06. The Witch of the Wood

*See chapter 00. Intro and chapter descriptions*

I awoke in the darkness, a gentle nudging of something wet and soft against my face. Opening my eyes I saw two yellow eyes staring back, Tiamat had entered my tent and awoken me. She snorted and nudged me, then turned and left the tent, leaving me in the darkness to gather my thoughts.

I had prepared the night before, after Zyre and I returned to camp, stopping throughout to feast, drink, and talk with his growing band of followers. He had left me to make his own preparations. I gathered a leather bag with dried and salted meats, cheeses, a wineskin, a water flask. I dressed quickly not wanting to make him wait. Leather breeches, black leather boots, my blade across my back, knife belt around my hips, my leather halter, a light woolen shirt, and my riding cloak to fend off the chilly morning air. As an after thought, I strung my bow and a quiver of arrows, before heading out of my tent. Zyre was there, in the shadows of torches lit throughout the camp and dying fires, finishing harnessing Tiamat and Gorlung.

"Analea, are you well rested? We have a long hard ride through the heart of the forest. I hope Tiamat waking you wasn't startling."

"I am. And no I wasn't startled, but you could have awoken me yourself, I wouldn't have minded. And I am no stranger to rough terrain and hard riding."

"Hmmph. Travel by wolf in the woods is not like travelling by steed in open country. This will be your first time on a direwolf. You will find it different. And I am unsure Tiamat would have let me enter your tent, ha! You are well guarded indeed."

"I'm certain Tiamat will go easy on me, tho I look forward to the freedom of racing thru the trees."

"Ha! It is freedom itself, but you will be sore and aching when done."

"So I have been warned... about a long hard ride I haven't experienced before. Still, I look forward to the pain and the pleasure."

It took him a moment to realize the joke.

"Ha! I see... well, mount now and we shall see what you can handle, and what you can handle in the future."

He mounted Gorlung as I finished prepping my gear upon Tiamat's saddle, before leaping upon her back. With a click of his tongue and a kick of his heals, Gorlung shot off thru the dark morning, into the darker forest, and I urged Tiamat to follow, and off we went.

The forest was pitch, and even tho elvish eyes see well in the dark, the speed at which the wolves run makes it hard to discern much. Their instincts and sight must be truly exceptional. No false steps, just the occasional whipping branch, the creaking of a fallen tree they sprung upon, and from. The woods were silent except for the panting and hard breathing of our mounts and ourselves.

Zyre and Gorlung had pulled well ahead; he was right, riding a wolf was far different than a steed. It was harder to balance, even with a saddle made for a wolf. My thighs were burning within an hour, and my arms ached from the tenseness with which I held the reigns. Dodging trees to and fro, right to left, sometimes over, sometimes under, fallen trees; balance was a challenge, and I felt guilty to Tiamat for my inexperience, and I could sense her frustration.

I had to focus and trust her, as I would my steed upon the plains, in battle or chase. Once I realized that, I closed my eyes and focused on how her body moved below me, her muscle movement, how her legs moved, her body swayed with how she ran. I relaxed my hands and eased my thighs, letting my body move with hers. She must have noticed the change, as I heard her snarl and growl. I opened my eyes and leaned into her, by her large pointed ears.

"Very well, Tiamat. I am prepared. Show them how you run!"

A loud roar, and she sprung from off a fallen tree, leaping a distance I didn't think possible. Smashing her shoulders into dead trees, felling them and making her path as straight as possible. My body was jerked every which way with her movements and I thought I would lose my grip, but I did not and got my bearings soon enough, and now I could see Zyre's back thru the trees as we closed the distance between us.

As she raced thru the trees and I got my bearings, I could finally focus on the exhilaration of what was happening. This was certainly freedom, better than racing nowhere on a steed across the plains. The forest offers a freedom and solitude nothing else can, and the feeling and emotion was overwhelming, and every experience I've had since meeting Zyre made me realize just how dead my old life was. I would never surrender this life for anything. Here I was free, with him I was myself, and soon my desire would be fulfilled, I simply needed patience.

Thus far we had run in a straight line from the encampment, but before we could catch up to Zyre, he veered sharp to the right, and with the rising dawn, it was hard to see why at first. But I noticed the tree line appeared to end, and soon I realized the direction we had been going gave way to a clear blue sky. As we veered off, I noticed the land sloping down, and realized a cliff face had been right before us. The river in this part of the forest had cut a deep ravine, a steep cliff face, and we were following a steady slope downward. As the trees thinned as we went along, below us, I could catch glimpses of the river below, and even ground, and sandy banks, further away than at first appeared. It took perhaps another half an hour for us to arrive at the bank, Zyre and Gorlung waiting for us.

"Slow riding... should have expected as much from a palace princess, but not from a wolf I raised by my own hand."

"Do not be too hard on Tiamat, she carried an unpracticed rider, but we were catching up, were we not?"

I scratched her ears and took meat from my bag and gave it to her.

"Are you always so hard on an inexperienced rider? Perhaps I should remember that and reconsider."

"Hahaha.... fear not Mistress Analea, I will train you well and teach you how to ride."

"I look forward to the training Zyre, and the ride."

"Aye, but enough. Come and dismount. They will hunt, and we will refresh ourselves and break our fast here by the river."

"Is there time for that?"

"The sun has only broken the horizon an hour or so ago. There is plenty. Rest yourself, and I am starving."

Zyre unharnessed the wolves and set them loose, and off they bounded into the forest, silent as the dawn that just broke. We took the bags we brought and ate; me but little, him a great deal.

"Will you have enough for the journey back?"

"Eat to your contentment Analea. They are expert hunters and nothing escapes them. They will bring us back fresh meat, and after our summons we will light a fire and take our ease home."

"Very well. This forest is beautiful Zyre. Have you been thru it all?"

"I rode, hunted, explored, and fought in these trees for my entire existence. I call it an encampment, but that location is home for me. This forest is home, and I will have no other."

"I remember hearing talk of the abandoned human city, where the arena is, of becoming the orc center of power. Is there no truth to this?"

"Some would have it so. My father considered it. The elves and humans would prefer the orc not to be nomadic. But there is no life inside of walls for me, and I will not have it, and I believe most orcs would agree."

"All I've ever known is walls, and there is no life inside them. Since I have been with you in your camp, I have been more free than ever in my 100 years. I would, could not give up this life now."

"You will not have to. And I would prefer you stay at the camp rather than risk return. My spies tell me things I do not like. It is likely the king betrayed us to Syrte, and perhaps instigated the goblin attack, as a distraction and a test. I do not like this plan of yours Analea."

"What spies, Zyre? What have they said and where does this information come from? I am to be your consort, you must tell me these things."

"Hmmm. Forgive me. I keep my secrets guarded, even from those closest. You are correct, I must tell you. Very well. I have spies in Syrte's clan. The demon orcs have been conspiring for power for years now, and they have taken gold from elf envoys with your father's coat of arms. Whispers in taverns speak of fomenting dissention, not just here, but in other kingdoms as well. His agents seek ancient texts of spells, and weapons the demons used against the fae in their war ages past."

"But why? Does no one know?"

"None. Cyllian it is said, travels to the north elf kingdom. There is talk of betrayal and corruption against it's aging king. And he travels only with guards and soldiers of half blood. That tells me much about what, and who, he trusts, as well as his own thoughts."

"His betrothed is the daughter of the kingdom. Deniera. He would not let the kingdom fall."

"But consider who is behind the corruption."

Just then there was the sound of felled trees, and rough panting and growling, and Gorlung and Tiamat came bursting thru the under brush, jumping straight into the river, one after the other. They pounced one upon the other, biting and pawing with their sharp claws. They snapped at the water, and rolled it, soaking their thick fur before Zyre gave a lound grunt and they leapt up the embankment.

"Bah! Dogs! Now we ride wet mounts the rest of the way. Foolish beasts."

Gorlung was standing gauging his masters' anger, then pounced upon him, toppling him and I could not help but laugh.

"Hahahaha! The mighty orc hegemon, felled first by an elf maiden, then his own wolf! Whatever would your band say?"

After tussling around in the dirt, rolling over and over, giving playful smacks, and Gorlung nipping, the match ended.

"Hmmm, elf princess, I believe in the first you yielded, and in the second, the master clearly won."

"Ha! I have yet to yield myself to you, and as for the second, I call it a draw. Gorlung did not surrender."

"Bah! What does an elf maiden know of orc ways. Cannot even ride a wolf, let alone an orc."

"Oh truly? We shall see as soon as said orc feels he's capable of claiming, and 'training' said elf maiden. Until then we cannot know, can we?"

"Capable! Oh be careful Mistress Analea, or there will be no mercy given on the day of your claiming."

"What did I say before? I ask for no quarter given. Indeed, I insist none be given for certainly none will be given from me."

"Haha! Like the marking, you do not know what you ask, but we shall see. But the sun has advanced much, and she who summoned cannot be kept waiting. We must go."

We saddled the wolves, and gathered our things, leaving little trace of our presence, and we rode off into the heart of the forest.

Another hour and more we rode thru the forest as the sun rose, light replacing shadows slowly. Then as we climbed a rise, the land leveled off, and I did not need to be told we had arrived. Before us I could see the standing stones inside a wider circle of tall trees, the sun light bathing the stones, and the patch of green grass within it. I reigned in Tiamat as Zyre reigned in beside me.

"We are arrived. The heart of the forest. If you are still, you can feel it beating, pulsing in and thru you. What magic is here, none know."

I did not answer. I closed my white eyes, and felt it. Let the pulsing wash over me. That pulsing was power; I felt life in it, overwhelming life, and perhaps death. We dismounted, and without realizing why, cast my arms aside, knives and blade, resting them near a tree. I just knew no weapon would be welcomed here, or needed. Zyre did the same.

"Are you well, Analea?"

"Yes. Zyre, I saw this in a dream. An old woman spoke the prophecy to me, then vanished. I was here."

"Hmm. She summoned you days ago, then. That explains her servant in the camp."

As he spoke, that servant stepped from the trees.

"Come, come. You are almost late."

We approached the dwarf, still in his brown and green ragged clothing, and he waited as we came nearer, watching us. We were about to enter the stone circle, the both of us, when he raised a hand.

"No. Only the maiden enters. The orc she has spoken to before. It is forbidden for one to enter who has not been invited. Come elf woman, she waits."

I was shocked. I looked at Zyre to see how he would react. I cannot imagine anyone speaking to him in such a manner and he not being filled with anger, but he was not. A simple grunt, and he looked upon me, and turned back to where Gorlung and Tiamat waited. I watched him leave with a bit of trepidation, nervous as to why I would be summoned.

The dwarf did not enter the circle, but extended his hand so that I should move forward. I stepped between two standing stones, and felt a difference in the earth. Instead of the hard beaten ground, riddled with tree roots and under brush, I stepped on soft green vibrant grass. The sun shone clear over head, so bright that at first I had to squint. Then I saw her, just as she had been in my dream. The same brown and green cloak, long grey hair, the leather bag, and picking flowers and herbs. She did not raise her head to look at me as I stood there adjusting my sight. I knew not what to do, so I approached her slowly, and began to pick the flowers and herbs that sprung under her feet as she walked slowly in the standing stones.

"A kind and helpful child you are, elf maiden."

"A child? No old mother. I have seen 100 summers, although I have never seen a spot so peaceful and beautiful as this."

"Hahaha... a child to me tho envoy Analea. Or perhaps we should use your real title, Analea, Queen of the Orc."

I blushed tho I do not know why, and as she said it she turned to look at me with those grey eyes, like storm clouds in the summer.

"I am no queen. An envoy only."

"Ah, but soon. Your old life is gone, is it not? Haven't you already bid it farewell in favor of a new life?"

"I would well choose it, old mother."

"Well patience, child of the Sun. There are yet trials to be met. But tell me, what would you ask me?"

"Why am I here? Why have you summoned me? You called me 'child of the Sun', is it true? You spoke in my dream, but I do not understand."

"The light and the dark must come together. They must be one. Only then will this ages shadows pass. Your Fate has been set, as has his, but it can still be thwarted. I summon you to ensure Fate succeeds, for succeed it must."

"Riddles old mother, you speak in riddles like I am supposed to have this knowledge."

"Knowledge comes with knowing oneself. Do you know who you are, or do you not?"

"I... I do not."

"Hmmm. Your parents? Birthright?"

"Only my father. My mother I have never seen. Only that she is fae."

"Hahaha... you see your mother everyday, Analea. And she sees you. Only in the dark are you lost to each others sight. Did you think the gods out of kindness just gave you power? Your mother was Fated to have you, as you are Fated to light the dark places of the world."

I instinctively looked above to the clear blue sky and the yellow sun was beating down.

"Yes Analea. Daughter of the Sun. And as the sun sets nightly, and grows weak in the winter, so goes the goddess within you."

"I don't understand... how do you know? Are you she? Are you fae?"

"No no no. I am something... other. The Witch of the Wood is all you need to know."

"Can you tell me if my father betrayed me and why? If he did, why did he take me in?"

"A promise made, and curses bind. But mortal plans often come to naught. The mind is easily corrupted, the will bent, power, even that of others, tempts, eyes go blind, and hearts go black. But Fate is hard to defy."

"More riddles, Grandmother? So be it. I suppose all will become clear in time."

"Be not upset as you go on your way, consort of he who descends from the god of war, and remember this. Light is Love, War is Darkness, and Love still blinds and brings agony, and War brings justice and peace. Every being, every living thing, is tied to these two things. For all ages have Love and War been bound together as one, and for all ages to come so shall they be. One and inseparable, yet two and different, always they make a whole."

"Now you speak more clearly, and to my liking. For if I am light and he darkness, I would be forever bound to him. But why Grandmother tell me all this? If Fate is real, and it is decreed, we have no agency in this."

"There are times to rage against Fate, and there are times to abide by Fates decree. Think not that Fate cannot be denied, but now the stars are aligned. Love burns strong, war is coming. When the two become one a new world will be birthed. That is all, elf maiden. Go, be on your way, I have all the herbs I need."

The ancient woman walked towards the edge of the stone circle opposite of me, and without a glance back, stepped beyond the stones, and was gone. As I stood I felt a breeze for what I realized was the first time, and the sun faded ever so slightly. I turned to look and for the first time since I stepped into the circle I saw Zyre without, shirtless, digging a pit in the ground and placing dead wood within.

Zyre watched me approach with something of a smirk. He must have seen my... consternation? Confusion? Both, perhaps.

"Well Analea, did you learn anything?"

"Is that a joke, Zyre? Yes I did, she said I am the daughter of the Sun and explained the waxing and waning of my power, but I am also confused."

"Ha! Riddles and mysteries. Truth maybe, but more riddles. What was said about your power?"

"That the sun rests in the evening, and goes weak in the winter, so goes the goddess in me. But I would know Zyre when you spoke to her in your youth, did she tell you of me?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not. It was many years ago, and I do not put much into it. Fate wills what it wills. I must rule, and protect my people from whatever threatens."

"Do you remember nothing of what she said?"

"Something about Love is light, war is darkness, forever are they bound."

"And your lineage Zyre?"

"Hmmm, it matters little. Rout is said to be my mother, daughter of the god of war. Do not let these things concern you too much. They matter little. More important is were we betrayed, and why."

"That is why I must return."

"I do not like it, but you are insistent. So be it. Come light the fire, the wolves will return from the hunt soon."

"Haha! What is it with orcs not being able to light a fire? Cannot you use your flint?"

"I need no flint when I have the daughter of the Sun to light my flame."

"It is good to hear that I light your flame."

I put my hand to the kindling, focusing myself on just my hand, looking him in the eyes, and I saw the orange flame burning faintly in them as I heated the kindling until the flame burst and I felt the desire and lust burning in me.

"In all ways Analea, you spark a flame in me, and the demonstration of your power is always impressive. Now come, while we wait take your blade and let us spar. Let's see your skill with a blade."

I removed my light woolen shirt, took my blade and unsheathed it, twirling it about, slicing the air, and he took up a short iron blade.

"No hammer Zyre?"

"Ha! I would not want to shatter that fine blade of yours."

"More likely you would lose your hammer to my blade."

To put proof to my words, I made a quick swipe upon a fallen oak with a limb as thick as his arms, and it cut clear thru with ease.

"You see? You shall soon be defenseless. Come, test my skill."

We thrust and parried, iron on steel. I made sure to clash my blade with only glancing blows, not wanting to shatter his short iron blade; his length of arm made up for the shortness of his blade, the length of mine made up for the difference in our strength of arm.

We crossed blades and I, with better leverage, forced our blades down, spinning myself in the other direction I went for the backhand, but he caught my wrist, spun me back around under his arm, and pulled me to him. There was nothing I could do without cutting him, his strong arm around me, holding me tight. I dropped my blade.

"Is this a surrender, Analea?"

"Unless you wish to lose a limb, I have no choice Zyre."

"You think you could escape this?"

"Assuredly, but it would be a shame to lose you when I haven't had you yet."

"Haha! Perhaps.... "

"Perhaps what Zyre?"

I felt his heat, his hardness. Our words from yesterday were in my ears, how I told him he could refresh his marking whenever he wished, and I wished he would. His hardness was pressing against me, my chest pressing against him. He did not release me, and I did not try to escape his hold, content to be this near his strong muscular body, looking into his burning eyes, and I knew mine were burning yellow.

"It is well then that you brought the woolen shirt and riding cloak."

Before I could speak he stepped back and reached out, grabbing my leather halter and with his strong fingers ripped the little leather strip in between releasing and exposing my large pale blue breasts. I Put my hands to him and undid his leather breeches, releasing and exposing his large pale green cock, dripping and hard. I took it, wrapping my hand around it and stroked it, knees going weak at the feel of his stiffness. By the gods I wanted him to tear my breeches off, impale me on him, feel him sliding inside me. I almost begged him to.

He grabbed me, picked me up and carried me to a soft patch of grass and set me down. I went to take him in my mouth, salivating at the thought of tasting him, that giant cock, but before I could, he pushed me back and mounted me, straddling my waist, his hard heavy manhood thumped on my chest right between my breasts. I pressed them together, wrapping around him, squeezing him between my fleshy mounds. He rode himself between them, at first his hands upon mine, riding up, his giant soft head pressing into my neck, or chin. I tried to raise my head but couldn't hold it up long enough to feel him on my lips or take him in my mouth. He put a hand on the back of my head, holding me up so I could.

Flicking my long tongue out with every upward stroke of his long shaft, my legs spread beneath him, watching him fuck my tits, right up to my warm eager mouth. He raised my head up more, and now his giant head could hit and press my lips, I moaned, I opened my mouth, taking his head, but it wasn't enough, I wanted more. I squeezed my breasts harder against him, his thrusts became harder and harder, faster, hitting my lips, entering my mouth, I felt his head slide in, I could taste his cock, his leaking precum on my tongue. The faster he thrust between my chest, the more I squeezed, and rubbed my tits against his shaft. I wanted him to cum, wanted to taste it, feel that warm liquid on my skin, my lips, taste it on my tongue.

"Mmmm Zyre, yes... ah ah yes... release for me. Release yourself on me. Please yourself on me. Mark me again."

A grunt, an orcish growl. His grip on my breasts tightening, squeezing them hard. He pushed harder, I felt his weight upon me, the weight of his cock between my tits wrapping his shaft. A snarl, a growl, a hard thrust, and the first spray of cum shot out, covering my lips. I opened my mouth, more cum, I could taste its saltiness, and sweetness. I raised my head more wrapping his large head with my lips, another burst in my mouth, coating it, shooting down my throat, I swallowed what I could.

Zyre pulled himself from my mouth, and pulling out and away he sprayed my chest, each breast and between them. My tits and fingers covered in orc cum, he put his heavy shaft between my tits again, and thrust his cock along my cum soaked breasts, pushing again to my lips, I took more cum, more of his seed upon me. I put my hand over it, feeling it slide upon my skin, wet and sticky, his cum smeared all along his shaft, from the head down to his heavy hanging sack.

With a grunt and a growl, he stopped, and raised himself off me. I lay there beneath him, letting him look upon me covered with his seed.

"Do you like what you see Zyre? Your chosen consort beneath you, wearing your seed like a cloak?"

"Aye, Analea. And if orc law allowed, I would have you here and now. But a vow has been made, and it must be public."

He continued to stare, and I continued to meet his gaze. I loved how he looked at me, and wanted to be seen.

"Some traditions are... inconvenient. But... "

I rose to my knees before him, taking his cum soaked cock in my hand.

"... lord Zyre, you can take my mouth. Not only that, but if it is your desire, it would be mine, if you want to fuck my mouth. I told you I am yours, your pleasure is mine, and your cumming will make me cum. If you desire it."

I wrapped my lips around his giant head, licking all around it, wiping it clean of his cum, swallowing what was there; it was still leaking and dripping his seed. I slid my mouth down his slick and wet shaft, stretching my lips and jaw around him, taking and feeling the weight of his full and heavy low hanging sack in my hand. More and more of him I took, not knowing if I could take all of it, but slowly I tried, closing my eyes, his shaft seemed never ending, before finally I felt him in my throat. I was able, this time, to focus more on what Melee had told me about taking cock in my mouth, and open my throat, like I was quaffing an ale.

I moaned on him, and he growled back, feeling and massaging his balls, my tongue working as much it could, my face pressed against him, it was a little difficult to breathe, but I would not surrender his taste, his feel, his hard veiny cock in my mouth, I loved it, even if my jaw was already beginning to ache from his size.

Zyre put his hands on my head as I began to slide my mouth along his shaft, tasting all that cum that was smeared along him from him cumming on my chest, and the taste of it with the taste of his musky salty skin made me wet. I slipped my fingers down inside my breeches sliding fingers into my wetness, and as I did so he pushed my long silver hair out of the way, gripped my head on either side, and began thrusting his cock into my mouth.

I held still, except my fingers pushing in and out, trying to time it with his pushing. He slid slowly, and I felt and tasted every inch of his shaft, aware of every vein, even how my lips pushed apart as his large head pulled out between them and I was careful to keep my lips tight upon his crown, even when he pulled out. He gave me some moments to breathe, looking down at me, I looking up at him, his shaft in one hand, I slid down again to his sack, fingers still inside myself. Holding his large cock up, I licked beneath, to his sack, licking his balls where his cum had leaked down and was dripping off, back up his long shaft and to his mushroom head.

Going to take him back into my mouth, opening my mouth, tongue out, he suddenly took me by his hands and thrust himself into my mouth, fast and hard, I gagged as his head hit the back of my throat. He held himself there but a moment, before repeating the movement again and again. Each time he hit and entered my throat harder and faster, thrusting and pushing and ramming himself into my eager wet mouth. My fingers worked in me faster, deeper with every one of his cock thrusts into my mouth. More and more, feeding me his entire length and girth, my jaw aching, but with pleasure and ache. His sack swinging and hitting my chin, his hands tight grip upon my head.

His grunts and groans letting me know his pleasure as he took over my sucking his cock, the pleasure he had in fucking my elf mouth. I loved letting go and letting him take over, use my mouth as he wished, as hard as he wanted. My spit and drool were leaking out from my lips and along his monster shaft. He stopped hitting my throat, and only thrust half his length in me, I moaned on it, whimpered, and felt, with my fingers in me, an orgasm building.

Zyre's half thrusting, this... half feeding, face fucking I was receiving did not last long. As I felt my orgasm building, his grip tightened, and he thrust hard, shoving all the way in my mouth again. So hard, so deep, his cock forced my throat open, a short pull back, another hard thrust, I felt his head in my throat, over and over, and the fourth, but not the last, thrust, gave me my orgasm. I came all over my fingers and hand, again and again, and as much as I could I screamed over the cock in my mouth and throat.

Again and again Zyre thrust himself into my throat, pausing, holding my face tight to him as he buried that cock in my throat, holding his cock there, I felt his precum leaking down into my stomach. What I always thought would be humiliating was making me wetter and wetter, my fluids leaking out of me. Every thrust of that cock into my mouth made me want more, I wanted to taste more, feel more, I wanted him to release, to cum in my mouth like that, buried in me, in my throat.

He relented, and pulled himself out, I gasped and struggled for a moment for breath, my chest heaving, lungs taking in air. My spit and drool covering his head and shaft, dripping off my lips onto my chest, strings of it attached between my mouth and his rigged cock. I looked up at him and he down at me, I held his shaft in my hand, and as I caught my breath, I lifted his shaft straight, and licked from the top down, reaching his base, back over his sack. I remembered Melee speaking of taking those into her mouth, gently, she said. Those heavy balls were covered in my spit and his dried cum, but I was like something possessed, and would not stop, I hungered for him so. With my tongue extended I wrapped one and pulled it into my mouth, resting his fully hard manhood upon my face as I did so. Rolling it in my mouth, sucking gently, I released the one, then took the other, repeating what I had just done. I wondered if I could open my mouth enough to take both. Crouching lower, placing my mouth directly beneath him, I stretched my already aching jaw as much as I could, taking one, then the other, his heavy sack completely in my mouth. Sucking gently, my tongue licking back and forth the bottom, feeling his balls roll and move in my mouth. His groans and grunts, his hand upon mine holding his shaft, gently stroking while I had his sack in my mouth, let me know his pleasure.

I released him from my wet warm mouth, looking at him to see the pleasure upon his face, taking a few deep breaths, he took himself from my hand and stroked himself in front of my face, my mouth open, panting, naked chest heaving, spit and drool hanging from my mouth. I knew what he was going to do, and guessed it was because he thought I was tired, my jaw sore, but I wanted more.

"No Zyre. Feed me, feed me more. I hunger for it. Never did I think I would want my face, my mouth, fucked, forced. My throat forced open. I hunger for it, want it, need it. I have my breath again, push inside my mouth, push your huge cock into my throat, force your cum, your seed, down my gullet. Feed me your meat, your seed. I want nothing else but this."

"Hmmm Analea. You truly are insatiable, but I would not push you too hard, yet."

"Zyre, must I beg you for this too? I am already on my knees before you. Feed me your manhood, your cock, your seed. I ask you again, fuck my mouth, my throat. I have cum once already, I will cum again. The pleasure of feeling you force open my throat is something I could not have imagined. Please Zyre. Again, more. Feed your consort what she desires."

I did not wait for him to respond, but took him in my mouth again, pushing my own face all the way down, until I felt my head hit is abdomen.

"Aggghhh.. Analea. Eat my orc cock! Aaghh!"

I knew of course I had him and I would get my desire. His hands back on my head, in my hair, I braced myself once again against his iron thighs. Harder and rougher yet, he gripped me and thrust himself in my mouth. I moaned on him, over and over, my eyes watering, as again and again I felt his head down my throat, my face slamming into his stomach, his sack slamming my chin, swinging under and up, he was going so hard. It hurt, but in a way I loved and wanted, the force and hardness of his cock sliding over my tongue, his taste, his size stretching my jaw.

Zyre changed his pace. Slowing his thrusting. He pulled back slow, so far back my lips were only on his head, and I would lick that soft fleshy part with my tongue every time.

"Analea, since you want and desire your mouth fucked, I will fuck your mouth as I would fuck you, brace yourself."

I moaned on him, and squealed, then for a moment only pulled off his shaft.

"Ah, yes! Fuck my mouth as you would fuck me. Use your force, fuck my mouth like an orc!"

I changed my position so I would not need to brace against him, but could fuck myself with my fingers while he fucked my face how he, and I, wanted.

This time there was no hesitation, no slow start. Barely had I slipped my slender fingers in my wetness when I felt his grip upon me tighten, and a hard sharp grunt and he pulled my face into him and thrust his cock hard and deep all at once. I felt his head enter my throat, he pulled my face closer, smooshing and holding my face against him, giving short, hard thrusts into my mouth. My fingers were buried all the way inside me, curling within, juices running down and out. After a few hard thrusts into my throat, he pulled back, I felt half his cock slide out from my mouth and lips, before another grunt and hard pull and thrust, another holding me to him. Again and again, Zyre forcefully shoved his hard length into my mouth, my throat, force feeding me his iron hard cock, and with every thrust his head worked further into my throat, forcing it down, choking and gagging me on him.

Every time he thrust further, harder, every time I felt his round soft head hit and enter my throat, brought me closer to my own orgasm. I tapped his leg, asking to breathe, he gave me a moment right when his throat fucking and my fingers brought me to ecstasy. My orgasm crashed thru me, wracking my body, every muscle spasmed and tightened, my head almost thrown back, except he stopped me, and held me on his giant cock, making me scream out my orgasm around his mouth filling, jaw stretching rock hard orc meat, forcing me to eat it, take it, while my orgasm screamed thru me, and it only intensified my cumming, causing me to cum all over my hand, my cum squirting out of me, soaking fingers, hand, wrist, my leather breeches which were still on.

Before my orgasm could end, before I could collect myself and catch my breath, before my senses came back to me, again using his force, he continued the rough mouth, face fucking he was giving me. Harder, harder, harder again, he forced his cock further and further into my mouth, down my throat, my face crushed against his hard body, and I felt something I never imagined I could, something I never imagined anyone ever feeling.

His shaft was so far buried in my mouth, his head so far into my throat, the force of this face fucking so great, his cock so hard, his head so swollen, I felt his giant head push and bulge out my throat. After the first I felt it, he pulled back, and as before, the next thrust harder than the last, and again and again I felt his massive meat bulge my throat, until finally, when I felt I couldn't take much more, tho I wanted it, he gripped my head hard, pulling my face against him again, howled, growled, roared, and holding me fast, his cock so large, so filling, I felt his entire shaft expand and harden more, felt his head expand in my throat, as his torrent of cum came spurting out, straight down my throat, filling it quickly, pouring into my stomach, as his shaft just kept pulsing, his head kept expanding, pushing against my throat, with every jet of seed and cum shot out of his shaft.

My fingers not even in me, and I came again, another orgasm as I felt his semen shoot down, not even having to swallow, tho with his cock so buried in me, my body instinctively swallowed, milking his cumming cock as I knew my wet slit would, if only he were in me.

I began choking quickly with him cumming this way, gagging, coughing up his semen, my own spit, but mostly his cum, coming up, pouring out of my lips around his hard green shaft. Zyre relented, pulling back as he kept jetting cum out of his head, filling my mouth more, until he finally exited beyond my soft lips. I went down on all fours, head down, coughing, my tangled silver hair hanging around me. Coughing and spitting up mouthfuls of cum on the ground before me.

Zyre stood before me, still erect, still hard, that cock, now mine, pointing right at me as I was finally able to sit up on my knees again, looking up at him.

"Come, enough now Analea. You have never needed to prove anything to me, and I have taken my pleasure of you, and given you what you asked. A mouth fucking that only an orc can give. Rest, recover, you have taken much, of cock and my cum."

No. I wanted but a little more. Something gentle, to actually feel him in my mouth, taste him, to feel and taste his cum on my tongue.

"Zyre, let me finish this the way I would. Gently take you, not all of you, but some, feel and taste your seed on my tongue, clean you, swallow your seed my way, tho I loved your force, and want it again, and again, and as you please, when you will, I would still have you gently, stroke your cum out of your cock myself, for me. To savor your taste and flavor."

I took his shaft in my hand wrapping slender fingers around him and took his head against my lips, pressing him into me while stroking his shaft. Parting my lips I slipped his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue over and around the mushroom head while it still dripped cum. The taste on my tongue brought a moan from me, and I slipped more of him in, still stroking, gripping hard, but a slow stroke. Half of his cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling and licking, feeling the weight of him pressing inside, he didn't move, no thrusting or pushing, just letting me taste and feel and stroke him, on my knees before him. I love his taste, and could suck this cock forever I felt, feel it stretch my jaw, taste it, lick it, stroke his tight green skin over his hardness.

I felt him grow more rigged in my hand, and with the other I cupped his large sack and began massaging his balls, to coax everything out. I took him out of my mouth, positioned myself under, mouth open, my long elf tongue extended out, and waited for his taste. His cum shot out, the first spurts hitting my face, before I slowed my pulling to long slow strokes, bringing his white liquid out slowly, leaking and pouring onto my waiting tongue. I stopped stroking only long enough to swallow what he gave, then took him back into my mouth to feel his cock spurting, filling my mouth before swallowing what he had left. This cumming was not what my marking was, he controlled how much he gave me, not wanting to bathe and cover me again.

Finishing he pulled himself from without my mouth and walked away. Slightly annoyed at first, until I realized he went to grab our water skins and bring them to me. I drank heavy washing down the cum in my mouth and throat, then poured the rest on my face and chest, cleaning off as best I could; I did not want to continue our journey back with dried cum all over me.

As I finished cleaning off and put my woolen shirt back on, Gorlung and Tiamat returned with a forest deer which Zyre took and skinned and quartered for our meal, putting the meat on spits and giving the rest to them.

"Unless we are delayed we should return to camp before nightfall. A good day, a good journey."

"It was Zyre. Even without the knowledge gained, time with just you racing thru the forest, and our sparring, made this a good day. Before, in the palace, days like this were rare indeed. I hope now to have more of them."

I knew I left something out, but I had never been one to openly speak of such things, and wasn't sure I should. And yes, I would like more of that as well.

"You shall, Analea. You will find an orc life more freeing than any other. And I would answer a question you asked at your marking."

"What question is that? I do not recall asking any?"

"The night before my father told me I was to go to the Elf King's palace to negotiate the peace. That was my last release, before I marked you. We left the camp a week after he told me."

"You were at the palace for three weeks... yet you took no pleasure?"

I was stunned, did not know how to respond, so I responded poorly, but I think he knew as he looked at my face, the look of shock could not be hidden. It was unheard of for an orc to go so long without taking a woman.

"When he told me Analea, all I could see was your face. No woman could give me release after that. There would have been no satisfaction in it. So know you are not the only one suffering until your claiming, ha!"

"Zyre... I... thank you."

"I want nothing but you, Analea, know this."

"I do. And perhaps I am sorry for pressing so much to have you, offering myself to you as I do...."

I hesitated before saying it, but also knew with him I could say what I would.

"Offering you my chest, my mouth, for your use and pleasure. Perhaps I make it more difficult."

"Ha! You do not. And I shall have more, I am sure. Marking you was the most satisfaction I have ever received, and perhaps the most I have ever released. As long as you are pleased and you desire it, I shall certainly want more."

"I have not misled you, Zyre. As, when, and how you will. Today was most satisfying, and gratifying."

Embarrassed again I rose and began gathering my things. My knife belt, blade across my back, a hip quiver of arrows. I harnessed Tiamat as Zyre did Gorlung, when both wolves snarled and became restless. Tiamat stalked off a short distance, snout in the air, Zyre noticed as well and we both began sniffing. Gorlung and Tiamat both becoming more and more agitated, the hair on their backs standing up.

"Humans.... "

"And goblins. I can get but a whiff of the foulness."

Zyre snorted as he sniffed.

"This way."

We leapt upon our mounts and rode fast but silent thru the forest.