an upright precarious perch from which she jumped the last distance to her goal. Her foot slid from underneath her and she flailed sending her brush and soap crashing into the pool below; she only just managed to throw herself flat against the wet rock wall and not fall in herself. Smooth.

The girl had to take a long steadying breath to calm herself as her heart hammered in her ears. The stone directly under the waterfall was more sloped than she remembered it being, however her footing felt much firmer here and she risked looking over the edge of the shelf into the plunge-pool below. She was only a foot away from the water's surface and if the brush had fallen close by she might be able to retrieve it. The soap did not float so that would have to wait. 

Misty was not shocked when she saw that the orc had the scourer in his hand. He was standing in the deepest part of the pool just below her, his head reaching to just above her feet and proffered the cleaning tool to her. The girl crouched and took it, doing her best to keep her knees together and not offer more of an eyeful to the beast man. He smiled and she frowned, unwilling to melt the ice between them.

He dropped beneath the surface, brought the soap back up and examined it, "Dwarf," he stated.

"Give," Misty reached for it.

Challenge flashed in his eyes and the girl expected him to throw it away or pull her into the pool with him. She found herself anticipating another struggle with the savage; that would inevitably lead to coitus. She damned herself for her self-destructive eagerness and even more when he carefully handed her the soap and the first thing she felt was frustration.

"Orc more good," he said.

It took her a moment for her to get that he was talking about the castile. She chose not to reply and instead set about rubbing the rough, chalky soap over herself. The waterfall was as cold as she had feared and she was soon covered in large goose-bumps even beneath the grime and snot and her nipples grew to hard crinkled points. At least the frigidity of the waterfall and her grimy state were quashing the desire in her gut.

As Misty began scrubbing she risked a look over her shoulder. The beast man was watching her whilst floating on his back and using his arms to tread water. His penis bobbed in the rippling water, only just breaking the surface.

"Roaji," he said.

"Uh..." she tore her gaze from his ever impressive genitals, "what?"

"My name. Roaji."

The girl's face lit up like a firework. His name! After sticking his dick in her almost a dozen times he was telling her his name! Suddenly she was too excited to be pissed at him.

"Rojee? Your name is Rojee?" she massacred the pronunciation. 

The orc winced then annunciated, "r-O-a-gee."

It took Misty a couple more attempts until Roaji seemed satisfied with the articulation. Roaji, his name. He flashed his pointed smile at her and she grinned goofily back. All at once she had a hundred questions for him with no idea how to ask them. She did not get the chance before he dropped another hammer blow. 

"Soon leave."

She knew instantly that he did not mean the here and now, but rather he was departing the area. No he could not... Misty caught herself, barely more than an hour ago she thought she had convinced herself that she was fine with never seeing him again. What the fuck was she thinking?

She had to make certain, "You're leaving here," she pointed down to signify the 'here'.

The orc furrowed his eye ridges as he searched for the kingish words, "No," he stood up so he could spread his arms, "Here. Big place."

"Oh," she turned her back and resumed her cleaning, "Well go then."

Fuck him. She would not give him the satisfaction of mourning his departure. The girl needed to focus on her resolve to move forward with her new inferior life. She could not go about improving her situation by mooning over this monster called Roaji. He had done nothing but confuse and torment her and being an orc meant she had been taught and bound to fear and revile him.

"Misty."

She dropped her cleaning instruments, jumped into the plunge pool with the orc, grabbed him and kissed him. Roaji lifted her up and Misty curled herself around him, wrapping her arms behind his neck and mashing her lips down upon his. He said her name again and she mewled in hunger, hoping the water would cover her tears. The girl's emotions were in turmoil and the strength of her willpower had eroded almost to nothing; leaving only need.

She lamented her lack of control even as she rejoiced at feeling his hard body against hers. Misty pushed her tongue past his sharp teeth to deepen the kiss, desperate to sate her hunger for him. If this was truly to be the last time... The girl could not help but let loose a sob. 




Orc Ch. 05



"Misty?" the concern in his voice and eyes was the final grain that broke her.

She buried her head in his shoulder to hide her face and began to freely weep. Roaji carried the peasant girl carefully over to the water's edge and sat her down on the bank. When she would not let go he was forced to awkwardly sit down beside her. He gently stroked her wet hair and removed clumped strands from her face.

"It's all over," she whispered hoarsely, "my boys are gone and soon they'll be dead. I couldn't do anything."

Roaji said nothing, he probably did not understand even half of what she was saying. Even if he knew the words he would be ignorant as to their context. Misty was fine with that, her sexual need had transitioned into an emotional one and she wanted to let it out like she would with Kentin in many times past. Kentin who would try to hide the fact that he was judging her for her promiscuity. He did not mean to but he did.

"And Kentin-"

"Kentin," Roaji interrupted.

She felt a little guilty, "He's like a brother. I never knew if I wanted more from him, but now I think I've lost him too. Everybody hates me now and I hate them right back. It's so stupid..."

The girl wiped her bleary eyes and sniffled. Talking candidly to the unpredictable orc was having a calming effect on her. It had only been a week since she had had an open conversation, yet it felt like much longer. Now here she was baring herself to what she had been taught was a mindless barbarian and he was stroking her hair like one of her lads would have done. 

"What am I supposed to do?" she continued, "Give in? Go to church? Don't talk back? Be a good girl? Kiss their asses? I'd rather die."

Misty considered, "Even if I stay out of their way and get the bar wench job, they're not going to leave it alone until they've crushed me. Even then I don't think they'd stop... Fuck."

The orc repeated, "Fuck."

"Yeah, you know that word," Misty half laughed, "So what about you?"

When he did not respond, she guessed he had missed the question. She tilted her head so she could meet his eyes. They were so close, particularly their lips and Misty felt a little sexual jolt run through her as she gazed into his spherical abysses. 

She swallowed and pressed on with her question, "When you leave. Where will you go?"

"Home," he said in a tone she could only describe as despairing.

It was vague, but she got the gist of his meaning. Was he also a victim of circumstance; trapped by forces and pressures outside of his control?

She said without thinking, "You could stay."

"Stay," Roaji deadpanned.

The girl winced at her inadvertent irony, but continued defiantly, "Why not? I could come and see you every day. You obviously know how to live off the land. If you don't want to go, why should you?"

"Stay," the orc reuttered with a low chuckle, "Can not. Must serve people."

"What if I went with you," she let out in a rush.

"No," he wore a disarmingly distraught expression, "Not safe. Would die."

Misty expected the rejection, however it still stung more than she thought it would. She fought back her sadness, unwilling to start crying in front of him again. She could not even bring herself to be angry with him. So this was really it. The end.

"Misty is strong. Will find happy."

"Your kingish is terrible," she laughed more for him than herself.

Roaji smiled, then leant in the scant few inches between them and kissed her tenderly. The girl kissed him back, opening to let his tongue trace her lips. Was this it? Their final moment a gentle most un-orc-like smooch by a waterfall. It was a little too romantic for Misty's tastes honestly.

He released her mouth, "Fuck one more?"

She tried not to nod too vigorously. 

They came together in a fervor that was much more to her liking. She let their passion burn away thoughts of future near and far. All that mattered was the immediacy of his lips on her neck and the heat of his cock in her palm. His great arms enfolded and crushed her against him and he bit the girl's shoulder hard enough to mark her.

With their bodies pressed tightly together, Misty was unable to maintain her grip on his erection, so she settled for grabbing his firm, sculpted ass. A dreadful doubt conflicted inside of her; she wanted to have him inside of her right this instant and yet she feared the inevitable conclusion that would lead to. The girl wanted this to last. 

Misty was not the least bit surprised when the orc put his own plans in motion. She supposed this was the time for resistance; to put up a fight and force a chase or at the very least make her play for control of the situation. Yet for the first time since her first time she decided to just let it happen. It saved her from her indecision and with a small twinge of fear she felt she could trust Roaji. A little bit at least.

The orc led her back into the pool and to the waterfall shelf upon which he hoisted and placed her. The fact that sitting on the ledge put his head at the same level as her crotch made Roaji's reasoning immediately apparent. Misty shifted in an attempt to get comfy on the slick, uneven stone and had to lean forward so that the icy cascade fell over her back. 

The busty wench was unable to suppress a shiver as she said, "You know this is as awkward as it looks."

The gentle savage kept his eyes locked with hers as he drifted the short distance to her pouting quim. Between the cold and her expectancy Misty was not puzzled to find that she was holding her breath. Roaji drew the air from her slowly by way of whimpers as he began lightly brush and tickle her labia. 

Misty's forward tilted posture was making the orc's access trickier than she would like so she leaned backwards letting the water splash first over her face and then her breasts. Roaji wasted no time exploring the entirety of her vulva and kindling the ever growing fire within her. The girl closed her eyes and let the sensations take her.

The icy cascade upon her chest brought her nipples into pointed erection and prickled her skin with biting kisses. In contrast the orc's mouth on her cunt was hot and his kisses soft; despite the chill of the water she felt her thighs flushing in response to his exaggerated body heat. The conflicting excitations gave her a giddy high and she had to grip her rocky pedestal to stop herself from toppling. 

Bizarrely she could feel her feet being stimulated as they dangled in the pool. The water seemed to swirl around her toes with unexpected dexterity. Roaji hands were gripping her calves, keeping her steady so that she could not buck his mouth away, so it could not be his fingers dancing amongst her digits. Misty made barely conscious decision not to give a fuck about the delicious but unnerving feeling of her foot stimulation.

Misty wondered if the orc could have ever run out of pleasures with which to torment her if she were to stay with him. It would have had to have happened eventually she supposed and she had to count it as a blessing that she would never have to know now. She had enjoyed having numerous lovers and she had no idea how Roaji would react to her promiscuity. Still; being eaten out by him on demand may have stayed her pussy.

With some annoyance she noticed that her chest was becoming numb to the point where it was detracting from her climb to orgasm. Misty grabbed the thick skin of his neck to hoist him away from her nethers, "Need to move," she shivered.

His face wet with froth and her exudations, Roaji nodded his understanding and nimbly lifted her up so that she could slide down into his arms without grating her bottom on the rocks. Misty immediately noticed that the pool was warmer than before and slipping into it from the frigid waterfall was exquisite. 

Was is it his high orcish body temperature that had affected the change? Misty did not think so; the pool was not large but still it would take a furnace to warm it so rapidly. It would appear her alien lover had more tricks up his sleeves. Her water elemental lover who she was embracing in a body of water. Well, here we go again, thought the girl as bubbles started forming beneath them.

"Wait. No sticking magic twigs up my ass, No making a fool of me. No bullshit," she warned uncertainly.

"Ass. Fool. Bullshit," he repeated studiously.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck," the orc grinned his pointy grin.

Roaji wrapped his huge arms around her and claimed her mouth for a kiss. She bit his lower lip and dug her short nails into his shoulders, daring him to make his move. Misty could feel his cock pressing firmly against her belly and longed to take it in her grasp again. She could feel the water begin to churn around them and tried to brace herself for the unexpected.

The churning water localized around her sex where it somehow meticulously parted its petals before retreating for half a heart-beat, then returning with what felt like the force of a tsunami. Misty screamed out in shock as the jet surged around and against her clit. Ecstasy forced itself upon the girl in a staunch denial of the existence of anything but her orgasm.

Misty shook in Roaji's arms and he grunted as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her body throbbed to the heavy beat of her slowing heart. It was over a sooner than what she would have liked, however there was certainly more to come. She felt the orc lift her to keep her from leaning back too far and drowning herself.

"The considerate bastard," she remarked.

"Bastard."

"Yes, that's what you are. A complete and utter one. I hope you're not planning on knocking me out again, I've got places-" Misty was cut off by a forceful kiss that she accepted with a moan.

As Roaji plundered her mouth she searched for his member which, given its impressive size, was not a difficult task. Even in the warmed water it still retained its almost too hot to touch properties. It was an addictive type of pain, Misty decided as she rubbed the flesh that was both satin and steel. The orc rumbled his pleasure into her mouth as the pool sloshed around them.

Ending their lip lock the human asked, "So, any requests? Finally want that blow job?"

Roaji swept her hair back in order to kiss her cheek and ear, "Misty," he said.

"No. Don't get soppy on me now. I've already cried enough for a whole month today," Misty resolved, "Let's just make some more dirty memories."

The orc regarded her with his bottomless black eyes and for the first time she wondered if she could almost understand him. Was he a chained wanderer seeking always for a weakness in his bonds? A brute with a heart of gold and ill hidden nobility? A massive bastard with an equally massive cock? Could she see any of these things, or even all of them? 

Certainly the cock bit at least.

Misty took the member in question back in hand, "Well?" the pool began to swirl around the pair again and the girl smiled wickedly, "Just fuck me."

Roaji took her by the hips and Misty was slightly alarmed when she noticed his hands felt mostly dry. She looked down to see a fluctuating air bubble had formed around their pelvises; orc magic. He raised her and she opened her legs in anticipation and accommodation. Their sexes found each other and joined in fluid ease. They both hissed at the ease in which their genders interlaced and Misty caught herself grinning foolishly. 

The beast sheathed himself deeply within her and held them together with his arms. The bubble collapsed and surfaced with a splash. Misty kissed her lover hard and softly rolled her hips against his, relishing in the feeling of his cock astir inside her. She wanted this to last forever.

The orc leaned backwards taking her with him. With a flutter of panic she realized he was going to fully submerge the both of them. Her mind went to aquatic lizards that smothered and drowned their prey, which Kentin had described to her in more detail than she would have liked. Misty scolded herself for thinking of the son of the preacher whilst being filled with another man's penis. She took a deep breath and an even deeper leap of faith as she chose to trust the orc. 

It helped that the water was still warm and inviting and they slipped under silently. The pool was not overly murky and Misty found she could see clearly. The orc's physique looked just as beautiful underwater as anywhere else; maybe more so as in liquid his dappled green and brown colors appeared to ripple in time with the currents. 

He grinned at her and tiny air bubbles rose from his mouth. Misty's own smile was tight lipped, unwilling to release any precious air; his throbbing heat twixt her thighs not enough to banish her wariness. With a flick of his head he motioned above her. The girl goggled as the liquid above her swirled and parted into a funnel, though she retained the wherewithal not to gasp until a pocket of air had formed around her face. Looking up through the twisting duct she could catch glimpses of the clear skies above.

She checked Roaji to see if he had created his own magical breathing apparatus, but he had not. Could he actually breathe water or merely hold his breath for extended periods of time? Her air bubble was life sustainingly necessary, however it was a little claustrophobic and she could not see as easily as being fully submerged. Still she could see the orc lay down on the bed of the pool with his arms crossed behind his head and a satisfied smirk on his lips; his cock acted as a hook, bringing Misty down astride him. 

The rocks at the bottom were smooth and the water still warm, helping her get used to the theory and practice of underwater fucking. It was difficult to bounce, so the girl happily settled into a slow grind that massaged her slick walls and caused his manhood to twitch within her. Her breasts were buoyed by the liquid and everything felt surreal and delicious. A tingle ran down her spine an ended as a spasm in her pussy. 

Roaji found her hips and pulled her against him, cramming her so full of his smoldering cock that she lost sense of where he ended and she began. Speared to the hilt, Misty moaned into her pocket of air and the sound reverberated around her exotically. Little orgasmic contractions served to remind her how tightly packed her sex was and she was loathe to move lest she lose even a fraction of the majestic organ splitting her. 

The water around her started into another restless spin, clouding her vision with bubbles and sediment. It felt like a ring had encircled her belly and was sinuously twisting around her; like a constricting snake it began circumscribing the girl, tracing her generous contours. Unlike a snake though, it was gentle and teasing, preparing her for a different kind of meal. 

What had initiated as a single coil, split into two then several independent formless tendrils that spiraled around her body and limbs. They sought out her sensitive spots; brushing past the backs of her knees, her armpits and the undersides of her breasts. Yet smaller threads weaved patterns around her fingers and toes which flexed and jerked erratically. 

The orc was using the water to turn her body into a commotion of sensation. Her breaths echoed heavily in her ears and Misty had to scrunch her eyes shut to avoid panicking in her confining bubble. Tiny aqueous serpents began corkscrewing around her nipples making them throb and itch in pleasure. A thin current coursed between her buttocks, dallying against her asshole and continuing on to slip between the folds of her labia.

The girl rasped a sharp laugh at how she had once again dove head first into the mind rattling ecstasy the orc had to offer. At least this time she half knew what she was getting into, yet she was still unprepared for how easily he could put her in thrall of her own carnality. He was able to find the limits of her erogenous response and break them; and each time he did she felt as though she lost part of herself to him.

Roaji was as dangerous as he was beautiful and Misty made herself promise that this would indeed be the last time; that she would not be made captive to her desire for him. He would leave and she would not spend her life longing for what could have never been. It would be difficult, perhaps the most difficult thing she would ever have to do, yet Misty knew that she had strength of will equal to the task. She would not become her mother and live a life of regret and recriminations. 

Her entire body shuddered as his water explored and thrilled every inch of her. Every inch but one. No not her dignity (that was long gone), rather her clitoris. Between waves of tactile euphoria, Misty noticed that he was avoiding that little power packing nub, keeping the brink of orgasm at bay. At least he did not have that damned stick.

Misty could no longer make out the orc through the busy water and her glazed eyes, all she could hear was the rushing waters and her labored breathing. Her flesh was experiencing an unrelenting cacophony of new and conflicting feelings. His penis was still melting her from within. Roaji had once again taken her to the threshold of delirium. She braced herself for his final push and questioned whether this would be the time she would break. 

Unexpectedly she felt his hands take hers, interlace their fingers and give a little squeeze. Misty broke her promise to herself as tears filled her eyes and was suddenly glad for the murkiness of the water. Roaji was making a gesture, 'We go together this time.' The girl should have snatched her fingers away; this should have been about fucking, not making love. Yet, she found herself squeezing back in solidarity. 

The orc's magic slipped under her clitoral hood and encircled and entrapped the pearl within. What started as a light suction quickly intensified into a maelstrom. Her sob escalated from a sob to a moan and then a howl. Had she not been underwater, the town below may have been able to make out her animalistic cries. Misty shook with bliss as her lover brought her to a dam bursting climax. 

Her pussy clenched at the hardness inside it as her hands clenched his own, caught in the rictus of orgasm. Without warning, Roaji rose up against her and held her tightly to his chest and launched off from the bottom of the pool. Even as her pleasure continued she desperately clung to the orc as they burst from the water.

As the liquid around them erupted upwards in a great plume, Roaji simultaneously gushed his cum into her with savage bellow. Misty mewled her satisfaction into his shoulder as her cunt glowed warmly around his pulsing member and the ejected water began raining down around them. The orc rasped his deliverance harshly into her ear, taking deep gulping breaths. 

As they trembled heatedly against each other, the orc tried to lift her chin for a kiss, but Misty resisted, not able to bear meeting his eyes at that instant. Their sated genders fit snugly together and the reality of the finality had already begun to weigh on her. So she clutched his body to her own and refused to let go. 

Roaji allowed her the moment, but all too soon carried her over to the bank and lay her down softly. His softened cock dropped from her moist embrace and she could not swallow a whimper. The orc stood over her in all his monumental glory with wet rivulets running down him and Misty never wanted anything more in her life. Before she could do anything she would probably regret though, she collected her wits and will. 

She gave him her best coy smile and stood up on unsteady legs. Roaji offered an arm, however she shooed it away and set about gathering her scattered belongings and cleaning herself up. Wherever she went she felt his dark eyes on her, which gave her the strength to rein in her emotions and finish up without delay. It was mid-afternoon and she had places to be.

Neither spoke nor said goodbye and it was not until half way down the hill that Misty's stride faltered when she realized she had denied them that final kiss. She took a steadying breath then resumed her march towards her home.




Orc Ch. 05



NOT the end.

Those wanting to can follow me on facebook under W X Y Grey for occasional updates and musings. Chapter 6 of orc should be out by March at the latest, but be warned that it's the no sex chapter!



Orc Ch. 06



Note: Welcome to the wonderful topsy-turvy world of erotica where violence is a greater taboo than sexy sex! (Which is kind of how it should be in real life. Yay, politics!) At this point in the story some plot needs to happen in order to change Misty's circumstances and hopefully keep things fresh. As is customary in the fantasy genre, this often happens via the form of peril. I have a tendency to write my violence as gratuitous as I do my sex, so consider yourself fairly warned. 

*****

The cold blade pressed firmly against Misty's throat brought forth an excess of goose-bumps on her flesh making the girl dumbly wonder whether it was the fear or the temperature that was the main culprit. She doubted that the dispassionate dwarf who was seizing her by the hair in order to bend her backwards far enough to place the steel against her cared either way. 

There were three of them. Dwarf Blood Hunters dressed in leather armor and unnerving confidence. The largest, though still a foot shorter than the human girl, was the one that held her with an uncompromising grip and was armed to the teeth. 

The other two were conversing hurriedly in their own tongue, occasionally shooting her hard glances. One was well groomed and wore an extravagant sash over his armor which denoted him as the ambassador. The last of them was the shortest and slightest of the three and looked at Misty like she was already dead. She noticed, from the higher lilt in her gruff voice a firm bust and despite the beard, that she was a woman. Judging by the occult effects she carried she was also the tracker.

That meant the dwarf holding her was the executioner.

They had caught her without any difficulty outside the Bard and Bell, the tavern in which Misty had just barely managed to wrangle a job from. The sun had been setting extravagantly and in the brief moment before she spotted them she had been feeling a melancholic pride in herself for her determination. She had come from a final magical rut with the orc who she now knew as Roaji, yet instead of moping she had returned home for a brief clean up before getting the fuck on with her life. A life that was almost certain to be over before the sun rose again. 

She had seen Blood Hunters pass through the town before and had always done her best to stay well clear and avoid their piercing accusatory gazes. Orcs were not meant to ever be spoken of, however when they were it would usually be in the same sentence as the hunters. Blood Hunters always operated in threes and their sole purpose was to hunt and kill orcs and all humans that had dealings with them that were not provably hostile. It was doubtful that fucking an orc roughly counted as hostile enough. 

Misty had not screamed, though she instantly knew that they were there for her, to do so would have been more likely to draw a bloodthirsty, self-righteous mob than garner her any aid. Instead she had attempted to calmly flee only to be apprehended in an alley not a block away. 

Struggling had immediately proved useless and only served to get a long curved dagger pressed against her neck. 

So here she was, captive and guilty as merciless Blood Hunters argued over how to kill her. Misty was numb with terror and helplessness, and far too emotionally exhausted to begin sobbing. She had heard that dwarfs set up public trials and executions for their prisoners and decided she would rather be cut down on the spot than endure the public pleasure at her pain. The girl was pondered how to make enough nuisance of herself to stoke the Hunters' ire when unwanted thoughts came to her.

Roaji. It struck her with more relief than she expected that the orc was probably packing up his makeshift lair to leave and that the dwarfs would likely miss him. Unless she did something stupid like get herself killed and allow the dwarfs to immediately begin their pursuit. Misty bloody mindedly battled the dread fueled stupor within her and tried to think.

Guiltily she first thought of Kentin. He may have been able to wheedle some deal for, yet she had no idea where he might be or even if he would be willing to help after she had sexually cornered him yesterday. Hen on the other hand, though he was a dwarf, might be able to do something. He had made no secret of his disdain of his brethren's policies and she knew he was fond enough of her not to stand idle were she in trouble. 

Misty was in middle of gathering enough courage to speak up when she realized that the ambassador was already talking to her, "Calm down girly and tell us your name," he spoke in perfect kingish.

Unprepared, she stammered when she said, "Take me to Hen."

The dwarf furrowed his thick waxed eyebrows in confusion, "Hen? I think you mistake the severity of your situation. You are in a great deal of trouble and we are certainly not going to a farm."

"What? No, Hen. The liaison," she added with an authority she did not feel, "I demand to be taken to him."

The dwarf holding her snorted in laughter and bit out a handful of words in dwarfish. Misty was really getting tired of being mono-lingual. 

"Kingish please, Hidriht, for the benefit of the young lady."

The executioner grumbled some more words in his own tongue and gave her hair a sharp painful tug to no doubt accentuate his point. 

The ambassador responded calmly in dwarfish before returning his attention to the human, "I apologize. My companions are somewhat lacking in the social graces. What my colleague was saying was that unfortunately your town's liaison has been relieved of his duties." 

Misty's blood went cold, "What did you do to him?"

"Now, girly. You have yet to answer my question. Before we discuss your situation in depth we must observe some civilized niceties. My name is Yenix, would you be so kind as to grace us with your own?"

For a couple of heartbeats Misty considered lying, but she had plenty of experience of being asked trick questions by those wanting to lord their power over her and this question had the smell of a bluff to her. Besides she desperately wanted to know what had happened with Hen and playing games with her captors was unlikely to gain her any favors, "My name is Misty."

"Good," Yenix smiled a mouthful of bright white teeth through his dark beard, "Now. Do you understand who we are and why we are here?"

"You're orc hunters," she said slowly.

"More or less. And would you be so kind as to enlighten us as to why we came to you?"

She swallowed, "I want to speak to Hen."

The tracker who had been preparing a torch, lit it and stood behind Yenix casting his face into an artificial shadow, "Alas," he spoke calmly, "your liaison is detained and in leave of his consciousness. He unwisely met our inquiry with hostility and so we were forced to relieve him of his position."

A sole tear ran down Misty's cheek and she had to choke back a sob as neither her numbness nor resolve were enough to dull the pain of the dagger in her heart. Hen had fought for her and she had been completely ignorant of the struggle that had taken place on her behalf. Now he had lost everything and the responsibility she felt crushed her like a physical weight. She actually slumped a little and the executioner, Hidriht, had to push her back up. 

Yenix resumed speaking in his calm, assured voice, "I understand that this is a lot-"

"Fuck you!" Misty surprised even herself at her rage fuelled outburst as she pushed towards the ambassador.

The dwarf holding her reacted quickly, pressing the knife against her neck with enough pressure to break skin and send a light flow of blood down her throat. He yanked her backwards and growled threateningly into her ear, the bristles of his beard scratching her cheek. Misty stilled, but glared venom. She had managed to fluster Yenix and the tracker quirked a cruel smile.

"Well... quite," the diplomat sighed, "As I was saying; I can empathize with the difficulty of your situation. We are aware that you have been ah... sexually intimate with an orc which is a very serious crime. However, we do not know whether or not your encounter was consensual or not and that could make all the difference for you." Misty knew what was coming even as he continued, "Were you to aid in locating the rogue, I am sure we could be convinced of the latter and the severity of your punishment could be lessened significantly."

She very almost told the dwarf to go fuck himself again when a bleak inspiration struck her. If the Blood Hunters did indeed need her help she might be able to mislead or at least slow them down and give Roaji a better chance of escaping. Though she was no expert she knew well enough that any human caught in Blood Hunter business would end up dead. Hen himself had told her that their main weapon was fear and that they would foster it above all other sentiments.

So she told Yenix what he wanted to hear, "I don't want to die."

He patted her shoulder and Misty forced herself not to flinch away, "And you will not, young lady. Under the provision that, with your assistance, we catch the orc."

The girl nodded and allowed herself to be led from the alley and into the night. She wondered what was wrong with her that she was now risking her life for a creature that was more beast than man. No, that was not fair; he had proved to be sensitive and thoughtful. And just as confusing and aggravating as any other man. If she was going to die, she supposed she wanted to do so for a reason.

The roads leading out of the town were thankfully mostly quiet; the lamps were being lit and some were going about their final business of the day, but most were indoors, either at home or at tavern. Misty kept her head down regardless, making sure not to meet anyone's eyes lest her resolve crack. The tracker set about preparing and lighting a torch before unceremoniously shoving it into Yenix's hands.

"Many thanks, Verity," he said drolly. 

The hunter grumbled before stalking to the front of their funereal procession. They quickly arrived at the town's muddy trade gate whereupon the lone guard there hurriedly brought himself to attention at their approach. Misty recognized him as one of her lad's father; an affable and laid back man who had never given her any trouble and on occasion even covered for her when she came calling on his son. She liked him and having him see her like this roused an awkward shame within her.

"Uh... greetings," he spoke as they formed a line in front of him, then upon recognizing the captive, "Misty? Misty is that you?"

She could only meet his gaze for half a second before having to look away, the urge to plead for help being too great. If he did try, he would only implicate himself and end up sharing her fate, yet she irrationally hoped that he would. 

The ambassador spoke up before the guard could make a decision, "Ho! We wish to make passage. Kindly open yonder portal so that we may make haste!"

There was a long pause before he replied, "Sorry, but the Trade Gate is closed after sundown."

That was a lie. Misty risked a glance at the father to receive a conflicted and frightened face. Was he actually trying to stall them?

Yenix fished a large silver coin from a pocket and made a show of carefully examining it, "Alas, such a delay would be highly undesirable as our business is urgent. Perhaps an understanding could be reached?" he flicked the coin at the guard who fumbled, failing to catch it.

He stared dumbly at the coin as it sank lazily into the mud, Misty recognized it as dwarf metal with value enough to feed a family for a month. The guard visibly and audibly swallowed. She could sympathize with his conundrum and the futility of it and was surprised when he began backing towards his post wherein his weapons lay. 

It was only a single stride away, however the tracker was on him before he was in arm's length and he was stopped cold by a wicked knife pressed to his gut. The height difference between them was comical, almost two feet, but no one was laughing. The guard let out a choking cry as she shoved him into the wall behind then flung the blade. Misty turned away sharply before the sickening thud.

All was still except the dreadful pounding of her heart, then Verity roared in kingish, "Open!"

The knife was embedded in the stone wall less than an inch from the father's head. He was not dead! Misty exhaled shakily and tried to think of a way not to make the situation worse. She did not get the chance though as the guard scrambled for the pulley, opening the gate as quick as he was able. Hidriht gave her a rough nudge and all but the tracker moved through.

"Many thanks," Yenix said cheerfully, "Come along, Verity. We shall revisit this instance upon our return."

The hunter, keeping her eyes fixed on the trembling guard all the while, stomped over to the wall where the blade was still stuck just above her reach. Sparing only an instance to gauge the position of the knife, before returning her steady glare on the father, she slapped the brickwork with one palm causing a jagged crack to shoot up to the dagger pushing it out and depositing it into her other. Then, without a backwards glance she marched out to join her companions and captive. 

As the group trudged down the road towards a fork, Misty heard the heavy gate slam shut behind them. Though she tried not to begrudge the guard his cowardice it was hard to ignore the pain of having someone she had respected turning his back on when she needed help the most. Besides his probably dead son, he also had a wife and younger daughter he was responsible for, did that make his betrayal ok? Was it even a betrayal when they were merely friendly acquaintances? 

"Which way to the orc?" the ambassador cut off her train of thought.

To the left lay a track that would lead past the Meadow of Bloody Tears from where a winding trail could be picked up towards the lone dwarf hole where Roaji had made residence. Misty pointed right, "That way."

"Lie," Verity snarled in kingish. 

The executioner growled and placed his dagger against her rapidly pulsing artery and Misty went even whiter than she was before, "No," she whispered.

Yenix barked at Hidriht and all three dwarfs began a heated discussion in their own tongue. How had the tracker known? Surely Roaji would not have used the human roads to get around? Was Verity, psychic? Could she smell a lie? Whatever it was, the question had almost certainly been a test, which she had failed and lost any trust she could have used as leverage. Misty quietly cursed, she was now well and truly fucked.

****

Surprisingly, three hours later, with the moons high and the dwarfs' torch burning low, Misty was still alive. Verity had picked up a trail that had led into the Meadow of Bloody Tears, then back out and then back in again in a horrendous pattern of zig-zags and criss-crosses. With the exception of the ambassador the dwarfs' tempers were growing increasingly short, to the point where Hidriht had very almost thrown the human at Yenix and deigned speak kingish to threaten her with death if she tried to run. 

For her part, Misty had stayed completely silent after being caught in her lie; she had figured that it was her best defence as she had no way of knowing how much they actually knew. Where the orc actually was, was thankfully still within the ignorant category and the girl wanted to keep it that way. Misty was impressed that Roaji seemed to have that part covered by himself though. One of her boys, his father a trapper, had taught her some basic woodsman's knowledge and she understood enough to realize that the orc had at some point been busy with making a maze of his tracks.

Unfortunately she knew that if the dwarfs found where she and Roaji had original met, and fucked, that the tracker would almost certainly spot where the orc had picked her up and carried her off. So Misty kept her eyes down and her mouth shut, and bided her time. She did not know for what; running and or hiding would be futile with the dwarfs' legendary stamina and skill. Perhaps that big lizard monster would show up and gobble them up, the thought brought a hopeless smile to her lips.

"You find this predicament amusing, girl?" Yenix asked, catching her unawares.

The girl stifled her crazy and went back to her best rock impersonation, ignoring the question. The ambassador huffed for a moment, clearly growing as impatient as his companions, before adopting a tone Misty recognized from her beleaguered childhood teachers, "Tell me Misty. Do you understand the import of our, and by 'our' I mean all of dwarfkind and its representative hunters, task?"

Yenix cleared his throat importantly before continuing, "We are who maintain the law, the balance and above all, the peace. Treaties were formed long before you or I were born. Treaties signed by both the dwarfs and by the orcs in order to bring order and to protect you humans, young and innocent as you were. You see; the gods, in their boundless avarice set the three noble races against each other in a contest of schemes and wars over who would control humankind."

As the dwarf went on Misty was growing increasingly torn between telling him to shove the sanctimonious crap back down his throat or talking with him to stave off the fatalistic thoughts that were thundering through her mind. It was a close fought conflict, but she chose the latter; her temporary vow of silence was growing old anyway and she really, really wanted to stop thinking about how she would probably never see the next sunrise. 

"And you won," she finished the dwarfs tale for him.

The ambassador's expression was a mix of glee, no doubt from the fact he was not talking to himself anymore, and surprise, "What? No, no, you misunderstand. The dwarfs did not win, they chose not to play."

"But..." that did not make sense, "dwarfs have all the power." 

"I can certainly see from your perspective how it might seem that way," Yenix paused for a moment, "Many things have happened since the gods began their sport of mortal suffering. We dwarfs now find ourselves in the position of stewardship over the known world, yet it was not always that way. For almost a - Forgive me, let me give you a brief and sadly inadequate abbreviation of the last four hundred years. When the noble races were first set against each other, only the elves decided to accept the challenge. The dwarfs and orcs formed an alliance and after too much bloodshed, defeated them."

The girl had been taught as much at school, though no mention had been made of the orcs' involvement; only that the dwarfs had fought in defence of the human kingdoms and crushed the elven aggressors, "You fought with the orcs?"

"Oh yes. Back when the orcs could have been considered a singular 'the'. As yonder then, the orcs were a great culture and their cities were incomparable in their beauty."

Misty found herself genuinely curious, "What happened then?"

"The Curse happened, young lady. The gods, as well as setting the noble races against each other, gave each a unique affliction. The dwarfs were able to and still do weather their geas, however the orcs have not been so fortunate. Following the war, over the period of a hundred years, their curse poisoned their society; destroying it and eventually leaving the orcs as the disparate nomadic race they are now. A shadow of their former selves, unable to take their rightful place as partners in our stewardship."

The girl found this all to be a lot to take in; she had never heard of this 'curse'. Her first selfish feeling was panic over whether or not it was contagious. She wanted to know how such events had been allowed to happen, what these curses were and whether or not the dwarf was even telling her the truth. However, with a sinking feeling, even in the thick darkness she realized her surroundings had become scarily familiar and that the party was barely a hundred paces away from where she and Roaji had first met. She had to swallow a fresh surge of panic in order to think, thus it was not too much of a stretch to decide on distraction in the form of hysterics.




Orc Ch. 06



"But that's not fair! Who appointed you as fucking king of the world?" she yelled, halting their procession immediately. 

"Quiet now, girly; making a ruckus is an assured way of attracting the potential lethal ire of my companions," Yenix spoke sharply as the tracker and executioner growled threateningly to illustrate his point.

Misty hesitated for less than half a moment as she courted death, however she was set to a course of action, "Answer the question; what gives you the right?" 

The dwarf sighed "It is not a right; it is a responsibility. Can you not see? If dwarfs do not maintain order then who? Humankind is young and ignorant. The orcs have no leadership and no control. They therefore must be controlled, lest the sadistic contest be reignited and drag the world into another war that could only end with the extinction of another race."

As the ambassador spoke, the girl slowly backed away in a hopeless attempt to change their direction, "Why are you even telling me all this?" she cried.

"Because I feel you deserve to know. Fate has dealt you a cruel hand and-"

"Fuck you!" Misty cut him off looking for the nearest tree to dart behind, anything to frustrate and stall the dwarfs.

"Surely you realize you can neither run nor hide. Now come along quietly lest-"

Yenix was cut off again, however not by Misty this time. Instead there came a frenzied crashing from within the darkness, which was no small feat considering the ground was covered in the Meadow's soft petals. For one glorious moment, she assumed that it must be that huge lizard monster she had seen yesterday; such a distraction made fleeing an only probably suicidal tactic rather than a certain one. Misty could only hope it thought dwarfs were tastier than humans. What emerged stumbling from the night, however, was sadly the least threatening thing she could imagine.

"Let her go," Kentin shouted, his voice cracking.

"Oh for dirt's sake." The ambassador sighed in relief, "Leave now, boy and forget what you have seen lest you share her fate."

All three of the dwarfs had drawn their weapons and they were a formidable sight even as they relaxed in the face of the non-threat. Kentin had a weapon too, Misty's dirk, though he held it shakily. She looked at the weapon longingly, but knew against the dwarfs it would be just as useless in her hands. No, she just needed to get rid of him, the idea of him getting killed on her behalf would be enough to break her resolve to protect Roaji.

"Kentin," she hissed, "get out of here! You can't help!"

The preacher's son ignored her and addressed Yenix, "You are operating outside of your jurisdiction, Ambassador," his voice was unsteady as his sword grip, but he carried on, "You have not followed the correct protocol and therefore cannot hold a human captive."

That actually flustered the waxy dwarf, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me correctly, sir. Blood Hunter law prevents you from laying hands on a human without three of the five local authorities granting you prior permission."

Misty could not stop hiccupping a laugh; Kentin was right. The Lord and head of the constabulary were away on the back lines of the border war, leaving only the church, council and dwarf liaison in power. Even though she was certain that Kentin's father and the angry mothers on the council would have certainly signed her death warrant; because Hen had fought the hunters they did not have a majority upon which to act. In a show of confidence that she wished she actually felt, Misty went to stand beside the boy. 

Kentin's eyes went to the cut on her throat and dried blood down her front, "Are you alright?"

She gave him a little smile "Well I'm not dead. How did you find me?"

He scrupled, "I've... been busy. I'm going to try to get us out of here ok?"

The girl nodded, though after a quick appraisal of the dwarfs she knew they were not safe yet. Verity and Hidriht had brought their weapons back to the ready and Yenix was scowling furiously at the two humans. 

Kentin must have sensed the same, as he spoke hurriedly, "Seeing as you have no rule here, I will return her to a cell. Farewell."

Misty did not like the sound of the cell bit, but she trusted the boy enough to play along and let herself be pulled away. 

They did not make it a single step before the ambassador called, "Halt. This scenario is not as clear cut as you would have make it out and I feel you possess full knowledge of said fact." 

The preacher's son tensed and Misty swore to herself; it could not have been that easy could it? She reached for Kentin's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. As much as she just wanted to tell the dwarfs to sit on her finger and spin her best chance was to allow the linguistic joust to continue without her direct involvement.

She still had to nudge him to continue, however as the handholding was making him idiotically blush, "Then you have me at a disadvantage, sir," Kentin squeaked before finding his voice again, "Please clarify your meaning."

"I speak of your dwarf liaison. His judgement has been impaired and is therefore of no validity, thus we retain the majority of the present authority."

"Our dwarf liaison is more of a-" the boy growled in an ultra-rare demonstration of anger before having to stop himself. As close as Misty was to Hen, she knew that he was closer. In fact it had been a prepubescent Kentin, desperate for knowledge; that had changed the former dourly reclusive dwarf into the kind hearted crèche running dwarf she knew today. He started again, "That still does not bring you into the majority. If you report having no confidence in our liaison, then you must also await his trial before presuming upon a replacements decision."

"You are beginning to try me, boy."

"I should hope so."

Misty decided she had never been as proud of anyone as she was of Kentin at that moment. While she had been sure of the ambassador's bullshit from the moment he opened his mouth, she was not equipped to call him on it.

Yenix was clearly losing patience and could see his struggle to retain his veneer, "We have reason to believe that the orc we hunt has magical talent and is thus a special case with special circumstances. As such-"

The human interrupted, "All the more reason to return to my town and form a militia in order to hunt the beast properly."

"Now listen here-" Yenix began, however, Misty's attention had focused on the executioner who, apparently sick of the back and forth, had raised a throwing axe.

"No!" she screamed and launched herself at Kentin.

Unfortunately the boy was so focused on Yenix that he was oblivious to the incoming attack. What was worse was that he had planted himself so firmly that Misty's shove only made him stumble and reach to catch her, pulling her back up and into the path of the projectile. She closed her eyes in defeat; at least she would save Kentin's life.

There was a wet thunk followed by the swish of the axe in flight. That did not make any sense. Should it not have been the other way around? It took Misty a moment to realize she had not been hit and another to meet Kentin's panicked eyes to confirm that he too was unscathed. Still in his arms, she turned herself around only to see Hidriht stagger as he looked down at a spear point protruding from his chest.

To their credit, the dwarfs reacted quickly even as more spears shot from seemingly nowhere into their dimming pool of torchlight. Verity began bellowing at her allies, moving to protect the executioners flank; deflecting another javelin with disturbing ease. Yenix shot the humans a murderous glance before turning only barely in time so that a projectile aimed at him only glanced off his shoulder. With what Misty needed no translation to discern as a curse, the ambassador moved to help Hidriht who was still somehow standing. 

The warrior dwarf had already seized the shaft impaling him and was managing to gradually draw it the rest of the way through, though the blood oozing from him was making it increasingly difficult. Misty could not help but maudlinly watch as Yenix moved in and took grip of the weapon and after a brief nod from Hidriht yanked it the rest of the way out. The executioner roared in pain and rage, already unclasping the great-axe on his back. The tracker was digging rune stones out of a pouch with her free hand. 

Misty tore her vision from the dwarfs and back to Kentin, trying to work out what was going on and what she should do, "We need to get out-" she managed before a huge flash of light scared the shit out of her.

Kentin screamed, covering his eyes with his arm, clearly blinded. The girl prayed it was only temporary as she dragged him to the cover of the nearest tree, daring a quick glance back. What she could only describe as a small star was levitating slowly upwards to canopy level from Verity's outstretched palm. A huge swath of the Meadow was now brightly illuminated from its light.

Her attention was drawn back to Kentin when he began shaking her arm, he said, "Please run, Misty!"

She was frightened to notice that he was not looking directly at her and that his eyes were raw and glazed, "Can you see?"

He hesitated, "A little. But I'll be fine, it's you they want. Please, just get out of here."

"Don't be an idiot, I won't leave you here. What's going on any- Oh fuck, it's Roaji!" 

She desperately tried to put together what was actually happening. Had they both come to save her? Were they working together? The timing was so perfect that they must be. The thought that they were both risking their lives for her filled her with hope and dread. She scoured the forest for sight of the orc.

It was the dwarfs who found him first, though. All she had to do was follow the trajectory of the axes Hidriht and Yenix were throwing at him; the tracker was busy with her runes again. Roaji was perched high among the branches of a tree wearing next to nothing as usual except his loincloth and this time a thick sash that holstered a large quiver of spears on his back. As soon as she spotted him though, he disappeared in a flurry of petals he set loose with a kick. The axes flew through the cloud hitting nothing. The orc really had come to save her.

And then the earth began to shake.

****

Roaji leapt above the canopy, damning the rigidity of the trees here. Were he in the swamp jungles nearer to home he could have used the suppleness of the branches there to launch himself tens of feet and maintain a perpetual element of surprise. Not so here, however, where he was limited by his own strength and his every move was chronicled by showers of crimson flora. He made a token effort to maintain his surprise by launching a couple of spears through the upper reaches of the trees, thus creating false trails, but he knew the time for direct confrontation was soon. 

Unfortunately, such an encounter would not be even remotely in his favour. The majority of dwarfs were experts at their chosen profession and these three had given him no reason to doubt that they were any different. To fight a single dwarf, an earth elemental in all but form, on solid ground was tantamount to receiving a death writ and here he faced a trio. But Roaji was not about to let Misty perish for the sole crime of crossing his path.

Besides, Roaji was no stranger to the art of violence and he was among the small number of orcs to have faced dwarfs and lived. In fact he even counted a handful of kills among his achievements. Granted those occasions had been mostly at times and places of his choosing, but considering dwarfs' extreme sturdiness and skill such accomplishments were not diminished. Even so, here he faced a battle he knew he was unlikely to win.

Misty; for her he would fight this no win scenario. Not because he loved her, for he had only known her a few days. Not because he hated the dwarfs, though he expected them to be fully cognizant of the hypocrisy of their so called justice. But because he had brought this danger upon the girl and out here he did not have to play the coward. Out here he had his freedom and autonomy and he would kill anyone who tried to take it from him.

And then the earth began to shake.

The tracker was saturating the ground with magic in order to gain mastery over the surroundings. It was an expected play and Roaji wished that the executioner had not forced the orc to make him his first target. He would have much rather used his surprise attack to incapacitate the group's magic user. Within moments a thick cloud of mud and dust had risen into the air, obscuring his vision and aim. He used the last of his perception to pin a handful of spears into the tree trunks closest to the dwarfs for emergency use then dropped down silently onto the ground.

As quiet as he was, the ground was ensorcelled letting the dwarfs know exactly where he had landed and knives and axes shot unerringly towards the orc through the dense dust cloud. Roaji was already elsewhere, however, and gone again as the next flight sought him. One dwarf called what Roaji knew to be a 'hold fire' and the orc grinned; they had sussed his strategy quickly, but he still doubted they had many projectiles left. 

Swiftly, before the dwarfs could employ a new stratagem, the orc selected a specific spear and cut his thumb on the point before smearing the blood along the shaft. He then leapt at the dwarfs high, so as to pass over them. As he did so the blood vanished into the wood and Roaji felt the magic within the weapon prime. As the orc anticipated, the hunters were ready for him and the injured warrior stopped the spear thrust at his heart with practised ease, very almost tearing it from Roaji's grasp. The orc did not cease moving with his weapon however, using the executioner's solid grip on it as a pole vault to extend his jump well past them. Before Roaji landed again the spear exploded.

The scent of blood filled the orc's nostrils as the dwarfs were slashed by splinters and he felt the fluid lusting beast within him stir. He quashed it grudgingly, this fight he could only win by being smarter than his opponents. He was moving again the moment his bare feet hit turf, drawing his most sturdy spear just in time to deflect a dagger a dwarf had held back. Roaji felt the blow vibrate all the way to his spine; he had forgotten how preternaturally strong his enemy could be.

He zig zagged through the sediment filled air making his path erratic as possible and cursing the dwarfs and their runes. Normally a magically talented being could only effect their attuned element through direct touch, however through the use of their runes, dwarfs had discovered a way to use the latent energy in air and water as a medium through which to channel their will into the connected earth. Given enough time, they would be able to make the dirt 'smart' enough to discern, target and likely flaw him alive. 

Roaji had no intention of giving them that time, but he indulged himself a quick look to see if he could spot Misty through the levitating soil. 

Would she look at him in fear, awe or rage? One of the things that attracted him to her so much was that he could never guess what she would do next or how she would react. With a greater sense of regret than he was expecting he failed to catch sight of her, but his moment was over and he had a job to do.

At this point, clever tricks and moves would only serve to delay his defeat. If he had any hope of beating the dwarfs now, it would be through direct confrontation with enough distraction to prevent them from enacting a magical technique he could not counter or avoid. If his exploded spear had left them with open wounds, he would at least have a better chance of taking them down with him. 

Roaji came at his enemy low, swinging his spear widely; thrusting against an opponent armed with axes was a sure way of finding himself disarmed. He had hoped to get some time to neuter the magically able tracker, yet the executioner was at the front again shielding his allies. He was in dire condition; pin cushioned by large splinters, one having blinded an eye and his earlier chest wound still seeping, but he was still standing. A few feints answered by sluggish parries was enough for the orc to know that it would take little to finish him off, to do so though would leave him open to the other two.

Quicker than the warrior could hope to catch, the orc slid through an opening to get at the female, attacking with an overhead smash for maximum distraction; dwarfs in particular were paranoid about falling objects. To his dismay though, she met his attack with an even swifter one of her own and he barely twisted around a dagger thrust to his throat. Too unwieldy for close quarters he flicked his weapon by the haft into the air and spun his dodge into a heel spin to her jaw. Though it felt like he had just kicked a boulder, the tracker staggered and Roaji reached for his falling weapon to push his advantage.

The warrior beat him to it, arcing his axe to crash through the spear and down upon the orc. Roaji flung himself backwards crudely suffering a glancing blow to his chest and landing several feet back with a crash. He pulled himself up with a cough that made his vision swim as agony threatened to steal his consciousness. The orc snarled through the pain, drawing his remaining two spears and hoping that his ribs were only cracked and not broken or his last stand would be shorter than he had hoped. Setting his spears parallel against his forearms in a defensive stance, he met the dwarfs charge with a roar.

****

Misty swatted away Kentin's hand as he again tried to pull her away from the swirling melee. It was still difficult to see through the dust cloud Verity had summoned, but she could still make out Roaji's much larger silhouette as it dashed around and against the two smaller ones of the tracker and executioner. It was difficult to tell who was winning however, from the fact that it was always the orc who retreated and never the dwarfs, if she had to guess; the Hunters had the upper hand. 

Yenix was moving some distance away, outside of the cloud, seemingly looking for an opening in which to help.

"Please, Misty," Kentin was sounding increasingly desperate, his sight having returned.

"We can't just leave him! He came to save us."

"Yes, he did. But he made me promise to get you out of here if it came to violence." 

The girl spun on him, "What?!"

"I'm sorry, I tried to get them to let you go, but the orc must've seen them about to attack."

She shook her head, "No. You spoke to Roaji? Since when were you two speaking? What the fuck?"

"Um, when I heard that the Hunters had you, I figured I might need help. So I found Roaji was it? And he helped me find you," the boy looked abashed.

"But how did you even find him? The dwarfs had us going in circles for hours."

"Well I kind of bumped into him last night and noticed he was wearing a herbalist's garb and-"

"Never mind," Misty interrupted, "explain later. Give me that," she snatched the dirk that he was holding limply.

He stared at the weapon dumbly for a moment before understanding her intent, "Misty, no! This isn't a bar fight; they'll kill you."

Misty surprised herself when she leaned in to kiss Kentin tenderly, "Thank you for coming for me, but I can't let anyone else get hurt because of me."

Further protests died on his lips and the girl turned and marched towards Yenix. She had no clue what she would or even could do against the dwarf besides annoy him enough to make herself a decoy; but she was sick of everyone fighting but her. The army had taken her boys from her and with them the life she had made. Now these dwarfs had come, destroyed Hen's livelihood and were poised to kill the man who had given her a passionate reprieve from her anguish. To say she was angry would be an understatement. She poured her rage into her father's long dagger and swung, the ambassador did not even hear her coming.




Orc Ch. 06



Not that it mattered. It felt like she had just struck a brick house and while the dwarf did recoil in shock and pain, he did not fall.

"Stupid girl," he said before punching her off her feet.

****

As the orc wove himself between attacks, he found he could only admire his opponents. The executioner and tracker moved almost in unison, closing openings as fast as he noticed them and mutually supporting each other in ways his people would have trouble conceiving of let alone achieving. Competition between orc males was brutally fierce; the spirit of cooperation but a ghost. Even the martially unskilled ambassador was doing his part by staying out of the melee. That dwarf was behind him somewhere and Roaji had to force himself not to worry; they had not brought crossbows and he was still confident that they had exhausted their supply of throwing weapons.

Except perhaps the wily female whose skill and speed was extraordinary. As fast as she was though, the orc was faster and he had no plans to play into their battle of attrition. He had been holding back his magic abilities, on account that the dwarfs would no doubt be able to quickly nullify it, for a decisive attack and now was the time.

The orc was down to a single spear so he shot back to spin around a tree, plucking another he had planted earlier. Dual wielding again he wove a rapid pattern of attacks that his enemies could not hope to match, bringing himself as close to them as he dared. Were they human or orc they would have been torn to ribbons by the flurry of slashes, yet the earthen adversaries merely endured his storm. As expected the warrior kept himself juxtaposed as the hunter's shield as she moved round warily waiting for her chance to counter. This time, she did not get her chance.

Roaji energized his alchemical powers in a rush, drawing his blood from the dozen odd cuts he had accrued during the fight and formed as many scarlet vipers from them. In an instant he went from humanoid to a writhing mass of hissing death. Some blood snakes spat burning venom at the two dwarfs, other stretched out to snap viciously at them. The orc quickly became lightheaded as he used his blood as a weapon, but did not falter adding his voice to the serpents' shrieks. If they wanted to consider him a monster, he would give them one.

The highly acidic blood caught the executioner full in the face, blinding him and he staggered back. The female had covered her face in time and was already readying what Roaji had no doubt were nullification runes, so he threw both his spears at her one after the other. She must have anticipated the attack as she dodged the first with a duck, the second however found its mark, slamming into her arm and scattering her stones.

He male dwarf unfortunately decided he was not out of the fight yet and the orc scarcely avoided a clumsy swing. A few of his serpents were beheaded, splashing harmlessly into the ground as they were separated from their font. Roaji did not allow himself to lose his beat and twisted around the axe and the warrior holding it ended up behind him. The orc took hold of the dwarf's skull, finding the open wounds on his face and letting their blood merge. As soon as they were linked he flooded energy into the executioners head and gave the fluid within a single command: boil.

The dwarf was dead before he even had a chance to scream, collapsing at the orc's feet, red steam pouring from every orifice. Roaji wobbled on his feet, tired and reluctant to take satisfaction in the grizzly kill, still; one down. The tracker was still gathering her fallen runes and the orc took an unsteady, yet purposeful step towards her. Then a scream cut through the air.

It was Misty. He spun away from his prey looking for the source. He could not fail. Not now. A metaphorical dagger stabbed into his heart and then a literal one went into his back.

Roaji fell to one knee as his strength finally failed him, a moment later his magic failed too. He recognized the poison entering his blood immediately, though he had never experienced it personally or seen it in action. News of its use and effects travelled quickly among the scattered orc settlements. When Blood Hunters were able to subdue a rogue orc without killing him they would almost always transport them to another human region, infect them and set them loose.

First the toxin would strip the orc of any magical ability, then over the course of a few days it would drive its victim mad; stripping them of their reason, empathy and all else that separated man from beast. The orc would subsequently go on a mad rampage, killing anything in its path until either the dwarfs responsible re-emerged posing as saviours to eliminate the threat or a terrified human militia managed to take it down. Even if Roaji miraculously survived the next few minutes, he was regardless, a dead man.

With difficulty he reached back to pull the blade from his shoulder and as he feared it was little more than a stiletto, designed only to pierce and infect rather than kill. He dropped it to the petal covered ground, turning just in time to see the tracker levitate a rock into her hand and then slam said rock into his head. Roaji snarled at her, refusing to go down quietly. The dwarf smiled maliciously back at him, then hit him again.

Everything went black for a moment and the next thing he knew he was on his back with the female straddling his torso. She held the poisoned blade, examining it with calm curiosity. As soon as she noticed he was conscious she asked in unexpectedly clear orcish, "What to do with you, dwarf killer?"

Roaji tried to move, however the dwarf slammed a fist down on his bruised ribs, paralyzing him with pain. The orc sputtered in burning misery, struggling to remain awake and clearheaded. In the distance he thought he could make out grunting and the sound of cloth and flesh being rent. It really was over.

The tracker continued, "I don't know if I desire more to kill you now or watch you suffer, thad'duick," the last word was dwarfish. It did not translate well but roughly meant, 'one who is unworthy of receiving a god's blessing.' 

She leaned down to slice open his cheek with the stiletto glaring at him triumphantly all the while, daring him to defy her again. Only when he felt his tears mix with the blood did he realize he was crying, yet he was beyond shame, "Misty!" he cried.

"Roaji?" a weak, confused, but very much alive voice called back.

The dwarf and orc's eyes met as both suddenly realized their roles were reversed. Rage and purpose thrummed through him, emanating as a snarl that ended only when his sharp teeth found her throat. She tried to stab him, he batted the weapon away. She tried to pummel him, he ignored the pain. The orc pulled her close and tore.

****

Misty's entire body shook as she forced the blade into Yenix's back again and again. The dwarf was surely dead, but she had to make sure. Everything had happened so quickly; she had tried to fight the dwarf, yet he was too strong. Then Kentin had charged in, practically bouncing off the ambassador. Yenix had then attacked the boy, pinning him to the ground and drawing his sword. From somewhere beyond desperation, the girl had leapt onto Yenix's back and found the strength to force her sword into the stone. 

The dwarf had stopped struggling now, almost certainly dead, yet she had to be sure. She stabbed again and again, Kentin's pleas for her to stop barely registering. She forced her trembling blood soaked hands to hold the hilt tighter so she could force the weapon through as many times as it would take to be absolutely certain they could not take anything from her again.

"Misty!" a plaintive cry that could not possibly belong to her strong orc called to her.

Barely trusting her own voice she managed to respond in query, "Roaji?"

She could not see him through the floating dirt, then after a long moment, as if by magic, the veil of particles unexpectedly dropped. She quickly spotted Roaji as he rolled a limp and bloody Verity off of his chest.

The lazy bastard was lying down! She could not believe that the orc had the audacity to be relaxing at a time like this. Yet, all of a sudden, lying down did not seem like such a bad idea after all. Leaving her dirk in the dwarf she allowed herself to flop backwards into the soft bed of red petals with a sigh. 

She reached out her hand towards the orc and several feet away he reached back to her.



Orc Ch. 07



The girl hugged her arms tight around herself in a futile attempt to ward off the chill deep within her. She wished she could blame the weather for the numbing sensation, but the night air was warm and humid. Every night since the dwarfs she had been wakened early by nightmares of guilt and death and tonight was no different. This time, after butchering Yenix she had turned her blade on Kentin, mechanically plunging her weapon into his chest over and over as he begged and pleaded with her to stop. She left the small campsite in a hurry, hoping that she would at least not throw up this time.

Though the sun had not risen yet, evidence of its imminence painted the horizon and gave Misty enough to walk by. She headed upwards, picking her way through sickly thin trees and brown shrubbery, towards the cliff side. The orc had brought them to the cliffs yesterday and they had spent the full day navigating the circumference of the gigantic site, though keeping a safe distance away from the edge. Roaji had only allowed her a brief glimpse of the marvels that lay beyond the precipice and what she had seen was beyond her imagination. Only exhaustion prevented her from sprinting up the slope to hopefully see it again. 

She was out of breath regardless upon arrival at the crest, however it was worth it. Beneath her stretched a city the size of which she would have thought impossible. It was half sunken, abandoned as far as she could tell and its spiral spires tilted as if collapsing in slow motion, yet it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen. The decaying architecture was possessed of smooth concave shapes where almost all roofs were shallow basins and remaining elevated walkways connected the large cream stone buildings. In the distance, beyond the city, Misty could just make a vast stretch of water that must have been the ocean.

A light haze hung over the metropolis; from the scant few words Roaji had said to her, mostly warnings, the girl assumed that that was the malaise that rendered the city uninhabitable. She noticed now that there was not even plant life down there even though seemingly the place had been empty for decades or maybe even centuries and by rights should be overgrown. There were no streets, only waterways; it was a dead orc city and was probably the most beautiful and sad thing Misty had ever seen.

She wished Kentin were here to see it, he would likely cum in his pants. Misty dearly wished that he would come to terms with the fact that he had been left behind. There was no way he could survive living amongst orcs, he was soft, sensitive and frankly cowardly. She had given him the slip by having Roaji growl at him, thus making him faint. He deserved better; he had been the one to sew up the orc's wounds and organize provisions. Daily she would have a moment of regret, however the savage swamp lands were no place for a learned man. They were no place for wayward wenches either, but she was set on a path now, chosen or not, and she would not disgrace herself by faltering. 

The sun crested the horizon, slicing through the morning mists like an uncompromising giant. The girl absently wondered that if orcs were water, dwarfs were earth and elves were air, was the sun some sort of ultimate fire deity? The sharp light stung her tired eyes and she had to look away back down the slope, towards Roaji. 

When they had set off together she had not known what to expect. Before the dwarfs, their primary communication form had been smooshing their genitals together and their spoken language barrier was definitely a problem. Misty did not speak a word of orcish and the orc's kingish was rudimentary at best. For the first two days of travel it did not matter as she was still in shock from taking Yenix's life and as far as she could recall the orc had let her be. On the third morn, the dam burst and she had sobbed hysterically for what felt like hours. Roaji had gone to her in an instant and had held her to his chest through it all. 

They had spent the rest of the day in awkward but earnest conversation and Misty had started feeling like herself again and that maybe, just maybe her life might not be over. She had put the moves on the orc that night and everything seemed to be fine until, mid kiss, he had pushed her away. It was the first time she had ever seen him look frightened and he offered only one word in explanation, 'poison'.

The following day he had barely looked her in the eyes, instead rattling through a stream of instructions and warnings. He had grown increasingly frustrated with his poor kingish and when Misty had reached out to comfort him he had flinched away as if burned. From what she could gather from him, she learned that he had a lot of secrets he wished hidden from his people. 'Don't tell them that we killed the dwarfs', 'Don't tell them we fucked', 'Don't tell them I can use magic'. The girl's shaky optimism was quickly quashed by the understanding that where they were going, she would have to lie to protect Roaji.

There was nothing for it aggravatingly. Only another orc with magical talents could draw the toxin from Roaji. Kentin had explained it to her; it was a slow acting poison of the mind that would drive the orc into an unquenchable rage. It would not kill him directly, however it would remove his sense of self preservation and orcs affected had been known to die of thirst or starvation. Even in her post-kill addled state Misty had resolved to get her orc back to his people. He had saved her life and it was only fair that she should return the favor.

Over the last few days he had been growing visibly worse. His once graceful movements had become sluggish and forced. He refused to look her in the eyes anymore and he infrequently growled to himself in orcish. His once lush brown and green skin grew more ashen by the day and he seemed to have as much trouble sleeping as she did. Just thinking about it made Misty want to go back and check on him. She took one last lingering look at the desolate cityscape as the light caught its water and it began to gleam. 

****

Misty found the orc awake and fumbling with a length of rope, seemingly attempting and failing to tie himself up. She had foreseen such a precaution, but it still irked her that he had not asked her for help when it was clearly a task he could not perform himself. Alarmingly, his complexion seemed to have blanched even more overnight, though she hoped it was just a trick of the lack of light.

The orc's massive pack beast watched the girl approach with her usual lack of interest. After the fight with the dwarfs, seeing the huge snot spewing lizard waiting for them at Roaji's appropriated dwarf hole had been the shock that brought her back to her senses. Even now, the sight of the beast unnerved her, how could it not? She was an almost twenty foot long collection of scales and spines, and her mouth was large enough to swallow a person whole. The fact that she seemed more docile than a cow and her fore and hind legs were spread flat behind her in the most unthreatening manner possible did not assuage Misty's mild terror at the sight of Snotty. Roaji had told Misty the monster's real name, but she could not pronounce it and Snotty seemed more apt due to her mucus dispensing tendencies. The girl had hoped that giving the lizard a pet name might help with her unease, however she still jumped whenever Snotty opened her maw to suck in a cloud of bugs or an unwary bird.

Misty did her best to ignore the monster, going straight to the orc. She made no attempt to sneak, but Roaji still jumped in surprise when she entered his view. For a fleeting moment their gaze met, however the orc quickly looked away. 

Perhaps it was the image of the hopeless dead city burned into her mind or general fatigue that spurred her into no bullshit mode, but either way she angrily said, "No," and moved in to put her arms around his expansive chest.

The orc tensed and then squirmed in her grip, nevertheless she held on tight. She was not going to let Roaji push her away, physically or metaphorically, they had come too far now. 

Ultimately though, the orc was stronger and wrested her away, deigning to meet her eyes and growled, "Misty. Poison."

"But you're still fighting it! You're still you."

"No. Too strong," he looked at her feet, "Want to hurt. Hurt you."

"I trust you," it was a half-truth; she felt he needed her to trust him.

His deep voice rolled in hurt, "Misty."

"I trust you."

The orc considered her for several long heart beats before profering the rope to her, "Help."

She had been trying to avoid the idea that Roaji would lose himself and leave her out in the wilderness alone; that they would make it to help before it came to that. The rope represented the end of her faint hope to be spared from the frightening responsibility of keeping them both alive. Yet it had to be done. She was mostly certain that her orc would not asked to be restrained to shirk a burden. So she nodded.

It was not easy. Roaji shifted around to indicate he wanted his wrists tied behind his back. Misty had little experience with knotting and it took numerous attempts to satisfy him, but she managed to twist the rope into what looked complicated and messy enough to need a knife to cut him free. She gave him a brave smile and then pressed her cheek to his smooth chest.

She whispered, "You're still you."

She nestled closer against him as he mumbled at her in his native tongue. His body maintained its usual abnormal heat despite his loss of color. He was covered in a light gleam of sweat though it had lost its acidic properties, she could only assume that that was a bad sign. 

"You're going to be fine," the girl stated. 

Misty leaned up for a kiss and after a moment of hesitation he accepted it with a tilt of his head. She parted his dry lips with her tongue, feeling the points of his teeth with the tip. The girl tenderly pecked at her tall savior continuing her quiet assurances. She smiled a little shyly when she felt his penis stir against her belly.

"Well I'm up for it if-" Misty was cut off when the orc forced his mouth back over hers.

His tongue invaded her, forcefully dominating her own. The girl moaned into his kiss, allowing his heady passion to infect her. Misty wedged her hand between their bodies to press her palm against his growing hardness. She reveled in the vitality of his thick member; even if the rest of him was waning, his cock remained as eager as ever.

She released his manhood to explore other aspects of his fighter's physique, however she felt him go tense. A growl rose up from within the orc that rumbled so aggressively that it reverberated in her own throat. 

She broke the kiss, "What is it?"

Concern snapped into panic when she realized the orc towering over her was no longer her Roaji, but something else. His usual twinkling, intelligent black eyes had become foggy and unfocused. His poise and grace were replaced with a straining hunch. How had he changed so fast? The beast snarled down at the small human and lunged. 

Misty jumped backwards from the attack, saved from harm by the rope still restraining his wrists. The orc stumbled and fell to the dry, rocky ground. As he scrambled clumsily back to his feet, the girl looked around for anything with which to defend herself. Unfortunately Roaji was now between her and the supply laden lizard which regarded them with a useless sleepy apathy.

"Roaji!" she cried, he jumped, "No!"

Despite knowing the futility, the girl dodged and ran. She barely made it five paces before the orc barreled into her, knocking her face first to the ground. She spat out a mouthful of dust and scrabble to escape as Roaji pressed her against the earth. In her panic it took her a handful of pounding heartbeats to realize that the monster was not trying to tear her to shreds but rather was dry humping her ass. Well.

As uncomfortable as it was being pressed into the dirt, Misty could only cough in relief that she was not being murdered. Horny maniacs were easier to handle for her than homicidal ones. Was it Roaji's lust for her that was messing with the poison's violence urging effects or was sexual violence one of its usual symptoms? She did not know, however she did know she could and should use it to her advantage. 

Very grateful that the orc had prioritized the issue of binding his hands, Misty awkwardly reached her own back to palm the cock currently trying to saw its way through her travelling skirts. The unhinged beast grunted when she slipped her fingers into his loose fitting breeches to start kneading the enflamed head of his erection. The girl quickly achieved the desired effect of stopping him from driving her into the crusty soil and managed to turn herself over for a better angle. As long as she kept her digits on or around his feverously hot manhood she found her broken lover to be as malleable as a newborn kitten.

"Up," Misty commanded, using the orc's penis as a rudder with which to steer him.

The girl could not tell if he understood her verbal direction, but he certainly responded to her physical cues. The orc now possessed all the elegance of a flightless bird. Getting him to shuffle to where she needed was a balancing act between keeping him sufficiently stimulated and distracted, and making sure he did not trip on the stony ground. For her it was the least erotic sexual favor she had ever performed, yet the beast seemed slack jawed and happy.

Having thought that however, she still did have what she considered to be the best dick currently in her grasp. The contrast between his shaft and glans was even more striking than ever due to the pallid hue his skin had acquired. His rich plum looked even more appetizing as a result. Roaji had always been reticent about receiving oral even though he had showed no such restraint when performing it himself and he had still not explained as to why. Misty guessed that it was probably to do with him being attuned to liquid and that he maybe considered his sperm to be sacred or some other such bullshit.

Having successfully maneuvered the orc back to Snotty, the girl searched around for anything with which to secure one monster to the other. As Misty feared, the task quickly proved troublesome as the orc grumbled and shifted aggressively whenever her focus slipped from pleasuring his cock. Stretching to untie a large brace of herbs, the girl was not prepared when Roaji thrust his hips at her, bumping her away. The brute snarled at her and she could see his shoulders tense as he strained to snap his bindings.

The growl rose to a roar, eyes wide with alarm, Misty could scarce believe it when the restraints began to snap. In a fit of desperation fueled madness she dashed back before the monster could fully free himself, dropped to her knees, cupped his balls and brought his cock between her lips. Again stopped mid rampage the orc teetered backwards and the human had to move fast to maintain contact. Fortunately the adrenaline in her system afforded her the speed she needed and crisis was averted.

More secure in her position, Misty sucked the thick cock head into her mouth and lavished it with her tongue. Roaji was the biggest she had ever had and that fact was even more apparent as she went down on him. The orc's smooth slippery glans almost entirely filled her mouth, scorching it with heat and a salty, spicy flavor. His taste was alien and intoxicating, and for a moment Misty became lost in the sensation of him crackling upon her taste buds.

Pleasuring the beast with a long drawn out suck, the girl considered her position. In a brief instant of weakness Misty thought to distract the orc long enough for her to make a safe getaway, however she knew she could not, would not do that to him. She needed to get Roaji tied up again, that was their only hope and to do so she knew she had to stay the course of controlling him through sex.

No, that was not true; she wanted to control the orc via his pleasure. He had denied her the use of fellatio during their previous lovemaking and that prohibition had only served to make her want to perform the act even more. She supposed that made her more of a floozy than she had thought herself, however in a battle of sexual dominance shame was the mood killer. And it was another struggle between them she knew; both their lives were now in her hands and the danger was no longer implied but very real. 

Misty decided she should not think about that and just focus on blowing the brute. She wrapped her fist around the top of his hefty shaft to give herself some control if the orc tried to thrust, his girth was such that she could easily choke. Keeping her grip so tight that she could feel the blood pulsing through the cock she started in earnest with long slow pumps. On each upstroke she flicked her tongue lightly at the sensitive crinkly tip of his foreskin. On the down-stroke she peeled the skin back to give the glans a gentle suck.

There was a quiver in the orc's next growl, yet it was a growl nonetheless and the girl could feel a growing tension in his thighs that spoke of action. Apparently poisoned crazy Roaji did not appreciate the slower teasing part of Misty's favorite blowjob routine. Fine. She pulled the fold back and sucked the full plum into her so that it was pressed against the roof of her mouth. The girl upped the beat of her fist and swaddled the cock with her tongue, drawing more flavors from its swollen head. 

The monster's growls diminished into groans and the strain left his muscles. Maintaining her assault, Misty milked a drizzle of precum from his member, the taste of which sent shocks arcing around her womb. Her pussy grew moist and needy and the girl found herself squeezing her thighs together in pleasure. She moaned around the meat filling her mouth and hoped her response was due to her attraction to Roaji and not some weird orc thing.

The beast was jerking his hips towards her now making any kind of precision pleasuring impossible so Misty quickly spat into her palm to give him something wet to thrust into. She continued frenziedly licking and sucking on his leaking spicy sex though she wondered whether that was now more for his or her benefit. The girl took his testes into her freer hand to fondle them and give herself a moments warning for the impending eruption.

She did not have to wait long as the orc's heavy ball sac was soon tightening and his shaft straining. Misty thought it best that she did not take the load in her mouth and that she should definitely aim the primed cock away, yet she hesitated and moment was gone. The penis grew hotter still, lurched and then began splashing a thick flood of semen across her tongue. She swallowed his continuing offerings with a mad hunger as his essence set off a chain of fireworks within her core. It was a bizzarre sensation that felt like the interior of her sexual organs were being simultaneously enflamed and soothed. 

Once it was over, she could not tell if she had experienced orgasm or not. Roaji most certainly had as the large amounts of ejaculate coating her throat, mouth and chin could attest. Nevertheless Misty felt weak and not even slightly up to subduing an orc, sexually sedated or no. Then the beast spoke and the shock, fear and pain in his voice chilled her heart.

"Misty?" Roaji said, and Misty could tell it was him again, "Why? Why?"

"I..." she could imagine how she must look, on her knees before him covered in sweat and cum. Had she betrayed him? The hurt in his eyes pained her more than a physical blow and she almost began to cry. However, she did not. After all that had happened she was harder now. She wiped the semen off of her chin with the back of her hand, had to resist the urge to lick it up and forced herself to her feet, "You lost control and attacked me. I had to do something."




Orc Ch. 07



The orc frowned as he tried to process her words, "No..."

Unnerved by his confusion, Misty focused on the task at hand. When they had first embarked on their journey, Roaji had insisted on packing as much stuff as possible from his borrowed dwarf hole and loading it onto the giant lizard. This was done using a large tent shaped harness that sported several rope racks and a hammock on each side. It did not take long for the girl to concoct a plan.

Without ceremony she began to unload Snotty as quickly as she could manage; she asked Roaji, "Are you going to help?"

"Stop," the orc groaned, "Need craft for people."

Misty did not stop, "If we don't get you home soon, you'll die. You're too far gone to walk the rest of the way so you need to be carried."

"Poison..."

"Yes the poison is starting to control you so we don't have any choice," the harness began to tilt as she took away its balance.

Roaji spoke weakly, it was hard to believe he had been so frighteningly imposing only moments before, "No, my poison. Poison you."

Fear ran through her, "You and Kentin said the poison couldn't affect humans."

"No, my poison... My poison."

What the fuck was he talking about? His poison? The orc slumped to the ground in a daze forcing Misty to push these new concerns to the side, she would need Roaji's help to get him into the sling and he could not do that if he was unconscious of berserk. She found herself literally tearing off the remnants of the orc's collected provisions, dashing round to unload the other side before she lost him again.

When she was satisfied that there was enough space to fit the orc she returned to hear him muttering, "Misty... sorry. Sibyl's curse... forgive me."

Ignoring the drowsy beast's words she shouted, "Roaji! Get up. I need you to get up!"

Heading lolling he gave her a pleading look, "Please, Misty. Forgive me."

"If you get up, I'll consider it," when he still looked confounded she repeated, "Get the fuck up!"

With difficulty he complied and Misty pulled him over to the hammock and dropped him heavily into it so that the harness swung dangerously close to falling off. The girl swore and had to dump a pile of cantrips back onto the opposite side to restore balance. The worst part, however was having to listen to Roaji groan apologies to her as she tied him to the sling like he was a hated prisoner rather than her beleaguered lover.

****

Wiping the sweat away from her fatigue raw eyes, Misty regretted that she had not been counting the days since they had descended from the grey cliffs overlooking the dead city. Roaji had said it would take four days to reach the settlement had he not? Had it been that long yet? She thought it had, yet the swamp's mists had swallowed the sun, muddling her sense of time and direction. She wished she had headed to the coast whilst she knew where it was, though her destination was more in land at least she would know for certain that she was not going in circles. She was lost.

There were raised pathways criss-crossing the marshlands, but no sign posts to discern which led where. She reckoned that that was intentional as the orc had told her of his peoples' customary seclusion. Eventually Misty was forced to give up and allow Snotty to lead the way. She fashioned a basic saddle from her clothes, the majority of which she had given up wearing due to the warmth and humidity of the swamp and tried her best to get comfortable on the thick studded neck of the lizard. The pack beast did not seem to object and the girl hoped she was trustworthy as she was docile.

The orc on the other hand was increasingly becoming the opposite of docile. She had started by blindfolding him, which had helped for a while then was forced to gag him to stop him from biting his tongue. He sporadically thrashed about like a bug trapped in a web and on more than one occasion had managed to invert himself so that he was dragging along the ground. The poison had advanced enough that he no longer had any moments of lucidity and Misty was sure no amount of sexy shenanigans would change that now. Adding to her considerable concerns was the fact that he was no longer accepting food or water from her.

Misty knew that a human could not last long without water and she had no reason to believe an orc would be any different, so the moment he stopped drinking was the moment the girl stopped taking breaks to rest. She had no idea how long she had gone without sleep, but she had started to notice that the resolutely plodding Snotty was beginning to occasionally falter. She found herself whispering hoarse encouragements to the lizard and scratching her head.

Meanwhile, Misty was feeling not entirely like herself. The odd sensation from the warm cum Roaji had filled her belly and melted her loins with had not dissipated, but rather morph into an unscratchable itch within her womb. It was not painful, just annoying and weird. Did the orc mean this when he was rambling about poison? She did not feel poisoned or weaker, in fact for a while she had actually felt invigorated before she stopped sleeping. Even the local bugs that had initially hounded her were now keeping their distance from her. Thinking about it though, that probably had more to do with the giant lizard that was gleefully swallowing them by the cloud-full.

In one instant of non-fretfulness they had even come across a family of wild whatever the fucks Snotty was. The infant among them even just barely crossed the threshold into cuteness. The family bellowed whistles at them in a manner that did not sound threatening. Even so Snotty seemed disconcerted; standing stock still and huffing unhappily. Misty had to drop off her saddle and drag the lizard around her kin.

Such lighter moments sadly were short lived and few in number and her most consistent companions were anxiety and fear. When she refused herself rest and time went on, exhaustion gradually took away her emotions and soon thereafter began to erode her will to go on. For Roaji she had to continue. Her eyes were so heavy. For Roaji she had to keep Snotty spurred. Was it getting darker? For Roaji...



Orc Ch. 08



Of all the times Misty had been interrogated, this one was by far the worst. In the past it had usually been her mother cornering her and screaming at her or Kentin's father the preacher detaining and scolding her or maybe the mother of one of the lads she was fucking, trying to catch her out; everyday stuff for her. The strategies were obvious and Misty had practiced them often; stonewall her mother, be flirty and contrite with the preacher and act the fool to the protector of innocence. Here though Misty felt like she might well be in a real life or death situation and her orcish interrogator was frustratingly difficult to predict.

She was tall, in comparison to Misty at least, and wore tight fitting bodice and trousers that hugged her slim curves without revealing much skin. Her name was Enge and she made Misty feel old. She acted like a petulant child, stomping around the small cell they were in and switching between instances of anger, fear, disdain and impatience. Unlike her previous human accusers who stuck to their chosen techniques in attempts to grind Misty down, this orc showed no such discipline and had arguably given more information than taken. It was by far the worst interrogation she had been subjected to.

She had awoken in the cell several hours earlier with little reference on how long she had been unconscious than a parched throat and hungry belly. Oddly, her sex still itched with need, though that particular feeling was muted by her more pressing bodily requirements. 

The room was empty except for a bench, seemingly formed from the clay like wall it protruded from, and a hole she assumed was for excrement. Up high, past her reach, were a few slits that acted more like air holes than anything else. Even the door had no window. Misty had yelled herself hoarse, but anyone outside had ignored her. Eventually an orc had opened the door and swiftly placed a cup of water down, then closed it again before the girl had time to react. Shortly thereafter Enge had appeared. 

"Who sent you?" repeated the orc in her surprisingly good kingish.

Misty might have been more impressed if this was not the hundredth time she had been asked the question, "I told you," she sighed before reciting a brief summary of the story Roaji had asked her to tell, "no one sent me. I found Roaji injured in the woods near my home and helped him."

"Why would you do that? You are human, he is orc," Enge inflected the word 'human' with disdain. 

"It was the right thing to do."

"But you are female, he is male," this time 'male' was the dirty word; she had a real knack for it.

"What has that got to do with anything?" Misty was having a hard time keeping her temper under control.

Probably sensing her frustration, Enge's thin lips quirked in satisfaction, "Stupid human. Do you really not understand the truth of things?"

"Obviously not," Misty failed to restrain the snark.

"But you chose to meddle anyway?"

"I chose to save a life. I want to see him."

The orc snorted, ignoring her demand and begun pacing, circling Misty in an obvious attempt at intimidation. Misty had gathered that Roaji lived, however further information was not forthcoming. She waited out the posturing, refusing to follow her movements and give the brat the pleasure of her fear. Her stomach betrayed her by growling though, betraying her other discomfort. 

Not ceasing her predatory orbit, Enge asked, "Are you hungry, human?"

Misty saw no point in bluster, "Yes."

"Then stop lying to me."

"I'm not-"

"SHUT UP!" Enge shrieked and Misty could not help but jolt.

The fact was, that the human was lying to her interrogator. Before losing himself to the poison, Roaji had given her a list of secrets he wanted her to keep under the pretense that it was for both their safeties. Misty thought it all sounded a little too paranoid, however she was acutely aware of her own ignorance in orcish matters and she did not want to betray her lover's trust. So she had not and would not speak to Enge about how Roaji had fought and killed the dwarfs, how he had interacted with more humans than just herself, nor how they had been fucking each other silly. 

The orc girl glowered down at her, "I am the Sibyl's second, human. The Sibyl is not here and that means I am in charge, human. I AM IN CHARGE!" she ranted, "You bring a half dead Jiji to me and tell me it is coincidence? The Sibyl's greatest shame?!"

"I'm sorry, 'Jiji'?" it could not be.

"Jiji, the weak. Roaji. Are you stupid, human?"

"Is that a pet name or-?"

Enge interrupted, "I am asking the questions," she took a deep breath and asked with surprising uncertainty, "Is this a test? Were you sent to test me?"

"I don't know who you are. I'm only here because Roaji asked for my help and I saw no reason not to. Can I please see him?"

"Gah," the orc spat, reforming her bravado, "Jiji the pervert; lusting after tiny pale skinned weaklings, and saved by one? It is disgusting if true. Maybe it is true. Jiji the weak."

Despite the fact that Enge seemed to be selling herself on Misty's narrative, the girl almost sabotaged her efforts by saying, "He isn't weak."

The orc scowled at her a moment before laughing, "For a human, maybe. Will the Sibyl see now?"

The question seemed rhetorical so Misty kept quiet while her captor mused. She had no idea who this Sibyl was really, having only caught fearful snippets from Roaji and Enge so far. She was important, that was for certain and Misty felt relief, despite herself, that she was not around and able to be the one drilling her for information. Her tummy growled again, sharing her consternation.

Enge glowered at the human in disgust once more, "Do not expect a free meal. All must serve a purpose to keep their place."

Misty jumped at the out, "I'm free to go?"

"No," she barked, then reconsidered, "Yes. I am done with you for now, but you must return if I call."

The human swallowed an insult and merely nodded. Trying to get up instantly made her lightheaded and she stumbled, reaching out for help. The orc dodged the hand like it was a poisonous insect and let the human fall to her knees away from her. Mustering her remaining dignity and strength, Misty pushed herself back to her feet and stepped over to the door without looking back to Enge. The door did not budge, either locked or barred and the human held back an angry scream.

The orc spoke up, "You will get no handouts here. You must work a trade. We have not had a human female here for some time. Seek the not chosen and offer your body to them; some may be desperate enough to find you desirable," Enge opened the door using some kind of water magic, "The word is whore, yes?"

Without acknowledging the orc, Misty stepped out to be greeted by a hazy sunset.

**** 

Finding Roaji would probably be difficult without help, so Misty decided to get the lay of the land. The orc settlement was simultaneously incredible and wretched. As far as she could tell, the village was set up in concentric circles of buildings with a fair sized clearing in the center. The largest, most impressive structures were near the middle whilst the smallest formed the outer most ring. Calling any of the buildings 'impressive' though was a stretch when all looked like oversized hardened mud bubbles. There were no roads or signposts, only pathways between structures that were more trodden than others.

Foot traffic was light and the orcs that she did see either avoided or ignored her. She received a couple of curious looks, but no one approached her. She was surprised and a little disappointed that her presence was not causing more of a stir; was she not the only human here? She began to get worried that these 'not chosen' may end up being the only ones willing to acknowledge her. She looked around for something that might help her pick a direction to wander.

The mist that had enveloped her throughout her journey through the swamp was still present, however hung back from the village itself as if held by an invisible force. Several twisting strands descended from the fog above and Misty followed one to where it landed. She found it and quickly recognized that she was looking at the source of the phenomenon. An orc woman, clad only in a few wraps to protect her modesty was sat by a pool from which a dozen or so streams fed into the nearby buildings. The strand in the air was in fact a funnel of water that she was drawing down from the mist into the pool. Were it not for the presence of the other people there Misty could have easily found herself mesmerized by the magical water spout.

They were all orc women conversing animatedly in their own tongue and it calmed Misty somewhat to see an example of normalcy. They ceased and shifted when they noticed her approach and it was only then that she spotted a flash of golden hair and pale skin. At first she thought it must be a child as she was so small in comparison to the orcs around her, however after a moment her brain kicked in to let her know that she was indeed seeing another human girl. The blonde noticed her and her face lit up in a dazzling smile and Misty found herself grinning back and quickening her pace.

One of the orcs juxtaposed herself between them and barked at Misty, "Be away!"

What followed was a rapid exchange in orcish that Misty struggled to follow. The human seemed to asking to be allowed to talk with Misty whilst the orc who had shouted argued loudly against it. The orc controlling the water and one other interjected calmly occasionally and the last orc; easily the largest and greenest did not say a word. It ended up appearing to be the quiet orc's decision on what would happen as the human turned to her, put her hands together and whined in a faux child's voice what could only be 'pleeease?' The big green woman sighed and nodded which did not make the angry one any happier.

The blonde girl scooted over to Misty, "Sorry about that. Manners aren't Qalta's strong suit," she smiled then suddenly looked abashed, "Oh! You do speak kingish?"

The girl's enthusiasm brought Misty's own smile right back, "Yes."

"Wonderful! I mean kingish is the most used human dialect in this region but I don't want to be presumptuous. Please, sit down." She guided her to the mage's pool which was half encircled by a bench, "Your name is Misty, right?"

Noticing that they were all dipping their bare feet in the water, Misty took off her tattered shoes, "Yes. How did you know?"

The girl hesitated, "Oh... Everybody knows. My name is Avelee, pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, you're the first person that seems happy to see me."

"Well, of course! There aren't many humans here and you're the only other girl here besides me. Where are you from? No! Don't tell me. I bet I can guess."

Misty positioned herself on the wide seat and was about to dip her toes into the pool when the angry orc got up and started yelling again. She was silenced by a stern look from the pool keeper and after giving both humans a rage filled glare, stormed off. Misty really hoped that Qalta's behavior was not going to be the norm she encountered. 

Avelee winced, "Sorry, sorry. She's a no-humans traditionalist."

"But she doesn't have a problem with you?"

"Oh she does, but she fears Ghoen here more than she hates me," she gave the large green orc she had sat herself down next to a playful punch. The orc gave the blonde a lazy smile, but kept her silence. 

"I should probably get a bodyguard too then," said Misty only in half jest, her thoughts went back to Roaji.

"Oh! It's Grevesfield, right?"

Misty was impressed by how closely the blonde placed her accent, "Close. Dodenton. How could you tell?"

"Oh, I am a- well was a teacher at New Wall. I'm a linguist," the blonde referred to the capital city where the royals lived. 

"That must have made it easier fitting in here. I can't wrap my head around orcish, let alone my tongue."

"You just need to learn how to roll your C's and T's and you're half way there," Avelee laughed then followed up with what Misty wanted to hear, "Are you staying long? Would you like me to teach you?"

"I'd like that, but I don't know how long I'll be around. I need to speak to Roaji; the orc I brought here," just saying his name aloud tripled her desire to find him, it also made the quiet orc, Ghoen, shift.

"Oh, Jiji's a sweetheart. Did you really carry him all the way here from Dodenton?"

Misty laughed, "Not exactly. Do you know where I can find him? I want to see for myself that he's o.k."

"Of course. He's with the healers at-" Avelee was cut off by Ghoen with a sharp orcish bark. "What?" she asked. The orc rattled off a handful of words Misty could not understand before she in turn was interrupted by the human, "Kingish, please."

The huge green orc turned her gaze to Misty and she could not help but feel intimidated. She spoke, "What did the Sibyl's second tell you to do?"

Not intending to get in the habit of letting people that were bigger and scarier than her push her around, Misty evaded the question, "What does it matter?"

"You are not a guest. The Sibyl rules that all must work. What work were you given?" her black eyes bore down upon her.

"I just want to see Roaji," Misty tried not to squeak. 

Ghoen sighed, "The not chosen?"

"What?" Avelee cried, then broke her rule by yammering at the orc in her language.

The blonde quickly lowered her voice to rapidly whisper at the orc who responded softly and calmly. It was an unusually confidential interaction and Misty realized that the two were almost certainly intimate. Despite her hunger and worry, she took a moment to wonder what that might be like. She did not notice that she was staring until both turned to look at her.

"Enge is a bitch," Avelee spat.

"I did notice," Misty half smiled, thankful that the smaller girl did indeed seem to be in her corner.

Ghoen said, "She is in charge while the Sibyl is away."

"Yes," the blonde paused, "if you disobey her she can banish you. I've seen her do it before and humans don't last long in the swamps. Oh, Misty, did she really tell you to go to the not chosen?"

Misty nodded, "Who are they anyway?"

"Those who are not chosen," the orc stated unhelpfully. 

Avelee rolled her eyes, "Thank you, Ghoen." Then to Misty, "Most nights all the men who aren't working must present themselves at the eve's fire in the center of the village so that any woman wishing for," she hesitated, "companionship, 'choose' from them."

"That's bizarre," Misty frowned.

"I know. It takes a while to get used to how things work here. And the not chosen are..."

A bunch of rejected, probably horny orc males. The brunette closed her eyes, "I get it."

"I'm really sorry, Misty. I wish there- darn."

"What is it?"

"The eve's fire has been lit. You need to get over there," sure enough, smoke was rising in the near distance, "I'll find you tomorrow morning if you want; help you get settled." 

With dread turning her stomach, Misty muttered, "If I stay."

Avelee seemed honestly upset, "You want to leave already?"

"We'll see how tonight pans out."

The smaller girl nodded her understanding and was about to add something when Ghoen and the other orcs, including the mage got up to leave. Ghoen whispered something into her human's ear making her frown. It seemed Misty's brief reprieve was over and it was time to face the music. Would there be music, she wondered. Most mating rituals had singing and or dancing involved. 

Being guided away, Avelee called back to her, "Misty! You don't happen to be gay, do you?" she hastily added, "Oh! That wasn't a come on."

"No, why?" she shouted back.

"I'll have to explain tomorrow. I'll find you, ok?"

"Ok," then she was alone again.

****

With night having fallen, the fire in the middle of the village was the only logical place to head to. There were no lamps or torches to be seen and a damp chill was saturating the air. If she had not known what awaited her there she would have made full haste, as it was she found herself dragging her heels. Did Enge really expect her to prostitute herself for food? Would her demand be enforced and if so by whom? What if Roaji was there? As far as she knew he was with the healers, whoever they were, so it was unlikely that he was. Still it was enough motivation to keep moving.

It was not like she had much choice, so far her only escape plan was 'run and hope for the best' and that was no plan at all. Misty paused, so her current plan was, 'attempt to gather information through the goodwill of foreign language speaking orcs who were probably more interested in fucking her'. She resumed; at least that was clear. Misty really did not want to give the brat interrogator a chance to sneer down upon her again. It had not even been a day yet and Misty had formed a grudge match. 

So Misty entered the public space with her head held high and ready to stare down anyone foolish enough to underestimate her. Unfortunately, she need not have bothered as her entry into the fire's light went entirely unnoticed; by chance she had approached the scene from behind. A modest sized pyre burned in the center of the space, surrounded by a hundred or so orcs that she quickly noticed were all men. They were not focused on the fire, rather something beyond them, out of Misty's sight.

Seeing no reason not to indulge her curiosity she skirted around the edge of the crowd to try and get a look at whatever it was. No one turned to look at her as she walked by, they could have been statues if not for the constant shifting. There was a strange discordant energy in the air that took Misty a moment to discern; male arousal tinged with unease. 

The arousal was easy enough to sense; Misty had been the object of it enough times to recognize it. The fact that it was not directed at her was almost enough to wrankle if not for the trepidation it was laced with. It was not the fear of a virgin as the feeling went deeper than just nerves. Nor was it like the one time where she had tried to bed a boy who turned out to be gay as the erotic musk electrified her skin here. She would not have been surprised if most of the men here were sporting erections.

Whether it was the thought of a hundred burgeoning cocks or whatever it was they were reacting to, Misty felt her body reply. She had to bite her lip as her nipples hardened to stones and her sex melted. She had no interest in letting her libido drive her, however it had seemed harder to ignore since Roaji. She put one foot in front of the other until she reached the front of the crowd.

She did not know what to expect, having nothing to reference in this strange new place. A candle lit dinner party was somewhere down the bottom of the list. A dozen female orcs including Enge sat around a rectangular table drinking what looked to be wine and eating finely cut strips of wet meat and fruit with their fingers. Those closest to Enge were chatting amicably, those further seemed either bored or irked by the proceedings. A pair of barely clothed orc men kept the food and drink flowing. It smelt fantastic and Misty's hunger shoved her horny behind it.

She spied a human among the throng of men and made herself approach him, more to distract herself than anything else. She had to push through a handful of orcs, which was mildly harrowing. They eyed her with suspicion and hunger; some strained towards her, but none touched her. When the human clocked her approach his eyes bugged in fear.

"Hi," she greeted him, "my name's Misty."

He backed away, "Get the fuck away from me!"

"What's your problem?" she called after his clumsy retreat, however he did not stop to reply.

What was that about? None of the orcs around her seemed fazed by her, quite the opposite, "Don't suppose you speak kingish?" she asked the closest.




Orc Ch. 08



Gazing at her breasts the orc responded curtly in his own language. Surrounded, Misty realized how exposed she was and started to look for the shortest way back out of the crowd. Before she could make a move, though, the atmosphere changed and the orcs around her stiffened. She heard Enge's voice calling out and the orcs between the two women shuffled and parted creating an empty path between them. Misty's little scene with the other human had not gone unnoticed. Shit.

Enge looked Misty straight in the eye as she spoke at length in orcish. The women at the table were all looking at her too now and followed the increasingly familiar pattern of either being curious or disgusted. Misty was hit by a strong fight or flight reaction and had to take a deep breath to keep herself from bolting. There was a smug twinkle in the orc leader's eyes. Misty really wanted to know what she was saying.

"Hello, Misty," Enge suddenly called in kingish.

The human opened her mouth to reply when the crowd around her repeated the words in a broken chorus. Misty almost jumped out of her skin. A few of the orc women laughed, almost certainly at her and the human girl flushed in embarrassment. One of Enge's companions shouted something that made her laugh too, distracting her attention from the human. Around her, the men's focus was entirely on Misty. Almost before she knew what she was doing, the girl moved forward through the parting towards Enge and the table. The warmth of the fire behind her leant a reality to her actions and situation that she may have otherwise dismissed as a bizarre dream. 

Enge did not notice her until Misty cleared her throat and asked, "How do you say 'hello'?"

The table went quiet and the leader's head snapped round so hard, the human would have not been shocked if it went spinning off. Misty gave her the most devious innocent smile she could muster. Enge's mouth popped open, then shut again as she struggled to formulate a response. She lost her chance when a dark skinned orc, the most beautiful Misty had yet seen, supplied her with a sly smile and a word.

The human nodded her thanks, turned back to the crowd and recited the orcish word in as loudly as she could without shouting. The gathered men were all staring at her; a multitude of expressions. She smiled back at them.

"How about, 'pleased to meet you'?" she inquired of her temporary ally.

By the time Misty had finished wrestling with the foreign tongue, Enge had recovered her wits. She sharply motioned a male to her side and hissed in his ear. He was on the shorter side and had pale brown skin with darker freckles and a harried look about him. He gave Misty a venomous look and, by Enge's command no doubt, dashed over to her and seized her elbow.

"Come with me," he demanded in her language.

As he dragged her away from the dinner, Misty shouted to the men in kingish, "I'll talk with you soon!"

Behind her, the collectively held breath broke forth into frenzied muttering. Enge's shrieking put an abrupt end to it. Misty felt a surge of satisfaction; where Enge had sought to belittle and objectify the human, she had managed to put herself forward as a willful individual. If the temporary orc leader had not been her enemy before, she was now. It was not the first time Misty had subverted authority and she hoped it would not be the last.

At the outskirts of the commons the speckled orc span her round to face him and rasped, "What is wrong with you, human? You are Enge's guest! You cannot insult her!"

Still smug, she did not rise to his aggression, "She introduced me. Isn't it good manners to say hello then?"

"Well... yes," his grip tightened, "No. No! She did not mean to-"

Misty snatched her arm away, "She meant to embarrass me."

The orc looked genuinely shocked, after a moment he muttered, "She is the Sibyl's second."

Getting the impression she was dealing with a loyal toady rather than someone truly malicious, Misty decided to go easy on him, "What's your name?"

"Taldereht."

"Ok, Taldereht, what now?"

"Now?" he frowned, "We wait for the choosing?"

The girl just nodded, his mistress must not have kept her man servant in the loop. They did not have to wait long as a clearly still aggravated Enge was yelling at the dinner staff as they hurriedly cleared away the table and its unfinished contents. Misty's stomach growled at the wastefulness. Some of the diners seemed annoyed by the discourteous ending of their meal, but if Enge had noticed she did not care. 

She pointed into the crowd of men, selecting three of them. One of them, a stocky looking fellow, strutted proudly over to the Sibyl's second. The other two moved to her jerkily as if not entirely in control of their own bodies. It was disturbing to watch and Misty suddenly felt ill at the sight. The three men followed Enge as she stormed out of the small town's center. Taldereht who had been hopping from foot to foot as he watched Misty, likely expecting her to bolt, was now looking after his mistress longingly. 

A portion of the tension in the air left, but not all as the remaining orc women began choosing partners of their own. A couple followed Enge's lead by taking three men, some took just one and a few none at all. Misty noticed the tall dark beautiful orc who had helped her, slip away from the rest of the group and head into a smaller alley where another figure joined her from out of the darkness. Had she kept a man for herself, apart from the choosing? They both disappeared into the night. 

As the very important orcs finished picking their partners a larger group of women began emerging from the largest building adjacent to the fire. A few of them rushed towards the men and Misty was reminded of housewives jostling each other as they rushed to market. She felt sick again. Most of the women were more restrained, a few dozen at a guess, and the choosing began in earnest.

'Bizarre' was still the most apt word for what followed. Some females approached males directly, others gestured or called names. There were no rejections, only obedience. The men were mostly quiet, speaking only when spoken to. The majority went with the women without fuss, however some resembled puppets with their strings being pulled. A few women seemed authentically ashamed by what they were doing. Others found moments of happiness as genuine lovers reconnected.

"How do they do that?" Misty whispered to no one in revulsion and awe.

"Do what?" Taldereht asked, still beside her.

The human jumped, having forgotten her chaperone. She recovered quickly, gesturing at the gathering, "That. How do the women control the men? Why would they even have to? Why would they fucking want to?"

He regarded her, "You are human, you do not understand."

Misty gave a vulgar grunt, "I suppose I'm meant to mingle now. Are you coming with to translate?"

She was moving before he had a chance to reply. The girl was not sure if she wanted Taldereht to follow or not; he was harmless enough, but his sniveling fake superiority was grating. He did scurry to catch up to her and Misty slowed a little to let him.  

After the 'choosing' Misty was even more reluctant than ever to barter her body for food. Yet, she had to eat. She did not wait until the orc women were finished, though they had moved fast and there were only a few left. Small groups of men were leaving too, the ritual having seemingly come to an unceremonious end. However, it soon became ominously clear that she had not been forgotten.

A smaller group of over a dozen orcs had gathered together and were making it obvious that their focus was on her. They were slightly off to one side and their black eyes glinted in the firelight. They did not beckon to her or otherwise communicate with her; they merely stared. Misty suddenly knew what a lone deer must feel whilst being stalked by wolves. Even Taldereht seemed wary of them. She did her best to ignore them and aimed for the scattering remnants of the main crowd.

"Um, hi. Does anyone have any food to share?" she hated begging, but it was better than the alternative.

A few orcs looked at her inquisitively and Misty gave her translator a nudge. He started, taking a moment to remember his job description, before rattling off what she hoped were her words in orcish. A few orcs gathered around them, one spoke up.

Taldereht translated, "He wants to know what you are offering in return for food?"

Misty gambled, "Good company and conversation."

To her relief, her reply did not elicit anger or a laugh, but quiet conversation. She hoped that meant she was being taken seriously. 

Taldereht it seemed was not as he whispered to her, "What are you doing? You must not anger Enge further."

"So I should just strip naked and let myself get raped?" she growled, louder than she intended.

The translator actually flinched; he said, "The Sibyl's second said you are here for our pleasure."

Enough was enough, "I am here for nobody's pleasure but my own!"

Panicked, Taldereht stammered something in orcish and backed away from her. Well, she had done it now, again she supposed and she still did not regret it. The pack of wolves stirred and the girl was not so sure they would stare down as easily as the translator. 

Reprieve came when another orc spoke in thickly accented but understandable kingish, "I accept your offer."

Misty looked for who had spoken and found a hunched and wrinkled man much shorter than the other orcs, but still taller than her. His bristled hair was split and white, and when he smiled at her she noticed he was missing teeth. She thought it safe to assume he was an elder.

She smiled back and offered her hand, "Pleased to meet you, and thank you."

He looked at her proffered hand in confusion for a moment, before his broken smile returned, "Oh! Handshake!" he took her hand and shook it, "Custom I had forgotten."

"My name's Misty if you hadn't caught it."

"Yes, Misty. Not deaf yet. I am Lemial. Please come. Sit with me."

With a limp, Lemial took Misty to sit cross legged by the fire. He sat them uncomfortably close, however she was not about to start complaining if the bag in his hands had food in it. 

"So, Misty. Tell me about yourself," he said, handing her a handful of dried food strips.

She took his offerings gratefully and did as he requested; telling him of her home town and what life was like there. She even made herself a little nostalgic. The old orc listened attentively and asked incidental questions. The food was tough, hard to swallow and she could not tell if it was meat, vegetable or something else, but her belly's grumbles turned happy nonetheless. 

Lemial had finished his strips and Misty was half way through grinding down hers when they were interrupted. A single orc approached them and spat into the fire, causing a sharp fizzle. She did not recognize him by face, but by demeanor she assumed he was one of the potential predators. He did not sit and only gave the girl a brief look, staring down her cleavage, before addressing Lemial.

The younger orc went on a brief tirade; snarling and gesturing, occasionally grasping his crotch. The older orc sat peacefully, letting the other finish before replying briefly. Whatever he said agitated the orc even more and Misty was again left in the dark about what was happening. Whatever the situation was, it escalated quickly when the young orc gestured the rest of his pack over and made a grab for Misty. 

The human was mostly expecting it and batted away the hand with a, "Fuck off!"

"Watch your language," Lemial croaked at her.

Misty almost laughed, "Really?"

A handful of orcs formed a semicircle around her and her heart sank, for a little while she had really thought she might avoid this. She doubted she could count on the old man to help her now. She got up before any of them could try to make another snatch for her and looked the lead orc straight in the eye. If all she had was bluster, she would bluster the fuck out of them.

"Is this how you prove you're a man?" she snarled to keep the tremor from her voice, "You gang up on someone half your size to make yourself feel big?"

The orc glowered down at her and reached for her, she slapped him away again. Lemial was talking, she did not know if he was translating or saying something else. She wanted to scream and run, to get away and hide, but she would not. The old orc was saying something to her about how her aggressors were boasting and threatening her; that she should sit back down and ignore them. Misty grabbed the lead orc's testicles and twisted.

He let out a high pitch shriek and jumped away, she taunted after him, "Just what I thought; tiny."

In the best case scenario everyone would laugh and Misty would glean some respect. Worse would be the posse would storm off and force another confrontation at a later date. Worst would be they attack and beat her bloody before raping her. By the murderous look in the orc's eye, he had chosen her worst scenario. The human lifted her head high in a final defiance. 

The orc was raising his fist to strike when a new voice speared through the tension. Roaji? The orc pack, including their leader, went dead still at the interruption. With painful hope in her heart she turned to find the savior. It was not Roaji. Instead a new pair of orcs stood a short distance away. One was shaking his head in subtle warning, he was the stockiest orc she had yet seen. The other was rolling his shoulders and neck in a much less subtle threat and grinning a great wide white grin.

It was two versus a dozen, yet the dozen quickly turned and walked away, leaving the commons as quickly as they could without running. None even turned to give rude gestures or dirty looks. When she looked back to her defenders, they too were leaving, though the grinning one stopped to give her a wink. Unanticipatedly she noticed that he was human, the white in his eyes giving him away. He had dark frizzy hair to match his skin. Kentin had told her that there were people with drastically different skin colors around the world, but she had never seen any before.

She started to follow them when Lemial bade her to stop, "What? Why?" she asked.

"If you speak with them now you would owe them a debt. By leaving they say you do not owe them."

"Oh. Well, ok," another new custom to learn.

"Are you alright, Misty? You should sit."

Noticing that she was shaking, she agreed sitting would be good. Was the danger finally past? Probably not, but she did not think she would be bothered again tonight at least. She hoped not anyway as she doubted she could weather more aggression. 

"I apologize for my people," Lemial said, "you should be given more time to adjust to our ways before you serve."

Had she heard that right? "What? Serve how?"

"Do not make me say it. You saw there are many who are not chosen. There is much work to be found in soothing the needs of the body. It is unfair to ask an outsider to tend to them, but our women cannot."

"This whole 'choosing' thing is twisted," Misty grimaced, "Your women dominate the men? Is it through magic? Don't you think it's wrong?"

Lemial spoke softly and patronizingly, "Where you come from, do not the men have power over the women?"

"Not like this. Some of your men are being raped right now. How can anyone let that happen?"

"I know it is difficult for a human. Many things here are different."

"Don't you think it's messed up, though?" she was getting increasingly exasperated. 

The old orc looked baffled, "It is how our god made it."

"Fuck your god! What do you think?"

Like blowing out a candle, Lemials good natured patience vanished. His face hardened and he stiffly raised himself back to his feet. She was reminded of her town's preacher, Kentins father and how his expression would darken whenever she was blasphemous; which had been frequently.

"Thank you for your company, Misty," he gave a brief nod then hobbled away.

The girl called after him, apologizing, however he did not return. Misty stared into the diminishing fire and finished her food pieces.

****

The night wore on and no one else approached Misty and she in turn left them be. At this point she was far too drained to be proactive. Though the fire was large, it was still gradually burning out and there was no sign of any fuel set aside for it. She hoped it would last as long as possible as it seemed increasingly likely she was going to have to sleep rough. 

As the last stragglers of the once sizable crowd of orcs left the commons, Misty huddled closer to the fire. Had she not saved the life of one of their people? Was a little gratitude and hospitality too much to ask? Whatever she had expected when she came here, being forgotten was not a contingency she had planned for.

"Misty," Roaji said.

She flinched. Had he snuck up on her or was she not paying attention? It did not matter, it was Roaji. He offered her a hand which she accepted, allowing herself to be lifted to her feet. He still looked pale and haggard from the poison, yet his eyes were shiny and black again.

He smiled down at her and repeated, "Misty, thank you."

The girl buried her head in his chest to hide her tears. Suddenly all the bullshit and strife was worth it. She wanted to yell at him for not finding her sooner and for not adequately warning her about Enge and her ilk, but she dared not sully their moment. She let herself melt into his warm arms and breathe in his inebriating scent. Just his presence was enough to rekindle the primal need in her sex.

"Come," he said, taking her by the hand.

At that moment she would have followed him anywhere. She even intertwined their fingers as they walked; an act of possessive intimacy that would normally turn her stomach. The orc walked stiffly, showing signs of exertion even at a slow pace. She hoped the aftereffects of the poison were as short lived as possible.

"You're cured?" she asked.

Roaji nodded, "Most, yes," he strained himself in an attempt to walk faster.

"What's the hurry," the human asked a little nervously.

"Need safe at home."

Now she was more intrigued than nervous, "We're going back to your house? But you haven't even bought me a drink yet," the orc's laugh transitioned into a racking cough, "sorry," she said.

Away from the fire and with fog clouding the air it was acutely dark. Either orcs could see better at night or Roaji had trodden this path often enough that he did not steer her wrong and kept them from tripping on anything. They were stopped outside another unassuming mud bubble hut soon enough. There were no numbers or writing of the hovel as far as she could see and she was surprised when Roaji merely pushed the door open without any basic security.

In fact the door did not even have a keyhole or handle, when she commented on it he said, "Locks not for men."

More unequal privileges. Misty hoped Roaji was not as defensive about it as the others she had encountered thus far; she did not think he would be. The orc lit a single large candle that was attached to the wall. The inside of his home was just as lowly as the outside. There was a hard looking bed, a messy workbench without a chair and a small hole that was probably for defecating in. His requisitioned dwarf hole had been nicer. 

She did not care. As soon as they were both inside she pulled him down, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder than she had ever kissed anyone before. Roaji winced, but responded in kind, his hands running down her curves.

"We did it," Misty said.

"Yes."

"You're alive."

He smiled, "yes." the orc pulled away and wobbled over to the single bed upon which he sat down heavily, "most," he added.

Not willing to let even an inch separate her from the man, Misty carefully straddled him and resumed with the kissing. As soft as she had tried to be, he still let out a grunt of pain when she settled on him. As much as she wanted to be tearing off their clothes, she made herself slow down. 




Orc Ch. 08



"It was pretty close, huh?"

"Much long, soon dead," he must have seen Misty struggling with that as he motioned at his abode and added, "Mess, sorry. Things taken."

"You've had a break in? Did they take much?"

"Things, uh," he struggled to find the words and settled on an example patting the bed, "Furs."

"Well, I guess we'll have to find another way to keep warm," she ground her pelvis against his and was gratified to feel his cock rising to the occasion.

Keeping their covered sexes pressed against each other, Misty kissed along his firm jaw and up to his pointed ear which she bit playfully. He growled softly at her, a labored but happy sound and ran his hands through her hair. Her pussy was heavy with need and she moaned back grabbing at his back.

He squeaked in pain, "Wait!"

She only just managed to refrain from cursing. The human was a little scared by how indignant her libido was at being interrupted. Had she always been like this?

"Water," he said, pointing to a clay pitcher.

Reminding herself how much she had come to care for this orc she peeled herself off his exquisite body and poured some stale smelling water into a nearby cup and took it back to him. He nodded a thank you and threw the contents of the cup onto the wall nearest to him. Misty did not hide her surprise and annoyance well, however he quirked a grin at her. 

Roaji pressed his hand to the splashed liquid which suddenly and rapidly seemed to be absorbed into the wall. A sliver of movement caught her eye as something like a vein snaked from the point of impact across the surface. Reaching its destination, a pouch like aperture formed from the capillary. The orc mimed dipping his hand in it to Misty.

Wary, she said, "Don't make me regret this," and reached into the hole. From it she extracted a single sealed jar, "What is it?"

The orc reached for it and she handed it to him. He flicked the lid off and scooped two fingers worth of gel from it, "Heal, remember?"

"From after you fucked me unconscious, how could I forget?" she quipped, "So you hide things in your walls then?"

"For need."

"I think I get why," she reached for the pot of gelled elixir, "Let me?"

The orc considered a moment, then gave her a gracious nod along with the potion. With difficulty Roaji stripped off his leather jerkin leaving him bare-chested. Misty might have helped if she was not too busy staring at him. Even recovering from sickness and off colored he was still gorgeous. 

She cleared her throat and spoke in faux professionalism, "Lie down on your front please."

The orc did as he was told, letting out a jittery breath as he relaxed onto the hard bed. Though his mottled brown and green skin was covered in unhealthy looking pale blotches; they still somehow could not diminish the wonder of his physique. His splayed shoulders reminded her of the flanks of a bull, of the promise of power. She started with them.

Roaji gave a little animal grunt of relief as she rubbed the likely magic potion into him, she asked, "You were with healers? Were they good? There won't be any permanent bad effects will there?"

"Poison gone. Need time only."

"That's good," she spread the gel along his arms, loving how little yield his firm muscles gave under her touch, "It would suck to have to spend another day here by myself."

"Misty..." he hesitated.

Sparing him the embarrassment of getting soppy, she went on, "I'm pretty sure that Enge has it in for me. How come you never warned me about her?"

"Hoped Enge ignore you," he grumbled, "Like angry child."

The girl giggled conspiratorially as she lathered his back, "Isn't she? How does someone like her even get to be in charge?"

He squirmed as the human ran a finger down his spine teasingly, "Loyal to Sibyl."

"This Sibyl everyone keeps going on about. Please tell me she's better than Enge."

Roaji moved his head to make eye contact, "Much worse."

She sighed, "Shit."

"Yes."

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Not told. Secret."

"Oh well," the girl shrugged, "Let's get these pants off."

Roaji chuckled at her apparent indifference and lifted his thighs to allow her to finish disrobing him. The truth was, Misty was not ready to start thinking about another looming threat. What mattered now was the moment and the tight ass that occupied it. She seized the moment and gave it a firm squeeze.

Her hand drifted down and brushed his heavy testicles eliciting a purr from the orc. She let her fingertips trace the bristled sack and imagined it spilling its load into her cunt. A fresh welling of need flowed from her nethers and she shivered.

Misty swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke again to distract herself, "Were you there at the choosing nonsense?"

Roaji choked on the breath he had been holding, "No. Need wait. Watch. Female might choose me."

"But you're my orc," it just slipped out and she instantly regretted it.

For a moment it had seen utterly preposterous that another woman could 'choose' him as he quite clearly belonged to Misty. Her own presumptuousness galled her. She had spent all evening fighting off people who claimed they had a right to her body, yet she could so easily infer the same of Roaji? 

She quickly added, "Sorry, I didn't mean that. Is the choosing the reason why you like to spend time away from here?"

The orc was silent long enough to make her uncomfortable, but finally said, "One reason."

She had not noticed doing it, however she found she had finished massaging his long legs. He was going to have to roll over. She could not make herself ask him, so she waited. The orc was only half coated in the healing lotion, so when he did move it was still clearly sore. His expansive erection coming into view was enough to wash away all thoughts for a moment, he was still turned on at least she noted, but when she did look at his face she saw conflict.

"Misty," he said, "Remember, Snotty? Remember things left behind?" his face was all apology, "I need get back."

"What?" Misty was hit with a double whammy of relief that his silence had not been an angry one, merely apprehensive, and disbelief that he was leaving her again, "When?"

"Tomorrow," he winced at her hurt and appended, "Order, no choice. Back soon, week most."

"Fuck," the girl breathed, "I don't know if I can handle this place for that long. Enge wants to make a whore of me."

With force the orc stated, "No. Misty, no whore. I secret trade. Misty, no choosing. Only wait. Stay here."

It was not ideal, but it was a roof and currency. He was offering his home to her and if she had been in any position to, she would have politely refused. She thought she trusted Roaji enough that this was not actually some elaborate method to ditch her. His regret was sincere and this was merely fate fucking her around again. It was not fair. 

Misty frowned, "It was Enge, wasn't it?" at his nod she said, "Can't we just kill her?"

The orc smiled hesitantly, "Back soon, week most."

"Well," she smeared a blob of the gel onto his nose, "We should get finished here then."

The human got to work on the rest of his legs, avoiding his penis. 'Soon' she promised herself. 

"Misty?" the orc asked, probably uneasy at her quick acceptance.

"It's ok," she said, not stopping slathering his torso, "Well, no. It's not, but there's nothing for it, is there? Can we just enjoy each other, tonight?"

"You rare, special," the orc crooned as she massaged his solid pectorals.

The human smiled, "Shut up."

Roaji must have taken her literally as he remained silent as she finished up on him, rubbing his neck and arms. She had straddled his thigh and was slowly stroking her covered sex against him. He shifted to slightly raise a leg and provide her with more friction. Grinding herself on top of him sent little orgasmic tremors down her legs and she felt that she was on such a hair-trigger that she could probably get off just like this. His chest glistening in the dim light was certainly the stuff of the highest fantasy.

Then mischief struck, she said, "Oh dear, I almost forgot little Jiji!"

The orc stiffened, "Not use name."

"Sorry. Is it a sore spot?" she took another portion of the jelly and wrapped her coated hand around his cock, "Should I rub it better?"

Roaji's groan was half complaint, half blissful as she twisted her fist around his shaft. The goop was designed to be absorbed into skin, however it did not do so immediately and so made for an interesting lubricant. If his dick was not so damn big she might have considered using the potion for some anal play. Misty drew back his foreskin and twirled a slippery finger around his sensitive glans making his leg kick and jolt her vulva.

The girl bantered, "Jiji, doesn't seem to mind."

"Lucky I hurt," the orc threatened, though there was mirth in his eyes.

Misty got up to quickly slip off her bottoms and underwear, "So you're saying you're at my mercy?"

"Never."

"So you could stop me if I did this?" she sat astride him and took his glazed manhood back in hand; it throbbed warmly against her palm.

"Yes," it did not matter if it was a general exclamation or he was continuing her game.

"How about this?" she sat languidly down upon his cock.

Her sex accepted his easily and smoothly, opening to allow for fathomless penetration. The girl's eyes fluttered as his hot girth packed her taut. Her pussy shivered along its powerful invader. Finally sating her womanhood's uncompromising hunger left her dizzy with euphoria and she gently swayed upon the rooting of Roaji's erection. 

The feeling of the orc's hands slipping under her blouse stopped her from blissing out completely, "Hi," she said.

The human helped her lover remove the last of her clothing, allowing her generous breasts to spill free. He took the globes into his palms reverently, caressing her full flesh. Misty whimpered as she slowly rocked herself atop his fiery stiffness. Roaji let her keep it slow, allowing their genders to blend together into a singular hearth of pleasure.

Even if she did not want to have to wait a whole week for more of this, she knew she would. The human would wait as long as need be to get to spend more nights with this orc. Misty did not know if her attraction to him was love, but it was potent and addicting. 

Roaji's callous fingers found her nipples, drawing circles around her areolae. The thick buds ached as they tightened and the human wished that the orc's spine could bend more so he could lean up and take them in his mouth. The air was heavy with the scent of their lovemaking and each breath left Misty lightheaded. 

The girl's orgasm might have taken her by surprise if it had not built within her so unhurriedly. The orc had never even had the chance to diddle her clitoris when rising tides of warmth began washing over her entire body. Each wave grew more focused and her moans rose to cries as the pleasure converged within her sex. Misty's pussy convulsed and shuddered to the rhythm of her hammering heart, holding her captive to her own ecstasy. 

The erection sheathed within her burned her deliciously each time she involuntarily squeezed at it. Somehow the rigid cock skewering her kept her upright even as her limbs became as useless as jelly. The girl's cries dropped to throaty gasps as the pulsing orgasm eventually diminished like hoof-beats fading into the distance. 

The human's head rolled back and she watched the candlelight flicker on the ceiling. Well, that was different. Usually she would have needed a little or a lot more clitoral stimulation to cum, but then usually she was not perpetually horny. Still breathing heavily, she let herself sag and fall a little forward.

Somewhat embarrassed, she smiled down at the orc whose hard penis still steadily throbbed its potential within her, "That was intense. Gonna need to give me a moment."

Something rumbled deep in his chest and he surprised her when he pulled her down to claim her mouth for a fierce kiss. When she kissed back, the orc caught her tongue between his teeth and thrust his dick deeper into her making her yelp. He began to slowly screw her, gently but firmly, fretting her oversensitive nerve endings and somehow setting off another wave of orgasmic aftershocks in her vagina.

"Or not," she squeaked. 

Misty was not bothered by his impatience or aggression, in fact the rawness of her senses made their fucking all the more exciting. The orc soon had her breaking out in sweat and panting as he upped his tempo. Still on top and exhausted, the human found it difficult to match him, making it awkward.

With a snarl of frustration and effort, Roaji rolled them both over so that he was in the dominant position. The candle was sputtering to an end giving the orc an eerie and threatening appearance as he loomed over her. He was an image straight out of a nightmare with black eyes, sharp teeth and a huge twitching cock. Misty grinned and spread her legs.

The orc's aim between her sodden folds was true and the girl was speared once more. She cried out in rapture as Roaji laid claim to her with his manhood. Restraint seemingly lost he crushed her into the hard bed. She hoped she was not going to need the healing gel afterwards.

She thought she understood where he was coming from; he had almost died, heck she had almost died, "We're alive," she whispered to him.

"Misty," he said, and the pain in his voice suggested she had understood right.

Roaji fucked her harder than she had any right to handle, but handle it she did. Misty clung to her lover and dug her nails into him as he reaffirmed their lives through desperate rutting. Fuck Enge, they had made it this far and no one, not even this 'Sibyl' was going to mess things up for them.

With a grunt, the orc pulled out of her and a moment later his cock erupted, shooting his cum over her belly and breasts in large white globs. Misty was a little put out, she much preferred feeling a man ejaculate inside her. She hoped this was not some other weird orc thing. Shaking with effort, Roaji wheezed once, twice, then collapsed half on top and half beside her.

Then he began snoring.

Misty laughed. With one hand she searched half blindly for something with which to wipe up the mess. She found something that felt like fabric and fumblingly dabbed herself off until only one spot remained. Unable to resist, she scooped the pearl of semen into her mouth. It tasted just as bizarrely lovely as last time. Feeling a little guilty she swallowed it.

Finding that she had barely any bed space she gave the orc an annoyed nudge. Roaji snorted then pulled her to him, wrapping his body around hers. Then he passed out again. Misty did not care, as by that point she was snoring too.



Orc Dominion: Elfin Descent Ch. 01



Author's Note: Merry Christmas everyone! For new readers, the best order is Orc Dominion: Zentara, Orc Dominion: Rebellion, and then Elfin Descent. However you should be able to enjoy this story without reading the others.

I'm submitting Chapter 1 earlier than I intended for a few reasons. First, the tone in this series is a little different and I'd like to get some feedback on it. Second, I'm hoping that I'll work better under a deadline, since I haven't gotten as much finished as I'd wanted. I have spent a lot more time on the outline though, so hopefully I won't be tempted to want to go back and change anything after getting deep into the story.

Lyriena's story is going to be a little slower than Jeanette's, so please bear with me. I want to try writing more of a gradual corruption instead of being thrown into a gangbang in the first chapter. Don't worry though, Trogar will be up to all kinds of kinky shenanigans in the meantime! Finally, if you have a moment please check out my bio page to see a neat map of the Western Kingdoms. As always, please rate and leave feedback. Enjoy!

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Prologue

Prince Trogar, third son of Queen Jeanette of Zentara, read his book quietly in his quarters in Greenthorn Castle. It was a large tome on the histories of the six nations in the Western Kingdoms. It was a dull, weighty tome, but filled with interesting facts and stories from all the peoples of region. He certainly had plenty of space; a royal prince was accorded generous apartments in the castle, even if not lands, titles, or responsibilities. Furnishings were scarce, however, and his walls were mostly blank except for torch brackets and windows. Trogar preferred his rooms to be austere, as they lent a better atmosphere to the games played to pass the time.

A loud knock on his door signaled that his current favorite playmate was finally here. Trogar eagerly opened it, his cock already stirring when he saw the gorgeous lady standing before him. The black-haired beauty stood tall for a human woman, with finely shaped cheekbones and verdant green eyes. She was dressed in a lush sleeveless purple dress that hugged her breasts and waist tightly before flaring out over her hips and thighs.

"Your Highness, it brings me great pleasure to see you again." The woman smiled and gave him a low curtsey. By leaning forward just ever so slightly she allowed the front of her dress to spill forward, giving Trogar a mesmerizing view of her luscious breasts, before snatching it away by rising once again.

Before she fully rose he reached down to stroke over the top of her head, running his fingers through her tightly braided locks. At twenty years old, he had long since undergone the change that transformed him from looking like a half-human to looking like a full blooded orc. His broad shoulders and thick limbs towered over the human woman, tall though she was. Still, large as Trogar was compared to most humans, he was considered small for an orc. Though he knew it didn't signify, the fact that his older brothers were being awarded kingdoms while he wasn't felt like a confirmation that he wasn't as good as them.

"Indeed, Lady Sylvia, and may I say you look simply fetching this evening?" Trogar grinned, and a pleasurable thrill shot through him as he watched Sylvia's smile tighten. She was and wasn't a lady; Sylvia was the niece of the old Duke of Swetford, but after his fall from grace and the abolition of the Duchy she had been stripped of her title and forced to find work Ruar's seedy underbelly. It was not hard, there was plenty of that sort of work around, and with her looks and grace she had quickly risen to being one of the highest and most sought after courtesans in the city.

"Thank you, Your Highness." She replied warily. "I've been hoping you would ask for me again; there's so much more that I can do for you than what we did last time."

"Ah My Lady, but last time was such fun I don't think I could bear not repeating it." Trogar gave her a predatory grin as she blanched. "Now, I think my little pet is a little overdressed, don't you?"

Sylvia forced a smile as she reached behind her to untie the laces of her dress, letting the garment billow down to her ankles. She was naked underneath, and Trogar's cock grew a little further as he took in the sight of her lovely body. The courtesan stepped out of her heeled shoes, and slowly sunk to her knees before the Prince.

"Come." He said simply, and began to walk across the room as Sylvia dutifully followed after him on her hands and knees. Trogar opened a large wooden armoire and pulled out a small sandalwood casket. Inside was a course leather dog collar, which he eagerly fastened around Sylvia's neck.

This woman could have been a Duchess, he thought, and now she's my puppy. A look of satisfaction crossed his face as he watched how tightly Sylvia controlled her emotions. She was used to being wined and dined by her suitors, not treated as an animal. But a Prince couldn't be refused...

Sylvia whimpered as she felt the leather wrap around her throat, but the noise only seemed to excite Trogar further. He reached down to stroke through the woman's dark hair, petting her softly before pulling her closer and pressing her face against his thigh. His swollen shaft rubbed against her cheek as he breathed deeper. The presence of the thick cock excited Sylvia despite her humiliation. She had long since learned of the pleasures that a vigorous orc lover could bring, and she hoped this time he wouldn't deny her.

When the Prince pulled out a large toy she grew excited, until she noticed the long hair attachment to the back of it. Trogar pressed the plug portion of the toy between Sylvia's legs, rolling it over her moist folds to lube it up, before spreading her ass cheeks and pushing inside. He then smacked her ass, and stood up to admire the way the dog tail stuck out of Sylvia's ass.

"There, you look like quite the little puppy slut now, Sylvia. But that isn't really a good name for you anymore, is it? What would be a good doggy name for you...I know, how about 'Duchess'? Now, Stay." Trogar grinned wickedly as he left her kneeling by the armoire and moved back to his bed. 

"Mmmph..." she whimpered pitifully as she felt the end of the tail brushing over her thighs as she shivered. Last time he had spanked and lightly whipped her, while denying her release, or even the feel of his thick cock inside her. Now he was degrading her even further, even calling her Duchess! But even as she trembled in rage and humiliation, Sylvia couldn't help but glance at his backside as the orc bent over to reach beneath the frame. The sight of his toned ass made her hotter, and she couldn't help but imagine gripping it tightly as he slid his shaft inside her.

Across the room, Trogar pulled something out from under the bed, and clutched it tightly in his fist. He turned around, and then drew back to toss it towards her. A small lump of cloth landed before her, and she knew he expected her to investigate. Sylvia crawled forward and lowered her face to it, but she could already tell that it was an old air of women's underwear, and worse, she could tell that it wasn't one of hers. Despite being a courtesan, Sylvia preferred more traditional, full-bodied bloomers to highlight her aristocratic background. These were a small, hip-hugging thong made of black silk and bedecked with lace ribbons.

The strong scent of sex and another woman's pussy wafted up from the garment, tickling her nose. She was no stranger to being asked to pleasure another woman, but it wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. Nor did she fancy having to play with a soiled undergarment, but she didn't think Trogar was going to give her much choice in the matter. Still, as long as the Prince paid...

Sylvia nudged the silky fabric with her nose, and immediately her stomach did a turn as she felt something cold and wet seep against her skin. A thick load of gooey orc cum had been deposited on the gusset, and was obviously fresh enough not to have dried. With her stomach still up in her throat, she looked at Trogar and gave him a piteous whine.

"Fetch."

Trogar grinned wickedly as he watched Sylvia grimace and lower her face to the panties. His broad hand started to idly rub the bulge in his pants as Sylvia's lips parted and stretched around the gusset of the panties. A low, guttural groan escaped her mouth right before it closed around the cum stained undergarment. Even from across the room Trogar could see the spent seed press against her painted lips, making them glisten in the torchlight.

The orc inhaled deeply as he watched the seductive way Sylvia crawled across the room on all fours to him. Despite the look of disdain on her face, half-hidden by the panties hanging from her teeth, her hips swayed from side to side as she carefully crawled over the floor to heel before him.

"Good girl." Trogar stroked through her dark hair, and then cupped Sylvia's soft cheek. He used his thumb to press the cum streaked gusset of the panties over her lips, even feeding a sliver of the fabric into her mouth. After letting her 'savor' the taste for a moment, he pulled it out and flung it across the room again.

This time Trogar got to admire a vision of the crawling prostitute from behind. Her round ass wiggled back and forth, and as one knee moved ahead of the other he could spot the cleft of her slit, shimmying back and forth to flash the pink petals of her pussy. Trogar's bulbous cock throbbed in response, and though he yearned to plunge himself deep inside the whore, he held back, prolonging the foreplay that would make his eventual insertion that much more pleasurable.

When Sylvia returned with the panties, he fed a little more of the gusset into her mouth, before removing and throwing them again. Each time she returned, he pushed the panties deeper and deeper into her mouth before making her fetch the silky undergarment. Finally, after making her retrieve them a half-dozen times he forced the entire thing in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge with the dirty underwear.

"Good puppy. I think my pretty little puppy deserves a reward for behaving so well; and what do pretty little puppies love?" Trogar leered down at Sylvia's crouching form. "Going for walks!" With that the orc Prince pulled a long leather leash from his cabinet and latched it onto her thick leather collar. "By the way, do you like your little chew toy? It's quite the royal gift I've given you. It's not every little puppy who gets to play with the Queen's panties."

Before Sylvia could absorb the implications of feasting on the Queen's cum-filled panties, Trogar led her by the leash outside of his room and into the castle hallway. Her back ached as she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees on the rough stone floor, struggling to keep her large tits from dragging along the ground while the hair attached to the plug in her ass tickled her thighs.

Her face burned as she passed servants and guards while being led naked on a leash by a Prince of the royal blood. Although the staff didn't look at her, apparently well trained, or at least, well accustomed to such situations, she couldn't help but feel ashamed at having her body exposed to those commoners. Although she was now a courtesan, she was once a noblewoman, and from one of the Eight Duchies to boot. Her current clientele were all similarly noble, and it was outrageous that Prince Trogar would expose her to the castle staff like this. Even still, she swore she could feel furtive glances as she crawled by, causing the heat to spread from her cheeks through the rest of her body.

"Does the Duchess like being walked? I bet you do. I bet a naughty little puppy slut like you gets off on being paraded about, naked, and in heat, eager to be bred like the little bitch you are! I can see your tight cunt getting juicier by the second!"

Trogar's erection got even harder as he led the proud woman through the halls of the castle, making their way lower and lower until they arrived at the kitchen. By then the tip of his cock was so sensitive from being rubbed against his pants that he worried it would explode the moment she touched it. He fought back a tremor of desire, and steadied himself to help bury the lust and keep himself controlled.

"I bet you're enjoying the taste of my mother's lover's cum. Do you wonder who's it could be? Some orc in the castle, probably. I'm sure you can taste the difference between a human's cum and an orc's. Or maybe you can't, shall we do a little test?" In the back of the kitchen, a bowl of stew had been laid out waiting for them. The beefy broth had already cooled, but floating atop were globs of still warm seed.

"Your High-" Sylvia's protest was cut off by another sharp slap across the face. She whined softly, but Trogar relentlessly grabbed hold of her hair and brought her face down to the bowl. The strong scent of the cum made her nostrils flare, and sent a thunderous quiver through her body. Trogar applied more pressure, and soon she was slurping up the mix of broth and cum from the bowl. Another shudder ran down her spin as she felt it side down the back of her throat. The salty, tangy taste of the cum lingered on her tongue. Human cum, she thought. Sylvia didn't know whether to be happy or appalled at that. Probably the cook's, a lowly servant's seed. Still, she had to admit that she liked the smell, and it was making her hungry for more than just stew.

"This probably isn't the fare you're used to, is it Duchess? Well, I suppose the cum is, but not the dinner I'm treating you to tonight. I bet your usual clients treat you to the best, most exotic foods they can find. But that's not what you deserve, is it? Not you, my little puppy slut." Trogar moved behind Sylvia and took out his impressive, thick, grey cock. "You may put on airs, my little Duchess, but we both know that you're just a whore in a fine gown. A whore just like all the other human whores in this city aching for big orc dick."

Sylvia trembled as she felt the tip of Trogar's shaft slide up and down along her slit. The tapered head was so thick, and felt so foreign and strange and exotic that she couldn't help but moan, and yearn to feel it inside her. He may not have the largest of cocks compared to other orcs, but it was certainly fatter and longer than any human, and would stretch and fill her just enough that it wouldn't hurt.

"Are you ready, Duchess? Are you ready to be bred like the little bitch you are?" Trogar grinned wider when Sylvia mewled and raised her hips higher while spreading thighs apart to present her needy slit to him. The Prince happily obliged, and moved both hands to Sylvia's waist to hold her steady as he thrust forward, jamming his cock deep inside her.

"Aaaaah!" Sylvia threw her head back and moaned as she felt the ribbed cock pushing through her folds. The hot walls of her slit were immediately inflated to its limit from the girth of Trogar's cock, and she eagerly pushed back against it. She rubbed her ass back and forth against him, stirring the cock against her insides as she finally got relief after all the teasing and humiliation.

"Oh that's it Duchess, you're ready alright. You needed this real bad, didn't you? Needed a thick orc cock to take you and fill you and use you." Trogar began to pump his hips in and out, smacking her backside sharply with each thrust. "All those human nobles who take you out and treat you like a lady don't know what you really need, do they? You just want to be taken, used like a piece of meat, fucked hard, relentlessly, implacably. Take it, my little bitch!"

Sylvia quivered beneath him, bouncing up and down on the ground as she met his thrusts again and again. She could feel his hot shaft throbbing against her, and her own velvety walls wrapped tight around the girth, hugging every ridge and bump of his twisted cock. The humiliation which started the fire inside her was quickly forgotten as Trogar's cock threw pitch on the flames, driving all else from her mind except for a need to climax.

The feeling of the plug rubbing against his cock through the membrane of Sylvia's body cause a nasty grin to spread across his face. He gripped the tail in his strong hand and began to work it, grinding it into the woman and helping to stroke his cock as he thrust in and out of her, moving faster now that he could apply a little extra pressure to the slanted tip of his dick with the toy. Moving it like that made her even tighter for him, and the vice like grip around his shaft was quickly bringing him to the edge of climax again.

Sylvia howled in delight as Trogar moved the toy, reveling in the way that both her holes were being thrust into at the same time. She had clients use her backside in the past of course, but she had never had both holes filled at once. The sensation was incredible and made up for all the previous abuse she had suffered at his hands. All she wanted was more, more of everything as she got closer and closer to her own release.

"It's time, slut. Time to be bred like a good little bitch. I'm going to fill your cunt up to the womb with my cum. Heh, I'll tell you what, if I knock you up, I'll keep you and take you on full time as my puppy slut! I'll breed you again and again until you've given me a whole litter of bastards!" Trogar grabbed the back of Sylvia's head again and splashed her face in the bowl of stew, submerging her in the mix of broth and cum as he slammed his cock all the way to her cervix. The frantic stimulation on the tapered head finally pushed him over the edge, and he exploded into climax, spraying his hot cum all over her inner walls.

The conflicting sensations tore through her, and her mind became even more jumbled from the panic of being drowned and the pleasure of being taken in both holes. She erupted into climax as well, her whole body gyrating and shaking violently as her pussy milked out all the cum it could from Trogar's fat cock. His words echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but visualize herself as his kept puppy. Flashes of images swept through her mind: her naked in a kennel, being walked outside, her belly round and swollen with his children. She continued to cum for him, again and again as he thrust through his climax, until finally beginning to slow and stop.

Mortification stuck her again as she heard a gentle coughing from the entrance to the kitchen. 

"Your Highness, it is time to get ready. Your brother's coronation is about to start."

Trogar looked back at his valet and sighed. "Very well, I suppose I must. Will you take care of Lady Sylvia? See that she is well compensated for her time, and arrange for me to see her again. Soon."

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Jeanette lifted the obsidian crown and set it atop the grey, bald head of the orc kneeling at her feet. The dark, rough stone sat high on the orc's head. Its spires were hewed to the shape of swords and crumbled towers, and contrasted sharply with Jeanette's own golden crown. "Grotok, firstborn son of King Turogg and Queen Jeanette of Zentara, today you are invested with sovereign power, to rule jointly with..."

Price Trogar leaned over to the burly orc maid sitting to his right. "Grotok has been waiting for this for years. His victories in the field against Heste have given him an awful sense of his own importance." When Grotok rose from the ground he towered over his mother, and Trogar couldn't help but resent how he inherited all of their father's great size.

"It is high time mother has a man sitting on the throne. It's been four years since father passed. She cannot run the realm by herself."

Trogar rolled his eyes. Their mother broke from orc convention by educating his sisters, but the effort was lost on Griselda who was thick enough to think this was a bad thing. "She's only done it now since Belkor has been crowned King of Heste. It wouldn't do to have the second son outrank the first. But where does that leave me?" As the third son, lands and titles were scarce. Now that he had turned eighteen, if he didn't find something to occupy himself with soon, his newly crowned brother would find some excuse to send him off to the Angrian Marches or somewhere else equally horrid.




Orc Dominion: Elfin Descent Ch. 01



"Well, if you would take your nose out of your books and spend some time in the lists becoming a warrior like our King, I'm sure he'd find something suitable for you." 

Trogar rose to his feet as the crowd began to clap. Except for his younger siblings and the other children, he was easily the shortest orc present. While large for a human, he couldn't match most other orcs in height or width. "Agmar doesn't look too pleased to see Grotok wearing the crown either." Trogar nodded at the massive, green skinned orc who was glowering up at the dais.

"He's not our real brother, he doesn't count. Besides, he's a green skin and everyone knows they can't be trusted."

Trogar rolled his eyes and then looked back to Agmar. The trembling human serving girl at his side gave a sharp cry as Agmar grabbed her by the hair and angrily stormed out of the hall. A pretty matron with a kind smile tried to stop him, but he brushed her aside impatiently.

"You'll have to forgive Agmar, Aunt Susannah. He's as bleak about his prospects as I am." 

Dowager Duchess Susannah Welton of the Duchy of Braden hugged Trogar tightly. "I know, dear. It's hard on him being so different. Not being recognized as the son of the Queen is hard enough, but everyone can see he is different just by looking at him." An air of moroseness hung about the Dowager Duchess. Her son was all she had left, after the death of her husband, her father, and the exile of her brothers following the first Noble Rebellion during the Second Hesten War.

"With Heste finally crushed, opportunities for rank and land are going to be much harder to find. On that score, how is the young Duke?" Trogar knelt down to smile at the ten year old half-orc standing besides Susannah. The young Duke still had many human features, his orc side not having asserted itself yet.

"I am doing good cousin. Things are quiet now that Heste has finally been reunited. The people have finally accepted that they are going to live under orc rule."

"If they didn't learn that after what my father did to them after they killed your dad, they never would. Even though I was only five years old, I still remember the rage he went into when he was told that his brother had been killed."

Susannah wrapped her arm around the young Duke of Braden and hugged him close. "That is all in the past now. It is good to see you again, Trogar. Come, let us go congratulate our new King." Trogar left the great room, strolling through the halls of the castle as he pondered what to do. Three great kingdoms remained that might provide an opportunity for him to obtain rank and title. Sandora and the Elven Isles each had a princess of marriageable age, and Thesta had a ruling Queen in need of a husband, though it was assumed she would choose a Thestan noble or a Sandoran match to shore up their alliance. It wasn't likely that any of them would want an orc groom though. As bloodthirsty and aggressive as Grotok is, he didn't think his mother would allow him to go to war against Thesta and Sandora, not so soon after they supported Zentara in the war with Heste. Thanks to the orcs, the population of Zentara had exploded in the last twenty one years. With an orc on the throne of Heste, they would be able to challenge the combined might of Thesta and Sandora, though it would be a bloody, violent, and ruinous war.

That left the Elfish Isles. As slight as the elfs were, they were fierce fighters. Their rocky isles were extremely defensible, and the large ships needed to carry soldiers across the ocean would not be able to navigate the rocky shoals and waterways between each island. Zentara didn't even have enough ships to carry a force large enough, and building such a navy would be more expensive than either his brother or mother would want to pay for. No, military conquest was not the other. Some other way to capture a throne must be found.

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The stars glittered like diamonds as she gazed out over Yemora, the crystal city. She loved the view from her balcony, the way the spires reached up to the heavens, as if daring to touch the sky. To Lyriena, it perfectly captured the spirit of the elfen people. Lyriena reached out, extending a hand over the city as if to pluck out that sense of hope before it all disappeared. Standing so high above the city, she felt like she had the power to do even that.

"My Lady?" Lyriena's handmaiden stepped out onto the balcony to stand beside her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"There is nothing, Elenorei. There is nothing any of us can do. The humans, or rather, the orc beasts masquerading as humans have crippled us."

Elfs were master craftsmen, and the Gods had blessed them with plentiful mines containing emeralds and rubies and diamonds, as well quarries of marble and fields of silk worms. The elfs knew the secrets of the indigo dyes, and how to combine all of these into exquisite luxury items that fed the desires of the human kingdoms. Human gold and silver poured back into Deznessuian, and all profited.

"They have stopped allowing our ships into their kingdom, and they have stopped buying our gems and our silks. Our people grow poor, and if we don't convince them to resume trade, we shall be finished." Lyriena sighed softly, turning towards her handmaiden.

Elenorei looked troubled, and bit her lip in consternation. "My cousin Mariettea made dresses, My Lady, but two weeks ago she lost her position. She went to Ruar, in the Zentaran Kingdom to find work and we haven't heard from her since."

Lyriena nodded, a look of resignation on her face. "More and more elfs are emigrating to Zentara, looking for work. From what I hear, they do find jobs and positions, but it is not the honest, meaningful work they have here. They live in ghettos and slums and scrape by. But even that is better than what awaits them here. I do not have the wealth to support a whole city on charity."

"You do more than enough already, Princess! Everyone knows that you and your father the king do all you can to help out the people."

Lyriena had nothing to say to that. There was more she could do, though it wasn't a task she relished. Elenorei continued, "Why are the humans doing this, My Lady? Are they unhappy with what we've been trading them?"

Lyriena shrugged her shoulders. "I have no answer for you, my dear. They have not offered us any explanation, nor have they given any demands or solutions. They are as silent as death. Our death." Silence descended on the balcony, interrupted only by the sound of the gentle summer breeze. She realized that she needed to say something, to reassure and inspire her handmaiden. "But there is one more thing I can do. Come, I need to see my father."

Elenorei followed the Lyriena Eomowien, Princess of Deznessuian through the palace to the King's solar. Lyriena found her father sitting before a fireplace, quietly sipping wine from a crystal goblet. She watched him a moment before entering, noting how sad and defeated her seemed. His shoulders sagged beneath the weight of the poverty crushing his kingdom. She turned to Elenorei, and waved her hand to dismiss the handmaiden, leaving them alone in the room.

 "Good evening, Your Highness."

Coron Eomowien, King of the Deznessuian, turned towards Lyriena, his face lighting up with joy. "Beloved daughter! Come, sit with me by the fire. Join me, for what time we have left."

Lyriena sat beside her father, looping her arm through his. "It is not as grim as all that, father. You still have many years ahead of you."

"Many years of what? Poverty, starvation, ruin...I shall be remembered as the king who began the elfen twilight, the descent of our kingdom into ignominy." 

"There might be a way to prevent that, father. I had an idea." Lyriena looked at her father with trepidation, sure that he was not going to like what she had in mind.

"Yes, my dear? What is it?" The king sounded hopeful, but beneath that there was resignation in his voice.

"I thought that I might travel to Ruar, and appeal to the King of the Zentarans directly. Discover why they have cut off trade, and find the price they desire for resuming it."

"Absolutely not! Those savages are not to be trusted, and their court is no place for a maiden such as yourself." Coron rose from his chair to cup Lyriena's face, and brush her golden hair back behind her pointed ears. "Send the Sun of Deznessuian into that den of debauchery? Never! Besides, we've sent countless emissaries, and all have been turned away without audience."

The Princess blushed at the pet name. Her father, and many of her subjects called her the Sun of Deznessuian due to her golden hair, and the fact that she was the 'son' of the King, who stood to inherit the throne. This wasn't the time to be the golden child the people loved in her youth, but it was time to be her father's son. So Lyriena steeled herself and pressed on. "They will not turn me away, father. I am a Princess. They will have to treat with me. Besides, if the stories are true, father, then they will welcome an Elfen Princess to their court. But do not be alarmed, I will not let their wicked ways get to me. I am an Eomowien, I know my place, and my duty."

"I know you do, my darling, but those orcs and humans are savages. They won't ask if you want to participate, you'll be forced. They'll do things, show you things. You'll be exposed to, well, things a maiden should not be." The King sunk back into his chair under the weight of the possibilities, the thoughts haunting him.

"They wouldn't dare, father. They've just finished conquering Heste, putting Thesta and Sandora on edge. If they start abusing a Princess of Deznessuian, it will set those Kingdoms against them. If nothing else, they will not stand idly by, they cannot afford to, now that Zentara has combined their own wealth with Heste's military power."

Coron considered this, and Lyriena let him sit in silence for several moments, before speaking again. "I want to do this, father. I look out my window, and I see what is happening to our people. This is something I can do. How can I look at them, talk to them, ever hope to lead them if there was something I could do to help them, and I didn't?"

"The loss of trade, the poverty, is only the beginning of our problems my dear. Even if you manage it, our people are still dying. Every generation is less than the one before it. Once our people flourished across the Isles, and now our cities are becoming barren."

"When we bring the trade back we'll bring the people back, father. All those who left will come home again, when better jobs are available." She hated seeing her father like this, her father who had been so strong and resolute after her mother died. She had been her anchor, a pillar to keep her grounded through the grief. Now the death of their people was doing what the loss of her mother couldn't.

"It's not just the trade, Bright Sun. Our birth rates have been declining for years. You were our little miracle, our only child after decades of trying. We so wanted to give you a little brother or sister..."

Lyriena leaned in to kiss her father's cheek. "We must not despair, nor give in to things beyond our control. We can fix this dispute with the humans. The rest will have to come later. Perhaps when our people return from the continent they will be reinvigorated. I do not know, father. All I know is that I can try to fix this one thing oppressing our people.

The force of the argument impressed itself on Coron, and it really did seem to be the only way out of their predicament. He was too old now to go himself, as much as he wanted to spare his daughter the danger. "You shall be protected on every step of the journey. Captain Goriel of the Royal Guard will escort you, along with a score of his best men. You shall have all the entourage a Princess and emissary of Deznessuian deserves, and will display to them all the wealth and luxury they are denying themselves."

Lyriena smiled sadly at her father. "Thank you. Do not worry, father, I will find out why they are doing this, and convince them to stop. Trade will resume and prosperity will return to our people, I swear it!" With the blessing of her royal father, Lyriena now needed to tell her betrothed that she was going to Zentara to treat with the humans.

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As Lyriena and her honor guard walked through the city, it appeared much less glamorous than it did from her balcony. While the tips of the spires may have kissed the sky and caught the light of the sun and moon, here at the bottom they were base and dirty. The streets smelled of garbage, blood, desperation, and fear. As employment fell, more and more elfs turned to the vices of alcohol, gambling, and loose women. Though it was a short walk from Lyriena's palace to the apartments her fiancé owned in the city, evidence of the growing dissolution of her people was everywhere.

Duke Datoran Stohlnoth was about Lyriena's age, which was young to be the duke of such a powerful family. The Stohlnoths were the second most powerful family in the Isles, and it was hoped that by joining Lyriena and Datoran that they could centralize enough power to allow the elfs to better handle Zentara, and to firm up the prosperity of the islands.

Her people needed all the prosperity she could bring them. The only ones who seemed to be making any money were the tavern keepers, who kept the elfs besotted with wine to help them forget their troubles. Many gambled as well, hoping to win big and reverse their fortunes. Even women weren't spared, she realized, as a drunk young elfen woman stumbled out of a bar. The woman wasn't even wearing a veil! Was it any wonder that lewdness ran the streets when women wouldn't even keep the most basic of proprieties? The elf woman quickly fell into the arms of a young man and the pair set off down the road together, their hands already running all over each other.

Lyriena, Elenorei, and her two guards turned down a side street to avoid the licentiousness of the main boulevard. The side street wasn't much better, however, and here the princess stood out even more. Her long, silk purple dress set her apart, and the diamonds she wore around her neck, finger, and atop her head seemed to draw in the moonlight and capture the attention of the drunks stumbling through the streets.

"Oy but there's a fine piece of ass! Coming to troll down here in the slums?"

"Seems like even the quality ain't above coming down in the muck."

"Fallen on hard times my lady? I got something here to cheer you up!"

Lyriena blushed beneath her veil, grateful for the custom that now hid how mortified she was. She had to place her hand on her guards' arms to hold them back from punishing the louts. This wasn't the time or place to start a fight. Her party continued on their way, but the sounds of grunting and moaning coming from a nearby alley made her pause. Even though they had tried to avoid the major road with the gaming halls, taverns and brothels, they still managed to find lewd and depraved behavior. Lyriena stopped at the entrance to the alley, intent on scolding the couple for their public display. Her dressing down stalled in her throat as she saw the slender figure of an elfen man pressing up against a woman from behind. Her dress had been pulled off her shoulders, leaving her small breasts partially exposed as they rubbed up against the side of the building. 

Lyriena watched the pair, entranced by their coupling. The elfen princess was still a maid, and curious about the ways of men and women. Hearing the tales of wickedness in the city had inflamed her imagination, and now she was seeing for herself what they were all about. The man was thrusting vigorously into the woman, slapping their hips sharply together in a way that looked quite uncomfortable. Nonetheless, the woman's moans told Lyriena that she was quite enjoying the treatment.

A shiver ran down the Princess' spine as her nipples hardened and rubbed against the silk fabric of her dress. She ran her hands over the small mounds, wondering if they were bigger than the woman in the alley, and what they would feel like after getting pushed up against the side of the wall like that.

"Your Highness..."

She glanced down to where their bodies were becoming one, but with the poor lighting of the alleyway she couldn't see the man's member. She knew in theory how the coupling worked, but she hadn't seen a man's shaft before. Warmth spread between her legs as she imagined what it must feel like to have something pushing inside of her. As the woman's cries grew louder, Lyriena thought that it must feel very pleasant indeed.

"Your Highness..."

It was a strange thing to be watching so intimate and personal an act. Even though it was being performed here in public, she felt like she was peering into the private lives of her subjects. It was as if by seeing them at their most intimate, she was seeing their souls and completely knowing them, inside and out. It made her feel powerful; a different sort of power than when she looked out over the city from her balcony. Now she was down among them, invading their lives and not ruling over them from above.

"Your Higness..."

She wondered what Datoran's member was like. Would it make her squeal the way the woman in the alley did? Was he an energetic lover? She tried to picture him taking her there in the alley, but she couldn't. Her fiancé wasn't like that; he was a gentlemen. He would make love to her on their wedding night, on a soft bed surrounded by candles. They would explore each other's bodies for the first time, and learn the secrets of passion and love together. Lyriena pressed her thighs together, quivering at the thought of them together for the first time. But, she was going into the unknown. What if the beasts in Zentara manhandled her? What if they robbed Datoran of the opportunity to explore their passion together for the first time? Her wedding wasn't schedule for another year, after all.

"Princess..."

The slapping and moaning from the alley got louder. Is he going to spill himself inside her? What if she gets pregnant? Are they even married? Lyriena watched with wide eyes as the elf's hips became a blur of motion, pumping into the woman faster and harder. She was torn on where to look; should she watch the place where their bodies united, or watch the way the woman's breasts bounced and smacked against the wall? Or maybe she should watch their faces twist in pleasure, watch their mouths press together as they kiss? Oh why can't I watch them all at once?

The woman began to shudder violently and press herself back tightly into the man. He cried out and pulled her hips tightly, holding himself deep inside her as he released. Lyriena bit her lower lip, her heart racing as she watched them spasm in joy.

"Princess Lyriena!"

The Princess jumped and spun around, mortified to see Elenorei and her guards looking right at her. I can't believe they saw me peeping!

"Your Highness, we should go, this really isn't appropriate for a maiden of high birth. We should get to Duke Stohlnoth's house as quickly as possible."

"Of course, you're right of course. Come, let's be off. We shouldn't spend another minute among these...degenerates." 

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Duke Stohlnoth's Manse rose twice as high above the neighboring buildings, with thick crystal columns that supported gold plated arches that streaked across the night sky like shooting stars. A strong wall of crystal bars surrounded his property, and the spires were capped with torches that held the darkness at bay. As she approached the front gate, Lyriena saw a pair of peacocks strolling over the grass, and further on a bird with ridiculously long legs and vibrant plumage drank from a marble fountain.

Her fiancé had placed two guards in front of his manor, and they bowed low when they recognized her. "Good evening Your Highness. His Grace will meet you in the foyer. It is an honor to have you among us this evening."




Orc Dominion: Elfin Descent Ch. 01



Lyriena inclined her head slightly and stepped through the gate. Rose petals had been strew up the walkway to the house creating a path for her, which brought a smile to her lips. She proceeded regally towards the manor, and as she approached the twin doors were opened from the inside. She stepped into a luxurious foyer, which opened into an even larger receiving room. Datoran had every one of his servants lined up diagonally from the corners, while he stood at the center where they joined.

"Your Highness, it is enchanting to see you as ever." Datoran smiled politely and bowed, then gently grasped her hand to place a brief kiss across it.

"Your Grace, thank you for receiving me on such short notice. Really, you did not need to go through such trouble for me." Lyriena tried to give the nervous looking servants a reassuring smile, but it faltered and fell off her lips as she noticed the mutinous glares in some of their faces.

"It is nothing, Your Highness. Certainly it is nothing less than a royal princess deserves. It is the only proper reception! Come, I've had refreshments laid out in the study." Datoran turned and took Lyriena's arm and led her to a library, with Elenorei following close behind as chaperone. "Now then, what brings you to see me so suddenly?"

"I must go away, Datoran. I will be leaving on a diplomatic mission to Zentara."

Datoran frowned at that pronouncement. "Are you sure that's proper, Princess? I don't think you should be traveling away from the Isles, especially not to a place such as Zentara. It isn't safe for proper young ladies."

"I shall be well guarded; and I will be Queen one day. The world is getting smaller, Datoran. We will continue to have more contact with the humans...and the orcs who rule them."

"One's hardly better than the other, if you ask me. And I don't see why you should have to deal with them, Princess. It's been two hundred and ninety-one years since we made contact with the humans, and our royalty has never visited their lands. There's no reason for it to start now, especially not with our Princess." The Duke led Lyriena to a large mahogany table in the middle of the library which was exquisitely laid out with innumerable treats and beverages. Although he pulled out a chair for her to sit, the Princess remained standing.

"Our Ambassador has already tried to reason with them. They won't listen to anyone except royalty. My father cannot leave, which means that it falls to me. When the humans first came here, they used our rivalries and divisions to tear us apart. When the elf lords finally elected my family to lead them, we accepted a sacred trust to represent our people and put their interests ahead of our own. I must do this Datoran."

"I know the weight of responsibility, Your Highness, I've carried it since I was a young man. With all kindness and respect, it is too much for such slender shoulders. Our union will pull our people out of this hole, and then I will be able to carry the load for you."

"I'm afraid there is no time for that. The number of elfs was dwindling already, and now they are leaving the Isles in droves. I have to act now. But I didn't want to leave without seeing you, without saying goodbye." Lyriena smiled tremulously at her fiancé. She was still flushed from spying on the couple earlier, and now she couldn't help but wonder again whether he could make her feel as the other elf woman did.

"If your mind is made up, then I suppose that is that, Your Highness. That being the case, I have a farewell present for you. It was to be an engagement gift, but I suppose there is no reason it cannot be both, eh?" Datoran walked across the room to his desk and unlocked a drawer, and then pulled out a small box. He brought it back to Lyriena and held it out to her. "Something to match your engagement ring, to help reinforce the wealth and majesty of Deznessuian."

Lyriena opened the box, and then gasped when she saw what was inside. "This isn't-you couldn't have found-"

"The Moon of Deznessuian, yes. Finally back in elfish hands where it belongs."

"But where did you get it? It must have cost a fortune!" Lyriena lifted the diamond out from the case and let it dangle from its chain. The gem was the size of a chicken egg, and set in gold shaped and enameled as the sun as if the stone were passing before it in an eclipse.

"It did, but it was worth every Mark. The gem was sitting in the vaults of the old Duke of Braden, the one who was a relative of the King of Heste. When his castle fell, his steward stole the gem, and used it to fund his retirement. It went to a human merchant, who made a large investment right before the embargo and needed gold. He sold it to me for an exorbitant sum. But it's only fitting that the Moon of Deznessuian rests with her Sun." Datoran took the necklace from her and opened the clasp so he could set it around her neck. The diamond rested heavily on her chest, but she could tell that it sparkled amazingly.

"Thank you! It's amazing! You're amazing!" She beamed at him, and then after a moment she started to grin wryly. "But it's a strange sort of engagement gift, isn't it? It's supposed to be cursed; you're not getting cold feet about the wedding, are you?"

The Moon of Deznessuian had a long and storied history in the Isles. The miner who discovered it had tried to keep it for himself, but was discovered and executed. The lord who owned the mine went mad trying to find more diamonds like it, and was eventually killed in a cave-in while digging deeper and deeper. Since then, it had passed from hand to hand, family to family, leaving death and depredation in its wake. Seventy-nine years ago, the last elfish owner tried to overthrow her family and launch an attack on Zentara in conjunction with Heste, but his coup was put down and the diamond disappeared with his son.

"Surely you don't believe that superstitious nonsense, Your Highness? It makes an amusing story for the commons to pass around, but there is no more curse in that stone than there is in our blood." The Duke's pronouncement struck a tense chord, since rumors had started that the elfs' low fertility was due to a curse on elf blood. Really, it was supposed to be a curse on elf seed, but the Princess wasn't expected to know what that was.

"I suppose not. Thank you Datoran, it is a lovely gift. Just...amazing! I cannot say it enough." Lyriena leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek and rest her hands on his chest. "I shall have to come up with some way to thank you. Do you have any ideas?" She held her breath, imagining again what the commoners were doing in the alley.

"Your smile is all the thanks I need, Your Highness."

Lyriena swallowed her disappointment, but then, she expected that she might need to be a little more direct. She glanced over at Elenorei, who was watching them idly, but giving them enough distance for privacy, and then led Datoran down one of the library rows. "I've heard stories about the human lands. They say that it is a wicked place that feasts upon young maidens, corrupting and defiling them."

"It's true, Your Highness, which is why I don't think you should-"

"Meet me tonight, Datoran. I'd rather gift my virtue to you than risk it in that vile place. You're my fiancé, it would not be so improper-"

"Princess! Absolutely not! I would never disrespect your father so, nor you. We must wait until our wedding night; that is the proper way of it!" Datoran looked at her in shock, as if seeing her for the first time. How could the Princess suggest such a lewd and improper thing?

She leaned in to kiss him, but Datoran stepped back, causing her to sigh. "Very well Datoran, you're right of course. How fortunate I am to have you to guide me. A less reputable man would have taken advantage of my foolishness" she replied sardonically, a fact which was lost on him. "Thank you for the gift. I shall treasure it, and wait for the day I can see you again. Goodnight, Your Grace and farewell." Perhaps it's better this way, she thought, I shudder to think of what improprieties I might be tempted into in Zentara if I left here awakened to pleasure.



Orc Dominion: Elfin Descent Ch. 02



Author's Note: I decided to upload the second chapter to keep things flowing, even though progress has been slow on Chapter 5. I have been very busy, but hopefully that will clear up after this coming Tuesday and I will be able to resume writing. As it is, you can probably expect Chapter 3 in about four weeks.

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Humans gave him a wide berth as he made his way through the well kept streets of Ruar's merchant district. Trogar was dressed to impress tonight, wearing a black silk shirt that hugged his well defined chest and a pair of soft buckskin leather breeches. His fine boots had been polished to a mirror sheen, and he was bedecked in jewelry and carried a heavy purse. Normally one might be afraid of flaunting such wealth in the streets, but Trogar was well known in this district. No one would dare to rob the Queen's son. 

His destination tonight was a popular one, but surprisingly not one in which he ever indulged. Lorelai's was said to be the finest Elfish brothel in Ruar. They had been popping up all over the city as conditions worsened in the Elfish Isles, and in a decadent city like Ruar the idea of the dainty, hauntingly beautiful elfs being reduced to prostitution stoked the imaginations of his lecherous subjects and caused gold to rain upon the houses of ill repute like a waterfall.

Somehow the owner had managed to buy enough elfish crystal to construct the front façade of the building. It was probably done after the embargo too, which rankled Trogar. But there was nothing to be done or it now; and if everything went well smuggling would be the least of his problems.

Lorelai herself rushed to meet him in the foyer of the house. "Your Highness! What an honor it is to have you here! Please, command me My Prince and tell me how I may be of service!"

It was hard to tell how old the elfish woman was; they were said to live thousands of years but retain their youth and beauty, though his books told him this was nonsense. Still, from her manner he judged her to be at least middle aged. Despite the name, he doubted if she were the true owner of this place, and whoever really owned it wouldn't entrust it to a younger woman, would they?

"I need two of your girls, well trained but not too jaded, if you know what I mean."

"Of course, Your Highness, I'm sure I can find however many girls you desire." Lorelai smiled obsequiously. If she were bothered by the idea of an orc fucking one of her countrymen, she didn't show it.

"I don't think you understand, Madam. I wish to retain their services indefinitely. They will need to move into the castle, and be able to pass as maids." Trogar snickered. "That is, as servants and not maidens."

"Indefinitely?" Lorelai pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Well, shall we say six months, Your Highness? For the sum of one hundred and seventy-five gold marks. Each."

Trogar's snicker became an outright roar of laughter at that. "Three hundred and fifty for six months? They had better be your best damn whores for that price."

"My girls are in high demand, you know, and I assure you that you won't be disappointed. I have just the girls in mind; good girls from Yemora, and twins. Men are always happy to pay more for twins, you know."

The thought of twins made him take the offer more seriously. "Twins, eh? That might be just the thing. Let me see them then, and I will let you know if they will suit." Twins! That would be perfect. Trogar kept his excitement from showing though; it wouldn't do to have the bawd realize how eager he was for these girls. If they really could pass for servants then it would be just what he needed to help bring the Princess in line.

"Your Highness, this is Soleil and Florette. Girls, this is Prince Trogar, be sure to do everything he asks."

"That's enough, Madame, you may go." When the Madame left, he turned to look at the two sisters. The two elfs were pretty in that ethereal elf way. They both had long, pale blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. They were well figured for their kind, with large breasts and flaring hips that made them look almost human, were it not for their pointy ears and short stature. They only came up to his sternum, and he was short for an orc.

The two girls were identical physically, but Trogar could spot differences in the way they carried themselves. Florette was looking at him hungrily, as if she was waiting for him to pounce like the slavering beast many people saw orcs as. Soleil was different, her look was cold and calculating, for all she tried to hide it behind a welcoming smile.

"How may we serve you tonight, Your Highess?" Florette asked. "We're both eager to do anything you want, anything!" The elf grinned eagerly as she wrapped her arm around her sister and stroked Soleil's thigh.

"Not that, cooze, not yet, anyway. I have some particular needs in mind."

"Particular needs? That's hardly a new request, Your Highness." Soleil's voice drew across his skin like cool silk, and if he hadn't already had a specific prey in mind it might have been the beginning of a new relationship for him.

"I need something more than that from you both. I want to hire you to work for me, in the castle for the next six months. But I need to know you can do the job."

Florette's mouth turned to a pout, but Soleil continued to view him with calculation, though she started to appear more interested. "What sort of job is it, then?"

"I need you to play the part of servants. In public, at least. Can you do that?"

"Oh sure we can, Your Highness. Sol and I were good and proper servants back in Yemora. We kept house for a fine merchant. Well-heeled, he was. If it weren't for him going out of business we'd still be there now. We didn't get let go on account of sloppiness or anything."

Trogar smiled as he looked between them. "I'm glad to hear it. Can you play the part of a lady's maid, as well?"

Soleil nodded primly. "We can, we often did so for his wife. She rather liked the image of us trailing behind her where she went. But forgive my forwardness, Your Highness, but I didn't think that you were married. Who is our lady to be?"

"Why, who else but your Princess, Lyriena Eomowien?" Trogar snickered at the look of shock on their faces.

"The Princess is coming here?" Florette asked in wonder.

Soleil was a little sharper with her response. "Why would you want the likes of us waiting on her?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, my intentions for the Princess aren't entirely honorable. I need something from her, and I need you two to help me get it. That isn't going to be a problem for you, is it?"

Soleil exchanged a look with her sister, before turning back to Trogar. "No, Your Highness. After we were turned out from our place with the merchant, we looked for another job in the city, but couldn't find one. Finally we applied at the castle, but they turned us away. And the tariff on leaving the Isles were so high that when we came to Ruar we had nothing, and none of the jobs here for elfs are honest. The King and his daughter don't care for the people. If we had to learn this trade on account of her, it's only fair she learn what we did right?"

"The steward was quite cruel. Said honest maids would be able to find work, and if we couldn't it's because we we're immoral, and the princess didn't tolerate our sort. But we were honest women in Deznessuian, it was the Princess who made us indecent." Soleil added. "If you mean to teach her a lesson, she has it coming."

"She should reap what she sows." Trogar agreed. "But first, you need to show me what you've learned so I can judge whether you're adequate teachers."

Florette and her sister shared a sly grin, and then slowly approached the orc. They were both clad in simple linen shifts, so thin that they became transparent in the light of the fire. The soft fabric brushed over their curves as the sultrily stepped up to the orc. Soleil untucked Trogar's shirt and lifted it up along his body. Her breasts pushed against the orc's stomach as she stepped up on her toes, but finally Trogar had to lift the shirt the rest of the way over his head as she was too short.

Deft fingers undid his belt and worked Trogar's pants down to his ankles. Florette quickly removed his boots while Soleil flicked her tongue over the orc's stomach and brushed her soft skin against his. Trogar's cock stiffened, swelling out to its full length as he ran his hand over Soleil's backside. He could feel the heat of Florette's skin and the softness of her hair teasing the periphery of his shaft, and he ached to have the twin girls finally show it their attention.

A shiver coursed through him as he felt Florette's tongue flicker across his inner thigh. The elf's soft fingers danced along the taut muscles of his leg as Soleil traced her fingers along his abdomen. His gut tightened in anticipation as Florette stroked up his leg toward his cock, while Soleil stroked downward. The sister's hands met and intertwined, and a frustrated growl rumbled out as they turned away from him towards each other.

"Teasing wenches!"

"This is what you're paying us for, is it not?" Florette grinned wickedly while Soleil laughed softly. The sisters leaned in and pressed their lips together. Their breasts mashed together, forming a bridge above his cock while they explored each other's all too familiar body.

"Yeah, don't you want to see how well we can manipulate a woman's body to be sure we can manipulate the princess?" Soleil flashed her teeth as she pushed her hand between Florette's legs, making her sister squeal. The elf's dexterous fingers slid around Florette's slick pussy, teasing her labia and circling her little pleasure button.

"What I want is for you to teach her how to manipulate me!" Trogar growled out, and then scowled as the girls snickered at his turn of phrase. He gripped his ridged cock and began to stroke in an attempt to ease his lust, but only fanned the flames even further.

The two sisters continued to kiss, noisily smacking their lips together as their small, soft hands ran up and down each other's curves. Trogar stifled another groan as he saw the small bumps of their nipples poking through the fabrics of their slips sliding back and forth over each other's bodies. Florette moaned into the kiss as her sister continued to finger her. Soleil got more aggressive, sliding two fingers inside the other elf and rolling them in ever widening circles.

Florette began to buck her hips, eagerly pushing into her twin's fingers as she shamelessly groped and squeezed her sister's ass. Soleil finally broke the kiss, and then tugged on Florette's lip with her teeth, before nipping and biting the elf's neck.

Trogar began pounding his cock harder as he watched the sister's make out. The wet sound of Soleil's fingers pushing in and out grew louder in time with Florette's moans, but before the elf could reach a climax they were abruptly removed, with Soleil turning Florette and pushing her down to a squat in front of Trogar.

The elf kissed the tapered end of Trogar's dick, and guided his hand away so she could run her tongue up and down the banded shaft. Florette cupped her hands around the prince's balls and lifted them and his shaft, pushing it against her face as she kissed, nuzzled, and licked up and around it. Soon her face was glistening with her own spit as it rubbed off on her from the orc's cock.

Soleil ran her fingers over Trogar's chest, and then curled her fingers into his shirt, tugging him into leaning over. The orc thought that she meant to kiss him, but she kept pulling him lower and lower, until she fell back on the small, dingy bed in the brothel room. She guided his face between her legs and as the short chemise rode up her thighs he saw her small, bare, tight elfin slit. 

Big grey hands wrapped around her slender thighs and pulled them apart, revealing her sex even further to the orc. Trogar dove in, greedily slurping at Soleil's pussy with his broad tongue. The elf girl was already wet for him, and tasted as sweet as honey. He rolled his face between her legs, nuzzling her thighs with his tusks as his lips and mouth closed around the entrance to her slit. It felt tight even around his tongue, and promised an even tighter grip around his cock.

Florette shifted with the prince as he repositioned himself. With practiced movements she sat on the floor beneath him, leaning back against the bed with her head between her twin sister's knees. Now that they were in position, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft and began to suck. Already with her spittle, she quickly began bobbing up and down, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth until the tapered end began to prove the back of her throat.

Small hands stroked through Trogar's dark hair as Soleil pulled him closer against her cunt. The prince's tongue was as thick as her sister's fingers, and the aggressive way which he went after her snatch made up for its relative lack of flexibility. A rush of pleasure and power coursed through her as she thought of the orc prince between her legs, eating her pussy and focusing on her pleasure. Soleil began to move her hips harder, grinding into his mouth, relishing even the pricks of his tusks against her flesh as she rode his face in delight.

Trogar groaned against Soleil's pussy as he felt Florette suck on his cock. These sisters definitely knew what they were about, and would be of immense help in controlling the princess. As Soleil moved her hips, he began to rock his, pumping in and out of Florette's mouth as she took his cock deeper. The tapered head began to push into her throat, and the sudden hot tenseness around it made him nearly cum right there. He had to steel himself to hold back, wanting to savor the pleasure and sample all of their delights he could.

As the cock pushed in and out of her mouth, Florette hugged the ridges of his cock with her lips like a screw. She followed the ribbed contours of his shaft as it pushed all the way into her throat and then back again. A pang of jealousy shot through her as she heard her sister moan in delight. When Soleil's legs lifted up and pressed her curled toes planted on the sides of Florette's face she knew her sister was close to cumming.

Soleil thrashed on the bed as she felt her climax approach. Even when Trogar gripped her hips so tightly that it might leave a mark she continued to buck her hips, charging eagerly ahead into the crashing wave of her climax. Her feet stroked through Florette's hair, squeezing her head and pushing her up and down on the prince's cock as she used it for leverage to work her hips against Trogar's mouth. Her pleasure finally erupted as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her swollen clit, making her cry out in delirious pleasure as the orgasm exploded through her.

A grin passed over his face as he felt the whore surrender herself to the pleasure. Soleil's juices exploded out of her cunt and showered his lips and tongue as the frail elfin woman undulated beneath him on the sheets. Florette's movements became more forceful on his dick, and now every thrust of his hips was met with her diving deep on his cock and taking it all the way into her throat. His eyes rolled back, and for a moment he thought he was going to lose control, but he managed to yank his hips back and pull his straining cock out of her throat. Even then he didn't know if he was going to be able to keep from cumming, and his seed broiled near the head of his cock. Luckily, he saved himself from ruining his orgasm before even putting his dick inside that delightfully tight elfin snatch.

"Brace yourself wench, I'm going to give you a fucking like you've never had yet!"

Soleil licked her lips and moved her feet to Florette's armpits and guided her sister up, having her stand between them. "Not so fast Your Highness. My poor sister hasn't had any attention yet. You wouldn't deny her after she sucked your cock so good, would you?"

"Please don't deny me My Prince! I need your cock inside me! It tasted so good, felt so good in my mouth that I need it inside me! Fuck me please!" Florette begged.

Trogar growled and pushed Florette onto the bed, which Soleil was just barely able to roll off of in time to avoid being pinned. The orc grabbed her feet and yanked her to the edge, lifting her hips up to bring the elf girl's pussy in line with his cock. 

"Allow me Your Highness." Soleil said, a husky, throaty lilt to her voice. Her slender fingers took hold of the prince's cock while her other hand spread her sister's labia. She guided the tip of Trogar's cock to the entrance to Florette's pussy. "Fuck her, My Prince, Fuck her hard!"

He wasted no time before obliging, roughly slamming his fat cock deep inside Florette's tight elfin cunt. It was even tighter than he imagined, almost tighter than he thought possible. Even still, the elf whore's pussy was wet enough that he was able to get good friction while moving in and out. He immediately began to pump his hips, pummeling the girl as he rammed in and out.

Shockwaves hammered through her as the orc's powerful thrusts made Florette bounce atop the bed. She moaned eagerly as every nerve in her pussy was stroked and caressed by the ridged orc cock. The prince filled her up and stretched her pussy out so tightly that every available inch of flesh was being simultaneously stroked by his cock. "Ooooh! Oh yes My Prince! Ah! Fuck me! Harder! Ruin me with your big orc dick!"

Soleil grinned at her sister's words. She leaned over her twin and brought her lips to her sister's swollen clit. She kissed the little button, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive nub while the orc pounded away between her legs. She was rewarded by her sister's shriek of pleasure, and she knew that Florette had just clenched ever harder around the Prince's dick. She could hear his grunt of satisfaction every time she ran the tip of her tongue over it, and as she did it faster and faster he began to pant in ragged, burning need.

The feeling of Florette's cunt twitching and spasming around his cock as her sister licked her clit was too much for Trogar. His hips became a blur as he humped faster and harder, until releasing a low bestial howl and slamming as deep inside her as he could go. The pent up pleasure was finally released in a torrent of hot sticky cum, flooding the girl's insides with his goo. Rope after rope splattered the walls of her pussy as he worked himself in and out, continuing to fuck her hard right through the climax.

"Ah! That's it! Fuck you elf cunts are good. Your people coming here is the best thing that's ever happened to the city!" Trogar sighed in satisfaction as the last of his seed was spent inside the woman. But his cock was still hard after he drew out. All the teasing meant that it would be a while yet before his lust was completely sated. A grin formed on his lips, and he reached down to take hold of Soleil's pale blonde hair.

He guided the elf woman before him, keeping her mouth to her sister's clit. "Be a good loving sister and clean Florette up, would you?" He smirked when he noticed Soleil suppress a grimace, but the whore nonetheless brought her mouth to her sister's slit and began to lick up his cum. It serves her right anyway, he thought. She should really know her place. Trogar lined himself up behind her and guided his shaft to Soleil's wet puss. He then slammed forward, mashing Soleil's face into Florette's cum gushing cunt as he buried himself deep inside. It's only fair, after all, sister's are supposed to share. And maybe afterward he could see how tight their little asses were.

****

Sometime later, after returning the twins to the castle and turning them over to the steward for appropriate lodging he went to see his mother. A message had been waiting for him back at the castle that he was to receive someone with her and his brother, the new king. The cavernous throne room was well lit when he entered. Mother is doubtless trying to make an impression on the Guild Master, he thought. Leading up to the thrones on either side were gold candelabras as tall as a man, fashioned in the form of naked women holding torches. No doubt Weylan, the current Master of the Gem Cutter's Guild was directly involved in their construction. A not so subtle reminder of how he has profited from royal patronage?




Orc Dominion: Elfin Descent Ch. 02



At the end of the hall, his mother and brother were seated in their thrones, raised up on a dais above Weylan and himself. It rankled that he had to kneel to his brother, but Trogar managed to hide his distaste. He needed both of them still if he were to secure his own position in the Eflish Isles, especially now that the first challenge had arisen.

"Now that Prince Trogar has arrived, we can hear your petition, Master Weylan." Jeanette looked a mixture of amused and annoyed at her son. Apparently she realized just what Trogar had been up to.

"Forgive me Your Highness, I was away seeing to the recruitment of the new special staff for the castle that we discussed when I got your message. Fortunately I can report that I was successful." Trogar smiled up at his mother. She was wearing a short, tight, burgundy dress that ended well above the knees. From her postion above him it was almost impossible not to look up her skirt, and higher than that wasn't much better. Her dress was extremely low-cut, revealing the Queen's incredibly generous cleavage. He had seen many of the 'portraits' of his mother as a younger woman around the castle, and while she had been well-endowed then the birth of a dozen children and made her bosom swell to an even greater proportion. Even after sating himself with the two elfen twins he felt a stirring that he tried to quickly push down. "Do the Gem Cutters have a petition for us?"

"Yes, we do. Please Your Highnesses, this, ill-advised embargo of the Elfish Isles must end. It is crushing commerce in the city. Without the precious gems from the Elfs my cutters have no work. The merchants have nothing to sell, the Thestans and Sandorans have nothing to buy! The entire system of trade that has made Zentara the wealthiest Kingdom is falling apart!" The Master of the Gem Cutter's Guild was a relatively young man, which gave him the energy and conviction needed to protest against the royal decree. With a lighter hair and complexion, he probably had Thestan or Sandoran blood in him. Many of the merchant families married across the border to secure lucrative business deals.

"Surely it is not all bad as that. Zentara is rich in gold and silver. Your enammalers and goldsmiths should have plenty of work to do." The King interjected.

"Yes, they do, for now. But without the gem trade there is less of a market for them. Merchants are making less money, and nobles don't want fine metal without gems. Something must be done, My King!"

"Something will be done, Master. We have received a pigeon from the Elfs stating that they are sending an emissary to resolve our dispute. Negotiations will soon be under was and I am sure that this matter will be resolved to everyone's satisfaction." Jeanette smiled patiently at Weylan for a moment before rising up from the throne. As she stood, her legs parted for just a moment and the sight made the already flushed Guild Master redden just a little more.

Jeanette walked down the dais and placed her arm around Weylan. "You must trust your King and Queen. Haven't we made you and your brothers rich? Who is a greater patron of your art than I? Rest assured, when this matter is resolved you'll have a greater and cheaper access to the gems of the Elfs then you ever dreamed possible."

The possibility of cheaper gems seemed to mollify the Guild Master, though only somewhat. "That would certainly do much to offset to losses we have suffered, Your Highness. But I must inform you that relief will have to come soon or my people will be out of work."

"Mother, weren't you thinking of opening the vault and using some of your gems as decorations and gifts for the Victory Festivel? I'm sure that would keep our friends the Gem Cutters fed while I negotiate with the Elfs." Trogar gave Weylan a sacharrine smile.

"What an excellent idea, brother!" The King chimed in genially. "The Princess-Knight of Thesta herself is coming, and we will need a gift worthy of a visiting royal."

"Indeed, and as the Princess of the Elfs will be here, we shall need something for her as well. I'll have my steward make the arrangements?" Jeanette asked the Guild Master.

"Yes, that would be wonderful My Queen. You have my thanks, Your Highnesses." Weylan returned the smile, though it was strained. "I shall pray for a speedy conclusion to your negotiations." The Guild Master quickly departed after being dismissed by the King.

"He's satisfied for now, but it won't last forever." Said Grotok. "You're going to have to work on the Elfish Princess quickly. Supplying those gems to the Gemcutters is going to cost us a fortune. If all the other Guilds are going to want bribes we'll be bankrupt before the new year."

"We'll need to buy the Masons and Miners for sure." Jeanette remarked. "They're the most influential, if we can win them to our side they will be able to keep the rest of the Guild at bay long enough for Trogar to woo the young princess."

"You know I have quite the way with the ladies, mother. That won't be a problem. As for the Stonemasons, I suggest we order some new fortifications for the Hades Pass. A castle or two would give them all the incentive they need to support us."

"Thesta might take that the wrong way." Jeanette replied dryly. 

Trogar gave his mother a smug grin. "We're undermining the economy of our biggest trading partner to try and put your son on the throne. After me you've got nine more children. Do you think Thesta and Sandora won't start to wonder what your intentions are for them?"

"Thesta supported us in our last war with Heste and put your brother on the throne. Think they would have done that if they expected treachery? Princess Amelie herself fought by my side." Grotok chuckled gutturally.

"At her father's behest," commented Jeanette, "but he is old and eager to keep us appeased. Amelie is young and eager to fight. She will see our actions for what they are, whether we reinforce the Hades Pass or not."

"The question remains then, whether buying the loyalty of the Stonemasons is worth annoying Thesta. I say it is, for my part."

"Of course you do," snorted Grotok, "this is your scheme for the throne you're trying to win."

"Sooner or later, we'll be at war with Thesta. When it comes, we'll want those fortifications in the Pass. Better to build them now when the King will do nothing instead of wait for a Queen who might." Trogar looked to his mother for support.

Jeanette thought about it for a moment. "Trogar is right. The forts will take years to complete and there is no way of knowing when the next war will come. Better to get work started now."

A deep frown crossed Grotok's lips. "I don't like how casually you assume that war will come with Thesta. They are our allies, and we may yet win them over peacefully."

"You know Amelie better than any of us," said Jeanette, "Do you think she'll marry her son, if she has one, to your sister? Or her sister to your brother? Or your son?"

Silence hung heavy in the air, and before Grotok had a chance to answer, Trogar jumped in, "Well, I think that answers that. We won't be able to win the Silk Merchants or Goldsmiths, they are with the Gem Cutters. We've done good business for the Blacksmiths though, so we should be able to win them. We'll have to win more of the lesser guilds in order to win the Council."

Jeanette nodded thoughtfully. "The Bakers, Butchers, and Brewers will all win lucrative contracts with the victory celebrations. I think we can get the support of the Tanners and Breeders as well. If the Blacksmiths bring the other armor and weapon guilds, we will be able to hold them at bay for a while." 

"Well Trogar? How fast will you be able to woo the Princess? I hope you have a plan for it; you won't be able to just throw coins at her like you do your whores." Grotok laughed boisterously. "But that's the only way a tiny little thing like you can get a girl, right?"

Trogar bristled at his brother's insults. His older brothers never let him forget that he was the smallest, and didn't seem to care that he was the cleverest. Well, more fool them, and all the more reason for him to secure a crown of his own. "Oh she might be stubborn lass, but she loves her people. It's all about finding the right levers."



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Afterward



Thanks to everyone for sticking with my story all the way from its beginning to its conclusion. I really appreciate all the comments and feedback I get, and strive to incorporate it into my storytelling. Rebellion was the story I never intended to tell. It was originally going to be just three chapters, which would cover the 18 year gap between the end of Zentara and the beginning of Elfish Descent. However, after the first chapter was negatively received, I wrote the second chapter to repair the damage. From there, my imagination took over and I came up with the rest of the story.

This had a somewhat unexpected effect on the erotic content of the story. When I wrote Zentara, it was basically porn with a plot. I had a bunch of erotic scenes in my head, and I wrote a story to connect them. With Rebellion, I had a story in my head, and had to tack on the erotic scenes almost as an afterthought. This led to them being a little more vanilla, as a whole, since they weren't a big part of the story. I was also trying for a more realistic style, which led to the Jeanette behaving less outrageously.

Things are going to change as I write Elfish Descent. The plot and the porn are going to be more in sync, and the story is going to be more driven by the erotic content than we saw in Rebellion. It's also going to be a lot kinkier. Princess Lyriena is going to start off with a strong but repressed sexuality that will slowly get unleashed. The key take away here is slowly. We're not going to see gangbangs in the first chapter like we did with Jeanette.

That being said, I'm going to try and have more meaningful secondary characters that will be having hardcore sex, which will influence Lyriena into being more adventurous. I'm still working out all the details on how that is going to go, and how far she will go and when. Any thoughts on that would be welcome.

The biggest thing I learned while writing Rebellion is about characterization. Previously, I thought characterization meant having a unique voice, a personality, and having interesting things happen. I'm now much more aware of the need to both make characters somewhat relatable, and do have a character arc or story separate from the main narrative. This is going to be the main thing I work on during Elfish Descent.

As an example, I am really not very satisfied with how the Katerei and Gorath storyline played out. I fell into the Shyamalan trap of having a twist for the twists sake. By the time I got to chapter 11 or so, I realized that the big reveal that Kat and Gor were spies would have little to no pay off. What I should have done was make that clear up front, have Kat and Gor slowly begin to doubt their mission as they grew closer to Jeanette, before finally making the decision to defect and come clean. Meanwhile, Jeanette would be growing closer to them, to the point where she is considering leaving Turogg, or figuring out a way to make it all work. Then when it is revealed there will be a much bigger impact. I also should have arranged for it to happen sooner, so it's not all resolved in a single chapter.

One of the improvements that Rebellion had was multiple POVs and stories. However, as I learned, it was hard to move the plot forward enough when cramming three stories into one chapter. The way I did the last few chapters is how I am going to try and write from now on; an entire chapter revolving on one character. That being said, I'm going to scale back Elfish Descent to just two POVs, and they are going to follow one main storyline, while each will have its own side stories and plots. 

Along a similar line, the pacing was way off in the beginning of the story. Susannah's chapters went too slow, and Cindy's chapters went too fast. I should have better balanced out the Rebellion POVs. Unfortunately, I was posting a chapter every time I finished a chapter, which made it quite difficult to go back and fix things like that. 

Which is why, in the future, I am going to write several chapters, and then release one at a time so I can get feedback while still giving myself some leeway to fix problems as they arise. On the down side, this means it's going to be several months before you see any of Elfish Descent, as I want to get it at least half done before I start publishing.

On the plus side, I am already several thousand words into it. Also, I'm going to write some new Soiled Dove stories while I do it so you'll have something to keep you occupied. On a different note, one of the things I hate is when an author introduces something late in the series that leaves the reader wondering why it was never mentioned before. Yet it is now something I am seriously considering, and I'd like to hear your feedback about it.

I'm thinking of introducing the idea that orc cocks are self lubricating, and that this precum has aphrodisiacal powers. If I ever do go back and rewrite Zentara and Rebellion, I can work it in there, but would you be put off if in Elfish Descent orc dicks were suddenly like this? It's not just a random idea I had, it will be a supporting factor into a key plotline in the fourth story.

Speaking of rewriting stories, a comment on one of the Soiled Dove stories got me thinking about the rewrite of Zentara. It is probably something I will never get around to doing, but would you guys be interested in seeing Zentara cut in half, with expanded Soiled Dove scenes being added to the first part? The plot would be similar, with her parents forcing her into a marriage she doesn't want...except that there is also intrigue with the nobles who oppose or support the marriage, have their own candidates for her hand etc. Jeanette then uses her position at the brothel to gather intelligence and creates a spy network of prostitutes for her own ends. Does that sound interesting?

The story would probably end with Jeanette impregnated by the orcs and her parents being clandestinely assassinated by Heste after she overturns the betrothal. The second story would...well, I don't have that developed as much, but it would mostly be a little more intrigue with Heste, a longer war, and more depraved and humiliating sex with orcs. Let me know what you think!

Thanks again for sticking with me and all the comments and feedback. I really appreciate it!



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 01



Susannah shivered as the wind howled outside the castle. It had gotten so violent of late, she could swear that she felt the stone of the castle itself tremor. The cold, stone walls channeled the wind, making each gust feel like a spirit passing through you. In some way, the weather reflected the changing mood of the land. In the eight years since Jeanette had married her to Bodak, the new Duke of Braden, things had gotten steadily bleaker. It didn't help that Bodak liked dressing her in the new fashion for noble women of the realm. Today she was wearing a bustier of purple silk, tied in the front and back and exposing the top halves of her breasts, pushed together and put on display. Hanging off her hips were strips of semi-transparent purple cloth which reached down to her ankles. An even skimpier garment, if it could be called that, rested beneath the loincloth. They were called "thong" panties, though Susannah wasn't sure they deserved the name 'panties'. Despite the fact that the fashion trend was set by her friend, Queen Jeanette, Susannah hadn't gotten used to the revealing clothes even after eight years. It didn't help that her father was mortified and outraged, at her daughter being dressed so, and the style had never found popularity in the Duchy of Braden, being so far removed from Ruar and Zentara. The mixture of disgusted and aroused looks she got from the human residents of the Duchy always made her uncomfortable. 

The human settlers who came up from Zentara were veterans from the war and at first had been happy to live alongside the orcs. They had turned a blind eye to the Hesten woman ravished by their comrades, but now that they were living alongside them, the lusty orcs' eyes had turned to their wives, and daughters, and sisters.

Today she was hearing the petitions of a local freeholder whose daughter had been molested by an orc in the household of the local baron. The human settlers inevitably brought these matters forward when Bodak was away, leaving Susannah to deal with the issue. When they saw how she was dressed though, they typically realized their expectations were soon to be dashed. "Mr. Pritchard, I understand you've come before me today seeking redress for the abuse your daughter suffered at the hands of Rogar of Denetsk. Please, in your own words, tell me what happened."

"Well Yer Grace, I own a freehold up near Denetsk way. I live there with me wife, my two sons, and my daughter. Our land is right on the road to Velion, Yer Grace, so it's well travelled." Pritchard was an older man, old enough that it surprised Susannah that this man had served in the army during the war. His hands were twisted and gnarled, but his back was strong. Either a lifetime in the fields, or a hard campaign at war had bronzed his skin and made him look like weathered stone. "We see orcs and humans and all sorts passing by, for years now and never had no trouble. Well, this last winter here, when the baron's men were on the way to Velion for the solstice festival, that one there saw me daughter and took a liking to her." 

Pritchard pointed to a haughty looking orc who was standing next to the baron of Denetsk, and surrounded by many more of the baron's men. The freeholder had no noble support with him, but he did have his sons, as well as angry men from the surrounding freeholds who wanted to show their support. "He hopped right off his horse, and threw me darling Sarah into the mud and had his way with her right there-"

Pritchard was cut off by boisterous laughter coming from the orcs. "Inside, outside, what does it matter? When a slut wants it and spreads her legs, she's going to get it from a real man." Rogar's comment caused an uproar among the humans, and it took the guards several moments to restore order.

"My Sarah ain't no slut, Yer Grace, nor would she spread her legs for the likes o' him. She was screaming she was, so loud it spooked the cattle and brought us all running from the fields."

"Screams of pleasure, Your Grace, screams of pleasure!" More laughter from the orcs followed, and the guards had to physically stand between them and the humans to keep them apart.

Pritchard spit across the hall at Rogar. "Weren't no screams of pleasure Yer Grace. By the time we got to her it was over and he was lacing himself up. Well, we laid into him, my sons and I, until his own friends joined in. It was a right fray, just like in the last war. I did my time, and served with betters orcs than him. I didn't have any problem with them till his sort came along. Anyway, they got that Rogar there to his horse and the lot rode off. Then two or three days later, must have been twenty of the Baron's men rode on up to my farm, and accused me of attacking his man! Said I had to pay reparations, and there weren't nothing I could say about it. He took half my cattle, trampled my fields, and rode off." 

Pritchard glared at the baron as the freeholders shouted over him at the orcs. Finally, the bored looking baron spoke after the humans had quieted down, using another orc to translate for him. "What else could I do, Your Grace? The peasant disrespected my man. I was told that I was to have authority in my lands and be a chief. If my men get attacked, we get retribution. That is the order."

"As I said, I'm a freeholder, Yer Grace, and none of this happened on his land. But that ain't the worst part yet, Yer Grace. I come to find out, my Sarah turns out to be pregnant with that one's kid. And when I go to the baron to get payment for the kid when he comes, he goes and calls my Sarah a slut, says it wasn't his man that done it, and to get lost!"

The terms of the agreement between King Turogg and Queen Jeanette meant that all the nobility of Braden were orcs, which gave them great liberty over all the peasants who worked the land. While there were many freeholds in the Duchy, the orcs did not really understand the intricacies of feudal law, and saw all human women as being property for their enjoyment. This had led to many incidents, and as time went by the violence got worse and worse.

The baron spoke through the translator again. "All human women are sluts for orc cock, and her little bastard could be that of any orc. There is no way of knowing if it is Rogar's or not."

Susannah flushed at the baron's words, since it was an insult to her as well. The fact that she was so scantily clad at the command of an orc only reinforced his point, much to her chagrin and embarrassment. She bristled, but the thought of her husband made her settle down again. He would not be happy if she berated or dressed down one of his barons. Indeed, if he were here, he'd probably laugh and agree with the baron, insult to her or not. Susannah wanted to help the farmer, but there was only so much she could do without her husband's consent, and he was not likely to side against an orc with a human.

"Baron Denetsk, Rogar, Mr. Pritchard is a freeholder, and not one of your subjects. You are not allowed to molest or abuse freeholders. However, Mr. Pritchard, you and yours attacked the men of a baron. If you are abused by a noble, you petition my husband for redress, you do not take it into your own hands. In the name of my husband, I rule that the Baron's confiscation of your livestock is upheld."

The humans in the crowd started to shout angrily while the orcs cheered and gloated. Susannah raised her hands, and it took the guards pounding the butts of their spears for several moments to restore order.

"That being said: Baron Denetsk, in punishment for your men abusing a free woman, I hearby order you to pay Mr. Pritchard all the livestock you confiscated from him as reparations." Another storm of protest erupted at this pronouncement, from both the humans and the orcs. It seemed no one was happy with her decision. That made sense though, since Susannah herself was disgusted at the outcome. Rogar should have been gelded, she thought, but her husband would never stand for that, and his vengeance when he returned would be terrible to behold. Susannah thought that she was already in trouble enough just by ordering the baron to return the man's livestock. 

Susannah slipped from the hall as the guards ushered the men and orcs out. Hopefully they would disperse quickly, and not begin rioting right there in the streets. Waiting outside the reception hall was Stefan Feria, the steward that Queen Jeanette had "gifted" to Bodak eight years ago when he was awarded the Duchy. The Queen had suspected that Bodak might not be up to the task, and had assigned a skilled courier to assist. While that had worked at first, as time passed Bodak began to ignore his steward, stripping him of all his authority.

"That was about as well as you could have done, Your Grace."

"I know, Stefan, but it still isn't right. That poor girl will not get any support for her child, and given the circumstances, I cannot see that he will be raised with much love." Susannah sighed despondently. "Then when he comes of age, he'll want to seek out the orcs, and want to take revenge on the humans who shunned him."

"I'm sure it won't come to that, Your Grace. Besides, there are much bigger problems in the Duchy. The orcs are running rampant over the freeholders. They plant nothing but grapes and hops for wine and beer, and when they need food they go raiding in Heste, or from the freeholders, if they're feeling lazy. Food is getting more and more expensive in the cities, and the poor go hungry-"

"I know all this, Stefan. We've discussed it time and time again. The Duke does not care. We are not going hungry, so he does not see the problem. Nothing you or I say will change that. I've written to the Queen, and she has spoken to the King, but under the terms of the treaty, there is not much she can directly do to interfere with how the Duke runs Braden."

Stefan's reply was cut off as the door to the ducal suites slammed open. Susannah's husband Bodak stormed into the room, glowering at the pair. "Wife! I leave you in charge for one week, and when I return there is rioting in the streets! What have you screwed up now?"

Susannah wilted beneath her husband's glare. Apparently the orcs and humans weren't able to restrain themselves once they left the castle. "Husband, there was a petition from one of the freeholders, I tried to answer it as you-"

"Answer it as I would have? You think I would seize cattle taken by an orc raider? You think I would allow brawls in the street? This is what I get for letting a woman hold court. Domestic chores and breeding, that's all women are good for, and you're not even good for that!"

Susannah flinched at the barbed accusation. It had been eight years, and Susannah had still not conceived an heir for the dukedom, even though Bodak's bastards littered the countryside, and even in the womb of Betsy, one of her own serving women, a fact which was making the commoner increasingly insolent. "Please, let me explain-"

"No, no it's too late for that Susannah. You must be punished." Bodak grinned wickedly. "Come here my wife."

Stefan blanched and looked uncomfortable, quickly leaving the area. Susannah flushed, shoulders slumping even as her heart began to beat faster. Her husband's punishments were always of a carnal nature, humiliating, but pleasurable. Bodak grabbed Susannah by the shoulders as she approached, and then pulled her down sharply, roughly bending her over a table. His large, calloused grey hands slid up and down Susannah's exposed thighs, the dark skin contrasting with her pale flesh. Susannah grunted as her chest pressed against the wood, her hips and ass sticking out towards the orc. She could feel him cinch her loincloth in his fist, and quivered in anticipation. With a powerful tug, Bodak ripped the back half of the loincloth off. Susannah licked her lips, wetting them as she felt her ass, barely covered by her thin panties become even more exposed. She squirmed, trapped beneath the table and the large body of her husband as he moved behind her. 

Another tremor ran through her body as Bodak wrapped the loincloth around her eyes. Again and again he ran the material around her head, until all went black and she was effectively blindfolded. "H-husband, wait- "Her protest was cut off as Bodak smacked her ass sharply, making her jump. The movement made her nipples rub against the grain of the wood as she writhed atop it. Two more sharp spanks rained down, one on each cheek. The strong, powerful orc's hands left red imprints that stung in the cool air of the castle. As she cried out, panting harder now, Bodak gripped the front half of the loincloth, and stripped that from the Duchess as well. He then grabbed her wrists, twisting them behind her body to the small of her back. 

Susannah whimpered as she felt her wrists being bound. With her vision cut off, and her hands immobilized, she was totally vulnerable to the aggressive orc. Bodak enjoyed holding her hands together when they 'made love', and would sometimes hold her down, but he hadn't yet gone so far as to tie her up, or blindfold her.

"A-ah, Bodak!" Susannah cried out again as her husband delivered another three smacks to her ass. Her pert backside shook from side to side as she wriggled on the table, her hands jerking at the cloth, trying to steady herself, but unable to free them.

"Tsk tsk Susannah, you know that you're supposed to count out your spankings. I guess we'll just have to start over, eh?" Bodak laughed and tore the panties down Susannah's thighs. This thick finger pushed up against the Duchess' slit, rubbing it in a slow circle with steady pressure as his other hand rained down her spanking.

"Nnng! S-sorry My Lord! O-one! Two! Three..." Susannah cried out the numbers, whimpering as the steady barrage of hand smacks made her ass inflame an even deeper red. The pain was now mixed with pleasure though, as Bodak worked his fingers over her sit. She began to moisten, lubing up her slit for her husband as he battered her bottom. "...t-twelve! Th-!" The next number was interrupted as she felt the slanted tip of Bodak's shaft prodding at her slit. Her petals opened, and Susannah let loose a lusty groan as she felt his corkscrew shaped cock push deep inside her pussy. Her walls stretched around the thick girth, swallowing it up inside her eagerly as he thrust himself all the way to her cervix.

Once he was in as deep as he could go, Bodak began spanking Susannah again, this time each one punctuated with a powerful thrust of his hips. Her mind swam as she felt the rounded bulges wrapping around Bodak's pole rubbing against her sensitive inner walls. Her voice faltered, and she struggled to keep up with the count as the smacks and the thrusts came faster and faster. Twisting and turning, her petite frame danced for her husband, bouncing off the table into the fat cock. Her ass got redder and redder, swelling angrily. This is going to be a bad one, she thought, her mind lustfully manic, barely able to articulate the words in her mind, I won't be able to sit for a week!

"Ah, you feel so good around me little wife. I've fucked your cunt into the perfect shape for my dick. This is why I love claiming human virgin girls, it's so easy to shape you the way I need!" Bodak laughed out loud again as he used both hands to grip Susannah's rear. While he stopped spanking the woman, his grip on her abused bottom sent new types of sharp pains through her as he pulled her back to meet his powerful thrust.

"Mmm! Oh! Yes Bodak! Oh it feels good!" Susannah tried to turn back to look at her husband, but in her lust hazed mind she forgot that she was blindfolded. With her sight cut off, the physical, tactile sensations were amplified, making each thrust pulse through her even more powerfully than it would normally. Bodak placed his large hand between her shoulders, holding her back down to the table. The only motion he allowed her was to buck and grind her hips, delighting in the way the human woman shook and squealed for him.

"Of course it does! All human women love the orc dick! You're lucky, wife, that it is all you will ever know!" Bodak began moving faster and faster, his hips violently colliding with his bound wife's backside. The large orc reached forward and gripped Susannah's hair tightly, pulling on it to make her back arch as he continued to yank her onto his dick.

"Ah! Ow! Ah! Please, ah, it hurts!" Susannah whined noisily, her ragged breaths separating the words as her sopping wet pussy constricted around the ribbed penis, her walls molding to every throbbing curve of the dick.

"You feel so good Susannah, such a perfect little pussy. If only you'd shut up and get pregnant, you'd be the perfect little wife too!" Bodak groaned loudly, slamming his hips forward to grind the slanted tip of his cock against the roof of Susannah's cunt. With a grunt, his hot, sticky sperm shot out, splattering against her cervix, painting the walls of her vagina white as spurt after spurt of the thick goo erupted inside her tight, human pussy.

Susannah winced at the harsh, insulting reminder of her own infertility. The shame and humiliation his words inflicted were timed to come just as Susannah was reaching her own climax, making her revel and wallow in the degradation while the inhuman shaft brought her ecstasy. Susannah's nails dug into her palms, and her knuckles went white as she clenched her fists, twitching and jerking on the table as she rode the crest of her climax. Her pussy squeezed his cock firmly, milking him of all his seed as the orc unloaded himself deep into the human woman.

Bodak held himself inside Susannah for several more moments, waiting for his climax to subside. Finally, he pulled out of her, wiped his cock clean on his wife, and shoved his cock back in his britches. "I'm going out again, wife. Try not to start any more riots while I'm gone." Bodak grinned own at his half naked wife, flushed and panting, bound and blindfolded on the table beneath him. "I'll send Betsy in to fix you up on my way out."

Susannah's heart sunk as she listened to the boisterous orc laugh his way out of the hall.

Bodak crept in darkness, slowly, silently making his way through the forest. Pale moonlight illuminated his path, and shined down on the sleeping crofter's village beneath him. There probably won't be much worth taking, he thought, not this close to the border of the Duchy. The Hesten town had doubtless been raided before, possibly more than once. Still, Bodak had promised Frogath, the Baron of Denetsk, that he would have the opportunity to make up for the loss of his cattle thanks to Bodak's meddling wife. Now Bodak, Frogath, Rogar, and twenty-seven orc warriors were on the hunt. The weakly defended Hesten border was always easy pickings for the orcs, and a seemingly endless supply of livestock, crops, and women.

The Hesten militiamen were always too slow to form and pursue the orc raiders who struck across the border. This is what orcs are made for, this is what an orc's life is about. Bodak whistled a long, low note, which was quickly answered from the inky darkness. A line of large, muscular forms emerged from the treeline and loped towards the village. The unsuspecting peasants slept, unaware of the danger upon their village. Bodak unslung the worn battleaxe from his back, and clutching it in both hands, approached the nearest hut. For a moment, stillness reigned as tension coalesced around all the raiders. Then, a ferocious cry erupted and the orcs began their assault. Bodak smashed in the entrance to the hut, and quickly leapt inside. The powerful orc swung his battleaxe downward, cleaving the stomach of the peasant just as the human was rising to the sound of the alarm. Another swing of the axe chopped a hole in the side of the thatch hut, which he then pushed through. Screams filled the air, and the smell of iron and fear pervaded the village square as the humans ran about, trying to organize and flee from the attack.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 01



One young man, braver than the rest and armed with a scythe charged at Bodak. The farmer slashed at the orc, who blocked the attack with the shaft of his battleaxe. The shock reverberated down the shaft, but Bodak's powerful arms absorbed the impact. He then jabbed forward with the butt of the axe, bloodying the man's nose. To his credit, the human didn't go down, and instead kicked Bodak's leg. It throbbed dully, but didn't prevent the warrior from chopping with his axe. The blade impacted the top of the scythe hard enough to knock the blade right out of it. The farmer stood shocked for a moment, and when he turned to run Bodak planted the blade of the axe between his shoulder blades.

Bodak spotted a pretty human woman with long red hair and shapely curves fleeing towards the blackness. A few quick bounds brought him to her, and he slammed the shaft of his axe into the small of her back, sending her tumbling into the earth. The orc lumbered atop her, holding the squirming woman down with one hand while the other released his cock.

Deep throated cries rung through the night air, causing Bodak to look around and take stock of the raid. Thick acrid smoke blotted out the moon, but bright orange flames illuminated the night instead. Some foolish orc must have started a fire, he thought. Flames ringed the village, and the heat licked at Bodak's arms. Streaks of light erupted from the fires, flying through the night sky. That's not right, he thought. The streaks are coming down into the village.

The low timbered screams got louder, as falling arrows descended onto the orc raiding party. Flaming arrows set the thatch roofs alight, or shot into the bodies of his men. Dozens of arrows continued to fall into the small town. Bodak quickly scrambled to his feet, releasing the human woman in order to sprint into the darkness. He saw one arrow slam into the Baron of Denetsk's head, piercing it straight through. As the last of the arrows fell, another cry broke out as human soldiers in mail and armed with swords and shields swarmed into the village. The orc raiders, caught in the midst of rape and looting, were unprepared for the disciplined, coordinated assault.

This was a trap, they knew we were coming! Shock ran through Bodak's mind as he struggled to understand how they had been betrayed. Primal instinct for self-preservation soon kicked in, and Bodak realized that if he wanted to survive, he had to escape. He was lucky that the attack came when he was close enough to the edge of the fire to slip into the darkness. The backlight would bind the humans in the village, and allow him to slip away.

A deep, fierce rage burned inside Bodak as he was forced to flee from battle. His comrades were being butchered and there was nothing he could do about it, not without throwing his own life away. When he made it back to the rally point, he found that the flames and sounds of battle and moving troops had spooked away the horses. Now it would take at least a week to walk somewhere he'd be able to steal a horse to ride back to the castle. After waiting an hour for any survivors to make their way back, Bodak had to conclude that they had all been killed or taken prisoner, and that he would have to leave without them.

As he made his way back towards Braden, he began to realize the danger was far greater than he realized. This wasn't simply an ambush, all the evidence pointed to a major military invasion. Bodak spotted outriders and scouts riding through Braden, and all the friendly villages he spotted were abandoned. During the day he could hear the relentless pounding of marching drums and marching feet, and at night countless fires at camp lit up behind him. His greater orc strength and constitution allowed him to stay ahead of the advancing army, and make it back to the city before it fell under siege.

When he returned to the citadel at the center of the city, he found it readying for a siege. Conscripted men-at-arms guarded the portcullis, and a grizzled soldier with his gnarly hands wrapped around a spear challenged the orc. "It's your Duke, soldier. How many orcs do you think the Hestens have working for them? Get out of the way!"

The soldiers stepped aside and let Bodak into the castle. I have to get word to Turogg, he thought. They need to start mobilizing now if they want to get a force together to challenge King Connor when he reaches the Lyskean Pass. Bodak found his wife coordinating with his chief captain, Drenog. 

"My husband, you're alive! I'm so happy that you made it! When we got word of the invasion, we feared the worst." Susannah smiled at him, but it faltered, and she stepped back when Bodak brushed her aside.

"Drenog, I need you to send out riders to all the counts. Marshal every soldier they can muster and meet at the Lyskean Pass. Then send three more to Ruar and deliver a message to the King himself. We have to get the word out as quickly as possible. I saw what looks like the whole of Heste marching while I made my way back here and they will be at the city in a matter of days! Then go levy as many of our own troops as you can and take charge of the forces at the Pass. I will meet you there as soon as I finish the defenses here."

Drenog nodded and quickly left the hall, leaving Bodak with Susannah. "Wife, collect what you need, get your Steward to pack up our valuables, and then get Betsy and prepare to leave the city."

"Betsy? Why do I need to get her? Servants will only slow us down."

Bodak smirked at Susanah, and then broke into a chuckle. "I don't want her to serve you. She is carrying my child. Since you have yet to provide me one, it might very well be my heir. I'd sooner take her than you, but the Queen wouldn't thank me if I did."

"Y-your Grace! I'm your wife! The daughter of the Duke of Haverset. I've been nothing but a loyal, obedient wife to you for 8 years!"

"Your job is to give me children and you've failed. You want to know where you fall in the scheme of things? Come on!" Bodak grabbed Susannah roughly by the arm and pulled her along through the castle. "Betsy! Betsy! Come out!"

They found Betsy in one of the guest rooms, taking down the tapestries and boarding up the windows. Bodak released Susannah and picked up the pregnant Betsy and set her on the bed. "Now, wife, come here and kneel before Betsy. I said, come here and kneel!"

Betsy grinned at Susannah, looking smug. After a moment of sullen defiance, Susannah's shoulders sagged and she walked over to the serving girl. 

"Betsy's feet are swollen from being pregnant and working all day. They need a rub. Do it Susannah, massage the feet of the mother of my child."

Susannah knelt down before Betsy and slowly, with trembling hands removed the serving girl's slippers. Betsy looked surprised that the Duchess was actually going through with the order. Reaching down, she softly patted Susannah's head. "There's a good girl, yer Grace. So kind of you to show yer appreciation for all the hard work I do around here for yer Grace, and yer lord husband."

Bodak grinned in perverse satisfaction as she watched Susannah kneel before Betsy. Human women were all sluts, and one was hardly better than the other. But he knew that to Susannah there was a big difference between the two of them. The idea that his uppity wife was being brought low made his cock spring to life, straining at his tight breeches. He absently rubbed his shaft through the pants while he watches his wife's soft, slender hands rub and knead Betsy's foot.

As his hand rubbed and stroked his swollen shaft, his gaze travelled from Susannah's shapely, exposed rear, up to her auburn locks, and then continued, eyeing Betsy's cleavage. The serving girl had real breasts, like Queen Jeanette, not the small bumps of his wife. He started to rub faster, as his eyes travelled down again, looking at the servant's bay bump, and reveling in the knowledge that his seed had been planted there. His gaze continued, once more watching his wife rub Betsy's feet. 

He stalked closer to the two, towering above the kneeling Susannah, and looking down at the seated Betsy. He reached down, stroking along Susannah's head as he looked into Betsy's eyes. As the Duchess massaged each swollen foot, he gripped the auburn locks tighter in his fist, and started to push the woman forward. Susannah yelped in surprise, but soon found her lips pressed against Betsy's stocking clad leg. He moved his hand in a slow circle, making his wife nuzzle the serving girl's leg. "Kiss her leg, 'wife', kiss and lick and nuzzle it softly, like you would your darling husband."

Susannah's face grimaced at the command, but Bodak's grip was firm and insistent. She pressed her soft lips into Betsy's calf, kissing and licking her leg while Bodak crouched down to slip his hand beneath his wife's loin cloth. His thick fingers sought out her pussy, and he cupped his wife's mons in his palm squeezing and rubbing it as he forced her to nuzzle the servant's leg. As he rolled his fingers over Susannah's slit, he could hear her start to breathe harder, and feel her grow slick against his fingers. The hotter she got, the higher he made her kiss, guiding her lips up to Betsy's knee, and then up along her inner thigh.

Susannah whined softly as her husband guided her higher and higher. Bodak could see comprehension dawning on her face as she realized how far the orc was going to push her to go. A sly, lusty, predatory grin formed on Betsy's face, and she reached down, stroking more firmly through Susannah's hair, pulling the woman deeper between her legs. Bodak could feel Susannah shudder around his fingers as he pushed them inside his wife, pumping slowly, fanning the flames of her desire as her lips were brought to the delta of Betsy's pelvis.

Susannah's lips crossed the edge from Betsy's stockings to her bare skin. Her soft lips nuzzled and squeezed the serving girl's thigh, eliciting a low moan from the woman. The fingers through her hair pulled her higher still, until her parted lips pressed into Betsy's labia. A shudder of revulsion went through her at the foreign taste. The pleasure brought by the fingers overpowered the reaction though, and her rapid, heated breaths washed over the bare pussy. 

Bodak freed his cock and began to rub the tip against Susannah's clit. He rubbed it shaft back and forth, wetting it with his wife's juices. Rolling his hips, he thrust just ever so slightly, just enough to push her forward and nuzzle her face into Betsy's slit. The serving girl moaned as she felt the noble woman's face slide over her needy pussy. "That's it yer grace, now stick that fine tongue out and lick!"

Betsy pushed her hips upward into Susannah's face as her tongue began to lap between her legs. The soft, timid licks stirred her pleasure, but it was the visual effect of looking down at the Duchess' face between her legs, and the knowledge that the noble woman was eating her out which truly sent the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. One hand left the auburn locks to lift and squeeze her own breast, toying with the nipple as the other gripped Susannah's hair tighter to compensate.

Bodak grunted in satisfaction as he saw his wife give in, and get more and more into pleasuring the serving girl. He rewarded Susannah by giving her what he knew she wanted, what she needed. He spread her slick labia and lined up the slanted tip of his gray shaft with her inner folds. He pushed inside, thrusting deep into the woman. She moaned in satisfaction as the hot, wet walls of her pussy wrapped around the corkscrewed ridges of his dick. He can to pump in and out, moving faster and harder with each thrust as he pushed Susannah's face into the servant's cunt.

"That's it wife, get your tongue deep inside Betsy's puss. Lick her; 'clean' her for a change! Hah!" A guttural laugh spilled from his throat as he began to hump against Susannah frantically. Betsy squealed in delight as the Duchess' tongue slipped inside, thrashing about madly against her inner walls. She could see her own juices smeared across the noble's face, and in an effort to feel even better as pulled down hard on Susannah's hair to mash the Duchess' face on her swollen clit.

"Aaah! That's it! Lick my cunt! Do it! Just a little more! Mmm!" Betsy began to buck wildly as her climax washed over her, riding Susannah's face and tongue wantonly. Her breasts bounced as she contorted in pleasure, swaying before Bodak's eyes and giving him even more of a show. Susannah groaned between them as the girlish cum flowed over her tongue, the tight grip on her hair forcing her to drink it. The Duchess' pussy squeezed and constricted on the orc cock, milking it firmly as Bodak slammed inside. His thick ball pummeled her labia while his hips smacked her ass repeatedly.

The pressure building up inside Susannah finally released, and she exploded into climax from the relentless friction caused by the monstrous, misshapen cock. Her whole body tensed as she was caught up in the throes of ecstasy. The way her pussy squeezed and massaged his dick soon became too much for the orc, and as he looked down onto Susannah's wet face, he roared in delight as his own climax hit. Jet after jet of hot cum burst forth deep into Susannah, flooding her pussy. It splashed and soaked her cervix and vaginal walls as more and more of his pent up need emptied into his wife. He continued to thrust into her as he rode into his climax, until finally he fell back, spent.

Bodak lay there, panting for breath, ears ringing from the loud cries accompanying the three climaxed. After several moments, the large orc realized something was off. Although the mating was over, and all three of them lie there panting for breath, the screaming continued. Bodak stumbled to his feet, but before he could get dressed the door burst open, and five heavily armored men charged into the room. Bodak grabbed the first and flung him into a wall, but as he went for the man's sword, he felt a heavy chain swing around his neck, pulling him back. Two of the men pulled the ends of the chain in different directions, choking the grey skinned orc.

Bodak heard Susannah and Betsy scream and scramble to the far side of the bed. He grabbed the chains and yanked them roughly, relieving the pressure on his neck and allowing him to take a deep breath. He couldn't maintain it though, and soon the humans pulled back and began to choke him once more. The last two men tackled Bodak and pushed him onto a table on his back, pinning his arms out to his sides with their bodies.

Treason! Some cowardly shit let these dogs into the castle! His thoughts raced as he bucked and struggled against the four men. The fifth pulled himself off the floor, took another chain, and beat Bodak's legs and knees with it. When the orc's strength let out from the attack, he wrapped the metal links tightly around the legs and locked them in place.

Bodak's mind began to spin from lack of oxygen, and his vision started to fade. He slumped weakly onto the table, and didn't even notice when the men finished binding him, wrapping his arms and torso in the heavy chains as well. Once he was secured the chains around his neck were loosened enough to allow him to breathe. When he came to, he found himself seated in a chair, bound. Two of the armored men guarded him, and neither Susannah or Betsy were anywhere in sight.

Seeing him awake, one of the guards bellowed, "Awake? It's about time. Sire! The orc is awake now!" 

An older man, heavyset, but solid, muscular entered the room. He was armored in chain mail, and carried a longsword on his belt. Instead of a chain coif atop his head, he wore a golden crown. His eyes, a deep, bottomless blue, bore into Bodak, as if trying to drill into the orc's soul.

"So, this is Bodak, 'Duke of Braden'. King Turogg's brother. Do you know who I am, orc?"

"Some coward, who wouldn't face me on his own, but set his dogs on me!"

The man gave Bodak a cold smile. "You're as foolishly belligerent as they told me. I am Connor Ousten, the King of Heste. Sovereign of this Duchy."

Bodak snorted at the King. "This Duchy belongs to Turogg! I know, I was there when we took it from you."

"Indeed. Well, now I am here, taking it back."

"You will never keep it. Turogg will come, join with us, and crush you. You could not resist him then, and you will not resist him now."

Connor's smile turned grimmer, though the look of amusement never left his face. "This time we have a prisoner. The king's own brother. Surely he wouldn't dare attack here with your life at risk."

Bodak barked out loud at that. "He will. He will come for you, and he won't stop until your head is decorating the gates of Ruar. If I'm still alive, he might be merciful and make it quick. But if I'm not, you will suffer for a very long time!"

King Connor flashed his teeth. "You know, I do think you're right. Turogg isn't the type to value the life of a prisoner, is he? He certainly wasn't valuing the life of -my- brother when he cleaved him in to."

Shock flashed on Bodak's face, lasting just an instant too long for him to hide it from the king. "That's what I thought. Thank you for not denying it. Did you think I wasn't going to find out? Did you think you could keep that a secret forever? " A look of grim satisfaction passed over Connor's face. "Guards! Throw him over, and then bring in Duchess Welton." King Connor's face turned cold again as he gave Bodak one last look. "A brother for a brother."

Bodak didn't have time to shout before the chains closed around his neck again. He struggled against the chain, but he couldn't stop them from carrying him out to the balcony and pitch him over. The breath got squeezed out of him as he started to hang from the chain. He bucked and thrashed, but nothing he did could stop the life from being squeezed out of his body.

As his vision faded, he heard Connor's voice. "Lady Susannah, it's good to see you. This dress is much more becoming of you. I hope you've been well, you're father is quite worried about you."

Bodak kicked his powerful legs through the air that would never fill his lungs again, and then there was only blackness.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 02



Frederick, the Duke of Haverset, grunted softly as he settled into the comfortable chair by the roaring fireplace in his solar. The last eight years had aged him considerably, but as Thomas the Duke of Swetford, sat beside him he began to feel young again. "I've received word from Heste. Their planned invasion of Braden has started. How are things on your end?"

"Well enough, Frederick. I have three hundred mounted knights ready to move when you are." The Duke of Swetford was about the same age as Frederick, and the two had been friends since their youth. Their Duchies neighbored each other, though in the years since they took their seats, their politics had brought them apart. Swetford had long been a supporter of the old king's desire for an alliance with Heste, while Frederick believed that Zentara should seek a closer alliance with Thesta or Sandora. It didn't matter now though, as events had made the issue moot. Queen Jeanette had chosen an orc alliance instead.

"I can bring four hundred and fifty. I wish it were more, but we daren't trust any of the men-at-arms or levies with this. They are too loyal to the Queen."

"Whether we like it or not, her reign has been good for the peasants and the merchants. Well, not counting those in Braden of course. But the writing is on the wall, even if they cannot see it. All one has to do is look to Braden to see what will happen if we allow the orcs to continue to gain power in court. While the Queen can keep them under control, when the crown passes to her son the hand will be off the reins. Already the greater orc chieftains are starting to marry into the lesser nobility. By the time the young prince seeks a bride, they will have infiltrated up even into the Dukedoms." 

Frederick nodded solemnly as he poured Thomas and himself a goblet of wine. This talk was too sensitive to be having servants overhearing. "Which is why we need to take him in hand now. A strong regency and a good, proper, upbringing will turn him into the kind of King Zentara needs. But first we have to wrest him away from his father and all the orcs at court."

"Seven hundred and fifty knights ought to do it. The strength of Zentara will be marching on Braden to confront King Connor. We know that Jeanette will not march with them. The capital will be practically undefended, and we can take the Queen, the royal family, and the capital into custody. If Turogg turns around to return, Heste will fall upon his back. If he presses forward, he will dash himself against Connor's troops in the pass." Thomas grinned jovially and took a long swig from his goblet. "We have them just where we want them!"

Frederick smiled, though there was a hint of wariness in it. "Do not underestimate the Queen. She will have noticed that we did not send our knights and levies to aid in the war. She expected it, given how things have been between us, but she won't have overlooked it. For all her bad decisions, she's still clever and intelligent, and dangerous, until she's in our power."

"As you say. Has anything changed with the Lords? Do you still expect them to offer no resistance when we pull this off?"

"I shouldn't think so. Willem has seen the refugees spilling onto his lands through the Pass, and knows what orc misrule has brought to Braden. He cannot openly defy the Queen, but will accept a regency for the prince. The other Dukes are the same, or will be when their people return with tales of what's been happening in Braden. It is the merchants we need to be concerned with. They've amassed a fortune with the stability brought to Thesta and Sandora, and through the orc trade connections beyond the March. The Queen is still quite popular with the commoners as well. She has brought them peace, stability, and wealth."

Thomas shrugged away the Frederick's concern. "Do not overestimate the love of the people for Jeanette. It is true they hold her in great affection still, but they also mock her, even if good naturedly. You've been gone from court so long Frederick, so you do not see it. The way she dresses...they way she acts...in taverns across Ruar men call her 'the orc's whore', and in brothels they have special shows where women dressed up as the queen get ravished by orcs. It won't take much to turn them against her." Thomas paused there, a more pensive look crossing his face. "I am more worried about Thesta and Sandora. Have your emissaries learned anything about their intentions regarding Heste?"

"They have not heard anything official, but I am sure they will wait until the Queen contacts them. Unofficially, I do not think they will intervene. Their treaty with the Queen does not require it, and they are only too happy to see the balance of power restored to what it was. As long as we can assure them that the orc tribes will not be returning to the old ways of raiding their borders, we should be fine. How do you think we can turn the people against the Queen?"

Thomas leaned forward and took another sip from the goblet. "We start by turning them against the orcs. Violently against the orcs. Most men already dislike them to begin with, but they accept them because they are strong, and they provide wealth to the merchants, which means work for the commoners. We need to make the people see the orcs for what they truly are. The most violent orcs went to Braden, and have shown their true colors. The more peaceful orcs, the traders, the herdsmen, the educated ones, they went with Turogg into his new lands. They have been peaceful, even productive. The commoners are simple people, they don't see the damage the orcs are doing to our society. We have to make them see."

Thomas paused again, draining the rest of the goblet. "Did you know that there is an orc caravan traveling through your city even now? It's carrying goods from the Elfish Isles to Ishiantar, beyond the March. But it is also carrying women, human and elf, to be sold off as concubines to the nobles there. We can use that. We can show the people how the orcs are carrying off women, despoiling them, plundering our wealth and shipping it off. We turn them on the orcs, and Jeanette will have to defend them. Then they will turn against our Queen." 

Cindy turned the street corner looking for a likely customer. Though she wasn't sure exactly how old she was, she knew she was too young for the lines that had begun to appear on her face, or for the luster to start fading from her golden locks. Working as a prostitute ages you, especially when you have to work the streets instead of a nice establishment. The Duke of Haverset didn't approve of prostitutes, and didn't allow brothels in his city. Women had to work the streets to pick up any trade, and even then they had to be discreet. Most guards would look the other way, but they usually wanted 'consideration' for the favor.

Working the streets of Shropfordshire was driving her to an early retirement, or at least, an earlier one than she ever intended. Still, it was preferable to staying in Ruar after the Queen passed her new laws. Cindy spotted an overweight merchant shuffling down the street. He was dressed in fine robes of Elfish silk and bedecked in jewels. Perfect, she thought. Cindy sauntered towards the merchant, a bright professional smile on her face. "Good day Milord, fancy a bit of company on your walk?" Cindy leaned forward, the loose bodice of her peasant dress flashing a generous amount of skin to the merchant.

The corpulent man's eyes dropped to the exposed breasts. "Uh, erm, y-yes of course, miss..." Cindy wrapped her arm through the merchant's, walking along the street beside him.

"I'm glad Milord, on a day like this, in times like these, a young woman needs a big strong man to protect her. And I can just tell you're a big strong man who can take care of a girl like me." Cindy resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead kept the smile plastered on her face.

The merchant recovered from the surprise solicitation and began to get aroused. He reached his hand across his chest to lift and squeeze Cindy's breast as he turned them to walk down a secluded alley. They way her dress was loosely tied in front allowed him to push his thick hand into the top to grope her warm flesh directly. His broad fingertips pressed down on Cindy's nipple as he leered at her, beginning to feel more confident. "How much then, dove?"

"Four bits and you can have me any which way you like, Milord."

The merchant barked out a harsh laugh. "Four bits? I wouldn't pay four bits to fuck the Queen herself. I'll pay you one, and you're lucky to have it."

"Three then, Milord, and I'll treat you extra nice."

The merchant squeezed Cindy's breast a little harder and pressed her against the stone wall of the alleyway. His hand bunched up her skirt until he could slide it beneath and stroke up her thigh. "I'll be generous and give you two, whore, but you suck me like the Queen does her orc."

A shudder ran through Cindy at his words, but she at least managed to keep from blanching. She nodded her head, and the merchant pulled out the two pieces of silver and shoved them into her hand. Two bits was average, but with so fewer customers here than in the Soiled Dove, she was making half as much a night. 

Cindy sank to her knees, running her hands along the merchant's fat thighs. She quickly found his cock and began to rub it through his pants. The man was already hard, which boded well for her. The faster she could get him off, the faster she could hopefully find another client. Her free hand worked the man's breeches, untying them to release his member. She gave a strangled cry as she saw the circular cork-screw design of the orc's cock, her hand sliding up the grey flesh.

"A bit bigger than you're used to?" 

The merchant's coarse laugh snapped her out of it. It's not an orc, she thought, this isn't he Soiled Dove. There are no orcs here.

Cindy leaned in and wrapped her lips around the pink head of the merchant's shaft. In Ruar she might have spent more time giving a client attention, but here she needed to be quick about it. She welled saliva in her mouth to help lubricate the cock, and began to suck it with forceful dedication. Her hand worked the loose skin of the shaft, gliding up and down as the tip of her tongue flicked underneath the head.

The merchant's grunt of pleasure made her heart race, as it sounded much like a damn orc's. She wrapped her fist around the base of his shaft and began to pump it faster, eager to get him off and be done with him. Her full lips slid along his glistening shaft as she bobbed a little lower down the length, running her tongue back and forth beneath it. Her mouth and hand worked in tandem to stroke his meat, faster, wetter, and hotter. 

The merchant grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place as he groaned in satisfaction. Cindy's skilled lips brought him to climax, and his salty seed splashed into her mouth, spurt after spurt erupting onto her tongue. The taste and smell of his seed made her head swim and formed a pit in her stomach. Today is not going to be a good day, she thought as the merchant tidied himself up and left her sitting in the alley.

Cindy spit the man's cum onto the street and rose up from the ground. She should try and find another client before it got much later, but after dealing with the merchant she needed a drink. It's all the orcs' fault, she thought. I've not had any luck since leaving Ruar. Cindy's hand went to the hilt of the small knife she kept for protection. Holding it, knowing it was there made her feel better. I know what to do if they try anything again.

Two bits wouldn't get her very far, and less still if she spent it on drink. But today is a bad day, and ale would help smother the memories. A few months after the Queen returned from the war, she passed a series of laws to help integrate the orcs into the population. She decreed that every brothel had to have girls on staff to service her orc subjects. She knew it didn't make sense, but she could have sworn that when the royal messenger brought the degree into the Soiled Dove with the decree he looked directly at her.

The Madame came to her very night and told her that she would have to start taking orc clients. Obedience was compulsory under the law, as it wouldn't be right to discriminate against the orcs who helped save the kingdom. A squad of the brutes was already there that night, eager to enforce the Queen's law. They took her upstairs, and took her every which way. They treated her like that dark haired slut, the one who first agreed to service orcs in the brothel, though Cindy could no longer remember the girl's name. Filthy beasts, she thought, they've ruined everything. Sure, she got paid well for her services, but she was not going to stay there and be taken endlessly by the rough beasts.

Cindy left the very next day. The Duke of Haverset's falling out with the Queen was well known, so she figured Haverset would be as good a place as any to get away from the orcs. If only I have been able to stay in the capital, she thought, I could have saved enough to get out of the trade by now.

Cindy looked up and found herself in a noisy tavern. She ordered a flag of ale and quickly began to drink it down. She looked around, wondering if there was anyone in the cheap dive that would make a likely client. The place was brimming with excitement, but none of it seemed sexual. In the corner of the bar a crowd had gathered around a well dressed man. 

Cindy made her way to the back of the crowd and asked the nearest man what was happening. 

"They're saying an orc came through with a bunch of human and elfish slaves and he's gonna sell them beyond the March!" 

Cindy's heart leapt in her chest as panic washed over her. "Those poor girls! They can't just be carried off like that! How can the Queen let orcs carry off slaves? What is the Duke going to do?"

"No one knows yet. The Duke is calling the people to the market square to tell them what's what. Everyones s'posed to start making their way there."

The well dressed man who brought the news stood up on a table. "Now listen everyone, I have to continue spreading the word. Everyone head to the market square. I assure you, the Duke is not going to let this stand!"

A great cheer erupted, and deafening though it was, Cindy's heart swelled. She felt as if on fire, and her heart raced as excitement swept the room. People on all sides were talking, and the mass of people began to spill out from the tavern. As one the crowd surged towards the center of town, moving faster and faster with each step. The buzz in the air intensified as people began to swap rumors and share stories about what they had heard orcs do to women.

Cindy said nothing to all this, not wanting to share her own story. She simply became angrier and angrier as the crowd entered the market. Two gentlemen were standing on a cart, with a retinue of guards surrounding them. She recognized the older looking one as the Duke of Haverset. The other was shorter, a little rounder, but just as well dressed as the Duke. 

Men and women were spilling into the market square, filling it up from every direction. First dozens, and then hundreds. When the square was full, and crowds were bulging out into the surrounding streets, the shorter noble raised his hands and shouted in a surprisingly booming voice, "People of Haverset! As many of you have already been told, there is a great crime unfolding here tonight! A vile, pernicious, orc slaver has captured dozens of human and elf girls and is taking them to his lair out in the Angrian March." 

The crowd erupted in angry shouts before the nobleman could continue, and it took several moments before he spoke again. "I know you're angry, His Grace the Duke of Haverset has called you here today so that you know that at least in this part of the Kingdom, orcs are not above the law!" The crowd cheered at that, making the man smile. Next to him though, the Duke of Haverset looked stiff and uncomfortable, and was slowly grinding his jaw.

The rounder noble gave the Duke of Haverset a pointed look, and though he hesitated for a moment, the Duke finally began to speak as well. "The orc slaver has established a camp for himself outside of the city gates. We cannot, and will not, allow him to carry off our mothers, our sisters, and our daughters. Will you come with me to deliver that message?" 

The crowd cheered, and made a hole for the Duke as he led his guards through their midst. Finally, Cindy thought, someone is going to do something! Cindy shouted ecstatically as the Duke passed by, reaching out to touch him. She fell in line behind his guards and it seemed as if the whole city was on the march. 

When the townsfolk reached the camp, an older looking orc stood in front of the others. A score of women were gathered around fires, and a half dozen orcs stood nearby. The leader looked confused, and even frightened. The shorter noble besides the Duke stepped forward. "Orc! We will not allow you to kidnap and enslave these honest women! We demand you release them at once, and leave this lands immediately!"

The orc raised his hands, trying to calm him down. "Slaves? These women aren't slaves, they're whores, bound for the cities beyond the March. Human and elfish women from this are in great demand there, they volunteered to be great concubines-" The orc's lies were too much for Cindy, and before she knew what was happening, the empty clay mug she had in the tavern was flying through the air until it shattered on the orc's head.

As the crowd roared the Duke of Haverset spun around, trying to calm the people down but it was too late. The mob surged forward and attacked the orc merchants. The women around the campfires screamed and started to run, while the people kicked, punched, and battered the orcs with stones. Cindy drew out her small knife and fell atop the felled leader. Raising it in both hands, she slammed the blade into his body, stabbing him again and again. Blood splattered on her dress and face, but she didn't care. As she straddled the orc's waist, she saw the faces of the orcs who took her so many years ago, and stabbed each of them again and again. 

It wasn't until she felt arms pulling her off the dead merchant that she remembered the rest of the crowd. The merchant's wagons were being overturned and burned, and his trade goods looted by the angry people. Cindy wandered from the riot in a daze, the anger starting to drain from her body. She sat down on a nearby rock to watch the fires burn, and saw something glistening in the light. One of the girl's must have dropped this as she fled, Cindy thought. She picked up a small ruby pendant and hung it around her blood splattered neck. She idly stroked the stone as she watched the crowd lift up the dead orcs and toss them into the fire. A small payment, she thought, but it's a start.

Jeanette grunted with pleasure as Grahk pumped his fat orc cock inside her hot ass. Turogg assured her that Grahk had the largest cock of any of the orc tribes living in Zentara. The king still did not mind sharing her, even got some pleasure out of it. However, he was still the only one allowed to take her pussy. Turogg wanted there to be no doubt that her children were his children as well.

Jeanette's breasts, swollen ever larger from the seven children she bore, bounced and swung about beneath her as she was taken from behind. With Turogg having left the capital to gather soldiers and march on Heste, she had precious little available to satisfy her sexual cravings. Eight years of marriage to the licentious orc had given her depraved and insatiable cravings. Her moans got louder as Grahk gripped her hips tighter. 

She looked back at him, her eyes traveling up his muscular grey chest to the jutting tusks and upturned nose. A shiver ran through her as she studied his inhuman face. Even after all this time, she still felt that naughty, dirty thrill at the sight of her orc lovers. Jeanette, naked except for her gold crown and royal jewelry cavorted with Grahk in the middle of her solar, her pink flesh slapping and rubbing all over his taut grey form. The flush of her cheeks spread down her neck to her chest as they began to move faster. A large rough hand reached around to cover her breast, rubbing it in his strong grasp.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 02



"Ah...that's it...mmm....fuck me Grahk...fuck your queen's ass!" The large orc shaft slid in and out of her stretched ass. The cock was so thick that she could feel every cork-screwed ridge running up the shaft throbbing against her inner walls. The slanted tip allowed it to burrow deep into her hot canal. Her calves flexed as she pushed up off the ground into her orc lover.

The orc grunted in his guttural tongue, telling her that her wish was his command. She had picked up their language in all her time with them, though it was easier to understand than it was for her to speak. Jeanette extended her slender hand to the table and wrapped it around the pale ceramic shaft resting there. She slid the toy off and brought it between her legs. The dildo had been fashioned after an orc cock, thick and ridged, though not as big as Grahk's. As she rolled the head against her sopping wet folds, a sense of familiar comfort swept through her.

Grahk's forceful thrusts made her hips rock forward, rubbing and pressing against the tip of the fake cock until it finally pushed between her swollen folds. The smooth texture of the ribbed cock slid inside, deeper into her vaginal passage. An eager, excited moan filled the room as she felt the toy rub against Grahk's huge shaft through the thin membrane of her body.

Jeanette curled her toes against the floor as she shuddered in delight. She had come to love having multiple cocks in her, even when one of them was as large as Grahk's. She pumped the dildo in and out of herself in time with the orc's massive penis, occasionally making sure each one was fully inserted inside her at the same time.

Whenever this happened, she would shake her hips excitedly, whipping them from side to side to make the two invaders shake and dance inside her. Her wrist jerked and twists in a blur as she manipulated the sex toy inside her, making each cork-screwed rib slap and rub against her inner walls. Grahk began to move his hips faster, his laborious breathing washing over her as the large dicked orc exerted himself. Jeanette knew that his climax would soon be approaching, so she started to work the toy even faster.

As her arousal approached its peak, her mind began to swim through the hazy lust. She could no longer time the thrusts of the toy with Grahk, and both stabbed inside her, pumping and thrusting at random in a desperate rush to build friction inside her. "Nnng...a-aaaah!" Jeanette clenched her ass around the fat cock inside her, squeezing it firmly as she pushed the toy into her pussy as deep as it would go and started swirling it about inside herself.

"Aaah!" Grahk cried out as the sudden tension around his cock pushed him over the edge, and his climax erupted inside Jeanette's ass. Spurt after spurt of his hot seed shot inside the queen, filling her bottom up with his hot goo. Jeanette shook her hips, milking it as her own climax rocked through her body. The walls of her pussy convulsed, hugging each line wrapping around the sex toy and holding it firmly inside her body.

Jeanette's thighs glistened as she stood up straight again, panting for breath. When she did, her butt cheeks closed tighter around the fat orc dick inside her. She let it sit there for a moment, before jutting her hips forward so that it flopped out of her. Jeanette slowly turned around, looking up at Grahk breathlessly. "Oh no, Grahk, your Queen isn't done with you yet..."

Jeanette grinned as she reached up to his broad shoulders, resting her soft palms on his firm muscles. She slowly rubbed and kneaded the grey flesh, and then applied a gentle downward pressure, pulling the large orc to his knees. Licking her lips, Jeanette lifted her leg and wrapped it over Grahk's body, until her sweaty inner thigh was nuzzling his cheek. She drew the dildo from between her legs and brushed it over her lips and ran it under her nose.

She ran her fingers through his hair, massaging the top of his head as she drew his tusked face to her snatch. She winced and held her breath as the tusks pinched against her sensitive labia. Jeanette shivered in pleasure and exhaled sharply. Grahk's long tongue lashed out and started to lick up along her slit. Jolts of pleasure shot through her as the orc licked her already sensitive pussy.

"That's it...mmm...get it in there..." Jeanette moaned happily as the big orc pushed his tongue inside her, lapping up her juices, twirling it about inside her. The queen eagerly thrust her hips forward, grinding herself against the orc's face. She rode the orc's face, one hand holding is head as the other moved up to her breast, squeezing and rubbing it. She stared intently down at the contrast of her white leg resting over the muscular grey orc. Her gaze traveled from her thigh to the sight of his inhuman face nestled against her mons. 

Grahk's strong hands reached around to grab her ass, squeezing it roughly and pulling her harder against his face. Jeanette cried out loudly as his tusk pressed against her clit. The sharp stab of pain mingled with the pleasure emanating from within her body. Jeanette tossed her head back, flipping her long black hair. The queen shut her eyes tightly, her lips parting as a lusty moan spilled out her mouth. Grahk's tongue brought Jeanette to a second climax, which exploded through her body. Her fingers curled around his hair as she pulled him in, holding him there until her knees buckled and she fell forward. She pushed Grahk down as she went to the ground, lying him on his back and sitting atop his face. Jeanette panted heavily as she began to recover from the orgasm, keeping Grahk in position beneath her. After several moments of resting on his lips and tongue and gently massaging her breasts and nipples, she finally rose up off the floor. Stepping over him, she walked over to her armoire to get dressed.

"Thank you Grahk, that was as lovely as ever. Do send in Trodott on your way out."

Trodott became chancellor of Zentara after Duke Frederick left court. Before the war, Trodott was a merchant in Ruar and the unofficial leader of the orcs in the city. After the wedding, there were not any human lords of suitable rank that she trusted enough to serve as chancellor. Trodott came highly recommended by Turogg, as well as the Council of Guilds, the merchant heads of all the various guilds in the city.

Since becoming chancellor, he had won popularity and acclaim in the city by working with Jeanette to improve the economy of Ruar and Zentara. Always the richest of the four human kingdoms, once Jeanette took the throne she began implementing policies to further isolate Heste and strengthen ties with Thesta and Sandora.

Trodott and Jeanette lowered tariffs on imports from the Elfish Isles and city taxes throughout the realm. However, they were able to keep crown incomes high by redirecting all the orc trade routed from the Angrian March to the lands beyond through Zentara, cornering the market on the goods being imported by Thesta and Sandora. 

The increase in trade among the merchants meant more jobs for the commoners in the cities. Younger sons from the countryside who could never hope to inherit enough land to support them flocked to the cities for work, and the more adventurous became caravan guards, traveling throughout the world.

Jeanette could feel Trodott's eyes on her bare ass as he entered, but she didn't mind. She slipped the vermillion gown with ebon accents over her shoulders and adjusted the pink pearl straps on her shoulders. One benefit of the sweeping fashion changes of the past few years was that getting dressed was much easier now. There was something strangely satisfying about not needing a squad of attendants to put your clothing on.

The silk dress had a deep cut between her breasts, and a skirt that reached down to her ankles, but had a long slit up her left leg that ran up to her hip. When she turned towards the orc, he bowed to the queen. "Your Highness, are you ready for the meeting with the Council of Guilds?"

Jeanette smiled warmly at the orc merchant. "I am, Chancellor Trodott. How did the meeting with the ambassadors from Thesta and Sandora go?" As Jeanette knelt to lace her strapped sandals up her calf, the folds of her dress opened, flashing her mound at the orc. A shiver of excitement at the exposure ran through her as she saw the orcs nostrils flare at the sight.

"As well as can be expected, Your Highness. They made no promises, but then, they never do. However, they will send our request for aid on to their sovereigns."

"And how do you think they will respond?"

Trodott pursed his lips as he thought it over. "King Steffon of Sandora is old and won't want to be dragged into a war. Nor will his children. The Princess-Knight of Thesta is eager to test her Falcon Guard into battle, but I don't know if she'll be able to convince her father to intervene. Perhaps if you wrote her a personal message, Your Highness?"

Jeanette nodded in agreement and offered the orc another smile. "An excellent notion, Chancellor. I shall be sure to see to it as soon as soon as we are done with the Guilds." Jeanette finished lacing up her heeled sandals and rose. "Shall we?" She offered her arm to Trodott, who looped his own through it and led her out of her chambers. Her personal guard fell in behind her and the group left the castle to meet with the Council of Guilds.

As she walked through the sunny streets of Ruar, the sun shimmered off the fabric of her dress. As if it were a beacon, it drew the people of the city to her party where they waved and cheered for her. Jeanette flushed, her cheeks reddening as she thought about how some of the men were drawn simply to look at her body as well.

The Council of Guilds met in a large stone building at the end of the Main Street of craftsman. Jeanette couldn't help but look down the side street that led to her old brothel. She briefly wondered how things were there these days, before shaking her head to focus on the task at hand. This was no time for reminiscing; there was a war to be fought.

The Council of Guilds had been a strong supporter of Jeanette and her orc alliance. They had all profited greatly from both the influx of new customers in the orcs, and in their trade access to the lands beyond the March. The Blacksmith Guild made a fortune selling steel weapons and armor to the new orcs, the Guild of Masons and Miners built the new orc castles and cities. The Silk Merchants, Gem Cutters, and Goldsmiths all got access to new markets for the luxury goods they imported from the Elfish Isles, and new products from the lands beyond the March.

These five guilds were the wealthiest and most powerful in Zentara, and presided over the lesser guilds in the city. When Jeanette entered the Guild Hall, the five Guild Masters rose from their seats on a raised dais to greet her and Chancellor Trodott. Members from all the guilds lined the walls, clapping and cheering as Jeanette approached the center of the room. The Guild Masters met her there, and bowed respectfully to their queen.

Yaro, the burly, bearded Master of the Blacksmith Guild, rose first. "Welcome, Your Highness, all the guilds of Zentara welcome you, and stand behind you in this war."

"Thank you Yaro, thank you all. I always know I can count on you, my friends, to assist me in our time of need." Jeanette beamed a smile at him, and then at the other Guild Masters as they rose from the floor. They stood in a semi-circle around her, making her felt closed in between them, Trodott, and the guards behind her. She could feel their heat on her skin, and feel their eyes on her exposed cleavage and flesh. 

The other four Guild Masters offered their compliments as well, before they could move on to business. "Your Highness," said Forath, the Master of Masons and Miners, "Workers have begun strengthening the city walls, as well as strengthening Greenthorn Castle. As we discussed, the price will be at cost for the materials and the usual rate for wages."

"Very good, sir. I'm pleased to hear it. And the blacksmiths?" Jeanette turned back towards Yaro.

"Working overtime, Your Highness. Mail, shields, swords, and spears are coming out as fast as we can make them. You will have more than enough for a second army if you need to levy one, to finish equipping the king's army, and to replace any losses they suffer."

"Excellent!" Jeanette beamed a smile at them. "You've done excellent work, all of you. Your skill and dedication are a credit to your crafts, and a gift to all Zentara."

"We have gifts for you as well, Your Highness." Yaro said with a grin. One of his blacksmiths came forward with a case covered in cloth. Yaro grabbed to cover and slit it off, revealing a slender blade somewhere between the size of a short sword and a long sword. "The blade is a Godry, made by the famous master himself. As you can see, it was designed for a woman's hand, and though lighter, is still heavy enough to either stab or slash as needed."

Jeanette reached forward, wrapping her fingers around the hilt. Ever since the battle with Sir Drake, she had been training to better defend herself if the need ever arose. The sword felt good in her hands. It was excellently balanced and proportioned for her. She looked it over, admiring the way the blade curved inward towards the hilt. The flats of the blade had been inscribed on both sides with her motto, 'Peace, Prosperity, Justice'. The hilt itself was a solid guard for her hand, but still beautifully designed with a dove, each side of the guard being the bird's wing, with the neck the hilt and the curved pommel as the head.

"She is called Peace Bringer, Your Highness. We all know that your reign brings peace and prosperity for all Zentara, and we support you fully." The crowd cheered, blacksmiths loudest of all. Not to be outdone, the Master of Goldsmiths signaled his assistant to come forward as well.

"You'll need armor to protect you, Your Highness, not just a sword. The leather-workers have crafted you this fine cuirass." The leather harness was presented to Jeanette by one of the guildsman. Unlike the armor Turogg crafted for her during the first war, this piece was practical. It didn't have cutouts for her breasts, but was shaped to accommodate them without making her vulnerable. On front of the cuirass, the pattern of her crown had been inset on the leather in silver and gold. Three naked women wrought in silver, each one holding a gold sword, a coin, or the scale of justice emblazoned the front of her armor.

"It is truly magnificent; sir, your leather-workers and silversmiths are to be commended." Jeanette turned and looked out towards all the guild members that were assembled. "All of you are to be commended. Through your hard work equipping the army, building new defenses for the city, or contributing funds to offset the cost of defending our great Kingdom, have made us all safer and this debt will not be forgotten. You are the ones who have forged this kingdom into greatness, and it is you who have wrought it into a realm of prosperity for all."

Jeanette slowly paced around the room, her eyes meeting those of the men in the crowd. Her smile and kind voice made every one think she was talking only to him. "As Queen, I am responsible for the safety and success of all my people. Through your hard work, I have enjoyed a reign marked by affluence and good fortune for most of Zentara. But just as I reap the benefit of success, so to must I bear the burden of failure. For too long, I have ignored the conditions in the Duchy of Braden. What was supposed to be an opportunity for man and orc to come together and build a new world for both our people has become an utter failure. Men starve in the cities while lush, fertile lands grow grapes for wine and hops for beer."

Jeanette circled around behind the Guild Masters to stand on the raised dais to better look out to the whole crowd. "Neither peace, nor prosperity, nor justice have existed in the Duchy of Braden for some time. The latitude that was allowed our orc friends has gone too far. This is not their fault. They simply were not ready for the responsibility that was thrust upon them. After the war, I have decided and King Turogg has agreed that Braden must be brought back into the fold and answer more directly to the Crown. More land will be opened up to development by freeholders, to grow wheat, barley, and rye to feed our cities. New licenses will be granted in these cities for smith, tanners, weavers, and all of the other upstanding craftsman which make our Kingdom great, and they will be allowed to operate free from the interference of the Lord Mayor, answering only to the Guild Masters and the Crown. The Braden side of the Lyskean Mountains will be opened for public purchase in order to foster the creation of new mines and quarries. 

Jeanette glanced at the Guild Masters smiling and nodding in approval toward Trodott, and giving each other knowing looks. She then looked out to the cheering crowd again, raising her arms. "Together, we will truly integrate the Duchy of Braden and our new Hesten territories into the Kingdom of Zentara and ensure we bring true peace and prosperity to all men, women, and orcs."



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 03



Gorath took a big swill of his ale and looked around the noisy tavern. Despite how crowded it was, space had been left around the table where the big orc sat next to a muscular human woman with dark, cropped hair. The pair nestled comfortably together, and despite the glares they occasionally got no one yet felt brave enough to challenge the couple. A thick cloud of smoke lingered in the air, creating a dull haze that made it even harder for the local drunks to navigate through the tavern.

The bar catered to both humans and orcs, or at least, it did for the moment. Gorath's company had been sent to Stoler, a small town on the Thestan border with the Angrian March a few months ago to defend against the last of the orc raiders. A few communities still existed, those that hadn't migrated to Zentara along with Turogg's Goltenak tribe.

"How much longer do we have to stay in this shit hole?" The orc asked his companion in a booming voice.

"Only till something better comes up. You got somewhere else you'd rather be?" The short haired woman answered Gorath in his own tongue before taking a swig from her own mug of ale. Her long, dexterous fingers stroked slowly up his chest as she smirked irreverently at the orc.

Gorath grunted, but admittedly he had nothing to say to that. If they weren't in this dive in some shit town, they'd be in another dive in a probably shittier town. Mercenary work in Thesta wasn't as active or exciting as he had hoped. After Turogg had conquered his tribe, Gorath and some other orcs fled into Thesta to avoid having to serve under him. The King of Thesta decided to hire him and his men to help defend against orc raiders, assuming that they would best know how to thwart their own kind. The work had been good, at least until Turogg made the alliance with the humans to the south.

Gorath's musings were interrupted when a human stumbled over to their little table. "Hey lass, what are you doing with that grey pig? Don't you want a real man or do you just like fucking animals?"

"If I see a real man I'll tell you. I like big men with cocks to match. So take your needle dick and fuck off."

The human spluttered in rage and leaned forward, grabbing the short haired woman's breast. "I'll show you who's a real man!"

In the blink of an eye, the woman seized her mace up from beside the table and smashed it into the man's elbow, breaking his arm. A quick backhand followed, sending the man and his teeth sprawling onto the floor. Gorath rose from the chair as the man's friends approached. Swinging his big grey fist, he sent the first flying back into the bar. "You were right Kat, I didn't have anywhere better to be! Hah!"

Katerei grinned at the big orc and stepped over the fallen man to stand beside him. Katerei didn't need his protection, she had trained the Princess Knight of Thesta herself. However, she wasn't exactly knight material, so she wasn't welcomed into the Falcon Guard. Instead, she was hired to guard the border and be Gorath's liaison with the Crown. "See? Something always turn up, I always tell you!"

One of the men punched Gorath in the side, but his muscular frame absorbed the hit easily. He grabbed the man by the shirt and lifted him off the ground, and then threw him into a table. He then picked up a chair and broke it over the head of the man he punched as he tried to rise off the floor. A third man broke a bottle and tried to come at the large orc from behind, but Katerei shattered his jaw with her mace and sent the man reeling.

"Come on lover, let's get out of here before we hurt any more of them. We're still paying the tab from the last fight, and Her Royal Highness said she'd skin us alive if we killed any more of her people."

Back to back, Gorath and Katerei left the bar, the other patrons in a wary circle around them. The other orcs left as well, tensions being high and none of them wanting to start another general brawl. Once they cleared the tavern, Gorath let out a booming laugh, and Kat soon joined him. She hung her mace back on her belt, and then jumped up into the large orc's arms. Gorath growled softly as he felt her slender, but firm and muscular body pressed against him. His hand tightened around her rear, squeezing and massaging her ass as he carried her towards their camp.

Gorath's cock began to stir as Kat leaned it to softly kiss his tusk and lick up along the bony protrusion. The feeling of her strong, calloused hands drifting over his bare chest and caressing his muscles made his heart beat faster. Orc women were timid, docile creatures, and most human women only laid with an orc when forced, and screamed and fought the whole time.

Kat was a different sort all together. A strong warrior woman, she was a lioness in bed and a true pleasure to fuck. Gorath slid his fingers between Katerei's thighs as he quickened his pace, rubbing her vulva through her own pants. She moved her lips to his, planting a kiss in between the orc's tusks. Their tongues intertwined, dancing together as she ran her hands all over the Gorath's torso.

As they moved through the small town, he spun her about, facing her away from him. One powerful hand reached down the front of her pants to support her weight by resting her womanhood on his palm. He rubbed and stroked her slit as it dampened, while his other arm wrapped about her chest to fondle her breast and pin her securely to his body.

Katerei laughed, the musical notes drifting through the streets as she pushed and nuzzled against him. Gorath could feel his fingers getting wetter as she grinded herself into the hand, while her nipple hardened beneath his fingers. His shaft swelled and hardened to its full length, straining against his breeches, and throbbing in pent up desire, bursting to be freed. After what seemed an eternity, he reached the tent they shared in their camp. Gorath pressed his lips firmly to Kat's, holding it a moment before prying her off his body and tossing her to the bedroll.

Gorath stripped off his pants in a hurry as Katerei lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it away. The large orc gazed at the bare breasts, smaller than many he had seen in the past. Kat told him it was a result of the training she did. At the moment, Gorath didn't care. The mounds were more than enough for him. Kat kicked off her boots and slid her pants down as he approached her. Naked on the floor, Kat reached up to grasp the base of his shaft and began to stroke it smoothly. 

Gorath groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of the human woman's small hands tightly wrapping around his shaft. His cock twitched and rose against her grip as blood rushed through the member. When Kat began to lick at the underside, he wouldn't have been able to restrain his guttural moan even if he wanted to. Orc women usually didn't do this for their men, their tusks tended to get in the way. Whichever human harlot had invented this was a fucking genius, he thought. Gorath pressed his thick grey hand atop her head and stroked through the short black locks.

"Damn that feels good, Kat. Do all human women get taught how to do this?"

Kat looked up at him and gave that sly, impish grin of hers. "No, it's just me. I've dislocated so many men's jaws, I thought it was only fair to learn how to do my own." She laughed playfully and wrapped her lips around the slanted tip of the grey shaft as she ran her fingertips up and down over the circular ridges that ran along his cock. Gorath's back arched and a shiver ran through him as she suckled on the tip. The pleasure stabbed through him and he gripped her hair a little tighter to help steady himself. She chuckled around his cock as he pulled on her scalp. One hand left his cock to dig nails into his ass, pinching him back with equal force.

Gorath could only spare a moment's glance of amazement at the way she made her mouth slide up and down the corkscrewed shaft before his eyes shut and another tremor of pleasure ran through him. His hips pushed forward involuntarily, wanting to grind his cock into her mouth. He groaned again as she pressed her lips firmly around the slanted tip in response, and then took his cock deeper again. The orc started to pant as he watched his lover bob faster and faster along the length of his shaft.

"Oh shit!" Gorath cursed as the feeling of her tongue and lips rubbing his shaft suddenly pushed him past his limit. He gave a strangled cry as his climax hit, making his thick shaft explode in her mouth, spewing his hot seed over her tongue. She drew her lips back to the tip as she continued to jerk his cock, while her other hand scratched down the back and around the front of his thigh to softly grasp and squeeze his hanging ball sac. 

Gorath pulled his slick, still hard shaft from her mouth as the feeling of the mouth on his post-orgasmic , overly sensitive cock tip. Katerei looked up at him again with that impudent smirk and crawled to tentflap, sticking her head out to spit the load he deposited in her mouth. The sight of her tight, muscular ass wiggling as she moved was too tempting for him, however. Walking up behind her he crouched behind her and quickly slid his cock all the way into her soaked pussy. She gave a startled cry, no doubt attracting the attention of any passing soldiers, as her head was still sticking out the tent. He began to push against her backside, humping her from behind and working his cock inside her snug pussy.

Kat twisted and bucked against his shaft as she cursed and swore, kicking back at the orc. Gorath laughed, the booming sound reverberating in the confined tent. The feeling of the tight human cunt wrapped around his shaft sent tingles through him. The way she convulsed, it was as if he could feel every fold tightly hugging the contours of the ridges on his cock. As good as it felt though, he relented, and dragged her back into the tent, still impaled on his cock.

Once she was back inside , Kat turned around to look over her shoulder at him. "Oh you're gonna pay for that one Gor!"

Gorath laughed and thrust harder, drowning out any further protests with her own moans. Katerei started to buck her hips more deliberately, rocking them in a slow pattern to stir his cock inside her and rub the tip against her hot, wet walls. He placed his large hands on her shapely rear, eyeing the contrast between her tanned complexion and his own grey skin, before moving his gaze up to her face. She looked to be lost in ecstasy, and the pleasure on her face made him grunt and fuck her more urgently.

Gorath leaned over her and nuzzled her neck and cheek with his tusks as he slapped his hips into her backside. Each thrust pushed her forward across the ground, making him have to pull her back into his cock each time. His grunts mixed with her own lusty moans as they pushed and grinded against one another. The sensation of the tight human pussy opening for his strong thrust, and then wrapping tightly around his cock made his nerves buzz and sent his blood boiling.

"Oh fuck Kat, you're so tight!" Gorath grunted in pleasure as Katerei clenched herself around his cock and then jerked her hips roughly from side to side. Her vigorous bucking slammed her backside against him again and again as she eagerly rode his cock. The large orc leaned father forward, changing positions to lean atop the smaller human woman. 

"Mmm...that's it Gor, you're so hot...ah...it feels so good!" Kat purred hotly as he slipped his big hands over her breasts, completely covering the human woman's mounds. He rolled his palms over her taut nipples, and grinned in delight as the attention to those sensitive nubs made her squirm beneath him. He held her close to his body as he laid atop her, the two becoming one as his thick, turgid shaft pumped in and out of her. 

They arched their backs in rhythm, pushing and rubbing against one another as they cavorted in pleasure. Kat reached back to grip his arms, squeezing them tightly as she pulled herself up against his cock. Gorath pressed his face into the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair before nuzzling his tusks against the side of her neck, kissing, licking, and suckling on the soft flesh. She tilted her head towards him, rubbing her face and neck against his tusks as she squeezed him inside her and rubbed her firm ass against his stomach.

"Mmm...ah...yes it's good...Gor! Keep going! Nnng...oh shit how did I fuck before orcs!" Katerei squealed in delight as he slid his corkscrewed shaft all the way inside her. The warrior woman writhed and undulated passionately around his cock, her strong hips and thighs squeezing her vaginal walls around his meat to milk it desperately inside her.

"It takes a special kind of human woman to love orc dicks," Gorath panted, his words halting and broken as he tried to hold back the rising tide of his pleasure. The large orc squeezed Kat's tits tightly, leaving red marks along the curves. The pain didn't deter her though, as he knew it wouldn't. She merely cried out louder and grinded against him more urgently.

His hot breath flowed over her neck as he began to slam his hips against her, each thrust lifting her up and then smashing her against the earth floor of the tent. "Fuck Kat! I can't hold it anymore! I'm gonna cum!"

"Ah...pull it out! Pull it out!"

The large orc obliged his sexy lover, ripping his cock out just moments before he erupted, spilling his hot sticky seed all over her back and bottom. As his hot seed rained down on Kat, the human cried out, shuddering violently as her own ecstasy washed over her. As the last of his cum splashed on Katerei, Gorath rolled to the side and fell beside her, panting for breath. He draped on arm over Kat's muscular back and squeezed her firmly as they both recovered from their climaxes.

"Mmm...that was delicious as always Gor. I wonder what it is about smashing a man's face in that gets me so hot."

Gorath's laugh boomed through the tent. "Smashing things with a hard stick? Yeah, I wonder where that comes from."

Katerei's lighter, more lyrical laughter joined his own, and then she turned to face him and cuddled her body against his hot chest. Gorath licked his lips, and then hers as the firm breasts and hard nipples rubbed against his muscular torso. The orc kissed her deeply again, as he ran his large grey hand over her smooth, light skin. It was easy for him to scoop her up, for her small, human female body to become lost in his own large body. 

His shaft began to stir again, but before they could go for another round they were interrupted by a voice outside the tent. "Captain, Kat, there's a messenger here from Her Highness."

Kat sighed and sat up, reaching for a tunic to pull over her body. Gorath couldn't help but admire the sight of the shirt that fell not even halfway down her thighs, and being untied on top revealed a generous amount of her cleavage. The orc pulled his own breeches on, and then called outside the tent. "Send him in, then. Can't keep Her Highness' business waiting."

A moment later the flaps to the tent parted and a messenger decked out in the livery of a Thestan servant entered. His impeccably clean blue shirt with red and gold lines around the shoulders and down the sides were a stark contrast to the dirty brown and grey colors of their own kit. The messenger looked around, a grimace of distaste on his face as he was forced to inhale the scent of their recent coupling and look upon the large orc's muscular bare chest. He showed a little more interest in Katerei's alluring visage, and after admiring the sight a moment he got down to business.

"Orders from Her Highness. You're to strike camp immediately and begin marching south to Zentara."

"Zentara? What the fuck are we supposed to do there," Katerei asked the messenger.

"Heste has launched an attack to reclaim the Duchy of Braden. The King does not want to become involved, but Her Highness has decided that some 'unofficial' help could be useful." The messenger turned back to Gorath. "Your company is to meet with Trodott, the Chancellor of Zentara and receive further instructions from him."

Kat shot Gorath a sharp glance, but the orc remained focused on the messenger. "If that is what Her Highness wants, that's what she'll get. We'll be ready to move within the week."

"Excellent." The messenger turned back to Kat and handed her a sealed scroll. "Additional instructions from the Princess, for your eyes only. I don't know what is in it, so don't ask. I've entrusted the quartermaster with your six month fee, future payments and compensations will come from the Queen of Zentara. Good day to you Captain, lady."

The messenger quickly departed, looking relieved to escape the scene. Kat walked over to Gorath, pressing against him and stroking his back with her hand. "It's not going to be a problem for you, is it? Serving Zentara and its King."

Gorath chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Why would it be? Fighting is fighting and serving one king is just as good as serving another."

"This King defeated your tribe and scattered your people. That's not just like serving any other king."

Gorath grinned at his lover. "Tribes rise and fall all the time. It is the nature of things. Turogg forged himself a mighty tribe, but it will fall one day, just like mine and all the others. Some other will take its place. That's life, Kat. So sure, I'll take his gold today, and maybe tomorrow I'll smash his skull in and take his tribe for my own."

Katerei smirked and gave his ass a light slap. She then broke open the Princess' message and began reading. "I'm glad you're taking this so well. The last thing we need is to be feuding with the King while we're trying to make nice with the Queen." 

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Susannah stroked down the long sleeves of her green velvet dress. She then spread out the long skirt which draped to her ankles, and slowly turned about as she admired her reflection in the mirror. The dress was more covering than anything she had worn in a long time, and it wrapped around her like a warm, comforting blanket. The modest dress was a welcome change from the plethora of scanty and revealing outfits that Bodak liked to see her in.

Thinking of Bodak sent a twinge of guilt and regret through her, and then shame for the relief she felt now that he was gone. Though she did her best to love him, his intemperate and erratic nature meant living with him was like sleeping under a hanging sword. Although she didn't know how the war would turn out, at least for the moment King Connor didn't seem intent on hurting or killing her. On the contrary, he had shown her every courtesy.

Though he hadn't included her in his grand plans, she did gleam that he was in league with her father in this war against Zentara. Through shrewd observations and the wily diplomacy she had developed ruling the Duchy as best she could for Bodak, she was able to discover that Heste hadn't invaded Zentara yet, but was instead holding the pass while it besieged all the cities and castles in Braden that hadn't surrendered yet. She didn't know where that left her family, but she intended to find out.

It was hard to get any information though, locked up in the castle. 

Susannah looked at herself one last time. The dress they had found fit her snuggly. It seemed to be oddly cut, tight in the waist, and then looser as it went up the body as opposed to having a more consistent shape. Perhaps that was the Hesten custom, she thought, as all the dresses they brought her seemed to fit this way. Susannah left her chambers to meet with Connor. He had summoned her early that morning, and she hoped he would finally reveal more of what he intended.

She also wanted to know what happened to the rest of the castle staff. She'd been waited on be Hesten girls since arriving, and neither heard no seen Stefan since the castle fell. She even would have accepted seeing Betsy again, as at least her face would be familiar.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 03



Her Hesten attendants escorted her through her castle to the main hall just inside the gates of the keep. King Connor Ousten awaited her there. He looked every bit a king in his resplendent garb, the bearded lion of his dynasty emblazoned on the front of his tunic. His large frame filled it out, rivaling that of a smaller orc. His face was lined from bearing the stress of ruling, but it was hidden behind a thick auburn beard.

"Lady Susannah, welcome. Thank you for joining us this morning. I was wondering if you would enjoy going for a walk with me?"

Susannah curtsied deeply before the king. "It would give me great pleasure, Your Highness, I've been indoors for so very long."

"I'm glad to hear it, Your Grace. Now that my forces have defeated the host your dead husband was gathering and secured most of the Duchy, it is time we discuss how best to settle things here. With my brother murdered and heirless, there is no one with a direct claim upon the Duchy." The pair strolled out the gate, and Susannah had to shield her eyes from the bright sun as she waited for her vision to adjust. "I intend to name one of my cousins as the new Duke of Braden. I've spoken with your father, and in order to best preserve a continuity of rule, we believe it would be best for you to marry him. Do not worry though, Susannah. Heinrich is a good man, and will make a much better husband to you than that orc ever did."

Susannah didn't reply as they approached the portcullis. Of course she could see the political sense in it. However, she didn't think she wanted to get married so soon after Bodak's death, and certainly not into a political marriage arranged by the King of Heste and her father without ever asking her permission or opinion. Susannah began to reply, but as they crossed the shadow cast by the wall and her vision cleared, she stopped short and gasped in surprise.

"It's fortunate that the orc never seeded you, Your Grace. We wouldn't want any impediments to the marriage," As Susannah looked up to the top of the portcullis, Betsy's severed head stared back at her with empty, lifeless eyes, "and a potential heir to the Duchy of Braden wouldn't certainly be an impediment."

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The clash of swords and the shouts of combat echoed in the courtyard below Greenthorn Castle. Jeanette's knuckles were white as she gripe the railing of her balcony tightly, looking onto the fight beneath her with trepidation. With a savage cry, the young squire smashed aside his opponents shield, and with a quick slash of his sword sent him flying to the ground. Jeanette cheered and clapped her hands as Agmar stood above his opponent in the training yard. At almost nine years old, he was as big as most human boys entering adolescence. Due to his size and fierceness, he was allowed to become a squire and train much earlier than would otherwise be appropriate. So far he hadn't given her or the master at arms any reason to regret that decision. 

The only fault that could be found was that perhaps he was just a little too ferocious. Even though it was just training, he fought every duel as if it were mortal combat, and had broken more than one bone of the young squires he trained with. There was a deep anger and streak of cruelty in the boy. Many wrote it off as it coming from his orc heritage, but Jeanette thought there was more to it than that.

Griselda cried for her mother, drawing her attention back to the nursery. Jeanette looked down with a smile at the little baby in her bassinet. The small half-orc was her first daughter after a number of boys. Turogg of course was quite happy to have three strapping sons, but Jeanette pleased to have a daughter at last. Scooping up the small bundle in her arms, she took the baby to her breast and turned to watch Turogg's eldest son, Grotok, watching Agmar train. The boy was quite jealous that Agmar got to train and he didn't, but Jeanette was firm that he had to wait another year.

Belkor and Trogar would soon start clamoring for a sword as well, but Frenok and Dolnog were still too young to care, and preferred to follow around Jeanette whenever they could. Griselda fed greedily from her breast as she rocked the gentle girl. Six children in eight years, not including Agmar. Orcs were certainly fertile, but so was she, she supposed. Certainly she had reinvigorated the Grennally line and secured the succession.

"Your Highness? May I enter?" Daniels' voice called from outside the nursery. 

A smile crossed Jeanette's face as she turned towards the doorway. "You may." Her servant Daniels, who had remained faithful all these years, entered into the nursery, but turned away abashed as he saw the queen nursing her baby. Even after eight years of skimpy clothing and near constant teasing, he still had not gotten used to the sexualized Queen he once knew as an innocent princess.

"Er, Your Highness, a message has come in from Shropfordshire. The rider says that it's extremely urgent." Daniels had a little trouble handing Jeanette the letter while keeping his eyes averted, but he managed.

Jeanette place Griselda back in her bassinet and then opened the sealed scroll and read aloud, "Your Highness, An orc caravan was massacred in Shropfordshire. Several thousand peasants marching towards Ruar to demand all orcs be exiled. Dukes of Haverset and Swetford are with them along with many knights. Will arrive two weeks after you receive this message."

Daniels forgot himself and looked straight at the scantily clad queen with a look of shock. "S-several thousand? Your Highness, we don't have nearly that many soldiers left in the city! What will we do?"

Jeanette pursed her lips as she rolled up the scroll and tapped it against the table. After a moment, she brushed her long dark hair out of her face and turned back to her footman. "Send me Chancellor Trodott and summon the captain of my guard. Then have the servants prepare for travel. I need to nip this in the bud before it grows any larger. I cannot afford to have rebellion behind me and Heste in front of me."

It didn't take long for her retinue to be packed and ready to depart, and before she knew it she was a week into her journey towards the oncoming mob. She wasn't taking her household, just Daniels and fifty of her orc guards. She was dressed for war, wearing her new leather cuirass and armed with Peace Bringer. Gone were the trunks of dresses and jewels. Jeanette was momentarily amused at the thought of how her thin, scanty dresses could take up so much space. It was a welcome diversion, but it didn't last long as her thoughts drifted back to Duke Frederick. What was he doing with the rebels? Had she really pushed him so far that he would actually rebel against her? She had trouble believing it. Duke Frederick had been like a father to her, both when her real father was alive and in the months after his death.

He had given her refuge in his estate when she was pregnant with Agmar, though he didn't know the real reason for it. So close was their trust that he didn't even ask for any details. Sure, the betrothal of Bodak and Susannah had been unconventional, but other than the orc's misrule of Braden, Susannah's letters made their marriage seem a happy one. Perhaps he wasn't rebelling, she thought, perhaps he was just accompanying the mob to help keep them under control, and to serve as a spokesman for their concerns.

Jeanette didn't know what had got them so riled up, or why they suddenly felt the need to attack one of the orc trading caravans that traveled through Haverset. Surely they should have gotten used to the orcs' presence by now. Well, regardless, Jeanette didn't doubt that she would be able to calm the crowd down and address their concerns without expelling all the orcs from the Kingdom. I've always been able to connect with the commoners, and they have to know how much I've done for them and the Kingdom, how much the orcs have done for the Kingdom. I can make them see it.

"Your Highness?"

"Hmm? I'm sorry Daniels, did you say something?"

"Are you sure it is wise to confront the rebels with only fifty men? They are supposed to number in the thousands..."

"It won't come to a battle, Daniels. I don't know where they are getting these new and strange notions about the orcs, but I shall put it to rest." Jeanette's confidence seemed to reassure Daniels, at least nominally.

"And if they don't, they're just peasants. One charge from a guard of orcs will send the cowards scattering," the rough, gravelly voice of Vrenchak, the Captain of her Guard cut in.

Jeanette shot Vrenchak a contemptuous look. "They have many knights as well. You shouldn't dismiss them, though it is beside the point. It will not come to bloodshed. If I have to slaughter my own subjects to rule then I'm no true ruler."

"There will always be someone to challenge the chief, and the chief will always have to slaughter him to make the rest fear and respect him." 

The captain's words were harsh, cruel, and cold, but all too typical of orcs. Their impermanent system of government, often without hereditary rulers, made it difficult for many of them to appreciate a more stable and loving leadership style. At least, it was difficult for the orc warriors to learn it. Turogg knew it, though it was slow going. But the thought of building a dynasty for his children helped him see the light. Trodott knew it as well, but then, he was a merchant who had more exposure to the civilized kingdoms, and whose focus was on wealth and not on violence.

Jeanette looked over at her captain of the guards, admiring the strong corded muscles of his arms. Though not as large as Turogg, he was still massive, and the sight of his broad shoulders was only magnified by the chainmail resting atop his leather cuirass. For all these orcs disdained human ways, they certainly appreciated finely wrought human armor, which was leagues beyond anything that even the finest orc blacksmiths and leatherworkers from the March would be able to produce.

Vrenchak had a strong jaw, punctuated with sharp tusks that he had filed to make them even pointier and sharper than normal. They made his lips curl into a permanent sneer, and the slightly upturned orc nose only made him seem more arrogant. Jeanette couldn't help but find the alien features attractive, though she hated herself for it. "Come, let's make haste to the Night Watchman's Keep; they may reach it by tomorrow and I want to be well rested if they do." Jeanette kicked her horse and began to gallop, as much to get away from Vrenchak as to get to the Keep before dark. The Night Watchman's Keep was an old fortification built on a hill that used to mark the boundary of Ruar's territory when it was a young city state. She supposed the hill was originally manned by a night watchman, but if it was that story had been lost to history.

The hard ride to the keep did little to cool the heat that staring at her captain had built in her. Feeling the strong horse thundering between her legs as she rode astride only made her think of Turogg, who seemed to have left her forever ago. It had been a long week without being able to pleasure herself, but at least tonight in the Keep she'd have enough privacy to see to that particular need. With the thought of that in front of her, she rode even faster.

The Night Watchman's Keep had been abandoned for many years, the borders of Zentara outgrowing its purpose long ago. Still, the main structure of the keep was sound, and would serve as suitable shelter for the night, and serve as a better than nothing defensive position should things turn violent. Though most of the stone wall had been plundered by local farmers, the keep itself still stood strong. The commoners marching from Heste were not likely to have siege equipment, or enough food to enact a siege.

One of the guards took her horse as Daniels led her into the keep to find a suitable room. Though there were no furnishings, having a room with a door and a roof over her head was all the luxury she needed after a week riding in military style. Once they were in the room, Daniels assisted her in removing the leather cuirass. The silk undershirt was damp after a day's riding, and the soft material clung to every curve of her breasts. The material had even turned slightly transparent, and she could feel Daniels staring at her in spite of himself.

Amused and a little aroused that her normally bashful footman was entranced, she decided to tease him just a little further. She reached out to his arm and gently stroked her fingers up to his shoulders. "Daniels...Daniels..." she called, her voice as soft and svelte as velvet, "...that will be quite enough for tonight. I shall call you if I have need of you."

"H-huh? Oh, er, yes, of course Your Highness. Have a good night..." 

Jeanette ran her hand down to the small of his back and then pushed him towards the door. When he left, she sighed out loud, running her hands over her sweaty breasts, tugging the silk shift away from her skin and fanned herself with the fabric. She then went to her traveling pack, unrolled her sleeping sack, and retrieved the toy she had carefully hidden within.

She brushed the slanted tip of the toy over her cheek and nuzzled her lips as she inhaled the scent of her sex off the fake cock. A shiver ran through her, and she used one hand to start unlacing her britches. She gently kisses the tip of the orc cock dildo while working her leather pants down her legs. She slowly rose to the floor, resting atop her bed roll to remove her boots and finally kick off the leather garment.

Her chest heaved, breasts thrusting into the air as the arousal grew within her again, stronger and hotter than before now that she was so close to the pleasure she had been aching for. She untied the strings of her panties and tossed the garment aside, letting it fall near the door. Jeanette lifted her knees, spreading her legs apart as she moved the toy down to her slit, letting the orc dildo wallow and bathe in her juices. As she pressed the tip of the toy against her folds, she heard a soft gasp from the doorway.

She took the noise in stride, and not missing a beat, she spread her labia apart to reveal her pink folds. She could hear a brushing sound near the doorway, a sound she had learned all too well. Pleasure swelled within her breast as she thought of someone peeping on her. It had to be Daniels, she thought, as she started to slide the inhuman dick you inside. She twisted and turned it, making the bulging corkscrews rub against her sensitive inner walls.

The feeling of the thick member and the bulging ridges sent shudders through her, and filled the aching sense of emptiness that had been following her for the past week. She slowly, laboriously drew it out again, and then suddenly pushed it back in, deeper than before. Her hips lifted off the ground to meet it, thrusting herself back into the toy.

The erotic movement elicited another gasp from behind the door. Jeanette used one hand to move the toy in and out of her as the other went to the silk shirt. She pressed the soft material into her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples with the silk, making them throb for attention as her body quivered. She moved gently, subtly changing her position as she fucked herself so that she more precisely faced the door. In her mind's eye, she pictured Daniels watching her as she took the orc cock, rubbing himself through his pants as she was ravished by the orc sized toy.

"Mmmm...ah...yessss...I've missed this..."

A soft panting began to mix in with the sound of a hand furiously stroking a cock. Her hips moved in kind, matching the intensity of the hidden voyeur as she pumped the orc sex toy into her. Her moist walls swallowed up the corkscrewed cock again and again, allowing each inch to sink inside of her until the slanted tip pressed into her cervix. Moaning louder, she bunched the silk shirt up in her hand and pulled it roughly over her head. She squeezed herself on the toy, holding it inside her as she peeled the shirt the rest of the way off her body. Her luscious breasts spilled free, and gained another lusty moan from outside the room.

Her bountiful tits bounced wildly as she threw herself with reckless abandon into the toy. Again she thrust it inside her as she lifted her hips higher to meet it. As her mind began to cloud over, Jeanette rolled over onto all fours. "Ah...yes...fuck me...harder...do it!"

Her voice cried out, and as she shook her ass towards the door she heard a final gasp and the soft splatter of the man's seed shooting against the door and onto the floor. The thought of Daniels cumming while watching her pushed her over the edge, triggering her own climax. She shuddered around the toy as she buckled and then fell forward, panting for breath, toy still impaled inside her. Blearily, she looked towards the door, and the last thing she noticed before passing out was that her panties were gone.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 04



Author's Note: Sorry about the long delay in getting this chapter out. I was having a lot of difficulty finding the time to write due to changes in my personal life. Then I was working on a side project, which I will speak more about later. For now, I've found a way to make the time to write again. With a big of luck, I'll be able to resume pushing out one chapter a week again. Keep your fingers crossed! As always, please vote for the story and provide feedback so I know how I am doing. Have fun! 

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"We need to talk about where we're after again!"

"We already agreed!"

"You agreed, not me!"

Voices shouted ever each other, each one trying to be louder than the next. It was like this almost every night since they had left Shropfordshire. Some wanted the orcs driven from the land, some wanted all the orcs sent to the Duchy of Braden. A vocal few thought the whole idea of a queen was a mistake, and that they should put the Duke of Haverset or the Duke of Swetford on the throne.

"Just let them all go? After what they've done? We should kill them all!" Cindy's shrill voice cut through the crowd, but was quickly drowned out again as fresh protests and opinions were hurled carelessly at the assembly. The Duke of Swetford and the Duke of Haverset stood off to one side, looking uncomfortable at the unctuous and unruly debate.

If we're going to save ourselves from the orcs, we need them to take control and show real leadership, she thought. They had tried to steer the crowd, talking about hope and change and new leadership, but they were not being forceful enough to really make a difference. None of them seemed to understand that the orcs were wicked, evil creatures that must be exterminated. As long as they were alive, they would be a threat to the human lands. Send them to Braden and they would eat away at Heste while growing into a mighty horde. Send them back to the Angrian March and they return to raiding, worse than ever before now that they had a taste of civilization.

Orcs were foul beasts, rapists and murders and they all needed to be killed! She'd been trying to get His Grace the Duke of Swetford to see by using every trick she'd learned. She thought he was slowly coming around.

"Please, please, listen to me please!" Swetford cried out shrilly, trying to get the attention of the crowd. "The problem stems from the Queen. Her whole reign is corrupt. She must be removed from the throne and a regent put in place. Then we can start heal the wounds we've all suffered. What we do with the orcs can be settled once a proper, human government is reestablished in Ruar."

The meeting quieted down after that, as it always did. Tonight they would be agreed on marching towards Ruar to depose the queen, but tomorrow they would be back to shouting over each other, each with their own idea on what was to be done. After the meeting was concluded, Cindy made her way to Swetford's tent.

Cindy hid the revulsion she felt as she looked at the Duke's corpulent body. She plastered on her professional smile and pressed her warm body against him, kissing him softly on the lips as her hands stroked up his arms. "You were brilliant tonight, Your Grace. I think you're really starting to get through to them, to make them see how wise and necessary it is to install a reagent first, before settling all those other issues."

Swetford smiled and slid his hands down Cindy's back to cup her round buttocks, lifting and squeezing the fleshy cheeks in his palms. "Thank you, my dear. It isn't easy work, as you know. But we will get there in the end. They just need someone to lead them, step by step, to the correct decision. They want to be told what to think, what to do. It's in their nature to listen to the nobility, and to look to us for guidance."

Not us, she thought. You count me as one of the sheep. But where a sheep runs, the shepherd must follow. Cindy kissed and nibbled on the Duke's neck as her hand stroked down to cup his manhood through his breeches. Her slender fingers squeezed the bulge, stroking it slowly as she whispered into the Duke's ear.

"Brilliant, Your Grace. When you're the regent you'll a strong, firm hand on the people." Cindy rubbed the swelling shaft to emphasize her point as she nibbled Swetford's earlobe. The Duke gripped the fabric of Cindy's dress and started bunching it up between his fingers. He groaned softly as Cindy's hand worked his shaft and her hot breath washed against neck and ear. "You'll do what needs to be done. You'll scour the lands clean of the orcs, won't you?"

"Ah, oooh!" Swetford grunted in pleasure as his fingers slide beneath the skirt to stroke Cindy's bare ass. He turned her, and pressed his lips hungrily into the woman's mouth. The Duke guided her over to the desk that had been set up in his tent and pushed her against it. Leaving the skirt bunched up over her waist, his hands moved to grope at her breasts, rubbing the nipples and kneading the fleshy mounds in his hands. 

Cindy's deft fingers worked to unlace his pants and free the Duke's shaft. She stroked it directly now, running her fingertips up and down along the veins as she rolled her wrist. She jerked his cock, letting the head of the shaft slide up and down against her inner thigh as she nipped at his lower lip, suckling it as he pawed at her tits.

"Mmm...that's it Your Grace...put it in me...fuck me as hard as you're going to fuck the orcs when your regent..." Cindy guided the end of Swetford's shaft higher up between her legs, until it pressed against her labia. Her other hand reached down, spreading apart her nether lips to open herself up for the Duke's cock.

Swetford obliged her, and with another low groan he thrust his hips forward, sinking himself deep into Cindy. He started to pump his hips rapidly, thrusting in and out in quick successive thrusts. He continued to claw at her breast with one hand, while the other gripped her hip, pulling her forward into each one of his thrusts.

Cindy released a well rehearsed moan as she tilted her head back and clung to the Duke's biceps. She squeezed her pussy around his cock as she rolled her hips forward. "Oooh...that's it...fuck me Regent...keep giving me your big cock!"

Swetford's hand closed tighter around Cindy's breast, so tight it would probably leave a bruise. He choked and grunted as he spent himself inside her, pumping rope after rope of his seed deep into her vaginal canal. He continued to thrust his hips, trying to prolong the pleasure as Cindy kept him crested atop the climax by squeezing and releasing his dick, milking it in her hot wet folds. When he unleashed the last of his load he fell forward and rested his hand beside Cindy on the desk, panting to catch his breath.

"Ah...that...that feels good Cindy. I'm lucky to have such a smart, talented woman marching with us. You'll go far, my dear, I'm sure of it."

Cindy stroked through the Duke's hair as she idly stroked his back with her other hand. "Oh I don't need to go all that far Your Grace. Just back to Ruar. Once we're there we can put you in power and you can deal with all the problems eating away at the Kingdom."

"Yes, well, there is a great deal of work to do. The orcs have been corrupting the capital for almost a decade. It will not be easy to root them out, and it won't happen overnight."

"Mmm..." Cindy moaned and pressed her lips against the Duke's again. Her hand stroked down his back, and then slid around to his front, taking his wet, shrunken cock into her hand. She squeezed it gently, and began to stroke it as she pushed off the desk, guiding him towards the cot. His little shaft began to grow again, swelling in her fist as she jerked it up and down.

"I know Your Grace, I know. Even still, a man with your power, with your ability...you'll be as good as a king. You'll be able to do anything you want." Cindy smiled emptily down at the Duke as he lay down on the cot. She climbed atop him again, and guided his dick back inside her. Her hot, wet, folds enveloped his dick, and stroked it up and down rapidly as she bounced atop him.

Cindy's heart leapt with excitement; not from the fat nobleman between her legs, but from the anticipation of the coming scourge of orcs. There was no army between them and the capital. No one to stop them from cleansing the court clean of the barbarous orcs, and after that, they could descend on the orc settlers in the kingdom and annihilate them as well. They would finally get what was coming to them! 

Swetford grunted as Cindy grinded around his cock and rubbed it against her inner walls. She was quite a skilled lover, a real find amidst the rabble of the mob. Cindy certainly took the edge off the long, cold nights sleeping in a tent and living off of salted beef, water, and whatever else could be carried with them. The Duke moaned again as Cindy's voluptuous tits bounced above him, and he couldn't help but give them a squeeze.

"Oh fuck yes, that's right my dear, as...as regent I'll be as good as a king. I'll, oh, ah, I'll restore justice to the court. I will punish those who need it, and reward those who deserve it!" Swetford's voice raised to a higher pitch as Cindy's quim squeezed the tip of his cock, sending a shudder of pleasure up his spine. "And I think you deserve a big reward!"

Cindy suppressed a grunt of disgust as she felt him explode inside her again. He seemed well pleased with her performance though, and that was what mattered. She would slowly bring him around, work on him and all the others in their army until they understood that the only way to deal with orcs is to kill them all.

After the Duke fell asleep, Cindy drank her bitter tea and returned to her own sleeping mat. Many women in her position wouldn't bother. They would try to get pregnant, to get support from a powerful lord. But Cindy wasn't after wealth or material comfort. That's probably at least part of what attracts him, she mused. He knows there is something different about me, he just doesn't see that I want to lead him about by his cock, not take all his money.

Cindy was awoken early the next morning by the sound of excitement rippling through the camp. She quickly stirred and grabbed the nearest person who seemed to know what's going on. "What is it? What's happened?"

"It's the Queen! The Queen herself! She's ridden out to meet with us! She's really going to listen to what we have to say!"

Cindy released the man. The Queen was here? Did she really want to listen to them? No, there's no way that the orc fucking slut of a queen would listen to them. She's had their babies! The Queen throw them out? Impossible!

Cindy hurried to the spot where the army was gathering to meet with the Queen. The Dukes of Swetford and Haverset were already dressed and waiting for her. She shot Swetford a look of annoyance that he didn't send for her, but he was too busy looking at the young Queen to notice. Cindy couldn't hear what they were discussing, so she pushed closer, fighting her way through the crowd. When she broke through, she saw a profile of the Queen sitting atop her horse, with her gold crown nestled atop the flowing raven locks of hair. Seated next to her was a large orc bodyguard, and as she saw the pair a ripping pain shot through her head. She looked so...she had seen her...the Queen...Jeanette...Queen Jeanette. It couldn't be!

****

Although Jeanette was surrounded on all sides by a mob angry enough to march from Shropfordshire to Ruar, she wasn't worried. While they might not be the people of the city of her birth, they were still her subjects. She wasn't afraid of Frederick either. They had been through too much together for him to ever completely betray her. She could understand where a reasonable person might disagree with the direction she had taken Zentara, but there is no way that his objection would be so severe that he'd mean her actual harm.

The only one who gave her pause was Thomas, the Duke of Swetford. He had supported her father's policy of closer ties with Heste, and her marriage to the late Duke of Braden directly. He was an ambitious man, and during her father's reign he had sought to curry favor with Sir Drake in order to gain influence at court. He had left court after she came to power, but somehow she didn't think he had given up his ambitions through all these long years.

Thomas and Frederick had rode out to meet her on horseback, and both were wearing leather breastplates with chain tunics. Frederick still cut an impressive figure in his armor; Thomas was far more comical. Never a military man, the corpulent Duke's armor bulge and curved outward, looking like something out of a farce. His talents were political, not military. She had no doubt that this whole mob was on the move due to his work, not Frederick's.

While she may not have looked as martial as Frederick, she was sure she looked a deal more impressive than Thomas. Wearing her breastplate and leather breeches, and with Peace Bringer hilted on her side, she sat atop a white stallion, allowing the whole force to see her in her glory. Her long black hair hung freely behind her, whipping about the gold crown atop her head when the wind blew strongly. The sun beat down, causing its light to reflect off her crown and armor, creating a dazzling display from a distance.

Jeanette looked to her sides and gave the men and women of the crowd a pleasant smile, the kind that made each of them think it was meant just for them. Finally, she turned and looked to Frederick, meeting his gaze straight on. "Your Grace, I never thought I'd live to see the day that we met under arms like this. It grieves me to think of how frayed our relationship has truly become."

She could feel the eyes of the crowd turn to Frederick and Thomas, deferring to the Dukes to relay their grievances. Despite her earlier assurance that she had nothing to fear from them, she still considered it something of a minor miracle that they were so calm and quiet.

"A great many things grieve me, Your Highness. The state of the Kingdom most of all, when your father was alive-"

"When my father was alive he would have sold us to Heste. A fact which I am surprised has slipped past you, considering I see the Duke of Swetford there with you. He was all for that 'alliance' I recall. You, on the other hand, Your Grace, were a strong supporter of my orc alliance when I first ascended the throne. You fought alongside with me, with my husband, and all the other orcs all through the war." Jeanette raised the pitch of her voice as she said the last part, projecting her words farther so that more of the crowd could hear them. A murmur of unease swept through them, and they looked uncertainly towards the Duke of Haverset.

"That is true, Your Highness. I was always your biggest supporter. Or I was, until you sold out your people to the orcs. I warned you to be careful! I warned you back then, not to get in too deep but you didn't listen. You let them in, and look what they did! To you, to Susannah! She was your friend!"

"She still is my friend, Your Grace. As I understand it, she's had more contact with me these past eight years than she has had with you. I know you don't like the way she's been treated, but she has not complained and neither should you." Jeanette's voice wavered momentarily, but she caught hold of it. Perhaps she had not been the most attentive friend she should have been to Susannah. Her letters had assured her that all was well, but reports trickling in from Braden suggested things had been left unattended for far too long.

Swetford's voice broke in. "This is about more than friends and daughters, Your Highness. Your orcs have been rampaging through your Kingdom while you lounge about your palace with your orc lover. Girls are being raped, women kidnapped into slavery, farms burned. The good, decent men and women of your kingdom suffer while the orcs grow fat and rich off their misery!"

The tenor of the mob grew tense, and angry murmurs of agreement rippled through them. The severity of Swetford's attack surprised her. He was making this very personal, attacking her and not just her policies. And with such falsehoods too! Slavery? Arson? There had been nothing of the sort happening in Zentara. Where was he getting this from?

"What? That's-"

"You don't even know what's going on in your own Kingdom! You're so deep under their spell that you cannot see what they're doing!" Swetford's words carried with the crowd, who started to get angrier.

Jeanette was getting angrier to, clenching her fists in rage. He was just making things up! Flat out lying! "Enough! You may peddle your lies to these fine folk, but do not waste them on me." Jeanette looked out to the crowd, scanning their faces. "Who among you is worse off than you were before the orcs came? None of you look to be starving. Indeed, you've all managed to find the time to leave your homes and jobs to march all the way to Ruar to come see me. Our alliance with Turogg and the orcs has brought great prosperity to Zentara."

"It's brought great prosperity to the orcs you mean!" Swetford cut in.

"To everyone! Zentara is in a golden age! Birth rates are up! Crop yields are larger, more gold is flowing. Everyone has benefited! These stories you are being told are lies. How many orcs have you really seen in Shropfordshire? Who among you personally knows someone who has been kidnapped? Who knows someone who knows someone whose house has been burned?" Jeanette looked out among the crowd, who were listening attentively. "Do not be swayed by the lies of ambitious who care more for their own influence and wealth then the well being of their people. Do not be swa-" 

Jeanette's words died in her throat as a vaguely familiar woman broke through the crowd, metal glinting in her hand. The Queen's own hand fell instinctively to the hilt of her sword, and as the auburn haired woman raised her dagger Jeanette's sword leapt from its scabbard. Panic ripped through her as she swung wildly down, all of the practiced, measured strokes from her training forgotten. Crimson flashed, and the woman fell back with a cry. She collapsed on the ground, her fall ringing like the toll of a funeral bell. Silence reigned over them all as droplets of blood dripped off the Queen's blade.

A crushing wave of noise caused Jeanette's horse reared up and she struggled to stay in the saddle. The crowd erupted and began to press in and draw their swords. Frederick cried out for calm, but he was lost in the din. Swetford just grinned nastily and started melting back through the crowd. The Captain of her Guard, Vrenchak, grabbed the reins of the horse and started to pull her back as the rest of her retinue closed in to protect her.

This isn't what I wanted! She thought in a panic. There wasn't supposed to be any bloodshed. Who was that girl and why did she come at me with a knife? The rest of her thoughts were lost in a blur of fear, panic, and instinct as her guard fought their way out of the ranks. All around her the commoners were being cut down. Screams filled the air, and the scent of blood and gore brought back memories of the aftermath of the skirmish outside the Lyskean Pass. The path in front of them began to thin out as her powerful orc guards hacked their way through the unarmored and lightly armed mob.

Just as she thought they were free, the orc to her right cried out as the tip of a spear was rammed through the back of his neck. Blood spurted out and the horse panicked and galloped off. Professional soldiers from the two Duke's levies were making their way forward now, cutting off their retreat. The hardened soldiers put her guard to the test, and soon Jeanette found herself raising her sword to ward off the attacks of a thickset warrior mounted atop a chestnut gelding.

Jeanette tried to remember all the things she learned in her lessons, but in the heat of the moment she could only swing her sword to try and knock away the attacking soldier. Her heart pounded in fear as the clash of swords made her ears ring. Soon his greater strength and skill broke through her guard, and a powerful flow knocked her from her horse. The Queen landed in the dirt with a grunt, and she curled up to avoid being trampled by the horses and men fighting all around her. 




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 04



Her opponent jumped off the horse and as he approached her, she scrambled looking for her sword. Just as her small hand wrapped around the hilt, the knight raised his own weapon to strike her down. He's not even going to take me prisoner!

Just as the killing blow started to fall, an arrow whizzed past the Queen above her head and slammed into the knight's chest, pushing through his chain shirt and leather cuirass and he stumbled back before collapsing without even being able to scream.

****

Gorath quickly nocked another arrow and loosed it, throwing a soldier off his horse as Gorath galloped towards the carnage. They needed to take out as many of the mounted soldiers as they could before getting the Queen out of there. Katerei rode beside him on her own horse, armed with a short spear. He had tried to teach her to shoot a bow mounted, but she never really got the hang of it. The rest of their unit, the Death's Head Riders charged behind them. The whole company was mounted to make it easier to chase orc raiders. While they might not be as well armed or armored as knights, they enjoyed far greater mobility. 

They were going to need it, as they were outnumbered at least ten to one. Their only hope was to throw the army in disarray, grab the Queen, and ride out of there as fast as possible. The enemy forces didn't have nearly enough mounted troops to pursue, at least not without abandoning their supplies and the unmounted troops.

The Riders loosed a hail of arrows into the opposing army. They aimed for the middle, well away from the Queen and her guard. The rain of arrows slammed into the unarmored mob, causing a panic. They were peddlers, farmers, and lower class servants and city folk, not soldiers. Now that they were seeing combat first hand and having death rain on them from above sent the crowd into a panicked frenzy. When Gorath and the rest reached the fighting, they pushed hard against the soldiers and pressed them back into the mob. As his soldiers started hacking away at the untrained peasants, they threw down their weapons and began to run.

Katerei thrust her spear through the eye of an unmounted soldier, and then swung her short sword to slit the throat of an enemy horse. Gorath grunted in satisfaction as his troops flanked the trained levies. Hardened soldiers were harder to replace then commoners, so he wanted to do as much damage to their ranks as he could before they fled. 

The large orc swung his axe, splitting the skull of a swordsman who tried to come at him from the side. He scanned the battlefield, and grinned as he caught sight of the Queen's crown glittering. It might not be much protection on the battlefield, but at least it made her easier to spot. She was surrounded on all sides by her guards, who were barely managing to fend off a group of knights.

Gorath grabbed a bone horn and brought it to his lips, calling for the first squad to follow him. "Kat, you too, let's go!" 

Gorath, Kat, and first squad barreled through a wall of fleeing commoners as they made their way to the beleaguered Queen. To his right, Kat jabbed her spear through the back of a knight's skull. When one of the Queen's guards struck at the same time and took the dead warrior's head off, the warrior women laughed and raised it up on her spear, before flinging it into another of the enemy knights. Gorath swing his axe, cleaving a foot soldier in two at the shoulder while his heavy war steed trampled another soldier underfoot.

Their timely arrival broke through one side of the enemy soldiers, allowing them to pull the Queen out of the protective ring. "Your Highness, Princess Knight Amelie sent us! We have to get you out of here!"

The raven-haired beauty looked up at him. "Is Trodott with you?"

"He's back at the tower. Come on we won't keep them off balance for much longer."

He extended his hand out to the Queen and she gripped it firmly. Gorath pulled her up, and when she settled against his back he turned his horse and began riding away. Katerei remained behind for the moment, helping free some more of Jeanette's guards to escort the Queen off the battlefield.

When they were a safe distance away, Gorath blew into the horn again to signal retreat, and his company began to break off and ride towards the tower that Trodott had marked on their map earlier. Jeanette's hands wrapped around his waist, but between his breastplate and hers he couldn't really enjoy the feeling of her body pressing into his. Well, there will be time for that later, he thought, a grin forming on his lips. 

****

A few hours of hard riding later they were back at the Night Watchman's Keep. Jeanette smiled as she spotted Trodott and Daniels, who came out to greet them. "Chancellor! How good it is to see you! It seems you found our Thestan friends alright.

"Yes Your Highness. They were waiting just on the other side of the border. I didn't even have to wait at all! Gorath is a most efficient commander." The genial orc gave Gorath a respectful salute.

Gorath just grunted and dismounted from the horse, and then helped her off as well. His powerful hands squeezed the leather around her waist as he lifted her up and then set her back down again as effortlessly as plucking a flower. The strong grip reminded her of Turogg, and the way he could effortlessly move her about the bedroom.

Jeanette suppressed the thought, as this was no time to turn maudlin over her absent husband. "Chancellor, Gorath, give me a few moments to freshen up and then meet me in the main hall of the keep. It isn't much to look at, but it should provide us enough space to plan our next move."

"Katerei should be along shortly, Your Highness. We should wait for her as well, she's our contact with the crown, er, the Thestan Crown, with Princess-Knight Amelie." Gorath looked out from atop the hill to the mass of horses still approaching the Keep. There she is at the front of them. She should be here within the hour."

A woman warrior? That should be interesting. Jeanette smiled up at the large orc. "I look forward to meeting her. We'll adjourn in the main hall in half an hour. Daniels, please attend me in my quarters."

"Yes Your Highness." Daniels followed the Queen to the room she occupied the night before. Jeanette walked in silence as her thoughts drifted to the woman from the battlefield. She seemed so familiar, who was she, and why did she attack me? The sight of blood flashed through her mind, and her heart sunk to her stomach. I wonder if she lived. Did I kill her? 

Jeanette thought of the guilt she felt during the first war for all the men who died defending her. This was different, and in a way much more personal. She could be the first person I killed. Not the first person who died for me or the first person I ordered killed. The first person that died by my own hand. The woman's face burned in her mind, and she felt all the worse for not recognizing her. She obviously knew her, but how could she have an enemy who hates her so much and not even know who the woman was?

Jeanette felt a body press in behind her, and hands run up her sides. She snapped from her reverie, and found herself back in the small room with Daniels removing her armor. A blush spread over her cheeks as she remembered her faithful footman spying on her and taking her silk undergarment. The warmth of embarrassment mingled with the heat of arousal, and the sexy feelings were a welcome distraction from her worry over the woman in the field.

As he lifted the leather cuirass over her head she could feel his hot breath washing over the back of her neck. Jeanette breathed a sigh of relief as her body was freed from the imprisoning leather. Her bust, grown even larger over the years due to her multiple pregnancies, strained against the thin green silk of her blouse. Daniels' slender arms then reached around her to untie the greaves over each arm, leaving the Queen standing in her tight breeches and tight silk blouse. The damp fabric of her shirt made it cling to her curves, and as the sweat was freed from her armor, a chill made her nipples harden and poke prominently through the fabric.

Jeanette stretched her arms and rotated the muscle before unlacing the top of her blouse, giving her body even more freedom and allowing some of the trapped heat escape. Her breasts pushed the shirt further away, allowing a generous amount of her cleavage to be shown.

She could feel Daniels tense behind her and felt his eyes looking down her shirt as he looked over her shoulder. Did he use my underwear to jerk his cock, she wondered? Will he used them later tonight while thinking about the view down her shirt?

The Queen shook her head, banishing the thoughts. Jeanette had been glad of the silence on the walk here, but now it was beginning to feel a little oppressive. They hadn't spoken more than a few words since the night when he spied on her in her room, and it was beginning to feel awkward. Her teasing him like this was not going to help, but something inside her made her unable to stop herself. I must miss Turogg, she thought. If he were here, seeing to my needs, I wouldn't be losing control like this.

Jeanette stepped away from the footman, eager to escape the vicinity of his body. She turned to face him, and saw his gaze drop to her breasts, and to the nipples pressing against her shirt. "Daniels," she said, somewhat warningly, "Please clean my sword and scabbard. I'm afraid I might have put it in its sheathe with the blade still wet."

"O-of course Your Highness." Daniels accepted the sword and scabbard after Jeanette removed it from her belt and handed it to him. "Wet, Your Highness? You didn't have to use it did you?"

Another stab of guilt pierced her heart. "Yes, I am afraid that I did. Things went very wrong at the meeting. I do not wish to discuss it. You're dismissed, Daniels." Daniels left, leaving the Queen alone with her thoughts.

****

Gorath's cock stiffened as Jeanette entered the room in a tight blouse matted to her generous bust. He shared a look with Kat, and they both rose up to welcome the Queen into the meeting room. Trodott and Vrenchak rose as well, and all of them stared appreciatively at Jeanette's exposed cleavage. Trodott and Vrenchak looked away first, used to the Queen's revealing outfits. Gorath and Katerei stared a little longer, until the Queen's cough made them return to business.

After he sat down, Kat's hand stroked up his thigh and patted his firm member through his breeches, before stroking it slowly beneath the table. Gorath's breath caught in his throat at the unexpected move, but he didn't protest, and instead tried to focus on Jeanette as Kat stroked his shaft.

"I would like to thank you for the timely rescue this morning Gorath. Thanks to you as well Katerei. Your assistance is well appreciated, and I, and all my people, are extremely grateful for your assistance."

Gorath could tell from the expression on her face that the irony of her statement on the gratitude of the people, several thousand of whom just tried to kill her, was not lost on her. Still, that didn't stop the orc from wanting to sample some of her gratitude first hand. "It's our pleasure, Your Highness. We're happy to help. We haven't had a good fight in too long!"

Katerei nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's a real honor to serve under Western Kingdoms only Queen Regnant, at least till our Princess-Knight ascends to the throne. Especially one who handles a blade! I hear you struck down the first of those dogs who attacked you!"

"Yes, that's right. I've had some training since the last war, to be better prepared in case I ever found myself in a violent situation again. I'm afraid I didn't acquit myself as well as you have heard though. I quote forgot most of my training and struck in a blind panic."

"Oh I'm sure that's not true, Your Highness," Katerei reassured her. "It might have felt like that, but your training took over even if you didn't realize it. After all, you didn't drop the blade, did you? Or miss? Or smack her with the flat of it?" Katerei grinned.

"Well, no I suppose not-" Jeanette replied.

"See what I mean? You just need more practice. I'd be happy to help you, show you a few moves if you like."

Vrenchak, who had been glowering at Gorath the whole time cut in. "The Queen does not need lessons from some little human girl." His eyes narrowed as he continued to glare at the orc. "Nor from orc cowards."

Katerei bristled, but Gorath just looked calmly back at the Captain. "Who better to teach her, you? A sniveling dog who only knows how to roll over and offer his belly?"

Kat's laughter was drowned out by Vrenchak slamming his hands on the table and jumping to his feet. "Enough!" Jeanette cried out, silencing them. "I do not being ignorant, so one of you explain to me what the problem is."

Vrenchak ground his teeth together. "Gorath's tribe was defeated by King Turogg, Your Highness, but rather than swear fealty and give tribute as he ought to, he fled into the human lands and sought refuge with our enemies!"

"With your old enemies, and our new allies. We are lucky he did, as it means he is in a position to help us now. Regardless of which road we took to get here, we are all on the same side now. I won't ask you to be friends, but you will put your dislike aside, is that understood?"

Vrenchak looked mutinous, but nodded and resumed sitting at the table. Gorath didn't bother to rise, not when Katerei's hand felt so good against his cock. Besides, he wanted to impress the Queen, and while bloodying the Captain of her Guard would make an impression, it was not the one he wanted to make. "Of course Your Highness."

"Good. Now, Vrenchak, how many of the Guard did we lose today?"

"Five dead or missing, another fifteen wounded." Vrenchak spit out the words bitterly.

"That many?" Jeanette looked crestfallen. That was forty percent of their number. "Gorath, how many men do you have?"

"The Death's Head Riders number five hundred, Your Highness. Though we lost ten today, and have another score or so wounded. They should be fit to fight soon though. We cut down many more than that though, especially among their fighting men. They won't be pursuing us anytime soon. My scouts are out to give us a warning if they should try though." Gorath had to concentrated to steady his voice as Katerei's strong fingers rubbed his cock. She leaned into him slightly, and the feel of her warm flesh pushing against him made him even hotter to fuck his lover.

"Excellent. Chancellor, has there been any word from the King?"

Trodott shook his head grimly. "Nothing positive, Your Highness. The army is still stuck at the Lyskean Pass. The Hestens have it well fortified, and it would be a ruinous proposition to attack it.

"I see. Very well, what about the rest of the Kingdom? Have there been any other hints of rebellion?"

"No, Your Highness, all is quiet. Taxes and foodstuffs are still pouring into the city, and the Guild reports that work on arms, armor, and the city defenses are progressing ahead of schedule."

Jeanette smiled, "I'm glad a bit of good news at last. We should return to the city as quickly as possible." The Queen turned to Gorath. "How long will it take for the wounded to be well enough to travel?"

"Not long, they should be able to travel in a week. They can stay with the rear guard, while we set off in the morning."

"Excellent. That will be all gentlemen, and lady." Jeanette smiled at Kat, and then left the room with Trodott and Vrenchak.

Gorath turned to Katerei, grabbed her by both arms and pulled her close. "Teasing little bitch!" He pressed his mouth against the smaller human, kissing her deeply. Kat's face lit up into the kiss, and she gave the orc's turgid shaft a last squeeze before releasing the cock.

"That's what you get for ogling the Queen like that. I don't think I've ever seen you enjoy your work this much!"

Gorath laughed and scooped Kat up into his arms and carried her to the room set aside for them, groping her pert ass as they went. By the time they got there her pants were down and his free hand was covering Kat's small breast, rolling it against his thick palm. Gorath looked at the small cots, and then laughed and kicked them aside. He dumped the warrior woman on all fours atop a table, and then pushed his own pants down to free his eagerly throbbing member.

He gripped his cock in his fist and stroked slowly as he bent forward to run his long, thick tongue along the curve of Kat's ass. He slobbered wetly over her skin as his nuzzled the flesh with the points of his tusks. Gorath twisted his wrist, following the corkscrew curve on his cock as his other hand wrenched her thighs further apart. The orc smiled as he heard Kat gasp in pleasure when his tongue slid up her inner thigh, lapping higher and higher until it found the delta of her body.

His tongue twirled about against his human lover's slit, slurping at the woman's nectar. He turned his face, prodding Kat's swollen clit with the tip of his tusk, and then lightly pulled against it. As Katerei shuddered and moved her hips, he had to place his hand at the small of her back, holding her down and in place as he rolled his neck, pushing his face more firmly against her sex.

His lips rubbed back and forth against her labia as his tusks nipped and scratched at the tender flesh surrounding her sensitive folds. He felt himself getting close, so he released his cock, letting it bob and twitch as he focused on Kat. Using both hands, he spread her little pink folds apart and thrust his thick tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out, and then twisting it back and forth. 

"Mmm that's good baby! Ah! Shit your tongue is bigger than most men I've known!" Katerei shuddered in pleasure as Gorath's tongue slid in and out, rubbing the sensitive walls of her pussy, filling the cavity. The feeling of his hot breath washing against her cunt and the little love bites of his tusks pinching her body sent shudders of delight up her spine.

Gorath shifted his grip, allowing one of his broad fingertips to press against her clit, rolling quickly over the button. His other hand moved to her ass again, massaging her pert ass cheek in his hand while his fingers stroked up and down the crack of her ass, lightly teasing her little rosebud. Kat cried out in response, tossing her head back as she cried out in pleasure, tremors of pleasure exploding through her body as the orc feasted between her legs.

****

Jeanette wondered how long Gorath and Katerei had been lovers. They hadn't said anything, but she saw the looks she gave him during the meeting. It was clear to her how the woman felt. The Queen smiled to herself, and chuckled softly. The fact that Daniels told her they only requested one room was telling enough, of course.

That in itself was surprising to Jeanette. She had never met another human woman who would be so open about having an orc lover. She only met her briefly, but Jeanette was sure that Kat wouldn't make any secret of it if they ever got to talking. She really should take her up on the offer for lessons. Turogg and her guard were good, but they weren't specialized in training women. It would be hard enough for them to train human men, smaller and weaker that they are.

Kat had trained Amelie herself, and she was a well renown swordsman. Swordswoman. Her Falcon Knights were some of the most respected soldiers in the Western Kingdoms. Perhaps they could compare more than just notes on sword fighting, she thought to herself with a grin. Jeanette sighed, thinking again of Turogg and wondering how he was getting along on the campaign. She hoped that he would be able to maintain his composure and not do anything rash. She would be devastated if anything happened to him. 

She wasn't worried about the normal battlefield, he was an excellent warrior and surrounded by guards sworn to protect him. But if he were goaded into trying to storm the Lyskean Pass, that would be something else all together. She had firsthand knowledge of what could happen to an army that tried.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 04



Jeanette raised her hand to knock on Gorath and Kat's door just as a wild, lusty cry erupted from within. Jeanette flushed deeply, well recognizing that sound. She'd made it often enough with her husband. The Queen turned to go, but hesitated as she heard them moving about. She was hot and horny from teasing Daniels earlier, and the thought of Kat and Gorath fucking brought Turogg to her mind, and she wanted to see them go at it and live vicariously through the warrior woman. So she slowly, carefully opened the door and bent over to peer inside.

****

Gorath kicked the chairs away and pulled Kat nearly off the table, holding her straight out over the floor so she was hanging off the edge of the table. Her strong fingers were gripping the edge as he held her legs out, supporting her weight. Gorath grinned at the sight of her half naked body splayed out beneath him. After ripping her pants the rest of the way off, he spread her legs further apart and stepped between them. He moved her body up, bringing her pussy onto the same level as his cock. 

Her labia were already parted for him, her pink folds glistening invitingly for his cock. Gorath was happy to oblige, and after lining up the slanted tip between her legs he thrust forward powerfully. Kat's elbows bent from the force, but soon straightened out again as she pushed back eagerly against him. Her moans reverberated in the room as she cried out in pleasure at the feeling of the cork-screwed shaft filling her insides. Gorath grunted himself at the feeling. After having his cock rubbed during the meeting and then jerking it himself while he ate her out, he was near a bursting point.

The feeling of the tight human cunt stretching around his thick orc member drive him wild, and he started to thrust faster. He used his grip on her legs to jerk her up and down, making her body flow like a wave as he pumped between her legs. Kat's body waved like a flag as his human lover cavorted beneath him in pleasure. He looked down at her tight ass, and thought about how it would feel to slam himself deep inside. It was so firm and muscular, he just knew it would feel like heaven to have it clench around his cock.

The orc pushed deeper at the thought, and when the slanted tip of his cock rammed against Kat's cervix, a spurt of precum burst into the woman. The collision felt so good that it took everything he had to keep from cumming inside her right there and then. He didn't know how he was going to manage to pull out when the time came, but Kat would be furious if he shot inside her.

Katerei's body twisted in pleasure, making her already snug vaginal passage tighten even further around his cock. "Fuck Kat, if you keep doing that I'm not gonna be able to hold back!"

"Mmmm! Ah...you'd better lover...ah...keep going...I'm so close..."

Gorath started to shake her harder by the feet as he grinded his hips, moving them from side to side to stir his cock inside her. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he got ready to yank himself out of her snatch. The mental image of his cum shooting out and splattering on her ass and back, raining down and coating her body almost made him shudder and double over in pleasure as the hyper-sensitive tip of his cock swelled inside Kat.

****

Jeanette rubbed her clit furiously as she watched Gorath pound into Kat. The sight of her hanging suspended over the floor sent a naughty thrill through her. Turogg had fucked her in a lot of positions, but never like that. She couldn't wait to try it out with him. The Queen had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out as her soft fingertips danced across her sensitive pleasure button. Jeanette knelt on the floor, pants at her knees and her green silk shirt hiked up over her breasts. Her ass shook through the air behind her as she worked her hips forward, pressing firmly against her hand. The Queen's pussy gushed as she reveled in the pleasure. Her other hand kneaded her breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers and giving it soft, tugging pinches.

She shuddered softly and imagined what someone would think if they came upon her now. Obviously she had done such things in public before. During their 'courtship' Turogg had violated her in any number of ways before onlookers. After the wedding though, such things became less common and it had been a while since she had 'performed' for a crowd. Much of her staff, and certainly the Death's Head Riders hadn't seen her like this. What would they do, or say, if they came upon the Queen furiously masturbating outside a door in the hall?

A soft moan escaped her mouth at the thought. She pinched her clit, squeezing it firmly between her fingertips a moment before resuming the frantic rubbing. She was starting to get close, and in her lust drunk mind she wanted to time it to climax along with Gorath and Kat. She could tell by their heated grunts that they were close, and she struggled to keep herself on edge.

Katerei suddenly cried out and spasmed, and Gorath pulled back. Jeanette gasped at the sight of his thick throbbing cock which suddenly spewed rope after rope of his gooey seed. She followed it down, watching it splatter over the warrior woman. As it collided, her gaze dropped and her eyes locked with Kat. As the woman stared back, Jeanette's climax exploded through her.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 05



It stung every time the needle punctured her cheek and stabbed through her flesh. But since her face already felt like it was on fire, she barely noticed the little pinpricks. Cindy stared down at the ground blankly. How had it gone so wrong? They were going to march on Ruar and slaughter the orcs. There was nothing that could stop them. What went wrong? Where did the Whore Queen get all those soldiers from? Cindy was so lost in her own thoughts that she only barely heard the Duke of Haverset shouting at her.

"You stupid fool! I cannot believe what you've done! What possessed you to attack the Queen? What gave you the right to day that!" The Duke of Haverset quivered in rage, his face flushed a deep red. He was covered in dirt and sweat and blood. Several of the Queen's reinforcements had targeted him in the battle and he barely managed to fight his through them with his life.

"Don't blame the girl! She made the best of a bad situation. There is no turning back now that blood has been shed. They'll all be with us or be strung up for treason!" The Duke of Swetford seemed quite clean in comparison, having made his escape from the scene as soon as the fighting started. Still, Cindy was glad to have him speak up for her.

"The best of- are you jesting? It was a slaughter! Fifty of our best men are dead! Dozens more wounded! We never got to treat with the Queen, and now she'll flee back to Ruar, fortify the city and we'll never get her!"

Swetford shook his head and spit in disgust. "Treat with the Queen? You don't honestly believe that was ever going to happen, do you Frederick? King Connor will never let her keep her throne. There can be no peace with the Queen and there never will be. Besides, if there was no negotiation it's your fault! Instead of bringing our terms all you talked about was your daughter!"

"Susannah was the Queen's best friend and was betrayed-"

"No one cares about your daughter!" Swetford retorted.

"Why are we doing this if not for our daughters? I always knew you were in league with Heste, but I thought you cared enough about the people the Queen has betrayed to at least consider them in your machinations!" Frederick turned away, stomping towards the opening of the tent.

"Where do you think you're going? We cannot give up now, we're in too deep. We have to see this through to the end."

"To what end? The Queen's head on a pike? The banner of Heste flying over Ruar with you ruling as viceroy?"

Cindy looked up sharply, tearing the last few stitches in her face. "To the death of every orc in Zentara! We tried to kill the Queen, Your Grace. The Whore Queen might forgive you, but that bastard orc she calls husband won't! If Heste doesn't destroy him and his army utterly then he will kill us all when he returns! We have no choice but to do everything we can to see that Heste wins the war!"

"Exactly! Even she can see the truth of the matter, Frederick. We are in this to the end. If you want to rescue Susannah from the life the Queen gave her, and free your people from the misery that is coming now is the time!"

Frederick paused, and finally turned around. "What would you have us do then? We don't have the strength to take Ruar, not when they know we're coming."

"First we should call the rest of our levies. The plan of sneaking into Ruar with only our knights is gone. Between the two of us we can raise over twelve thousand men. With the Queen drawing first blood and siccing her orcs on untrained commoners, our men-at-arms and levies will rise for us. Then we'll have an army to fight the Queen with."

Frederick frowned as he thought it over. "Even with twelve thousand we won't be able to besiege Ruar. We don't have the ships needed to cut off the port, and storming the city would be a bloody business. Besides, it will take weeks, if not months to gather all our forces. We need men now!"

Cindy finally pushed away the surgeon stitching up her face. "Forget the Queen, and forget Ruar! The real enemy is the orcs! Let's march to the land the Whore Queen gave them and burn every last one of them out!"

Swetford looked at Cindy impatiently. "Slaughtering some orc whelps isn't going to win us a kingdom."

Frederick looked thoughtful. "It might draw Turogg's forces from the Lyskean Pass though. If we coordinated with Heste, we could draw away most of the army and give them an opportunity to invade Zentara. We may not be able to effectively take Ruar, but Connor could."

"I'm surprised at you Frederick. I thought you would balk at slaughtering civilians."

"It's part of war, Thomas. Besides, they're orcs, not Zentarans. If we want to limit the influence they have on the Kingdom then we need to put them in their place."

Cindy grinned nastily. "Six feet underground."

"We aren't going to kill them all. We kill those who resist, burn their houses, and seize their livestock. We drive them out and force Turogg to come to us."

Cindy was ready to protest that, but Swetford signaled for her to be quiet. "How many men will we need for it?"

Frederick walked to a table and unrolls a map of Zentara. "We won't be able to siege any of their castles with our current force. But we can burn their villages and sack their towns and unwalled cities. Meanwhile, we start raising our levies. All their leaders and fighting men marched with Turogg. There won't be anyone left to organize effective resistance against us. They will have to call Turogg back from the front to confront us."

"Will we be able to defeat him?"

Frederick shook his head. "Probably not. It depends on how many he brings with him, but probably not. When he marches we'll have to maneuver away and try to catch him between us and the Hesten army when it marches through."

"Well, burning the Boronian County will feed this lot anyway. It sounds like we have a plan."

Cindy was torn between conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she wanted to join in the slaughter of the orcs, but on the other, she desperately wanted revenge on the Whore Queen. "Wait, there's something more, something about the Queen."

"Yes? What is it?"

"She's a whore, she-"

"We don't have time for this!"

"No, listen to me! She's a whore, literally. In Ruar, before she was Queen, she was a whore in a cathouse called the Soiled Dove." Cindy looked at them both expectantly, and was disappointed when they didn't immediately exclaim in horror.

A look of distaste crossed Frederick's face. "I've known the Queen since she was a girl, and while she may have gone astray, I can assure you she's not, nor ever has been a prostitute."

"I know what I know! I worked there and saw her as plain as day. That's why I attacked her when I saw her! I was her friend, taught her everything I knew and then she went and became a whore for the orcs, a pig fucker!"

"Thomas, silence your girl, this is getting ridiculous."

Swetford squirmed uncomfortably as Cindy raved.

"It's not! I know it's her! Same face, same hair! Even the same name! Called herself Jeanette, just like the princess I said! She worked there for months, and then one day disappeared, just when, just when the old King and Queen died and the princess went into mourning! No wonder she up and vanished she was gone from the city!"

The Dukes both paused at that, before Frederick responded. "The Queen was grieving. She spent her mourning period at one of my estates with my daughter. There was nothing untoward about it."

"No? I remember that time, the city was all in excitement what with the new Queen returning. Short morning period though, wasn't it? Just a few months right? Not even a whole year, but just long enough for that little slut to pop out an orc brat I bet!"

"Really! That's outrageous!" But something caused Frederick to pause. He was beginning to recall those days as well, and remembered that one of the young servants had brought back a half-orc child with the Queen's party. He didn't think anything of it at the time, half-orcs were rare, but not unheard of in Shropfordshire. Usually it was girls who left their families in Sandora after finding out that they were pregnant after an orc raid.

"What is it Frederick? Do you know something?" There was a slight eagerness in Swetford's voice as he leaned in, hungry for some sign of the Queen's weakness.

"There was an orc child with the Queen's party when they returned to the city. One with green skin, he stood out. But really, he couldn't possibly be the Queen's..."

"That would be Agmar, wouldn't it? There's only one green-skinned orc in the castle. He is training to be a knight, or so my sources tell me. How fortunate that the Queen has taken such an interest in him, promoting some orc whelp to knightly status." Swetford grinned nastily as an idea took hold in his mind.

"See! I told you! It's all true! What kind of woman would marry an orc if she weren't already an orc whore? And you've seen the outfits she's got every noble lady in the city wearing! You can't tell me you've never seen her dressed up like that and not thought she looked like a right whore!"

Swetford chuckled gutturally. "She has a point there. It's the kind of thing that people will want to believe is true. It's just too perfect, especially with the Queen wearing those outfits and being married to an orc. I told you about the shows they perform. If we can substantiate the claim, it will go a long way to alienating her from her powerbase in Ruar. With a bit of luck, by the time our levies are raised there might be enough of a fifth column in the city to open the gates for us!"

"You may be right, but who are we going to send? You or I don't dare show our faces there."

"I'll go! I'm the one who knows her from there, I'm the one with stories to tell!"

Swetford looked at Cindy apprehensively. "No offense my dear, but you're...well, no one is going to take you seriously. You don't have the influence to do what needs to be done."

"Don't have the influence eh? Well, I may have been gone a long while, but I still know the names of all the big important customers from back then don't I? I can tell you by name which merchants the Whore Queen fucked before spreading her legs for the pigs! I can connect the dots for them; make them see her for what she truly is!"

"Merchants? If you could convince enough of them, it might win some of them to our side. They are her biggest supporters right now. Losing the guild would be quite the blow. What do you think Frederick?"

"I still cannot believe that it is true, and I don't think that she'll be successful in winning anyone important to our side. Still, it cannot hurt, so I don't see why she shouldn't try." Frederick suppressed a grin, happy to have found an excuse to get rid of Cindy. He had noticed that she was too radical, and had an unhealthy sway over Thomas. 

"Then it's agreed. We'll take our army and march to the Boronian County. Cindy, you'll go to Ruar and let everyone know just what kind of whore their Queen truly is!"

****

Susannah basked in the sun as she strolled through the busy marketplace. Being out of the confines of the castle was breath of fresh air for her. It had taken some cajoling, but when her Hesten ladies-in-waiting had reported to the King that she'd been ill he finally relented and agreed to let her get outside the castle, though under heavy guard. Even now she was being escorted by a squad of soldiers. Though they stayed a respectful distance from her, she couldn't help but notice that she was surrounded on all sides should she attempt to run.

Even still, she didn't mind. She could understand that she was a valuable prisoner, even if her father was allied with the King of Heste. She hadn't gotten many details, but she had learned that there was a rebellion underway and that her father and the Duke of Swetford were leading it. Susannah didn't know what to think about that. She knew things were strained with her and her father, and between him and Jeanette, but she couldn't imagine what had driven him to outright rebellion.

Susannah sighed and looked around the market. It was bustling, and the people seemed quite happy and content. They certainly didn't seem like a population being occupied by a foreign power. She had heard there was some resistance, but like everything else, the details had been kept from her. Though now that she was allowed freer reign of the castle, and even access to the city, she'd have more opportunity to get news.

Susannah stopped at the stall of a cloth merchant and began examining the fabrics. The dresses that she got from Heste still weren't fitting right, so she wanted to have her own made. It would be nice to wear Zentaran fashion again, she mused. That is, fashion as it was before Jeanette's coronation. Her friend had certainly blossomed into a sexual creature after being ravished by that orc who gave her Agmar.

"Excuse me, Your Grace, may I have a moment of your time?" A strikingly handsome young man stepped next to her and began examining the fabrics and purposefully not looking at her. He was well built, with broad shoulders and thick arms. He was tall, for a human, but of course not as large as Bodak or the other orcs she knew.

"What can I do for you, sir?" 

"You're the rightful Duchess of Braden, Your Grace. There is much you can do, for me, for your people, and for the Queen. Not everyone has forgotten where their allegiance lies." As the man lifted a bolt of cotton, she noticed that his right hand was rough and calloused, but the left was softer, except for the fingertips. 

What kind of livelihood causes that sort of mark, she wondered. "My late husband was the rightful Duke. I am...was, his wife. My status is unclear."

"Not to everyone. You still occupy the castle, do you not? You're privy to the workings of the Duchy: Crop reports, tax collection, mining...and troop movements?"

He wants me to spy for him, she realized. Was this a trap? Was Connor testing her, or did he really want to help Jeanette? "I do not have as free reign over the castle as you might imagine, sir. I've really learned only very little, and nothing which would interest you I'm sure."

If the man was disappointed, he hid it well. "Even still, I'm sure a woman of ability such as yourself could find a way to gather that sort of information. It could make a world of difference for us, and for the Queen."

Susannah pressed her teeth to her lower lip pensively. She had tried to wheedle the information out of the nobles she'd been in contact with, and out of King Connor without much success. To do what he was asking would involve being much more proactive. It would require listening outside doors, trying to steal maps and papers, and who knows what else. It could quickly become dangerous, and what if she passed along some information that led to the death of someone in her family? They were allied with Heste, after all.

"I'm afraid I cannot be of any help to you, sir. I'm too closely watched, both by guards and by the ladies-in-waiting they've assigned to me. It simply cannot be done." She felt guilty about not helping in any way she could, but it was too dangerous even if he wasn't a Hesten spy trying to trap her.

"I see. Well Your Grace, if you change your mind, you can leave a message for me in the hollow of the tree by the southwest wall of the castle. Good luck, and stay safe Your Grace." The man put down the bolt of cloth and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Susannah returned to the castle, no longer wanting to be out among the people. When she reached the entrance, she was told that King Connor wanted to see her. Apprehension filled her as she made her way to the great room he had made his headquarters. Had it been a test? Did she pass? It can't be a coincidence that she was being summoned now, could it?

When she reached the little antechamber outside his war room, King Connor was still in a meeting. She could hear their booming voices through the wooden door, and they were not doing anything to conceal their planning. This isn't too hard, actually. If I get a little closer I could probably hear everything they're saying.

Susannah's ladies-in-waiting were sitting around the room looking bored, so she moved closer to the doorway as she paced around the room. She wasn't going to report this to the man, but she had been curious as to what was going on.

"The forces surrounding Stoneheart Castle in Suzden are in need of reinforcements. Orc raiders are still managing to pick off their sentries and get supplies to the castle. They need at least another two hundred and fifty soldiers to consolidate their lines around the castle."

"General Wemach, how many men can we spare?" That's King Connor, she thought, recognizing the booming voice.

"We cannot spare anyone from the Pass itself, it has only just enough to prevent a concentrated attack from Zentara. The other sieges are stretched just as thin. We still have ten thousand men garrisoned here, and we can spare the men. But if we send reinforcements to everyone who asks for it we will quickly be unable to defend the city if any of their raiders turn their attention towards us."

"How quickly can you have the men ready to march? Anne, the daughter of the previous count is said to be inside and I want her rescued. We cannot allow the castle to continue to hold out. The longer it takes to bring their strongholds to heel, the longer it will be before we can attack Zentara proper."

Susannah remembered Anne, who had been married to an orc after the invasion to give legitimacy to the new nobility. She had met Anne a number of times when her husband came to visit Bodak. She was a subdued, quiet thing, but she seemed to love her children, if not her husband. She might not welcome the Hesten version of rescue.

"They can be ready to move in two days, and should arrive at Suzdan by the end of the week."

"Excellent. Make it so. What else?"

Another voice spoke up, one she didn't recognize. "The first harvests are coming in. Unfortunately there is not enough grain to feed the people properly, let alone our armies. The orcs didn't seem interested in growing anything they couldn't drink. We're going to need to bring in more from Heste to feed the army, but there won't be enough to feed the people here."

"The people here see us as liberators. They'll hardly keep thinking that if we're growing fat while they starve."

"That may be so, Your Highness, but there is naught to be done. Thesta won't sell us any foodstuffs. They may not be fighting us directly, but they're still allied with Zentara. They can eat the grapes that the orcs meant for wine, but that won't last long. If we strip Heste bare our own people will starve."

King Connor's hard, gravelly voice raised in tenor. "These are our people. Get the food, even if we all have to tighten our belts, the people need to eat."

"Yes Your Highness. On the plus side, taxes are coming in at a better than expected rate. The people aren't trying to dodge paying their dues. Unfortunately, it is nowhere near the level it was during your brother's time. With the war, all the trade has dried up so there is not much coin circulating."

King Connor said something Susannah couldn't make out, but she could sense that the tension level in the room had risen. Apparently, the King didn't appreciate being reminded of his brother's tenure as the Duke of Braden.

"That's enough for today. Keep me apprised of when the soldiers will be ready to leave for Suzden."

The clamor of the war council rising from their seats sent Susannah scurrying back to her own. Moments later, the Hesten nobles and generals poured out of the room, nodding to her and the ladies before going about their duties. When they were gone, King Connor himself finally exited the room. When he spotted Susannah, a grin spread across his face.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 05



"Lady Welton, how good to see you! Come in, I have a special guest I want you to meet!"

Susannah entered the room warily, but when she saw who the guest was the tension melted from her and excitement lit up her face. "Alfred! What are you doing here!"

"Father sent me to check up on you, sis. It's been too long since you've been with your family." Susannah's brother wrapped her up in a big hug and embraced her warmly.

"I will let you two catch up. Alfred, call upon me after supper so we can continue discussing your father's proposal."

"Yes Your Highness. I'll look forward to it!"

King Connor left them, leaving her alone with her brother.

"It's so good to see you Alfred! But how did you get here? Surely you didn't sneak past King Turogg's army?"

Alfred made a face at hearing his sister call Turogg 'king'. "No, I traveled through Sandora and Thesta, and entered Heste from the east. The passes are still open, even with the Duchies of Swetford and Haverset in rebellion."

Susannah flinched at that. "How is father? Is he doing well?"

"He was well enough when I left him, but that was before the fighting really started. But it's you we're all worried about. How have you been?"

"I'm fine. A little under the weather, but nothing serious. King Connor and his men have been quite kind to me, I've really nothing to complain of. Well, at least now that I've been allowed out of the castle again."

Alfred nodded in understanding. "It must be such a relief to be out from under that monster's thumb. He's fortunate that King Connor took care of him, or I would have put him through much worse than the hanging he got!"

Alfred had grown into a strapping young man since the last time she saw him, but she didn't think that he would have been much of a match for Bodak. But that didn't really matter, anymore. "He really wasn't as bad as that, not really. He just had his ways about him, but every man does. Some husbands don't think twice about beating their wives, and he never laid a finger on me." Well, that's not entirely true, she thought, but he doesn't need to hear that.

"Beat you? I should hope not! Beat the daughter of the Duke of Haverset? The Duchess of Braden? I wouldn't put it past an orc, but I'd hope he'd have more sense than that."

"Sense, brother? What is the sense in what our father's done, rising in rebellion against Jeanette? It's madness!"

Alfred glowered at Susannah. "How can you say that? You've been here all these years, you've seen how it is. Has Jeanette brought any justice to Braden? Are the people here really any better off than they were when Gilbert was Duke?"

"His brother was the aggressor, they both plotted against Jeanette and the people of Braden had to pay the price" Susannah faltered, her words sounding hollow even to her own ears.

"It's not just the people of Braden. Many Zentaran's settled in Braden after the war. Look to Braden if you want to see the future of Zentara. Jeanette is too deep under their spell. She has to be removed from the throne and a regent put in place to guide her son and turn him into a wise, peaceful ruler."

Susannah's head shook as she responded. "King Connor will never allow an orc to sit on the throne of Zentara. He hates them for what happened to his brother. He will want to put someone on the throne that he can control."

"Father and the Duke of Swetford have struck a deal with him, he's already agreed to these terms."

"He isn't going to care about any deals you have, Alfred. What will father be able to do about it when King Connor is occupying Ruar with his army? Swetford and Haverset are no match for the might of Heste, not alone. King Connor will kill Jeanette, and Turogg, and their children, and anyone else who stands in his way. At best he'll put a puppet on the throne, at worst he'll just take it for himself. You can't trust him!"

"He is the King of Heste, Susannah. He cannot go back on his word and break the treaty. Besides, blood has already been spilled. Jeanette's forces clashed with father's near the Night Watchmans's Keep. There is no turning back. We must cleave to Heste or be destroyed."

Susannah sighed morosely. "It cannot be too late. I can speak with Jeanette, intercede on father's behalf. She'll listen to me. Besides, she'll want to make it up to me, for, well, for everything that's happened here."

"It is too late for that Jeanette. Now please, don't worry about it. You've been through a lot, now it is time to rest. You've done well with King Connor, he likes you and is pleased with how you're handling all this. Just relax and enjoy the safe, peaceful lifestyle to which you're entitled. You've earned it after living with that beast for so long. Let father and I worry about Heste, Jeanette and the war." Alfred smiled at Susannah and gave her another hug. "Now I have to go prepare for the meeting with King Connor. Father wants to attack the Boronian County to draw away Turogg's army and allow the King to attack. If all goes according to plan this will be settled in a matter of weeks."

"Of course, Alfred. Go do that. We can speak some more later. I cannot wait to hear all about the brothers and Shropfordshire. I think I will go lie down for a while. Until later then."

Susannah's mind was a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions as her brother left. She returned to her chambers in a daze, wondering what she could, or should do. She could do just what her brother said, and enjoy the comforts of the castle until the war was resolved one way or another. But then, if Heste won, Jeanette would be dead and the kingdom would fall into Connor's hands.

On the other hand, if she interceded with Jeanette, and worked against Heste, she could be putting her family's lives in jeopardy. What if she passed information to the man in the market and it led to a battle where her father was killed? What if the man really was a Hesten spy testing her and her betrayal meant that Connor would punish her family?

Susannah didn't know what to do, but in her heart she knew that she had to do something. She couldn't just sit in the castle while the world fell apart around her. She moved to look out a window, enjoying the fresh air as the wind whipped past. From her chambers she could see the tree where she was supposed to leave the message. That can't be a coincidence, she thought. But do I do it?

What would Jeanette do? She would probably trust the man and leave the message. She likes to be bold and decisive. But what would I do? I should look at it logically. Look at the pros and cons of each action. If I do nothing, then either Jeanette or my family suffer. If I trust the man and he's a spy, Jeanette might suffer and my family will probably suffer. If I trust him and he's not a spy, then it may be possible for both Jeanette and my family to make it out alright.

Unless there's a third way, I think I have to trust him. There's no way for me to get a message out to the resistance, or to Jeanette. I wouldn't know where to start. Tonight, when my ladies-in-waiting are asleep, I'll sneak out and leave the message. There's nothing else I can do.

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Jeanette loved the feel of the cool gold links swaying over her skin with every step she took. As she made her way towards the council hall for the war council, she looked down at the sexy top she was wearing. Her 'shirt', if it could be called that, consisted only of gold chains which draped over her skin. The thinly wrought metal links started out as a small necklace around her neck, and got larger and larger as they proceeded down her body. The gold hung low enough to cover her large bust, but occasionally as she moved they would shift out of place, allowing a nipple to slip through. The feeling of the hard metal pressing around her exposed nip sent a shiver through her, as did the exhibitionist thrill she got from being partially exposed in public. 

The chains ended just below her breasts, leaving her navel bare except for a gold belly-chain interspersed with rubies. The rest of her outfit was modest in comparison, with a long velvet skirt that reached all the way to her floor. Beneath that she only wore a garter belt, stockings, and heeled shoes. She had spent years with Turogg going scantily clad, and after weeks travelling in full riding clothes she realized that it was actually hard for her to be comfortable wearing so much.

Today's meeting was to discuss more concretely how to proceed from here. Trodott had received word on Hesten intentions from a source in Braden that would help them determine the best course of action. When Jeanette entered the room, she could feel the appreciative looks from the members of group, even from Katerei. The other woman was gazing hungrily at the chains draped over Jeanette's chest. I wouldn't have thought her to be interested in other women, especially not as close to Gorath as she is.

"Good morning Katerei, gentlemen. Thank you for gathering today." Jeanette smoothed her long skirt beneath her as she sat at the head of the table. The chains swayed forward as she bent over, briefly exposing her breasts to those at her sides, before swinging back in place as she took her seat. Trodott was seated to her right, a large stack of papers arrayed before him. To her left was Vrenchak, and next to him was Forath, the Guild Master of the Masons and Miners. Kat and Gorath sat on the other side, next to Trodott. "Chancellor Trodott, please summarize where we stand today."

"Gladly Your Highness. King Turogg is still camped outside the Lyskean Pass. Local supplies are running low, but the food we purchased from Thesta and Sandora will keep them fed. So far we've been spending about thirty thousand marks a month expanding to supply the army, build new weapons, fortify the city, and pay our troops. As you know, our monthly income averages thirty-five thousand marks, so we are still ahead. Our treasury was full at the start of the war, so we have the financial resources to maintain the war effort through the winter when our income drops off."

Kat looked at Gorath with some annoyance as the orc seemed bored with Trodott's economic figures for the Kingdom. Finally, when his report was done, Jeanette signalled Trodott to continue with the intelligence reports. "Our scouts report that The Dukes of Swetford and Haverset have marched towards the Boronian County. I've also received reports that they are calling the rest of their levies to reinforce them."

Jeanette sighed, and nodded grimly. "To be expected, but discouraging nonetheless. Has their recruiting been successful?"

"Our sources say it has. The Duke of Haverset sent enough people back to the Duchies who witnessed the battle first hand. Forgive me, Your Highness, but to everyone there it appeared as if you cut down the woman unprovoked. It is making the stories of your madness more believable."

Jeanette clenched her jaw for a moment. "I would have hoped for a little more loyalty. For all the good I've done them and the realm, they are still quick to believe the worst of me."

There was a pregnant pause, and a slightly uncomfortable silence; rumors had been flying around the city that the Queen had worked in a brothel before her coronation. The tales were lurid enough, and coupled with the Queen's attire and behavior made people want to believe it was true. Finally, Trodott broke the silence. "They are commoners, Your Highness. They do not understand such things, are trust what their nobles tell them. Do not take it personally."

Jeanette sighed and shrugged. "It doesn't matter. After Swetford and Haverset are subdued, we will make them understand that they have been tricked and duped. There won't be any reprisals against those who have been unwittingly pulled into this conflict."

"Very good, Your Highness. Our source in Heste-"

"One moment, Chancellor. Before we discuss that, I wish to hear from Master Forath. How are the repairs and fortifications to the city coming?"

Forath looked up from Jeanette's chest suddenly as he was called upon. "Er, quite well Your Highness. The North and East walls have been strengthened, as have all the gates. The West Wall should be finished by the end of the month. Three new towers have been completed, and the other three should be finished in two months time. The harbor side on the south is still largely undefended, but as you know, Your Highness, neither Heste nor the rebels have enough ships to seriously challenge us there."

"Excellent. Thank you Master Forath. Now Chancellor, please continue."

Trodott glanced briefly at the piece of paper before speaking. "Our sources tell us that King Connor has spread his army throughout the Duchy. His short term goal is to consolidate power and take all the remaining castles and cities that are still holding out. He has retained approximately ten thousand soldiers at Castle Wareg, but all the rest as dispersed to smaller holdings or chasing the remnants of the army that were scattered after the battle at the Pass. He has only kept a skeleton force to occupy the Pass, but it is enough to stop a frontal assault."

"Do we know how many survivors there were? How many troops loyal to us are still in the field?"

"I'm afraid we do not have that information available, Your Highness. The orcs split in a hundred different directions after the battle, and have been operating as independent raiding parties ever since. However, we have heard that while the battle was a loss, it was not a route. The bulk of the army survived, but the lack of leadership and cohesion has prevented it from being a real threat."

"I see." Jeanette pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Captain Vrenchak, Gorath, how many soldiers do we have in the city?"

"There are a thousand guardsmen in the city, Your Highness. Plus your personal guard."

"We also have near five hundred of my men, Your Highness." Gorath chimed in.

"We cannot pull the guardsmen out, not with a rebellion behind the lines. I have an idea, but I am not sure if we have the men to pull it off." Jeanette rose from her seat and moved to the side of the table, where she bent over to examine the map. She could feel their eyes on her body again as the chains shifted about, but there wasn't time for that. "Please pay attention. I propose that we take Gorath's company and my own personal guard and sail around the Lyskean Mountains and liberate the town of Tranor on the coast. From there, we start ambushing the small forces scattered throughout Braden besieging the castle and towns, while rallying the survivors of the battle. If we can draw them all back under arms quickly enough, we should be able to defeat most of the Hesten army while it is scattered, and ambush the force in the Pass to allow our forces there to march through."

Katerei whistled softly as Gorath, Trodott, and Vrenchak leaned forward to look closer at the map. "That is a bold plan, Your Highness." Trodott said carefully.

Vrenchak's rough voice cut in. "The difficulty will be getting the word out for all the raiding parties to rally."

"And doing it quickly enough before Connor's force at Wareg can march on us."

"But can it be done?" Jeanette asked.

"It's possible, but risky."

"There may be a way to mitigate that risk Your Highness." Trodott pulled out another piece of paper. "Haverset and Swetford have written to King Connor to propose that he attack Zentara after Turogg's forces have been pulled away to confront him. If we do that, we can draw the Hesten Force into Zentara and then attack and close the Pass behind them."

Vrenchak shook his head. "That would leave Turogg trapped between the rebels and Heste, and leave the capital wide open to attack."

Jeanette considered it for a moment. "I agree with Vrenchak, it's too risky. But we cannot leave the Boronian County undefended. We will have to play into their hands and have Turogg move to confront them. He won't need his whole force though. He can leave fifteen thousand men, with all the campfires burning to make them seem at full force. Then the remainder can join us in attacking the Pass when we are ready."

"Heh, you're a brave on Your Highness! I'm impressed! I'm glad to have you alongside the Riders!" Gorath pounded his fist on the table, and was soon joined by the rest."

"Thank you, it's kind of you to say. Alright everyone, let's break. Trodott, go and make the necessary preparations. Gorath get your troops ready. Master Forath, please let the Shipping Guild know that I will need to rent some of their vessels. We will meet again tomorrow to discuss how things are going."

The members of the war council rose from their seats. Kat pressed in close to Gorath, whispering in his ear before moving off. The large orc lingered in the meeting room with Jeanette after all the others had gone.

"Yes Gorath, is there something else?"

Gorath approached Jeanette with a wide grin on his face. "I just wanted to let you know how pleased Kat and I are to be working for you. It was getting boring sitting on the Thestan frontier. There's not much action there these days. But here, things are looking much better here, and there promises to be plenty of action."

Jeanette's heart started beating faster as the large, muscular orc stood in front of her. She could feel the links of her chain shirt stroking her nipple with each heavy breath she took. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his eyes on her bust, knowing he was able to her nipple. His heat radiated against her, and sent a hot flush through her body. "There will indeed be that, Gorath. You have my promise, there will be plenty of action for everyone."

"Kat really likes you, you know. Such a strong, decisive leader. Like the Princess-Knight, except...well, Amelie is very rigid. Strict, controlling. Kat is a little too wild the Princess-Knight. But you...you like to have a little fun, don't you Your Highness? You can appreciate being a little wild?"

"Yes..." Jeanette hissed softly as they stood so close, but all the talk of Katerei made her feel slightly guilty for teasing Gorath, and embarrassed for having been caught peeping on them. "But I don't think Kat would appreciate things getting too wild." 

Gorath leaned in even closer and inhaled the scent of her hair. "Don't be too sure of that, Your Highness. She told me you watched us fucking." Jeanette gasped softly, and Gorath continued. "She knows how hard it can be, having your lover gone for so long. Especially when your lover is an orc. We're just not the same as human men, are we? When a woman's been with an orc, she gets a need."

Jeanette gulped as her breasts began to push into the orc's muscular body as he pressed even closer to her. It was true, and she knew it. She had used her fingers on the trip, but even with the extenuating circumstanced it wasn't the same. It didn't help that since being back, she hadn't had the time or energy to call upon Grahk either, leaving her body feeling empty, but burning with need. "S-she told you?"

"It's alright, she didn't mind. Neither do I. She likes you, and said that if we were both agreeable...well, there's no reason we shouldn't enjoy some of this time together. So what do you say, Your Highness? Shall we enjoy some time together?" Gorath flicked out his tongue and stroked along the side of Jeanette's ear as he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass, lifting and squeezing it while he pulled her against him.

"Mmm!" Jeanette moaned hotly and pushed her ass into his large, strong hands. The chains spread around her tits as they pressed close together, framing the mounds as the spilled free of the metal links. "Yes, let's do it! I need you to fuck me Gorath!" Jeanette pushed one hand between his legs and ran it up his thigh until she found his thick cock. A tremor ran down her spine as she wrapped her fingers around the inhuman dick and gave it a squeeze.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 05



"Yes Your Highness!" Gorath grinned enthusiastically, moving one hand from her ass to her tit, squeezing the expose flesh and bringing it to his mouth to suckle. His tusks poked into her boob, and she cried out as he flicked the hard nipple with his tongue. "You're a tease, Queen Jeanette, I've wanted to do that ever since I you came parading through here ready to spill out!"

"Ah, well now's your chance, don't waste a second of it! Mmm!" Jeanette ran her slender fingers up and down the length of the cock, stroking it eagerly as it swelled to its full extend. Gorath scooped her up in his broad, thick arms and began carrying her off to the Queen's chambers.

When they arrived, Gorath quickly dropped her on the bed, causing her chains to slap against her chest as her breasts bounced about. The orc then grabbed the skirt and ripped it violently down, yanking it off the Queen's body and leaving her pussy exposed. Gorath climbed between those long, firm legs after pushing them apart and pressed his fingers into her cunt. "So wet already my Queen, you must really need this eh?"

"Oh fuck you have no idea Gor, put it in me already!" Jeanette moaned and arched her back as she felt those rough, thick digits press into her wet sex. Her pussy burned, desperately needing relief after so long being denied. The orc mercenary climbed deeper into the bed and freed his cock. He slapped the thick log down roughly on her mons, and then began rolling and rubbing it all over the wet, swollen labia. He stroked it back and forth, before pulling his hips back to line up the slanted tip with her opening. "W-wait, wait! Not there...not in my pussy. I need you to put it in my ass!"

Gorath was surprised by the request, but he obviously wasn't going to argue. He had dreamed of fucking Kat's ass, but she always denied him. Yet here was the Queen of Zentara not only allowing it, but demanding it! Gorath lifted up Jeanette's legs, his hands sliding along the silk stockings. He pushed them up over Jeanette's body, so the Queen's head was between her calves. He idly stroked her ankle as he shimmied against her, pressing his mammoth bulging cock against her pert ass cheeks.

Jeanette sighed and reached beneath her legs to pull her ass cheeks apart and expose her rosebud to the orc. Gorath pressed the slanted tip, slick with the juices of Jeanette's pussy, against the little star and started to push himself in.

"Ah...aaaah yess that's it Gor, put it in my ass! Only the King can fuck my pussy, but you can ravish my ass all you want! Mmm!" Jeanette moaned hotly as she squeezed herself around the cock, and then back to roll on her back, rocking up and down against it as she lay beneath him on the bed.

Gorath slammed his hips forward, pushing himself as far inside the Queen as he could go. His hands gripped and kneaded her ass, squishing it beneath his fingers. It wasn't as muscular as Kat's, but it was still nice and firm, and so fucking tight around his cock! The large orc began to work his hips, pumping in and out of the human Queen.

Jeanette gasped out loud as Gorath began to move, and moaned hotly for his shaft as it rubbed the inner walls of her ass. The thick pressure of his invading member pushed and slid against the most sensitive, pleasurable parts of her sex through the membrane of her body. As Gorath's cock pushed to the deepest point inside her, she pinched her cheeks together and rocked her hips to stir the cock against her passage.

"You've got a great ass Your Highness. Fuck it's better than I imagined! It's so tight! Nnng!" Gorath started to slam his hips forward faster. With each thrust his pelvis clapped against Jeanette's backside as his thick cock slammed through her walls, the bulging ridges gliding over her insides, which hugged every inch firmly.

Jeanette shuddered and moved her hand between her legs to rub her aching clit. She yelped in surprise as Gorath snatched her hand away, quickly replacing it with his own.

"There's no need for that, Your Highness. I'll take care of your needs; no woman will pleasure herself when I'm with her!" Gorath squeezed Jeanette's clit between his fingers, making her squeal. He then thrust two fingers into her slit, pumping them in and out. The orc groaned in satisfaction as he felt his knuckles running alongside his cock through her body as he plunged in and out of her. With two fingers inside Jeanette's hot wet puss, he pressed his thumb down on her clit and rubbed it furiously.

Feeling Gorath's fingers sliding inside her sensitive pussy made her cry out in ecstasy. She clenched her core, clamping down around his cock and fingers again. Jeanette rolled her head back on the pillow as she cried out in pleasure, bucking her hips faster now as she thrust herself into Gorath's fingers an cock.

The orc stood a little higher on the bed, lifting Jeanette's hips up over her head as he plowed down into her. He continued to finger her cunt as he reached with his other hand to squeeze her tit, firmly mashing the pillowy flesh in his strong grip.

As Gorath's fingers groped over her tit and rubbed her hard nipple, and as his thumb clamped down on her clit she convulsed beneath the orc as her orgasm swept over her. The explosive climax made Jeanette clamp down around the cock, squeezing it with all her might as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Despite the vice-like grip around his cock, Gorath ripped his dick free of her tight ass, and with a strangled cry his throbbing shaft began to spew his load, raining his thick jizz down onto Jeanette's belly, her exposed tits, and the gold chains still spread above and below them.

Jeanette panted for breath as the thick load of cum cooled on her skin. Above her, Gorath paused, chest heaving as he recovered from the climax as well. His grip on her breast loosened, and finally he released it, and he lowered her hips back to the bed. After a moment, his eyes widened as Jeanette sat up and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned softly as she stroked his shaft, jerking it gently as she brought her lips to the slanted tip of his cock.

"Mmmm..." Jeanette moaned softly as she lapped at Gorath's cock. She nuzzled her lips against the tip and swirled her tongue over the slant, rubbing it all over as her hot breath washed against it.

"Oh, my Queen...Jeanette!" Gorath groaned, shocked at the Queen's lewd behavior. Fucking her ass was more than he could have hoped for, and now she was sucking it after! She was definitely going to be a lot of fun for him and Kat. He started forward again, guiding Jeanette back down to the bed. He straddled her hips, and then moved his cock to her body. He grinned and smeared the cum on Jeanette's body over his shaft, and then slid it up between the Queen's breasts.

"That's it Gorath, come and fuck my tits. But let me taste your cock again, it's been so long since I had a nice, thick orc dick in my mouth!" Jeanette purred sexily as the cock slide up between her breasts and the tip probed her lips. She wrapped them around it, sucking the slanted head greedily. The bitter taste of her ass spread through her mouth as she bobbed her head, feeding it more of it inside her.

"Heh, that's not just my cock you're tasting. You're a dirty little Queen aren't you, sucking your ass off my cock?" Gorath pushed his cock higher, shoving more of his meat into her mouth. He started to buck his hips quickly as he thrust between her breasts. Gripping one on each hand, he jerked the length of his shaft as he pumped up and down.

"Mmmphhh!" Jeanette moaned around the cock, rolling her face down the cock as her lips stroked the loose skin of his cock. Her tongue wiped back and forth along the underside, twirling against it as she rubbed it all over the inside of her mouth. She sucked it harder, faster, cleaning it with her mouth as it swelled to full hardness again.

"A dirty little Queen like you needs to be punished. Maybe all those rumors are right after all!" Gorath grinned wickedly and gathered up some of the metal chains and pinched them between his fingers. He then started whipping Jeanette's breasts with the metal links, smacking her titflesh and attacking her nipples. "Push your breasts together around my cock while I punish you, Your Highness!"

Jeanette's heart leapt at the accusation, but she still pushed her tits around the cock and started jerking them rapidly around the thick girth. She panted and moaned, nostrils flaring as she sucked on his shaft furiously. The tip poked and pressed against the back of her throat as she lifted her face into his dick. Jeanette squealed softly as she felt the little gold link slapping her breasts. They weren't heavy enough to really hurt, but when they collided with her sensitive nipples she couldn't help but jerk and quiver as they sent shockwaves through her.

The feeling of Jeanette's tongue on his already hyper-sensitive cockhead quickly brought Gorath to the edge of climax again. His heavy balls dragged over the Queen's stomach as he squeezed her sides with his legs and thrust quickly between her breasts. As she squished her tits around his cock and sucked her cheeks in around his cock he lost control, and soon he was spurting his sticky seed again, this time flooding the Queen's mouth with his goo.

Jeanette slurped Gorath's cock hungrily as he unloaded his seed into her mouth. She swallowed it all down, still milking his cock with her tits to bring him the rest of the way through his climax. When it finally subsided, she popped the dick from her mouth and released her breasts.

Gorath fell onto the bed beside her, breathing heavily. "That was amazing, my Queen. Better than I could have imagined."

"It was, Gorath. Incredible. You were right, I did need that. It has been too long."

"Turogg is quite the lucky King to have you as his Queen. He must be quite the skilled lover, to have taught you so well. Unless of course, there is some truth to those rumors after all?"

Jeanette laughed softly. "Don't be silly, Gorath. Those rumors are ridiculous. Though Turogg is lucky, and he is an amazing lover. Now please, I think I shall take a nap. We'll need our rest for the coming days."



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 06



Author's Note: I am going to take a two week break to work on a different series and to do some editing on Zentara. If all goes according to plan, an alternate version of Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12 will be posted in two weeks. Expect Chapter of 07 of Rebellion to be a week after that. So, bottom line, the next chapter will be in three weeks. Please feel free to leave a comment or send me feedback on ideas for the revamped chapter 12, kinks you want to see in the future, or really, just about anything you want. I love interacting with readers!

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Jeanette watched the countryside roll past as she sailed west along the coast of Zentara. She was told that on a clear day, if you looked far to the southwest you could see the Elfish Isles, but so far it wasn't something she had been able to manage. The Elfish King Eomowien had been supportive during the war, sending her a finely wrought hand crossbow, as well as a chest of jewels to help fund the war. She was grateful for the gifts, but also well aware that he would do the same for King Connor if he should take the throne. Ruar was the closest port to the Elfish Isles, and the gateway for all their goods to reach the mainland. Any elf ruler had to secure the friendship of Zentara if he wanted his people to prosper.

As a cool sea breeze blew past and made dark strands of hair whip about her face, Jeanette thought of how glad she was to be on campaign again. Although it was hard to leave her children again so soon, it was feeling oppressive in the city. The rumor campaign against her had gotten much worse, with lewd tales specific in every lurid detail being repeated in brothels and taverns around the city. Jeanette was used to the bawdy things that the men of the city said about her, she had to be given the way she dressed and her relationship with Turogg. But these tales were different; they were true! How someone had learned of her escapades in the brothel she had no idea. If it had happened a year ago she might have suspected one of the orcs who knew got drunk and let the tale slip.

All of the orcs who might have known were gone from the city, however. Plus, they would have no reason to spread the tale as persistently as her unseen enemy was doing. Part of her did wish she was back in Ruar tracking down this agent working against her. In the end though, she decided being in the field winning victories for Zentara was a more surefire way of quashing the rumors, or at least, rendering them irrelevant. Frantically trying to control the damage in Zentara would only make them the stories seem more believable.

Jeanette's mind turned back to the woman who attacked her. She seemed so familiar to her, like some shadowy figure from her past. Was it a coincidence? First the woman attacks her, and then these stories get spread? The only people who could know the specific details of what went on at the Soiled Dove were either clients or customers. It couldn't be a client; he might know one or two stories, but not all of them. That meant it had to be someone who worked there. Jeanette's mind suddenly turned to the girl she met there, the one who taught her the rules of the game. What was her name? Cindy! Images flashed before her, images of auburn hair and the stage in the brothel surrounded by the girls. The woman who attacked her had auburn hair. Dread seeped through her veins as she remembered the anger and disgust in Cindy's face as she called her a pig fucker.

It had to be the same woman. The woman from the camp was older and harder, with none of the soft edges that she remembered Cindy having. And what would she be doing in a mob from Shropfordshire? Still, it was the best lead she had. Unfortunately, she had no way to send a message to Trodott until they landed in Tranor. Then she could send a ship back to Ruar to let the Chancellor know who to look for.

"Your Highness, you wanted to see me?"

Jeanette turned and smiled at Kat as the warrior woman slid beside her at the railing of the ship. "Yes, Kat, thank you for coming." Jeanette paused, an awkward silence lingering for a moment, before the Queen finally continued. "I just wanted to speak with you, to clarify some things, so that we're all on the same page, so to speak."

Katerei's lips turned upward faintly. "About you and Gor, you mean? Gorath did tell me what happened, Your Highness, and I'm sure he told you that I was OK with it. There's nothing to worry about, at least, not on my account."

Jeanette smiled gratefully. "I'm pleased to hear it. I don't want you to think that, well, that this is part of his duties. I certainly don't want to be ordering anyone to do anything they're uncomfortable with, either."

Kat laughed softly. "Oh you don't have to worry about that, Your Highness. Gorath isn't feeling forced at all. He was practically glowing when I saw him again." Kat grinned a little wider. "Though I don't know how pleased I should be; now he won't stop asking to let him put it in my ass! Did you really insist he fuck you there, Your Highness?"

Jeanette's face turned crimson. "Yes, Turogg is the only one allowed to put it inside my pussy. It wouldn't do for...well, for things to get carried away and have someone shoot inside me by mistake. The royal line must remain pure, after all."

"Of course," Kat continued to grin, "of course there are other ways to play which don't carry that risk. I envy Gor the chance to play them with you."

Jeanette paused. Was Kat coming on to her? That hadn't happened since the games she played back in the Soiled Dove. With Cindy. That past was really following her around today. Kat leaned closer to her, and she locked eyes with the warrior woman.

"You don't seem too shocked, Your Highness. Have you played such games before? Maybe...maybe you'd like to play with Gor and me, together?" 

Before Jeanette could respond, Kat pressed her soft lips into the Queen's. Jeanette's eyes widened in surprise, but as the kiss lingered and Kat wrapped her up in the woman's firm grip, they gently closed as she pushed herself against her. She could feel the woman's small breasts rub against her own larger ones through the thin fabrics of their shirts, and her mouth opened to accept Kat's tongue as it pushed inside.

Jeanette's hands found their way to Kat's waist, squeezing softly as the fingers gently stroked along the curve to the woman's firm backside. Katerei's own hands were passionately groping the Queen's backside, each one lifting a cheek and massaging it in her firm grip. The kiss broke for a second as both women caught their breath, and then their lips pressed together once more as their tongues danced again.

The Queen's nipples hardened as they slipped and slid over Kat's tits. The feeling of their breasts rubbing together sent a delicious quiver of pleasure through her body. Jeanette's pussy started to moisten, and she could feel her panties turning damp as she made out with the warrior woman.

A shrill whistle broke their kiss, and Jeanette flushed with embarrassment as a sailor leered at them. When he caught sight of who he had spied on though, he quickly averted his eyes and hurried below deck to continue on with his duties.

"Say you'll meet us tonight, Your Highness. Just say the word, and Gorath and I will play with you all night long."

Jeanette nodded, and then hurried into the forecastle of the ship to the Captain's quarters, which had been given to her for the trip. She thought back to the times that she kissed other women while working in the brothel. It had always been to titillate the men, not for her own enjoyment. It was pleasant, sure, even a little fun, but not the same as being covered by a large, strong body and filled with his manhood.

Of course, it wasn't just Kat who wanted to play with her. It was going to be her, Kat, and Gorath. It had been a long time since she'd shared a man with another woman. Since meeting Turogg, it had always been her and multiple men. Now it would be her and Kat sharing Gor. A shiver of excitement went through her at the thought. I wonder how she and Gor fuck. They've been together for a long time, do they have tricks? Things they do for each other? Things to teach me, that I can try on Turogg?

The rest of the day passed in a blur as she waited for Kat and Turogg to arrive. Late that night, after the crew had gone to sleep the warrior woman and her orc lover slipped inside Jeanette's rooms. Her heart beat furiously in anticipation, and her panties were already soaked with her juices, hot and ready to play with them both.

No one said anything, and thick, sexual tension filled the air of the small cabin. Katerei moved to stand before Jeanette, while Gorath slid behind her, letting her soft body rest on his muscular chest. Kat pressed her lips into Jeanette's again, as her hands clasped the Queen's narrow waist. Jeanette wore only a thin tunic and her panties, and her legs spread to push the damp gusset into Kat's thigh as the woman pressed close.

Gorath's strong, muscular hands stroked Jeanette's biceps, rubbing her arms as he pressed his bulging member against her backside, grinding softly. He leaned forward and nuzzled his tusks into her neck, and then licked and nibbled softly on her flesh. She moaned softly, rocking her hips to rub back against his member as she opened her mouth for Kat, returning the kiss eagerly.

Jeanette began to roll her hips in a wave, pushing into Gorath's cock and then grinding forward against Kat's thigh. She tried to bring her hands forward to touch the other woman, but the large orc held them firm in his grasp, instead lifting them over her head. Kat raised Jeanette's blouse, kissing her stomach softly as she slowly lifted the shirt over the Queen's body.

"You've got such lovely breasts, Your Highness. I'm so envious; I could never wrap mine around Gor's cock like you did." Kat nibbled the undersides of each breast softly, and then gently teased the tip of her tongue along the areola. Jeanette purred and shivered as she felt the hot breath wash over her hard nipple, and moved her hips faster in an attempt to get more friction rubbing her puss.

"Ah, thank you! Mmm!" Jeanette moaned louder as Gorath pulled her shirt the rest of the way off her arms and discarded it, and then guided her hands behind her, holding them in place at the small of her back. Kat wrapped her lips around the Queen's nipple and suckled softly, easing her tongue around it as her hand slid between Jeanette's thighs. Jeanette quivered in pleasure as Kat's fingers traced over her clit, brushing it gently back and forth before pressing the fabric of her panties into the Queen's wet crevice.

Kat reached past Jeanette with her other hand and unlaced Gorath's pants, freeing his cock. She stroked the slab of grey meat slowly, and then pressed it into the Queen's hand. Jeanette squeezed the meat, stroking it with her fingers. Katerei slid her hand down to clasp Jeanette's wrist, and moved her arm so that she was jerking the cock up and down. "I bet this is what that sailor did earlier, after he saw us kiss. Don't you think? Don't you just know he ran below deck to furiously wank his cock while thinking about how sexy we looked together?"

Kat twirled her tongue around Jeanette's other nipple, making the Queen sigh with pleasure. She then gently kissed down between her large breasts, her lips trailing soft kisses over her taut abdomen. Jeanette continued to squeeze and stroke Gorath's cock, which swelled even larger, thicker, and harder between her slender pink fingers. Kat's dexterous fingers slipped into the waistband of Jeanette's panties, and as her hot breath washed over the gusset she began to slowly peel them down over the Queen's hips.

Jeanette gasped in pleasure and stiffened, pushing her hips out to try and press her pussy to Kat's face. When the warrior women moved away, she groaned in frustration as Katerei giggled. "Mmm...touch me, please!" A heated, saucy grin spread on Jeanette's face. "Don't make me command it!"

"Tch, so impatient, Your Highness. Maybe later, I've got something even better planned for you." Kat chuckled playfully. "Ruar is such an interesting city! You can buy almost anything there, the most wondrous and exquisite things." Kat's voice trailed off as the woman pulled off her boots and pushed down her pants. "I heard stories about these, but I didn't believe it until some barker at a brothel offered to sell me one. Did you know the fine craftsmen of Zentara made them?" Katerei grabbed a small box from Gorath's belt and pulled from it a dildo shaped after an orc's cock.

Jeanette looked at the toy hungrily. It wasn't as big as Grahk's cock, but it was still large, larger than Turogg in fact. She wondered how many were made, or if people even used them. Surely it would be much too big for the average human woman, unless she had been trained for it.

Kat smiled at the glint in Jeanette's eyes. "You have! I bet you have one just like it, don't you, Your Highness?" Katerei reached into the box again and pulled out some leather straps, which she wrapped around her waist and then buckled together. "But have you seen one of these? They told me they use them in sex shows, and when I saw it I immediately thought of you." Kat stripped off her shirt, leaving her naked except for the leather straps buckle around her hips. She then placed the dildo into the harness and locked it in place. Kat approached the Queen again and slide the toy between her thighs. "Didn't I tell you there were games to play that wouldn't cause you to get pregnant?"

Jeanette looked at the thick toy and the harness Kat was wearing, a mixture of shock and arousal on her face. They certainly weren't using those back when she was at the Soiled Dove! Jeanette spread her thighs as Kat pressed against her and started to rub the slanted tip of the dildo against her slit. She moaned softly, working her hips forward against it as she started jerking Gorath faster now. She could feel his hot breath washing over her as he continued to grip her arms tightly. "Y-yes, you did...now put it in me! I cannot wait!"

Kat grinned at Jeanette's eagerness, and happily obliged the Queen. She reached down to help spread the Queen's labia, and then thrust her hips forward, burying the thick sex toy deep into Jeanette's eager puss. She was surprised at how easily it went in; she thought the Queen would have a harder time accepting such a large and thick toy. But after being married to Turogg for eight years, and giving birth to several half-orc children, she supposed that the Queen was bound to be much looser than a normal human woman.

Jeanette groaned in satisfaction as she felt her inner walls stretch around the twisted cock. She thrust her hips forward, meeting Kat's as the two woman bucked and slid against one another. Kat started pumping her hips, pushing in and out faster as she took Jeanette's breast in her mouth again. Gorath pinned Jeanette's wrists with one hand, while the other reached around to squeeze and fondle the other breast.

The orc started to buck his hips, fucking the Queen's fist as he slid against her back, helping to trap her between him and Kat. The Queen shuddered, moaning louder in pleasure as she took the thick girth of the dildo again and again. Kat's slender hand reached around between Jeanette and the orc and slid a single finger between her ass cheeks. She started to roll her fingertip against the Queen's puckered star, pleased at finding it loose and pliable as well.

Kat pushed her index finger into Jeanette's hot ass, and started working it in time with her own thrusts. She bit gently down on Jeanette's nipple, and then pulled softly until the breast popped free of her mouth. She looked up, catching Jeanette's gaze and looked deeply into the Queen's eyes. "Look at me, Your Highness. Look into my eyes as I fuck you!"

Jeanette gazed back heatedly into Kat's dark eyes. Soft moans erupted from her mouth every time the warrior woman moved her hips. She leaned back against Gorath, resting more of the weight on the strong orc as she surrendered to the pleasure. They were both working a breast now, kneading and massaging her sensitive flesh. She squeezed her ass around Kat's finger as she clenched the toy tightly inside her pussy. She quickly released it, and began moving her hips faster as she eagerly fucked Kat back.

"I bet you want something else in here, don't you? My itsy bitys teenie weenie little finger can't give you what you need, can it?" Kat wiggled her finger for emphasis as she stirred it deep inside the Queen. "I bet you want Gor's thick orc cock lodged in your royal ass, don't you my Queen?"

Jeanette shuddered at the words, the dirty talk making her quiver with need. She could feel her pussy sloshing noisily around the fake dick as it plunged in and out of her. Each of the twisted ridges rubbed her insides wondrously as the sensitive vaginal walls rippled when they parted to swallow it deeper. "Mmm! Yes! Ah...Oh fuck! I want you both! I want you to both fuck me now! Fill me up with your big cocks!" Jeanette turned to try and line up her ass with Gor's cock as she guided it against her cheeks. The thick member was already slick and sticky with his preseed, which was leaking copiously from the tip. Her body tightened around the dildo, and the extra pressure it provided against the nerves in her cunt almost pushed her over the edge right there.

Gorath was happy to oblige. He finally released Jeanette's wrists and used both hands to spread her cheeks apart. He pushed his slanted cock tip against her hole, groaning in pleasure as he found himself filling her up once again. Her ass parted easily for his dick, and soon he found himself rubbing against the strapon through the membrane of her body. He looked at Kat, and grinned as he caught his lover's eyes.

The pair began to move together, thrusting in and out of her as one. Having another dick inside her, even a fake one, made the Queen's ass so much tighter around his cock that he thought he might bust a nut immediately. He had to grit his teeth and grunt as he held back his climax.

Jeanette was not so controlled, and was quickly losing herself to the passion of being fucked by the two sexy warriors. She thrashed and twisted, cavorting lewdly between them. Her body rippled as she clenched her muscles and rocked her hips, stirring the thick cocks inside her. Her large tits bounced against their hands, slapping against them as she threw herself with reckless abandon back and forth into the shafts penetrating deep into her.

Kat panted as she tried to keep up with the Queen's undulations. "Are you going to cum, Your Highness? Are you going to cum for us? Do it, my Queen! I know you need it! I know you crave release, give in to it!" Kat thrust her hips as hard and fast as she could as she pounded into the Queen roughly.

Jeanette cried out shrilly as Kat and Gor worked her over, both of the strong warriors slamming into her as hard as they could. Her body bounced back and forth between them, rocked from side to side by the impact of their thrusts. The world began to blur and spin and she finally cried out in ecstasy as the climax exploded through her. Kat and Gor didn't stop though, but continued to thrust in and out, making her ride the climax even longer.

Gor could no longer hold back as the Queen writhed on his cock, her spasms squeezing and milking his hard shaft so sweetly. He threw his head back and howled as his cock exploded, and rope after rope of his pent up seed shot itself deep into Jeanette's ass. He continued to thrust wildly as he pumped out all the cum that he could, until finally his orgasm began to subside. "Hah...hah....hah..." Gorath panted, until his heavy breaths became a chuckle, "Hah, hah hah I bet everyone on the ship heard that Your Highness!"

Jeanette, flushed deeply from her climax, only moaned as she basked in the afterglow of her climax, regardless of the embarrassment his words elicited. Her heavy breaths made her tits swell and push against Kat, as the lithe, muscular warrior held her up. Kat was shaking from her own excitement, and once Jeanette was steady she yanked her cock out of the Queen, tore of the straps and leaped onto the bed on all fours. "Come and fuck me Gor! It's my turn to feel that big ugly cock of yours!"




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Gor grinnd and pulled his slick cock out of Jeanette's ass. The Queen slumped forward as she was suddenly left empty, but the orc held her tight. "Come along now Your Highness, let's show Kat how grateful we are for her efforts!" Gorath led Jeanette over to the bed, and turned her so she could lie on the bed beneath Kat on her back.

Jeanette, still recovering from the climax, allowed Gorath to move her onto the bed. She soon found herself looking right up at Kat's pussy, swollen and wet from the woman's arousal. Gor lined up behind her, and soon his dick came into view as well as he rubbed it over Kat's slick cunt. Jeanette moaned at the sight. She had never gotten such a close look at an orc cock pressed against a body before, other than her own. It was a new experience for her.

Kat licked her lips as she felt the thick, corkscrewed cock sliding against her nether lips. She could feel the Queen's gaze on her pussy, feel her soft, hot breath washing against her. Having Jeanette in that position made Kat even hotter, making her hips rub even harder down onto the cock. "Ah...put him in me, Jeanette, open me up and stuff him inside!"

The request took Jeanette aback, and made her focus again on where she was. She licked her lips, tasting the sweat off them as she watched Gor's twisted, inhuman member bob above her. Jeanette reached up with both hands to touch it, controlling it to make it more directly rub into Kat. She guided the slanted tip against the woman's clit and pressed it firmly, and was rewarded with a lusty groan. She then finally used her fingers to spread Kat's labia apart and line up the tip with her entrance, and then pulled Gorath inside by jerking his dick.

Gorath didn't wait for any further prompting and slammed his cock inside Kat as soon as he was able. He started to thrust, eager for another climax and to bring one to his lover. Her hot pussy felt so good around his cock: maybe not as tight as Jeanette's ass, but so much wetter. His cock slid in and out so easily, he got a wonderful friction around his shaft as it rammed home again and again.

Jeanette listened to Kat's hungry moans as she eagerly watched the cock slide in and out of her, stretching her pussy apart again and again. Kat's clit was swollen out of its hood, and as she looked at it, she remembered how Kat cried out when Gorath had licked her down there. Before she knew what was happening, Jeanette found her lips pressed against the little button, suckling the woman's clit as her tongue lapped it back and forth.

Kat squealed in delight as she felt the queen's soft mouth press into her clit and caress her nub with the tongue. The combination of Gor's cock and Jeanette's mouth ramped up the pleasure, heightening it tenfold. She shuddered, clenching herself around Gorath's dick as she held it deep inside her. "A-aaah oh yes Jeanette! Lick me! Ah! Fuck me God! Mmm!"

Gorath grinned in satisfaction as he watched Jeanette press her face between Kat's legs. He had thought that the sight would be irresistible to the Queen, and he was right. He started to thrust harder again, slamming his hips into Kat's firm backside as he fucked her vigorously. The impacts were hard enough to make Katerei's body jolt and smear her juices over Jeanette's lips as she struggled to follow the rapidly bouncing clit.

Jeanette's nostrils flared as she inhaled the scent of Kat's pussy. The taste burned on her tongue as she flicked it rapidly against the woman's clit. She had tasted her own pussy before, either from her fingers or from a cock. This was the first time she tasted another woman's cunt though, and the naughty thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine. She started to finger herself, stroking her clit as rapidly as she licked Kat's. 

Gorath's strong thrusts though kept making her miss, and instead she found herself licking the union of Kat and Gor's bodies. Her tongue slapped and slid over Katerei's soaked pussy and sliding against the ridges of Gorath's cock as it pumped in and out of her. Soon she gave up chasing the clit, and instead just licked broadly the dick up Kat's pussy to her clit as she rolled her face between the warrior woman's legs.

"Ah! Yesss! Yesss fuck me I'm gonna cum!" Kat reached beneath her and grabbed the back of Jeanette's head, holding it tightly against her pussy mound as the combination of the royal tongue and Gor's thick orc dick finally pushed her over the edge. She shuddered violently, shrilly crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure coursed through her veins and crashed over her body.

Gorath continued to thrust, pumping Kat through the climax until finally he couldn't take it anymore either. As Kat came down from her high and Jeanette's head fell weekly back to the bed, he pulled himself out of his lover and wrapped his fingers around his cock, jerking it furiously until his second climax hit and she shot is load down onto Jeanette' face.

Jeanette moaned loudly as she furiously stroked her clit, rubbing it violently as she sought to bring herself another climax. When she felt the orc's thick goo raining on her face, covering an eye, matting in her hair, coating her lips and splattering in her nose it threw her over the edge, and her hips bucked high in the air as she convulsed through her orgasm.

Gor rolled onto the bed beside Kat as the woman collapsed as well, moving her hips and legs so that she wasn't smothering the Queen. All three of them panted, trying to catch their breaths in the wake of the frantic fuck.

Jeanette swallowed audibly and pushed cum soaked strands of hair from her eyes. "Oh now that's a game to play alright. I do so hope we'll get to play it again."

****

The city hadn't changed much since the last time she was here. It was still dirty and crowded, and of course the two things that would never change were the brothels and taverns. Cindy knew that she had the power of truth on her side, but she was still surprised by how easy it was for the stories she told to spread to every nook and cranny in Ruar. She didn't think it was widely believed yet, though she had no doubt it would in time. For now, it was enough that people were repeating it.

They weren't just repeating it, either. Lewd pictures and messages were being scrawled on walls across the city. Cindy had been surprised to hear about the sex shows featuring harlots who looked like the Queen, such things hadn't existed when she was in the city. But now they were everywhere, and some were even turning her stories into performances!

Cindy had seen the scorn in the Duke of Haverset's eyes when she announced her plan, but if he could see her now he would eat those words. The best part was that the rumors had gotten so bad they forced the Whore Queen to flee the city! If that didn't convince people of the truth of her stories, nothing would!

The Duke of Swetford had given her a fat purse to pay her way through the city, and for the past few weeks Cindy had been making her way from tavern to tavern telling tales of the Whore Queen's time at the Soiled Dove. The tales were so lurid in their own right that they didn't need embellishment. The very first night she was there she ended up servicing a dozen clients in one, long, continuous gangbang. Another time she had fucked every member of the crew of a ship that had docked in Ruar in single night. The lucky girls in their trade were able to derive some enjoyment from it, but none seemed to revel in it like the Whore Queen did. What kind of perverted woman did you have to be to prostitute yourself for pleasure alone?

Either way, her whisper campaign had been very effective. She might not have a lot of 'influence' with merchants and nobles, but she knew how to catch a man's attention and reel him in. That brought Cindy to somewhere she didn't want to be.

She stood across from the Soiled Dove, dreading having to go inside. Her tales so far had been titillating, but she had exhausted the ones she knew. If she was going to keep them interesting, she needed to talk to the other girls who knew her and get even more tales. But this place had a lot of bad memories for her now, and it was galling to have to go and ask the very same Madame who sold her to orcs for help with anything.

After steeling herself, Cindy pushed down the tremulous emotions deep inside her and walked into her former brothel. A tremor ran through her as she took in the familiar surroundings, a flood of memories and emotions threatening to overwhelm her. It was still light out, so the brothel was mostly empty except for the working girls. 

The Madame was at the far end of the room by the stairs, and looked much like Cindy remembered her. A little older perhaps, but the Madame was well-preserved, and didn't seem to age like other women. When the Madame spotted her, her face lit up, but there was no real joy in those eyes. Cindy knew a professional smile when she saw one.

"Well, if it isn't little Cindy as I live and breathe! But what on earth happened to your face my darling girl?"

"Our Queen tried to kill me, Madame. To silence me."

The Madame looked respectfully disbelieving. "Why on earth should the Queen want to kill you of all people, Cindy?"

"Because the Queen, Queen Jeanette, is our Jeanette. The girl who worked here and fuck all them orcs."

"Ridiculous! What an imagination you have, Cindy. I always told you what happens when you try to make it by yourself on the street. Have you gone and gotten the pox and let it get to your brain?"

Cindy was getting used to people dismissing her claims as ridiculous, so she was quick to answer. "Think about it! We all knew there was something off about her! Didn't we all say it? How good she talked, how soft and refined she was?"

The Madame paused, thinking back to those times. There had been something off about the girl, she had definitely seemed like nobility. "Maybe, but what would the Queen be doing here?"

"And think about it," Cindy continued, ignoring the question, "Jeanette left here right when the Queen left the city after her parents died didn't she? Never saw her again after that! You can't tell me that's a coincidence! She even gave her name as Jeanette! She has the right hair, the right coloring. I saw her just a few weeks back, as clear as I'm seeing you and I'm telling you it was the same person!"

"Well, even if it were true, what about it? What brings you back here of all places?"

"The Whore Queen is an orc fucker who doesn't deserve to be on the throne. We-"

The Madame cut in, "Ah, so you're the one who has been running around telling tales? I knew it had to be one of my girls, but I never dreamed that you'd come back to town."

"Yes, it's me. But I've told all the stories I know. I want to talk to the other girls that were around back then if they're still here. We need to let everyone know just what the Queen is!"

The Madame saw the frantic, passionate look in Cindy's eyes and shook her head. "You're mad girl. What difference does it make if the Queen was a whore or fucked an orc back then? She's fucking one now, don't you doubt it. You've put me and all my girls in enough danger by bringing the Soiled Dove into it and I'm not going to let you make it worse by getting them even more involved." The Madame snapped her fingers, and one of the burly bouncers made his way over. "You go on now, and don't come back. I'm going to tell the girls not to talk to you, and if you're smart you'll let this one go. You already lost half your face, and we both know that's going to hurt your trade. Don't lose your head as well!"

"Bitch! You sold me to the orcs and now you won't help? Are you a pig fucker yourself? I hope you-

Cindy's insult was cut off as the guard threw her over his shoulder and marched her out of the building, and then threw her roughly down onto the street. "Pig fuckers!"

Cindy stormed off, fuming. How dare she throw me out like that! After everything she did and now she won't help? She is going on the list, when the Duke of Swetford becomes regent I'll make sure she gets what's coming to her! All these orc loving pig fuckers will!

Cindy walked through the city, not knowing where she was going, still stewing in her rage. When she looked up, she found herself in the Merchant District. Her face twisted in revulsion as she spotted large orcs, standing tall above their human colleagues walking about. They were ubiquitous here, more so than anywhere else in the city. Cindy couldn't think of only one person left who might help her, who might listen. If she couldn't rely on spreading stories, she would need to find someone of means to help her.

His house was even nicer than she thought it would be. When she met him previously, he was successful but didn't seem inordinately wealthy. Now his house was freshly plastered and richly decorated. She was sure he would remember her, as she was always his favorite girl. Yes, if there was anyone in the city left who would help her take down the Queen it was Mr. Beechum.

****

"What do you mean the reinforcements never made it to Suzden?" The King's angry voice boomed through Wareg Castle, and made Susannah jump as she listened to him from above.

"They were ambushed by raiders on the road to the Stoneheart Castle, Your Highness. A dozen men are dead, twice that have been wounded."

"A dozen men, dead! Meanwhile scores of men are deserting every day, and more are getting sick in this wretched city. We cannot afford to stay here much longer, General. In a few more months it will be harvest season, and we will need to send even more men home to work the fields. Who would have thought that orcs would hold out in those castles as long as they have? They shouldn't know the first thing about surviving a siege." 

Susannah listened with interest to King Connor's problems. Tristan, the man she met in the market, would want to know about this. She was impressed with how quickly he worked. It only took him a matter of days to contact a band of orc raiders and organize an attack on the reinforcements. Perhaps that meant that Stoneheart Castle would hold out after all.

"Our scouts are ready to tell us the moment that the Zentarans start pulling back from the Lyskean Pass. Once the Duke of Haverset draws them away, we can begin the attack on Zentara proper. It will only take two weeks to reach Ruar, and they won't have the men to keep us out."

The King's voice grew faint as he continued walking with the General. Susannah quickly returned to her room to write a message to leave for Tristan. As she entered her quarters a wave of nausea hit her, and a hot flash made her feel faint. Susannah gripped the back of her chair with one hand as she doubled over, the other clasping her stomach.

Her hand gently rubbed along the curve of the small bulge in her stomach as she caught her breath. Just as the nausea passed, her heart stopped as she realized her stomach was slightly curved outwards. Was she pregnant? She couldn't be, surely she would know if she was! Susannah frantically tried to remember when the last time she had her monthly flows, but it had been so long she couldn't place it. It had been before the war, so at least three moons ago. Sometime before...sometime before her last time with Bodak.

Susannah chuckled bitterly at the cruel irony which would allow her to get impregnated after eight long years only to have Bodak killed and the castle taken by those who would kill her because of the child. It had been three months, and already her dresses were getting tight. Soon she would start to really show, and there would be no hiding it. She didn't have a choice; she was going to have to flee. Tristan wanted her to stay in the castle and provide information, but that wouldn't be possible anymore.

She scribbled a note telling Tristan to meet her tomorrow in the same place in the market. The next twenty four hours were the longest in her life, even longer than when the Hestens first took the castle. She was sure that somebody would spot the changes in her, certain that at any moment the guards would drag her before the King for her execution.

When the executioners never came, she finally was able to go to the market in the city to meet with Tristan. After sending out her ladies-in-waiting to other stalls nearby, Tristan finally approached.

"What is it Your Grace? It's dangerous to meet like this, for both of us."

"I need to escape, Tristan. As soon as you can manage it. I can't stay there any longer-"

Tristan cut her off. "I know you're scared, Your Grace, but you're too important to the war. You have to be brave and-"

Susannah impatiently broke back in, "No, you don't understand, Tristan! I'm," Susannah lowered her voice even further, afraid of being too loud, "I'm pregnant! With Duke Bodak's child! When they realize they'll kill me for sure!"

Tristan's face darkened as he considered that bit of news. "How much longer until you start showing?"

"I'm already showing! At least, when I am when I'm not wearing a dress. My maids could see the change any day now, and it won't be much longer until I won't be able to wear these dresses any longer."

"Alright, alright! Let me thinks." Tristan mulled over the problem for a few moments as they pretended to look at cloth. "Well, maybe this is for the best. I have good news, Your Grace. The Queen is coming with a second force to rally the orc bands that have been scattered throughout the country. Unfortunately, I don't know where they all are, only some of them. But there should be reports in the castle of where they've been spotted, and that's a place to start. I need you to do one more thing for me, Your Grace, and then I'll take you to a place you can hide."

Later that night Susannah crept through the dark castle towards the King's planning room. There was no way she could get into his actual quarters, they were too well guarded. But hopefully his papers were left in the room where his war council was held, which shouldn't be guarded. She pressed herself back into a shadowy alcove as she heard guards approaching. She was dressed in a boy's riding pants and shirt so that she could make a quick getaway once she completed her mission. Unfortunately, it also meant that there would be a lot of awkward questions if she was spotted before then.

From her spot in the shadows she saw Alfred walking towards his room across the great open space overlooking the main hall. She had said goodbye to him, in not so many words, earlier today. She hoped he would make it through her escape and not be blamed or held accountable by the king. If all went according to plan though, it would seem she used the fire as a means to escape and that it wasn't part of a greater conspiracy.

When the hall was cleared she slipped into the antechamber, and paused to listen for anyone inside the council chamber. She heard nothing, and so slowly opened the door. It was dark inside, but empty. She looked around and pulled a candle from off the table and lit it with a nearby torch. Susannah prowled through the room, carefully examining the bounds of papers strewn across the table.

She pushed aside a stack of dispatches from Heste, and then flipped through a stack of reports on crop yields, livestock and other administrative tasks. How did the King make it through all this? Susannah was used to such things, having helped the steward in managing Bodak's properties. But that was just one Duchy, not an entire kingdom. Plus, the war had added a huge administrative burden to that.

Laughing voices made her duck beneath the table, but the late night revelers seemed to be going to bed. Perhaps I waited too long, she thought, the carousers are coming back from the taverns. I'll need to hurry up! Susannah started spreading the documents out before her, quickly scanning the top documents until she finally found one of troop dispatches. Troop levels, skirmishes, enemy sightings, this is the one! Susannah had to restrain herself from whooping in excitement. She slipped the bound papers into her pants, and then checked to ensure that the hall was clear. When all looked well, she used the candle to light the papers remaining on the desk. Fire erupted, and began to spread through the parchment. She set the candlestick on its side to make it look as it were knocked over and fled from the room.




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She was fortunate that security was so lax in the castle, but then, King Connor had taken it with help from the inside. Having been greeted as a liberator, there hadn't been any need to heavy security, at least, not until now. Susannah was nearly out of breath by the time she made it to the servant's quarters as she was walking so fast it was almost a jog. As passed through the kitchen, she heard the great cry of alarm over the fire erupt behind her. She dashed through the servant's entrance, which had never been bricked over since there wasn't a siege. It closed behind her not a moment too soon, as she could hear the servants rising from bed and rushing to help combat the fire.

Susannah hugged the wall surrounding the castle as she made her way towards the gate. The plan was going as expected, and the guards on duty were running up towards the keep. She darted through the gate as fast as she could manage. As she crossed the drawbridge, she heard a voice cry out.

"You there, stop!"

She ran faster, and some sixth sense made her dart to the left, just in time to avoid the arrow whistling through the air towards her. Her heart leapt to her throat as she fled into the city. She hoped that the guard who spotted her wouldn't be heard over the din of the firefighters. Even though she was running as fast as she could, fear made her feel like she was running with lead boots on, and that every step she took was too slow and too loud.

Tristan was waiting for her several streets down from the market place. He threw a long, hooded cloak at her and helped her climb atop a horse. "Come Your Grace, we must leave before they seal the city."

"Yes, we have to hurry. They spotted me as I left the castle."

"They saw you?" Tristan sighed. "Very well, come on, no time to lose."

"Where are we going? Where will you hide me?"

"We're off to one of the raider camps. Congratulations, Your Grace, you'd just joined the resistance."



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 07



Cindy smirked to herself, smug at how quickly she had gained admittance into Mr. Beechum's home. Even though eight years had passed since she left the city, her most important client still remembered her, and held her in high regard. Despite The Duke of Haverset's skepticism, she had some connections in high places. The connections were even higher than she expected, by the look of the manor house. Mr. Beechum seemed to have done well for himself in her absence. Marble statues, rich tapestries, and fine porcelain figures adorned the halls she was led through until she found herself in a large receiving chamber.

She wondered what his business was, that he had seen so much success recently. Perhaps he was invested in iron or weapons, as they were in high demand due to the war. The chamber had an open window which overlooked a busy street nearly on the edge of the Noble Quarter. Finely dressed nobles walked the road across from merchants. Such close proximity demanded that Mr. Beechum have friends in the upper class, friends he could influence against the Whore Queen for her.

Cindy's smug grin became a wide, satisfied smile as Mr. Beechum appeared only minutes later. Dressed in fine silk robes, the wealthy merchant had grown fatter since she last saw him. Despite that, he seemed healthier than she remembered. He was clean, wealthy, and anxious to see her, of all people. "Mr. Beechum! How good to see you again! It has been too long. The years have been kind to you, sir!"

"Not as kind to you, dear Cindy. Whatever happened to your face? Did you leave the city to live among the brutal orc tribes? I know how you crave large, manly cocks." Beechum reached out to stroke the cut still healing on Cindy's cheek. "Imagine my surprise when my servant announced your arrival! I would have expected more discretion, my dear; though perhaps you lost such niceties when you left civilization. But I welcome you back, my girl. You must be as eager to see me as I am to see you. I've never found another girl who treats me the way you do."

"As you deserve to be treated, Mr. Beechum." Cindy struggled to maintain her smile. His jab about living among the orcs made her head hurt, and she didn't come here to play games with him. "I am most eager to see you, I have much to tell you, and much more to talk about."

Beechum grinned lecherously at Cindy. "Yes yes my dear, I'm most eager to hear all the things you have to tell me. Do you remember the time we spied on the other clients, and you described how big their cocks were? How they could give women such pleasure, while I could only make them laugh and revile me?"

"Yes, I remember Mr. Beechum, but that's not really what I came here to talk about."

"Nonsense Cindy, what else could there be to discuss after so long?" Beechum started to open his robes, and remove the lengthy sheet of cloth from around his groin.

Cindy gritted her teeth as she watched Beechum undress. His comically small cock seemed even tinier now, with a fleshy belly hanging above it. If he wanted to play first, she had no choice but to comply and give him what he wanted. Putting him in his place might make him more receptive to her ideas anyway. Cindy forced herself to smile, and then managed a giggle as his shaft finally peeked out from beneath the robes.

"I certainly didn't come all this way to discuss that little thing between your legs, Mr. Beechum. It's so small and pathetic, what would be the point? I've been trying hard to forget how sad the sight of it is, not aching to see it again."

Beechum sat down on a couch facing Cindy and started to stroke the shaft with two fingers as he leered at the woman. "It's not that bad, is it Cindy? It must be memorable, even if for being a little small..."

"Hah! You can rest easy knowing that it is at least memorable. I've tried hard to forget it, but it's so disgustingly small that I can't. Seeing you whipping it out now and stroking makes me feel like it might as well have been yesterday the last time I saw it." Cindy looked down at the tiny prick bobbing between his fingers. "I daren't hope that it's managed to grow any in the last eight years. If anything it's smaller, though I don't know how that could be possible."

Beechum grunted as his fingers slipped on the short shaft and ran over the head of his cock. He quickly pinched the slender dick between his fat fingers and resumed rubbing it between them. "I'm sorry Cindy, I don't mean to have such a pathetic dick, nor to stroke it in front of you. You're just so sexy, I can't help myself!"

"Can't help yourself! That's not the first time you've tried to you that excuse, Mr. Beechum. Do I accept your excuses?"

"No Ms. Cindy, you don't." Beechum began to pant as he stroked himself faster.

"And what happens when you try your excuses? What happens when you pull out your tiny prick and stroke it in front of me?" Cindy didn't bother to hide the disgust in her voice, knowing that it would only turn him on more. Eight years ago she had been amused by their little game; now she was just revolted by it. Still, now, like then, she would be paid handsomely for playing it. While she might not be getting coin this time, she'd be getting something even better.

"I get punished, Ms. Cindy!" He licked his lips as his eyes wandered all over Cindy's body, stroking hard at the sight even if it wasn't as young and as beautiful as he remembered.

"That's right Mr. Beechum, you get punished. You deserve to be punished, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes I do, I've been naughty...a dirty, naughty little stroker. It's been so long since I've seen you I just couldn't wait to pull out my little cock and show you how well I can jerk it!"

"That's just what you are, Mr. Beechum. A disgusting little wanker. A pervert who can't help but jerk his tiny cock for any woman with the good sense to laugh at how pathetic he is. And you do need to be punished. Do you have a paddle ready for me? So I can give you the spanking you deserve?" Cindy looked around, eagerness creeping into her heart for the first time. She was actually starting to look forward to punishing Mr. Beechum, to beat him as he deserved.

"N-no Ms. Cindy, when I heard you were here I rushed down without any of my toys. Maybe...maybe you could use your hand?" Beechum sounded so hopeful that it made Cindy snort and laugh cruelly.

"Touch you? With my hand? You have to be joking, Mr. Beechum! As if I would touch you. On the luckiest day of your life I'll let you kiss my feet and lick my quim. But touch you? I shouldn't think so! No, there must be something else I can use on you." Cindy looked around the room until she spotted a plant sitting in a delicate porcelain vase. 

She walked over to it, stroking the trunk up and down, before pulling out her knife to cut off one of the stripling branches. She turned back to Beechum, a malevolent glint in her eye. "Turn around Mr. Beechum. Get on the floor like the pig you are and bend over the couch."

Beechum hurried to comply, kneeling on the floor with his ass out towards Cindy as he rested his fleshy stomach on the couch. "Yes Ms. Cindy! Please punish me!"

"Stop stroking your cock already! You know you'll start spewing your gross little juice all over the place if you don't. If you cum before I say so you'll have to lick it up! Now, brace yourself Mr. Beechum." Without giving him time to prepare, Cindy swung the rod and whipped it across his pale, fat ass. She left a long red welt across his backside, and then another as she struck him again.

"Ah! Yes Ms. Cindy! Thank you! Thank you for punishing me! For treating me like I deserve!" Beechum grunted as he took the spanking, his wide backside jiggling as the rod bit into it again and again.

"Someone has to do it. If you weren't kept in your place, you might begin to actually think you could be with a woman, to please her and satisfy her and we both know that's impossible." She smacked his ass again, and then whipped the backs and sides of his thighs, making him howl.

"Nnng! Yes! You're right of course! There's no way I could, not with such a small cock!" Beechum grunted again, pumping his hips in the air as he flopped his tiny prick, trying to hump the couch but unable to reach it past the girth of his stomach.

A malevolent gleam appeared in Cindy's eyes as she gripped the rod. She swiped it viciously at his backside, painting it red with the deep crimson welts. She smacked him again and again, his grunts reminding her of the sounds the orc merchant made when she stabbed him to death. Her rod danced mercilessly upon the surface of his ass, losing herself in the triumphant moment.

Despite the viciousness of her attack, Beechum responded eagerly to the treatment. Each hit on his backside made him buck and cry out, his little cock bobbing up and down, slicing through the air like Cindy's rod. The tip began to drizzle, leaking out thin streams of precum as he groaned in excitement. Beechum gripped the couch tighter, his knuckles going white as he submitted to the abuse. "Ah! Ah! I'm sorry Cindy! I'm sorry for insulting you with such a small cock! A real sexy woman like you deserves a big cock! A cock as thick as an orc's is what you need!"

A sharp pain in Cindy's head stayed her hand, and as she looked down at the burning red flesh of Beechum's bottom she realized that it was time for something else. Despite his obvious excitement she didn't think his ass could take much more. "You've been such a good boy, accepting your punishment so eagerly. I think you should be rewarded." Beechum started to reach for his cock again, causing Cindy to bark out, "Not your cock, silly boy. I've decided to let you touch me today. You may kiss my feet Mr. Beechum, but be sure to thank me for the honor. A pathetic little jerk off like you has to thank pretty women for the honor of kissing their feet."

Beechum crawled over to her, his thick gut dragging on the floor. He lowered his face to her feet and began to kiss, groveling as he ran his lips all over them. "Thank you Ms. Cindy! You're far too kind, letting such a dirty little stroker like me actually kiss your body! Mmm!" Beechum moaned hotly as he kissed between her toes, and then the tip of each one, moving from foot to foot.

Cindy massaged her temple, the pain gradually receding as she looked down at the humbled merchant. The sight of him there, feeling him kiss and lick her feet was actually getting her a little wet. Cindy wondered if she would be able to get the Duke of Swetford to kiss her feet when she returned to him, and resolved to give it a try. He had proven quite pliable, and if Mr. Beechum was so taken with her that he longed for her eight years later, she was sure that The Duke would as well after an absence of only a few months.

Cindy lifted her foot up and pushed her big toe between Beechum's lips. "Suck it Mr. Beechum. Suck my toe, worship it. It's bigger than your little cock, isn't it? It's more worthy of love and devotion than your pathetic little thing. Lick it, love it. It's the best you can hope for, isn't it?"

Beechum groaned around the toe as he bobbed up and down it, sucking it eagerly. His saliva swished around it as he bathed it in his mouth. He licked it up and down, and wrapped his tongue around the length as he rolled his face down the length. More of his preseed leaked into a puddle beneath him as he worshipped the former prostitute's foot.

As Cindy's arousal grew, she looked down at him with a flushed face. She reached with the rod to lift his chin up so he'd cast his eyes at her. "Such a good, obedient little boy you are Mr. Beechum. I've decided to give you even more of a reward." Cindy grinned heatedly and pulled her toe from his mouth. She then slowly turned around, and lifted up the skirt of her dress to her hips. "Kiss my ass you pathetic little jerk off. Jerk your little dicklette and lick my ass, but don't you dare cum till I say you can!"

Beechum pressed his lips to her ankle and calf, gratefully kissing up the length of her leg to Cindy's ass. "Oh thank you Ms. Cindy! You're too kind! Thank you for letting me kiss your glorious ass! Mmm!" Beechum pressed his lips firmly against her pert ass cheeks, kissing them all over. His face pushed her ass cheeks apart as he kissed the inner curve of her ass, his lips seeking out her anal ring.

Cindy moaned in pleasure as she felt Beechum's tongue brushing over her asshole. After years of being used for men's pleasure, it felt wonderful having a man submit to hers. She had forgotten how good this felt, or perhaps she just hadn't appreciated it before. "That's it Mr. Beechum, lick my ass! Does it excite you? Worshipping the hot ass that hundreds of real men with big cocks have fucked? Are you thinking of them now? Imagining how much bigger than you they were? How much pleasure they were able to give me?"

Cindy moved the rod between her legs and started to rub it against her wet slit. She pushed into it, grinding against it as she coated the bark with her juices. Fingers from one hand furiously stroked her clit while her other hand rolled the stick between her folds. She moaned out in pleasure, lowering her weight atop Beechum's face as she pressed her ass more firmly on his mouth.

Beechum stuck out his tongue, thrusting it as deep into Cindy's ass as he could manage. He twirled it in her hot backside, pushing at the walls of her ass as he flicked it in and out, rubbing it all about inside her. He groaned at her words, jerking his tiny cock faster between two fingers. His head spun as blood pounded through him, heart racing a mile a minute as he tongued her sweet ass.

"I guess you are, you certainly seem to enjoy the thought of all those huge, manly cocks pushing in and out of me. I can hear you stroking faster and faster and faster. Are you almost ready to cum for me, Mr. Beechum?" Her own words were heavy and breathless from her panting. She pushed the rod inside her, thrusting it in and out as she rolled her clit between her fingers, squeezing and stroking it eagerly as she sought to bring herself to climax as well.

"Yes Ms. Cindy! I'm so close! Please let me cum! Please I need it so bad!" Beechum begged for release feverishly before plunging his tongue back inside. His lips kissed her anal ring firmly, passionately as his tongue wiggled and writhed inside her bottom. One hand gripped her ass, kneading the flesh eagerly as the other stroked his tiny cock in a blur.

Cindy thrust her hips, humping the stick eagerly as she quivered in the precipice of climax. She reveled in the feeling of the wealthy merchant tonguing her asshole, feeling her dominance over him. Her pleasure finally exploded inside her, crashing through her body in waves as she convulsed in ecstasy. "Yes! Cum for me then! Shoot out your disgusting load for my ass!" 

Beechum cried out in relief as he finally let go, allowing his cum to spurt out his short, thin prick. His weak seed splattered on the floor, dribbling out his pathetic shaft. It quickly covered his fingers and splashed wetly, coating his tiny prick as he continued to rub it furiously between his fingers.

Cindy panted for breath as she recovered from her climax, pulling the stick from between her legs. She stepped away from Beechum, fixing her skirt and letting the rod fall to the floor. She turned to look down at the merchant, sneering for a moment at how pathetic he looked, kneeling there on the floor covered in his own seed.

"Get up now, Mr. Beechum, we still have my small matter to discuss."

Beechum crawled to the couch, needing to grab onto the furniture in order to pull himself up. "Yes yes, my dear, yes, what is it that is so urgent?"

"Do you remember, back at the Soiled Dove, that girl we played with sometimes? Jeanette?"

Beechum nodded, still breathless from his climax. "Pretty girl? Dark hair? Large tits? The dirty harlot? Yes, I remember."

Cindy's face tightened as the anger began to build inside her again, quick on the heels of her climax. "Yes, her. She's a dirtier harlot than you know, Mr. Beechum. She wasn't just some working girl, that was the Queen, Jeanette Grenally. Having her fun being a whore in a brothel!"

Beechum paused, considering that and doing his best to remember the girl. He had heard all the stories flying around the city, and now compared what he heard to what he knew about her. After a moment, he chuckled softly and said, "Well, that explains how she was able to take that big orc cock so easily."

"It's not a laughing matter! Our Whore Queen has sold our Kingdom to the orcs! She's sullying the throne and needs to be gone!" 

"You're being a bit dramatic, aren't you my dear? Things aren't so bad in the Kingdom. In many ways they're better now than they were under her father. A bit less peaceful perhaps, but there's still money to be made. Much more of it now than before." Beechum pulled on his robe, tying it around his waist. He looked at Cindy again, and was taken aback by the change that came over her.

Cindy stewed in her rage at how nonchalantly Beechum was taking the news. "She's a pig fucker! An orc whore! How can we follow a slut who spreads her legs for those animals?"

"Orcs, humans, we're not all that different. Life goes on. Come now, calm down my girl. It's not like you never fucked an orc before. Left to become an orc whore yourself, or so the Madame told me."

"She set them on me! That spiteful, petty bitch had me raped by orcs for revenge! Now she lords it up over all of us, turning the castle into a brothel! She needs to be stopped and I'm going to stop her!" Cindy paced up and down the room, feet stomping. She reached down, picking up the rod again to swipe it violently through the air.

"You're going to stop her? You? Oh dear, it's you, isn't it? You're the one who has been telling all those stories about the Queen? Now what, you want me to help you? You're mad girl. The Queen has made me a rich man and I'm not about to throw all that away! You shouldn't either, go back to spreading your legs for the orcs, you'll be far richer and happier that way."

As Beechum shouted for his servants, his taunt about spreading her legs for the orcs sent Cindy into another blind rage. She threw the rod at him, and then drew her knife from its little sheathe and set upon him. Cindy screamed as she sunk the blade into his corpulent flesh. In and out, the blade jabbed and thrust into his body as she stabbed him over and over.

Beechum cried out and fell to the floor as the mad girl attacked him. He tried to ward her off, but the knife kept striking, hitting him again and again. Cindy continued to scream as the blade sank into the merchant.

His servants finally arrived, pulling her off Beechum's bloody body. She twisted and thrashed, cutting one servant and then stabbing another until she was released. She ran through the halls of the manor, trying to remember the way out. Alarm spread, and soon servants were running in from all over. Cindy found herself surrounded, but she didn't give in. She cut and sliced and stabbed until something heavy hit her on the back of the head and the world went dark.

****

Jeanette blocked her opponent's sword with her shield and counterattack with a vicious swing. It didn't connect, so Jeanette stepped back to brace herself. Her arms ached as she struggled to raise her sword and shield. She wondered what her parents would think if they could see her now. It had been almost ten years since they passed, and things had changed so much. Here she was, their once delicate princess wielding a sword and shield and leading an army to war. Though she didn't think they would approve of everything she'd done, they would at least be proud of how well she'd done it. 

It had been a while since she thought of them, and it made her heart ache to think of the whole she had left in her life. Is this how her children felt when she went away? Since this new crisis had erupted, she'd spent weeks, months away from home. Did they miss her as much as she missed them? Agmar had pleaded with his trainer to be allowed to squire on the campaign, but she had forbidden it. Grotok had wanted to come as well of course, but he was even younger than Agmar. It would have been nice being with them, but far too dangerous. Perhaps it was for the best. Still, she was going to have to do something to make it up to them when she returned.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 07



Jeanette's sword went flying from her hand as a powerful blow knocked it from her grasp, and a strong shield bash sent her crashing into the earth. She wheezed for breath as the wind was knocked out of her, and scrambled for her sword. A heavy boot pressed down on her hand, and the tip of her opponent's sword pressed against her throat.

"You need to wake up, Your Highness! You can't be woolgathering when you're in battle. I don't know where your head is at, but it's not here and now where it needs to be." Katerei released Jeanette's hand and sheathe her sword, reaching down to help the Queen rise.

"You're right of course. My apologies. I think that is enough for today though, I can barely lift my arms above my head. I don't think I'll be able to get much more training done regardless." Jeanette sheathed her sword and stretched her arms out, before reaching to shake Kat's hand. "Thank you for the lesson, though. We'll do it again soon."

"Too right we will, Your Highness. You've got some talent for it, and you're quick, but no offense, you're still a little soft. We need to build up your muscles and endurance. All the skill in the world is great if you're just fighting a duel. But in the real world, in a real battle, it's fight after fight after fight, and if your muscles give out you're done for."

"Your point is well taken, Kat. We're behind enemy lines and the whole lot of us could find ourselves in a fight for our lives. I'm going to go and freshen up. Meet me with Gorath in an hour to plan for the attack on Suzden." Jeanette smiled at Kat and began walking to her tent.

Jeanette actually had two tents, a command tent and a personal one. Her small force was moving at an odd pace, a mixture of slow and fast. They would hurry up to get somewhere, and then linger while waiting for remnants of Bodak's army to find and join them. It would still be another week and a half before riders would reach King Connor to tell them they had landed, and it would probably take another two weeks for him to march out and meet them. She needed to have a force large enough to combat his ten thousand men before that happened.

So far progress was going well. With five hundred men she had taken the port town of Tranor from the Hestens. It was a small village, important only because it had impressive docks from when a past King of Heste had dreamed of building a fleet that would win him the Elfish trade. Maybe a score of men had been holding it, and they were no match for her attack. They had been prepared to fend off an orc raid, not a full invasion from the sea. Her first ships were already docking by the time they made it from the outskirts of the village to meet them.

Kat and Gorath had been first off the ships, though Jeanette wasn't far behind them. She hated to be thought of as timid, but she had to admit that she was too important to risk on such a small battle. Still, she was able to play the important part of coordinating the unloading of troops and the movements of boats in and out of the harbor.

They lingered in town a day while unloaded supplies and sent out riders to try and find loyal soldiers. Since they set out from Tranor, their ranks had swelled to seven hundred and fifty. As time went on, and more loyal soldiers got the message, they should start growing at an exponentially larger rate. They had already lingered in this spot long enough, and would have to set out again tomorrow. Still, that left her time for one last bath before they began moving again.

Daniels had set up a tub for her in her personal tent, and dutifully filled it with water heated over a fire. It was a lot of work, and she would have to reward him when this was all over. She had offered to let him stay behind, but he insisted on accompanying her on this dangerous mission. He was already getting extra wages to account for the danger, but he could no doubt use a nice bonus as well.

Her hot bath was ready for her, but when she tried to lift the breastplate over her head her arm buckled and refused to lift so high. A sly, exhausted grin spread across her face. Perhaps Daniels was going to get his bonus soon than she thought. "Daniels, your assistance please!"

Daniels quickly entered the tent, as she knew he would. Daniels could be relied upon to be near at hand, especially since they had been travelling. Of course, that meant he probably got a near first hand view of her activities with Kat and Gorath, but that was part of a servant's life. Discretion was a duty.

"Yes Your Highness? How may I assist you?"

"I'm afraid I'm too tired to even lift this cuirass off my body. Help me, please." Jeanette smiled at Daniels kindly, and her faithful servant was only too quick to help her take the leather breastplate off. She had long felt his gaze lingering upon her, and since that night at the Night Watchman's Keep she had known that his lust had gone beyond merely looking. 

Daniels was getting more too, as he helped Jeanette with her armor. His hands ran along her body, and he pressed against her from behind as he helped with her arm greaves. A soft groan escaped his lips when he bent down to help remove her boots, and found his face perfectly level with her exquisite ass. He shivered in excitement at the sight, one hand holding her hip to keep her steady as the other worked the boot off her foot.

Jeanette wiggled her toes as the boots came off, relieved to have her feet free. She then reached for her shirt, and grunted as she lifted it above her head. The silk shirt was damp with sweat, and clung to her body tightly. It peeled off her curves as she forced it off, discarding it to her side. Her large breasts bounced, swaying freely now that the blouse was gone. Her nipples hardened as she heard Daniels gasp behind her and stand up again. He was certainly eager to get a better look at them. A smile crossed her lips as she felt him tense. She hoped that he was enjoying his bonus, for she certainly was.

She unlaced her britches, and then shivered as she felt Daniels fingers slip inside the waist to pull them down to her ankles, bringing her panties with them. He must surely be getting desperate to be so bold. They were gone for weeks to meet with the rebels, and now they were gone again. He can't have had much, if any, time with his wife. Doubt hit her then, as she thought about Daniels' spouse. She really shouldn't be teasing him like this, it wasn't fair to his family.

Jeanette climbed into the tub and sunk into the warm water. "Mmm that feels so good." She realized how that sounded after she said it, but it was so true. The hot water felt amazing on her tired, aching muscles. "Thank you Daniels, you have no idea how much I appreciate this."

"It's my pleasure Your Highness. It's the least I can do. You do so much for the commoners; at least I have the chance to pay you back." Daniels looked down at the naked Queen reclining in the water and fought the urge to touch his cock. His cock was hard and straining visibly, embarrassingly, against his pants. He really shouldn't be lusting after the Queen so, but she made it so difficult not to. Even now, as he looked down at her perfect breasts bobbing in and out of the water he thought he might cum from the sight of it.

Jeanette crossed her arms over her chest, not to obstruct his gaze but to rub her shoulders soothingly. "That's kind of you to say. I try, I really do. I only wish more of the Kingdom would focus on all the good I've done, and not on the...salacious stories that fly about."

"People don't believe them, not truly, Your Highness." Daniels blushed as he quickly reassured her. Even though the Queen was remarkably free with her body, he couldn't believe that she would actually lower herself to whore in a common brothel. Especially not back in those days when she was such a sweet innocent girl. Married life might have made her more sexual, but not back then! "Here, let me do that."

Jeanette gasped in surprise as she felt Daniels' hands reach to her shoulders and begin massaging the tight muscles. She lowered her own hands back into the water, groaning in satisfaction as he rubbed her neck and shoulders. Jeanette closed her eyes, sighing softly as she relaxed in the tub.

When the Queen lowered her arms back into the water and revealed her breasts again, Daniels couldn't help but push his hips forward, pressing his cock against the side of the bath through his pants. He started to rub against it, softly stroking his cock against the hard wall as he massaged the Queen. Daniels still didn't know what possessed him to be so bold, but seeing her fair, naked shoulders so open on display called out for his touch. Or perhaps he just wanted her to lower her arms again so he could see her tits unimpeded.

Jeanette wondered if her mother ever let a servant massage her shoulders while she bathed. Somehow she doubted her mother let even female servants attend her in the bath. She would certainly be scandalized to see her now. Jeanette sighed, pushing thoughts of her mother from her mind as she relaxed beneath the fingers of her footman.

"Your Highness, if I may..." Daniels stopped short.

"Yes? What is it Daniels? You may ask."

"I was just wondering, Your Highness, what it is...I mean, what is it about orc men that attracts you so?" Daniels fingers travelled around her neck, stroking to down to her collarbone as he massaged, before he lost the nerve to go further and moved them back up to her shoulders again.

Jeanette flushed at the forwardness of the question, at the whole situation really. Here she was, bathing naked while Daniels rubbed her and asked her about her sex life. She didn't think he was so attentive back in the castle, so being with her in such close proximity in the field must really be getting to him. "I..." Jeanette had to pause, to think about how to answer. "I like that they are aggressive, or rather, assertive. They take what they want, they don't hem and haw and equivocate."

When she felt his fingers tense on her shoulders, she realized that was the wrong thing to say. She was all but daring him to go further. She had just resolved not to tease him, and here she was making things worse. A sigh of relief escaped her when she felt Daniels relax again and resume rubbing her arms. At least he isn't feeling so bold that he's willing to try his luck, that's something. Perhaps I should push him to relieve himself, which might at least let him calm down and regain more self-control.

"That's good enough Daniels. Please lay out a fresh change of clothes, and then you can take those and...clean them." Jeanette sank into the water a little deeper, cursing herself for having hesitated on those last two words. It certainly impregnated importance on them and she was sure he'd picked up on it.

"Yes Your Highness, I already have it set out." Daniels scooped up her clothes and quickly exited the tent.

Jeanette waited a moment, and then looked around. Sure enough, she could faintly see the outline of his body through the fabric of the tent as the sun shone down on it. He's watching me, she thought. Just as I knew he would.

Jeanette sat up higher in the tub, so that her breasts were clearly visible if you looked in. I'll tease him just this once, so he can relieve himself, she thought. It will be a nice bonus for him. Jeanette cupped her breasts and started to rub them. Her long, soft fingers stroked and massaged the bountiful flesh, dimpling the skin as she imagined her husband's massive grey hands encasing them. It had been so long since she'd felt his touch. She wanted him so badly. Kat and Gorath were a nice diversion, but with them she felt like an extra, an outsider. Being with them was a balm, but seeing them together made her long for what she had with Turogg.

Little tremors ran through her body as Jeanette gasped when she pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her body the way Turogg would. She thought of the way his tusks scraped against her skin when he nibbled on her breasts, and moved one hand down beneath the water. She teased the fingertip over her clitoral hood, and gasped in surprise to find her little nub already engorged. Jeanette wished he were here now, to push his member inside her. To fuck her hard and fast, to ravish her like only he could.

Water splashed around her, dripping down her flesh as Jeanette rose out of the water and bent over the side, flashing her ass at where she thought Daniels was. She spread her legs, so he could see her pussy as well. The Queen thrust three fingers inside herself, and started to pump them in and out rapidly as she imagined Turogg fucking her right there in the tub. "Ah...that's it...that's it my love, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

She shook her hips, grinding into her hand as the other one continued to grasp and claw at her breast. She rubbed it hard, kneading it firmly as she fingered herself faster. She pushed the digits inside herself so hard that her knuckles slapped her labia, smacking it again and again as she groaned in need.

Her thoughts drifted towards Daniels, and the thought of him jerking his cock while watching her sent a shiver down her spine. He was probably sniffing her underwear too, while she put herself on display for him. A thrill of exhilaration swept through her as she fingered herself for him, and she began to picture him there in the tent, watching as Turogg fucked her.

In her mind's eye, his hand was pumping the cock faster, in time with Turogg's thrusts. She moved her hand from her breast to touch her clit, and started to stroke it furiously while she finger-fucked herself. "Mmmm...oh yes, that's it, don't stop. Keep going...oooooh! So close!" Her loud moans resounded in the tent as her pleasure built up, swelling inside her loins as she got ready to explode.

Shockwaves crashed through the Queen as her climax washed over her, and she shook and shuddered in ecstasy. Jeanette cried out in pleasure, squeezing her hand firmly between her legs as the walls of her pussy convulsed around the fingers, clenching them tightly inside. She continued to twist and turn them while rubbing her clit, until the little button was so sensitive that she had to rip her hand away. 

Water rose around Jeanette as she sunk back into the tub, panting for breath. She basked in the aftermath of her climax for several moments while she recovered. When she turned to look for Daniels shadow, it was gone. Jeanette then rose from the tub again to get dressed. That will settle that, she hoped.

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Susannah huddled close to the fire, eager to warm up now that it was lit. They weren't allowed to light fires at night, since it would be visible from too far off. Susannah had to wait until first light to start the fire, Duchess or no. Though it was still summer, the nights were cold in their camp in the Lyskean Mountains. The peaks reached higher here between Heste and Thesta than they did in Zentara. Where the mountain range reached in Haverset, between Zentara and Sandora, the peaks were much lower, almost to the point of becoming hills.

Venison roasted over the crackling fire, and Susannah carefully turned it to evenly cook the meat. At least, she hoped she was equally cooking it. She had never had to cook anything before, but it was now one of her duties in the camp. Since she couldn't very well do any fighting, or really, even all that much moving, she took over some of the more domestic duties for the men. After she was done cooking breakfast, she would have to go wash their clothing in the stream, and then collect water to bring back to camp.

That was a duty she tried to put off as long as possible, as she always wound up soaking wet. At least later in the day it was warmer and easier to dry off. Hopefully she would be able to put off the demands of the men until midday. Better yet, hopefully they would leave early this morning and give her the day to herself. Susannah was grateful that they had taken her in, but the men could be rough and demanding, and they didn't treat her the way she was used to being treated.

Tristan was the bright spot in her life here among the rebels. Though he could be cold and brusque sometimes, he was under a lot of stress so Susannah forgave him. It wasn't easy leading this group, trying to find the other bands, and then to make contact with Jeanette's army when the Queen finally landed in the Duchy. If he needed to vent sometimes, it was the least she could do to allow him to vent on her. After all, he had saved her, and rescued her and her baby from the castle where they surely would have been killed.

A tremor ran down her spine as she felt a pair of eyes on her. She pulled her shirt down lower to cover her bottom as one of the men walked past. Susannah flushed, embarrassed at the absurdity of it. The pants she wore were far more concealing than what she wore for Bodak before the war. But now, here, it was more real. Back then, a man might look at her, but there was no way they would ever touch. Here, she was not so sure.

It didn't take long to remove the meat once she thought it was done. Luckily, there was plenty of game in the hills and the surrounding forest. The invasion from Heste had driven a lot of the wildlife into higher grounds, and the Hesten soldiers never came this far up. Susannah winced a she began cutting up the meat. Her fingers were raw and red from the hard work of washing their clothes and preparing their food. The flames often licked her knuckles as she cooked the meat, and using rocks to scrub their clothes made blisters on her fingers.

"Susannah! Is the food ready yet?" Tristan's voice barked at her from across the small camp. "We need to be gone within the hour if we're to catch Connor's forces as they march south." Susannah smiled at him and fed him a strip of venison. "It's a little dry, at least, on one side."

"I'm sorry Tristan, I'll get better in time."

Tristan smiled at her after a moment. "Of course you will my dear." 

Her heart fluttered as Tristan leaned in to kiss her. It was incredibly inappropriate, but she welcomed it nonetheless. Though he was lowborn, she found him incredibly attractive and admired the way he was able to rise above his birth and lead the group of men. 

Their bodies pressed against one another as he held her tight, his tongue exploring her mouth as they kissed. Susannah moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as his hands wandered over her body. "Ah...Tristan, please, not here in the open."

Tristan looked around with a grin as he cupped her breast, kneading it openly. "It's nothing they haven't seen before, right boys?" Some of the nearby men laughed as they got their meal, grinning as they watched their leader feel up the Duchess.

Flushing deeply, Susannah shivered and looked up at Tristan. "B-besides, you only have an hour, as you said."

Tristan laughed again. "I think I can make do with an hour! Come on Susannah, remind me what I have to come back to! Give me a sweet send off, eh?"

Susannah's face turned scarlet as Tristan led her into the woods. There wasn't really room for privacy in the camps; they slept under tarps and on top of blankets. They didn't have a tent they could make love privately in, so the best they could hope for was a secluded spot in the forest. Her first time with him had been magical. He took her to a special spot, and they made love on the bank of a pond beneath a waterfall. They had to move further away from that spot, though, and as the war got more intense, Tristan didn't have the time to take her far away from camp.

They didn't walk for more than a few moments before he turned her and pressed her back against a tree. He kissed her deeply again, and another tremor ran through her. She kissed him back eagerly, breathing harder as her hands rubbed against his chest and slid down his stomach. Tristan groped her back eagerly, playing with her breasts and squeezing the nipples between his fingers.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 07



Her heart beat faster as he lifted off her shirt, baring her tits to the cool morning air. Susannah gulped audibly as she felt herself go topless outdoors, and she looked back at the camp, nervous that one of the others would be able to see her. Tristan took the opportunity to turn her all the way around, so that she faced the tree. She gasped in pain when her injured hands grasped the bark of the tree to steady herself, but she still stuck out her hips towards her lover.

Tristan quickly yanked the pants down to her ankles, and she stepped one foot out and spread her legs for him. Her panting got louder as she heard him unlace his breeches, and felt his hard shaft start to rub against her nether lips. She moaned softly as their heat joined together, and shuddered in delight as she felt his cock start to slide more smoothly between her legs as it gathered up the moisture from her sex.

"You're already so wet for me, aren't you Susannah? We're such a good match, your body responds so perfectly to mine. We were made for each other, you and I." Tristan's hot breath washed over the back of her neck as he kissed the base of her skull, one hand reaching around to cup and fondle her breast while the other guided his stiff cock into her waiting body.

Soft cries carried on the wind as she moaned in pleasure at the feeling of his shaft sliding inside. He wasn't as big as Bodak of course, but it still felt good to feel him push inside her, to have their bodies become one. Susannah eagerly grinded back against him, working her hips around his cock as she pushed back against his thrusts.

Laughter made her tense up, and she realized that if she could still hear the men from the camp, they could probably hear her moans. She shuddered in embarrassment, but as she bit on her lower lip to stifle another cry, Tristan pinched her nipple with one hand while stroking her clit with the other. The dual attack, combined with a powerful thrust made her abandon her resolve to stay quiet and forced her to moan again, even louder than before.

Tristan didn't give her time to recover, and immediately started to thrust inside her faster. His shaft pushed through her folds, rubbing the sensitive inner walls of her pussy again and again. His hips clapped against her backside, each strong impact making her cry out again.

Jolts of pleasure coursed through her veins as his cock pumped in and out of her. Susannah whimpered as her bare breast was pushed against the tree, and roughly rubbed against the bark as she writhed at his touch. She continued to buck back into him, dancing against his body as she rode the pleasure his stiff prick gave her.

"That's it, you love it don't you Susannah? Say it, tell me you love it, tell me you love me!" Tristan grunted in pleasure as Susannah's cunt swallowed up his cock, squeezing it lovingly again and again each time he thrust it inside her. 

"I do! I love it Tristan! I love you! Please don't stop!" Susannah moaned hotly for him as she confessed the words, her heart beating a mile a minute. She smacked her ass harder on his hips, squeezing her inner walls around his dick. The myriad sensations assaulting her from all angles made her head swim. His hand on her breast, her breast on the tree, his cock smashing in and out, in and out over and over again made her crazy with pleasure.

"Heh, you're a dirty little Duchess aren't you? But you're my dirty little Duchess. We make a great team together my love. Don't you worry, I'll take care of you, and your baby, just the way you need!" Tristan wrapped his arm around her and stroked her stomach with one hand as the other groped her breast. His panting got louder, and his grunts more guttural as Tristan neared his climax. His hips became a blur from the rapid pace of his thrusts.

The sound of their fucking reverberated through the forest, culminating in their joined cries as Tristan shot his load deep inside her and she climaxed hard around his dick. Her walls convulsed, squeezing his shaft to milk out all his seed as he pumped it into the noble woman. When his orgasm abated, Tristan slumped forward, pinning Susannah against the tree. They lay there, panting for breath and recovering from their climaxes as the men from the camp applauded, cheering their chief's prowess.

Susannah whimpered, embarrassed even more now that she was coming down from her climax. She nuzzled against Tristan, trying to snuggle up against him but he pulled away.

"That was just what I needed Susannah." Tristan fixed his pants and smacked the Duchess playfully on her backside, and gave her rump a squeeze. "You can bet I'll be hurrying back to you tonight." He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "See if you can scrounge up berries or nuts in the forest while we're away. The venison is great, but we could use a little more variety. Clean and dry my blanket too, it's starting to smell a little from your nightly visits, and I wouldn't want to make it easy for a hound to find us, eh?" Tristan grinned and began walking back to the camp.

Susannah sighed, watching him go. She then pulled up her pants, and looked around for her shirt. When she found it, she pulled that on as well and quickly returned to the camp. She couldn't meet anyone's eyes when she returned, but she could feel their smirks and lingering gazes. She grabbed Tristan's blankets and the clothes that were left for her and hurried towards the stream. She needed to hurry up if she were going to finish her chores before they got back.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 08



Author's Note: I didn't get as much done this week as I wanted because I ran out of time and I wanted to finish this chapter. I promise that the next chapter will have a lot more action and sex, as well as some non-consensual orc sex that I know a lot of people have been asking for. I can't promise that it will be next week since I am beginning to get burned out, but I will do my best. By my count I've written over 60,000 words in the last eight weeks or so which I don't think is sustainable. If I kept up this pace I'd have written almost the entire Lord of the Rings series and more than any of the Song of Fire and Ice or Wheel of Time books in a single year. At some point I'll probably have to go to an every other week schedule especially if I continue being busy with other things. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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The Hesten lines scrambled as they tried to form up for battle. Jeanette beamed with satisfaction as her own forces swept across the field to attack. The Hestens numbered five hundred, maybe, but they were spread out encircling the castle. There was no way they would be able to gather their strength before the Death's Head Riders and the orc troops she'd collected so far fell upon them. Katerei and Gorath led the charge, while Jeanette stayed back with her personal guard, which now numbered one hundred mounted orcs. They would serve as a reserve, should one be needed, but also as a pursuit force if the commander of the besiegers tried to flee.

Heavy infantry managed to form a square, which held up after withering bow fire from her mounted raiders. Her own forces weren't heavy enough to smash the enemy formation, so when her orcs crashed into the heavy infantry the forces split around the unit like water flowing around a rock. Jeanette's army had the weight of numbers, and she had no doubt that the resistance would soon be enveloped and crumble.

The Hesten commander must have come to the same conclusion, since he recalled the forces on the far side of the castle and began to retreat. "This is our chance, let's cut them off before they escape!" Jeanette signaled Vrenchak, and her guard began to charge at the fleeing Hestens.

The battle raged to her right as she rode past the castle to close on the fleeing Hestens. Her guard wheeled around the castle, Jeanette and Vrenchak leading the charge. A flurry of arrows from her mounted orcs rained down on their retreating foes, and Jeanette saw several fall to the ground dead. They didn't get the commander though; she spotted him when he suddenly turned and led his forces in a tight circle, form a wedge, and charge right back at them.

It was a trap, she realized. They were trying to draw her out, hoping to kill or capture her and end the war. Hesten bowmen fire a volley of arrows at them, but her guard closed ranks to block the attack as they charged beneath it. Her guard slung their bows and unslung their spears as they reached the charging infantry. This group wasn't as tightly formed as the heavy infantry on the other side of the castle, and her riders trampled through them. Jeanette's guards formed a tight ring around her as they stabbed and cut the enemy commander's men. 

A pained cry made Jeanette look to the right, and she saw an arrow sticking through Vrenchak's shoulder. Jeanette spotted the Hesten commander atop a horse nocking another arrow. Jeanette raised the hand crossbow given to her by the Elfen King and aimed it at the commander. Without thinking she pressed the trigger, sending the bolt flying. The well-made Elfen weapon shot true, and the shaft slammed through the commander's chain shirt and buried in his chest, knocking him off the horse.

Before she could reload, a young spearman broke through the ring of guards and jabbed the tip of his spear at her. She jerked back to avoid it and drew Peace Bringer from its sheathe. A more experienced fighter might have gone for her horse, but the youth was an untrained levy, dreaming only of the glory of slaying the evil queen. She slashed the spear at her, and then jabbed it again. As he did so, she turned her horse, knocking him off balance and then chopped down with the sword, cleaving it into the man's skull.

Her guard reformed the protective circle and then broke through the knot of resistance. I just killed two people, she thought numbly. Well, maybe one and a half. The commander was stirring, and he tried to rise to his feet. He didn't make it, instead falling back to the ground. He tried to call out to his men, but his voice was too weak after being wounded. Instead, the last of their besiegers threw down their weapons and began to run.

The fleeing foot soldiers were easy targets for the spears of her mounted orcs, and many more got cut down as they ran. As Jeanette and her troopers pursued the Hestens around the castle, she looked back to the main battle and saw the square melting away. The heavy infantry were being pushed back against the walls of the castle with nowhere left to run.

Too many horses were without riders though. We're taking far more casualties than we should, she thought. Jeanette sheathed her sword and reloaded her crossbow. "Vrenchak, signal the men to break off pursuit. We're going to rejoin the main battle. And be sure to have someone collect their commander, I want him taken prisoner and tended to."

"Yes Your Highness!" A few moments later, a horn blast brought her guards back, and the group turned towards the castle to attack the rear of the remaining Hestens. Jeanette spurred her horse forward, and soon her forces were attacking the remaining Hestens from the rear. She cut through several until she came upon Kat, who was bashing a helmet into a Hesten's skull with her mace.

"Fancy seeing you here Your Highness! I'd say you missed out on all the fun, but it looks like you've seen some of it yourself. I'd say we're just about done here. I don't think they have much fight left in them."

Jeanette looked around the battlefield, and sure enough Kat's words were being proven true. The remaining Hestens were throwing down their weapons and surrendering. "A great victory. But not too costly, I hope. Take a tally of the dead and wounded and let me know where we stand. Get a count of the prisoners too, and rounding them up to be put in the castle dungeon. They should be safe there for the rest of the war. I'll go see who is in charge in the castle and get things ready for you."

Jeanette rode to the front of the castle, which quickly opened its gates for her and her guard. When she entered, she immediately noticed that the soldiers of the garrison were all old men or young boys. Apparently the fighting men were all gone. That was disappointing, but not unexpected. They would remain here for a few days to see if any more soldiers showed up, and then continue on.

A young woman with a swollen, pregnant belly came out of the central keep to greet her. She looked vaguely familiar to Jeanette, but the Queen couldn't quite place where she'd seen her before. She was pretty, with the long, light brown hair and a fair complexion. The long, blue velvet dress she wore suggested that she was a noble, and probably the lady of the castle. Either her lord didn't insist on the 'new' way of dressing, or the lady went back to more traditional fashion after her husband went to war.

"Welcome, Your Highness. Thank you for lifting the siege." The young pregnant woman smiled at Jeanette. "Food has been scarce of late, and as you can see, I need all the food I can get." She laughed softly.

"It's my pleasure. King Connor may have started this war but I intend to finish it. Forgive me, are you the lady of the castle?"

The woman looked at her a moment, and then nodded and curtsied. "Lady Anne Grintok, Countess of Suzden."

Color flooded Jeanette's cheeks as she remembered where she knew Lady Anne from. The last she saw of the woman, she was being given away as a slave wife to one of Turogg's lieutenants during the victory celebration after they defeated the Hesten army. "Ah, yes of course, Countess Suzden. You're looking well. I hope everything really is well for you? Not counting the war, of course."

"Well enough, Your Highness. I have hearth and home, and five lovely children. Soon to be six, of course." Anne tittered softly. 

Jeanette was relieved to see her smile. Despite the roughness she might have experienced in the beginning, it seemed that Anne had eventually made peace, and even found a way to be happy in her circumstance. Jeanette hoped that Susannah would be able to say the same once she saw her again. "I'm glad to hear it. Five children!" Jeanette smiled broadly. "You're truly blessed. I have six myself, and they are all a bundle of trouble. But of course I wouldn't give them back for anything."

"Nor I, Your Highness. Will you be staying in the castle long? I'm afraid I don't have provisions adequate to play a proper host to a royal visitor."

"Do not worry about it, Lady Anne. We will stay only a day or two, no more. We've also brought our own supplies, which we will be happy to share. I have heard how food is running short in the Duchy, so we've brought in fresh supplies from Zentara. We will be sure to restock your larder before we depart."

Anne smiled gratefully at that. "We appreciate your generosity, Your Highness."

"There is something you can do for me, though. We have many wounded soldiers that need to be tended to, and prisoners to keep in your dungeons." 

"Of course, Your Highness. I shall see to your wounded men personally, and ensure that the prisoners are kept under guard." Anne turned to her steward and nodded, sending him off to make the necessary preparations.

Kat rode up beside Jeanette, a grim expression on her face. "Your Highness, we've lost forty-eight men killed or too wounded to travel, and taken twenty-two prisoners."

"Forty-eight men? They fought hard, then. We cannot afford to take such losses, not if we intend to build up a force strong enough to fight the army at the Pass." Jeanette looked back to Anne. "Lady Anne, is there a room where I can meet with my captains and freshen up?"

"Of course, Your Highness. My chambers have a solar which will serve, I'll have them prepared immediately."

"Thank you, Countess. I'm sure they will be perfect. And please, I would love to meet your children, say before supper tonight?" Jeanette smiled kindly at Anne. She was eager to meet them. She missed her own children desperately, and this was as close as she was probably going to get to them for a long while.

"They will be thrilled to meet you I'm sure, Your Highness." Anne curtsied again and left to make sure everything was ready.

"Wonderful. Kat, please make sure the prisoners are taken to the dungeon, and then get Gorath and meet me in the solar so we can plan our next move." Jeanette sent Kat off, and then smiled as Daniels entered the castle with several carts of food and other supplies. He blushed when he saw her, and averted his eyes. "Welcome, Daniels. The Countess of Suzden is preparing her chambers for me, please find her steward and work with him to get the carts unloaded and the solar ready for a war council."

"Yes Your Highness." Daniels muttered softly, and then went off to follow the instructions. Despite her efforts at getting him relief, things didn't really seem any better with him. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He wasn't as bold as he was, but things were certainly more awkward than they were. One step forward, two steps back it seemed.

Wounded soldiers were brought into the castle, and Jeanette spent some time visiting and tending to their wounds while she waited for her room to be made ready. The enemy commander was still unconscious, and Jeanette hoped to interrogate him if he woke up before they had to leave. Meanwhile, the Hesten camp was being searched for any orders that might give her a clue as to what King Connor was intending.

Kat and Gorath met her a short time later, and the trio went to Anne's solar for their meeting. Vrenchak was left to set up camp for their little army and oversee the movement of prisoners and the search of the Hesten camp.

"There are about two hundred orcs in the area that should be here to join us soon, at least according to the Duchess. Her husband Hodnig is among them. They've been supplying the castle through the siege and raiding the Hestens." Kat grunted as Gorath helped her out of the chain shirt and leather cuirass.

"Excellent. Hopefully they will know of other bands that will be able to join up with us." A smile crossed her lips as Gorath moved to her and helped her out of her armor as well. Jeanette rolled her shoulders as the orc's strong hands pressed down into the muscles and began to massage them.

"If we continue at pace, we will reach the Lyskean Pass in another three weeks." Gorath's deep, guttural words washed over his ear as he bent over the Queen. 

"Mmm...excellent. It sounds as if everything is in order then." Jeanette purred as Gorath wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts, squeezing them firmly in his hands. Kat moved in front of the Queen and kissed her on the lips, and then slowly knelt before her and pulled down Jeanette's pants.

Soft lips pressed against Jeanette's inner thighs as Kat gently pushed them apart. "You did well today, Your Highness. Now it's time for your reward..." Kat lightly dragged her teeth over Jeanette's soft flesh while her dexterous fingers untied the Queen's panties and pulled them off as well.

Calloused hands lifted her shirt above her breasts, exposing them briefly before the orc covered them with his hands, caressing them directly now as he nuzzled the side of her neck with his tusks. "A very special reward." His thick fingers pinched Jeanette's nipples, making her gasp out loud. Gorath grunted in pleasure as the Queen rubbed her pert rear eagerly against his crotch.

Shivers of excitement rippled through Jeanette's body as she felt Kat's breath wash over her now naked sex. Gor's strong grey hands felt wonderful on her sensitive tits, and she didn't know whether to push against the woman between her legs or the orc behind her. Jeanette wanted it all at once, but in her excitement she hardly knew where to begin.

The decision was soon made for her when Katerei firmly gripped Jeanette's hips and brought her face between the Queen's legs. She licked at Jeanette's wet slit, tracing up and down between the nether lips with the tip as she sampled the Queen's nectar. Kat's soft moans made her lips vibrate against Jeanette's, and her tongue began to flick faster up and down the Queen's crevice.

Gorath's cock hardened as Jeanette grinded against him, and he thrust his hips back to rub the stiff shaft all over her firm backside. The muscular orc gripped her bountiful tits more firmly, spreading them apart and then pushing them together as he rolled them over his palms. He loved the way the Queen's body responded to him; how eagerly she surrendered to the pleasure and how sensuously her body writhed in his grasp.

Heat exuded from her flesh as Jeanette squirmed between her two lovers. Jeanette reached back with her hand to untie Gorath's pants, loosening them enough to allow her to reach in and grab his cock. The cork-screwed flesh was hot in her palm, and she hungrily squeezed and rubbed it as she freed it from his pants. "Aaah, give me your cock. I need your big orc dick inside me!" Jeanette purred eagerly as she rubbed the slanted head of his prick between her pert, smooth asscheeks.

As Jeanette gave in to the pleasure, Kat slid her hands down the Queen's hips to spread her labia apart. She gazed lustily at the pink folds, and then pushed her tongue between them, thrusting it in and out as the muscle twisted and turned, rubbing all over Jeanette's slick inner flesh. She pushed her fingertips against Jeanette's clit as she held the Queen's sex open, rubbing the soft button to increase the pleasure as her tongue curled upwards to make a scooping motion deep into Jeanette's pussy.

"You want it inside you, Your Highness? You want my big, thick, orc dick splitting you open?" Gorath looked down at Kat over Jeanette's shoulder, their eyes briefly meeting. "Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it!"

As Gorath spoke, Kat pulled her tongue out from Jeanette's pussy and wrapped her lips around the Queen's clit. She suckled it softly while she flicked it back and forth with the tip of her tongue, rubbing in quickly. Kat moved her hands to Jeanette's backside and squeezed her cheeks firmly around the head of Gorath's cock as the orc pushed forward into them.

"Mmmm!" Jeanette quivered as she felt Kat's tongue skillfully dance over her clit. Although she had performed such on Kat many times while Gorath was fucking her, this was the first time the woman had returned the favor. It felt as wonderful as Kat had made it sound, and soon she was echoing the warrior woman with her own moans of pleasure. "Ah, I want it so bad! I need to be fucked! I need your thick cock inside me! Fuck me please! Fuck my ass!" Jeanette cried out wantonly as she felt the slanted tip of Gorath's cock poke and prod against her tight anal ring.

His cockhead pushed a little more firmly against the anal ring, and then pulled back from it. Instead, Gorath slide it between Jeanette's thigh, rubbing against her wet nether lips as Kat continued to flick the Queen's clit with her tongue. "Is that what you really want, my Queen? All these weeks, all these months you've not had a cock fuck your cunt the way it needs. Wouldn't you rather I shoved my big orc prick deep inside your pussy? To stuff it the way you've been craving?"

"I know how jealous you've been, Your Highness, of the way he's been fucking me. We know you want it for yourself. Just say the word, and it will be." Kat purred seductively and resumed suckling on Jeanette's clit. Her lips stroked the sides of the button as her tongue lashed it back and forth, sweeping atop and below the nub, covering it all over with her clit as she lapped it all over.

Shudders ripped through Jeanette as their words resounded in her head. They were right, she did want it. But she mustn't! The Queen's hot pants filled the room as she quivered in need. She squeezed her thighs around Gorath's cock and stroked it with her legs as she grinded her pussy along the top of the shaft. Her gyrating hips thrust forward into Kat's lips, trying to rub against them harder. But each time she did, Katerei slowed the motions of her tongue to deny her the heightened pleasure she was seeking. "Nnng! I can't! Ah!"

Gorath scraped his tusks up along Jeanette's neck to her cheek, and then licked it slowly as he pulled on her breasts. "You can. You have seen me with Kat. I will pull out of you and spill my seed elsewhere. No one will have to know. You can do it, you can have my cock plugging your cunt today, now if you just give the word!"

Jeanette opened her mouth to protest, but when Kat began licking her clit furiously again all that escaped the Queen's lips was an ecstatic groan of pleasure. She started to shake uncontrollably as she approached her release, but before she found the edge Kat slowed her motions and then pulled off her clit, leaving only a string of saliva connecting them. 

Three fingers parted Jeanette's folds and pushed inside, slowly moving in and out at a torturous pace. "Think of how much better his cock would feel, Your Highness. Say that word and he'll thrust deep inside you, again and again until you melt away in bliss!"

"Mmm! D-don't stop! I command you to make me cum!" Jeanette squealed in desire as she thrust her hips, frantically humping the fingers inside her.

The fingers pulled out as Gorath reached around and grasped his throbbing cock. He began to slap his dick against Jeanette's wet pussy lips, and roll the slanted tip of his prick against the inner folds. "We're your servants, Your Highness, but we do what you need to be done, not what you want to be done. You need to be filled, you need to be fucked, and when you admit it you'll get what you really need!"




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 08



Undulations rocked Jeanette as she yearned to give in. She was so hot, so horny, that she needed to be fucked immediately or she feared she might die. His cock felt so good against her pussy; the thickness of it and the strange, inhuman bands wrapping around the meat. She did need it inside her; not just in her ass, but rubbing against the wondrously sensitive walls of her pussy. "Y-yes! Just put it in me! Fuck my pussy!"

Quick to obey, Gorath lifted Jeanette high enough for Kat to line his cock up with her nether lips, and even spread them apart for him so he could drop her back down on his cock. He groaned in satisfaction at the way her hot, wet insides wrapped around his cock. Her ass was hot and tight, but her juicy cunt was a pleasure unto itself. Gorath immediately began to thrust his hips, fucking her vigorously as he bounced her atop his shaft.

The skilled tongue of the warrior woman returned to the Queen's slit, eagerly licking upward from the joining of Jeanette and Gorath's bodies to the Queen's swollen clit. Her tongue flicked up and down, and then side to side until she felt Jeanette convulse above her.

Jeanette's hips jerked back and forth as the first climax rolled through her. Gorath's powerful pistoning hips didn't stop moving though, and continued to roughly fuck her even as she exploded in climax around him. The walls of her cunt gripped his thick, cork-screwed cock firmly, latching on and refusing to let go as she quivered in delight.

The large orc struggled to contain himself as he felt the Queen undulating on his cock. The wanton way in which she gripped his cock made him want to give in and loose himself right there. Gorath wanted to pull out of her and surrender to his climax, but he also didn't want to stop fucking Jeanette. Instead, he slowed his motions and moved one hand to cup her breast again. His slower thrusts allowed him to back off the edge of his climax slightly, and prolong the pleasure they were both enjoying.

Katerei grinned to herself as she held Jeanette's clit between her teeth, applying just the smallest amount of pressure. Gorath's thrusts and the Queen's own undulations made the flesh pull taut, and sent tiny shockwaves of pain through Jeanette even as she wallowed in the bliss that Gorath's cock provided. As her tongue swiped back and forth, she looked up again, searching for the orc's eyes to give him the go ahead.

"I need to set you down now, Your Highness, it's almost time!" Gorath moved his hands back to Jeanette's hips, squeezing them firmly. Instead of pulling her off his cock, he started to bounce her on his cock again as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

Tiny quakes erupted from her loins as Gorath took hold of her again in his powerful hands and started to work her up and down his cock. Her pleasure started to swell again as his thrusts increased, and her mind swam in a haze of lust. Jeanette's whole body shook and her breasts bounced wildly in the air as the combination of Katerei's tongue and Gorath's cock took her back to the peak of pleasure. "No! No don't stop! I'm so close! Keep going!"

Gorath spared a brief glance at Kat to see the woman grin before his control started to slip, and his hips slammed upwards into Jeanette, his movements a blur as he jerked her up and down on his cock. Her cunt gripped him like a vice, eagerly swallowing his cock again and again as the Queen reveled in the feeling of the first real shaft she'd had inside her in months. "Your Highness! Now! I'm going to cum!"

"I don't care! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaaah!" Jeanette's voice resounded loudly in the room as she screamed in pleasure as another orgasm exploded inside her. She tossed her head back and launched herself into Gorath's chest, resting all her weight on the strong orc as she convulsed in ecstasy.

A triumphant cry erupted from him, and his throbbing cock spewed his load deep inside the Queen, flooding her spasming cunt with his hot seed. He planted it deep in her body, painting her cervix with his load as he packed it in with each powerful thrust. Gorath's fingers wrapped so tight around her hips they might leave bruises as he jerked himself off with her body, milking his shaft until all his load was spent deep inside her.

Gasping for breath, Jeanette collapsed weakly into Gorath, still impaled on his cock. Katerei rose up, her fingertip lightly tapping Jeanette's hypersensitive clit as she pressed into the Queen. Together, Gorath and Kat guided her into Anne's bedchamber and set her down, a look of smug satisfaction on their faces.

****

Susannah cuddled up closer to Tristan as they sat around the fire. Dusk would be here soon and they would have to douse the flames, but for now she intended to get as warm as possible. She had just made love with him again, and was still flush from the encounter. Susannah intended to retain that heat for as long as possible.

"Tell me again what the rider said!" She begged Tristan.

"Again, my sweet?" Tristan chuckles softly. "The Queen has landed with a small force and seized the port town of Tranor. She's rallying the orc bands in Braden and is marching towards the Lyskean Pass, hoping to catch the Hestens there in a pincer attack from both sides."

Susannah grinned, happy at the prospect that the war might be ending soon. Or at least, she thought, the part of the war where I have to live on this mountain. "When will we be joining her?"

"Not yet, not for some time. We're cut off from the Lyskean Pass by the soldiers King Connor has been marching south. We're going to move southwards though, to get a better position on the road between the Pass and Wareg, so we can ambush any reinforcements coming down, or and soldiers retreating north. We'll join up with the Royal Army when they move on Wareg after the battle."

"How long do you think that will be?" 

"It's hard to say, sweetness. I imagine it will be another three or four weeks until she reaches the Pass, and then maybe another week to make it to where we'll be. Call it a month and you'll be back with Her Highness." Tristan grinned at Susannah. "But hopefully you won't be leaving my arms when the time comes."

"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it Tristan. You've been wonderful throughout this whole thing. You saved me and my baby from King Connor, and I'll be sure to let the Queen know it." Susannah smiled tremulously at Tristan and rested her face on his shoulder.

"I'm sure the Queen won't have time to hear about common men like me."

"Not so common, Tristan! Don't say that. You've done great things not only for me, but also for the Queen and you deserve the credit. I'll make sure you get it too, the Queen will listen to me." Susannah kissed Tristan on the cheek while her lover looked into the fire with a satisfied smile on his face.

As they sat by the fire, a group of men spoke furtively on the other side of camp, and after a moment they approached Tristan and Susannah. The apparent leader of the group was a lean, wiry man that Susannah always thought must have been a cutthroat before the war. He went by the name of Declan, and was one who always laughed the loudest and stared the longest when she was with Tristan in camp. "Hey chief, there's something we need to talk about."

Tristan looked up at Declan and the others, passively retaining his seat on the log. "Oh yeah? What about?"

"It ain't fair that's what. We're supposed to be equals here, all of us. So why is it you get the only piece of tail in camp? When do we get women?"

Susannah shivered at the way Declan looked at her as he spoke. It seemed like there was only one woman he was interested in.

"We can't have a whole village of women up in these hills, you know that. It'd slow us down and attract too much attention." Declan's response came easy, as if he was expecting something like this.

"So what, we can only afford to have one and your girl is it? That's nice and convenient! As big as she is you can't say she doesn't slow us down!" 

"Don't talk about me as if I'm not here, Declan! I pull my weight in this camp, or do you want to do all the cooking and the cleaning? If you think you can manage it, it would certainly take time away from your complaining!" Susannah glared up at the rogue angrily. His comment on her size had struck a nerve. Even living in the mountains on a more restricted diet hadn't slowed the rate at which her belly was growing.

Declan continued on, ignoring the Duchess. "And don't get me started on not attracting attention, your wench screams like a banshee! It's a wonder you haven't brought the whole Hesten army down on top of us!"

Susannah flushed deeply at his words. As inappropriate and insulting as they were, she knew there was a ring of truth to them. But surely Tristan wouldn't allow him to speak of her like that!

Tristan remained in his seat, looking up serenely at Declan. "Well which is it you want? What are you complaining about, that you want a woman or you're worried about the one that's already here?"

Declan seemed confused for a moment as he tried to untangle what Tristan was saying. "We want women! We've been stuck up here for months without and it's time we got some relief!"

"Well, having a whole gaggle of females up here 'screaming like banshees' isn't going to help matters, is it?"

"Then we want yours! Stop hogging her all to yourself and let us have a go at her!" The other men spoke up in agreement, their eyes turning to Susannah lecherously.

"I'm not some camp follower to be passed around! I'm the Duchess of this land!" Susannah tried to stand up as she shouted, but Tristan kept her firmly at his side with his arm around her.

"Duchess? Maybe down there you are, but up here we're all equal! Up here to cook and clean and spread your legs for the chief, now it's time you spread 'em for the rest of us too!"

Susannah spluttered in outrage and finally shot Tristan an angry look. "Tristan! Do something!"

"I don't know, my love, he may have a point. These are all good men who are risking a lot for you. Each of them have families that they've left to come and save your Duchy from the Hestens. Every one of them would be hanged by King Connor if they were found to be harboring you. They've sacrificed much, and maybe it hasn't been right of us to flaunt ourselves in front of them so."

Declan and the others nodded as Susannah gaped at Tristan in disbelief. He couldn't be serious! Yet it seemed he was, as he gazed back at her with a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. Her eyes fell from his, down to the earth for a moment before she looked at Declan and the other men of their band. They were dirty, scraggly, thin, and unkempt. It wasn't an easy life, and she knew that they were all veterans of a dozen engagements.

These past few weeks had been some of the happiest she'd had in years, but none of them were sharing in that. Perhaps they were a bit cruel to flaunt themselves though, but that still didn't mean she owed them anything, let alone her body. "That might be true, and I am sorry if we've made you feel lonely or reminded you of what you've been missing, but even still, I don't think the answer is to, well, let you between my legs."

The men started to shout their objection, but Tristan waved for them to be quiet. "Let me talk to the Duchess alone for a few minutes boys, and we'll get this sorted out." When the men stepped back to the other side of the camp, Tristan leaned over to Susannah and lowered his voice. "You know I love you sweetness, and I won't ever ask you to do something you don't want to do. But you need to know all the facts. Men have needs, and if they don't get them sated they'll become reckless and violent."

"I know about the needs of men, Tristan, but I'm sure you can keep better control over them than that."

"I do, for now. But if the situation carries on, then one night I'll wake up with my throat cut and you'll wake up being pinned down and raped." Tristan looked at her to make up her mind, but his expression said all that she needed to know about what he wanted her to say.

"It's only a month Tristan, you said so yourself. You can keep them at bay that long. I'm sure you can."

"I wish I could say that I could. But you know Declan, the kind of man he is. He won't wait that long, not now that he's made it an issue." Declan continued to stare at her, until her gaze fell to the ground again.

"I, I don't know Tristan..."

"I won't think less of you, Susannah, don't worry about that. It's no big thing, really. None of them want to make love to you. It's just a matter of physical relief. It won't be like what we have, it won't affect what we have." Tristan stroked Susannah's arm and leaned over to kiss her temple.

Susannah's heart sank and her shoulders slumped. She couldn't believe that Tristan really wanted her to do it. She loved him, and didn't understand why he would want to share her with the others. But as she loved him she trusted him. He had always protected her. If this is what he thought was best, perhaps she should do it. If Tristan could look past her having been wedded to Bodak, then perhaps he could look past her being with the other men in the camp. "Do you really think it's best, Tristan?"

He stood up, helping Susannah to rise as he did so. "It is, Susannah." Tristan walked her over to where Declan and the men were waiting. "It's not as bad as you think, it really isn't. You'll see."

Declan grinned and reached for Susannah, taking hold of her arm. As the Duchess looked down at the earth, he led her off into the woods, while the men behind him cast lots to see who would go next.

****

Thick plumes of smoke rose from the burning village, blocking out the sun from the Dukes of Haverset and Swetford. They had a good vantage point to observe the men under their command move from hut to hut, setting them ablaze and cutting down any orc who ran out. Frederick, the Duke of Haverset, had taken on a green pallor as the pile of slain children grew in the center of town. The village had been near unprotected, with only a few elderly or lame men available to resist their attack.

Thomas, the Duke of Swetford, seemed unperturbed. Nor did the men seem overly concerned with the plight of the fallen orcs. "It's strange to find all the children unattended. There are hardly any women about. Where are their mothers? Did we miss some in the fields?" 

Frederick looked at Thomas, a grim expression on his face. "If you want to ask one, you'd best do it quickly. There aren't many women left."

Thomas looked down into the village again, staring for several long moments before turning to a rider and giving the order for an orc woman to be brought to him. "It's hardly even a village, really. I'm surprised it was even on the map. Do you suppose that's how they live out in the March? In straw huts surrounded by their goats and pigs?"

"They lived a more nomadic life in the March. The land isn't fertile enough to support permanent grazing, so they are constantly on the move, finding better spots for grazing and raiding each other for livestock and women."

"I bet they wish they were on the move now." Thomas chuckled softly, and then leaned forward, squinting his eyes to try and peer through the haze of smoke. "There we go, I think we've caught us one. Let's see what she has to say, eh?"

A pair of soldiers dragged the female orc to their position, and dropped her carelessly on the ground at their feet. She was large, compared to a human woman, but not nearly as large as an orc male. She wasn't quite as tall as Frederick, but she would have stood above Thomas if the Duke of Swetford were not atop a horse.

One of the soldiers kicked her sharply in the ribs, making her grunt in pain. "Stand up pig! You're before the Duke of Swetford and the Duke of Haverset!"

The orc woman rose to her knees, and looked up to the Dukes. "Gosh'nok! Ik bok feshnez! Hek dor ugazh!"

Thomas snorted in disgust. "It figures the beast doesn't know proper language. So much for that notion, Frederick."

Frederick shot Thomas a dirty look. "She's asking for the lives of her children." Frederick turned back to the soldiers that brought her over. "Did you find children with her?"

"Aye sir, didn't know if you'd want them or not so we kept 'em separate."

"Good. Have them brought over. Go!" The soldiers ran off again and Frederick turned back to the orc woman, addressing her in her own language. "Your children are safe, and will remain so if you answer our questions. Where are the rest of the women?"

The orc woman sobbed in relief at the Duke's words, but it quickly turned to confusion at the question. "All the women are here, great chief."

"There are so few women for a village of this size, there has to be more. Where are the rest of them?"

"All here great chief. All here I swear it!" The orc woman looked panicked, desperate for the Duke to believe her and spare her children.

"There aren't enough women here for the men that must live here. Why aren't there enough for everyone?"

Understanding dawned on the orc woman's face, and she sighed in relief. "Orc men share their women great chief. Only one woman born for every," the orc woman held up her hands, counting her fingers, "for every four hands. Only the strongest orc males get to breed, the rest share in other ways."

A look of disgust crossed Frederick's face and he turned towards Thomas. "She says only one in twenty orcs are born female, and the males share their women with only the strongest males getting to breed."

Thomas chuckled, "Well that's positively barbaric! No wonder they're so angry all the time."

Frederick looked back to the orc woman. "How do your people have so many children with so few women?"

"When orc males mate with human women, it is an even chance if the children come out boy or girl. But when it is a girl, the children come out as with regular orc women, with one female for every four hands."

"That's disgusting. Your people are parasites." Frederick turned back to Thomas. "When an orc male rapes a human woman, the gender of the child has an equal chance of being a boy or a girl. But when the girl grows up her children will have only a one in twenty chance of being female, just as with regular orc women."

"How ghastly! No wonder their appetite for human women is so voracious. I'm more convinced now than ever that we're better off without these animals in Zentara. The sooner they're gone the better it will be for all of us." As Thomas spit out the words, a scout rode up hard beside them.

"Your graces! Orc soldiers are approaching!"

Frederick turned sharply. "How many and how far?"

"I'm not sure Your Grace. Maybe twenty-five thousand. Four days out, maybe three if they ride fast."

Now it was Thomas' turn to look green. "We're outnumbered nearly two to one."

Frederick waved the scout away. "We knew we would be. We wanted to lure them away from the Pass and we did. Now we need to find better terrain and wait for King Connor to come through the Pass and cut him off." Frederick turned towards his aide. "Call back the men and get ready to march. The orcs will be mounted and we're not so we'll have to move quickly if we're going to make it to the Thavesal River before them."

As the aide signaled for the men to reform, Thomas turned to his own aide. "Have the orc wench and her brats brought with us." The Duke of Swetford looked down on the orc woman with a twisted grin. "I wish to question her further."



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 09



Author's note: This chapter is structured a little differently than the others. I sort of wrote myself into a corner with it, and while writing myself out Jeanette's POV became a chapter unto itself. While the rest of Rebellion will probably feature three POV's a chapter, in the future I will probably write only one or two. I like having 4000-5000 words to advance each character's story as opposed to around 2500. Let me know in the comments or through feedback if you prefer shorter chapters that focused on one character or longer chapters focusing on three characters.

*****

A line of soldiers cut through the darkness in single file, winding around the Lyskean Mountains like a steel python. The summer air was thick and vibrant, and the smell of trees and life mingled with the scent of leather and oil. Jeanette led the column along the narrow mountain path, carefully guiding the troop of orcs through the stillness of night. The sound of their heavy boots stomping on the earth was like the staccato of a drum beat, and she knew that they would have to strike quickly as they would not be able to maintain the stealthy approach much longer.

Vrenchak grunted as his foot slipped on the incline lining the narrow path. "How did you find this path, Your Highness? It's darker than a new moon in the dead of winter."

"We cut it during the first war as an escape route, should we need one. It wasn't easy finding it from the Hesten side of the mountains, as you know. There was a day I was sure we'd end up in Ruar rather than the Pass." Jeanette smiled softly, her white teeth flashing in the darkness. The path they were on would lead Jeanette the five thousand orcs behind her directly into the right flank of the Hesten fortifications.

"Lucky for us. We'll put it to good use, and the Hestens will never see it coming. We'll sweep them off the right side of the Pass before they know what's happened, and start pushing our soldiers in from Zentara. Do you think Gorath and Katerei will be able to keep King Connor busy long enough to pull it off? The Hestens are going to outnumber them."

Jeanette flashed another grin. "You're not worried about them, are you captain?"

"Hah!" Vrenchak spit to the ground. "Not in the least. But I still want to win, Your Highness."

"It will depend on how quick Connor is to see what's happening. Hopefully he'll continue to underestimate me and the orcs."

Vrenchak nodded thoughtfully. "Hopefully Your Highness." 

Jeanette and Vrenchak rounded the side of the mount and saw the campfires of the Hesten force beneath them. The Hestens had improved upon the defenses in the Pass, having had several more months to do so than she had back during the first war. "How many do you think there are?"

"On this side? Maybe eight thousand." Vrenchak signaled for the file to get low and the great snake of their column lowered to its belly. "Now comes the hard part; getting the rear of the file to crawl up here with us so we can attack at once."

"You have my leave to attack when ready, Captain." Jeanette's white teeth flashed again in the darkness. "Just don't forget to send the signal when you do."

"I won't Your Highness, don't worry about that. Our army down below in Zentara will know we're here, I guarantee that. They'll know what to do, too." Vrenchak nodded to the Queen, and then began crawling down the path, the other orcs spreading out beside him.

"Good luck." Jeanette whispered to the passing orcs, touching their arms and backs as she sent them on her way. As with the last war, she would hold a command and control position on the slope during the attack, while Vrenchak led the soldiers into battle. As with the last war, she would have to stay high above the battle and watch the carnage unfold as men gave their lives for her. It was going to be a long night.

****

"You ready, lover?" 

"Always ready Kat, you know that." Gorath grinned at Kat while standing above the body of a dead Hesten sentry. As the blood dripped from his axe, the Hestens scurried across the field as they drew up for battle. King Connor was a cautious opponent, and he'd obviously had enough scouts out to make up for those Kat and Gorath had taken care of. 

In the six weeks it took them to march to the Pass, make contact with the Zentaran army on the other side, and for Jeanette to get into position their ranks had swollen to twenty-five thousand. Minus the five thousand with the Queen and that left them twenty thousand men. Gorath had never led an army of that size before, and though the strategy had already been laid out, the tactics of leading that many orcs in one battle was daunting to him, especially since it was going to be a night battle. "How many do you think they have?"

Kat looked across the field, trying to count the campfires. "Not too much more than us. At least, not on the field; he's got more up in the mountains you can bet. I think we can take them."

"What do you think their plan will be?" Gorath looked across the field again. "I see a dozen ways to raid them, but damn me if I know what they will do to defend. I've never seen an army this big before, let alone faced one in battle."

"It'll be alright. They'll probably draw up in squares to defend against our horses, and send their light cavalry out to try and pin us against the mountain. As long as we're fast we can avoid that. Remember, we don't have to beat them, just keep them occupied long enough for the Queen to bring the rest of the army through from Zentara." Kat's eyes were brought up to the sky as a barrage flaming arrows shot out from the side of the mountain. "There it is. Let's go!"

"Alright orcs! The Queen is leading our brothers into battle. Are you going to let them have all the glory?" 

Gorath was answered with a mighty cry, as the legion of orcs under his command shouted, "No!"

"Then follow me! Follow me into battle and follow me to victory! Archers, nock and loose!" Arrows flew above the orc, whizzing through the night sky before raining down on the Hesten soldiers with deadly accuracy. "Forward! Fire at will!" The orc army began to gallop forward, shooting arrows towards the Hesten square. In the darkness, it was hard to see how effective their fire was, but Gorath could tell that the Hesten square wasn't moving.

"There! Gorath, to the right!" Kat pointed to the right, where the Hesten light cavalry was beginning to fan out to try and flank the orc force.

Gorath grabbed his horn and signaled to wheel right. They had to keep ahead of the light cavalry to prevent being caught between them. As the column of horse turned, another volley of withering arrow fire descended upon King Connor's forces. "Shift fire to the cavalry!" Gorath sent another signal to his army, but this time it was met with the blast of a trumpet from the Hesten square.

Gorath looked over to see the square expand and open up. Shields and spears were dropped and bows raised as near an entire army of bowmen began to fire. Arrows slammed all around, sending horse and orc alike smashing to the ground. The anguished cries of his orcs rang through the night as blood and mud splattered in his face. He had led them right into a killing field.

"Gor! We need to get out from under these arrows! They're killing us! They knew right where we'd be the bastards!"

Kat was right, he realized, his heart sinking. He was too predictable with his movement. King Connor must have learned something from the last war because he found a pretty damn good strategy to deal with mounted orc archers. "Close in with the light cavalry. If we take the fight to them they'll have to stop shooting the arrows or risk killing their own men!" Gorath blew the horn again and then spurred the horse, breaking out to the front of the charge and redirecting it directly into the Hesten horsemen.

Slinging his bow, Gorath retrieved his short spear and picked out a target. He took heart in having something familiar to do again. I might not be a great general, but I'm a damn good warrior! He knocked the Hesten's own spear aside and stabbed him through the heart as he rode past, sending him flying from his saddle.

Gorath ripped the spear out of the corpse and let it fall to the ground behind him as he found a new target. He stabbed again, though this one managed to deflect the spear with his shield. Screams of pain and rage and exultation exploded around him as the two armies clashed together.

To his right, he saw Katerei's javelin skewer a rider, and then heard the sickening crunch of a skull shattering as she brained someone with her mace. He quickly brought his attention back before him though as a Hesten warrior swung a longsword at him. The sharp blade cut through the air, and made his arm shake as he blocked the attack with his shield. His forearm felt numb, but it didn't stop him from wheeling around to counterattack. They were too close for him to stab the warrior with his spear, but he was able to pierce the horse's flank, making it rear up and throw the rider. 

Another sickening crunch followed as Gorath's courser crushed the man's face. A flash in the corner of his eye made him swing the spear in a wide arc across his body to slash down the surprised face of another Hesten. The expression drained from his face as the large orc quickly followed up with a powerful thrust into the man's chest.

As more riders surged forward, Gorath lost track of their faces as he cut them down. The battle raged around him beneath the pale light of the moon as he, Kat, and the rest of the orcs forced their way through the Hesten cavalry. "Heh, at least the arrows stopped, eh Kat?" 

Kat grinned as she backhanded a Hesten with her mace, detaching the man's jaw and sending teeth and blood flying. "That they did. Now this is what I call a fight! Her Highness Amelie's going to regret her father keeping her out of this war. But we're going to have a hell of a story to tell her when we get home!"

****

A great cheer went up as the Hesten defenses were overthrown and the army from Zentara charged up the right side of the Pass. Jeanette looked down on the battle with satisfaction as the Hesten defenders fled down the mountain into Braden. Her own forces as caught them completely by surprise and thrown them into disarray. They couldn't stand up to a flanking attack and a frontal assault at the same time.

From her vantage point, it was hard to see what the Hestens were doing on the other side of the Pass, but it was clear there was a bustle of activity. Either they were retreating or getting ready to attack, but either way, they needed to seize the Pass itself so they could strike at the main Hesten force. Below them on the other side of the gate, she could see the Hesten infantry forming up to attack Katerei and Gorath from the rear as they were locked in combat with the cavalry.

Jeanette turned to Rigshok, a young orc boy on her staff. "We need to break through the gates and relieve our army on the Braden side. Can you make it through the battle to give the order to attack the gates?"

"I can do it, Your Highness! They'll never see me 'till I want them to! I'll send your orders as fast as lightning!"

Jeanette smile at the boy, amused at seeing such youthful enthusiasm on his orc face. This younger generation of orcs, those born after the war, were picking up the human language quickly. Even those living in Braden were picking up the habits of their human neighbors, which she took as a good sign. All we have to do is get through the current generation, and then things will settle down.

Another cry erupted from the battle below as the last of the defenders were swept off her side of the Pass. Jeanette rose from her position, gesturing for her bodyguards and staff to follow. "It should be safe enough now, let's go down to get a better look at the Pass."

The bodyguards formed a phalanx around her, just in case an arrow should happen to fly her way. The hidden path took them right into the now abandoned defenses. The Queen had to step carefully to avoid tripping over the bodies of the defenders, and several times she had to grip the arms of one of her orcs to prevent from slipping on the blood and gore decorating the rocky incline of the side of the Pass.

The great iron gates of the Lyskean Pass reached high enough that she could almost touch them. Her orcs had begun to fire on the Hesten soldiers defending the door, and when a contingent of orcs carrying a felled tree began to ram it, the last of them began to leave. Jeanette looked down at the soldiers as they grabbed their supplies and equipment. "They're determined to leave nothing for us. Do they really think we need their ale so badly they'll suffer our arrows to rob us of it? They're spilling more than they're saving."

Something wasn't right about it, and soon she realized that they weren't carelessly leaking ale behind them as they fled, but deliberately spilling it. Fear gripped her heart, squeezing it like a vice as she realized that it wasn't ale, but pitch and oil. "We have to call them back. It's a trap, Daniels, you have to move quickly-!" But it was too late, the orcs crashed through the gate with a might cry. As a great host of her soldiers poured through the pass, torches dropped upon them from the left side and ignited a great conflagration among the charging orcs.

Pained screams drowned out even the sounds of battle as the grisly smell of cooked flesh began to permeate the entire Pass. Jeanette felt sick to her stomach from the scent and the screams. Seconds passed, but it seemed like an eternity passed until the screams died out, replaced with the roaring of the flames. The great fire illuminated the night sky, allowing her to see the grisly details of the combat all around her. 

Down below in Braden, the Hestens blasted their trumpets and began to disengage from the battle, retreating in good order. "Why are they retreating? Aren't they winning the battle?" Daniels asked, curiously.

"They're winning the battle down there, but they know they lost the Pass. They've hurt us bad, and there is no sense in them risking their whole army. By breaking off now before we can reinforce they'll save their army and be able to retreat to a more defensible position. Gorath and Katerei won't be able to pursue, not after the mauling they just had." Another wave of nausea hit her, this time not caused by the terrible stench of charred corpses. Even though this was technically a victory, it didn't feel that way. King Connor beat her. The day was his.

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"We lost one day putting out the fire, and three more cleaning up the battlefield. When will we be ready to march?" Jeanette snapped impatiently at her staff. Her mood had been sour in the days after the battle, and it was only getting worse the longer they lingered on the battlefield.

"We've nearly doubled the size of our army, Your Highness. It's taking time to reorganize our forces. Please, be patient. A few days more and we'll be ready." Vrenchak tried to assuage the Queen. The army had suffered grievous losses in the battle, and integrating the army from Zentara with the army from Braden was proving trickier than he had hoped. 

Even though there were many orcs in the new army, they weren't getting along with the orcs from Braden. The orcs who chose to settle in Zentara after the war were more 'human' in attitude, and not as 'traditional' as those in Braden. It didn't help that so far the Zentaran orcs hadn't seen much, if any, fighting yet.

"Every day we spend here is another day for Connor to gather reinforcements and prepare defensive positions. He took all of the bows with him when he left, and I do not want to have to face an entrenched army with enough arrows to block out the sun." Jeanette turned from the table and paced around the tent.

"Your Highness, we outnumber them now, and we're on your terrain. Yes, he's had help from some of the locals, but the castles and the countryside are ours. The king'll have to retreat all the way back to Heste to find a place to defend himself, and that will take weeks. I know you want to finish this thing, but if you want it done right we need to go slowly." Kat illustrated her point by tracing a path across the map to the Warne River. 

Stalking back to the table, Jeanette looked down at the map. "You may be right. Even still, I want to get to Wareg Castle as quickly as possible. I want to find Susannah and make sure she's alright. I've heard nothing from her since we left Ruar." The Queen took a deep breath, and then released it in a soft sigh. "I know you're all doing the best you can. Get back to work, and brief me again after supper."

The assembled commanders and staff left the tent except for Katerei and Gorath, who lingered behind. "You need to relax, Your Highness. I know your upset about the battle, but these things happen in war. You have to move past it." Kat walked up behind Jeanette and squeezed the Queen's shoulders, and then began to softly rub the muscles through her shirt.

"Kat is right, Your Highness. I was the one who rode right into their trap. If anyone should be blamed it's me. And I'm gonna have my revenge, we all will. He's on the run, and soon we'll have cleaned out Braden and be bringing the fight to him. That's the fight you should be thinking about, the next one. Not the last one." Gorath stood before Jeanette, looking down at the Queen. The large orc reached out to brush black hair behind her ears, and softly cup the back of the Queen's head and grinned. "Let us help you forget the burden, for at least a little bit."

"We shouldn't. I've let this continue long enough, too long in fact. I cannot betray my husband any further than-" Jeanette's protest was cut off as Gorath leaned in to kiss firmly on the lips. His strong hands moved to her waist, and then cupped her ass to pull the Queen against his thick, solid torso as Kat ran her hands along Jeanette's back and sides.

Small hands stroked Gorath's muscular chest as Jeanette let out a small moan. Their hands roamed confidently over her body, touching all the places that made her squirm. Gorath and Kat had learned her body well during their time together, and they put their knowledge to good use making the Queen melt between them.

Slender fingers squeezed her nipples, strong hands stroked along the inner curve of her hip down to her thigh, and lightly tickled her sinuous leg. Desire coursed through her, making her heart swell and strain against the guilt coiled around it. Turogg had been so open with her, the one stipulation being that he was the only one to enjoy her womanhood. But she slipped, and having slipped once it was easy to slip again and again.

When Jeanette opened her mouth to protest again, Gorath once more sealed it with a kiss. Katerei gently slid her fingers down the Queen's arms and laced her fingers through Jeanette's. "Shh my Queen. We've taken good care of you, haven't we? Let us take care of you again. We'll make you feel good, and forget all about your troubles." Kat guided Jeanette backwards until she stood against the pole holding up the command tent, and then dropped to her knees to kiss the Queen's hands and lightly lick and suckle on her fingertips.

The orc lightly scraped his tusks along Jeanette's cheeks as he nuzzled her face while his large hands possessively squeezed her ass. His fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed them together as he rubbed her vigorously through her pants. Gorath's cock was already swelling and eager to burst from his pants and bury itself deep inside the lusty queen. Deep, guttural groans emanated from deep in his throat as he felt Jeanette's soft thigh press into the bulge and rub against it, stroking it lightly through the fabric of his trousers.

Something soft wound around Jeanette's wrists as Kat held them behind the Queen's back. The warrior woman tied Jeanette's hands together around the tent pole with a silk sash, and then tied another around the Queen's eyes, blindfolding her. "That's it my Queen," Kat whispered as she licked the curve of Jeanette's ear, "submit to the pleasure, you know it's what you need."




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 09



As the world went dark, Jeanette quivered in anticipation at being filled once again. With her eyes covered, each sensual touch on her body was amplified, and made her even more eager to give in to the desires consuming her body. When she felt her shirt being lifted and he breasts being bared, she jerked as if to reach out, only to be reminded that her wrists were still secured behind her back. Jeanette was at their mercy, and they didn't seem to have any.

A sharp gasp rang out in the tent as she felt Gorath's tusk poke her nipple, and a moment later his lips clasped around the nub and began to suckle. Dexterous fingers untied her pants, and soon she felt them being jerked down to her ankles, leaving her lower half as exposed as her top. Another shudder of excitement ran up her spine. With her eyes covered, she had no way of knowing who was in the tent. Anyone could be there right now, watching her being stripped and played with and she would have no idea.

The Queen stepped one leg out of the pants and raised it, attempting to wrap it around Gorath's side. The orc was so much taller than her that she had to lift her knee quite high to manage it. She squeezed him firmly with her thigh, pulling him against her eagerly. She could feel him fumbling with his pants, and then moaned loudly again when his hot shaft slapped against her leg and poked against the delta of her thighs.

A grin spread across Kat's face as she saw Jeanette flex and press her lush backside against the pole. She repositioned herself beneath the Queen and lifted her face until it pressed into Jeanette's ass. She kissed the cheeks softly, and then lightly grazed her teeth along the flesh. Her tongue flicked out, leaving a slick trail along the pale moon as she teased the Queen's backside. Katerei had to suppress a giggle as Jeanette released a soft cry after the warrior woman nipped at her buttocks. Jeanette was such a delight to play with, so much more eager than what she would have expected of a noble woman, let alone a queen.

The feeling of Jeanette's wet pussy slapping against his slanted cockhead was driving Gorath wild. He reached down to grab at Jeanette's ankle, and lifted the Queen's leg up even higher, so that it was running parallel to her torso. He then lined up the tip of his cock with her slit and pushed in eagerly, sliding in as much of his shaft as he could with just the first thrust.

Jeanette's toes curled as she felt the thick orc rod push inside her. She leaned against the pole, letting it support her weight as she thrust her hips into Gorath's cock. The ridges wrapping around the thick member rubbed her insides deliciously, and her leg being lifted to high caused her sex to cinch tightly around his shaft, making an incredibly tight fit inside her body. 

The feeling of Katerei's tongue flicking against between her ass cheeks, rubbing her little rosebud made her buck even faster and harder against Gorath. The massive orc met them with his own powerful thrusts, roughly slapping his hips to Jeanette's as he slammed the thick cork-screw penis inside the Queen again and again. Jeanette could feel her insides spread and stretch around his cock with each thrust as they came in quick, powerful thrusts. Her back bounced of the pole, slapping it firmly again and again as she rebounded off the wood each time he plunged into her.

The soft, pillowy flesh of Jeanette's tits dimpled beneath Gorath's teeth as he nipped and bit them. The orc growled with desire as he slammed in and out of the Queen's cunt, pounding with wild, desperate need as he left love marks all over Jeanette's chest. Kat did the same for her bottom, decorating the Queen's round ass with love bites. Jeanette yipped and bounced from the attention, squirming wildly atop Gorath's cock as it stirred her insides.

"I'm going to cum Your Highness!" Gorath grunted out as he continued to thrust, refusing to slow his rampant pace.

"Tell him where you want it my Queen. We're your loyal subjects, we live to serve and obey. Tell us where you want Gorath to cum. Is it deep inside your naughty royal cunt?" Kat spread Jeanette's ass cheeks even further apart, and thrust her tongue deep into the Queen's little star, twisting and thrashing it in her tight anal passage as the Queen danced and writhed above her.

"You're running out of time, Your Highness, tell me if you want me to stop!"

"Ah! No! Don't! Don't stop!" Jeanette gripped the tent pole tightly with her hands, bracing herself as her climax struck. Her insides cinched tightly around Gorath's cock, squeezing it firmly inside herself. The walls of her cunt pulsed around the shaft, holding it deep inside as she rode the crest of her orgasm.

Cum blasted Jeanette's cervix as Gorath grinded the slanted tip of his cock right at the entrance to her womb. He held himself inside her, plugging her up completely as the tight grip her pussy had on his dick milked the seed from his balls. The orc panted rapidly, his chest heaving as he clung to Jeanette, holding her tightly in his arms as he filled her with his spunk.

When Gorath slipped his cock from between her legs and Katerei slid from underneath the Queen fell to the floor to catch her breath. While she leaned against the pole for support, Kat untied her wrists and Gorath removed the blindfold. Guilt swept through her again as she looked up at an orc face not belonging to her husband. She had given in again, despite her resolution.

"There, doesn't that feel better my Queen?" Kat asked, oblivious to Jeanette's feelings.

"Yes, much better of course." Jeanette shivered as the aftershocks of her climax coursed through her body. She looked down at her bare chest, covered in red welts from the love bites. "Thank you. I'm...much more relaxed now. I think I am going to rest a bit. Come back again after dinner for the report on the status of the army."

Gorath looked at Kat, confused at the change in Jeanette's demeanor. The warrior woman shrugged, and the pair left the queen alone in the tent. I have to stop letting this happen, she thought. I am the queen, not their whore. I should have been to Turogg. I screwed up, but I can correct it. It's not too late. Kat and Gorath have been impertinent; but that's my own fault, I've let them. They need to be taught a lesson.

Jeanette rose from the ground, a new determination building inside her. As she did so, Daniels walked in with his own look of determination. He didn't seem surprised to find her naked with cum dripping down her thighs. Instead, Daniels walked right up to her, boldly admiring her bare breasts and exposed pussy.

"I think I've been watching long enough, Your Highness. You've been having a great time, teasing and taunting me, but now you've gone a step to far! You've been letting Gorath finish himself inside you! The one thing you're not to do, and you've done it." Daniels licked his lips as he got closer and saw the many red marks on Jeanette's tits from Gorath's bites.

"So what if I have? It's no business of yours, Daniels! Go back to your post until I have need of you, and be grateful for all the opportunities I've provided you!" Jeanette stood up straight, her chest thrusting out imperiously despite her nakedness.

"I think you should reconsider, my Queen! If you don't want me letting the King know about what you've been doing that is!" Daniels reached for Jeanette's breast with trembling fingers, a desperate and hungry look in his eyes.

An hour ago and Jeanette might have succumbed to the threat, but the Queen was no longer in a mood to indulge being used. Jeanette batted his hand away, and then slapped him firmly across the cheek. "How dare you! You would threaten me? Try to blackmail me? After everything I've done for you? You miserable wretch! Do you think the King would believe you over me?" She slapped him again, and the footman faltered, stepping back.

"I'd have no reason to lie to him, and-" Daniels' words were cut off as she slapped him once more.

"And nothing! I am the Queen and you would try to bully and abuse me? Me?" Jeanette glared at her formerly loyal footman, who wilted beneath her gaze.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, but it's just, with all the teasing-"

"So you think your own perverse leching of my body what, empowers you to take liberties? Idiot! Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness and maybe I'll let you keep your post and not have you and your family ruined and thrown into penury!" Jeanette barked imperiously at Daniels, whose own instinct to obey the Queen was quickly outstripping his daring.

"Please, Your Highness, you knew what you were doing, I was only-"

"Kneel!" Jeanette's order resounded in the tent and Daniels quickly fell to his knees.

The footman had thought Jeanette would give in, and might even enjoy it. After all, he wasn't treating her that differently than Katerei and Gorath did. Daniels didn't understand what was making the Queen so angry, but clearly he had miscalculated and overstepped his bounds. He depended too much on Jeanette, especially out here, so far from home, to risk her displeasure. If she wasn't going to give in to his advances than he had to do whatever he could to mollify her.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, you have my sincere apologies. You're just so...so beautiful and enrapturing, I couldn't control myself. Please, forgive me Your Highness!"

A smile spread across Jeanette's lips as she looked down at Daniels. But it wasn't a smile of amusement, or even one of triumph. It was the smile of a cat getting ready to play with its prey. "Beautiful and enrapturing? You couldn't help yourself? Well, if that's true, then perhaps I shall forgive you. Indeed, such a faithful servant, to have resisted my charms for so many years. Perhaps you even deserve a reward?"

Daniels looked up uncertainly at the Queen. "Your Highness? I, I don't understand."

"You say you've been lusting after my body, Daniels. So much so that you cannot control yourself. Perhaps you need a taste, to cool your urges? Kiss my feet, and see if that eases your need."

Daniels hesitated for just a moment before lowering his face to the floor. He pressed his lips against the top of Jeanette's bare foot kissing it just briefly before doing the same for the other. Jeanette smirked playfully at the display, and then reached out with her toes to lift his chin and make him look up at her.

"Is that all it took? Two brief kisses?" The Queen lowered her foot to press against Daniels' thigh to stroke his cock with her toes. "It doesn't seem so. Kiss them again. And then again. Worship them if you're so enraptured."

With a gulp, Daniels bent forward again to kiss Jeanette's feet. His cock was already stiffening from the brush of the Queen's toes, and now it got even harder as he sensuously kissed and licked the top of her feet and flicked his tongue down between her toes. "T-thank you Your Highness."

"There, that wasn't so hard was it? You remember your place after all." Jeanette lifted her foot and pressed it against his face, pushing it back. She then slid her toes down over his nose and pushed the big one between his lips. "Suck it. And while you do, you may fish out that straining cock of yours and give it a tug. I know how much you love doing that for me."

Laughter rang through the tent as the blushing Daniels opened his britches with one hand while the other held Jeanette's foot to his face. He gripped the throbbing member tightly in his fist and began to stroke it as he suckled on the big toe, swiping his tongue back and forth beneath it while working his lips up and down the length.

Little tingles of pleasure spread from her foot as Daniels tickled her toe with his tongue. While the feeling of his mouth encapsulating her toe was pleasurable, it was nothing to the rush she got from seeing him kneeling at her feet suckling her toe. It was good to be reminded that she was Queen. Seeing Daniels worship her foot made her think back to Mr. Beechum and Cindy, and then her smile grew wider.

"Is that what you wanted to fuck me with, Daniels? That little cock of yours? I suppose it's not too bad, for a human, but have you forgotten that I've been married to an orc for eight years? That I've been sleeping with an orc these past weeks? Did you really think your tiny little human cock would be able to satisfy me?" Jeanette slipped her toe from Daniels' mouth and wiped the spit covered foot across his face. "Answer me!"

"I, I don't know, Your Highness, I didn't think-" Daniels groaned in need as he felt Jeanette's soft foot rubbing all over his face. His fist tightened around his cock, making the bulbous head turn an even deeper purple as he jerked it furiously.

"Didn't think? About what, my pleasure? Was it only your own need to get off that you were thinking about? You pathetic little pervert! You spy on me in the tower and steal my underwear only to do who knows what with it. You watch me in my bath and rub that disgusting little prick of yours. Now you come lumbering towards me thinking of nothing but making your tiny dick squirt its goo?"

Panic gripped him as tightly as he gripped his dick. What did the Queen want him to say? Her words cut into him, having just enough of a ring of truth to make him feel ashamed. He had lusted after her, even when he should have been staying true to his wife. Now he found himself boldly stroking his cock in front of the Queen's naked flesh, and even though she was berating him it wasn't dampening the lust he felt. "Ah...nnng yes Your Highness! I'm sorry!"

Jeanette reached down to pull her panties out from her wadded up pants, and then turned them inside out to rub the gusset against his nose and lips. "Is this what you wanted? My dirty, used underwear? Is this what a little pervert like you needs to find the release you crave?"

Nostrils flared as Daniels inhaled the sweet scent of Jeanette's pussy and the tangy taste smeared over his lips and tongue. Precum oozed out of the tip of his dick, leaking all over his fingers as he groaned in desperate need. "Yesssss! Nnng! Thank you!"

"Well don't cum just yet. I'm not done rewarding you." Jeanette dropped the panties on his dick, letting the silky undergarments hang off his swollen prick. "But you may use them to jerk off with, I think you'll like that."

"Yes Your Highness! Thank you!" Daniels groaned in satisfaction as he wrapped the soft fabric around his aching cock and started stroking, grunting each time the sensitive head of his dick pushed into the crotch of the panties.

"Now let's give you what you really wanted, hmm? A proper taste of your mistress?" Grinning like the cat who ate the canary, Jeanette stepped over Daniels' shoulder and brought her pussy right to his face. The footman flinched and tried to turn away as the open petals oozed Gorath's cum out right before his eyes. 

"H-Highness, please!"

"Lick it, Daniels! You wanted it, didn't you? But that tiny little prick of yours can't do anything so let's see what your mouth is capable of!" Without waiting for an answer, Jeanette pressed her stretched labia against his lips and started grinding her hips forward into his face.

Even as revulsion rocked through him at the taste of the orc seed, Daniels couldn't stop furiously wanking his cock. The taste of the orc's thick, salty cum mixed in with that of Jeanette's pussy as it rubbed over his lips. In spite of himself, his tongue slipped out and pushed into the Queen's waiting sex, easily slipping between the swollen labia to delve deep inside the cum flooded hole.

A purr of satisfaction rolled out from between Jeanette's lips as she felt Daniels give in beneath her and begin to lick her sex. She gripped his hair tightly in her hand hold him in place as she started to more vigorously rub her nether lips across his face. "Mmm...that's a good boy. Get your tongue in there and lick me clean! This is where you belong, Daniels. On your knees at your Queen's feet. If you can't pleasure me with your small dick than the least you can do is clean me from a real man's cum?" Jeanette's musical laughter haunted his ears. "Or should I say a real orc's cum?"

Daniels' face buried his face deeper between the Queen's thighs as she laughed at him. His tongue ached nearly as much as his cock as he stretched it as deep inside Jeanette as he could reach. Her clit rubbed into his lip and nose, grinding his face quickly as Jeanette rode his face. As if in a trance, he continued to pump his cock, completely unable to stop it even if he wanted to. As Daniels felt himself get closer and closer to climax, he began to eagerly suck at Jeanette's pussy, swallowing the orc's dirty seed as if it were linked to his own release.

Pleasure mounted inside her like a ball, swelling thicker and larger in her loins with each passing second. Daniels' submission, and his tongue, were driving her wild. "Yes! That's it! Lick my cunt! Keep going you small dicked pervert!" Jeanette pulled his face against her clit and shuddered as she finally went over the edge, climaxing hard on Daniels face.

Hot jizz exploded from his cock, soaking the crotch of Jeanette's panties as the Queen's pussy spasmed around his tongue. The walls squeezed and rubbed back against his tongue as it darted in and out, curling upwards to scoop inside the royal cunt as he furiously stroked through the climax, milking all the seed he could into Jeanette's soaked panties.

After her pleasure had run its course, Jeanette stepped off of Daniels face. Her chest was heaving as she caught her breath, but she didn't hesitate to reach down and peel her soiled panties off of the footman's shrinking cock. "Open wide."

Daniels obeyed instinctively, opening his mouth for the Queen to push the cum-soaked gusset of her panties into his mouth. He shivered, recoiling at the taste even more now that he was coming down from his orgasmic high. Jeanette turned and walked to the table and pushed the map to the side. He watched as she climbed atop it, reclining across the wood still naked as the day she was born.

"Rub my back, the way you did the other day in the bath. I think I shall have you do so more often." Jeanette flashed a smile at him as she looked over his shoulder. "You can do so while you suck my panties clean. You must do so at the end of every day now, before you wash them. I'm sure that's a duty you will enjoy."

Jeanette purred as she felt Daniels' fingers press into her shoulders and massage the muscles. Jeanette closed her eyes and rested her face on her forearms. Now that Daniels was put in his place, it was time to think about how to take care of Kat and Gorath. They were right about what she needed to get her out of the funk she had been in since the battle, although it wasn't the way they intended. They would learn that soon enough. Another soft sigh escaped her lips as Daniels' hands moved down her back. It's good to be Queen.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 10



Author's Note: This chapter is a bit short, but I needed to just get it done and out and off my back. Hopefully I will have chapter 11 done next week, and we'll find out what happened to Cindy, Frederick, Thomas, and Turogg.

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Susannah shuddered as she felt Declan's cock throb inside her, spewing his load deep into her body. The brutish thug continued to thrust for a few moments longer, roughly slamming his hips into hers as he sought to drive himself as far as he could go. Finally he stopped, and pulled his cock from between her thighs, a string of cum momentarily connecting them still before it snapped and splattered down on her sweaty flesh.

"Great as always Duchess. And don't be trying to tell me you didn't like it, I felt you shudder beneath me like a wild mare. Ya just needed a bit of taming is all." Declan chuckled darkly. "I bet you're right thankful that I opened up them legs to the rest of us; now you get all the cock you need isn't that right?"

Declan laughed again and left the tent, not even bothering to wait for an answer. Susannah watched him go, and then slumped onto her sleeping mat. Her thighs ached, and as she reached down to rub them she winced in pain. Servicing all the men in the camp was wreaking havoc on her body, and being pregnant besides was making it even worse.

Hopefully Tristan will be back soon, she thought. He had ridden out the day prior to search for the Queen's army. Word had reached them that she had won a great victory at the Lyskean Pass. Their band had been ambushing and raiding the retreating Hestens for days and the arrival of the royal forces were expected imminently.

Susannah couldn't wait to see her friend again. All the misery of the past few months, along with the many humiliations and degradations she endured would melt away when she rejoined Jeanette. I shouldn't have hid the truth about Bodak and Braden from her, she reflected. She could have put things to right much sooner, and then maybe we wouldn't have ended up here.

With a sigh she wiped away the semen dripping down her thighs. The remaining men in camp would want breakfast soon, and it was better to have it cooked before they asked for it. The last thing she needed was them all gathered around her while she tried to cook. A shudder ran down her spine as she remembered the last time that happened.

The crisp morning air stung her flushed face as she left the crude tent that had been erected for her. Crowns of gold and brown rested atop the trees of the forest. Autumn had come, and Jeanette would have to move quickly if she hoped to end the war before winter. The smell of pine burning over the fire made her think of the estate in Shropfordshire, and a mix of regret, fear, and homesickness beset her.

With a groan, Susannah knelt by the fire, one hand holding the small of her back while the other rested on her knee. Even bending over had become a chore as her belly swelled larger and larger. Before she could begin to cook, a cry of alarm rang out from one of the sentries surrounding the camp. They're here! Susannah pushed off the ground, heart soaring as she looked through the trees to try and see where they were coming from.

A large, hulking figure materialized from the early morning fog. A massive orc riding atop an even larger horse rode into camp. "Greetings." The orc's words were low and clipped. "I am Rothok. I have received the message to meet here. Are we not welcome?" 

We, she wondered? At first she thought he misspoke, but then more shapes rode in through the fog. The orc had brought a warband with him, she realized. Did he come from the Queen? No, she thought as her heart sank, if he had he wouldn't have ridden in with Tristan. 

"Aye, yer welcome enough. We're all in this one together, Rothok. I'm Declan, our chief Tristan ain't here right now. He rode off to find the main army that's marching up north from Zentara."

"Then Turogg has made it through the Pass? Finally we shall see real battle and send the northern humans fleeing." Rothok flashed his teeth and grinned nastily at the thought.

"Ain't heard nothing about the king. It's the Queen who's leading the army, from what we've heard." Declan spit onto the ground, though whether it was out of derision for Jeanette, or just his own disgusting habit, Susannah wasn't sure.

Rothok growled lowly at that. "The Queen? Women cannot lead orcs into war. She will get us all killed."

"Her Highness already defeated the Hestens at the Pass and sent them retreating to the north. Next time will see an end to them for good, I'm sure!" Susannah immediately regretted speaking out of turn when Rothok looked to her, seemingly noticing her for the first time. His eyes lit up with a predatory gleam as they swept over her body.

"What is this? Your chief keeps a camp whore? He must be a very great chief to have such a thing." Rothok leered at her, and in just a few short steps he was looming over her. "With strong seed to plant a child in your stomach."

"I carry the child of your Duke, the King's own brother, Bodak!"

Rothok's eyes widened in surprise, and he shot Declan a sharp look. "Is that true?"

"Aye, she's the Duchess alright. Course that don't stop her from spreading her legs for us, does it?" Declan laughed, and soon the other men joined in as she flushed with shame.

Susannah didn't like the crafty, speculative look in Rothok's eyes when he surveyed her again. "That's correct. I am the Duchess of Braden, your liege lord." She tried to stand tall and project more confidence than she felt, but she didn't think she was altogether successful.

The orc burst into laughter. "The chief of this band has thought to claim the mate of Bodak? I think not."

"No one has claimed me, Sir. I am my own woman."

Rothok ignored her. "Only the strongest warriors may claim the mate of the old chief. To claim the chief's mate is the claim the chief's band. I, Rothok, claim you, Susannah. You and Bodak's child shall be mine, as will all the lands and peoples he commanded."

"Hey now, orc, this here is our girl and we ain't sharing with a bunch of you dirty pigs!" As Declan strode up to Rothok the orc suddenly struck out and smashed his face with an iron-like fist, sending the human man falling to the earth.

Rothok's men advanced around the leader of their warband, and for the first time Susannah was acutely aware of how many there were; or rather, how badly they would be outnumbered by the orcs until Tristan returned with the rest of the men. As the orc advanced upon her, she looked up at him and studied him closely for the first time.

He was handsomer than Bodak, as far as orcs went. His face lacked the long jagged scar that marred her former husband's. He wasn't as large as Bodak, but he was still much larger than Tristan, and he positively towered over her, adding weight to the possessive stare that bored down into her.

"You cannot claim me! I am the mother of the next Duke of Braden. I am not, will not, be yours or anyone else's. I do not care what, what customs you may have followed in the March, but that is not how it works here."

"That may be how it works in the soft lands, but here is where orcs rule, and I say you are mine. Does any man object?" Rothok laughed and looked around for any objectors, which there were none. "Unless you think you can stop me, little one? Will you fight me and take my band?" Rothok laughed again, and reached out to squeeze Susannah's breast through her shirt, groping it roughly as he brought his fingertips down to the nipple.

"A-ah!" Susannah gasped sharply as she felt the sensitive nub being squeezed. As her pregnancy progressed they were getting increasingly sensitive, and now to have them so roughly pinched made it feel like they were being hammered on a blacksmith's anvil. Her knees buckled as the fiery pain shot through her body, until finally her knees buckled and she cried out. "Ah! Please! Stop!"

The pressure suddenly released from her nipples as Rothok moved his hands to her ass to pull her tightly against his rock hard body. "Then it is agreed? You're mine now." Rothok grinned down at Susannah as he kneaded her bottom, stroking the cheeks and pushing them together beneath her leather pants. 

Susannah shuddered as she felt the large rough hands cover her ass and grope them eagerly. Her rounded belly brushed against Rothok's cock as she trembled in his grasp, and a moan of despair escaped her lips as she felt it stiffen in his pants. "It isn't like that. The Queen will not allow it. Things are going to change here, the orc laws will no longer-" Susannah's protest was cut off as Rothok yanked her pants down, baring her ass to the other orcs who began to hoot appreciatively.

"The Queen? Hah! She will be too busy sucking Turogg's cock to object!" More laughter erupted from the orcs. "Shall I show you?" Rothok forced Susannah down to her knees, her pants still twisted at her ankles. With his other hand he reached into his britches and pulled out a thick slab of grey orc cock. "After I stuff your gob with this I doubt you'll do much objecting either!"

The fat cock slapped her across the cheek, and then rubbed up and down over her face as she clenched her jaw. She tried to turn away, but Rothok wrapped her hair around his big hand and tugged it sharply, bringing her face back to his shaft. His other hand reached down to squeeze her jaw, prying her mouth open so he could feed his ribbed cock between her lips. "That's it, take it in your mouth. Hah! I bet you're hungry for orc cock after being surrounded by so many little pink pricks for so long."

The salty, sweaty taste of the orc's cock spread over her tongue as the thick shaft slid around inside her mouth. The thick musky scent of his crotch filled her nose, making her cough and gasp. Her mouth convulsed around Rothok's dick, squeezing it between her lips and enveloping it in her warm wet cheeks. The orc stabbed deeper into her mouth, making his hips slap against her face as he prodded her to begin sucking.

Wiry pubic hair scraped over her nose as her face got buried in his crotch. Her throat was already open for his dick, as she instinctively swallowed it as deep into her mouth as she could. Years with Bodak have trained me well, she thought as she began to suck on his cock. There wasn't much choice to it, she didn't really have any other options. She had to trust that Tristan would be able to put things to right once he returned.

"Ah that's it, no wonder Bodak kept you as his mate. Not many human sluts can get the whole thing in their throats! Rothok's laugh was deeper now, throatier as he reveled in the pleasure of Susannah's throat wrapping tightly around his cock. 

The thick cock choked Susannah, making her struggle for air as her throat convulsed around the ridged orc meat. Rothok thrust it in and out of her throat roughly for a few moments, before pulling her sharply forward to press it as deep as it would go, holding her there for several seconds before mercifully yanking her off his dick again.

"But now let's see what Bodak did that tight human cunt of yours." Rothok said with a leer. "It's not like you can get pregnant twice anyway, right?" The orc and his followers laughed as he pulled Susannah up by her hair and backed her against the tree. When he tried to position his cock to slide into her though, he found her swollen stomach blocking his way. "Bodak always was a big one. He planted a strong orc child inside you, 'Duchess'." 

When the orc spun her around, a wave of dizziness swept through her and she stumbled to lean against the tree. Rothok was quick to pull her hips out again, and before she had time to brace herself his thick cock slammed inside her, spreading the slick walls of her pussy as he shoved himself as deep as he could go.

"A-aah! Oh!" Susannah cried out in pleasure as she felt the ribbed cock pushing against her inner walls. Her body tightened around the shaft, instinctively holding it inside her as the once familiar feelings of a thick orc rod rubbing her sensitive flesh washed through her once again. His words made her wince, as she didn't want to think about her late husband, but she couldn't help respond to the pleasures coursing through her body now that she was being ravished by one of her husband's bestial kin.

"Oh, damn you're nice and tight. I see Bodak never managed to stretch you out, and I know if he didn't a human never would. How about me Duchess? Do you think I can do it?" Rothok laughed again as he continued to move his hips. Faster and harder he thrust, until he was roughly clapping against Susannah's backside. The orc leaned in and scraped his tusks along the back of her neck as he purred in her ear. "I am going to enjoy having you as my woman. Together we will rule Braden and have many sons!"

As Rothok's movements became a blur, Susannah's mind spun faster and faster as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her chest rubbed against the rough bark of the tree as the orc's powerful thrusts slammed into her, but the Duchess was too far lost in the pleasure to notice any discomfort. "Ah! Mmm!" She tried to protest, but the feeling of his large, muscular, body pressing into his back overwhelmed her and drowned out her words into a low, muffled moan.

Rothok grabbed Susannah's breast and squeeze it hard, roughly pulling it away from her body and around the side of the tree. He pressed her firmly against the trunk, pinning her in place as he rammed into her, moving his hips harder and faster as he brought himself to release. "Ah! Goth'lo'nok ark tel nor!" 

Hot cum exploded inside her, splattering the walls of her pussy as Rothok emptied his balls inside her. Her cunt clenched reflexively around the shaft, squeezing it tightly inside her to draw out as much of the seed as it could while she writhed in pleasure against him. Her climax continued unabated as his fat, rigid, and ridged cock plugged her whole, filling up the vaginal cavity. As her walls pulsed against the corkscrewed shaft, aftershocks rippled through her, prolonging her delight and keeping her crested on the orgasmic wave.

When Rothok sharply pulled his cock out of her, a shockwave rippled through Susannah's body. Before she could even take a breath another cock was slammed into her, plugging her up tight again. The new orc began to thrust savagely into her, ramming in and out relentlessly as he enjoyed the human woman's tight pussy. A third orc grabbed her wrists and pulled them hard to the other side of the tree. He held them out, fully extended until Susannah was forced to press her cheek to the side of the tree. The orc then guided his erect cock to the Duchess' lips, forcing her to open wide to accept the thick member.

Susannah nearly gagged from the smell of the dirty, unwashed orc cock as it slid up and down her tongue. The slanted tip probed at the back of her throat as the orc's thick, beefy fingers curled through her hair to hold her head straight. Occasionally the head pushed into her throat, when the orc behind her thrust hard enough that he impaled her mouth on the other orc's staff.

Noble lips closed around the orc's shaft, wrapping over the ridges of the bestial shape. The Duchess sucked dutifully, eager to get the orc off as quickly as possible. She bobbed her head as best she could in her trapped position, sliding it up and down the length in time with the orc's own thrusts. Behind her, the second orc sloshed his thick cock in and out of her flooded cunt, plunging Rothok's seed so it spilled out of her and dripped down her thighs.

The constant friction of the orc's cock against her already hypersensitive pussy began working Susannah towards another climax. Though her grunts her muffled by the fat cock in her mouth, they still managed to squeak out from between her lips, to the amusement of the watching orcs.

"She sounds like a sow in heat! It figures that these weak humans let her walk around in clothes. A bitch like her should be left naked to roll about in the mud! Hah!" Rothok and the other orcs laughed and Susannah flushed in shame. Her humiliation wasn't enough to dampen her cries though, and the shrill moans mixed with the wet sounds her mouth made as she sucked even harder on the orc's dick.

Thick molten jizz exploded in her mouth as the orc in front of her began to cum. He still held her head tightly, forcing her to swallow every salty spurt of the goo. Her throat bulged as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Each time she swallowed her body clenched down, squeezing the cock of the orc inside her until he too released his load, adding to the thick deposit already soaking her sex.

When they pulled out, their cocks were quickly replaced by two more. And then two more, and two more after that as well. By the time it was over, Susannah was hanging limply from the tree, her wrists bound together by a length of coarse rope to prevent her from falling over. Slick, slimy strings of cum were splattered all over her body, dripping down her thighs and back, her face, breasts, and over the large curve of her belly.

That is how Tristan found her when he returned. He looked at her, and then at Rothok and the orcs without saying a word. Finally, he cut the rope off her wrists and passed her off to one of his men. "Get her cleaned up. The Queen is only a few days ride from here. It's time to end this."

****

Susannah struggled to keep up with Tristan and Rothok as they were led through the camp by a sentry. As she looked around, the tents of the common soldiers gave way to the larger pavilions of the nobles. Though the colors were faded from months in the field, the gold and red and other vibrant colors were a welcome change from the dull browns she had been living with. Susannah couldn't help but look inside them as they passed, and a tremor of excitement ran through her as she saw fur blankets, goose down stuffed pillows, and as she passed a particularly large pavilion she thought she saw a bath! A hot bath! 

Two large orcs armed with long, heavy looking axes guarded the entrance to the largest pavilion. As they approached, the orcs gripped their weapons tighter and stepped forward. "Who is then?" One of the orcs asked.

"Rebels come in to join with the army." The sentry replied.

"Then send them to Captain Vrenchak. The Queen doesn't need to see every scraggly wretch crawling in from the hills."

Rothok pushed the sentry aside. "I'm the Baron of Cuthden you sniveling dog, and I've spent the last four months hunting and killing our foes, not standing outside tents pretending to be strong!"

"What, should I be impressed that you've been shooting your bow and then riding away real fast? What were you doing when we were fighting through the Pit of Fire?"

"Please this is getting us nowhere. We have the Queen's good friend here and she will want to see her immediately." Tristan stepped between the orcs, holding them apart.

"The Queen isn't friends with whores."

"I am Susannah Welton, Dowager Duchess of Braden and the Queen's good friend. Take me to her immediately and I shall forget the names you called me." Susannah drew herself up, well, as tall as she could with her pregnant belly and tried to look every inch the Duchess.

"You're the mate of Bodak?" The guard looked skeptical, but she could see his confidence was starting to waver.

"I am the mate of Bodak and the mother of his child. That also makes me the sister to Her Highness, in marriage and spirit if not by blood. Bring me to her. Now."

"Alright, alright, I'll take you to her, and then we'll see if you are who you say you are."

The guard led them into the tent, which contained a large table covered in maps. "Where is the Queen?"

"This way." The orc brought them around the table, and then out the back of the tent. "You don't think she'd just stay in the biggest tent where every cutthroat and assassin will look first do you?" The group walked through a maze of tents, and with each turn they took another soldier seemed to appear around them, until a good half-dozen orcs surrounded the small party when they reached a mid-sized pavilion. 




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 10



"Another Duchess of Braden coming to see the Queen? You'd best hope for your sake she's the real one this time; the Queen isn't in the mood for another fake." The softer human voice was a welcome change after weeks living among orcs and rough men. When a familiar face appeared from inside the tent, Susannah's heart leapt.

"Daniels? Is it truly you?"

Daniels did a double take at the sight of her. "L-lady Welton? It's really you! Are you alright? What happened?"

"It's a long story. Please, take me to the Queen, I'd really rather only tell it once."

Daniels led Susannah into the tent, followed by Tristan, Rothok, and the squad of guards who had surrounded them.

The Queen was in the center of the tent, standing over a large map. Susannah let out a startled giggle at the sight of Jeanette wearing pants. She's like me, she thought. But the similarities ended there. Jeanette wore a leather breastplate, which looked even stranger to Susannah than the pants. The Queen also had a sword at her side, and her long black hair was undone and flowing freely around her shoulders.

Jeanette looked up when the trio entered, her face lighting up. After just a moment though, the joy in her eyes faded as she got a better look at her friend. "Susannah! Are you alright? What's happened to you?" Jeanette's eyes drifted down to the Duchess' swollen, pregnant belly.

"I'm alright Your Highness, I am, truly." Susannah gave Jeanette a weak smile and clutched her stomach. "This is Bodak's child, the next Duke of Braden."

A smile formed on Jeanette's lips in spite of herself. "Oh Susannah, after all this time? I'm so sorry that...that it happened like this." Jeanette came around the table to embrace Susannah, holding her tightly.

Rothok bristled and stepped forward. "I have brought her to you, Queen Jeanette. I have claimed Bodak's mate, and I shall be the next Duke of Braden."

Tristan snarled and pushed forward as well. "I am the one who rescued her from the King of Heste, and who has protected her all these long months. Your Highness, Rothok joined us less than a week ago. I am the one who has kept her safe this whole time. Tell her, Susannah!"

The Queen's eyes narrowed at Tristan's familiarity. "It doesn't look like either of you took much care of the Duchess of Braden." Jeanette looked over Susannah again. Her friend's once rich brown hair was dry and brittle. Despite her pregnancy it looked like she had actually lost weight, and deep bags had formed beneath the Duchess' haunted eyes. "Tell me, Susannah. Tell me the truth of it."

When Susannah looked to Tristan and Rothok, Jeanette cut in again. "Leave us. Escort them from the tent."

Rothok stood up straighter as if to resist while Tristan wisely slinked from the tent. As the remaining guards surrounded him, the orc gave Susannah a bitter glare and backed down, exiting the tent as well. The tension seeped out of her shoulders when they did, and she leaned against the Queen and wrapped her arms around Jeanette.

"Shh, there Susannah. It's alright now, you're back with me. It's alright now. You have nothing to fear, it's all over. Tell me what's happened to you."

When Susannah was done telling her tale, Jeanette's face had turned ashen. The guilt which had been tying her insides in knots because of her treatment by Bodak became a dagger through the heart from the cruelty that followed. She could scarce believe it, she didn't want to believe it. 

"Please, do not be too hard on Tristan, Your Highness. He loves me, and was just doing what's best. He was keeping the peace, keeping me safe until we could get to safety.

"Bring me Tristan and Rothok. Now." The cool sharpness in her voice could have cut a diamond, and sent Daniels rushing to bring the two men back into the tent. Tristan returned looking abashed, and well aware of the danger he was in. Rothok swaggered in, looking every bit as arrogant as before.

"Baron Rothok of Cuthden. Please, explain to me how you feel it is appropriate to rape the Duchess of Braden, the wife of your liege lord?"

A dismissive sneer curled on his lips as the Queen addressed him. "I do not have to explain myself to the wife of the chief. Where is my King, Turogg? He will know the truth of it. Brother or no, Bodak is dead. The strongest will claim his mate and lands, as has always been the case."

"My beloved husband is hunting down the rebels in Zentara. I am in command here." Jeanette's voice had lost none of its edge. If anything, it had grown even colder in the face of Rothok's defiance. Rothok snorted in derision, but before he could say another word one of the guards slammed the back of his leg with the butt of his axe, sending him to his knees.

"Kneel before the War Queen, dog! You will speak to her with respect!"

"Respect? She is just the mate of Turogg, she is nothing! She is no War Queen!" Rothok snarled angrily, but as he tried to rise he found himself held firmly by the other orcs. He spluttered in disbelief as the common orc soldiers held him down at the words of a woman.

Jeanette walked around the table to stand before the orc. "I have led this army in war. I have fought beside them, sweeping away the Hestens while you skulked about in forests raping your Duchess." Jeanette gripped the pommel of Peace Bringer so tightly her knuckles turned white. "But I am not unmindful of your leadership, and the bravery it took to continue the fight after the army was defeated-"

"I do not have to listen to this mewling kitten teach me about war! From now on I will only speak to Turogg. He will shut your whore's mouth as surely as I shut he-" Rothok's words drowned in blood as his eyes widened in shock.

Jeanette stare down at him, jaw clenched tight as she wiped his blood of the blade of her sword. Rothok fell back and then collapsed onto the floor, his eyes still open even as they saw only darkness. "You heard his treason with your own ears. Now, Tristan, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Please Jeanette, don't hurt him!" Susannah pleaded for Tristan passionately. After seeing Jeanette coolly slay an orc, she felt like she didn't know who the Queen was anymore, or what she was capable of and was desperately afraid of what that could mean for Tristan. This isn't how this was supposed to go. She was finally safe! She could be with Tristan and deliver her baby in comfort. Now it seemed like she would lose something for everything she gained.

"You hear her, my Queen. I love her, and she loves me. What I did, I did to maintain order among the men and keep her safe until we rejoined the army."

"So you whored her out in order to keep her safe?"

"It wasn't like that, Jeanette, really!" Susannah tearfully interjected.

"Truly my Queen, it wasn't. I care for her, I only did what needed to be done to get by."

"I love her. She loves me. I care for her. I only did what I had to do. Do you expect me to believe that? You sound like every two bit pimp and panderer who ever worked a corner in Ruar. Do you think I haven't heard that before? I've seen the whore mongers profess undying love while sending their girls out to be beaten. Oh no, don't think for a moment you'll be forgiven for what you've done to my Susannah. Guards! Clap him in irons!"

Manacles of dark iron were clapped around his wrists as Susannah wailed. A dark cloud passed over Tristan's face as he was dragged away. Jeanette sheathed Peace Bringer and turned to Susannah, pulling the Duchess into an embrace once more.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 11



The orc wench was a nice distraction from the dismal living conditions in the camp, especially since the delightful Cindy was gone. Thomas hated the tents, the poor food, living outdoors, and the constant smell. Of course, the orc wench didn't smell that good either, but the comforts she provided made up for it. "Oona dear, be a love and refill my goblet."

Oona wasn't her real name, but it was as close as Thomas cared to get to it. She didn't really speak the human tongue, but with simple words and gestures she was able to follow basic instructions. When the orc woman bent over, her leather vest spilled open to flash her large tits at the Duke. A smile spread over his lips, and soon the grey mound of flesh was in his hand, dimpling beneath his groping fingers.

An orc wench responded the same way human ones did when their breasts were fondled, he had discovered. It had surprised him, just how similar they were. Except for some cosmetic differences, human and orc bodies worked relatively the same. Thomas took a long drink of wine from his goblet, and then set it down on a small wooden table.

Rising from his seat, Ferderick reached out to stroke the small bony tusk jutting out from Oona's jaw. His thumb stroked up to the point as he moved around behind her. He hadn't yet entrusted his dick to her mouth, but he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like. Meanwhile, his other hand slid off the orc woman's breast and down to her ratty loincloth. It quickly disappeared inside to stroke over her smooth cunt. Oona hadn't liked it when he ordered all the natty hairs of her pussy plucked out, but he wasn't about to stick his dick into that thornbush. Who knows what sort of bugs or disease he might pick up, especially since orc women were passed around between the orc men of the village.

His fingers soon made Oona's slit nice and greasy for him. Orc females leaked much more than humans, probably on account of needing to please multiple partners. Oona didn't need to interpret his instruction this time, and soon bent over the table and spread her legs to present her large, rounded backside to the Duke. Thomas smiled to himself at her submission as he brought a hand down to free his cock.

His shaft pushed through the slick folds and disappeared into the orc wench's pussy. He had been worried at first that it would rove to cavernous to pleasure him, but he soon realized his fear was unfounded. While not as tight as a human's, it was tight enough to get off on. Thomas began to move his hips, eliciting a soft squeal from the orc. Oona always seemed pleased by his attentions. It was probably a relief to belong to only one man after being used by several for so long.

The wet squelching and rhythmic slaps of his hips against her backside soon filled the tent. Thomas gripped Oona's waist tighter, his pale fingers sinking into her grey skin. The orc squealed a little louder while he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into her from behind. Oona's large breasts swayed beneath her, flopping in and out of her vest from the impact of the Duke's body against hers.

"That's it, take it you little slut." Thomas groaned. "A nice, noble, human dick feels much better doesn't it? It's much nicer to get fucked by a Duke instead of a savage brute." Thomas rested his belly on the small of Oona's back as he leaned forward to thrust at a different angle. His face was soon flush, and he panted noisily as he pounded away behind the orc woman.

Oona's insides got warmer and wetter the deeper and harder he thrust. The liquid warmth folded around and enveloped Thomas's cock as he plunged it in and out of the orc woman. Soon she was eagerly pushing her hips back against him, her body willing the cock to push deeper into her body. That was something he could say for the orc wench; she liked to fuck. Human women like his wife wanted to just lie there and do nothing. Oona was all too ready to writhe and buck beneath him. She was like Cindy in that regard, but that made sense as Cindy was a whore.

Thomas flipped the back of Oona's loincloth to reveal the grey flesh of her ass, staring down at it hungrily as he worked himself in and out between the orc's muscular thighs. The sight of it jiggling with every thrust pushed him right to the edge of climax, and he had to struggle to hold back from cumming inside her right then. "OH fuck you have a nice ass!"

His words were met with another squeal of pleasure as Oona undulated beneath him. She probably didn't understand a word he was saying, but that didn't matter right now. Thomas tried to slow his thrusts to keep from climaxing, but the slower he moved the faster the orc wench bucked and grinded her hips, her whole body working as if to suck his seed right out of him. Thomas bit his lip and leaned forward even farther to grip onto Oona's tit, squeezing it harshly in his hand as he steeled himself.

The orc woman's muscles bulged as she carried more of the heavy Duke Thomas' weight on her back. Despite the burden she was able to keep working her hips, stirring his cock against her insides and ceaselessly rolling her walls along the length of his member. The tip of his cock buzzed as the sensitive head was rubbed mercilessly by the slick velvet walls of Oona's cunt.

"Ah...Fuck you're wet Oona...I'm not...I'm not going to be able to hold back! Nnng!" Thomas' grasping hand pinched her breast tightly as his whole body tensed. His other hand began to slap down at Oona's fleshy grey ass as he let loose, releasing his seed deep inside the orc woman. "Ang!" Thomas groaned in satisfaction as the climax rippled through him. Rope after rope of his sticky seed shot inside her, painting her insides white with his cum.

"Ish'dok nog dos tra'deem" Oona muttered, clenching and unclenching her pussy around his cock. 

The feeling of her hot sex squeezing him made him shutter, and a last spurt of his seed shot out inside of the orc woman. Thomas rocked back on his the heels of his feet, tottering a moment as he steadied himself. The Duke shot so much seed inside her he wondered if she were going to get pregnant. He had been fucking her for weeks now, and every time he finished inside. 

I wonder if I'd be the first Duke to have a half-orc bastard. Or maybe even the first human, he thought with a grin. There can't be many who have fucked an orc wench as long as I have. Thomas was amused at the notion, and wondered what they would think at Court or home in Warwicksham if he showed up with a half-orc bastard in tow. 

The sound of voices outside his tent finally caught his attention, and Thomas regretfully pulled his cock out of the orc wench and laced his pants back up. He smacked her ass sharply, and then pointed to the tent flap. "Get going now, it seems I've got a visitor."

Oona stood up, her loincloth falling back into place. The orc quickly left the tent, not even bothering to fix her clothing or clean up after the coupling. A moment later, Frederick walked in, a disgusted look on his face.

"Do you really have to keep fucking that thing?" Asked the Duke of Swetford. Unlike Thomas, Frederick was clad for battle, wearing a weathered leather breastplate covered in a chain shirt. Several links had become bent or broken, and deep gouges lined the rough, creaking, leather.

"She keeps me warm at night." Thomas replied. "I need something to; winter is almost here and these tents do nothing to keep the draft out."

Frederick snorted. "It's ten o'clock in the morning."

Thomas let out a deep belly laugh. "Well I'm sure I'll be ready to go tonight too. Come on Frederick, you don't grudge me my little amusements do you?"

"This isn't the time for amusements, Thomas. Turogg and his army have been harassing us for weeks, and don't show any sign of breaking off. We haven't had any word from Heste in even longer, but something must have gone wrong with their plan to invade Zentara proper. We're alone out here, and outnumbered two-to-one by an army of angry orcs screaming for revenge on the ones who butchered their women and children." Frederick frowned, a grim expression on his face as he walked to the table and unrolled a map upon it.

Thomas' jovial smile fell. "Surely it isn't as bad as all that. They're angry, so they'll make mistakes, right? We can set a trap for them, and turn their greater numbers against them. They're only orcs, right?"

"They know how to fight. In the last war our brilliant Queen showed them how to fight a campaign instead of just raid. But you're right; they are angry. That is going to be our only hope, to provoke them into attacking across the Thavesal River before they're ready. But we will have to move quickly."

Thomas bent down over the table as Frederick traced a line across the map. "How long will it take us to prepare for battle?"

"We should be able to cross the river tomorrow. After that, well, the longer we have to prepare the better. But it won't be too much longer before Turogg brings his army up behind us."

The Duke of Swetford bit down on his lip nervously. "And you're certain about their numbers? It's two-to-one? Wouldn't it be better to keep retreating, maybe to the mountains?"

"They have about half of the army that besieged the Lyskean Pass, about twenty-five thousand men. We have maybe twelve thousand. Haven't you been paying attention, Thomas? Every day more of our men desert and more still are picked up by Turogg's outriders. If we don't meet them in battle soon we won't have an army left to fight with." 

"What do you think our chances are?" Thomas asked.

"Not great. We have only a small core of fighting men; the rest are untrained and ill equipped levies. The orcs under Turogg's command won't be the best, at least. Most of their best warriors chose to go with Bodak to the Duchy of Braden. Even still, they're larger, stronger, faster, and they're better equipped than our men. Our only chance is to catch them by surprise and hope they break." Frederick stated, a grim expression on his face. The Duke stroked through the stubble on his face. "If we make it through the battle, we can continue to pull back into our own lands, try to draw more men and outfit them better while we figure out what happened to the Hestens."

****

Two thousand men, veterans of the battle against the Queen and the campaign in the Boronian County were deployed as a rearguard to protect his army as it crossed the river. They weren't his best troops; Frederick made sure that his professional soldiers and knights crossed first. But if Turogg struck sooner than expected, he hoped the rearguard could delay him long enough for the army to cross and set up a defensive position.

"How did you know about this ford?" Thomas asked him as the reach the crest of a small hill overlooking the river.

"These are Samuel's lands, and I know knew them well. I've ridden through the Duchy of Iaena many times, visiting him." Frederick grinned, the lines of worry melting from his face for just a moment. "We went fishing just over there last summer, and then snuck across to poach some of King Turogg's deer." Frederick chuckled softly at the memory.

"I was never one for hunting, but my father and I used to go fishing in the streams up in the Lyskean Mountains." Thomas said. "The mountain trouts shimmer like gold in the sun when you pull them out of the water. The peasants say it's from swimming through gold dust." The Duke let out a laugh. "Some of them try to collect it up in their nets. Oh, don't get me wrong, there is gold in the water, and sometimes you might get lucky by panning for gold." Thomas grinned, and then laughed again. "But you should see them trying to wring gold dust out of their nets!"

"After the war, maybe I will." Frederick said softly, and then canted his head. "Do you hear that?" The Duke of Haverset went still, and Thomas followed suit.

"I don't hear anything."

"A horn, from the rearguard. They're under attack. Damnation, Turogg is upon us and we're still marching across the river. We have to hurry!" Frederick gave the order for the army to run across the river.

"We'll lose our supply wagons."

"That's better than losing the whole army. Iaena is the bread basket of Zentara, we'll find more to eat." The screams of thousands of warriors burst forth from the forest as a column of orc riders charged out from the tree line.

The orc riders weren't archers, at least. Armed with spears, swords, and axes they charged towards the retreating army. "Where the hell is the rear guard? They're going to be cut off!" Frederick scanned the horizon, fruitlessly trying to find some clue as to what was happening to his men.

"B-but, we're not across the river yet. We haven't had time to prepare!" sputtered the Duke of Swetford.

Frederick waved to his archers, who were among the soldiers first brought across. "Archers! Knock and loose! Knock and loose!"

The archers formed up as fast as they could, but every second it took brought the orcs closer and closer to the army. The first volley tore through the orcs, sending a score of riders into the dust. By the time the second volley was loosed, the orcs were already upon the peasant conscripts, riding them down and smashing through the formation.

Some enterprising sergeant had tried to form them up, but the lines were already buckling. Behind them, the rest of the army was already in full retreat, plunging into the water as they abandoned what weapons and armor they had.

"This is a disaster. We need to form up the regulars and slow the orc attack long enough to restore order. Come on Thomas! Thomas!" Frederick watched in disgust as Thomas turned his horse and began fleeing to the north. The fool is going to bring half the army with him, he thought.

A quick ride down the hill brought him to the knights and sergeants, who were already starting to form up. "We've got to stop this from turning into a rout. We need to slow the orcs attack long enough to get the army across."

"Can't be done, Your Grace. There's too many of them. We'll just get cut off and slaughtered like those poor bastards" answered one of the knights.

"Aye, we could have held them on this side of the river, but it's too late for that. We should get gone like the Duke of Swetford" said another.

"It's too late anyway, look at 'em Your Grace."

The other side of the river was devolving into chaos. Orc riders were hacking their way through the troops, who were trampling each other in their desperation to flee. The sky filled with their cries and shrieks as they were chopped to pieces. As the battle turned, a wing of riders broke off and waded into the river to pursue the fleeing humans.

"There, those horsemen at least. We can attack them. These aren't orc raiders, men, they're merchants and herdsman playing at warriors. I know you can take them. We can take them, if we turn them the rest might follow suit. That's not their main army, their main force is still fighting the rearguard. We can do it. If not, then we lose here, the army fractures, and there is nothing to stop them from getting their revenge. Do you remember their villages? They will want to repay us in kind, and we're all that's standing in the way. When we set out from Shropfordshire, it was to save the Kingdom from the orcs. Well, the time has come to do it. So follow me, men, follow me!"

Frederick turned his horse and drew his sword, and then charged into the river with an exultant scream. The men behind him took up the yell, and soon the best soldiers they had plunged into the water. Arrows continued to fly above them, raining down upon the rear of the orc formation on the opposite side of the river. The Duke ignored it as he closed in on the nearest foe. The orc was so intent on stabbing the human before him he never even saw the blade that took off his head.

A triumphant cry escaped him as Frederick rode on, bringing his sword down to cut the next orc's spear in half. The river roared, drowning the cries of the dying and wounded as it swept them off to their grave. Another orc rode up, and the Duke lifted his shield and slammed it into the orc's sternum. He expected the orc to fall into the water, but was surprised and shocked as the orc maintained his mount and shrugged off the blow.

Luckily, they were too close for the spear to get a good angle. If the orc had chosen to grab him instead he could have been flung from his horse. As it was, while the orc fumbled with his spear Frederick was able to bring his sword around and lunge it into the rider's chest. The bruise on his body made a good target, and soon it was covered in blood as the life drained from his opponent.

A shadow passed over him, and Frederick took a moment to watch the storm of arrows flying overhead and into the orcs. A moment later he was back in the fray as an orc spear jabbed at his side. The Duke easily blocked it with his shield, and then swung his sword around. Although the orc only had a small buckler, his greater strength allowed him to absorb the blow, shaking it off before stabbing with his shield once more.

Frederick winced as he felt the powerful orc drive the tip of the spear through his shield. He hung onto the straps desperately as the orc tried to pull back. Seizing the moment he struck his sword down hard, severing the orc's forearm. As he reeled back in pain, he slashed it back, opening up his stomach. A moment later the orc slipped from his saddle and splashed into the water.

The sparkle of the sun on the water dimmed as it started to run red. On either side of him armored knights cut down the orcs, allowing the retreating forces to make it safely to the other side. Frederick allowed the knights to overtake him so that he could pause and see how the battle was progressing on the far side of the river. Orcs had encircled the remainder of his forces, and with their spears were picking off his soldiers one by one. He then looked back towards his archers, as he hadn't seen a volley pass by in a while. Damn, they must be out of arrows he thought.

The weight of his counterattack began to push back the orcs, and soon they were turning and fleeing back to their comrades. Frederick pressed the attack, clearing a path for his unmounted regulars to follow behind. It was harder to cut down orcs fleeing on horseback while wielding a sword, but when one rider got blocked by another and had to stop he swung his sword while riding forward, cutting through the back of his neck and sending a crimson spray through the air.

Frederick's horse climbed up the river bank as the fleeing orcs slammed into their comrades, breaking the left side of the orc formation enveloping the remainder of the army. His own knights hit the column next, with spear and sword and mace. All around him were the screams of the dying orcs as they were taken on the flank. The arrival of the cavalry rallied the peasant levy, and they began to fight with renewed vigor as they fought their way from the trap.

Their push was bolstered by the arrival of his regulars who now joined the fray. The spearmen came first, skewering the orcs from behind or killing their horses and allowing the soldiers with swords and maces and axes to finish them off on the ground. Their attack centered on the rear of the envelopment and stretched out to the right side of the battle.

When the orcs began to break, a great cheer rose up from the humans. No sound was ever sweeter to Frederick, until a moment later when the cry was joined by the rearguard charging out from the woods, cutting off their retreat. When they sky darkened again his heart soared. We might actually win the day! The archers must have been waiting for a clear shot!

Then the arrows began to rain down on his men, a withering hail that tore through the ranks of the lightly armored peasants and blunted the attack of his regulars. A wave of grey flesh burst from the trees behind the rearguard as the main body of the orc army gave pursuit. Orcs with spears pierced the backs of the fleeing soldiers, while mounted bowmen unleashed volley after volley on his forces. 




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 11



We have to flee, he thought, but quickly realized that was not an option. They would be cut down in the river just as the peasant levies were. A large orc warrior broke ahead of their line holding a spear in one hand and an axe in the other. Turogg! If I can get to him, perhaps the Queen can be saved even if the battle is lost.

"To me, men! All true men, all true Zentarans to me!" The horns signaled his knights, who lined up behind him in a wedge. Frederick led them straight towards Turogg, charging into the torrent of arrows. To the left and to the right his men fell and their horses screamed. The advancing line of orc warriors swept upon them just as they were nearing the orc King. Frederick's shield, already cracked from arrows and spears splintered beneath the heavy swing of an axe. The Duke's tired arm felt like lead as he stabbed it across his body into the chest of his foe.

When the large orc fell off his horse, the sword, still buried in his chest went with him. Frederick quickly maneuvered to get his mace off his belt, but before he could a mass of grey muscle slammed into him, knocking him off the horse and plunging the world into darkness.

****

The cock wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't small either. It slid in and out easily, slickened by her spittle. She liked to drool copiously when sucking a cock. The sound of it never failed to arouse, and it allowed the cock a greater range of motion to pump in and out between her soft lips. Cindy expertly slithered her tongue around the cock, almost able to stroke it with the long muscle like she did with her lips.

The heat of the shaft spread through her mouth, sharply contrasted by the cold iron pressing into her cheeks. The guard began to thrust his hips faster, fucking her mouth through the iron bars. Ryan seemed determined to get the tip into her throat, despite the awkwardness of their situation. She hadn't bothered asking him to open the cell door; she only wanted him close enough to cover his dick with her warm, moist, mouth.

His grunts of satisfaction let her know what was pleasing him. Reaching out between the bars, she squeezed his firm rear and stroked his thighs and hips while pulling him deeper into her mouth. Weeks, or was it months, had passed while she was in the dungeon and her arms had grown thin. A hungry moan escaped her lips as she eagerly sucked on his member. 

Metal from his armor scraped nosily on the jail cell as he grinded his hips, pushing the tip of his cock into her cheeks and back to her tonsils. "That's it, suck it you little whore. I don't think the Queen herself could do it better!"

Cindy winced even as a smile formed around the guard's dick. Hearing Ryan denigrate the Whore Queen let her know that she had perhaps forever tarnished her reputation. But she still didn't like being reminded of her, reminded of who was out there running the Kingdom while she was stuck in the deepest dungeons Ruar had to offer.

The train of thought was broken as she felt Ryan's cock push at the back of her mouth. It triggered a low, choking moan as she tried to relax enough to take it in. The guard grabbed the bars of the cell as he pulled himself into her mouth, struggling to push his shaft all the way in. A moment later though he pulled back, resuming his thrust as recovered for the next opportunity.

Her cheeks began to slap against iron as she bobbed on the cock, moving her mouth up and down the length to match his movements. She started to suck harder and faster, putting all her experience to work on his shaft. The wet sound of her slobbering mouth filled the cell, and if there had been enough light to see it she was sure that it would be glistening, and dripping with her spit.

Now that he's pulled back some, she moves her left hand down to the base of his shaft, jerking it quickly as she slurps up and down the first half of his dick. "Mmmm!" Cindy moaned around his cock, letting the reverberations of the deep satisfied groan ripple up the length of his dick.

"Fuck! You're an artist, Cindy! Hah, I've been saving up such a load you won't even need that extra food I've brought!" Ryan grunted in pleasure as he felt her mouth sliding up to the tip, and the closing her lips over the head to tickle the spot just on the bottom. "Damn, which whorehouse did you say you worked at? I wish I knew back then about you, girl. If the sluts there are half as good as you I think I'll become a regular."

Cindy pulled her mouth up the length of his cock until the head popped out from between her lips. She stroked the base of his cock for a moment as she grinned up at him. "Half as good as me is still twice as good as you'll need, lover. But as long as I'm here you don't need to worry about them. Isn't it better having your own little love prisoner?" With a slight chuckle she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and resumed slurping up and down the length.

The guard could only grunt in response as he felt Cindy's mouth expertly sucking on his cock again. She is definitely the best prisoner I've ever had to watch. Damn, how stupid would you have to be to take up arms as a soldier when you can sit in the castle and get your cock sucked by the best whore in the city? I might never leave the castle again!

The cock throbbed in her mouth, and Cindy knew that Ryan was close to release. She started to bob up and down quicker, eager to bring the guard off. Using her lips and tongue she jerked off his cock with her mouth, sucking in her cheeks to create a tight, wet, hot seal around the shaft. She finally pushed her face hard against the bars, jamming herself far enough forward that the head of his cock finally slipped inside her throat.

Ryan groaned deeply as he finally found release, shooting rope after rope of his seed right down Cindy's throat. Deep shudders ran through his boy as he quivered in pleasure at the feeling of her throat wrapped so tightly around his sensitive ejaculating cock head. The guard gripped the bars in his hands and closed his eyes as he reached the crest of pleasure, until the last of his seed was spent in Cindy's mouth.

"Ah that's a good girl Cindy. You should have stuck to sucking cocks and then maybe you wouldn't be in this mess. But then I probably wouldn't have met you, so all's well that ends well eh?" Ryan laughed carelessly, and when Cindy finished cleaning his cock he pulled it out from the bars and tucked it away in his pants.

"Sucking your cock is all well and good, sir, but I could offer you more still." Cindy flashed him a smile and untied the front of her dress. Slender fingers rubbed over her breasts, and then pulled down the fabric to allow her tits to spill free. "It gets so cold in this cell, but I just know you could help keep me warm."

"Heh, tempting Cindy, tempting, but you can I can't do that." Ryan opened a slot through the bars and passed in a plate of food. "But I also know you have to try, eh girl?" The guard closed the slot and turned away. "See you tomorrow night, Cindy."

The plastered smile on Cindy's face dropped as Ryan disappeared down the hall. He wasn't that bad, really, not as far as most men go. But that didn't mean she liked him, either. It was important to build trust, though, and she learned there was no faster way to make a man trust you than to make him think you depended on him. Trading favors for extra food, blankets, or a candle. In a brothel, on the street, or in a dungeon, a trick is a trick.

She quickly ate the food off the plate while she fingered the guard's key in her pocket. She would need her strength if she were to make good her escape, and there wasn't a moment to lose. He'd surely notice it missing before tomorrow. After she was done, Cindy bent the handle of the metal cup on the bars so it pointed outward like a small knife and opened her cell door.

The hall was narrow and dark, but that worked in her favor. There were no other cells in the passageway; just a long winding hall plunged in darkness. She didn't precisely know where she was going, so the shadows would provide a refuge in which to hide while she searched for the way out. She was still unconscious when she was brought in originally, and the only parts of the dungeon she knew were what she could see and what she was able to weasel out of the guards.

Cindy crept down the winding passageway, her heart leaping with the cacophony of every step. The scurrying of the rats sounded like the garrison marching down the corridor, and her every breath was a gale wind that threatened to pull the castle down. At the end of the hallway was a wooden door with strong iron braces. She couldn't hear anything when she pressed her ear against it, nor could she see any guards when peeking through the keyhole. 

Taking a deep breath, she slipped the key into the lock and turned it, cringing as metal grinded against metal. The rusty hinges made a creak that turned her hair white, but when she looked through the door crack she saw only an empty room with a small table, a chair and a lit candle. This must be where Ryan sits, she thought, but where is he?

Cindy snuck into the room, holding her breath as she left the protective darkness of the corridor for the better lit chamber. Doors were on either side of the room, and as she hovered between them indecisively they burst open and a half-dozen guards rushed into the room. That sudden appearance of the guards shook her out of her stupor, and with an angry cry she slashed at the nearest one with the handle of her metal cup. It glanced off his helmet and slid harmlessly to the side. Strong arms grabbed her from behind, and as she reared up to kick out more grabbed her legs.

"Let go of me you fuckers! Let go! How can you be serving the Whore Queen? She letting you suck all the orc dick you want? Let me go!" Cindy's screams resounded in the narrow passageway as she was carried back to her cell. The guards took the keys from her and threw her back inside. Cindy slammed onto the cold stone floor with a thud that knocked the breath from her.

Eventually she picked herself up off the floor. "Lousy fuckers won't even talk to me. Fuck them. The Duke of Swetford will come for me. When the King of Heste takes the city I'll be let out, I'll be a hero then."

"He won't, you know." A deep, resonate voice rumbled from the darkness.

Cindy jumped at the sound and stepped up to the bars, only to jump back with a cry when an orc's grey face materialized from the shadows of the hall. "Stay back you fucking pig! I don't need a weapon you come in here I'll claw your eyes out myself!"

"I believe you might do it." The orc replied, a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm Chancellor Trodott. I've been waiting for you to try something, you know. You're a clever girl, I knew you'd think of something. All your guards are searched when they come in and when they go out. I hope you don't take offense, but I rather thought you might try trading your body for favors, to try and seduce the guard into letting you out. But stealing his keys? I'm impressed. You're a capable woman, Cindy. You could have done great things."

"Well aren't you just the smartest? Chancellor? Hah! What the hell are we coming to when a fucking pig can be Chancellor. Well, what do you want then? I'd sooner bite your dick off then suck it if that's what you're here for, even if you'd let me out." 

"Oh, there's no chance of you getting out Cindy. Not after all those terrible stories you've spread about our Queen. She is going to want to speak with you, when she returns." Trodott set a chair down a comfortable distance from the cell bars and sat in it.

"Stories? I don't know what you're talking about..." Cindy replied. Damn it, how did they know that?

Her thoughts were answered a moment later. "Don't play dumb, Cindy. The Madame at the Soiled Dove told us everything. Stabbing your former customers isn't good for business, I'm afraid. Nor did she want to be caught up in anything that might be construed as treason."

"That bitch" Cindy snarled. "I should have known she couldn't be trusted, what with letting you foul beasts into her place to start with."

Trodott simply smiled, seemingly immune to her caustic insults. "She's loyal to the Queen, at least. Why do you hate her so much? What did she ever do to you?"

"She's a whore! She fucked those orcs back then and she's still fucking them now! She's going to turn the whole Kingdom into a pig fucking brothel!"

"You really believe that? That the Queen worked as a whore in a brothel?" Trodott asked in surprise.

"I know it! I saw her there didn't I? Ask her yourself, if she ever makes it back here."

"Oh she will, don't you worry about that. The King of Heste is in full retreat, and will soon be back across the Warne River. Meanwhile, King Turogg has routed the army of your friends, the Dukes of Swetford and Haverset. It's over, Cindy." Trodott steepled his fingers and leaned forward. "It's time to repent. I'm sure if you confess your crimes and recant the stories, the Queen would be inclined for leniency."

Cindy stared blankly at him a moment, and then charged across the cell, slamming roughly into the bars as she reached out to Trodott, clawing through the air as she tried to rend off the orc's face. "Lying shit! We can't have lost! We're right! The Kingdom must be saved and the Whore Queen cast down!"

Trodott rose from his seat with a sigh. "I can see that you're not going to be reasonable Cindy, but that's alright. I'll visit you again, in a while. After the Queen defeats the Hestens, she'll want to talk to you as well. But you won't escape, so please do not try. If you try again, your...conditions here will be altered, and not for the better. There is no escape, none."

As the orc melted into the darkness, Cindy cursed him again, and the Whore Queen, and all Zentara if they would kneel before her. When the footsteps receded she fell back, panting for breath. The Whore Queen hadn't defeated the King of Heste yet? Then there was still hope. Let her revel in her arrogance before being brought low, that must be the way of it. And when the King of Heste gets here, she thought, I'll make sure the 'chancellor' rots in this very cell. Cindy's rubbed her hands together, the thought warming her as her grin filled the darkness.



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 12



The flickering torches burning in the upper towers of Castle Wareg blended in with the stars twinkling in dark, moonless sky. It created a surreal impression that the castle was only partially of this world; like an ethereal castle of shadow that faded in and out of the world in times of great importance. Twice now Jeanette had come to its gates. The first time marked the end of the First Hesten War and the death of her onetime fiancé, Gilbert. Now she was here again, pursuing an army in another Hesten War.

Castle Wareg and the city were much quicker to surrender this time. The people here had been abandoned by the King of Heste, and hoped that she would show mercy if they showed repentance. In truth, she had little other choice but to show clemency. If she massacred the city, though it might be a show of justice for Bodak, it would hardly demonstrate to the people that things were going to change in Braden. Which, in a way, made Jeanette glad that Turogg wasn't here. Though she missed him, she didn't want to imagine how his need for vengeance would further alienate the populace.

Even still, the population was wary of her, and she of them. They remained hidden away, locked indoors while she moved about the city under heavy guard. At least the castle was secure, she thought as she strolled over the drawbridge, her personal guard a respectful distance behind her. Susannah would be safe here once she set off again in the morning. Her friend was far too close to term to march with the army, and needed the comfort of home.

It wouldn't be too much longer before she would need the comfort of home as well. Jeanette's thoughts turned towards Katerei and Gorath. It had taken a lot of guile to keep them separated for the past few weeks, sending each off in different directions with different commands. Tonight would be the first time all three of them were together, and if she had planned it right then Kat would be also be in need of some comfort.

Despite having been here before after a siege, Jeanette was surprised at how well the castle had survived the turnover. She knew there was no battle, but she would have expected more signs of looting or burning. Instead, the halls were still adorned with tapestries, the furniture was in one piece, and the doors and walls were in perfect order.

At a glance, it looked like a good place for Susannah to raise her child, but when she thought of her own children, she couldn't picture them playing and laughing here. Gilbert had received the castle after the previous Duke had rebelled against King Connor, but his tastes ran darker. He had never made it into a home. Agmar might do well here, she thought, it matches his grim, solemn personality. But the others were a better match for Greenthorn Castle in Ruar, a castle of splendor and riches.

A smile crossed her face as she thought of them. It was definitely time to bring this war to a close so she could return to her family. Jeanette entered meeting hall to find Vrenchak, Kat, Gorath, and Willem Gulford, the Duke of Fullorm waiting for her. Her jaw clenched and her expression tightened as she regarded him. She had long since moved past the days when he played court to her, but if he had moved quicker with his troops to seize the Lyskean Pass then thus war might have been much shortened. Instead, he waited for Turogg and the Royal Army to arrive, and allowed Heste to seize the Pass instead.

Whatever else he is, he's not incompetent, she thought. He was probably providing tacit support to Frederick and Thomas, hoping to see me fail. I wonder what promises were made behind closed doors before all this started. Jeanette forced a smile to her lips as she looked around the room. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Castle Wareg, capital of the Duchy of Braden, once more in Zentaran hands."

Everyone clapped their hands or thumped the table to celebrate the liberation of the castle. When the noise died down, Vrenchak rose from the table and spoke. "Your Highness, the army will be ready to march at dawn. We have twenty-five thousand mounted orcs, with one sheaf of wood-tipped arrows each. We also have five hundred human archers with two sheaves of steel-tipped arrows each, five thousand mounted knights, and just over seventeen thousand human foot."

Jeanette smiled, pleased with the report. It would be better to have more steel-tipped arrows for the orc, but they had found it to be ruinously expensive to create them in the numbers the orcs required. They had tried to recover the Hesten arrows from the battle, but most had been trampled underfoot by horses during the battle, and many others had burned when the Pass was set on fire. "Excellent. Where do the Hestens stand?"

"Our scouts placed their numbers at thirty thousand total, about one third of which are mounted knights. The rest are foot soldiers, but as we saw in the battle, most are equipped with both bows and melee weapons."

Gorath scowled at being reminded of the arrows that had torn through his forces and forced him to commit to an attack that resulted in him getting flanked and suffering heavy casualties.

Willem cut in. "Another shipment of grain has arrived from Thesta. We'll have more than enough food to both feed our army and the Duchy of Braden. That should go a long way to mollifying the populace and bringing them back into line."

He doesn't look nearly as pleased as he should, she thought. But maybe she was just getting paranoid, seeing traitors where they didn't exist. "Very good." Jeanette smiled as she looked around the room, before settling her gaze on Kat and Gorath. "You're all dismissed, except for Katerei and Gorath. I wish to discuss our relationship with Thesta, and express my gratitude for their continued support in the war."

As the rest of her council filed out, Jeanette's excitement started to grow. The only relief she'd gotten in the last few weeks had come from teasing Daniels, and that wasn't nearly as satisfying as being with Kat and Gor. The anticipation for this encounter had been building for just as long, and she yearned for the chance to level the playing field between them.

When they were finally alone, Jeanette shut the door and then moved between them with a sultry smile. Kat was looking between her and Gor, heat blazing on her face. Gorath's scowl had since melted away, and he thrummed with pent up energy, eager for release. When Jeanette place a hand behind both their necks, she could feel the tension in their muscles. Her soft, slender fingers dexterously rubbed their necks, until finally she bent down and nuzzled her lips against Gorath's tusk, and then kissed him deeply. After she drank of his lips, she turned and kissed Kat full on the mouth, letting their tongues entwine for just a moment. "Mmm, I've missed you both. It's been too long since I've had you with me. I was going to have you meet me in my quarters, but I just can't wait. I want you both, now, here!"

Kat turned in her chair and stroked up Jeanette's inner thigh, then pulled open the Queen's pants. Her hand dived inside, seeking out Jeanette's already moist slit to rub eagerly as she cupped her rear with her other hand. Gorath nipped at Jeanette's neck, his own hands lifting the Queen's shirts to delve underneath, groping her breasts eagerly as he pinched and tugged at her nipples.

The Queen's hands moved, one of them covering Gorath's shaft and pressing it through his pants, the other stroking up through Katerei's hair to hold her lips against her side. She started to rub Gorath's cock eagerly, her fingers sliding up and down the bulge in his in pants as she worked her hips to press against Kat's hand, humping it back quickly as the warrior woman's fingers danced over her slit.

Pleasure coursed through Jeanette as they touched and teased her all over. Too soon, she thought, I can't let them take control, not tonight. She quickly unlaced Gorath's britches and slid her hand inside, wrapping her slender fingers around his thick cock. The tips traced down the corkscrewed ridges until she reached the base, and then squeezed him firmly in her fist. Jeanette pulled the thick grey slab of meat free as she curled the fingers of her other hand through Katerei's hair and guided the woman's lips to kiss the slanted tip of Gor's shaft.

His fat cock disappeared inside Katerei's mouth as she took it deeply. Her own soft moan was drowned by Gorath's guttural groan of pleasure when his lover's soft lips and wet tongue pressed against his sensitive shaft. Kat wasted no time, and was soon bobbing up and down on his cock while Jeanette stroked the base into her mouth.

"That's it, suck his big orc cock; get it nice and juicy for us, get him nice and ready to fuck us both right here on the table! Tell her Gorath, tell her how much you love feeling her mouth around your dick!" Jeanette's dirty words reverberated in the closed room as she breathlessly forced them out. Every time she paused her words were punctuated by the wet sucking of the orc's cock sliding in and out between Kat's lips.

"Oh fuck Kat, I do! I love the way your mouth feels around my cock! Don't stop!" The big orc warrior grunted and moved his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Kat's mouth until the tip started to probe at the back of her throat.

Katerei relaxed her throat to take him in, and with Jeanette incessantly pushing her forward she soon found her lips pressing into the orc's pelvis as his thick tool plunged down her throat, making it bulge lewdly. Her hands moved to Gorath's hips, helping to pull him into her mouth as she bobbed up and down, meeting the tempo of his thrusts.

"That's it, fuck her throat, get it nice and deep down in there!" Jeanette purred as she placed one hand on the back of Kat's neck and pushed, holding her face against Gorath's crotch to make her swallow the entirety of the orc's thick cock. When she finally relented, she pulled Kat completely off the shaft, leaving her panting for breath. "So nice and wet and hot...it's time to fuck us, Gor, fuck us both!"

Jeanette's fingers deftly stripped off Katerei's shirt, baring her small, firm breasts. The Queen then knelt down behind her, pressing her face into the warrior woman's tight rear as she pulled off the boots, before finally tearing her breeches down as well. Her own clothes followed, and she pressed Kat onto the table on her back and mounted atop her.

"That's it my Queen, mount me, touch me, kiss me!" Kat moaned hotly as their naked bodies rubbed together. Jeanette obliged her, pressing their mouths together with an eager groan as she grinded her naked slit against Kat's, mixing up the juices of their body as their soft, pillowy tits mashed together.

The sight of the Queen and Katerei's naked bodies pressed together was too much for Gorath to ignore. He quickly positioned himself between their legs and slammed his cock into Jeanette's waiting cunt. He began to thrust vigorously, sliding his ridged cock in and out of her moist pussy. His large, grey, beefy hands closed around Jeanette's firm ass, squeezing the cheeks and helping her to press against Kat's pussy. "Oh fuck! I needed this! We needed this! Nnnng!"

Tremors rippled through her body as she felt his corkscrewed cock rubbing her sensitive inner walls. "Ah! Yes! Deeper! Push it deeper! Fuck me!" Jeanette's cry was only partially feigned; his cock felt so good inside her, but she didn't want him getting too excited yet, not before he had his dick deep inside Kat. Despite her reservations her body still clamped tightly around his shaft, squeezing it inside her, desperate to feel it pulsing against the flesh of her pussy.

Katerei placed her fingers atop Gor's, holding them tenderly as they squeezed Jeanette's ass. The Queen's hot moans sent a shiver of need through her, reminding her of how much she missed Gorath fucking her. She pressed her face closer to Jeanette's, kissing her eagerly and sucking on the royal tongue. She continued to pump her hips, pushing them into the Queens as she desperately sought any sort of friction for her aching cunt.

Breaking the kiss, Jeanette panted heavily while looking down at Kat. "Tell us how much you want it, tell him how much you need his cock!"

"Mmm! Give it to me! It's my turn Gor, fuck me now!"

Gorath quickly pulled his shaft out of Jeanette's slavering pussy and slammed it into Kat's. He moved his hips even faster, eager to make up for the even momentary pause when he pulled out of the Queen. Each thrust made his hips smack heavily against their thighs, and sent Jeanette's body crashing into Kat's. "Oh shit its good Kat! I love fucking your pussy even more than your mouth! You feel so good! You both feel so fucking good!"

Jeanette let Kat enjoy several thrusts before yelling out "Switch!" Then it was her turn to enjoy Gorath's fucking. She continued to look down into Katerei's eyes, panting lustfully as the orc slammed his dick in and out of her, again and again. Her hard nipples slashed across the warrior woman's body with each impact of Gorath's hips colliding into her thighs. "Switch!"

Squeals of pleasure erupted from Kat as Gor entered her again. She extended her legs, wrapping them around the orc to pull him harder against her, desperate to bring herself to climax. Sweat glistened on her body, making her slide even more rapidly against the Queen as their bodies touched everywhere. "Yes! Mmm! Like that! Keep going!"

Before he could get into a rhythm though, Jeanette called out again. "Switch!" Gorath obliged her, and was soon thrusting into Jeanette once more. "That's it...almost there..." Almost there to where I need you, she thought. Almost there. "Switch!"

This time when Gorath slipped into Kat she moved, spinning around so that she was straddling the warrior woman's face. "Lick me Kat, eat my pussy while he fucks you!" Another shudder ran through her body as she felt Katerei's tongue flick over her clit, lapping back and forth rapidly. "Oh that's it you greedy little minx, lick me good since I'm letting you have all of his cock!"

Now freed from Jeanette's torturous game of switching pussies every time he got a good tempo, Gorath began to frantically buck into Katerei's body. His muscular grey chest swelled and glistened as he thrust, his hips becoming a blur as he moved in and out. He was already horny before having Kat's mouth on his cock, and now after switching between the two cunts the slanted tip of his cock was hypersensitive and desperate for release.

The Royal Cunt pressed firmly against her mouth as Jeanette lowered her weight onto Kat's mouth. She opened for it, eagerly wrapping her lips around the Queen's mound. She sucked it, and pushed her tongue between the nether lips, tasting the royal nectar. Meanwhile Gorath continued to fuck her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the orgasm she'd been craving for weeks.

A devilish smile crossed Jeanette's lips as she basked in the pleasure of Kat's tongue pushing inside her. She slowly lowered herself down to the woman's clit and began to slowly tease and torture it with her tongue, occasionally flicking the tip over to Gorath's cock as it pumped in and out. "We've been together for so long now Kat. Months and months, you learn a lot about someone. Do you want to know what I've learned about you?" Jeanette laughed and swirled her tongue around the woman's clit again before continuing. "I've learned the days of your cycle, just as you surely learned mine when you urged Gorath to cum inside me."

The Queen lowered her weight down on Kat, trapping her again as she sucked on the woman's clit while grinding her own sex in her face. Her hands reached out, gripping Gorath's ass and pulling him deeper and harder into their lover. "Today is your fertile day, and now Gorath is going to cum inside you, just like he did me!"

Gorath tried to pull back, but feeling even the slightest resistance from Jeanette's hands made him cave, and soon he plunged eagerly back inside Kat's warm, wet, cunt. It felt too good for him to stop now, he had to keep going. "Oh fuck Kat, I can't stop, I can't stop! Mmmph!"

The wet sound of his cock sloshing in her cunt rattled in her mind, which swam in lust as she felt herself trapped between Jeanette's body and her own unbridled lust. "Mmmmm!" All she could do was squeal into the Queen's pussy as she teetered on the brink of climax, before she could hold out no longer. Her body convulsed in ecstasy as the orgasm swept through her, making her body clench tightly around Gorath's cock.

The feeling of her muscles squeezing his shaft was too much for the orc, and soon he threw his head back, roaring in pleasure as his cock exploded deep inside his lover for the first time. Burst after burst of thick, ropey cum shot inside her fertile body, flooding her pussy and assaulting the gates of her womb. Weeks of pent up lust unleashed inside her as he painted her insides white with his seed.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck her! Breed her Gor! Knock her up yesssss!" Jeanette cried out as her own climax erupted, triggered by the culmination of her 'revenge' on the two who had taken advantage of her lust previously. Now they were truly united, now they were all truly equal in their lust.

****

The Bone Bridge stood before them, spanning the length of the Warne River. Though hewn of a dark, cold, grey stone it was called the Bone Bridge for the workers who died building it near two hundred and fifty years ago for King Conrad Ousten. It was near five hundred paces long, and wide enough across for a column of horses to ride abreast. The Kings of Heste called it the Military Bridge, and from the moment it was erected they marched their armies over it. First to conquer the Low Counties and the Duchy of Braden, and then to invade the Duchies that became Zentara.

It didn't look like they were going to be crossing today, though. King Connor had been waiting for them for at least a fortnight, and had used his time well. Stakes had been set up on the northern bank of the Warne, and trenches dug to hinder any attempt at passing. A gate of strong timber was erected blocking the far side of the bridge, sealing a gauntlet of death if she tried to make it across.

"The fool should have torn the bridge down." Vrenchak said as they rode up the arch. Jeanette nodded silently, still staring across the river towards the fortifications.

"He couldn't afford to replace it, nor would he be able to bring the supplies he needs south if he wins the battle." Willem replied. The Duke of Fullorm was competent, at least, and now that it was becoming clear that even if Connor won the battle he wouldn't be able to conquer Zentara Willem was going out of his way to prove his worth and loyalty.

A dozen human guards trailed behind them, though Jeanette did not think they would prove necessary. Connor would not attempt trickery at a parley, not with both armies watching. The last thing he would want said was that he could only defeat the Queen of Zentara through betrayal.

The sun rose high above them, almost to its zenith as they reached the crest of the bridge. Her crown caught much of the light and heat, and it would surely burn her skin of her raven locks didn't cushion its perch. This might be the last warm day of the year, she thought, only death and darkness remain after. Jeanette banished the melancholy thoughts. Today will be a good day, a new beginning and a return to the Era of Peace.

King Connor met them halfway across the bridge, flanked by two young men and followed by a dozen of his own soldiers. "Alfred, how good it is to see you again" Jeanette said sweetly. "I had hoped to see you at Castle Wareg, as did Susannah. She misses you greatly, and fears for you even more."

Connor scowled as Jeanette addressed Alfred. "We came to parley, Jeanette. Not to make pleasantries and catch up with old friends." The King of Heste was a big man, though not nearly so big as Turogg or Vrenchak. The King's white hair and bushy beard near covered his head, leaving only his fierce blue eyes and snarling teeth visible. His chain shirt was immaculate, though beneath it she could see the scars of pervious battles cut into his leather breastplate. Atop his head was the great crown of Heste, wrought in gold with inlaid rubies adorning the spiky points that rose from the gold band wrapped around the king's head.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 12



"But there is so much catching up to do, Connor." The King of Heste bristled as Jeanette used his first name. "I'm sure your father is worried about you as well, Alfred, and you him. You should know that his host has been beaten, and he has been taken prisoner. But I assure you, he's safe and will be treated fairly. As will you, if you come back to us now."

A mixture of relief and concerned passed over Alfred's face. "I should hope so, Jeanette. He was as near a father to you as he is to me, at least until you betrayed us. Why Susannah remains loyal I-"

"Enough!" Connor interrupted. "Say what it is you've come to say, Jeanette, and then let us join battle. You wear armor and bear a sword like a man. Come across this bridge and show me if you fight like one."

Vrenchak bristled at the challenge, and moved to draw his sword before Jeanette raised her hand to calm him. The Queen continued to smile sweetly as she turned her gaze from Alfred back to the King of Heste. "You would like that I'm sure. I can see from here that you've been preparing to receive us for weeks. But I prefer Thestan fare. I've just received fresh wayns of food, and my men are expecting their pay on the morrow. I'm afraid I'm much too busy to accommodate you."

"Coward! You play at being a warrior and yet you refuse to attack."

Jeanette replied with an unladylike snort. "Attack your prepared position across a river? I'm a Warrior Queen, not a fool. Though if you wish to school me, by all means send your men across the Warne to meet mine."

"Don't do it father, even with the men I brought-"

"Silence, you fool!" Connor bellowed at the young man to his right. Soft of face, and clad in an ill-fitting leather breastplate and a chain shirt that looked ready to drag him off the horse, he wilted beneath the king's rebuke.

"Is this young Garrett then?" Jeanette offered the Prince of Heste a smile. "He would have made a fitter consort than your brother, the fat wretch he was."

Connor purpled at the insult. "My brother was a good man, and loyal. He would have taught you the proper way to be a Queen, and not sold your people to rapers and looters."

"He means you, Vrenchak." Willem said with a smirk. Vrenchak didn't rise to the bait though, and continued to glare at the King.

"Your brother was a reprobate who tortured his men and molested his servants. Or was it tortured his servants and molested his men? I can't recall, though either way it's no wonder they killed him." For a moment Jeanette thought he might actually draw his steel and attack, but only for a moment.

"I name you liar, Jeanette. I know it was your 'husband' that did the deed. Did you think the truth would not come out? I know a great many things, Queen of Whores. Is your son with you? The eldest one I mean, Agmar is his name is it not?" Connor grinned nastily. "No? I'll look for him when I take Ruar."

Jeanette flushed at the accusation. How can he know all this? "I hope you didn't pay for your information in good gold, Connor, for you've been sold a fairytale. It makes a good story I suppose; the singers would love it. But there is no truth to it."

The king's laugh was a low rumble that chortled from deep within his breast. "I'm surprised you still have the grace to blush. The truth is written all over your face. Of course I suspected you of murdering my brother, but when I received word from Sir Drake that you were a whore and a slut who spread her legs for orcs even before you were married to one, well that I had trouble crediting. But I can see the truth of it now, and count it fortunate you didn't take my brother's hand in marriage. You would have dirtied him."

Now it was Jeanette who almost attacked, and Vrenchak as well. "Sir Drake? He-"

"He sent me word of everything he knew, after his death. Do you think you could just kill him and that would be all? You should have known him better than that, you lived with him near all your life. No, he took precautions; to make sure that you would be dragged down into the abyss with him should you take his life. Well, maybe it has taken longer than he hoped, but still that time is here."

Even now Sir Drake plagues me. It has been almost nine years since his death and still he conspires with Heste to ruin me. "Sir Drake was a liar in life, it follows that he'd be one in death. No matter. This is what I have come to say: we will not attack. We have food enough to feed our troops, and coin to pay them. You are running short on both. I can keep my army in the field all through winter if I must where yours will desert after the first snowfall. Meet me in battle and we'll settle it here on the bridge. Your son says he's brought reinforcements; so much the better. Your numbers must be near equal to ours. Meet me in honest battle and we'll settle this once and for all."

"Father, we shouldn't leave our positions, she can't know for sure-" Garrett pleaded with his father again, who shot him another querulous look.

"I said be quiet!" Connor glowered at his son, and then at Jeanette. She met his gaze, and for several long minutes they stared at each other before he finally broke the silence. "So be it. We meet in battle at dawn." The King of Heste and his turned his horse and departed back to his own line. Alfred looked at her a long moment, before turning as well.

"That went about as well as could be expected. My congratulations Your Highness, I had no idea you could be so rude and insulting. No one will call you the Queen of Courtesy now." Willem's hollow jest fell flat, and soon the Queen too turned her horse and to return to their camp.

"Meet me in the tent in an hour, we have a battle to discuss."

****

When the sun rose above the Bone Bridge the next day, it shone upon both armies standing ready for battle. Jeanette had sent Gorath and Kat upriver with fifteen thousand orc riders to force a passage over the Warne and then circle around to attack Connor's forces from behind. That left her with ten thousand orcs, split evenly on both wings of her army. The center was made up of her human foot; it would be their job to take the bridge. Armed mostly with axes and spears and clad in boiled leather, they would have a hard time against the better equipped Hestens. But they had the advantage in archers, at least with the orcs harrying them from the side.

They didn't need to hold long. Kat and Gorath were to shoot a flaming arrow into the air when they were in position, and then the Queen's army would abandon the bridge. She wanted to draw the Hestens onto the south bank, get them to commit their armored knights to the attack and then have her lovers fall upon them from the rear.

Then, with the orcs attacking from the sides, her foot from the front, and Kat and Gorath from behind, the Hestens would be trapped and destroyed. It all hinged on Kat and Gorath though, and her men holding long enough for them to get into position. Jeanette looked upon her army with pride. The last time she led an army to war she was caught between Turogg and Frederick. Now, she was truly in command. Kat, Gorath, Vrenchak, and even Willem provided good counsel, but she was making the decisions.

Even still, she wasn't so foolish as to charge into battle herself, not if she could help it. Willem would command the foot on the bridge, Vrenchak the orcs, while Kat and Gor had the riders. She would command the Zentaran knights, though if all went according to the plan they wouldn't be needed until after the Hesten army had already been broken.

Trumpets began to blast from north bank of the river, and the large wooden gates that Connor erected creaked open. A moment later her own trumpets answered, and soon both were drowned beneath the steady drumbeat of soldiers marching. Tension built on the field like a thick fog as the two great masses grew closer. Minutes seemed like hours, until finally both armies neared the crest of the arch bridge. A great roar went up from both sides, and the two forces charged against each other, unbidden by horn or drum.

If only there were a hill, she thought. I'd give half my kingdom to be able to see what's happening. Though she couldn't make out what was happening in the melee on the bridge, she was able to see the orc riders repositioning on the shore. Soon flights of arrows were being loosed, the wooden shafts biting at the Hesten lines from the sides. Connor's bowmen soon answered, sending their own arrows screaming through the air towards the orcs. Her own human archers answered that in kind, and soon the battle raging on the bridge was shadowed by the hail of arrows flying overhead from both sides.

Screams began to ring out across the morning sky. The enemy had almost half again as many soldiers on the bridge as she did, but the battlefield was confined to the bridge, which prevented the Hestens from using their numbers to their full advantage. They just have to hold, hold long enough for Kat and Gor to cross the river.

****

The waters of the Warne ran before him, rushing eastward towards the Bone Bridge. "The battle will have started by now" he said. 

"Then we'd better get a move on.  We don't want to miss out on all the glory do we?" Kat grinned at him as she readied her mace and javelin.

"I've had my fill of glory already. Now I'll just settle for gold and plunder."

"And the Queen's favor" Kat laughed.

"Getting jealous? I've spilled in you just like I have in her." Gorath regretted his words the moment he saw the smile slip off her face. "Sorry. I'm just not eager to charge blindly into battle again."

Katerei nodded and looked out towards the ford. The Hestens were waiting for them on the other side. They had thrown up defenses to guard the ford, stakes and trenches to keep them from charging through their ranks. "Aye, it won't be easy, but I don't think they'll be able to hold us. Send a small force forward on foot to probe what they got, while the rest rain arrows on them. We have many times their number, we'll be able to break through."

"But will we be able to do it fast enough to join Jeanette? That's the real question." Gorath chuckled deeply. "Though I suppose if not, there is nothing to stop us from raiding all the way through Heste and returning to the Princess-Knight. Thesta is on the other side, right?"

"Yeah, we'd have to go through the Catabrian hill tribes to get there, but they wouldn't trouble us. They've been allied to the Thestans forever and would be glad if we gave Heste a black eye. I don't know if the Her Highness would want all these orcs in her lands. She doesn't mind you and our boys, but this is a lot more than she would have bargained for."

"Heh, well, if it comes to all that then I'm sure she'd like the gold we snatched from Heste, and would be all to happy to send them through to Zentara to join Turogg. Then we could go back to what we were doing before the war started." He wondered if that's what he really wanted, though. Chasing orcs along the border wouldn't be nearly as entertaining as Jeanette's war was. Not nearly as profitable either.

Katerei seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Her Highness will be glad to hear all the things we've learned too, though half of them won't make any difference if we don't rescue Jeanette on time and she loses the battle. Is that still what you want? To return to Thesta when all this is over?"

The orc paused a moment, and then shrugged. "I don't know, that's a problem for tomorrow. For now let's kill these Hesten bastards and cross the river!"

****

"It's a queer sort of battle, isn't it?" Jeanette asked, turning towards Daniels.

"Highness? What do you mean?"

"The battles we've seen; they've all been messy and chaotic. But this one, well the bridge limits the battlefield. Our armies meet in the middle and the soldiers fight for ten or fifteen minutes, and then leave the front line to rest." She chuckled softly. "Who ever heard of taking a rest break in the middle of a battle? Yet they do." Jeanette watched as the battle continued on the bridge.

The archers on both sides had had stopped firing, preferring to conserve their arrows for when the battle took a more decisive turn. Her orcs had continued to sprawl along the shore to get a better view of the battle, while Connor's archers did the same on the opposite bank. Her knights maintained rank though, eager to exploit a weakness if the Hesten lines should break.

"Fighting is tiring work, Your Highness. No one would want to be in the vanguard if they had to fight until they were too tired to lift sword and shield and were cut down." Daniels' voice was almost a whisper, quiet and tired. She had to strain to hear him over the sounds of the battle. Perhaps she had been riding him too hard.

"True enough. I won't begrudge them that." The Queen's leather breastplate weighed heavy on her shoulders, so she could only imagine how it would feel to have a chain shirt atop that. The battle had been raging for over an hour now as each side contested the arch of the bridge. The advantage would go to whoever pushed the other off first, as then their side would be fighting down the slope instead of up it. It wasn't part of their plan to push the Hestens off, but they couldn't afford to lose ground before they were ready either.

The Queen continued to watch the carnage unfold, but as the sun climbed higher in the sky the din of battle receded, until finally all was quiet on the bridge. "What's happened? Why have they stopped?"

"I don't know Your Highness, I'll find out." Daniels promised as he rode off. The footman was back in less than fifteen minutes with the answer and a grim expression on his face. "Both sides have declared a temporary truce, Your Highness."

"A truce? Who authorized that, and why?" Anything that bought them time to wait for Katerei and Gorath was good, but not if it meant her men were turning mutinous.

"There's too many dead, down there on the bridge." Daniels turned to look back towards the Bone Bridge, his face pale. "Too much gore, neither side could fight properly. They're dumping the dead into the river and then they'll continue fighting.

Sure enough, Jeanette began to see bodies being pitched off the side of the bridge, one after another until the rushing waters of the Warne turned dark. So many corpses fell down into that they got twisted and hooked around one another, and as corpses floated downstream they became trapped on rocks or sticks in the water until they formed a bloody dam. She tried to keep count, but there were too many too fast. The main battle hasn't even been joined yet, she thought as she turned her eyes to the horizon, hoping for some sign of her lovers while the sound of battle resumed.

****

Crimson blood sparkled through the air as the man's head went flying before raining down into the water and disappearing in the current. The bravest Hestens had ventured into the water to meet them, and their doom. Gorath swung his axe again, sinking it into the back of one who thought to race past him. "Keep moving you fucks! Don't let it be said that these puny human sons of bitches held us off! Keep moving forward! Keep moving!" The orcs behind him let out a cheer and surged forward again.

To his left, Kat swung low with her mace and destroyed a Hesten's knee, though the sickening crunch of his leg collapsing was soon muffled by the roar of the Warne as it carried the wounded man off downstream. "I hope you don't mean me Gor! I'm human, and a bit of a fuck, but I'm not puny and I'm crossing the river with you all the same!" The warrior woman deftly deflected a spear point thrust at her, which made Gorath's heart seize up for a moment, before she broke her assailants hand and skull in turn. 

This is madness, he thought. I should never have let her come into battle when she might be carrying my child, though it's not like I could have stopped her. The Queen chose a poor time to play her little trick. Gorath forced a smile to his face as he replied.

"Bah, you should know better than that! I'd take you before any of those big bastards behind me." Another flight of arrows flew over the river, though they didn't have much effect on the Hestens cowering behind their shields and fortifications. Still, it kept them down long enough for him to climb ashore the north bank of the river.

Orcs warriors began to stream past him, leaping over the trenches as he paused to start cutting down the stakes. They needed to clear a way for the horses if they wanted to rout this rabble and get to Jeanette.

"Clear way, Captain!" Gorath stepped aside as a large orc sprinted past and jumped over the trench, only to find a spear waiting to impale his belly. The orc slipped off the wooden shaft into the trench, not even making a sound. The Hesten who did it looked shocked, though only for a moment before another orc cut him down. Poor bastard, probably never saw combat before today, and now he never will.

A few other orcs stopped to help him dismantle the fortifications while Kat led the others into the fray on the other side of the trench. Occasionally he would hear some shout of derision for his human lover; for being a woman, and for fighting alongside the orcs. No voice was ever the same though, and he expected they regretted insulting her when they should have been trying to kill her.

"You two, start filling up that trench with corpses. And you, cut down that wall and throw it in there too. We need to get the horses across as quickly as possible." The orcs rushed to obey him, but Gorath was already vaulting over the trench and rejoining the battle. These were not veterans of the Pit of Fire; they were green boys, fresh levies, sent to stop or slow any attempt to cross the ford. The orcs were like a scythe slicing through wheat, parting all resistance before them. As his axe cleaved another foe, the boys started to turn and run, throwing down spear and shield and helm.

We have them, he thought, we have them now. "Forward! Kill them all! Let none escape! We can't let them warn Heste!" A great cheer rose up, but it wasn't from his orcs. A fresh wave of Hesten soldiers appeared from behind yet another line of defenses, screaming and charging them with fury. A savage grinned crossed his lips, and he raised his axe to meet their charge as the thundering of hooves grew behind him.

****

The Zentaran lines were wavering as the sun reached its peak.  Jeanette watched with dismay as her forces slowly lost ground, inch by inch being pushed back across the bridge. With no sign of Gorath or Katerei on the horizon, it was time to reassess their plan. "Your Grace, we need to pull our foot back off the bridge. We will have to settle with catching them in a pincer and not an envelopment."

Willem, the Duke of Fullorm nodded in agreement. The Duke looked tired and haggard, the mocking smirk long since fallen from his lips. A day of hard battle had left him dirty and weary and no longer in the mood for jests. "It will have to be, Your Highness. We won't be able to hold the Bone much longer at any rate."

"Will you be able to reposition without it turning into a rout? We were supposed to be in better order when drawing them into our trap, not on the verge of collapse."

"We'll manage Your Highness. I'll start repositioning the troops when they rotate off the front line, and create a new line of battle on this side of the bridge. We'll be in good order when they come across, I promise." Willem managed a faint smile as he bowed and set off to give the orders. Hopefully having a new plan would improve both his and the troop's morale.

"Daniels, go and let Captain Vrenchak know that we're going to bait the trap, and tell him to fire the rest of his arrows, the foot will need the cover when they finally give way."

"Consider it done, Your Highness!" Daniels quickly set off to track down Vrenchak and let him know that plan was changing. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, a new battle line was drawn on the south bank of the Warne. Tension built inside her, and the weight of her armor seemed heavier than ever as she watched. The new line was much closer, and even though it was part of the plan, having the battle moving her way felt like a defeat.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 12



As the last of the Zentaran foot retreated across the bridge, a great cry went up from the Hestens and they immediately began to charge after in pursuit. A lump formed in her throat as she watched her brave soldiers being hacked down from behind, sacrificed in the name of a greater victory. The orcs on both sides of the river were lined up, and shooting the last of their arrows to keep the Hestens distracted and slowed.

Jeanette licked her lips and leaned forward in anticipation, waiting for the moment her orcs would slam into the Hesten flanks. But as they crossed the bridge the Hesten soldiers suddenly split formation, forming two columns which wheeled around to face the waiting orcs. In the blink of an eye, before she even realized what was happening the Hestens had formed a square at the base of the bridge. When the orcs charged forward instead of ripping through an exposed flank they met a shield wall straight on.

Fools, we're damn fools she thought. Had I really been so blind as to not think Connor would see exactly what I was planning? My orcs had been sitting right there in position all morning! Willem signaled the reformed line to advance and soon her army was attacking the Hesten square from all directions. "At least they'll be tired, while the orcs fresh. Perhaps that will be enough." She said grimly, to no one in particular.

Tired though they might be, the Hestens fought with vigor, slowly expanding the square outwards as they pushed back against the advancing Zentarans. Their archers had renewed fire again, concentrating on the orcs at the flanks to assist the foot in driving them back. "Your Highness, look! Their knights are coming across!"

This was what they were waiting for, had all been going to plan. Instead a column of Hesten knights were filling up the hollow square, poised and ready to exploit any weakness and turn a wavering line into a rout. "Order our human archers to target their knights, fire all the rest of our steel tipped arrows. We need to keep them off balance!"

The archers weren't nearly as effective against the knights as she would have hoped. The Hestens simply raised their shields and relied on them to stop or slow the arrows enough that their armor would do the rest. At least they killed and wounded some of the horses, but not nearly enough. Jeanette scanned the horizon again, looking for her lovers. Nothing.

"Oh what now, Your Highness, look!" Daniels pointed towards the front of the Hesten square, where the foot soldiers were beginning to part. The opening wasn't left long enough to exploit however, for soon the Hesten knights began pushing through. 

"Get ready my lords! The Hestens are coming to us, and we will greet them with sword in hand. Draw! Draw your swords and ready yourselves!" The knights drew their swords or unslung their hammers or maces at her command. The Hestens were fighting like mad, recklessly pushing through the foot as hard and fast as they could.

A banner with the bearded lion of Heste went up, and Jeanette could see the large form of Connor himself at the center of his wedge of knights, fighting forward through the Zentaran ranks. They're coming for me, she thought. He wants to cut me down or capture me. The Hesten knights finally broke through the Zentaran lines and began charging her position. 

"Knights of Zentara! Charge!" Jeanette readied her crossbow as her knights rode forth to greet the Hestens. Connor had twice as many knights though, and now her line of infantry was in disarray. Steel clashed with steel as the two forces met. The Queen tried to stay back, picking off the enemy with her crossbow when able, and relying on her personal guard to keep any would be heroes at bay. She had learned the hard way that effective as her sword fighting lessons had been, she was still no match for a trained knight.

"Ish goth, nok to ran be gosh!" Attack! A trophy to whoever kills their king! Vrenchak's voice rose above the battle. Her captain must have seen what the Hestens were about and broke off a detachment of orcs to come help. The orcs hit the Hestens from the side. They were better armed and armored then in the last war, and stood up against the knights better than could be expected. But there are not enough of them, she thought, not enough.

Vrenchak must have thought the same thing, for he made a bee line straight for the King of Heste. His large battle axe took the arm off one knight, and then the head off a horse as he cut through the King's guards. She thought he might take off Connor's arm as well, but the King's stout shield withstood the blow. Jeanette bit her lip nervously as she watched him strike back, his sword flashing as quick as lightning.

The captain leaned back though, allowing the tip of the sword to only scrape the surface of his chain armor. He then swiped with his axe again, splintering Connor's shield. The King answered in kind, and nearly cut the orc's axe in half as he blocked the sword. Back and forth they went, blocking and attacking, ducking, weaving, stabbing, each trying to gain an advantage on the other.

Jeanette tried to aim her crossbow, to send a bolt into Connor from behind but she couldn't get a clear shot. Perhaps he doesn't need my help though; Connor's shield is almost gone. The King must have thought the same thing, because as Vrenchak raised his arm to deliver the blow that would shatter it completely he feinted with his sword, and then slammed the broken shield into the orc's arm. Already broken and splintered, sharp wooden shafts sticking out from the shield cut through Vrenchak's arm, making the orc snarl in pain.

When he tried to move the axe to his other hand, Connor was ready and jabbed the tip of his sword forward, severing the orc's thick grey fingers. Vrenchak jerked back, dropping his axe as he reeled away from the king. Jeanette desperately shot off a bolt from her crossbow, but in the chaos of battle and in her haste it deflected harmlessly off Connor's shooting. To her horror, the attack didn't even give the King pause as he raised his sword again. Faster than her eyes could track he struck, slashing the blade downward, cutting through the chain and leather and rending flesh and bone. Vrenchak's choked gasp died in his throat as Connor followed up with another stab, running the orc through.

Her brave captain slid off his horse and fell to the dust. "No, No!" Jeanette hurriedly reloaded her elfin hand crossbow, and when Connor turned back to her she shot again. The quarrel found its mark this time, lodging in his armor just beside his shield arm. The burly king shrugged off the attack, and moved his horse towards her as he resumed fighting his way through to the Queen. Her knights were falling one by one before the larger Hesten numbers. Vrenchak was dead, and her own lines were collapsing. It's over. I need to grab who I can and escape, before it's too late!

More Hesten soldiers poured across the bridge, burly knights in grey armor that refilled the Hesten square and exploded out from within. With Vrenchak dead the orc detachment began to rapidly lose ground. The Hesten reinforcements were expanding the square even faster, until it started to lose all cohesion. No, not knights she realized, orcs! Gor and Kat, they're here! Jeanette's face lit up as she looked out to the square. Her orcs were devouring the Hesten formation from within, and now it was their lines which were rapidly disintegrating. 

King Connor wheeled his horse around at the sound of his trumpets blasting. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the orcs falling upon him from the rear. He tried to turn his knights around, to ride to their rescue, but they were already being enveloped. Spurring on his horse, Connor turned from Jeanette and charged into melee at the foot of the bridge, desperate to save his army. It's too late though, she thought, he should have escaped while he had the chance.

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A ring of soldiers surrounded the tent, a mixture of orcs and humans still armed and armored for combat despite the defeat and scattering of the Hesten forces. The prisoner inside was too important to risk escape, and despite everything she couldn't trust just humans or just orcs to guard him. The humans might be collaborators, and the orcs, well, they might just do something stupid. She meant to end the war now, so no one else would have to pay the price Vrenchak did, and for that, she needed her prisoner alive.

Jeanette smiled at the guards as they parted for her, their eyes wandering over her figure. Now that the battle was over, Jeanette was back to wearing dresses, and she was thankful for it. Although the nights were getting colder, it was still a relief to be wearing something light and airy after months of heavy, stifling leather armor.

A silk blouse wrapped around her body, the soft black fabric melting into the night as she stepped away from the camp fires. The crisp night air made her nipples stiffen and tent the material, no doubt to the delight of the guards she had just walked past. Thin strings tied the shirt together between her breasts, allowing her cleavage to show through. The shirt was cut above and below the strings, baring the skin of her upper chest and navel. A similar cut was made in the back, creating a start contrast between her fair skin and the dark silk as she made her way to the tent. Gold trim lined the holes, bringing further attention to the bare flesh.

Around her waist was a long loincloth made of black velvet that reached to her knees. A gold stripe ran down the center of the loincloth on both sides, and the swaying of the cloth occasionally caught a glimmer of reflected light. Thigh high black stockings encased her calves and thighs, and she her high heeled black pumps made her legs look even better in them. Gold serpents wrapped around her biceps and matching gold bracers with inlaid ruby snakes covered her wrists. Every other finger was adorned with a lavish ring of ruby or sapphire, except for the large diamond wedding band on her left ring finger. A choker of gold mesh chain was wrapped tightly around her neck, and to finish off the look was her crown of three naked women resting gently atop her head.

Jeanette pulled back the flap of the tent and ducked her head as she stepped inside. When she entered, Garrett Ousten, Prince, no, King of Heste jumped off his cot and leapt to his feet. The young king's face was flushed, making him look even younger than he was.

"Your Highness, I mean, Queen Jeanette, w-what brings you here?" The young king looked her over fearfully, relaxing when he saw that she wasn't wearing her sword. A moment after that he realized what the Queen was wearing, and his eyes widened like saucers.

"We have many important matters to discuss, King Garrett. After all, you are the King now that your father has passed. It is time to discuss how to bring this conflict to an end." Jeanette smiled as she regarded the new King of Heste. He was built much more narrowly than his father, with almost slender shoulders and a waspish waist. It was clear that years of living under the shadow of his father he hadn't developed into the man he needed to be.

As the King of Heste stood up straight, his erection pressed noticeably through his trousers. "I'm the King of Heste?" He stammered. "I suppose I am...What, what things do you want to discuss? What do you want to propose?"

The Queen of Zentara smiled and walked closer to him. "You're such a nice boy, Garrett. It's a shame that you weren't older when your father arranged to have me betrothed to your uncle. Perhaps things would have been much different if you had been my fiancé." She arrived just before him, face to face, her large bust just barely brushing against his chest with every breath they took. "I'm married now, but maybe it's not too late to fix some of the mistakes of the past."

"F-fix it? What do you mean? You're married, as you said." The young king stammered nervously and his heart raced faster as he watched the sultry queen move closer to him. Garrett's eyes dropped as he felt Jeanette's breasts stroke across his chest, and couldn't help but try and look down the queen's blouse.

"Fix it, Garrett. Relations between Heste and Zentara, between you and I. Surely we would all benefit from a closer relationship?" Jeanette's smile widened as she watched Garrett's reaction, letting him leer at her breasts for several moments before she lifted his chin with her finger and leaned in to press her lips against his.

Garrett's eyes widened in surprise, and then he pulled back from her, half-stumbling across the tent. "You can't, we can't-You killed my father!"

"You're father died in battle, which is I'm sure how he would have wanted to go. Besides, Garrett, I saw how he treated you. You must be at least a little relieved now that he's gone, aren't you? Now that you're king, free to rule in your own way? Free to do what you want to do, how you want to do it?" Or how I want you to do it, she added mentally as she followed him.

When Garrett opened his mouth again she quickly silenced him with her lips, this time thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she clung to his arms, pressing her tits into his chest as he held him firmly. "Mmm..." Jeanette nipped at his tongue, suckling on the tip as she stroked her hands down his arms. The soft fabric of her loincloth brushed over his bulge, her thigh providing just enough pressure to make it rub up and down as she nuzzled against him.

The new King of Heste shivered in pleasure, and it took only just a moment for him to return the kiss, though tentatively. His hands stroked along the silk dress, but when they reached her tight rear they jerked away. Jeanette laughed, and guided his hands back to her bottom, and then pressed back against them. "It's alright Garrett, you don't have to be shy with me."

"I'm not-" As if to prove himself, he started to knead Jeanette's backside more firmly, even slipping his hands beneath the loincloth to touch the bare flesh of her ass itself. "I've been with a woman before; I am a man!"

"I don't doubt it! I know you have dear Garrett, but perhaps you haven't experienced everything there is to experience? Did your woman do this for you?" Jeanette slid down Garrett's body to her knees, and then pulled his pants down. She took his flaccid cock between her lips, and started to swish her saliva around it as she used her tongue to rub the head against the inside of her mouth.

"O-oh! What are you doing? Mmm t-that, that feel amazing Jeanette!" He shuddered as he felt a woman's mouth around his cock for the first time. His dick quickly grew erect, swelling in the Queen's mouth as she licked and sucked up and down the length of the shaft. Garrett started to move his hips, pumping between Jeanette's succulent lips as she bobbed along his cock.

"Mmmm! Your cock tastes wonderful, you must take great care of it. I'm going to enjoy doing this. When I'm done you'll want all your mistresses doing this to you all the time!" Jeanette giggles before diving down his cock again, taking it all the way until the head slipped inside her throat. It was much easier taking a human one all the way, and she was able to skillfully bob up and down, popping it in and out of her throat with ease.

"Mistresses? What Mistresses?"

"You're the King of Heste now, Garrett" she replied, jerking his cock up and down as she took a breath. "Women will be lining up to be with you. You'll have your pick! And you can keep as many as you want, for who will naysay you? I think you'll find it is much more fun than playing at soldier."

The cock disappeared in her mouth again as she resumed sucking it. This time she only took half of it in her mouth, keeping her fingers wrapped around the base to jerk the shaft while she stroked up to the tip with her lips. She wiggled her tongue beneath the head of the shaft, holding only the tip in her mouth as she jerked the cock faster and moved her head from side to side.

"A-aaah! Jeanette! Please I'm going to cum!" Garrett panted out the words, shaking uncontrollably as the Queen brought him to new heights of pleasure. His cock aches for release, desperate to shoot his load and end the teasing buildup of ecstasy.

It was not to be though, as Jeanette pulled off his cock before he could spill his seed. "So soon? Well, not matter, you'll have plenty more opportunities to learn to extend your pleasure. Lie back now." Jeanette stood up to guide Garrett down onto a cot, and then straddled it. She lifted up her loincloth to bring his throbbing shaft to her bare nether lips, rubbing the head up and down along her slit.

"A-ah, please, please Jeanette, don't do it, I won't be able to last! If I cum inside you, you might get pregnant!"

Small chance of that, she thought. But she couldn't tell him that. "So? If I do, I'll give birth to a child who will unite our Kingdoms in blood, so there will be no more war." Jeanette spread her labia apart and guided his cock inside her, and then immediately slammed her weight down atop him.

"Ah! Ah Jeanette!" Garrett groaned in pleasure as his cock disappeared inside the Queen. His sensitive head rubbed against the walls, so each movement they made caused him to twitch and jerk closer and closer to climax. The young King grabbed Jeanette's hips and started thrusting his own, humping madly into her. Quick, desperate thrusts smacked against the Queen again and again, making her bounce up and down atop his cock.

"Mmm! That's it, fuck me! Faster! Harder! Aaaaah it feels so good!" Jeanette cried out loudly for the King. A more experienced lover might have realized that her pussy was too loose to be feeling that much pleasure, and that her cries were feigned. He couldn't tell the difference though, and her wanton cries only spurred him on that much harder.

"Ah! Fuck! Jeanette! Nnng! I can't...I can't stop aaaah!" Garrett cried out as his cock started to spurt, shooting his seed inside the Queen of Zentara. He panted for breath, his chest heaving as he continued to thrust his hips while riding out his climax. When he was spent he collapsed with a sigh, still breathing heavily as he tried to recover from the orgasm.

"Mmm, what a stallion the new King of Heste is. It's a shame that you weren't old enough to marry me nine years ago." Jeanette smiled and softly stroked his chest. "But I'm sure there are some Hesten girls you'll make very happy. And all you have to do is pay fair recompense for the war your father started."

"R-recompense?" he asked, a blank look on his face.

"The low counties, to be sure. The Warne will make a much better border between our Kingdoms. I'll need your father's crown, as well, for a start."  Jeanette purred as she kissed Garret's neck and nibbled on his earlobe.

"For a start?"



Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 13



Author's Note: This is the last chapter for Orc Dominion: Rebellion. Thanks to everyone who stuck with me through it. Please leave any feedback you have on this chapter in the comments or through the feedback button. If you want a response please remember to include your email. I will post an afterward next week with my thoughts on the series as a whole, what I learned, and what I am going to do in the future. Enjoy!

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"We'd better be quick, I don't think the Queen would appreciate finding us here." Gorath looked around the room curiously. The bedchamber was larger than any he had ever seen, with a massive four poster bed decked with silk draping and a mattress that looked so soft you could swim in it.

Katerei laughed softly. "No? I bet she'd love to find us in her bed.

That got a grin from the large orc. "You might be right about that. Have you ever seen such a big bed? There'd be room for all three of us alright."

"Room for Turogg as well. He could be back any day now."

He shrugged. "So? He may be the king, but it's clear that Jeanette rules the Kingdom."

"Maybe behind the scenes, but I wouldn't want to prick his pride. Not when we're about to hit our payv day. Hey Gor, come see this!" Kat waved Gorath over and gestured to a large mural that had been painted just above the Queen's bed.

It showed Jeanette in all her naked glory, reclining on a long couch. One knee was raised, and the other canted to the side to display the Queen's naked slit. Her left hand parted her nether lips, while the right squeezed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. All around her in the background were shadowy shapes with red eyes in a pool of blackness, and large, grey, orc cocks being strokes towards Jeanette's naked body.

"Now that's a likeness if I ever saw one! What's she got in her ass?" Gorath asked.

"I think it's a pearl necklace."

The orc grinned wickedly. "I thought those usually went on the throat."

Kat laughed and looked at the painting more closely. Sure enough, the Queen had several large beads from a pearl necklace hanging from her bottom, but by the looks of it she probably had several more inside her. Jeanette seemed to be enjoying it in the painting; her lips were slightly parted and her eyes half shut as if she were moaning in pleasure. "Do you think that's for her to look at when she gets fucked or for Turogg to look at while he takes her?"

The orc came up behind Kat and wrapped her up in his thick muscular arms. One hand slid beneath the warrior woman's shirt to squeeze her breast while the other started to undo her pants. "Probably for her to look at. I can't see the Queen riding atop him, can you?" Gorath nuzzled the tips of his tusks against Kat's neck and nibbled softly on the warm flesh.

"I don't know; how's it usually look when you're fucking her? Are you looking down or up?" Kat chuckled softly and pressed her backside into him, pushing her pert ass against his crotch and rubbing it from side to side.

He pushed his hand down Kat's trousers, cupping her mound with his big palm. Gorath started to rub it in a slow circle as the fingers of his other hand kneaded her breast. "Now that I think about it, I'm always looking down at her. So yeah, probably something for her to look at while she's getting fucked." The orc grinned and yanked his hands from Kat and then spun and pushed her on the bed, climbing atop her. "Well? What's it look like?"

The mural stretched out above her as she lay back on the soft bed. The silk draping didn't create a 'roof', so her view of the erotic painting was unhindered. Even with the large orc atop her she still had a clear view of the naked Jeanette and the orc cocks. "It's hot, but it's a hell of a thing to have to fall asleep to every night. Why'd the queen want to look at herself when she's getting fucked anyway? I mean, she could have put a mirror up there just as easy if that's what she were after."

Katerei pushed her pants down and kicked them off as Gorath freed his cock from his britches. The orc's thick biceps rippled as he lifted Kat's legs up and slid over her, lining up his cock with her juicy slit. "Heh, maybe she gets tired of looking at Turogg's cock all the time and wants to see some others. She certainly jumped on mine fast enough!" Gor pushed forward, parting Kat's folds with his tapered cock head. The cork-screwed shaft thrust deep inside, where the feeling of her wet velvety folds hugging the ridges sent shivers through his body.

Breathless laughter escaped from her lips as she pushed her hips up into Gorath's body. "Hah! Well, we've certainly kept her cunt locked up tight these past few months. Think she's ever taken that many cocks at once before?" Kat looked into his deep red eyes as she worked her hips, pumping into his thick shaft as he began to thrust down into her.

"More than that, if the stories are true." Gor grinned impishly. "Not surprising, really, once you human bitches get a taste of orc meat you become addicted to it. Can't get enough! Lucky for you, I'm more than enough to fuck you into an abyss or you'd be spreading your legs for half the orcs in camp!" Gorath shuddered in pleasure as worked his cock in and out even faster, his hips clapping noisily against Kat's with each thrust.

"Oooooh, you arrogant ass!" Kat raked her nails up Gorath's back before clinging tightly to his shoulders. She then groaned deeply as his cock rammed at her cervix, filling up her tight pussy and stretching it to its limit. The pleasure from the walls of her pussy rippling around the ridges of his cock was incomparable; a thick orc cock just felt so much better than a human one. "Keep it up with that bullshit and I might try a few just to compare. Now, ah! Now that I think about it, one or two of those up the ceiling look pretty good. I might ask around and see if one of the orcs here in the castle were the models for it."

"Hah hah hah! Now that I can see the Queen doing; lining up all the cocks in the castle and picking which one she wants for the night!" Gorath reached down to grab Kat's shirt and pull it over her head, tossing it to the side. He then lowered his face to bite and nibble at her breasts, poking them with his tusks as he grinded his cock deep into her pussy. He worked his shaft back and forth, holding it deep inside her as he reveled in the feeling of her tight snatch wrapped around his cock.

"Think she'd be able to pick yours out if she were blindfolded? Just on touch and taste?" Kat gave Gor a wide grin and dug her toes into the soft bed and pushed her hips off the bed, bucking into him harder and faster. Her breasts bounced and slapped around the orc's face as she used one hand to hold his face between them.

A violent shudder shook through him, and Gorath had to slow down to keep from cumming to that image. The idea of Jeanette getting gangbanged by orcs was starting to grow on him, and he wondered how far the slutty Queen would go. Kat wasn't like that, of course. She had been his for years. But it took Jeanette no time at all to go from Turogg to him. "Oh fuck, you're damn right she could. I know which one she'd pick to fill that tight little ass of hers too!"

"Nnng! Right there in the hall? Would you ravish her royal little butt so everyone can see how much she loves your big fat cock?" Kat arched her back, rolling her head on the mattress as she quivered in pleasure. They had come close with the Queen, fucking her in the tent, and in the ship, where others doubtless knew what was going on, but never in plain view. The thought sent a little shiver of pleasure through her.

He pulled his cock out of her and scooped her up, carrying her across the room. He ignored her yelp of surprise as he led them out onto a balcony. He bent her over the railing, and quickly slammed his shaft deep into her hungry cunt again. "Yes! 'Course, then I'd have all the sluts in the castle lining up to get in my pants. Might put you and the Queen off a bit though, having to wait in line to get a piece of me."

The balcony was raised several stories above the city, so there wasn't any real chance of them being spied upon. Even still, the notion of fucking outside in a semi-public way thrilled her. She wondered how many times Turogg had fucked Jeanette out here, and if anyone had ever been able to hear her screams of pleasure. Katerei began to move her hips again, slamming them back and making her ass cheeks jiggle from the impact as she bucked into him again and again. "I don't wait in line, you should know better than that. No bitch is getting to your cock except through me!"

Laughter rumbled out from the orc as he continued to pound into his lover. The chill autumn air tried to nip at their naked flesh, but the warmth of their fucking kept it at bay. Pleasure coursed through their veins as they twisted and thrust, bucking harder and faster against one another. Gorath's deep grunts washed over the back of Kat's head as he held himself close against her, burying his cock up to her cervix once again. "Heh, pretty possessive for the woman who told me to seduce the Queen!"

"Hey, like I said, no one gets your cock except through me. If I want you to fuck the Queen for the good of the cause, are you going to bitch about it?" Kat flashed him a toothy grin as she grinded her ass against his crotch, shuddering as she felt the slanted tip of his cock wipe back and forth against the deepest recesses of her sex. Her hands gripped the railing tighter as she looked over the side, watching the people far below. The sight of them going about their daily business as she got fucked high above them made her begin to buck her hips again, slamming Gorath's cock in and out of her.

The orc's grey hand slapped down, smacking Kat's ass sharply before giving it a grope. He kneaded her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to eye her asshole longingly. But no, she'd kill him if he had a little accident. He began to move his hips again, pulling way back and then slamming forward, meeting her own needy movements with his own. "You won't hear any complaints from me. You've never let my dick down before, don't see why you'd start now!" Gorath reached around to squeeze her tit roughly, pulling her back into his cock as he began a series of quick, shallow thrusts.

Katerei turned her head and twisted her body to kiss Gorath as he pumped in and out of her. She held his face close, so close that his tusks rubbed her cheeks as she nipped and sucked on his lips. Hot, ragged breaths were forced from her as his strong thrusts shook her to her core. Faster and harder, her mind began to swim as she climbed towards the peak of her arousal. She covered his hand with hers, holding it to her tit as she writhed and undulated against him, until finally her orgasm exploded through her. "A-aaah! Mmm!"

Feeling his lover quiver beneath him was all he needed. Gorath pumped his hips wildly until he went over the edge as well, releasing his seed deep inside Kat. It didn't matter now; he was free to cum inside her and happy for it. It felt so good to just let loose, and lose all control, to surrender to the moment. His body clapped noisily against hers as he continued to thrust, riding through the climax while pumping her full of his seed. When he was finally spent, he scooped up both her legs and held her against his chest, his cock still impaled deep inside her cunt. Her carried her back into the room, and lay down on the bed with him still inside her.

"We're going to have to do something soon, you know." Katerei cuddled against Gorath on the Queen's bed. As she recovered her breath, she looked up at the mural on the ceiling. "About her. We're running out of time."

"Hmph. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"And if Her Highness takes offense at us switching service, and decides to tell Jeanette all about the secrets we've sent her? What then?" Katerei frowned, thinking there weren't any good options available to them.

"We're better off with Jeanette. She cares for us more than the Princess-Knight does. After all you did for her, she wouldn't even make you one of her Falcon Guard."

"Yeah, maybe. It'd certainly be an easier life, here. Going back to the frontier and chasing raiders isn't the best place to raise a child. I'm sure the Queen will even have another war to fight, before too long so it wouldn't get too boring. As long as Her Highness doesn't tell her the truth." Kat softly stroked the back of Gorath's hand as it continued to rub her breast.

"Heh, Queen Jeanette is a lot more fun to serve too. Think the Princess-Knight would ever spread her legs for us?"

"I doubt Her Highness would ever touch an orc, let alone take one into her bed. I don't think she's ever even spoken to you directly. Unlike Jeanette..." Katerei kissed the top of Gorath's hand as it covered her breast.

"Maybe we should tell her first. Come clean. She's likely to forgive them rebels, and they betrayed her much worse. Come clean, tell her the truth now and she'll forgive us. What did we really tell the Princess-Knight? How much food Zentara produces, how much gold she collects in taxes? Yeah we told her about seducing the Queen, but not about cumming inside her, not yet anyway. We haven't done any really harm."

She lie there quietly for a while, thinking. "You're right, we should tell her first. Break it to her easy, and before Turogg gets back. The sooner the better too, I think. Come on, let's get dressed and see if we can find her in a good mood." Kat separated from Gorath and began retrieving her clothes. As they both got dressed, neither of them noticed heard Susannah's footsteps as she ran through the secret passage to Jeanette's room, intent on reaching the Queen first.

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The great treasure vault of the Grennally family was buried deep in the bowels of Greenthorn castle, beneath even the dungeons where Cindy was now held captive. I can deal with her later, Jeanette thought, now I need some time for myself. The vault was built at the dawn of the Age of Peace, shortly after Zentara unified and her ancestor, Rickard Grennally, was elected King of Zentara. Six guards stood outside the metal gate door which made up the first barrier to the vault. Only three keys existed for the door; one for the King, one for the Queen, and one for the Chancellor. The steel bars protected the second vault door. This door was sealed by a mechanical lock created by Fistandewel, the famed elfish inventor. In order to open it, you needed to turn the steel turn wheel to a certain pattern of numbers.

After opening the gate and turning the wheel Jeanette paused. She loved the feeling when she first opened the door and saw the treasure within. The Queen let the anticipation and excitement grow, before finally pulling the door open. A complicated system of levers and pulleys let it swing open effortlessly, yet she knew that the stone door was thick and strong enough to withstand even a catapult.

Gold and silver flashed before her as light fed into the cavernous hall through a system of bored holes and mirrors glimmered off the treasures within. A shiver of excitement ran through her as she held her breath, taking in the spectacular view. Her royal scepter and ring, as well as the gold torque Turogg gifted her were on display directly ahead. Royal jewels lined the immediate foyer, necklaces, rings, and bracelets of diamond, sapphire, emerald and rubies easily accessible should she wish to wear them.

A chain fashioned of diamonds and sapphires linked by gold chains sat around the neck of a marble bust of her paternal grandmother. Her mother's engagement ring and wedding band were next, followed by jewels from other Queens of Zentara. Jeanette closed the vault door behind her, allowing it to lock closed and leave her alone in the chamber.

She walked deeper, past tapestries, suits of jewel bedecked armor, gold and silver plates and statues. As she walked, Jeanette reached across her body, unclasping each shoulder strap of her dress to allow the garment to float to the floor, pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of it as she passed a topless marble bust of herself, looking at it only long enough to smile at how her naked breasts still so closely matched those of her younger self.

The cool cavernous air bathed her bare skin, and sent another shiver of excitement through her as the slight chill made her nipples harden. Her body basked in the reflected glow of her golden treasures as she made her way to the centerpiece of her vault. Eight circlets in a crescent arch, the royal insignia of the Eight Duchies before the bowed to Ruar. Above them was the circlet of her own ancestors, long since replaced by the crown of Zentara which was set even further above them. Newly added to the display was the Crown of Heste, located at the bottom beneath them all. 

She ran her fingers along the pointed ridges of the crown while her thumb softly stroked the inset jewels. A fine trophy, she thought. The Master of the Guild of Stone Masons had promised her a life-size bearded lion to wear it, which the Jewel Crafters had promised to decorate. Jeanette reached down to lift it off its pedestal and brought it to her breasts. She pressed the pointed top beneath them, letting them prick the skin before dragging it up to set it on top of her head.

Connor would have given my crown to his brother, but now I wear his.

A wall of chests had been built around the display, each one laden down with gold and silver from Heste, the first of many such payments. Jeanette had demanded the equivalent of 50,000 gold marks per year for the next ten years, almost half of the Hesten income as reparations for the war. The Queen scooped her hand into the gold coins, and let them fall from between her fingers. She didn't feel the elation that she should. Some of these chests would have to go towards paying off Gorath and Katerei, as the time of their service would be coming to an end.

She wondered if they would stay, if she asked them to. They were beholden to Thesta, and the Princess-Knight Amelie's support had been instrumental to the war, even if not as overt as she might have liked. She liked them, liked the dynamic that had built between them. Plus, if Katerei were pregnant, then returning to the Thestan frontier to fight orc raiders isn't the life she could give a child. She could stay here, raise her child, train their children and enjoy a more comfortable life.

On the other hand, she didn't know how Turogg would react to the pair, especially if he learned how close they had become. Jeanette's hand fell to her stomach, stroking it softly. She didn't know how he would react to her more assertiveness in the bedroom either; though to be fair she didn't know how she would react to Turogg's sexual domineering when he returned. Her husband was off ransacking Swetford and looking for the Duke Thomas, to no avail. He was due to return soon though, and any more delay would be catastrophic. That was why she needed to settle things with Frederick, Alfred, and Cindy now, before he returned. 

It would be hard enough selling him on the peace treaty she negotiated with Garrett; Turogg wanted to bathe in blood to avenge Bodak's death. If she decided to spare any of the rebels, it had to be now before he returned. Hopefully she could distract him with the other terms of the treaty. She had demanded monthly shipments of iron ore, robbing Heste of the resources to forge more weapons, while gaining the means to secure the loyalty of the Guild of Blacksmiths, as well as a valuable commodity to trade with the Elfish Isles, which were rich in gems but poor in iron.

Garrett also had to turn over all his bows and arrows, as well as three quarters of his swords and armor. That would go a long way to properly equipping the orcs, who despite their savageness could be counted on to be loyal to Turogg, more loyal than her Dukes had proven to be to her at least. She knew her husband would be ecstatic to have better weapons and armor for them.




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 13



She had made some concessions of course. Zentara would pay to repair the Bone Bridge, since she was set on impoverishing Heste. It went unsaid though that she would control the tolls paid whenever it was crossed. A soft laugh trickled from between her lips as she ran her hands over her breasts, and her pink tongue brushed along her lips, wetting them as she slowly circled the display. More treasure waited beyond that, the Golden Mask of Swetford, a silver bowl holding a ring with a large ruby stone shaped like a heart, a jade pendant and other trinkets. Bolts of silk cloth from the elfs and from the Eastern Kingdoms hung horizontally, holding a collection of horns said to be from unicorns, minotaurs, and giant leviathans from beneath the waves.

The Queen quivered softly as she ran the soft fabric between her legs, letting it dance and tickle the flesh of her inner thighs and brush along her bare slit before placing it back on the display. Another ring, fashioned from ivory into the shape of a bent claw, with a black onyx stone rested atop a pedestal to her right. The Eye of the Abyss, she thought, it's been years since I've seen this. Jeanette picked up the ring and brushed the cool, smooth stone over her nipple and then pressed it to her lips, before finally slipping it onto her finger. 

The ring had belonged to Duke Andarrion the Thrice-Cursed, an ancient Duke of Ruar, before the city-states were united. He was supposedly cursed for his use of dark magic, and for betraying his allies the Dukes of Fullorm and Haverset in a war with Swetford. After the Duke of Swetford had been defeated, he set his army upon his allies, massacring them as they celebrated. The tribute he demanded from all three had filled his coffers for years.

She couldn't remember what the third curse was for, though she had known it once. As a child she had stolen the ring out of the treasure to show Susannah. It was said that anyone who looked into the ring would get lost in the abyss and lose her mind. She had taken great relish in telling Susannah the story, and then chasing her around the castle with the ring. In the end, the only thing that would calm Susannah down was if Jeanette looked into the ring herself, but by that time she had half-convinced herself that the story was true. She did it though, looking right into the black depths of the stone to reassure her friend.

Jeanette smiled at the memory. She had let Susannah be gone from court for too long. It was good that she had returned with them to Ruar along with her baby. It would take a while for the Duchy of Braden to settle down and be safe again, and she needed her friend here while she decided what to do with her prisoners. Many were calling for their death, but Susannah had been tireless in arguing for the lives of her father and brother. Chancellor Trodott joined her in appealing for their lives, though they were the only ones. Still, Jeanette was glad to have a reason to push off their execution; if the mother of the Duke of Braden and the Chancellor of Zentara plead for their lives, she had good reason to stay judgment. If she waited long enough, Frederick might die regardless. It hurt her to think like that, but he was wounded in the battle, and had since fallen ill. His wounds weren't healing properly and he was very weak. It would be a relief if she were spared from having to decide his fate.

A cloak of white bear fur hung off a nearby pole, and Jeanette draped it over her shoulders. She closed her eyes, smiling as she relished the feeling of the silk lining swaying over her bare backside. She wrapped the soft fur tightly around her naked flesh and resumed walking through the treasury.

A sudden ringing from the entrance made her snap out of her thoughts. Someone wanted her attention, and she supposed she better go see who it was. She put the Hesten Crown back on its pedestal, and slipped her dress back on before returning to the entrance. It must be important for someone to have come all the way down here for her. The door was easy to open from the inside, and as it swung open she found a flushed, breathless Susannah waiting for her.

"Jeanette, there you are, please, I have something important to tell you" Susannah said, a worried expression on her face.

****

Jeanette stormed down the long passageway, the slit folds of her dress billowing around her thighs. The black of the hallway melted around the light of her torch as she stormed through the dungeon. Her knuckles were white from her tight grip. The Eye of the Abyss caught the firelight, making the black onyx stone sparkle menacingly. The black depths of the gem matched her mood. Jeanette didn't want to believe Susannah when her friend told her how Katerei and Gorath had been spying on her for Thesta this whole time.

But it wasn't like Susannah to lie, even if the information was given to spare her father and brother's lives. It was hard to forget that Katerei had worked for Amelie for years, even training her in the art of being a warrior. And Gorath had been Kat's lover since long before they met Jeanette, she couldn't really expect to come between them. Still, I had hoped we could be the three of us together, not me and the two of them.

Maybe it was only at first, she thought. Maybe they had changed their minds. Susannah hadn't been entirely clear on that score, only telling her that she overheard them speaking about the information they had sent to Thesta. How much could they know? And should I give them the chance to come clean, or strike first? She couldn't risk letting Thesta know the truth about how close she had been with Gorath. Amelie was supportive now, but the Princess-Knight would always put her Kingdom first, and could cause great harm with that knowledge.

The Queen was grinding her teeth by the time the cell at the end of the hall came into view. As she approached, the prisoner scrambled to her feet and rushed to the bars. "You! Whore!"

"Says the kettle to the pot."

Cindy snarled angrily. "Orc whore! Whore Queen! You don't deserve to wear your crown!"

When Jeanette arrived at the bars she noticed the long scar travelling down Cindy's face. "That was you, that day. You're the one who attacked me. You caused a lot of death that day, Cindy. I might have averted that war if you hadn't interfered."

"You mean you would have tricked them into slavery! Letting the orcs rule over everything, taking what they want and doing what they please!"

"It wasn't like that," Jeanette bristled angrily, "It never was! Do you really hate me that much, for fucking those orcs back at the Soiled Dove? That was nine years ago Cindy! Move on!"

Cindy reached through the bars, trying to grab at Jeanette but she couldn't reach. "Fucking the orcs was bad enough! But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You wanted everyone else to fuck them too! You sent them to fuck me for your own petty revenge!"

Had she? That was so long ago she couldn't remember now. "Orcs aren't any different than men. I should know, I've fucked enough of them." Is that really what she's so angry about? How many thousands, orcs and humans alike, had died because of such a minor slight so many years ago? She could understand Frederick's treason; Susannah had been terribly dishonored and mistreated. But Cindy wasn't forced to do anything that Jeanette hadn't done herself.

"That says a lot about how fucked this Kingdom is. When the Whore Queen spends her time fucking orcs and scheming on how to torture honest working girls."

"An honest working girl? Is that what you are now?" Jeanette snorted derisively. 

"More honest than you! I might spread my legs for coin, but I do it to earn a living. You fuck orcs and men and who knows what else for your own sick pleasure!"

Jeanette was taken aback by the look of pure rage on Cindy's face and the hint of madness in her eyes. This wasn't the same girl who taught her how to be a harlot so many years ago. This was a completely different woman. There wouldn't be any reasoning with her, no convincing her to take back her words and recant.

There might have been a chance for clemency, if Cindy agreed to take back what she said. Jeanette bristled at the memory of returning to the city after the campaign. She had expected cheering crowds and a hero's welcome. Well, the crowds were cheering, but she wasn't being treated as a hero. Lewd graffiti was on every street corner, showing her performing the most debauched sex acts. Men and women laughed at her, calling our jeers and insults as she paraded to the castle. Oh sure, many were celebrating her victory. The crowd was by no means rebellious, just mocking, but the fact that she was dressed in a V-shaped leather breastplate that left her midriff and much of her breasts exposed and a pleated leather miniskirt only lent credence to their jeers.

Despite their accuracy, the barbs still stung. It was too late to erase them now, but if Cindy recanted, and the Madame of the Soiled Dove denied everything than it might have won some of the people back. That was all gone now, though. Cindy would never relent.

"It's true, I've fucked men and orcs alike for pleasure. So what? Women should be allowed to enjoy themselves, just the same as men. And what about you? Now that your rebellion has been crushed, informers have been lining up to tell me what happened in hopes of a pardon. You gave yourself pretty easily to the Duke of Swetford to try and bend him to your madness. What I did was for enjoyment, you sold your body for death and carnage."

"For justice! For me and all the other women who were raped by your orc lovers! You can kill me, I don't care anymore. But at least the whole Kingdom knows the truth now, knows that their precious queen is a filthy whore!"

She has me there. All the more reason to force the issue with Kat and Gorath. I can't give them the opportunity to spread their tale and add fuel to the fire. I may forgive them, but first I need to confront them, and let them explain themselves. Then we'll see. "Lies, all lies started by the Duke of Swetford to win people to his cause. He doesn't care about orcs and humans, by the abyss, he was fucking one of them! Didn't know that, did you? He took one of the orc women as a lover, near the end of it. All he cared about was his own glory. And he'll be joining you soon, don't doubt it. I will see to it that he pays the price for all the blood that's been shed."

"Liar! I've known you a long time, 'Jeanette', and you've always been a liar! You lied that first day in the Soiled Dove and you're lying now. You lie to everyone about everything! Well, sooner or later it's going to catch up with you. You built your kingdom on deceit, and once your lies begin to unravel the whole foundation will crumble around you. I may not be there to see it, but when it does I want you to think of me!" 

The look of raw hatred on Cindy's face would follow her for years, but for now she pushed it deep down inside her. A liar, am I? Fine. "Perhaps I'll start setting things to right, then. I've treated you most abominably, keeping you locked up all alone down here. I'll send some of my orcs to keep you company, how about that?"

"Bitch! Send them down here and I'll send them back to you in pieces!" Despite her bravado, she paled an even starker white. She had been surprised that none of the orcs had raped her yet, and had feared that very thing for a long time before she realized that it wouldn't happen. Surely if it hadn't happened by now it wouldn't happen at all.

Jeanette grinned in ferocious satisfaction at the way Cindy wilted under the threat. "We'll see. Your butchers killed so many of their women, I'm sure more than one will want to risk it to have a chance to breed. Maybe you'll spawn the next generation of orc warriors to help me rule the Kingdom right here in this cell?"

Snarling incomprehensibly, Cindy reached through the bars to grab and Jeanette, but couldn't reach. She raged and banged against the metal, trying to claw the Queen to pieces. She kicked and punched, and tried to tear the bars from stone.

Jeanette just smiled back serenely, and then turned to leave the cell. "I'll send them down to you shortly. I can see how desperate you are for some company." She began the long walk out of the dungeon, lost in her thoughts. Cindy was crazy, and her madness had led to her treason. She couldn't be reasoned with. Swetford betrayed her for power and glory, and for his own position. He conspired with Heste, and started a war that had killed thousands. He'd have to pay for that when he was caught. 

Frederick had been like a father to her, but he had betrayed her as well. But unlike the others, he had done it for his daughter, Susannah, even though she hadn't asked for it, nor wanted it. Too, he might have genuinely believed that she was destroying the Kingdom. Certainly her orcs had misruled Braden, but the ones in her court were not that bad. The rest of the Kingdom was doing splendidly, and that would spread to the former Hesten possessions. Still, Frederick could be reasoned with, she hoped. He could be saved, if he let her.

That left Katerei and Gorath. Both had used her, betrayed her. They did it for Thesta, whom she grudgingly admitted had first claims to their loyalty, and the secrets she sent weren't that important anyway. However, if their loyalty was to Thesta, then she couldn't trust them to keep the secret of how close they became, and what happened as a consequence of it. She had had enough of people whispering her secrets across the city. After the stories Cindy spread, the people would be all too willing to believe this, and that would cause problems with Turogg.

On the other hand, she couldn't picture herself ordering their deaths. It made her desolate to even think of that, especially since Kat was likely pregnant. But she couldn't let them return to Thesta, nor could she trust them enough to let them stay. There is another option, she thought. I just hope that enough of their affection was genuine that they'll go for it.

The dungeon guards opened the door for her when she arrived at the end of the hall. Trodott was waiting for her, eager to hear how it went. She didn't even stop walking as she said, "See that she hangs herself in her cell. Don't ever let her see the light of day. Then call the court to the throne room. It's time to deliver my judgment on the rest of the prisoners. But first, bring me half a dozen guards. I need to find Katerei and Gorath." 

****

The loud, raucous noise in the throne room turned to a tense silence the moment the Queen entered the hall. A path was cleared to the throne itself, allowing Jeanette to pass through the ranks of courtiers and nobles who had been summoned to hear her judgment. As she strode towards her royal seat, the long skirt of her dress brushed over the red walkway leading up to her dais. She wore one of her old dresses, made of gold velvet that covered nearly her entire body. The commoner's jests still rang in her head, and she thought it was best to keep a lower profile, at least for a little while.

She still managed some small measure of resistance though. Beneath the dress her breasts were tightly bound by a leather strap that barely covered her areolas. Each step made the smooth, firm leather slide and rub back and forth against her nipples, raising goosebumps beneath the fabric of her dress. Another strap was fitted about her waist, and ran down between her legs. It ratcheted tightly against her slit, so much so that her labia spread around it and allowed the strap to rub against her pink inner folds. The pinching pressure was a constant reminder for her that beneath her golden exterior was a lustful, wanton woman in command of her own sexuality.

Jeanette climbed the steps, and then turned to stand before her throne as she looked out at the assemble crowd. Rulers from six of the eight duchies were present, and a seventh would join them shortly. Duke Willem Gulford of Fullorm stood closest, still dressed in armor, his chest puffed out in pride. No doubt he'll be telling the story of his heroism for the rest of his life. Next to him were Duke Gollorn Vasper of Crovoth and Duke Samuel Crickon of Iaena. The former was looking older than when she last saw him, and she wondered how long it would be until his son was raised to Duke. Crickon was neither as old nor as hard. Jeanette might have thought he'd have been changed by the fighting in his lands, but apparently not. Oh well, we'll see how he likes my pronouncement.

On the other side of her were Duchess Elizabeth Stinton of Abshire, conservatively dressed in the old fashion, and Dukes Paulus Freswick of Testin and Bradley Horton of Oxmain. They had done their due diligence during the war, but none had gone above and beyond in a show of support. That is why this needs to be done, she thought, the power of the Eight Duchies must be balanced. "Your Graces, my lords and ladies, and ladies and gentlemen of the court, we are here today so that I may pass judgment on those who have rebelled against the crown, as well as to settle the disposition of spoils gained in the war."

Murmurs traveled through the crowd, from those worried about what judgments might be passed to those who hoped to share in the spoils of victory. Jeanette paid them no mind. "The Low Counties adjacent to the Warne River have been ceded to us as partial reparations for the brutal war waged against us by Heste. To consolidate these new territories, I raise up Chancellor Trodott as their new Lord." The murmurs got louder, many of them sounding angry, though Trodott didn't seem to mind. "I also name him Viceroy for all the territory formerly belonging to the Kingdom of Heste. I grant him the authority to award writs and grants to mine and develop the land to the Guilds and Merchants, in order to correct the mismanagement that had afflicted the region previously."

Master Forath and the other Guild Masters looked pleased at that. They were largely barred in Zentara from owning or controlling any of the mines. Now, at least in Braden, they would be allowed greater control over the property that operated. It was an important first step for them in increasing their own power, she knew, but at least that power was coming at the expense of the Duchies.

"Lady Susannah Welton," Jeanette looked down at Susannah, who was returned the gaze apprehensively, "I recognize your son, Frederak, as the true son of Bodak, Duke of Braden, and confer upon him his father's seat. I also name you regent, to rule the Duchy for him until he comes of age." The murmurs grew even louder still, though now they reaction was more mixed. 

Susannah still looked worried though, as the fate of her father and brother had not yet been decided. "Thank you, Your Highness, on behalf of my son. We shall rule diligently, and set right the many ills which have been inflicted on your people." Susannah curtsied low.

"Which brings us to Frederick and Alfred Welton. Guards, bring in the prisoner." Two guards escoreted Alfred to the front of the throne. "Alfred, your father is too ill to stand judgment today. As his eldest son, and co-conspirator, I summon you to answer for your crimes. Do you confess to your treason, and recant it?"

Alfred licked his lips, glancing over at Susannah, who nodded to him encouragingly. He looked thin and frail, his long imprisonment not having been kind to him. "Y-yes Your Highness, most heartily. We were misled by the Duke of Swetford, who used lies, treachery, and deceit to turn us against you. We had only the best interests of our people, the Kingdom, and Your Highness at heart. We only wanted to make things better. I apologize to you, for myself, and for my father, and beg your royal pardon for any wrongs we might have done and offer my services to make amends in any way I can."




Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 13



She had to keep herself from sagging in relief once the confession was made. No last minute moments of stubbornness or pride that would force her to do something she didn't want to do. "I forgive you, for myself, and for the people of Zentara, for the crimes and wrongs you have inflicted. It is clear to me that the true criminal here is Thomas Smythe, the Duke of Swetford. His treason has infected you and many others like a plague. Even still, the trust and faith reposed in your father has been eroded, and I do not believe that either he or you can effectively rule the Duchy of Haverset. I hereby revoke the title of Duke of Haverset from Frederick Welton. But in recognition of his many years of loyal service, and for the many years of friendship that we once shared, I grant it to his daughter, Susannah Welton, who shall now rule as the Duchess of Haverset."

Hopefully this will at least begin to make amends with her, for how I allowed her to be treated for so long. Now she will have the power to not be so treated again, and to prevent others from suffering the same fate. "We have seen much unrest in the Kingdom of late. Some may still hold treason in their hearts, and have wicked designs and schemes. Such people might use the former Duke of Haverset and his sons as a pawn in order to subvert and undermine the Kingdom. Thus, it is with a heavy heart, that I must send you away. You have asked for the chance to make amends, and I give it to you. I charge you to go to the Eastern Kingdoms as my ambassador, to represent the interests of the Kingdom of Zentara there. You shall be paid a stipend for your upkeep and expenses, and to keep you living in a manner as befits your station. Do you accept this charge?"

"I do, Your Highness, though I must plead on behalf of my father, who is not well enough to travel. I will go gladly, but please allow my father to stay here, in the care of his daughter."

"It will take time to make the necessary arrangements for your journey, perhaps it will be time enough for your father to recover." Now comes the hard part. "I will grant you one time to prepare, and for your father to recover." Her eyes drifted through the crowd, until they came upon Katerei and Gorath. They had found her shortly after her confrontation with Cindy while she was looking for them, and come clean about everything. She was surprised and relieved that they did, at least it meant that some part of their feelings were real, at least it meant that she wasn't completely wrong in trusting them.

"It was just a job, before we got to know you" Kat said. 

"Let us prove our loyalty My Queen" added Gorath.

Well, they were going to get their chance. Jeanette looked between Kat and Gorath. "Gorath, your contract with Zentara is over, and your company has been paid its wages for service in the war. Will you accept another commission? Will you escort my emissaries to the Eastern Kingdoms, and guard them while there? You will of course be paid handsomely, and receive a stipend for your continuing service."

It would mean exile for the foreseeable future. But they would have plenty of gold to keep themselves well situated, they would have a whole new world to explore, and doubtless plenty of work for the two of them. It would also keep them far away and unable to spread tales about her.

Gorath stood straight, puffing his chest out. "Yes, Your Highness. I will guard your envoys on their mission." 

Jeanette looked at Kat a moment. "The expedition will not depart for one year. You are both welcome to remain at court during that time." Under close supervision. That took care of Frederick, Alfred, Katerei and Gorath. Tristan too, he could go with them into exile. She was glad Susannah had stopped pleading for him, and focused on her family. Hopefully, now that she's no longer living in deprivation she's coming to her senses.

"That leaves Thomas Smythe, the Duke of Swetford. He has been the prime mover in this rebellion, scheming with Heste as he always has to betray Zentara for his own benefit. The Duchy of Swetford has always favored Heste, even unto our founding and the Age of War. We can no longer afford to have high lords who cannot be trusted. Therefore, I decree that the title of Duke of Swetford will be revoked and destroyed, and the whole Duchy disbanded." Shocked silence fell upon the room. Such a move was unheard of in Zentaran history. "Certain properties, such as the gold and silver mines shall be confiscated in the name of the Crown, to be operated by the Council of Guilds. The cities, towns, and farmlands I award to the County of Boronia, in reparation for the damage done during the war. Further, I hearby name my husband, Turogg of the Goltenak tribe, to be Duke of the new Duchy of Boronia."

There! Let the now Dukes chew on that. Now for the coup de grace. "Finally, I hearby award the Duchy of Braden ducal status in the Kingdom of Zentara proper, so that the 'Eight Duchies' shall now be Nine." 

Angry murmurs arose from the Dukes and Duchesses surrounding her, but she quelled them with a glare. She had just put down a major rebellion and won a war at the same time. For all their power, they were not in the position to argue. Later, perhaps, but for now, the day was hers. And a good day it was.

****

Four months later...

The prison cell was a comfortable one, she thought, but still a cell. A soft bed, silk covers and a heavy fur blanket, plenty of light and furniture to rest on, all the accommodations a Queen could ask for. But she was still a prisoner nonetheless, the captive of a fel, lecherous beast who took delight in sampling her charms and taking liberties with her body every chance he got. But she had a plan to escape. She wrapped her silk robe tightly around herself, but the crimson cloth wouldn't cover her round belly, swollen with a half-orc babe.

She had broken off the leg of a chair, wielding it as an impromptu club before making her way to the door. Before she reached it, the door swung open and a massive orc strode into the room.

"Going somewhere, my Warrior Queen? You don't think I'd just let the mother of my child wander off, do you?" The orc's grey flesh rippled as he strode towards her, his shirt bared to display his rippling muscles. 

"You can't keep me prisoner here forever! You may have taken my kingdom, but my army is still out there! I will rejoin them and drive you from my lands!" She raised the leg of the chair and advanced towards the towering orc.

"Hah! You'll never escape, nor drive me out! This is my home now, and you are mine!" He lunged to grab the leg of the chair, but the warrior queen dodged and struck him in the side. His thick, dense, and powerful body absorbed the blow, and in an instant Turogg wrapped his arm around Jeanette's and squeezed, forcing her to drop the length of wood.

"Never!" she cried out and kicked him in the calf. In response, he picked up the Queen and carried her over to the bed while she twisted and struggled.

"Hah! Give up Your Highness! You're now the mother of an orc! The next king of your land will be an orc!" Turogg placed Jeanette on the bed and ripped open her robe. Beneath it, the Queen was wearing a lacey red bra transparent enough to show off her nipples and a matching crotchless thong. Turogg reached into his pants to pull out his long, throbbing grey cock. "This is your future now! Accept it, embrace it! Love it!"

The inhuman cock with the ridges curling around the length leading to the slanted head sent a shiver down Jeanette's spine. Her eyes blazed as she stared at it hungrily, before finally shaking her head no, sending her dark locks flying about her face. "No! You may have seeded me, but I'll never give in!" Jeanette gasped as Turogg grabbed her thighs and forced her knees up.

Turogg gripped his hard shaft and slapped it down on Jeanette's exposed pussy, and then rolled it back and forth over her nether lips. "No? Then why are you already so wet for me? Why does your cunt burn with need for my thick orc cock?" He flashed a grin at her and scraped his tusk against her ankle. Turogg continued to beat the Queen's sex with his cock, making her jump and gasp with every impact.

"That's not, ah! That's not my fault!" Jeanette moaned eagerly as she felt her husband's cock roll over her slit, growing slick with her juices. The ridges curling around the length stroked over her clit, making her shudder in pleasure and causing her to buck her hips upwards and push against his shaft.

"Hah! You're already thrusting against me. You want my cock, don't you? Admit it!"

"N-no! No not true!" Her ragged breath and whimpering squeals betrayed her protestations, and didn't fool Turogg for a moment. The King grinned and moved his cock down, lining the slanted tip up with Jeanette's ass.

"We will see if you still say that after I fill you up again. Your song will change as it always does, slut!" Turogg gripped Jeanette's ass firmly and pulled her into him as he thrust forward, impaling the Queen's ass on this pulsing shaft. The inner walls of her backside parted for his tool as it delved deep, pushing as far inside as he could go. As always, her boy gripped his cock tightly, squeezing and milking the shaft as he held it inside her, letting her body do the work as it shuddered around his member.

"Aaaah! Mmmm! It's so big!" Jeanette threw her hair back as she moaned again, inching her hips higher into the cock, trying to nestle it as deep inside her as it would go. Even though Turogg had been back for months, she was still hot his dick, and eager to get it inside her as much as possible. "Oooh why do orc cocks have to feel so gooood?" She whined insincerely.

"Hah! Because all you human women are sluts for orc cock! You are made to service it, to worship it! Once you feel a thick orc cock inside you all human dicks feel puny in comparison!" Turogg began to move his hips in earnest now, drawing out slowly but then slamming forward in a hard, ferocious thrust to smack Jeanette's bottom with his hips as he drove his hard shaft all the way into her ass.

"Ah! Mmm!" Jeanette loved the feeling of the rod stirring her insides, hollowing out her ass as it pumped in and out of her backside. As the Queen started to move her fingers down to her clit, Turogg grabbed her by the wrist and leaned over her, grinning down at her toothily.

"Ah ah ah, not yet my little warrior queen. Admit it first, say you like my cock, you want my cock. Admit that you love my big orc dick!" Turogg held her hand at bay, using the other to hold her hips steady as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Fine! I want it! I need it! I love your big orc cock! I love it when you fuck me! Fuck me!" Jeanette cried out in pleasure as she arched her back, thrusting her hips up in the air again. The weight of her pregnant belly soon brought them down again, crashing her body into the soft bed and sending her large, pillowy breasts bouncing.

"Good girl! Now touch yourself, you horny little slut!" Turogg pressed Jeanette's hand against her sopping wet pussy, and then grabbed her other hand and moved it to her stomach. "Feel it, feel how big and round it is as you touch yourself! Think about how you have an orc growing inside you while I fuck you!" He moved both hands to her hips again and held her tight as he started to slam in and out, thrusting with wild abandon into the Queen's tight ass.

Jeanette eagerly began to rub her clit, her soft fingers circling the button furiously as she pumped her hips up and down, humping her hand and Turogg's cock alike. Her other hand rubbed her swollen belly as she thought about the orc child in her womb. Her husband might not be so enthusiastic about her pregnancy if he knew the truth, but it still excited her. "Nnng! Oooh it feels so good! Ah! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Jeanette knew from her days at the Soiled Dove that most women didn't enjoy anal sex the way she did. But years of successive fucking had loosened her ass enough that it no longer hurt to be stretched by a cock big enough to rub her pussy from inside her ass.

Each clap of Turogg's hips against her backside caused a sharp smack, like she was being spanked. The stinging pain made her ass throb, and sent little tremors of pleasure through her body. Her fingers danced over her clit almost frictionlessly, with her juices making it almost impossible to catch the button beneath her slender digits. Jeanette began to breathe harder as she got closer and closer to orgasm, mewling with an eager, wanton need.

The walls of her ass clenched tightly around his cock, enveloping his shaft in a vice-like grip. Turogg couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as he looked down at Jeanette, legs raised and spread as his cock disappeared inside her bottom. His eyes roamed over her breasts and down to her slit, exposed through the crotchless red panties. Turogg wanted to see more though, he wanted to see all of the wanton woman who welcomed him so eagerly. "Turn around, I want to fuck you like a proper brood mare!"

When the cock slid out of her ass Jeanette gave a needy whine, but turned over onto all fours. It was slow and cumbersome because of her large belly, but she managed it as quickly as she good. Turogg rewarded her by quickly filling her ass with his cock once again. Her new position allowed her to move her hips more, so soon she was enjoying an even greater friction as she grinded into his cock, making his thick, cork-screwed shaft rub into her at different angles.

"That's it, take it Jeanette!" Turogg leaned over her and reached beneath to cup her breast as he pumped in and out of her backside. "Take it you orc-bred slut! That's what you are now, and everybody knows it! Everywhere you go people see your big round pregnant belly and know that you're carrying an orc child! Agh!"

Jeanette quivered as and clamped down on his shaft, clenching her anus around the base of his cock as she slammed her ass into his pelvis. "Aaaaah! Yessss! Ah! Mmm! Oh ah I'm cummming!" Jeanette's ass jiggled as she clapped her cheeks around his cock. A powerful climax rocked through her body, making her writhe in ecstasy as she undulated around his dick. The walls of her ass hugged every ridge and curve of Turogg's shaft as it pushed all the way inside her.

Hot jizz exploded into her bowels as Turogg's cock spewed his sticky seed inside her. He continued to pump his hips madly, riding his climax as he used the spasms of Jeanette's body to milk his shaft for all he had. His large, thick grey hands squeezed her ass and breast firmly, leaving the red imprints of his fingers on her pale flesh. "Nnng! Ah!" He finally exhaled sharply as his cock spent the last of his cum into her bowels. Turogg rolled to one side, pulling Jeanette with him to keep his cock impaled deep in her ass as they cuddled together.

"Mmm. Things are finally starting to settle down. Trodott has established some measure of order in Braden and the Low Counties, the Council of Guilds is happily invested in the new territories, and realizes that their position comes from us, Susannah is pacifying Haverset, and we've established control over Swetford. I think we can finally put the war behind us." Jeanette smiled and nuzzled closer to Turogg.

"Heh, don't sound too pleased Jeanette. It will get boring if things stay quiet." Turogg wrapped his hand over Jeanette's breast and lightly pinched her nipple between his thick fingers.

"Mmm. Well, we only control three out of the Nine Duchies, so to be sure, there is still more to be done. Grotok will inherit Zentara one day, but what about the others? Belkor, Trogar, Frenok, and Dolnog? They will all need lands and titles. We shall have to find some appropriate situation for them, when they come of age." 

"They will find their own way. If they are strong, they will carve out a future for themselves. That is how it is done."

That was the orc way, to be sure. Jeanette didn't want to rely on that, though. She wanted to ensure her children's success. They should be free to grab for whatever they wanted, but they would have the backing of the whole Kingdom of Zentara as well. But that was a problem for the future. It would be many years before they were old enough to be ambitious. Until then, they just needed to consolidate their gains. She was sure the rest would sort itself out, eventually. With a smile, Jeanette closed her eyes and cuddled back against her king.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 01



The streets of Ruar, capital city of the Kingdom of Zentara, were filthy. At least, they were filthy when you left the well-travelled main streets with the fine shops catering to wealthy noblemen. The back streets, the slums where the common man lived were not so well maintained. The late afternoon sun baked the trash and refuse in the streets, creating a foul smell that lingered in the air and seemed to follow you wherever you go. With her tall, noble bearing, sleek black hair, fine skin, and a vividly colored cotton dress, Jeanette Grennally, Crown Princess of Zentara stood out like a sore thumb. Even still, sometimes Jeanette felt more at home here than she did in the castle. 

The people always flocked around her when she came to visit, though Jeanette was savvy enough to realize it was the alms they were primarily interested in. Jeanette believed that they were genuinely glad to see her, though. Jeanette took a personal interest in the people who would one day be her subjects; she did not just hand out coins out of duty or obligation. She knew their names, their stories, and their situations. She was always happy to offer advice, or an opportunity, or perform some favor. She bought goods from the shopkeepers and distributed alms to the unfortunate, spreading her wealth to each according to his means.

At least once a week Jeanette made her way to the slums of Ruar to meet with the people, each time choosing a different street or neighborhood. She always made sure to send out a footman or servant afterward to follow up on whatever promise she made, when she was too busy with another area of the city to do so herself.

As she made her way back to the castle after her visit, she didn't mind that the hem of her dress was stained from the muck, or that her feet ached from the hours of walking the streets. When she approached the castle, one of the footmen came out to meet her. "Your Highness, the King and Queen would like to see you when you are ready." The footman looked down at the soiled dress with a meaningful glance. The King and Queen were sticklers for protocol, decorum, and maintaining a presentable appearance at court.

"Thank you. You may send word that I have returned and will come to them as soon as I am able." Jeanette continued into the castle as the footman bowed, and made her way to her personal chambers to change gowns.

When she was finished, Jeanette hurried down the hall towards the royal apartments in Greenthorn Castle. Pausing before the door to her parent's chambers, Jeanette straightened her raven hair, adjusting the silver circlet on her head and then raising the neckline of her silk dress to help cover her breasts. Fashions called for a lower neckline and with her large bust it was hard to keep them covered. Jeanette's parents, naturally, didn't approve so she endeavored to appear more modest when in their presence.

Satisfied that her appearance was suitable for entering the royal presence, she signaled the footman who knocked sharply on the door, then opened it and announced loudly "Her Royal Highness, the Princess Jeanette Grennally!"

Jeanette swept into her parent's receiving chamber, head aloft. Her parents sat with their chancellor, Sir Raymond Drake, who rose with her entrance. "My Lady, welcome, His Majesty has important news for you." Jeanette didn't like Drake, who often looked at her with lingering, inappropriate stares.

King Rolf Grennally looked up at his daughter with an apprehensive smile. "Please my dear, sit, we have important news for you...Sir Drake has brought us an offer of marriage for you and we have decided to accept it. You're to be married to the Duke of Braden, Gilbert Ousten, brother of King Connor of Heste."

A look of horror and disgust crossed Jeanette's face. "The Duke of Braden? He's fifty if he's a day. Not to mention fat, covered in boils, and a lecher to boot! We've heard even here that not a serving girl is safe in his castle."

"I'm sure those are just exaggerations dear, besides, he's a gentlemen, he knows the difference between a commoner and a lady. You'd be treated with the utmost respect. There are important reasons for this alliance..."

Jeanette tried another tactic, "But father, I am the heir of the kingdom, marrying me to the Ousten's will subordinate us to Heste! Surely you don't want them to take by marriage what they couldn't take by force!"

"The alliance by marriage will ensure peace, my dear. And the crown will rest on your head, not his. Our line will continue, you'll simply have a king-consort. This matter has been decided my dear, you knew that you must marry eventually. With Heste's military support and Zentara's wealth and control of the major trade centers in the region, our prominence and power will be assured for the next fifty years!"

"I know father, but-"

"Jeanette!" her mother, Queen Amarice interrupted, "You will marry the Duke of Braden, and you will do it with the grace, good nature, and poise that befits your station!"

Jeanette's shoulders slumped in defeat, realizing that no amount of wheedling would free her from her parent's intentions. "When must I marry him...?"

"Before the year is out...some final negotiations for the marriage settlement must be agreed upon, and the details of the ceremony settled. In nine months time you'll be wed."

Jeanette's back stiffened as she stood up straight again. "I see. Of course I'll submit to your wishes, for the sake of the Kingdom."

The King smiled, "I knew you would see reason my dear. Really, this is for the best. Now that you're to be married, I think it is time we start expanding on your responsibilities at court. You already do a wonderful job seeing to the needs of the common man, and distributing alms, but it is time you start moving in higher circles. I would like you to begin overseeing the reception of distinguished guests and petitioners in the Castle. Welcome the nobles, and diplomats, and the more important merchants and ensure they are treated well. You need to have good contacts when you come into the throne."

Jeanette nodded along with her father's request. Ordinarily she would be happy at the increased responsibility, but the news of the impending marriage had dampened her mood. "Of course father, I look forward to it. Seeing to the needs of all our subjects is an important role the Queen. If you'll excuse me, Your Highness, I will go and begin preparations, both for the marriage, and for my new responsibility."

"Always so eager, my dear. Very well, we will meet tomorrow to talk more about the marriage. Have a good evening."

Queen Amarice smiled at her daughter. "It will be alright my love, all women feel this way when they face marriage. You'll come around. Do have a good night!"

Jeanette curtsied low, and left the royal apartments to think about her betrothal. With her dark hair, fair skin and shapely body, Jeanette was widely considered to be a great beauty among the nobility of the kingdom. At eighteen, she was old to still be a maid. She should have been married years ago, though the political maneuvering involved in marrying the heir to a kingdom were complicated and created delays. Even still, her sexual awakening had occurred years earlier, and she was eager to be wed and bed...just not to someone horrific, like the Duke of Braden.

Jeanette's sexual awakening began when she noticed her father in the company of a beautiful woman, and no one would tell her who she was. Finally, Sir Drake informed her that it was the king's mistress. Sir Drake took a perverse pleasure in telling her exactly what a king's mistress did, and why her father needed one.

Jeanette found the idea of the king's mistress to be exhilarating. As a young woman, she was bound by all manner of restrictive social conventions, and found the freedom of being a mistress to be intriguing. Even later, when she matured and understood the perils of being an unsupported, unprotected woman, the idea lingered, featuring heavily in her fantasies at night when her fingers explored her budding body. It was also Sir Drake who informed her of those dangers, when she convinced him to tell her more about the life of a mistress. Sir Drake told her that not all women got to become mistresses to important people. A noble's mistress needed grace, poise, refinement and education. Commoners had to become whores, working in brothels or walking the streets and docks which carried even greater dangers.

As Jeanette walked back to her room, an idea struck her. She knew how she would get back at her parents, and the Duke of Braden, for forcing her into this unpleasant marriage. A mischievous smile crossed her ruby lips as she summoned Garrett Daniels, one of her footmen.

"Daniels, I have an assignment for you. As I am to be married, it is time for me to take a more active role in the Kingdom and its inhabitants. As such, I wish to begin a charity for fallen women to help restore them to the path of righteousness. I need you to compile a list of five local houses of ill repute and their addresses so I can review which would be suitable for me to begin my efforts."

If Daniels found the assignment surprising or unusual, he hid it well and left the Princess with a deep bow, promising to return before the end of the day. Daniels was Jeanette's most trusted servant. Jeanette had met Daniels in the slums of Ruar when she was making her rounds through the city. Daniels was out of work and unable to support his wife and their four children. Daniels had tried to get money at the gaming table, but only fell deep into debt to a criminal element. They had roughed Daniels up, and were threatening to put his daughters in a brothel in order to repay the debt. He had approached Jeanette for alms, and upon hearing of his story, hired him into her service and arranged for the debt to be repaid. Daniels had been devoted to the princess ever since.

Retiring to her chamber, Jeanette dismissed her servants and reclined on her bed. Jeanette ran her fingers down the silky contours of her dress, pressing the soft fabric against her breasts and rubbing it around her nipples. The feeling of the silky material encapsulating her nipples send a shiver of pleasure through her, and the naughty thoughts racing through her mind made her slit moisten and her thighs press together.

Jeanette found the perfect rebellion against this match: she would live out one of her favorite fantasies. Of course, she couldn't become some nobleman's mistress...that was too much of a commitment, and she was too well known in the noble circles. She could, however, be a whore...at least for one night. Jeanette planned to lose her virginity to some nameless stranger in a brothel to prevent having to giving it away to someone as loathsome as the Duke of Braden. 

One hand tickled down her abdomen, and began pulling up the skirt of her dress. Jeanette imagined lying in a dirty bed as a faceless man lay atop her, thrusting into her relentlessly. Her fingers pressed into her now exposed slit, tracing the curve of the moist flesh, spreading the labia apart with her fingertips. Her slender digits soon found her clit, caressing the little button. Jeanette thrust her hips into her hand as she pictured wrapping her legs around the client, fucking him back eagerly as he used her for his own pleasure. 

"Oooh...mmm....yes....fuck me...mmph...aaah...." Jeanette moaned eagerly as she began to rub her clit faster and harder. Her heart quickened as the heat welled within her. Soon she was picturing herself on all fours, naked and exposed to the man with a queue out the door. As he finished and climaxed on her back, another would soon take his place with a jingle of coins landing in a cup next to her bed. Each man in her fantasy was a nameless, faceless commoner using her for his own pleasure. Jeanette cried out shrilly as her fingers slid up and down over her clit, wantonly grinding into the button. 

Jeanette's hand crumpled the fabric of her dress around her breast, groping her tit as she imagined a man would maul it. Her tit spilled out of the low cut dress, allowing her to squeeze and pluck the nipple as she bucked into her other hand. As she approached her climax, she released the breast and thrust two fingers inside her, while the digits of the other hand continued to work her clit. The fingers slipped deep inside her pussy, her hymen having been torn while horseback riding years ago. She began pumping them in and out as she crossed and uncrossed the digits. Her knuckles pressed against the sensitive inner walls of her pussy as she rode her own hand.

Her fantasy shifted again, this time imagining that one of the clients taking her at the brothel was someone she knew. She imagined that one of the men she met in the city slums discovered her in the brothel. That he looked at her with shock, surprise, and arousal. In her mind she heard the clink of his coins in the cup and saw him lie atop her. In her fantasy, the man's calloused hands held both her wrists above her head, while his heavy body pressed her to the bed. 

Jeanette's pleasure grew as her mind got dirtier. In her fantasy the man talks about how he always wanted her, how he always thought she was a whore. He fucks her hard, painfully slapping his body to hers. Jeanette's hand began moving faster, slapping into her labia as she fucked her fingers harder. One hand gripped the sheets of her bed, twisting them in her fist as she cavorted on the mattress, humping her hand furiously. The wet sound of the fingers sliding through her juicy folds filled the room as she pushed her hips hard and high into her fingers. The reality of the fantasy, the enchanting notion that she might actually be living it that very night pushing her over the edge, and as she imagined a commoner shooting his seed deep in her belly her climax struck, and she cried out in pleasure as her body clamped around the fingers. After tensing and freezing for several moments, each little twitch of her finger on her hypersensitive clit making her jerk and spasm, Jeanette exhaled sharply and collapsed back on the bed panting, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm and eagerly anticipating the return of the footman.

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Jeanette wrapped her cloak tightly around her to conceal her large tits as she slipped out of the castle. Wearing a servant's dress taken from castle stores, the garment was unable to properly cover her breasts and left generous portions on full display. The princess made her way into the streets of Ruar, capital of Zentara. Daniels had returned to the castle that evening with a list of six local brothels. Jeanette wanted a brothel that was close enough to the castle that she could make it at night with relative safely, but far enough that she would encounter any of the castle servants. The princess selected one several streets down from the castle on one of the major roads of the city named The Soiled Dove. Hopefully, being close enough to the major trade streets would prevent any of the men she met in the slums from being there either.

The building was a large establishment, with a rowdy tavern on the first floor and numerous rooms on two upper levels. Jeanette chose this cathouse based on Daniels' description. It was large enough for one girl to get lost in, and large enough that it would likely take on a new girl with such short notice. The princess made her way to The Soiled Dove without incident, and entered the bawdy house. The smell of smoke and liquor, sweat and sex filled the room as the raucous noise of the inhabitants deafened her ears. A makeshift stage was erected on the far side of the room, and a dozen girls paraded about, calling out to the patrons and trying to entice customers. The room was crowded with men, probably at least thirty of them at the bar and at the tables in front of the stage. There were probably even more of them upstairs with some girls right now. Just next to the stage, an older woman stood guard over the stairs leading to the upper levels. Taking her for the Madame, Jeanette cut a path through the men, blushing as some groped at her, smacking her pert, round ass or squeezing a handful of titflesh. Jeanette's heart raced, pounding furiously as she reached the end of her journey, and the beginning of the fantasy. The touch of these men was just foreplay before the main event, but she was already soaked beneath the linen servant's dress.

"Good evening, Madame..." Jeanette opened her cloak, presenting the large tits to the older woman, the tightly cinched dress keeping them held aloft. "I was wondering if...if you needed another girl tonight?"

The Madame looked over Jeanette approvingly, knowing that her endowments, soft skin, and ravishing beauty would make her immensely popular. "Just for one night? I don't take on girls by the night...they always come with problems...be it an angry pip, a bawling baby or diseases that dirty up all the customers."

Jeanette bit her lip, "Please Madame, I really need the money..."

"For what? Paying a woman to get rid of some babe in your belly? Don't want your parents to find out? If you really need the money I can take you on regular, you'd be a big hit I'm sure..." The Madame smiled at the princess, reaching forward the brush her thumb over Jeanette's hard nipple, giving it a soft flick before tugging the neckline of the dress down to let her tit fall out.

Jeanette gasped as her breast became exposed, a rush of pleasure at the exposure rippling through her. Some of the men standing nearby hooted and cheered. The princess felt their eyes on her, and her pussy gushed further with the thought that they would soon be lining up for the chance to fuck her. Her thighs slid together as she gripped the skirt of her dress, knuckles going white as she clutched the fabric around her fingers.

"Please Madame, I...I'm sorry, I lied...I don't need the money...in fact...I can pay..." Biting her lip, Jeanette pulled a small purse from a pocked in the dress. "Five gold marks...to work here for one night." Jeanette leaned in toward the Madame and lowered her voice. "I work for a great lady...I displeased her, and she's ordered me to work here for a night...she gave me the money to help convince you...she...she urges you let her patronize your place...and to make use of me...you can...you can keep all the money I earn of course..."

The Madame looked at Jeanette again, not entirely believing the story. The girl carried herself too well, and spoke too eloquently. Still, five gold marks was a lot of money, and the girl would earn more that night. It was too good an offer to turn down. Besides, who was she to try and question the games the nobility played?

"Very well my dear...I'll let you work here tonight. In fact, I think I can get you started right away..." Turning toward the men who were eagerly watching, she raised her voice above the din of the crowd. "Who wants a piece of my new girl here?" A massive roar was the answer and a line of men began to form. "But first we need to make sure she's Soiled Dove material don't we?" The men laughed in response, cheering and egging the Madame on. Jeanette stood frozen under the attention of all the men. When the Madame pushed her against the wall and began lifting up her skirt, she groaned softly and spread her legs. The Madame lifted the skirt of the dress above Jeanette's waist to expose her pussy. The Madame snickered as she pressed her fingers against the wet folds. "Wet already! She's eager for it boys! And she looks clean enough, so I don't see any reason to hold this up any longer!" The Madame released Jeanette's dress, letting it slide back into place then wiped her fingers on Jeanette's face with a smirk. She finally nudged Jeanette towards the stairs, giving her bottom a smack to send her on her way.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Afterward



Thank you all for sticking with the story all the way to the end. I hope you all enjoyed the story and found it a pleasure to read. I wanted to write this afterward to talk about my experience writing the story, what I was trying to do, what I learned, and to invite comments and criticisms from all the readers here.

I actually wrote this story over five months from 2012 to 2013. It is my ambition to write a mainstream fantasy novel one day, and I used this story as practice and to prove I could. I learned a lot while writing, both in what I did with the story and what I didn't do. There is plenty of room for improvement, which I may get around to one day. 

The story is set up like a romance novel, which lead female and male characters, and then secondary characters that do not get as much attention. It wasn't deliberate to sideline the secondary characters, it just sort of happened as I was writing. With all the focus on Jeanette, and most of her time being spent with Turogg, the rest of the cast faded. In the future I will have to spend more time working on secondary characters. I think adding more points of view will help in this respect.

Initially, the story was going to be much darker, with Jeanette much more being blackmailed and not consenting or being as submissive. As I plotted the story, I felt this was too dark and would make the story somewhat inaccessible. What do you think? Would you rather have had a blackmailed princess or a complicit one? This is why the orgy scene at the wedding is a little darker, and probably why many people felt it was out of place. 

Some people also thought the ending was a bit rushed. Certainly, the last chapter is the most poorly rated of them all. I am going to consider rewriting the chapter to fix some of these issues. Please feel free to leave any ideas or suggestions in the comments or through feedback. I will consider them, either for this story or for the next.

The reason I kept Jeanette as the sole point of view character was to keep an aura of mystery and Turogg, his intentions, and his association with Drake. I think this was the right choice for this story, but in the future I will work the stories to accommodate at least two, and maybe up to four, points of view.

Another thing I need to improve upon is descriptions. People, places, and things could all have gotten better descriptions to flesh out the scenes a little better. Other than Jeanette's dresses, this is something that is lacking. Additionally, in future works I want to play around with themes and motifs to foreshadow and provide a little deeper meaning.

I know all that sounds a little too sophisticated for an erotic story, but remember this is about teaching me to be a better writer!

One thing which I set out deliberately to do, and I hope I did a good job, was to build a convincing fantasy world. I think I did a god job on making believable countries, cultures, economies, and militaries. If you disagree, or see an area of improvement there, please leave a comment or email me! I made a deliberate decision not to include magic in the land and to make a more realistic environment. I do have ideas for adding magic to the world, but that is a long way off and I'm not sure I'll ever get there.

One of the comments I received was that I should have done more to make the orcs biologically distinct from humans, and to emphasize this in the sex scenes. This didn't occur to me until I was halfway through the story the first time, and I went back to try and shoehorn it in. I did another pass after I got that comment, but I didn't do as good a job as I would have if I had done it originally. In future stories, there might be more biological differences that appear to be a continuity error, but it's not. Just think of new Klingons versus old Klingons!

Another thing I tried to do is to make each character sound unique with his or her own voice. If you think I did or didn't accomplish that, please say something! Also, if you don't mind, leave a comment describing the personalities of some of the characters. I'm hoping how you perceive them is how I intended them to be.

One area where I think I dropped the ball was the battle scenes. I had a very difficult time making an exciting battle from Jeanette's point of view because she wasn't in the thick of it. In the future, I think I will experiment with writing a point of view from within to see if that makes it more interesting and exciting.

I know that the sex scenes were a little thin at the end. When I plotted out the story, I started to worry that there were too many of them, so I lightened the load towards the end. I hadn't initially intended to release the story episodically on Literotica so I didn't think about the problems this would have when some posted chapters would have little if any adult content.

Also, I worried about the scenes getting a little repetitive. I focused more on creating unique scenarios for Jeanette, and by the end when I was getting tired of writing so many graphic descriptions, I slacked off a little and left it at a more undeveloped scenario level. If that makes any sense.

I have planned out two more novels and one novella as part of the Orc Dominion series, but due to some real life changes I won't be able to properly right them for at least a year. In the meantime, I hope to release some short stories that will bridge the gap between the end of Zentara and the next novel. The short stories will all be told from a different point of view. So far I have story ideas for Susannah, Bodak, Cindy, an unnamed Thestan, and maybe Frederick.

I also have some ideas about writing a few chapters from different points of view that take place during or just prior to the events of Zentara. I'm thinking about one story for Drake, one for Turogg, and maybe one for Gilbert.

The last think I want to talk about is marketing. Most of the chapters were submitted by me on Saturday or Sunday and approved on a Tuesday or Wednesday. However, at the end I started submitting the chapters on Tuesday or Wed so they would be approved in time for the weekend. This resulted in much higher views. Additionally, using the word 'princess' in the description resulted in much more views than using her name. 

Finally, thank you all again for reading the story, leaving comments, and voting. It's very flattering that my very first writing attempt received so many 'hot' ratings! Especially since most of the story isn't properly edited. If anyone would like to volunteer to edit future stories, please drop me a line. It may even light a fire under my butt and get me writing more! Once more, please leave a comment or send me feedback with any additional critiques or suggestions you may have. Thank you!

Bonus:

The original epilogue I wrote was more in a third person narrative, which I wasn't happy with. However, given some of the feedback I've received, I thought I'd include it here for your viewing pleasure. This was written some time ago, so it doesn't necessarily reflect some of the plans I made for the next stories. Also, you'll note that Agmar gets barely a mention again. That is because I have my own plans for him in the third major story, and I don't want to settle too much up front. Enjoy!

The orgy at the wedding was followed by a rash of marriages, joining the orc tribe to the Zentaran nobility. The men were more outraged than the women, who like Jeanette, had come to love and adore orc virility. While there were murmurs of rebellion, the veteran soldiers who fought with the orcs were not interested in betraying King Turogg and Queen Jeanette. Nor were the common people moved to come to the defense of the nobility. The orcs only targeted noble families for marriage to bolster their status, and left the common folk alone. With their own women protected, they were not about to commit treason to aid noble women who did not want their help to begin with.

After the initial shock had passed, the nobility came to accept the orcs as well. Their favor was necessary for position and advancement at court. Additionally, they lacked the finer skills to take on the many responsibilities of the nobility, so little actual power changed hands despite their presence. While the outrage at the ravishment of their women remained strong at first, it abated as they gained more exposure. Though they looked different and were uncouth, at heart they were much the same as humans. Besides, with most of the new orc nobility in the Duchy of Braden and King Turogg's new lands, they were out of sight and out of mind.

Once King Turogg was crowned, he transferred the title of Duke of Braden to Bodak, making his brother the new Duke. After Bodak married Susannah, she became the Duchess of Braden. While politically a good marriage, Frederick never did accept it, or forgive Jeanette for her role in it. Frederick left court to return to Haverford with his sons, and never returned. Susannah and Bodak had many children together, and developed the Duchy into a strong frontier against Heste.

Sir Drake's death went unmourned in Zentara. It was well known that the Queen did not care for him, so his disappearance from court upon her return was not remarked upon. When it was later revealed that he was dead, no one seemed to mind. His methods had alienated much of court, and even more of the common people.

King Connor of Heste never forgave Jeanette for taking the Duchy of Braden, and did not truly believe they were not complicit in his brother's death. Eight years after the war, he used orc raids on Heste as a pretext for to start another war. Thesta and Sandora, much recovered from their conflict with the orcs and not desirous of seeing them expelled from the Duchy of Braden and possibly return to the Angrian March, intervened in the war to support Zentara. This resulted in another disastrous loss for Heste, and King Connor was forced to give up more land and castles. In the following years, the orc raids got worse, and Zentara assumed more and more of the Hesten lands. By the time that Jeanette and King Turogg's second son was of age, he was able to assume the title of King of Heste after the last remnants of King Connor's lands were taken over.

King Turogg and Jeanette had twelve children together, eight boys and four girls. They ruled the Kingdom together, with King Turogg spending much of his time training the Zentaran military and learning the arts of 'civilized' warfare. Queen Jeanette managed the Kingdom, regulating trade and overseeing the budget. Zentara entered into a golden age under their leadership, being not only the wealthiest, but also a premier military power. 

King Turogg ruled for sixteen years before passing away at the age of forty-six, an age considered quite advanced for the warlike and volatile orcs. His first son with Jeanette then assumed the crown, and Jeanette became the Queen Mother. Even in this position Jeanette maintained the reins on power, continuing to guide her son and the Kingdoms of Zentara and Heste. 

Agmar and the rest of the half-orc children grew up with every advantage, and their stories could fill three more books. The marriage of Jeanette and Turogg would have long and far reaching consequences for the region, which would never be the same afterward.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 02



The next morning Jeanette was sorer than she would have thought possible. Using her royal prerogative, she dismissed kitty, her chambermaid, and decided to lie in bed, stating she was ill. Besides, after such a climactic night, where she not only lost her virginity, but with multiple men, she needed some time to herself to think and reflect. As she relived the previous night in her mind, she was tempted to begin masturbating, though one brush between her legs convinced her that was a bad idea.

Someone began knocking on the door, and after Jeanette bid the person to enter, the door opened. "Your Highness, I heard you were not feeling well, is there anything I can do?" A young, pretty woman swept into the room with a warm smile on her face.

"Susannah! How good to see you, do come in..." Jeanette smiled welcomingly as Lady Susannah Welton entered her bed chamber. The princess sat up against the headboard of the bed and patted the mattress to encourage Susannah to sit down. "I'm feeling just a little under the weather, but it is nothing to be concerned about."

"Then I suppose congratulations are in order?" Jeanette started, surprised and worried that Susannah somehow knew she had lost her virginity. "You're getting married!" Jeanette exhaled in relief that her secret had not been found out, though Susannah interpreted it as being unhappy with the arrangement. "I know the Duke of Braden is not what you wanted, but won't it be nice to be married at least? And he's certainly a respectable enough gentleman, with bountiful lands and influence in Heste."

"I know, I know...but look at him Susannah! And the stories they tell about him..." Jeanette shuddered again, pulling a face which caused Susannah to lead in and give the princess a hug. "Well at least you can look on the bright side...if even half the stories are true he should be quite the skilled lover for you!" Susannah giggled playfully, and even Jeanette managed a smile. 

"Susannah! You minx! Where did you learn to start thinking like that?" Jeanette smiled a little wider, thinking about how at this rate she would be the more skilled lover.

"Oh come now Jeanette, don't tell me you don't think about it too! I bet you can't wait to find out what it feels like to make love!" 

Jeanette smiled nervously, since she really couldn't, and didn't wait. "I suppose you're right, I have been a bit curious..." 

"And you better tell me all the naughty details too once it happens! At this rate it will be some time before my parents get around to marrying me off and I'll need all the preparation I can get!" Susannah smiled at her friend.

"All the naughty details, hmm? My oh my Susannah, you're getting a bold aren't you?" Jeanette smirked a bit. "Are you sure there isn't some handsome stable boy you've been thinking of exploring some of these naughty things with that have got you so interested all of a sudden?" Jeanette couldn't help but think of the naughty details she could tell the other woman.

Susannah blushed slightly, but shook her head. "No, no one in particular...just...curious." She smiles shyly at Jeanette, and the girls burst into another fit of giggles. In order to change the subject, the blushing Susannah continued, "Oh! You'll never guess what! Orcs have been spotted in Shropfordshire!"

"Orcs? Really? Whatever are they doing there? I haven't heard anything about orcs entering Zentara...did they cause any trouble?" Jeanette leaned towards Susannah, looking a little worried. Orcs caused great trouble for Thesta and Sandora, but normally left Zentara alone. The princess hoped that they were not going to start now. 

"Oh no, they didn't cause any trouble...they just sort of hung around the town and talked to people...paid handsomely for room and board and everything they bought. I had no notion that they were so rich!"

"Well, it's probably plunder from Thesta or Sandora...I guess I never really thought about where they would spend it before, but I suppose they have to sell or trade it somewhere."

"My father said he thought they normally trade it on the other side of the Angrian March...but perhaps they're looking for a closer place to begin trading with. Still, it's a little exciting isn't it? Orcs! I've never seen one...father wouldn't let me leave the estate when they were in Shropfordshire. To think that there is a whole different race from humans...well, there are elves too I suppose, but they are similar enough."

Jeanette smiled at how excited Susannah was. "There're not all that different...they still have one head, two arms and two legs. But they're supposed to be savage creatures...always raiding and looting and pillaging...don't get too excited my dear. They're not to be trusted."

"I know I know, I've heard that too...but the ones in Shropfordshire were supposedly very nice. Maybe the stories we've heard are just stories? After all, it's not like humans don't raid, loot, and pillage as well. Maybe there's a whole culture to them!"

"And you're going to be the one who discovers it? Are you going to invite them to stay with you at your estate?" Jeanette giggle playfully, and Susannah flushed. 

"Well of course not...I mean, they are supposed to be scary looking, being so large and having tusks. I think I should like to at least see one though, don't you think?"

"Well if they do begin coming into Zentara to trade I'm sure you'll get your chance. But I wouldn't hold my breath, I doubt my father would allow it...it would run the risk of alienating Thesta and Sandora and he won't do that."

"I suppose you're right. Maybe I'll get a chance to see them before the king says 'no' though?" Susannah smiled again. "Oh dear, I should let you get back to rest, and I need to go and see father. I hope you feel better Your Highness!"

"I'm sure I will, do take care Susannah! Watch out for orcs!" Jeanette smiled as her friend left, settling back into her bed. Susannah was a good friend, if a little naïve sometimes. "I suppose I was too, though, before..."

Jeanette was not able to maintain her resolve to stay away from The Soiled Dove. The princess lasted a whole week before she gave in to the temptation. Jeanette thought she had awoken as a woman years earlier, but that was nothing compared to the real thing. Jeanette could no longer be truly satisfied with just her fingers. She needed the real thing, and craved the extra thrill and excitement of playing the part of a doxy in a brothel.

When Jeanette returned to The Soiled Dove the following week she immediately made her way back to the Madame. The Madame gave her a knowing smile as Jeanette pulled back the cowl of her cloak and revealed herself. "Back again are you? Couldn't stay away?"

"I've rethought your offer to work here regulary, Madame...well, at least, semi regularly...maybe a few days a week?" Jeanette looked up at the Madame hopefully, heart pounding in her chest. "I suppose I might be able to make that work...you get half a bit per customer...the harder you work, the more you get. Do you agree?"

Jeanette nodded eagerly, not concerned with the amount of money she would make. "Yes, yes that sounds very fair...thank you. May I start tonight?"

The Madame laughed at Jeanette's eagerness. "Sure thing dearie, let me hook you up with Cindy. She will show you the ropes while you get settled in." The Madame brought Jeanette over to a lovely woman who was walking the stage. The woman, though young, was older than Jeanette and had the look of someone who had been working in the business for a while. "Cindy, this little sweetie is going to be working with us a few nights a week from now on. Take her under your wing and show her what's what, alright?" 

Cindy smiled and nodded at the Madame. "Sure thing boss, I'll take good care of her." Cindy turned towards Jeanette as the Madame went back to her post by the stairs. "So what's your name hon?" 

Jeanette paused for a moment, the question catching her off guard, before she finally just blurted out the truth. "Jeanette."

"Oh! Like the princess! How nice...it's a lovely name."

Jeanette blushed a little at the remark. "Yes that's right...and you're Cindy, right?" 

Cindy nodded and looped her arm through Jeanette's. "Mmhmm...now, let me give you a brief tour of the place. There's a bar up front there where the men typically start out. Then they come on over to the stage where they decide what girl they want to pick. It's your job to make them want to pick you. Do what you have to...play the innocent maiden, shake your tits, flash your cooch, whatever it takes. Here is some free advice though: make eye contact with the crowd, make each man out there think you're doing it for him personally. Try to relax and have a good time, if it seems like you're having fun, it'll be more natural and they're more likely to think you're into it and want them back. That'll always get their attention! With a bit of luck you'll build up your own following of regulars before too long. If you keep them coming back it will make things much easier for you."

Jeanette nodded rapidly as she listened to the older girl. "Alright...I think I can do all that. Do...do you have a regular clientele?" 

Cindy looked at Jeanette with a hint of bemusement. "Yes I surely do, I don't see them all every night of course...not enough time in the night for it, not if what you're gonna do beneath the covers is gonna keep them coming back. But I've been working for the Madame here about two years now and I've started making more than a few bits. Plus the men will leave tips or give presents if you treat them sweet enough. I figure a couple more years here and I'll be able to go respectable, long as I keep saving up my marks."

Jeanette smiled at the more experienced girl. "It sounds as if you have quite the plan put together. How did you get into this line of work?" 

Cindy laughed a bit at Jeanette's question. "Never heard it asked so sweetly before...but I got into it after my folks passed from the Sweltering Fever...I couldn't keep the farm going by myself, and didn't feel like getting shackled to a man only after my farm, so I sold it to an uncle and became a city girl. Now, that's enough chatter, can't make money when you're jabbering. We need to get you up on stage there and taking customers. But first we need to get you out of those digs, Jeanette. The serving girl look isn't going to cut it with this crowd."

Jeanette looked concerned and a little confused. "What do you mean? I don't have anything besides this to wear..."

"Well, just look around you! None of these other girls are as covered as you on in that dress. I admit it does a good job of showing off the tits, but we need a little bit more. Come on back to the pantry right quick and I'll show you what I mean." Cindy grinned and looped her arm around Jeanette's and pulled her into a nearby pantry.

Jeanette looked around the small closet pantry, examining the good and sundries inside. "I don't see how this is going to help..."

Cindy chuckled and grabbed a pair of scissors. "No this is perfect, here watch..." Cindy began snipping away at the stitching of the of the thin cloth cincher that tied in the front of the servant's dress and squeezed and lifted her breasts up. Once it was removed, Cindy cut away the fabric of the dress from the waist up.

"Hey! I need this dress intact..." Jeanette's protested quietly, half-heartedly as she didn't really need the dress. Instead, she watched in rapture as the garment was cut and her generous bust spilled free. It wasn't long however, before Cindy wrapped the thin cincher over Jeanette's bare skin, once more squeezing her waist and barely covering her breasts. As Jeanette looked down, the fabric of the cincher only just barely covered her nipple, and much of the sides and all of the top of her breasts were left exposed, as well as her slit down to her navel.

"There, this is perfect...well, almost perfect. One more thing to be done!" Cindy knelt down and cut into the skirt of the dress a few inches above the knee. She then began cutting around Jeanette, leaving a jagged hemline above the knee and exposing Jeanette's calves. "There! Done! Now let's get you up on stage and see what you can do! Remember, eye contact!"

Jeanette exited the pantry and walked back to the stage. When she stepped up onto it, the skirt of the now much shorter dress fell back to expose her thigh, much to the delight of the crowd. Jeanette smiled at the other girls up on stage and walked to the front, hands on her hips, back straight as she thrust her barely covered breasts out at the crowd. With a heated smile on her face, she looked out at the patrons of the brothel, scanning the crowd, looking each man in the eye as she turned slightly in both directions, putting her breasts in profile, and exposing her inner thighs as she lifted her skirt slightly.

The mean cheered and clapped, whistling and catcalling as Jeanette strutted on the stage. She noticed one man, sitting near the front shifting about uncomfortable in his seat, his eyes devouring her. The bearded man had his hand was beneath the table, adjusting his pants around a no doubt throbbing erection. Jeanette grinned a little wider, reveling in the affect she had on this man. She lifted her arm, pointing straight at him, and then curled her finger to beckon him towards the stage.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he rose up from the table. The men around him clapped him on the shoulders and pushed him forward to the stage. Jeanette hopped down into his arms, her tits pressing into his chest. He then wrapped his arm around her, and led her up the stairs, paying the Madame on his way.

Jeanette began spending several nights a week in the brothel, finding newer and dirtier ways of pleasuring men. She learned to please men with her mouth, with her tits, even with her ass. Each new depredation brought her greater and greater pleasure. The only drawback, besides the late nights and ultimately sore pussy, was the horrid tea she had to drink at the end of each night to prevent any pregnancy. Not that Jeanette let them cum inside her after the first night, that was too hard to clean between customers, but the Madame did not want her girls taking any chances, and neither did Jeanette.

Most of these activities were within her comfort zone, though Jeanette did learn that there were more services provided at The Soiled Dove than she could have imagined before first working there. One night, Cindy came to her and said, "Jeanette, I need your help with a client...he has special needs. But he is a big spender, and always gives a little extra on the side. You'll do great with him!"

Intrigued, Jeanette followed Cindy upstairs to one of the rooms. Inside, an older man waited. He was better dressed than the usual customers, probably a merchant of some sort, though not one that Jeanette recognized, thankfully.

"Mr. Beechum, this is my good friend Jeanette. Jeanette, this is Mr. Beechum, my best and most valued client." Cindy smiled as she introduced the two, looking back and forth between them. Beechum leered and Jeanette, walking towards her. "Jeanette, just like the princess. As beautiful as her too..." Beechum reached out to stroke Jeanette's cheek and chin, then let his hand fall to her bosom and gave it a squeeze. "Does she know what I like?"

Jeanette smiled, but otherwise remained impassive as she was inspected. Cindy chimed in, "Not yet Mr. Beechum, but she's a right clever girl and I know she'll catch on quick. Now, let's get started...come on then, Mr. Beechum, show Jeanette here what we have to work with."

Beechum untied his pants, and quickly pushed them down past his knees. As he stood up again, Jeanette couldn't help but giggle at what she saw. In the past weeks she'd been working at the brothel, she had seen many different penises, but she had never seen one as small as this. It was a mere two inches at best, barely extending out from the tuft of hair between his legs. Jeanette tried to hide the fact that she had laughed at him, as that was something which was stressed to her never to do. Beechum saw it, however, and rather than getting mad, his cock gave a little twitch.

Cindy smirked and looked from the tiny cock to Jeanette. "It's not much, is it? It's insulting the way he walks in here with that tiny little dick and expects any woman, even a whore to take it between her legs." Jeanette looked at Cindy in surprise for so boldly insulting a client, but the other girl just looked back expectantly.

Catching on, Jeanette looked back towards Beechum. "Calling it a dick is kind of you Cindy, for it's hardly that at all. It's more of a dicklette, really, or a clit." Beechum groaned softly at the words, reaching down to start stroking the small penis with two fingers. "Are you trying to get it hard for us? Go on then, stroke it...show us what you have and let me see how big you can get it."

Jeanette and Cindy laughed at the older man as he rubbed his little cock. "Don't get your hopes up Jeanette, it's not much to see when it's hard either. Most men are bigger than he is when they're soft! But Mr. Beechum likes to put on his little show and we always give the customer what he wants."

It was hard to tell, but Jeanette did seem to think that Beechum's cock was growing. It could not have been much, maybe another inch or so, and even then it was not fully hard, remaining flaccid and only partially erect. "How does he intend to fuck us with that thing? Tell me I'm not going to have to touch it, I think I'd die!" 

Jeanette giggled again as Cindy looked over. "Oh don't you worry my dear, he wouldn't dare think of making us touch that little thing. He knows that's not going to happen, in fact, he knows that even bringing that tiny little dick in here gets him punished..."

"Punished?" Jeanette looked over at Cindy again as Beechum groaned, beating his meat faster now with this thumb and forefinger. "Yes that's right...Mr. Beechum gets his bum paddled for coming in here with such a small cock and insulting us by making us watch him play with it. Isn't that right, Mr. Beechum?"

"Ung...oh yes Cindy...I deserve it..." Jeanette giggled at the display. This was something totally new for her, and she had no notion that a man would want to be humiliated in this fashion. Cindy opened an armoire and pulled out a long, wooden panel and swatted it at Beechum's hand. "Stop all that stroking! You don't want to cum too early do you? It's bad enough you have such a small cock, but you don't want to be an early cummer as well right?

"No Cindy..." Beechum removed his hand from his little cock, letting it bob and twitch. He then turned around and bent forward, placing his palms on the wall with his backside toward Cindy and Jeanette. Cindy winked at Jeanette, then gripped the paddle with both hands and swung it forward, smacking him firmly in the backside. Jeanette watched wide eyed as a large red welt formed on Beechum's backside. Beechum grunted as the paddle collided with his butt, arching his back to stick it out further at the women. Cindy struck him again, and then again.

"This is what you get Mr. Beechum for coming here and exposing that pathetic little dick to us. Doesn't he deserve this Jeanette?" 

Jeanette broke her eyes away from Beechum to glance at Cindy, and then reached to take the paddle from the other woman. "That's quite right, Cindy. Mr. Beechum is clearly not a real man, and shouldn't be coming here to waste our time." Jeanette swung the paddle again, striking it across both cheeks to hit them evenly. She then began switching back and forth to each cheek, turning his bottom red.

"Ah! Oh...thank you Jeanette! Mmm! Thank you for punishing me!" Beechum shook his hips back and forth at Jeanette, urging her to continue hitting him. "How did you even get such a small cock, Mr. Beechum? Did your father have a small dick? Did he have to breed with a dwarf? Or did yours stop growing at the age of three?"




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 02



"It never grew, Jeanette...it's been the same size since I was a little boy." Even though he asked for it, Beechum still flushed with humiliation at the degrading words. A man of his station, being verbally abused, physically punished, and rejected by two whores in a brothel demolished his ego. Even still, his cock throbbed as much as ever, the half limp dicklette bouncing in delight with each spank, and each cutting remark.

"I'm going to guess you don't have any children, Mr. Beechum. I mean, what woman would let you put that tiny little cock of yours inside her. Even if you found one who would, you couldn't get it in deep enough to fertilize her womb. But it's for the best, I'm sure...a pathetic, small dicked man like yourself shouldn't be reproducing anyway." Jeanette got nastier as she continued paddling, until finally Cindy took the paddle back from her.

"Didn't I tell you she'd catch on quickly, Mr. Beechum? As I've told you before, any woman would feel the same way after seeing that itty bitty little pecker you carry around in there. Any girl in here would say and do the same things. But I suppose if we're going to take your money and humiliate you, you should at least get something from it. So come on over Mr. Beechum, you know what to do." Leaning over, Cindy whispered into Jeanette's ear, "Just go with it..."

Cindy place Jeanette with her back against the wall, and Beechum moved in front of her and knelt before her. Cindy grinned and ran her hands down Jeanette's hips and thighs, rubbing her slowly. "You know you're no good for fucking women, but there is something you can do, isn't there Mr. Beechum?" Cindy snickered softly as she began bunching up Jeanette's skirt. "You can lick their pussies...come on Mr. Beechum, lick this dirty whore's cunt..."

Jeanette gasped in surprise at the idea. Even with all her experience so far in the brothel, none of her customers had ever licked her down there before. Although she had sucked a man's cock, it hadn't occurred to her that she might receive the same sort of pleasure. Looking down at Beechum, the man seemed aroused at the idea, even as he flinched. Jeanette's breasts heaved as she breathed harder in anticipation. Cindy lifted the short skirt above Jeanette's waist, exposing her slit to Beechum. Her labia were wet, a sign that punishing Beechum had aroused her.

Beechum leaned in, kissing the inside of Jeanette's knee, then began running her lips up her sweaty inner thigh. As he moved upward, Cindy gripped his hair and jerked his head to the side. "You know better than to kiss a woman's leg without permission, Mr. Beechum. If you can't pleasure a woman with your cock, you don't get to call the shots."

"I'm sorry, Cindy...please, may I lick your pussy, Jeanette? Please let me lick it!" Beechum begged and groveled, looking up eagerly as his tiny dick jumped and twitched. 

"You want to lick this dirty whore's cunt? To stick your tongue deep inside her pussy?" Cindy looked over at Jeanette and grinned. "What do you think Jeanette? Will you let this loser lick your cunt? Do you think he's worthy of tonguing your dirty snatch?"

Jeanette tried to put on an amused face, but the constant calling her a dirty whore was beginning to wear on her. She knew the game that Cindy was playing, but it still nagged on the back of her mind, and played into her own self-doubts about what she was doing. Even still, she knew that she had to play along, as degrading as it was. For like it or not, she was a whore, by her own doing, and she had to pleasure her customer.

"I don't know...I suppose so. Even a wealthy merchant like Mr. Beechum is lower than a common whore if he has a dick that small. Hah! I think his tongue is longer than his cock so maybe it will actually be able to pleasure a woman. I suppose there is only one way to find out...let's see it Mr. Beechum, shove that slimy little tongue of yours up my dirty snatch! It's already had four cocks in it tonight, so it couldn't hurt to have that tiny cocked loser's tongue in it."

"Thank you Jeanette! I won't let you down! I swear it!" Beechum began kissing and licking Jeanette's thigh again, rubbing his face up the smooth leg. He then pressed his face into Jeanette's crotch, inhaling the scent of her pussy, and ran his nose through her soft pubic hair.  Beechum then lapped and licked at the swollen nether lips, tracing the curve with the tip of his tongue before lashing it between her legs again, rubbing it directly against the slit. Jeanette gasped and moaned at the pleasurable sensation of the hot, wet muscle sliding against her sensitive puss.

"I think the tawdry harlot likes it Mr. Beechum...perhaps you're good for something after all. Not fucking like a real man, of course, but rubbing your face between a whore's legs, licking her well fucked pussy...perhaps if you're a real good boy she'll even let you clean her out after she spreads her legs for a real man..." Cindy laughed a little louder, gripping Beechum's hair again to press his face even harder between Jeanette's legs, pushing his tongue deeper inside her.

Beechum began slurping at the juicy cunt, thrusting the tongue in and out of her, twisting and thrashing it inside Jeanette's pussy. Jeanette began thrusting her hips forward; riding Beechum's face and humping his lips and tongue eagerly.

Cindy laughed a bit louder. "I think the dirty slut likes it...even though she fucks any man with coin to pay and a cock large enough to slide inside her, it seems even a small dicked loser's tongue brings her pleasure as well. I guess the little whore would do anything to get some attention to her dirty pussy."

Jeanette's clit engorged and slid out of its hood as she became more and more aroused. Beechum wrapped his lips around the little button and began to suckle as he cast his eyes up at Jeanette. Cindy stroked the back of Beechum's head, running her fingers through his soft hair. She then reached over to Jeanette with her other hand and tugged down on the thin, cloth corset. Jeanette's tits spilled free, and the sight of it caused Beechum to groan in desire. 

Jeanette bit down on her lower lip as her nipples hardened after being exposed. Cindy then pinched one, and gave it a little twist. Jeanette gasped out loud at the sudden sensation, and then quivered as Beechum tongued her clit rapidly. Cindy began to rub and massage Jeanette's large tit as she leaned towards the other woman, bringing their lips together. Jeanette whimpered in surprise at the kiss. Men almost never kissed her, and she had never kissed another woman before. Jeanette's heart began to race faster, the pleasure of the pussy licking outweighing the discomfort of suddenly being kissed by another woman. 

Jeanette brought her own hands to Cindy's body, awkwardly stroking her chin as she rocked her hips forward and back against Beechum's face. Cindy and Jeanette continued to kiss, and soon their tongues were sliding against each other as they kissed again and again. Jeanette's whimpers began getting louder and shriller, until finally she quivered and spasmed as Beechum brought her to climax by his furious assault on her clit.

Beechum continued to lick at Jeanette's clit, touching and rubbing it, each touch making her twitch and try to jerk away. Finally, his licking came to a stop, and Cindy pulled away from the embrace leaving Jeanette panting and heaving for breath as she recovered from the climax.

"Isn't she a dirty slut, Mr. Beechum? A pretty young thing like her...coming here and spreading her legs for big fat cocks...then riding your face to make herself cum? She seems to enjoy herself a little too much doing all this. She's a very, very naughty girl isn't she?" Cindy watched Beechum as she continued to play with Jeanette's breast. Beechum sat back on his calves beneath the girls and began to stroke his little cock again. As Beechum started to stroke, Cindy closed her fingers on Jeanette's nipple and gave it a little tug, making the princess gasp out loud again.

"Oooh...y-yes Cindy...such a dirty nasty slut...she should be punished...!" Beechum groaned again as his fingertips slid around his cockhead.



Jeanette looked at Cindy in surprise, "What?" Before she could say any more, or protest, Cindy pinched the nipple again, and then gave her breast a light slap. 

"You heard Mr. Beechum, Jeanette, you're a dirty nasty slut who needs to be punished...aren't you?" Cindy lowered her hand to Jeanette's pussy and gave it a sharp slap, then thumped her fingertips against Jeanette's clit. The hard, sharp sensations between her legs made her jump in place and bang against the wall. Her knees buckled as her cunt throbbed and pulsed from the abuse.

"Ah! Yes! Yes I'm a dirty, nasty, slut...I...I only work here because I want lots of cock! I just want to spread my legs for man after man!" Jeanette shouted out the humiliating words, her cheeks burning at the truth to them, even though she was supposed to be putting on an act. Tears welled at the corner of her eyes, though the pain of the insults was mixed with further arousal as Cindy rubbed and massaged her soaked pussy.

Beechum continued to jerk his dick furiously, his eyes devouring the humiliated and defeated look on Jeanette's face. He started to edge, teetering on the verge of climax as he watched Cindy abuse Jeanette. Cindy rubbed Jeanette's clit vigorously, making the other woman mewl and pant. "See how hot she's getting? The slut is like a bitch in heat...she'll hump anything just to get off." Cindy pulled her hand away from between Jeanette's legs, leaving her wanting and desperate. "Isn't that so, Jeanette? Say it..."

Jeanette gulped and closed her eyes, then opened them up again and looked down at Beechum. "Yes...I'll hump anything to get off...I'm a desperate whore...all I care about is getting off! My pussy owns me!" Beechum's hand became a blur around the tiny dicklette as he thrust his hips upwards. Jeanette twitched and shuddered as she yearned and craved for further contact. Instead, Cindy grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. She then yanked the skirt down to Jeanette's feet and puled her hips out, so that her ass thrust toward Beechum. Cindy then spread Jeanette's legs, to expose her drenched pussy lips to the man. Jeanette braced herself on the wall, palms flat against it as her breasts hung beneath her. Cindy then grabbed the paddle again, and swung it down, smacking Jeanette sharply on the ass. Jeanette cried out, hopping in place as Cindy paddled her over and over. 

Beechum began to cum at the sight, shooting his load over his hand. His climax was weak, thin and meager like his cock. Beechum collapsed back onto the floor, panting and groaning as his little dick continued to dribble onto the floor. 

Cindy leaned over and whispered in Jeanette's ear again, Good job hon, it'll be worth it, you see..."

Jeanette whimpered, still hot and needy, as she had been quite turned on again by Cindy's touch. Realizing that it was over, and not wanting to admit how hot she was, she nodded and reached down, pulling her skirt back up around her waist and stuffed her tits back into her top.

Beechum rose and redressed, then turned to the women with a smile. "I had a great time ladies, you were wonderful...thank you..." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small pouch and counted out ten gold marks, giving five to each woman. Five gold marks was about the take home pay for a girl at the Soiled Dove after a week. Cindy smiled broadly at the reward, while Jeanette's smile was weaker, as she didn't really leave the money. "I'll look for you two again sometime soon. Goodnight!"

Beechum left the room, leaving Cindy and Jeanette alone. "Sorry about dumping that on you Jeanette. I know it was kind of sudden, but trust me, your natural reactions worked in our favor...I hope you didn't take it personally. It was just an act!"

"I...I know Cindy...it was just...sudden." Jeanette wet her lips, still shaking lightly, then put on a brave front. "But wow! Five gold marks! And I didn't even have to lie on my back! That's incredible!" Jeanette tittered softly. "I know right? I told you it'd be worth it. Didn't even take that long! Plenty of time to get back to taking more customers right?"

Jeanette grinned a bit at the prospect. She could certainly use a man between her legs at the moment. "There sure is! Though if we could get enough men to pay like this regularly there wouldn't be a need for it. Are there many men who do this? Have you done this sort of thing before?"

Cindy shook her head. "Not really...just with Mr. Beechum. Sometimes you'll get a guy who wants to spank you...or wants to be spanked but they don't pay that much more than regular. Mr. Beechum is a little unique in what he looks for. This was the first time we've had two girls...it just sort of keeps escalating. Sometimes I wonder how far I can get him to go, right?"

Jeanette nodded along. "I know what you mean...it is kind of exhilarating. And it's definitely different than what we normally do. I never thought sex could get old until the hundredth or so man climbed atop me." Jeanette laughed a little more, her spirits starting to return.

"This job can still surprise every once in a while. Maybe if I'm real lucky I'll push it so far that I can convince Mr. Beechum to marry me, and live off his wealth the rest of my days!" Cindy starting laughing as well, and the two girls continued to joke as they went downstairs and back to work.

As they approached the stage, Jeanette stopped short. Sitting near the front by himself was a large orc. Jeanette hadn't seen one in the club before. "What is that orc doing here, Cindy?" Jeanette looked apprehensively at the orc, wondering if she'd have to service him. 

"They come in from time to time, to see if they can get lucky. Most girls won't take them...it's bad for business in the long run. Men...human men, don't want to be with a woman who's fucked one. They're dirty little pigs. We girls don't want to hang out with a girl who has been with one either. If she starts fucking them, it creates more pressure for the rest of us to. Any girl who lies with an orc in a club gets blackballed by the others. It can pay well, since they have to pay more, but only the really desperate take them up on it. Take it from me, Jeanette, stay well away from them. The Madame won't force you to take one, but she's been trying hard to encourage a girl to."

Jeanette continued on like this without being caught, even being able to hide her exhaustion from spending one out of every three nights in the brothel and getting hardly any sleep. Jeanette showed great perseverance in maintaining her duties even with her extracurricular activities, begrudgingly continuing with the wedding plans and receiving lessons on the culture of Heste and the lands controlled by the Duke of Braden.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 03



Three months after her first night in the brothel, Jeanette was summoned again to the royal apartments. Jeanette did not want to have to deal with her parents at the moment. It had been an unusually long five nights since her last visit to The Soiled Dove, and she was getting increasingly randy. Jeanette did not think she would be able to focus on the long, rambling political discourses her father tried to use to impress on her the importance of the marriage.

Jeanette was announced at her parents' door and entered their receiving chamber. Seated with King Rolf and Queen Amarice were Sir Drake and, Jeanette noted with sudden revulsion, the Duke of Braden. "Surprise my dear! Look who is here to see his fiancée!" Her mother glowed with happiness as the Duke rose to greet the princess. "Your Highness, it is my deepest pleasure to once again be in your presence." As the Duke bowed, Jeanette noticed him leering unabashedly at her chest. Somehow she didn't think just being in her presence would be the Duke's deepest pleasure. "Your Grace, what an unexpected surprise. I had no notion that you would be visiting Ruar. Is your stay going to be a long one?"

"Please please, I think you may call each other by your given names. You're to be married, after all!" Rolf smiled congenially as he rose, touching Jeanette on the shoulder to guide her towards an embrace with the Duke. Masking her revulsion, Jeanette leaned in to gently kiss the Duke of Braden on each cheek. The fat, sagging jowls were marred with pock marks, and the skin tasted oily on her lips. The Duke returned the kiss, though he added just the briefest flick of his tongue along her cheeks, sending a shiver down her spine.

"The Duke and I were just discussing recent developments in Thesta and Sandora. Orc incursions are increasing dramatically in both Kingdoms, though no one seems to know why. Tens of thousands of orcs have been spotted, and much of their eastern borders are in flames." The king looked troubled by the news. Thesta and Sandora were big trading partners with Zentara, buying much of the goods Zentara imported from the Elven Isles to the south. If the Thestans and Sandorans were fighting off a major Orcish invasion, then they wouldn't have the money to buy Elven goods and revenue in Zentara would decrease.

"Yes, it is quite worrysome...the Thestan and Sandoran militaries are stretched to the limit holding back the Orcish tide..." The Duke gave Jeanette a knowing look. Zentara could usually count on Thestan and Sandoran aid against Heste, in order to maintain the balance of power and prevent a disruption in their trade network. If they were tied down against the orcs, however, Zentara would have to face Heste on it's own, a fact that was not lost on the Duke. "Which is why our marriage is more important than ever, isn't it? If the orc tribes turn south, they might start raiding Zentaran territory. Of course, if that does happen, Heste will be happy to aid our allies to the south. I can't let my wife's kingdom be overrun by nasty orcs now can I?"

Jeanette fumed at the Duke's pretension. The princess knew what the Duke was really trying to say was that without Thestan and Sandoran help, Zentara would not be able to stop a Hestan invasion. Another wall was being built around her, trapping her into the marriage with this loathsome man. "I have no doubt that your brother's forces would be of great assistance to our own in turning back the orc hordes, Your Grace."

"Please, call me Gilbert, Jeanette, I do want us to be ever so close." The Duke of Braden grinned at her again, eyes flashing lustily. "May I say, dear Jeanette, I've always found the women of Zentara to be of exceeding beauty. I once had a Zentaran mistress with the loveliest black hair and the fairest skin I'd ever seen. She taught me things...Excuse me, I shouldn't be speaking of such before a maid, but seeing you, your own beauty outshines her completely. I suppose it's lucky that I'm to have an even more beautiful Zentaran mistress for a wife eh?" The Duke laughed, and Jeanette shifted uncomfortably. Somehow she didn't think it was entirely a joke, even if her parents laughed along it the Duke. As a servant girl approached to refill the Duke's wine glass, he reached out to give the girl a lingering stroke on the cheek that made Jeanette's skin crawl. "Even your commoners have that fair, porcelain look about them. It's enough to make a man's...hair stand on end." The Duke turned back to Jeanette with a lusty, meaningful grin.

"Excuse me Your Grace, I do believe it is time for me to continue my lessons. With Your Highness' permission of course." Jeanette turned and curtsied to her father. "Of course my dear, I know how excited you are to learn all you need to know for this marriage to be a success. You may go." 

"Thank you Your Highness...Mother. Until we meet again, Your Grace." Curtsying again, Jeanette withdrew from the room and made her way back to her room fuming. It was bad enough for the Duke to look at her in such a manner, but to importune the servants in front of her. She would not be able to stand being married to him, not with the threat of a Hestan invasion hanging over the marriage.

Jeanette was intent on making it to the brothel that night to get back at her parents and the Duke. Though truth be told, that wasn't the only reason. She wanted it. Needed it. When darkness fell, Jeanette began her familiar routine of donning the servant's dress and sneaking out of the castle. Jeanette had to be careful as she crept through the halls. The stone floors could carry her footsteps far at this time of night, and if anyone happened to be awake, he would have to be suspicious that someone was wandering the corridors so close to the royal apartments so late at night. 

A hint of shame spread through her as she passed by the gaze of the paintings of her ancestors on either side of the hall. She felt like they were alive, like they knew where she was going and what she was doing. As she approached the turn leading to the kitchen, Jeanette pressed tightly against the wall and listened. She thought she heard someone, but not the sound of footsteps. Jeanette peered around the corner, and saw nothing, so she continued her journey out of the castle.

As she made her way through the kitchen though, she heard another sound. Peering around another corner into the back of the kitchen, Jeanette saw the corpulent body of the Duke pressed up against a servant girl, whose dress had been gathered up above her waist. The Duke thrust into the poor servant girl, who stood deathly still, not daring to cry out or protest the treatment.

Jeanette was furious that the Duke would violate a servant in her own castle, but wasn't sure what she should do. If she made a scene, she would have to explain why she was creeping about the kitchen in a servant's dress in the middle of the night. Even worse, she didn't think her father would be overly concerned that the Duke wanted to have his way with a servant. Thinking there was nothing she could do; she snuck past the pair and exited the castle, making her way back to The Soiled Dove.

In the brothel, Jeanette put on one of the undergarments she had been wearing recently while working. Sliding white stockings up her legs to her upper thigh, they tied to a white garter belt around her waist to hold them in place. She then donned a white chemise, pulling it down so the garment hugged her bust and extended to just past her ass. Walking out to the stage, she began mingling with the other girls, confident that she would give the men the time of their life tonight.

Looking out towards the assembled customers, she noted that there was a particularly large crowd tonight. Most of the men seemed to be crowded onto the left side of the room however, and then she realized it was because a party of orcs had taken over the right side of the room. Jeanette had been seeing more and more of them recently, though she wasn't sure why they came. None of the girls would sleep with them, so they mostly just sat around, drank ale and watched the girls. The Madame had tried to entice her girls to spend some time with them for more money, but none had taken her up on it. Beyond the fact that they looked so hideous, the girls knew that the one who slept with an orc would never get another human to sleep with her again. She might get more money in the short term, but in the long run it wouldn't pay off.

Jeanette looked closer at the large orc sitting closest to the stage. He was a massive, brutish looking man, with a large scar running down his right cheek. Like all orcs, his skin way grey, and his body bulky and muscular. Two large tusks jutted up from his jaw, and his nose was porcine and upturned. Thick, coarse black hair cascaded off his head, and as she looked at him he turned toward her, his red eyes meeting her blue ones. "I'd fuck him before I fucked the Duke" She thought to herself. Looking down at the orc she realized she really would rather fuck him than the Duke. At least the orc was strong, muscular, and fit. Before she knew what she was doing she had stepped off the stage and approached the orc.

"Hey there...Would you like to go upstairs?" She reached out to touch the firm bicep, running her hand up along the orc's arm. The orc looked up at her in surprise, as obviously no human woman had offered herself to him before. Her heart raced as the orc looked up at her, an awkward pause as he decided how to respond. The reality of what she was doing started to set in as she had time to think about it. She was about to become an orc whore. The other men, what she had been doing, her routine would be gone. If she went through with this, she'd only be fucking orcs here from now on. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her, and the normally raucous brothel became silent. From the corner, the Madame stared at her intently, waiting to see how this played out.

The scarred orc finally broke the silence. "How much?" 

"One gold mark." A whole gold mark was four times what a man would normally pay. It was half of what a day laborer could expect for a single day's work. The orc didn't seem surprised at the high price however, and just grinned, flashing his pointed white teeth. Rising from the chair, he took Jeanette by the arm and led her to the stairs, dropping a gold mark in the Madame's hand before leading the princess to the upper floor.

Conversation exploded in the brothel as Jeanette made her way upstairs with the orc. The grip on her arm tightened, as if the orc expected her to start running. Jeanette did not even consider that, though. Her pussy was already moistening at the thought of what she was about to do. At the top of the stairs she guided the orc to the left, bringing him to her customary room.

"What will it be tonight? How may I pleasure you, sir orc?" The orc looked at her with a leering grin, his hand running from Jeanette's arm to her breast, giving it a rough squeeze. 

"For a whole gold mark I want full service, girl." The orc's voice was deep, with a hint of anxiousness and excitement at the prospect of fucking a human woman. The orc's large hand continued to squeeze and rub the princess' tit, until the nipple strained outward against the cloth of her slip. The orc's other hand moved to open his trousers, fishing out his large cock, which he rubbed against Jeanette's stocking clad thigh.

"Start by sucking it." The orc tugged down on Jeanette's breast, making her fall down to her knees. She gasped as she saw the orc's erect cock. It was much bigger than a human's, maybe a third or half again as long, and twice as thick. The grey skinned member throbbed before her, looking strange and alien, but also virile, sexy, masculine. Her hand reached up to grip the base, and as her soft fingers squeezed the flesh the orc gave a soft grunt. Jeanette's fingers traced the bulbous protrusions on the cock, following the ridges to the slanted tip.

"Like it, do you human? Better get used to it...you're not going to get anything else from now on." The orc began to laugh as he shook his hips, making the cock slap and rub against Jeanette's face. "But it won't matter, since after tonight you're not going to want anything else! Now stop staring at it slut and start sucking!"

The orc bucked his hips again, making the cock rub against the princess' lips. Jeanette opened her mouth for the cock, wrapping her lips around the slanted tip. A shiver went through her as she tasted the orc meat, eyes glancing up at the muscular body and tusked face towering above her. She began to stroke the cock, running her hand up and down over the length of it as she suckled on the tip, taking the head of it entirely in her mouth.

The orc groaned again in satisfaction as Jeanette began to suck, reaching down to run his fingers through the raven hair, petting the little human and pulling her against his cock. He fed more of his meat into Jeanette's mouth, giving her a few more inches to suck.

Jeanette's head pounded as the cock slid deeper between her lips. She was actually sucking an orc's penis! The strong pheromones surrounding his cock intoxicated her as she was forced to inhale the scent directly from his crotch. She began to bob up and down, working her lips around the bulbous cock as she jerked off the base. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room as she slurped around it, her tongue pushing up against the underside, stroking the skin there then swiped from side to side.

"Oh that's a good girl, that's a good lil' human girl..." The orc moaned a little louder as he started to buck his hips into Jeanette's mouth, pushing his cock deeper into the hot, waiting mouth. Soon his long, thick member was battering at the back of the princess' throat, making her choke and gag as she struggled to accommodate the fat shaft. "Take it...take it all slut..."

Jeanette choked and spluttered, but the spasms of her gag reflex only squeezed the slanted tip of the cock and massaged the hard meat with her wet throat. As she struggled with the orc cock, he became more insistent with her, bucking harder and faster until finally his throbbing shaft slammed past her gag reflex and made her throat swell with the bulbous intrusion. His pelvis rocked against her lips, making them swell as he pounded into her mouth again and again, making her choke for breath as the orc held her head in place.

After what seemed an eternity of throat fucking, he finally pulled his cock free. Jeanette gasped and wheezed for breath as she struggled to recover from the deep throat. "Kneel up straight bitch, you're not done yet, not by a long shot!" The orc pulled up on Jeanette's hair, forcing her higher up on her knees. He grasped the base of his cock and began rubbing the tip against her swollen lips. "Suck it again, just the head this time, and work those fat tits around the shaft."

Jeanette followed the orc's commands and slipped the shoulder straps her dress off, freeing her pale breasts. She then lifted her tits up to meet his cock. Wrapping it up in her cleavage, she began to jerk him with her tits as she started suckling the tip once more. The princess' heart raced as she panted around the meat, still trying to catch her breath. Jeanette looked up at the orc again, following the line of the scar from his face, then up to his eyes, meeting them again as she rolled her face into the tip of the member.

The princess quivered as her fingers pressed into her hard nipples, squeezing the sensitive nubs as she worked them up and down, stroking the cock with her soft tit flesh while she lapped and licked at the head. "Oh that's good whore...you're an excellent cock sucker...I can tell you've done this before, but probably never one so big eh? You like it though don't you slut? You like sucking massive orc cock?"

Jeanette moaned in response, and it wasn't just the moan of a trained harlot, looking to please her client. Jeanette did love it. Her pussy flowed with her juices, soaking her labia as she savored the thick, heady taste of the orc's penis. She hoped he wouldn't cum in her mouth, hoped he'd still throw her on the bed and give her the fucking she needed. She nodded her head for emphasis, rubbing the cock with her lips and tongue as she did so. Her eyes blazed with lust as she looked deep into his red eyes. Her desire was evident, and the enthusiasm with which she sucked his cock was too intense to be faked.

Jeanette pulled the grey orc shaft from her lips, and then began feathering kisses and licks down each side. She traced the curve of the bulbous mounds as her heavy breaths washed against the flesh. "Oh yes...I love the taste of it...I've never had anything like it before. All those weak, small, human dicks can't compare...please sir, please fuck me with this monster! Please teach me to worship your huge orc dick!"

She may have been laying it on a little thick there, but she did want him to fuck her now, before he spilled his load. She didn't know if orcs typically went for more than one round, but she didn't want to take any chances.

The orc's guttural voice growled at her as he gripped her by her biceps and lifted her up off the ground, bringing Jeanette to her feet. "Is that what you want? Is that what you really want?" The scarred orc yanked down sharply on Jeanette's slip, pulling the garment off the princess. She now stood naked before the orc, except for the garter belt and her stockings. 

"Ah...yes...that's what I want...I want to feel that thick cock inside me!" Jeanette continued to bed the orc, moving her hips to press and rub her moist nether lips against the throbbing orc meat standing before her. The orc slapped his hand between Jeanette's legs, and ran it up along her inner thigh. Grazing her wet pussy lips with his knuckles, he brought the hand up to his porcine snout and took a whiff of her scent.

"Little slut...you're wetter than a spring rain and hotter than a sow in heat! You don't want to fuck me till I cum...you want to fuck me till you cum!" The grin on his face betrayed the derision in his tone. The orc sat down on the edge of the small bed and pulled Jeanette down after him. "You're the whore! You service the customer, not the other way around!" The orc lay Jeanette across his lap, and quickly delivered a swift smack to her backside. "Count them off!"

"Nnng! One!" Jeanette cried out as the hand collided with her backside, leaving a red welt on her fair skin. The orc then smacked her again, on her other ass cheek this time. The blows came on after the other, never giving her time to react or adjust as the orc painted her pert backside a uniform shade of red.

"...Five...Six! Ah! Seven!" Jeanette shuddered as the hand set her butt aflame, making it sting and swell with every relentless blow. The pain in her ass became a throbbing heat, which spread through her loins and further fueled the lust coursing through her body.

"Get it yet? Your job is to service me, not your cunt!" The orc growled with perverse delight as he rained blows down on Jeanette's ass. "Say it!" The orc's massive, grey erection pressed firmly into Jeanette's belly as she squirmed atop the orc's lap. Her smooth, soft skin rubbed the meat as she writhed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body, already sensitive from her arousal reached new heights of excitement as the impact on her bottom resonated through her body, making her press tighter into the orc's muscular frame.

"...Eleven...twelve...t-thirteen! Yes! My job is to service you! Not my cunt! Please! Use me for your pleasure! Use me however you want!" Jeanette hadn't been spanked since she was a child, but there was nothing childish about what she was feeling. The idea of having a barbaric, monstrous orc in a position of power over her merged with her fantasy of pretending to be a whore. The two experiences became a merged sexual fantasy, inextricably linked together. 




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 03



The spanking slowly came to a halt, and the orc's hand stayed on her backside, squeezing and massaging the sore flesh. The large hand nearly covered her backside as he groped Jeanette's rear, his other hand moving to massage a breast.

Jeanette purred from the orc's ministrations as she steadied herself from the assault. After just bare moments though, the orc's rough hands were on her waist, lifting the princess up in the air and turning her to face him. The orc held Jeanette suspended over his cock, her large breasts level with his face. "Spread your legs, and guide me into you, slut." The orc extended his long, purple tongue, licking up the princess' tits, his hard tusks scraping along the curve of her breasts as he pressed his face to her chest.

Jeanette reached beneath her to take a firm grip on the bulbous orc cock, cooing as she squeezed it in her hand. She guided the thick meat to her labia, using one hand to hold it against her pussy as the other spread her nether lips apart for him. Her pussy quivered at the thought of the ridged cock sliding and rubbing inside her. Jeanette's mouth hung open as she held her breath in anticipation for the insertion. 

"Here it comes..." The orc thrust his hips upward; pushing his slanted cockhead into Jeanette's waiting pussy. Jeanette moaned as she felt it slide inside her, spreading her inner walls as the cock forced its way deep inside her. She felt fuller than she ever had before, and if it were not for the flowing juices lubing the way for his cock she probably would not have been able to take it. The princess thrust her hips forward to meet the cock, bumping into it to guide as much of the meat inside her as possible.

The orc lowered her onto his cock, pulling her down onto the shaft. Jeanette's pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, squeezing it firmly inside of her. Months of working in a brothel hadn't loosened it to the point of being able to take an orc cock without effort. The orc pulled Jeanette all the way down, until the tip of his cock hit her cervix.

Jeanette rolled her hips around the cock, stirring it inside of her as she looked up into the orc's face. Jeanette leaned forward, pressing her lips to the orc's chest, licking the contours of his muscles as she rocked her hips into his crotch. "Mmm...oh yes...I hope my pussy is nice and tight for you...use my tight human pussy for your big orc cock..." A shudder went through Jeanette as she felt the bulbous mounds of the orc's shaft rub against her sensitive inner walls. Her pussy clung to each one, hugging each inch of the shaft as it plugged her up.

The orc lifted Jeanette up, and then pulled her down again. He began to hammer her on top of his cock, his strong muscles rippling as he moved her body. He began to rock his hips, grinding it into Jeanette as his thick, heavy balls slapped at her labia. The slanted tip of his cock rammed into her cervix again and again, the force of the impact helping to propel Jeanette upward before he yanked her back down again.

Jeanette's moans resounded in the small room. Tilting her head back, her hair dangled behind her while her tits bounced and swayed freely with each thrust and pull. Jeanette's toes curled in her stockings as she bent her legs back, tensing up as she squeezed her pussy around the thick cock stuffing her insides. She bit down on her lower lip, her hands reaching out to grip the orc's powerful shoulders, squeezing him firmly to brace herself as she pounded back against him.

The orc began to pant raggedly as he fucked Jeanette, hands gripping her harder and tighter as the excitement overtook him. His dick swelled inside the princess, throbbing against her inner walls as the pressure built inside him. "Aaaah!" The orc used all his will power to hold back his climax, and then paused in his movements to keep from spilling over the edge of orgasm. Holding her in place on his dick, he spun Jeanette around, twisting her pussy around his cock as he turned her to face away from him.

Jeanette shrieked as she felt herself being spun on the orc's shaft. Waves of pleasure washed through her as she readjusted after being spun. The motion and her new position left her pussy wrapped even tighter around the orc's cock than it was before. Once she was in place, Jeanette lifted her knees, planting her feet onto the bed to support herself on his cock. Jeanette pushed herself up and down, bouncing on top of the cock, riding the grey dick eagerly.

The scarred orc grunted louder, the ecstasy building inside him become harder and harder to contain. His hands wrapped around Jeanette's slender waist, one gripping a tit and the other sliding between her legs. He squeezed the breast firmly, then began pinching and plucking at her nipple, teasing and torturing it. His other hand searched out Jeanette's clit, rubbing it furiously as he worked his dick inside her.

The attention to her clit proved too much for Jeanette, and she began to spasm and convulse as her orgasm erupted inside her. Her body bucked atop his cock as she cavorted wildly on his lap. As she wallowed in the haze of pleasure enveloping her body, a sudden sharp pain exploded from between her legs. Her clit screamed as the orc's finger pinched the nub as he laughed gutturally in her ear. Jeanette's pussy quivered, squeezing the cock inside her firmly as the climax made her whole body tense. The pressure on her clit, painful though it was, triggered more aftershocks through her, sending micro-orgasms rippling through her body as the little nub throbbed against the fingers trapping it.

Jeanette's pussy squeezed and released the cock over and over. The tight grip of her pussy massaged the thick orc shaft inside her. She her movement stopped while she savored the climax, the orc began to thrust into her again. His ramming became a blur while he stuck her over and over, each brush of his bulbous cock against her inner walls making her shudder in delight. The orc cried out in delight, the noise reverberating throughout the room as he began to climax. Hot, thick seed exploded from his cock, splattering against her cervix and flooding her pussy as he shot rope after rope into the princess. 

The orc's purple tongue lapped wetly up Jeanette's neck and ear, before biting into her neck as he rode out the rest of his climax. The dick continued to spasm, spurting the last of his cum into Jeanette. The orc continued to thrust a few moments longer, taking every opportunity to use Jeanette's pussy to milk his cock of all the pent up cum.

The rush of hot cum into her belly made Jeanette climax again with another shrill whine of delight. Her body twitched and her nerves tingled in the aftermath of the pleasure. Each movement made her shudder as her hypersensitive body magnified every little stimulation. Jeanette's body gleamed in the candlelight, coated in a thin sheen of sweat from the heat and the exertion of fucking the muscular orc. She collapsed back against him, exhaling sharply as she melted on his dick, which remained hard inside her. 

The orc fell back onto the bed, pulling Jeanette with him then rolled onto his side, keeping her impaled on his cock. They both panted for breath as they recovered from the powerful orgasm. Jeanette shivered as the thick cock continued to twitch inside her. The hot cum clung to her cervix and the walls of her pussy, and she was certain she could feel the little sperm swimming inside her. 

"Shit! You came inside me! Why did you cum inside me?" Jeanette made a start, trying to shimmy away from the large orc. The orc just gripped her tighter, holding her in place with her warm ass pressed snugly against his body.

"Don't worry about it slut, orc's can't get humans pregnant, didn't you know that?" The orc chuckled at her dismissively, resting his porcine snout on the back of Jeanette's head, inhaling her scent. "So you got nothing to worry about, do you?"

"Really? I never heard that orcs can't get humans pregnant...are you sure about that?" Jeanette wasn't sure whether to believe the orc, though after the powerful fucking it as hard to think straight enough to doubt him.

"Sure I am...I've fucked enough of you haven't I? Besides, you ever see a half-orc walking around?" The orc smirked at Jeanette as he continued to cuddle her close, keeping his cock plugging her pussy and trapping all the thick semen inside her.

"I suppose I haven't ever seen one..." Jeanette trailed off as she tried to think if she had ever heard of a half-orc before. "Nor ever heard of one, really."

"See? It's one of the reasons we like fucking human women so much. No consequences to worry about...that and the tight pussy. Mostly it's the tight pussy." The scarred orc laughed again as his hand drifted to cover one of Jeanette's tits.

"Is that what brings you here? The tight pussy? I've seen a lot of your orcs in the city lately..." Jeanette giggled softly as she rubbed her ass into the orc's crotch, making the fat dick shake inside her pussy.

"Nah, we're here looking for trade. We've gotten lots of loot from fighting those human kingdoms up north of here and we're looking for traders to sell it to. That and spend our loot on ale and pussy, when we can find it!" The orc began to laugh again. 

Jeanette froze, for momentarily thinking about the havoc the orcs were wreaking on Thesta and Sandora. Humans were being butchered and raped, towns being burned and pillaged by orcs like the one she just fucked. A twinge of guilt squeezed her heart as the thought about how Zentara was getting rich of their suffering, and Jeanette was sleeping with the enemy.

Her guilt only lasted a moment, however, when she thought of how Thesta, Sandora, and Heste were always fighting against each other. Now it was just one more party in the fray, she told herself. If it weren't the orcs doing the pillaging it would be one of the other armies so why shouldn't Zentara profit as it always did; and why shouldn't Jeanette enjoy herself?

"Speaking of loot, I hope you realize that not all of my people can afford to pay you one gold mark for each fuck." The orc continued, not noticing that Jeanette was lost in thought.

"Hmm?" Jeanette woke from her reverie, turning her head slightly to look back at him.

"We can't all afford to pay one gold mark for you, slut. Besides, now that you're an orc whore, the humans won't touch you so you have no choice but to be with us." The scarred orc continued to chuckle. "So I figure we'll pay you a half-mark from now on. That sound good?"

"Oh...yes...that's fine I suppose...as long as the Madame agrees." Jeanette flinched slightly, reflecting on how her 'value' had just been halved. 

"That's a good girl...now you ready to take the rest of them tonight or do you still need some time to adjust to our massive orc meat?" The orc snickered again, giving Jeanette a little jolt by moving his hips.

"Ah! I...I think I can begin seeing the rest of your friends tonight...send them up whenever they are ready."

The scarred orc laughed, and left the little room, leaving the princess alone to bask in the afterglow of her orc induced climax. It wasn't long until the next orc came, and then the next, all night long. By the end of it, Jeanette's pussy was well stretched out, to the point she doubted she'd be able to please a human customer even if one deigned to ask for her. Her first time with the orcs wasn't much different than her first night in the brothel, really. They fucked her in all the same ways, except with bigger cocks. It was also more primal, and the thought that it was with the bestial men made it seem even dirtier. The degradation of having to service the savage orcs in a brothel made it all the hotter for her. 

When the Madame entered before sunrise the next morning, Jeanette was seriously considering passing out in the bed, in spite of the risk. The Madame studied the naked, well fucked Jeanette a moment with an amused smirk. "I've been looking for a girl willing to take on the orcs for a while now dear, but I didn't think it'd be you who stood up to do it. You had so many menfolk after you already I figured I'd have to get some desperate new girl to be the first. But either way dear, you're my new orc girl as I think you understand. I think you'll do just fine...there will be more than a steady stream of them now that they know there's a girl here willing to take them. And they do pay more, so you're take will increase too. Why just tonight you made two gold marks, and I'm sure it will only increase from here, once you get used to pleasing them real quick like."

The Madame swept towards Jeanette, tossing her a small pouch with the night's earnings. Jeanette could only look on, dazed from the torrent of orgasms that tore through her over the course of the night. "Now sit up dear, it's time for you to go." The Madame pulled out the flask with the contraceptive tea, but Jeanette held up her hand to keep it at bay. "At least one good thing about servicing the orcs is I don't have to drink that foul stuff anymore...orcs can't get human women with child."

The Madame raised her eyebrows inquiringly. "They can't? I didn't know that...are you sure you don't want it just to be sure?" Jeanette shook her head. "I can barely tolerate it when I know I need it...so I will pass on it when I know I don't." Jeanette hauled herself up out of the bed and dressed back in her serving girl's dress. "I shall be back in a few days, when I can make it. You'll just have to tell the orcs they can be patient until then. Don't let them think they've scared me off.

Jeanette and the Madame laughed, and the princess soon left to make her way back to the castle. Having indulged herself with the orcs satisfied Jeanette, and she wore a triumphant smirk whenever dealing with the Duke of Braden over the next few days. Even still, it was not enough for her, and she yearned to get back to the brothel and resume her game. For it was just a game for her: Jeanette didn't really think it was a profession she would want to work. Being able to indulge in her fantasy while being able to return to her life as the princess was what she wanted. Jeanette didn't harbor any illusions that she could, or should, give up her life to take up that of a prostitute.

When Jeanette returned to The Soiled Dove a few days later, she immediately sensed the change in the atmosphere. She was used to a wave of sound hitting her when she entered the brothel. Today, she was met with a wall of silence. Jeanette could feel every eye in the room on her as she made her way toward the stage. When the crowd of orcs clustered around the table to the right of the stage realized that she was there, Jeanette was finally met with the raucous cheer she was used to. 

Jeanette slipped off her dress and hung it in a corner, then stepped up on stage beside Cindy, giving her friend a hopeful smile. Cindy turned away from the princess. "Get lost, pig fucker."

Jeanette winced, turning away, her voice getting caught in her throat. Cindy's rejection hurt. The older, more experienced girl introduced her to this world, and was her sister and friend in the brothel. Now she was abandoned. Jeanette knew that it might happen, she expected it, actually. She had been warned what would happen if she serviced an orc. It still hurt though, all the same.

Jeanette decided to ignore Cindy and the other girls, and focus her attention on the orcs. The princess gave them a winning smile, and began strutting on the stage before them, flashing thigh and pushing her breasts out toward them. There were about fourteen orcs crowded around the table, twice the amount that she handled before. It was hard to tell if any of the orcs were the same from a few days ago, though Jeanette imagined they were. She did recognize the big, scarred orc who seemed to be the leader of the band.

Smiling at the orcs, she called out to them, "Hey boys...there seem to be quite a bit more of you tonight. I take it you were pleased with the service you received last time?" The orcs cheered again in response to the question. "That's what I like to hear...but I'm afraid that if you don't move a little quicker tonight I won't be able to get to you all." This time the orcs booed, and she gave them a wry smirk. Jeanette looked over her shoulder at the other girls, who were shooting daggers at her with their eyes. Turning back to the table of orcs, she grinned wide again. "What about this though? I take you two at a time, and then there should be enough time for all of you to have your fun. What do you think of that?" The orcs laughed and began pounding on the table.

The scarred orc stood up. "I don't share, so you'll have to take three of them at once, and I don't care which three it is." The orcs quieted down, scowling at each other as they started thinking of which of them would have to triple up. Meanwhile, the scarred orc walked forward, scooping Jeanette up and tossing her over his shoulder. He then walked to the stairs, giving the Madame the payment and brought Jeanette up to the room.

The scarred orc was quicker this time, fucking her hard and shooting another load into her pussy. Either out of need, or deference to the large queue behind him, he abstained from fucking her mouth and tits again, and after busting his nut, he returned downstairs to let the rest of the orcs begin to run through her. The first pair took her mouth and ass, filling her bottom up with a load of cum to match the one in her pussy and shooting the other into her belly. The second pair took her pussy and mouth, again filling her stomach and injecting another load into her pussy. The princess' snatch become soaked with orc cum, gushing out from between her legs each time an orc thrust inside. As her pussy became flooded with cum, the orcs switched to her ass, until that became too full of orc seed and they switched back to her pussy. The orcs continued to empty their balls into her stomach as well, until it began to swell and curve from the influx of their seed. 

Finally the last three orcs entered the room. Their broad shoulders and muscular frames made it difficult for them all to fit inside the alcove. They laughed as they saw her dripping with cum and her stomach stuffed with the seed. "You look like yer having a good night, girl. Ready for the big finish?"

Jeanette purred and sat up from the bed, giving them a big smile. Before she could say anything one of them picked her up and brought her to the floor. Lying on his back, he pulled her on top of him and began rubbing his cock against her gaping, dripping cunt. The second orc came up behind her, then knelt down and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks. Finally, the third orc stood before the princess and rubbed his cockhead against her lips. Jeanette shivered as the orcs teased her. Her head spun from the musky scent filling the room. Before tonight she had never had two men at the same time before, let alone two orcs. Now she was taking three. Even after having serviced eleven orcs already, she was still eager to take three more. Jeanette's eyes bulged as all three orcs moved as one, spearing her ass and pussy and thrusting into her mouth. The feeling of the two thick orc cocks, covered in the bulbous mounds rubbing against each other through the thin membrane between her ass and pussy triggered an immediate climax. She began bouncing on her calves, riding both shafts as the orcs began to thrust. Her mouth closed tightly around the grey orc cock in her mouth, sucking it eagerly as she rolls her lips down the length until the slanted tip hit the back of her throat.

Her body clenched and cavorted as she rode the three cocks. Cum splattered out of her ass and pussy with each thrust. The orc beneath her reached up, his large rough hands grabbing both tits to squeeze and massage her flesh. The orc fucking her mouth grabbed two fistfuls of hair, using her silky raven locks as handles to pull her back and forth on his thick meat. Jeanette's lips rode along the crest of the mounds that dotted the surface of the monstrous dick. The orc fucking her rear gripped her waist, and then began to spank her backside, punishing her flesh still sore and bruised from the spanking she received a few days before.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 03



Each smack on her backside made her jump a little higher on the cocks as she bounced. The rapid movement made the cum in her belly slosh and churn, splashing about in her stomach. The tight grip on her tits made them stretched and pull away from her as she rose up, mixing with the pain in her bottom from the spanking. Her back arched and her neck ached as her face was yanked back and forth to make her hot wet mouth slide along the fat orc dick. Her throat began to ache as the cock slammed through her gag reflex as she was pulled all the way to the orc's cock. Her nose buried in the thick patch of the orc's pubic hair, overwhelming her with the scent of the orc's crotch. She winced in pain as the other cock slammed into her cervix, battering at the upper wall of her pussy while her bowels were invaded and stretched by the last orc's dick.

Jeanette came again and again from the rough treatment. Before the orcs climaxed though, they pulled out of her slutty holes and switched positions. The cock in her mouth moved to her pussy, the one from her pussy slammed into her ass, and the cock from her ass slid into her mouth. The princess grimaced in disgust at first as the tangy mix coating the orc cock soaked into her tongue. As she licked up and down along the length of the cock and stroked it with her lips she could taste the semen from the previous orcs, as well as her own ass. The realization, and the disgust, triggered another climax. Jeanette's pussy pulsed with delight as the constant fucking didn't give her a moment to rest or recover from the torrent of orgasms.

Her hands reached up, one cupping an orc's heavy balls, massaging the testes as she suckled on his cock. The thick testicles were larger than a man's by far. The other gripped his hip, her fingers sinking into the muscular flesh. This allowed Jeanette to pull herself into the cock as the orc yanked her forward. Her sore throat bulged lewdly, her gag reflex totally defeated, which allowed the slanted cock to slide in and out of her throat with ease. 

The orc beneath her began nibbling and sucking on her tits, gnawing roughly to cover them in love bites. Two long red welts from his tusks formed on each breast as he grinded his face into the soft flesh of her tits. The third orc, the one fucking her ass, grabbed her hair from behind, pulling it sharply, before allowing the first orc to yank it back. The two played with her head back and forth, making her neck ache and her scalp burn as they each tugged her silken locks in turn. 

"Oh fuck...I've never seen a human woman take three cocks before. Not even after a raid. This is fucking amazing...I don't think the others are gonna believe it!"

"Hah! The others are gonna wanna try it for themselves tomorrow night!"

"Tomorrow night we get first crack! I'm tired of how sloppy this cunt it!"

The orcs taunts and plans felt like a vice around Jeanette's heart. She felt humiliated and degraded by the words, even though she willingly put herself in this position. Despite it, or perhaps because of it, she got even more turned on, and her squeals of ecstasy filled the small room as a fresh round or orgasms erupted.

"Time to switch again, I wanna see if her ass is any better than her soggy cunt."

"Not really, a little bit tighter though." The orc in Jeanette's mouth yanked his cock free. "Damn, the little slut licked it right clean! Almost seems a shame to slam it back in her filthy little twat. Almost! Hah!" The orc knelt down, and as the second orc pulled his cock from Jeanette's pussy, took his place. The three rotated, and soon all of their cocks were back in the human princess.

Jeanette knew they had to be close to cumming, and used the last of her own strength to give them the best service she could. She began sucking harder as she bucked her hips forward and back, stirring the monstrous cocks inside her hard as she rocked and rolled atop the thick, hard shafts. It wasn't much longer at all until they began to cum, spilling down into her stomach, and into her bowels and pussy again as the last three orcs of the night climaxed.

Jeanette passed out as they gave their last thrusts, and collapsed onto the floor as the three orcs pulled out of her and stood up. Semen leaking from her pussy and ass pooled into a puddle for her to wallow in. She awoke some time later to the Madame lightly tapping her cheek. As she looked up groggily, she could see Cindy peeing in through the doorway, a look of disgust on her face. The Madame had her dress pulled up above her calves to keep it from dipping into the pool of orc cum on the floor.

"I must say, I never had to deal with these kinds of messes before you started working here, dear..." She smirked softly as she looked down on the exhausted Jeanette. "It's almost enough to want to hire on a maid. Here, I brought your dress, it's time for you to get going isn't?" J

Jeanette rose and put on the dress, the cum quickly soaking through the fabric and staining the cotton. She then turned and got her money from the Madame and left The Soiled Dove, walking bow legged through the city back to the castle.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 04



"Susannah, guess what? There are orcs in the city! A trade delegation or something...they must have travelled through Shropshire all the way to Ruar! Maybe you'll get a chance to see one after all!" Jeanette smiled at her friend as Susannah lit up with excitement. 

"Do you really think so? That would be so interesting...have you met any yet? How did you find out? Did you see one?" Susannah placed her hand on Jeanette's arm, gripping it in her excitement as the two ladies took a seat in Jeanette's chambers.

"Uh, no I haven't met any...but I heard the information from the Chancellor...just to keep me informed since I will be serving as Mistress of the castle while the King and Queen are touring the countryside."

"Oh my, Jeanette! You'll be in charge of the whole castle? How exciting! How long will your parents be gone for?"

"They are supposed to be gone for three months...that is how long it will take them to visit all the dukedoms of the realm, with a stopover in Heste to see the Duke of Braden." Jeanette's face hardened slightly as she thought about the Duke.

"That will be a good run for you then won't it? You will get practice running the castle to prepare you for when you're Queen?"

"Yes, no doubt it will be Susannah." Jeanette smiled at her friend, but she was really thinking about the opportunities being afforded to her with the absence of her parents. Without the King and Queen in the castle, there would be less oversight of what she did on a day to day basis, giving her more time to spend at The Soiled Dove. Even with the increased responsibilities that running the Castle would give her she would still have the ability to visit the brothel a few extra nights a week.

"Additionally, Your Highness, you'll be able to set a new dress code...perhaps something more in line with today's fashions?" Susannah smirked playfully and Jeanette began to laugh. "I suppose it will be nice to stop having to worry about whether my dress is going to scandalize the King and Queen...But it is only going to be for a few months. It seems hardly worth the effort to get a new wardrobe for so short a time."

"Oh that's not true at all! Just think of it as a charity...you'll be providing work to countless seamstresses and dressmakers. That's a worthy and noble act for a princess, don't you think?"

"I couldn't agree more, Your Highness." Sir Drake entered the room, joining the conversation. Jeanette, perturbed at the Chancellor's effrontery of entering her chambers unannounced glared at him. "What are you doing here, Sir Drake? I was unaware that we had an appointment scheduled today."

"I was hoping to make one with you, Your Highness. With the King and Queen going away, I thought it might be beneficial for you to attend more council meetings, and see how the kingdom is run. After all, you will be Queen some day. Lessons are all well and good, but a more hands on approach, giving you more real world experience..." Sir Drake trailed off as he looked down at Jeanette, his eyes drifting to the neckline of the dress. He leered at the exposed cleavage and tried to get a fuller look at the princess' breasts. "Of course, perhaps I overstep myself. With your upcoming marriage to the Duke of Braden, you might intend to let him run the Kingdom on your behalf?"

"I will be the Queen, Sir Drake, and I shall both rule and run the Kingdome when I ascend to the throne. Draw up a schedule of meetings and so forth and submit it to my secretary. I will let you know which meetings I shall attend."

"Of course, your Highness." Sir Drake bowed low, bringing his face closer to Jeanette's chest. "I look forward to working closely with you, in the coming months. Good day Your Highness, Lady Susannah." Sir Drake left and Susannah looked over to Jeanette. "How exciting! You'll be having a more active role in running the actual Kingdom, not just the castle. I'm sure you'll do magnificently."

"Thank you for your confidence, Susannah. You're right too, about the dresses. We certainly have the money for it, so why not reinvest some of it back into the city?" Jeanette grinned at her friend. "And get some nice looking things at the same time?" 

"Oh, good for you, Your Highness! I wonder how many new dresses my father will allow me to get. We should go today to get measured and start ordering the fabric."

"Oh don't you worry, dear Susannah...I'll make sure you're adequately dressed for the court. I can't have my best friend wearing last season's fashions can I? It would reflect poorly on the princess." Jeanette laughed along with Susannah, and the two began talking of what kinds of dresses they should wear.

A few days later, despite her discomfort, Jeanette took Sir Drake's advice and decided to begin taking lessons from him. Sir Drake's office in the castle was spacious, though the surfaces of the furniture were covered with documents, giving it a cluttered feel. Jeanette wished she had time to change out of her dress before the appointment into something a little more conservative. Sir Drake gave her enough lingering looks as is without compounding it by wearing a low-cut neckline. Still, if Sir Drake was distracted by her bust, it might make him easier to deal with and give her an upper hand in their interactions.

Sir Drake rose from his desk to greet her as she entered the office. "Welcome, Your Highness, I'm so pleased to see you here today. It's an honor for me to be able to give you these lessons. Please excuse the mess, but I'm quite busy running the affairs of the Kingdom. But if you'll join me over here, I have some important documents to acquaint you with." Sir Drake guided Jeanette to a long table that had been pushed against a wall. The documents on the table were more organized than the rest of the room, though they were still piled somewhat haphazardly. As Sir Drake pulled out a bench for them to sit on, Jeanette realized they were meant to share it, meaning she would have to sit in very close quarters with the Chancellor. Somehow, Jeanette doubted that was a coincidence.

They both set down on the bench, forced to press shoulder to shoulder in order to fit properly. As Sir Drake reached passed Jeanette to fetch a document, his arm couldn't help but brush against her breast, much to her annoyance. After setting the sheet of paper in front of the princess, Sir Drake began. "As you know, Zentara is the wealthiest nation in the region. Our position bordering Heste, Thesta, Sandora, the Elven Isles, and the Angrian March means that all trade comes through here, particularly in the major trading centers of Ruar and Shropshire. The customs on the imports and exports from these nations creates the bulk of the revenue on the Zentaran treasury. These customs amount to approximately three hundred thousand gold marks a year. Additionally, of course, are the estates owned directly by the crown, which annually produces approximately twenty thousand gold marks."

Jeanette pored over the documents, looking over the sums acquired from taxing the various imports. The largest sum came from customs on imports and exports from the Elven Isles, followed by those to and from Heste. "If you'll look at that document there..." Sir Drake pointed to a document on the far end of the table, forcing Jeanette to lean forward to reach it and allowing Sir Drake to look down the front of her dress, admiring the princess' tits. "...you'll see some of the supporting documentation for those numbers. Zentara is lightly populated in comparison to our neighbors, with approximately one million inhabitants. Heste, Thesta, and Sandora each have around two million inhabitants. That is why they are able to field much larger armies than we are. However, because the Lyskean Mountains prevent the east transport of goods from Heste into Thesta, they are forced to send their traders through the Gades Pass into Zentara. This allows us to control the trade going into and out of Heste. Similarly, the Elven Isles directly to the south have no ports to sail into except for Ruar, allowing us to control the imports and exports there. The control of both those trading partners allows us to be the economically dominant force in the region."

"It is also why King Connor wants to control Zentara through his brother. He is probably tired of Zentaran customs on imports and exports bleeding the merchants of his country dry." Jeanette blushed as Sir Drake continued to press and rub against her, but so casually that she didn't have cause to speak about it.

"Yes, but your marriage to his brother will solve that problem, and then everyone gets what he wants." Sir Drake gave Jeanette an oily smile.

"Except me..." Jeanette let that hang there a moment. "I, and Zentara, will lose out on the extra income from the customs on Hestan imports and exports, if the rate is lowered after the marriage."

"As you can see, with the income from the Elven Isles and trade with Thesta, Sandora, and the orc tribes of the Angrian March, Zentara will have more than enough income to continue running, and remain the wealthiest country in the region." Sir Drake gestured at the figures on the parchment before them to make his point.

"I suppose, though I still do not like it. I don't see what Zentara is getting out of this wedding." Jeanette slid down the bench as far as she could to get away from Sir Drake.

"Zentara gets the security of having the military might of Heste behind it. Further, your children will have Braden as part of their demense lands, even if the King of Heste will collect taxes on the rents and revenues it provides." Not one to give up that easily, Sir Drake pursued Jeanette down the bench, finally causing her to stand.

"I think that is enough for today, Sir Drake. Thank you for the lessons on the incomes of Zentara. I'm sure it will provide a good foundation for the future lessons."

Sir Drake rose as well. "Of course, Your Highness. And if I may...I spoke with the Duke of Braden during the original negotiations for the marriage..." Sir Drake grinned toothily at the princess. "He intimated to me that he would prefer that you come to the wedding...well prepared for the marriage bed."

Jeanette rolled her eyes at that. If only they both knew how well prepared she was for it. "And so?"

"The Duke of Braden implied that he wouldn't mind if our...lessons...included preparations for the event." Sir Drake giggled softly, his eyes drifting down Jeanette's figure.

Jeanette scoffed in disgust. "You overstep yourself, Sir! How dare you be so forward!"

"I am merely trying to honor the wishes of your future husband...and the future King of Zentara. I am a humble servant of the Crown, always. When sovereigns change, the rules that govern Court change with them." Sir Drake let that ominous statement hang.

Jeanette turned red with anger and spun around, marching out of the room.

In the following months, Jeanette was able to increase her nights at the brothel from two or three times a week to three or four times a week. Even with her additional duties, she still managed to attend the council meetings, receive petitioners, and manage the castle staff without incident. Her meetings with Sir Drake were effective at teaching her more about the Kingdom, even if his looks and words continued to make her uncomfortable. The more daring dresses the women began to wear at court did not help, but Jeanette admitted she had no one to blame for that but herself.

The scarred orc continued to be at The Soiled Dove every night she was, and was always the first orc of the night to have her. Even though he was the most constant orc, he never told Jeanette his name, leaving him something of a mystery. It was harder to recognize and differentiate the others, but she didn't think it was always the same group or orcs. Their numbers changed constantly, growing or shrinking for reasons she didn't entirely know. Much like her former human customers, the orcs sometimes gave her gifts. But while the human men would give her trinkets, faux jewelry, a few coins, maybe a pair of stockings, the orcs' gifts were more exotic. One gave her a necklace of obsidian teeth, which he said came from a dragon from across the hinterlands. Another gave her a horn, which he said came from a minotaur. They also gave her coins, though even these seemed to come primarily from Thesta and Sandora instead of the Zentaran gold marks the humans gave her. Jeanette added the treasures to a chest she kept hidden in her room, trophies from her wicked nights.

They also brought these exotic goods into the city to trade in the market place. Two months after the King and Queen left for the tour of the Kingdom, Jeanette and Susannah were shopping in Ruar. The two women were looking at fabrics for new dresses to wear to the ball being thrown to celebrate the return of the King and Queen in a month's time. They strolled through the market, talking and laughing, until suddenly Susannah gripped Jeanette's arm tightly and stopped. "Your Highness, look! It's an orc!"

Jeanette's heart stopped and a chill ran up her spine. "Come Your Highness, let's go see what he's selling!" Susannah pulled the princess towards the stall as Jeanette tried to come up with an excuse why they shouldn't. Jeanette was shivering, hoping she wouldn't recognize the orc, but more importantly, hoping the orc wouldn't recognize her.

One of the footmen accompanying the ladies approached the orc's stall. "The Princess, Jeanette Grennally, and Lady Susannah Welton." The orc look surprised to have the princess call on his stall, but quickly recovered and bowed low. "Your Highness, welcome to my humble stall. I have been sent here from the Go'Tink tribe to sell wares from across the Angrian March. Perhaps I can show you some jade beads?" The orc held up a necklace of jade, displaying it to the princess. "Or some fine porcelain?" The orc then gestured to an array of porcelain pots and plates.

Jeanette stared intently at the orc, and was sure she didn't recognize him. Moreover, the orc didn't seem to recognize her, or at least, she didn't think he did. Perhaps he was good at masking his expressions. What if he knew? What if he was able to make the connection between the princess and the whore at The Soiled Dove? At least he wasn't the scarred orc; he'd have recognized her for sure.

Susannah also stared at the orc, though in fascination. "We're actually looking for fabrics for a dress, sir orc." Susannah smiled timidly at the imposing merchant. "Ah, then I have just the thing for you My Lady, rich silk, very fine, even better than Elven silk I should say..." The orc pulled out a roll of white silk and held it out to the ladies. "Feel how soft it is, how fine the material...it would make a lovely gown for you."

Susannah stroked her fingertips along the fabric. "It's so soft Your Highness! Come, feel it..." Jeanette reached out to caress it as well, marveling at how soft the material was. "It's very fine...but look..." Jeanette lifted the fabric up above her head, allowing the sunlight to hit it. "Look how sheer it is; it's nearly transparent in the sunlight. If you wore this you might expose yourself to half the court!"

Susannah blushed as she looked up and through the fabric. "Oh dear, I hadn't considered that..."

"Such are the fashions beyond the March Your Highness. And look, if you double the fabric back like so..." The orc folded the silk against itself. "...then it does not allow others to look where you don't want them."

Susannah grinned impishly and looked at the princess. "Besides Your Highness, perhaps you could buy it and have wear it as your bedclothes for your wedding...the Duke of Braden might expire at the sight of you in it before you have to touch the man!"

Jeanette chuckled along with Susannah, but her mind began to turn with the possibilities of using the fabric for a naughty outfit, or a costume for The Soiled Dove. But that would be too dangerous...wearing such fine, expensive material there, especially one that had been sold to her by an orc. But perhaps just to wear for herself, at the castle...

"You both make excellent points. I will purchase the roll. Do you carry other colors?" Jeanette pulled her hand back from the fabric and nodded to one of her footmen, who stepped forward to collect the roll of silk.

"I do, Your Highness. I can arrange a special display for you, if you like, as I do not keep it all here in the stall."

"Very well, Daniels, see to it..." As she gave the order to Daniels, another footman came running up through the market. "Your Highness! I've been sent by the Chancellor, Sir Drake needs to see you immediately! It's urgent, you must return to the castle!

" 

"What is it?" Jeanette turned toward the new footman, a look of concern on his face. "There's been an accident with your parents, please you must return to the castle!" Susannah gasped and clutched Jeanette's arm, and the two women returned to the castle.

The princess was directed to the Chancellor's office, and found Sir Drake surrounded by ministers. "Sir Drake...what is it, what's happened?" Sir Drake looked at Jeanette with a sorrowful expression. "I'm sorry Your Highness...there was an accident...a rockslide in the Petara Valley...the King and Queen are dead." Silence reigned in the room. Susannah gripped Jeanette's hand tighter and began to sob. Jeanette tensed, not even breathing. Her head pounded as things began to go dark, and it looked like she might faint. Daniels rushed up to support her and prevent her from falling, though Jeanette did not lose consciousness. "H-have their bodies been recovered?" Jeanette's voice cracked, and her lips trembled as she held back the tears. 

"Not yet Your Highness, we have men working on...it." Sir Drake reached forward to stroke Jeanette's arm. "Your Highness, as you know, according to the Act of Succession, you are the heir to the throne...you are now Queen Regent until your official coronation ceremony."

Jeanette nodded slowly, her mind still reeling from the shock of losing her parents, and now becoming the Queen Regent. "I shall leave the preparations for it in your hands, Sir Drake. Please send for Duke Welton, I shall want to speak with him this evening. Then tell the Minister of Coins that I shall wish to hear a report on the state of the Kingdom's finances tomorrow morning. I am going to retire to my chambers now. I shall send word when I'm ready to receive Duke Welton. Good day, gentlemen."

The men bowed and Susannah curtsied as the Queen Regent left the room. Susannah began to follow, but Jeanette waved her off. "Not now Susannah, I wish to be left alone. I'll see you after I am done speaking to your father.

Jeanette began moving quicker, rushing through the castle to her chambers. She managed to make it to her room, and as she closed the door behind her, the tears began to fall.

Jeanette remained in her room for the rest of the day. When she was ready, she sent for the Duke. "His Grace, The Duke of Haverset, Frederick Welton." Susannah's father, Frederick, entered the room and the door was closed behind him, leaving him alone with the Queen Regent. "Your Highness, my condolences for your loss. Your father was a great man, and your mother a true lady, in every sense of the word."

"Thank you, Your Grace. I appreciate you coming on such short notice. But there is much I wish to discuss with you."

"Of course, Your Highness, anything I can do to assist you during this time..."

"I have not been satisfied with the counsel that Sir Drake has been providing, and I would like to appoint you as Chancellor. Will you accept?" 

Frederick's eyes widened, surprised at the offer. "This is a great honor Your Highness. Of course I would be gratified to accept, and I pray I live to repay the trust Your Highness has reposed in me."

"I am happy you are pleased with the appointment, Your Grace. I have not Sir Drake yet about the change. I have already set him to beginning preparations for the coronation, and he can continue in that task if you do not prefer to see to it yourself. Find a suitable position for him, but I do not want him to remain at court."




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 04



Frederick nodded in agreement with Jeanette. "Of course, Your Highness. I will be sure to find something suitable for him. If I may Your Highness, we also need to send word to the Duke of Braden and the King of Heste. What do you want to tell them?"

"The wedding was scheduled for four months from now. Obviously, it will have to be postponed until after a proper mourning period. Say, a year from now."

Frederick smiled wryly at the suggestion. "That would be appropriate, Your Highness. I'll make sure they understand the necessity for postponing the date of the wedding."

"Excellent. Susannah tells me that there have been orcs spotted in your land, and I've been told that there are more orcs in the city looking for trade. Do you have any additional information to indicate what they might be doing?" Please don't say they're here for a new human whore, she thought with some amusement.

"Well, as you know Your Highness, there orcs have been increasing their raids on Thesta and Sandora. With their elevated activity, they are amassing greater wealth. Normally they sent small groups into Zentara to convert their loot into either practical goods or symbols of wealth and status for them to wear and display in their tribal encampments. With their greater hauls of treasure from Thesta and Sandora, there are more of them looking to dispose of the loot. What's also interesting is that they seem to be converting it to gold bars and coins. I don't know why they are doing this, or what they hope to spend it on in the Angrian March. But whatever is pushing them to increase their attacks is also pressuring them to begin building up their gold reserves."

Jeanette listened intently to Frederick as he explained. "I see. Do you think they pose any threat to Zentara? Is there any indication that they're scouting our lands for raids of their own?" 

"I don't believe so, Your Highness. The orcs have never raided our lands before. As the trade center of the region, we are a better customer than a victim. Even still, the bulk of our standing army is stationed along the edge of Zentara. They regularly patrol and will be able to give warning should that change."

"Thank you, Your Grace. Our military though, is much smaller than either of Thesta and Sandora. If they do attack, will we be able to hold them off?" 

Frederick frowned as he answered. "Probably not, Your Highness. However, if they began to attack us, they would have to pull back from their raids to Thesta and Sandora. That would give both those Kingdoms an opportunity to counterattack, which I believe they would do. But really, Your Highness, I do not believe you have to worry about an orcish attack."

"Thank you, Your Grace. You've relieved my mind. Please send Susannah to me, and return tomorrow morning after I meet with the Minister of Coins to update me on Sir Drake, the coronation, and the attempts to recover the bodies of my parents. Have a good evening, Your Grace." Jeanette rose from the table to bid the Duke goodnight.

Frederick stood up and bowed low to Jeanette. "Of course, Your Highness. Good night."

Susannah entered the room next, her eyes red from tears. She swept across the room and embraced Jeanette tightly, sobbing onto her friend's shoulders. "I'm so sorry Jeanette..."

Jeanette wrapped her arms around Susannah and squeezed firmly, a lump forming in her throat at the display of emotion for her parents. "Thank you, dear Susannah, I appreciate it..."

Susannah sniffled and pulled back slightly to look Jeanette in the eyes. "The King and Queen were such lovely people, and they loved you very much. They always treated me so well for your sake. Do you remember the first time I was presented to them as your companion? I was so nervous...my skin turned all blotchy and red and I was shaking so hard I was afraid I was going to fall over. Your father gave me the kindest smile, and told me I had nothing to worry about. He said I was trembling like a leaf and was worried I was going to blow away, so he told me to hold onto his hand. I clutched him as hard as I could, and then began to feel safe. They were wonderful people Jeanette, I'm so sorry. I'm going to miss them dearly."

Jeanette's eyes watered at the recollection, and she kissed Susannah on the cheek. "Thank you Susannah. I'm glad they are remembered fondly. They will live on, in all of us. The impact they had on us will be their legacy and we shall carry it forward with honor."

"They would have been...they were so proud of you Jeanette. You'll be a wonderful Queen and you'll do them justice. I just know it." Susannah smiled at Jeanette earnestly.

"If I am, it will be with your help. Now that I'm Queen, I should like you to be my chief Lady-in-Waiting." Jeanette smiled at the gasp, and look of shocked delight on Susannah's face. "Oh I'm honored Your Majesty!"

"Don't be too honored just yet, it's a lot of work...you'll be in charge of my chambers and staff. It's a big responsibility...but I know you will live up to the challenge, Susannah. And who knows, with all the time you'll now be spending in court, perhaps you'll come to the attention of your future husband." Jeanette giggled softly, for the first time since being informed of her parent's death. Imagining her friend's future happiness was enough to lift her spirits, at least slightly.

"You think so? It will be so exciting to be living at court...though I shall miss my father and brothers terribly."

"Oh don't you worry so much about that Susannah. I've decided to make your father Chancellor, so he shall be right here at court with you. It's time your family was rewarded for the long years of friendship you've given me." Jeanette smiled, happy that she was now in a position to repay her friends, even if it was not under the circumstances she would have wished.

"You have? Why that will please him...and I just know he'll do his best for you, Your Highness. He's always said that he did not like Sir Drake, and that he would do things differently if he got the chance. Now he has! I know he'll make the best use of it." Susannah smiled at Jeanette in gratitude for the honor the Queen Regent did her family.

"I'm sure he will. Your father is a very capable, intelligent man. It's not just gratitude that caused me to appoint him Chancellor, but trust in and recognition of his abilities. I know he will be up to the task. Now come with me, Susannah. Let us tour the castle, and let the staff know that I am in firm control of things." Jeanette looped her arm through Susannah's, and led the girl out of Jeanette's chambers to begin making rounds with the staff.

It took two weeks for the bodies Jeanette's parents to be recovered from the rockslide. Naturally, Jeanette hadn't visited the Soiled Dove in all this time. The game she played, the rebellion, just didn't seem important anymore. The days leading up to the funeral were difficult enough for Jeanette. To make matters even more trying, the Duke of Braden arrived to offer his condolences as well. "It is fortunate that I was already on my way to Ruar to welcome your parents home after their tour, Your Highness. It took only a week for the letter bearing news of their death to me, and another week for me to get here. Don't you worry about a thing, Jeanette. Now that I am here, you can rest and let me take charge of things for you."

A look of annoyance passed Jeanette's face at the Duke's presumption. "I appreciate your support in this trying time, Gilbert. But my Chancellor, Duke Haverset has things well in hand, and has been a great asset in the transition to my reign."

The Duke of Braden looked over at the Duke of Haverset. "I was wondering what you were doing here, Haverset. It certainly didn't take you long to push our Sir Drake. Out with the old, in with the new, eh?"

The Duke of Haverset regarded the Duke of Braden cooly, then shot him a murderous glare. "That's in rather poor taste, Braden. Rein in your tongue, or you might not get the chance to reign."

"Heh, is that the best you can do? Bad puns? You might be Chancellor now, but when I'm king-"

"-You'll no doubt offer me advice and counsel on all my appointments. Now gentlemen, let us calm ourselves, this is no way to honor my parents." Jeanette looked between the two Dukes. The Duke of Haverset seemed to be on the verge of attacking the Duke of Braden, who merely looked back with dismissive derision.

"You're quite right, Jeanette. What better way to honor your parents then to honor their wishes, and marry as planned? I have no doubt that they wouldn't wish for their deaths to prevent, delay, or interfere with your marital bliss." 

"I can't agree with that, Braden. The late King and Queen honored propriety, tradition and customs. Including the custom of observing a proper mourning period. I don't doubt that they would wish Jeanette to observe the proper, year long waiting period before engaging in something as festive as a wedding." The Duke of Haverset continued to glare at the Duke of Braden, growing more confrontational.

The Duke of Braden began to lose his patience, and his face began to flush red. "Whether they would or not is really immaterial. The wedding will occur as planned. Any delays will be seen as an insult to myself and my brother, the King of Heste. It will be show that Zentara is not truly interested in peace, and we will respond accordingly."

"Is that a threat? Her Highness doesn't need to stand here and listen to this!" The Duke of Haverset objected angrily.

"Calm down, Your Grace. Your conduct is quite unbecoming of my fiancé, Gilbert. Of course Zentara is interested in peace, and I assure you that I do intend to see us wed. We are merely concerned that our reign begins on the right foot. The people would look ill upon you if you became the King Consort while they are still mourning my parents. Surely you can see the wisdom in keeping the people happy and allowing your joining my reign to be a joyous occasion, instead of marred by hostility?"

The Duke of Braden looked unhappy. "The people are of no concern. Peasants are always going to find something to be upset about if they want to be. Their opinion has no impact on the validity of our marriage or our reign. They will learn to love it or they will suffer in silence."

"This isn't Heste, Braden. We are not going to butcher peasants for you if you're obnoxiousness, arrogance, and short sightedness drives them against you." The Duke of Haverset glared at the Duke of Braden as he moved to stand face to face with the fractious foreigner.

"You'll do what I tell you, when I'm the King of this land. I mean to be King in more than just name. My brother means for that to be so as well!"

Jeanette interceded again as tension rose. "Your brother is not King of Zentara, Gilbert, and if you do mean to be King in more than just name you'll have to learn to separate yourself from your brother and his desires."

The Duke of Braden snarled at Jeanette. "You think you're so clever, don't you? This wedding will go forward, and I will be King of Zentara. Then we shall see how clever you really are."

"Well until then, you are still just the Duke of Braden and I am the Queen Regent of Zentara, and you are dismissed. I will see you again at the funeral. Once more thing, Your Grace, now that I am the Mistress of this Castle, there are different standards of behavior from your last visit. Assaulting, molesting, or otherwise importuning the staff or any of the ladies at court will not be tolerated."

The Duke of Frederick flushed red with rage, and then stormed out the door, slamming it behind him. "We're going to have to do something about him, Your Highness. You cannot be allowed to marry him, and he cannot be allowed to become King of Zentara."

Jeanette's mind whirled as she considered the possibilities. Zentara did not have the forces to cover the Angrian March and the border with Heste. But so far the orcs had shown no indication that they planned to attack Zentara, while Heste had repeatedly. Clearly, Heste was the bigger threat at the moment. "I know it, Your Grace. We shall have to come up with something. If we moved our forces from the Angrian March to the border with Heste, would it be enough to stop them?" 

"We could slow them down, Your Grace, but we could not stop them indefinitely. We need allies, but both Thesta and Sandora are unable to assist us at this time. Which is why Heste has become to bold in their threats."

Jeanette nodded, but continued to think. There had to be a way out of this. For every problem there is a solution. "What about an alliance with the elves? Or the Catabrians?"

"The elves have even less a military than we do. Their islands are small and sparsely populated. They have a shallow water navy to prevent invasions, but that is it. The Catabrians...well, they are barbarians and on the other side of Heste. It would be difficult to contact them, and I'm not sure what we could offer them to attack Heste even if we did. They have nothing that Heste wants, so they ignore each other and it seems to work for both of them."

Jeanette sighed, but resolved to think of something. She could not allow the wedding to go forward, but she also couldn't find a way to prevent it. "Thank you, Your Grace. If you'll excuse me, I needed to be fitted for the Funeral garment." Jeanette rose, and so did the Duke of Haverset. The Duke bowed, and departed, and Jeanette returned to her chambers to meet with her dressmaker.

Things were different now, Jeanette reflected, as she made her way toward her chambers. When she was the princess, the staff was all smiles. Now, as Queen Regent, the staff was much more reserved and respectful. They fell silent when she walked by and averted their eyes. Jeanette knew it wasn't because they thought less of her now, but rather, they were still getting used to her elevated status and unsure if they should treat her the way she did when she was a little girl and the princess.

It was also a reflection of the somber mood permeating through the castle. Her parents had been well loved by the people, who had brought many years of peace and prosperity to the Kingdom. They were still in mourning, and respectful of the pain that she still felt. It would pass, she thought. After the funeral, and the coronation, she would no longer be the Queen Regent, but the ruling Queen herself. That is, unless she married the Duke of Braden. Slowly but surely, one day at a time, he would sap her spirit and erode her will until he became the King and she was a mere shadow of herself.

There had to be a solution, and she would discover it. Jeanette reached her chambers to find her dressmaker waiting for her. Jeanette had not yet moved into the royal chambers, and her receiving room was small and sparsely decorated. The dressmaker curtsied as Jeanette entered the room and dismissed her footmen. The dressmaker and her assistant undid the ties on the back of Jeanette's dress and removed the long, flowing velvet garment, leaving her in her shift and underclothes. The dressmaker then began taking the Queen's measurements, taping her bust, legs, hips, and waist. The dressmaker frowned, and redid the measurement of Jeanette's waist.

"This is hard to say, Your Highness, but the measurement of your waist has gone up...this sometimes happens after a death, when the surviving family members eat to help deal with the grief...but it means I'm going to have to take out the wedding dress the late King and Queen ordered for you, unless you go back down again." The dressmaker looked nervous as to how Jeanette would respond to the implication that she had gained weight.

Jeanette blinked, and then began getting flushed and defensive. "I haven't been eating any more than normal, and I'm certainly not putting on weight!"

The dressmaker's assistant looked away while the dressmaker turned her attention to putting away her measuring equipment. "Of course, Your Highness."

Jeanette looked down at her waist, trying to see if she thought it looked bigger. She knew that she hadn't been eating any more. If anything, with all the new responsibilities and stress of running the castle and the Kingdom she had been eating less. It was not as if she could be pregnant, she had only been with orcs. Her chest began to feel crushed and constricted. She had trusted the orcs completely that they could not get a human pregnant. What if they were lying? Of course they were lying! What a naïve fool she was. She fell for what might be one of the oldest tricks a man had ever played on a woman. Jeanette's head began to spin and she dismissed the dressmaker and her assistant and rushed into her private quarters and collapsed on her bed.

She was pregnant. She tried to think back to the last time she had her monthlies, and realized that it had been well over a month. Jeanette looked down to her stomach, rubbing the soft palm of her hand over her womb. There was a baby in there. An orc baby. What was she going to do? What was she going to say? For the first time Jeanette was grateful her parents were gone and she was Queen. This would be impossible to hide if she were still the princess. Immediately Jeanette felt incredibly guilty for the thought. It was not worthy of her.

Then another flood of worries struck her. This half-orc child, though a bastard, would technically have a claim on the throne of Zentara. If she didn't marry the Duke, and never had other children, the orc spawn could be the next King, or Queen of Zentara. What would the people think of a half-orc ruler? It probably wouldn't be good. Though for her personally, it would still be a step up from the spawn of the Duke of Braden.

But what if she didn't marry the Duke, got married to someone else and had children? This half-orc child of hers would still be out there. Even with the problems that the child would cause her, she couldn't bear the thought of trying to stop the pregnancy. She wasn't even sure the tea she drank to prevent conception would stop an already progressing pregnancy. 

The answer to the immediate problem was that she needed to hide. She could use the excuse of mourning to leave the city and go into the countryside for the duration of the pregnancy. The Duke of Haverset would be able to run the Kingdom while she was gone, and maybe it would be even better if she were absent. The Duke of Haverset would have better luck holding off the Duke of Braden and delaying the marriage if she were out of the city.

The next problem is deciding where to go. She had her own estates, of course, but it wouldn't do for her servants to see the Queen Regent pregnant out of wedlock. She needed to go into hiding somewhere under an assumed identity, but still somewhere she could be contacted in an emergency and where she would be safe.

There was really only one option, and it would be perfect. She could go away with Susannah and stay with her, while her father was in court running the Kingdom. She could claim to be a Sandoran relative, who had been assaulted during an orc raid. The only difficulty would be Susannah's brothers. She would either have to invent a reason for them to come to court, or find a way to keep them away from the two.

She would have to come clean with Susannah though, there didn't seem to be anyway around that. Jeanette dreaded having to have that conversation, the embarrassment and humiliation of it. What was she going to tell her? What could she tell her? She couldn't bear the thought of explaining to her friend how she was spreading her legs for orcs in a brothel. There had to be a better story than that, but what was it?

Some mixture between fiction and the truth would have to be the way. A lie is best believed with the truth. She would have to tell Susannah that she made a mistake after being insulted by the Duke of Braden, and that she went out into Ruar, that she was accosted by an orc in an alley, and that she kept it all secret. Hopefully, Susannah wouldn't wonder at the lack of a difference in her since the event, or perhaps she would be able to explain it away as being strong. It would be difficult to have to lie to Susannah about how she became pregnant, but it was better than the alternative.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 04



Steeling herself, Jeanette walked to the guest room Susannah was occupying until Jeanette moved in the royal apartments with the adjoining room for the chief lady-in-waiting. Daniels knocked on Susannah's door and announced the Queen Regent, and Susannah was quick to allow Jeanette in. She bid Daniels to wait outside, and entered in the room with Susannah alone.

"Susannah...I'm in a bit of trouble and I need your help." Jeanette bit down on her lower lip as Susannah looked up with concern. "Anything of course Your Highness, how can I help you?"

"I've...that is...I don't know how to say this, so I just will. I'm pregnant, and I need a place to go away to until I give birth." Jeanette tensed as she finished the sentence, but a weight was also lifted from her shoulders. It felt good to say it aloud, to share it with someone else.

Susannah opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to find the right words to say. Jeanette could imagine what was going through her mind...questions, condemnations, trying to find the right reassuring words or a plan to fix it.

"There's something else you need to know...the child...is going to be half orc." Jeanette looked nervously at Susannah, waiting to see the reaction and it wasn't long in coming. Susannah was shocked and appalled, then quickly threw her arms around Jeanette. "Oh Jeanette! I'm so sorry! How did it happen? How was an orc able to get to you?" Jeanette's heart jumped to her throat at Susannah's quick defense, the assumption that Jeanette was a victim. She had been torturing herself about how to explain that she was not a whore, and the idea never even occurred to her friend.

"It was the first night meeting the Duke of Braden after our betrothal...he was...just so loathsome and I didn't know what to do. I snuck out of the castle in disguise...and I was accosted by an orc in the streets. I didn't know what to say...and I didn't want anyone to find out. I thought it was behind me until..." Jeanette let the sentence trail off, the implication clear.

"Oh my poor dear...I'm so sorry this happened to you. What can I do to help? You want to come away with me back to Haverset and stay in one of our estates, yes?"

"That's right...your father will be here to run the Kingdom as Chancellor. The...the story will be that I am in mourning, and wish to be alone. You'll have to tell the staff that I'm...a cousin or something from Sandora, who was assaulted in a raid." Susannah nodded as she followed along with Jeanette's train of thought. "Of course...yes that will do. We'll take care of it Your Highness...you and me. I'll be with you all the way through."

The funeral came and went with Jeanette somewhat in a daze. Worry over her condition, the unpleasantness of the Duke of Braden and grief for her parents weighed on her mind and kept her distracted. After the funeral, the Duke of Braden departed after leaving more threats on what would befall Zentara if the marriage contract were cancelled. Jeanette met with Frederick to tell him that she was going away to stay with Susannah during her period of mourning, and that he would be in charge of the day to day running of the Kingdom. She also told him to postpone the coronation until after her mourning period was over.

Before Jeanette knew it, it was time to leave. Jeanette, Susannah, and a small retinue of servants left Greenthorn Castle and rode northeast towards Shropshire. As she rode through the city, the peasants parted on the street, clapping and cheering for their new Queen Regent. Jeanette felt a tinge of regret as she left them, both for departing so soon, and for the secret she carried within her womb.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 05



Six months later.

Jeanette groaned as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself up. Her belly was huge as she entered the final week of her pregnancy. Her half orc baby was strong, active, and rambunctious. The child seemed to take delight in kicking and playing inside her womb, sometimes making it difficult for Jeanette to sleep, or even just sit or lie quietly. Jeanette felt as large as a ship, her ankles and feet hurt, her back hurt, and even her breasts hurt, as they continued to swell and grow, filling up with milk. 

The pitying looks she received from the staff at the estate didn't help. They were told the lie that she was a relative of Susannah's who had been assaulted by orcs in Sandora. It put Jeanette in a difficult position. The servants, for all their pitying looks, were very kind to her. She felt bad lying to them. But she also felt bad that they thought she was a victim of violence, when in reality she was a willing participant to it. Willing, that is, except for the trick that the scarred orc played on her, saying she couldn't get pregnant.

Jeanette spotted a packet lying on a table beside the bed and reached for it. The movement woke the baby, who began shifting inside her. Jeanette steadied herself, and opened the packet which contained correspondence from Ruar. There were economic reports, court gossip, city news, and updates on the degrading situation with Heste. King Connor and the Duke of Braden had grown more confrontational since the original date of the wedding had passed, and no firm date had been set.

The two brothers seemed to write almost daily letters with veiled threats and angry statements, warning of dire consequences of the wedding wasn't concluded shortly. More troubling, scouts positioned in the Lyskean Mountains had reported that Hesten military forces were beginning to gather on the other side of the pass. The bulk of the Zentaran military forces had already been transferred west to the other side of the pass. Jeanette and Frederick had debated via letters whether or not to occupy the pass or not, ultimately agreeing that they would not be able to hold the pass under a frontal assault anyway, so they chose to keep them held back to react if there was an attack, and to not provoke the Hestens.

Jeanette debated sitting down to read the most recent batch of letters, but the effort of standing made her push the idea from her mind. She began to feel a bit queasy with morning sickness, so Jeanette decided to forgo breakfast and take a walk around the estate. Jeanette strolled along a narrow dirt path that tracked around a small pond. Cradling her belly in one hand as she walked, she read through the letters with a pensive expression on her face.

The most recent reports from the scouts indicated that the Hesten forces were breaking into smaller groups, and getting ready to move. Frederick felt that the situation was critical and could erupt into conflict at any moment. He begged Jeanette to return to the capital, but obviously Jeanette was in no condition to do that yet. The rest of the letters were not as important, with nothing urgent in need of her attention. Returning to the estate, she returned to her room, requesting that breakfast be sent to her there and set about replying to the letter.

Jeanette wrote to Frederick that she could not return just yet, but that she would soon. With a bit of luck, she would be able to return within the fortnight. She also wrote instructing him to send word to Thesta and Sandora again, raising the amount of gold she'd pay in exchange for military support against Heste. Jeanette did not hold off much hope though, as right now they needed soldiers more than they needed gold.

If only there were another ally she could call upon, but there was no one. As Jeanette finished writing the letter, Susannah knocked on the door, and entered in the room. "Good morning, Jeanette...how are you feeling today?" Jeanette looked up and smiled at her friend. "I feel like a shipwreck. The same as I felt yesterday." Susannah giggled softly and looked down at the letter on the table. "Is that another letter for my father?"

Jeanette nodded. "Yes, more grim news from back home. I really should be-" Before Jeanette could finish, she doubled over as a contraction rocked through her belly. "Oh!" Jeanette's water broke, splattering on the floor beneath her. "It's starting!" 

Susannah yelped, and reached over to grasp Jeanette's arm. "Come on! I'll get you to bed, and then summon help. The midwife has been waiting in town for a while yet. It'll be alright!" Susannah led Jeanette to the bed and laid her down, then went to send a servant to fetch the midwife.

The birthing was long, but fortunately, not very difficult for Jeanette. It took nearly a day of panting and pushing to give birth to the massive half-orc child. Her newborn was a sixteen pound son, by far the largest child the midwife, or any of the other ladies had ever seen born. Though the half-orc baby was larger than a fully human babe, Jeanette's wide hips allowed her to give birth to her child without suffering any lasting harm. Luckily for Jeanette, the constant orc gangbangs she enjoyed at The Soiled Dove left her stretched enough that her vaginal walls didn't even rip during the birth. Much to the shock of everyone assembled though, the baby did not come out pink like a human, or even grey like an orc. Rather, Jeanette's newborn had dark green skin. Jeanette didn't know who the father was, as she had never been with a green orc before, or even seen a green orc. 

The child had a clear mix of human and orc features. The nose was slightly upturned, but mostly human looking. The mouth and jaw was longer than normal, with teeth already grown in and small, stunted tusks just beginning to form. As the midwife placed the half-orc baby on Jeanette's breast, and the child began to suckle on her nipple, Jeanette's disgust and apprehension vanished, replaced by a deep love for her baby that she couldn't explain. She smiled down at her son, clutching him in her arms and watched him suckle at her breast. "He shall be called Agmar...I think...that will be a good name for him..." Jeanette bit her lip, and then looked up at the midwife. "You probably don't know...but will he always look like this? I mean, will he look like this, or grow up to look more human...or more orc?"

The midwife shrugged softly. "I'm sorry, My Lady, but I have no answer for you. I've not dealt with a half-orc child before..." The midwife and the other attendants looked at Jeanette with a mixture of admiration and pity as she happily suckled her babe. Jeanette knew that they probably thought she was mad for loving a half-orc child, the offspring of a brutal rape from a monster. Even though Jeanette knew it wasn't rape that made the child, even if it was she would have loved him, regardless. As the midwife and her attendants left the room, Jeanette tittered softly to herself. She thought it was funny that, like they said, no matter how ugly a baby is, his mother will find him beautiful. Jeanette knew that the green skin and protruding tusks that she should find him ugly and monstrous, but she just couldn't. Jeanette giggled again as he thought that might have something to do with all the orc men she'd been with. She obviously found them attractive enough, after a fashion.

Susannah took Agmar from Jeanette after he finished feeding and gently rocked him in her arms, smiling down at the now slumbering baby with genuine pleasure. "You're a beautiful little boy, aren't you Agmar?" Susannah looked from the baby to Jeanette. "I know you didn't want this, Jeanette...and that it isn't convenient for you...but he is a beautiful baby and you're a very lucky mother."

Jeanette smiled up at Susannah's kind words. "I know I am...I will find a way to make it work. We will...after all, Agmar needs his Aunt Susannah doesn't he?"

Susannah beamed back at Jeanette. "Yes he does...and yes you do, yes you do..." Susannah leaned down to kiss Agmar on the forehead. "I'll take him to the nursery, Your Highness. You try to get some rest."

"Thank you, Susannah." Jeanette wrestled with something for a moment. "Susannah, start looking for a discreet wet nurse as well. I won't be able to feed him, when we had back to the city."

Susannah looked at Jeanette a moment, and then nodded sadly. "Of course, Your Highness. I understand."

Jeanette spent the next week in bed, resting. She continued to feed and bond with Agmar, growing closer and closer to him. When the wet nurse finally appeared, it was difficult for her to hand him over. Still, it was something she had to do, and as she read the latest reports from Castle Greenthorn she knew that now more than ever. Thesta and Sandora continued to reject every appeal for assistance that Zentara made. No amount of gold, or trade concessions, or any other treasure would sway them to intervene on her behalf. They were too hard pressed by the orc tribes on the Angrian March to even consider dispatching forces to counter the Hesten threat.

Without the help of Thesta or Sandora, Zentara would have to face Heste alone. Heste had twice the population of Zentara, and much more of its resources devoted to military matters. Zentara was a nation of commerce, not war. Jeanette didn't have the generals or the trained troops required to defeat Heste in a war. She could no doubt slow the Hestens down, and resist bravely, but in the end, they would storm her castle and seize the whole country. Allowing the Duke of Braden to gain control of Zentara through military might would be far worse than him taking it through marriage to her.

Jeanette strolled through the halls of the estate as she mulled over the problem. There had to be a solution, she just had to think of it. Jeanette found herself in the nursery, looking down at Agmar. As she smiled at the sleeping babe, her eyes lingered on the small tusks just barely showing through. She started a moment, and an idea flashed in her mind. 

Jeanette wondered if she had enough money, and the ability, to bribe the orcs to stop attacking Thesta and Sandora, and still have enough money left to bribe the two Kingdoms into helping stand against Heste. As she pondered sending a letter to Frederick asking for recent treasury figures and projected income, another, even crazier idea struck her. What if she offered the alliance directly to the orcs? Could she bribe them to fight Heste for her? It would be cheaper, certainly, than having to bribe both. Also, removing the threat of the orcs from Thesta and Sandora might be enough to induce them to a permanent alliance against Heste. They would not be able to stand against the might of all three kingdoms and the orc tribes.

The idea seemed absurd, at first. She did not know any leaders among the orcs, or what motivated them. The only experience she had with orcs was in a brothel, and she didn't think that would serve her very well in this situation. True, she had learned some things about orc culture from interacting with them, but not enough to know what would motivate their leaders. Still, from what she knew of their raids on Thesta and Sandora, they were interested in treasure and women. Both of which could be found in Heste. It was just a matter of finding what the price would be to convince them to change targets.

Jeanette lifted Agmar and carried him around the room as she thought about what she knew of the orcs, trying to remember every gleam of knowledge she had heard about and from them. She knew that they raided for treasure, but that wasn't all. They also sent traders into Zentara, which was a sign that they were not just marauding hordes, but had some elements of a civilization. They always maintained good relations with Zentara so they would have an outlet for the loot they stole from Thesta and Sandora. That boded well for her ability to come to an understanding with them. Jeanette thought that her idea might have some merit after all, and resolved to make the necessary preparations to send an emissary into the Angrian March and return to Ruar as soon as possible.

As Jeanette rode through the gates of Ruar, she was greeted by a deafening roar. People lined the streets, cheering and throwing flowers down upon Jeanette and her revenue. Jeanette's heart swelled at the outpouring of support. She struggled to hold back the tears as she saw the genuine pleasure in the people's faces at her return. Jeanette raised her arm, smiling and waving in return at the people, hoping they wouldn't notice a change in her since giving birth. Agmar was near the end of the retinue, swaddled heavily in an attempt to conceal his appearance. 

Jeanette hoped her idea would work. The people loved her, and she would be good to them. The Duke of Braden would kill that love, and crush the people. If her plan was successful, she would be able to prevent all that. As Jeanette approached Greenthorn Castle, she saw Frederick and a contingent of the royal guard lining the entrance to the castle. She rode between the lines of guards and smiled down at Frederick, passing him to ride the horse directly into the castle.

Jeanette dismounted inside, turning to greet Frederick with a smile as he bowed to her in greeting. "Welcome back to the city, Your Highness. It's been too long since I've seen you. The people are jubilant to have you return. With your return, I've no doubt we'll be able to settle things with Heste, one way or another."

"That is just the thing I wish to speak with you about, Your Grace. I've an idea, a plan that might resolve things for us. Though it is risky...politically, diplomatically...pretty much any way you could look at it." Jeanette walked side by side with Frederick as they made their way towards the royal apartments. "It must be kept secret, for now...as secret as we can possibly make it. But it has the potential to be very big."

"That is wonderful news, Your Highness. I was sure you'd be able to think of something. You've always been clever, even as a little girl. You were born to rule Zentara." The two walked silently for a moment. "How is Susannah doing, Your Highness?" Jeanette smiled at Frederick. "Splendidly. Thank you for giving her such free reign to attend to me during my mourning. She was a great help to me."

"Think nothing of it, Your Highness. Susannah and I are happy to serve you in any way you need us. My entire family is at your service." Jeanette looked over at him, studying his face for sincerity. She thought he looked like he meant it, and wasn't just flattering her. "Your loyalty is touching, Your Grace." The two entered into the royal apartments, and sat down at the receiving table. "Alright, you're no doubt eager to hear what I am going to propose...so I shall just say it. I believe we should forge an alliance with the orc tribes of the Angrian March."

Jeanette braced herself for Frederick's reaction, and he did seem shocked and a little appalled at the notion. "Your Highness! We cannot ally ourselves with the orc tribes...they're barbarians, it would alienate Thesta and Sandora, and we'd have to allow legions of them to cross our lands to get to Heste, and there is no guarantee that we could ever get them to leave again!"

"Those are valid points, Your Grace, but I think they can be mitigated. Thesta and Sandora will be grateful of we divert the orcs' attention from them to Heste. We will make ceasing the raids on them conditional of our alliance. I think we can even get them to join in on our alliance against Heste, if we can guarantee the attacks on them will stop. As for the orcs being barbarians...well, it might be so, but that hasn't stopped us from trading with them these past years. They might be uncivilized, but I don't think civilization is beyond them. They seem eager to expand their trade and set down roots. I am willing to accommodate some manner or orc presence in Zentara if it means ending the Hesten threat. We will have the money and the land, and they will provide military support. It seems an equitable bargain."

Jeanette spoke with calm assurance, though she didn't feel so confident. She had a lot relying on this plan, and it would be controversial enough that without the Chancellor's support it might not succeed. Frederick considered the Queen Regent's words carefully, examining the possibilities and the ramifications.

"Your Highness, What you say makes sense. You're right, Thesta and Sandora will be ecstatic if we're able to end the orc raids on their borders. While we've made a small fortune trading with the orcs, I am not sure that means we should welcome them into our homes. They will not have much left to trade if they stop attacking Thesta and Sandora, except for what they pillage from Heste. But it will be much harder to raid through the Pass than it will along the open border we share with the Angrian March." 

Jeanette nodded along with Frederick. "You're right, it is a risk. However, the normalization of trade with Thesta and Sandora will make up the short fall. Right now trade has come to a standstill because of the orc attacks. So what if the orcs bleed themselves against the Hestens? It is better than our own people suffering under the Hesten attacks. It will also mean less orcs settling in Zentara in the long run."

Frederick smiled at Jeanette. "You seem to have thought this through, Your Highness. How do you intend to begin? Do you know how to contact the orcs? Or who to contact among them?"

"I've sent a courier into the Angrian March to find out. He's bearing some gifts for any chief he can find, as well as an invitation to visit Ruar as my guest. I'm hoping the possibilities, and the bribe, will convince him to come. I've also sent orders to allow him to enter Zentara without being molested." Jeanette took a deep breath as she finished her proposal, happy that it seemed to be well received. "Do you think the people will object to having an orc embassy visit the city?"

Frederick thought about it a moment, pensively stroking his chin. "I don't think so, Your Highness. The people are used to seeing orcs in the city. Perhaps not in so great numbers, but even still, it shouldn't disturb them. They might not like the idea of negotiating with them, or a formal alliance however. It would be better to keep that secret, until the deal is finalized and we can explain how it will benefit the Kingdom."

"Excellent. I am of the same opinion, Your Grace. For now, we will simply wait and see how the orcs respond. On another matter, how are preparations for the coronation going?"

"They are proceeding, Your Highness. Everything should be ready on schedule. It will begin with a procession carrying your crown through the city to you in the castle. It will then be placed on a pillow and carried by four young ladies from the finest families in the city to you at the top of the steps leading into the castle. They will then escort you to the throne room, where you will accept it, and crown yourself before the throne. Select nobles will then present you with the royal regalia, and the celebration will begin. Per your instructions, there will be feasts held in every neighborhood in the city in addition to the main banquet of the castle. It will be expensive, however, preliminary estimates suggest it will cost nearly twenty thousand gold marks."

Jeanette waved her hand dismissively. "That is fine. This is a once in a lifetime occurrence and the people need something to celebrate. We have more than enough in the treasury to cover the expense, and our income is more than enough to replace the losses. I also want you to begin assessing how much we can afford to pay the orcs for their services, as well as what gifts and bribes we can spare for Thesta and Sandora as well, if we need to buy their cooperation."

"I shall begin at once, Your Highness. If I may say so, your Highness, this is a bold plan. Bolder than anything your father would have tried. I don't mean that as a rebuke, or criticism. I'm pleased to see you come into your own and show such...dynamic leadership. I've no doubt you'll see us through this crises." Frederick rose from the seat and bowed to Jeanette. "Welcome back to the city, Your Highness."




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 05



Frederick left the room, leaving Jeanette alone with her thoughts. Her conversation with Frederick went better than she had expected. Jeanette only hoped that the rest of her court, and the subjects, accepted her plan as easily.

The following weeks passed quickly for Jeanette. Despite their preparations, Heste had yet to attack Zentara, though they moved ever closer to the Lyskean Pass. They continued to issue threats and warnings, and mobilized more and more of their forces. Jeanette resumed her weekly visits to the poorer part of the city, spreading news of the upcoming feast and giving out alms. The people welcomed her eagerly into their communities and homes. It seemed everyone in the city was behind her in resisting Heste, though they didn't know the means she planned to use. The people wanted her to be happy, and didn't want a foreign king. The merchants didn't want to lose their profitable trade advantages over Heste, and the nobles feared losing their position of importance if the crown came under the influence of King Connor, who already had his own aristocracy.

Jeanette did make sure to steer clear of The Soiled Dove and its surrounding environs when she toured the city. She didn't want to risk meeting any of her former clients, nor did she want to risk stirring any of her cravings. Since learning her parents were dead, and that she was pregnant, she had been cured of the addictive lust that drew her back there again and again. Or, at least, it had been kept in abeyance, under control. Jeanette could not risk getting pregnant again, or being discovered. She would simply have to keep her urges under control until such time that she had a husband, or at least, was more secure in her reign.

Just as Jeanette was getting settled into her life back in Ruar, it was upended again by trumpet blasts from the walls. The city guard spotted a large party of orcs approaching the city at rapid speed, faster even than the messengers from the border. Jeanette sent Frederick out to the front gate to greet them, with orders to allow the orcs to establish a camp outside the city, and to invite the orc chief and up to ten of his men to meet with her in the castle. Her heart raced as she sat on the throne in the formal reception hall of the castle. Susannah was in the kitchens, preparing for a welcoming feast for the orcs. Jeanette fidgeted in the throne, adjusting her dress and coronet constantly in nervous anticipation for the arrival of her guests. This would be the first orc she would be in close contact with since her last night at The Soiled Dove. With that in mind, she dressed more modestly than usual, with a high-necked gown that completely covered her arms, chest, legs, and even her throat. 

The throne room was lined with courtiers and liveried servants, ready to welcome the orcs. They had been prepared for the arrival of the orcs, though not the specific reason they were coming. Speculation was rife as to why the Queen Regent had invited a party of orcs to the capital. Murmured conversation filled the throne room as Jeanette waited for the arrival. When Daniels opened the door, the conversation stopped immediately and an atmosphere of tense anticipation permeated the hall.

"Turogg, Chief of the Goltenak Clan, and Sir Frederick Welton, Duke of Haverset!" All eyes in the room turned towards Turogg as he entered the throne room and began walking towards Jeanette. Turogg towered over the Duke of Haverset, and most of the other men in the room. He was surprisingly well dressed for an orc, Jeanette noticed. Far better dressed than any of the orcs she had met previously. Wearing a fine satin shirt, leather breeches and sturdy boots, he had gone out of his way to make himself presentable for the court. Turogg had the grey toned skin of most orcs, as well as the upturned nose and prominent tusks jutting from his jaw. His large framed, muscular body was well outlined by the shirt. Despite being out of his element, he strode confidently toward Jeanette, still seated on her throne.

"Your Highness, let me introduce you to Chief Turogg. Chief Turogg, this is the Queen Regent of Zentara, Jeanette Grennally." Frederick smiled to Jeanette as he introduced the large orc to her. Jeanette looked up at the much taller orc, entranced by the powerful muscles and raw masculinity of the Chief. She quickly snapped herself out of it to focus on the initial contact with the potential ally. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Turogg. Welcome to my Kingdom. I appreciate your accepting my invitation, and hope to make the trouble of your visit more than worthwhile."

Turogg gave Jeanette a wide grin as he looked down at her. "It is I who should thank you for the invitation. I have never before been invited to meet with a Queen, or King. Nor to a castle such as this. I look forward to knowing you, and exploring all the pleasures that this place offers." Turogg's words were slightly accented, and the word choice a little off, though he was quite understandable, which was a relief. Not having to utilize a translator would make the negotiations much easier.

"I'm sure you'll find Ruar to be a delightful and accommodating place. We've always enjoyed the good relations and trade with the orc tribes, and are well used to serving your people." Jeanette faltered a moment at the way the words sounded after she said them, but continued on after a moment. "I've arranged for light refreshments and fresh water be brought in for you and your companions, so you can restore yourselves. I've also sent a variety of foodstuffs, servants, and supplies to construct a camp for you outside the city. You shall be well stocked when you return after the banquet."

Turogg gave Jeanette a long look, and for a moment she wondered if he were insulted to not be invited to stay in the castle. Instead, he just shrugged and nodded at Jeanette. "I am sure it will be appreciated and sufficient, Queen. We are tired from our journey. It was a hard ride to get here as fast as we did."

"I appreciate your haste, Turogg. Luckily, it was not so fast that I did not have time to procure for you the gift I intended." Jeanette nodded to a nearby servant, who stepped forward holding a bundle covered by a silk sheet. Jeanette pulled away the fabric to reveal a fine leather saddle, with long stirrups that would give the orc chieftain a commanding view when riding. "I hope you like it; I believe you'll find the stirrups to offer a distinct advantage in combat, as they allow you to brace yourself against the impact of your weapon on a foe."

Turogg ran his hand admiringly over the leather. "It is very fine Queen Jeanette, my thanks to you. Your people honor me with such fine gifts."

"Tomorrow morning I should like to meet with you, in private to discuss a proposal that will be beneficial for us both. But first, relax and enjoy our hospitality. I look forward to speaking with you more in the days to come." Jeanette rose from the throne and nodded to Turogg, who grinned back. Frederick signaled the orc, and led Turogg and his men to the chambers that had been provided for their use.

Jeanette left the hall and returned to her own apartments, reflecting on her encounter with the orc chief. He was not what she expected, seeming more refined. The orcs she met in the city had been course, but Turogg was civilized. He was more like a foreigner, than a barbarian. Still, Jeanette knew she should not let herself be fooled into thinking that way. Despite his amiable appearance, Turogg was a tested warrior who had been leading a campaign against Thesta and Sandora. He was dangerous, and she couldn't forget that. That was the whole reason he was here, so the threat he posed could be directed to a more productive purpose.

Jeanette took Turogg's demeanor as a good sign. That he was willing to make an effort, and that he showed a desire to adapt to a more civilized life style boded well for their negotiations. Jeanette didn't think that gold, treasure, and other gifts would be enough to buy their service. They, or at least, Turogg, wanted a more civilized life, and Jeanette could give them that. She wasn't sure she wanted a full scale orc settlement in Zentara, but would be willing to establish an enclave and a permanent embassy, and perhaps even grant Turogg an estate large enough for him and a small number of his people.

Jeanette wondered what it would be like to have Turogg in court if she did grant him an estate in Zentara. He seemed willing to adapt to their ways, and spoke enough of the language to make himself understood. She wondered what sort of position he could hold. He was too manly, and had too powerful a presence to be a simple courtier. Perhaps he could be Master of Horses, or, she supposed, Marshal of the Army. Somehow she doubted that her human subjects would be happy serving under an orc.

After changing into a dinner gown, Jeanette realized that she had picked a much slinkier, more revealing outfit. The neckline was much lower, and the cinched corseted waist made her hips seem flared out and lifted her breasts and exposed a generous amount of cleavage. Her ruby pendant necklace would only further draw attention to her chest. Since the banquet was about to start, it was too late to change dresses again so Jeanette had no choice but to go to the banquet hall and join the others.

At the table, Turogg was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing when presented to Jeanette. She supposed that he didn't have many fine outfits, and certainly hadn't brought an extra outfit into the castle to meet with her. Jeanette was seated at the end of the table, with Frederick on her right and Turogg on her left. Susannah was now back, and seated next to her father. She stared at Turogg, fascinated by his presence and hanging on his every word as the orc conversed with Jeanette.

Turogg admired the view that Jeanette's new dress provided from him, his gaze consistently dropping to take in the sight of the milky white breasts thrust before him. "I am surprised, Queen Jeanette, that we will be talking tomorrow. I had expected to meet with Duke Frederick. In our clans, women do not hold positions as leaders. They are property of husbands, and take care of children and food. It is very strange to find one who rules over her people."

Jeanette laughed softly and treated Turogg with a smile. "It is not usual among our people either, however, there is no law against it if there are no males available to take the throne. My father, the previous ruler of Zentara, had no male children, and no brothers to take the throne, so the crown passed to me. I have no doubt though, that I'll be able to prove to you that women can rule just as effectively as men."

"Hear hear, Your Highness...This meeting was the Queen Regents idea, Turogg. You will see tomorrow how capable she can be." Frederick piped in, coming to Jeanette's aid.

"You both have so many secrets. Why not just say why I am invited?" Turogg looked up from Jeanette's bust to gaze into her eyes with a curious expression.

"It is a private matter...I trust you'll understand more tomorrow when we meet. But for now, please, let us not talk of business, but get to know one another better." Jeanette gave Turogg another smile, while the orc looked back in confusion. "If you say so, Queen Jeanette. How do you like leading so far?"

"While I do not like the circumstance that brought me into power, I must say that I do enjoy it so far. It is...satisfying, and fulfilling to be able to do all the things I've wanted to do in order to make things better for the Kingdom and my people."

"That is good philosophy. You are like a mother to your people, as it should be. I also want better things for my people. The western lands are much richer than the plains we come from. It is time for a better life." While his words sounded reasonable enough, Jeanette sensed the menace and threat beneath them. "True, though you have elected to do so with force, and at the expense of those already living here."

Turogg shrugged, and then chuckled darkly. "Life it hard, the strong prosper, the weak submit. It is the way of things. If I am strong enough to take, and make life better for those who belong to me, why should I not do it? If you are too weak to keep what is yours, why should I listen to your protests?"

"Because there are better ways, dear Turogg, as I hope to convince you. Ways where everyone can get what they want, and be satisfied." Jeanette chuckled softly. "Well, almost everyone. I like you, Turogg. I can talk to you. We have much to discuss, but that can wait until tomorrow. Please return to your camp, get a good night's rest and we can continue in the morning." Jeanette rose as the banquet came to an end, nodded to Turogg and bid him goodnight with a smile.

The next morning Turogg met with Jeanette and Frederick. Like the day before, Jeanette had a present for Turogg. Waiting for him in the castle was a six foot long spear, with a strong oak shaft and a hardened steel tip. The shaft was carved to have several hilts along the length of it, to protect the hand wielding it, and to prevent the shaft from slipping on impact. "This is a strong spear, Turogg. Made from a strong wood than any you'll find in the Angrian March. It is good for fighting from horseback, and will allow you to remain stable while destroying your enemies."

Turogg accepted the spear, hefting it with two hands, then tried thrusting it one handed. His superior strength allowed him to wield it easily, and be able to thrust it with power and precision. "It is a fine weapon." Turogg gave a throaty laugh. "But I am confused, last night, you say there is a better way than fighting, today you give me weapon to fight with. What does it mean?"

"It means that you should pick your battles carefully, to make sure you're fighting the right person."

"I am sure you will soon tell me who that person is. But first, I have something for you. You give me gifts, it is only fair that I give gift in return." Turogg produced a large box, presented it to Jeanette and then opened the lid. Inside was a stunning, high-necked gold collar with a large sapphire in the center, directly over the throat. While very beautiful and no doubt incredibly valuable, it was much more ostentatious and severe than what she would normally wear. Unlike the ruby pendant she wore the previous night, this collar had no give to it, being very stiff and unforgiving. Jeanette doubted she would have much movement in her neck while wearing it, though with the right outfit it would give an austere, majestic, and commanding appearance.

"It is beautiful, Turogg. Thank you, it is most generous. Finer by far than anything I've given you. You are escalating the giving of gifts. Now I shall have to find something better for you." Jeanette smiled at Turogg as she examined and admired the necklace."

"It is a prize from the eastern end of the plains. And I think it does not yet equal the value of the gifts you sent that brought me here. Treasure like this is pretty, but not useful to us out in the plains. The saddle and spear are fine craftsmanship, and real works of skill and talent that cannot be found among my people."

"You are kind to say so, Turogg. I hope to treat you to more of the fine craftsmanship that my Kingdom can provide." Jeanette looked at Frederick, and nodded.

"To that end, Chief Turogg, is the matter which brings us together today. The Queen Regent proposes an alliance between Zentara, and the Goltenak tribe of orcs."

Turogg was taken aback by the forward statement. "An alliance? On what terms?"

"The Queen Regent proposes that your people cease their attacks on Thesta and Sandora, and instead focus your attacks on the Kingdom of Heste, the westernmost region of the continent." Frederick looked at Turogg with a stony expression, in order to mask his feelings.

"Why should I want to do that? Why move my people even further from their homes to attack your enemies?"

"For starters, we're prepared to offer a significant amount gold, in addition to whatever you plunder from Heste. We'll also allow your people greater trade opportunities here within Zentara, and give you greater access to the weapons, armor, and horses that our people create." 

Turogg snorted and leaned back in his chair. "That does not answer why we should fight your battles for you. We are not mercenaries or lapdogs for humans."

Jeanette leaned forward toward Turogg and spoke with a soft tone. "No one is saying you are. But what does it matter to you, which humans you fight? Thesta, Sandora, Heste...these mean nothing to you, the treasure you win is the same, no matter whom you fight. If fighting one of those gets you extra gold, and the friendship of our land, why wouldn't you take the deal?"

"Hmph. What use is all the gold in your Kingdom, if we just give it back to you in trade? We cannot spend gold in the plains. We would have no recourse but to spend it here, and then have little to show for it. I require more than just gold and weapons to fight your war. My people need land. If you want our support you must give to me the rich land bordering our plains." Turogg's deep voice rumbled as he made the demand, which would include much of Frederick's Duchy of Haverset.

"Impossible! Why should we carve up our lands and give them to you instead of Heste? We cannot force our people to leave their lives behind and make room for your people." Frederick raised his voice as he angrily disagreed with the orc.

"Yet you want my people to leave their lives behind and die or your war? Yet you won't even give us land to live on?" Turogg rose from his chair, towering above the Duke of Haverset.

"Gentlemen, please." Jeanette rose from her chair at the end of the table. "Let us not forget that we are here today as friends. There is no need for anger or raised voices. I am sure there is a middle ground we can reach where everyone will be happy."

Turogg looked between Jeanette and Frederick, with a glimmer of suspicion in his eyes. "That may be so, but this discussion has been started under false pretenses. It is unfair that there are two of you and only me. I demand another emissary from my people to take part in the talk if it is to continue."

Jeanette glanced at Frederick, who held her gaze a moment before nodding. "Very well, Turogg, you may bring another to the table. But let it be someone you can trust, someone who won't tell all at a tavern or in some brothel tonight."

I will go fetch my brother, Bodak. He will not speak of things he should not. I shall return after the noon to resume. Good day until then, Queen Jeanette."

Turogg left, leaving Jeanette and Frederick alone. "I think that went well, Your Grace. He's interested in the idea, we just need to find agreeable terms."

"You are correct, Your Highness. He is ambitious though, he probably doesn't really believe he'll get the land he's asking for, which means he's after something else...I can't fathom what it would be however."

"We shall learn of it in time. While we recess, prepare the list of figures on gold and weapons we can supply him, and start to think of better ways he can use it...I have a few ideas of my own, I think there is a way we can solicit his help without giving his people a large presence in Zentara."

"At once, Your Highness. I will let you know when Turogg and his brother have returned." Frederick bowed and left the room, leaving Jeanette to wait for their return. It took several hours for Frederick, Turogg, and Bodak to return, giving Jeanette time to eat lunch and freshen up.

When they entered the room, Jeanette's paled and her jaw dropped. Jeanette recognized Bodak immediately from the long scar running down his cheek. The scarred orc, Bodak, stopped short when he recognized her as well. Bodak looked closer at her, seeming to study her face. Jeanette tried to hide her reaction, to hide the recognition, but it was too late. Bodak became yammering in a crude orcish tongue to Turogg, who gave Jeanette a sharp glance. The two orcs began talking back and forth, while Frederick gave Jeanette a confused look.




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Turogg began to laugh a bit, shaking his head, then gave Jeanette another look. Finally the two orcs stopped speaking and Turogg turned to Jeanette. "Queen Jeanette, I remember you said that we are here as friends, and this is true. It seems that these talks bring out the worst in us, which is bad for friendship. I say that we leave Duke Frederick and Bodak here deal with these talks, while we go work on friendship."

Jeanette shivered, growing paler at the implication. Though if she refused, they might say something in public. She had to know what they knew, and what they wanted. "That is a splendid idea, Turogg. I shall give you a tour of the castle while my Chancellor and your brother lay the groundwork for a lasting relationship between our people."

Jeanette and Turogg left the smirking Bodak and the bewildered Frederick and began touring the castle. "Queen Jeanette, I know you to be a close friend of the orc people. It is a pleasure to finally get my chance to know you."

Jeanette squirmed a bit, certain that Turogg knew exactly what he was saying. "Your people have always been a boon to my lands, and we are well pleased to have them visit as often as they can." 

Turogg chortled, a low, cackling laugh that sent a shiver down Jeanette's spine. "I am sure it is so. Now you give me personal tour of your castle, showing me every last corner and dark closet." Jeanette shot him a look, glowering slightly. "There are many fine places in this castle, but I'm sure you don't want to see any of the closets."

"Don't be so sure Queen Jeanette, many fun things happen in dark closets. Perhaps I could show you some, since you seem to not know it." Turogg laughed again, and then looked around to see who was present. "Perhaps now!" Turogg gripped Jeanette's arm with one hand, and with the other opened a door to a nearby closet and pulled her inside.

"Hey!" Jeanette gasped as she was pulled into the dark closet. It was almost pitch black inside, except for a brief sliver of light creeping in from under the door. Turogg's large frame nearly filled the small closet, leaving them little room to move. "You can't pull me in here! Release me, immediately!"

"You know why I brought you in here, Queen Jeanette, don't you? You know what Bodak told me..." Turogg reached for Jeanette in the darkness, and took hold of her body. His hands slid up her waist and sides. 

Jeanette faltered and her face warmed in the darkness. The feeling of his strong, muscular hands on her body brought back a rush of memories. Images of other orcs using at The Soiled Dove flashed through her mind, and caused her pussy to moisten and her heart to race. "I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

Turogg's low, snicker rolled over her in the darkness and made Jeanette shiver. "Yes you do little Queen Jeanette...or should I say, little whore Jeanette...you had a fine time spreading your legs for my brother, and for the other orcs of city...will you now deny me?"

Jeanette gulped and raised her hands. She balled them into fists and pressed them against Turogg's chest, though her protest was half-hearted. "That's...that's a lie...I would never...why would I ever be a whore? I'm a Queen!"

"You humans are so strange, who is to say why you do anything? Maybe you just like orc cock. Is that what you like Whore Queen Jeanette? You like orc cock?" Turogg wrapped his fingers around Jeanette's tit and squeezed, then pulled down on the low-cut dress, which caused her breasts to fall free. "Very nice Whore Queen, I can see why Bodak loved your tits so much..." Turogg's fingers stroked down the large breast, then plucked his fingertips at Jeanette's hard nipple, while his other hand started to roll up her voluminous skirt.

Jeanette whimpered and her will weakened as the closet heated up. Her heart began to race faster as the excitement brought on by Turogg's touch enflamed her. Jeanette bit her lip, and moaned softly as the orc's hand slid up her thigh and clasped her soaked puss.

"See? I knew it Queen Jeanette...wet...you love orc cock...you want me to fuck you right here, right now don't you?" Turogg gave Jeanette's breast another squeeze, then unlaced his trousers and pulled out his thick slanted cock. He squeezed his shaft as it hardened, and rubbed the thick bulbous head against Jeanette's moist slit.

Jeanette moaned, leaning back against the wall, spread her legs slightly and moaned. Each touch of the hot cock between her legs made her shudder and moan in delight. "Ah...n-no...that's not true..."

Turogg panted hotly onto Jeanette, and then dipped just the tip of his impressive cock inside her. "Oh you cannot deny it Queen Jeanette...there has been orc cock inside her, I can tell...and you want orc cock inside you again, don't you?"

Jeanette exhaled sharply as her pussy lips twitched in response to the fat cock sliding against her. The slick texture of the cork-screwed cock rubbing slit unleashed a cascade of memories from her time at the Soiled Dove. "I'm...I'm a Que-"

Jeanette's protest was cut off as Turogg thrust his hips, dipping the head and the first inch of his cock into Jeanette's pussy. Jeanette groaned, excitement dripping off the noise as she was filled for the first time in months. Just as she started to surreptitiously push her hips forward, Turogg pulled back, leaving Jeanette empty once more. "Well Queen Jeanette? Are you a whore for orc cock? Do you want my fat orc dick inside you now?"

As Jeanette tried to answer, Turogg pushed in again, causing her to smother her response with another moan as Turogg slid a little deeper inside. Jeanette opened her hands and pressed them to Turogg's chest. Her hands caressed his taut muscles while he thrust the shaft shallowly inside her, never giving her the full length. Turogg then pulled his cock all the way out, and slapped it against Jeanette's wet, engorged slit. Jeanette mewled in excitement as her fingers curled and pressed against Turogg's body. "Touch it Queen Jeanette, you know you want to..." 

Turogg moved his hand from Jeanette's breast and took her hand into his, then guided it down to his throbbing shaft. Jeanette's fingers curled around it of her own volition, then gave it a firm squeeze. Jeanette began to stroke him, slowly at first, and then faster as her heart beat faster. The palm of her hand glided over the curved ridges covering the surface of the cock.

"That's it Whore Queen Jeanette, stroke it. I knew you wanted it...and I am going to give it to you. We will have a make a whole new level of friendship between human and orc." Turogg grunted as Jeanette stroked his cock faster. She was spurred on by his words, which fueled her arousal. The thick shaft throbbed in her hands, pulsating against her fingers as they ran up and down the length of his cock.

"Oh...oh my..." Jeanette's words rolled out urgently as she jerked Turogg's cock. "I do want it...it's been so long..." Jeanette's resistance crumbled as she finally gave in to the dark urgings that had consumed her so many months ago. Her hand was a blur of motion as it slid up and down the fat, grey orc cock. One of Turogg's strong, calloused hand resumed kneading Jeanette's breast, while the other moved to her pert ass, grasping a handful of the flesh to massage it eagerly. The orc's large fingers curled around the flesh of Jeanette's tit, squeezing a little harder as his fingers swept up and down the inner curve of her ass cheek.

"Aaah...you are good at this Queen Jeanette...I can tell you were a whore...you have much experience holding cock..." Turogg grunted louder as Jeanette's hand stroked up to the slanted head of the cock and wrapped around it, squeezing and rubbing the sensitive tip with her palm. She pressed closer to Turogg, grinding her wet slit against the base of his cock while she rubbed the shaft against her body. Her gyrations made Turogg shudder and groan in delight. 

"Ah...I need it Turogg...please, put it inside me now..." Jeanette whined in need as she humped his cock, grinding harder against it. Turogg grinned widely at her submission, and then brought both of his hands down to the back of her thighs and lifted them up. Holding her legs in the air with Jeanette's back against the wall, he shoved his cock inside her all the way, pushing until his cock hit the roof of her slit.

"Mmm!" Jeanette's moan resounded in the small closet as she was finally fully stuffed. Turogg began to thrust, pumping away inside Jeanette's cunt quickly and forcefully. Each movement of his hips shook Jeanette back and forth, banking her into the back wall of the closet. The feeling of the ribbed cock sliding against her insides again after so many months drove her wild. Their passionate grunts filled the room as they fucked eagerly. "Better quiet down, Whore Queen Jeanette. You make so much noise, then maybe someone hears. Opens door. Sees precious Queen being fucked by orc in closet."

Turogg's hips slapped against Jeanette's wet pussy lips, mixing the sound of their smacking together with the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of the drenched puss. Jeanette clenched her eyes tightly together, the image of the closet door opening and her being exposed flashing in her mind. The idea made her jolt and shudder, causing her to clench tightly around his cock. She squeezed him firmly inside her, then released and began bucking her hips faster and harder into his powerful thrusts.

"Hah...Whore Queen Jeanette likes idea? Wants everyone to know she is orc whore? Maybe you better moan louder then, I think someone is coming right now!"

"Nng!" Jeanette but down hard on her lower lip as she heard footsteps approaching the closet. She gripped Turogg's shoulders tighter, pinching her fingernails into his tough skin as he continued to pound away at her. Despite the danger of being overheard, Turogg didn't stop fucking Jeanette. He actually started fucking harder, and faster. The increased friction of the bulbous mounds on the dick rubbing her inner walls made it much harder to restrain from the loud moans. The footsteps paused outside the closet and Jeanette's heart seized in her throat. Through the sound of the fucking and Turogg's grunts, Jeanette good hear muffled whispers, and then giggling before the steps continued on.

Jeanette's heart sank even as relief washed over her. She wouldn't be found out, but still people out there knew that someone was getting fucked in here. Jeanette extended her legs and braced them against the door, then began to launch back and forth from the door to the wall, throwing herself on and off the cock eagerly. Turogg slid one hand up to Jeanette's backside again, this time slipping an index finger into her backside, leaving it lodged there as they coupled. Her movements made her ass crush around the finger while she jerked her hips from side to side, stirring the cock against the sensitive inner walls of her pussy.

"That's it Queen Jeanette...I'm going to cum! I'm going to shoot seed deep inside your belly!" Turogg slapped Jeanette's breast with her other hand, then lifted it and pressed it hard against his hand as he groaned out loud, cockhead tingling as he rode the edge of climax. Jeanette shuddered and convulsed as her own climax hit. The spasming pussy enveloping his monstrous orc cock triggered Turogg's own climax, and his cock erupted inside Jeanette, flooding her canal with his hot, sticky seed.

"Ah! Oh yes Queen Jeanette! You are a good orc whore! You have had much practice with this I can tell..." Turogg panted while he caught his breath, clutching the quivering Jeanette in a tight embrace as her legs fell off the closet door from the exhaustion following her powerful orgasm. Turogg's thick tusks pressed uncomfortable into the top of her head as she rested against him.

As his erection softened, Turogg pulled it out of Jeanette, wiped it on her inner thigh, and tucked it back in his pants. The flushed Jeanette pulled down her skirt and tried to straighten it as best she could, then pushed her breasts back into her dress. "Turogg...that was insane. We cannot do this again..."

The tall orc gave Jeanette a leering grin. "Yes we can, Queen Jeanette...can and will. You like it too, you won't say no. Now come, it is time to return to Bodak and Frederick to see how they do." Turogg listened intently at the closet door, then opened it a crack to peek out. Satisfied that no one was around, he opened the door fully and brought out Jeanette and himself. 

As they walked back the way they came, Jeanette's heart plummeted. She had just entered into an affair with the orc she was supposed to be negotiating with. Though she knew it wasn't wise, she did like, and wanted it. She had been alone these past months and missed the sexual awakening she had experienced before her parents died, even if it did result in a half-orc child.

It was clear that Turogg had no intention of having this be a onetime fling, and intended to continue the affair. Perhaps she could do it, since Turogg was going to be her ally anyway. She would have to take precautions, of course. She could not end up pregnant again, that would be a disaster. But if she could use her body to manipulate Turogg in the negotiations, and satisfy her own desires at the same, time, would that be so bad? As they returned to the meeting room where Bodak and Frederick were negotiating, Turogg had a big grin on his face. After opening the door, he made an announcement in his booming voice. "In the interest of friendship, Queen Jeanette has invited a group of my people to stay here in the castle as proper guests!"

Jeanette was shocked at the pronouncement. Clearly she was going to have to be more careful about who manipulated who in this arrangement. Frederick looked at Jeanette with confusion in his eyes, while she put on a trembling smile and tried to act like it was her idea. Jeanette understood the implication that if she didn't allow this, then her secret might start making the rounds. She finally broke into a smile, and nodded along with Turogg's pronouncement. 

Bodak gave his brother a knowing grin, while Jeanette gave Frederick a look signaling that she would explain later, though of course she could not possibly tell him the truth. "We are delighted to welcome Turogg and his people into the castle as our guests. He has traveled far to meet with us, and living together will only help bring our people closer together."

Jeanette looked between Turogg, Bodak, and Frederick, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Now, Turogg and Bodak, I shall get you settled into quarters here in the castle, where you can discuss today's negotiations while I meet with the Duke of Haverset. We can meet once again this evening for dinner."

Turogg nodded, and signaled his brother who rose from the table. Jeanette brought them to a servant, and gave orders that quarters should be prepared for Turogg, Bodak, and eight others in the guest wing of the castle. After they were settled, Jeanette went to find Frederick to hear how the negotiations had progressed.

"Your Highness, I am surprised that you invited the orcs to move into the castle. I had thought we decided it would be less alerting to keep them outside the castle. King Connor doubtless has spies in the city who will make quick note that we're meeting with the orcs." Frederick looked worried and a bit confused at this unexpected direction the plan had taken.

"If Heste's spies see us meeting with orcs, I doubt they will think we mean to ally with them. They will probably think that we're trying to buy them off of Thesta and Sandora, to free them to support us. With a bit of luck, they will be more cautious in putting pressure on us if they think there might be retaliation." Jeanette spoke quickly, spitting out the words she had rehearsed to try and justify the decision.

"You might be right, Your Highness...but still, this plan is risky enough...changing it in the middle is dangerous, especially if you don't let me know what you're going to do."

"I know, Your Grace, and you're right. But Turogg brought it up and was insulted, seeing it as a slight. If we want his friendship, and if we want to help the orcs civilize, we're going to have to treat them as equal and as we would any other guest we invited to the castle." Jeanette bit her lip, hoping that Frederick would accept the logic of her argument. There was a certain logic to it, after all...

"You may be right, Your Highness. If Turogg insisted...even still, this might be the beginning of a slippery slope. If we put all our hope and trust in the orcs, we will be beholden to them, and they will be able to demand more and more. We have not been able to progress beyond them demanding a cession of our territory so they can create their own independent kingdom, as well as a large gold award to fund its creation." Frederick sighed softly. "It was a long discussion that went in circles. I'm not sure if we will be able to budge them." 

"They haven't left yet, Your Grace. They are testing us to see what they can get away with. We have to stay firm and stay strong. I still do not doubt that we can come to an equitable arrangement, satisfying for all of us." Jeanette did still believe that, despite what had happened with Turogg today. She still hoped she could use the arrangement to help solidify the alliance. "I am going to retire to my room now, Your Grace. It has been an exhausting day. I shall see you and our guests for dinner." 

"Until then, Your Highness." Frederick bowed, and Jeanette left to return to her room. Once there, she went immediately to her nightstand and opened a small drawer. She pulled out a small flask, containing the same elixir that she drank at The Soiled Dove. This at least would prevent her from conceiving another half-orc child. Jeanette drank it, and then crawled into her bed to rest and consider her strategy for dealing with Turogg.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 06



Dinner that night passed uneventfully, with no further improprieties by Turogg. Of the ten orcs invited to stay in the castle, only Bodak and Turogg joined them for dinner. They were actually quite social, and Jeanette found them easy to get along with. Even Susannah, who joined them for dinner, was able to get over her nervousness and join in the conversation, quizzing them endlessly about life among the orc tribes.

When negotiations resumed the next day, it was decided that Jeanette and Turogg would join them, to help in overcoming the impasse that was reached the previous day. Despite her heart being in her throat due to Turogg's presence, and wondering what he would do, Jeanette found herself able to stay focused, participate in and guide the negotiations.

"You must see, Turogg that we cannot agree to cede any portion of Zentara to your control as an independent Kingdom. That would defeat the whole purpose of seeking you aid, to keep Zentara whole and free from the machinations of Heste." Jeanette's frustration with the negotiations was thankfully overpowering the twisted emotions she had been feeling due to the orc's intentions.

"I do not see why not. Your enemy seeks all of your Kingdom. I seek only part. It is still the better deal." Turogg's simplicity had an unwavering logic to it, which made it all the more difficult for Jeanette.

"If we make that deal with you we are guaranteed to lose part of the Kingdom. If we do not, we only might lose the Kingdom. That is the difference, Turogg. I am prepared to risk all for the chance of total victory. However, this is an alternative that might meet both our needs. In our lands, there is a possibility for the lands in one Kingdom to be owned by a subject, or even ruler, of another. Inside this Kingdom, you would an honored guest as a foreign leader. But you would own land and estates. Yes, the people who live on those lands would owe fealty to me through you, but you yourself would remain independent."

Turogg's brow furrowed as he tried to understand the caveats and qualifications of Jeanette's offer. After conferring with Bodak in their native tongue, he turned back to Jeanette. "So you say that I own the land, but the people remain yours?"

"Something like that, Turogg. They would work for you, follow your orders, do as you say...but you would have to pay taxes from their income to me, as well as fight for me when called upon."

Turogg leaned forward toward Jeanette. "How much land are you offering in this arrangement?"

Frederick chimed in to answer. "We are prepared allow you to build a castle, as well as land enough for five thousand settlers to build new lives."

"A castle, and five thousand orcs to settle? That is not enough. It will take hundreds of thousands of orcs to fight your war for you, and you want to reward only five thousand? That is not enough. If you want us to fight for you, we need land for one hundred thousand orcs to settle down."

Frederick angrily objected. "A hundred thousand? Ridiculous! Impossible!" 

Bodak banged his hand hard on the table and stood up. "Are you calling Chief Turogg ridiculous?"

Jeanette rose as well, gesturing for everyone to calm down. "Gentlemen, please let us restrain ourselves. There is no need to get upset, we are simply voicing our desires, and there is still room to negotiate. We have come to an agreement already on the form of compensation to Chief Turogg for the alliance, now we are simply deciding on quantity."

"Queen Jeanette speaks true. Calm, brother, I know that Duke Frederick was not insulting. You have made your offer, we have made ours. Let us break for now to consider each offer, and where we are able to meet in the middle. Excuse us, Queen Jeanette. I will see you again soon." Turogg gave Jeanette a knowing grin, and then left the meeting hall with Bodak.

After a brief consultation with Frederick on the plans for tomorrow, Jeanette spent the rest of the day meeting with her subjects. Several merchants came to present their offerings for the celebrations following the coronation, now scheduled to occur in four days. She also heard petitions from some commoners, and reviewed plans for further mobilization of peasants from the fields in order to challenge any invasion from Heste.

At the end of the day, Jeanette retired to her quarters, and dismissed the servants after being undressed for bed. Jeanette ran her fingers over her sides, stroking the sore spots left by the tightly laced corset she was wearing that day. Jeanette turned to get into bed, and then gasped as a shadow fell across her. Jeanette wrapped one arm over her chest and placed her hand between her legs to cover herself. Before she could scream, a hulking figure stepped out from a hidden door in the back of the room. Jeanette exhaled sharply as she recognized Turogg, who had apparently made his way through the servant wing into her room.

"Turogg! What are you doing here? You can't be here!" Jeanette scolded Turogg, who didn't seem the least abashed. "You know what I am doing here, Queen Jeanette." Turogg wide grin was framed by his tusks as he advanced across the room toward Jeanette, who backed away slowly at his approach. "I let you set agreement today, now it is time for me to make demand." Jeanette reached out to Jeanette, holding her by the shoulders, and then pulled her naked body close to his.

"How did you even get in here?" Jeanette shivered a bit, letting her arm fall off her breasts as she drew closer to Turogg, until her nipples grazed over his muscular chest. 

"It is not hard, if you know how. The servants were quick to clear out of the way when I entered their quarters. They all went into hiding and I used a secret passage to walk right up here."

Anger welled up inside her at the ease with which the orc made it into her room, and how quickly her servants gave him free reign. In a way though, it was her own fault for allowing the orcs into the castle. She should have realized the effect it would have on the commoners. "But how did you know it was there? I didn't even know it was there!" 

Turogg grabbed Jeanette's ass, lifted her up, and brought her to the bed before throwing her down onto the mattress. "Do not concern yourself, Queen Jeanette. There are many secrets in this castle, are there not? Best focus on our agreement tonight. This will be a compromise we can both enjoy."

Jeanette collapsed back on the bed with a soft grunt, spreading her legs and arms out as she settled in to the soft sheets. She watched Turogg undress, her heart beating faster as her excitement grew while watching her lover's body reveal itself. The massive orc then climbed atop her, straddling her waist and pinned her to the bed. His hot, erect cock slapped between Jeanette's bountiful bosom. The large, rough hands closed around each breast and squeezed, then wrapped them around his dick, enveloping the throbbing ribbed member with the soft flesh. He held them there a moment, then let them fall free off his dick. Turogg spit in his hand, and then rubbed the saliva along his cock to wet it, before pushing Jeanette's tits back around it. He then began to slide his fat, slanted cock in and out through Jeanette's thick cleavage.

"Very nice, Queen Jeanette. You have an excellent body for pleasing orc cock. Tell me you like this agreement that I propose." Jeanette grunted as she felt her sensitive tits mash around the hot, ribbed, meat and stroked the loose skin up and down with her chest. Despite how desperately hot her pussy was, she couldn't give herself any relief as Turogg had her arms pinned to her sides with his legs. 

"I'm...I'm pleased with it, Turogg..." Jeanette whined and squirmed, twisting beneath the orc's heavy body as best she could, trying to push her hips upward but finding herself unable to lift off the bed.

Turogg continued to play with Jeanette's breasts, stroking his monstrous cock faster and harder with them. His fingers danced across her nipples, flicking and rubbing the hard nubs until a trickle of milk began to dribble out. Turogg twirled his finger around the droplets and collected it on his fingertips, then licked them off his fingers. He began to knead and massage her breasts as he fucked her tits, until a steady stream of milk began to drip down her breasts, coating her chest. 

Jeanette panted harder, flushing a deep red as she felt herself leak. Her mother's milk pooled between her breasts, further lubricating Turogg's cock as it slipped in and out of her cleavage. Jeanette looked down at the thick cock with the peculiar cork-screw shape and ribbed texture, yearning to have it inside her again. "Oooh...please, Turogg...please put it inside me...I need it!" 

Turogg laughed throatily at the begging. "You ask so nicely, Queen Jeanette, I cannot refuse." Turogg shimmied back off Jeanette, and then leaned down to lick the milk from her body. His long tongue lapped at the puddles of milk, swirling them around his tongue before his lips wrapped around a nipple. His tusks rubbed the sides of her breasts as he suckled on her, devouring her milk as his thick, throbbing cock bounced and pressed between Jeanette's legs.

Jeanette's hand stroked through Turogg's hair, holding him to her breast while she undulated beneath him, rubbing her pussy back against his hard erection. Her other hand slid up and down the orc's back, caressing the bulging muscles as she panted in need. After a moment, Turogg rose from Jeanette's chest and looked down at her with a wide grin, milk gleaming off his lips. Turogg pressed his hands to the back of Jeanette's thighs, lifting her legs and bending them back till her head rested between them. 

Holding his cock in one hand, he slapped it against Jeanette's slick nether lips, smearing her wet juices over the length of it. Turogg then prepared to press the cock inside of her. Instead of aiming it at Jeanette's pussy, he instead circled the cockhead around Jeanette's anal ring. A quick, deep thrust later and Jeanette's ass was impaled by the hard orc dick. Jeanette gasped in surprise as the bumps on the cock stretched her ass apart and made the walls cling to its contours. She groaned in frustration as her need went unsatisfied. Even still, as Turogg began to push his cock in and out of her tight ass, she lifted her hips in response, riding him right back.

"Oh Queen Jeanette, your ass is so tight. Heh, but not as tight as other human women I've had. I can tell you've done this before. Even after all these months your ass hasn't tightened back the way it was. Now it never shall, I shall keep you nice and stretched for orc cock only from now on!" Turogg heaved as he buggered Jeanette's rear, a look of glee on his face at the prospect of fucking the human queen regularly from now on.

Turogg kissed Jeanette's ankle, and his tusks stroked her leg as he licked the side of her calf as he pounded away at Jeanette's ass, molding her into the shape of his monstrous orc cock. Jeanette reached down to rub her clit, but Turogg stopped her. His large hand grabbed both of hers, pinning them in his grip as he held them above her head. Jeanette whimpered, her pussy throbbing with need as she tried in vain to lift her hips up high enough to reach the orc's body. The frantic bucking of her hips only gave Turogg more pleasure, while she was unable to achieve any friction on her needy, sensitive nether lips.

Turogg pressed more of his weight down on Jeanette's legs, bending her further back as he plowed deeper and deeper into her bottom. Turogg's bulbous cock swelled inside Jeanette as his pleasure grew, his cockhead growing more sensitive in the vice-like grip of the woman's ass. His free hand slid between their bodies, searching out Jeanette's slippery cunt. His long tongue extended from his mouth, licking Jeanette's lips. Jeanette opened her mouth to meet it, sucking on the tip hungrily. Turogg enjoyed the kiss a moment, before pulling his head back. "All your pleasure comes from me now, Jeanette." Turogg's strong fingertip pressed down on her swollen clit, rubbing it slowly with firm pressure. "All your pleasure comes from orcs. You get it from us..." Turogg's fingers began to rub faster as hips moved quicker. "Not from others...not even from yourself..." Turogg grunted between each sentence as he struggled to hold back his climax. Jeanette's pleasure welled up inside her, quickly reaching the bursting point. "Say it, Queen Jeanette...admit it...you know the pleasure it will bring you to surrender it to me..." Turogg's grip tightened on Jeanette's wrist, squeezing them harder and harder as his hips slapped violently against her cheeks. 

"Ah! Yes! It comes from you! My pleasure comes from you and all orcs!" Jeanette cried out the words in a shrill voice before she exploded in climax, her cry filling the room as her head swam with the ecstasy of her orgasm. Turogg held Jeanette's clit firmly, rubbing it between his fingertips to prolong her pleasure. The orc's own climax hit shortly thereafter from Jeanette's climax induced clenching. His cock burst inside the woman, flooding her insides with hot gushes of cum as he emptied his balls deep in her ass.

As Turogg's climax subsided, he released the weight from her legs and pushed them to the sides, allowing her to wrap them around his waist. Turogg's cock continued to twitch and spurt inside Jeanette as he pressed his lips to her face again, kissing her once again as they rested in post coital bliss. "You did good, Jeanette. I look forward to our discussions tomorrow, since they will form our discussions tomorrow night. Yes, Queen Jeanette, I think tomorrow will be a very interesting day."

There was something in Turogg's eyes that she didn't like, but for the moment she didn't care. If tomorrow's negotiations ended as successfully, and led to a night like tonight, then she would truly have nothing to complain about. "I'm sure it will, Turogg." Jeanette looked up at the orc with a grin. "Every day brings a closer friendship between humans and orcs. I am humbled to be the ambassador of that friendship." Jeanette tittered softly at the joked, then sighed as Turogg's cock softened and slipped out of her. 

Turogg rose off of Jeanette and quickly redressed. "I look forward to seeing you in the morning, Queen Jeanette. We have much to discuss." "Turogg grinned at her, and then stepped back into the shadows, leaving the room via the secret passage he used to enter.

When Jeanette awoke the next morning her bottom was still sore from the night before. Her body felt dirty, as Jeanette had collapsed into bed after Turogg left and didn't get an opportunity to wash herself after their time together. She supposed she would have to start keeping fresh water and a washcloth in her room, if Turogg had the ability to make these unannounced visits. Perhaps if she started having her ladies sleeping in the solar, Turogg would not come into the room to be with her. Or perhaps he would still come, and her secret would be revealed. Either way, Jeanette wasn't sure she wanted him to stay away. She had a wonderful time the night before with him, and was eager to meet with him again today.

Like she did so many months ago when working at The Soiled Dove, Jeanette stayed in bed that morning while her servants drew her bath, then dismissed them so she could bathe herself. Jeanette did not want to risk her servants seeing any of the evidence of her previous night while she was being cleaned.

After she was cleaned and dressed, Susannah came to see Jeanette. "Good morning, Your Highness. I trust you slept well?"

"Tolerably well, Susannah. Tolerably." Jeanette tried to restrain her smile, and hoped that she wasn't still glowing. Though Susannah would probably be the most understanding person in court towards the relationship, she still did not want it getting out.

"Will you see Agmar, today? He misses his mother dreadfully."

Since the arrival of the orcs in the city, Jeanette had stayed away from Agmar. Inviting the orcs was suspicious enough, Jeanette did not want to compound that by visiting a half-orc child. It was difficult for her not to see her son, and she missed him terribly. Agmar had been given a room in a little used guest wing of the castle with his wet-nurse to keep him hidden. Jeanette hoped the negotiations would not continue much longer, and an agreement would be made so she could begin rebuilding her life in the city as Queen. "I do not think so, Susannah. You know it is too dangerous, especially with the orcs inside the castle now. The risk of exposure is too great."

"I am surprised you invited them in the castle, especially after what happened to you. Are you sure it is safe?"

"Yes I think it will be. You've met Turogg and Bodak, and they are decent gentlemen, more or less. They will not allow any of their retinue to get out of line in the castle."

"You're right about that. They are gentlemen, aren't they?" Susannah laughed slightly. "They are not at all what I was expecting. When you told me that an orcish chief was going to be coming, I imagined a big, fearsome, exotic barbarian walking around naked and eating with his hands."

Jeanette gave her friend a teasing grin. "Oh? You were imagining naked orcs, were you?"

Susannah blushed at Jeanette's words. "Oh you know I didn't mean it like that, Jeanette!"

"Of course you didn't, dear. I'm just teasing you."

"They are more civilized than I expected, though. I felt like such a ninny, that first night having dinner with them. I could barely speak a word in their presence. But they're really not that much different than you or I, except in their looks."

Jeanette grinned at her. "I'm sure you'll get the opportunity to make up for it. They are likely to be here at least another week, which means they'll be here for the festivities following the coronation. You might even get to dance with one!"

Susannah tittered at that. "You think? I bet it would hardly be like dancing at all. They're so big and strong they could just lift me up and twirl around."

"Well we shall have to find out, won't we? Should I ask Turogg to invite you to dance?"

"I'm sure my father wouldn't like it, not one bit. He is very supportive of your plan, Jeanette, but he doesn't trust the orcs, especially not with his daughter."

Jeanette thought that Frederick had good reason to be concerned, if the actions of Turogg were anything to go by. "Perhaps that's for the best then. Although with so many orcs about, they're going to have to dance with somebody."

"I'm sure they don't even know how to dance, Your Highness. They probably won't miss a thing."

"You're right, my dear. Anyway, I must be off to today's negotiation. Give Agmar a kiss for me. I shall see you tonight for supper."

Susannah curtsied for Jeanette. "I will. Have a good day, Your Highness."

After Susannah left, Jeanette went to the meet with Frederick, and Turogg for the next round of negotiations. "Gentlemen, thank you for returning again this morning. We made good progress yesterday, agreeing that a tract of land, which will remain Zentaran, will be awarded to Turogg, to be used for the settlement of his people. We now need to work toward an agreement on the size of the land awarded, and the number of orcs given license to settle in the Kingdom."

"Before we begin, let me say I am sorry that Bodak cannot be with us today. I sent him to camp outside the city to help see to the needs of my people." Turogg's booming voice shook Jeanette, being so loud for this early in the morning. 

"That is quite alright, Turogg. I am pleased you are here to negotiate with us, even with less delegates than we have."

Frederick leaned forward to address the orcs. "We are prepared to raise our offer to land for two castles, two cities, and settlement rights for thirty thousand orcs."

Turogg thought about that number for a moment. "That is much less insulting then yesterday's offer, but it is still not enough. We would need for at least sixty-five thousand of my people to live here. We only require one castle, but do not wish to be restricted on the number of settlements. My people must be free to live how and where they wish, within the boundaries of the land."




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 06



"Thirty thousand is too much, let alone over twice that!" Frederick angrily retorted.

"Calm yourself, Your Grace. At least we are closer now than we were. Perhaps there is a way for us both to be satisfied. Let us table that for a moment to discuss the means of support, as that should and will factor into how much land you are granted. How many troops can you bring to the fight, Chief Turogg?"

Turogg contemplated this a moment, before turning back to Jeanette. "I have one hundred thousand orc warriors that could be sent to fight for you."

Jeanette looked at Frederick after hearing the number. One hundred thousand warriors would give them a numerical superiority over the Hestens, though with the caveat that Heste could draw upon its superior manpower to replace its losses, while the orcs could not.

"One hundred thousand warriors would be of great assistance. There are some other considerations that need to be discussed as well, such as the tactics and strategy to engage in, as well as issues of command and supply of the forces." Jeanette guided the discussion onward, drawing the orcs into committing to a strategy even though they had yet to agree to the alliance.

"Provide us with horses and food, and we will set their lands on fire. They will be too busy chasing us to bother you, Queen Jeanette." Despite Turogg's confidence, Frederick shook his head.

"That will not work, Chief Turogg. Our border with Heste is not like your border with Thesta and Sandora. There are no wide open spaces for you to dart in and out of, only a narrow pass that they will be able to defend, and intercept your forces as soon as they pass through. We must seize the pass, and hold it to keep them at bay. We will be able to maintain an army in the field longer than they will. When they have no choice but to send their soldiers home, then we can strike."

"Stay in one place waiting to be attacked? Do we look weak to you? Like cowards? We should strike at our enemies, keep them waiting for us so we can fight when and where we wish to!" Turogg's voice got higher again as his temper flared.

After listening to them discuss their ideas, Jeanette interjected her own opinion. "We need to defeat them quickly, gentlemen. We need a single, decisive victory to scatter their host. If we wait too long to bring them to battle then they will simply levy more men, until they outnumber us once again."

"Hah! One orc warrior is worth several of their men. They will not be able to have enough to be able to overcome us."

"Do not underestimate their manpower, or their ability, Turogg. This is not the same kind of warfare that you're used to. The Thestans and the Sandorans had no reason to pursue you into the Angrian March, so you've never faced their forces in a pitched battle. If you provoke them too much, they could gather their forces and march straight into our territory. Then you'll have no land to build upon."

Frederick gave Jeanette a long look. "So what do you propose then, Your Highness?"

"I am not sure yet, for the moment I think we need to wait, and not tip our hand. Let them commit their forces, and when we discover their plan we can ambush them with our surprise superior numbers. In any event, we've not yet gathered our full forces. How long would it take you to bring your warriors here, Turogg?"

Turogg mentally calculated the times. "It will take near three months for me to gather forces and march them into position."

Jeanette sighed softly. "That is a long time, but I do not see how it could be done any quicker."

"In order to move that quickly my warriors must leave behind the chattel we keep. I require food from you to sustain them."

Frederick flipped through some of the figures and papers before him, before chiming in. "That should not be a problem; we have plenty of foodstuffs stores. I can send the orders to begin distributing it at certain way points along the route of march. We should also discuss that route, so the people can be prepared for the large army marching through."

"Very good, Your Grace. Turogg, are there any other supplies your forces will need?" Jeanette smiled to herself, pleased that she had gotten them planning the response in such detail. 

"More horses, and steel weapons. You have much better smiths than we do."

Jeanette looked at Frederick for guidance. "We could have the army stop at Caeldor en route to the Lyskean Pass. They can collect arms there, though they should not tarry. Take what is available and keep moving."

"Then it seems like we have a plan; very good, gentlemen. I suggest that we table the discussion here, and resume tomorrow. I believe I have a solution that will satisfy both parties. For now, let us break and reflect on ways to implement our plans." Jeanette smiled at both men, and Turogg departed to return to the guest quarters where he was staying.

"What is this solution of yours, Your Highness?" Frederick looked at Jeanette curiously, interested in her idea, but a little worried at how accommodating she was being with the orcs. 

"I believe we need decisive action, Your Grace. Once we come to an agreement with the orcs, we shall endeavor to get an endorsement of the alliance from Sandora and Thesta. Perhaps even get them to join. If we can crush the Hesten army in a pitched battle, we can spill through the Lyskean Pass and seize the entire Duchy of Braden. We'll allow the orcs to settle that, and build a buffer zone between us and Heste. It will keep the orcs off The Thestan and Sandoran border, so if they threaten to intervene, Heste will have no choice but to cede Braden and sue for peace."

"That is a bold plan, Your Highness. Much will depend on getting cooperation from Thesta and Sandora. If they threaten to invade if Heste doesn't agree to the peace terms after the battle, then the war will continue. We will have trouble holding onto Braden once the element of surprise has been lost. We will also have difficulty besieging their castles with the bulk of our forces consisting of orcs. They are not known for their...patience."

"You're right, Your Grace, but I have faith. If we can smash their army, and if we can get Thesta and Sandora to support us, we shall be victorious. Their castles will not be able to hold out if Heste surrenders." Jeanette rose from the table and bid farewell to Frederick, then eagerly returned to her quarters to await the next visit from Turogg.

After returning to her quarters, the servants removed her dress, after which Jeanette dismissed them. Jeanette reclined atop her bed, wearing nothing but her shift, stockings and a garter belt. Her heart pounded faster as the moments passed, her eyes locked on the secret entrance to her quarters as she waited for the orc chieftain to arrive.

When the door slid open Jeanette's chest tightened and her stomach leapt to her throat. Turogg grinned widely as he saw Jeanette waiting for him, sprawled out in the bed in her sexy night clothes. "Ready and waiting for me, Queen Jeanette? Just what I like to see. Just how it should be."

Jeanette smiled, a soft purr vibrating in her throat. "I've been anxiously awaiting you, Turogg. Ever since the meeting ended."

"Yes, the meeting. You think you are very smart, Queen Jeanette. And that I am not so smart. But I am smarter than you think. Smart enough to know that today you tricked me into planning the attack before we agreed on price. Smart enough to know that you have a secret..." Turogg grinned wider as he walked across the room, moving closer to Jeanette.

Jeanette blushed a bit at being called out. "Do not take it so personally, Turogg. I am merely helping you do what is in your best interest. I know that must sound arrogant and conceited...but I truly do believe it. My future is your future, Turogg. Friendship between our peoples is the best thing for both of us."

"No doubt it is, Queen Jeanette, no doubt it is. Our friendship will create many good things I'm sure. Just like your past friendship with orcs, yes?"

Jeanette looked confused for a moment. "My past friendship with orcs? What do you mean?" 

Turogg gave a long laugh. "You know what I mean, Queen Jeanette. The green baby. Your baby. Did you think I would not know? The Whore Queen who lies with orcs...then disappears for nine months, and returns with milky breasts and a half-orc baby?"

Jeanette gasped in shock, and tried to splutter a defense before being cut off by Turogg. "Do not try to lie, Queen Jeanette. The look on your face explains all. There is no denying it now. I can see the truth. I saw it in the baby's face. Your son's face. Bodak found him today, while we were in meeting." Turogg began to laugh again. "And now you are friends with me. Are you going to bear my child as well?" Turogg reached Jeanette and touched her face, lifting her chin to make her look up toward him.

Jeanette bit her lip, and then shook her head. "No...I, I have a tonic that will keep me from getting pregnant. After what happened last time...I didn't want it to happen again."

"A tonic? Like a potion? Let me see it." Jeanette reached into her nightstand and took out the small bottle to show him. Turogg looked at it a moment, then placed it back down on the nightstand. "Can this be true, Queen Jeanette? You don't want to carry my child?" Turogg climbed atop Jeanette, then lowered his face down to hers and kissed her deeply. His tusks pressed into Jeanette's cheeks while her lips parted for the orc. She moaned into the kiss as her tongue struck out to tangle with Turogg's.

"Mmm..." Jeanette reached up, placing her hands on Turogg's broad shoulders as she melted into his embrace. Her stocking clad legs parted slightly, and she lifted her hips upward to press against the bulge straining from his crotch. Jeanette's heart swelled and she rubbed her body eagerly against the orc.

"Nothing to say, Queen Jeanette?" Turogg ran his large hand over Jeanette's stocking, up her leg, pushing the slip over her hips. His palm pressed against the woman's slit, and then began rolling it over her vulva. "You're very wet, Queen Jeanette...I think you do want my child. You want my big orc cock inside you, fucking you hard until I fill your womb with my children, don't you?"

Jeanette's hands slid down the muscular back, and then reached around to unlace his breeches, freeing his cock so she could rub it against her needy snatch. The old addiction had been growing inside her since her first encounter with Turogg, and now it was enflaming her body. "Yes...I want it inside me...I want your huge orc dick filling me!"

Turogg began to breathe faster as Jeanette's small, soft hand grasped his slanted dick and slid it over the hot, wet cunt. "Say all of it, Queen Jeanette..." 

Jeanette whimpered shrilly as the fat cockhead brushed over her clit. "I want your cock to explode inside of me! I want you to fill me up with your children!"

Turogg pushed off Jeanette and gripped her tightly by the hips and spun her around. He set Jeanette on all fours, with her ass high in the air facing him. Gripping his cock in one hand, he guided it to her swollen labia and spread them, then slammed his fat shaft deep into Jeanette. She moaned eagerly, lifting her hips up to meet the thrust, and then pushed back against his dick wantonly.

Turogg started to thrust in and out, grinding his thick meat in and out of Jeanette's sex. "Pick up your potion, Queen Jeanette." Turogg rammed his cock in hard to emphasize his command, leaving it buried deep inside her as he shook his hips from side to side. 

Jeanette exhaled sharply, and then reached to the night stand to lift the bottle with a trembling hand. As she lifted the bottle, Turogg tightened his grip on her hips, and pushed and pulled her, fucking himself with her hot body. Their flesh slapped together noisily as he jerked her body, making her squeal in pleasure as the throbbing, bulbous meat rubbed her sensitive inner walls. "Now pour it out, Queen Jeanette...you don't need it anymore, do you?" Jeanette continued to squeal and whimper in delight as Turogg fucked her. She hesitated at his command, her grip tightening around the small bottle. "Do it! You want my cock...you love it. You admitted your pleasure comes from me. You admitted you want my cock exploding inside you. You admitted you want to be filled with my babies. If you want it, if you want to keep getting it, pour it out!"

Jeanette's head bobbed and jerked as her mind clouded, the pervasive lust drowning her thoughts. Her heart swam with desire, to please Turogg and to be his, even as her mind rebelled against the perilous consequences of following his orders. As Turogg used her as a fuck toy, her arousal grew and grew, nearing a climax as she lowered her head to the pillow, and lifted her hips higher in offering to him. She finally came to a decision, and with a tremulous whimper unstopped the bottle, and tipped it over, letting the tonic splash into a puddle on the floor beside her bed.

Turogg howled in pleasure at the sight of the queen dumping out the tonic and slammed in his as deep inside Jeanette as he could, ramming her cervix with the slanted tip of his cock. The head exploded inside, flooding Jeanette's puss with his hot, potent cum. The strong thrust rocked Jeanette hard, making her drop the bottle, and causing it to shatter on the floor. The sound of breaking glass and the hot splash of cum inside her triggered Jeanette's own climax, making her shudder violently as the pleasure coursed through her.

Jeanette fell forward, face pressed against the mattress as she panted. Her pussy twitched around Turogg's still hard cock, and before she had a chance to recover, he grabbed her thigh and lifted it up, spinning Jeanette around on his stick so that she lay flat on her back. "I'm going to fuck you again, Queen Jeanette...and again after that. And again. All night long. I'm going to fill you up with all my cum and plant another half-orc in your womb!"

"Ah!" Tiny aftershocks rippled through Jeanette as she was spun around the thick orc cock. His words only fanned the fuel of her lust. Her thoughts weren't coherent, just flashes of images. Images of herself being fucked by a gang orcs. Images of her belly swollen with another child. Images of herself surrounded by a legion of Turogg's half-orc children. Jeanette spread her legs wider, planting her feet flat on the mattress. She pumped her hips upward, pumping the cock in and out of her spooge filled cunt.

Turogg began to thrust again, his heavy, cum laden balls slapping against Jeanette's backside as he met her thrusts eagerly. One hand crushed Jeanette's breast, kneading it roughly as he lowered his head to bite the opposite neck, nibbling the skin and slobbering over her soft skin.

Jeanette gripped the back of Turogg's head, holding him to her neck as the other wrapped around his thick body. "Mmm...oh...fuck me Turogg! Shove your big orc dick in me! Fill me up...fuck me over and over till you seed my womb! Aaaah!" Each thrust made a wet slurping sound that resounded in the large, stone room. The plunging of the cork-screwed cock deep into Jeanette's pussy caused excess sperm to dribble out the stretched vaginal ring. 

"Chief Turogg! Call me Chief Turogg when you beg for my children, Jeanette!" Turogg's hips began to move at a rapid pace. His face contorted as he strained to hold back the urge to cum again.

"Ah! Please! Chief Turogg! Please don't stop! Keep going Chief Turogg! Cum inside me again! Give me your babies Chief Turogg!" Jeanette cried out Turogg's name again and again as she climaxed once more, eyes blurring as her vision faded from the continuous barrage of pleasure overwhelming her body.

The sound of the beautiful human queen calling his name, calling him chief, and begging for his babies pushed Turogg over the edge again, triggering another explosion of the potent orc seed deep inside Jeanette. This time Turogg's strength gave out, and he collapsed down atop Jeanette, chest heaving for breath. His heavy weight crushed down upon the woman, though she was able to shift and snuggle against his hot body.

Turogg lay atop Jeanette's soft form a moment catching his breath. This time his cock shriveled and slipped out of Jeanette's stretched and flooded pussy. Once it shrank enough to slip free from Jeanette's slit, he reached up to grab a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it beneath Jeanette's ass to keep her hips elevated. Turogg then climbed atop her and slapped his semi-hard, wet dick against Jeanette's face and pressed his thick nuts on her lips. "Suck your chief's balls, Jeanette, make me hard so I can fuck you again!"

Jeanette whimpered submissively, and opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the first testicle, suckling it wetly while Turogg's shaft rested on her face. Her soft moans vibrated pleasantly against the sac, as her tongue licked and lapped against the loose skin, chasing after his heavy nuts with the tip of her tongue. Turogg's fingers stroked through her hair, petting and caressing her as she worshipped between his legs, lavishing attention on his fat balls with her warm, wet, mouth and tongue.

The orc's massive thighs enveloped Jeanette's head, trapping her between his legs and making her world center around his cock and balls. Turogg's heady musk enveloped and intoxicated her, driving her to suck more wantonly as she switched back from testicle to testicle. As her tongue licked and her lips suckled, the wet cock on her face began to stiffen once more, growing against her skin as it left a sticky trail of semen on her cheek, nose, eye, and forehead.

"That's it Jeanette...clean them, worship the balls that my children come from. Get me ready to give you another dose..." Turogg grunted as his cock extended to its full length, hard once again. He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking and squeezing it as he rubbed the tip against Jeanette's temple and ear. The sound of Jeanette's mouth on Turogg's balls filled the room from her enthusiastic efforts. A thin trail of cum linked the tip of his cock to Jeanette's forehead, and as his cock head tingled, he knew it was time to go again.

Turogg removed his sac from Jeanette's mouth and shimmied back between her legs. Jeanette lifted them and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close as he jabbed his cock back inside her already cum stuffed pussy. He began to thrust again, each movement aided by Jeanette's legs pulling him forward into her.

"Ah...ah...yes Chief Turogg...mmm..." Jeanette's head rolled back and forth on the bed as her eyes closed, losing herself to the pleasure once more. Turogg bucked his hips, harder and faster again as he gripped her waist so hard with his orc strength he left red welts on her hips. Jeanette extended her arms out to both sides, gripping the sheets and wrapping them around her fist as she lifted her hips hip off the ground to try and take him as deep as she could.

It wasn't long before Turogg came a third time, depositing another load of his seed deep inside the human woman. After the last spurt shot out, Turogg pulled out of Jeanette and rolled to her side, panting for breath. He wrapped one arm around Jeanette, cuddling her close as she snuggled against him for warmth.

Turogg reached over to grasp Jeanette's breast, massaging it gently in his hand. "You know Jeanette, it's really not right that you do not feed your child yourself. You have such full breasts, made for suckling babes."

Jeanette sighed softly as her sensitive tit was rubbed by the large orc hand. "It's too dangerous, Chief Turogg. It is suspicious enough inviting orcs into my land...to be seen giving so much attention to a half-orc baby...or being caught suckling one...it could undermine everything I am doing here."

Turogg gave Jeanette's breast a rough squeeze. "Then let me be more clear, Jeanette. You will breastfeeding your son every day. He is an orc, and demands his mother's milk. Your milk, Jeanette. Soon our alliance will be known, and no one will think twice about you associating with orcs. If you are discovered feeding your son, well..." Turogg grinned widely. "Then people will know you are an orc slut. Would that really be so bad?" Turogg belched out a loud laugh as he resumed playing with Jeanette's tit.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 06



Jeanette flinched and whimpered, thinking that yes, it would really be bad. Still, she did want to spend more time with Agmar, and she did want to breastfeed him like she did when he was newborn. She also wanted to please Turogg, and make him happy. She supposed there would be a way to make sure she wasn't caught. The secret passage would apparently allow her to get to the servant quarters without being noticed.

"Very well, Chief Turogg...I will do it. I want to do it. I've missed Agmar, and the feeling of closeness between us when he suckles from my breast." Turogg smiled over at her. "Good girl, Jeanette."

"I have a question, something I've been wondering. Why is Agmar's skin green? Is that the color all orcs are when they are young?"

Turogg chuckled softly. "All orcs? No Jeanette. It is something that happens sometimes. Like how humans are sometimes born white hair and white skin. It is unusual to be sure, but not unheard of."

"Oh, I see..." Jeanette paused a moment. "Are there many half-orcs? I never see them in human lands, so I suppose they must all be with your people."

"You wouldn't know a half-orc if you saw one, Jeanette. They only look human when they are young. By the time they reach adulthood, they look like natural born orcs." Turogg laughed a bit. "When your boy is an adult, he will look like the father, not the mother. Well, maybe not. I assume his father did not have the green skin."

Jeanette shook her head. "No, he did not. I don't know who the father is, of course. I doubt I will be able to recognize the father in him, when he comes of age."

"Probably not. It is getting late, Jeanette. It is time for me to go. Do not undress for me tomorrow night. Instead, put on a pretty dress. I have a special plan for you. I think it will be most fun." Turogg grinned and climbed out of bed to fix his clothes.

"Yes, Chief Turogg. I'll wear something nice. May I know what it is? I need to know if it's a dinner, or a ball, or something else so I know what type of dress to wear."

Turogg stared at her a moment. "There are different types of dresses to wear for different things?" Turogg shrugged. "It won't matter. Wear something nice." Turogg left to go to the secret passage that would let him out of the room. "Sweet dreams, Jeanette."

"See you tomorrow, Chief Turogg." After the orc left, Jeanette wrapped herself up in her blanket and rested a hand on her sperm filled womb. She looked over the side of the bed at the broken bottle and puddle of the pregnancy preventing tonic. This was a turn she hadn't anticipated. She could no longer control if, or rather, when she would become pregnant. If she continued on like this with Turogg, it would only be a matter of time before she had a grey baby suckling from her nipple alongside a green brother. If Jeanette wanted to avoid having his baby, she needed to get him in the field against Heste as quickly as possible. That would give her time to solidify her position enough to not be threatened by any rumors or accusations. At the same time, Jeanette felt a longing in her heart to have his child. If she weren't a queen, she'd want to stay with him. On some level, she knew it wasn't a healthy attachment, but there it was. Jeanette didn't know what precisely it was about Turogg that attracted her so, besides his near overwhelming virility. Maybe it was due to her obsession with orcs; with Turogg being the chief, he was the ultimate fulfillment of that fantasy.

Regardless, she knew she would have to balance her own feelings and the good of the Kingdom. It was already becoming difficult for her to deny him in negotiations, and it was becoming harder for her to develop compromises that were more favorable to Zentara than the orcs. As Jeanette drifted off to sleep, she resolved to try and suppress her feelings more, though a weight in her heart suggested she would not be able to do so.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 07



The next morning Jeanette arose early, before her servants would normally come to wake, bathe, and dress her. She put on a light gown, and snuck downstairs through the secret passage in the back of the room. She would have to remember to ask Turogg again how he knew about it, and try to find out why and when it was created. Jeanette peeked out the door on the other end, and saw that the coast was clear. She could hear servants down the hall, but in the opposite direction she needed to go. Jeanette closed the door behind her and made her way to the second wing of guest quarters. Jeanette finally reached the far end where she had placed Agmar and the wet nurse. The secondary wing of quarters had fallen into disuse in recent years, and was a throwback to an earlier king who enjoyed large feasts with all the nobility of the realm. Jeanette opened the door and entered the room. The wet nurse awoke with a start.

"Your Highness! Excuse me, I wasn't expecting you..." Jeanette waved the wet nurse to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

"No reason you should have, this is an unexpected visit. I need to talk to you. These past several weeks you've been both caring for and feeding Agmar. This relationship needs to change slightly. I'm going to be feeding him again, starting today. You will of course continue receiving the full pay, though for now your duties will consist only of the childcare. Is that understood?"

"Of course, Your Highness. It's always best for the mother to feed the babe, if you ask me. I know that it's the way of the gentry to have a wet nurse do it, and sure I enjoy the money for it, but a babe needs his mother if you ask me."

Jeanette gave the wet nurse a look, and the woman quieted down. Jeanette then went to the crib and lifted Agmar into her arms. She smiled down at her slumbering baby, rocking him gently and just holding him close for a moment. When he awoke, Jeanette guided Agmar to her breast, and he began to suckle. After feeding Agmar, Jeanette put him back in the crib and looked out a nearby window. The sun was beginning to rise, and she would have to hurry to get back to her room before the servants looked for her. She would have to give more explicit directions on when to enter her room so she would have more time in the morning. "I shall return in two hours to feed him again. Tonight, I will show you a passage you can use to take him up to my chambers. Bring him to me so he can spend the night with me, so he'll be close enough to nurse. Have a second crib brought in to be kept nearby in the passage."

"Of course, Your Highness."

Jeanette left in a hurry and raced back to her quarters, managing to arrive before the servants entered. She gave orders not to be awoken until an hour after dawn, to give her time to feed Agmar. After she was dressed for the day, Jeanette went down to breakfast, where she was joined by Frederick and Sir Drake.

"Good morning, Your Highness. Sir Drake has returned, having made all the arrangements for the coronation."

"Well done, Sir Drake. I'm sure the festivities will be astonishing. You're to be commended." Jeanette gave Sir Drake a tight, forced smile.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I've asked His Grace to arrange this audience because I believe I can be of further use to you." Sir Drakes oily smile made Jeanette's skin crawl.

"Oh? What further service can you render Zentara, Sir Drake?"

Sir Drake's grin grew wider. "I believe I can be of great assistance in your negotiations with the orcs, Your Highness."

Jeanette and Frederick looked at each other. "That is not what you told me you wished to talk about, Sir Drake."

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but given the secrecy of these negotiations, I felt that discretion was a better choice."

"How did you find out about them?" Jeanette glared at Sir Drake, anger boiling under the surface.

"I served as Chancellor for many years under your esteemed parents, Your Highness. I have a considerable network of informants in the city, and there is little that escapes me."

Frederick gave Sir Drake a cold look. "What do you think you can offer the negotiations, Sir Drake?"

"I know a great deal about the orcs. I have discovered what is driving them to attack Thesta and Sandora more relentlessly than usual, and what their aims and intentions are for 'civilizing.'" 

Jeanette leaned forward slightly. "What exactly do you want in exchange for this information?"

"I want to join the negotiating team. I want to be part of your discussions with the orcs. I want to be brought back into court."

Jeanette looked at Frederick again, who did not give her any indication of his opinion. Sighing, Jeanette turned back to Sir Drake. "Very well, Sir Drake, tell me what you know. If the information is valuable enough, and you think you can get more, you'll be able to join us when we meet with the orcs."

"There are two considerations that are driving Chief Turogg to make this alliance with you. First, there is a drought in the Angrian March that has killed off the grazing beasts the orcs keep for food. They are raiding Thesta and Sandora for livestock to slaughter as much as for treasure. Second, Chief Turogg has recently consolidated his control over all the orc tribes. He does not believe they will stay united after his death, however. So he is looking for lush country to settle his people, which he hopes will create a dynasty that will keep his people united."

Jeanette considered the idea. It was just like Chief Turogg to want to create stability for his people. It explained much of his bargaining position. However, knowing the motives, she found it hard want to use this against him. How could she begrudge him unused forests and lands when all he wanted was to create a better life for his people?

Frederick and Sir Drake were both looking at Jeanette as she was lost in her reverie. Snapping out of it, she nodded to the former Chancellor. "Very well, Sir Drake, you can join us today. Just watch and listen, and get a feel for the rhythm of the negotiation, and the terms that are discussed. We will talk more afterward and tomorrow to brief you on our strategy."

"Of course, Your Highness. Trust me, you will not regret giving me this chance." Jeanette rose from the table and left the room, making her way back to Agmar's room to nurse him again before negotiations started for the day.

When she was done, she returned to the meeting hall to resume the negotiations. "Chief Turogg, this is Sir Drake, who will be sitting in on the negotiations today."

Turogg made a start. "This is most inappropriate, Queen Jeanette. We agreed on an equal number of representatives in the negotiation. Now you bring another person despite earlier agreement. This is not acceptable."

"He will be sitting in as an observer today, Chief Turogg, not a negotiator." Frederick answered.

"And tomorrow? Two of us, two of you. That is the deal."

Jeanette chimed in. "Very well, Chief Turogg. Starting tomorrow, the Duke of Haverset and Sir Drake will conduct the negotiations. With the upcoming coronation, I have many arrangements to be made...as well as other duties." Jeanette gave Turogg a knowing look. Having to nurse Agmar every two hours wasn't conducive to sitting in the meeting hall for long periods of negotiation.

Turogg looked surprised at this turn of events, but after a moment a grin formed on his lips. "Very well, Queen Jeanette. It shall be as you say. For now, let us pick up the negotiations where we left off. I believe you said you had a proposal that would be mutually agreeable to all?"

"Indeed, Chief Turogg. I propose that we aim higher in our objectives. Rather than just defending, or raiding Heste to keep them distracted, we should strive for a more complete victory. I propose that we trap and destroy their army, then launch an invasion of Heste. We conquer the Duchy of Braden, and allow your people to settle there."

Sir Drake's eyes widened at the ambition of the plan. Turogg gave Jeanette a long look. "You have said that they have more men than we do. How do you think we can hold it if they will keep coming back in greater numbers?"

"We need allies, Chief Turogg. With your forces fighting Heste, we will be able to solicit the assistance of Thesta and Sandora. With their aid, or at least, the threat of their aid, Heste will back down and cede the Duchy of Braden to us."

"To us? You mean, to me, don't you Queen Jeanette?" 

"The Duchy of Braden should pay homage to the Zentaran crown under the rules we discussed previously. Trying to establish an independent Orc Kingdom between Zentara and Heste will not end well for you. While you and I might enjoy good relations, in the future you might find yourself crushed between two enemies." Jeanette spoke slowly and patiently. It was hard for her to deny Chief Turogg what he wanted, but she knew that this would be the best for him and his people.

Bodak made a dismissive grunt. "You do not have to worry about us, Your Highness. We can take care of ourselves. When something is ours, it stays ours. Humans will not be able to take our land from us."

Frederick raised his voice in anger. "They will once they've butchered all your people. It won't be hard, when you've been corralled and surrounded. You won't be able to hide in the Marches when humans with weapons to fight back appear!"

Bodak slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Are you saying I'm afraid of humans?"

Turogg barked at Bodak, who glowered as he sat back down. "Who would win or not is besides the point. We have good friendship with Zentara and would like that to continue. It might be possible for the agreement to work along the rules discussed yesterday, but with other considerations. My people are not yours, and there is need for some special rights that your people do not have."

"What sort of rights are you thinking of, Chief Turogg?" Jeanette asked, curious at the nature of the rights. Her breasts began to ache, letting her know it was nearly time to break the negotiation for lunch so she could nurse Agmar.

"While it might be that we provide some treasures and soldiers to the crown, our own laws would govern our people. Orcs live by different rules than humans. We cannot, and will not become like humans just for living in your land."

Jeanette nodded along with that as Frederick frowned. "That makes sense, Chief Turogg, and I think I can agree to that."

"Second, our people will continue to raid and plunder, it is what we do. We will not target Zentara, of course, but will resume our attacks on the others."

"That simply will not do, Chief Turogg. We need Thesta and Sandora to enforce the peace, if you attack them, all three could turn on us and we would be crushed. Thesta and Sandora will be content if you limit your attacks to Heste, and should ward off any major retaliation, as long as it isn't excessive."

"If the raiding is good in Heste, there isn't need for attacking the others." Turogg didn't seem entirely convinced by Jeanette's argument.

"That will have to do for now. Gentlemen, I suggest we break for lunch, we can resume after." Jeanette and the others rose from the table, Sir Drake and Frederick bowing as she left the room.

After Jeanette nursed Agmar again, she returned him to the wet nurse, and told her that she would have to see to his feeding tonight, as she would be at a late reception for the guests in the castle. The rest of the negotiations that day did not produce much. They continued to discuss the rules that would govern an orc duchy inside a human kingdom. While it seemed that Chief Turogg had agreed in principle with the idea, the execution of it was still being debated, and might consist of so much autonomy they would be independent in everything but name.

By the end of the negotiations, Jeanette was no longer paying as close attention. As the day closed, her thoughts drifted more and more toward the surprise that Chief Turogg had for her tonight. What was he planning? Why did she need to be dressed? Where were they going? Jeanette started sneaking more longing glances toward the orc as Frederick took over more of the dialogue. She hoped no one noticed the need in her eyes, though she feared the curious looks and sly smiles that Sir Drake was giving her from the back of the room.

When the meeting concluded, she rushed back to her room, giving orders for dinner to be sent to her there. Before her meal arrived, her servants changed her into a silver dinner dress. She also wore an emerald pendant and a diamond tiara to complete her look for Chief Turogg.

Chief Turogg didn't arrive to her room until late that night, well after sundown when all was black outside. He wasn't wearing anything special for the occasion, just his usual sleeveless shirt and leather breeches. Chief Turogg was carrying a long, hood cloak, which he wrapped around Jeanette's shoulders. "Come, Jeanette, put this on. It will hide you for our journey."

Jeanette wrapped the cloak around her and covered her head with the hood. The cloak was long and large enough to completely cover her fine dress. "Where are we going, Chief Turogg?"

Chief Turogg smirked mischievously. "You shall see soon enough, Jeanette. It will not be long."

Chief Turogg and Jeanette descended down the secret staircase and snuck out a servant's door, climbing into a covered wagon. Jeanette shivered in excitement as they left the castle grounds. Had the wagon been uncovered, it would almost be like he was courting her, and taking her for a ride in the city. "Am I wearing appropriate clothing for our destination?"

"You look beautiful, Jeanette. More perfect than if I had dressed you myself." They rode for fifteen minutes through the city before they turned into a dark alley. Chief Turogg hopped out first, and then helped Jeanette down, before guiding her through a back door into a kitchen. Jeanette looked around the deserted kitchen. She did not recognize the place, though the roar of a crowd in a different room suggested that it was a public place. At first she thought an inn, or a tavern, but then she detected a sweaty scent she recognized from The Soiled Dove. Chief Turogg had brought her to a brothel. She looked over at him, but he said nothing, just guided her into a small passageway, where several additional orcs were hanging around a curtain, which led into the main room where the large crowd was.

"Chief Turogg, What are we doing here?" Jeanette's heart pounded in fear at being in a place such as this without her disguise on. Knowing Chief Turogg as she did, she had no doubt he had a lewd intent for the night. But why did he want her dressed as a queen? If she were exposed, it would end the leverage he had over her.

"You know what kind of place this is, and you have to ask?" Chief Turogg laughed. "Since we have come here, many whorehouses have started opening their doors to orcs. This one now caters to orcs exclusively. But even still, it is hard to find enough women to serve all orcs. What better place for the orc whore queen then the orc brothel?"

Jeanette opened her mouth to angrily protest, but Chief Turogg cut her off. "Quiet now, listen. You will understand." Jeanette listened as the voices in the crowd died down, and heard someone walk to the stage on the other side of the curtain.

"Good evening, my orc friends, and welcome back to the Milking Station. As you know, we are the premiere brothel catering to the orc guests of our great Queen. We have a lovely stable of human women who just cannot get enough of your big orc cocks!" The crowd cheered at that. Jeanette peeked through the curtain, and saw a crowd of orcs in the room, as well as, surprisingly enough, a few humans. The idea of being back in a brothel, surrounded by horny orcs was enough for her pussy to slicken. Chief Turogg quickly pulled her back away from the curtain.

"But our Queen has a secret that you do not know, gentlemen. There is a reason why she invited you all into her lands, and why she has moved ten, yes ten, of you into her castle. You see, our Queen knows what the lovely girls here know, that fat, grey, orc cock is incomparable!" The crowd cheered again, as Jeanette flushed angrily and barely suppressed her rage. As if you dispute her growing anger, Chief Turogg pulled the cloak off her shoulders and then gripped her rear, massaging the pert backside which she willingly pushed back and grinded into his grip.

"Our Queen has a deep hunger for it, and tonight, you will get to see it! Yes, our lewd Queen not only loves orc cock, but she wants the world to know! So tonight, the Queen will join us on stage and show us all how much she wants it!" The crowd cheered again as Turogg pushed Jeanette through the curtain, followed by the rest of the orcs who had been waiting. Jeanette looked out in shock at the sea of orc faces, leering up at her. She stepped up to the front center of the stage, as ten orcs, including Turogg, fanned out in a line behind her.

Jeanette's heart pounded rapidly as a tight pressure clenched around her chest. However, as she examined the faces of the people in the crowd, she realized something. None of these people actually thought she was the Queen. They thought she was a whore, putting on a fancy gown and pretending to be the Queen while getting fucked by orcs. A smile of relief crossed her lips as the tightness in her chest eased. This would be just like being back at The Soiled Dove. She was being a character, not herself. She could do that; she could do this.

The announcer turned and gave a low bow to Jeanette. "Your Highness, thank you for gracing my humble establishment with your presence this evening. I know all your guests gathered here are grateful as well for the kind hospitality you've shown them. Now, Your Highness, did you hear the introduction I gave just a short while ago?"

"I did, good sir. Every word of it."

"And what do you think? Did I speak the truth?"

"You did. Everything you said was true. I love orc cock, and I want everyone here to know it. Every orc in the city should know that I'm ready to spread my legs for him at his leisure." The crowd cheered in approval as she shook, feeling every eye in the establishment trained on her, leering and undressing her.

"This comes a shock, Your Highness. I can scarce believe that our royal Queen is secretly a slut for orc cock. Please tell us, Your Highness, how did you first come to enjoy orc flesh?"

"Well, I, I met many orcs while shopping in the city. The orc merchants always had fine, exotic, and amazing wares for me to purchase. One day I got to talking with the merchant, and he mentioned that it was very lonely for the orcs in the city, as most human women didn't want to lie with them. Since they were guests in my Kingdom, bringing trade and wealth, I felt it was my duty to provide companionship. After I got my first taste of orc cock though, I knew I could never go back, and would only service orc men from then on." Jeanette spun the story as quickly as she could on such short notice. The orcs seemed pleased enough with it, cheering and rubbing the bulges in their pants.

"I can tell your guests are very glad to hear that, Your Highness. How many orc cocks do you think you've serviced?"

"Hmm...that is difficult to say. Probably at least three dozen different orc cocks, but each one of those dozens of times. So I guess what I am trying to say is that I've fucked an orc probably over three hundred times."

"Three hundred times! That probably beats out even the girls we have here at the Milk Station. How does it feel being a bigger orc fucker than an orc whore?" The announcer grinned wide, pleased at how easily his subject was going along, and knowing that it was going to drive the orcs wild and bring in a fortune of gold tonight.

"It feels wonderful. Having a large, powerful orc sliding in and out of me is the best feeling in the world. Knowing that I've had that more than any other woman is just, well, appropriate for a Queen, don't you think?" Jeanette tittered softly and smiled out at the crowd, making eye contact with several of the orcs in the audience as she beamed happily.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 07



"I can't argue with that, Your Highness. What do you say, are you ready to show us all how much you crave the thick hot meat of an orc?"

Jeanette's heart lept to her throat, and she turned to look at Chief Turogg. Playing this game was one thing, but did he really want her to pleasure another orc? When she met his eyes, Chief Turogg was grinning widely at her, pleased with her performance. He nodded at her, giving permission, or maybe giving her an order to submit. "I...I can't think of anything I want more. I'm ready when they are!"

Her heart wilted as she prepared to pleasure the other orcs. She wanted to be with Chief Turogg, not with just any orc. Still, being in this situation brought back a flood of feelings from her time at The Soiled Dove. It made her excited to think that she'd be submitting to these strangers. In a way, it was even more exciting this time, because she was doing it for Chief Turogg. As she thought more about it, the more she warmed to the idea of pleasing him, and the more it excited her to think that she was his to use.

Two orcs left the line and approached her. Bare-chested and clad only in loin cloths, the stood to either side of her at the front of the stage. One moved behind had, and began rubbing her ass through the folds of her dress. The other stood in front, towering above Jeanette. He leaned down, and pressed his lips into her, engaging her in a deep kiss. Jeanette's mouth opened for him even as the tusks on his face ground against her cheeks. Her hands pressed against his bare chest, stroking over his grey skin. The crowd hooted and hollered as Jeanette and the orc's tongues met.

The orc behind her grabbed her arm and pulled it behind her, then guided it to his crotch. Jeanette moaned eagerly as she felt the stiff shaft. She threw the loin cloth to one side, then began stroking and rubbing his bulbous cock for the crowd's delight.

Her hand dropped to the cock of the orc in front of her, pulling that out as well, stroking both in full view of the crowd as the large orcs sandwiched her between them, rubbing her breasts and ass, stroking her thighs and shoulders. After a moment, the kiss broke, and she was turned around, to kiss the other orc now while she continued to massage their throbbing erections with her hands. She continued to stroke the mounds on them them even as they pushed her down onto her knees, the voluminous skirt of her dress spreading beneath her. The announcer grinned and gestured to her as the crowd roared its approval. "The Queen accepts her true place, on her knees between hard orc cocks!"

Jeanette flushed a bit at the ease with which he degraded the Queen, at least by proxy, in public. Is this what the people really thought? She always thought she had their love, but was it more out of lust, than respect?

Jeanette began to pump the cocks faster as the two orcs petted her head and stroked through her hair. She turned to the one on her right first, opening wide to take it the shaft into her mouth, slurping it down. With all the practice she had as a whore, Jeanette was able to take it all the way down her throat. The few human spectators gasped as she was able to swallow the whole thing, while the orcs cheered deliriously. "Look at that! You can tell her Highness as taken an orc cock before! Look how hungry she is for it!"

The orc grunted in pleasure as Jeanette engulfed his monstrous cock in her throat. After milking it with her mouth a moment, she pulled back, letting the head pop out of her throat before she started to bob and suck eagerly, all the while jerking the other orc's cock. Jeanette brought her hand back to the base of the cock in her throat, and stroked it as she licked and suckled the meat. Jeanette continued for another minute, and then switched cocks, taking the other orc's slanted shaft in her mouth to give him the same treatment.

Jeanette continued like this, switching back and forth between the two thick shafts, gradually going faster and harder as she sucked, bobbed, and slurped. When the two orcs were ready, they pulled their cocks from Jeanette's hands and stroked madly, until they shot their load onto her face. Their cum splattered her lips, cheeks, and eyes. It soaked into her hair, and tangled up in the diamonds of her tiara. Jeanette shivered in pleasure as she felt the hot sticky seed explode onto her face, coating her in front of an entire crowd.

After the cheering stopped, the announcer stepped forward again. "Well done Your Highness, well done! You certainly know your way around orc dick. And my I say, Your Highness, you look absolutely lovely covered in their hot spunk!"

"Thank you sir, it certainly feels wonderful! I like to do it twice a day to keep my skin young and healthy."

The crowd laughed at that and hooted. "Very good, Your Highness. Is the face your favorite place to take a strong orc's sticky load?"

"While it is invigorating, sir..." Jeanette paused to run her tongue over her lips, licking up some of the seed. "...and delicious, it is not my favorite. No, my favorite place to take an orc's thick, potent, powerful cum is deep in my royal pussy!"

"What's this, Your Highness? You don't make your countless orc lovers pull out when they climax?"

Jeanette shook her head, making her cum soaked locks of hair fly about her face, a few strands getting stuck in the cum trails on her face. "Of course not! I couldn't deny them the maximum pleasure as they fuck me! Besides, having a womb full of hot orc seed feels amazing! Not to mention, of course, that every time I feel a thick orc dick spurting his seed inside me, well, I just have the most amazing orgasm instantly!"

The announcer gave her an admiring look, raised his hands and looked out to the crowd. "Now that's something I'm sure we'd all like to see, am I right?" When the crowd roared its assent, the next orc in line stepped out. He was quickly grabbed by Chief Turogg however, and shoved back in line. Chief Turogg himself approached Jeanette, wrapping his arms around her from behind to knead and massage her tits through the silver dress. 

Chief Turogg pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. Her hard nipples tingled as she felt the eyes of every man in the room on her. Her pussy gushed further as she pressed her ass against Chief Turogg's groin, and rubbed her flesh up and down over his bulging cock. The orc slapped Jeanette's tits gently, making them bounce and jiggle for the audience's delight. After a moment though, the crowd began to cheer, "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

Chief Turogg obliged, sliding his fingers inside the dress, then pushing hard to make the soft garment rip off of Jeanette's shoulders and pool on the ground at her feet. She was naked beneath the dress, except for stockings and a garter belt. Turogg wrapped his arms around Jeanette's thighs and lifted her up while spreading her legs, putting her wet, swollen pussy lips on full display for the crowd. He walked up and down the stage, giving the onlookers a closer look at Jeanette's ready and willing cunt. As Chief Turogg put Jeanette on display, the announcer pointed to a chair just off stage, and it was quickly brought on stage.

Once the chair was in place, Chief Turogg carried Jeanette to it and took a seat. While he held Jeanette above his lap by her knees in an M position, she unlaced his britches and fished out his erect prick. When it was free and standing straight and tall, Chief Turogg slowly lowered Jeanette onto it. She spread her labia apart, opening herself for the head which soon penetrated into her body. She moaned in pleasure at the now familiar feel of her lover's cock sliding into her pussy. The eyes of everyone in the room, the public spectacle of her submission to his cock, the open way in which their relationship was revealed served as an aphrodisiac for Jeanette, making her melt and quiver in lust as Chief Turogg dropped her the rest of the way onto his ribbed cock. He fucked her in earnest now, slamming into her again and again as she bounced and rode his shaft eagerly. 

As Jeanette looked out into the audience, she noticed several women in long gowns moving among the crowd. At first glance they appeared like noblewomen, but she soon realized they were the Milking Station whores, dressed up in gaudy gowns meant to imitate the nobles. As Chief Turogg pounded away inside Jeanette, they started to flirt and entice the orcs in the crowd, attempting to lure them into some fun of their own.

"Ah! Ah oh yes! Chief! Keep fucking me! Please don't stop! Please keep going I beg you!" Jeanette cried out shrilly, only half acting for the performance. Her pussy sloshed around the slanted orc cock, soaked from her desire. Her thighs flexed as she drove herself up and down atop it. Chief Turogg's hands wrapped around to squeeze her breasts again, rubbing and massaging them roughly. Jeanette watched the orcs in the room go off with the whores, but it seemed that for every one who went upstairs with a harlot, another one took his place in the crowd. The room was packed with orcs, who were watching her get fucked with rapt attention. Even the few humans in the crowd seemed into it, and were stroking their little human cocks in their seats. Jeanette looked down between her legs and reveled in the contrast between her small, pink pussy and the massive grey orc dick skewering her.

"Mmm! Oh yes...keep going...keep going keep fucking me! Fill my cunt with your cum!" Jeanette cried out again, throwing her hair back. Light glistened off her diamond tiara and the ruby necklace, the fine jewelry providing a stark contrast from her whorish behavior. 

"But Your Highness, aren't you worried about getting pregnant if he cums inside you?" The announced asked in mock concern. "No! I don't! I hope he knocks me up! I hope he fills my womb with cum and plants a babe in my belly! I want to bear a half-orc son!"

Her lusty confession made Chief Turogg groan, and he soon answered her wish as his cock exploded inside the woman, flooding her womb with his seed again. True to her word, Jeanette climaxed as soon as she felt the cum batter her insides. The look of bliss on her face entranced the crowd, who now understood that this wasn't just a whore putting on a show, but a true devotee of orc cock.

After Chief Turogg finished spurting his seed into Jeanette, he lifted the woman off his cock and dropped her onto the stage in front of him. Jeanette tumbled onto all fours, still panting for breath as she tried to recover from the climax. Chief Turogg gave Jeanette's bare, exposed ass a little shove with his foot, then reclined back into the chair to watch as she crawled to the front of the stage. As she moved, two more orcs from the line joined her, each one moving to one side of her.

One of the orcs shoved his cock in Jeanette's mouth while the other gripped her hips and slammed his cock into her ass. The crowd was treated to a side view of Jeanette being stuffed from both ends. The two orcs fucked her back and forth; thrusting in tandem and making her massive breasts sway beneath her. Jeanette sucked fiercely on the cock in her mouth, deepthroating it as she did before while the cock in her ass prodded her forward, helping to impale her on the first orc's dick.

The two orcs moved quickly inside her, before they too reached her climax, shooting their loads into her stomach and deep into her bowels. After they were done, the remaining five approached Jeanette all at once. Jeanette stayed as she was, on all fours in the front of the stage, moaning as she watched the orcs still in the crowd stroking themselves to the sight of her naked, well fucked body. The five orcs surrounded her, two of them replacing the cocks that were in her ass and mouth, two forcing her hands onto their cocks. The last meant to slide his cock into her pussy, but before he could, Turogg rose from the chair and barked angrily at him in the orc tongue, causing him to glare, before moving to stand beside Turogg.

The next set of four pounded away at her, violating her in nearly every hole. Her hands pumped vigorously, pumping at their cocks as they fucked her fists. After a moment, they readjusted, wrapping her long raven locks around their cocks for her to stroke. Jeanette's focus faded in and out as she climaxed again, despite not even having any sensation directly in or on her pussy. The sheer eroticism of taking four cocks at once, on stage, while being watched was enough to push her over the edge. Jeanette tried to look out towards the crowd to watch them watch her, but with the orcs surrounding her it was difficult. 

The gang of orcs fucking her last several more moments, but it was clear they were going for speed rather than enjoying a lasting experience. When they were ready to climax, the two inside her pulled out, adding another load to her face and a new one on her back. The two orcs she was jerking off sprayed their load into the sides of her face and all over the top and back of her head, soaking into and tangling in her hair.

After dousing her with the fresh load of orc baby batter, the four returned to the back of the stage with the rest of the spent orcs. As Jeanette crouched there, dripping cum off her skin, Chief Turogg and the last orc moved to the front of the stage beside her. "Mmm...oooh all this orc cum is so good. Please! Give me more of your hot orc meat!"

Chief Turogg lay prone on the floor beneath her, and then slid his cock inside her pussy. The last orc then crouched behind her, and pushed his cock into her rear. Jeanette moaned eagerly, and as the orcs began thrusting in tandem she started climaxing again. Her wanton undulations around the cocks milked and massaged them inside her. Jeanette rocked her hips into their thrusts until her thighs ached as she desperately brought herself off again and again. Chief Turogg and the second orc began thrusting in a rapid motion, preparing for the big finish of the show. With a loud grunt, the orcs spewed their semen deep into her, and then collapsed back onto the stage to recover from the climaxes. 

When the orcs were finished, the announcer came over and helped Jeanette rise to her feet. He then gestured to her and announced to the crowd. "Her Highness Jeanette Grennally, Queen of Zentara!" Jeanette stood there, skin glistening, hair drenched, and cum dripping from her ass and pussy with a beaming smile on her face. At the sight of her, the crowd began to clap, cheer, hoot, and laugh to see the human cumslut covered in orc cum.

The cheering began to die down as more and more of the crowd began to go off to lie with the prostitutes. One of the orcs scooped up Jeanette's dress as Chief Turogg led the naked Jeanette back behind the stage. The announcer followed them backstage, and handed Chief Turogg a bag of money. "Thank you for bringing your girl out tonight, Chief Turogg. She really whipped the crowd into a frenzy! This will be the best night since I opened. How did you get the idea for it?"

Chief Turogg accepted the bag of gold and gave the announcer a cheeky grin. "You know I am living in the castle. Seeing the Queen every day, well, the idea just seemed natural!"

The announcer laughed and clapped Chief Turogg on the shoulder. "Well, if you get the chance, ask her to invite some more of your folk to the city. I'm making a mint! Your people are the best customers I've ever had!" 

Chief Turogg nodded at him, casting Jeanette a sly glance as he grinned. "I will do that."

The announcer looked at Jeanette and gave her a winning smile. "You come back any time now my dear. I'd love to take you on regular." 

Jeanette grinned back at him. "I shall have to consider that, sir, though Chief Turogg is so good to me, I wouldn't dream of leaving him. Though if he decides to sell me to you when he tires of me..." Jeanette gave Chief Turogg a teasing grin, and he laughed back with her. He then covered her in the cloak, leaving the dress off for now, and led her back into the wagon for the return trip home to the castle.

Jeanette shivered as she sat in the wagon, though more from the rush she felt after the public display in the brothel. She beamed a smile at Chief Turogg as they sat together. "You enjoyed that, Jeanette?"

"Yes I did...it was a lot of fun...and a reminder of times past."

"I can tell, you cannot stop smiling!" Chief Turogg chuckled quietly as he stroked Jeanette's thigh through the cloak.

"True, but that is not why I am smiling." Jeanette continued to beam at Chief Turogg.

"Then why?"

"You know why, Chief Turogg...back there in the club. You didn't let, you didn't want the other orc to put his cock between my legs. You didn't want him to cum inside my pussy. That's only for you, isn't it? Even if you allow some others to share, some parts are reserved just for you, aren't they?" Jeanette started to giggle and thought she saw Chief Turogg blush, though on his grey face it looked more ashen.

"Not at all, Jeanette..." Chief Turogg squirmed a bit. "I did it because I want to seed you, no one else. I want it to be my baby growing in your womb."

Jeanette blushed in return, though her smile remained. "If you say so, Chief Turogg...though you could have just told him to pull out." 

Chief Turogg continued to blush, and then changed the subject. "I have another job for you tomorrow, Jeanette. Come to me after you are done with your son. I will explain more then."

"How long will it take, Chief Turogg? They will be looking for me..."

"It will take all morning, Jeanette; if not longer." Chief Turogg grinned widely. "Tell your girls not to wake you."

Anticipation and curiosity gnawed on her insides as she nodded for him. "Of course I will, Chief Turogg. I shall see you early in the morning." When Jeanette made it back to her room, she did the best she could to rinse the semen stains from her body and then collapsed into bed, exhausted.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 08



When she awoke, she sent a message to her servants not to attend her that morning, and then went downstairs to feed Agmar. Jeanette hurried to meet Chief Turogg, entering the main guest suite where he and the rest of the orcs were staying. In the light of dawn, Jeanette felt awkward being surrounded by the orcs that gangbanged her the night before. She felt their gaze on her as she searched for Chief Turogg, finally finding him in the largest room. "Good morning Chief Turogg, I've come as you requested."

Chief Turogg rose from the bed, the sheets falling off his body to reveal his nude form. Jeanette's gaze fell to his hanging cock as he approached her. "Hello Jeanette. It is good that you are here. But you are very overdressed." Chief Turogg looked down at her, then wrapped his muscular arms around Jeanette to pull at the string lacings tying the dress up, and then yanked it down off her shoulders.

Jeanette purred as the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in her slip and undergarments. "Still overdressed, Jeanette." Jeanette stroked her fingertips over his pectoral muscles, caressing him gently as she looked up at him. "Strip completely; I have just the outfit for you to wear."

Jeanette stripped out of the rest of her clothes as Chief Turogg retrieved the outfit from the corner of the room. Jeanette could tell there wouldn't be much to it, and so deduced that they would not be going out again. When Chief Turogg returned, he handed her a leather vest and a long loin cloth that reached down to just above her knees. Jeanette tied the loincloth around her waist, and slipped her arms into the vest. The vest didn't close in the front, and only just barely covered her nipples when standing still.

Chief Turogg then wrapped a leather collar around her neck and slapped leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "There! Now you are dressed like a proper orc woman!" Jeanette meekly submitted to being cuffed and collared, her arousal growing from the degrading costume. "I'm pleased to wear the garb of your people, Chief Turogg."

Chief Turogg grinned and slid his hands beneath the vest to rub Jeanette's tits. "Today you will serve us. Your own servants don't come in here while we are all here. We need a woman to serve us our food and drink." He moved his hands from the vest and slapped her rear, pushing her towards the entrance to the suite where a platter of food had been left.

"What? You go too far Turogg! I am the Queen of this country, not some scullery maid!"

Chief Turogg laughed and pushed his hand between Jeanette's legs, pressing his thigh fingers against her wet folds. "You may be that, but you are also an orc slut! You are wet at the thought! You know you want to. Besides, after fucking every orc in that room, the least you can do is serve them breakfast!"

Jeanette shuddered as a rush of pleasure shot through her at the orc chieftain's touch. There was no denying his words, she was incredibly aroused. Even still, she couldn't just submit to this demeaning treatment. "T-that is beside the point..."

Chief Turogg grinned lustfully and slipped a finger inside Jeanette, stirring it around. As she moaned, Chief Turogg leant in for a whisper. "You are right, that is beside the point. You could always leave now in your loin cloth and vest and go and feed your orc-child. Of course, people may start to wonder about their Queen when they find out about it." As Jeanette's shoulders slumped, he pulled his finger out and gave her another nudge.

Jeanette sighed walked across the room to pick up the platter of food. For the moment she didn't have much choice except to comply, though she would find a way to get back at Chief Turogg for this. As she bent over, the loincloth draped over her bottom, hugging the curves of her ass and eliciting an appreciative whistle from one of the orcs. As she walked back to the dining table, the sway of her breasts made the leather vest open and expose them for the group's pleasure. Jeanette set the platter down on the middle of the table while the orcs stroked up her thighs, rubbed her ass and squeezed her tits.

Jeanette flushed hotly as the orcs took liberties with her body. Was this what servants went through, when attending to their duties? For all the powerlessness and humiliation she felt, it only made her more aroused at the sexual attention of the virile males. She knew that she shouldn't feel this way, that normal servants would be bothered and ashamed to be so assaulted by their employers, but she couldn't help it. When the orcs' hands slipped beneath the loincloth to caress over her slit, they found her wet and ready, which only encouraged them further.

After she had served their food and poured their drinks, Chief Turogg called her over to the head of the table where he was sitting. He pulled Jeanette down to her knees at his side, and guided her hand to his crotch. She smiled, and began rubbing his member through his pants as she pressed against his leg.

Her smile turned to a pout when she realized that Chief Turogg and the other orcs were going to ignore her. They ate, and spoke in the orc tongue while she knelt submissively at the Chief's side. No matter how enthusiastically she rubbed his now firm shaft, he continued to laugh and joke with the other orcs and didn't spare her another glance.

As Jeanette grew more annoyed, she realized that this is what is must be to be an orc woman. Orc women are property to their masters, and treated like interactive furniture. Even as her anger grew though, Jeanette didn't stop her attention to Chief Turogg. Eventually the Chief reached out to her, and stroked through Jeanette's hair. He gripped the back of the collar, and pulled her forward.

Jeanette crawled beneath the table as Chief Turogg tugged on the collar. She settled between his legs, rubbing his inner thighs as she nuzzled his bulging shaft with the side of her face through his pants. After a moment, she unlaced his breeches and freed the massive orc cock. Jeanette immediately began kissing and nuzzling the base, letting it slap gently against her nose and cheek as she licked, lapped, and nuzzled up and down its underside, tracing the curl of the ridges on his monstrously shaped dick.

Her hands wrapped around the head, squeezing it in her fist and lightly rubbing it with her palm as she worked her tongue around the bumps at its base. The orc's pubic hair tickled her nose, and the scent of his crotch inescapably filled her nose. The thick, musky scent wafted over her, enveloping her and consumed her senses, and made her world his cock. Her soft hands slid down the shaft, stroking and teasing it as she kissed down to his balls, licking and suckling on his nuts.

A thrill of excitement ran through her as she pleasured Chief Turogg beneath the table, while all the other orcs sat nearby. Even though this wasn't as "bad" as being gangbanged by the orcs the previous night, she still felt a rush of excitement at the notion that she was publically pleasuring Chief Turogg. The danger and risk of exposure thrilled her, and drove her to shower even more enthusiastic attention on the Chief's cock and balls.

Jeanette's hands caressed down the cock, then gently cupped Chief Turogg's balls, massaging them, and rolling them over her palms as she resumed rubbing her tongue along the loose skin of the orc's erection. Her mouth salivated at the prospect of stuffing her mouth with her lover's big dick. Her nipples tingled as her pleasure mounted. She grew more flushed, and imagined every word and laugh from the orcs above her was about her. In her mind, she heard them calling her a whore, a slut, the Queen of Cocksuckers and worse.

As her imagination went wild, she worked her way up to the head of the cock, teasing and twirling her tongue around the tip. Just as she wrapped her lips around the head, she heard a click. Jeanette froze in place as the door opened, and she heard some people come in. Before she could react further, Chief Turogg gripped the back of her head and pushed her down his shaft, plunging into her throat as he hilted his cock in her mouth.

Jeanette spluttered and coughed around his monstrous cock, trying to stifle the noises. She had fantasized about being caught, but this was too close for comfort. Even still, Chief Turogg didn't seem to have any intention of having her stop sucking his dick, or letting her sneak away. She worked her lips around the base of the cock while her throat palpitated around the shaft. Jeanette sucked as best she could without being able to move, until she began to lose focus as she struggled to breathe. 

When he finally released her neck, she pulled off the shaft and inhaled deeply. Luckily for Jeanette, the voices of the orcs at the table, and the newcomers to the room, were enough to drown out the sound of her panting while she caught her breath. Chief Turogg gave her collar another tug, making her face press into and rub against his wet cock. She nuzzled it tenderly, and then resumed squeezing and licking his member. 

As her arousal built again, she found herself able to suppress her worry over being caught. One hand started to stroke and rub her pussy, as the other jerked the base of his cock again. Jeanette wrapped her lips around the slanted head and sucked it eagerly, until a familiar human voice broke through the noise above. "It is inappropriate to have your entire retinue here, Chief Turogg. You yourself went to great lengths protesting the greater size of the human delegation to these talks, and now you flagrantly violate them yourself!" Jeanette stiffened and her eyes widened as she heard Frederick complain to Chief Turogg.

"We have agreed in principle to work together, Duke Frederick. Today we do not bargain, we talk." Chief Turogg chuckled a bit. "Besides, most of these here do not even speak your tongue." Chief Turogg nudged Jeanette to make her resume sucking on his cock. She swished her spittle around the head, and sucked and slurped the meat inside her mouth while doing her best to listen to the conversation above her.

"Queen Jeanette would not be pleased with this arrangement. We are supposed to be keeping these talks confidential. Not let everyone in your party know what we're doing!" Jeanette was glad for Frederick's anger, as it would keep him too distracted to realize that his Queen was on her knees sucking Chief Turogg's cock. "Oh yes, Duke Frederick, no doubt if Queen Jeanette were here, her mouth would be full! So many things to say!" Bodak burst out laughing, and then translated what the chief said for the others, who joined in. Jeanette flushed in embarrassment at the double entendre, but continued to suckle of the love stick despite her feelings.

Jeanette rubbed the cock against the sides of her mouth, then worked her tongue up and down the bump covered length as she started to bob up and down, fucking her face eagerly with the Chief's long cock. Chief Turogg released her, allowing her to do all the work while he listened to Sir Drake. "Chief Turogg is correct, Duke Haverset. The purpose of today's meeting is to discuss implementation. Chief Turogg, what is the makeup of the army you will provide?"

Chief Turogg stifled his grunts of pleasure while Jeanette expertly worked on his dick. "If you give enough horses, we will have twenty thousand horse warriors, and eighty thousand foot warriors. What do you bring to battle?"

Frederick glowered, but gave in to Chief Turogg and Sir Drake. "We have approximately five thousand mounted knights, five thousand archers, and fifty thousand foot soldiers. We should be able to collect enough horses to mount your warriors."

Jeanette slid down Chief Turogg's cock, and then sucked up the length. As she squeezed his balls and jerked the base of his cock, he came inside her mouth, flooding it with his hot seed. "Good! Good! This is what I like to hear. I am happy that we can work together in this fashion!" Chief Turogg lifted Jeanette off his cock, and then nudged her over towards Bodak. When she looked, she saw that Bodak had already freed his cock from his pants. 

Jeanette's heart sank as she realized that Chief Turogg wanted her to suck Bodak's cock as well. She crawled beneath the table to him and wrapped her lips around his familiar shaft, and began to suckle on the hot meat. She resumed rubbing her clit, trying to get some pleasure of her own if she was going to be forced to suck off Bodak as well.

"Who shall be the vanguard of the attack?" Sir Drake asked, his voice rather calm. Apparently he wasn't nervous to be surrounded by orcs, and was eager to assert himself in the discussion now that he had the opportunity. "Our forces should lead the vanguard to draw them in. The orcs should be kept in the rear for the surprise."

"What does this mean, vanguard?" Jeanette bobbed up and down on Bodak's cock while rubbing her clit furiously. As her arousal began to build towards a climax, she became even more enthusiastic in her sucking, and lost her objection to having to service Bodak as well. 

"The vanguard is the soldiers in the front of the fight. The ones who lead the rest of the army into battle." 

Bodak grinned at Sir Drake's words. "Then it should be us who lead the army into battle. We are the most numerous and the strongest." His words came out strained and tense from the pleasure of Jeanette's mouth wrapped around his member.

"That will defeat the whole purpose of keeping these negotiations secret! They will be expecting a small Zentaran army, if they see orcs they will be cautious, and not rush into a battle!" Frederick sounded exasperated as he tried to convince the orcs.

"It is silly to speak of this now. How we will fight will be decided by the way things are when we reach the battlefield. Until we know what that will be, we should keep ourselves ready to fight in anyway." Jeanette was glad that at least Chief Turogg was being reasonable. Before she could appreciate his level head any further, Bodak's head shot his load into her mouth. Jeanette wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking it all down into her stomach as she brought herself to her own climax with her fingers. When she started to come down from the climax, she fell back onto her butt and sat beneath the table to catch her breath. Bodak extended his foot, nudging and pushing against her. Jeanette turned her head to look, and saw that the orc seated next to Bodak had now pulled his shaft out and was stroking it expectantly.

Jeanette reluctantly crawled over to the next orc, noticing as she did so that all the orcs around the table had their cocks pulled out. Jeanette wrapped her lips around the next cock in line, and slid down the pole as she focused back in on the conversation.

"...there is no possible way that we can provide food in those sorts of quantities. It's not even harvest yet! Your people do not need that much food!" Frederick's voice cut through the slurping sound of her lips on the cock as they debated some new point.

"My people will be guests in your land. Will you not feed your guests? One hundred thousand warriors will be fighting your war, and you begrudge them food in their bellies?" Jeanette could hear his angry voice, which gave her pause. Her attention was quickly brought back to the orc, who thrust his hips and stabbed the back of Jeanette's throat with the head of the shaft.

Jeanette sucked the next two orc dicks quickly, adding their hot seed to the growing pool in her belly. Her knees and back ached from the constant crawling, but she continued her work diligently. She had difficulty keeping track of the ongoing conversation as she moved from penis to penis, servicing Chief Turogg's men. Her oral skills, honed in the brothel, were more than enough to bring the randy orcs to quick completion in her mouth.

Jeanette moved through the rest of the orcs as quick as she could, until she was left kneeling at Chief Turogg's feet, waiting for the discussion to break so she could make her escape from the room. Without her moderating the discussion, the meeting became pointless bickering between the orcs and Frederick. Sir Drake tried to be the moderator, but mostly sought to make concessions for the orcs in the name of peace.

The meeting ended inconclusively, and Frederick and Sir Drake left the guest suite. Jeanette tried to rise, but Chief Turogg held down her shoulder, keeping her kneeling on the floor for several more moments to reinforce her subservient position. When he finally allowed her to rise, he commanded her to clear the table before finally allowing her to put her dress back on.

"Well Jeanette? Do you enjoy being an orc 'wife'?" Chief Turogg laughed playfully. "You do the job very well. One wouldn't even be able to tell you were not born to be one."

"If all orc women are like that, then it is a wonder your people prey on human women at all. If one orc woman is capable of satisfying ten orc men in under two hours, why do your people ever leave camp?"

Chief Turogg laughed even louder at that. "Well said, Jeanette. But you human women are so delightfully tight, as well as much softer to push against. I like your pussy better than any of my women slaves."

Jeanette's expression darkened at that. "You have orc 'wives' back with your people?"

"Well of course, Jeanette. What do you expect? Do not look so jealous. I am with you now, yes?" Chief Turogg grinned widely. "Now, get going. You do not want to be missed, do you?" Jeanette glowered at the orc, but still left, striding out of the room to return to Agmar.

Jeanette held one hand to her stomach, which felt upset from the massive volume of cum that she was forced to swallow. When she arrived in Agmar's room, she found Susannah there playing with the boy. Jeanette smiled as she saw Agmar laugh at Susannah's antics. "You're good with him, Susannah. You'll be a wonderful mother when you get married."

Susannah rose and gave Jeanette a big smile. "Your Highness! Good morning!" Susannah carried Agmar to Jeanette, passing off the child. Jeanette accepted Agmar so he could be fed again. "I'm so happy you decided to spend more time with him. He missed you."

"Yes, well, I missed him too, Susannah." Jeanette smiled down at her suckling babe, rocking him gently.

"I am glad that you decided to spend more time with him, Your Highness, but may I ask, what changed your mind?" Susannah looked curiously at Jeanette. Jeanette's heart suddenly leapt to her throat, and the truth danced on the tip of her tongue. She considered the sudden urge to confide in her trusted friend, and finally gave in to it.

"Oh Susannah, I have something to tell you. A secret I've been keeping..." Jeanette hedged a moment, hesitating to speak. Susannah crossed the room with a look of concern on her face, and reached out to touch Jeanette's arm. Jeanette looked over at Susannah and blurted out, "I've been having an affair with Chief Turogg!"

Susannah gasped, dropping her hand from Jeanette's arm. Her mouth gaped open as she stared at Jeanette in shock. "What! Jeanette, why? What happened? What were you thinking?"

Jeanette winced at Susannah's reaction. "I don't know! It just happened...well, he found out about Agmar...he used that as leverage to get me alone with him. He said that I obviously liked orc men, and when he...made an advance I couldn't resist him." Jeanette flushed with embarrassment at her weakness.

"I...I just cannot believe this, Jeanette. After what happened to you, for him to attack you as well! These orcs are terrible! How can you invite them here?"

"It wasn't like that, Susannah. He didn't force me, I wanted it..." Jeanette looked down at Agmar, smiling sadly at her baby. How could she make Susannah understand why she wanted it without revealing that she had willingly been with the orcs in the first place?

"You wanted it? I don't understand..." Susannah looked at Jeanette in confusion.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 08



Jeanette bit her lip as she decided how to explain herself to Susannah. "You don't understand what it's like, Susannah. You're still a maiden...when you become a woman, when you've been with a man...it's an awakening. You learn to miss it...to need it."

Susannah bit her lip, mulling it over in her mind. "Is that really true? I've wondered what it's like. I've heard so many different things. Is it really worth all the trouble? I mean, is it worth what it's putting you through now?"

"It is, Susannah. You will understand that one day. I know that's not really an explanation or what you want to hear, but it's the truth."

"So...what is Chief Turogg like, then? I mean, do you only make love, or are you in love?" Susannah leaned in closer to get every nuance she could from Jeanette.

"I don't know...maybe? It's so very confusing...I mean, there's a strong, physical attraction. I love being with him, making love with him. I know he likes me, or at least, is possessive of me. I don't know if it's love though...I don't even know what love is." Jeanette chuckled softly. "I know I'm supposed to be the wise, knowledgeable one, Susannah, but I find I am quite lost in this whole thing. I'm...following my heart, without thinking about where it is taking me." Jeanette sighed a bit, and looked into Susannah's eyes to see if she was making any sense to her friend.

Susannah did seem lost, until the last part, when dawning showed in her eyes. "Oh, well of course you have to follow your heart Jeanette. If you follow your heart, you'll find happiness, even if you don't understand where it is taking you."

Jeanette smiled at Susannah's naïve assurance that the heart will always lead to happiness. She hoped it was true. This game she was playing was so perilous. Was she in love? Is that why she went along with everything he wanted, why it felt so good?

"Thank you. I hope you're right. It's exciting, and scary, and so confusing. I've been so worried, but also so happy, and hopeful. I didn't know what to think or feel." Jeanette smiled at her friend. "But it does feel better to talk about it. Thank you for being my friend through all of this. I don't think I could have asked for anyone better."

"You're too kind, Your Highness. You're my friend; there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. I know you would do the same for me as well." Susannah smiled and hugged Jeanette. "I'm glad you know that, Susannah. I wish I had some way to repay you for all this."

Susannah giggled softly. "Why not find me a husband who can make me feel the way you do?" Susannah blushed a bit at the suggestion. Jeanette started at Susannah for a long time, and then a smile broke on her lips. "I shall see what I can do, Susannah. I will find someone who is rich, young, strong and virile. Someone who has an exalted title that will make you a great lady." Susannah smiled back at Jeanette and giggled.

"All that, yes. But also someone fashionable, that will be welcome at court so I can continue to see you." Jeanette smiled at that. "Oh I wouldn't dream of you leaving, my dear. Not until you have at least half a dozen children to keep you busy at home!"

Susannah laughed a little louder at that. "Wouldn't that be lovely? You better start looking soon, Your Highness. I'm sure my father will select a husband any day now."

"Don't you worry my dear." Jeanette handed Agmar to Susannah. "I will ensure your father doesn't send you off anywhere anytime soon. Now please put Agmar to bed, I need to return. There is much work to do before the coronation!"

Jeanette left the room and returned to her chambers. It was now nearing midday and she still hadn't officially "rose" for the day. When she made it back into her room through the secret passage, she summoned her servants so they could bathe and dress her, and then let it be known she would receive visitors in her reception room if any needed her attention.

After Jeanette had been sitting a short while, Sir Drake was announced by Daniels. "Your Highness, how good to see you again. If you have a moment, there are a few items I need to discuss with you."

Jeanette took a moment to steel herself, then looked up and smiled at Sir Drake. "Of course Sir Drake, what is on your mind?" Sir Drake's eyes dropped to the neckline of Jeanette's dress, before he finally pulled his gaze back up and gave her a crooked smile. "This is a bit awkward for me, Your Highness, but there is something you should know. It would seem that one of the local brothels put on a tawdry show, with a harlot dressed up as you "servicing" a gang of orcs."

Jeanette flushed deeply at the thought that a rumor of what had occurred had reached back to Sir Drake. "That is astonishing, Sir Drake, and appalling. Do such things really go on in the city?" Jeanette tried to feign outrage at the event she herself participated in. "In the lower slums of the city, yes Your Highness. With all the orcs in the city, some of the houses of ill repute have begun to cater to their needs. Apparently the show was quite popular among the orc guests of the city, from what I hear."

Jeanette squirmed in her seat as Sir Drake continued to devour her with his eyes. "How did this tale get back to you?" 

"Oh, you know me, Your Highness, I always have my ear to the ground. I told you I had informants among the orcs, so it shouldn't be surprising. I know which brothel it was that put on the show, though the girl herself disappeared after the performance. I want you to know, Your Highness, that I shall not rest until I've tracked the strumpet down and seen that she is punished for degrading your good name." Sir Drake's oily smile sent a shiver down her spine, and made her wonder what he meant by 'punish'. Then Jeanette realized that she didn't want him investigating this, because the trail could only lead back to her.

"That is quite alright, Sir Drake. The poor girl was doubtless pressured into it by some pimp. The people need their little amusements, our orc guests included. No harm was done, so there is no need to seek retribution on my behalf."

Sir Drake gave her a long, leering look. "You mean to say, Your Highness, that you're alright with the brothels in the city putting on performances where whores mimicking you are gang raped by a horde of orcs?"

His bald way of putting it made Jeanette flinch, but she quickly settled herself and resumed her mask of calm. "Certainly I don't condone what they did, Sir Drake, but I suppose I can understand it. I highly doubt that this is a prelude to rebellion. It's a farce, and that is all. If it made the owner of the brothel richer for a night, I will collect my due from him when it is time for him to pay his taxes."

"If that is your wish, Your Highness, I shall let it be. I will be alert for future performances though. It is important to know what the people are saying and thinking about you after all, Your Highness. There is another matter I wanted to discuss with you. There have been a few changes to the format of the coronation."

Jeanette frowned. "Changes? It's late for that, isn't it? The coronation is tomorrow! What has happened?"

"A few minor things, Your Highness. For instance, Chief Turogg has gifted you with a dress that he would like to see you wear at the coronation."

Jeanette's mind spun with the knowledge that Chief Turogg was speaking to Sir Drake about these things. She was almost certain that this did not come up at the meeting this morning. So when did they discuss it? "A dress? I'm afraid Chief Turogg may not be familiar enough with the customs of our fashion to choose a dress. When did he bring it to you?"

"After the meeting, he was approached by one of the orc merchants in the city who showed him the dress and the cloth. He then returned to the castle and showed it to me, since I am in charge of the ceremony." Sir Drake seemed confident enough, but Jeanette sensed there was something wrong here. If Chief Turogg wanted her to wear a certain dress, he would just tell her directly. Why would he go through Sir Drake? On the other hand, why would Sir Drake make up a story about Chief Turogg wanting her to wear a dress? It didn't make any sense, but she didn't think she was going to get a straight answer from Sir Drake.

"Where is the dress now? I'd like to see what Chief Turogg thinks is an appropriate dress." 

"I'm afraid it's being altered for you now, Your Highness. It is with your seamstress who is making it ready for tomorrow. There are a few other matters as well. In honor of our alliance with Chief Turogg, I believe he should be given the honor of helping to vest you in the royal symbols tomorrow, along with Duke Frederick, myself, and the daughter of Duke Vender."

Jeanette smiled at the idea, pleased with the notion of Chief Turogg being there at this important moment in her life. "A splendid notion, Sir Drake. It is a great honor, and well deserved. I'm sure he will be most appreciative to be included in such a momentous event."

"No doubt he will be, Your Highness. There is one last change to the ceremony I would like to go over with you. Ordinarily, as you know, the coronation is preceded by the procession of the crown through the streets by a young lady. Given the tenseness of the current situation with Heste, and well, no offense intended Your Highness, but with your youth, I thought it would be better for you to march through the city to the castle, and be met there by the crown and other symbols of the monarchy. So the people will see you, and appreciate that your comfortable assuming sovereign responsibility in such a trying time."

Jeanette didn't like the look on Sir Drake's face. She didn't like any of these last minute changes, and was sure there was something more going on here. Still, what Sir Drake said made sense, and if Chief Turogg did pick out a dress for her, she would love for the whole city to see her in it. "That sounds reasonable enough, Sir Drake. I certainly have no issue with going through the city, I've done it often enough. I think it might be better, actually, to have the people see their Queen directly on the day of the coronation. A Queen should be among her people."

"I am so pleased to hear you feel that way, Your Highness. It will be an event the people talk about for a generation or more. The rest of the day should go as previously discussed. After you are vested with the royal emblems, you will have the opportunity to address the court. Then, there will be a feast in the castle for the nobility, and feasts in the quarters of the city for the people."

"That sounds excellent, Sir Drake. I think I should like to walk the city again after the ceremony, so I can join the commoners in their feasts."

Sir Drake grinned widely again at that. "Of course, Your Highness. I am sure they will be delighted to have such a personal audience with you."

"Where will the orcs be seated during the feast?"

"Chief Turogg will be to your left, and seated next to him will be his brother. The rest of the orcs that were invited into the castle will be seated at one of the lesser tables. On your other side will be Duke Welton and Lady Susannah."

Jeanette nodded in approval of the arrangement. "Excellent. You've done a splendid job organizing this, Sir Drake. I'm sure it will go without a hitch."

Before Sir Drake could respond, there was a frantic shout from outside the receiving room, and a dirty, disheveled looking messenger burst into the room. "Your Highess, I have news from the Lyskean Pass. Hesten raiders have entered into Zentara and have burned several villages and homesteads along the border!"

Jeanette gasped and rose from the table. "What? When? How many of them?"

The messenger panted for breath and tried to steady himself. "They came in two weeks ago. Several hundred of them. They come through the pass, attack, and return to the army encampment of the other side."

Sir Drake asked, "What is the commander of our forces doing to stop them?"

"I cannot answer that, Sir. I left immediately after the first attack. There should be more riders coming in after me to bring you more information."

"How many villagers have died? Where are the survivors headed?" Jeanette was concerned for the survivors, now refugees. It was hard enough to live out in the villages without your homes being destroyed. "Several hundred dead, most like. The survivors are with the army camp, or were when I left."

"I see. Thank you for riding so quickly to get here. You may go. I'll have you brought to the kitchen so you can eat, and then get cleaned up. You've earned a rest."

"Thank you, Your Highness." The messenger bowed and left, and Jeanette turned to Sir Drake. "Sir Drake, go and get me Duke Welton, then meet me back here. We have much to discuss."

"Of course Your Highness, at once." Sir Drake left, leaving Jeanette alone with her thoughts. She knew that the conflict could start at any moment, but it was still a shock now that it had. She hadn't even been crowned yet and was leading the Kingdom into a war. This was new territory for Jeanette and Zentara, which hadn't seen a real war in over a hundred years. Without the example of her parents to guide her, she would have to trust the experience of Chief Turogg, the wisdom of Duke Welton, and in her own common sense to see her through this crisis.

After she met with Frederick and Sir Drake she would need to see Chief Turogg. Though they had agreed in principle to collaborate for the campaign, it was time for a more concrete agreement to be reached. Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of Sir Drake with Frederick.

"This is terrible news, Your Highness. If only we had more time to prepare..." Frederick looked worried, now that their plans had been pushed up by the sudden assault. "We shall have to do the best we can, Your Grace. First we must decide how to respond."

Sir Drake chimed in, "We should march on the Lyskean Pass and occupy it now, that will prevent them from crossing through."

"That will likely provoke the Hestens into a direct attack against our army, which we're not ready for" Frederick snapped back. "Duke Welton is correct, we must not seize the pass yet, unless we see signs that their army is going to. What do you think of engaging their raiders with skirmishers of our own? Keeping the conflict small scale, for now?"

"It is a lot of ground to cover, Your Highness. We will not be able to intercept all their raiding parties. Hundreds more will die." Leave it to Sir Drake to find the most painful reasoning against her plan, she thought. Frederick came to her air, "It is a regrettable, though necessary sacrifice. We need time to bring Chief Turogg's army to the front. If they want to provoke us with raids instead of an invasion, I say we let them."

"Then it is decided. Your Grace, I need you to ride for the army and take command of the defense. You're the only one I trust to keep the enemy distracted until we get there."

"I'm deeply honored Your Highness. I shall ride at once. I only regret that I will not be here for your coronation." Jeanette sighed softly as she realized that he would miss it. "It is too bad, Your Grace. Perhaps your son would be willing to step in for you?" 

"That would be a great honor, Your Highness. Thank you." Frederick was glad that his son was being honored, but also glad that he would miss out on the fighting when Zentara was in the weaker position. "I will not keep you any longer then, Your Grace, you will be busy getting ready."

Frederick bowed and left, leaving Sir Drake alone with Jeanette. "Sir Drake, find Chief Turogg and bring him here, alone. Then leave us."

Sir Drake nodded and went to find Chief Turogg for Jeanette. When he arrived and Sir Drake had left, Jeanette smiled at him. "Thank you for coming, Chief Turogg. I'm sure Sir Drake explained to you what has happened. It is time for commitment, even if all the details from our end have not been decided yet."

"I understand, Jeanette. I have sent a rider to me people, they will be at the human camp in nine weeks."

"That is a long time, but I don't see how they can move any faster. I've sent Duke Welton to command the human camp, and to harry their forces until your force can arrive."

"That is good, Jeanette. If he provides time, we can smash them. I do not doubt it." Chief Turogg gave her a confident grin. "We have six weeks to finish negotiations before I must travel to join my forces in the camp."

Jeanette smiled, and then rushed forward to give him a hug. "I have no doubt that we will come to an agreement, Chief Turogg. Thank you for all your help." Chief Turogg was surprised, but wrapped his arms around Jeanette.

"I have sent Bodak to gather my forces and lead them into Zentara. From now on it will be Sir Drake and me in negotiations."

"I see. Well, that is fair and will satisfy the agreement we made. Though I am curious, Chief Turogg, where did the idea for my dress at the coronation come from?"

Chief Turogg gave his familiar, low guttural chuckle. "Sir Drake asked me if I would like to contribute at all to your coronation. Since we are so close, I thought it would be great to give you a present. I did not know what would be a good gift, and Sir Drake suggested a dress. I thought I knew just where to find the material for one, then it was just a matter of picking a design, but we managed it."

Jeanette game him a long look, digesting his words. He had a different story than Sir Drake, which made her only wonder more what the relationship between the two was. She didn't have time to think about that though. "Thank you for the gift, then. I am sure it will be lovely."

Chief Turogg reached to Jeanette's face to brush his fingers through her hair while his other hand stroked down her back to cup her rear. "I'm afraid I do not have time for this right now, Chief Turogg. I have to prepare the speech for tomorrow, and prepare mentally for the coronation."

Chief Turogg grinned at her. "If you say so Jeanette, I can wait. Perhaps it will be better this way. I look forward to fucking the crowned queen of Zentara. I shall look for you tomorrow after the feasts. Be ready and waiting for me, Jeanette." Chief Turogg left, leaving Jeanette to prepare for tomorrow's event.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 09



Jeanette sat stiffly at her vanity as her servants prepared her for the coronation. Because the dress for the occasion had been specially made, the seamstress joined with her usual servants to assist in putting it on the soon to be Queen. Jeanette's own servants braided and styled her hair, then applied red lipstick and blue eyeliner to her face. Her cheeks were tinted with rouge, and her finger and toe nails were also reddened. Heeding the instructions she received, she also ordered her servants to pluck out her body hair, leaving her bare and smooth from the neck down. If her servants were surprised by the command, they didn't show it, and carried out the orders dutifully.

Once she was ready, her own personal servants were dismissed and the seamstress and her assistants entered to dress her. Jeanette's heart pounded in her dress as they began readying the fabrics, shoes and jewelry that made up the outfit. She knew the dress had been designed by Chief Turogg, who had collaborated in some way with Sir Drake to get her to wear it. She didn't think that boded well, but also trusted that it couldn't be anything too outrageous, given the public nature of the ceremony.

The staff was mostly silent, giving only quiet commands to move this way or that so they could dress her. They didn't meet her eyes, and Jeanette didn't know if they thought this dress was her idea or not. First, they slipped the white, thigh high sheer silk stockings up Jeanette's long legs. She then stepped into a pair of white leather pumps, with tall, six inch high heels strapped on with a string of pearls which wound around her ankles. 

The next piece of the outfit was a pair of thin, silky white bikini briefs which tied together on each side of her hips. The gusset of the panties barely covered her slit, and left a sliver of her labia exposed on each side. Similarly, the back of it barely covered the crack of her ass, and left generous portions of each cheek exposed.

The dress itself was not really a dress. It was made from the sheer white silk cloth she had purchased from the orc merchant so many months ago. It was sewn into a bustier which ran from just over her navel into cups which lifted her breasts up and pushed them into a deep cleavage. The fabric of the cups were double folded, which prevented it from being so sheer that it exposed her nipples, though the placement left the tops of her breasts exposed. Her waist and back were not so fortunate, being left exposed through the gauzy material. The bustier had four garters, two on the front and two on the back, which tied to the silk stockings to keep them up. The servants next wrapped a golden belly chain around her waist, letting it rest just above her hips. Around her neck they fastened a string of pink hued pearls, centered on a large, walnut sized pearl, and then smaller ones in descending order until the last was the size of a raisin.

Another stretch of the fabric had been fashioned into silk gloves, which ran all the way up to her biceps. The outfit was completed with two more strips of sheer silk hanging off the golden belly chain, forming a loin cloth over her front and back sides which extended down to her ankles.

The outfit was more scandalous than she had imagined possible, and as she looked at herself in the mirror she was shocked and appalled that Sir Drake and Chief Turogg could think she would be able to wear this in a public ceremony. Although the seamstress looked at her body admiringly for how she filled it out, the other women who assisted her could not bring their eyes to look on the indecently exposed woman. 

Jeanette had to admit to herself that she looked sexy, and the idea of wearing it publically secretly thrilled and excited her. But her mind rebelled against the idea of turning herself into a sex object for the masses to leer at. She tried to think of ways to get out of it, though by now the ceremony was about to begin, and there wasn't time to find a new dress. Besides, even if she did, she knew she would be punished by Chief Turogg, and her secret possibly revealed which would cause more problems than simply wearing the dress.

Jeanette finally gave in to the idea of wearing the dress, and allowed the seamstress to cover her in a fur cloak she could wear while travelling to the starting point of the ceremony, allowing her dress to remain hidden until the big reveal.

Jeanette left the castle by the servant's entrance, and climbed into a waiting covered wagon which would take her through the city. Her heart pounded and her chest tightened as trepidation of the upcoming public exposure gnawed at her insides. Her stomach was in butterflies as she imagined thousands of eyes devouring her flesh.

As she rode in the wagon through the city, she peeked out though the covering and saw that crowds were already lining the streets. It seemed as if the entire city had appeared to watch the ceremony. No one would miss her march through the streets in the revealing 'gown'. Jeanette hated how the idea of exposure, despite tying her stomach in knots, also made her nipples hard and caused her to moisten. These physical signs of arousal would not help the leering looks she was already going to receive from wearing this dress.

The wagon eventually made its way to the city gate where the ceremony would start. Outside, there was a formation of the royal guard who would march along the sides of the street as she processed through the city. Also waiting for her there was Daniels and another footman, who would walk behind her to bestow alms or favors at her direction along the way.

She was left to consider the upcoming march while waiting for the procession to begin. The more she thought of every set of eyes in the city on her, the more aroused she became. Many of these would be the same people she visited with in the slums, people who had known her for years. They would see her now, not as the innocent, childish princess they knew, but as a grown, adult, sexually aware woman. Jeanette giggled softly to herself at that. As an unmarried woman, she was supposed to be virginal, but she doubted anyone would still believe that after seeing her today. That thought also sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Daniels opened the back of the wagon and poked his head in. "It's time, Your Highness." Jeanette climbed down, shaking slightly as she exited the wagon. This is it, she thought. Daniels pulled the cloak off her shoulders and set it in the wagon. When he turned back around and saw what she was wearing, he gasped. Jeanette flushed deeply at the sound, and could feel his eyes drinking in her partially exposed backside, as well as the curves of her hips and legs. She hadn't considered it before, but she would be in close proximity to Daniels and the other footman the entire way. They would get to enjoy the dress from up close. Then Jeanette remembered yesterday how she had promised to visit all the minor feasts in the city after the major one in the castle. She would be up close with everyone in this dress before the day was over.

Jeanette looked back, and saw Daniels avert his eyes from her. He was blushing, and Jeanette could tell that he wanted to say something, but didn't have the nerve. Jeanette steeled herself, held her head high, and began marching through the city. As soon as she passed through the gates and came into view of the crowd, a murmuring began that rippled through the city, becoming a roar. Trumpeters began to play, though the noise didn't suppress the noise of the crowd. Jeanette raised her hand, waving to the people on either side of the street, giving them a big smile. The crowd began to cheer, and she relaxed somewhat. 

She could still feel their eyes boring into her, but at least for the moment the distance between them and her was great enough that they would not get too good a look at her body. That would change the further she moved from the gate, when the roads would become narrower and the crowd packed tighter around her.

As the crowd grew nearer to her, Jeanette began to see the reactions of the people. Most of the men were aroused at the sight of their queen as a sexual being. They reached out to touch her, and if not for the soldiers on the side of the road, they would probably be able to. The women had more of a mixed reaction. Some were envious of her figure and beauty, others disgusted by the wanton costume. Some even seemed impressed that Jeanette had the confidence to wear such a revealing outfit. When Jeanette realized that the crowd was not going to riot, or start screaming expletives at her and calling her a whore, she relaxed and began to enjoy the parade even more. Although walking with the high heels on the cobblestone road was brutal on her feet, it gave her more height to view the people, and to be viewed. 

Whenever Jeanette turned to the footmen to order them to distribute some coins to the crowd, she saw them avert their eyes from her backside. She also noticed that they were walking 'stiffly', trying to hide the erections straining against their pants. It made her want to giggle, but she was able to control herself and not acknowledge their reactions, which would have only embarrassed them and made her seem like a loose woman. Well, the dress already made her seem like a loose woman, so an even looser one then.

Jeanette's heart began to beat faster as she got closer to the castle. Now she would start seeing more noble families, people that were closer to her own class, and whom she had dined and talked with. Their reaction would be harder to judge, and her exposure would feel more humiliating to them. Jeanette also observed the greater contrast in their dresses. The noble women had layers upon layers of clothing on. They probably had more fabric in the skirt of the dress than Jeanette had covering her entire body. Jeanette also noticed that they looked significantly more uncomfortable than she felt, even in her heels. She was lucky with the weather today, being quite warm and sunny. It felt wonderful on her exposed skin; the noblewoman looked flushed and overheated in their many layers of clothing.

Jeanette passed between the noble families and crossed the bridge leading into the castle. She ascended the stairs leading into the central keep, gaining access to the throne room. Trumpets blasted again to signal her arrival. Jeanette paused for a moment at the entrance to the great hall. When the trumpets stopped, a choir took up a song, signaling Jeanette to complete her walk to the throne. When she was seated on the throne, Sir Drake stepped forward. "All hail Queen Jeanette Grennally, daughter of Rolf, supreme sovereign of the Kingdom of Zentara. Your Highness, in the name of your people, accept the symbols of your sovereign power over Zentara."

The small daughter of Duke Vender stepped forward. "Your Highness, please accept this ring on behalf of the children of Zentara. May you lead us into prosperity." The girl slid the ruby ring onto Jeanette's finger, then kissed the stone and curtsied before stepping back again. She was followed by the son of Duke Welton. "Your Highness, take the royal scepter, let it be a symbol of your strength and power." Jeanette smiled up at Susannah's brother as she took the scepter. She noticed his blush, and followed his gaze down to her exposed cleavage as he looked down her dress. Her eyes then caught sight of the bulge in his trousers as he stepped away from her again.

Chief Turogg then walked forward, a swagger in his step and a wide grin on his lips. "Queen Jeanette, in the name of friendship between our peoples, accept the royal collar, it is a symbol of your justice, and the respect your people have for you. May your reign be long and just." Chief Turogg leaned forward, removing the pearl necklace. After slipping it into his pocket, he clasped the thick golden collar he gave her on their second meeting. As it snapped around her neck, Jeanette reflected on Chief Turogg's words. The idea of the orc chief bestowing a royal emblem on her could suggest that her power came from the orcs, and the imagery of the orc collaring the queen could be misconstrued as well.

Jeanette glanced out toward the audience, who though confused at the inclusion of the orc chief, did not seem to read any deeper meaning from the display. Still, Jeanette remembered that this was Sir Drake's idea, and it was another indicator that there was some connection between the two that she was unaware of. Jeanette looked up at Chief Turogg again, and could see that he too was enjoying the view down the front of the dress. His bulge was much larger than Susannah's brother, and he was not reticent at all about thrusting it into her face.

The collar prevented her from moving her head much, forcing her to look straight out into the crowd. She lost sight of Chief Turogg when he receded, and did not see Sir Drake at all when he approached. "Your Highness, I present to you the crown of Zentara. It symbolizes the office of Queen, and represents the sacred trust emplaced upon you to lead your people. Wear it with honor." Sir Drake set the crown upon her head. The crown was fashion of gold. Instead of the usual points of the crown, it instead consisted of a thick band supporting three figures. Each figure was of a naked woman, though the shape was not detailed enough to be considered explicit. The figure on each side of her head carried a sword and coin respectively, while the figure centered on her forehead carried the scales of justice. It was an unusual crown, but suitable for a Queen of Zentara. Each figure represented an aspect of her office, and made the crown the centerpiece of all the royal emblems, standing above them, yet linking them together into a symbol of her reign. When Sir Drake stepped away, she rose from the throne and approached the edge of the raised dais to address the assembled nobles.

"These are momentous times for Zentara. For the first time in a hundred years, we are on the cusp of war. It is not a war of our making, nor one we sought. We have always been a peaceful people, interested in shared prosperity through peaceful, mutually beneficial trade. This conflict is being thrust upon us by the aggressive, and hostile ambitions of Heste. This is not the first time they have threatened us, or attempted to bully us. Heste has always been jealous of our prosperity, of our rich, lush earth and hardworking people. Their aggression has always been held in check by our good friends in Thesta and Sandora, who share our love of peace. The assistance we've gratefully received from our friends has been curtailed by a lack of communication between Thesta, Sandora, and our new friends in the orc tribes. Thanks to the recent cultivation of that friendship, I am pleased to announce that this lack of communication has been rectified, and there is no longer any obstacle toward receiving their assistance again."

Jeanette paused here as the assembled nobility clapped, and to allow the heralds repeating her words for the crowds outside to catch up with her. She wondered how many spies Heste had in the crowd who would carry her words back to King Connor and Duke Gilbert. Well, if they did, they would carry the wrong message back, thanks to her little bit of subterfuge. Jeanette looked from side to side of the hall, trying to gauge the reactions of the upper crust of Zentaran society. Many of the men averted their eyes from her, apparently more interested in her body and dress than in what she was saying. That was unfortunate, but couldn't be avoided she supposed. A good portion of the men and the women did listen avidly to what she was saying however, and were taking her seriously. 

"Even with the assistance of our friends, I do not want war. I do not want to baptize my reign in the blood of my people. I want peace. I want to continue the peaceful tradition of my forefathers, and engage in commerce with Heste, to the benefit of both our people. But I cannot shy away from conflict either. Already, Hesten soldiers have crossed into our lands and butchered our people. The brave men of Zentara have already marched to defend our frontier, and to prevent any further incursions by these criminals. Even still, I have not abandoned the hope for peace. As our fathers and brothers and sons stand vigil for our protection, I still intend to extend a hand of friendship to Heste, and find a way for our peoples to achieve peace. With the help of Thesta and Sandora, I believe we can."

The audience applauded again, and Jeanette noticed that more of the men were paying attention to her words now. For a moment, Jeanette felt bad that she was lying to them. She had no intention of sincerely pursuing peace with Heste. It had come much too far for that. With the aid of Chief Turogg's tribe, she could end the threat Heste posed once and for all. Now that Zentara had the advantage, she had no intention of relenting.

"The peace following the conclusion of our conflict with will be the cornerstone of my reign. On this peace, I will build the future prosperity of our people. The settling of these great issues will allow for increased trading opportunities throughout the Westlands, and into the Angrian March. It will usher in a new era for all the people of these lands, an era of peace, prosperity, and culture. By putting aside out conflicts, we can focus our treasure on fostering the arts, on improving our cities and towns, and developing new techniques to ease the burdens on our people. Today, before all of you, I dedicate my reign to peace, prosperity, and progress!"

Jeanette's speech was met with thunderous ovation in the hall, and as the heralds concluded repeating it, a great roar could be heard throughout the city, followed by the ringing of bells and the sounding of horns. Jeanette returned to her throne and sat down as Sir Drake stepped forward again. "Your Highness, Ladies and Gentlemen, let the festivities begin!"

An army of servants appeared in the hall, and in a flash, tables laden with food and drinks were set, and the guests seated. Throughout the city, tables were uncovered and the party inaugurating Jeanette's reign began. Jeanette sat at the head table on her throne, flanked by Sir Drake and Chief Turogg. As Frederick and Bodak had left the city, neither was present at the table as had originally been planned. Jeanette looked over at Chief Turogg, she thought about his upcoming visit to her quarters that night. A shiver coursed through her at the thought. She was already quite excited from her exposure to the people of the city, and with the pleasure associated with being crowned, a visit from Chief Turogg was just the thing to cap off a perfect evening.

Jeanette's position at the table made her difficult to approach, though she could tell that several people wanted to, both male and female. Jeanette knew that many of the women wanted to talk to her about the daring outfit she was wearing and how she got the nerve to show it off in public. The men, she thought, just wanted an excuse to come over and see her up close.

Eventually one clever man used the excuse of thanking Chief Turogg for his cooperation as an excuse to approach the head table. While he was conversing with the orc, however, his gaze flitted over to Jeanette, drinking in the details of her exposed body up close. Jeanette smiled softly to herself, letting him gaze over her body. He would probably be thinking of her tonight, when he was with his wife, or by himself. It would be Chief Turogg who would get to have her. Others soon began to follow the example of the first man and approach in order to talk to Chief Turogg or Sir Drake. When enough had gathered around the table, Jeanette decided to have some fun with them, and rose from the throne to visit the other tables, visiting with their wives while they were stuck with the increasingly uncomfortable Chief Turogg.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 09



As she expected, the women wanted to talk about her outfit, what it was made out of, and how she got the idea and the courage to wear it. Since she couldn't very well tell them Chief Turogg and Sir Drake were behind it, she did her best to pass it off. She came up with a story of not wanting to wear a dress as it is too cumbersome for daily life. On the other hand, she wanted to remain feminine, as she could use her curves to manipulate men. While some of the older women were shocked at her frank use of sexuality, the others were eager to agree that it would be desirable to take advantage of men's inability to see past a woman's body and applauded her good sense. 

After Jeanette visited with the women, she said goodbye to Chief Turogg, and then summoned Daniels and some personal guards to accompany her into the city to attend the commoners' party. Although she had spent a lot of time with the commoners, it was usually in a more formal setting, being approached for a petition, or visiting on the side of the street as she walked through a neighborhood. This was a much different situation. Tonight she was meeting with the commoners socially, and it was a whole different atmosphere than what she was used to. The commoners, she had to admit, appeared to be having much more fun than the nobles. At the castle, people talked among themselves in small groups, perhaps joking or playing a game. 

Out here in the streets with the commoners was a whole different manner. People were singing, dancing, and drinking liberally. They were much more open with their affections, touching each other, kissing and holding in a way that the nobility would never do in public. At first, the commoners were leery when Jeanette joined their party, afraid of acting inappropriately around the Queen. But her good nature, and the skimpy outfit, soon loosened them up again. Jeanette joined them in dancing and singing while Daniels and the royal guards watched. Jeanette found it exciting, much more exciting than the party in the castle. As the commoners got more comfortable with her presence, they touched her while dancing, spinning her and holding her. The thin layer of silk did little to shield her from their coarse hands, and even less to prevent them from feeling her soft curves and hot skin.

As she spun, the loin cloth hanging from her belly chain would fly up, allowing the commoners to get a more direct look at the exposed parts of her ass, and to watch how the silky panties hugged the contours of her mons and outline her slit. Jeanette could feel their eyes on her outer labia, left uncovered by the gusset of the panties. Her exposure only made her hotter and more excited, and drove her to dance with greater abandon. As she got wilder and more enthusiastic, her large bust bounced and swayed. The tight corset already had trouble containing her breasts, and with the frantic movements it wasn't long before her tits began to fall out, allowing the men and women at the party to see her bare breasts completely. Daniels watched her, bug eyed as her breasts bounced about and swayed, freed from the confines of the corset. The commoners cheered, causing Jeanette to flush. By this point of the party, she was hardly the only one revealing any skin. Many of the women had also become partially undressed, and some couples were becoming intimate in alleyways and secluded corners.

Jeanette fixed her top, stuffing her breasts back into the corset, but it wasn't long at all until the fell free again from the dancing. Indeed, now that they had seen her tits and she hadn't stormed off in shock, then men began to twirl her faster and harder, eager to make them fall out again. Although they refrained from touching her in an importune fashion, they did take every opportunity to watch her assets.

Jeanette moved from party to party in the different quarters of the city, growing more and more aroused with each one. Her mind constantly went back to Chief Turogg and their scheduled rendezvous that evening. She imagined it was his arms on her, lifting, spinning and twirling her. Imagined it was him watching as her breasts spilled out and bounced. Soon she found she couldn't wait any longer to be with him again, and signaled to her entourage that it was time to return to the castle. 

Jeanette returned to her room, dismissing her servants for the night so they could enjoy the rest of the festivities. It would also make sure she would not be disturbed when Chief Turogg arrived. Jeanette paced in her room, still in the skimpy dress and adorned in the royal regalia as she thought about how to greet Chief Turogg when he arrived. In the end, she supposed it wouldn't really matter. She didn't think that he would want to stand on ceremony. If the wait for tonight was for him anything like it was for her, he'd simply burst into the room, throw her on the bed and ravish her all night long.

Chief Turogg got word somehow that she had returned, for she was not waiting long at all before Chief Turogg entered through the secret passage. Jeanette moved across the room to greet him, falling to her knees before him when they met in the middle of the room. "Welcome, my Chief. How may I serve you tonight?" She looked up at him, the candlelight reflecting off her crown as she knelt before the powerfully built orc. Chief Turogg reached down, stroking through her hair to clasp the back of her head. He growled as he used his free hand to pull out his cock, slapping her across the face with the rapidly stiffening meat.

He loved the sight of the human queen, adorned with her royal regalia, kneeling at his feet as he rubbed his monstrous cock across her face. Jeanette moaned hotly, eagerly, as she felt the mounds covering the slanted cock sliding over her. She turned her head to nuzzle against it, pursing her lips to kiss and lick at it as it glided across her face. Finally, Chief Turogg gave her the order, "Suck it!"

Jeanette groaned in delight, hungrily turning her lips to the slanted head, sliding it into her mouth and began to suck it eagerly. Jeanette raised her hand to grip the base of his cock, jerking it rapidly as she sank deeper and deeper down the length, swallowing inch after inch of the ribbed shaft into her mouth. Chief Turogg groaned as his cock disappeared into the young human woman's mouth. Jeanette's hot, wet mouth felt wonderful, and her skill using her lips and tongue quickly brought him to his full arousal. As he looked down at her regal face bobbing wantonly on his shaft, he nearly came in an instant. Chief Turogg rolled his had back, grunting again as he felt her throat contort and stretch around the head of the cock as she swallowed it down.

Chief Turogg tightened his grip on the back of her head, and started to slide her lips up and down his cock, helping her to bob faster along the rugged length. Her spittle made the surface of his cock slick, allowing her to glide easier up and down the bumps on the cock. He quickly started to lose control, bucking his hips to fuck her throat, moving in a blur as she launched herself up and down his pole.

Jeanette's throat ached as the monstrous cock slammed in and out of it, rubbing it fiercely. Chief Turogg hilted himself in her mouth over and over, forcing her to stop her fist from stroking the base. Instead she played with her breasts, rubbing and teasing the nipples through the soft silk corset, until they hardened and pressed against the fabric. Jeanette surrendered her head to the orc, allowing him to move it as he pleased, moving only her lips and tongue to pleasure the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth.

Her eyes began to water from the stuffing of her throat with the cock. Jeanette did not relent, continuing to use all her skills until Chief Turogg pulled her hair back, keeping only the head of his shaft in her mouth. With a groan, his cock began to spasm and he shot his load into her mouth. His hot, salty seed spurted onto her tongue, sending shivers down her back. She groaned hungrily as her mouth filled with the cum, the taste embedding itself on her taste buds. "Don't swallow!" Chief Turogg grunted out the command as his climax began to subside, though he continued on to shoot a few more spurts of seed between her lips. "Aaaah!" Chief Turogg sighed in contentment, and then pulled his cock the rest of the way out of her mouth. His thick gray fingers stroked over her cheek, then clasped her jaw, prying her mouth open so he could look down at the load of semen pooled on her tongue. 

"That is a sight I like to see Jeanette...swallow!" Jeanette swallowed it down, shivering as she felt the hot mess slide down her throat into stomach. It warmed her belly, while the pleasing taste lingered in her mouth. Jeanette parted her lips again, showing Chief Turogg that her mouth was empty. "Good girl"

"Thank you, My Chief." Jeanette smiled up at him, shaking on the floor beneath the orc as she rubbed her thighs together. "You look good in that dress, Jeanette. I can see it was a good choice. Do you enjoy it?" Jeanette looked up at him, heated arousal glinting in her eyes. "Oh yes, My Chief! I've been thinking of you all night...every step I take, every movement of the dress is a reminder of how much I want you..."

"That is good. It is how it should be. But I will take you in my time, and at my pleasure. Not yours. Understand?" Chief Turogg reached down, lifting Jeanette up. He moved her to a nearby table, sweeping it clear with a large forearm, and then bent her over it. 

"Yes My Chief! I understand!"

"Good girl!" Chief Turogg gave his low guttural chuckle again as he slid his hand up Jeanette's stocking, then plucked at the string tying the bikini briefs together so the garment fell off her waist and revealed her firm ass, and her pussy. "Perhaps I should have you wear it like this? Let the whole world see you for what you are; a cunt, and ass for fucking!" Chief Turogg laughed louder as Jeanette flushed and moaned in need, the humiliating words, and the accompanying images flashing through her mind making her ever more aroused.

Chief Turogg rubbed her backside; his fat finger sliding over Jeanette's puckered rear as his other hand reached into his pocket. He pulled out the pearl necklace he removed from around her neck earlier in the day. Grinning widely, he pulled her cheeks apart, opening up the puckered rear. He then pressed the first, smallest pearl against it and started to feed the necklace inside. Jeanette moaned as she felt the increasingly large pearls slide into her ass one by one, filling her backside. Although the pearls were not as large as the orc cocks she had in her rear, the differing size of the gems, and the smooth, rounded texture felt wonderful inside her. The walls of her ass clutched to every curve, and once it was inside, he began to turn the necklace and move it about inside her.

Jeanette rocked her hips, lifting her ass up to push against his fingers and the necklace, moaning louder. Her pussy exuded heat, and the juices slickened her thighs. Her swollen labia flared open, begging for his cock while he teased her ass. Chief Turogg continued to fuck her ass with the necklace while Jeanette bucked and groaned beneath her. Finally, she shoved it deep inside her until only a tail stuck out, and then flipped her over onto her back, spreading her legs around his waist as he lined up his cock with her pussy.

Chief Turogg thrust deep into her, and began fucking her hard. Jeanette's arms fell to her sides, gripping the table as she placed her heels in the small of his back, using it to pull her hips up into his thrusts, riding the ribbed cock eagerly as it slide in and out. The wet noise of their fucking filled the room, mixed with their grunts and groans. The sounds of pleasure grew louder as the moved against each other, Chief Turogg twisting at the waist to attack her pussy from different angles as she rolled her hips toward him, eager for each bit of friction that his massive cock caused inside her.

"You look so pretty, Jeanette, dressed up as a queen, with crown and collar and ring, while stuffed so full of my fat orc cock!" She quivered at his words, jolts of pleasure shooting through her body. "It is so hot to see the human queen submit to her chieftain...I'm going to cum...cum so deep inside you Jeanette. I'm going to give you another orc baby! The human queen will have an orc son to rule after her!" Chief Turogg through his head back and groaned again as he shot his seed, spurting the thick ropes of cum against her cervix, painting the entrance to her womb with the virile sperm.

Jeanette convulsed, shuddering as his climax triggered her own. The day's pent up lust exploded within her as the heat engulfed her body. She tensed as she lifted her hips, holding herself as hard against his pelvis as she could, squeezing the pearls in her ass as she kept his cock deep inside her as they rode the crest of their orgasms. After a moment when it did subside, she fell back on the table, panting for breath. Her chest heaved, straining against the thin silk corset as her skin glistened with the sweat of their lovemaking.

"Oooh....My Chief....mmm...." Jeanette moaned and sighed in satisfaction as she basked in the afterglow of the coupling. Her body twitched as she squeezed his cock and the pearls with her body, enjoying the feeling of the double penetration. Chief Turogg had a mischievous glint in his eye though, and soon pulled his cock out of her.

"If you're going to bear my child, Jeanette, we need to make sure none of my precious seed goes to waste, right?" The orc grinned down at her, then turned away to look for something. 

"Ah...of course, My Chief...what did you have in mind?"

Chief Turogg found what he was looking for, reaching to pick up the royal scepter. The top of it was a gold ball about the size of a small fist, the outside of which was adorned with coins, gold marks from the beginning of the Grennally dynasty. Chief Turogg returned to Jeanette, wielding the scepter as he looked down at Jeanette's form, splayed out on the table beneath him. "We need to plug you up so you do not leak, is this not so, Jeanette?"

Chief Turogg pressed the head of the scepter against Jeanette's gaping pussy, already starting to leak out the potent orc cum. She whimpered as she felt the cool metal press against her hot, sensitive slit. Her heart pounded wildly, both from the climax, but also from the wicked naughtiness of having the important symbol of her family's sovereignty pressed against her sex, and stopping up the cum of an orc.

"Nnng....y-yes, that's right My Chief...I must be plugged...so that not a single drop of your seed falls out of me..." Jeanette whined the words out, telling her lover what he wanted to hear. The feeling of her scepter between her legs aroused her again, making her want to feel it press inside her. Chief Turogg obliged her, and began to spin the gold against her pussy as he applied more pressure, pushing more firmly until finally her already stretched labia opened enough to swallow it inside her body. The scepter pushed the cum back inside her, forcing it back to her cervix as he pushed it deeper and deeper inside her.

The feeling of the large ball, studded with the gold mark coins was enough to push her over the edge again. This new stimulation so soon after her climax caused an eruption of smaller orgasms. "Aaah! Ah yes My Chief!" Chief Turogg laughed at her reaction as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He set her down and pulled the covers over her. "I want you to sleep like this tonight, Jeanette. Your pearls in your ass, your scepter in your cunt, holding my seed inside you. For whatever wealth and symbols you might have on the outside, we both know you are my whore."

Jeanette leaned up to kiss Chief Turogg on the lips, and then lied back in bed. "Yes My Chief." Despite his harsh words, Jeanette knew she was more to him than that. This was a fun game for them to play, and she didn't want to let it go. She watched him slip from the room with longing, wishing he didn't have to go, but could spend the night with her.

When Jeanette awoke the next morning, Chief Turogg was already in her room, sitting on a chair at the foot of her bed with her chest of treasures on his lap. "Good morning, My Chief, what brings you here so early?" Chief Turogg looked over to her, letting the coins in his hands drop back into the chest. 

"Perhaps I just like to watch you sleep, Jeanette?" Jeanette smiled back at him. "Have you come here often before to watch me sleep, always slipping out of the room before I wake?"

"You should know by now, Jeanette, that I have been here often. More often then you know."

"I realize that, My Chief. I realized that when I found the silk cloth I had purchased was removed from my room and turned into the lovely dress I am wearing even now." Jeanette smirked at him playfully, though she watched him carefully to gauge his reaction. 

Chief Turogg's face betrayed no reaction to the veiled accusation. "What's yours is mine, isn't that what we discussed last night, Jeanette?" Chief Turogg set the chest down and rose from the chair. He walked to the side of the bed and pulled the blanket off. He then crouched down and ran his hand along Jeanette's body, stroking over her inner thigh to spread her legs wider. Chief Turogg wrapped his fingers around the scepter, giving it a little nudge. "Still here, I see. Good girl. But it should come out now I think. It will be difficult enough to explain to your servants how it got so messy, yes?"

Jeanette flushed and groaned as she felt the scepter slide out of her, then sighed. Despite the pleasure, both physical and mental that it gave her, it did feel much better to have it removed. She gave another little squeal as Chief Turogg yanked the pearl necklace from her rear as well. "It will be quite difficult to explain... it seems it falls to me to clean it, does it not? I have been getting practice acting as a servant for you and your men, after all." Jeanette paused and watched Chief Turogg as he stood above the chest. "I see you have taken inventory of my personal treasures. Are you impressed with what I've managed to collect? Is there anything else you're planning to remake into a gift for me?"

"It is an impressive haul, Jeanette. You must have been quite the whore. I almost feel sorry I missed seeing you in your glory days. But I am content to receive the fruits of your labor and enjoy the skills you have learned."

"I've certainly never heard you complain about it."

"I've wondered all this time, Jeanette. How did you come to be in a brothel?" Chief Turogg pulled the blanket back up over her as he looked down at her.

Jeanette paused, and then chuckled. "It was a foolish, rash decision. When I learned I had been engaged to the Duke of Braden, a disgusting and vile man, I wanted to rebel against my parents. I did not want my first time to be with him."

"Many girls might find a lover, or even a stable-boy Jeanette. They do not end up in a brothel."

"Ah. Well...that is a little more difficult for me to explain, My Chief. When I was just starting to flower into womanhood, I discovered that my father had a mistress. It seemed glamorous at the time. Though in the end, I think I valued the notion that a woman could be a free agent, being with the man she wanted instead of being forced into a marriage with a man she didn't. Since that wasn't an option for me, I started fantasizing about just the opposite; being with any man who wanted me instead of just the one. Does that make any sense? Do you think me a lewd and wicked girl?"

Chief Turogg laughed again at that. "Of course I think you a lewd girl, after everything we've done. But I do not think less of you for it. Lewdness is a good quality in a woman. I find it does make sense what you say. I do not blame you for it." Chief Turogg grinned wider. "As you know, I have no objection to my woman being with multiple men."




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 09



Jeanette blushed at the memory of the times he had loaned her out to his companions. "Only so long as they don't risk impregnating me; you want your son to sit on the throne, do you not?"

"That is right. You are fortunate that your son was born with the green skin. It makes his father almost impossible to know. Such a child would make no threat to my future sons."

"You really do believe that our children will sit on the throne? What do you think is going to happen if I do become pregnant again, and the Queen gives birth to a half-orc? Do you really think that the nobles and the commoners will accept it? Do you think that they will welcome an orc on the throne?"

Chief Turogg smiled mysteriously. "We shall see, Jeanette. Things may not unfold the way you think. These are times of change. If by our treaty I become a great lord of your Kingdom, would not your people look more favorably on orcs? If we bring you victory, and wealth, and prosperity, I think your people might have a different opinion of us."

Jeanette gave him a long, considering look. These did not sound like his words. She sensed the work of Sir Drake behind what he said. Is this what they were plotting? "You might be right in that, My Chief. It would take some work, but the people might come around. Is this one of the topics that came up during your conversation with Sir Drake?"

Chief Turogg grinned again at that. "We have talked about a great many things. He is a smart man. Perhaps not a strong warrior, but he has his uses. You do well to make use of him." Chief Turogg laughed again. "Did he not do a good job on your coronation? You enjoyed it immensely."

"I did at that, though that was due more to your presence than his efforts. Perhaps you two are a good team together?"

"I would not so much as call us a team, Jeanette." Chief Turogg answered quickly, and not, Jeanette thought, entirely convincingly.

"If you say so, My Chief. As you said, he is quite capable, so you might not do so poorly to work with him. In any event, it is probably time for me to rise. I need to see to Agmar, and to meet the ambassadors from Thesta and Sandora. They will doubtless have questions after my speech yesterday." Jeanette sat up in bed and stripped herself out of the white silk dress she wore while Chief Turogg watched. As she finished, he rose from the side of the bed and made his way toward the secret passage.

"As you say, Jeanette. Now is the time to get all in order. We have only a few more weeks until we must go to fight Heste. I do not doubt that you will convince them."

"You and Sir Drake take care of the negotiations between Zentara and your tribe. I shall take care of Thesta and Sandora. I will see you tonight?"

"Of course you will, Jeanette. Every night." Chief Turogg grinned and disappeared into the passage, leaving Jeanette to throw on her night clothes so she could go and feed Agmar, and then return in time for her servants to dress her.

When she was dressed, Jeanette sent for the Thestan and Sandoran ambassadors and waited for them in the royal receiving room. The two ambassadors arrived at the same time, looking eager to speak with her. They had been requesting an audience with her since the orcs first arrived in the city. She knew they were upset at the orc presence, but seemed mollified somewhat after her speech yesterday, and now genuinely curious as to her intentions.

"Good morning, gentlemen, and welcome." Jeanette rose from her table to smile at the pair as they bowed. 

"Your Highness."

"After my speech yesterday at the coronation, you doubtless have questions on behalf of your masters. I can tell you this: For the past week I have been in negotiations with the orcs of the Angrian March. These negotiations are still ongoing, but we have reached some key agreements I will now share with you, trusting in your confidence not to divulge my secrets to anyone besides your masters. Is that understood?"

"Of course Your Highness." Both ambassadors agreed to keep the secret.

"Excellent. I have received a pledge from Chief Turogg that all attacks on your Kingdoms will stop. At this moment, his brother is travelling back to the tribe to relay that order." The ambassadors looked surprised at the news, but obviously were well pleased.

"This is wondrous news, Your Highness. The King of Thesta will be most gratified to hear of your efforts on his behalf."

"As will the King of Sandora, Your Highness. Both our peoples are in your debt."

"It pleases me to be able to render this service to your Kingdoms, who have treated Zentara so well in the past. But now gentlemen, let us move beyond the diplomatic platitudes and engage in earnest discussion. As you know, I have been entreating your masters for last few months to come to our aid in the face of aggression from Heste. Due to the attacks from the orc tribes, you've not been able to do so."

"And it pains my master to not be able to do so, Your Highness." The Thestan ambassador smiled congenially.

"I said this was time for such platitudes to end, Ambassador." The ambassador's smile dropped, and Jeanette continued. "I am not seeking your military aid against Heste. I have made a separate agreement with Chief Turogg for that. What I am seeking is your diplomatic aid. With the help of the orcs, I intend to conquer the Duchy of Braden and settle them there. This will keep them from future attacks against your territories, create a buffer between Zentara and Heste, and redirect the orc raids against them."

"That is a bold plan, Your Highness. But the orcs are raiders, not soldiers. What makes you think you'll be able to succeed?"

"We will have the element of surprise on our side. If we destroy their army in a surprise attack, we can occupy the Duchy. That is where we require your assistance. We need the threat of an invasion from your Kingdoms to dissuade them from creating new army and marching to retake Braden. Will your masters be open to such a plan?"

The two ambassadors looked at each other for a moment as they considered. "If King Connor disregards the threat and attacks anyway, what will you do?"

"Set Braden on fire, garrison whatever castles we can, then fall back to the Lyskean Pass and fortify it. I think we'll be able to hold it with the troops we have. We can then raid Heste at our leisure while they try and besiege our forces. I don't think King Connor will be able to keep a second levy in the field for so long a time.

"Just as long as it is clear, Your Highness, that we can make no guarantees of intervention if they call your bluff."

"I understand. Go and send word to your Masters and let me know the response." The two ambassadors bowed and exited the room.

The next six weeks went by quickly. Jeanette was not able to take part in the ongoing negotiations between Sir Drake and Chief Turogg, being too busy with the preparations of the campaign. She worried about what they were plotting together behind closed doors. Though she trusted Chief Turogg, she did not trust Sir Drake at all. The briefings he gave her on the progress were vague, though optimistic. He continued to say that all obstacles were being overcome, without giving any details on how.

The preparations for the campaign went well. Hundreds of horses had been gathered, from both the city and the countryside. In other areas, more horses had been collected to seat the cavalry when the orcs arrived. Thousands upon thousands of arrows had also been made and packed and loaded into wagons. Foodstuffs were gathered, weapons made and reinforcements levied, ready to assist the army already in the field.

Jeanette remained popular with the people following her coronation. The city adored her, and that feeling seemed to emanate throughout the country. The people were tired of Heste's bullying, and angry at the attacks. Zentara rallied behind Jeanette's preparations for war, with recruits and donations of gold came pouring in.

Despite her fears, no one seemed to mind the skimpy dress she wore at the ceremony, nor did she find that being a sex symbol lessened the respect they had for her as Queen. On the contrary, it seemed to have enhanced it. Jeanette seemed to have taken on an almost Goddess–like mantle, where she was more revered than ever by the common people of the city.

With the people seeming to have accepted the unusual coronation, and with the plans for the campaign progressing smoothly, Jeanette decided it was time to further test her popularity with the people, and begin socializing Chief Turogg with the city's residents. Jeanette sent Daniels to retrieve the Chief, and they left the castle to enter into the city accompanied by Daniels and Jeanette's bodyguards.

"It is strange to see so many, even the poorest of your people, living in houses. They must lie atop one another, but each man and woman has a roof over his head." Turogg looked around the city, part in wonder and part in dismay, it seemed.

"Oh? I guess I never really thought about what life is like out on the Marches. What is it like for you?"

"Only the powerful have huts to sleep in. Others sleep beneath the stars; or carts if they have them. It gets cold, so many sleep in big piles near the fire."

"That sounds dreadful, at least, to the ears of a princess." Jeanette laughed softly and looked at him a little more seriously. "I can see why you want to move your people out of there and into the greener lands. To build lives and homes for them, so you're not always on the move."

Turogg shrugged his wide shoulders. "It is what it is. But life changes and we command our own destinies. If I can build a better life for my people, then I will do so."

"Together, we can build a better life for both our peoples." Jeanette and Turogg walked together through the streets, the Queen smiling and waving at her subjects while Turogg remained dour and silent. "You need to learn to smile, Chief Turogg, if you want them to accept you. They expect orcs to be sullen, barbarous, and dangerous. By stalking silently at my side, you're fulfilling those expectations."

"What is there to smile about? Better for them to fear me. If I am thought to be dangerous, than our enemies will hesitate to challenge us."

"That is so, Chief Turogg. I am sure that works when you are raiding a village and looking for plunder. But if you are going to integrate into my Kingdom, than you need to have amicable relations with its people." Chief Turogg gave her a look, so she clarified, "Friendly relations, Chief."

Turogg's was about to respond when they were approached by an elf dressed rich clothing. "Your Highness! Your Highness! A moment of your time, please!" 

Jeanette turned towards the elf as the as her bodyguards stepped closer, ready to react if the man posed a threat. "Good day to you, sir. How may I help you?" Jeanette studied the slender elf at her feet. She towered above him herself, and as Turogg stepped closer he dwarfed the elf completely.

The elf knelt down before Jeanette. "Your Highness, I am Trealic Lomor, a humble purveyor of fine silks from the Elven Isles. I've come to plead for your assistance, Your Highness. These news tariffs you've raised to fund your war are costly, ruinous even! I've come to plead for your understanding, and to beg Your Highness to lower them!"

Jeanette paused a moment and looked up at Turogg, whose face remained inscrutable, before turning back to the prostrate elf. "I am deeply sorry for the troubles that the tariff is causing you, sir, but my Kingdom is preparing for war. These temporary measures are necessary to fund our campaign. It won't last much longer, I assure you. You'll just have to be patient."

"Your Highness, it is not just me who is suffering. I speak on behalf of all the importers from my lands. The tariffs on the luxury goods we provide are crushing our business. As you know, we cannot bring our goods onto the main land anywhere other than your port city of Keld. If the merchants of Zentara cannot afford to buy our products, our whole economy will fall into disarray!" The slender elf looked up at Jeanette with sincere desperation, as Turogg sneered and scoffed at the pitiful display.

"I feel for the desperation of your people, good sir. I too am trapped in a desperate situation. But we've only increased the tariff a small percentage. As you know, the crown normally takes five percent of the value of the silks, gems, and fine crafts you sell in our lands. Due to the war footing, we've raised that percentage to eight percent. It is not a large increase, and it is one you can well afford I'm sure."

"We can indeed afford it, Your Highness, but your people cannot. With the price going up, less Zentarans are buying silk, and thus your merchants are buying less silk as well. We need the price to come down again, to allow business to flourish for all."

Jeanette pursed her lips thoughtfully, then glanced up at Turogg and considered that this might be a good opportunity to display her knowledge of economics, and the sorts of policies a ruler in the kingdoms needs to have. "Well said, sir, well said. I might be persuaded to lower the tariffs to their original price, but it is contingent on us coming to an arrangement. Come, stand up sir, there is no need to grovel."

The elf rose up from the ground with a grateful, hopeful smile. "Thank you Your Highness. Please, tell me what I can do to convince you to come to agreement with us." The elf's accent was much softer and more lyrical than Turogg's, though in a way she preferred the large orc's more direct and clipped manner of speech.

"I'll lower the tariff back down to five percent," Jeanette paused, and then smiled sweetly, "no, I'll do one better and lower it to three percent. Times are tough, and if we are to attract buyers we need to make them cost less than normal. However, in exchange, the elven importers must agree to sell the crown directly ten percent of your inventory at cost." 

Turogg's brow furrowed as he tried to follow along with the conversation. The elven merchant's smile faltered as he heard Jeanette's proposal, obviously not excited at having to sell ten percent of the inventory at cost. "Your Highness, that is a most generous offer but-"

"But what, Mr. Lomor? Whether you sell your items at cost or for a profit, it will keep your brethren gainfully employed in your homeland, will it not? Are you not here to plea on their behalf?" Jeanette grinned predatorily as she trapped the merchant. "Besides, there is no need to be greedy. You won't take a loss on the goods you sell to the crown, and with the reduced tariff you'll make a greater profit on what you sell here, and you'll increase the volume of your sales so you'll still come out ahead," Jeanette looked at Turogg, directing the next bit to the large orc "and when the crown sells our goods at the regular price, we'll make more money than we would from the tariff. Everyone wins!"

Turogg looked at Jeanette mulishly, seeming to be having trouble following the string of her logic. "That is the business of merchants and traders, not a ruler."

"To be the ruler of a land like Zentara, Chief Turogg, you need to at least partly be one. We are a kingdom of tradesmen and merchants. We bring in goods from the Elvish Isles, refining them, and reselling them to Thesta, Sandora, and Heste." Jeanette smiled as she looked up at the large orc. "We even export to the Angrian Marches."

"That is what subordinates are for. To do these things that are beneath the ruler."

"That is a recipe for being fleeced by your subordinates. Besides, Chief Turogg, you do not want subordinates gaining more respect and influence among the merchants than you have. That is to cede more and more of your power, and will only result in trouble."

The look on Turogg's face told Jeanette that he was starting to realize that controlling a kingdom was much different than ruling a tribe. "If that happens, you kill the subordinates. The rest will not dare to try anything because they fear your strength and power."

"Those tactics won't work in a kingdom, Chief Turogg. If you act like that, you will be seen as a tyrant. The merchants have great wealth to buy soldiers, and the nobles are powerful, with most of the land and their own levies. If you act with impunity, you will soon find yourself deposed." Jeanette let that sink in a moment. "Is that how things are the Marches? The strong conquer the weak and rule with an iron hand?"

"It is. When I became Chieftain of my tribe, there were some two dozen tribes in the Marches. I defeated them one by one and made them submit, until all owed fealty to me. Then, then we began to strike at the human kingdoms as one tribe." Turogg grinned wickedly; shedding the veneer of civility he had been wearing and looking every bit the barbarous warlord that united the orc tribes. The sight sent a shiver down Jeanette's spine, reminding her of who she was dealing with, and the stakes of the game she was playing.

"Well, Chief Turogg, the united orc tribes will now work with Zentara to defeat our enemies, and build an even brighter future for both our peoples. Come, let me show you more of the city." Jeanette led Turogg onward, showing him more of the city, all the while thinking about the strength and dedication it took to forge unity among the tribes, and the vision it took to see a better future than nomadic living in the Marches.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 10



In the intervening weeks, riders from Thesta and Sandora arrived, confirming their Kingdoms' assent to the agreement set forth between Jeanette and the ambassadors. With that in place, Jeanette felt even more confident and hopeful that she would succeed in this endeavor, and achieve great success that would greatly enhance the power and prestige of her Kingdom.

Jeanette spent more time with Chief Turogg, during the day. After negotiations, he would assist her in the preparations for the campaign, meeting with smiths or fletchers or inspecting horses. As Susannah got more comfortable around him, she also began going with them, and interacting more with Jeanette's orc lover. Daniels also continued to join them on these expeditions, and while at first he seemed discomforted to have the queen seen with an orc, he too grew used to his presence.

Chief Turogg continued to visit her at night, spending hours with her making love in various positions and all over the room. It continued to be exhilarating, exciting, and enchanting. It did not grow common, or old, or boring. It stayed new and fresh, even night after night. Despite his words, threats, and inclinations however, Jeanette had not yet conceived a child with him. She was thankful, but also disappointed in a way. The thought of having Chief Turogg's child was as exciting for her as it was terrifying.

As the day of their departure approached, Jeanette got more and more excited. Though she had been on tours of the Kingdom before, it hadn't been as Queen. Nor had she ever traveled with an army or gone to war. Though she herself would not be fighting, she intended to stay close to the soldiers to inspire them with her presence and share the hardships of the campaign, at least up until the fighting started.

The beginning of the campaign would also mark the end of negotiations with Chief Turogg. There was supposed to be a signing ceremony prior to departure, and Jeanette was eager to see what the agreement was. Of course, she was worried that she was not yet privy to it, and might not be until the actual signing. That could not bode well for whatever Chief Turogg and Sir Drake were planning.

Near the end of the six week period, Jeanette was once again called upon to serve Chief Turogg and his retinue in the guest suite of the castle. She was clad in her loincloth, vest, cuffs, and collar with the addition of a chain leash attached it that Chief Turogg held. After she served them breakfast, Jeanette cleared the table, removing all the chairs except at both ends and placing them against each wall. When she was done, Chief Turogg sat on one end with Jeanette kneeling at his feet beneath the table. 

Jeanette could feel a tension in the air, and her heart began to beat faster. Something was up, but she did not yet know what it was. Jeanette didn't have to wait too long until there was a knock on the door, and Sir Drake was announced. He entered the room, and stood at the opposite end of the table from Chief Turogg. "Good morning, Chief Turogg. It is gratifying to be here today, after so long, to conclude our negotiations." Jeanette wondered what he meant; surely she would have been told if this was the end? Sir Drake continued, "Is the Queen ready?" 

Jeanette tensed as her heart froze. "Of course she is, Sir Drake." Chief Turogg tugged on the leash as he rose, pulling Jeanette onto her feet. She flushed, humiliated as she was presented to Sir Drake. He leered at her exposed body, scantily clad in the costume of an orc slave. "Perfect. Just perfect. Now we are ready to begin." Jeanette was too stunned to speak as Sir Drake presented a long scroll to her, and then unrolled it on the table in front of her. "These are the terms of our alliance with Chief Turogg, Your Highness." Jeanette could see him look inside her vest, getting a clear view of her breasts as he placed the parchment on the table. She stared blankly as Chief Turogg placed her in front of him, her hands on the table as he pressed his body against her from behind. "Read it." His voice was sterner, commanding as his hands ran down her sides, gripping her hips, stroking her exposed rear before fishing out his cock from his trousers.

Jeanette's heart raced as she realized that Chief Turogg was about to fuck her right here, in front of Sir Drake. What was he thinking? Sir Drake was obviously not surprised at her attire or predicament, and was apparently working even closer with Chief Turogg than she suspected. "Aaaah!" Jeanette moaned out loud as she felt Chief Turogg's monstrous cock slide inside her, closing her eyes a moment to enjoy the feeling. When she opened them, she saw Sir Drake staring at her, unbridled lust shining in his eyes.

"Her Highness, Jeanette Grennally, Queen of the Kingdom of Zentara, and Turogg, Chief of the Goltenak Tribe, after due consideration and in the spirit of amity and friendship, agree to the following points:

"1. Chief Turogg will be awarded the Boronian Forest, with rights to all streams, rivers, lumber, minerals, and game, with permission to build one castle and up to three walled cities for the settlement of his people. Zentara will also pay to Chief Turogg one hundred thousand gold marks to pay for the clearing of land and the construction of buildings."

Jeanette's reading began to get more husky and ragged and Chief Turogg pumped into her faster, getting her hotter and more aroused. She glanced up to see Sir Drake rubbing himself through his trousers as he watched Jeanette get fucked. As embarrassed as she was, she felt the same liberating feeling she had when she first confessed of the affair to Susannah. It felt good, and right, that someone else knew.

"2. The Goltenak Tribe will provide one hundred thousand warriors under Chief Turogg's command for the campaign against Heste. 

3. Zentara will arm and feed the Goltenak warriors for the duration of the campaign. Zentara will provide twenty thousand horses for the Goltenak warriors to ride. Zentara will pay for all provisions and necessary expenses accrued during the service of the Goltenak warriors to Zentara.

4. All land seized from Heste during the course of the campaign will be awarded to Chief Turogg. Chief Turogg will have the right to establish fiefs and name lords within these lands at his discretion."

Chief Turogg slipped his hand inside Jeanette's vest, squeezing her breast and pulling it free from the garment so Sir Drake could more clearly see what was happening. Jeanette's mind swam, making it harder to concentrate on reading the treaty. Her pussy was throbbing like mad around Chief Turogg's corkscrewed cock, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before Sir Drake saw her cum from being fucked by an orc. 

Her toes dug into the ground as she braced herself, starting to moan between sentences as she rocked her hips, grinding back into the orc's thrusts eagerly. The slapping of his hips to her ass punctuated the pauses of her recitation.

"In order to seal this agreement, and permanently bind Zentara and the Goltenak Tribe in peace and friendship, Jeanette Grennally, Queen of Zentara, and Turogg, Chief of the Goltenak Tribe agree to the following provisions, to be kept secret until the conclusion of the campaign:

1. Queen Jeanette and Chief Turogg will be wed, to forever bind their causes together as one."

Jeanette groaned as she read the sentence, her heart exploding in a frenzy of rapid beats. How could she be married to Chief Turogg? How could that be accepted?

"2. Queen Jeanette will bear Chief Turogg's children, who shall be heirs to the throne in primogeniture succession.

3. Sovereign power shall be conferred onto Chief Turogg, who will reign over Zentara as King and co-ruler."

Jeanette's stomach tightened in knots at the last point. She was to transfer the crown to Chief Turogg? He was to lead Zentara? How could she give her family's throne to him, to an orc? Chief Turogg leaned over her shoulder, nibbling on her ear. "Say you agree, Jeanette...agree to become mine, agree to bear my children and seat them on the throne..." Chief Turogg began to thrust in harder, smacking her backside with each movement. His actions made Jeanette cry out louder than ever in pleasure. "Nnng! Ah! Yes! Yes yes yes!" Jeanette wasn't crying out merely from pleasure, nor did his fucking her dull her mind and coerce her to agree. She did want to be his. She wanted all the provisions; she just didn't know if she could bear the public scorn and shame which would be heaped upon her for agreeing to it.

"Then sign it, Jeanette. Sign your name with mine and it will be so!" Jeanette picked up the quill and scribbled her name at the bottom of the scroll. As she did so, Chief Turogg gave a great cry and shot his seed inside her. With the finality of her signature, and her submission to Chief Turogg complete, her own pleasure was finally released and she exploded in climax as the ecstasy of her union with her lover washed over her. Afterwards she collapsed down onto the table, panting heavily as Chief Turogg took the quill from her to sign his own name, ratifying the treaty.

With the successful conclusion of the negotiations and the signing of the treaty, all was ready for Chief Turogg and Jeanette to depart the city and meet with the Zentaran army in the field, and unite with the orc forces already marching through the Kingdom. It would take two weeks to reach the Zentaran force. If the orcs were not far at that point, they could move quickly to contain the Hestan threat and bring this war to a conclusion. While Jeanette was enthused to go on campaign along with her soldiers, she regretted that it would be necessary to leave Agmar behind, though of course she could not bring a baby along to war.

When Jeanette and Chief Turogg left the city, he had a present for her. Chief Turogg had made a leather breastplate for Jeanette to wear while she was in the field. The leather armor was a light beige, and form fitting. It was molded to the shape of her breasts, and detailed even down to the shape of her nipples and navel. From a distance, it would probably seem as if she were naked. She knew this was another one of Chief Turogg's games, to put her on display as they traveled through the Kingdom. She did not overly mind; the armor was nowhere near as revealing as the coronation dress, and that went over well enough.

The hundred orcs who accompanied Chief Turogg to Ruar served as an escort for the food, horses, and weapons that were collected in the capital for the past six weeks. Even though there was a large human contingent with the supplies, Jeanette spent most of her time at the head of the column with Chief Turogg. This gave her the opportunity to speak with him in private and at great length without attracting the speculation it might have back in the castle. With Jeanette and Chief Turogg riding astride, it was easy for them to talk quietly and privately.

"How long have you and Sir Drake been working together, Chief Turogg?" He gave Jeanette a long look, trying to gauge where she was going with this line of questioning. "You needn't look so concerned, I'm not really angry, and I don't blame you. But you, of all people, should know that a scribble on a piece of paper is not going to make you king. This is going to require hard work, persuasion, and I need to know all the pieces to the puzzle if I am going to put this together."

"He approached me right after I entered the city. He said he could help me with the negotiations if I helped him return to your good graces."

"How did he know we were going to be negotiating?"

"I do not know, he already knew when he first approached me." Chief Turogg grinned. "He did not believe at first the rest of it, about you sleeping with orcs." The large orc laughed again. "But after he showed me that passage into your quarters, and saw me with you that first night, he surely did!" Jeanette blushed a bit at the thought that all their nights together in her room, Sir Drake was hiding in that passage watching her. 

"I'm sure he enjoyed that. He always did have a 'fondness' for me." Jeanette's voice was tight and her response curt. She had been thinking of her nights with Chief Turogg as being special, an intimacy between her and him. She had thought that the game of her submission was for their enjoyment. Well, obviously the other orcs were in on it as well, but that didn't count. Now she found out that all along Sir Drake was involved, a human from her court was involved. It changed things for her in a way she couldn't really describe.

"He did, Jeanette. He told me that he had thought of you many times, but they were nothing compared to seeing you with me!" Chief Turogg looked pleased and proud of that fact, a look that made her smile. "No doubt he did, Chief Turogg. No doubt. When did you begin conspiring for the throne?" 

"Not at first. At first it was as I said, trying to find the best deal for my people. But after we spent so much time together, and once Duke Frederick was removed from the talks, things went much easier for us with Sir Drake doing the talking. Given how well we were suited, and how eager you are for my children, it seemed like the natural way to proceed." Chief Turogg grinned and reached across to touch Jeanette's thigh, stroking up a moment before pulling his hand back. "Can you deny that?"

Jeanette looked away from him for a moment. She couldn't deny that they were well suited. "I think it is you who are eager for me to have your children, Chief Turogg." The orc laughed again. "Oh? I must have dreamed that you poured your little potion out on the floor and threw the vial away." Jeanette flushed and got heated. "You made me do that!"

"I just told you to, Jeanette. I didn't force you. You did that, for me."

"Well, either way, now we have to deal with the consequences. I have to make you acceptable to the Zentaran people. They will be reluctant to acknowledge an orc as a King, or as a husband for their Queen." Jeanette snapped back churlishly. Like she said, she wasn't mad about how things turned out. She was just hurt that it was done as a conspiracy against her, rather than a natural and spontaneous union.

"I do not see why, Jeanette. Your are Queen, and you made the agreement. I am strong and have much power. There is nothing for them to speak against." Chief Turogg looked genuinely confused that there might be opposition. Apparently Sir Drake was not completely honest about the resistance he might face from this plan. This could be useful in driving a wedge between them.

"I do not think Sir Drake was completely honest with you about this plan, Chief Turogg. There is much more to it than that. Governing a Kingdom is not the same as leading a tribe. There are tax rates to manage, trade with other Kingdoms, you have to draft laws to govern the Kingdom, listen to the petitions of the people and solve their problems. Remember the conversation we had with the elven trader? The list goes on and on. In addition to being able to do all that, the people have to trust you to do it. I am sorry, but the Zentaran people are going to have difficulty trusting any foreigner, but most particularly an orc, to do that. I am surprised Sir Drake did not go over this with you."

Chief Turogg furrowed his brow as he listened to Jeanette. "Sir Drake said there were details like that, but that they were small and unimportant."

Jeanette laughed softly. "Of course he did, Chief Turogg, because he wants to do them. As you said, he wants to be back in favor, and to get his old power back. He wants you to trust him with governing the Kingdom so he has all the power and you are a figurehead."

Chief Turogg bristled at that, growing angry. "Is that so? Are you sure? He has treated me fairly and true through all our dealings."

"Only because you would be giving him what he wants. I have known him a long time, Chief Turogg. There is a reason I removed him from his position and sent him away. He is clever and good at his job, but he is not content to be a servant. He wants all the power, even if he doesn't sit on the throne himself." Jeanette watched Chief Turogg's reactions to her words. He was certainly troubled, but maybe not entirely convinced. Still, it was a start to separating him from Sir Drake's influence.

"What do you think I will need to be acceptable to your people?" Chief Turogg was interested in the response, though it was easy to see he was insulted that he needed to do anything at all. "That is a good question, and it is something I have been considering since we left the city. The first thing, I think, is to do what you do best." Jeanette smiled at him. "Fight the Hestans. Display your strength and bravery for all to see. Crush them, bring Zentara victory, and the people will already be disposed to like you."

"I can do that. It won't even be hard. You should have mentioned that on the list of responsibilities for a King." Chief Turogg grinned widely, looking a little more cheerful now. "That is the smallest part of the King's duties, Chief Turogg. We are a peaceful people. We concern ourselves with trade and wealth, not war and conquest."

"That will change, Jeanette. With my people living in this Braden, we will continue the old ways. They will raid Heste as they have raided the other human kingdoms. Your people will get to see their King in action on a regular basis."

"It will be hard for me to produce all the children I'm obligated to under our treaty if you're out raiding villages, Chief Turogg." Jeanette tried to remain patient with him. She was already beginning to see that this arrangement wasn't going to work. Perhaps that was for the best, though. Yes, she could marry him, but he couldn't be King, in the sense that he would rule. She would have to bear all the responsibility as Queen. Then she could continue her program for Zentara, and have Chief Turogg.

Chief Turogg scoffed and gave her another grin. "Don't you worry about that Jeanette! Keeping you full with child will be the least of my concerns." 

"Will it? And what will my concerns be Chief Turogg? What did you and Sir Drake have planned for me in your new Kingdom?" Jeanette gave Chief Turogg another hard look, and he deflated slightly under the gaze.

"You would be the mother of the Kingdom, in addition to that of our children. You would be an example for all the women of the Kingdom."

"Did you really think that would work? I'm not one of your orc slave girls, Chief Turogg, for all you might dress me up as one. You are going to have a choice to make Chief Turogg, on whose help you want to run this Kingdom: Me, or Sir Drake. You saw in the city how the people of the city feel about me. You will see on this campaign how the rest of the Kingdom does. You should use that, My Chief." Jeanette spurred the horse forward and rode ahead of Chief Turogg, to leave him to think about what they said.

Jeanette's words proved prophetic as their journey progressed. Commoners lined the road to watch them ride by, cheering and waving at their Queen and staring in wonder and curiosity at the orcs. The orcs in general seemed bemused at the attention. Chief Turogg kept them on a tight leash while the moved through the Zentaran countryside, to prevent them from raping and pillaging their human allies. Large throngs appeared in every town to greet her, and feasts and festivals were thrown to honor the Queen's arrival. She wondered if they would ever cheer for Agmar this way. Then she realized that it would be her children with Chief Turogg they would be cheering for, if they cheered at all. Poor Agmar, even if he was her first born, was going to be shunted aside in favor of the legitimate children with Chief Turogg. Something else would have to be done for him.

At every opportunity Jeanette extolled the bravery, courage, and virtues of their orc allies, especially those of Chief Turogg. Jeanette thought she gave some of her finest speeches on these occasions. She spoke so highly of the orcs that she wouldn't have been surprised if some of them got lucky before they moved on, and found willing women to spread their legs for them.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 10



At night, Jeanette served Chief Turogg as a slave wife, even wearing the vest and loin cloth of the orc female. This was hard to hide from her own retinue of servants, who had to be dismissed under the pretext of needing to discuss secret war plans with Chief Turogg. Jeanette was always surprised at how easily she fell into the role of serving him at night. After two months of laying with him every night, she had become comfortable, and even used to, the feeling of him inside her, and feeling herself wrapped in his arms.

It took two weeks for their retinue to meet with the human army. Frederick had kept the army mobile to prevent the Hestan raiders from being able to pin down their location. The Zentaran forces had been skirmishing with the Hestans, protecting villages and fending off the Hestan raids. Casualties had been light so far, with less than a hundred dead on either side. This had maintained the status quo between the forces, keeping them somewhat restrained to leave the diplomatic option open. Too large a battle could goad them into invading outright.

Within a day of their arrival, Bodak arrived with the orc army. At the war council, it was agreed that the next raid would be enveloped and destroyed to prevent any word of their arrival from getting back to Heste. The human army would then move to occupy the pass to prevent any further incursions. Coming to this agreement wasn't easy, because it was unclear who the overall commander of the army was. By treaty, Chief Turogg was commander of the orcs, but the treaty did not place him in command of the human forces, or the overall campaign. Frederick wanted to play things safe and remain on the defensive, while Chief Turogg wanted to aggressively attack. It fell to Jeanette, as usual, to find a middle ground. This led, in effect, to Jeanette being the de facto commander of the army, with Frederick and Chief Turogg yielding to her compromises.

Jeanette wanted to ride into battle with her men, but was persuaded that this would be unwise and dangerous. Jeanette, of course, hadn't any weapons training and had only the leather breastplate to protect her. Instead, she would take a position atop a hill with detachment of bodyguards and would watch the battle unfold from there.

Two hundred Hestan horsemen came through the pass a few days later. Jeanette had arranged for twenty Zentaran horsemen to be found, and to turn and ride off to lure them into the trap. When the Hestan forces rode between two hills, the trap was sprung. 

Jeanette watched as one hundred and fifty human soldiers on horse met the first twenty and engaged the Hestans. The clash of swords filled the air, and from her vantage point Jeanette saw the grim reality of war. Men from both sides were being cut down, and their blood stained the grass beneath their feet. Cries of pain and the sounds of screaming horses mixed as the two sides battled.

Frederick was positioned to the rear of the Zentaran forces, and Jeanette could see him riding up and down behind the lines, giving encouragement, shouting orders, and viewing the battle from different angles to keep his information accurate. "He will be alright, Your Highness. He is safe where he is now, and the battle is going well." Daniels stood beside her, looking up and waiting to attend to her if she needed it. Always faithful, Daniels had left the city and his family without complaint to accompany Jeanette on the campaign.

"I'm sure he will be Daniels. It's the...campaign as a whole I am worried about. There is a lot riding on this. This is the most momentous thing I've ever done. Kingdoms literally hang in the balance, and I'm worried. On top of that, I see those people down there dying for me. This war is really about me not wanting to marry the Duke of Braden. Sure, it got enflamed by them raiding across the border and burning villages. But the root of it all is my happiness. Those men down there are dying for that. It weighs on me." Jeanette looked back to the battle with a heavy heart.

"It might have started that way, Your Highness, but that isn't what these men are dying for. I've been among them, and talked to them during the march. Many eagerly volunteered. Zentara has long been at peace, and they wanted excitement. With the attacks on the villages, they see themselves as doing something noble, while getting their adventure." Daniels smiled slightly. "And if I may say, Your Highness, they see themselves as defending their princess from the hands of the invaders. It's like a noble quest from a song, their protecting you."

A great cry rose from the skirmish as the Hestan right flank wavered, and their forces retreated deeper into the valley. "Except it's not a song, Daniels. There are people dying down there, fathers, sons, brothers. This war might bring great peace and prosperity to Zentara. But we could have had peace by itself if I had given in. It weighs heavy." 

"It's supposed to, Your Highness. What kind of person would you be if it didn't?"

Jeanette looked back to the battle and saw what she assumed was the commander of the Hestan forces send five of his men away. She guessed they were going to ride for reinforcements, as this was the largest battle they had fought to date. If everything went according to plan, they would never get their chance. From the other end of the valley two hundred orc riders poured in to intercept the riders, cutting them down before they even realize what happened. 

Jeanette's heart leapt, and began to race as she spotted Chief Turogg charging ahead of his men. Sitting atop the saddle she gave him, and wielding the spear she gave him, he slammed into the Hestans from behind. Caught between the two sides, the Hestan forces began to collapse. Chief Turogg's spear unhorsed Hestan after Hestan. The orcs began to cut a swath through the Hestan ranks, crushing them against the Zentaran line.

"The orcs are fighting well, aren't they? Chief Turogg is living up to his promise." Daniels watched the orcs devastating the Hestans with delight, seeming very impressed at their ability. "Indeed, but is it because they are great fighters, or because they have the benefit of attacking from behind? Let's not get cocky yet, Daniels"

Daniels smiled up at Jeanette. She thought that his gaze lingered on the cups of the breastplate that molded around her breasts, but she couldn't be sure. She was getting so used to be looked at that she didn't pick up on it like she used to.

When a knot of resistance formed centered around the commander, Chief Turogg was the first one there. Using a large axe to sweep aside shield, sword, and spear, his own spear darted in and out, stabbing the commander again and again until he was too weak to hold his arms. Chief Turogg's axe then cleaved through the air, taking off the commander's head and sending it flying.

With the death of the commander, the Hestan forces broke and tried to flee into the hills, but Zentaran foot soldiers were waiting. With pikes and spears they blocked the enemy horsemen, preventing any from escape, or at least, preventing any from making it back through the pass. While some may have been able to dismount and slip away from the carnage, without a horse they would never be able to make it back to the main Hestan army in time to warn them.

After the Hestan forces were destroyed, the survivors of the battle gathered up arms and surviving horses. The orc horsemen and some of the humans collected trophies from the battle, and picked clean the valuables of the dead Hestans. Jeanette decided that these would be personal spoils, and that the crown would not take a percentage. Instead, the crown would take the weapons and horses to be redistributed to the rest of the army.

While the battlefield was being cleaned up, Jeanette rode down into the valley to see the results first hand. The Zentaran survivors cheered for her, reaching out to touch her horse or leg as they swarmed around. Jeanette thanked them and congratulated them on their victory, and then dismounted from her horse. She walked to the fallen commander of the Hesten forces. Daniels removed his helm from the severed head so she could see his face. She recognized him, it was the Count of Suzden, one of the Duke of Braden's retainers. She had met him as part of a Hesten embassy to Zentara. Even the enemy in this war had a face to death. It saddened her, but she remembered the villagers who had been killed. The dead children could have been Agmar. It would be Agmar, if Heste won the war.

Jeanette then moved to the medical tent to help in tending to the wounded. She gave them water, and bandaged their wounds as best she could. Jeanette thought it was hard to watch the battle from the hilltop, but this was even worse. Seeing the damage the battle had wrought first hand made the carnage that much more real. The smell of death and blood was pervasive, filling the air and made her think that she would never escape it for the rest of her life.

After the battlefield was being picked clean, the rest of the plan was put into motion. The sixty thousand Zentaran soldiers moved up to the pass, occupying it. Two main wings occupied the mountains on either side, while the pass itself was closed, sealed, and fortified. This was easier to defend, as any force attempting to attack it would be caught from three sides.

Each mountain had fifteen thousand soldiers occupying it including about five thousand archers, while a further ten thousand protected the gate in the middle. Fifteen thousand more foot soldiers were held in reserve, with five human horsemen to exploit any openings. Heste was already aware of the Zentaran occupation of the Lyskean Pass. A few hours after they arrived, five hundred Hesten soldiers arrived to search for their missing raiding party. When they approached the gates closing the pass, the Zentaran soldiers threw down stones while archers from the two mountains rained arrows on them. They quickly turned around and rode back to the Hesten camp, leaving several dozen of their comrades behind.

The orc army was behind the lines, held in secret until the final plan for the main battle could occur. The plan was not settled during the first war council, and Jeanette, Chief Turogg, Frederick, and Bodak were to meet after occupying the pass in order to settle things.

Before the council, Frederick took Jeanette aside. "Your Highness, I just wanted to convey to you how deeply the soldiers appreciated seeing you join them after the battle and tend to their wounds. It meant a lot to them that you cared enough to do so."

"They are sacrificing much for Zentara, and for me personally Your Grace. It was the least I could do. They won a victory, but the greater ordeal is still ahead of them. They need to know that their efforts are not unnoticed by their Queen, and that I appreciate and respect them for what they are doing." Jeanette smiled at Frederick. "It is good to see you again, Your Grace. I've missed your council for the past two months."

"It must have been difficult spending all your time with Chief Turogg, Your Highness. There weren't any men of rank for you to talk to on the march up here."

"Oh, that was not a hardship at all Your Grace. I rather like the Chief. We had much to talk about anyway, especially in regards to implementing the treaty we signed."

Frederick nodded. "I can see that. The treaty doesn't cover implementation much, so there are many details that need to be worked out. Sir Drake gave the orcs too good a deal though. He should have been tougher with them."

Jeanette blushed slightly and thought if only he knew how generous the terms actually were. "We need their help. It might be we're giving them too much for their short term service, Your Grace, but I think it is a fairer deal when you consider the long term benefits we will reap from having them as vassals in Zentara. It gives us both great trade wealth and a military comparable to Heste, Thesta, and Sandora."

"That might be so, Your Highness. You might be right. We shall have to see. Come, let us go meet with Chief Turogg and Bodak and see if we can talk some sense into them." Jeanette and Frederick continued on to the command tent, where the orcs were already waiting for them. "Congratulations on your victory, Chief Turogg. I saw you strike down their commander, well done." Jeanette smiled at him as she gave him the praise.

"Thank you Queen Jeanette. It was a great victory, the best we have seen in a long time." Jeanette gave Frederick a look at that. The orcs were used to small skirmishes and raids, not large pitched battles like the one they were aiming for.

"That was a small battle, Chief Turogg," Frederick explained, "the large battle still awaits us, and we need a strategy for it."

Bodak grunted at that. "What strategy? We outnumber them, and we're the stronger, better warriors. Let us attack them and be done with it already."

"We could do that, Bodak, and we might very well win. But, we would not achieve the decisive victory we need. We would also squander the opportunity we have to make full use of our advantages." Jeanette spoke slowly and patiently, hoping he would understand.

"Those are human terms for cowardice, so they do not have to fight orcs in battle." Bodak sneered dismissively at Jeanette.

Chief Turogg snapped at Bodak in the orc language, going on for several moments. "Queen Jeanette is right. This is a new type of war that we are fighting. There are going to be many, many deaths. They can replace their losses, and we cannot. We should fight in a way that will lead to the most of their deaths and the least of ours. What do you propose?"

Frederick considered a moment, then leaned in and gestured toward the map. "We have our forces occupying the Lyskean Pass. They think they have enough soldiers to take it from us, so they will attempt a frontal assault. Let them attack us, and grind themselves into nothing waiting for a breakthrough that will never come. We have the numbers to hold them indefinitely."

"So just sit here and wait for them to attack? Do nothing else until they destroy themselves? That is weakness." Bodak scoffed again.

"Bodak is right. I'm sorry Your Grace, but your plan will also squander our advantage of surprise. They will know something is up when the orc reinforcements take the field. They might pull back with their army intact, and wait to see what will happen. We need to be more aggressive. What do you think, Chief Turogg?"

Chief Turogg looked at the map for a long while. "We should do a combination of plans. Let them attack, and once they are committed, we open the gate and ride through to raid their supply lines from behind."

Bodak nodded in agreement with his brother, while Frederick looked dubious. "It will not be that easy. We cannot assume that they are fools, they will have their own horse to intercept you."

"Even still, I think Chief Turogg is on to something. We should certainly wait until they attack. Then we will be able to see how their forces are arrayed. They will not expect a major attack from us. When we see how they are deployed, we will know how to send our forces through to attack."

"Our scouts have already begun bringing back word of their movements. They appear to be concentrating their forces on the left flank. They will attempt to dislodge us on this side and move behind our lines. They are sending a much smaller screening force against the right flank to tie us down there. They've also begun constructing fortifications to keep us riding through the pass. They also have a large force of cavalry being kept in reserve, to support the breakthrough when they take control of the pass." Frederick pointed out on the map where the Hesten forces were, and moved blocks representing those forces into place.

"If they are building their defenses, we should attack now before they are complete!" Bodak jumped in again.

"Perhaps we should move onto the mountain, and let Chief Turogg and Bodak see the Hesten army for themselves. That might make matters a little clearer for us." Jeanette looked at Frederick, then Chief Turogg and Bodak, who nodded in agreement. They rode to the top of the mountain on the left side of the pass, which gave them an overview of the Hesten forces.

"They are like the sea...how did they get so many soldiers?" Bodak asked in wonder. Frederick answered Bodak while looking out at the people. "You are used to small raids against undefended targets, Bodak. Thesta and Sandora didn't have the numbers to be everywhere at once, and you exploited that. If you ever tried to fight a pitched battle, to deploy all of your people against all of theirs, you would see that their numbers are also like the stars in the sky." 

"A frontal attack against them is like kicking the ocean. We might move them back for a little bit, but they will return. We need to trap them and devour them all at once so they cannot retreat and regroup." Jeanette added.

Chief Turogg watched their numbers and their deployments. "They are weak on the right side. That is where we should put our strength. When they attack, we push back, and breakthrough on the right to attack from behind."

Frederick turned toward Chief Turogg. "The problem with that is their cavalry. We would not be able to use our horses in the mountains, and when we broke through to the other side, they would ride through us." 

"He is right, Chief Turogg. We need to get our horse through the pass. Once they have begun their attack, we should send the orcs through the pass to attack their center, and overwhelm the fortifications they are building. Then the horse can come through and engage their cavalry. We are equal to them with horses, but have the advantage in infantry. Let us neutralize their cavalry and win the battle with our foot soldiers." Jeanette looked at the others to see what they thought of her plan.

"That is a good plan, Queen Jeanette. But I can make it better. We should not send all our horse to go fight their cavalry in melee. That is a waste. Send the orc horsemen through. We will use bows to shoot them from horseback. When they attack, we retreat. We will let them chase us while we dwindle their strength with arrows. While that happens, send through your own horsemen, and have them ride down their archers and take their food and supplies. Then the battle will be ours."

Frederick nodded along with that. "It is a solid plan, Your Highness." Even Bodak agreed with it, which was a better consensus then anything they had so far. "Excellent. Your Grace, you will be in command of the human cavalry. I shall lead the defensive army. Chief Turogg, how will you organize your men?"

Chief Turogg considered a moment. "I will take twenty thousand orcs with bows on horse to go through the pass. Bodak, you take command of the rest and lead the attack on their army. Crush their forces, and then attack their army wherever you can."

Bodak nodded with a grin, pleased at the task assigned to him. "Gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck in the upcoming battle. If all goes well, we will soon be on the move again, this time invading their territory. Then, Bodak, your men will get the kind of fight you are used to."

The council broke up, with the generals going to meet with their respective troops to organize for the coming battle. Jeanette set up her headquarters on the left flank, where the bulk of the Hesten attack was going to be. She rode down to the front, inspecting the fortifications and checking on the readiness of the troops. Jeanette was not going to have to do much commanding on this front. The main responsibility her forces had was to hold position and defend against the attacks. The only decisions she was going to have to make would be to decide when and where to place reinforcements from the reserve troops.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 10



With the wide dispersion of her troops and the imminence of the attack, as well as the secret nature of their plans, Jeanette did not have the opportunity to give a rousing battle speech. Instead, she spoke to units one on one, using the skills she picked up in the slums and commons in Ruar to relate to, and inspire hope and courage to the soldiers she met with. The battle would come tomorrow, and one way or another it would finally all be resolved.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 11



Jeanette stayed awake all night as she rode through the lines. She was too nervous and excited to sleep anyway. At dawn, she heard the drums and trumpets of the Hesten soldiers as they began the attack. From her position on the mountain, she could see large waves of soldiers marching towards the mountain. Jeanette estimated that over sixty thousand foot soldiers were attacking the left flank. They were outnumbered two to one. On the right flank, it looked as if thirty thousand soldiers were advancing. The Hesten center was lightly defended in contrast, with maybe ten thousand men. Their fortifications were not that extensive, and it should be easy work for Bodak and the orcs to overrun their position.

Jeanette's observations were interrupted by a sudden darkening of the sky. She thought that a cloud was passing before the sun, but after hearing a loud cry she looked up and saw the arrows from the Hesten bows racing toward their lines. While the arrows fell short of Jeanette's command post, they fell down on her troops. Thanks to the natural cover provided by the trees of the mountain, and the fortifications they hastily constructed, the casualties were not as bad as they might have been.

The Hesten volley was soon answered by a Zentaran one. The Hesten soldiers, marching across an uncovered field, fell by the dozen from the rain of arrows. The Hesten force let out a great war cry, and charged to the base of the mountain and began attacking the Zentaran position.

"Now it begins, Daniels. It has all come down to this one battle. It will make or break this war."

Daniels looked out toward the mass numbers of the Hesten army. "There's so many of them, Your Highness. They have twice our number. Can we really hold them?"

Jeanette nodded, and answered with more confidence than she felt. "Of course we can. We're on the defensive, and we have reserves to draw from. Once the orcs attack, they will not." Jeanette swallowed and hoped that she sounded confident, and that things would proceed as they had planned. 

The Hesten foot soldiers attacked the Zentaran fortifications head on. With their foot in direct contact, their arrows shifted target towards higher up in the mountains, preventing Jeanette from moving down closer to personally observe the battle. Instead, she had to rely on runners to go from the front line commanders to her to deliver reports.

Based on the reporting, the left flank was holding for the moment. The first defensive line was inflicting heavy casualties on the Hestens, keeping the rest of their army in an uncovered position at the base of the mountain and vulnerable to the Zentaran arrows. The archers inflicted heavy damage to the Hesten ranks, but not enough that it would turn the tide of the battle.

Jeanette turned towards one of her runners. "We need to draw them deeper into the mountain so they won't be able to flank the orcs. Tell the first line to fall back to the second position." The runner ran off to relay the order, and soon she heard a victorious cheer arise from the Hestens. Let them have their moment of victory, she thought, they'll pay for it soon enough. The mass of soldiers began to climb the mountain, advancing towards the second line. This line was higher up, and on a steeper bank to make it even more difficult for the attackers.

Jeanette turned toward the pass, waiting for the orc warriors to emerge. They should be emerging any moment now that the Hestens were fully committed to the attack. Sure enough, the gates were opened and the mass of orc warriors stormed out. Jeanette could make out Bodak in the front of his troops charging the simple fortifications.

Bodak leapt into the Hesten defenders, his axe hacking into men left and right. The rest of the orc host slammed into their ranks with a deafening battle cry. Jeanette could see the block of Hesten foot buckle and bow as they weight of the orc troops pushed against them. The attack was going perfectly, and making good progress against the Hesten center. The fortifications proved to be little obstacle, designed mostly to stop large warhorses as opposed to orcs or men.

The ferocity of the attack sent the Hesten ranks reeling. As the orcs pushed past the ling of fortifications, they began hacking and dismantling them to make way for the horse to follow. As Jeanette watched the attack, she realized that it was succeeding beyond expectation. They were pushing the Hestens too far back, and opening up their flank. She could already see the Hesten cavalry repositioning to charge it from the side.

"Bodak is hitting them too hard. They're going to get flanked by the cavalry. We have to tell him to close up his formation!" Jeanette looked toward one of the runners, who looked to the field and then back to her. 

"We'll never be able to get down there in time, let alone find Bodak and issue the order to pull back."

"We have to do something." Jeanette looked at the battlefield again, giving it another look. "Alright, go to the reserve unit, tell them to join up with the right flank and to counterattack as hard and fast as they can."

The runner bowed and ran off to relay the order. "Are you sure that is wise, Your Highness? It's not part of the plan. If we leave our defensive position we'll be fighting them on equal ground, right?" Daniels looked at Jeanette with worry.

"Not entirely equal. We'll have the high ground at the beginning of the battle. If it moves to level ground, we'll already be winning and have momentum on our side. If we can push their right flank hard enough, it might give their cavalry pause long enough for Chief Turogg to come through."

Jeanette hoped she made the right decision. She didn't know if it was what Frederick of Chief Turogg would do, but it felt right to her. The Hesten cavalry were wheeling around the battle in the center position themselves to strike Bodak's flank from the right. The cavalry were beginning to move between the battle at the center and the Hesten forces on the right flank.

The Zentaran reserve forces reached the battle lines on the right flank and surged forward against the Hestens. The Hesten forces on the right flank were unprepared for a counterattack, having been prepared to merely engage the Zentarans and keep them occupied. The ferocity of the sudden attack sent them reeling. Not only were they now on the defensive, but they also found themselves outnumbered, which was another occurrence they were unprepared for.

Jeanette saw the Hesten right flank retreating from the mountainside, pursued by the Zentaran forces. This would be the moment of truth. The left flank had to hold long enough without reinforcements for the center to break. The Zentaran right continued to push the Hestens back, gaining more ground. If the cavalry hit the orcs now, they could end up being trapped between Bodak and the forces on Zentaran's right flank.

The commander of the cavalry saw the danger and pulled his forces back, turning away from battle and repositioning the rear of the Hesten lines to wait for another opportunity. The hesitation bought enough time for Chief Turogg to lead his horsemen through the pass and between the lines. Chief Turogg led his force through the gap created by Bodak, showering arrows upon the Hesten troops as they rode by. 

The Hesten cavalry force moved to intercept, but Chief Turogg rode away from the battle. As they pulled away from the Hestens, they fired another volley of arrows behind them, raining death down upon the Hesten horses. The commander of the cavalry ordered a charge, but his heavily armored horses could not catch the lightly encumbered horses the orcs rode on. Chief Turogg and his troops continued to shoot arrows at the Hestens, killing more horses and riders and depleting their strength as they led them away from the battle.

All the tension drained from Jeanette and she sighed in relief. The plan had worked, and they were going to win. Relief flooded through her as she realized that the battle was won. Frederick led his horsemen through and joined the battle, running down the Hesten archers on the right flank, cutting them down on the spot. The Hesten center collapsed, and Bodak charge into their left flank while the right flank was caught between the horsemen and the Zentaran foot soldiers.

"Tell the left flank to attack. We need to trap and kill as many of their soldiers as we can. The victory must be absolute!" A runner bowed and set off, and soon a battle cheer erupted further down the slope of the mountain. The soldiers pushed forward, and the Hestens fell back, then broke and began to run. Frederick brought his horsemen around again and charged across the battlefield, running down the retreating troops as they tried to flee.

Jeanette looked down to the battlefield and saw Bodak standing atop the ruined fortifications that the Hestens had tried to erect. Seeing that Chief Turogg was leading the Hesten cavalry back toward the battle, he formed up his orcs to catch them when they rode past. As the Hesten horsemen rode past the right flank, the first wave of arrows from the mountain hit them in time with a volley from Chief Turogg's troops. The hail of arrows broke their charge, and allowed Bodak's warriors to slam into their flank, tearing through the horses and cutting down the Hesten knights.

With the Hesten horsemen caught by the orc warriors on foot, Chief Turogg brought his horse warriors back around. They slung their bows and drew spears and axes and attacked the cavalry from the other side, trapping them. The Hesten horsemen were crushed between the two orc forces while the Zentaran forces destroyed the Hesten foot soldiers and archers. At the conclusion of the battle, the Hesten army was completely annihilated, along with much of the nobility of Heste. Unlike the human soldiers, the orcs did not take nobles prisoner for ransom, instead they were all killed on the battlefield. With the loss of the commanders, there would be no one to rally any of the survivors of the battle, who would probably disappear back to their villages and give up the fight.

With such a loss to his nobility, King Connor would have to sue for peace. Even still, to strengthen their position at the negotiating table, Jeanette and the others knew they would have to occupy as much of the Duchy as possible. After the battle, Jeanette, Chief Turogg, Bodak, and Frederick met again to discuss the next phase of their strategy in greater detail.

"Congratulations, gentlemen, on such a stunning victory. A triumph such as this has not been seen in Zentara, or any land, in a hundred years if not more. We have completely destroyed the Hesten army, the cream of their nobility, and captured thousands of arms and horses. The whole of the Duchy of Braden is now open to us." Jeanette beamed proudly as she looked around the tent to the others.

"Then now is the time to strike and plunder. We should carry the fight into the towns and villages and seek the riches and rewards due to us after such a battle." Bodak looked as if he thought the humans would object, and turned to Chief Turogg for support.

"It is time to strike and plunder. My men want their reward from fighting such a battle. While exhilarating, they are used to plunder after a battle, not just slaughter. They are eager to strike out now that they will not be opposed."

Frederick objected that that. "We cannot just pillage indiscriminately. We need to capture The Duke of Braden's castle, preferably with him in it. We do not have the time to burn every village and turn every city upside down looking for gold."

All three looked to Jeanette to get her opinion. Jeanette considered it a moment, and thought of Agmar and the dead villagers. The Duke of Braden was one of, if not the prime mover of this war. His people killed hers, and would have done more if they had not been stopped. "You're all right. Your Grace, you take the thirty thousand of the Zentaran foot soldiers and march on Castle Wareg and place it under siege. The rest will travel with me and Chief Turogg's tribe. They will work together to pillage and sack the undefended towns as we march."

"Your Highness, you cannot mean to endorse such wholesale slaughter!" Duke Frederick looked stunned and horrified.

Chief Turogg chimed in with his deep voice. "When we make this land ours, the humans will have no place here and will leave anyway. It is time to get that started. Well, the men, anyway. The women will have a place of course." Chief Turogg and Bodak laughed while Frederick glowered.

"You had best get moving. Take the siege engineer we hired from Thesta to assist you."

"Of course, Your Highness." Frederick bowed and left, leaving Jeanette alone in the tent with Chief Turogg and Bodak. Chief Turogg approached Jeanette and stepped behind her, wrapping her in his arms and groped her breasts through the armor. "We are going to have a victory feast when the men return from plundering. We shall all enjoy ourselves very much."

Bodak grinned as he watched his brother fondle the human queen. Jeanette blushed a bit, pressing herself back against him, rubbing his crotch with her leather clad bottom. "But first things first, Chief Turogg. I think we should have my Zentaran troopers ride together with your orcs. They need to learn to work together, and to be comfortable alongside other orcs. It will help your people, and you, be more easily accepted in the Kingdom."

Chief Turogg laughed and gave Jeanette's bottom a spank. "You are always thinking aren't you Jeanette? Let's see if I can't give you something more pleasurable to think about." Chief Turogg tugged Jeanette's pants down, and bent her over the table, taking her right there in the command tent.

It would take Frederick just under two weeks to reach the castle, but Jeanette and Chief Turogg would take much longer. They moved far slower, sending out raiding parties every day to plunder and pillage towns and villages along the way. Their supply train grew larger and slower as they amassed treasure and captives with each raid. Hundreds of human women were taken by the orc warriors, and used nightly as whores. It bothered Jeanette at first, to see them used so. But they were the enemy, and this was war. These things always happened in war, it could not be avoided. At least, that is what she told herself.

With Frederick gone, Chief Turogg resumed fucking Jeanette nightly. He took her in his own tent, in the command tent, and anywhere he could get her in private. Often times he would bring her to the captive's pens and have her watch as the human women were fucked by the orc warriors over and over again. When she was hot and horny from the show, he would drag her off and fuck her silly all night long.

While the human men also had their way with women when capturing them, they stayed away from the prisoner pens. They were either intimidated by the orcs, they didn't want sloppy seconds from an orc, or perhaps they just didn't enjoy the women after they were stretched by the karger orc dicks. For the most part however, the men were content with their share of the plunder, which was considerable. As long as they were paid they were happy to leave the female prisoners to the orc. At first, there was some grumbling about letting the orcs have their way with human women, but the longer the human soldiers rode and fought alongside the orcs, the more they came to see them as being comrades and no longer minded.

In this, Jeanette's plan for having them plunder together was doubly successful. The orcs came to appreciate the men's fighting abilities, while the orcs came to respect the orcs as being just like them, only larger and gray skinned.

After two weeks, or about the time the siege of the Duke of Braden's castle was beginning, Chief Turogg arranged for all the human soldiers to be sent away on raids at the same time, leaving Jeanette alone with the orcs. She arranged to have Daniels and her other attendants away on business with the supply chain, so there would be no witnesses to the victory celebration. At least, no human witnesses.

Chief Turogg produced an outfit for Jeanette to wear as she presided over the party alongside him. It consisted of a tight leather miniskirt, thigh-high leather boots, straps over her breasts, and a spiked collar. Atop her head she wore a broken crown made from dark iron. The ensemble truly made her look like the appropriate consort for an orc chieftain, or at least what the humans would think an orc's consort should look like.

A platform was erected before the captive's pens and two chairs placed atop it for Jeanette and Chief Turogg to sit on. Around them in a semi-circle the captive women were being fucked by the orcs, or they were serving them food and drink while being groped and molested at every turn. The women had gotten used to the treatment after weeks of being taken by the orcs, and were no docile and subservient to their captors.

Jeanette became flushed as she watched the women being used. To her right, a comely brunette's pussy was being impaled by a massive orc cock while she choked on a dick. Elsewhere in the crowd a young blonde was bent over, face in the dirt as she was ravished from behind. She knew that these women were in a different situation than her; they were being forced whereas she welcomed Chief Turogg's attention. Still, she found it arousing, and could not wait for it to be her turn to be taken by the orc chief.

An hour after the party began, two naked women were brought and forced to kneel before Jeanette and Chief Turogg. One was about Jeanette's age, curvaceous and pretty, with blonde hair. The other was older, the girl's mother, but also very pretty. Both women had fair, soft skin and the look of nobility. Jeanette suppressed a gasp when the mother looked up to appeal for mercy. Jeanette recognized the woman as Countess Amelia, the wife of the now dead Count of Suzden.

"Your Highness! Please have mercy on us! Don't let them violate us. We're gentle women, of noble birth! We should not be treated like this!" Amelia pleaded as her daughter Anne sobbed and tried to hide her nakedness. The orcs laughed and pulled her arms behind her back, forcing her to bare her breasts and exposed them to the pinches and gropes of the orcs.

"It is not to her, but to me you should be pleading. I hold court here, slut, and I will determine your fate. What can you offer that will spare you from sharing the fate of these others as slaves for my tribe?" Chief Turogg's voice boomed and made Amelia flinch and Anne sob harder.

"Please! My husband will pay a good ransom for us! Keep us safe and you'll be rewarded!"

"I'm sorry to tell you, Countess, but your husband is dead. He was killed in battle three weeks ago." Jeanette shook her head sadly as Amelia wilted and began to sob while Anne wailed louder. Jeanette leaned over to Chief Turogg and whispered to him. "You should give the young one, Anne, to one of your men that you wish to honor. Her father owned land in this place, and wedding her to an orc will help solidify your control over the Duchy."

Chief Turogg considered Jeanette's words. They did make sense to him, and seemed like sensible advice. "What of the mother?" Jeanette looked down to Amelia. "She is of no account now. Let your men have her." Chief Turogg grinned at Jeanette, and then burst out laughing. "Hodnig!" One of the orc warriors watching the scene stepped forward. "Yes My Chief?"

"Take the girl as your slave wife. Make sure you are the one to plant a baby in her womb." Hodnig grinned widely and reached down to scoop up Anne, who began to wail. "Yes My Chief!" The orcs laughed and cheered as he carried her to one of the nearby pens and tied her hands to the cage wall, then began to fuck her from behind. When Amelia tried to intervene, she was picked up by three orcs and carried off to be fucked.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 11



Jeanette watched Anne getting taken by her new orc master and wondered if it was her first time. She didn't realize she had gotten so hard and jaded that she could sentence another woman, all these women, to being the toys of the orcs. How had this happened? When did it happen? She told herself that it was war, that Hesten men would be doing this to Zentaran women if they had won the battle. She told herself that it didn't matter that it was orcs doing it rather than Zentaran men. She also knew she couldn't stop it. The orcs would not listen to her, and Chief Turogg wasn't going to order it, so there was really nothing she could do.

That didn't mean she had to sit and endorse it though. Jeanette looked around at the women. Some were looking back at her with hatred. Others with a look of defeat. Some were too distracted by the orcs to notice her, or anything else that was going on. Maybe she was watching this because she didn't want to be the only one being fucked by orcs? Because she somehow thought that by going through this, they would understand her? That they would somehow come to enjoy it and be like her?

Jeanette didn't know, and in the long run, it didn't really matter. She couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. Jeanette looked back at Anne again. This was her peer, a noble girl of about her age, being fucked and owned by an orc. Being his slave wife. Would she come to enjoy it? Would he make her more his slave, or more his wife? Jeanette began to grow aroused again in spite of herself as she thought about the possibilities. She began to feel bad about it, that she had now gone from passively observing the assault to actively enjoying it.

While she was reflecting on these issues, Chief Turogg reached over and took hold of Jeanette's hand and brought it to his groin. She began to squeeze and stroke the orc's cock through his pants while he enjoyed the revelry going on around him. Chief Turogg had three of the captives brought forward. One was fucked in the reverse cowgirl position, so he could watch her tits bounce and see the fat orc cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy. Another was on her hands and knees facing away from him, sucking on a warrior's dick. This allowed Chief Turogg to enjoy the sight of her wiggling ass. The last was positioned on all fours sideways, getting fucked from both sides.

Jeanette jerked his cock faster as he watched the show. Her own thighs pressed together as she squirmed in her seat. Her legs slid and rubbed against one another as her hard nipples dug into the leather straps crossing her breasts. Her gaze flitted from couple to couple, then to Anne, and back again as she watched the show being put on for them.

Jeanette freed Chief Turogg's cock from his pants and traced the contours of the shaft up and down the length, working it faster as her excitement grew. When the orcs had spent themselves in the women, including Anne, who now had a bellyful of orc cum, Chief Turogg called on all the orcs to bring the captives forward. The human women were all made to kneel, and to look up toward the stage at Chief Turogg and Jeanette.

"All you women now belong to us. Some of you will be wives. Some of you will be slaves. All of you will learn to love it, as the Queen of Zentara does." Jeanette blushed as the women looked at her in surprise. They hadn't noticed her stroking off Chief Turogg until then, but now they saw her small white hand wrapped around the thick grey cock.

Chief Turogg looked to Jeanette. "Mount me, Jeanette." Jeanette rose from her seat with instinctive desire to obey him, even as her mind reeled from the humiliation of this public act. This would be the first time she was going to publically fuck him as the Queen of Zentara. Jeanette moved before Chief Turogg, facing out into the crowd. Her spread legs made the leather skirt ride higher up her thighs, and as Chief Turogg spread them further and pulled her into his lap, the skirt slide up around her hips to put her bare pussy on display.

Jeanette positioned her hips so that her labia rested above his cockhead, then reached down to spread them apart, and open herself up for her lover. She then looked out into the crowd, meeting the eyes of the women, making them each think she was looking at them. "I want you all to watch. I want you all to see me doing this. This is my choice. I want this. I want him to fill me, to complete me. I am his." Jeanette then lowered herself down, moaning hotly as the mounds on the cock pushed her insides apart, making her walls hug tightly to every contour. She sank further down the pole, taking it deep inside her until it pressed against the roof of her pussy and her nether lips wrapped around the base.

Chief Turogg began to push into her, and she began to moving back, moaning and grinding into the cock as he fucked her for the audience. His hands reach around and pulled away the straps, exposing her bouncing tits to the women as she moved faster on his cock. The wet sound of their fucking filled the air, further testament to her desire for this.

Jeanette's cheeks burned with the shame of publically exposing herself like this. Even if it was to captives and not free women. Even if it was to Hestens and not Zentarans. The Queen of Zentara was publically fucking an orc. Stories could be told, rumors could be spread. She was engaged to Chief Turogg, so it would have to come out eventually. But not like this. 

Jeanette could no longer think about that, becoming too lost in the pleasure of the fat orc shaft rubbing her insides and sliding in and out of her. "Oooh...yes My Chief...mmm...your cock feels so good...fuck me...please fuck me My Chief!"

Jeanette's cries of pleasure got louder and louder as Chief Turogg pounded into her. It was not an act she had to put on, she was truly enjoying the fucking she was receiving from the orc. She didn't care that she was being watched, if anything it was turning on more. The progression of experiences, from the brothel, to the show, to now, had trained her to revel in the naughty excitement of the public display. 

Chief Turogg cupped and squeezed her breasts, then rolled and pressed the nipples as his hips slapped at Jeanette's firm ass. "Tell them you want my seed inside you, Jeanette, tell them you want my child." Chief Turogg whispered in her ear as he licked and nibbled along the ridge, teasing the lobe while he teased her breasts.

"Yes! Please My Chief! Cum inside me! I want to feel your hot seed in my womb! I want your baby, give me your baby please!" Jeanette cried out as she started to cum, her pussy clamping around his cock as her body tense, triggering his own orgasm and drawing his seed out, making it shoot and splatter against her cervix, painting it with the thick sticky cum. He continued to pump in and out of her, milking his cock for every last spurt of cum to deposit in her aching pussy.

When Jeanette came down from the high, she looked out into the faces of the women in the crowd again. Many were disgusted, some still too defeated to react and seemed ambivalent, but a few actually looked envious. The more jaded women who expected to be used by men envied the pleasure she felt. Some could see her true happiness, and wanted it for themselves even if it came under these less than ideal circumstances.

Chief Turogg panted until he caught his breath, and then addressed the women. "Jeanette may even now be carrying my child. All of you will soon be carrying orc children in your wombs. It is your future, it is our future!" The orcs cheered while the women looked down, dejected. If the Queen of Zentara was submitting to the orcs, there was no hope for them at all.

The party continued throughout the rest of the night. Chief Turogg screwed Jeanette twice more, and she also serviced a number of the orcs with her mouth. She was even told to give Anne lessons on how to use her body to please her new master. By the end of the night, Anne was no longer sobbing or catatonic, and was beginning to adapt to her new life. Jeanette did not see Amelia again after she was carried off, and had no idea what happened to her.

Jeanette returned to her armor the next day in time for the Zentaran warriors to return from their patrols and raiding. The army began moving again, once more making its way to Wareg Castle to link up with Frederick and the rest of the Zentaran army. It took an additional week of travel to reach their destination. When they arrived, they found Wareg Castle under siege, surrouned by the Zentaran army. A nearby forest had been felled, and catapults, battering rams, and siege towers constructed for the eventual attack on the castle.

"Your Grace, you've made good progress in the weeks we've been separated. How goes the siege?" Jeanette and Chief Turogg rode up to meet Frederick while Bodak oversaw the encampment of the army. "Quite well, Your Highness. Although the Duke of Braden refuses to surrender, we do not believe he will be able to hold out long. He abandoned the town entirely and retreated to his castle. The people here seem relieved to see us, and wish him gone."

"That might change when word of what we've done to the countryside reaches the town. Let us make sure that no refugees are able to sneak into the town."

"Of course, Your Highness."

Chief Turogg looked over the siege engines being assembled. "So this is how you attack the stone houses?" Chief Turogg seemed impressed, in spite of himself, at the human engineering.

"One of the ways, Chief Turogg. We starve them out, cut off the water, or if need be, batter the walls and storm the castle."

Chief Turogg nodded in understanding. "Starve them out must take a long time. Too long a time. Better to storm the walls."

"It depends. Storming a castle is very costly. If you can starve it out before reinforcements come, then that is the better way. It will take months for King Connor to assemble another army and march here. I suspect that we'll have taken the castle and received word from Thesta and Sandora that they have met with the King before that happens." Frederick looked past Jeanette and Chief Turogg as Bodak approached.

"The army is building an encampment now. There is not much room though, especially with the supply wagons coming up behind."

Jeanette looked at Frederick. "How many soldiers do we need to complete the siege?"

Frederick thought about it a moment. "We have them properly besieged with the thirty thousand. We should only need more men if King Connor arrives sooner than expected with reinforcements."

"Then perhaps instead of staying concentrated here, we should split the army to besiege multiple cities and castles at once. We will need to control more than just Wareg if we're going to occupy the Duchy after the war. We cannot count on the Hestens to simply give up control." Jeanette looked from Frederick to Chief Turogg.

Chief Turogg nodded slowly. "Queen Jeanette makes a good point. It is also not good for my tribe to linger here. They will get restless and make sport of the town, and as you said, we want them working for us for now. We can leave Duke Frederick here with this army while we go elsewhere. I am eager to learn how to attack the stone house for myself."

Frederick looked pensive. "I don't think we should split the army up into too many different forces. Also, if you'll forgive me Chief Turogg, we only have the one siege engineer, and you and Bodak do not know how to run a siege. Let us start with a smaller ambition."

Bodak grunted and looked ready to object, but seemed to see the wisdom of Frederick's words. "What do you suggest then?"

Jeanette turned towards Bodak. "His Grace can maintain the siege here without the engineer. We will assign him to the orcs, and you can take your forces to the walled city of Villenor. It is the last market city before reaching Zentara and is quite prosperous. Taking it should be very profitable."

Bodak grinned at that, though Chief Turogg cut in. "We should also send raiding parties further north. They should keep an eye out for new soldiers from Heste."

Duke Frederick nodded, but had something to add. "That is good thinking, Chief Turogg. I think however that you should remain here. When the Duke of Braden surrenders, we will want you and Her Highness on hand to accept the surrender and begin negotiating the peace with Heste." 

Chief Turogg looked like he was going to object, so Jeanette chimed in. "It is for the best, Chief Turogg. It is important that people see you at the front of this war, to see that the orcs are equal partners." Jeanette gave him a pointed look, trying to remind him that he needed to cultivate the people's perception of him to make him more acceptable as a King.

"Very well. Bodak can take the main part of the tribe south to attack the walled city. A small detachment will go further north to scout and raid. And I will stay here for the capture of our enemy." Chief Turogg looked sullen at having to stay, but was saw the wisdom behind Jeanette's reasoning.

The orcs departed the next day to besiege Villenor. Jeanette was annoyed that they had marched all the way north to Castle Wareg only to turn around and go south again, but that was one of the disadvantages of not having a single person in command of the army. A week after Jeanette arrived at the siege, the gates to the castle suddenly opened, and a stream of servants filed out under a white flag. 

"It's a trick, Your Highness. They're sending out the mouths they don't need to save on food. We should turn them back into the castle." 

"I don't know. It seems wrong to just send them back in. Besides, they might also have useful information on what is happening in the castle." Jeanette turned to Chief Turogg to hear his opinion.

"We should let them come out. If we want to be seen as friendly by the people in the town, we should not butcher the unarmed." 

Jeanette, Chief Turogg, and Frederick went to meet the leader of the servants leaving the castle. "Your Highness." The head of the servants knelt before Jeanette. "I am Richard Karsterly. I was steward for the Duke of Braden in Castle Wareg. I beg leave to deliver unto you the castle walls and outer buildings. The Duke has shut himself up in the keep with the few remaining men he has left. But, the Duke, through his heinous and unnatural acts, has given up all claim on loyalty from us, and with a glad heart, we welcome you to the castle."

Jeanette wondered how long his gratitude would last once the castle, the town, and its inhabitants were turned over to Chief Turogg. "I accept your gift most heartily, Mr. Karsterly. How many men does the Duke of Braden have left?"

"It cannot be more than twenty-five, Your Highness. The others have surrendered and wish to pledge themselves to your service."

"Excellent news, Mr. Karsterly." Jeanette looked to Frederick, who nodded and rode off to give the orders to occupy the walls and outer buildings of the castle. "Do you think the remaining men will stay loyal?"

Karsterly shook his head. "I cannot imagine they will, Your Highness. They will see the situation is hopeless. Most only stay loyal out of fear of King Connor. With Your Highness' protection, they will turn on him readily enough."

"What did they Duke do to earn such disdain from his people?"

"He is a vicious and cruel man, Your Highness. He beat and tortured his servants. He abused and molested our wives, daughters, and sisters. No one was safe from him. I shudder to think what might have befallen Your Highness if your marriage had occurred."

Chief Turogg grinned savagely. "It is good for the Queen that it did not. Now she can find a more worthy husband. We shall clear out the stone house soon enough, and the Duke shall answer for his crimes."

The steward's prediction was soon proven right, and the very next day the keep opened as the last of the Duke's men deserted. Jeanette had the last twenty-five men kept confined to the keep after they opened the doors, but otherwise they were unharmed.

Jeanette, Chief Turogg, and Frederick met with the imprisoned Duke of Braden to accept his surrender. While never fit or attractive, the war had treated him even more poorly, aging him even beyond his years. Heavy drinking and wenching left him wracked with disease. "Gilbert, you're not looking well. Though I have to say, in this one instance I am pleased we're not meeting under better circumstances."

"This is all your fault, you whore! You should have just married me like you were promised to! Promised to! You broke the word of your father you faithless slut!" Gilbert frothed and raved as he pulled at the manacles chaining him to the wall.

Chief Turogg back handed Gilbert, making him fly backwards and crash against the stone wall of the dungeon. "You should speak more carefully of the Queen. Your life is in our hands."

"Filthy orc! When my brother hears of this, you pay with your head! He will hunt down every last one of you orc dogs!"

Chief Turogg laughed at that. "Is that so? Then he will meet the fate of those thousands who died outside the pass."

Jeanette gave Gilbert a long look. "Do you really think your brother will risk his crown for you? Thesta and Sandora are pledged to invade Heste if your brother does not cede control of Braden to Zentara."

"What! Give my lands to you? Never! I'll die, first." 

Chief Turogg grinned again. "That is the idea."

Frederick turned toward Chief Turogg. "If we kill him, we cannot know what King Connor will do. He might continue the war even under the threat of Thesta and Sandora."

"We're not going to kill him, Your Grace." Jeanette smiled and walked closer to Gilbert, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I just wanted you to know I've been fucking Chief Turogg. He is to be my husband, and King of Zentara." Gilbert spluttered and looked shock while Jeanette turned and walked away. "We can't kill him, because he was killed by his own men, before they surrendered the keep.

Chief Turogg grinned and lifted his axe as Gilbert started to scream. Frederick tried to protest, but before he could finish Chief Turogg cleaved Gilbert in two. The axe made a sickening thud as it rended his skull and tore is body in two. "That was highly enjoyable. Now I almost want King Connor to attack so I can do the same to him."

Frederick looked stunned. "Your Highness, I'm sorry but that was not well done. He was a prisoner! The King of Heste's own brother!"

"It was necessary, Your Grace. As long as he was alive, he was a threat. His claim on the Duchy of Braden, and the marriage contract with me were a constant casus belli. We'll blame his death on the turncoats, and pay them to disappear and pretend to be dead. There are plenty of slain Hestens around, we'll say we killed them for their action." 

Frederick continued to stare at Jeanette. "You've grown hard, Your Highness. You've adapted to the exigencies of war faster than I would have imagined. I only hope that when peace comes you can return to the good, gentle, woman you were. This is not the Queen you want to be."

"It is the Queen I have to be, Your Grace. My responsibility is to my people, and my Kingdom. The Duke of Braden and King Connor are complicit in the start of this war. For their own ambition, they have driven us to the point where thousands have died, and even more will be uprooted from their homes when the orcs occupy these lands. Someone needs to be held accountable for that. What we have done may not be just, but his death is justice."

Jeanette and Chief Turogg paid off the last men to be with Gilbert, and told them to disappear. They took the money and left Heste, knowing that if they weren't killed for 'murdering' the Duke they would be killed for betraying him if they stayed in Heste. Jeanette and Chief Turogg set up court in Castle Wareg while Frederick besieged another castle.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 11



For the next month, while town after town fell to the Zentaran and Orc soldiers, Jeanette and Chief Turogg ruled the Duchy as de facto King and Queen, attending all matters together and with equal say. The Zentaran soldiers who remained with them became used to seeing them rule together, and the Hestens in the castle and town got used to the presence of an orc.

After dispensing orders for the day, Jeanette and Chief Turogg retired to the Duke's old chambers, where Jeanette had a surprise for the orc. Jeanette's had been delaying for days as she wrapped her head around her feelings on the matter. Finally, she realized it was time to tell Chief Turogg. "It's happened, My Chief, I'm pregnant!"

Chief Turogg was speechless for but a moment, then a wide grin formed on his face. "That is very good Jeanette! Very good! You're to have my child! Our orc son will sit on the throne of Zentara!" Jeanette flushed at the image of a grey skinned orc son, fully grown sitting on her throne. Chief Turogg continued. "I cannot wait for everyone to see your belly swollen with an orc babe. My babe!" Chief Turogg wrapped Jeanette in his arms and lifted her up, then spun her around as she giggled.

Jeanette nodded her head. There would not be any way to hide it much longer. She would begin to show, and would have to explain how she came to be with child. She did not think she'd be able to disappear again like she did when pregnant with Agmar. Now she was officially crowned as Queen, and had been acting as Queen. She would have to announce her betrothal to Chief Turogg, marry him, and announce that she was carrying his child.

"We shall have to make the announcement shortly after we return, My Chief. After you are officially awarded your lands and titles, we will have the wedding. All the great nobles of the Kingdom will be there to witness it, so there is no doubt that it is true and legitimate." Jeanette wondered how that would go over. Knowing Chief Turogg as she did, he would no doubt have some new sort of costume for her to wear. It would be difficult enough for her people to see her married to an orc; even more difficult if it appears she's being exploited. That made her think there might be a method to the madness. Her people were already getting used to seeing her in revealing, highly sexualized outfits.

"That will be good, Jeanette. Then all these games will be over and we can be as we are." Chief Turogg stroked Jeanette's side and made her smile. Her hand moved to rest atop of her womb, and she wondered if it would be a boy or a girl; a brother or a sister for Agmar. "Yes, King and Queen of Zentara, ruling both our peoples, without judgment or interference from councilors of chancellors." Jeanette watched his face to see how he would react. She had been dropping hints and words constantly to undermine his confidence in Sir Drake, and to emphasize that they should rule together like equals.

Chief Turogg grunted, not committing either way to her comment. He had not said much, not liking to deal with these political matters. She did not know if that boded well or ill, but she thought it boded well. He would not want to be king, to rule. As long as his people were treated well and he was given respect, the actual managing of the Kingdom could be managed by someone else. She would ensure that person was her.

"In any event, it will be an exciting time. Incorporating the Duchy of Braden, establishing the peace, a child on the way, we shall be incredibly busy." Jeanette smiled to herself at the thought. If all went well in the coming weeks, she'd have everything she needed and wanted.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. A messenger burst in when summoned. "Your Highness, Chief Turogg, there's a rider from Heste! An ambassador, here to discuss terms for a truce!" Jeanette tensed, though Chief Turogg let out a triumphant cry that made the messenger jump. "They will not fight! They yield to my strength!"

Jeanette was less sure. There were still many pitfalls to overcome. They had to hear the terms they were seeking. Nor had they informed the ambassador of the death of the Duke of Braden. Well, the former Duke of Braden. "Tell him we shall receive him in the great hall. Give him food and water if he desires it then send him to us." When the messenger left, Jeanette turned to Chief Turogg. "Remember my Chief, we have to do this carefully. We must act assured of Thesta and Sandora's support. We must not let him know we murdered Gilbert."

Chief Turogg snorted. "As you say Jeanette. All this talk is boring. Let me know if we need to fight again."

The pair went to the great hall where they had been holding court to prepare to receive the ambassador. The room was lined with soldiers and adorned with great treasures collected in their campaign. It was intended as a sign of both strength and wealth to reinforce their dominant position in these negotiations. After a while, the ambassador approached and knelt before Jeanette. "Your Highness, I am Janus, Duke of Farrow. Here to treat with you on behalf of the King of Heste."

"Welcome, Your Grace. This is Chief Turogg, of the Goltenak Clan. He is my equal partner in the current hostilities. All agreements can be discussed before him, and with him."

The Duke shot Chief Turogg a nasty glare, clearly not happy with his presence. "As you say, Your Highness. On behalf of my master, I must inquire as to the health and welfare of his brother, the Duke of Braden, who is said to be your captive. I have been instructed to offer you a handsome ransom for his release, and to inform you that this is a precondition for any treaty between us."

Chief Turogg made a noise, and Jeanette couldn't tell if he was suppressing a chuckle or scoffing. Instead, Jeanette looked at Janus and spoke in a somber tone. "I'm afraid you have been misinformed, Your Grace. We do not have the Duke of Braden. He was killed, by his own men before surrendering the castle to us."

Janus opened his mouth to respond, but couldn't find the words. The ambassador was shocked, and not altogether sure on how to proceed. His instructions had not covered this eventuality. "This...this is most grievous news, Your Highness. The King of Heste will not take the news of his brother's passing well." Janus gave Jeanette a long, suspicious look. "Where are the men who betrayed him?"

"Put to death. Their heads are decorating the castle walls. I can show you, if you like." Jeanette's even voice seemed to disarm him. She wasn't sure where she had learned to lie so well. She had gotten used to it, since first going to the brothel. So many lies; this was just one more. 

"Yes Your Highness, I should like to do so. I'm sure my master will want a firsthand report. In the meantime...in the meantime...I will need to send a rider with news to the King. With this new circumstance, I cannot make any firm guarantees. But we can begin initial discussions, so I can communicate with my master what your position is."

"Very well. It is clear that your master is the aggressor, who started this war with malicious and malign intentions towards both Zentara and to my person. Without provocation, he has invaded my lands, killed and terrorized my people, and caused much destruction of property and physical hardship. Your master owes me and my Kingdom a great debt in blood and treasure that must be repaid." Jeanette finished her speech, staring down Janus as Chief Turogg looked at her with a surprised grin.

"Surely Your Highness, such a debt has already been repaid. After all, your own forces, in partnership with your orc allies, have inflicted similar devastation upon the lands of my master. We have both suffered in this war, let us now have peace so we can begin to rebuild." Janus paused a moment, then continued. "And Your Highness, you must appreciate that you have defaulted on a legal and binding contract with my master, to wit, that you were to marry his now deceased brother."

Jeanette knew that this was in a legally grey area, so she chose her words carefully. "The contract for my marriage was signed by my father, King Rolf. Upon his expiration and my assumption of the throne, sovereign power in Zentara was vested in me. The contract should have been renegotiated with the new sovereign. Regardless of the validity of the contract, the response to its question is not violence and slaughter. Your master has attempted to use Zentaran lives as a bargaining tool, which is incredibly immoral."

When Janus didn't say anything, Jeanette continued. "But this is history, now. The war has started and we find ourselves where we are today, with Zentara in control of the Duchy of Braden, in command of a large army, and with the support of the Kingdoms of Thesta and Sandora in bringing this war to a conclusion. Your master on the other hand is isolated and his armies have been smashed. We will tell you what our terms are, and you can accept them or not as your master wills."

Outwardly, Janus remained calm but inwardly he was fuming. Even if she was a Queen, this little girl was dressing him down. Worse, he had no idea how to respond now that his instructions from King Connor were obsolete with the death of the Duke of Braden. "I am listening, Your Highness, what are your terms?"

"As recompense for your master's aggression, and to provide a buffer against future attacks, the Duchy of Braden will be ceded to Zentaran control. The Kingdom of Heste will provide three hundred thousand gold marks to the Kingdom of Zentara, paid in annual installments of ten thousand gold marks for thirty years. Finally, King Connor must denounce the marriage contract as having always been invalid, and assume responsibility for the conflict. In exchange, the Kingdom of Zentara will cease its attacks on Hesten territory; and return any castle, villages and towns currently under occupation that fall outside of the Duchy of Braden."

Janus bristled at the list of demands. It was going to enrage the King. Not only was his brother dead, but they demanded his lands and title as well. "Your Highness, these conditions will be quite onerous for the King. Demanding the entire Duchy of Braden, it is little better than highway robbery!"

Jeanette's voice rose with anger. "Are you calling me a bandit, Your Grace? What does that make your master, who plotted to seize my entire Kingdom? Tell your master that if he does not submit to these demands, he will face not only the combined might of Zentara and the Goltenak Clad, but also the military power of the Kingdoms of Thesta and Sandora. He has the choice of either surrendering the Duchy of Braden, or losing his throne entirely when Heste is partitioned between us."

Janus ground his teeth, knowing he and the rest of Heste were stuck. Before he left the Hesten capital he had heard from the Thestan and Sandoran ambassadors, informing him that they were once again prepared to intervene to ensure peace and Zentaran independence. Who would have thought that the young Zentaran Queen could not only convince the orc tribes to cease their attacks on Thesta and Sandora, but also convince them to join in her war against Heste? It must have cost her dearly. No wonder she was demanding so much from them. "You have made your position quite clear, Your Highness. With your permission, I will send word to King Connor and will keep you apprised of his response."

Jeanette nodded to dismiss him, and Janus bowed and left the room. Jeanette and Chief Turogg rose and left the great hall, preferring to discuss their thoughts on the Hesten position in private.

"You were as a lioness, Jeanette. I am impressed. I did not think you would be able to press a man like that with just your voice."

"What do you think I would require? My body? There is more to women than just their body, Chief Turogg." Jeanette sighed at Chief Turogg's attitude. She loved him, but his thoughts were quite provincial sometimes. It would take a lot of work to bring him around to seeing women as equals. Or at least, seeing women beyond being the sometimes useful possessions of men.

"It is a woman's only weapon, is it not?" Chief Turogg chuckled as Jeanette shook her head. 

"Well, now you should realize that a woman's tongue is good for more than just one thing. Soon you might even realize that our minds can be worth more than our body as well." 

"It is true Jeanette that you are more of a delight than the orc women I have known. They are not nearly as talented as what I have found in you." Chief Turogg wrapped his arms around Jeanette and kissed her, then guided her into bed.

It took only a week for King Connor to write a reply, which brought Janus back to Jeanette and Chief Turogg again. It was good that Janus was accepting Chief Turogg at these meetings, even if he didn't say much. It boded well for his acceptance back in Zentara. Jeanette looked to Chief Turogg, who then began. "Well Duke Janus, what does the King of Heste have to say to our demands?"

A look of distaste crossed Janus' face at having to discuss this with the orc, but he quickly suppressed it. "I have received word from him, yes. He has instructed me to accept your demands." Janus deflated slightly while Jeanette looked triumphant.

"Your King has proven himself to be wise. This small sacrifice will bring peace and keep him from losing everything. We will have the treaty written up and it can be signed, then you can go from this place. We have everything we need to take control of it." Chief Turogg dismissed the ambassador, and Jeanette issued orders to begin drawing up the treaty.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12



Being able to dictate the terms of the peace, it did not take long for the treaty to be drawn up. Janus had been authorized by King Connor to sign it, and when he did so, the war was over. Janus departed and Chief Turogg and Jeanette began the process of incorporating the Duchy of Braden into Zentara. Chief Turogg named his most trusted and able orcs to take command of the cities and castles in the Duchy. Word was also sent to have the orc women and children brought through Zentara for settlement in the Duchy. Most of the humans had fled, and those that remained were female prisoners of the orcs, who would be taken as slave wives by the new orc masters.

Jeanette also made arrangements for land grants in the Duchy of Braden to be given to humans from Zentara who wanted to migrate. While living under the dominion of the orcs wasn't attractive, the thought of free land and fewer obligations to the noble overlord did attract settlers. This was necessary because the orcs had no real history of tilling the land or performing many of the duties necessary to run a feudal Duchy. Indeed, many of the first settlers were former soldiers who had fought alongside the orcs and come to see them as being no different than humans. She also had castellans brought in to assist the new orc nobility in managing their property, as well as teaching them what would be required.

Jeanette and Chief Turogg's procession back to Ruar was even more jubilant than when they marched to war. Flush with victory, the people celebrated them at every town, and commoners lined the roads, cheering and clapping for the Queen. Jeanette made sure to thank Chief Turogg and give him credit for his skill and bravery, as well as the important and integral role the orcs played in the battle. Jeanette assured the people that victory would not have been possible without the orc alliance, and that the orcs had proven themselves invincible on the battlefield.

By the time they reached the capital, Jeanette was confident that no one would object when she named Chief Turogg a noble and gave his orcs land in Zentara. This pleased her, as it would make things even easier for when they announced their marriage to the people. Jeanette did realize that marrying into the royal family was not quite the same as entering into the rank of the nobility, but she thought it would be something that could be swallowed one piece at a time. 

By the time Jeanette reached the castle, the army had melted away back to their homes. Most of these veterans had seen the prowess of the orcs and would not be keen to fight them if there were objections to the marriage later. Even less so if it was over something as trivial as a marriage, which would not directly affect them.

As Jeanette approached the castle, she shook in excitement at seeing Agmar again. It had been months since she last saw her baby, and now she was going to have another. The first thing that Jeanette noticed when returning to court was the change in fashion. Many of the young ladies were emulating the dress she wore at her coronation, much to Chief Turogg's delight. They wore silks in vibrant colors, showing off thighs and bottoms, cleavage and side views of their breasts. While the older ladies at court were shocked at the new fashion, there was little they could do if that was how the Queen dressed. 

While she had never intended to wear that style again, its acceptance at court meant that she might have to, especially if Chief Turogg had anything to say about it, which she was certain he would. She wondered for a moment if wearing pants would also become a fashion, since she wore them to go on campaign. Jeanette pushed these thoughts away to focus on the task at hand. She had to award Chief Turogg his new lands, plan the wedding, and of course, continue to plot to get rid of Sir Drake.

Before any of that, she would go and see her son. Agmar had grown in the scant few months she'd been away, much faster than a human child would. He was already crawling, and eating more regular food. He smiled when he saw his mother though, recognizing her. Agmar stretched out his arms towards Jeanette, and she lifted him up into an embrace. He was so heavy, and strong! He was going to grow up to be a powerful warrior.

After seeing Agmar, Jeanette wondered who she should see to that first, to give her greater control over the awarding of lands and the wedding. She had been steadily working on Chief Turogg on the journey back to Ruar, and believed he had come around. It shouldn't take much more to push him over onto her side completely and convince him that he needed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, like with the Duke of Braden, it would have to mean his life. He simply knew too much to be let go. He would run first thing to the King of Heste and tell him that Zentara was bluffing and that Thesta and Sandora would not honor the alliance. Then war would resume and thousands more would die.

Jeanette ended up being surprised when it was Sir Drake who pushed the issue to a head without her having to do anything extra. Shortly after their return, Sir Drake arranged to have her and Chief Turogg meet with him in a secluded dungeon chamber. "It is so good to see you again, Chief Turogg. You as well, Your Highness. I've been waiting a long time for this." Sir Drake grinned and stepped toward Jeanette, a coiled whip hanging at his belt. "It's time for me to get what we agreed upon, Chief Turogg. I want my time with the Queen!"

His time? What had Chief Turogg promised him? "What do you mean by that, Sir Drake? Who do you think you are to demand my time?" Jeanette eyed the whip on his hip warily, as well as the cruel glint in his eyes.

Sir Drake lifted the whip off his belt, and let it uncoil to the floor. "I've been watching you a long time, Your Highness. Since you were a young woman. I've watched you touch yourself when you thought no one was watching, and watched your licentious displays with the orcs. You're a dirty, naughty, sexual little girl, and I'm going to teach you the pleasure you can feel from my whip!"

Jeanette look to Chief Turogg, who looked back impassively. Jeanette turned back to Sir Drake. "You cannot believe I will submit to such a thing. I am the Queen, not your plaything!"

"Chief Turogg made me a promise, a chance to have you for one night, to do as I wish in exchange for all my help in the negotiations!" Sir Drake raised his voice in anger. "I mean to have what is mine!"

Chief Turogg still said and did nothing. They were alone down here, no guards to come and help her. "I am pregnant with his child! You cannot beat me in this condition!"

That seemed to give him pause, but after a moment, he grinned even wider. "That is perfect, the final result of all your depredations; all the more reason for you to feel the touch of my whip!" Sir Drake advanced closer to Jeanette, and then raised his arm, readying to strike out with the whip.

In a flash, Chief Turogg lunged forward and seized Sir Drake's arm. He looked at the orc in shock, genuinely surprised that his desire was being impeded after all this time. Shock soon gave way to fear, as he felt himself being lifted up by the massive orc. Before he could open his mouth to protest he was dashed against the wall, and then flung across the room. Chief Turogg sprinted over to him and kicked him hard, knocking the wind out of the human. The fight was over before it really began. Chief Turogg smashed his head against the floor and it was finished.

The orc then looked over to Jeanette and grinned. "He was more trouble than he was worth. You were right about him. He thought he could use me, that he could be in control. But we will rule this Kingdom, together."

With Sir Drake removed from the picture, the first problem was taken care of. The next, bestowing titles and land upon Chief Turogg would be easier to deal with. At the royal feast celebrating the victory in the war, Jeanette named Chief Turogg as the Duke of Braden, with authority to name all counts, barons and mayors in the Duchy. He was also awarded a tract of land to the east of the city, with authority to build one castle and three cities for the settlement of some portion of his people. 

The bestowing of land and titles on Chief, now Duke, Turogg was met with passive acceptance by the nobles of Zentara. They understood the need of binding the orc warriors to Zentara. With the understanding that the bulk of them would be settled in the Duchy of Braden as a buffer against the Hestens, they were willing to accept a token orc lord in their midst, especially one who was a celebrated military hero. Now that Duke Turogg was a lord of Zentara, in fact, the most powerful lord in the Kingdom, he was on paper at least a perfectly suitable prospect to be her husband. All that wanted now was the planning of the wedding, and informing the populace.

Jeanette's heart thumped madly in her chest as the big day dawned. Jeanette had sent out a proclamation calling all the great families of the realm to court for a special announcement. For days they had been arriving to the city, though Jeanette had kept secret the reason for their summoning. Chief Turogg and Jeanette had decided to spring the news of their marriage concurrently with the actual ceremony, to prevent any resistance or opposition to the wedding from the noble families. 

Jeanette dressed for the wedding in secret, wearing the dress that had been prepared for her marriage to the Duke of Braden, which seemed like a lifetime ago. At first she wasn't sure if she wanted to wear it, but in the end felt a rush of excitement and one last exultation of victory at wearing it when wedding Chief Turogg. It was also a stunning dress, adorned with pearls and lace and required only a little alteration to hide her swelling belly. 

Hundreds of orcs were staying in the castle and in Ruar to attend the wedding, and to join the court once Chief Turogg became King Turogg. They would also serve as an extra defense in case there was any vociferous attempt to prevent the marriage, though she did not expect that to be the case. Now the Chief Turogg was named a count and made marshal of the Kingdom, and tales of the prowess of the orc soldiers during the war reached the public, more and more people had grown to accept the orcs in the Kingdom.

The best case scenario would be that the Kingdom sees her union with Chief Turogg would be as natural as a royal wedding with any prince or noble from one of the other Kingdoms. At worst, she believed that they would see her as a martyr, sacrificing herself in a wedding with an orc to ensure the safety of the Kingdom. Either way, she did not believe there would be much, if any, resistance to the marriage.

When the crowd of nobles had been assembled in the great hall, Jeanette and Chief Turogg went to stand before them. As soon as they saw her in the wedding dress, hushed murmurs swept through the hall as they wondered what it meant. Some had suspected that the gathering was to announce a betrothal, and it seemed to them that their suspicions were correct.

Jeanette looked to Chief Turogg, who stepped forward. It had taken some convincing, but he had eventually agreed to make the announcement to the people. "Good people of Zentara, thank you for coming to this castle today. You have welcomed your people into your lands as friends. We have fought with you, bled with you, and even now we are building our homes with you. To complete making our people one, and to bind our destinies together for great honor, prosperity, and strength, it is my honor to announce that Queen Jeanette and I are to be married."

Another wave of murmurs passed through the crowd. It was difficult for Jeanette to see their reactions, or to understand the pulse of the crowd. Moving forward, Jeanette stepped beside Chief Turogg and looped her arm through his. "Having spent these past months with Chief Turogg, through the negotiations for our alliance, and through the hardships of the campaign, and the horrors of war, I have come to know and respect him. He is as honorable as he is powerful on the field of battle. He brings great strength and wealth to our Kingdom, and will enhance our power and prestige. I enter into this marriage freely, willingly. Not just for the sake of Zentara, but for my own. I have grown to care for him, to respect him, and to love him." Jeanette glanced to the side, where Susannah was standing beside her father, smiling encouragingly at her. "I ask you, the great nobles of Zentara, to applaud this union, and to join us in the celebration of our marriage!"

Applause was scattered at first, but when the orcs on the periphery of the room started clapping and stomping, it soon spread until the crowd was roaring in approbation. The ceremony itself was brief, to get it sealed and completed as quickly as possible. It mainly consisted of a reading of Chief Turogg's assets, both in wealth and people, and then confirming his sovereign power in Zentara. Both Jeanette and Chief Turogg recited their marriage vows, and the wedding was complete.

Happiness welled inside Jeanette at the thought that she was finally married. Not only did it give her license to publically be with her husband, King Turogg, but it also ended any lingering danger that she might once again be forced into a marriage for political convenience. Now she had the husband she wanted as well as needed. With an heir on the way, the Duchy of Braden incorporated into Zentara, and trade flowing with Thesta and Sandora again, the sun was certainly rising on her reign.

When King Turogg wrapped his arm around her and drew her close, her heart leapt and started beating furiously in anticipation of their wedding night. Excitement for their first night as man and wife flowed through her veins and filled her with lust and desire. So lost in these feelings, she barely noticed that King Turogg was calling for silence so he could make an announcement. Jeanette's heart stalled as she felt a sudden tenseness in the air.

"Good people of Zentara. This has been a day of great joy for our people. It may seem impossible to you, but the day holds more joy still." He grinned widely as he looked about the room. "It is my deepest pleasure to tell you that the Queen is already pregnant with my child."

Jeanette's jaw dropped and she flushed, stunned and angered by the sudden announcement. This was not how they should have done it, let alone that he should not reveal so personal a thing without consulting her. Rather than a jubilant cry, murmurs swept through the hall, reacting to the news that the Queen had been with the orc outside of marriage. Frederick stepped forward, glaring at him. "That's enough Chief Turogg! How dare you say that the Queen is with your child before all the people on your wedding day!"

Jeanette looked at him with relief, as King Turogg shot him a nasty grin. Bodak stepped up behind Frederick and chuckled lowly. "That is His Highness you are talking to, 'Your Grace', you must treat him with respect!"

Frederick glared as King Turogg grinned wider. "You do not believe me? Perhaps you should like to see for yourself?" Before anyone could react, King Turogg had gripped the sleeves of Jeanette's dress and tore them with a powerful tug. Jeanette gasped in shock as the wedding gown fell from her body, leaving her naked except for her heels, stockings, and jewelry. Every eye in the room fell first to her exposed breasts, and then to the swollen belly, giving proof to King Turogg's claim. The room was stunned into silence, so that even a pin dropping could be heard. King Turogg then continued. "I have married your Queen in your custom, now let us celebrate her being with child in mine!"

Jeanette gasped as King Turogg grabbed her and sat down on the throne, pulling him along with her. He lifted her feet up into the air while he released his grey python from his pants. Jeanette struggled but his firm grip was much too strong for her to break out of. When the tip of his cock started to press against her slit, she remembered how excited her body already was anticipating their wedding night. Her back arched as she stiffened, legs perched on the seat of the throne, straddling Turogg's own while the slanted cock rubbed and prodded at her pussy lips.

Jeanette's arousal grew, making her labia swell and engorge with need. Her chest felt crushed at this final, humiliating exposure. She had been fucked publically as a whore masquerading as the Queen, then fucked publically before the orcs and Hestens as the Queen herself. Now she was being fucked publically before the Zentaran court as Queen. Her arousal at the treatment was evident to all from the slick sound his cock made as it slid deep into her pussy.

Jeanette's mind spun as she felt that wondrous pleasure emanating from inside her as the monstrous dick rubbed her inner walls. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips before she could control it. As King Turogg began to thrust into her, Jeanette's hips moved on their own to push back against his shaft. Seeing that she was submitting to his cock once again, King Turogg moved his hands to her breasts, plucking at the nipples, lifting and squeezing them and pushing them out on display for the lords and ladies of Zentara.

He began to thrust faster and harder, bouncing the trembling Jeanette on his cock. Her moans came indiscriminately now as the orc shaft pumped in and out of her. Luckily the pregnancy was not far enough along yet that their sexual activities would be dangerous. Jeanette gripped the arms of the throne tightly, and then leaned back against her King's muscular chest. She rocked her hips, rolling them from side to side to stir his cock inside her, so that the mounds covering it rubbed against the walls of her pussy.

"That's it my Queen, show them how much you love it. Show them what a wanton woman you are. Show them all that you're bearing my child willingly, eagerly!" King Turogg's words rattled around in her mind, each point making her twitch and shiver as pleasure ran up her spine. She started bouncing faster, using her body to prove his point to the court. Her head rolled back, eyes closed as she basked in the pleasure this treatment, and his dick, gave her.

Her breasts swayed, jumping about in King Turogg's hands. He continued to maul them, pulling them to make her fall harder on his dick, then giving them light slaps as she rose up again. Her tight ass pressed firmly to his crotch when she hilted herself on his cock, squeezing her inner walls to milk the shaft deliciously as she rose up again. Her head rolled faster, her long raven locks whipping about her face as she began to climax.

"Yes! Ah! Yes Fuck me My King! I love it! I'm a whore for big orc cock! I love your cock fuck me!" Jeanette's body shuddered and her hips bucked and jerked around King Turogg's shaft, squeezing it deep inside her. The walls of her pussy convulsed, pulsing and massaging his dick as he joined her in climax, shooting his load inside her until she began to overflow with the seed.

As Jeanette recovered from the climax, her eyes drifted open and she looked around the great hall, expecting to see every eye in the room looking at her in shock. What she saw surprised her even more than she expected the guests to be shocked at her being fucked by King Turogg. The orcs had seized control of the room and were turning the reception into an orgy. Or, at least, an orgy for them. The human men were being restrained while the orcs fucked every human woman they could get their strong grey hands on.

To her left, a middle-aged noble woman had been stripped naked and was being fucked by two orcs. Jeanette's eyes widened, enraptured as she watched the thick grey dicks sliding in and out of her pussy and mouth. The noble woman was sucking hard on the orc's cock while she moved her hips. Her large tits swayed beneath her as what appeared to be her husband looked on, impotent rage on his face as another orc held him back to prevent him from interfering.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12



Jeanette watched the woman's ass shake as the orc smacked her, urging her on to move faster and suck harder as they double teamed her. She could see the moisture lining her labia as they wrapped around the throbbing orc shaft. The woman had obviously begun to succumb to the virile orc bodies and their much larger and thicker cocks. The orc fucking the woman's mouth pulled out and started jerking, shooting his load on the woman's face. His seed splashed over her skin, masking her face with the thick cum while the other shot his potent seed deep into her womb.

Jeanette looked around the room to watch the other guests being fucked. What might be the woman's daughter was next to her, riding an orc cock, while sucking a second and jerking off two others. Other guests were in a similar state. Every woman from every great noble family in the realm was learning the pleasures of orc cock. What surprised her the most, even though it shouldn't, was how much they were enjoying it. It seemed every woman in the room had become an orc slut, some even shouting it out as she had done as they came or were filled or covered with cum.

Jeanette had the feeling that many new half-orcs were being conceived this day, and that the demographics of her realm were going to be changing with the onset of her marriage. When one orc finished, he'd replace one of the orcs restraining the men, who could then take his turn. As Jeanette looked around the room, she felt a tightness in her chest as she finally looked all the way to the right.

Bodak had seized Susannah, and ripped the dress off her chest. Jeanette could see her best, closest friend's breasts bounce as Bodak humped her. Susannah's dress was bunched around her hips, allowing Jeanette to see the grey orc cock sliding inside that tight pussy. Bodak reached around, gripping Susanna's tits. His large, rough hands completely covered her smaller breasts, masking them except for the hard nipples which poked through between the thick fingers.

She could hear Susannah whimper and gasp as the fucking continued, hard and fast. Frederick struggled and fought, trying to buck and throw off the orcs holding him but it was no use. They were too strong, and he had to watch while Bodak violated his daughter. Even worse, he had to watch as she succumbed to the fat prick and began to enjoy it. Susannah's long fascination with the orcs was finally being satisfied, as was she for the first time. 

Her hips pushed back against Bodak, grinding into him as he sank into her, hammering her cervix again and again. He moved one hand from her breast to start stroking her clit quickly, which made Susannah cry out even louder. "Aaaah! Oh yes! Mmm! Ah!" Susannah's cries made Jeanette flinch. She was responsible for this, for all of this. Even if she had not planned it, she had created the circumstances to allow it to happen. Susannah lost her maidenhood to an orc because of Jeanette's own addiction to their flesh. By the looks of it, Susannah was going to join her in that addiction, and becoming a cock slut for them as well.

Bodak whispered in her ear, then yanked sharply on her hair, making her look up directly into Jeanette's eyes. "Aaah! Yes! I'll be an orc whore! I'll fuck only orcs! Forever! My...my p-pussy belongs only to orc dick!" Susannah then cried out in ecstasy as her climax hit her, making her cavort and convulse in pleasure while Bodak seeded her womb with his own orgasm. Jeanette knew firsthand how Bodak could fill a womb with cum, and in her mind's eye could see the large volume of seed filling her best friend.

Jeanette suddenly gasped as King Turogg leaned forward and spilled her onto the ground on all fours. The large orc crouched behind her, taking his large cock in his hand. He rubbed the slanted tip between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down then pressed it firmly against her little star. Her well used hole spread around the invading cock, swallowing it easily inside her body. She cried out loudly as she felt her bottom being filled again. 

Jeanette looked over at Susannah again, and saw that Bodak had also pushed her forward onto all fours. This brought Jeanette and Susannah almost face to face, looking directly into each other's eyes. The vantage point let her see up close and personal as Bodak slipped his cock into the noble woman's rear, taking her anal virginity as well. Susannah's face contorted in pain as the thick shaft stretched her anal passage wide. He then reached around her waist to start rubbing Susannah's clit, massaging the slick nub so she'd enjoy the anal fucking in spite of herself.

Jeanette moaned as King Turogg thrust into her, slamming her ass cheeks again and again with his pelvis as he rammed her. She felt Susannah's breath washing over her face as the flushed woman exhaled and moaned. Jeanette's own groans rolled out and mixed with Susannah's, mingling as the two friends were butt fucked by the massive orcs. Jeanette started to move her hips, squeezing her ass around the cock, increasing the friction and pleasure for her king.

Jeanette reached over to Susannah, placing her hand atop her friend's and squeezed it. "Clench your body for him, Susannah. Squeeze him inside you, and move your hips. Give in to it, give in to him!"

Frederick stared in disbelief as his daughter started to rock her hips, fucking her ass on the orc's cock as wantonly as any whore might. The fingers on her clit got her ever hotter, pushing her towards another climax as Bodak ravished her ass. The two friends held hands while their orc mates fucked them, moaning and pushing closer as each thrust drove them closer and closer together.

Soon, the two women were standing on their knees, naked breasts rubbing together as King Turogg and Bodak thrust into each woman from behind. Clutching each other's hands, Jeanette and Susannah cried out in ecstasy as they erupted into climax together, while their lovers came deep inside their tight little asses. Both women convulsed together, riding through the throes of their climax, until their swimming minds went blank, and the rest of the orgy faded to black.

Epilogue

Jeanette lifted the obsidian crown and set it atop the grey, bald head of the orc kneeling at her feet. The dark, rough stone sat high on the orc's head. Its spires were hewed to the shape of swords and crumbled towers, and contrasted sharply with Jeanette's own golden crown. "Grotok, firstborn son of King Turogg and Queen Jeanette of Zentara, today you are invested with sovereign power, to rule jointly with..."

Price Trogar leaned over to the burly orc maid sitting to his right. "Grotok has been waiting for this for years. His victories in the field against Heste have given him an awful sense of his own importance." When Grotok rose from the ground he towered over his mother, and Trogar couldn't help but resent how he inherited all of their father's great size.

"It is high time mother has a man sitting on the throne. It's been four years since father passed. She cannot run the realm by herself."

Trogar rolled his eyes. Their mother broke from orc convention by educating his sisters, but the effort was lost on Griselda who was thick enough to think this was a bad thing. "She's only done it now since Belkor has been crowned King of Heste. It wouldn't do to have the second son outrank the first. But where does that leave me?" As the third son, lands and titles were scarce. Now that he had turned eighteen, if he didn't find something to occupy himself with soon, his newly crowned brother would find some excuse to send him off to the Angrian Marches or somewhere else equally horrid.

"Well, if you would take your nose out of your books and spend some time in the lists becoming a warrior like our King, I'm sure he'd find something suitable for you." 

Trogar rose to his feet as the crowd began to clap. Except for his younger siblings and the other children, he was easily the shortest orc present. While large for a human, he couldn't match most other orcs in height or width. "Agmar doesn't look too pleased to see Grotok wearing the crown either." Trogar nodded at the massive, green skinned orc who was glowering up at the dais.

"He's not our real brother, he doesn't count. Besides, he's a green skin and everyone knows they can't be trusted."

Trogar rolled his eyes and then looked back to Agmar. The trembling human serving girl at his side gave a sharp cry as Agmar grabbed her by the hair and angrily stormed out of the hall. A pretty matron with a kind smile tried to stop him, but he brushed her aside impatiently.

"You'll have to forgive Agmar, Aunt Susannah. He's as bleak about his prospects as I am." 

Dowager Duchess Susannah Welton of the Duchy of Braden hugged Trogar tightly. "I know, dear. It's hard on him being so different. Not being recognized as the son of the Queen is hard enough, but everyone can see he is different just by looking at him." An air of moroseness hung about the Dowager Duchess. Her son was all she had left, after the death of her husband, her father, and the exile of her brothers following the first Noble Rebellion during the Second Hesten War.

"With Heste finally crushed, opportunities for rank and land are going to be much harder to find. On that score, how is the young Duke?" Trogar knelt down to smile at the ten year old half-orc standing besides Susannah. The young Duke still had many human features, his orc side not having asserted itself yet.

"I am doing good cousin. Things are quiet now that old king Connor is dead. The people have finally accepted that they are going to live under orc rule."

"If they didn't learn that after what my father did to them after they killed your dad, they never would. Even though I was only five years old, I still remember the rage he went into when he was told that his brother had been killed."

Susannah wrapped her arm around the young Duke of Braden and hugged him close. "That is all in the past now. It is good to see you again, Trogar. Come, let us go congratulate our new King." Trogar left the great room, strolling through the halls of the castle as he pondered what to do. Three great kingdoms remained that might provide an opportunity for him to obtain rank and title. Sandora and the Elven Isles each had a princess of marriageable age, and Thesta had a ruling Queen in need of a husband, though it was assumed she would choose a Thestan noble or a Sandoran match to shore up their alliance. It wasn't likely that any of them would want an orc groom though. As bloodthirsty and aggressive as Grotok is, he didn't think his mother would allow him to go to war against Thesta and Sandora, not so soon after they supported Zentara in the war with Heste. Thanks to the orcs, the population of Zentara had exploded in the last twenty one years. With an orc on the throne of Heste, they would be able to challenge the combined might of Thesta and Sandora, though it would be a bloody, violent, and ruinous war.

That left the Elven Isles. As slight as the elves were, they were fierce fighters. Their rocky isles were extremely defensible, and the large ships needed to carry soldiers across the ocean would not be able to navigate the rocky shoals and waterways between each island. Zentara didn't even have enough ships to carry a force large enough, and building such a navy would be more expensive than either his brother or mother would want to pay for. No, military conquest was not the other. Some other way to capture a throne must be found.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12b



Author's Note: For the purposes of this alternate version of the ending, assume that the treaty signed in Ch 10 was much more severe, with Jeanette abdicating her throne in favor of Turogg and pledging to be his slave-wife. It is more in lines with what I had originally planned for the ending, except for the epilogue which takes the story in a different direction than what I originally thought based on what I've developed in the world of Orc Dominion since originally starting the story.

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Being able to dictate the terms of the peace, it did not take long for the treaty to be drawn up. Janus had been authorized by King Connor to sign it, and when he did so, the war was over. Janus departed and Chief Turogg and Jeanette began the process of incorporating the Duchy of Braden into Zentara. Chief Turogg named Bodak as the new Duke of Braden and selected his most trusted and able orcs to take command of the cities and castles in the Duchy. Word was also sent to have the orc women and children brought through Zentara for settlement in the Duchy. Most of the humans had fled, and those that remained were female prisoners of the orcs, who would be taken as slave wives by the new orc masters.

Jeanette dutifully signed every order that Turogg put in front of her. Her seal was still necessary, as the treaty technically hadn't gone into effect yet, and wouldn't be official until they returned to the city and made the announcement. Sir Drake had been very thorough in writing all the orders that would be necessary for Turogg to consolidate his hold on the Duchy.

Jeanette and Chief Turogg's procession back to Ruar was even more jubilant than when they marched to war. Flush with victory, the people celebrated them at every town, and commoners lined the roads, cheering and clapping for the Queen. If only they knew that soon the Queen they were cheering for would be a slave of the orc hero. Jeanette made sure to thank Chief Turogg and give him credit for his skill and bravery, as well as the important and integral role the orcs played in the battle. Jeanette assured the people that victory would not have been possible without the orc alliance, and that the orcs had proven themselves invincible on the battlefield. When the time came and Turogg assumed the throne, they would think twice about opposing such a formidable warrior.

By the time Jeanette reached the castle, the human soldiers in her army had melted away back to their homes. Most of these veterans had seen the prowess of the orcs and would not be keen to fight them if there were objections to the 'marriage' later. If they did, well, they were now scattered, while the orc host remained largely intact except for what was left to garrison Braden.

As Jeanette approached the castle, she shook in excitement at seeing Agmar again. It had been months since she last saw her baby, and now she was going to have another. The first thing that Jeanette noticed when returning to court was the change in fashion. Many of the young ladies were emulating the dress she wore at her coronation, much to Chief Turogg's delight. They wore silks in vibrant colors, showing off thighs and bottoms, cleavage and side views of their breasts. While the older ladies at court were shocked at the new fashion, there was little they could do if that was how the Queen dressed. 

While she had never intended to wear that style again, its acceptance at court meant that she might have to, especially if Chief Turogg had anything to say about it, which she was certain he would. She wondered for a moment if wearing pants would also become a fashion, since she wore them to go on campaign. Jeanette pushed these thoughts away to focus on the task at hand. She had to award Chief Turogg his new lands, plan the wedding, and ensure all would go smoothly when she handed the realm to her Chief.

Before any of that, she would go and see her son. Agmar had grown in the scant few months she'd been away, much faster than a human child would. He was already crawling, and eating more regular food. He smiled when he saw his mother though, recognizing her. Agmar stretched out his arms towards Jeanette, and she lifted him up into an embrace. He was so heavy, and strong! He was going to grow up to be a powerful warrior.

Shortly after their return, Sir Drake arranged to have her and Chief Turogg meet with him in a secluded dungeon chamber. "It is so good to see you again, Chief Turogg. You as well, Your Highness. I've been waiting a long time for this." Sir Drake grinned and stepped toward Jeanette, a coiled whip hanging at his belt. "It's time for me to get what we agreed upon, Chief Turogg. I want my time with the Queen!"

His time? What had Chief Turogg promised him? "What do you mean by that, Sir Drake? Who do you think you are to demand my time?" Jeanette eyed the whip on his hip warily, as well as the cruel glint in his eyes.

Sir Drake lifted the whip off his belt, and let it uncoil to the floor. "I've been watching you a long time, Your Highness. Since you were a young woman. I've watched you touch yourself when you thought no one was watching, and watched your licentious displays with the orcs. You're a dirty, naughty, sexual little girl, and I'm going to teach you the pleasure you can feel from my whip!"

Jeanette looked to Chief Turogg, who looked back impassively. Jeanette turned back to Sir Drake. "You cannot believe I will submit to such a thing. I am the Queen, not your plaything!"

"Chief Turogg made me a promise, a chance to have you for one night, to do as I wish in exchange for all my help in the negotiations!" Sir Drake raised his voice in anger. "I mean to have what is mine!"

Chief Turogg still said and did nothing. They were alone down here, no guards to come and help her. "I am pregnant with his child! You cannot beat me in this condition!"

That seemed to give him pause, but after a moment, he grinned even wider. "That is perfect, the final result of all your depredations; all the more reason for you to feel the touch of my whip!" Sir Drake advanced closer to Jeanette, and then raised his arm, readying to strike out with the whip.

"My Chief! You cannot mean to allow this! I'm a Queen! I'm carrying your child!"

Turogg grinned nastily at her. "You're not a Queen any longer Jeanette, you're my slave. To be used, traded, or given out as I please! Sir Drake knows well enough not to harm my child, don't you?"

"Of course, Your Highness. I know my trade, and the baby will not be harmed a bit!"

"I leave you to it! Jeanette, obey every order Sir Drake gives you as if they came from me." Turogg laughed gutturally. "As a slave, he outranks you now!" Turogg gave Jeanette's pert ass a hard smack and left her alone in the dungeon with Sir Drake.

Jeanette flushed in humiliation as she looked at Sir Drake, who was leering at her with a wild look in his eyes. His hand reached out, touching her swollen belly as he stroked over the soft fabric of her gown. "I've thought about you a lot over the years, Jeanette, but never did I imagine that you'd get knocked up by an orc!" Sir Drake laughed cruelly. "The Grenally line polluted with a half-breed. What do you think your mother and father would say if they were still alive?"

Jeanette spluttered in rage, but as she opened her mouth to berate him he suddenly smacked her across the face. "None of that, slave! You should know better than to talk back to your betters. It seems you're still in need of some training, and I think I am just the man to do it!" Sir Drake grabbed Jeanette roughly by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room. Long chains with manacles dangled from the ceiling, and he quickly locked them around each of her wrists. 

Jeanette shuddered as she felt his hands roaming over her body, rubbing her ass and squeezing her breasts. Despite the revulsion she felt, her nipples hardened and pressed out against the silk dress. Sir Drake caught the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed, making Jeanette cry out softly.

"So quiet, slave, and so finely dressed. Much too finely dressed for a slave. Have you been impersonating your betters? Tsk tsk...admit that you don't deserve to wear such nice clothing, beg me to strip it off you!"

Jeanette glowered at him, eliciting another sharp pinch of her breasts. Despite her anger at the treatment, and the revulsion at being fondled by Sir Drake, the rough treatment and the bondage were starting to arouse her. It was a testament to the many changes that the rough awakening of her sexuality had wrought that even now her body was responding to the degrading treatment of a man she loathed.

"I...I don't deserve to wear such fine clothing, Sir Drake...please...please take it off me!"

Sir Drake leered at the slave queen. "Well, since you asked so nicely, 'Your Highness.'" He ran his hands over Jeanette's body again, and then grabbed the sleeves of the dress and yanked sharply, ripping them off her shoulders. He pulled down harder, tearing the dress all the way off until it pooled at her ankles.

Jeanette flushed with embarrassment as her large breasts spilled free. She flinched when Sir Drake wrapped his arms around her and cupped her tits from behind. "I've seen these many times from afar, Jeanette, but they're so much more magnificent up close. I've dreamed of this for years, you've grown into quite the sexy woman."

"Nnnng..." Jeanette groaned as his pudgy fingers pinched her nipples again, pulling them away from her body and stretching them outward. Hackles rose on the back of her neck as she thought of Sir Drake spying on her through the years. "Ah!" Sharp cries escaped her lips as Sir Drake slapped each breast, lifting them with the impact of his palm.

"I'm going to teach you many things, Jeanette. I know you already enjoy being spanked. Shall we explore how far we can take that?" His voice dripped with a mixture of lust and derision. Jeanette could feel him moving behind her, getting something ready that she couldn't see.

Sir Drake lifted a paddle, covered in leather and decorated with little studs. He stroked it over Jeanette's thighs, pleased at how she moaned and quivered at the touch. It was clear that the former queen despised him, but she was such a little slut that she couldn't help but give in to her lusts. Sir Drake swung the paddle and smacked Jeanette's ass sharply, making her pert rear jiggle.

The chains rattled as she yelped and jumped in place. Her ass burned, stinging sharply from the smack. Her ass throbbed, sending thrums of pleasure through her. Sir Drake struck her again, and again, paddling her backside, evenly distributing the blows between each ass cheek and painting her whole ass red.

Jeanette cried out as her ass was spanked. The blows were more forceful than the spankings she normally got when being fucked, but even still they gave her the little shivers of pleasure she felt from them. Her pussy throbbed and swelled, and her arousal began to permeate in the air. She heard Sir Drake panting behind her, either from exertion or from pleasure. 

She shifted we weight from foot to foot, her heavy tits and swollen, pregnant belly swinging in the air as she dangled from the chain. "Ah...ah...ooooh..."

"You know Jeanette, I don't think you're properly appreciative for your spanking. It's customary for a slave to count out the licks, and thank her superior for each one. Yet you've not counted a single one, nor thanked me. I suppose we'd better start over, what do you think?"

Jeanette gulped, groaning inwardly at Sir Drake's words. Her mind flashed back to that first night with Bodak, when he spanked her and said something similar. She stuck her ass out towards Sir Drake as she remembered him taking her hard that night, the first time she felt an orc cock. "Y-yes Sir Drake...I'm sorry, I'll do it properly."

Sir Drake grinned at her submissiveness. This was working out better than he ever could have imagined. He knew there was a dirty slut living inside her, and thrilled that it had finally awakened. He smacked her with the paddle again, grinning as he called out the number and thanked him for spanking her. Jeanette Grennally, the Queen, thanking him for spanking her!

"Ah! T-three! Thank you sir! Four! Thank you sir!" Jeanette's shrill cries echoed in the dungeon, reverberating with lust as her juices flowed freely from her sex. Her hips wiggled in the air, shaking faster and harder as she humped the air. 

Sir Drake spanked her to the count of twenty, and then let her sag in the chains and catch her breath. He admired the way her ass glowed, bright red from the harsh spanking. He stepped forward, running his fingers along the curve of her ass, watching how the skin went white from the merest touch, before flushing red again.

The former Chancellor circled around in front of her, pressing the paddle between Jeanette's thighs, rubbing it against her hot, wet, swollen slit. He looked at the former queen, grinning at the way her hair, wet with sweat was matted to her face. Sir Drake then lifted the paddle up, and presented the dark leather, stained with her juices, to the slave's lips. "Kiss it slave, and thank me once more for being generous enough to teach you the pleasure of a paddle."

Jeanette pressed her lips against it, kissing it deeply. She then grimaced as she tasted her own pussy on the leather. "T-thank you Sir Drake!" She kissed the paddle again. "Thank you for teaching me!"

"You're welcome, Jeanette. So very welcome." Sir Drake stroked the paddle over Jeanette's baby bump, making her tense up in fear. He let it linger just a moment though, before moving behind her once again and setting it down. "That was just your first lesson, though. Are you ready for your second? I know I am!"

Jeanette held her breath, her head pounding as she wondered what he was going to do next. Her body exuded heat, and sweat glistened off her breasts. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but somehow her sex was even hotter. She was desperate for him to touch her pussy again. Even the brief contact of the paddle between her legs felt like heaven and she needed more.

Sir Drake stepped in front of her again holding a flogger with long suede tails. He lightly brushed them over her breasts, rubbing the soft material of the strands over the hard nipples. "Now, where shall I use this, hmm? On your breasts? They do look like they need a good whipping. But perhaps there is somewhere else you want to be touched?" Sir Drake grinned cruelly as he moved the flogger between Jeanette's legs, stroking the inner thighs and lightly brushing them against her wet slit.

"Mmmm!" Jeanette moaned hotly as the flogger tickled her puss. It felt so good, and even though she knew that being whipped there would hurt, she was so desperate to be touched that she didn't care. "Y-yes Sir Drake! Please, touch me there! Please whip my pussy!"

Sir Drake grinned as Jeanette melted before him. He flicked his wrist, slapping the suede tendrils against her pussy. She jumped and cried out sharply, recoiling from the pain. Still, the obedient slave remembered to call out the number and thanked him, so he rewarded her with another strike, and then another.

He couldn't whip her pussy too hard, not without risking injury to the baby and that was not something he wanted to do. So he used a lighter hand, but perhaps that was for the better. The way Jeanette was panting and moaning, it seemed she was getting close to climax already and he wanted to string her along just a little longer. He shifted his aim, smacking her inner thighs instead now. These he could hit harder, and soon he made them as bright red as her ass was.

Jeanette cried out in frustration and pent up need as her clit ached and her thighs were abused. Her hips pumped in the air, desperately trying to find something to push against, something to touch her cunt. "Eighteen! Thank you Sir! Nineteen! Thank you Sir!" The last blow came quickly and suddenly, centered on her clit. Her head rolled back and she cried out, teetering on the edge of climax. But the last blow came too late, and she couldn't fall over it and instead hovered in a delirium of need. "Twenty! Thank you Sir!"

Sir Drake tossed the flogger to the ground and walked quickly, but stiffly behind her once more. His cock was rock hard in his pants, but there was one more thing he wanted before taking her. "Do you want to cum you little slut? Then you can you dumb whore, cum for me now!" Sir Drake grabbed the coiled whip from his belt and unfurled it. He then snapped it, harshly raking the tip over Jeanette's back.

Jeanette cried out as the whip lashed her back. Sir Drake didn't wait for her to count it out, instead he hit her again, whipping her back mercilessly. The impact of the whip exploded through her body, sending tremors quaking through her. The impact reverberated all the way down to her pussy, and in her hypersensitive state it took only a half-dozen lashes before her climax erupted and exploded throughout her body.

When Sir Drake saw Jeanette cum, he grunted in satisfaction and through the whip to the side. He dropped his pants and ran to the slave queen. Sir Drake roughly gripped Jeanette's battered rear and wrenched her ass cheeks apart, before slamming his hard cock inside her ass. After months of being brutalized by orcs, his smaller human member slipped inside easily.

Sir Drake started pounding away, but having been driven into a frenzy by the abuse, and at long last having his utmost fantasy fulfilled, he quickly shot hit load deep into Jeanette's ass, before falling back onto the table with a grunt of satisfaction. "Isn't it nice being a slave, Jeanette? You have much more of this to look forward to.

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Once Jeanette was freed from the shackles, she was given a more appropriate outfit to wear. Gone were the long dresses. From now on she would only wear slutty outfits like the one she wore to her coronation. With Sir Drake placated, it was time to move onto the next order of business. Chief Turogg was also awarded a tract of land to the east of the city, with authority to build four castle and nine cities for the settlement of his people.

The bestowing of land and titles on Chief Turogg was met with reluctant acceptance by the nobles of Zentara. They understood the need of binding the orc warriors to Zentara. With the understanding that the bulk of them would be settled in the Duchy of Braden as a buffer against the Hestens, they were willing to accept a token orc lord in their midst, especially one who was a celebrated military hero. Now that Chief Turogg was a lord of Zentara, in fact, the most powerful lord in the Kingdom, he was on paper at least a perfectly suitable prospect to be her husband. All that wanted now was the planning of the wedding, and informing the populace of the change in status. Any further repercussions would be dealt with once he was King officially.

Jeanette's heart thumped madly in her chest as the big day dawned. Jeanette had sent out a proclamation calling all the great families of the Eight Duchies to court for a special announcement. For days they had been arriving to the city, though Jeanette had kept secret the reason for their summoning. Chief Turogg and Jeanette had decided to spring the news of their marriage concurrently with the actual ceremony, to prevent any resistance or opposition to the wedding from the noble families. 

Jeanette dressed for the wedding in secret, wearing the dress that had been prepared for her marriage to the Duke of Braden, which seemed like a lifetime ago. It was the first time she had worn a dress in weeks, and she wasn't entirely sure why they were having her wear it. At least it was a stunning dress, adorned with pearls and lace and required only a little alteration to hide her swelling belly. Still, she was apprehensive as to what they had planned for her.




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12b



Hundreds of orcs were staying in the castle and in Ruar to attend the wedding, and to join the court once Chief Turogg became King Turogg. Thousands more were still camped outside the city, the remaining portion of the army that wasn't settling in Braden. They would also serve as an extra defense in case there was any vociferous attempt to prevent the marriage, though she did not expect that to be the case. Now the Chief Turogg was named a count and made marshal of the Kingdom, and tales of the prowess of the orc soldiers during the war reached the public, more and more people had grown to accept the orcs in the Kingdom.

The best case scenario would be that the Kingdom sees her union with Chief Turogg would be as natural as a royal wedding with any prince or noble from one of the other Kingdoms. At worst, she believed that they would see her as a martyr, sacrificing herself in a wedding with an orc to ensure the safety of the Kingdom. Either way, she did not believe there would be much, if any, resistance to the marriage.

When the crowd of nobles had been assembled in the great hall, Jeanette and Chief Turogg went to stand before them. As soon as they saw her in the wedding dress, hushed murmurs swept through the hall as they wondered what it meant. Some had suspected that the gathering was to announce a betrothal, and it seemed to them that their suspicions were correct.

Jeanette looked to Chief Turogg, who stepped forward. It had taken some convincing, but he had eventually agreed to make the announcement to the people. "Good people of Zentara, thank you for coming to this castle today. You have welcomed your people into your lands as friends. We have fought with you, bled with you, and even now we are building our homes with you. To complete making our people one, and to bind our destinies together for great honor, prosperity, and strength, it is my honor to announce that Queen Jeanette and I are to be married."

Another wave of murmurs passed through the crowd. It was difficult for Jeanette to see their reactions, or to understand the pulse of the crowd. Moving forward, Jeanette stepped beside Chief Turogg and looped her arm through his. "Having spent these past months with Chief Turogg, through the negotiations for our alliance, and through the hardships of the campaign, and the horrors of war, I have come to know and respect him. He is as honorable as he is powerful on the field of battle. He brings great strength and wealth to our Kingdom, and will enhance our power and prestige. I enter into this marriage freely, willingly. Not just for the sake of Zentara, but for my own. I have grown to care for him, to respect him, and to love him." Jeanette glanced to the side, where Susannah was standing beside her father, smiling encouragingly at her. "I ask you, the great nobles of Zentara, to applaud this union, and to join us in the celebration of our marriage!"

Applause was scattered at first, but when the orcs on the periphery of the room started clapping and stomping, it soon spread until the crowd was roaring in approbation. The ceremony itself was brief, to get it sealed and completed as quickly as possible. It mainly consisted of a reading of Chief Turogg's assets, both in wealth and people, and then confirming his sovereign power in Zentara. Both Jeanette and Chief Turogg recited their marriage vows, and the wedding was complete.

Happiness welled inside Jeanette at the thought that she was finally married. Not only did it give her license to publically be with her husband, King Turogg, but it also ended any lingering danger that she might once again be forced into a marriage for political convenience. Now she had the husband she wanted as well as needed. With an heir on the way, the Duchy of Braden incorporated into Zentara, and trade flowing with Thesta and Sandora again, the sun was certainly rising on her reign.

When King Turogg wrapped his arm around her and drew her close, her heart leapt and started beating furiously in anticipation of their wedding night. Excitement for their first night as man and wife flowed through her veins and filled her with lust and desire. So lost in these feelings, she barely noticed that King Turogg was calling for silence so he could make an announcement. Jeanette's heart stalled as she felt a sudden tenseness in the air.

"Good people of Zentara. This has been a day of great joy for our people. It may seem impossible to you, but the day holds more joy still." He grinned widely as he looked about the room. "It is my deepest pleasure to tell you that the Queen is already pregnant with my child."

Jeanette's jaw dropped and she flushed, stunned and angered by the sudden announcement. This was not how they should have done it, let alone that he should not reveal so personal a thing without consulting her. Rather than a jubilant cry, murmurs swept through the hall, reacting to the news that the Queen had been with the orc outside of marriage. Frederick stepped forward, glaring at him. "That's enough Chief Turogg! How dare you say that the Queen is with your child before all the people on your wedding day!"

Jeanette looked at him with relief, as King Turogg shot him a nasty grin. Bodak stepped up behind Frederick and chuckled lowly. "That is His Highness you are talking to, 'Your Grace', you must treat him with respect!"

Frederick glared as King Turogg grinned wider. "You do not believe me? Perhaps you should like to see for yourself?" Before anyone could react, King Turogg had gripped the sleeves of Jeanette's dress and tore them with a powerful tug. Jeanette gasped in shock as the wedding gown fell from her body, leaving her naked except for her heels, stockings, and jewelry. Every eye in the room fell first to her exposed breasts, and then to the swollen belly, giving proof to King Turogg's claim. The room was stunned into silence, so that even a pin dropping could be heard. King Turogg then continued. "I have married your Queen in your custom, now let us celebrate her being with child in mine!"

Jeanette gasped as King Turogg grabbed her and sat down on the throne, pulling him along with her. He lifted her feet up into the air while he released his grey python from his pants. Jeanette struggled but his firm grip was much too strong for her to break out of. When the tip of his cock started to press against her slit, she remembered how excited her body already was anticipating their wedding night. Her back arched as she stiffened, legs perched on the seat of the throne, straddling Turogg's own while the slanted cock rubbed and prodded at her pussy lips.

Jeanette's arousal grew, making her labia swell and engorge with need. Her chest felt crushed at this final, humiliating exposure. She had been fucked publically as a whore masquerading as the Queen, and then fucked publically before the orcs and Hestens as the Queen herself. Now she was being fucked publically before the Zentaran court as Slave-Queen. Her arousal at the treatment was evident to all from the slick sound his cock made as it slid deep into her pussy.

Jeanette's mind spun as she felt that wondrous pleasure emanating from inside her as the monstrous dick rubbed her inner walls. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips before she could control it. As King Turogg began to thrust into her, Jeanette's hips moved on their own to push back against his shaft. Seeing that she was submitting to his cock once again, King Turogg moved his hands to her breasts, plucking at the nipples, lifting and squeezing them and pushing them out on display for the lords and ladies of Zentara.

He began to thrust faster and harder, bouncing the trembling Jeanette on his cock. Her moans came indiscriminately now as the orc shaft pumped in and out of her. Luckily the pregnancy was not far enough along yet that their sexual activities would be dangerous. Jeanette gripped the arms of the throne tightly, and then leaned back against her King's muscular chest. She rocked her hips, rolling them from side to side to stir his cock inside her, so that the mounds covering it rubbed against the walls of her pussy.

"That's it my slave, show them how much you love it. Show them what a wanton woman you are. Show them all that you're bearing my child willingly, eagerly!" King Turogg's words rattled around in her mind, each point making her twitch and shiver as pleasure ran up her spine. She started bouncing faster, using her body to prove his point to the court. Her head rolled back, eyes closed as she basked in the pleasure this treatment, and his dick, gave her.

Her breasts swayed, jumping about in King Turogg's hands. He continued to maul them, pulling them to make her fall harder on his dick, then giving them light slaps as she rose up again. Her tight ass pressed firmly to his crotch when she hilted herself on his cock, squeezing her inner walls to milk the shaft deliciously as she rose up again. Her head rolled faster, her long raven locks whipping about her face as she began to climax.

"Yes! Ah! Yes Fuck me My King! I love it! I'm a whore for big orc cock! I love your cock fuck me!" Jeanette's body shuddered and her hips bucked and jerked around King Turogg's shaft, squeezing it deep inside her. The walls of her pussy convulsed, pulsing and massaging his dick as he joined her in climax, shooting his load inside her until she began to overflow with the seed.

As Jeanette recovered from the climax, her eyes drifted open and she looked around the great hall, expecting to see every eye in the room looking at her in shock. What she saw surprised her even more than she expected the guests to be shocked at her being fucked by King Turogg. The orcs had seized control of the room and were turning the reception into an orgy. Or, at least, an orgy for them. The human men were being restrained while the orcs fucked every human woman they could get their strong grey hands on.

To her left, a middle-aged noble woman had been stripped naked and was being fucked by two orcs. Jeanette's eyes widened, enraptured as she watched the thick grey dicks sliding in and out of her pussy and mouth. The noble woman was sucking hard on the orc's cock while she moved her hips. Her large tits swayed beneath her as what appeared to be her husband looked on, impotent rage on his face as another orc held him back to prevent him from interfering.

Jeanette watched the woman's ass shake as the orc smacked her, urging her on to move faster and suck harder as they double teamed her. She could see the moisture lining her labia as they wrapped around the throbbing orc shaft. The woman had obviously begun to succumb to the virile orc bodies and their much larger and thicker cocks. The orc fucking the woman's mouth pulled out and started jerking, shooting his load on the woman's face. His seed splashed over her skin, masking her face with the thick cum while the other shot his potent seed deep into her womb.

Jeanette looked around the room to watch the other guests being fucked. What might be the woman's daughter was next to her, riding an orc cock, while sucking a second and jerking off two others. Other guests were in a similar state. Every woman from every great noble family in the realm was learning the pleasures of orc cock. What surprised her the most, even though it shouldn't, was how much they were enjoying it. It seemed every woman in the room had become an orc slut, some even shouting it out as she had done as they came or were filled or covered with cum.

Jeanette had the feeling that many new half-orcs were being conceived this day, and that the demographics of her realm were going to be changing with the onset of her marriage. When one orc finished, he'd replace one of the orcs restraining the men, who could then take his turn. As Jeanette looked around the room, she felt a tightness in her chest as she finally looked all the way to the right.

Bodak had seized Susannah, and ripped the dress off her chest. Jeanette could see her best, closest friend's breasts bounce as Bodak humped her. Susannah's dress was bunched around her hips, allowing Jeanette to see the grey orc cock sliding inside that tight pussy. Bodak reached around, gripping Susanna's tits. His large, rough hands completely covered her smaller breasts, masking them except for the hard nipples which poked through between the thick fingers.

She could hear Susannah whimper and gasp as the fucking continued, hard and fast. Frederick struggled and fought, trying to buck and throw off the orcs holding him but it was no use. They were too strong, and he had to watch while Bodak violated his daughter. Even worse, he had to watch as she succumbed to the fat prick and began to enjoy it. Susannah's long fascination with the orcs was finally being satisfied, as was she for the first time. 

Her hips pushed back against Bodak, grinding into him as he sank into her, hammering her cervix again and again. He moved one hand from her breast to start stroking her clit quickly, which made Susannah cry out even louder. "Aaaah! Oh yes! Mmm! Ah!" Susannah's cries made Jeanette flinch. She was responsible for this, for all of this. Even if she had not planned it, she had created the circumstances to allow it to happen. Susannah lost her maidenhood to an orc because of Jeanette's own addiction to their flesh. By the looks of it, Susannah was going to join her in that addiction, and becoming a cock slut for them as well.

Bodak whispered in her ear, then yanked sharply on her hair, making her look up directly into Jeanette's eyes. "Aaah! Yes! I'll be an orc whore! I'll fuck only orcs! Forever! My...my p-pussy belongs only to orc dick!" Susannah then cried out in ecstasy as her climax hit her, making her cavort and convulse in pleasure while Bodak seeded her womb with his own orgasm. Jeanette knew firsthand how Bodak could fill a womb with cum, and in her mind's eye could see the large volume of seed filling her best friend.

Jeanette suddenly gasped as King Turogg leaned forward and spilled her onto the ground on all fours. The large orc crouched behind her, taking his large cock in his hand. He rubbed the slanted tip between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down then pressed it firmly against her little star. Her well used hole spread around the invading cock, swallowing it easily inside her body. She cried out loudly as she felt her bottom being filled again. 

Jeanette looked over at Susannah again, and saw that Bodak had also pushed her forward onto all fours. This brought Jeanette and Susannah almost face to face, looking directly into each other's eyes. The vantage point let her see up close and personal as Bodak slipped his cock into the noble woman's rear, taking her anal virginity as well. Susannah's face contorted in pain as the thick shaft stretched her anal passage wide. He then reached around her waist to start rubbing Susannah's clit, massaging the slick nub so she'd enjoy the anal fucking in spite of herself.

Jeanette moaned as King Turogg thrust into her, slamming her ass cheeks again and again with his pelvis as he rammed her. She felt Susannah's breath washing over her face as the flushed woman exhaled and moaned. Jeanette's own groans rolled out and mixed with Susannah's, mingling as the two friends were butt fucked by the massive orcs. Jeanette started to move her hips, squeezing her ass around the cock, increasing the friction and pleasure for her king.

Jeanette reached over to Susannah, placing her hand atop her friend's and squeezed it. "Clench your body for him, Susannah. Squeeze him inside you, and move your hips. Give in to it, give in to him!"

Frederick stared in disbelief as his daughter started to rock her hips, fucking her ass on the orc's cock as wantonly as any whore might. The fingers on her clit got her ever hotter, pushing her towards another climax as Bodak ravished her ass. The two friends held hands while their orc mates fucked them, moaning and pushing closer as each thrust drove them closer and closer together.

Soon, the two women were standing on their knees, naked breasts rubbing together as King Turogg and Bodak thrust into each woman from behind. Clutching each other's hands, Jeanette and Susannah cried out in ecstasy as they erupted into climax together, while their lovers came deep inside their tight little asses. Both women convulsed together, riding through the throes of their climax, until their swimming minds went blank, and the rest of the orgy faded to black.

****

Jeanette and Turogg rode through the city atop a large platform carried by sixteen human men. Atop the dais, the new King sat in an ornate chair, while Jeanette knelt between his legs. As Turogg looked out to the crowd in satisfaction, Jeanette kissed and nuzzled his heavy testes. Her tongue lapped against them, between them, running all over his fat nuts. She flushed in embarrassment as she heard the names that the people of Zentara called her.

She was dressed in a modified version of her slave attire. She still wore the collar, cuffs, and loincloth, but instead of an open vest, the garment had been cut back to full expose her breasts. Her large tits hung out freely, squeezed by leather thongs that wrapped around them and made them jut out lewdly. Jeanette glanced to either side, trying to see the people in the crowd, but her vision was obscured by her King's thighs.

With a soft groan, she pressed her face back between Turogg's legs and wrapped her lips around his left nut, suckling it softly as she was paraded through the defeated city. Unknown to Jeanette, during the wedding celebration the orc army entered the city and seized control, killing all the human guards. They looted the city, claiming women as captives and killing their menfolk. The Guild Masters were seized and their wealth confiscated by the rampaging orcs. Only the Shipping Guild Master escaped, sailing away with all his ships while the city burned.

Jeanette shuddered as the salty, musky ball sac rolled over her lips and the orc King's thick cock bounced and slapped against her face as they were paraded through the streets. After the city was seized, Turogg announced that he intended to have his own coronation, to show the people that he was the true king, and that Jeanette was a slave. The orc was at least savvy enough to know that he needed to tear down the queen in the eyes of the populace, and make them lose all respect for her.

Tears welled in Jeanette's eyes as she wallowed in humiliation. This isn't what she wanted. She didn't know how it had come to this. It had seemed so simple, so fun in the beginning. She enjoyed being his lover, being filled with his huge cock. After all the pressure of being the Queen, it felt nice to be submissive in bed, to let him take control of her.

But one game added onto another, and somehow she went from being his slave for fun to his slave for real. Even now, as she was carried near naked through the streets with an orc's balls in her mouth, her pussy was gushing. The more she licked the musky tasting balls, filled with his potent seed, the more she wanted to feel him thrusting inside her, crowd be damned.

Turogg's cock was getting harder by the minute as it bounced and smacked her face with every step the humans carrying them took. She could feel it throbbing against her cheek, and when she took both nuts into her mouth at once, it started to leak precum onto her forehead and eye. She felt the sticky fluid running down her skin, and it made her suck on his testicles all the more passionately as she nuzzled the underside of his cock with her face.

The procession took them to the center of the city, in the middle of forum market. They platform was lifted and placed on a large structure of wooden beams, designed to raise them above the crowd and allow everyone to get a good look at them. Turogg roughly grabbed Jeanette's hair and pulled her from between his legs and lifted her up. Jeanette blinked as the sun hit her eyes. When they adjusted, she looked out to see all the men and women left in the city gathered around, gazing at her near naked body pressed against the large grey orc King. 




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12b



Orcs were lining the forum, and interspersed throughout the crowd to keep order. Fires still flickered in the distance, as homes and shops continued to burn from the sacking. When Turogg lifted her up, murmurs spread through the crowd as they got their first good look at her swollen, pregnant belly. It also allowed Jeanette to get a better view of the people of her city. Many of the women looked worse for wear, with their clothes torn or gone entirely. They were dirty and disheveled from being used by the orcs. The men appeared beaten, and as they saw the state of her their shoulders sagged and the last bit of resistance left them.

"People of Zentara! I welcome you, on this glorious day of my coronation." Turogg grinned wickedly. "It pleases me greatly that so many have turned out to pay homage to your King." Turogg set Jeanette down on her knees, and the former queen quickly pulled his loincloth to the side and guided his thick cock between her lips.

Jeanette ran her tongue from side to side as she worked her lips around the slanted tip. With an eager moan, she slid down the length, her lips following the corkscrew bulges of his member. Another murmur went through the crowd, and lone voices, braver than most shouted out "Whore", "Slut", "Bitch", and "Traitor".

Turogg grunted in satisfaction and reached down to softly pet Jeanette's head as she sucked his dick. "By the terms of our wedding contract, Jeanette has agreed to abdicate the throne, and give me full power as your king. She pledges to be my slave and to bear my children, which she's already gotten a head start on doing!"

Turogg's laughter rang in Jeanette's ears as she bobbed up and down the cock, coating it with her saliva. She sucked it eagerly; her saliva washing all over the inhuman member as she glided up and down the length, taking it deeper and deeper as she eagerly fucked her face with his stiff pole. When her lips brushed against his pelvis and his cock pushed into her throat, he finally pulled her head back sharply off his dick. He lifted her up again, and a small table was placed on the dais.

Turogg bent her over the table, and easily rammed his cock home deep inside her stretched pussy. He began to thrust, roughly fucking Jeanette from behind as his twisted cock made her pussy quiver in pleasure, the corkscrewed ridges rolling and rubbing her insides deliciously. "Ah! Yes! Fuck me my King! Fuck your slave! Mmm! Give me your big orc cock! It's so good!" Jeanette's high pitched squeals and humiliating words resonated through the forum.

When Turogg smacked her bottom, she jumped and clenched herself around his dick, squeezing it firmly inside her. "Yes! Please fuck me my King! I'll serve you anyway you want, just please keep fucking me!" Turogg obliged the former queen, and soon started thrusting faster and harder. Jeanette's ass was still red from being paddled by Sir Drake, and the collision of Turogg's hips into her set them afire again.

"See how easily my slave takes a big orc cock? I've been fucking her for months! She couldn't wait to submit, to spread her legs like a whore for some orc meat!" Turogg laughed again, and his hips became a blur. Jeanette cried out in pleasure, and then convulsed in ecstasy as her climax shot through her. Turogg grabbed her roughly and spun her around to face him.

He resumed thrusting, and leaned down to bite and suckle on her tits as his fat cock plunged in and out. His tusks pinched and scraped her breasts as he rubbed them over his face. Jeanette squirmed, writhing in pleasure around his dick as the whole city watched her get fucked by an orc. She came again for him, and then again until Turogg finally pulled his cock out and shot his load all over Jeanette's face and breasts.

The large orc then lifted her up and spun her around, letting all the people of the city see their former queen with a thick load of cum dripping down her face. "Can you see her? Look how proudly she wears my seed! Is this woman a Queen? No! She's a whore! A slave! Now, it is time to see her befitted to her station!"

Turogg bent her over the table again. Another orc joined them on the dais, and removed the leather collar from around Jeanette's neck. It was quickly replaced by another, a heavier, bulkier metal made of cast iron. Jeanette shuddered as the latch closed and a metal lock secured it in place. Her neck moved stiffly in her new collar, and the bulk of it, pressing against her neck and shoulders was a constant reminder of her subjugation. Unlike the leather collar, there was no way she would ever be able to take this off on her own.

Jeanette's flush was visible even beneath the mask of cum she wore. It seemed that Turogg wasn't done though, and she was soon repositioned so that her breasts hanged over the side of the table. The orc returned, and Jeanette gasped as she saw the long needle in his hands. "N-no, Turogg, please!"

Turogg smacked her harshly on the ass again, making her cry out. "Slaves should address their master properly, even when begging! But give it up, Jeanette, you know you want this!"

Jeanette cried out as the needle pushed through one nipple, and then the other. Each nub was soon fitted with a metal ring, and the two were then joined by a chain which stretched taut between them. Jeanette sniffled and sobbed as her nipples throbbed in pain and she was lifted again to put her new jewelry on display. She thought it couldn't get any worse, until she was sat on the table and her thighs spread wide apart, allowing the whole city to see her soaking wet pussy.

The needle returned, this time lining up with her clitoral hood. Jeanette whimpered softly, trembling in anticipation of it. The orc waited, letting her stew in her fear and apprehension, before he finally pushed it through the sensitive fold of flesh. This too was fitted with a metal ring, glinting in the sunlight to draw attention to her new piercing.

Jeanette quivered softly, breathing raggedly as she stood before her former subjects, her nipples and groin pierced, her face covered in seed. They looked at her, a mixture of anger and dejection, and she never felt so low in all her life. She thought back to when she played at being a prostitute, like it was a game. Now she felt like a whore for real.

Strong arms grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back onto the table, holding her down. Another needle was brought to her, and she winced in pain as she felt it poking into her skin again and again. Jeanette tried to remain still as they tattooed her, a broken crown just above her pussy and the black bow over a tribal design on her right breast. Finally, they flipped her over and finished her humiliation, tattooing an orc tribal design on the small of her back.

Turogg attached a chain to her collar and pulled her down the dais, and led her around the forum marketplace, allowing everyone to see her new decorations. Another wave of insults were hurled at her, and when she got too close to the crowd they spit on her. She whimpered softly, face beet red as their spittle mixed with Turogg's seed. 

She breathed raggedly, thighs growing slick with her arousal as she was so publically shamed. Finally, the tour ended and she returned to the dais. Turogg looked out to the crowd, addressing them again. "I must now return to the strenuous duties of ruling this Kingdom. But the celebrations will not end just yet. I know that many in this city enjoyed sex shows in your brothels featuring whores pretending to be the Queen, but now I will show you one better. Ten of my best warriors will fuck the slave in front of you all, and give you a proper show! Hah! Have fun, boys!"

Jeanette whimpered as Turogg left, but when the ten warriors approached, she lay down on the table and spread her legs, offering her body to them with pleasure.

****

Eight years later...

Jeanette crouched in the kennels of Greenhorn Castle, licking slop out of a metal bowl. Her breasts ached, and she wished that the orcs would come to milk her already. Somewhere out there, her children needed to be fed and if she couldn't see them at least she could provide their milk. She hadn't seen any of the six children she bore Turogg, or Agmar for that matter, in, well, she didn't know how long. When Turogg left for war, she had been chained in the kennel and cared for by orc guards. 

Jeanette wasn't sure how long ago that was. It had to have been at least nine months, since she had given birth again since they left. It had taken the guards a few months to gather up the courage to fuck her, so maybe it was at least a year. They took that baby from her as well, and that had been a few months ago. So, maybe it was a year and a half since she saw Turogg, her children, and had been allowed out of the kennel.

She pressed her face back to the bowl, licking it up hungrily. The orcs had cum on the slop they fed her today, and she needed the extra nutrition. Feedings, milkings, fuckings, they had all become more irregular recently and she didn't know why. No one told her anything, why would they inform a slave? She did wish she knew what happened to her children, though.

She knew that Turogg had ridden off to put down a rebellion, though she didn't know where it was, or who was rebelling. That he'd been gone this long meant that the war can't have been going well. She hoped he was doing well, and was sure someone would have said something if he'd been killed. Surely if he had, Bodak would have turned up at the castle. She hadn't seen him, or Susannah, since the pair left to take over the Duchy of Braden. Hopefully things turned out better for Susannah than they did for her.

The door to the kennel opened, and one of her orc guards came running inside in a panic. Jeanette recoiled, scampering into one of the stalls as he charged her with an axe. As the orc made it halfway through the room, the tip of a javelin suddenly burst through his chest and he fell to the ground with a weak gurgle.

A young girl of maybe fifteen years of age entered after him, clad in a leather cuirass with a chain shirt and wearing a tabard featuring a falcon with claws open, as if descending on some prey. Jeanette thought the young girl was pretty, with long brown hair and shapely legs and hips. Her grey eyes spoke of intelligence, but also seemed harsh and cold. She cautiously entered the room, scanning the stalls for hidden opponents until she reached the one Jeanette was staying in.

A look of disgust flickered across the young woman's face for a moment before she masked it. "It's alright Miss, you're safe now. The orcs are gone. Do you know where they are holding the Queen?"

It took Jeanette a moment to realize that not only was the question directed to her, but was about her. She licked her lips, wetting them as she responded, "Me. I mean, I'm the Queen. Queen Jeanette."

Shock registered on the young woman's face, and then she leaned in closer, clasping Jeanette's chin with a gloved hand and lifting it up as she studied her face. For a moment, Jeanette thought that the woman wouldn't believe her, not that Jeanette could blame her. She looked a mess, dirty, face covered in food and slop and semen. Her body, pierced and tattooed, with a heavy metal collar around her neck.

After a moment though, she sighed and stood up straight again. "You'd better come with me, Jeanette."

Jeanette started crawl after the young woman, wondering who the girl was to not address her properly. The young woman looked back and opened her lips as if to say something as Jeanette knelt behind her, but then thought better of it and continued on her way, Jeanette trailing at her feet. 

Signs of battle could be seen all through the castle. Dead bodies, mostly orcs, were everywhere. It seemed as if this was the sight of a last stand. All the best soldiers had gone with Turogg long ago of course, and all that remained were the young and old, or the maimed or feeble. Fear struck her, and she wondered where her children were in all this mess.

The young woman led her to the throne room. A pair of guards leered at Jeanette as she crawled between them, and then approached a group of men standing near the throne.

Jeanette recognized Connor, the King of Heste, a big burly man. "Well well well, if it isn't the little girl who killed Turogg! I still can't believe such a slender thing took down a fully grown orc chief. What have you got there, Princess?" Jeanette's heart stopped and she faltered in her step as she heard that Turogg was dead.

"It's Jeanette. The..." Another voice answered, one Jeanette also recognized. Frederick was there, looking tired and haggard. "...It's Jeanette"

He couldn't bring himself to call me Queen, she thought. Not that I can blame him either. I gave that up long ago. Connor looked at her and started to laugh.

"This is the great Queen Jeanette? The one who thought herself too good to be my brother's bride? I'd say she's gotten what she deserved, but I'm not sure that's true, not yet anyway."

Someone she didn't recognize, but who bore the emblem of the Kingdom of Sandora spoke next. "A lot of good men and women are dead because of her. She will need to be held accountable."

The young woman, apparently a princess responded. "She's suffered enough. Look at her. We should put her out of her misery. Let her execution be enough."

Jeanette was surprised at the young woman's hardness, and a little alarmed at how casually her death was being spoken of. It did little to prepare her for Frederick joining in. "Yes, there's no sense in keeping her alive. Let her be put to death to join all those others who have died because of her."

Connor glared at Frederick. "Do not think I don't know that you were with her every step of the way in making the alliance with the orcs, at least until it affected your daughter. You got her back, but my brother and countless others are still dead! A quick death is too good for her!"

Jeanette felt a moment of relief at hearing that Susannah was alive. She hadn't wanted any of this, but at least her friend might be able to have a normal life again. Jeanette turned her attention back to the assembled leaders of their respective Kingdoms. They hadn't addressed her yet, and she instinctively hadn't said anything. After being a slave for eight years, she didn't have it in her to interrupt a group of such commanding leaders.

"Half the Kingdom is dead, the other half burned out of their homes. Countless numbers of our soldiers have died defeating the orcs. The people need to see justice being done. On behalf of the King of Sandora, I vote that she be punished for all the pain she's caused. A quick death is too easy!"

"Hear hear! Heste votes with Sandora. Let her be punished!"

"On behalf of the nobles of Zentara, I say to kill her. I knew Jeanette when she was a girl, and the girl she was would weep for the woman she's become. Let her die, quickly and with mercy." Jeanette didn't know how to respond to Frederick's words. The only one sticking up for her was voting for her death.

"What say you, Princess Amelie?"

Amelie, Princess of Thesta, regarded Jeanette coolly. "I had once thought to admire Queen Jeanette, who took command of her Kingdom at such a young age. But then I had to learn the ways of war in order to stop the madness she unleashed on the Western Kingdoms. Even still, looking at her now, she's a sad, sorry state. How could we make her suffer any more than she already has? Thesta votes her execution."

Only one voice remained, who had remained silent up until now. The four nobles looked to King Coron Eomowien, King of the Elfish Isles. The elderly king looked upon Jeanette thoughtfully for a long time. "I look upon her, and I could be seeing my own daughter. Is this what would have happened if the orcs spread their violence to my shores? I would not wish it upon her, upon anyone. Clearly, this woman has suffered enough." 

Fear seized her heart as she thought he was going to vote for her death. Even after all her suffering, she didn't long for release. The Elfish King continued, "However, if we are to assume control of Zentara, the people must see that justice has been done. They must see that we will enforce justice in a land that has been chaos for too long. I vote that she be punished."

Relief washed over her as she realized they weren't going to kill her. Surely no punishment they thought to inflict on her could be worse than what the orcs have done over the past eight years. Jeanette was curious though by what he meant by them assuming control of Zentara.

A vicious look of triumph spread across Connor's face. "Then by a vote of three to two, Jeanette will be punished further. What sentence shall we pass upon her?"

Coron looked down at Jeanette sadly. "I know what must be done."

****

Jeanette was taken down to the dungeon, and imprisoned without a bath and without clothes. At least they fed her. Indeed, bread and water was practically a feast after what she had been subsiding on. They did not let her stay long enough to hear what her punishment was to be. Jeanette sat in the corner, knees tucked into her chest and started to cry. So much had happened so quickly she didn't know what to feel. She wasn't to be killed, but she was going to be punished some other way. Turogg was dead; she didn't know what happened to her children. She was rescued from the orcs but she wasn't free.

Jeanette sobbed quietly to herself, for how long she didn't know. Eventually, she pulled herself together when the door to the dungeon opened and Princess Amelie returned. The young woman looked through the bars on the cell door, studying the ruined queen for several moments. Jeanette looked back at the cool princess, wondering what she wanted. 

Amelie opened the door to the cell and entered, walking up to the former queen. "I thought you might like to know what happened to Turogg, to hear firsthand how he died."

Jeanette looked up at the young woman, wondering how this slip of a girl had defeated such a mighty warrior. She nodded to Amelie, who continued. "It wasn't a fair fight. It wasn't some massive clash of swords and legendary struggle. He was already wounded from earlier battles, and I threw a javelin through his shoulder before he could even reach me. He charged me, even though I was on horseback. I think he expected me to turn and try to stab him with my sword. Instead, I simply ran him down beneath the horse. It was brave end, if not terribly heroic."

Amelie watched Jeanette closely, to see how she would react to the news. Jeanette was sad to hear it, but it really didn't affect her as much as she thought it would. She hadn't seen him in eighteen months, and before that he had grown more distant as the years of her slavery went by. She supposed he enjoyed capturing her, but began to lose interest once she was totally his.

"Thank you for telling me. I haven't heard anything in almost two years. Please, Your Highness, do you know what's happened to my children?"

Amelie shook her head. "I'm sorry Jeanette, I don't. There were no children in the castle when we took it. Nor any sign of Sir Drake. Do you know where he is? He has as much to answer for as you."

Jeanette sighed. "No Your Highness. I haven't seen him in months. He must have fled when it became clear that the orcs were going to lose. What happened?"

"What happened? You truly don't know? Your orcs tore across Zentara like a plague of locusts. The eight duchies tried to resist, but they were not as unified, nor as numerous as the orcs and they fell one by one. We let in as many refugees as we could, but once orc raiding parties started crossing into Thesta and Sandora we had to close the borders."

Jeanette swallowed hard, shame and despair ripping through her. "It wasn't supposed to be like that. It was supposed to be a new age for Zentara."




Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 12b



"It doesn't matter what it was supposed to be, Jeanette. Only what it is. The Duke of Haverset fled into Sandora with his remaining forces and skirmished with the orcs from there. Heste had no way to close their border with the Duchy of Braden, and they suffered terribly from the raids. King Connor allowed them to ravage the borderlands as he rebuilt his forces. The elfs were cut off from all trade with the mainland, and suffering greatly. King Coron entered into an alliance with King Connor, who made an alliance with Duke Frederick. Duke Frederick, in turned, made an alliance with the King of Sandora, who called on his alliance with my father." 

Amelie was as animated as Jeanette had ever seen her as she told the story. While she had been cool and detached before, she started to open up as she told the story of the war.

"Duke Frederick started a rebellion in the eastern end of Zentara with Sandoran help. Turogg pulled all his forces east to put it down, but it was only a feint. When he got there, Duke Frederick led him to the Sandoran border, where the whole army was waiting. Over the last eight years, a mighty string of fortresses had been built to protect the border with Zentara. Meanwhile, with the army away, King Connor invaded the Duchy of Braden and quickly reconquered it from the remaining orcs, who had no notion of how to resist a siege."

Jeanette leaned forward, listening eagerly as she had her first real conversation in years. "What happened next?"

"Turogg marched his army back west. Apparently, he learned nothing from your first war with Heste, and tried to storm the Lyskean Pass. His army was mauled badly, but enough of his forces were mounted that it didn't turn into a route the way it did in the first war. Still, he had to retreat, hugging the Lsykean Mountains into the Duchy of Swetford." Amelie used her finger to sketch a rough map in the dirt of the cell floor.

"While that was happening, Sandora and Duke Frederick invaded the east again, this time liberating the Duchies of Haverset and Abshire, as well as invading the Boronian County. King Connor resumed his offensive, taking the Duchies of Testin, Crovoth, and Fullorm. Meanwhile, I led my armies south in Swetford. Turogg had set up a haphazard camp in the Duchy as he reconstituted his forces. He didn't have time to reorganize before I struck. This time his forces were routed and Turogg himself slain. The remains of his army withdrew south and started breaking into bands, which set the country on fire wherever they went. My army continued south, taking Swetford, Oxmain, and Iaena. The orcs were trapped between all three of our armies, and were herded into Ruar."

"I think I know when that happened. All of a sudden there were a lot more orcs in the castle again, but they didn't stay long."

Amelie nodded. "They were preparing to make a last stand, when King Coron attacked the city from the rear. Your Shipping Guild Master had fled to his court with all his ships, and now he brought the elf army back to Zentara. They attacked the undefended port, and opened the gates for our armies. And here we are."

"Here we are. What will happen next? For Zentara, I mean."

"There will no longer be a Zentara, Jeanette. Haverset, Abshire, and most of the land owned by," Amelie hesitated a moment, "owned by the crown will go to Sandora. Heste will keep Braden and the lands they occupied, as will Thesta. Ruar will be a neutral city under the administration of the elfs. The Kingdom of Zentara shall cease to exist."

That last part hurt Jeanette more than anything else that had happened. She thought she would be the greatest leader, King or Queen, that Zentara had ever known. Instead, she killed the Kingdom. Jeanette hung her head, sobbing softly again. After a moment, she composed herself again and looked up at Amelie. "What about me? What punishment have you decided on?"

****

Jeanette blinked as the sun hit her face directly for what seemed like the first time in ages. Her face still stung from where they had tattooed a black dove on her cheek. It seemed the whole city had been brought out again to see here, though Jeanette could not help but notice that the number was much smaller than it had been eight years ago. 

She was led to the forum marketplace, where thick, wooden stocks had been erected. The guards holding her by her bare arms didn't even look at her, despite her nakedness. Instead, they roughly placed her in the stocks and locked her in place. Jeanette was trapped, bent at the waist with her head and arms in the stocks, leaving her unable to move or get away.

A slender elf stood beside her, and unfurled a proclamation which he read for the crowd. "Citizens of Ruar! In the name of King Coron Eomowien, Administrator of the Free City of Ruar, hear me! Jeanette Grennally, once Queen of Zentara, has been found guilty of grave treason! Her actions have led to great suffering for the people of this land, and it is to those people whom she must make amends. Jeanette has been marked with a black dove. Let it be known, to any who see that mark on her face, her body is free to be used in any way which you see fit!

But let no permanent harm come to her, or do any harm which would render her unable to serve others. When you have had your fill, send her on, to be used by others, and others after them, until she should pass from this life. So state all the Kings of the Great Alliance, Connor Ousten, King of Heste, King Steffon Farthing, King of Sandora, Guillame Honore, King of Thesta, and Coron Eomowien, King of Deznuissan, known as the Elfish Isles."

Silence reigned for just a moment, before the assembled crowd closed in on the trapped Jeanette. She trembled in fear as the angry mob pressed in against her. 

"Is that really the Queen?"

"Ain't no queen now, she's a fucking slave whore!"

"Spread her legs for the damn orcs, she didn't care what happened to us!"

"How you like that new tattoo Yer Highness? You gonna spread your legs for us too like a good girl?"

Hands groped her breasts, pulling on the chain connecting her nipples until she cried out in pain. As soon as her lips parted, someone in the crowd spit directly into her mouth, making her recoil in disgust. Rough hands smacked and pinched her bottom, and then spread her thighs apart. She felt a hard cock rubbing against her slit, and then push between them.

"Damn this bitch is stretched out! I can barely feel anything!"

"Make her suck your cock!"

"Put it in her ass!"

The crowd yelled out suggestions as the man pulled away. He circled in front of her, and soon she felt his cock, wet with her own juices slap across her face. The smell was ripe and powerful as he smeared his dirty shaft over her face. She looked up at the man and saw him to be a filthy beggar.

"You heard 'em cunt, suck my dick!" He squeezed Jeanette's cheeks, harshly prying open her mouth and then slammed his cock between her lips. Jeanette closed her lips around it and started to suck the shaft, milking it with her mouth as he thrust it inside her. He pushed, giving her no time to adapt as he rammed his head against the back of her throat.

Jeanette's body accepted the cock easily. A human sized shaft was much easier compared to an orc cock, and soon she was taking the filthy member all the way down her throat.

"Someone stick a bottle up that loose snatch!"

"Here, I'll do it!" An angry female voice shouted, and soon she felt a cold wine bottle pushing between her legs. Jeanette moaned in spite of herself as the thick glass container slid between her walls, pushing deep inside her. Her face buried into the bum's pubic hair as she was knocked all the way down his shaft. Her shoulders grated against the wooden frame, rubbing red and raw against it. The woman behind her fucked her harder with the bottle, slamming it in and out of her as the crowd laughed and cheered.

Hands continued to pinch her breasts and ass, and pull on the piercings through her clitoral hood and breasts. Jeanette panted, moaning louder around the filthy cock as it slammed in and out of her throat. She sucked it passionately, working it with her lips and tongue as the beggar grabbed her hair and roughly held her in place for his violent thrusts. Jeanette's lips started to bruise as he pounded her face, faster and harder until finally he cried out and spewed his load into her stomach.

The bum pulled is cock out and wiped it on the former queen's face. Jeanette tried to catch her breath, but the cock was soon replaced by another one. The bottle continued to pump in and out between her legs, the slick glass sliding easily through her stretched folds. The hand holding the neck of the bottle started to punch her labia as the container sunk all the way inside her. The combination of the hand smacking her labia, and the pinching and pulling of her piercings drove Jeanette closer and closer to climax.

"I think the dumb slut is enjoying it!"

"Damn I can't believe I ever looked up to this whore!"

"Hah! Is it even a punishment if the bitch cums?"

"I don't care, just keep fucking her!"

The degrading words and insults made Jeanette quiver, and soon she found herself cumming hard around the bottle. Another load flooded her mouth, and then she found herself sucking another cock.

"Hey, someone put your dick in her ass! Maybe it will be tighter with that bottle in there!"

The crowd laughed, and soon someone was brave enough to try it out. Jeanette grunted as she felt a cock slam into her backside as she sucked on the third cock. It did feel tighter, fuller to have the man's cock rubbing up against the bottle plugging her cunt.

"Hey, this isn't bad! If someone slams this bottle in her ass when I'm done and then you can fuck this bitch's cunt!"

The crowd fucked her for hours, rotating the bottle between her ass, pussy, and mouth. They came in each of her holes, and one her. The pulled her piercings so hard she thought they might rip out entirely. Well into the night, the crowd fucked her and it seemed as if every man left in the city wanted a go. The women came out too, but they were more physical in their abuse, ravishing her empty holes with the bottle, and beating every inch of her body that they could reach.

As dawn approached, the crowd began to disperse. Jeanette was left hanging in the stocks, half unconscious from the merciless fucking and the cascade of climaxes that brought her. Semen dripped down her body, hanging off her in long strings. When she coughed, globs of cum splattered into a puddle beneath her. A few people were left standing around, one of them finally approaching. Jeanette was nearly unconscious, and was having trouble seeing through the mix of cum and spit decorating her face.

She smiled weakly though, as she recognized a friendly face. Or at least, what she thought was a friendly face. Daniels stood above her, looking down at Jeanette with a blank, empty expression. Her former footman smacked her across the face, and then spit in her eyes as he propped her jaw open one last time. His cock slammed into her abused mouth, and he started roughly fucking her face.

"My wife, my daughter...they're gone. Gone because of you! We trusted you, we loved you! And you sold us all to the orcs! You damn whore!" Daniels pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her roughly across the face again. Tears welled in Jeanette's eyes at the expression on loyal Daniels' face, at hearing the news of what happened to his family. She knew them, she had met them and liked them and now they were gone because of her.

Daniels slammed his cock in her mouth again, grinding Jeanette's filthy face against his pelvis. Jeanette choked and whimpered as he thrust his cock, pushing it inside at different angles to really push and chafe her throat. He seemed more interested in hurting her than his own pleasure as he slammed between her lips over and over again.

Jeanette winced as he spit on her again, and then groaned as he pinched her nose shut while he fucked her throat. He ravished her mouth, keeping her from breathing until she started to turn blue, and then finally relented and released her again.

"How could you do it? How could you sign over everything to them? Was it worth it? Was it worth it?" Daniels cried out in anguish as he resumed fucking and choking her. Jeanette's head began to spin as he slid his cock in and out of her throat, roughly pinching her nose to cut off all the air. The world began to grow dark, and the last thing she saw before passing out was his hard cock shooting his load onto her face.

****

The next day Jeanette was released, free to wander the city. No matter where she went, though, the tattoo on her face gave her away. She was fucked in every corner of the city. Sometimes she wouldn't make it more than a few steps before being grabbed, and subjected to hours of torturous rape. Even though she inevitably climaxed from the fucking, her holes ended up chafed and raw from the constant sexual activity. Jeanette had to beg for food and for clothes. Occasionally she was given scraps to eat, and sometimes even a dress to wear. The clothes never lasted though, as they would inevitably be ripped from her body by the next angry mob she ran into.

When she wound up pregnant a few months into her service, the viceroy in charge of the city took pity on her, and gave her a place to stay and food to eat every night. He still turned her out during the day, to roam the city and serve the people of Ruar. When it was time to give birth, she delivered under the care of a midwife, and the child was taken from her and she was put out once again.

Winters were the worst, as she had to wander the streets naked. On the coldest nights she would have to seek out men to fuck her just to experience a little warmth. When she was too cold, or too hungry, she would go to the kennels. She could always rely on a place to sleep and food to eat there, but she was loath to. The kennel masters were the cruelest in the city; the things they made her do...

After her second child was taken from her, Jeanette resolved to leave the city and try her luck elsewhere. The country wasn't any better, as every village and hamlet she went to had heard of her. Having never had the opportunity to abuse Jeanette, they were as vicious and cruel as the citizens of Ruar had been that first day. 

While she travelled, Jeanette got a firsthand look at what had become of her kingdom. Even two years later, villages were still burned and abandoned and skeletal remains populated the countryside. Seeing the breadth of the destruction crushed what spirit she had left, and Jeanette returned to Ruar to atone for her crimes.

One cold winter night Jeanette crouched in a doorway, wrapped in a blanket she had found in the kennel. She looked down at her body, ravaged by her life on the streets. Crude names and words had been tattooed on her skin by the people of the city, and three hash marks had been made on her stomach, one for each of the children she'd borne while serving her sentence. 

Jeanette looked up when a shadow crossed her face, and she gasped in surprise as she saw the familiar face of Sir Drake looking down at her from within a dark cloak. Sir Drake, the man who conspired with Turogg to make her a slave. Sir Drake, who worked with Turogg to rape Zentara and plunge it into destruction and despair. Sir Drake, the most wanted man in the Kingdom. She could raise the alarm, denounce him. The people might forgive her then, at least a little. She could earn a reprieve from her sentence. Instead, the defeated former queen leaned back and spread her legs as the grinning Sir Drake dropped his pants, and pushed between her thighs.



Orc Dominion: Zentara Ch. 01



As Jeanette rushed up the steps, she heard the Madame call after her to turn right and take the third room on the left. Making her way down the hall, Jeanette glanced through the doorways on her way to the assigned room. Each chamber had only a hanging strip of cloth to offer privacy to the clients, and they did not always conceal the rooms entirely. The princess could hear moans and slapping coming from the rooms, sending another quiver of excitement through her.

Jeanette entered her room, leaving the curtain slightly open. Her trembling fingers fumbled to undo the ties holding her dress closed, but soon they parted, allowing the dress to fall off her body and pool at her ankles. Jeanette wore nothing beneath it, adding to the perverse thrill of her little game. Jeanette licked her lip again as she waited, eagerly looking out the doorway. Her hand fell to her pussy, gingerly running over it, marveling at how wet she was.

As she brought her fingers up to examine the moistness, her first client entered the room, yanking the curtain closed behind him. The man looked at the moisture glistening off her fingers in the candlelight and smiled.

"Ready for me, whore? Eager and waitin' for the fuckin' I'm gonna give ye?" The man was large, unshaven, unkempt. But that didn't matter to Jeanette, all that mattered was the fulfillment of her fantasy and the revenge on her parents. "Mmm....you know it...come here...come here and...and let me see that fat cock!" Jeanette sputtered out the words, trying to talk like the girls she heard below in the tavern. The man advanced with a grin, reaching out to the princess. "Lemme see them titties..." He squeezed Jeanette's melons, his rough, calloused palms rubbing against the princess' hard, sensitive nipples.

"ah...oh...that's good...." Jeanette shivered as the hands groped her breasts, the coarseness only turning her on more. The man was a commoner, a laborer, and he was about to fuck the princess of the whole country, even if he didn't know it. The thought intoxicated Jeanette, and she reached out to him, feeling his biceps, rubbing and massaging the bulging muscles. The man leaned in, pressing his face between Jeanette's large bosoms, then kissed and nibbled his way to her nipple. His hot, wet tongue lapped and slid against it, teasing the sensitive nub as Jeanette panted in his arms.

"Fuck you got nice tits..." The man's hands gripped them tightly, sending a jolt of pain rushing through Jeanette. He then pressed them to his face as he nibbled at the princess' cleavage. The man's whiskers scraped at Jeanette's soft skin, but it didn't stop her from leaning back and pressing her chest more firmly into the client's face. As she leaned backwards, she also thrust her hips forward, rubbing her pussy against the man's thigh.

"Hey watch it whore, I don't need your cunt juices soaking my pants." The man released Jeanette, pushing her back onto the bed. "But if yer that eager ta get fucked, I think I can oblige ya...spread your legs and lemme see that pussy of yers..."

Jeanette lifted her knees and spread her legs, putting her pussy on display for a man. This peasant was the first man to ever see her pussy, and the thought drove her wild. She leered hungrily at the man as he opened his pants, and fished out his stiff cock. Jeanette didn't know if it was bigger or smaller than normal, though it looked fat and long enough. All she knew was that she was about to lose her virginity to a stranger, an unknown commoner in a brothel. 

Jeanette reached between her legs to pry her labia apart, letting the man see her pink folds. The client groaned and his cock gave a jump at the lewd, erotic sight. Climbing atop Jeanette, he guided his cock to those folds and began rubbing his cockhead against the moist nether lips. 

The touch of the hot cock made the princess jump and gasp, sending near orgasmic tremors through her body. The man was quick to coat his cock in her juices, and before she had time to think, slammed his cock hard and deep into the royal snatch.

Jeanette moaned as the cock filled her tight, formerly virginal pussy. She grabbed onto the man's shoulders to steady herself as he began banging away inside her. The friction of the throbbing shaft rubbing her sensitive inner walls made her feel alive, as if for the first time. A sexy, sensual pressure compressed her chest as her heart raced in excitement. This was better than Jeanette anticipated, or expected. Better than she imagined possible. Her hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into the man's cock, matching his own movements as she fucked him back eagerly.

"Fuck...yer tight for a whore...so fucking tight..." The man grunted in satisfaction, slamming his hips wantonly into the princess. The wet sounds of his hips slapping against Jeanette's naked body filled the small room, and soon their own moans mingled with the rest of those in the brothel.

"Ah...ah yess....fuck me harder...slam your big fat dick inside me!" Jeanette cried out louder and louder. The man was not even particularly big, or skilled, but the living out of her greatest fantasy amplified everything for her giving her the greatest pleasure of her life.

The man came close to cumming, riding the edge of his climax. Not wanting to cum too soon, he slowed down and then stopped after a moment. "Turn around whore, I wanna see that ass of yers as I fuck ya!" Jeanette whined as the fucking stopped, then quickly turned around and rose onto all fours, shaking her ass at the man as her thighs spread. The man smacked her ass hard, then gripped it to hold it in place as he pushed his cock inside her once more.

The heavy spank caught Jeanette's attention, making her gasp and then groan in delight as the cock slammed into her once more, stretching her tight walls around the girth. Her ass stung red, though she continued to buck it back into her client. Her hips swayed from side to side, grinding back into the cock as she squeezed it inside her, trying to trap it within her vaginal folds. "Mmm! That's it...that's so fucking good...keep going...please don't stop...I need it I need it!" The normally refined princess cried out eagerly for the fucking.

The man obliged her willingly, his hips becoming a blur as he began to thrust faster and harder. The man's hands groped and kneaded her tight, pert backside, squeezing the cheeks together as he rutted with Jeanette. "Aaaaah!" The man groaned loudly and whipped his cock out of Jeanette's pussy, cumming hard and sending long sticky ropes of cum spewing over Jeanette's back, tangling in her hair and painting her ass with the hot seed.

As the cum splattered down on her, the last coherent thought she had was that she never even got the man's name. Jeanette began to climax wildly, shrilly crying out in pleasure as waves of ecstasy exploded out from her loins through the rest of her body, making her tense and convulse as she rode the crest of the orgasm. The pleasure, the wicked, naughty, decadence of her actions overwhelmed the young princess and she collapsed on the bed, passing out from the experience.

Jeanette came to moments later to find another man already atop her. Her eyes flickered open to look up at the next man from between her legs, which had been bent up to her shoulders. The new man leaned on the backs of her thighs, holding her down as he pounded away into her wet snatch. The rhythmic thrusting into her already stimulated cunt triggered another climax, and then another as the cascade of pleasure inflamed her body. Soon that man too came, spilling his seed over her breasts and belly. Then another client entered, and after him, another. Hours passed as Jeanette constantly serviced the patrons of the Soiled Dove. 

At the end of the night she found herself on all fours, with a man pumping into her from behind. Jeanette's muscles ached, but she continued to flex and push against the probing cock, fucking it back as it slammed into her. Her whole body was sore from a night of the frantic fucking, but the pleasure released from countless climaxes numbed it somewhat. The man fucking her reached forward with one hand, taking a firm grip of Jeanette's soft black hair and pulled it back, forcing Jeanette to look up at the ceiling. He continued to tug, pulling her back into his cock as he slammed it inside over and over. Each thrust caused the previous loads of cum to ooze and spurt out of her, soaking into the sheets of the bed beneath her. Her hands clawed and gripped at the covers as she tried to brace herself. The man's other hand began to smack down on Jeanette's exposed, raised ass, turning her cheek a bright red from the abuse. The combination of the smacks on her bottom, the tugging of her hair, and the constant rubbing of the cock inside her drove Jeanette over the edge one more time and she began to shudder violently with the climax. As Jeanette's vision returned and her mind cleared, the man pulled out of her and shot his load, hitting the back of her head and soaking into the stretched out hair. The man then released her, fixed his pants, and left the room panting.

Jeanette collapsed back onto the bad, sprawling out. Each successive man had added to the semen coating her body, leaving her caked in the sperm. It covered her breasts and her belly, her thighs and ass and back. It filled her pussy and dripped down her inner thighs. The men fucked her in every position she could imagine and a few she couldn't. Jeanette came more than she ever had before. Each climax was a stronger, more powerful climax than any she had experienced before that day. As Jeanette basked in the aftermath, wallowing in the thick scent of sex permeating the room, the Madame returned.

"Well they certainly did a number on you, didn't they dearie?" The Madame looked at the exhausted Jeanette, sprawled out on the bed with some amusement. The humor in the Madame's eye made Jeanette feel ashamed, as if the other woman knew she was there for her own perverse pleasure. Jeanette sat up and reached to pull the thin cloth that served as a blanket over her body. "Don't you worry about that, it's nothing I haven't seen before is it?"

"I suppose it is a little silly to worry about modesty now, but even still, until I can wash myself and put on my dress I would prefer to stay covered...seeing as I'm no longer seeing customers." Jeanette lifted her arm to her forehead, and brushed off the sweat glistening on her skin.

"If you say so dear, but take it from me, a few months here and you'll be wandering up and down the halls here as stark as the day you were born." The Madame chuckled softly as she entered the room and sat on the foot of the bed. "You did well tonight; better than I expected in fact. How did you come to hold up so well?"

"Living on the farm makes a girl strong, durable, and capable of many things." 

The Madame laughed louder at that. "If you've ever even seen a farm I'd pay you your rightful share of the night's take now, and the house's bit too. How did you come to walk through my door tonight anyway?"

Jeanette ran her fingers through her hair, brushing the wet locks behind her ear to buy time as she went through the cover story she developed for herself to get it right. "My mistress bid me to come as a punishment."

"A punishment hmm? What could you have done to merit so harsh a punishment I wonder? Slept with the lady's husband?" The Madame's eyes bored into Jeanette, watching for her reaction to try and judge how truthful she was being.

"It's...a long story and I'd rather not go into it. I wouldn't want to...betray any confidences that might lead to an awkward discovery of the house I belong to." Jeanette evaded the question as best she could, though the Madame looked skeptical.

"Mmm...well anyway dear, you took more customers in a night than most girls do. I think you enjoyed a bit more as well. I'm sure your "Mistress" will be pleased. Shall I write her a note?" The Madame grinned at her. "Or perhaps you'd like to write it, and I can just sign? A well-spoken young lady such as yourself is a fine writer, I'm sure."

Jeanette looked back into the Madame's eyes. "Oh I can write with the best of them, Madame, I couldn't serve as a lady's companion without the ability to read and write now could I?"

"I should think not...anyway, up with you now girl, you don't live here and it's time for you to go!" The Madame scooped up Jeanette's dress off the floor and tossed it onto the princess. As Jeanette rolled out of bed and began to dress, the Madame poured a small flask into a teacup. "Here now dear, drink this..."

"What is it?" Jeanette looked at the cup warily. Now that her game had been played, she was beginning to think rationally again, and wondered if the Madame might have some trick up her sleeve.

"A little something all the girls drink each night. It will keep any babes from growing in your belly. We don't want to send you home with a present now do we, girl?"

Jeanette paled and shuddered at the idea, then quickly drank it down. The taste was horrid, causing Jeanette to grimace and nearly spit it all up. "It tastes awful...though I suppose it doesn't need to taste splendidly to do its job..." Jeanette looked at the Madame with a hint of embarrassment. "Thank you...for letting me work here tonight. I do appreciate it."

"Thank you she says! My dear, you made me a pretty bundle last night...you're welcome to come back anytime you like!"

The princess shivered again at the thought. Up until this point, she honestly hadn't thought about doing this again. Now the seed was planted. As Jeanette made her way back to Greenthorn castle, a deep ache settling into her well used pussy, she resolved not to return. She had her fun, she had her memories, and she had her revenge, but it was too dangerous and she needed to get on with her life. 



Orc Lore



Lenore tried not to scream as the orc pulled her clothes off, ripping them from her body... everyone knew that orcs were very violent. The only way a female would be able to escape from their hands unharmed was to do everything they wanted... those than ran or tried to resist were torn limb from limb after the orcs had their way with them.

At only 19 years of age, Lenore wanted very badly to live... so she stood there and let the huge creature tear her clothes from her young, lush body. It was very large, a dark greenish color... almost human features except that they were sluggish and too big on its face. Pointy ears... no hair... and its body was much larger than any humans. Heavily muscled with big hands...

It touched her with those hands now, making her shudder as it squeezed her breasts hard and she winced. Seeing her expression, the orc seemed confused and it squeezed her more gently... she shuddered again, but this time more from pleasure. A silly grin spread across the creatures face and it stroked her breasts, seeming entranced by her hardening nipple. Lenore let out a small moan as it pinched the nipple between her fingers... she hadn't thought it possible but she was becoming aroused.

Fortunately she was not a virgin, although not a slut she'd slept with three different men in the village. Right now, staring at the orc's hardening weapon she was very glad that she'd had some experience of the pleasures between men and women. If she hadn't, that large, knobby cock would hurt her very much... instead it was making her almost curious.

Sure, the orc was ugly, but her body was responding to it... and that huge cock interested her. It was thick, long, and had lots of runs and bumps all over it. The same greenish color as its skin, Lenore tried to imagine what it would look like spearing her pink pussy... gross but erotic? The ridges and nobbles were bound to feel good though... she shuddered a little, reaching out to touch the strange cock.

The orc was surprised when the human female touched it, it let out a grunt of pleasure as she ran her hand up and down its length with a look of curiosity in her eyes.

Feeling the pleasure running through its body, the orc ran out of patience and pushed her to the ground. Lenore looked up at the orc with trepidation, not sure what she'd done wrong, but as it knelt between her thighs she realized that she'd done right. The orc was horny. It looked at her open legs, examining her pink pussy before sliding one finger between her folds.

Lenore gasped as the thick finger pushed into her, shuddering a little... the orc's skin was hotter than a human's, she hadn't really noticed before but now that part of him was inside her she could feel the heat in her pussy. Leaning her head back she moaned, her breasts thrusting forward... and the orc reached forward to squeeze the tender mound with its other hand.

Writhing a little, Lenore whimpered with disappointment as it pulled its fingers from her open slit, and then sucked in her breath eagerly as it positioned itself between her legs. She realized that she must be slightly crazed, wanting this grotesque creature, not even human, to fuck her... but she did. Badly.

She groaned as the wide, hard, hot head of its cock pierced her, letting out a cry as it stretched her tender pussy out. The orc was much larger than any man who'd entered her body, and she groaned, panting with exertion as her body stretched to accommodate it. Letting out grunts of pleasure as it was wrapped in her tightness, the orc continued to thrust hard, forcing its way into her wet sheathe. 

Lenore's back arched as the orc buried itself in her body, the ridges and bumps did feel amazing as they rubbed along the inside of her pussy, its wide meat pressing against the interior of her body. She cried out with painful pleasure as it pressed their groins together, its strange cock fully sheathed inside her. 

Then the orc began to pull out, a very strange feeling, leaving her empty... before filling her back up again. Lenore cried out with abandon as the orc began to hump her like an animal, it had no interest in fulfilling her desires, only in finding its own release within her body. Fortunately she didn't need it to try and help her find her orgasm, she was so turned on by the entire experience... the strangeness, the animal brutality, and the huge cock plunging in and out of her.

The brutish creature howled on top of her, and as she felt that large cock swelling even bigger, she screamed with passion, ecstacy wrapping her body in folds of sensation that exploded throughout her being. Liquid spilled into her, hot and heavy, filling her and making her writhe with desire... 

When the orc was finished it stood, not bothering to clean off its groin, and left. Lenore lay there, panting with exertion as she recovered, eventually standing and gathering up the shreds of her clothes, walking awkwardly back to her village. She'd make more excursions into the woods at night... and she would never, ever run from an orc. 



Orc Masters Ch. 01



DISCLAIMER:

The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of "Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.

*

Yunie treaded carefully through the forest ground, making sure not to make much noise. The moonlight was the only thing that lit the Night Elf's path. Her sword sheathed should any vicious wild animal attack her. Quietly and calmly she made her way towards her destination, an Orc encampment near the swamp lands.

Yunie had never really considered herself a part of the alliance cause. She was a rogue, a pirate, and she was damn proud of it. The only reason she had joined was due to the gold she could make in the market. But she grew tired of the alliance, and its cause. It didn't help much when in every raid, the alliance was always beaten, badly. No, Yunie was a pirate,a very attractive pirate, she stood at a mere 5' 5", enticing green eyes, just like her hair. As she traveled towards the Orc camp, wearing black leather pants, leather boots and a white swashbuckler's shirt, the shirt always giving viewers a good look at her big 36EE breasts. She relished in the fact that many an alliance member have dropped their jaws every time they saw her walk by, swaying her hips to tease them. But it frustrated her knowing that, despite the many companions she had. None could please her the way she wanted. She thought of them as wimps and inadequate, however, her hunger for sex was big, and she settled for whoever she could find.

Having arrived at her location, she hid amongst the bushes as she saw the Orc Camp, this was no mere camp either, it was a military camp, many tents lined up, a whole tribe of Orc warriors were hunkering down in this area. Before she had left, she had made the pre-text that she was going to spy on the Orcs, the truth of the matter was the opposite. She had had it with the alliance and wanted to join the Horde, she felt that there definitely was more opportunity for money here, and the men here by all means did not look anything like the wimps from the alliance. Yunie licked her lips just thinking of the possibilities. Beyond where she was hiding, she could see a group of five gruesome, ugly Orc soldiers squatting down around a fire, all of them dressed in standard soldier leather armor except for one. The biggest, and meanest looking of them all was dressed in plate armor. "A general" Yunie thought to herself "He'll let me join, especially if I give them information about the alliance." She thought to herself cleverly. She continued listening to the Orcs for a while longer, as they were feasting and laughing, re-telling raid stories, of how they have beaten the alliance so many times and how they were nothing but wimps. "hmm... With that in common, getting in should be a synch" Yunie thought to herself. Then her eyes widen as one of the Orcs stood up and started sniffing in her direction, it gave a wicked grin, then it turned towards the Orc general and whispered something to his ear. "Shit! They've discovered me! If I don't make a move, they'll think I'm here spying on them!" Soon all 5 Orcs were staring in her general direction and were soon grabbing their axes. "Shit! Think Yunie think!"

Letting her instincts take over, she simply strutted out of the forest and walked towards the 5 Orcs, her pirate shirt unbuttoned a little to expose her big breasts. If it worked with the humans, it should work with them as well, she thought. A cheerful, but nervous tone in her voice. "Boys," she exclaimed, "no need to grab your weapons, I don't come here to spy on you." 

"You're an elf!" Said one of the orcs, in a hoarse voice, his overweight body struggling to stand up, an axe in hand, "We don't need no other reason to cut you up in little pieces." 

'Now, now friends' Interfered the general whose name was Trogg. "Let her speak, we'll see if what she has to say is worthy of her life being spared" he said with an evil grin, bearing his sharp teeth. 

Composing herself, Yunie straightened herself up, "I wish to be a horde member," The Orcs looked at her in confusion, looked at each other, then laughed heartily, "and I know where the alliance will attack next" she continued trying not to be intimidated by their laughter, not that it mattered because they laughed even louder. 

"Pathetic little elf," said the general, "You honestly think any of what you've said is of any use to us? We already know of the alliance plans, and what's more, even IF they have attacked us by surprise, we still would beat them... as we usually do", the orcs joined in laughter. Scared thinking that they might decide to cut her to bits, she started pacing backwards. Surprised as she saw two of the Orcs behind her, covering her escape path. Two others with axes in their hands started walking towards her as Trogg sat and watched with an ugly grin, "planning on going somewhere elf?" he said laughing. "I thought you wanted to be a part of the Horde?" he said cackling. Thinking quickly, she thought of the only way to get out of this situation alive.

"Oh but I really do lord Trogg" I said with a coy smile. "I'm sick and tired of those wimps from the alliance lord," I said swaying my hips back and forth as I slowly walked toward him, the ugly beast staring at me questioningly. "I should've never doubted the strength of the Horde army, and if you have no need for a spy, then I'll gladly offer any other services." I said giggling nervously. 

The vicious looking Orc stared down at me, smiling wickedly. "ANYTHING?" he asked, licking his lips. I nodded knowing exactly what he meant, I figured if I was going to try and get out of this alive, and get to join the horde, I might as well give in. Seeing their rippling muscles I knew they could tear me apart easily, yet, at the same time, it also excited me. I knew Orcs were no pushovers, my curiosity was getting the better of me and I wanted to find out how ruthless they could really be. He Barked in laughter. "You must be so desperate to want to join the horde pathetic little she-elf" he said.

"Oooh Of course Lord Trogg" I cooed seductively, "I just never felt to be a member of the alliance anymore, I know now no army is as strong as the horde's army lord, and I would be glad to service it in anyway possible" I said with emphasis, giggling wickedly. 

The ugly green beast grinned, "Oh you will be doing a lot of servicing, she-elf bitch" he said and quickly pulled up the loincloth underneath his armor, revealing the biggest, slimiest and wart-filled green cock I've ever seen. My eyes went wide, hypnotized by the sheer size of the mammoth cock it must have been 13 inches long and 3 inches wide. The other orcs simply laughed after seeing my reaction. "Strip for me bitch," he barked at me, stroking his giant cock. "If you're going to be a member of the horde, then you will have to please all of us." he barked. 

Regaining my senses I simply nodded and cooed, "mmm yes Lord Trogg." I slowly started stripping off my clothes, dancing seductively, all the orc's sat down again to enjoy the show. Swaying my hips from side to side, I slowly bent over and removed my leather boots and pants, the Orcs hoot and hollered as I stood there dancing with only a sheer swashbuckler's shirt and a lacy thin red thong. I was feeling flushed, my pussy was getting wet, I was dancing to seduce five members of one of the ugliest races of Azeroth, and I was loving it. Soon all five Orcs were sporting huge slimy, warty green cocks in their hands, which only turned me on more. I turned my back towards the general, looking back at him enticingly, I teasingly rubbed and smacked my ass cheeks a couple of times. Having removed my shirt I now stood in front of the Orcs dancing completely naked except for my sheer, thin, red thong. I was about to remove it, when Trogg interrupted. 

"Good wench, leave your thong on, now come here and service your new master" He said with a grin. Having him say that struck a cord in me. I had never been a slave, I preferred being on my own, making my own rules, but it felt soooo good coming from him. I nodded in response to my new master and kneeled in front of the towering beast, I eagerly took his giant slime covered green cock in my hands and started stroking it with both hands as it was too big around. I giggled wickedly as I heard the Orc general starting to moan as I stroked his huge member, and hungrily I started taking his green bulbous cock head into my mouth, moaning in pleasure. My pussy getting wetter at just the thought. There I knelt, a night elf, a member of the alliance kneeling down in front of five monstrous looking Orcs, and I was servicing one of them almost completely nude.

I felt the Orcs strong big hands jerking my long emerald hair in his hands as he tried to shove more of his cock into my mouth, relaxing my throat I took as much of his cock as I could in my mouth, gagging, I looked up at him smiling as I moaned on his giant member. "Mmmm yeah bitch, I bet you like that Orc cock don't you? You slutty elf" I popped his cock out of my mouth for a moment, leaving a strand of saliva on it. 

"Mmmm yes Lord Trogg," I replied, "I was starting to get tired of wimpy human dicks" I replied with a wicked smile before engulfing the slimy green cock into my mouth again. The Orcs laughed at my reply.

"Maybe we were wrong about you she-elf, the horde can definitely use your services for raising the troops morale." the Orc said with a wicked grin, groaning louder, the other 4 orc's high fived each other at the news. "But before we do," He continued, "you will have to prove your loyalty to the horde bitch", the other four Orcs laughed and mumbled amongst themselves. 

"Mmmmm anything for the Horde, master Trogg."I said. He grinned at my reply. 

"Exactly," and with that, he pulled my mouth off of his cock, and grabbed me from the waist and carried me under his arm like a rag doll and took me into his tent, the other Orcs stayed behind, knowing well not to interfere, lest they had a death wish.

Coming inside the tent, Trogg abruptly threw my body towards the tattered leather bed. I lay there splayed for the monster as he removed his armor, revealing a heavy, yet muscular body, beaten severely by battle. His legs and chest as hairy as a satyr. Walking toward me as his now fully extended 15 inch cock swayed back and forth, glistening from the slime and my own spit. Grabbing a collar from a nearby table, he threw it at me, "Sex Slave" the tag read. 

"Put it on," he commanded, I obediently locked the collar around my neck, he grinned as I did so. "From now on you're MY sex slave she-elf, and if you wish to live, you will do as I say, Understood?" To which I simply nodded obediently. 

"Yes master Trogg." While this certainly wasn't what I was expecting to happen, my body simply couldn't help it, it needed, craved for more Orc cock, and I was quite happy to oblige with being the horde's new fuck toy.

"Good" he said with an evil smile, bearing his sharp teeth. He then grabbed my ankles with his big green hands as I lay on my back on the tattered mattress and spread my legs. "Now you'll know what a real cock feels like slave" he laughed. Licking my lips I reached down and moved the red thong to the side, revealing a pussy trimmed in the shape of a triangle. My pussy was already very wet, and quivering in anticipation at the fucking I was to receive tonight. 

"Mmmm yes Master Trogg, I've been waiting for this for a looong time" I cooed, he laughed louder as he started to inch his slimy green cock into my waiting pussy Heaving and groaning Trogg started forcing his huge green fuck rod into my wet pussy. I moaned and screamed as the thick member was being engulfed inside my hungry cunt, the warts on his shaft sending shivers all over my body as they touched all the right places. The orc threw his head back laughing. 

"I knew you were an Orc slut, as soon as I saw you, dressed in just a sheer blouse and leather pants, you were looking for a fuck weren't you slave?"

I moaned, turned on even more, "Oommmm Yes master, I was getting tired of wimpy humans and wanted to have a real cock." I replied giggling wickedly as I started pinching my heaving breasts, again he laughed. 

"Good slut because from now on you'll be the horde's new fuck toy, and you will have to service ALL my men to raise their morale." He said with a grin. I thrashed and moaned underneath his giant hairy body, moaning uncontrollably as he started pounding my tight elf pussy. 

"Oooommm yeees maaaster" I replied as I threw my head back, "Anything for the horde Master Trogg." He laughed again, he had won against the alliance in many battles, and now he had won against the alliance again, he now had a willing fuck slave from the alliance and he was relishing the thought. Grabbing my hips, he started pummeling my pussy mercilessly, I didn't think at first that I could fit all of his slimy green cock inside me, but I was starting to feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he kept fucking his new fuck toy. 

The tent was soon filled with the Orc's musky scent of sex as well as mine, and soon I was letting out guttural bestial moans as loud as his, bucking my hips faster and harder to meet his forceful thrusts. My pussy lips hot and red as he fucked me raw. He engulfed one of my breasts into his mouth, groaning louder as he sucked on my supple breasts, leaving trails of slime and spit on them, he bit on my hard nipples, sending shivers all over my body. "Oom Fuck!" I screamed in pleasure. "Oom Fuck yeees yees!". He let out a loud groan as my pussy spasmed and contracted around his cock. 

"Mmm yea you little elf slut," He said as he started pummeling my sore pussy, I moaned in sheer extacy as I felt the bumps of his warty, slime covered cock touching all my nerve endings, sending shivers all over my body. I could feel his cock start to swell and he pounded my cunt harder, his balls slapping against my thighs. "I'm going to breed you slave! I'm going to give you my orc cum!" I moaned in delight, spreading my aching pussy more. 

"Ooom Yes master, breed me with your powerful Orc Cum!" without any further encouragement, he slammed my pussy harder and soon I felt a torrent after torrent of hot Orcish seed flood inside my slave pussy, I couldn't hold it anymore, and with another loud moan, I threw my head back, torrents of my pussy juices started gushing out, it overflowed and started leaking down my curvy thighs "OOM YEEES MAASTER TROGG!" I screamed loud enough to let the rest of the encampment know who I belonged to now. I was now completely his slave, and I was loving every minute of it. He let out a triumphant bellow, shaking the tent. This was just another victory for him, he had not only succeeded in making me a willing sex slave, but he had also put his seed inside me. I was marked for life, but I didn't care, all my body was craving now was Orc cock.

I collapsed on the mattress, exhausted, my pussy still leaking his yellow-ish cream into my thighs and on to the mattress. My body still shivering, it still craved for more. "Mmmm More... mmmore" I cooed as I lay there, the orc laughed triumphantly. 

"Mmm you night elves have such tight pussies." he grinned, "maybe from now on we'll spare all night elf females and make them our sex slaves." My body got so hot just thinking about it, a whole army of Orcs, having their way with all the night elves of Azeroth, in the middle of a battlefield, the wimpy alliance army watching jealously from the sidelines. So depressed at what they were seeing they would simply turn back with their tail between their legs, while all the female elves were involved in the biggest Orc on Elf orgy ever. The night elves would finally know what a real cock feels like. I was soon woken up from my day dream by the sight of his still fully erect cock. 

Shocked that it was still erect, grabbing my hair forcefully he shoved the green fuck meat into my mouth. "I'm not done with you fuck toy. Clean my cock and get it ready again." he commanded. Hungrily I took his cock into my mouth, cleaning it from all his and my cum, he groaned as I licked the length of his slime covered, cum coated cock, sucking on his hairy green balls, moaning as I engulfed them one at a time into my mouth before going back to sucking on his cock. I looked up at him, smiling wickedly, moaning like a good slave.

He suddenly stopped and quickly turned me on my hands and knees. He placed one of his large hands firmly on my hips. "Beg for it bitch," he commanded, "Beg for my cock like the little bitch in heat you are" He said slapping my ass cheeks with his huge member. My whole body succumbed to the intense pleasure, I obliged, I wiggled my ass back and forth, cooing. 

"Mmmm please Master Trogg. Fuck me, fuck me like the little whore I am" I said as I wiggled my ass some more, feeling his bulbous green head on my ass cheeks. "I am your little fuck toy to fuck whenever you wish master" I said as my pussy felt emptier. 

The towering Orc let out a loud cackle, "Good slave, cuze I plan on fucking your pussy every day" he said, now rubbing the tip of his cock on my asshole, I bit on a nearby pillow, I never had anal sex before, but my body was doing all the talking and I wanted it, I wanted to feel his slimy giant cock inside my tight ass, feel those warts touch me in all the right places. 

"I've never had it up the ass master," I said with a coy smile, he threw his head back laughing, then placed both hands on my hips firmly so I wouldn't escape. 

"Bite hard then, slave. After I'm done with you, you'll never go back to those wimpy human dicks." he said, I moaned and nodded. After the way he had fucked my pussy raw, I believed him.

Gripping on to the mattress hard, I bit my lip as he started forcing his giant green fuck pole into my tight anal cavity. There was a mix of pain and pleasure as he invaded my ass, the warts felt a little rough, his already slimy cock was starting to lubricate my asshole, making the pain more bearable. But not by much considering how big his mammoth cock was. A subtle pop and his bulbous green head teared through my tight asshole. I let out a long and low drawn out moan as he started inching his cock slowly so as to have my ass get used to the length. He had inched half of his cock inside my ass, then paused for a moment. The pain became less by this point, and the pleasure started to take over again. He then took his cock all the way out, then violently shoved it back into my ass, quickly picking up pace. Groaning, laughing evilly as he took my tight virgin asshole. 

"Ha Ha Ha! Another victory for the horde!" He yelled triumphantly as my tight ass was contracting and expanding around his cock with each thrust, my asshole had gotten used to his giant green cock and now belonged to him as well. His hairy green balls slapping against my wet pussy. There was no more pain, I was letting out loud guttural groans as his cock spread my tight hole, the warts on his slimy cock again sending even bigger shockwaves through my body, I was loving every minute of it. My breasts were swinging wildly back and forth as he fucked my ass raw. He bent lower and reached for my breasts. Pinching my hard nipples. That did it, and for a second time that night, I threw my head back, screaming in ecstasy as my pussy gushed out torrents of cum, leaking out my thighs and on to the bed. But the Orc wasn't done yet, he continued pummeling my sore ass, slapping my ass cheeks with his big hands, leaving a hand print on my cheeks. He pinned me down on the bed and started slamming my asshole harder, I could feel his slimy green cock swelling inside my ass as it readied itself to cum again. Moaning, my ass muscles spasmed, contracting around his cock. Master Trogg let out another triumphant cry and jet after jet of hot orc cum gushed inside me, breeding my ass with his yellow, creamy seed. 




Orc Masters Ch. 01



After Trogg was done, he pulled out his cock out of my sore asshole, slapped it a couple of times. Without needing him to tell me, I eagerly turned around, knelt in front of the towering beast and took his cock into my wanting mouth, cleaning it again of all the cum, the musky scent of his cock now became intoxicating. "Good slave." he said with a wicked smile, I looked up at him smiling as I engulfed his cock into my slutty mouth. He then turned towards the tent's entrance, where the other four Orcs stood, their loin cloths damp from cum, for all I know, they had probably been watching the whole thing. But I didn't care, in fact, it excited me more knowing that I had an audience. "Don't worry boys," Master Trogg said in a guttural tone, "You'll have your turns with her tomorrow." he said grinning. My pussy got wet instantly again just thinking about having four green Orc cocks in all my holes. "Then" He added, "We'll let the whole army have their way with her" he grinned. My heart was racing, my body getting hot again. I was going to be offered to the army of Orcs as a fuck toy, and I was getting incredibly turned on at the thought. I was looking forward to the next couple of days, and the rest of my life as a member of the Horde, and best of all, I had the best job too, no longer would I have to risk my life in battle, but instead, I would stay behind to please the army and raise their morale and boy was I ever looking forward to it. 

That night I had been given a tattered throw pillow next to the master's bed, I was to sleep as his pet. I didn't get to sleep much that night as the master didn't have his fill of my pussy and ass. He had greater stamina than any other race I had fucked before. We literally fucked through out the whole night, taking turns fucking my pussy, then my ass, and filling both my holes with his creamy seed, he bellowed loudly and triumphantly through the night, he had a willing fuck slave, and he wanted to let everyone know, so they were warned. The only time we went to sleep was when the sun was starting to come out. I was really looking forward to many MANY nights like this one, and better. Master Trogg was right, now that I had had a real cock, I didn't want to go back to the alliance and to their wimpy dicks. 

To be continued...



Orc Masters Ch. 02



DISCLAIMER:

The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of "Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.

*

"Mmm..." The Orc general, Trogg groaned in pleasure as his new Night Elf Sex slave, Yunie engulfed his giant member. He sat on his throne, grabbed her emerald green hair and forcefully shoved his cock deeper into her aching mouth. The night elf hummed in pleasure, kneeled in front of the towering beast. Stroking his giant member with both hands while engulfing his bulbous head in her mouth, flicking the green mushroom head with her tongue, absorbing the Orc's musky scent of sex. Her own pussy getting wet, quivering in anticipation. She knelt in front of the Orc wearing only her torn red thong from the night before. 

Suddenly he stopped the night elf, "No more slave," he commanded. She reluctantly stopped sucking on his cock, pouting, "You will need your energy for tonight." He grinned wickedly, bearing sharp teeth. With that she grinned wickedly knowing exactly what he meant. "I will be meeting with the other four generals to go over the plans for the next battle, and you will be the entertainment." He said with a broad, beastly grin. He grabbed and tossed a sheer, see through belly dancing outfit with the horde's emblem embroidered in gold. "Put this on slave, and grab some sex oil, as you will be needing it a lot tonight." He grinned wickedly, "Oh, and toss that thong away, you won't be needing it anymore slut" He said licking his lips. Her whole body shivered, her pussy quivering in anticipation. She quickly hurried to get ready for tonight's events.

The Orc general arrived at the designated tent to meet the generals that were with him the night before. Yunie stayed outside the tent as she was not to be allowed inside until her master tells her to. She could see through a crack in the tent, the five orcs talking over a map of Azeroth, talking about strategies, they also laughed as they shared stories of the night before, about the night elf slut that now belonged to general Trogg. The Orc general mumbled something to the other ugly looking Orcs, then they all smiled crookedly, exposing their rotten sharp teeth, then they laughed heartily. Trogg then turned towards me grinning and snapped his fingers, beckoning me to come. I nervously walked in the room, wearing a thick fur over my body to cover the sexy dress underneath. "Here is the entertainment boys" Trogg said with a grin as he started to walk out the tent, "as promised, she will be your slut for the night" He gave a crooked grin and left the tent. "They will be your masters tonight slut" He said as he disappeared through the tent. I turned to face the four Orcs ogling my body.

"Dance for us slave... dance for us like you danced last night " one of them said, his name was Krock, he was the uglies of the four, a scarred and rugged face, a flat broad nose and a flat bald head, he had a toothy crooked smile, he was the heaviest and biggest of the four too, he seemed to wheeze, as if trying to catch his breath when he spoke, his mouth also drooled his slimy green saliva. He also looked very unkempt, wearing simple tattered leather clothes, just like the other three, a musky scent started to fill the room. I stood there hypnotized for a moment, my body shuddered, I was to be fucked by all four of these hideous beasts, and my body was aching for it. "Hey!" He yelled bringing me back from my dream world, "I said dance for us bitch!" He screamed.

Jolting out of my dream, I looked at the Orcs, already I could see their bulges exposed under their loincloths, my pussy started to get wet again. Obediently I removed the furs and threw them to the side, exposing my sexy sheer belly dancing outfit, I was still wearing my "Sex Slave" collar around my neck, and I was also wearing sexy red high heel shoes, my body was glistening from the sex oil I had poured all over my body earlier. The Orcs hoot and hollered, I obediently started dancing for the four Orcs. Swaying my hips back and forth seductively, the four Orcs, pleased, they sat down and enjoyed the show, they lifted their loincloths, exposing their giant, slimy green cocks, they licked their lower lips, slobbering their mouths with green slimy spit as they stroked their cocks, obviously enjoying the show. Panting, I kept dancing for the Orc men, I walked toward them and undulated my hips in front of them seductively, they sniffed and inhaled the scent of my sex, they could see the thin green triangle of my trimmed pussy, my thighs glistening with my wet juices. The Orc's threw their heads back in laughter. "Boys! Trogg was right!... she is a real slut for Orc cock, just look at how wet her pussy is."

My cheeks flushed as the Orc's sniffed my wet pussy. "I bet you love Orc cocks more than those wimpy human dicks don't you slut?" They laughed. Keeping focused I kept dancing in front of the ugly beasts. I walked towards the ugliest, Krock, undulating my hips seductively close to his face as I danced, then I turned my back towards him, shaking my tight, round ass in his face. He licked his lower lips wickedly, "Hey boss! I think the slutty she elf likes you" the other three Orc's laughed loudly. He grinned crookedly, "I think she does boys," he said, "you love filthy Orc's don't you elf? That's the only reason you came to us last night and fucked Trogg isn't it?" Krock asked, my face flushed as I continued shaking my ass in front of the Orcs. 

"Mmm... yes master Krock, I love filthy Orc cock, all the alliance have are wimpy needle dicks, Orcs are the ones that have the biggest cock's of all." I replied. The orc's laughed louder, they were going to enjoy this new fuck toy and were looking forward to many nights of using my body. 

Krock rummaged through a nearby basket on the floor next to his chair and tossed over a small bottle of a goopy substance. "It's lube slave, pour some over your ass and pussy." Krock grinned. I was taken a little aback, 

"But masters... I'm already covered in oil." I cooed. 

The Orc's looked at each other laughing loudly, "Believe us she elf, when we're done with you, you're gonna be glad you used it... now don't question us and pour that lube over your pussy and ass slave!" he barked. 

Regaining my composure I walk away from the Orcs, still dancing seductively, swaying my hips back and forth. Climbing on top of the war table, tossing to the floor the little soldier figures that were laying on the map on top of the table. The Orcs looking intently at what I was going to do next. I looked at them giggling, a wicked grin on my face as I spread my long thighs, tossing the long gypsy skirt to the side, exposing my already wet cunt to the already horny Orcs. Pouring a big glob of the lubricant, I fingered my pussy, spreading the lubricant all over my hole, unable to control myself I let out low moans of pleasure as I spread the goopy substance over my pussy, getting it ready for the Orcs. Remembering what Krock said, I stopped, poured some more lube and started working it on my tight asshole as well. I was thinking of working two or three fingers into my ass to make sure I would be loose enough to take in Krock's big cock, but he stopped me before I could do anything. "That's enough slave!" ordered Krock, "We want to make sure your holes are still really tight for us." He said grinning, "Boys, lets show this slutty she elf what a real cock feels like!" the four Orcs stood from their chairs and headed towards me. All their giant green cocks fully erect, but the one I couldn't get my eyes off was Krock's it was bigger, thicker and just like him, it was unkempt and it had a musky smell to it. I was looking forward to being fucked by all these Orc men.

The four Orcs surrounded the table where I lay, two of them pinned my hands down to the table top, while another, whose name was Oorg stood above my head with a crooked grin, he was the second ugliest of them all, his face full of warts, he wore an eye patch to cover the one eye he lost in battle. He stared at me intently, then lifted his loin cloth revealing his big green cock, standing tall at 13 inches and 3 inches wide. My mouth watered at the sight of his big member. As if reading my mind, he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock into my waiting mouth. Looking down I saw Krock lifting my slender thighs apart, he grinned wickedly. "This slutty she-elf is all wet and ready for us boys" he said. Then dove into my wet cunt. I moaned loudly on to Oorg's cock as I felt Krock's rough tongue licking at my pussy. The bumps on his tongue sending shivers as he licked my clit.

Oorg was now groaning as I bobbed my head up and down on his slimy green cock, humming and moaning as Krock ate my hungry pussy, leaving slime trails all over it. I could see the other two Orcs that were pinning me down were getting very anxious. Having been let loose of their grip on my hands, I reached under their loin cloths and pulled out their cocks, stroking them up and down with my hands. All four of them laughed heartily at the sight. "This she-elf slave sure knows how to multi task." Said Oorg, bucking his hips, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. Krock now worked his way down from my wet pussy down to my asshole, again making my whole body shudder in pleasure as I felt the bumps on his slimy tongue reach places no other tongue had reached.

"Oh My GAWD!" I screamed in pleasure. My body thrashing over the table. The Orcs laughed after seeing my reaction.

"We're gonna have fun with this little slave," Said Oorg as he shoved his slimy green fuck meat back into my mouth. "We're gonna fuck your brains out till dawn slave" he promised. Oorg then popped his cock out of my mouth, then sat down at a nearby cushion chair, he started stroking his giant green member and signaled the other two Orcs, they let go of my arms and Krock stopped licking my pussy. Oorg then signaled to me. "Come here slut, and get a real cock" he said. 

My whole body shuddered as I walked towards him, my pussy quivered in anticipation. I straddled the vicious Orc's hips. I lowered myself onto his giant member, Oorg turned my body to face the other three Orcs so they could get a good view of my pussy as it was invaded by his giant fuck meat. I threw my head back moaning as his cock inched its way into my tight pussy. "Shit!" The Orc bellowed, "This bitch is tight!" He was right, even with the lube and the sex oil, my pussy was still tight around his cock, I groaned and moaned as he grabbed my hips and started picking up his pace. The room getting filled with the scent of sex as the giant green member sloshed in and out of my wet cunt. The warts on his cock sending shivers all over my body. I was looking at the other three Orc's with a wicked grin, spreading my legs wider to give them a good view of my pussy as I bounced up and down on Oorg's cock.

"Mmm... Fuck I Love Orc Cock!" I bellowed in ecstasy. The four Orcs laughed, Krock walked in between my legs.

"Maybe we should make her a breeder... what do you boys think?" Krock said, all four agreed, I looked at them confused. "That's right bitch," Krock said running his hands over my flushed face. "Breeders are women that we use strictly for breeding so we can have bigger armies." Krock explained, "What do you say slave? How would you like to breed the next Orc Army?" He asked, his foul breath near me. I couldn't take it though, the thought of being pregnant with an Orc, something so incredibly taboo excited me. I simply looked at him with a wicked grin and sucked on his finger, moaning.

"Mmm yes master Krock, I'd love to be a breeder for the Orc army, it'll be an honor to breed your strong Orc babies." I said. The four Orcs laughed victoriously. Breeders were strictly between Horde women, but now they had gained a big victory against the alliance, they had a willing fuck slave, a breeder from the alliance. 

"Boys... I think we should give the slutty she elf what she wants." The other three agreed, Oorg pounded my pussy harder. Oorg then plopped his cock out of my hungry pussy. "Mmm... I'll take her tight ass now" Oorg said, and aimed his giant fuck meat at my tight ass. Krock grabbed my legs and spread them wide, aiming his cock at my pussy.

"Mmm... and I'll take this slutty pussy of yours" Krock said, and with a grunt, he grabbed my long and slender legs and thrust his hips into my aching sore pussy, I let out a loud scream of pleasure that could be heard across the encampment. Throwing my head back in pleasure, I had never felt so full. The Orcs groaned as they thrust their mammoth sized cocks into my pussy and ass. My body thrashing uncontrollably, under their weight. Krock reached with one hand and ripped the top half of my gypsy suit, freeing my heaving breasts, then ripped the lower half, throwing away the now tattered cloth to the ground. "You won't be needing that bitch," he said, "It will only get in the way of us breeding you" He laughed.

Both Orcs picked up their pace, thrusting their cocks in and out my tight holes, my whole body shuddered underneath them, the warts on their cocks sent shivers all over my body as they touched all the nerve endings inside me. With a loud bellow, they pounded my cunt and asshole and hot creamy Orc cum started flooding inside my ass and my womb. I threw my head back in pleasure, screaming as my own cum started gushing out of my cunt and down my thighs. The two Orcs high fived each other. "That's it bitch," said Krock in a guttural tone as more of his cum flooded my womb. "We're going to fuck your she-elf cunt until we get your pregnant with our Orc seed." He promised. The ecstasy was so overwhelming I simply laid there sandwiched in between the two Orcs, cooing, moaning, nodding in agreement. 

"Mmm... yes master Krock" I replied, "Anything for the horde."

Both Orcs grinned triumphantly, then popped their cocks out of my sore pussy and ass, signaling the other two Orcs, it was their turn right now to breed my hungry pussy. Oorg reached inside a nearby basket and pulled out another dog tag and attached it next to the other dog tag in my slave collar, this one read "Breeder" he grinned wickedly. "Get ready she-elf" he said, "Now that you're the Horde's breeder, we're going to take turns fucking you all night until you get pregnant." He said, "I bet that's what you wanted all along didn't you slave?" he grinned.

"Ooom yes master." I replied as the other two Orcs sank their cocks into my gaping and used pussy and ass. "As long as I get more Orc cock, I don't care, I will be the horde's breeder" I said moaning.

"Good" replied Oorg, "Because even when you become pregnant, you will still have to fuck the troops to raise their morale" he said with a wickedl smile. My body shuddered, my heart raced at the thought, a pregnant Night elf being fucked by a whole army of Orcs. 

That night, just like the night before with general Trogg, the Orcs had their way with my body, fucked all my holes until the morning, my pussy was overflowing from yellow-ish Orc cum, as they were trying to make sure that I held to my promise of becoming the horde's new breeder. After general Trogg heard the news, he agreed, and I was moved into a tent of my own, breeders had to be ready to be taken at any moment by any member of the army. Trogg couldn't be bothered with having a whole troop of Orcs coming into his tent asking for the night elf breeder. He still came to my tent often though. Life as a breeder was everything I expected it to be. My own tent, food, and I always had willing Orcs come in to take my body. I wasn't limited to Orcs though, Taurens, Trolls, and even members of the undead army had come in to my tent, and I was willing to serve them. Krock had kept to his word, even after I was pregnant with Orc, I was still visited, in fact, I was visited more often when I became pregnant. But I will leave that story for another time. 

To Be Continued...



Orc Masters Ch. 03



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The air was warm and humid, a slight breeze passed through the Arathi Plains. Two armies stood at opposite ends. The Horde, and the alliance. The alliance army was comprised of members from the race of men and night elves, the majority men from both races, but a good number of them were women too. At the opposite end, the horde army comprised of members from all the dark races. Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and undead. All the fighters were men except for a few orc and troll women who were also fighters. Among them was also the horde's newest breeder Yunie. Her stomach swollen as she was now carrying inside her a future Orc warrior. She wore a sheer see through dress with a gold stitch trim, the horde's symbol stitched in front. She wore her slave collar as well, the tags "Sex Slave" and "Breeder" attached to them. She also decided to tattoo "Horde Slut" above her now shaved pink pussy, to let all who saw her know who she belonged to. She knew she would be scorned for life from the alliance, but she didn't care anymore, to her, the men from the alliance were all wimps anyway. After all the pleasure she had received from the horde races, she could never go back to those wimps in the alliance.

It had already been a year, and Yunie had been taken many times already by the vicious Orc men. Her purpose as a breeder was simply that, she would be taken as many times as it took to get her pregnant. She was to be both sex slave and breeder of future Orc warriors. She didn't care though, she loved every minute of it. She was not restricted to just Orcs though, she had already been taken many times by Trolls, as well as Tauren, and even undead. While at first she thought it to be pretty disgusting, the pleasure that followed by being raped in all her holes by four undead warriors made her change her mind. In fact, she secretly loved it as much as she loved Orcs and Taurens. 

When Yunie was not busy serving the horde men and women at her new home in the swamplands, she was usually taken to the battle grounds and placed inside a tent, her purpose, just like that of all breeders, to "raise" troop morale before, during and after battle. Today was going to be no exception, and she licked her lips, letting out a low moan just thinking of what would be done to her pregnant body today. The air was hot and it seemed like the battle would be a long one, which meant that the horde members would need their morale "raised" quite often.

Leading the horde army in this raid was general Trogg, Yunie's first Orc cock. He looked with sharp eyes at the opposing army, grinned wickedly, bearing his sharp teeth. Yunie stood next to him. "Mmm... many human women and night elf women." He said licking his lower lips, chuckling to himself, then stared down at Yunie, ran his thick green fingers over Yunie's collar. "Today we will take your female friends and make them our slaves." He promised, a wicked smile spread across his face, Yunie looked up at him, she giggled wickedly, her pussy starting to get wet at the thought. He had said before that perhaps the horde should spare all the night elf women from Azeroth and make them the horde's slaves, but she didn't know if he was serious. Trogg then placed his hand over her swollen pregnant belly, "Then we will make them ours by turning them into breeders, just like you" the nearby Orc warriors that heard him grinned, chuckled and high fived each other. Trogg then turned and faced the rest of the army. "Kill all the men!" he shouted, "Kill them all, but spare the women," he said, the army listening intently, "Today we will capture them and make them our slaves!" He said with a loud cackle, the army followed with a cheer and a cackle of their own. "When we're done with them, they're gonna beg to be our breeders and leave those wimps behind!" he promised, "For the Horde!" he cheered, the army cheering back. Already Trogg could see the men in the alliance starting to cower and get nervous, the human and night elf women on the other hand, while more resolute in fighting the horde, a tinge of fear could be found as their bodies shivered slightly.

"Go to your tent elf slave" Trogg looked at Yunie, then grinned wickedly, "Don't forget that you're here to raise our troop morale" he joked, "Breeder's must stay in a safe place, besides there will be plenty of men who will join you later, I've even arranged for three generals of the undead army to see you." Trogg said with a wicked grin, Yunie's cheeks flushed. "When they're done, I'll come in and take that pregnant slutty body of yours too" he said with a grin. Yunie couldn't contain herself, her whole body shivered and got hotter at what was to transpire, she quickly hurried to the Breeder's tent for her meeting.

Coming in to the breeder's tent, there were tons of throw pillows on the ground, there was no need for anything else as breeder's knew what they were there to do. A musky scent covered the tent, and in the center of the tent stood the three undead corpses, generals of the undead army, she stood there paralyzed for a moment as three pairs of glowing eyes looked at the pregnant breeder, a crooked smile spread through their faces. They were dressed in rust covered armor, beaten from years of use. While their facial features were not completely missing, and there was still some resemblance to a human face, some of their limbs were nothing but bone stuck together to their rotting flesh which was still holding together due to whatever arcane magic brought them to life. While there was still a lingering scent of rotten flesh in the air, the scent of sex was soon overwhelming Yunie. She didn't care as long as they were members of the horde, and even if she did, she would have no choice in the matter. Being a breeder meant she would also have to please all members of the horde army, including the undead. 

The first time she was taken by a group of undead, she was first paralyzed, this was natural and happened whenever someone other than trained horde members stared into their glowing eyes. The paralysis was only temporary of course, and she did eventually come to her senses at about the time they were undressing her. Back then she did feel very disgusted by the act, and Yunie remembered that even now. But she also remembered the intense pleasure brought on by the whole scene. Now she was about to repeat the scene, and though she was swollen with Orc child, the whole scene just made her hotter.

The three undead generals approached the still paralyzed pregnant night elf, their bones making cracking and popping sounds as they walked towards her. "Looks like she's paralyzed," grinned one of the undead generals, his name was Eexsar. "She may be a horde member, but she still can't escape our eyes" Eexsar said with a vicious grin, licking his lower jaw. The other three cackled in response. "Mmm... and pregnant with child I see" Eexsar said with a hiss in his tone, "I'll make ya a bet it's probably Trogg's, or Krock's" he said cackling. "Not that it would matter, breeders only have two purposes, to please and to breed armies." they all joined in a hideous penetrating cackle.

While Yunie was still paralyzed, she could still understand everything they were saying, her pussy was starting to flex involuntarily, and her wetness was soon seeping out. The whole scene had intoxicated her. Now that they had surrounded her, she could feel the bony hands start to caress and rub her body. After a moment, she started gaining control of her body again and she let out a low moan as fleshy and bony hands squeezed her supple breasts. The three walking corpses simply cackled and with a strong yank Eexsar ripped and tore her see through dress, leaving her naked exposed body to them. "You may need clothes outside elf slut, but inside this tent clothes will only interfere" he said with an evil grin. All three corpses licked their lips.

Regaining my senses, I stared at the three undead corpses, as they licked their lips. I returned the gesture and licked my lips seductively too, cooing and moaning. Taking notice of the bulges in their leather pants, I grinned wickedly and knelt on the floor and reached inside for their hard fleshy cocks. "Mmm..." I cooed, "looks like you boys need to let go of some stress" I said with emphasis, grinning as I started stroking their green-blue rotting members. I stared up at them with wicked smile as I engulfed Eexsar's cock into my mouth, all three corpses stared down at me groaning as I moaned and pleasured their members. 

"Mmm... now I can see why you decided to put that tattoo above your cunt," said Eexsar, "You really are a Horde Slut!" He said grinning, quoting the phrase I tattooed above my shaved pussy. The other three joined in laughter as he grabbed the back of my head and bucked his hips deeper into my mouth, sinking more of his cock down my throat to where I could feel his hairy balls resting against my chin. "Don't think you'll be done soon either," he continued, "I know there are some Tauren generals that want that pussy of yours" he smiled wickedly. "Trogg will probably be too busy 'converting' those elf and human slut friends of yours in the field anyway to find time to come here" he promised with an evil grin. 

"Mmm... I'll do anything for the horde." I promised, plopping Eexsars cock out of my mouth, "take my body however you please master, and if the Tauren want to take my body, I will serve them too." I cooed with a promise, then engulfed another undead generals cock into my hungry mouth, purring.

"Good," the three undead corpses laughed, "Once we're done with you slave, you won't be able to move for days." With that said, Eexsar grabbed Yunie and tossed her towards the nearby throw pillows. Gently landing on the pillows strewn about the floors, she looked at them with a lustful look, licking her lips, she knew what was next, and she started teasing the corpses by caressing her breasts with one hand, splaying her legs wide, and rubbing her hungry wet pussy with the other. The three undead walked towards her, cackling, removing their armor, exposing their naked bodies, at least, what was left of their naked bodies. Their skin tinged a blue-green color, their bones exposed from their fleshy attachments. Their cocks stood tall at a near 12 to 13 inches, while not as big as Orcs or Tauren, they were definitely bigger than any alliance dick Yunie ever had. They eagerly stroked their cocks as they approached their victim.

"Mmm... come here boys" I said with a lustful tone in my voice. "Come here and fuck my pregnant pussy with your big fleshy cocks" I cooed as I fingered my pussy faster. The three pair of glowing eyes staring at me intently, grinning and licking their lips. My eyes looking intently at their big cocks, the rotting fleshy members swaying back and forth as they approached my naked body.

"Ooh, we'll be fucking all of your holes you elf slut, not just your pussy." Said Veekar, Eexsar's second general in command. With a piercing cackle, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his slimy, fleshy cock into my hungry mouth. I hummed and cooed as I took more and more of his cock down my throat, looking up at the disgusting beast with a wicked smile. "Oomm... she's a real horde slut Eexsar, just look at how she eagerly takes my cock in her mouth" he laughed, Eexsar nodded in agreement as he took my legs and turned me over on my side, exposing my wet pussy.

"Guess the boys who had you last time were right," Eexsar said kneeling down, his breath near my pussy. "looks like you're going to be a really good fuck, better than any of the other horde breeders." he said, then diving his mouth into my wet cunt, piercing my pussy lips with his rough tongue, or whatever was left of it for that matter. The room was soon overwhelmed with the musky scent of the undead and sex, I quickly started stroking the other two cocks at my sides. The whole scene overwhelmed my whole body, shuddering, my pussy quivering in anticipation as Eexsar ran his rough tongue all over my pussy and ass. The only thing that could be heard from the outside of the tent were the muffled moans from my hungry mouth as I continued licking and sucking the length of Veekar's fleshy cock, and the loud cackles of the three undead generals as I pleased all of them at the same time.

In the meanwhile, outside could be heard loud crashes and explosions, clashing of swords, the voices of the horde army were loud and triumphant, were as the voices of the alliance army was slowly dwindling down. "Looks like Trogg won't be needing our help after all," joked Eexsar as he slowly started inserting two bony fingers into my wet cunt, the walls slowly spasming, closing and expanding as he moved his fingers in and out of me. The rough bony surface sending quakes all over my body as they touched my spot like nothing else had before. "Once Trogg is done with the alliance men, we'll let you join your alliance friends, as we take them as our own sex slaves." He hissed in my ear, my cheeks flushed red, moaning uncontrollably. The thought of it was overwhelming. A whole army of horde members having their way with night elf and human women in the battle field, being coerced into being the horde's new breeders. Unable to control myself, I let out a loud moan, bobbing my head up and down Veekar's cock harder and faster, my cum starting to flood out of my pussy and into Eexsar's bony fingers, then down to the floor. The three undead corpses cackled loudly as they saw my cum gushing out and my body shuddering in pleasure.

"Looks like this little elf slut likes the idea!" exclaimed Eexsar. Then laid on the ground, pulling my heavy pregnant body above his slime covered cock, holding me up above his hips, my legs sprawled to the sides. "Just look at how much she came" he hissed, the three grinned. "Now we're gonna give you what we REALLY came for elf breeder" he said grinning as he started lowering my pregnant body down on his cock, the fleshy bulbous head piercing my pussy walls. I let out a long drawn out moan as his hard rotting cock inched its way into my hungry cunt, the wall muscles accommodating his big member invitingly. He let out a loud triumphant groan as he impaled me on to his fleshy member. The other two cheered him on, then surrounded me again, caressing my naked body while I took their cocks into my mouth one at a time, moaning in pleasure as Eexsar bounced my body up and down on his cock with tremendous strength. Veekar and the other undead general whom they simply called "Snake" each engulfed one of my heavy breasts in their mouths, running their rough leathery tongues all over my breasts and nipples, they were moaning and groaning as I took their cocks in my mouth.

Snake was the ugliest of the three, not that any of them were attractive really, but at least Veekar and Eexsar's faces were still somewhat intact, very little of their jaws had been eaten over time and little of their facial skeletal structure could be seen. Snake on the other hand, had a face beaten severely by both time and battle. He no longer had any hair on his scalp unlike the other two, and his slacked jaw was now nothing more than bone attached to thin flimsy muscles on his upper lips. However, his long, thick fleshy cock more than made up for his ugliness.

"God your pussy is so tight bitch!" exclaimed Eexsar as he continued pummeling my pussy raw. Then reached and snaked his tongue out, licking my neck and sensitive ears. The sensations where overwhelming my body, shuddering, my pussy was spasming uncontrollably. Moaning uncontrollably, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and started bouncing my heavy body harder and faster on the slimy fleshy rod, contracting and expanding my pussy walls as his member invaded my already raw pink pussy. "Fuck!" exclaimed Eexsar and held on to my hips tighter and pounded my slutty pussy harder, then he threw his head back and let out a loud triumphant groan, I then felt torrents of his cum started flowing into my cunt. The sensation made my whole body shudder uncontrollably falling on my side to the ground, panting and moaning, trickles of his cum, or whatever was left of it leaked out on to the ground. 

When I came to, I was still laid on my side, Exsar had pulled out his slimy cock out of my hungry pussy and stood up, staring with a wicked grin, "Damn you're a good fuck breeder," he said with a hiss, "but now I have to go, don't worry Veekar and Snake will take care of your remaining hole" a smile spread across his face reminding what they had mentioned earlier. They had said they would use all my holes and he planned on keeping to his word. With a mischievous cackle, Eexsar dressed and left to the battlements, leaving me sprawled on the pillows on my side. I was still a little groggy from the last event, and I couldn't focus very well, but then my senses came back fully when I felt a fleshy hand reaching for my thighs. When I looked behind my back towards the direction the hand was coming from, and saw Veekar already placing himself behind me, lifting my long slender thighs as high as possible. He then started rubbing his cock head at the entrance of my quivering anal cavity. The only thing I could do was coo and moan as I felt his bulbous slimy head over my tight opening, Veekar grinned wickedly.

" Don't forget Snake, Elf slut." he said. I quickly snapped my head back and, there laid in front of me was snake. I looked in horror as he stared at me again with his glowing eyes, a frown was drawn on his face. His lower jaw was now missing! I looked down on the floor in horror, and there it stood on the ground, covered in spit and slime. The skeletal jaw must had fallen after my body had thrashed, turned and fallen on the ground. It probably detached itself from its flimsy muscles during the time he was sucking on my breasts. Now all that remained was his upper jaw and another flimsy muscle hanging which I could only assume was his tongue. Veekar laughed loudly, "Surprised elf? Now you'll have to appease him" he grinned, "Ever felt two cocks up your ass slave?" he cackled.

My eyes widened, I could only stare in shock, "two?" I thought to myself, I may have had many horde members take me anally, but never two at the same time. Before I could even protest, thinking of how painful the experience was going to be, I felt Veekar's fleshy member invade my tight asshole, my only response was a loud scream of pain.

"Shut her up snake" Veekar ordered the other undead corpse, "the only thing I want to hear are your moans of pleasure elf breeder." he hissed in my ear as he pushed more and more of his cock in my ass. Before I could make any reaction, I suddenly felt a slimy muscle inside my throat. I opened my eyes and saw snake forcefully piercing my throat with his tongue, muffling my screams as what was left of his mouth encompassed mine. This wasn't a kiss, a kiss is done by two people who care about each other. This was more primal, and its purpose, as Veekar had said, was to shut me up as I knew that what I was to receive would be very painful. After my ass got accustomed to Veekar's cock invading my anal cavity, I started moaning in pleasure and accepting Snake's tongue snaking in and out of my mouth. Veekar saw this and laughed. "Looks like she's starting to like you snake. Or is it that you like having a big cock in your ass, slut?" he asked with a grin spread across his face. I could only reply with a muffled moan of pleasure.




Orc Masters Ch. 03



"Oomm... yes master Veekar, I love having your cock in my tight ass" I cooed, "and I'd love to have two cocks inside me at the same time too" I replied. The pleasure was too overwhelming and I couldn't control myself. I knew it was going to be very painful, but my body was doing all the talking now. Veekar laughed triumphantly.

"That's a good horde slut." he grinned, "don't worry elf breeder, once you get used to our cocks, you'll end up screaming in pleasure." he promised. Then lifted my thighs as wide as he could to give Snake an opening to my tight ass. Snake adjusted himself as well, and before I knew it, he engulfed my mouth again with his hanging tongue. Then positioned his big cock head at my already filled ass. They knew I would scream in pain at first, I knew it too, and as Veekar said earlier, the only moans he wanted to hear were those of pleasure.

Snake grabbed my wide hips firlmy, and started slowly inching his cock inside my ass, right next to Veekar's. A loud pop could be heard as he tore through my tight asshole. My screams of pain were muffled by Snake's mouth, or half-mouth for that matter. Veekar on the other hand was groaning in pleasure as the pressure inside my anal muscles built. Snake too, while missing his lower jaw, was also moaning, at least I believe they were moans, the tightness building inside my anal cavity wasn't allowing me to really think about these things. Slowly as he inched his slimy cock into my tight ass, I started relaxing my muscles more, it didn't reduce the pain by much, but soon I could feel my muscles starting to adjust to their cocks. Soon I felt his and Veekar's balls now resting on my ass cheeks. I simply let out a long drawn out, muffled moan as Snake's tongue continued invading my mouth. Veekar let out a triumphant loud cackle and they high fived each other. They had succeeded in sinking both their cocks fully into my ass now.

"You're a special one aren't you?" Veekar asked, "You must really love Horde cock because you're the only breeder so far that has taken both our cocks in your ass." he laughed in triumph. Then signaled Snake to stop covering my mouth, Veekar then hissed into my sensitive ears "Now the only thing you will feel is sheer ecstasy slut, undead style!" to which I could only coo and moan. The pressure of both cocks in my ass was too much to allow me to make any discernible comments. It was very painful, but at least now my muscles were adjusting to their cocks, and the whole scene was only turning me on even more. Me, a pregnant night elf being sandwiched between two undead generals, and both of them sharing the same hole. This scene may have been disgusting to any regular alliance member, but I was no longer a member of the alliance, I was a rogue, a pirate, and the horde's new breeder and I was loving every minute of it. Loving that I was finally being taken by real "Men" not those wimpy needle dicks from the alliance. 

Once my muscles had started adjusting, Veekar grabbed a hold of my hips firmly so I wouldn't squirm, while Snake grabbed a hold of my thighs and lifted them as high as he could, adjusting my body in the best position for them to thrust their cocks deep. "We're going to give you so much pleasure you're going to want to beg us to fuck you again, elf bitch!" Veekar hissed in my ear, then started slowly thrusting his cock in and out of my tight ass, Snake soon followed. At first the pain was unbearable, but I bit my lips to make sure not to scream in pain. Snake engulfed one of my heavy breasts into what was left of his mouth, while Veekar grabbed my hips firmly, making sure I wouldn't squirm and push their cocks out of my stretched asshole.

The pain was slowly dwindling away as my ass started getting used to their fleshy members, Snake's licking on my breasts also helped distract me from the pain. Rather than trying to push their cocks out, my ass muscles were starting to loosen more, stretching invitingly to them. They high fived each other again, cackling as my pain slowly turned into moans of pleasure. "Mmm..." I let out a low moan, "Oh my GAWD! Your cock's feel sooooo good ." Both undead corpses laughed as they had me pinned in between them, their cocks starting to pick up pace. I gyrated my ass in circles, gently squeezing their cocks, letting out a loud moan. "Oooom Fuuck!" I yelled as the pleasure was slowly starting to overwhelm my body again. Nothing that was happening outside in the battlement mattered anymore, the only thing I cared about was the intense pleasure I was getting from these hideous monsters.

"That's right elf bitch! Beg for it, beg for our cocks to pound your stretched asshole!" Veekar commanded, my body shuddered, and my overstretched asshole was quivering in anticipation. It wanted it, I wanted it.

"Ooom please Master Veekar..." I begged, "Please I want my asshole to be pounded by your big cocks!" I screamed in pleasure. Unable to control my body, I could feel my orgasm building uncontrollably, some of my pre-cum was already seeping out again, and it looked like this next orgasm was going to be bigger than any other previously.

Without hesitation, Veekar simply grinned, grabbed my hips firmly again and started thrusting his cock into my stretched ass at a faster pace. Snake took his queue and also started thrusting his cock into my hungry asshole faster. There was still a lot of pain, but the pleasure far outweighed it. My moans were those of sheer ecstasy, grabbing a hold of snake and lifting my thighs voluntarily without Snake's help, I started bucking my hips to their thrusts, bouncing up and down on their cocks as they pummeled my stretched asshole raw.

Soon they found a good rhythm, Veekar would thrust his cock into my ass, while Snake would thrust his cock out and then reverse. Their thrusts sending shivers all over my body. Veekar didn't have to hold my hips firm anymore as I was now voluntarily bucking my hips up and down on their cocks. Instead he reached for my breasts and started caressing them and pinching my nipples. Snake on the other hand, I was now willingly engulfing his half-mouth into mine, moaning and groaning as I gyrated my ass uncontrollably on their cocks. "Shit Snake!" Veekar grinned, "Looks like the breeder bitch likes you!" he laughed, then hissed in my ear, "How about it elf breeder? How would you like to have his big slimy cock after I'm done with you? You'd like that wouldn't you?" I moaned uncontrollably.

"Oom yesss" I hissed back, "I'd love to have Snake's cock all to myself!" I moaned greedily. Then engulfed Snake's half mouth inside my willing mouth again, my ass muscles contracting harder on their cocks.

They both laughed and high fived each other, quickening their pace. "I told ya she'd be a real horde slut didn't I?" Veekar said, Snake simply groaned as his tongue snaked inside my mouth. "I told ya she'd beg for more, and now she even wants more after this!" he cackled. "Well then," he hissed in my ear. "Lets give the breeder what she wants" he said with an evil grin. He then grabbed my hips again and they both started pummeling my stretched asshole harder and faster. I was unable to voluntarily buck my hips up and down on their cocks anymore since, I couldn't keep up with them as they kept pistoning my asshole. Already red slap marks could be seen on my ass cheeks and my moans became guttural bestial groans of pleasure. My breasts flailing wildly as I bounced up and down their cocks. 

The only discernible thing I could say was to beg them for more, "Oom Fuuck!... Oom Yees! Yees! Fuck me! Harder!... Fuck my slutty night elf pussy!" The two undead corpses cackled and high fived each other, never had they had this much fun with the other horde breeders. The undead didn't have any breeders. While they had functioning parts, undead could never procreate, besides, undead men and women were more useful in battle than as breeders. The troll and Orc breeders, while willing to service men, they were too proud to do anything like this and were usually not punished for this since, they were considered close kin. The Tauren were so proud they wouldn't even subject their women to be breeders. But this night elf loved it and did it willingly. They needed no further encouragement and continued pummeling her already over stretched and sore asshole. Yunie could already feel their big fleshy cocks start to swell. And she was at the verge of her orgasm too. 

"Mmm Fuck yes!" I begged the two undead corpses, "Fuck me! Breed me with your cum!" The two needed no further encouragement, and with five hard pistoning blows, the two undead generals let out a loud triumphant groan of pleasure as torrent after torrent of cum gushed inside my asshole. The sensation was too much. Throwing my head back another scream of pleasure joined the other two and torrents of cum started flooding out of my pussy and down my thighs. After it all subsided, the three of us collapsed on the floor, trying to catch our breathes. Then my eyes closed and all was dark for a moment. 

When I came too, the two undead were getting ready again to move out, my naked pregnant body sprawled on the floor. I remembered what I had said earlier, my body may had been used severely, but I couldn't help it, I wanted more, so I quickly tried to regain my composure and keep my word. Just as they were about to walk out the tent, I quickly got myself on my hands and knees, spreading my legs wide, cum leaking from my sore pink pussy and ass. I then rubbed and smacked my round ass a couple of times, catching their attention. Both undead corpses turned around, an evil grin spread across Veekar's face. "What's the matter boys?" I said with a lustful tone, looking at them over my shoulder as they looked at my pregnant naked body, offering myself like a bitch in heat. "I thought Snake was going to stay behind and give me more of his big slimy cock!" I said licking my lips seductively. "You DO plan on keeping your word don't you?" I said giggling seductively, running my hands over my used raw asshole.

"Of course he will!" grinned Veekar pushing his friend forward, the mouthless corpse looking back at him. "Don't worry Snake, I'm sure the battle is almost done, if the Tauren's or Trogg come this way, I'll let them know not to interrupt" He said with a cackle then walked out of the tent. Snake looked out as his friend left the tent.

"Now come here big boy," I cooed, calling the undead corpse that had given me so much pleasure. Rubbing and slapping my ass cheeks teasingly. "Come here and take my slutty pregnant body." With that, the corpse let out a groan out of his mouthless face, he quickly undressed, grabbing his big cock in his hand, stroking it up and down, then slowly approached my body, eagerly I wiggled my ass from side to side invitingly, welcoming his cock back into my hungry pink pussy and ass.

Veekar who stood nearby only chuckled as he saw the tent violently shaking, the only thing heard were the muffled moans and groans of both his friend and the elf slut. He could also see the shadows of the pregnant night elf being taken in just about any position imaginable. When anyone approached he would ask them to not interrupt as it was obvious the breeder was still busy and quickly covered his back by saying to them "Don't worry, after we're done here, we'll all have more than enough breeders and slaves to make up for." The intruders would then grin wickedly, agree and leave the tent alone. He looked at the battle field and smiled to himself, "It looks like we're almost done with those wimps from the alliance, it looks like the real fun is going to start soon." He chuckled, then headed to meet the rest of the horde army to finish Trogg's first objective, get rid of all the men, and help out with Trogg's second objective, convert all the women into their new sex slaves. "It's going to be a good day." Veekar said with a broad smile on his face, the muffled moans of pleasure still being heard as he walked into the battlefield

To Be Continued... 



Orc Masters Ch. 04



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Orc Invasion Ch.4

	The battle had been won, the horde army gathered at their encampment in the Arathi plains. A giant bonfire had been set in the middle of the camp as the sun was setting. A cool night breeze passed as the army prepared for the events of the evening, events that would further solidify the Horde’s victory over the alliance.

 	Trogg walked from one end of the line to the other, smiling a crooked smile as he examined the captives. He was very satisfied, his army had done  as he had asked. All the men from the alliance were killed and tossed into the river to be dragged by the current. All the women on the other hand, both human and night elf, were captured, their eyes bound and their bodies dragged into a line formation in front of Trogg. Many of the men behind him cheered and hollered as Trogg examined his specimens. While many of the human females were not as tall or well endowed as the night elves, their sexy, curvaceous short stature made them very desirable, especially by some of the hulking Tauren that were eyeing them, licking their lips, a lustful look in their eyes. 

	Vessamoon, the Night Elf Paladin Sergeant who led the female troops to battle with such fierce energy. Now stood in front of the enemy army, bound and unable to see anything. The cool night breeze passing through her braided blue hair, sweat dripped down her well toned, muscular body. Her whole body shivered from fear, not just for her life, but her whole troop’s life. She had found it very odd that the horde had decided to spare the women while they slaughtered the men. The horde would normally leave no survivors, it scared her to think that the only reason for them being spared, is so they could be tortured and killed slowly. 

	Amongst her troop was Vessamoon’s little sister Mina, four years younger than her, Mina had definitely inherited the same curvaceous body as her older sister, while her breasts were not as big as her older sister’s, they did often make men turn their heads for a second look. They may have been sisters, however, they were complete opposites of each other. While Vessamoon, or Vessa as Mina would call her older sister, was strict and tried to remain in shape. Mina was more loose. Rather than braiding her blue hair like her sister, she preferred a sexy pony tail. She would also rather spend time with her friends at a nearby hot spring rather than train as strictly as her older sister. Vessa’s life was that of preparing for war. Mina on the other hand, would rather spend time with friends.

	Next to Vessamoon stood the second in command and Vessa‘s best  friend, Elia, another paladin with a voluptuous red hair, held together into a bun. She had penetrating green eyes, a curvaceous body with a milky white tone to her skin. Elia too preferred to keep her curvaceous body in shape, but not nearly as strict as Vessa. She was now trying to choke up the fear and keep it bottled inside, she had seen many of her comrades die today, she felt lucky though, her husband was currently based elsewhere and did not suffer the same fate as the men did in this battlefield. 

	All three of the girls listened in fear, hearing the whistling and hollering as they were displayed as nothing more than eye candy. Feet tramping on the ground as Trogg continued walking from one end of the line to the next, examining each and every girl, licking his lower jaw, “Mmm… such fine females.” Trogg said grinning a crooked grin. His men behind him joined him in a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of all the girls in the line. Twenty women, Trogg counted, twenty of both the human and night elf race, for an army of 50 lust filled horde men of all four races. Orc, troll, tauren and undead.. This of course did not count some of the few horde women who planned on joining in the events of the evening, just so they could get back at the alliance.

	“I’ll take the red one” grinned Thurs, one of the Tauren generals, pointing towards Elia, the Paladin Sergeant. Trogg looked back and nodded his approval at the giant beast. Thurs stood at a massive seven feet tall, his body rippled with muscles that were covered by black fur. A top his head were two massive black horns, signifying his leadership as a Tauren. He also wore a gold nose band, and his long black mane was worn into two thick braids on his shoulders, and another braid under his snout. His eyes were a penetrating, blood thirsty red. A long ugly scar ran through the length of his face. His body, while well built and massive, had the scars of many battles. His blood thirsty demeanor had tried to find crueler ways to get back at those cowards from the alliance, and after hearing Trogg’s proposition. He couldn’t have agreed more. What better way to have revenge on the men from the alliance than to take their women and make them their servants. Thurs couldn’t help but have a broad wicked grin spread on his face as he saw the young woman tremble. He knew that little human woman wouldn’t go back to the alliance after he had his way with her.

	“Mmm… this one looks tender.” Said Rall, the Troll army’s general with a crooked smile as he ran his hands across Mina‘s hair and face. Her whole body shuddering at his touch, tears of fear and sweat running down her silky light purple skin. “Mmm I’ll definitely have some fun with you.” he laughed. Rall also had penetratingly red, blood thirsty eyes. His hair was a flaming red mess, and he stood at a little over six feet tall, at least he woud if he didn’t slouch as most Trolls do. His blue-ish green body also rippled with muscles, and battle scars that could be plainly seen as well. Two big and curved tusks jutted from his mouth. Just as with Thurs, this symbolized his upper rank in the army, and the golden nose ring simply solidified this position.

	Trogg chuckled in approval, then licked his lips as he saw the strong one, Vessamoon. He eyed closely her well muscle toned body. “Mmm… this one.“ Was all he said as he ran his thick green fingers over her face, down to her chin. Delighting in the fact that she was trying to show her strenght even after being defeated. He knew she would be a great challenge, but all the better he thought to himself. “Mmm I bet you’re wondering what is going to happen to you? Don’t you?” he whispered mockingly into Vessa’s ears, she turned her head away in disgust, feeling the Orc general’s breath on her face. “Don’t worry she-elf” he chuckled mockingly. “Soon you will continue on living… as our servants” he said with emphasis.

	“I’d rather die! You filth!” Vessa said trying to gather as much courage as she could muster.

	“You don’t have much of a choice she elf” Trogg laughed. “believe me, if you choose death, I will personally make sure that it is slow and painful” he grinned, Vessa kept her head turned away from the foul beast. He turned to look towards Mina and could sense the fear permeating through her body. A crooked smile spread through his face, “Or maybe we should take this little one’s life instead? Would you be able to bear going on living knowing you were responsible for her death?” He chuckled. 

	She knew he was more than likely talking about her little sister. “What will you have me do?” she said finally defeated. Vessa could never go on living she was responsible for her little sister’s death.

	Trogg grinned victorious, “You and the rest of your troops will be the horde’s new servants.” He said running his finger through her chin, “and by that, I mean you will serve us in ANY way we please” he said with a chuckle as he grabbed Vessa’s hand and violently placed it in his loincloth, where his bulge was starting to show. The rest of the army joined him in laughter. 

	Violently Vessa pulled her hand back, horrified now that she knew what were their plans, worse yet, it wasn’t just her that would be used, but her whole troop. Her attempts to save her sister and the women in her troop seemed all to be in vain. “Never!” she yelled at the foul beast as her final attempt. “Never would I allow it!”

	Trogg pulled the cloth over her eyes so she could see. He stared at her intently, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, the grin he wore on his face now replaced with a more menacing look. “You don’t have much of a choice now she elf! You had already agreed to it.” with a wave of his hand, the Orc soldiers behind him took three steps back, and fifteen undead soldiers took their place. Trogg looked at Vessa with penetrating eyes, her whole body, as well toned as it was, was now felling like jelly as it succumbed. “Alright boys, get ready!” he ordered, the menacing look replaced again with an evil grin. Twenty Troll and Orc captors stood behind the women, Rall taking his place behind Mina, and Thurs behind Elia. grabbing them tightly, waiting for the Orc general’s order. Smiling a crooked smile, Trogg moved behind Vessa and waved one of his hands again signaling the twenty captor’s behind the women to remove the blindfold from their eyes. 

	Rubbing their eyes, the women tried quickly to regain their senses and look about where they were, the darkness of the night blinding them momentarily. But before any other moves were made, they stared straight ahead and there in the darkness, fifteen pairs of glowing eyes stared at them and loud cackling from the undead were heard as they tormented them. While they tried their best to move, they couldn’t. The human and night elf women had been taken by the fear paralysis effect that many suffer when looking at the undead straight in their eyes. Mixed with the undead laughter was also the laughter of the Orc general. “Wha- What’s happening? Why can’t we move?” Vessa uttered.

	“As I said she elf… you don’t have much of a choice now” grinned Trogg as he whispered into the night elf’s long, slender ears. He waved one of his hands again towards the undead. Five of the fifteen stepped forward, they were the casters, they all joined in a strange chant while the women remained still due to the paralysis. Soon a heavy purple mist lifted  from the ground right beneath the line up. “It’s a spell,” Trogg uttered again in her ear. “No matter how strong you may think you are she elf, you will succumb… this spell allows your body’s arousal level to increase, soon you won’t be listening to your conscience, but to your body’s desires, no one can escape it.” he grinned wickedly. 

	There was a look of horror in Vessa’s face, she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t move due to the fear paralysis and now this spell would make her finally succumb to the Orc’s wishes. She could already feel her pussy start to get wet, her knees becoming weak.

	“Bring the breeder.” Trogg commanded. “Now you will see what I mean by becoming our servant she elf!” he grinned. “We already have one of your kind who willingly came to us.” Vessa closed her eyes, not wanting to believe it. “That’s right! What’s more, she’s even willingly become one of our breeders and is now pregnant with Orc child!” He kept tormenting Vessa. “Soon you and every single one of your troops will follow that path.” he said, running his tongue along Vessa’s cheek, leaving a trail of slime and spit. “You will do it willingly too.” he promised the stubborn night elf.

	The effects had become stonger by now, the level of arousal was such that, already some of the women started emitting low moans as their bodies started betraying them. The whole Orc army laughed triumphantly. Trogg  didn’t need to order the captors anymore, already the Troll and Orc captors had begun tossing the women’s armor to the floor, leaving them only in their skimpy thongs and bras.  Orc and Troll hands were running across the naked flesh, teasing and caressing their breasts with one hand, while sliding the other hand down their captor’s thongs and teasing their captor’s already wet pussies.

	Vessa was the only one so far that had tried to fight her urges the most. Trogg was fondling her breasts with one of his thick hands, while teasing her already wet pussy with the other. As good as it was feeling, as much as her body wanted it, she kept fighting. That is, until she saw the breeder, Yunie, finally arrived at the scene. Yunie was being walked out in front of the line up by a leash attached to her slave collar. Snake, his tongue hanged, now with now lower jaw, was doing the honors. Vessa looked horrified, the Orc was right, she had become a slave, and a breeder, pregnant with child. 

	“I heard you were having the time of your life with Snake” Trogg grinned as he addressed Yunie. “Maybe I should let you be Snake‘s personal sex slave and breeder.” he laughed as he continued teasing Vessa‘s engorging clit. Yunie‘s cheeks flushed red, nodding in approval to Trogg‘s wishes. She was to be Snake‘s and would serve only him unless he said otherwise. If Snake could speak, he would express his approval. “Why don’t you show your friends all the ‘benefits’ you’ve had since joining the horde” he grinned maliciously as he tore through Vessa’s thong and bra, tossing them to the ground.

	Yunie only giggled, her cheeks flushed. “Very well master.” She replied, then eagerly knelt in front of her new master, the mouth less monster, Snake. She grabbed the band of his pants with her teeth and cooed seductively as she brought down his pants with her mouth, his already growing cock springing to life. Hungrily and without hesitation, Yunie started licking and sucking the length of the hard rotting piece of flesh, she licked down to his hanging balls, engulfing them one at a time into her hungry mouth before going back and engulfing his cock again. Moans and groans of pleasure from both Yunie and Snake were heard as she kept putting on her show for the soon to be sex slaves and breeder’s of the horde. 

	The musky scent of sex created by the spell was now becoming overwhelming, most of the women by this point were now willingly grinding their pussies against the savage invading hands. Even Elia and Mina were now reaching back towards their captors, and stroking their growing cocks, Thurs let out a triumphant bellow as Elia willingly stroked his 15 and a half inch, slimy, red pointy member out of its furry sheath. Rall laughed shrilly as Mina willingly stroked his long green-ish cock up and down and fondling his heavy balls with her other hand. Vessa was seeing all of this occurring around her with disbelief, she looked at the breeder in front of her with anger. “Traitor!” she uttered, “Traitor!” again louder so Yunie could hear. 

	Yunie turned to face Vessa, not really bothered by what she said. “Me? You should look at yourself darling” she giggled, then happily went back to sucking Snake’s cock humming as she bobbed her head up and down the fleshy member of her undead master.

	Vessa looked down in between her legs, she could see Trogg’s fingers wet with her pussy juices. Yunie was right, Vessa  had called Yunie a traitor, but at the same time, she was calling herself a traitor. As much as she hated to admit it, her whole body was completely aroused by the whole scene. Before she knew what was happening, her body also started to respond to Trogg’s finger inside her soaked pussy, and she let out a loud moan as he touched her spot. Trogg laughed triumphantly, he had broken her. She also saw her little sister had been broken too. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her little sister Mina, bending down in front of the foul Troll, and was willingly stroking his cock up and down and sucking on his big mushroom head. Vessa looked towards her friend Elia, and saw her also willingly stroking the giant Tauren’s fleshy pointy rod in her hands, what’s more, she was also engulfing the red slimy cock in her mouth as well, humming seductively as she bobbed her head up and down the fleshy tool.  The spell may had taken control over the rest of the women, but Vessa tried to fight it as much as she could. She turned again towards Yunie, and saw the breeder already on her back, splaying her legs wide, moaning in pleasure as her undead lover started pounding his hard cock in and out of her pregnant pink pussy. 

	“Mmm… this one’s a real cock slut” Thurs said triumphantly, the long thick braids of mane swaying back and forth, touching and teasing the red head’s milky white breasts. He stared down at the voluptuous human humming and sucking his slimy cock. He grinned wickedly as he focused on her hands and saw a glint from her ring. “A married slut too!” he exclaimed victoriously, the horde had given a nasty blow to the alliance, they had defeated their army without casualties, they had taken their women captive, and what’s more, he was now being serviced by a sexy married paladin. Grinning victoriously, he placed a heavy hand on the back of her head, and bucked his hips in and out, shoving more of his pointy cock deep down her throat as he cackled loudly, his Tauren men joining in laughter. 

	Vessa’s cheeks flushed red as she heard the Tauren have his way with her friend. She couldn’t deny it either, her body wasn’t letting her. The whole scene was getting her hotter and hotter, she was willingly grinding and moaning as Trogg engulfed one of her supple breasts into his mouth, while continuing to finger her hungry cunt with the other. 

	“Omm… you should learn to relax hun.” she heard Yunie say, “All your friends are having fun, why shouldn’t you? Besides, Orc men have bigger cocks than those wimps from the alliance anyway.” She said as she giggled mockingly.  She was right, Vessa thought to herself, and she could obviously feel it from Trogg’s raging hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks. 

	Another moan was heard, this one from her sister Mina. Vessa quickly turned towards her, shocked at what she saw. Mina was one her hands and knees, moving the thong to the side, looking back at the ugly Troll general over her shoulder as she wiggled her firm ass invitingly. Her legs were spread, exposing her pink pussy, the blue pubic hair trimmed into a thin triangle shape. Vessa couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her own little sister was bent down on the floor, slapping her ass cheeks invitingly as the cruel Rall approached the young night elf with his long 13 inch cock. “Come here big boy.” called out her sister with a lust filled giggle. “Come here and show me what REAL men can do.” She laughed seductively.

	“Mina!” Vessa exclaimed in disbelief.

	“Relax sis,” Mina giggled, “besides, it’s not the first time I’ve been taken by members other than the alliance.” she smiled. “You should see what a whole gaggle of Goblins and Murlocs can do.” she grinned lustfully. Vessa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her whole body shuddered and quivered. She couldn’t contain herself anymore.

	“You hear that Trogg?” Rall said, addressing Trogg in his Trollish shrill tone, “Goblins and Murlocs! Guess this little slut won’t be hard to convert after all.” Rall laughed victorious as he grabbed on tight to Mina’s hips. “Get ready slut, because once we’re done with you, you won’t go back to those cowards from the alliance OR to that gaggle of Goblins and Murlocs.” He promised, Mina looked back, giggling lustfully as she wiggled her ass invitingly again. Rall took his queue and inched his long greenish cock inside the night elf’s wet pussy, the walls contracting and expanding invitingly, letting out moans of pleasure as the troll invaded her welcoming pussy.




Orc Masters Ch. 04



Trogg fed up with the stubborn night elf, he grabbed Vessa by her shoulders and made her kneel in front of him, lifting his loin cloth, revealing his towering green cock to the night elf. Vessa could only look in awe at the mammoth sized 15 inch cock, slimy green and covered with warts all over. Before she could react in any way, Trogg grabbed the back of her head and shoved his bulbous cock head into her mouth. “I’m tired of waiting for you she elf.” Trogg said in a harsh tone. “You will serve me from now on and all my men.” He stared down at her with an evil grin. Vessa may had been trying to fight the urge before, but after seeing all the erotic scenes, after seeing her friend and her sister willingly submit to the Horde, after admitting to herself exactly what the breeder had told her earlier, and after witnessing his giant cock, Vessa was ready to submit  and let her body take over.

	“Mmm… you won’t have to wait any longer Lord Trogg.” Vessa said seductively as she finally let her urges take control. She hungrily started sucking on the beast’s slimy green cock, engulfing his giant member into her mouth willingly, bobbing her head up and down. Trogg grinned wickedly after seeing her change.

	“Mmm that’s it bitch, suck your new master’s cock!” he ordered Vessa, cackling victoriously, he had finally broken her completely. She may have resisted him at first, but the spell and the sites had heightened her arousal to uncontrollable heights. He looked around as his new slave continued sucking on his cock. Pleased  at what he saw. All twenty of the captive maidens were now on the floor servicing their captors.  With a wave of his hand, he signaled towards the other thirty horde members that had been patiently waiting. “Alright men, it looks like we’ll have to share the ‘booty’” he said cackling. Taking their queue from the Orc general, they started moving towards the captive women, joining their comrades as they were about to take place in the biggest orgy ever seen in Azeroth. “Let’s show these women what why the horde will always be better than the alliance” Trogg laughed loudly, his army cheering him.

	Many of the women were being shared, taken by two or three horde members at a time, even the women warriors joined in the fray, Trogg saw that one of the night elf women was currently being taken by three Troll women, two of them taking the elf‘s ass and pussy with strap ons, while the other troll woman stood above her, holding the elf‘s head to her wet cunt, the only thing heard was all four women moaning in sheer ecstasy. The five undead casters that held the spell together stopped, as it was obvious that the spell was no longer needed. Instead, the whole fifteen undead originally called to paralyze the women contently joined the rest of the army, waiting for their opportunity to jump in the fray. Elia Now laid on the floor, her thong and bra torn, her legs splayed wide. Her guttural moans now as loud as Thurs‘s bestial groans. She was willingly bucking her hips back and forth to meet The Tauren’s powerful cock thrusts.  The long braid on his snout danced around her bouncing breasts, sending shiver down her whole body. The spell was no longer taking effect, and in fact, being a paladin, she knew this, but by this point, she didn’t care. Her body was now in control and she was loving the sensations the mammoth sized, dog-like cock was sending through her body.

	“I bet you husband never pleasured you like this, did he slut?” Thurs asked the married woman mockingly, then engulfed one of her big breasts into his mouth, biting her sensitive nipples as his cock continued invading her married pink pussy, her pussy walls expanding and contracting invitingly with each invading thrust.

	Elia shrilled in pleasure at the sensations being caused. “Mmm no master Thurs, my husband  could never pleasure me the way you are. All he has is a puny human dick” she said giggling lustfully. Her older self might’ve found this a horrible statement to make. But now she was being very loose and very honest. No man had ever pleasured her this way before and she was loving it. She was even willing to accept her fate as the horde’s new servant. 

	“Good slut, accept your fate as the horde’s new fuck toy, and you will get all the pleasure you can manage.” He uttered in her ear with a grin. Elia moaned, nodding in response. Her cheeks flushed red, and her whole body spasmed uncontrollably, letting out a loud bestial moan as her pussy contracted tightly around Thur’s cock like a vice. Her cum gushing out of her snatch and down her thighs.

	“Oommm… Fuck Yes Master Thurs! I will be your slutty Horde Slut!” she screamed in pleasure.

	The Tauren let out a triumphant bellow after hearing this and continued pummeling Elia’s pink pussy raw. His heavy balls slapping against her cum soaked pussy.  “Good human slut,” he uttered, “because I plan on taking that slutty married pussy of yours whenever I please, every day if necessary” He promised as he continued pounding her now sore pussy, he picked up his pace, ramming his mammoth cock deep into her depths. His balls beginning to swell as he felt himself closer and closer to cumming.

	“Mmm… Yes Master Thurs, anything for the horde!” Elia moaned uncontrollably as the savage beast pummeled her pussy raw. Thurs smiled wickedly. That hadn’t been the first time he heard that phrase uttered, he had heard it from Yunie many times already. Now he was pleased at hearing the human woman say it, and even more pleased at the possibility of having his own personal fuck toy.

	“Mmm good slave, because I also plan on marking you and making you my personal breeder.” He grinned. Elia’s cheeks flushed red, her whole body shivered uncontrollably in reaction to what he said. It was already taboo what she was currently doing, she could never go home now. She had already willingly given herself to the savage beast, why not take it further? She thought to herself, and after already seeing the sight of the horde’s current breeder, Yunie, pregnant with child, and still serving the men, the thought only made her hotter. She didn’t think for too long, in fact, she was now wanting it.

	“Oh Yes Master Thurs!” Elia moaned loudly, “Please make me your breeder! Breed my slutty human pussy with your powerful Tauren cum! I’d be honored to have your strong children.” She said, splaying her legs wider to give the hulking beast more room to invade her aching pussy. 

	“Ha Ha!” Bellowed Thurs triumphantly as he grabbed her hips firmly. “You hear that Trogg? This married human slut already can’t get enough of me and now she wants me to breed her!” he said grinning wickedly, “Very well then slave,” He uttered lustfully into her ear, “I will make you MINE!” he promised, then started pounding her sore pussy faster and harder than before. Her moans and groans of pleasure muffled as he engulfed her small frame into his thick, fur covered body. The beast groaning in pleasure as her pussy convulsed on his cock. Finally with ten hard pistoning strokes into her delicate body. The Tauren general threw his head back, bellowing triumphantly as what seemed like gallons of  hot sticky Tauren cum started flooding her sore pussy. Elia too let out a loud moan of pleasure as her second orgasm took over and her pussy juices started mixing with the torrents of cum that were now flooding her  human womb before collapsing on the floor exhausted. The Tauren general had to admit that, while the alliance had nothing but coward men and pushovers, their women made great sex slaves, he also thought this was by far the best way to get back at them, he had snagged and willingly made one of their women his sex slave, and even more so, a woman that was already married. This was a big blow for the alliance indeed. Thurs grinned wickedly  as he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a slave collar with the Tags “Sex Slave” and “Breeder” then locked it around Elia’s neck. He couldn’t wait to bring this one back and continue having his way with his new personal breeder.

	By this point, Mina had also been tagged by Rall as his personal sex slave and breeder. She was laying on her side, her legs were splayed wide. Moaning in pleasure as Rall continued invading the young  night elf’s pink pussy with his powerful thrusts while she took an undead soldiers’ fleshy cock into her mouth at the same time. Rall laughed shrilly and high fived the undead soldier, shoving his rotting member deeper down her throat. “Oomm… shit! This one will allow anything with a cock to have their way with her.” Rall said mockingly, Mina’s muffled moans intensifying. She had already cum twice before, and now a third one was building.

	“Oomm… anything for the horde master Rall.” She giggled wickedly, repeating Elia’s earlier statement. Gyrating her pussy in circles, bucking her hips faster as her pussy walls contracted and expanded invitingly around Rall’s cock. Mina was incredibly loose by comparison to her sister. She was thinking back to that time when a group of goblins had had her way with her when she had no money and needed some provisions. Or the time when she was captured by a gaggle of Murlocs, tied her up and invaded all her holes. But this was much better she thought. Before, when she was a member of the alliance, she could never openly tell of her affairs with goblins or murlocs or anyone outside the alliance for that matter. Now it wouldn’t matter, and she loved it. In fact she was looking forward to being the horde’s new breeder. 

	Mina was so turned on by the whole scene. Twenty alliance women were now being taken by  an army of fifty horde soldiers. She turned towards Elia and saw her already taking on two Tauren at the same time. Elia was sprawled on top of Thurs, lowering her small frame up and down on his fleshy red cock. Thurs was thrusting his mammoth sized cock in and out of her soaking wet cunt at rapid speed, grabbing her hips, he was bouncing her up and down on his cock, her moans muffled as another Tauren took her mouth. Mina turned towards her sister Vessa, and was happy to see her older sister eagerly taking Trogg’s cock in between her big breasts and sucking on his bulbous green cock head as he bucked his cock in and out her breasts. What’s more, Vessa was moaning in pleasure, enjoying herself too. 

	Her muffled moans were soon interrupted as the fleshy member in her mouth was flooding cum down her throat. The undead soldier groaning and moaning as his thick cum flushed out and into the young night elf’s throat, some of it running down her chin. Her cheeks flushed, her whole body convulsed and she couldn’t help it anymore. She let out a loud scream of pleasure and let her cum flush out of her a third time. Rall needed no further encouragement and pistoned his cock into her used pussy faster and harder, until he too let out a loud groan of pleasure and came. His gooey cum flooding her womb a third time as well, by now she‘d definitely be pregnant Rall thought to himself as his motions started slowing down. Mina, exhausted collapsed on the floor trying to compose herself again as she could already tell Rall was not going to be finished with her anytime soon, and even if he was, she would have to move to the next soldier available. 

	Vessa had been turned on so much by Elia’s and her little sister’s enthusiasm as they eagerly accepted their new masters and their new roles as breeders. She moaned and hummed as she took Trogg’s bulbous green head into her mouth, his hairy green balls slapping against her breasts. She no longer could control her urges, nor did she care for that matter. She now wanted, needed the beast’s cock inside her. In fact, having seen her friend and her sister, she felt the urge to show them off as well. Without any orders being said, Vessa took the large green member out of her mouth with a loud popping sound. The beast looking confused,  a frown drawn on his face, he didn’t want to have to break into this stubborn one again. The frown was soon replaced by a wicked grin as he saw Vessa quickly moving herself into another position on the ground. She laid on her hands and knees, raising her round ass as high as her long slender legs allowed. She spread her legs invitingly to the Orc, and smacked her round cheeks a couple of times seductively, offering her ass like a bitch in heat. 

	“Why don’t you show me what a REAL cock can do inside my slutty ass” I cooed, giggling seductively towards the green hairy beast. I could already hear my little sister Mina gasp in surprise after hearing her older sister say something so unbecoming of me, then replaced by a lustful giggle, Mina was glad to see her older sister finally let go of ancient ideas and embrace what I was being given.

	Trogg laughed triumphantly as he approached me, grabbed my waist firmly with thick hands and started rubbing his slimy cock head at the entrance of my anus. “You better hope you can manage this cock she elf slut, because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk.” He taunted, cackling as he inched his large member into my tight anal cavity. I bit my lips tightly, constraining the pain as he started inching his cock head into my ass. Then one of his heavy hands slapped across one of my ass cheeks, distracting me from the pain. “Relax bitch!” he commanded, “Otherwise this is going to be very painful… for you” he grinned wickedly. I tried my best to relax, the pain was unbearable at first. A pop was heard as his cock head tore into my entrance. Before long, my muscles relaxed and I let out a long drawn out moan as I felt the wart-filled, giant cock inch its way further into my ass. My front body collapsing on the floor in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

	“You’re a natural, slut!” Trogg barked content as he started slowly pistoning his cock in and out of my tight entrance. “You’re almost as good as our breeder.” he said mockingly. I looked towards the breeder, and saw her contently enjoying being now taken up the ass by one of the hulking Tauren, and her earlier undead lover taking her pussy.  I could see her pussy flaming red as well as her ass as they fucked her raw, yet she was moaning and thrashing in sheer ecstasy, not even caring that she was also carrying child. The whole scene was overwhelming my senses, I even imagined and replaced her face for mine in my mind, and the whole scene excited me even more. “You’d like that wouldn’t you slut? I can already feel your pussy getting wet at the thought of being a horde breeder.” Trogg said tauntingly as he fingered my wet pussy. By now he was quickening his pace, thrusting his cock in and out of my ass, my whole body following his powerful thrusts.

	“Oomm… yes Master Trogg” I moaned loudly, bucking my hips backwards to meet his powerful thrusts. “I’d love to be your personal sex slave and breeder” I said with a lustful tone. The giant Orc laughed victoriously as he continued impaling me with his fleshy member. The warts on his cock sending shockwaves all through my body as they touched my spot like nothing else had before. My moans turning into bestial groans of pleasure. I convulsed my ass muscles, contracting them and expanding them with each of his thrusts, making it even tighter around. I turned to face him over my shoulder, licking my lips seductively I slapped my ass cheeks teasingly, encouraging him.

	“Good slut,” he grinned as he pounded my already sore asshole, fucking me raw. “It’s good to see you finally accepting your fate bitch!” he continued taunting, “and realize that there’s no escape from the horde.” he laughed. “Even those wimpy men of yours couldn’t do anything to escape their fates.” he said with a loud cackle, picking up his pace, I could already feel his balls slapping my wet pussy.

	“Ooomm… I could never go back to those needle dicks from the alliance Master Trogg!” I moaned and cooed as I accepted my new position as the horde’s new fuck toy and breeder. Trogg again laughed triumphantly. He had succeeded in capturing and turning alliance women into willingly becoming their slaves. A feat that would break the alliance men and turn them into whimpering dogs.

	“Good, now get ready bitch because I’m about to give you your first serving as a breeder.” He hissed in my sensitive ears. His cock was swelling and I could feel that he was ready to release his cum into me, his pace quickening to hard pounding thrusts, his groans becoming louder and more primal. But if I was to be his breeder, I certainly would not be filling in my role by taking his cum in my ass. I wanted it where it needed to be, inside my pussy.

	“Oomm yes! Yes Master Trogg! Make me your breeder please! I want to feel your cum in my pussy Master Trogg! Please breed my pussy!” I said pleadingly. With no further encouragement, he quickly popped his cock out of my red, stretched asshole and quickly shoved his cock into my pussy with jabbing thrusts. Again the sensation was too much to control, his whole girth was filling me in ways no other man had before. My pussy convulsed involuntarily. I moaned uncontrollably as he continued pistoning his member into my pussy. My orgasm which had been building all along was ready to explode. 

	Trogg let out a loud bestial groan as he pummeled my pussy with five body-shaking thrusts, “That’s it Breeder! Take it! Take my cum!” he exclaimed as what seemed like gallons of Orc cum started flooding my womb. I couldn’t control myself any longer, I arched my back and let out a loud moan of my own, my pussy contracting tightly around his cock and my own cum started gushing out, mixing with my Orc master’s cum, some of it leaking out and down my thighs. 

	Spent and exhausted, I collapsed on the floor trying to regain my senses. I then heard a loud pop as he pulled his cock out of my pussy, then overheard him speaking to some of the other soldiers. “Clean them up,” he said, “give the breeders their new garments and get them ready, the night hasn’t ended yet.” he said cackling. My eyes started to get heavy as my consciousness was slipping away. “I’m sure that after dinner and entertainment, the men would like to have some ‘dessert’.” Laughter ensued. My eyes now fully closed as I started to drift into sleep, my pussy still tingling as more cum dripped down my thighs. Thinking of what was to come next for us as the horde’s newest breeders. With a loud content sigh, I let the darkness take me as I fell alseep. 

To Be Continued…



Orc Masters Ch. 05



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The Bonfire was burning a deep red and orange. The moonlight shrouded by the clouds making the surroundings much darker, and the light from the bonfire more penetrating. The horde army had succeeded in giving the alliance a deep blow, and now they were settling around the bonfire, a big table around the campfire was set with many foods displayed. The hungry army sat down to engorge themselves after the long battle. They laughed and drank as they told stories of earlier that day, when they had captured 20 women from the alliance, and had coerced them into becoming the horde's newest breeders. The 20 breeders were equally divided amongst the four races. The undead army keeping a sixth breeder, Yunie as per the orders of the Orc general Trogg. 

After having undertaken the biggest orgy known in Azeroth between the alliance women and the horde men. The women were escorted to their new tent, commanded to clean up and change their armor into more appropriate clothing, that is to say, more appropriate for a breeder, sheer see through gypsy clothing with golden trimming, and the horde symbol stitched in front. The 20 women were also marked with a slave collar that hung on their necks with tags that read "Sex Slave" and "Breeder." Under different circumstances, these women would've more than likely refused and taken death instead. However, after having experienced the pleasure that they had experienced, they could never go back, they did not even want to. In fact, they too were sharing stories of the pleasurable experience they had, giggling like lusty school girls as they changed into their new attire. They were looking forward to the night's events.

When the breeders were called, they joined their new masters at the table near the bonfire. Relieving their stress with massages, or feeding them, their job was basically that of harems, their only job description being that of serving all their master's wishes. The horde had won the battle against the alliance, and the women now only thought it fair that they repay and honor it with servitude. At least, that was the justification for their submission. The reality was that they wanted more of that pleasurable experience they had earlier, and they knew they would get it from them.

The women gathering towards their respective masters did everything asked. Vessa was seen under the table, taking Trogg's giant cock in her hungry wet mouth. Trogg moaning as his newest breeder serviced him, he of course continued dinning and chatting with his comrades in arms while she serviced him. Vessa's little sister Mina was seen straddling Rall's giant member, sinking it in and out of her wet pussy while Rall continued talking with Trogg about the battle earlier that day. Elia was straddling her Tauren Master's hips, she was giving Thurs a sensual lap dance, gyrating her hips in a circular motion. Thurs was thoroughly pleased and it was obvious from his large, slimy red cock protruding from its furry sheath, twitching uncontrollably. Yunie was also currently pleasuring her new undead masters, she was bent over the table, her heaving breasts squashed on the table surface as Snake took her pregnant pussy. 

Trogg slammed his mug hard on the wooden surface, calling to everyone's attention, making sure things didn't get too out of hand, not before the entertainment that is. The room fell silent as the Orc general caught their attention, and all pleasuring services from the breeders ceased. "Men!" he called out raising his mug, "today is a glorious day for the horde!" the men cheered lifting their own mugs. "We managed to defeat those cowards from the alliance AND made their women our own!" the men cheered louder, the women simply giggled and blushed.

"We just only think it fair that we submit to the winners" Vessa said with a lustful smile, the rest of the girls joined her, giggling lustfully. "Besides, we were starting to get bored of those pompous, self righteous, cowardly men and their small needle dicks" She said, then engulfed Trogg's cock back into her mouth, Mina and Elia giggled agreeing with Vessa as they both continued serving their new masters. The army joined them in laughter, then cheered and hollered at the new breeders. A wicked grin spread across Trogg's face cackling after hearing Vessa, pleased with her statement.

"That's right!" Trogg continued, "It is only fitting that they submit to us, especially after all they've caused to our race. Having won against their men, it is clear that we are the superior race, and they be unfit for these young sluts." He said, "Therefore, I believe that from now on, all their women we capture should subject themselves to us! For the Horde!" He yelled lifting his mugs. The men joined him, lifting their mugs and cheering too. "We will make it so that each and every horde member from now on will have their own personal servant and breeder!" he proclaimed, the crowd cheering louder, many of the women were blushing, getting turned on by the prospect of what Trogg was saying, what was more, they had already seen that they were more than capable of achieving that very goal. 

Elia moaned uncontrollably as she continued giving her new master, Thurs, a lap dance, gyrating her hips in circles, teasing his cock. Excited about the possibility seeing a future were all the horde men would have their own personal breeders, and the alliance men, the cowards that they were, would finally get what they deserved and be left to die while the alliance women thrived with the horde men.

"To celebrate this greatest feat" Trogg continued. "We have planned for entertainment to be provided by the horde's first breeder." he grinned wickedly looking towards Yunie, whom had stopped serving her undead masters and was again wearing her see through dress, and was being guided now by an undead woman into a platform in between the bonfire and the dinner table, giving the men a good view of the event to happen.

The undead woman. Reeka, was a horrible sight to look at, most of her facial skin was missing, leaving her looking mostly like a skull with some flimsy skin hanging. Her hair was a blue hue and was very unkempt. Her skin was a blue-green tone. Just like most of her comrades, some of her limbs were nothing more than bones strung together by muscle attachments, While the flesh was indeed decaying, the corpse was held together due to arcane magics. The most visible telling sign she was a female, considering how much of her body had been eaten away by time and war, were her big 36 DD breasts that were held together by a tattered bra, her hairy pussy also covered by a tattered old thong.

The horde men cheered and hollered as the decaying, almost naked corpse strut herself into the podium in front of the men, dragging Yunie behind her with a leash attached to Yunie's collar. Reeka pulled Yunie close to her, staring at Yunie intently with glowing eyes. Yunie gave the female corpse a defying, lust filled smile. Reeka cackled at the breeder's reaction. "I've seen you slut," Reeka said mockingly, "I know that you love to please undead men, but lets see if you can do the same with women." she cackled. Reeka turned to face Trogg. A crooked smile spreading across her face as Trogg waved a hand, commanding the two women to commence the entertainment.

Grabbing the back of my head tightly, Reeka pulled me close to her skeletal face, grinning wickedly, she opened her jaw and encompassed my smooth silky lips. Snaking her leathery tongue out, she prodded my own tongue. I was surprised at first, but after remembering the pleasure that had been given to me earlier by Snake, I simply closed my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed what this undead woman was doing inside my mouth. Low moans started escaping me as she continued prodding my mouth with jabbing motions. Reeka cackled after hearing my reactions to what she was doing. Her foul breath was upon me, but so was the musky scent of sex. The men cheered the undead on as she continued playing with my pregnant body.

"Mmm, you liked that didn't you slut?" Reeka said grinning, then pulled y me down, forcing me to kneel on the floor. With a quick yank, she pulled her tattered thong to the side, she exposed her now wet, bushy pussy, the scent was a mixture of decay and sex. Forcefully she pulled my head even closer. "Eat it bitch! Let me see if you like eating undead pussy just as much as you like undead cock!" she commanded. My own pussy started quivering in anticipation, as disgusting as it may have been, I wanted it, and badly. Absorbing the musky scent of her pussy, I eagerly started licking her wet slit, running my tongue up and down, flicking her engorging clit. Reeka let out a deep groan as my tongue invaded her slit, my tongue ran in circles, tasting her juices. She forced my face even deeper into her, covering my face with her hairy, unkempt pussy. 

Unable to contain myself, I got on my hands and knees and started fingering my wet pussy with one hand, while I continued licking Reeka's pussy. Moaning in pleasure as I invaded her pussy with stabbing motions of my tongue. I could already see some of the men that had no breeders servicing them, were now pulling out their cocks from their trappings and started stroking their big meats, the horde men that did have breeders servicing them, were commanding them to stroke their giant members, or to seduce them with a lap dance. The whole scene was making me so hot. I had been put on display for their entertainment, I was to service this disgusting looking undead woman, and I was loving it just as much as they did. 

Kneeling down, I felt Reeka's bony fingers prodding my pussy. A loud moan escaped me as she fingered my wet hole. But this feeling was only momentarily as she was only lubricating her fingers with my juices. She then placed her fingers at my anal entrance and started rubbing them at my ring. "Mmm... That's it bitch!" She hissed, "keep moaning because I'm gonna finger your asshole good." she said grinning, then started pushing her fingers inside my tight anal cavity. A loud groan of pleasure escaped me as I felt her lubricated fingers invade my ass, my hips starting to move back involuntarily to meet her bony fingers as they fucked my tight asshole. I then felt a hard slap against my ass cheeks, "I didn't say you could stop eating my pussy, bitch!" she said in a vicious tone, engulfed in the pleasure she was creating, I had forgotten about her pussy. To make amends I went back to hungrily eating her hairy, unkempt, musky pussy, moaning in pleasure as she fingered my tight ass. A lust filled smile spread across my face as I heard the undead woman groaning and moaning again in pleasure, encouraging her to quicken her pace inside my anus.

The encampment was filled with our moans and groans mixed wit those of the rest of the horde army. Hoots and hollers were heard as the men watched intently at the night elf and the undead woman pleasuring each other. Some of the men already were sinking their hard members into some of the breeders as they could no longer hold on any longer. Vessa was bent over on the table, her body pinned to the surface, her loud moans could be heard as Trogg viciously fucked her pussy raw. Trogg wanted to breed this stubborn one badly, and was going to do it no matter what it took.

After what seemed like a pleasurable eternity of Reeka fingering my ass and I licking her purple cunt. She suddenly stopped and backed away, going to a corner of the podium, she produced a bag from under the surface, and took out a couple of things, then headed back towards me. "Turn around slut!" she commanded, I did as she asked and turned around so that my pussy and ass were staring at her, and I was staring back at the horde men.

Without notice, I suddenly felt some pressure at my anal entrance, with that, a loud pop was heard as a round object was inserted, "Relax elf slut," the undead corpse said, "They're anal beads, each one bigger than the last." she laughed wickedly. I relaxed as much as I could, then felt another of the round objects enter my ass, then the next, as she said, each one bigger than the last, there was some discomfort with each one she inserted. This continued until I must've had at least ten of the round beads inside my tight anal cavity. I then felt her cold hand resting against one of my ass cheeks, while she held the string attached to the beads in her other hand. "Get ready elf slut!" She grinned, and with that, started pulling the string, the feeling of discomfort turning into a feeling of pleasure as I felt each and every one of those beads pop out my ass. "Looks like the elf slut loved it" she laughed, "guess I should do that again huh slut?" she hissed in my long slender ears.

"Mmm... yes mistress... anything you command." I cooed, and with that she proceeded to invade my asshole again and again with the anal beads, my moans becoming louder. By this point, the 20 breeders were now being taken by their masters, many of them were taken by more than one member at a time. Vessa now was having her tight anal hole invaded by Trogg's green cock, while her Pussy was being taken by another Orc general, Krock. Vessa's body writhed in pleasure as she was being sandwiched by two Orcs, Mina was respectively being taken by two trolls, and Elia by two Tauren, they all writhed and shuddered in sheer ecstasy as their masters had their way with them.

"Now you're ready" grinned Reeka after pulling out the beads out of my red-sore anus. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw her attaching an odd looking strap on dildo, with a long and thick plastic member on the front, it was pointy and had a wide base, similar to that of a big dog, and a smaller one, curved on an angle on the other side. The smaller one of course would go inside her own wet pussy, so she could pleasure herself as well as my pussy with each thrust. Reeka let out a low moan as she attached the strap on to her waist, inserting the small curved dildo extension inside her soaked, purple pussy. She then grinned and slapped her bony hands across my tight round ass, grabbing a handful of my cheeks and pinching them viciously. 

I let out a loud groan of both pain and pleasure as I felt the pointy head stretching my tight rectum. A loud popping noise was heard as the plastic member tore through my ass. "That's it bitch!" Reeka moaned as she kept thrusting the object into my ass. "Take my big cock into your tight little elf ass" she grinned wickedly. Grabbing on firmly to my hips, the undead corpse pulled most of the plastic member out, then slammed it back into my orifice, sinking it almost completely into my anal cavity. I let out loud bestial moans as she picked up her pace, slamming the hard plastic member into my ass as it started flexing involuntarily with each thrust, sending shivers all over my body.

"Mmm... Gawd that feels sooooo good Mistress" I cooed, bucking my hips back forcefully to meet the undead corpse's thrusts. She cackled lustfully as she picked up her pace, slamming my tight asshole even harder and faster, sending my heavy pregnant body forward, and my breasts swaying wildly with each of her pounding thrusts. 

"Mmm that's what you say now elf bitch!" she grinned, "But I'm not done with you yet!' she said cackling. The continued slamming the giant plastic dildo even deeper into my ass, so much as I could start feeling the wide base, the plastic knot resembling that of a big dog. My eyes widened as I started feeling Reeka try to push it even further. A groan of pain escaped me as she continued trying to force the tool inside me. "That's right bitch! Lets see if you can take an animal cock" she teased, "I've already heard that you could take two cocks up your slutty ass, I'm sure you'll be able to handle this." She said mockingly as she bit on my long slender ears and pinched my engorged sensitive nipples with her bony hands.

"Mmm... yes Mistress. Give it to me!" I pleaded, "Please fuck me like the little elf slut I am!" I screamed, pushing my hips harder on to the dildo's knot. There was a lot of pain and discomfort, but she was right, if I could take two cocks inside my ass before, this should be no problem. Also, by this point nothing mattered, my body had taken over and the only thing on my mind was pure primal lust, my body was in heat, and the only thing that could satiate it was the pleasure this undead woman was giving me. Reeka cackled triumphantly as she saw my response and slapped my round ass again.

"That's a good elf bitch!" she said grinning as she slowed her pace to a stop, adjusted the dildo again, and with a grunt she started slowly pushing the dildo deeper and deeper, forcing the knot into my pregnant pussy. I let out a long drawn out moan as I relaxed my ass muscles as much as I could. I felt the knot slowly inching its way into my tight orifice. A loud pop was heard, and the knot finally broke through my anal entrance. Reeka gave a final shove and the knot entered completely. 

"Oh My Gawd!" I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling my asshole being stretched completely by the big plastic knot. Reeka let out a loud moan of her own as she buried the smaller dildo deeper into her, touching her engorged clit in all the right ways. She then gave my round ass cheek another slap and picked up her pace. It felt very discomforting at first. It's one thing to have just the thinner portion of the dildo, but it felt completely different to have it all the way inside me, knot and all. Reeka couldn't do long hard thrusts like before, of course because of having the knot tied up inside my ass. However, after the initial discomfort, I was soon moaning again as I got used to the feeling of the big plastic ball tied up inside my rectum. 

By this point, the whole scene had turned into another big orgy. The breeders pleasuring their masters as they watched the night elf splayed on her side, taking a big plastic knot deep inside her. Trogg was impaling Vessa 's ass with his giant green member. He was so intrigued after hearing that Yunie had taken two cocks at the same time, he decided to see if he could put Vessa to the test. He called Krock over and with wicked grin, he expressed his idea. Vessa's eyes widened, but at the same time she was very curious and pleaded that the two Orcs use her ass like the undead had used Yunie's. Cackling, the two Orcs high fived each other and Krock proceeded to insert his gian green member into Vessa's already filled asshole. 

"Mmm... just like a true bitch!" Reeka cackled as she continued her violent thrusts. "Only bitches can take a dildo shaped like a dog's cock." she said mockingly. "Now that you're the undead's breeder, I'll make sure I visit you often elf slut!" she promised. "How would you like that bitch?"




Orc Masters Ch. 05



"Mmm... I'd love it mistress!" I cooed as I bucked my hips back harder to meet her violent thrusts. My ass starting to contract and expand as it got used to the plastic knot. 

"That's what I thought." she laughed, "You night elves love to pretend you're high and mighty, and better than all the other races, but deep down inside you're nothing more than bitches in heat" she said cackling, thrusting harder and faster. Her moans and my own becoming heavier and heavier. She then grabbed my hips with a tighter grip and started thrusting faster and faster, her moans becoming louder. My whole body bouncing forward with each of her thrusts. My own moans becoming louder, and my whole body started shuddering. Unable to hold it in any longer, we both let out screams of pleasure as we came at the same time, our juices coating the plastic members. Exhausted I collapsed on the floor trying to catch my breath. 

A moment passed, and soon I felt some movement, looking over my shoulder, I saw Reeka un-strapping the dildo. "Mmm Snake and Veekar were right, you are a good fuck." She chuckled. "But you're not done yet." She said as she slowly started removing the plastic member out of my well used asshole. With a loud pop, the dildo came out fully. I let out a loud sigh of relief. Of course this only lasted for a moment as I saw Snake and another undead making their way to the podium. Their big blue-green cocks swaying. Reeka let out a loud cackle, "What did I tell you elf slut, as long as you're OUR breeder, it will be a long time before we're done. I should let you know, we undead have great stamina and can go for hours." She cackled and walked away to be serviced by another breeder. 

I licked my lips seductively as I welcomed the two new undead to take Reeka's place. I knew it was true that undead had great stamina already, I had already experienced it first hand, and even though my ass was red and sore. My body only craved it more. Composing myself, I splayed my legs wide and slapped my pussy teasingly, offering my pussy to the two undead men. "Mmm... how about you boys take care of my other unused hole?" I said with a sinful smile. The two corpses looked at each other. While Snake had no way of expressing himself with his mouth missing, I could still tell that he was grinning.

Snake's comrade Ash, was a sight to look at. Just like Snake, he was also missing his lower jaw, as well as most of his face for that matter. Most of his facial skin was missing and most of what was exposed was skull. His tongue also hanged and lolled. It was obvious Ash had lived many years and had fought many battles. It was a surprise to see flesh still attached to him to begin with.

As they approached me, the only sounds coming out of them were muffled moans coming out of the orifices where their mouths once were. They tossed their armor as they approached me. Moans escaped me as I felt their rough fleshy and bony hands caressing all over my pregnant body. Their rough tongues snaking around my hardening nipples. I reach out with my own tongue and willingly took in Ash's tongue inside mine. Moaning as the two corpses continue caressing my body. 

Before long, my heavy pregnant body was sprawled above Snake's hips. It was obvious they just wanted to "get down to business" as they had already been waiting for a long time, and I was more than happy to oblige. Grabbing my hips firmly, Snake lowered my body unto his cock, impaling my wet pussy. Ash then adjusted himself, and aimed his cock at my wet cunt as well. They both wanted to breed my pussy at the same time. 

Biting my lips, I let out a groan of pain and pleasure as the fleshy tool entered my pussy, right on top of his friend's cock. The pain was becoming unbearable at first, but my body wanted it so badly, I tried relaxing my body as much as possible, until it became a small discomfort. Before I knew it, I let out a long drawn out moan as I felt their hairy balls resting against my pussy entrance. I cooed and moaned as my pussy started getting used to both their cocks inside me. Ash groaned in what I thought was a cackling laughter, Snake joined him as well. Snake lifted my slender thighs as high as possible, while Ash grabbed my hips firmly. They then started to slowly move their cocks in and out my pussy simultaneously. While there was still some pain, the pleasure was too overwhelming, so much that I grabbed Ash's skull and buried his hanging tongue inside my mouth again, letting out primal moans of ecstasy as they started pumping their fleshy rotting tools inside my pregnant body.

The whole encampment was filled again with moans of animal lust as the breeders now accepted their new roles, not only did they accept it, but it was obvious that they loved their new roles. They were being pleasured like no other race had before, and what's more, the fact that they had willingly become sex slaves to the horde. Something that is so taboo, was what made it so intoxicating. It had brought out the slut in all of us. We didn't have to hide anymore under antiquated alliance mannerisms and we loved it. We were looking forward to being the horde's breeders and help bring the age of the horde. An age where the horde would outnumber the alliance ten fold.

By this point, it seemed that Elia had been really turned on by the show I had put on because she too, by consent of her new master, the Tauren Thurs. She was now also being taken by two undead, both of the hideous creatures where pounding the slimy big tools inside her tight milky white asshole at the same time. She was screaming in pain at first, but she held steadfast, and soon she too was moaning in pleasure. Thurs was loving the scene and grabbed the back of her head, shoving his red slimy tool inside her aching mouth while the two undead spewed jet after jet of their sticky cum inside her tight ass.

Vessa also was having her tight rectum invaded by two cocks, Troggs and Krock's. After having her sore pussy bred thoroughly by the two Orcs, Trogg had grabbed a big cork from one of the wine bottles and shoved it deep inside her raw pussy, so the sticky orc cum wouldn't leak out and insure she would become pregnant. Of course, Orcs, just like undead, they too have great stamina, and not being satisfied enough, Trogg and Krock decided to take her tight asshole. Vessa too screamd out in pain as the two giant Orc cocks penetrated her tight anal cavity. But once her muscles relaxed and got used to the girth of both cocks, she was soon also letting out animalistic moans of pleasure as the two orcs plowed her sore asshole. 

Mina was being pleasured like never before too. Rall was pounding his long greenish member inside her sore asshole, while Reeka, the undead female, was currently taking Mina's tender pussy with the same dildo she had used on me. Shoving all of the plastic member inside her, down to the knot. Mina however seemed to have gotten used to it sooner than her older sister. I could only gather that it was because she more than likely had been taken by other horde members in the past, perhaps in secret so her reputation wouldn't be sullied. She was even willingly taking Eexsar, the undead general's cock in her mouth, and even willingly kissed the foul beast willingly. Muffled moans of pleasure escaped her as all her three holes were being used. Cum flowing out of her ass and mouth as both Rall and Eexsar spewed their seed inside her. Her own cum also was coating the long thick plastic member pounding inside her tender pink pussy.

The whole scene was so intoxicating, I couldn't help it anymore. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and started bouncing my body up and down on the two fleshy cocks inside me. Snake and Ash were keeping a good pace and started picking it up, faster and faster they pounded my tender pink pussy with their hard cocks. I engulfed Ash's leathery tongue even deeper as my orgasm was reaching its height. My pussy started convulsing involuntarily, contracting and expanding with each of their thrusts, making it tighter around their members. The tighter it felt, the harder and faster they plowed my pussy. 

"Oh My GAWD YES!" I threw my head back, screaming in pleasure as my cum started gushing out of my pregnant pussy, the sensation overwhelming my body. "God I LOVE Undead cock!" I pronounced. This sent Snake and Ash overboard, and they too unloaded their heavy balls out of their delicious sticky cum and bred my slutty elf pussy. The three of us collapsed on the wooden floor of the podium trying to catch our breath. By this point some of the horde men had finished being serviced by their breeders, but not all of course. The orgy went on long into the night.

As we breeders were getting ready to go into our tent, our attention was caught by Trogg's hoarse tone. "Where do you think you're going?" he called, immediately all of us breeders turned to face him. "Not all of you," he grinned, "you four," he said pointing at me, Vessa, Mina and Elia. The rest of the breeders turned and went back to the tent. "You were designated as personal breeders, did I not say that?" he said in a harsh tone, then a lust filled smile spread across his face. "Which means you will for the rest of your lives will be sleeping with and servicing your masters." he laughed. Our cheeks flushed red and a sinful giggle escaped my mouth. "Now go to your respective masters, they're waiting" he grinned. Giggling we all went our separate ways, Elia went to Thur's tent, Mina to Rall's, Vessa with Trogg, and I had the honor of being Snake's personal breeder.

As I walked into the big tent of the undead, I saw the corpse laying on a big and comfortable bed, completely naked. I could already see Snake's big cock at full attention. The mouth-less creature turned to face me. Despite his missing lower jaw, it was obvious he was VERY happy to see me come in, and the wetness in between my legs simply confirmed that I was too. "Mmm... looks like my new master needs some more of my slutty pussy" I said with a sinful giggle. Then walked towards him, swaying my hips back and forth. Dancing seductively for my new master, I slowly peeled off my clothes, revealing again my naked pregnant body to him. Unable to control myself any longer, bent over and took his blue-ish fleshy member into my mouth.

That night, even after the Orgy had finished hours earlier. Snake was not fully satisfied, and neither was I for that matter. That whole evening the only thing that was heard in the encampment were the moans of pleasure and ecstasy as Snake took my body in every position imaginable, and fucked all of my holes more than once. Even after Trogg, Thurs and Rall had finished being serviced by their new personal breeders, me and Snake continued going long into the night, all the way into the morning in fact. We didn't get any rest until the afternoon of next morning. 

The following day we had packed everything and made our ways back to the swamplands, the battle had been won, the horde had earned their 'booty' and now it was time to go back to the swamplands with our respective masters. All of the breeders were excited at what lay ahead, and some, like Vessa, were actually hoping their masters had succeeded in breeding them. The path to the horde's glory had now become much closer. 

The End



Orc Seed



Even in an occupied city, life goes on.

The orcs were encamped in the crude barracks they had thrown together on the rocky promontory near the harbor. The victorious Arkhon of the Inexorable Orcish Nation had set up his iron throne in Kohopolis itself, right in the center of the marble hall where the fugitive Prince had once reigned. The brown banners of the victorious tribes fluttered raggedly from the City's nine great towers, and labor gangs slowly and grudgingly repaired the breaches which the Arkhon's artillery had blasted through the ancient walls. The hollow-eyed sorcerers of the occupying army clustered silently in their lofty tower, chanting and whispering to the powers only they could see. The human mercenaries mostly drank, gambled, and cursed the weather which had brought the campaigning season to such an abrupt end. And the people of the City of Crows, having buried the dead and watched the last of their Prince's fleeing ships disappear over the eastern horizon, tried to stay out of the foreigners' way.

The best places were for the occupying army now, of course, so the locals drifted to the humble pubs stuffed into small cellars and shabby lean-tos. In these were the real life of the city -- the young men who had survived the siege drinking and recovering from their wounds, old men playing dominoes, and painted harlots who had eked out a living in every city since time began.

One of these taverns was Grogan's, an unremarkable dive on a dank back street. One wet, foggy afternoon in the late autumn, the dry-rotted old door creaked open, and Jana walked in. She was dressed against the weather in a long grey woolen cloak with a tattered fringe. Beneath this, she wore a cheap red gown, and the low bodice which advertised her trade was laced indelicately under the large, taut mounds of her spilling breasts. The gown was cut strangely, with a baggy gathering of cloth in front. Jana did not look much older than twenty-five, but her eyes as she surveyed the tavern had the hard-set cynicism which marked her as a whore.

A cold silence fell over the room as Jana entered. There were a couple dozen people in the inn, mostly clustered around the smoky fireplace, and those that would look at her stared with expressions of disdain or loathing. This she ignored as usual, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead and making for the bar. Two doxies of about the same age had been lounging there when she entered, chatting and laughing loudly with a couple of laborers. At Jana's approach, one shot her a look of disgust and quickly steered her client away.

The other harlot started to move away, then stopped and turned a glare of cold hatred on Jana. "Hogfucker," she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "You should be hanged, you bitch." A scornful echo murmured through the crowd. Looking Jana up and down, the prostitute drew herself up in a posture of dignified contempt.

Jana did not turn to look. She slowly extended one hand towards the girl, then gave an obscene gesture.

The angry whore stared at her, her mouth twitching as if to say something else, then spat once on the floor and left. The barman's eyes followed her towards the door, then went back to the mug he was drying.

"Wine," said Jana in a dry whisper. A square copper coin dropped to the counter with a dull clank. Without meeting her gaze, the barkeep quietly drew her a small clay mug of red wine, then moved away to stand near other customers.

Warmth slowly returned to the shabby tavern. Jana avoided the patrons, who avoided her. A few coarse remarks filtered through the low murmur that filled the taproom, and several turned sidelong glances on her, but no one disturbed her as she quietly sipped her wine. She looked straight ahead at the row of colorful glass bottles behind the bar, her expression cold and blank, though the hand that held her cup occasionally trembled.

About five minutes later the door banged suddenly open, bouncing against the wall. The room fell quiet again. Jana turned to look.

An orcish warrior stood in the doorway, tall, stern, and ugly. He bore the grey-green skin and piglike features of all his kind, with very large brow ridges, black bristles for hair, and a blunt, fat snout. His armor was of stained leather over quilted padding, gaudily adorned with rings and chains of gold. From one shoulder hung a knotted length of cord strung with three large purple beads. This Jana recognized as the mark of an officer, and she knew at once why he had come to Grogan's.

The orc stared around the room, then addressed no one in particular in a loud bellow. "Where's that human whore who fucks orcs? Is she here? I heard she was here."

Jana closed her eyes slowly with a sigh, then set down her mug. When repeated gesturing failed to attract its attention, she finally pushed away from the bar and reluctantly said, "Over here, orc."

The humanoid squinted its small black eyes at her, and pushed arrogantly through the taproom towards the bar. The crowd in the inn bristled with hostility, but kept to themselves, knowing well enough the penalty for annoying one of the orcish occupiers. Jana waited, studying the monster closely as he approached.

"You, then?" he said with a thickly grunting accent, staring her up and down.

"Me," muttered Jana, swilling the last of her wine. The orc stared at her for a moment, then shrugged. "How much and where?" he pressed, reaching for a heavy black leather purse. The other patrons at the bar eased away with final glances of revulsion.

"Upstairs. Twelve marks," rasped Jana, looking into the bottom of her mug before setting it down.

"Twelve fucking marks?" roared the orc, letting his purse fall back to his side. "You're out of your fucking mind. I can get an orc girl for four and a half. Up the arse, even!"

Jana shrugged, though her eyes darted back to his rank insignia. "Go fuck some loose-cunted orc girl then." She turned back to the bar, avoiding the gazes of the crowd. "You know why I have to charge extra," the whore muttered.

The orc gritted its teeth with annoyance, but after a moment's indecision barked, "Fine, whore. Twelve. Better be worth it."

* * * * *

"Your room smells nice," said the orcish soldier conversationally. The small wooden bed creaked slightly as he sat down. One boot came off with a damp, sweaty sound, and the monster tossed it in a corner.

"Thanks," said Jana in a hollow tone. She turned down the threadbare brown blanket in a feeble, perfunctory gesture. Underneath, a small, lumpy grayish pillow was slowly leaking feathers. The orc's other boot crashed into the corner as well. "So what's your name?" she asked blandly, untying the knot on her bodice. Jana unceremoniously slipped off her gown, letting it crumple to the floor. Naked, she crossed the room to the only other piece of furniture, a crude wooden table. On it sat a smoky, flickering tallow candle, and beside it a small clay pot with a crumbling cork stopper. Jana made two neat stacks of the orc's twelve silver pieces and picked up the pot.

"Halgog," said the orc, standing up and stretching. "Sepnarkh Halgog." He clawed at the buckles of his armor, peeling it away from his sweaty, muscular flesh. Looking up, Halgog caught sight of Jana's naked form and grunted. "You have a good arse," he offered politely. "Nice big tits, too."

Jana made no response. Dipping one slender finger into the pot, she took out a thick pat of glistening hebish oil and deftly slipped it inside herself. After a moment, however, she stopped and looked back at him. "Sepnarkh?" Jana repeated, swallowing. "You must be very important." The whore hurriedly recorked the jar of lotion and set it back on the table.

Halgog grinned, exposing yellowed teeth. He tossed the last of his dank-smelling armor into the corner with a dull thud. "That's right." The orc reached down into his leather codpiece and scratched at himself. "Bet you never fucked a nobleman before, eh?"

Jana's face was expressionless, but her thin smile tightened until her lips cracked.

His armor removed, the monster had a good scratch under his arms and around his heavily muscled neck. "I'm the commander at the Sunkald Tower, in fact," Halgog boasted. "Appointed there by the Arkhon himself. Got half his guns up there."

"Cannon, huh?" asked Jana, drawing herself up taller. The whore set a bright smile upon her face and strolled gracefully over, setting her shoulders back to let her heavy breasts bob up and down with each step. "I would have figured a strong fellow like you for the infantry." One hand reached out to toy with the deeply-gouged ridges of the orc's huge chest muscles.

"Infantry?" scoffed Halgog. "Fuck that! Tramping in the mud and huddling in trenches like a rat." His eyebrows creased in sudden mirth, and he took a step back. "Hey, whore, I got the biggest cannon of all right here." The orc pulled off his codpiece with a flourish, and his weighty package tumbled free. The monster's cock was no longer than a human's member, but very thick, formed of heavy, accordion-like folds. "Think that can do some damage?"

"Very nice," breathed Jana, reaching out a slender finger and trailing it slowly down his thick grey-purple cock ridges. "But, baby," said the whore, cupping her hand gently under the orc's huge, apple-sized balls, "don't they treat you nice up at St. Caeld's -- um, Sunkald Tower?" She let the leathery spheres roll slightly in her hand, then hefted their warm, dense weight. "Wow, these things are really full," Jana purred. "What a load you've got here, baby. Been too busy up there lately for fun, huh?" She glanced up quickly to his face.

Halgog grunted noncommittally as the whore weighed his cum-laden sack. Finally, the monster simply barked, "Yeah, I'm horny. Let's fuck. Get on the bed."

After a moment's hesitation, Jana pulled away. Mechanically, the whore turned and knelt on the bed. She got on all fours, spreading her hips apart slightly and lifting up her backside to present pert pussy lips nestled in a neatly trimmed thicket. A single bead of melting hebish oil formed at Jana's opening, trickling slowly down one thigh. She scooted forward on the bed to make room, then waited silently for her client.

The bed creaked as the burly orc knelt down. Leaning forward, he slapped his fat cock against Jana's buttocks a couple times, until it rose to its full hardness. Then, without a word, the orc leaned forward and plunged his member all the way inside her. Jana's oil-greased pussy gave way reluctantly before the grotesque cock. She hissed faintly as the monster stretched her open, then clenched her teeth as he began thrusting away. The room fell silent, aside from Halgog's short, nasal grunts as he humped crudely at his mate, and the muffled slurp of his fat cock cramming into the whore's protesting depths.

Jana's face was a pained mask as the orc's clumsy thrusts rocked her back and forth. With every jab the monster's cock ridges popped in and out, one after another, stretching her inner lips to the limit with their huge girth and then letting then close up again, over and over.

"Is that good, baby?" the whore gasped in a strained voice.

"Yeah," grunted Halgog, seizing each of her ass cheeks in one huge hand.

"Been... been a while since you had it?" said Jana, catching her breath. "Been really busy?"

Halgog leaned forward slightly, rolling his hips to let his huge sack beat lewdly against the whore's ripe ass. "Yeah," he blurted again. "Need to fuck pretty bad." The orc's hips flexed and pumped again and again as he roughly satiated his lust in her cunt.

Jana fell silent. Each monstrous thrust knocked her forward, and she gave tiny winded grunts each time the thick pipe slammed into her. Her pussy accepted the monstrous mating now, though, stretched wide and slick with oil and a faint sheen of her own. Halgog snorted and grunted as he fucked her, his snout wrinkling with the strain, but said nothing.

Finally, the whore licked her dry lips and spoke. "So do I feel like an orc girl, honey?" She turned her head slightly to look back at him. "Pink any tighter than green?"

Halgog exhaled suddenly with an angry groan, and Jana cringed. But he barked, "Fuck if I remember! There's no pussy at my garrison!"

"No?" pressed Jana, relaxing. "Sickness or something, huh?"

"No!" snapped Halgog, grimacing. "It's those fucking halfbreed hobgoblins." His thrusts slowed, and one hand clenched into a fist. His voice grew loud and angry. "Fuck knows why they were made the quartermasters. We can't get shit for supplies!" The orc waved his hand around in frustration. "No beer, no pussy, no firewood, no fucking nothing! Shit's probably piled up in the warehouse while the little gobs play cards and scratch their arses."

Jana started to speak, but Halgog went on. "Can you believe that shit?" he growled, grimacing and thrusting into her especially hard. "I'm a fucking Sepnarkh and I can't even get any fucking gunpowder. Ours got the damp. I put in, but of course there's nothing for two weeks. We can't even fire salutes for ships entering harbor. Fucking ridiculous!" 

Jana froze.

"Hey, whore!" barked the orc, irritated. "You stopped moving!" A stinging slap cracked across her upthrust cheeks. "Get fucking!"

Jana gritted her teeth, then made an apologetic, noncommittal sound. After a second, she wriggled her ass at the monster enticingly. "Sorry, baby, I'm just not used to your big orc cock," Jana meekly murmured. She glanced at the shuttered window. Outside, afternoon was passing into evening.

The huge orc snorted with laughter and purposely stabbed her in the cunt. Jana grunted with discomfort. "Better get used to it," said Halgog, his face twisting into a lewd grin. The monster grabbed her hips and leaned over, beginning to pump away with sharp, bestial strokes. His fat member stretched apart her tight opening, each thick ring of the ribbing pressing against her clinging cunt walls one at a time as it passed. Heavily laden balls smacked against her ass with loud, meaty slaps.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Jana mumbled, glancing around the room. Her heavy cloak lay across a chair. She closed her eyes and swallowed slowly. Her trembling voice turned back into a purr. "Fuck, you're big." The whore opened her eyes and turned her head to look back at him with a crooked smile. "Bigger than the other orcs."

Halgog grunted. The muscles rippled beneath the mottled green of his strong thighs as he worked away at her. His grip tightened, dirty fingernails pressing into her smooth flesh. "Come on, stretch out your little human girl," Jana pouted, glancing back at the window. She wriggled her hips again. "I need to be big enough inside to take your giant cock." 

"Knew you'd like it," growled Halgog through his teeth, slapping her ass again. The room echoed with obscene slurps as the orc fought frantically to cram himself inside her. Droplets of melted hebish oil squeezed from her gash with every thrust, spurting onto the monster's chest and running down the insides of Jana's thighs. "You little pink cunts -- can't resist -- a taste of orcish cock." Deep inside her belly, the thick, gnarled shaft began to tremble. Closing her eyes, the whore bit her lip.

The orc's nostrils flared in a great wheeze as he suddenly crouched forward, mounting her completely. Jana gasped as his weight pressed down upon her back. Halgog's short chest hair was coarse and bristly, and his hugely knotted muscles ground against the whore with every quickly-jerking thrust. Again and again the creature drove his member inside the whore, opening her and forcing her straining pussy to accept his grotesque cock. The bed rocked forwards, thumping against the wall as he pounded away. Tight and hard with the monster's boiling seed, the great leathery sack crashed against her buttocks. 

"Can't help it, baby," she whined, pressing her cheek against the pillow. Jana spread her hips a little farther, splaying her gooey cunt wide open to him submissively, letting the monster use her. "Got to give it up to orc cock every day." A faint smell began to permeate the air of the small room, growing stronger as Halgog hungrily coupled with his whore -- the salty, bestial musk of an orc in rut.

A sudden vicious, pussy-stretching thrust sent Jana sprawling forward. She yelped, and glanced quickly back at him. The orcish officer's lip was drawn back in a pained sneer, letting his yellow, curled lower teeth protrude. Beads of sour-smelling sweat were forming on his neck. "Wanna make this last," Halgog grunted, eyebrows knotted in a frown. "You were fucking expensive." 

"Mmm," Jana breathed impatiently, narrowing her eyes and looking up at the window again. She began to thrust backwards to meet his pumps, her hips eagerly inviting her breeding. "But those fat balls feel so good slapping against me." Halgog's arms, which straddled her shoulders as he crouched atop her, slowly squeezed together, gripping Jana between them and holding her down. The whore could not move now, crushed beneath the monster's weight, her upturned ass impaled on his swollen shaft. His gnarled, muscular buttocks rose and fell mechanically, pumping his fat pipe in and out of the juicy, gaping cunt. The orc was little more than a beast now, mounted upon his helpless mate and burying his bloated member inside her depths.

"Got something good in there for me, honey? You gonna seed me like a boar?" An apprehensive note trembled in Jana's voice. Halgog's pendulous sack was beginning to swell even bigger now, as his monstrous balls filled to the brim with steaming orcish cum. "Your big orcish balls are so fucking heavy." She swallowed and shivered. "Oh, baby, it feels like a lot," Jana whimpered, her voice steadying. "So much cum for a human girl. You need to pump it all in my belly, baby, and fill me up. Make me take it all! I want it all. Let me have it!"

"Fuck," spat Halgog, throwing his head backwards. "With... you... talk..." he sputtered hoarsely. "I can't fucking last in this cunt!" The orc gritted his teeth. His bloated pipe plunged into her. Jana's cunt walls fluttered and squeezed at him, kneading the wrinkled folds of his fat, throbbing cock. The monster's enormous balls grew tighter and heavier by the second, desperate to be milked of their boiling spunk.

"Then don't," hissed Jana, as the orc's body teetered on the edge. "Come on, you ugly fuck. Shoot that big hot load in me." Halgog gave an aggravated growl, his whole body beginning to shake as the pressure inside him became uncontrollable. The orc's huge, straining bag, now taut and firm with his backed-up load, squeezed against her splayed backside. "Do it!" she urged him, quelling her fear. "Give your little human whore a big belly!" The orc howled helplessly. "Make me fat with orc cum!"

"Bitch --!" howled Halgog, and exploded. Jana braced herself, fingers digging into her pillow, and squeezed her eyes shut. The fat orcish cock began to expand like an great fleshy spring, each fold unwrinkling. It doubled and redoubled in length, coiling round and round in a twisting, probing curlicue. Jana trembled slightly as the straining member darted frantically about at the very depths of her cunt. Suddenly, the narrow, pointed cockhead jabbed against her tightly clinging cervix.

In an instant he was in. Orc cock twisted around and around like a corkscrew, popping open Jana's tightest depths, wrenching her open and violating her womb. Halgog let out a strangled roar as he locked with her and began to pour out his flood. Sizzling jets of seed exploded inside her, racing through the monstrous coil of his cock and splashing into her belly. The great orc held perfectly still, holding Jana entrapped in his crushing grip as he bred her. His overloaded sack jerked and clenched, forcing rank orcish seed into his mate. 

Jana trembled as the thick, shuddering hose pumped the orc's inhuman load inside her. Her womb quickly filled, then began to stretch as it was forced to take cup after cup of his sour spunk. Halgog grunted and snorted mindlessly, his whole body seized by the animal desire to inseminate her.




Orc Seed



The whore shook her head almost imperceptibly, biting fiercely at her lip. Her fingers clutched the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white, twining and untwining, as her body reluctantly accepted the monstrous seeding. Jana grimaced and shook her head, harder this time.

But as the orc continued to breed her, the hot spunk coursing through his cock and emptying into her jism-stuffed depths, one trembling hand let go of the sheets. Jana bit her lip again, her face clenched as if with pain and grief. Then her hand stole down, down to between her legs.

It did not take much.

The whore screamed and threw back her head, her whole body convulsing. As Jana clawed feverishly at her swollen clit, her aching pussy tightly squeezed the orc's long, twisted cock. She screamed again and shuddered. Her spasming cunt jerked and tugged at him, as if desperate to milk out more of his fetid, steaming cream.

At that moment Halgog made a choking sound deep in his throat. A bulge wound its way through his long, twisting cock and gurgled into Jana's womb, and then another and another, like beads on a necklace. Clots of a much thicker spunk, dredged up from the bottoms of the orc's huge balls, clumped together in the ocean of cum inside her. The monster shuddered and pressed against his mate, forcibly emptying out his aching sack and bloating her more and more with his spend.

Her shudders subsiding, Jana's head slowly slumped back down to the pillow. She hid her face.

Halgog gave a final low moan. One last bulge, walnut-sized and hot, squeezed stubbornly along his straining cock, depositing a gluey plug of thick goo in her cervix. Halgog trembled, then was still. Presently, he began to snore.

Jana sighed. She waited a couple minutes, then wriggled gently back and forth until the wilted prick uncoupled from her. Exhausted now, the grotesque member shrank slowly together, folding itself up into a squat, gray-green lump sunk into the monster's coarse, matted hair. The whore rocked gingerly back and forth a couple times, then leaned over and rolled the unconscious orc off of her. Halgog fell sideways, tumbled off the edge of the bed, and crashed to the floor, still snoring.

* * * * *

It was cold and windy on the hilltop above Raven's Point. From this vantage, the city was little more than a blurry collection of lights against the northern horizon, but the bay lay out beneath her like a blue-black carpet, stubbornly reflecting the light of a waxing moon. Jana started to draw her cloak around herself largely out of habit, but she was warm enough even without the small signal fire. Supporting herself against a large rock, she tried to ignore her sore back and the heat in her belly.

She did not have to wait long until even the faint moonlight was enough to reveal the form of a graceful caravel making its way cautiously up the rocky coast. It made anchor off the point, and a pinprick of quivering light showed where a rowboat inched towards land.

The boat crunched up on the pebbly beach. A lone swordsman leapt ashore, rapier clattering against the bow and high-topped leather boots sliding on the wet rocks. Usually Jana came down to meet him, but today she did not move from her spot. After a moment, the man clambered up the rocky promontory to meet her. She leaned against the boulder and watched him, arms crossed and hugging herself.

"Lady Falmaen," said the young man politely, doffing a broad black cap emblazoned with the Prince's arms. "A good evening to you. I hope we have not kept you waiting."

Jana shook her head.

After a long pause, the man smiled hesitantly. "Well, then. Ah. I take it you have some information that...?" He broke off awkwardly as Jana leaned forwards.

The folds of her cloak fell open, revealing her red gown, now almost drum-tight. Jana's belly was hugely swollen, a massive taut bulge straining at the seams of her dress. To all appearances she looked pregnant, her womb fully inflated with a syrupy mass of orc cum which sloshed audibly and bent her back slightly under its weight. Her plump, full breasts were pillowed atop the great bubble. At the very front of Jana's overstuffed belly, her navel had popped out from the pressure and formed a small hard lump under the tight dress. The monster had pumped pints of its hot spunk into her, flowing thicker and thicker until finally sealing her up with a jelly-like plug. She would bear his immense, gurgling load for days until it melted.

The sheer size of her cum-bloated midsection made breathing labored, and Jana took a deep breath before answering. "Edwin," she managed.

"My lady?" His gaze flicked instantly away from her form.

Not looking him in the eye, Jana blurted, "At St. Cael's Tower. Half the Arkhon's cannon are posted there, but they have no powder. No resupply for as much as a fortnight, perhaps."

The dim firelight revealed the man's startled face. "That's --" He broke into an amazed grin. "My lady! Then we have them!" He looked back at the rowboat. If the sailors could not hear, they could surmise that there was good news; an excited hubbub wafted up the beach.

"Tell the Prince to land there," Jana went on, as if she had not heard him. She stared at the ground, flickering shadows hiding her face.

The messenger's grin slipped at her manner, then faded. He looked keenly at Jana, his gaze falling again to her swollen belly. She said nothing.

Finally the young man cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke up. "I... my lady, this is news of surpassing value and importance." There was a pause. "I believe your hus-... Lord Falmaen would have been very proud."

Jana's lips parted, but no words formed.

The two stood there in silence for a long moment. The fitful wind cast about a faint cloud of ashes from the dying fire. Then the messenger bowed again, very formally. "My lady." He turned and clambered carefully back down the hillside.

She watched him help the sailors push the small boat back into the water and heave himself aboard. The swinging lantern at the stern faded into a pinprick again, then merged with the distant ship. Jana turned to go.

The tears came later, as they always did.



Orc



She pulled him, by the cock, back down on top of her and positioned him so that he was pressed to her hungry sex, ready to thrust into her. Misty wrapped her legs round his buttocks trying to force him in, but there was no need, the orc was unconcerned with the sudden role reversal and gave her what she wanted; A vagina full of the greatest phallus she had ever desired. 

"Yesss..." she hissed, taking even greater pleasure from knowing that her greatest fantasy was being fulfilled in its own skewed way.

The great orc thrust slowly at first allowing her to grow accustomed to the size of his member once more. Misty moaned as she felt him bump her cervix with every thrust, spreading her legs as much as possibly to accommodate the now welcome visitor. When he leant forward to kiss her she even began to kiss back giving all her passion to wrestling their tongues together. She spurred the orc to deeper thrusts trying to get friction on her clitoris again... she was almost there! Misty could feel the contours and ridge of the penis, swearing she could even feel its pulse she was so tightly crammed. The orc was losing control, pumping harder and holding her tighter, he released her lips and she felt and heard him panting hotly in her ear.

Misty grabbed his impossibly taut ass and forced him into her as far as he would go. The orc choked out a harsh gasp then bit down on her shoulder painfully. She knew he would be erupting within her at any moment and vigorously rubbed her achingly hard nub against the base of his primed orc cock, he wasn't going anywhere without her! She felt her ecstasy rise to a crescendo just as the first jet of semen burst forth within her. They simultaneously threw their heads back and roared their conjoined peaks of pleasure. They shook together as he filled her with copious amounts of his hot seed; she felt every gout even as he felt every squeeze as she came tremendously around him. Misty lost all sense of self for several long moments as the pleasure washed over and through her. She felt truly alive, for the first time in her life.

The two of them lay panting against each other, oblivious to each others' differences for a few glorious minutes. Misty noticed that even as his cock softened within her he still completely filled her. She luxuriated in the orgasmic afterglow stubbornly refusing to return to reality and the terrifying thought that now that he was finished with her he could very well decide to kill her...

The orc propped himself up and looked her dead in the eyes. She stared back at him, trying to retain some of the fire she had wielded during their violent liaison. Misty saw that he had decided something, but had no idea what, even as he got up, hoisted her over his shoulder and marched her off to an unknown destination...



Orchard



Tricia was not having one of her best days. Neighbors had made enough noise to wake the dead last night and it had been difficult to fall asleep. And, once asleep, the old dream came back. It had been years since 'the incident' but the old nightmares rear their ugly heads from time to time and this one had been a monster: trying to stay awake so that you'll hear if he comes down the hall only works for so long and then you fall asleep. In the sleep of dreams, you hear all the things that should tell you that he's coming down the hall but none of them actually awaken you; you just become more and more afraid. The doorknob starts to turn, the bedroom door opens with a slow, loud screech which should wake the entire county but doesn't even wake you, the low, even breathing as he stands in the doorway, and finally, the soft footfalls as he walks toward you. Nothing wakes you until he's touching your bare shoulder and then, you are silently swinging at his head, moving towards him, past him, and running through the maze that was home before you went to bed.

The real incident was much, much less than the anger and grief it caused, the dreams being a key part of the latter. This morning had dawned with the feeling like a hangover pounding through her body but no aspirin could touch it. Then, to be treated like a worthless servant at work was the final straw. She had walked out 30 minutes before the end of her shift, fully intending to never set foot in that hellhole again, her anger lasting almost until she got to the car. There, walking briskly through the third floor of the parking lot, she had felt the tears coming. By the time she reached her beloved Honda, she was sobbing and had trouble getting the key into the lock. Finally within the relative safety of her car, she broke down completely, surrendering. 

Some time later, she turned the ignition and started towards the exit. The radio, which is always on in Tricia's car, didn't come on. She looked at it puzzled, but before what was wrong dawned on her, she reached the exit. When the car before her handed the woman in the booth a ticket, she groaned aloud, remembering only then that her ticket was in her locker at work, waiting to be validated. There was no damned way she was going back, maybe not ever, certainly not today. Tricia opened her wallet, found the 'lost ticket' money she'd stashed just in case this happened, and handed it to the woman when it was her turn. Smiling as if she were actually listening to the cashier’s refund speech, she left the lot and turned into the late morning traffic.

Only when she was on the freeway did she glance again at the radio and notice the obvious: there was a cassette in it that had been given to her as a gift yesterday. After turning up the volume, she found the cassette's case and saw that the artist was a woman. Then she heard the music. It was beautiful! Saying all of the things her heart needed to hear, the song captivated her. She was almost three miles past her exit before Tricia knew she'd missed it and, by then, she didn't even care. The songs sang to her and she sang to them, driving south, smiling once again, and only looking down once to see that she had nearly a full tank of gas.

The miles floated by and still with no destination in mind, she turned off the freeway onto a two-lane road that looked like it went forever. On both sides, there were acres and acres of grape vines. Passing at least two wineries, she came to fields of dairy cows and horses. Fascinated by horses since a child, she couldn't resist stopping by a fence and getting out of the car to watch a while. As if he knew her, a large, high-spirited quarter horse pranced up to the fence and whinnied a hello. Tricia reached over the fence and he walked up to nuzzle her hand and enjoy a few pats on the snout. Tricia left as he left, feeling her spirits soaring.

Driving a couple miles beyond the pastureland, she came upon miles of orchards, most with trees full of bright red apples. Just looking at them started her mouth watering so, when she saw the sign advertising an upcoming fruit stand, she immediately slowed and turned into the gravel parking area.

She got out of the car and was met almost instantaneously by a tall, darkly tanned kid in his late teens. He greeted her and led her to the stand, talking almost poetically about the history of this orchard and its crop. Tricia took an immediate liking to him, and he to her, as she looked over the baskets of freshly picked apples. After a few minutes, he stopped her, frowned as if thinking about something, then suggested that, if she had an hour, she could go with him to find and pick even fresher apples directly from the trees. Delighted, she waited while he got another family member to watch the stand, then went with him into the trees.

He showed her how to tell if the fruit was almost ripe, ripe for the picking, and over-ripe. He also picked samples of each for her to taste before starting her own picking. Soon, they were deep into the orchard and talking about other kinds of fruit, picking season, life on an orchard, and many less than important things.

Before she knew it, it was getting dark. (She guessed that she had been in the trees for at least 3 hours, talking, laughing, and picking the occasional apple just to munch on.) He insisted on inviting her for dinner (which his kind and cheery mother cooked) and she couldn't bring herself to refuse. After dinner, the family sat around a small rug in the living room of the orchard's main house and told Tricia jokes, funny stories, and family history trivia. Tricia never had the urge to leave and, when it was late and the boy's parents went off to bed, he told her that she could stay the night with them, that she should stay the night with him. He promised to be a perfect gentleman and she surprised herself by agreeing to stay if he'd keep his promise.

After showering, she redressed and waited on the side of his bed for him to finish showering, too. (He, too, returned to the room fully dressed). Then he pulled back the blanket, lay on the top sheet, and turned his back. Tricia thought a minute, turned off the light, then lay down on the other side of the bed. He turned to her after a moment and she shook her head. He nodded in the semi-dark and fluffed his pillow for sleep. She did the same and they both smiled shyly. She put her hand in front of her in a warding off gesture, he nodded again, and she turned her back to him. They lay like that for almost an hour, until Tricia felt that she could trust him. Sliding backwards slowly, she moved to him and he wrapped around the contour of her body, lying together like spoons. When she felt his arousal, she moved slightly away, but never to far to prevent feeling him close.

Sometime in the night, after they had both slept for a while, she woke from no nightmares, turned to look at the quiet but awake boy, and slid out of bed long enough to remove most of her clothing and return to the bed, under the sheets this time. She looked at him and he did the same. And, very, very slowly, Tricia turned her back to him, slid close to him again, and, beside a stranger, a boy she didn't know, she slept the most peaceful night of her life. And, this time when she slept, she dreamed of skipping in an endless orchard and holding a boy's hand.