by Liam Lawson
She broke the kiss and beamed down into his face. “Hey, boyfriend.”
Winnie Zamora
Gender: Female
Emotion: PLEASED. PLAYFUL. INFATUATED. MISCHIEVOUS.
Interest Level: 10
Winnie was an athletic, busty lagothrope, covered in a soft, light brown fur offset by darker brunette hair cut into a wavy bob. Long bunny ears stuck up from her hair and a cute cotton tail poked out from her tight little skirt. College cheerleader uniforms, Trorm noted, enjoying the sheer amount of bare flesh pressing into him, were the best cheerleader uniforms.
Trorm looked from Winnie to Abigail. “What are you two up to?”
“What do you mean?” Winnie asked, all feigned innocence.
“The sunglasses say you two are feeling almost exactly the same,” he said, flatly. “They’re using the word ‘mischievous’ to describe your emotional states.”
“Cheater,” Winnie said, snatching the sunglasses from his face.
“I thought you didn’t have a problem with them?” Trorm asked.
“Tonight I do,” Winnie said, and tossed the sunglasses to Abigail, who caught them with a laugh. “A girl’s, like, allowed to change her mind.”
Trorm looked to Abigail, who grinned, pulling the sunglasses behind her back with a shrug. “Don’t look at me. I don’t make the rules.”
“What are you two up to?” Trorm asked. His girlfriend and the girl who had given him sunglasses that could read emotions, including hers and which gave her an interest level to rival Winnie’s in him, were teaming up. This was either something really good or really, really bad.
“Who says we’re up to anything?” Abigail asked.
“I think I’m getting better at detecting feigned innocence in your voices,” Trorm said.
“We’re always innocent,” Winnie said, slapping him playfully on the chest. “Come on, we’re going out.”
He blinked. “We are?”
“We are.”
“It’s a week night.”
“We’re still going out.”
“I start my new job in the morning.”
“Ooh, you got a new job?” Winnie asked. “Tell me about it while we’re out, cause we’re still going out.”
Trorm opened his mouth to protest further but Abigail cut him off. “Trorm. You have a half-naked bunnygirl cheerleader on your lap. Shut up and do what she says.”
Trorm closed his mouth and nodded.
A short while later Trorm was led up to the front of Wild Hoop. The parking lot seemed remarkably full for a weeknight. Then again, it was a college town. He supposed most students didn’t actually care whether or not it was the weekend. Case in point, he and Winnie.
This was actually the place where they’d first met, so he supposed that their being here was sort of romantic. She’d helped him get out of some serious trouble that could have ended all of his ambitions just as they were getting started and then stepped up to help him out with Arlen. Winnie swung a mean baseball bat and, for reasons he still didn’t know, knew how to pick locks. Definitely girlfriend material.
It was dark inside the Wild Hoop, which normally wouldn’t have been an issue for Trorm, as it was actually easier for him to see in the dark than in light, except that the entry hall was well lit. Seeing from light into darkness wasn’t something his orc eyes allowed him to do any more than human eyes.
As soon as they stepped inside, the lights flew on and several bangs went off.
Trorm threw up his hand, casting his shield spell by reflex and shoving Winnie behind him.
“SURPRISE!” called a chorus of voices.
Streamers and confetti flew through the air, along with several streams of golden foam from popped open bottles. The entire football team was inside the bar, along with all the cheerleaders and, unless Trorm missed his guess, a large number of sorority girls. A banner hung above the bar with his name on it.
The sight of his shield spell made several people jump back and other’s cry out. Most, however, cheered. “Trorm Shield-wall Coldstorm!”
Blinking, he glanced down at Winnie, who beamed up at him and bounced up and down. That her body was still pressed tightly against his arm as she did this was not lost on him. “Surprise,” she said giddily.
“That it is,” he said, half in a daze as he looked around. “What’s all this?”
“This,” said Scott, one of the most vocal players who’d spoken against him. “Is an apology.” He rubbed the back of his head, cheeks and neck flushing.
Jeremy Morrios and William Watkins joined him a second later.
“And a thank you,” William said. “I saw what was happening with coach. You tried to help him, even dropped your magical shield thingy.”
Trorm felt his own cheeks start to heat up.
“Look,” Jeremy said. “We’re…I’m sorry. The thing with Arlen, that was a big blow, ya know. And, it wasn’t right to hold it against you.”
“And sorry it took you saving our asses to see it,” Scott added.
Winnie giggled. “You all are like, so red right now!”
All four of them glared at her, which made her giggle harder.
Trorm sighed. “Forget about it.”
“Not until we get you drunk,” Jeremey said. “You’re not paying for any beer tonight.”
Trorm gave a nod and a tentative grin that revealed his tusks. “Yeah, okay.” He glanced up at the banner. “Shield-wall?”
“It was this thing these ancient warriors used to do,” William said. “They fought side by side with these big old shields in a line and covered each other. They always fought knowing that they’re brothers had their back and they always had their brother’s backs. And that seemed appropriate.”
“You gave this a lot of thought,” Trorm said.
“Also,” Jeremy said. “You do that glowy shield magic.”
“We could always go back to Spinach if you prefer,” Scott said.
Trorm laughed. “I’ll take it.”
“Good!” Winnie said, bouncing up against his arm. “Cause next you’re going to get us beers and take me dancing.” The last was said in a shout loud enough that a number of others began to cheer.
Several drinks later, she and Trorm were in the dancefloor and moving. Trorm wasn’t in her league when it came to dance skills, but he was definitely better than most of the guys there, who didn’t dance so much as wildly thrash about. Winnie and he made circles around them. Occasionally they’d break away for a different dance partner and Trorm learned that there were a few girls who didn’t care what the race or relationship status of the quarterback was.
He pulled away from an enthusiastic blonde with an impressive bust who hadn’t been dancing so much as gyrating against him. She wore school colors and he could feel her lipstick still smearing his mouth. Her friends cheered her on.
Trorm blinked stupidly. He didn’t know how much beer he’d had but he did know kissing other girls when you were in a committed relationship was not considered appropriate in Aflana. Humans really didn’t like it. They were big on the whole monogamy thing. Granted, Winnie wasn’t human, and neither was he, but this seemed an important point.
It was one that suddenly seemed very important that this girl understand. “My girlfriend’s a lagothrope.”
She blinked, then smirked. “Girlfriend, huh?” She came in closer, pressing herself into him. Trorm tried to back away but the dancefloor was too crowded. The girl came on. “What your little bunny doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“But it like, might hurt you,” Winnie said, appearing behind the girl, who went completely still.
“Hey, Winnie,” Trorm said, relief sweeping through him.
The blonde vanished, leaving him and Winnie standing together. Winnie tapped her lips with a single finger, looking pointedly at his mouth. “You still got some of her on you.”
Heat suffused Trorm’s cheeks. He reached up and wiped the li
pstick off on the back of his arm. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. Did he apologize? But she’d kissed him. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Winnie took his hand. “Come on.”
He followed her through the crowd and down a hallway. There were three doors. One with a figure in a skirt, one that was just a stick figure and a third in between them that Trorm supposed was meant to represent a wheelchair. “Hey, we’re going to the bathroom,” he said, as she led him through the middle door.
She spun around him and locked the door behind them, then turned to grin up at him. “Come here,” she grabbed his head and leaped up to plant a kiss on his mouth that turned off every thought in his brain. “There. Had to see what she tasted like.”
Trorm blinked stupidly. “Who?”
Winnie giggled. “You are a sweet drunk, Trorm Shield-wall Coldstorm.”
He grinned down at her without reservation, fully revealing his tusks.
Winnie held his gaze and pulled off her top and the bra beneath in one go, releasing her heavy yet impossibly perky breasts. Still holding his gaze, she shimmied her hips and her diminutive skirt, spanks, and panties fell to the ground. She stepped out of them so that she stood before him in the bathroom, naked except for her cheerleading boots.
“Take me, Trorm.”
Definitely girlfriend material.
Chapter Six
Trorm closed the distance between them in an instant, drunken hesitation giving way to the clear focus of desire. His mouth crashed into hers as his arms wrapped around her, their tongues dueling as he effortlessly lifted her naked body into the air. Winnie squealed delightedly into their kiss as he carried her forward and pressed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pressed her groin into his hard belly, pushing off the wall and moaning into his mouth.
He dropped on hand to her firm, full bottom to support her. The globe filled his hand and he squeezed it, earning another squeal that he swallowed down. His other hand went to his belt. He fumbled for a moment with the buckle then got it and his trousers undone. A moment later and his thick erection sprang free.
He shifted Winnie, positioning his head at her entrance, finally breaking their kiss.
Her eyes met his and they were aglow with desire. “I want it rough,” she said, panting. “We’re in a bathroom at a bar. I’m your dirty girl, tonight.”
He thrust upward, pushing into her several inches. She was hot, incredibly hot, and tight. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been other times they’d had sex, but she was clearly enjoying the feel of him as she gasped, throwing her head back. Winnie let out a little whimper and bit her lower lip, her slight overbite an adorable contrast to the otherwise wanton look about her.
She nodded eagerly, understanding that he didn’t want to hurt her and urging him to continue anyway. He shifted his grip so that he was holding her by his hips. Her breasts pressed into his chests, nipples hard. They rubbed against him as he slowly, pressed her downward while thrusting forwards, slowly filling her, parting her tight folds. The heat was immense and the deeper he pushed the more her wetness rushed to meet him, lubricating his passage.
Winnie whimpered and dragged her nails over his shoulder hard enough to make Trorm gasp in surprise. “Harder, Trorm. You don’t need to ne gentle tonight.”
Trorm bared his teeth and yanked her down, shoving upward at the same time and burying his thick length into her. Winnie threw her head back and gasped. “Oh!”
Trorm gave her no time to recover, lifting her up and slamming himself back into her. She let out another shocked gasp. “Oh yes.”
He bit one of her long ears. One of her legs lost its grip on his waist as it shot out, going completely stiff. Her body seized up, though Trorm didn’t think she was having an orgasm. Winnie made a series of sounds in her throat and he responded by thrusting up into her.
She shifted, wiggling in his grip, shifting him around inside of her as she got her legs wrapped around him again, locking her ankles together behind his back. Winnie squeezed, pulling him further inside of her, pressing their pubic bones together. “Fuxdas, you’re so big,” she whimpered. “I can’t believe I’ve got all of you inside me.”
He pressed her into the wall, using it to help brace her as he withdrew. She tightened her grip with her legs while simultaneously clenching down with her passage as he slid out. Her legs going taut and quivering was the only indicator he had that she was straining with all she had to keep him inside of her. For all that he seemed to notice, she might as well not have. Trorm withdrew until he was fully halfway out and then slammed back into her hard enough to make the sheetrock shake and groan.
Winnie moaned loud enough that even through his lust-fueled haze, Trorm wondered if the rest of the party might hear her over the music. He didn’t care. Nor did he give her a chance to recover. He slammed into her again. And again. She threw her head back into the wall and screamed.
Trorm slammed into her again and her entire body seized up. She clenched down on his member, fluids splashing over him as his flesh slapped into hers, burying him to the hilt inside of her. She raked her nails over him again, breaking the skin down his back. He didn’t let up as she came.
He ignored all her efforts to pull him tight to her and withdrew, only to give it to her just as hard over and over again. Her scream turned silent. Her passage seized up, then seized again, clamping down on him in a continuous chain of orgasms that drenched his thighs and balls. She threw her head forward and bit him on the shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Trorm still did not let up. Her body seized up, clenching down on his member, pulling her mouth away from his shoulder as she let out a sound too exhausted to be a scream.
The bathroom door banged open and Scott staggered to drunken halt. He stared at the pair open mouthed. “Fuck!”
Trorm pulled away from Winnie, sliding free of her and letting her slide to the ground as he whirled on Scott without bothering to fix his clothing. Teeth bared he advanced. Scott’s eyes dropped down to between Trorm’s legs, widened, then went up to his face. The combination of Trorm’s erection and furious expression sent Scott staggering back.
“Oh shit, my bad, Bro!” The door slammed shut behind him.
Trorm made sure to lock it this time, then whirled around. Winnie had made her way over to the wall and gathered up her clothes and phone into a small pile. She grinned over at Trorm and pulled herself upright on shaky legs.
She licked her lips, eyeing his erection, then met his gaze. She returned to the wall they’d just been using and turned around. Bending over, she braced her hands against it and spread her legs, exposing her sex to him, cotton tail perked up over her tight bottom. One ear cocked, she grinned back at him, her overbite adorable and sexy.
“Winnie,” Trorm groaned. “You know….”
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly. “I know what this position means to you. It’s okay. I want it.”
Trorm surged forward, grabbed her hips, and buried himself inside of her tight channel in a single brutal stroke that almost broke her hold against the wall. Winnie cried out, only to be cut off as Trorm pulled free and slammed back into her, shaking her entire body. She shook with the impact and her legs all but gave out.
Trorm pressed her into the wall from behind and pounded into her. The impact of his thrusts shoved her inches up the wall each time. Winnie could only mewl, her every cry cut off by Trorm’s assault on her body. Unlike before he no longer had to hold her up. Instead, he put that strength into pulling her hips back into his thrusts, making each thrust slam into her that much harder.
Winnie gasped, mewled, and moaned. She couldn’t properly writhe in this position and that suited Trorm just fine. She was his, to take and to use, her submission to his power total and absolute. That’s what this position meant to orcs. It was meant for orc women to only take this position with their husbands, a sign of their acknowledgement of his might.
It ignite
d something instinctive in Trorm, a primal urge he couldn’t deny himself. One that shattered all traces of alcohol induced fugue like a burning two-by-four through a glass window. The world fell away. All that mattered was that Winnie was in his hands, that he was inside of her, that he was pleasuring her beyond anything he knew any other male would ever give her. He was power incarnate, made so by her acceptance of him, and that transformed the simple sexual act into one of transcendence, ecstasy suffusing him body and soul.
He took her hard. Harder. Her orgasms racked her body and soaked his thighs and testicles and shaft.
Eventually there came a time when her body went nearly limp. Her passage ceased to clamp down on him as he slid into her, simply accepting his entry as if he belonged there. No more resisting. They were one. He was inside of her where he belonged and a part of her was now inside of him. He’d broken down the barriers between them.
Trorm sank himself to the root inside of her one last time and stayed there, throwing back his head to bellow his orgasm. The roar echoed through the bathroom, rattling the mirror beside them.
Winnie screamed. The sound hoarse and ragged as he filled her. Her hands weakly tried to climb the wall but she didn’t have the strength or focus to gain traction. She slid and he caught her, pulling her upright and into him. His member slid free of her, spilling their combined fluids down their thighs.
Neither cared. He took her by the chin and turned her head back, leaning down to capture his mouth with hers. One weak arm wrapped around him and she met his kiss with an exhausted but welcoming one of her own.
“Oh, Fuxdas,” she whimpered, letting her legs give out and him support her weight completely. “Oh damn.”
She nuzzled her head backward into his torso. “That was amazing.”
“Keep talking like that,” Trorm said, panting. “And I’ll have to do it again.”
