by Eden Redd
Lord Dubok gave a hearty laugh, “You intrigue me with this possible solution.”
“I feel like I’m missing something,” Trystan said as the orc eyed the druid.
The Orc Lord turned to the mage and gave a sly grin, “The witch and druid mean to say that we would negotiate with our bodies in an intimate fashion.”
Trystan’s eyes widened, “You mean…..”
Lord Dubok turned his head to Lori, “I am willing to follow the Nobo Accord….” The orc lord then turned to his wife, “…..will you join me at my side?”
Lady Ursa smiled and nodded to her husband, “It sounds exciting,” The Orc Lady turned her black eyes to Trystan.
The orc lord stuck out his chin, “You may choose your negotiating party but the Ink Witch may not be a part of it. As much as I would enjoy exploring her body, she is far too powerful to be trusted.”
Lori nodded reluctantly, “Trystan and Aznara will be part of my team.”
The mage and succubus looked at the green haired druid in disbelief.
Lord Dubok glanced at his wife and then turned his head to the captain, “Lady Ursa and Captain Sord will be on my team.”
“No hold on. Do we have a say in this?” Trystan blurted out the question.
Lori turned her head slightly in Trystan’s direction, “You do not have to join. But if we do not have an equal amount then we cannot carry on with negotiations.”
Gwen looked to the mage, “Trystan……” the name hung heavy in the air.
Trystan picked up his goblet and took a long deep sip, “It sounds like we don’t have much of a choice,” The mage said after putting his cup down.
Lord Dubok smiled, “Not if you want to see the ruins and take your important notes.
Lori bowed again, “It is settled then?”
The orc lord bowed his head to the petite druid, “I will have the servants prepare a room. After dinner we can continue with our negotiations in comfort.”
Trystan looked to Aznara. The succubus had a heated glassy eyed expression. The demoness then licked her lips. The mage picked up his goblet again and finished it. Gwen reached over with a bottle and poured more into his cup, a sad expression etched into her brow.
Eleven
Trystan walked along behind the group with guards behind him. Wild scenarios played out in his head as he tried to make sense of it all. Lord Dubok led the way. Reaching a single large door, the orc lord opened it and stepped inside. Lady Ursa and Lori were next. Captain Sord held out a green hand to Aznara and let her walk in next. Trystan was last to enter. Guards closed the door behind the mage.
Trystan looked around the large room. Thick furs and blankets covered the floor. Comfortable couches lined the walls with one or two in the middle. Against one wall was the biggest bed Trystan had ever seen. It had four tall bed posts with a canopy top. Curtains were tied to each post to leave it open and inviting. Single comfortable chairs dotted the room and stone pillars stood. Small tables filled nooks with goblets and bottles of wine. A fireplace roared against another wall, warm light filling the room.
Lord Dubok walked in with arms outstretched. Turning to the group, a toothy smile beamed, “Only the finest for our negotiations.”
Trystan looked to a pillar and noticed cuffs and chains dangling from a metal ring surrounding the stone column. Lori stepped forward as the orc lord took a seat in a single chair with a high back.
“First there must be agreements placed,” Lori said seriously.
“What do you have in mind?” Dubok smiled.
“No blood and no torture. Negotiations end when the safe word is uttered.”
Lord Dubok nodded, “Agreed under the condition that if anyone says the safe word, all negotiations end. My court is ready; I hope yours is up to the task.”
Lori nodded, “Agreed.”
“Since you are visiting, you may decide on the safe word,” Dubok eyed the druid with more than a passing gaze.
“Peace,” Lori said simply.
“Agreed. Is there anything else you wish to add before we get started?”
“How long can negotiations go for?” Trystan interjected, a slight tremble in his voice.
Lady Ursa smoothed over her long black hair with a green hand, “Are you a virgin dear mage?”
“No my lady but what if one of us cannot perform…for….uhhh….long time?” Trystan said with eyes turning down.
Lady Ursa smiled, “I doubt a young strapping mage like yourself will have that concern. I’m sure we can tease you to attention when we begin.”
Lord Dubok looked to Lori, “It would seem one of your team may have issues with performing.”
Lori looked to Trystan with understanding eyes, “I’m sure the mage will rise to meet the challenge.”
“You do understand that this is new to me? I have never negotiated like this before and still getting used to the idea,” Trystan said while not trying to come off defensive.
Captain Sord clamped a strong hand on the mage’s shoulder, “I’m sure nature will kick in. We are all here to work through it,” Sord grinned.
Lady Ursa removed her circlet and hung it on a pointed top of a chair, “I believe the mage will come around,” The womanly orc pulled at a tassel hugging her waist.
“If we are in agreement, then let us commence,” Dubok said as his eyes remained on the druid.
Trystan moved back and turned to a small table. He quickly poured wine into a goblet and drank deeply. The mage could feel nervous energy spiking along his skin. It was difficult to get into the mood and the wine did nothing to calm his nerves. He briefly considered telling Lady Ursa about the little trick of snapping her fingers but with Aznara here, he did not want to risk letting that bit of information out there about him.
Lori turned and faced the orc lord as he sat. Hand touching his jaw, he sat as if expecting more from the druid. Lori gazed at him, her eyes softening. Looking down, she pulled at the fabric over her shoulder and let bare skin slip out.
Sord stepped behind the druid and assisted with undressing her, “Dubok is a lord. You must be presented to him.”
Lori did not fight him as big hands pulled at her dress. Fabric slipped along her smooth skin and finally puddled at her feet. Dubok drank in the druid’s curves. Lori stood with petite breasts, pink nipples pointed. Her body was slender with small hips and round rump. Green hair neatly covered her womanhood. Athletic slim thighs continued down to dainty feet. The druid pulled at her ponytail and let her long green hair fall over her shoulders.
Sord knelt down and picked up her clothes, gently tossing them to the side. The captain undid his clothes, eyes on the small druid. Aznara looked to the lord and captain as they drooled over the green haired druid. The succubus felt her own heat begin to magnify as Sord removed all his clothes. The orc had a solid body of muscle, shoulders forming a nearly perfect T shape. When the succubus caught a glimpse of his dangling orchood, her mouth watered.
“Undress me little druid,” Dubok commanded.
“If only you will hear my case,” Lori said without moving.
“We are here. I will hear you,” Dubok said with half closed eyes.
The druid stepped forward, delicate little fingers taking hold of the lord’s garments and helping pulling them off. The lord undid his belt and slipped his hips out of his pants. The druid pulled at the waistband to help the lord along. Eyes stared at the bulge between his legs barely contained by his black small clothes.
Trystan was about to pour himself another cup of wine when strong green hands encircled him from behind. A sharp mouth closed around his earlobe and gave it a playful pull. Heat poured off the orc as Ursa pressed her chest to his back. The mage could not turn around for fear he would not be up to the experience. Being with an orc was not on his spectrum of secret desires.
“Do I repulse you?” The lady whispered into Trystan’s ear.
Trystan turned to Lady Ursa. The orc took a step back to reveal her dress barely clinging to one
shoulder. A pointed green nipple on a large heavy breast was exposed while half the dress covered her other breast. Trystan looked at the royal orc, her skin was smooth but muscle lines showed. Ursa’s face was smooth and her lips were normal despite small pointed tusks protruding up pass her bottom lip. Ears were slightly pointed and small. The lady was a combination of powerful and sensual. Trystan noticed she was a few inches taller than him and had to turn his eyes up to meet hers. Black eyes stared with a gently wide brow.
“You do not repulse me,” Trystan said truthfully, “I am just having a hard time separating everything I have been told about your kind for most of my life.”
Ursa smiled, “You will find many things in the world are not exactly as you may have thought. This may be your opportunity to discover for yourself what is truth and what is fiction.”
Lady Ursa reached out and took hold of Trystan’s clothes. Fingers unbuttoned one by one. The mage watched as the orc eyed him. Opening his shirt, the lady gazed upon his chest.
“Your kind has fascinated me. This is my first time with such a handsome human,” Ursa said with a breathy tone.
“I only wish I was up to the experience,” Trystan frowned.
The womanly orc let her hand cup his bulge and found it only half engaged. She was about to say something when Aznara stepped closer. The succubus drew herself in close and eyed Trystan.
“I know this mage very well. Maybe I can help set him up to task?” Aznara said to Lady Ursa.
“Do you not believe I can set him to task?” Lady Ursa gave the succubus a cold stare.
“I believe my lady can certainly do it but let me get him ready for you. Royalty should not have a rope when they can have a hard spear. I will just be a moment and he will be all yours.”
“Do not take his seed. I want the mage to warm my belly with it,” Ursa demanded.
Aznara bowed her head, “The mage will spurt his seed into you as promised.”
Lady Ursa nodded, “Show him your talents.”
Aznara fell to her knees in front of Trystan. Looking up, she winked at the mage. Trystan looked down as the succubus undid his pants and pulled them down. When Aznara pulled down his under clothes, the mage was exposed and half hard. Trystan couldn’t believe what was happening as the succubus licked her lips and took his manhood into her mouth.
The succubus closed her eyes as inches sank past her lips and a groan flowed up her throat. The mage glanced at Lady Ursa as she shed the rest of her royal clothes, then back to eyeing the demoness as inches appeared and disappeared into her mouth. A heated growl rose up the orc’s throat as she clearly enjoyed watching the mage getting harder.
Trystan couldn’t contain himself. Aznara let her sharp teeth barely graze his shaft. The motion and sensations caused blood to flood his member in short order. The tips of Aznara’s horns touching his exposed stomach only added to the danger and seduction the succubus was providing. Sord walked over and watched alongside Lady Ursa and the succubus moaned her delight.
“He seems to be rising to the occasion,” The captain smiled.
“Yes, he is,” Lady Ursa whispered, her own hand running along her thigh and touching her hairless slit. Finger tips pressed at her own opening and wetness flowed.
Aznara’s moans filled the room as she sucked on Trystan’s cock. The mage was rock hard and a small moan escaped his lips. Lady Ursa stepped forward and grabbed Aznara’s red hair. Pulling, she yanked the succubus off Trystan and stared at her.
“Thank you. Now please Captain Sord,” The orc said as she let go.
Sord took hold of his member. Aznara was unchained as her lust turned feverish. The succubus launched her mouth on the captain’s girth member and sucked with extreme relish. The orc captain let out a small groan as his head tilted back. Aznara’s hands were on his hips as she forces feed his cock into her mouth and deep down her throat.
Lady Ursa picked up Trystan and took several big steps to the bed, throwing him down onto his back. The mage barely sat up as the orc crawled over him. Big firm breasts pushed against his face as a drop of wetness fell on his thigh. Trystan muffled out a breath and a green nipple pressed into his mouth. The mage felt his heart pump in his chest as wild urges lit up his entire body. Lust welled up and quickly his mouth took hold and sucked on pointed tips.
The female orc took hold of Trystan’s manhood and pressed the throbbing head to her wet slit. Eyes closed, the orc bubbled up a long deep moan as she mounted the mage, inches pushing into her. Trystan let out his own muffled groan. The orc was tight, almost impossibly tight. When she squeezed, the mage could barely contain how good it felt. When her womanhood touched the base of his member, Trystan nearly cried out on how snug he was.
“That’s it mage. Please your lady. Please me all night,” Lady Ursa moaned as she moved her hips slowly.
Sitting naked, the orc lord looked to the druid. The sounds and moans from the others only seemed to inflame the lord. Lori knelt down between his muscled legs, his member nearly fully hard. The druid’s hand took hold of the base as she licked the end. Looking up into Dubok’s black eyes, the druid closed her mouth around the end and pressed her tongue to the tip. The orc lord made no sound as he watched the druid pleasure him. Sitting nearly bored, he stared as inches filled her mouth.
“You will know what it is like to be taken by an orc little one. Pleasing me with your mouth is merely an appetizer. I will be sure to spurt my seed in all those tight holes,” Dubok grinned.
Lori ignored the orc’s words as she bobbed her head. The salty taste of his skin lit up her tongue as she took him up to half way point of his cock. He was much too large to fit completely into her mouth so the druid pressed her tongue along the underside. Pinning his cock against the roof of her mouth, the green haired druid moaned and sucked with increased tempo. The orc lord’s eyes opened a little wider but only a little.
Sord looked down at Aznara as she suckled his cock. Big green hands reached down and took hold of her arms. Pulling her to her feet, the captain’s cock slipped from her mouth and the succubus whined her displeasure. Before she could attack him, the orc slammed her against a pillar. Aznara heaved and whimpered as her wrists were cuffed and chained to the stone pillar. Looking back at the orc, his member pointed at her like a weapon.
“I will enjoy it more with you at my mercy,” The orc grinned.
“I believe I will enjoy it more,” The succubus hissed with delight.
Clawed hands took hold of her dress and ripped at it. Aznara whined and moaned as large strips of black and red dress came off. Red nipples were revealed as breasts bounced from ripping clothes. The succubus writhed as the captain’s hands ripped at her undergarments to reveal a reddish strip of hair over her thin slit. The orc fell to his own knees, pressing his mouth to the succubus’s valley. A pointed tongue snaked out and licked her wet opening. The succubus’s eyes turned into her head as pleasure spiked. The demoness squeezed her thighs around the captain’s smooth head. The orc took hold of her thighs and pried them open wide. Wetness spilled into his mouth as he tortured the sex demon with his tongue. Aznara moved her hips to his tongue and strangled moans rose up her throat.
Lady Ursa pressed down her weight onto the mage. Trystan struggled to keep from releasing his seed. The orc lady seemed increasingly sensitive for each thrust down on his manhood made the orc whimper louder and louder. The tempo had moved from a slow even pace to a faster and faster rhythm.
“Yes mage! Please…..your….lady!” The last word came out in a growl.
Ursa let out a long nearly painful growl as her nerves lit up. An internal wet explosion shocked every part of the orc. Growling, another orgasm shattered her nerves and quickly followed by another. Trystan suckled and nibbled the sensitive orc as she thrust down onto his staff. The mage could not believe it as Lady Ursa’s womanhood clamped around him, milking her own orgasm over and over.
Trystan’s mouth let go of her nipple and his head fell back into bed. The orc continued to
slide on him and not letting go. Wild urges lashed at his being as a growing pressure pounded to be released. Trystan grunted and groaned but the orc was so tight around him that he could not release his seed.
“Too…tight…..too…tight.,” Trystan groaned over and over.
The female orc looked down, milking another orgasm and staring at the struggling mage. With half closed eyes and a playful smirk, she released her grip on his throbbing manhood slightly. Trystan felt the opening and cried out. Lady Ursa smiled as jets of molten come spurted into her tight space. The orc helped the mage along by squeezing and milking each long spurt. Trystan’s senses exploded as bliss crashed into him. Heaving, more come was pulled from him and the Lady Ursa looked down pleased.
“You have really set me on fire, mage.” Lady Ursa said as she let the mage’s cock flop out of her.
Trystan gasped for air and then sat up. Lady Ursa moved her body down and took his cock into her mouth. Pointed teeth grazed his shaft, causing the mage to stay hard out of pure fright.
Dubok moved his hips slightly, spearing his member into Lori’s already full mouth. The druid cried out as her own fire was lit. One hand snaked between her legs and fingers played with her dripping womanhood. Head bobbing, the druid released her own wants and desires on the lord.
“Release my cock. I want it to taste your tight cunt,” Dubok commanded.
Lori pulled the orc’s cock from her mouth and stroked it with one hand, letting the tip touch the side of her cheek, “You will hear my case,” The druid whispered.
Dubok smiled, “Tell me you case and I will see if it is worth it.”
“Let us explore the ruins…..and I will give myself to you,” Lori whispered.
“You have already given yourself to me,” Dubok leered.
“No, I haven’t,” Lori said in a heated whisper, “I have not given myself to anyone.”
Dubok’s black eyebrow raised, “You are still a virgin?”
“My womanhood is still pure as is my bottom. My mouth has pleased many and you are just another notch on my staff.”
