04. The Marking

*See chapter 00. Intro and chapter descriptions*

I stepped into a clearing from the forest, and the shining sun was a blinding contrast to the shadows of the dark wood. The clearing was compassed round by a stone circle; huge standing stones that were said to be erected by the fae in a time none remember. I stepped between the stones, and looking about I saw an ancient woman dressed in a cloak of brown and green, worn and tattered. She had long grey hair and stepped lightly barefooted upon the soft grass. As she stepped, flowers and herbs and plants of all kinds sprung from the ground, and she would stoop and pick them gently, placing them in a leather bag slung at her side.

She seemed to pay me no attention, and I did not speak but waited patiently for her to finish her task. Something told me she knew of my presence and I should wait silently. After some time she turned her head in my direction looking me deep in my eyes. For as ancient as she appeared to be, her eyes were bright and clear, grey in color like an over cast steel grey sky.

"When the Light knows its strength and wisdom, and the Darkness ascends to power, the two will become one, the old world will pass and a new age will be born, dispelling that which plagues the Great Mother and her children."

She walked to the edge of the stone circle, and faded away into the forest. I awoke in a cold sweat and silence. Her words haunted me in the darkness.

I stepped out of the tent to get some air and clear my head, putting the dream in the back of my mind; this is not the first time I had heard this prophecy. But what is a prophecy but words to be twisted how one will? The only thing that mattered to me was how to become his, and how to make him mine.

The air was crisp and cool; there were low burning fires, most of the camp was asleep being well into the third watch. Dawn would be coming soon. The only sounds I heard were Tiamat's breathing, and some women moaning here and there with the grunting of the men that were having them. Some in the open, some coming from tents. Orcs never cared about where, or who was watching and I was beginning to sympathize with the feeling, my desire for him was growing by the day and I was getting to the point where I wouldn't care if he took me in front of the whole camp.

Still it was a shock to see it so openly. I saw an orc woman on her hands and knees; an orc impaling her from beneath, one behind, and a third in her mouth. A human woman mounting an orc who seemed barely conscious, she moaned as she slid herself upon his massive member, her eyes staring at me as she did so. Another on her knees taking two in her mouth, one after another, trading them out turn after turn. Even a rustic elf woman from the borderlands had an orc in her mouth and a human woman beneath her, being watched by several others, perhaps waiting for a turn. All this in the open, scattered about the dying fires among the tents.

Certainly an orc encampment was far more free than an elf city, or human one for that matter. Such things would take time to adjust to, if this becomes my life... and it is the life I wanted with him even if I could not imagine living like that, always being taken on display for all to watch and lust after. I was certainly warming to the idea of being claimed by him publicly, if that's what it was going to take to make him mine.

The sun was breaking in the east turning the sky pink and purple, the stars fading as I made my way back to my tent. I avoided passing Zyre's, because I did not want to know. When I entered Melee was back, lying on her pile of furs and skins, but not sleeping.

"Another restful night Melee?"

"More restless Mistress than restful ha! But always worth it."

"Just you and Gilead again?"

"No. Another band had arrived and he knows them. So it was him and a few of them. Six total I think? I cannot remember... such bliss I lost count."

"And he doesn't get jealous at all? Watching you with others?"

"Hahaha! No, I don't think so. Orcs actually enjoy sharing. It seems to make them wilder, and besides, I haven't known him that long. He would have little right to lay claim on me. My intentions are always clear, you know that Mistress. Oh, and he does very little watching; he's always ready to be inside me. Like all orcs, surely you've noticed they are almost always hard. I know you've seen Zyre... I've seen you staring at it."

Oh that grin of hers, always mischievous.

"I make no pretense at hiding my desire for him, Melee. And yes, he always seems to be rigged, as they all do; it would be impossible here not to notice all these men, ready all the time for any woman who looks at them."

"Yes! Oh this is my paradise, I swear, ha! I do hope Mistress, that he will claim you. I would never leave your side, but this life outside a palace is more free."

"There are plenty of willing partners in the palace and city Melee, haha! But yes, I agree. I think this life would suite me as well. I must ask you though... did you see him at all last night?"

"You are far too concerned about him Mistress. But yes, he feasted with us briefly, and later on he came by making rounds around the camp, and caught me in a compromised position ( giving a sheepish grin) between three of them. He paused a moment, said something to Gilead and moved on. I never saw him with a woman if that helps. I'm certain he only wants you. All the orc women especially are trying to get his attention, tho."

"Did you hear what he said to Gilead?"

"No... I was a bit... ummm... my ears were filled with my own screaming... " Another sheepish grin.

"Well it sounds like your appetite was filled last night."

"My appetite, my slit, my ass... multiple times, ha! I won't bore you with it tho. I would hate to make you jealous... bwahahahaha!"

"Hahaha, jealous only because I cannot have him yet the way you have the others, Melee. But eventually, I shall have him, and give him everything I have."

"Then I will be jealous of you! Taking that orc inside would be the greatest bliss! Oh Mistress, I am perhaps a little jealous that you will get that monster cock inside, leaving the rest of us deprived of that."

"For sympathy Melee, I am jealous that you receive your pleasure as you will, while all I want of pleasure is him."

"I receive pleasure, certainly, and cock, and cum, and more cock... hahaha! But be patient Mistress. He is already yours and you, his. Soon enough you will be filled by him, with both pain and pleasure, for certainly that gigantic cock is going to hurt."

"A pain I desire to have more than anything. And tho it never appealed to me before when I would see you covered, I strongly wish to feel his seed on my skin."

"Love then it is that brings that out in you. It's amazing tho, and surprising. Nothing can prepare you to be bathed in cum Mistress, but everytime I accept an orcs load upon me, the slightest touch inside me brings me to orgasm. That is why I love it so much, and no species can cum like an orc, or tastes like an orc. There is a different taste to their seed that no other has. A sweetness, a bitterness, almost like honey. A thick, white, viscous, kind of salty honey. I'm making myself hungry again... ha!"

"And giving me a craving as well haha.. being honest Melee, I'm not sure I could take him in my mouth. He may be too big for me."

"It can be a challenge, but simple enough to learn. You can down an ale in one gulp, so you can swallow a massive cock just as easily. Just relax your jaw and throat, open it up, and take it, as much as you can. The hard part is breathing thru your nose as you or him slide that hard thing in and out of your mouth. Oh, and pay attention to the head with your tongue, they love that. It is not only about taking their whole cock in your mouth. Take the head, lick it, suck it, swirl your tongue around it, and stroke his member. There's a sensitive spot just under the crown, focus on that as well. When your ready you can take the whole shaft in your mouth and into your throat, then he can fuck your mouth if you like."

"You make it sound simple Melee, but when I watch it happen, it looks more difficult."

"Certainly your jaw will tire and be soar, but nothing makes me wetter than a hard cock in my mouth. Watch out for his cum tho. Orcs can cum a great deal, and it will flood your throat and mouth, so prepare to pull off when he cums. Choking on cum isn't always fun unless you're used to it, like me. Ha!"

"Well choking doesn't sound appealing, ha! But we shall see. I have another hunger now Melee. Let us go to the fire pits and see how we shall break our fast."

"Yes! Gods I'm famished! These orc men really work me hard and I could use something to bring my strength back."

We dressed ourselves, me removing my robe and putting on a long leather vest covering me to my hips and leather breeches. Melee a leather brazzier and breeches like mine, our knife belts with us. With so many new orcs around one just never knows. We walked thru the camp, the sun well above the horizon now. On one end of the encampment they had huge pits with meat spit roasting above them, boar, venison, rabbit, and other meats.

We reached that part of camp where the food was prepared, and most of the pits were in use, and tho I do not know what brought it to mind, I thought of my dream and the prophecy; 'When light knows its own strength and wisdom...' those words echoed in my mind when we came upon three orcs who could not keep a flame alive.

"The wood is too fresh..."

"Fool.. don't you know how to use your flint? How hard is it to light a fire?"

"Bah! You try then, if you can keep it lit you can have my half breed human-elf woman tonight! You'll fail just as we did."

Melee and I watched this banter, and a thought entered my mind.

"Hold here Melee. I wish to try to light this flame."

"Mistress I do not know these orcs. Perhaps we should not draw attention. Indeed, I see no one I recognize."

"No Melee. I will make this attempt."

"What! What are you staring at elfin whore? See something you want? One or all three? Your friend, too. A fine morning it would be."

With that he pulled off his loin cloth showing us his hard manhood, the others followed. Melee was about to speak, her hands on her knives, when I motioned her to stop.

"My name is Analea, and I would make an attempt at lighting this fire."

"You can light a fire, on your knees, or back, ha! All an elf woman is good for, fucking and breeding."

It was difficult to keep my patience with this insolence, and I could feel my eyes going amber. Instead of responding I took the log they were trying to light and held it in my hands, gripping it hard. I closed my eyes and focused on the log in my hand, ignoring the comments being made.

"Looks good with a log in her hand.. needs another.. and another, Ha! And one in that mouth, and those tits, take that vest off whore!"

A moment more and I felt my skin grow warm, then hot. Focusing on my hands I could feel my body cool after the initial heat, except my hands were growing hotter and hotter. This was new to me. Never before had I tried this, it never even occured to me to try. In a moment I heard the wood hiss, then sizzle... the bark split and when I opened my eyes the wood was smoking, and embers were burning on the surface. I held it a minute more, then it flamed hot and high, flames covering the log when I threw it into the pit. Immediately it caught the wood and kindling around it in flames.

"Witch! The Witch of the Woods!"

The three stepped back, anger and fear on their faces, growling and snarling. Melee brandished her long knives. To end this, I set my whole body aglow, my translucent wings appeared and I levitated, eyes burning amber.

"Attempt me or any woman in this camp with force and you will be ash on the wind."

To make my point, I took another piece of wood and flamed it bright and turning it to ash, crumbling it in my hand.

"And if she does not, I'll gut you with my bare hands, feast on your flesh and use your bones to pick my teeth clean."

I lowered myself to the ground, and turned. Zyre was standing behind us, glowering at the three. Fear was certainly in their eyes now.

"These are guests in my territory. You will respect and bow to her commands. Tend to your duties and learn to light a fire."

They grumbled and went about their business.

"I could have gutted the three of them in minutes." Melee was muttering.

"No doubt you could have, Melee. Simpletons is all they are. Fear keeps them in line. No need of violence yet. Come, there is food in my tent. We will break our fast together."

We walked with Zyre back to his tent with Melee astonished at what happened, asking questions I could not answer.

"Mistress? How long have you been able to control it?!"

"I never knew I could. Something in my mind told me to try."

"It was impressive, Mistress."

At this Zyre spoke.

"Impressive indeed. Those three were terrified of you, ha!"

We arrived at Zyre's tent and entered. As was promised there was nourishment; food in abundance with ale and wine. Zyre and Melee ate with abandon, as orcs usually do and Zyre continued about my display earlier.

"Why do you call it magic, Analea? You are half fae as am I. My power is no magic. Magic comes from without you. Herbs, potions, spells and incantations. This is within you, in your blood, as mine is. To be controlled as you will."

"I never thought of it like that Zyre."

We were looking into each others eyes. He was shirtless, as usual, and I could not imagine him needing his battle fury in a fight. His hulking form was enough to instill fear and trepidation in anyone. It was hard to focus on his words, looking at him. His eyes held knowledge, his body held power. He carried both well. His musculature was so finely toned and yet bulging. His leathery skin smooth except a few scars here and there. His hands were so large he could cup a man's head entirely with one. And all I could think of was getting them on me. Why my lust and desire were so strong with him, I know not. What I wouldn't give to know his thoughts of me. His hardness was no clue, as orcs are almost always erect.

"All I remember was being told from when I was an elfling that my magic was dangerous, and it's uses limited. As if I could run out of power. I have a question of my own, they called me the witch of the wood; what is that?"

"All who live around and in the woods here fear her. She is a great power, it is said she is cannibalistic, and any who fall into her clutches never escape. Most fear to even speak of her; orc, elf, or human. All who are lost to the forest are said to be her victims."

"I have heard of her Mistress, but in my time in these woods before I served you, never had I sight or sound of her. I think it is rumor only."

"No Melee, she is very real, and not a witch, at least not in the way we think of witches. She is powerful, and shows herself only when she will."

"You have seen her then, Zyre? Are the rumors true?"

"Perhaps. Some stories are true, others are made to be true. I have lived in these woods my entire life; respect the forest, and the forest will let you live."

That seemed rather cryptic, but he seemed to want the matter to drop, so we finished our meal in relative silence. After a bit Melee was getting restless, I could tell, and she kept eyeing me, not prompting me to leave, but to do something while I had him here to myself.

"Well, I need to go to the river and bathe again. Mistress? Will you be needing me?"

"I do not. Go as you will."

"No need to go to the river, Melee. Shout for Gilead. He will get a tub of warm water brought to your tent."

"Very well. Thank you, I shall do so."

She left, and immediately she could be heard shouting for Gilead heading towards his tent. Zyre and I were alone and I debated on whether I should question him about myself, tell him my thoughts, and ask if he shall claim me or not, or why he hasn't done so. These things were burning inside me and I wanted to know.

"Zyre. I would know from you why you will not claim me as your own. My desire for you is known, and I can see it in your eyes, you desire me. The orange fire of desire is in your eyes. You called me 'my love' in the arena. Why will you not take me?"

He looked at me steadily, eyes narrowing. He rose and reached down beside him, picking something up.

"My reasons are sound. Yes Analea, I desire you. I have always wanted the elf maiden with the flowing silver hair. From the first, many years ago."

"Many years ago? What do you mean?"

This was a shock to me, another surprise from this orc who never seized to amaze me.

"I was just out of my orcling years when my father made his first call upon your king. I was nothing more than a nameless guard in his following. I had to earn my place. You were there, and from that day your face has been with me, no matter what. Never have I forgotten. You would not remember, but even then I was drawn to you, like the very earth drew me to you."

I had to smile, even tho I was in shock. The same words I used to describe it to Melee.

"I would have you rule at my side Analea, but I cannot claim you yet. Taking you now may cause a war with the elf king, and maybe even within the orc bands. I do not yet have power over all the clans. And they will require you to prove yourself before they accept you. And there is still Syrte's people to deal with, which I ride out in a few days to deal with if the council tonight goes well."

"Tell me why, Zyre, claiming me would cause a war? My father made a treaty of peace and cooperation with your father. Surely this will stand? You do not seek his permission? I do not need his approval to give myself to whom I choose."

"No. I do not seek his approval, or that of anyone. Only yours. But there is perhaps treachery, and I need to know for certain. Right now I cannot trust the kings' word. These were found on Syrte and his band after the arena. And worse, upon the goblins that attacked us first."

He handed me a leather bag filled with gold coins, coins with the elf kings marking. Now I knew not what to say. What was this? What did it mean?

"Why would he betray you? Your father? He knew I was with you, and my other companions!"

"I do not know Analea. Syrte is dead as are most of his followers. Answers are hard to get. Perhaps his clan will speak when I arrive in power in their territory. I cannot afford an orc war, the goblins are attacking villages in greater numbers, and getting more bold. Orc, elf and human villages are in extreme danger. We need peace among the species, or we will all fail. That is why I cannot claim you. Be patient, Analea. You will rule beside me, but it must wait. We must be cautious, even tho it is not my way. You may be in grave danger as well. As you said, he knew you were with me, he sent you with me to conclude the peace with my father. Why would he betray you to certain death or worse, at the hands of Syrte or goblins, a life of breeding slavery? And then there is this..."

He put on the table something I recognized; the broken and shattered bonds that Syrte locked my hands in.

"What of these?"

"Look closely Analea. There is a faint script etched in the iron, a script I cannot read. A spell perhaps to keep your power at bay."

"Yes, I remember him saying something of keeping my fae blood in check, that the bonds were charmed, but yours had no affect on you."

"Mine had no charm, only yours. Those bonds were meant for you and only you."

I was again taken aback, who and why?

"Who would do this? Why only me? Surely you are the greater threat? I cannot read the script, it is no language I recognize."

"Hmmf. Perhaps I am not. And I have my suspicions, but no certainty yet. Perhaps we were both betrayed."

His eyes flamed red and his skin crackled and turned black with these words, his rage at the thought told me all I needed of his thoughts about me, if I had had any doubts after what he had already said.

"I know certain things about my father, but not everything. He always treated me differently, at arms length. He ever feared my power from it's first manifestation. Why he took me in after my fae mother bore me I know not. But I know this, he fears prophecy and the end of the pure bloodlines at the hands of half bloods. Do you know the prophecy?

'When the light knows its strength and wisdom, and the darkness ascends to power, the two shall become one, the old world will pass and a new age will be born, dispelling that which plagues the Great Mother and her children.'

"Have you heard this?"

"I have. My father knew it and often said it was about me. I know not. Prophecies can be twisted to mean many things."

"But if one makes up one's mind as to meaning, it matters not what the truth is. The elf king would hold to his power over anything Zyre. If he but suspected you would claim me, or that I would have you and let you have me, he may betray us all, fearing for his rule...."

I understood Zyres' hesitance to claim me as I spoke, the truth dawning on me with every word.

"I understand now why you hesitate, I am sorry to push you so."

"It is well Analea, perhaps I should be more open with you, but we cannot know for certain. And I must find a safe haven for you in the meantime. It will not be accepted yet for you to ride with the orcs until my power is secure, and you are proven."

"No. I will return to the palace with Melee and an escort of those you trust as if I knew nothing of these threats. I will get the answers you need and return here to you, where I belong."

"Bold, and dangerous. I do not trust it Analea. If harm befalls you I will rip this very earth apart to find you, with those who stand in my way."

"I belong with you, and I believe there is no Fate to keep us apart. I cannot accept a Fate in which I am not yours, and you mine. Let me go Zyre. In Life or Death, we will be one."

Just then Gilead entered the tent.

"Lord Zyre and Mistress Analea, good you are both here. I have news that concerns you both. It seems your confrontation at the cooking pits has angered their chieftain. Xeela has issued a challenge to the witch elf woman...."

"I accept that challenge Gilead."

"Hold Mistress. She has terms. The fight will be with weapons, and if she defeats you she says she will drag you in chains to be used by her band. This is serious Analea. To accept an orc challenge one must abide by its rules."

Zyre was clearly angered by this, as was I. But I saw an opportunity, and I would take it.

"What angers her Gilead, if I may ask."

"The insult to her band, maybe Zyre's protection of you? And there is rumor you would be his consort and rule with him, even tho you are no orc, and unproven. So jealousy I would say."

"So she threatens violence, rape, and degradation at the hands of her band? Very well. Here are my terms. My victory will be her life. Should I prevail she will bleed her life out in the dust. And if I may say, I would be his consort, with or without the approval of any."

I looked at Zyre when I said this, he gave a simple nod of his head before speaking.

"Are you certain you want to do this? I cannot intervene, at least not yet. There may be a negotiable answer to this and vengeance can be served later."

"No Zyre. She challenged combat. She threatens violence and rape. Her insolence will be answered by my blade. I too, can be vengeful and blood thirsty, and I will have my satisfaction. Gilead, tell her I accept and give her my terms. Her band as well, when she is dead at my feet, will swear unending fealty to me, or suffer at the hands of the witch elf woman. And Gilead, tell her it will be at the council this very night."

"As you will Mistress." With that Gilead left.

"You are certain of this?"

"Yes. It will allow me to prove myself before all here. And none can touch me without consequence. You know this. I am learning control."

To prove this I stepped to his fire pit and picked up a second log, holding it I felt my power welling inside me, my hand grew hot with a burning light around it, and log burst into flames. I dropped it, and the pit lit in flames, all while my body remained cool.

"You are perhaps the most powerful being I have come across Analea. A fine warrior, as all here shall soon see. A more worthy consort and queen there is not."

"Is it my power you crave by your side Zyre?"

"No Analea. As I said before. I laid eyes upon you before I knew what power you had. Since that day I have craved to have you, and nothing and no one I've had could change that."

"It is well you tell me these things Zyre. I would hear them for a thousand years more."

I placed my hand upon his just to feel his skin on mine.

"All I do is to have you, and to be yours. I believe the Fates will have it no other way. But I shall leave you. I have preparations to make, and need to put Melee at ease. She is likely to hunt this orc woman down before I have my satisfaction."

"Very well Analea. Prepare. I must get the council set. The sun is beyond it's highest point, and they will gather at dusk."

"I rose and left his tent going to my and Melee's abode. I have not held my blade since before the arena and I would be familiar with it again before I impale this orc chieftain to the earth.

Entering the tent I took my blade in my hand and unsheathed it. The blade shimmered in the light. A gift from my brother when he taught me how to use a blade, there was no one better. His name and his blade inspired fear everywhere. He trained me for years, and other than him I have yet to meet one who could best me. I flashed and flipped it, swinging it about the tent. To ensure its sharpness I gave a swift swipe to a leather vest, the blade sliced it in half with no effort. This blade rarely needs sharpening. I could flay the skin off an opponent if I so chose. Melee entered in the middle of all this.

"Mistress! I have heard. Let me stand in for you, such things are not unheard of. I will cut this orc chieftain down."

"Thank you Melee. Your loyalty is true as always. I must do this myself; nay I want to do this myself. I will avenge the threats made to me, I do not fear this orc woman. But come Melee, practice with me in the sparring circles so I may loosen up and remember my blade."

We went to the sparring grounds and practiced. Attacking and defensive moves, over and over, eventually drawing an audience. Among them were Gilead and a few others of Zyre's band. The object was not to defeat Melee, but simply to practice, but our audience did not understand. There was talk of how I should do this or Melee should have done that. So then we stopped and I addressed Gilead and his men.

"Gilead there seems to be many opinions on how I handle a blade. Come, two or three of you enter the sparring circle with your weapons. Attack when you will. Melee will not be involved. Only myself. Come when you are ready."

"Are you certain? We are trained and combat tested Mistress."

"Worry not, I will not harm you seriously. Perhaps a light flesh wound, nothing more. Come Gilead, test my skill."

They did, beginning with two. In a few minutes they had both been disarmed. The third was a giant of an orc, and over confidant, trusting in his size and strength. With my speed of movement and hand, he too soon was disarmed when my blade cut the top of his hand. The surprise caused him to drop his weapon, and in the blink of an eye my blade was at his throat. The day passed quickly, the sun, tho still high, began casting shadows behind the mountains and trees, I was dusty, dirty and thirsty.

"Have you all had enough? I will give you rest before the council and feast tonight. I feel well practiced for my challenge."

"Aye, Mistress Analea. Take your rest, and give us ours, ha! Your opponent almost has my sympathy. Almost."

Gilead, always with a joke then approached me, speaking quietly.

"You have nothing to fear, Mistress. Xeela is not the warrior you are, a strong soldier, yes, but no warrior. She is sorely out matched. Besides, Zyre would never allow you to be taken. He would destroy this entire camp in his rage, and everyone in it. This is not only about you, I am certain. Rumors say she was in league with Syrte. This is perhaps her way of vengeance against Zyre for his death."

"Thank you Gilead. That will make this easier; dealing death needlessly does not please me. So she betrayed Zyre's father, and him; and would have seen myself and Melee dead, or worse already."

"We will be watching of course, and her band is already being watched. That is why Zyre was there at the pits this morning when this began. Enough tho. It will be over soon, I will have a tub and water brought to your tent quickly."

"Thank you Gilead. Your friendship and loyalty are appreciated, and will not be forgotten."

"Always Mistress."

A quick bow of his head and he was gone. Melee and I started back to our tent to wait for what Gilead had promised.

"Are you certain you will do this?"

"I am Melee, and I think I must. I cannot be seen as a simple envoy, a fragile courtier. I must show them I am a warrior, that I can and will hold my own and avenge a wrong. I would live among them and to do so I cannot show weakness, not just for me but for him. What would be said of him if he chose an untested, or weak consort? How would he rule? A consort of the orc hegemon must be strong."

"Has he said something to you?"

"He has, and I will tell you in our tent where it is perhaps more private."

We arrived and entered. Gilead had already fulfilled his promise, as two of Zyre's men were filling two tubs with warm water, and preparing to leave already. I gave to them a few gold coins and a bow of respect, they took the gold gratefully, bowed, and after throwing Melee a look, they left, as they did so Melee said after them... "I shall reward you both later, both for myself, and my mistress... again.. and again.. Ha!" The orc men laughed and said they would look forward to it.. again.

"Acquaintances of yours Melee? Hmmm."

"Ha!! Oh believe me Mistress, they know me well, inside and out! Hahahaha!"

"Oh Melee, do you ever tire of it? The constant sex? Always being taken however they wish?"

"No Mistress, never. And so you know, I do the taking as well. I would have it the way I want; it is not always about the men. What fun would it be if I didn't receive what I want the way I want? Pleasure for a man is simple, usually. He cums easily.. certainly for an orc it's different, as an orc can cum over and over again, it is still simple to make him cum. A woman however, is different. It takes more to make a woman cum multiple times, that's why I prefer orc men. They just stay hard, and want more and more. That and their cocks are the biggest of all the races and it is a challenge to empty an orc of his seed completely, a challenge I love. You will maybe get to find out and become addicted to it as well I hope. Tell me now what transpired between you and Zyre."

I briefly told her what was said between us as we stripped and bathed ourselves, leaving out for now the possible betrayal of my father, there would be another time for that, but it did bring something else to my mind, something I would ask her about as we dressed ourselves. Melee was wearing simple clothes, a cloth banded around her chest and a long wrap around her waist, long and flowing, a slit running the length of her strong legs. I put on my leather vest tied with leather strings in the front and leather breeches; one could not fight easily in a wrap, my sword sheath and slung over my back.

"I have been thinking, Zyre and I only discussed claiming me, not marking, and I may try to get him to mark me this very night. Maybe before the council and my duel with Xeela. I would feel more secure in my position with him, and I would have the world know; I have no desire to return to my former life, no matter how brief, before he claims me."

"Is it wise to push him? He said it isn't safe to claim you, and he has reasons."

"Marking isn't claiming, it does not make me his consort; it only declares his intent. And I will prove myself tonight. Surely in a month he can consolidate his power and be secured in his hegemony, then not even the elf king, my father, could dispute. Regardless, I will make the attempt to have him mark me with his scent."

"Well Mistress, I hope it goes well. I see no reason why he would not mark you, other than my scent being on you, but he must be dying for a release. Careful Mistress, there will be more than any amount even I have seen from an orc, if he truly hasn't had release since before the palace. You will be covered more than you can imagine."

"You needn't worry about you Melee, I have spoken to him. He knows I would not give you up... that way, or in any other way; he seemed not to mind it. He must know my heart is with him, and you and I seek a different pleasure. As for being covered, if that is the orc way, then so be it, I shall take what he gives me, however much, to have his scent, and to have all know I am his."

"Melee! Are you and the Mistress Analea ready? The feasting is beginning, and I would hate for the both of you to miss the best part.. the drinking! Come, the fires are lit, the meat is roasting on spits, and the night is warm."

"Gilead, indeed we are ready! And you lie, the best part will be when I am spit roasted, Ha!"

"Oh what a sight that will be! And there are many waiting to be the chosen ones, but drinking and feasting first, no?"

"Ha! Only one gets chosen Gilead, at least for the spit roasting, for one end or the other I will have your monster inside me at all times, as soon as I lose this wrap...."

"Aye, Melee, and I would have my monster in you at all times, whatever end you choose. Mistress Analea, forgive our banter, Zyre will be joining us shortly. He is in his tent yet, making final preparations. Join us."

"Hahaha Gilead, nothing to forgive. I have been with Melee far too long not to expect it. I would join your master in his tent before the feast. Do you think he will see me?"

"Aye, he would drop all for you, certainly, even if he won't say so. Go, and feel free to enter, he will not complain I think."

So we parted ways and I made my way to Zyre's tent. The door flaps were closed, and I could hear the roar of a fire within. I called out to him, letting him know I was there.

"Zyre, it is I, Analea."

"You needn't ask permission... " His words behind me, unexpectedly... I was startled and jumped.

"Ha! Skittish elf maiden? Hahaha.. I was just feeding my pack. Come, enter."

He entered first, pushing thru the thick heavy leather flaps and letting them fall closed behind us.

"It will be an eventful evening Analea. Much has been accomplished the last few days. Not all are declaring fealty, and there are some who have not arrived that should have, but it will be settled soon. I expect all the chieftains to declare loyalty here tonight, and the rest will be convinced when I ride out in the coming days."

"I am glad it is working out Zyre. And yes, it will be eventful, with the council, and my challenge. I would tho have it more eventful yet... "

Now in the moment, I was hesitant to bring it out and suggest the marking. I knew not how to say it as my words fled me.

"And how would you make it more eventful? Speak your mind Analea... I would hear your thoughts."

My mind was racing, not knowing how to broach this. One thing seemed most fitting, words with actions. I slipped my blade from off my shoulder, leaning it against the tent wall. I looked him in his dark brown eyes, with just the slightest hint of the orange flame. I knew my eyes were already burning yellow. I would see his eyes blaze for me, and I think I knew how to get what I desired. He was sitting now watching me, his eyes wandering over my body, if only he knew what I had just planned.

Standing before him I reached up and undid the ties binding my leather vest together, slipping it off my shoulders letting him gaze at my naked chest. His eyes flared, but he did not move, just waiting to see what I was going to do.

"Zyre, I know your reasons for not claiming me."

I approached him slowly, letting him watch me. Standing just before him, I slipped my leather breeches from over my hips, down my legs, standing completely naked before him. His huge member was alive, growing, pushing up against and out of, the simple loin cloth he wore.

"But Zyre, you could mark me, putting your scent upon me for all to know."

I went down on my knees before him putting my hands on his muscular thighs, running my hands up and down his powerful legs, I parted them, slipping myself between them; he made no attempt to thwart me. He watched me intently, his eyes growing to a brighter flame; I tried to keep my eyes on my hands, but could not help looking up at him, looking for signs of disapproval. I saw none, only an intense stare as his manhood grew larger and harder. I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, approaching his huge, hard as rock, pale green cock, his sack, heavy, hanging low.

"Mark me, Zyre. Let me give you some release, how long has it been for you Zyre? And give me release."

My hands were now at the base of his hardness, I let one slide down, feeling and cupping his heavy sack. Both of them filled more than my palm, as I rolled them round with my fingers. My other hand I let run up his huge shaft, feeling its hardness, its girth barely fitting in my hand as I closed my fingers around it. I wanted to feel every contour, every vein, every inch of it... I breathed hard and heavy, and even gasped slightly. I could only stare at the size of it as my hand ran from the base to the bulbous head, I was breathing thru my mouth, lips parted slightly, mouth watering at the sight, and the thoughts going thru my head. This was the first cock I had ever felt ( I do not count that beast in the arena) and I felt weakened by the sensations. If I had been standing, I would have to brace myself on something. I held it so close to my face I could smell his musky odor, and I breathed deep, I wanted so much more.

I gripped his shaft more firmly, and began to stroke it, mesmerized by how the skin moved with my hand, watching the head expand with every stroke down; he was still just watching me, eyes intently on mine. I moved closer to him and pushed my heavy breasts up on his lap, using his heavy shaft to part them and putting him between, still stroking him, now between my soft smooth breasts.

"Mark me, I know it is what you want, and I would have it. Your seed will not be in me, it will only show your intent to claim me, take me; tho I want you inside me, planting your seed, I know you cannot, but you can mark me; put your scent upon me. Release yourself on me, let me please you, and I will be pleased. You must need release, I know it has been some time, how long? Release on me, for me, because of me. Mark me Zyre, and give me my desire."

Still holding him between my breasts, one hand stroking him the other pushing my breasts together around his shaft, I looked down and with my long elf tongue, licked his crown as I brought him up between myself. The taste was new, and I know not how to describe it. His taste was like his musky scent, and I would have more, always more. After the first taste of his cock on my tongue, with every thrust up I took more of his head, not just licking, but between my lips, tightening my lips on his head, holding it, and using my tongue on him as I did. A groan from him, a shift in his hips, a slight push; I think he was trying to control himself, not thrust his cock deep in my mouth yet.

"Do you know what you are asking, Analea? Do you know what it means to be marked by an orc?"

"I do Zyre. And I would have you mark me. No other here, or any to be under your command would dare touch me, and no pure blood elf would ever think to have me. I would have it so. It matters not that I can destroy anyone who attempts me, I would have them kept from me because of you, because you scented me, marked me."

I whimpered when finally I felt his fluid begin to leak from his head, first running down his shaft onto my fingers, a light white liquid, almost transparent, then on my skin on my chest. He was not cumming yet, just leaking, dripping on my skin. I first angled his shaft so it would leak on my skin directly, wetting my breasts, pressing him into my soft skin. Taking him again between my soft mounds and riding him between them, his hardness between my soft breasts was a greater feeling than I could have imagined.. his iron shaft, my soft mounds enfolding him, his huge head riding to my lips, and my first taste of his fluid. I wanted to swallow him, engulf him in my mouth like I was doing with my large tits, but made myself remain calm. His fluid tasted of salt, just as Melee described it, a little bitter, warm on my lips and tongue, slowly dripping on my skin. I was surprised at first, but realized he was not cumming yet. I licked his head, stroking him as I held my tongue on him, letting him drip and dribble on it, watching me, a low growl, another movement of his hips, I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him, tasting him. I was dripping down my legs, slipping one hand down between my thighs and began sliding a finger in and out of my wet slit.

"Analea..."

He put one hand on the top of my head, not applying pressure, just holding it there.

"Hmmmm..."

I took him deeper, trying to remember what Melee had told me about taking such a large cock in my mouth, but it was hard just trying to focus on what I was doing, taking him deeper, and stroking him, breathing so I wouldn't have to stop.

"A marking means you will be covered Analea. Bathed in my seed. I will cover you in it, and my scent wll be in every pore. There is no turning back from a marking, especially for you. If I mark you, I WILL claim you, do be certain what you ask. You will be an orc's consort forever, I will not let you go if you accept this act. And know this. This is no elf or human cum. This is orc. Like a river bath, you will be dripping, covered head to foot, Analea. You can wait for me to claim you if you so decide."

I stopped sucking him, and pulled back but never let his shaft go. Looking at him, my eyes blazing yellow.

"Mark me. Bathe me in your seed. Cover me as you wish. Cum as much as you need, want. Give me all you are holding (I cupped his sack again), for however long. Give yourself release on me, however you wish. Marking me, to me, makes me yours. Give me all of your seed. If you wish, should I say it another way? Cum for me, on me. Cum on me. Cover me in your cum, bathe me in your cum. Every pore of my body wants it, give it to me, give me your cum Zyre. I would be nobody else's, nor would I be anywhere but where you are. Cum on me, mark me."

I took him back in my mouth, my hands on his legs to brace myself as I drove my head down taking all of him that I could. I tried to keep my tongue moving on him like Melee said, but he filled my mouth completely and I couldn't. All I could do was try to breathe thru my nose and move my head up and down. He soon put his hands on my head and began thrusting into me; I think he was trying to be gentle, but he is an orc, and he drove his shaft into my mouth deep, I gagged as his head hit the back of my throat. He was leaking his fluid into my mouth and down my throat the whole time, but I couldn't swallow it all and it went out around his shaft, past my lips, and down my chin. I understood why Melee loved this, I was dripping, my own fluids running down my thighs and legs, if I could touch myself, my own orgasm would have exploded.

He was grunting and growling while driving himself into my mouth, but I needed to stop, at least give my throat and mouth a break. I took half of his shaft out and began stroking him fast. I have never made a man cum before, and I was eager for it. I wanted to taste it and feel it, watch it happen. I could use my tongue again, and I did so eagerly. Swirling it around his head, underneath, above, wrapping my tongue around it, stroking him, feeling his movements, he was still pushing into me, his hands on my head. I glanced up and saw him watching me devouring his monster cock like I was starving; and in a way I was. Starving to make him cum, mark me, starving to taste him, starving to have him fill me, my mouth with his seed. Then he suddenly gripped his hands on my head harder, holding me still, his cock half buried in my mouth and he let out a grunting roar and unleashed his seed in my mouth. Wave after wave of his seed filled my mouth, pouring down my throat; I tried to relax like Melee said, but it was too much. I pulled off while he was still cumming. His seed poured out like a fresh dug spring in the ground. Gushing out of his swollen head, flooding my face, covering me completely.

The taste was salty, but sweet, and thick. Thicker than I thought it would be. It stuck in my throat and was hard to swallow, it stuck on my tongue coating it, making me cough it up and spit some out, all while his cock kept raging cum on my face, in my eyes and hair. I had to shut my eyes because it burned. I cleared my eyes so I could open them and when I did I saw him standing above me, holding his shaft in his hands, still as hard as before. I could feel his semen running down my face, onto my neck and chest. I was in a shock I think because I could not figure out how I felt... just.... wet, covered.. my pale blue skin now almost snow white in his liquid. Zyre wasn't done yet.

He pulled me from the floor by my arms and took me to his bed of furs and skins and laid me down on it. He stood above me, looking at my naked body, the upper part of me completely covered in his thick seed. I lay there letting him watch me, his eyes were on fire, as were mine, lust over powering any shame or modesty I may have. Running my hands up and down my body, thru his liquid cum that covered my skin; up to my breasts, squeezing them together, I wanted more, and I knew he wanted to give me more.

"If your not done Zyre, if you have more to give, I would take it all, always."

"I always have more Analea, and it will always be yours."

He mounted the pile of skins and furs, spreading his legs over me as he placed his still hard pale green cock between my cum soaked breasts and grabbed them, squeezing them together. He quickly began thrusting his cock hard between them, so hard my whole body was pushed back against the furs and skins beneath me, pushing them up behind me so I was no longer flat on my back, but my head and neck propped up. Now I could see as he thrust himself between my chest, fucking my breasts as I imagined he would fuck my body if only he would claim me.

He grunted and groaned and his thrusting became faster and harder, his huge hands squeezing my breasts harder and harder, the weight of his cock between my breasts was a pleasure I did not expect, and watching his cock thrust up between me was making me drip below even more, watching his giant head swell, pushing ever closer to my mouth, I leaned in to taste it again, this must have excited him as he growled and pushed harder and further up, pushing his head against my lips, over and over again his head hitting my lips, until I parted them letting him push all the way into my mouth, tasting him again and his semen covered cock until he was ready again. He stopped and stood above me, holding himself in his hand and again started cumming. All over my chest, my waist, and hips, spraying somewhere else with every burst of his liquid until I was truly covered and dripping. When he stopped, I could feel it running down my sides, dripping everywhere, leaving almost no part of me without his seed upon me.

"You are marked Analea, my scent covers you, it will be in every pore of your skin, all will know you are mine. Still, I would not leave you without pleasure, even tho I cannot enter you, seeding you, for a pure blood orc or elf would sense it, I can still give you something."

We heard drums beat outside, a slow regular beat repeating over and over.

"Zyre, they are calling the council, should you not go?"

"They can wait; I will not leave you without some satisfaction."

He leaned on the furs beside me, and leaning half over me he placed his hand between my thighs and stroked my wet lips with his large fingers, causing me to moan and open my legs for him. He slid a finger inside, pushing as deep as he could reach, and I was so consumed with desire my back arched and and I grabbed his hand, pushing it into me more. Stroking is finger in and out of me, circling it around, pressing against my walls, slowly stretching me while driving in and out of me. In a moment I received release, letting my orgasm wash over his finger, pushing my hips into his hand. When I finally calmed down and thought he was done, he slipped a second finger inside, and drove them hard and fast inside me. I could hear his hand slapping against my skin as he fucked me with his fingers, watching my body respond to what he did to me. I was in ecstasy as he drove inside me as deep as his fingers would go, until I came again, and again after that. I could not take much more and finally put my hand firmly on his letting him know. I truly did not want him to stop but my body could take no more.

The drums were still beating outside and getting louder. The council would be held just 200 paces from Zyre's tent. I laid there breathless covered in his seed.

"You should go Zyre. They will be waiting on you. I will join you shortly after I clean and dress."

"Very well. Join me soon."

He put his loincloth on and left the tent, leaving me alone with my conflicting thoughts.