by Reed James
But I didn't fight it. My pussy grew wetter and wetter, my nipples harder. I squirmed, savoring his growls. He was strong. He was bigger than any human male, and he had made Angela moan so loudly when he took her.
I gasped as he threw me down on to the grass, my excitement blunting the pain.
He stood over me, staring down at me with such hunger in his eyes. His cock tented the front of his kilt, thick and hard. He ripped away his clothing, baring his naked body. His red-brown skin rippled as his muscles flexed.
“You're so strong,” I found myself purring.
Thrak fell on me. He pushed my thighs wide apart. His mouth buried into my pussy. When Serisia said he would take me, I thought he would just fuck me, not eat my pussy. My back arched against his hungry mouth while his thick tongue devoured me.
“Pater's cock,” I moaned as my hips undulated. “Oh, yes. Eat me. Devour me. You've earned it for fighting. That's it. Take your reward, warrior.”
The words seemed to rise unbidden to my lips. I didn't know why I was praising him. He was a big, dumb warrior. I shouldn't be this turned on by him. But the way his hand squeezed my ass as he devoured me, pulling me against his mouth...
It was like he owned my pussy. It was like I was his reward.
My pussy clenched at the wild thought. I bucked into his hungry mouth. My eyes fluttered as he devoured me. I humped against him, moaning my delight. My hands seized tufts of grass, pulling them up as the passion built.
His fingers pried my asscheeks farther apart. His fat fingers pushed into them as his tongue fucked my pussy. I moaned as he penetrated my asshole. His finger was as thick as some men's cocks. I gasped, my bowels squeezing about him.
“Yes, yes,” I screamed, delirious with lust. It was like his feverish state infected me with his primal passion. “Eat me. Make me cum. Then you can fuck me. Then you can stick that thick cock into my cunt and pound me!”
I wanted that. My body shuddered again. I wanted him to ravish me. I wanted to be fucked so hard by him. My toes curled in my shoes. My hips humped against his mouth. His tongue swiped through my folds, driving me wild with his passions.
“Yes, yes. Eat me, Thrak. Show me how mighty and strong you are. Make me cum!”
He growled into my pussy. His finger fucked faster in and out of my ass. I clenched and relaxed on him as I bucked into his hungry maw. My body trembled. My nipples ached. I bit my lip as the pleasure built and built.
“Yes! Pater's cock, yes! This is amazing!”
His strong lips pressed into my pussy. He mastered me. He devoured me. My orgasm burst through me.
I thrashed on the grass as my mind was inundated with bliss. I squirmed and screamed wordless praise to the mighty orc devouring my pussy. My juices squirted out of me as my cunt contracted and my bowels massaged his fingers.
“Fuck me, Thrak!” I screamed, my pussy needing more.
Thrak rose, his cock jutting so long before him. He was thicker than Xera or any other cock I had had. My pussy clenched in anticipation. I even wanted to feel the bone ring pierced through the tip of his cock slide through my sheath.
“Take me!” I shouted. “I'm your prize. Fuck me!”
“Mine!” he bellowed as he fell on me. His body was heavy, solid, and wonderful atop me. “Mine.”
“Yes! Yours. Fuck me! Fuck your prize!”
My nipples rubbed against his scarred chest as his cock slammed into my depths. My eyes widened. Pain and pleasure mixed as my pussy stretched. He was so wonderfully thick. His girth stretched me open. I shuddered in delight as I was filled.
My hips bucked into his powerful thrusts. The bone ring was hard, caressing the walls of my pussy as his girth slammed into me. My pussy clenched on his cock as he pounded me hard. His balls slapped into my body with a wonderful, meaty thwack.
His bellows were so strong. He growled as he fucked me like a beast.
“Yes!” I hissed, my fingernails clawing his back as the pleasure built inside of me.
Another orgasm burst through me. I writhed beneath him, my pussy spasming about his slamming cock. The pleasure burned hot through me. My toes curled. He grunted as my fingernails slid across his back.
“Yes! Keep fucking me!” I growled. “Gods, yes.”
Another orgasm followed on the heels of the first. My pussy was alive with pleasure. I heaved and shuddered beneath his bulk. I bucked up into the primal strength of the orc as I shuddered beneath him. My pussy convulsed and milked his cock.
“Cum in me!” I moaned. “You've earned it.”
“My...reward...” he snarled between brutish grunts.
“Yes!”
His cock slammed into me. The hot, powerful blasts of his cum filled me. My body drank in the magical energy of orc cum. My eyes widened as another orgasm rushed through me. I spasmed beneath him as he growled. His hips thrust over and over, his cock erupting so much cum into me.
“Yes,” I panted. “Oh, yes, Thrak.”
His dilated pupils retreated. His face twisted as he stared down into my eyes. “You...saved me, Faoril.”
I smiled at him. “I guess I did.”
His lips crushed mine in a kiss. I sighed into their strength. A cool hand touched mine. Serisia knelt beside us, a happy smile on her face as she gripped my hand.
~ * ~
Fireeyes – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation
“What an amazing slaughter,” I smiled as I strode around the hill. “So many dead. Most butchered by the same weapon.”
“You can tell that, Master?” the simulacrum asked, her voice flat. She had no real interest other than providing me with conversation.
“I can,” I grinned, stepping over one dead orc, his body bloated after days of sitting in the sun. “A very sharp, heavy weapon. An ax. The weapon of Thrak.”
“He is dangerous, Master, if he did all this.”
“Yes, he is,” I smiled. “But he's also so courteous to leave us these fine resources.”
“Are you going to animate them, Master?”
I smiled. If Thrak wanted to leave a carpet of dead in his wake, I would put them to use.
Chapter Twenty-One: Aftermath
Journeyman Mage Faoril – Ghost Wolves' Tribal Land, Federation of Larg
As the lust died down in my body, the powerful orgasms fading and leaving behind buzzing bliss, confusion gripped me. What had just happened? One moment, Thrak was a berserker fucking me harder than I had ever been taken in my life. And then...he changed.
He kissed me now, his thick lips surprisingly gentle on mine. The orc barbarian's calloused finger caressed my cheek while Serisia, the phantom of his dead wife, gripped my hand. His cock was still hard in me, his cum hot inside my pussy, giving me a boost to the magic I had expended battling the orc shaman.
How could he be so dangerous and so gentle at the same time?
Thrak broke the kiss. His eyes were haunted. His words echoed in my mind: You...you saved me.
“Do you...hate fighting?” I asked as I stared up at his swarthy, brown-red body, his muscular chest covered in scars.
“Fighting is a necessity,” he answered. “Reason dictates we should not act in a manner self-destructive to our life or deny ourselves the means to preserve it. Today, the Ghost Wolves sought to deprive of us life and liberty. Morally, it was right that we fight.”
I blinked. “That sounds like the Philosopher Hobbeth's discourse in 'Musing upon Liberty.'”
A smile crossed Thrak's lips. “A good read.” He rolled off of me, lying on his back and staring up at the blue sun. Serisia's spirit pressed up beside me, her smile growing broader. I frowned at the spirit. My confusion only mounted.
“How have you read Hobbeth out here?”
“Serisia gave it to me,” Thrak answered. “We spent a night discussing it. She had...a different set of beliefs.”
“I once thought pacifism was how enlightened men and women should live,” Serisia smiled. “I hoped to undermine Hobbeth's views with Pendahl
's. Of course, after a month of living out here, I learned how weak Pendahls's blatherings were.”
I looked back and forth at them. “Why would you give a book to a...?”
“Barbarian?” Thrak asked. “An uncouth killer that butchers his enemies and leaves only ruin behind?”
“I didn't mean it like that,” I flushed.
“You did.” He said the words so matter-of-fact. “Humans think we are stupid. But we are merely uneducated. There is a broad difference. And, unlike most orcs, I am educated. I studied and was taught my letters. My father had visions of the Red Eyes becoming more than a tribe. He thought human ideas would improve us.
“A noble vision, but my brethren do not have the time to spare on anything save surviving. But, it afforded me my education and enrollment in the University of Allenoth. I changed many opinions about orcs there.”
“And kidnapped me away,” Serisia smiled, her cool body pressing tighter against mine. “How could I resist him?”
Her words were husky. I shifted, glancing at Thrak. He was...impressive. And not just the size of his half-hard cock lying wet on his stomach. My pussy clenched, remembering him stretching me out as he took me hard. He was muscled, strong, virile, and scarred. He had fought and killed.
And he also raged.
“When I asked if you hated fighting, I meant...what happens when you...”
“Rage?” he finished. “It's a fugue state I can enter where only the basest part of my intelligence acts. My id. I am reduced to pure, animalistic emotions. Rage, lust, hunger. I will keep going, my conscious, higher level intelligence unable to seize control. I am a passenger riding upon a spooked horse, unable to stop, not knowing if I will be thrown and die or if the ride will come to a peaceful stop. Exhaustion, severe wounds, or satiating of lusts is all that will stop me.”
He held up his hands, staring at them. “I hate it. I hate how much I need it. I hate how it lurks inside of me, ready to burst out when I am too weak. But I am too afraid to be rid of it. Too afraid of the possibility I will need to berserk and cannot because I chained the beast.”
I stared at him, my eyes burning. “I...” What could I say?
“We should return. They will be worried about your safety.”
“Okay.” My voice hoarse, cracking.
~ * ~
Acolyte Sophia
“He tried to kill you, Angela,” I hissed.
“The rage tried to kill me,” Angela countered.
Xera limped to us, favoring her right leg. Pain creased the elf's face. She glanced in the direction Thrak had carried off Faoril. Why had Faoril stripped naked before the brute? It was like she was...offering herself to be fucked.
“Some orcs rage,” Angela continued. “They lose themselves in their emotions. Only sex, death, or exhaustion free them.”
My cheeks colored. “He's fucking her right now?”
“Rather hard,” Angela said wistfully.
“You sound jealous.”
Angela put her right arm around my shoulders while her left hand went down to my naked breast and gave it a squeeze. Milk beaded my nipple. She kissed me. Her lips were sweet with my breast milk. I had just healed her.
I shuddered into the kiss. Wonderful, delightful flutters shot through me. Battles were so strange, so exhilarating and scary all at the same time. When they were over, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to embrace my lover and prove we both lived by having hot, sultry, wonderful sex.
I was breathless when she broke the kiss.
“Yeah, I'm a little jealous,” Angela admitted. “I like guys. I like to be fucked hard as much as I love dominating my cute, little Acolyte.” She paused. “No, I love dominating you, Sophia.”
I smiled at her.
“Now, Xera looks banged up. You should heal her.”
“I would appreciate it,” the elf said, her voice strained. “The orc shaman threw me.”
“Oh, you poor thing.” I lifted my arms, reaching for her. Xera knelt, and I grasped her shoulders, pulling her mouth to my small breast. Her ears twinged amid her short, greenish hair. Her lips latched onto my nipple.
She suckled.
“That's it,” I purred. “Drink Saphique's blessing.”
I stroked through her green hair and enjoyed the sensation of her suckling. I could almost forget about the death and destruction around us. Almost. I didn't allow myself to cum. The nasty bruise swelling Xera's thigh faded from deep purple to rot brown to sour yellow and then her pale, green-tinged hue returned.
Her ears twitched more.
“Thank you,” smiled the elf.
“I am always glad to,” I smiled and embraced Xera.
“I'm going to track down our horses,” Angela said.
“I will aid you,” Xera nodded. “They are scared and frightened, but we are their friends and we shall lure them back.”
“Oh, I'm coming, too,” I said. “You are not leaving me behind.”
I stood and closed my robe. A dead orc lay nearby. It disturbed me that I wasn't disturbed. I had seen battles and death now. Why had I grown used to the sight of blood and destruction? It wasn't right. No one should. Why was I chosen for this Quest? Why me over any of the better qualified Acolytes?
Was it just to appease my mother? I bet she had sent the church a large donation to force the High Virgin to choose me. That would be just like the Duchess of Tith. But if I hadn't come, I never would have met Angela or Xera or Faoril.
“What are we going to do about Thrak?” I asked as we trooped off across the grass.
“What about him?” Angela asked.
“He tried to kill you. We can't trust a man like that.”
“He didn't kill me.” Angela glanced at me. “I would have died if Thrak didn't rage. He saved my life. You saw me. I was battered. That was a Ghost Wolf berserker Thrak killed.”
“But, still, he's dangerous.”
“Everyone is dangerous.” Angela put her arm around me, her armor clinking. “Even you.”
“I'm not dangerous,” I flushed.
“I seem to recall a scared acolyte stabbing a panthopus and saving a certain knight from being bred.”
My cheeks burned hotter. “I didn't know what I was doing.”
“Doesn't make you any less dangerous. But Thrak can be stopped by sex. Faoril or I will be on hand. And Xera might do it in a pinch.”
Xera shuddered. “He's so...solid. No tits. A cock should only be on a woman. It's disgusting on a man.”
“It's disgusting on a woman, too,” I giggled. “But I still like you, Xera.”
The elf's laugh echoed across the plain. “It's a pity your oaths to your goddess prevent you from knowing the joys of my cock. Angela can't get enough of it.”
“Well, it does mix the best of both worlds, the thick, throbbing, hot shaft cumming inside of you attached to a curvy, sexy body.” Angela's arm tightened on my shoulders. “I'm coming to enjoy the feminine touch a bit more than the masculine. But only a smidgen. I'll be getting hot and sweaty with Thrak every few nights. That orc can fuck.”
~ * ~
Knight-Errant Angela
We found the horses. By the time we returned, Thrak and Faoril were waiting for us. There was a closeness between them. Faoril, who had despised Thrak earlier, was talking to him when we arrived. It was animated, spirited.
They used a lot of big words.
Faoril rode at Thrak's side as he led the party, the pair still talking and laughing. They held a spirited debate on the limits of power that should be placed on any ruling body to protect the natural-born rights, given by the gods, to every sentient creature. I did not understand what they were talking about. They kept quoting philosophers.
“They sound like a lecture in the temple,” Sophia whispered. “Or one of my tutors. I never could be bothered. It gives me a headache arguing over words like that.”
I snorted in laughter.
We camped in a depression. No watch was necessary. The Ghost Wolves tribe had all but be
en destroyed. Their women and children were out there, but Thrak believed the bulk of their warriors perished. They may never recover and will most likely be absorbed by another tribe, possibly the Bloody Wyverns.
I wasn't surprised when Faoril settled down with Thrak on the other side of the fire. Sophia pulled me down on our side. Then she waved to Xera who sat on the hilltop, nibbling on a few stalks of grass.
“Come down with us,” Sophia smiled.
My nipples hardened. I was naked beneath the blankets, spooning Sophia from behind. My nipples rubbed on her back. I rubbed my tits on her back as I reached around to caress between her thighs. Her shaved pussy was wet. She moaned, her tongue piercing clicking against her teeth.
Xera sauntered down, her large tits jiggling. She undid her belt and set her quiver of arrows beside the bedroll. Sophia opened her end of the bedroll for the elf, and Xera slid gracefully in. There was nothing Xera didn't do gracefully.
“Thank you for your kind offer,” purred Xera.
“There is nothing kind about it,” Sophia moaned. “I'm just horny for elf pussy. It tastes so delicious. Sixty-nine with me.”
“And what am I supposed to do?” I asked as Xera repositioned herself.
“Whatever naughty thing you can think of,” Sophia grinned as she pressed her head between Xera's thighs.
They lay on their sides, their lips noisily eating each other's pussies. I squeezed my thighs together, peering over Sophia's shoulder and witnessing her tongue sliding through the elf's pussy. The flowery scent of marigolds filled my nose—Xera's excitement.
“Mmm, delicious,” moaned Sophia as she flicked her tongue piercing through Xera's folds. The elf let out a wicked sigh.
“Eat her pussy, slut,” I purred into Sophia's ear. “Make Xera cum.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sophia groaned before her tongue flicked through Xera's folds again.
I grinned and rolled over. I grabbed Sophia's pouch and pulled the blanket off the two women as they ate each other's pussies. Xera's green hair spilled over Sophia's pale thighs. The elf's ears twitched. My pussy grew wetter as I pulled out the dildo and strap-on from the pouch, then pulled on the harness.
