07. A Goblin Fight

*See chapter 00. Intro and chapter descriptions*

We rode silently thru the forest, picking open pathways and animal trails to avoid the under brush, the going was slower than we would have liked, but it wasn't long before we could hear raised voices, shouting of men and screams of terrified women and children.

Coming up over a rise and cresting a hill, I saw movement in a tall tree rising from the ground beneath us. I reigned in Tiamat, Zyre noticed and brought Gorlung to a halt. I took my bow and two arrows, notching one just as a goblin descended from the top branches, head downwards. I released my first, then the second before the first landed. Two quick dull thuds and the goblin died silently, pinned to the tree. Zyre took Gorlung around the hill, looking about and sniffing the air. In the forest sound echoes, making it hard to locate.

I nodded in a direction to our right, towards the hills and some rocky outcrops, we moved. Zyre dismounted and with a wave of his hand sent his wolf back to our left, taking his hammer and iron blade in hand.

"I will go straight over the outcropping, sending Gorlung to circle about. Take Tiamat, stay mounted, circle to the right. Use your bow when you get close. We will be sure that none escape. Protect the humans first, and if any yet live, join me in the butchering."

I simply nodded, not wanting to speak or waste more time. I took Tiamat at a fast trot thru the trees, looking for a vantage point. Descending the hill the voices grew louder, and now the hissing and screeching of goblins as well. As I rounded a curve on the hill I could see a band of humans, weapons drawn, a handful of women and children behind them. The men were few, too few. I could see at least 15 goblins surrounding and approaching. I found thick underbrush and took Tiamat there. Rising to my feet in her saddle, I drew my bow and fired, one and two, and two goblins fell quick. Both humans and goblins turned in shock, then a mighty roar, and from a rock outcropping Zyre leapt and landed just behind them. With growl and a roar challenging the goblins he wielding his hammer drawing some of them away from the humans. Two more arrows, two more dropped.

"Come Tiamat, to your master, hurry."

She crouched, and leapt over the under brush, crashing thru another, I unsheathed my blade and dispatched two more. Leaping off Tiamats' back I ran to where the humans were surrounded, backs to a rock wall that ascended straight up. Zyre was swinging his hammer in broad arcs, smashing anything in his reach. If a goblin came too close, he doomed it with his bare hand, crushing skulls.

A few tried swarming me, my female scent drawing them. A few strokes and swipes of my blade ended them. Somewhere Gorlung was snarling and roaring, Tiamat was off in the woods, there were more, for I saw her flinging bodies with her giant maw.

Goblins are not soldiers or warriors. They overwhelm victims with numbers, dragging any surviving women to their breeding caves. A fate worse than death. They were the enemy of all races.

As Zyre and I exterminated these foul things, a few tried to flee. A knife thrown into a back, Zyre grabbing and smashing bodies into rocks, Gorlung and Tiamat seeing to the rest.

As the wolves came crashing and pouncing thru and over the under brush, one of the human males drew up his bow near me, arrow notched. I was quick enough flipping my wrist with my blade to knock the bow from his hand. He immediately grabbed a knife, but I was quicker, grabbing his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, my blade at his throat.

"Drop the knife human, or I cut your throat."

"Giles! What are you doing?! They saved us!"

"Listen to your woman. Drop your guard."

By now Zyre was staring from a distance, watching, and Tiamat was now at my side, raised hackles, teeth bared. His eyes wide, he did as suggested and lowered his knife. I will give him the benefit of doubt; fear and reaction to their situation can cause one to act foolishly. I released him and stepped back.

"Raise a weapon again to the elf, or the wolves, and they will feast upon your bones. Dress your wounds and gather your things. We go to the orc camp on the edge of the woods. From there you can go with the human traders to the nearest settlement. Make haste, it will be after dark before we arrive."

Zyre and I made sure there were none that would survive, I grabbed my arrows, and he led the way on foot sending Gorlung and Tiamat ahead and behind, and we made our way thru the thick forest with myself bringing up the rear.

The humans were silent as we went, the man I now knew as Giles kept turning his head this way and that, hands flexing upon his weapons, I did not like it. The woman who shouted to him walked beside me and she looked nervous and scared, as she should be. A waif of a young woman, long blonde hair, small chested, a foot shorter than myself perhaps, with light brown eyes, she appeared to have no strength in her limbs, but had no trouble keeping pace.

"Thank you Lady, for saving us."

"It is well. We were heading to the orc camp when we caught the scent, and heard the shouting."

"I am sorry for Giles. He is tempered, and always impatient to prove himself."

"Your man is impetuous, and it is a dangerous fault."

"Pardon Lady, but he is not my man, I have none, tho he would have me."

I thought it prudent to change the topic to more important things.

"What are you called and how is it this small group came to be in the forest?"

The human male kept looking back, staring... ney, glaring at us. He is certainly trouble.

"I am Talia, and we are from a village on the other side of the forest. There is a lake, my parents settled there some years ago. We were set upon by goblins, so many, we few were all that escaped. We thought we were safe, we've been wandering for days. They must have tracked us."

"I am sorry for your village, and your parents. You will be safe in the orc camp until you leave with the traders, no need to fear the orc, rest easy."

"Thank you, my Lady. It is not the orc I fear."

She looked quickly at the man, and as quickly cast her eyes to the ground as he stared back at us. There is some history here.

"Well whatever your fear, put it aside, you are protected from all that would harm you. And you may call me Analea."

We walked in silence for some time when Zyre stopped us, making his way back to me.

"I am taking Gorlung for a look about, stay with the humans, let them rest and drink. Tiamat stays with you, I trust you can handle any situation that arises, but shout out if there is trouble."

I knew of what he spoke, he trusted the human man as much as I. He gave a low whistle, and the wolves came charging back. Mounting Gorlung he left us there in a small clearing, and the humans settled in. Talia took the opportunity to speak with me more at a distance as I fed Tiamat.

"Who is he, Lady? He is the largest orc I have ever seen."

I saw the look in her eyes as she spoke, and my jealousy flared, if only for a moment.

"I.. I... didn't mean... I'm sorry... I... "

"It is fine, worry not. You have experience with orcs?"

"I do. My father was a trader, and as a child I often accompanied him. And when I came of age.... I had my own 'dealings' with them. Rough they are maybe, but I envy the life they lead. And their women are more free than we are."

"What is your age, Talia? And what is this man to you? He watches you close."

I ignored her question of Zyre. I doubted he would want too much known, as he keeps things close, and it seemed wise among people we did not know.

"I am nearly 20. And Giles would have me for himself, and presses it hard. I think it would be different if he knew.... or maybe it would excite his rage. I don't know, Lady."

"If he knew what?"

I already knew the answer. This woman has already known them, and would again. She had no use for the way most human women lived, trapped in a shelter, kept at her home, no skills except the bed and bearing children and cooking, perhaps.

"I... I... already said, about 'dealings' with the orc... I.."

She was blushing, and embarrassed. I simply wanted confirmation, and I had it, tho how this tiny waif has taken an orc I could not imagine.

"I see. It is well, be not embarrassed. There is no shame in wanting a different life. I too have left a life behind different from the one I have chosen. So is there an orc out there searching for you?"

"Lady, you embarrass me.. "

"Be not shamed, Talia. And you need not speak if you do not wish."

"No... there is no orc looking for me. It has been some time. I have not seen or been in an Orc camp for a year now. I tried to stay in one, but my mother fell ill and I could not."

"And this male does not know, or does not care?"

"He is the son of a friend of my father's. He only came to our village recently. He has pressed me since. He tried once, to..."

"Speak no more, Talia. Your grief is great, and fresh. Allow your wounds to heal. You are under my protection. Now rest, drink and eat. We still have miles to go."

Zyre returned a short while later and dismounted, letting the wolves scout ahead.

"We go. The sun is low, and the shadows grow. I would be back to the camp before the second watch."

I walked ahead with him briefly, leaving the humans to follow.

"Everything well Zyre?"

"Aye, we seem to be under no threat. A few hours more and we should see the fires and hear the commotion of the camp."

"Their entire village was over taken. Only these few survived. The young woman is frightened of the male. I think she will wish to stay. She is familiar with orc life."

"Hmm. Under your protection I gather."

"I will use it as a test of loyalty from my new found band. You needn't be concerned, I have reason to believe she will be pleased."

A pause, and a hard look.

"The male will be a problem."

"He will be a problem regardless. Do you trust me in this?"

"You are going to place this human woman in the hands of an orc band you don't even know, are you certain? Orcs are orcs, Analea. She is a commoner, there is no law to prevent her use as long as she is available."

"I would see this thru. And as I said--"

Here I paused, looking him in his eyes so he would understand without me being too blunt--

"She has experience of orc before, and would have it so again. Her world is gone Zyre, I would grant her the one she would have. Am I so different truly?"

"Yes. You are different. Elf, half fae, a demi-god. Untouchable except by who you will. This woman would be passed thru the camp, unable to resist any."

"Except by my command. Zyre, your band and all who follow you show great restraint. I have yet to see or hear a woman forced. Your rule is strong, Zyre. Women walk freely unmolested throughout your encampment. And to be blunt, I doubt she will have to be forced."

"Excepting your new band, which would have forced you, no?"

"Under Xeela's command, not mine or yours. She fears this male more than any orc Zyre. Let her stay. She does not deserve the Fate that will be hers if we force her to go where he goes."

"Hmm. Very well. But I leave in a few days time, as do you, if you still insist upon it. She will be here with no one who knows her."

"I will see to her well being. I will leave you, returning to the rearguard."

I returned to my post in the rear, Talia tried to follow but I bade her stay in the group. If a problem arose she would be safer.

The rest of our journey was uneventful, and within a few hours, in the dark, I began recognizing land marks, and familiar scents. And soon after that, torch light in the trees ahead, blinking and flickering in and out between the trees. Zyre stopped us, and called out.

"Ha! I recognize your scent, show yourself Melee! Fear not, your Mistress is safe. Come, we have refugees."

"Lord Zyre-"

That call got the attention of the humans with us. Indeed his name was known far and wide.

"Gilead wanted a party sent out in search. He expected your return before the sun set. I volunteered, with my Mistress's band."

"A worthy companion, Melee. The wonder is why Cyllian gave up your service. A captaincy you deserve, and in time will receive. Your Mistress guards the rear. Have the humans taken to the traders area. Excepting one. Analea will explain."

By now I had joined him at his side, as my band came forth to escort us the rest of the way.

"Chief Mistress Analea.. bah! Something shorter is needed! Greetings. Melee insisted, and we agreed. We are your band, time we act like it she said, ha!"

"Thank you Broge, and greetings. Escort the human refugees to the human traders, they leave with them in the morning. When they are settled, come to my tent, I have something to discuss. Oh, and Analea, or chief Analea will do."

"Aye, Chief, how's that? Ha! Very well. I will join you soon. Come humans, food and ale and rest await."

"Talia, not you. Come with me."

Both Broge and Melee looked at me questioningly, but I gave no word. The human male glared, and I gave Broge a look, and glanced at the human. He simply grunted and gave a nod.

"Mistress?"

"Later Melee, take her to our tent and wait for me there."

"Yes Mistress. Come, your name?"

"I... I.. am Talia... who is she?"

Her eyes were wide as Melee led her on, I heard no more as I walked with Zyre and the wolves. Before we could speak, we were now in the camp proper, and Gilead appeared.

"Aha! Lord Zyre! Slow to return, no? No matter. You have a guest from the north with news."

"Who, Gilead?"

"Your old friend Kryzig, only arriving a few hours ago. News of the northern elf kingdom."

"Very well. Food and drink, Gilead. Analea, come and meet an old friend, and hear his news. It is time for you to take part since you will rule with me."

We went to Zyres' tent and met this new chieftain, bringing news of the northern elf kingdom.

"We have met before. Greetings chief Kryzig, and captain of the northern orc, it has been years."

"Ahhh... the envoy of the Central kingdom... *sniff sniff* and soon to be consort of the hegemon I see. Interesting. I heard the rumor when I arrived but did not believe it. Every elf lord and noble, and orc for that matter, will be disappointed to be sure."

"And why would you not believe it?"

"Ha! That the most desired maiden in all elfdom would choose an orc with half fae blood who lost a bout with a true blood! Ha! Good days Zyre."

"Bah, I was young-"

"Truly?"

I was amused and enjoying the game, so I joined in.

"Perhaps you would share, Lord Zyre, how this elf maiden dropped you in the sparring circle so quickly? I think I see a pattern here."

"Hahaha! I wish I could have seen it! The mighty Zyre taken down by an elf maiden! Ha!"

"Haha! Indeed, but in truth I did not win the bout."

"Nor I, but one; and sparring is not battle."

"Hmm foolishness, both of you. Let us go to the sparring ring and I'll teach you both."

"Haha! My friend hasn't changed I see... tell me, is he still so reticent to speak?"

"Haha, he is! I think chief Kryzig, we need to speak, I need to hear more of Zyre in his former days."

"Gladly, Lady Analea. A barrel of ale is all I require-"

"Perhaps we could get to business, and you can continue your nonsense another time."

"Aye very well then."

He spoke of the northern elf kingdom under attack from Syrte's brother Skyros, a much more dangerous foe than Syrte, and Cyllian's involvement in it's defense. It seems he left already and Zyre was sending out riders to seek him so they could meet. Zyre would be heading that way in a few days more while I returned to the palace. Having heard all this I left, having matters of my own to tend. Entering my tent Melee was there with Talia, who was eating ferociously.

"Melee, come with me for a moment."

"Aye Mistress."

I wanted to speak with her alone, so we walked a short distance into the forest behind our abode.

"How is the band? Trustworthy you think?"

"I do. I did some spying and overheard things. Broge seems to be the leader, and he insisted on loyalty to you. He likes the idea of assembling the horde under Zyre and yourself, all orcs united under one banner. Oh and it seems he hates the demon orcs, tho it seems odd being in Xeelas' band... anyway the others quickly fell into line, and when I gathered them for a patrol and then a search for you, they did not hesitate. Why? What are you thinking?"

"That is curious indeed, and needs looking into, but I will have them escort us back to the palace as our guard. I think Zyre will insist on sending some of his own as well. But I need to trust them to build loyalty, and if it becomes a problem, we should be able to manage, no?"

"Aye, bold Mistress, but I think it's a good idea, as was giving him orders this night. Broge is a true orc, brutish, rough and harsh, but good to his word I think. But what of this woman? Since she witnessed all the fuss of you two, and giving orders, she seems a frightened animal."

"Their village was over run by goblins, they only survived. She stays here because of the man in the group, she fears him, that and she wishes to stay in an orc camp, having been in one before. I gave her permission to stay. She will have a choice to make tonight."

"What choice?"

"To remain with you and I, or go with Broge and the others."

"Is that wise? Such a tiny woman can not fend them off if she needs too, and I do not know if they would leave her be."

"I don't think she wants them to leave her be Melee, and that is the point. She seems to have a preference, and I am certain they will not be her first. But you told her of Zyre and I?"

"Ah, I see, ha! Well Broge will be pleased. And yes, I did. She asked so many questions, I think I frightened her more, tho I did not mean to."

"Hahaha, it is well. I will put her at ease. But we should return, Broge will be coming soon."

Talia looked at me, eyes wide, when we returned to the tent, then lowered her eyes and bowed her head.

"Relax Talia, such things are not necessary. I have a question for you before Broge from my band returns. I would know where you would like to stay. You are welcome with Melee and myself here, or you may go with him. But know that eventually he will be the one training you in arms. To be in an orc camp you must be able to fight."

She was shy and sheepish again, turning blushing red and looking at her feet, not from intimidation, but embarrassment. Just then a rough voice shouted from out the tent.

"Chief Analea, I return as you requested."

"Well Talia? Come in Broge."

"The humans you brought back are settled among their own as you commanded. What other orders?"

"Well Broge-"

"I am to go with you!"

Talia blurted this out and I almost laughed, and Melee did, having to turn aside spitting out the ale she was drinking. Eager indeed.

"What is this chief?"

"Talia is staying with the camp, and it is my wish you train her in arms, starting with the bow and knife. The sword can come later. She has requested to go with you, where the rest of the band is. Do you object? Speak openly, for I would know."

"Truly? Very well, waif. I will train you well, there is much to learn. I'll try not to break you, ha! But no promises, hehe."

I saw the look in his eyes, and hers. Her face was practically on fire.

"One more thing before you go. We leave camp in a few days. Prepare the band. You will be my escort with Melee and a few more of Zyre's band, to the central kingdom. We will leave at dawn. Talia will remain here. That is all Broge, thank you. You may go."

"Aye, very well then."

As they were leaving Talia and he were speaking, Melee and I caught some of it, as we followed them out.

"I don't need training in all things, I have some skills."

"Do you now? Well we'll see what those are heh, waif?"

"I'll show you. I am small I know, but you'll appreciate my talents, just not with weapons.... "

Their voices faded off in the distance leaving Melee and myself rather amused.

"Hahaha, well chosen Mistress. I was wrong to worry."

"She is much bolder with an orc than with me, which I find curious, and amusing. I am concerned about the human tho. I think he will try something foolish. He is fixated on her and I do not like it. Another reason to send her with Broge, she will be well protected, and happy."

"She fears you because of me, ha! She said she said something of Zyre and you reacted, I told her you would have no rival, sorry?"

"Well it is true, I will not, ha! It's just as well she knows. But come, let's find a table and food and ale, I am famished."

We found a friendly table and I recounted to her all that had happened, and we listened to the talk and banter of the orcs around, laughing loud and there were shouts of Queen and consort, loyalty sworn, which, tho flattering was also awkward; I was not used to this yet. For they knew they were heading into demon orc territory, and those who stood against Zyre. Bloodletting was inevitable and we all knew it.

We stayed at that table deep into the night and watched as one by one, sometimes two, they left to find their women or sleep off the ale, and eventually it was just Melee, myself and a few others, when Gilead appeared.

"Ah! There you are! I was thinking the two of you abandoned camp, ha!"

"Aye Gilead, your master finally release you from duty? Far better to serve my Mistress, she is much less demanding."

"Aye Zyre is... demanding indeed. But so are you Melee. I'm sure you have demands of your own."

"Well, if my Mistress no longer requires my service, I have a few orders I'd give the four of you."

"Hahaha! Melee, I release you from your commitment to me. Enjoy this warm night."

"Are you certain? You don't mind my not accompanying you back?"

"No Melee. I am certain I will be fine. There is no danger in this camp. Give your orders Melee, haha."

Leaving the table I barely turned before she began.

"Somebody bend me over this table, another on the other side! That's the last order I wa--! Ahhh fucmmmpf!"

I turned to look and indeed she was bent over the tabel, Gilead behind her, another grabbing her head and shoving himself in her mouth. The cloak she had been wearing was cast on the ground, her brazier ripped off, and Gilead had torn the breeches she was wearing with his bare hands, enough to spread her thick thighs and push inside her. How I envied her. How I wanted Zyre to shred my clothing and take me... bah. I must let this go, my time is coming. I considered going to his tent and taking that large orc cock in my mouth again, to feel it, taste it, make him cum for me, but chose to walk the camp alone, not wanting to disturb him, or seem to be begging to be taken and used, tho I wanted to beg and be taken and be used.

I made my way thru the camp, thru the fires and moans and screams. Women being taken everywhere, in every way. I moved towards the plains, the outer reaches of the camp, to be alone and gaze at the starry sky. What I found was an expanse of tents and fires stretching far out into what once was grass land. Another disappointment. I turned and went back thru the camp, wandering rather aimlessly, lost in thought, when I came upon a sight.

I had unknowingly ended up by the cooking pits, where my band had remained camped. Broge was sitting on a stump, Talia was on his lap. Her small thin pale white body naked, her legs spread over him. His one hand covered her small breasts, his other on her waist, almost wrapping around her entirely, he was so much larger than she. He drove into her, and I could tell his entire cock was buried in that tiny body; how she took it all I cannot imagine, and she bounced herself up and down upon him, moaning and screaming, louder than his grunting.

I watched mesmerized by how she took all of him without screaming in pain, when another of the band came before her, his erect manhood standing straight out. She looked at him, then grabbed him, leaned forward, and took him in her mouth, stroking him while screaming thru the fucking. In another moment Broge removed his hand from her small breasts and placed it on her head, pushing her forward, forcing her to take the entire cock into her mouth. Talia was leaning so far forward, every push by Broge, every withdrawal, was allowing the other orc to fuck her mouth without effort. She stopped momentarily to reposition, putting her hands out to brace herself against the orc in her mouth, but never sliding Broge out of her. I was far enough away, and between the trees, not to be seen, but could hear plainly enough, and before she took that giant orc cock back in her mouth...

"Now, ah ah, fuck me, both of you... ah ah.. fuck I love orc!"

I knew I should leave, but could not. I stayed to watch this thru. Broge pushed harder on her head, now her face against the other orc, his cock must have been in her throat, and his other hand now held her down on him as he continued to drive himself all the way in her, snarling and growling, the other grabbing her head and pushing into her mouth, driving between her lips, into her throat deeper and harder.

The orc in her mouth let out a tremendous roar, and thrust hard, gripping her head tight, and held himself in her, grunting and thrusting, short pushes, he must have been cumming. A moment later he pulled out and I saw the cum pouring out of her mouth, and more gushing out of his head, all over her face. A few more thrusts from Broge, and he too began to cum rivers, streaming out from between her legs, holding her tight down upon him as he flooded her insides.

I shouldn't be watching, I knew this, I might be seen, but could not help it. I had the urge to finger fuck myself, but resisted, but I could not stop watching.

Broge lifted this little waif of a woman off himself, easily I may say, as his seed ran from out of her. Talia stood, but barely, her legs shakey, threw her hair behind her, and sank to her knees before him, still not satisfied. Her tiny hand took that large member, not being able to grasp it wholly, and began stroking it. Broge leaned back as her head went down, taking him, the other lifting her hips and lining himself up, and pushed in her, his whole length with one thrust. Talia let out something between a moan and a scream as he entered her. She briefly looked back, and pulled on her cheek, as if she could spread herself more. It didn't last, as Broge turned her face back to him and she eagerly took him in her mouth again, but not his entire cock, just half, stroking him quickly as she did.

This went on for a few minutes, until she took Broge out of her mouth yet again.

"Cumming, cumming, cumming! Oh by the gods! I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me with that orc cock! That giant cock! Fuck! I'm cumming! It won't stop, won't stop! Cumming! Cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck I'm cumming!"

"Haha! For a waif, you certainly like, and take, orc cock well, human, haha! And the cum. You like the cum, want more?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Take me! Cum in me more! Fuck, cum all over me! Gods it's been so long! Give me more! Fuck me more! Fuck me! Fuck my mouth! Make me cum, give me cum, orc cock, orc cum! More, I want it, want it, Broge! Give it to me! You like it? What a human woman can do? Want to give me, feed me your orc cock, your cum? More? You want more? I want more!"

"Hehehe, Talia, you weren't lying, your skills are remarkable. I'll have to thank the chief later, ha! You are part of our band, no others will touch you but us. Our cocks, our cum only. Now feast on my cock until we bathe you in our cum!"

"HHMMMM! Yes! Fuck I want it-- hmmnfff!"

Her face was once again in his lap, pushed all the way down, inhaling the entire thing, and he rocked up into her, fucking her mouth hard and fast, the other still pushing into her from behind.

A few minutes more and they both pulled out of her, one from each end, and they helped her move to a kneeling position, before both stroking themselves until they exploded. Cum shot from both cocks at once. They splattered her face, her breasts, her body, as Zyre had done to me only a day before, covering her head to knees, dripping wet white semen coating her already pale white skin. I almost came myself, not even touching myself. All I could think of was Zyre covering me in his seed, and wanted it again, as they continued stroking and pumping copious amounts of cum on her, growling and snorting, taking turns pushing into her mouth, pressing their cocks into her skin, smearing cum everywhere.

"Ah ah ah... fuck, so much, I had forgotten... it's been so long since I've had this, ah ah."

"Ha! We'll remind you daily, waif Talia, hehe. There are fifteen in this band, so as many as you want, or as few. Orcs like sharing, but only as long as I'm involved. Think I want you for my first of women."

"Fifteen?! Fuck, never had so many... only 5 is the most. You truly want me in your band? And to be the first of your women? You'll still train me to fight?"

"Aye, I do, and I will. You have skill, and strength. If you did not you would have broken with this fucking, ha! So tight and tiny, you made us cum too quickly hehe."

"I can do more, but I need water, a bath, so much cum all over me."

Well Talia I knew was happy with her choice. It seems she knows that orcs rarely only have one woman and she seemed accepting of it. And who knows? Maybe Broge would one day change his mind, it wasn't unheard of, just rare. Perhaps if he impregnated her. Regardless I knew I was being demanding of Zyre, but there was no way I could share him, have his attention on another. I wanted to fulfill all his desires, and be enough.

"Come Talia, there's a water tub behind the tent. Bathe yourself there...."

"Then after?"

"Ha! Sleep if you will, or not. Tomorrow you begin your training. But if you're not tired-"

"I have another talent I would show you, but a bath first."

My my, eager indeed. She was not lying in the forest speaking of having experience with orcs. But this had gone on for some time, and I was ashamed to have watched these orcs fuck this woman this way for so long and silently turned and left, making my way back thru the camp.

My way back was the way I came, and eventually I arrived where I had left Melee earlier. I did not think she would still be there, thinking they would have gone somewhere else. I was mistaken as I stepped out from a small stand of trees.

Melee was on all fours on the table, one beneath and inside her, another behind grabbing her hips and pushing into her, and a third in her mouth. I knew she was in bliss, I had often been told by her that this was her favorite, three orc cocks at once. And I knew she would want them all to cum at once, filling her completely. I watched for a few moments as her body was fucked in three different ways at once. There was a rhythm to it; the one beneath her, spreading her lips, and the one behind spreading her cheeks were thrusting into her at the same time, the one in her mouth pushing in when they pulled out. In the half moon light her skin was glistening. I was unsure if it was sweat or cum, probably both.

I stood where I was, determined not to watch like I just had Talia, but then one of the orcs spoke, and I wondered if I would actually witness it.

"Gah! This woman's going to make me cum! Fuck her ass is tight! Grabbing my cock and squeezing it, like it wants to milk me!"

"Ha! Same! No matter how much I fuck this pussy it's still tight! So close!"

"Haha! She knows how to suck a cock! Sucking the cum right out of my balls!"

"Argghhh!"

"Ghhaaaa!"

"Aaaaghhh!"

All three gripped her tight. The one behind grabbed her ass and thrust hard into her and released, the one beneath took her waist and slammed into her hard, releasing himself, and Gilead took hold of her head and pulled her to his body, ramming his cock into her throat, and came.

The cum squirted out of all three of her holes. I saw it leaking out of her mouth, draining out from beneath, and the one in her ass kept fucking her so hard, his cum was spurting out around his shaft. Tho it aroused me I could not imagine wanting that, except that it would be Zyre and his cock, his seed, leaking from me everywhere.

I watched long enough for the three of them to pull out of her, leaving Melee there on her hands and knees panting and oozing cum... well not leaving her, I doubted she was actually done yet, but I was. I made my way back to our tent, silently as only an elf can.

I stripped myself down and laid on my pile of furs, a low dying fire burning casting shadows. I covered myself and tried to sleep but could not. My hands ran down my body, caressing my soft skin, down my legs and inbetween my thighs. I slipped a finger inside myself, then another, but it wasn't enough, I wanted something more. In the darkness I searched Melee's bag, looking for her tool. I wanted something long and hard in me, needed it, craved it.

Making myself comfortable, legs opened, knees bent, a warm fur covering me from my waist down, I slid the thing inside me, it went easily, as I slowly pushed it deeper and deeper in me, my other hand spreading my lips open, sometimes rubbing my clit. My breathing becoming more and more labored; my self fucking getting faster and faster, harder, my juices freely flowing out of me.

I wasn't paying much attention to anything going on around me, I was so caught up in myself, the sensations running thru my body, that I did not notice at first the hulking form gently pushing open the heavy leather flap of the tent. I stopped momentarily, until I caught his scent. Zyre. He stood in the shadows of the tent looking at me and I felt I should be ashamed, embarrassed, but I was not. I looked in his eyes and pushed the thing deep inside myself, gasping, my head fell back, my back arched pushing my chest out. I grabbed my breast and squeezed, still masturbating with the tool. He watched me, standing there, his eyes glowing orange, I could hear his breathing, almost a growl underneath his breath.

I slid my hand down from my chest pushing the fur covering off, exposing my body, and my self pleasuring, for him to see. My hips moved, up and down in rhythm with the object shoved up inside myself. Looking at him again I saw his manhood exposed, indeed, it seemed he entered my tent that way. I stared into his eyes as he watched me fuck my wet elf slit with this tool. I gripped it hard, hand clenched around it, and as I moaned and squealed, I drove it into myself harder and harder, enjoying him watching me.

His own hand went to his rigged cock and began stroking slowly. I knew not where to look; to keep eye contact while I fucked myself? Or watch his massive hand stroke his giant cock while watching me fuck myself? My eyes kept darting from one to the other, both stimulated, and turned me on making me wetter and wetter, my juices flowing freely.

I slid my free hand down my body, never taking my eyes off him, and slipped two fingers between and inside my lips, soaking them, and slipped them in my mouth, sucking and licking and tasting my own flavor, pushing them in and sucking them like I would his massive cock. Zyre was leaking precum, I watched it drip from his head to the floor, I was panting and moaning, getting closer, my hips thrusting up, taking more of the tool inside me, over and over again, I was about to cum; did I want to cum over the tool or my own fingers? I kept the long hard tool in me; it was bigger and harder, and more of what I wanted.

My orgasm hit me with force; my head threw back, my back arched, inhaling sharply, I released a squeal and a moan, over and over, my lips parted, squeezing my breasts, my knees pulled up, legs pressed tightly together, pressing against the tool inside me. I did not stop, even with my release, I continued thrusting it inside me, fucking my wet, cumming slit, enjoying the pleasure, the sensations, and loving him watching me pleasuring myself, building his lust.

After my orgasm settled, I rolled to my side, legs pressed together, the tool still in me. I looked upon him, listened to his low growl, saw the orange fire of lust in his eyes, his swollen head leaking precum like a fountain, staring at me, no longer stroking himself, but watching. I lifted and parted my legs, still with the tool inside me, beginning again to push it in, deeper, slowly back, in again. I parted my lips, licking them with my tongue, my mouth watering, my eyes inviting him in. He approached, his large hard cock straight out. He took it in his hand, his other he placed on my head, and rubbed it upon my lips. I licked it, tried to take it in, he did not let me. Growling low he continued rubbing my lips with his bulbous head, smearing his precum along them, it dripped in my mouth and I swallowed eagerly.

Yet he did not insert himself, and I wanted it badly. I still had the tool in me, still shoving it in me, I longed to feel both, to take both, but he made me wait. Taking his cock head, he rubbed it along my chin, along and above my lips, my cheeks, pressing it in and against my skin leaving trails of precum all over my face; cheeks, lips, forehead, everywhere. I moved my head, turning it up, to the side, lifting up, throwing it back, wherever his cock went along my face, that way I turned. I moaned louder and louder, the want in me building more and more, all this teasing making me hungrier and hungrier, I craved his taste, his cum, I craved to feel his hardness in my mouth, between my lips, stretching my jaw once again.

As I continued fucking myself, as he continued rubbing his cock all over my face, his cock ended up resting against me, straight upon my face. I licked his long hard shaft, my spit building up, dripping out from my lips. His heavy sack at my mouth, I could taste it, lick it. I circled my tongue around the loose skin housing his large cum filled balls. I opened my mouth wide and inhaled deeply, taking his sack in my mouth and gently closed around it. I moaned on his sack in my mouth, he growled in pleasure, his fingers clenched in my hair. I felt another cumming building inside me, and squealed more, my hips bucking against the object inside me. Opening my mouth slightly to breathe I took more of his sack in, licking his balls, sucking them gently, but it was getting difficult with my orgasm building in me again.

Zyre was now stroking his shaft right against my face, growling at the pleasure he had with me sucking his large pale green balls, his sack. I looked up and saw him watching me, his hand moving faster over himself, his other pushed my head back slightly, so I could watch him watch me. I began screaming around his sack, my orgasm hitting me, I had to let his balls out of my mouth, had to breathe thru my orgasm, but catching my breath didn't last long. A few moments only and before my cumming ceased, he thrust his cock straight into my mouth, pushing down into my throat, he released a satisfying roar. My orgasm redoubled, as another hit me when I felt his head hit against my throat.

The satisfaction I received as I felt and tasted his hard shaft on my tongue was immense, and I wanted more; all I could think of was making him cum for me, in my mouth. Then, unbidden, in my mind, all I could see was Talia covered in cum, and Melee leaking orc seed from all three of her holes. It felt as if I was driven mad with lust. Without aide I slid my face up and down his gigantic cock, taking it deeper and deeper, jamming the tool in my soaking dripping pussy. Faster and harder I slid my mouth along his length, tightening my lips, my mouth, around him, pausing whenever I felt his swollen crown at my lips. I was learning. I could swallow his precum while taking that cock in my mouth, and I will say I was pleased and proud of my developing skills at sucking his cock.

This sideways position was untenable for a long period of time tho, and I had to change my position. I pulled off Zyres' cock and sat myself upright, but I still kept the tool in me; feeling both that and his cock in me simultaneously was a pleasure I would be sure to repeat. I began to understand why Melee, and Talia as well, liked more than one, tho I would never have another man other than Zyre, I could use this anytime. After sitting up and inserting the tool back inside my wet slit, I took him in my hand and back into my wet warm mouth, where I felt his cock belonged. I took him as eagerly as before, thrusting my face over that shaft, soaking it in my spit and drool, he was dripping with it, as was my hand I used to stroke him while I fed upon his orc meat.

Zyre let me have my way with his cock for a time, but I knew him enough to know he wanted more. He is an orc after all, and orcs are rough and fierce in all things, and that included fucking. I did not mind, in fact I looked forward to it. The last face fucking he gave me was amazing, and I desperately wanted to make him cum.

I knew it was coming when both of his huge hands grasped my head and I felt his first hip thrust into my face. I released my hold on his cock and braced that hand against his thigh, the other still using the tool between my legs. He gripped me firmly and began pushing with force, over and over, deeper, as before. A hard push into my mouth, a slow withdrawal, a hard push in, holding himself, head pushed against my throat. I relaxed my jaw more, letting go, letting my throat open to take him.

Faster and harder, every push harder and more forceful than the one before, deeper everytime. Further into my throat, his precum leaking down without my swallowing. I tried to keep his pace, fucking myself as fast and hard as he was fucking my mouth. He pulled out letting me rest and breathe, I spit some of my saliva out, there was plenty, and if anything it was choking me more than his cock did. He let me catch my breath, patient until my breathing became almost normal and he watched me, looked down at the tool inside me, I saw it and smiled, leaned back a little, opened my legs more and slowly slid it in and out.

"Are you ready Zyre? Do you wish to cum for me? In my mouth or on me? My desire is yours. Will you fuck my mouth, my face, or have me suck my favorite meal slowly? What will it be? Shall I savor my meal or will you force feed me your massive meat?"

"Are you ready Analea? I shall do both. You will taste and swallow my seed, and you shall feel my cum on your skin; your body and face. I shall cover you again-"

He grabbed me again and pulled me to his cock, pushing into my mouth hard and fast.

"-- Now eat my cock. Swallow it, feel it in your throat. Clench your throat around my cock! Swallow it like you want to. Feel the force of my cock in your elfin mouth, milk the cum out of my shaft, my heavy balls and swallow my copious seed!"

His hands grasped the side of my face and head, he took my pointed ears in his hands, and jerked me to him, forcing himself in my mouth, down into my throat. I swallowed when I felt it, tightening around him every time he entered. I wanted it, wanted to feel him cum, feel him explode. He was going too hard for me to continue using the tool, I needed both hands to brace myself as he fucked my mouth once again.

I came again. My third orgasm that night, the anticipation of his cumming in my mouth was almost too much to bear. I was eager for it, hungry for it. I would have said so, but could not. He did not stop or relent again. I took his sack in my hand, squeezing gently, rolling cum laden balls in my hand, then I felt them tighten. I knew he was going to cum, but barely had time to process the thought as I felt his shaft harden and swell, and he thrust harder into my throat, deeper, I swallowed, tightening my throat around him, over and over, waiting, waiting... A mighty roar and I felt his liquid pouring out and down my throat. My thighs tightened, squirting out my own liquid as his poured out of his head, down my throat and flooded my mouth with that sweet salty thick orc cum.

He pulled me tighter to him, my face now pressed tight against his muscular body, his seed continuing to pour out of him, as I continued rolling and stroking his balls, coaxing more and more cum out of him. My mouth so flooded it came pushing out of the corners of my lips. I truly began to choke, on cock, cum, and my own saliva. Zyre relented and pulled himself out, ejaculating on my body, my chest, as I coughed and wheezed, and spit out cum and drool. Once I was breathing I raised my face to him.

"Cover me. Cover my face with your seed. I want it's warmth on my face. Cum on your elf's face. Cover this elf's face in your orc cum!"

"Face? Ha! That and all of you! I will see your pale blue body dripping in my seed, my cum! Cover you as I desire, as you desire! Soaking you in my cum, marking your entire body, bathe you in it again, flood your face and skin, take it, take it! Then I'll feed you, stuff your mouth again with my meat!"

Another mighty roar as he stroked his cock over and at my face. As at my marking a river flood of cum came gushing out of him. I opened my mouth, held my long tongue out, and took it, tasting it. I did not close my mouth to swallow what he poured out of his shaft, only my eyes to keep his cum out, letting it wash over my face and tongue, feeling what entered my mouth leak and drip down. I took him in both my hands and took over the stroking. Running both up and down, jerking him, jerking his cum onto my waiting face. I felt it splash and splatter, the warmth and stickiness, it stuck to my skin in globs, dripping down onto my chest. I aimed him at my large chest, covering and soaking my ample tits, coating my nipples, so sensitive I felt it send tingles thru them, pouring out of him and running down my body between my cleavage.

"Like what you see Zyre? Does this satisfy your desire? Or would you yet have more? Enter me another way? Fill me with your dripping cum in a different way?"

I was thinking of all the times I saw Melee with cum leaking out from between her cheeks, watching an orc pound her from behind, her screams of ecstasy being taken that way. I wanted it, wanted to try, to feel him stretch me in some way, have him inside me.

I rose and placed myself on the pile of furs on all fours, spreading my legs and reached back grabbing a cheek and spread them open.

"Use it, I want it, want to feel you cum inside me."

"Turn around first Analea. I'll feed you my cock and cum in your mouth and get my cock well wet and slippery. This is going to hurt you regardless, but I would have it hurt a little less."

I did as I was bidden, and turned. I did not open my mouth, but made him force himself between my lips.

"Take my mouth, force it. Force me to eat your meat, I like it when you force feed me."

He pressed against my lips, taking me by my ears again, and pressed hard, slowly forcing my lips apart, pushing his head thru my lips and slamming his cock once again into my mouth. He thrust hard, enjoyment was not what he was seeking, but to cum, to fill my mouth, and cover his hard shaft in his cum and my spit, soaking it.

It was not long before he exploded more into my mouth. I did not swallow but held it, swirling my tongue over him, coating his cock in cum. He thrust a few more times in me making sure he was completely covered, his shaft and head dripping in cum and drool. Pulling out I swallowed what was left, looking at him watch me as I did so.

"Hmmm Zyre, now put me how you want me. Take my back, cum inside and fill me, let me feel you cum in me, filling me, make me leak your seed out from my body."

A satisfied growl. He took me, flipped me on my stomach, took my hips in his strong hands while I propped myself upon the furs with my hands. Pulling my hips up so my cheeks were in line with his hard shaft, spread open my legs by placing himself between them. Sliding his hands over my round soft cheeks he placed his cock between them, parting them, gliding his wet shaft between them for a few strokes. I was already breathing hard in anticipation and nervousness. Melee told me many times that the first few enterings would be excruciating, but the pleasure well worth it. I waited with baited breath, breathing deep, but shallow, my juices running in my excitement.

His strong fingers felt and squeezed the soft fleshy skin of my cheeks, he moaned and growled in pleasure, still just sliding his huge member between them. Then I felt it; his fingers slipping between them and began to spread them, opening me up, exposing my hole behind. My nervousness grew, and I almost asked to stop, but then felt two fingers reach below and under, and slip inside my wet pussy. Gentle sliding in and out, curling inside me, he somehow managed to keep his shaft between my cheeks while fucking me slow with his rough wide fingers. I squealed with them inside me, pushing backward into him, wanting more, I almost came, but he pulled his fingers out and with my head down, looking beneath me, I could see they were dripping wet.

I felt his hand slide up my crack, spreading my cheeks more, and at my soon to be entrance, felt his wet fingers swirl around, leaving my moisture everywhere, then I felt something new, and I inhaled sharply and screamed at the same time. His finger entered me, stretching me, he moved inside me in a circle all around. I screamed again, in pain and pleasure. He stopped, but only for a moment, for when he did I pushed into him again, more pain, but not as much.

He continued his circular motion with his finger, and I could feel the wet around my rim, and inside. How to explain or define this? I cannot, and I will not try. Pain, hurt, and ecstasy, a tingling, lightning thru my body, a shock. And even tho it hurt, I was intrigued, and wanted to feel more. I pushed into him again, driving my ass into him, forcing his finger deeper in.

"Zyre, Zyre, I am as ready as I will be. Please. No more waiting, it is more painful than you entering me, and I would have it, let me feel you inside me."

"Relax as best you can, I will be as easy as I can, and will not put my full self in you."

I took deep breaths, and relaxed my body as best I could. The anticipation was making me tense, as was the foreknowledge of the pain I was about to experience.

His finger slid out, and I felt my body close with his exit, but then he parted my cheeks wider, and pushed me forward, for I was too close. I watched from beneath myself, under and between my hanging breasts, and saw him grab himself with one hand and the other on my hip gripping me tight, perhaps to keep me in place. I felt it; he lined his soft tip at the entrance I offered him and I felt the wet upon it as he pressed it against my hole.

I tightened at the touch, I could not help myself, no matter how much I wanted this, and want it I did.

"Relax Analea, as best you can. The hurt you are about to feel will give way to pleasure, and it would not be inflicted if avoidable."

"This I know, and I would have it, have you. I need to feel you in me, feel your liquid seed in me. Feel you fill me in some way. You would have me this way would you not? Cum inside me in some way? Give it to me Zyre."

"Aye, even after I claim you I would have you this way..."

As he spoke this last word he pushed against me and his swollen head entered, stretching me open wide. I gave a short yell, a gasping scream, then the air left me and I was panting for breath, chest heaving, body both rebelling against, and opening up to receiving him in this way.

The pain was great, but the sensations were pleasurable as well. He did not move at first, but held himself there, giving my body time to adjust. His movements slight, he pulled back but a little, then pushed against me a little more, my body taking more of him, stretching more.

Every stretch was pain, every push was pleasure. Every breath was a moan and a shout. The only thought I had was that I was taking him. Taking Zyre's cock in me, inside my body, more and more of him with each push. The thought was exhilarating, and my body responded by producing and releasing fluids from my slit, dripping down my inner thighs, down my legs. I wanted to push back into him, but could not for the pain was too great. All I could do was stay still on my hands and knees and let him slowly, slowly, enter and fuck my virgin ass.

He filled me, stretched me, tho he did not push his full length inside me, tho I wanted it. All I was told was true to the word. The pain, the pain was at first excruciating, but there was pleasure as well. And as Zyre slowly and with purposed pace, pushed, withdrew, pushed again, his cock into me, the pleasure did take over the pain, but not entirely, but the pleasure of taking him, having him in me, was overwhelming, and I did not want him to stop. I wanted to feel more of him, to feel his entire shaft in me, deep, so deep. I wanted his thrusting to make me scream in pleasure, fill me entirely, to feel him push so hard I would feel his sack swing and hit me beneath. This is what I imagined, this was my desire.

But it would not be this time, this time would only be a slow fucking of my ass. His strong fingers gripping my soft flesh, his growls and snarls behind me, feeling his shaft sink in between my cheeks pressing around him as he pushed in me over and over.

Without warning I felt it. An orgasm building in me again. All these sensations my body was feeling, my want, my desire, my lust, feeling him in me, stretching and expanding me, his hands upon my body, the pleasure I knew he was feeling, his desire for, and of, me, what I was giving him and he, me. All of it building up inside me, waiting to explode. His thrusting and pushing was growing stronger, fiercer, faster. His growling louder and more frequent. My moans and screams the same, louder with every thrust inside me, between my cheeks, breaking my virgin ass with his monster cock.

I felt his fingers grip hard, fastening themselves to my fleshy hips, he growled and snarled, I felt my passage expand and stretch as his shaft expanded in me, and my own orgasm hit hard; I screamed loud, unable to control it, just as he roared and released his seed inside me, spurting his hot liquid inside my passage. Over and over we came, together, releasing ourselves at the same moment. He continued pushing in me and I felt his cum sloshing inside, leaking out around his shaft.

Zyre relented after draining himself inside me, but did not yet withdraw, keeping still in me, his cock throbbing, pulsing in me, feeling that pulsing gave me yet another orgasm, and losing control, I cried out.

"More! More! Fuck, I want more, by the gods Zyre, don't stop!"

Fortunately he knew better, and let loose an orcish laugh, something like a sharp short bark.

"Ha! No Analea. That will be enough, you cannot take much more. Some things need to happen slowly, ha! But do not worry, there will be a day when I will take you like this like an orc! Ha! But not this day."

"Say... say it, Zyre... want... you to... say it... hear it... from you... you will... fuck me this way.. again... fuck me.. say it.. for I will have it no other way."

I was still on all fours, now leaning on my forearms, head against the furs and Zyre leaned over me, half his cock still in me, leaning to my ear, growling lowly.

"Analea, my consort to be, there will be a day when I will take this cock and fuck this ass like an orc. No mercy to be given. I will fill you with it, all of it, spread you open, and stretch you wide, filling you, fucking you so hard you won't be able to scream. I will make you cum harder than you can imagine, and flood your insides with my thick cum. And when I am done, I will fuck you harder and deeper, over and over again."

I grew weak, panting more, pushing back into him and into a shock of pain. I screamed again, and he pushed slightly deeper, and came more with the push.

"Zyre... yes... yes... more.. fuck me more.. give me but a little more... "

Another orcish laugh, and he withdrew, and with his cock exiting me, his cum came leaking and dripping out, and my body collapsed flat upon the furs. He took my body in his hands and flipped me onto my back and mounted the fur pile, spreading my legs wide. I looked upon him with want, he above me as he kneeled between my thighs, his shaft hard.

"Yes, yes, yes! Take me. Claim me. I care not about the ceremony. Take it, take me."

"I cannot, tho I want. But I will have you forget your ache, at least for a moment."

Leaning over me he slipped two fingers inside me, slamming them hard and deep. I screamed again, but in pure pleasure, as he jammed those fingers in me over and over. I came immediately upon them, but wanted more. I took his hand in mine and pushed it into me, driving him deeper. He grinned over me as his fingers fucked me hard and deep and I came over and over again.

"Hmmm. If you were on me Analea, your release would be almost as much as mine was when I marked you, covering your body in my liquid white cum."

He pulled his fingers out and licked them, I grabbed his hand and shoved them into my own mouth.

"I cannot wait Zyre to taste myself upon your meat. Have you feed me after taking and fucking me with your cock."

"Soon Analea. Soon it will happen. Queen of the Orc you will be, ruling at my side, and I shall have you when, and how I will. There will be no end to our pleasure, no end to our desire, no end to our lust. Our desire will be complete. But for now I have two ways of having you, ha! And I shall have both until the claiming."

"As much as you will, and I hope it will be frequent. My need of you is endless, even now I want you behind me again, deeper and harder. Even now I want to feel you swell in my throat. Even now I want to taste your seed again. It is never enough."

"Aye, my lust for you is not quenched, nor shall it be, nor would I have it be. But it is late and dawn will be rising soon. Take some rest Analea."