14. A Night of Feasting

*See chapter 00. Intro and chapter descriptions*

As the orc guards brought the elfin envoys to the council I looked about me; Cyllian was flexing his fingers upon the pommel of his blade, Gilead and Melee both had stepped forward, Deniera sitting next to me remained unmoved, but her eyes were glowing silver light and as I had witnessed at the battle not long ago, I knew her rage was burning. Zyre remained as he was, patiently waiting but I could hear his low growl with every breath. For myself, I leaned back in my chair, crossing my bared leg over the other; I wanted to show confidence and assuredness, for certainly not only would I know these envoys but this would pertain to me.

As the orcs ushered the envoys within the circle of the council, Zyre's own band closed tight, the council itself glared and made it's feelings known, hostile growls escaped each and every one. It appeared Poryx was about to speak when Zyre waved him off and spoke himself.

"You have come to speak to the Hegemon and the Queen, speak your words the sanctity of the envoy still lives."

They were nervous, at first. When the first of them saw and recognized me his eyes narrowed in a way I did not like, I let it be known as my eyes burned amber fire.

"The Lord of the central kingdom offers Zyre his congratulations and hopes for pea- "

His words stopped; he saw Cyllian and froze. I looked tho I did not wish to do so and all I saw were those hollow eyes, black pits emanating darkness. Any who knew what that meant would understand, he was not here to deceive the horde, his hatred was real.

"Hopes for peace between our people."

"Hmmm. I think you or your master, practice to deceive, envoy. What terms of peace does he offer?"

Zyre stood to his height, towering over the envoys, all three of them, and stepped close slowly circling around as is his wont.

"My Lord simply requires you and your people stay within your ancestral lands, and not intervene in the affairs of others...."

"And? You seem reluctant to speak further. Fear not, it is not your life in the balance."

Indeed he did trail off, his voice growing weak and hesitant. All three of them their eyes darting from Zyre to Cyllian, even Deniera, tho that was probably more in surprise than fear. I needn't say here that was greatly misplaced.

"Speak. Finish your message. You would not want me to send word to your master you were too fearful to finish his command? What Fate befalls you if you fail?"

He continued circling after leaning into the envoy's face to convey his words.

"The whole command of all the Orc Horde is here to listen to your words and consider what terms you have."

"Lord Zyre, my master only asks.. asks that..."

"Asks what! Speak you foolish weak being! My patience is little and my rage is burning."

His eyes flared red and his scowl was fearsome, the orc in him, and the demi god, were rising, for I am convinced he knew what was coming.

"My Lord requests that the traitor be turned over to us, to be returned to her home to face the justice of the king."

These words came out fast, rushed and filled with fear as the other two eyed me. I had to put my hand out to stop Melee from using her spear upon him there and then, tho I could not stop the rest of the council from rising and menacing, closing in upon them, and Zyre's band from taking a stance of skewering them with their iron pikes.

"Traitor? In my midst? What traitor do I here harbor? Do you refer to my Queen? The Queen of the Orc? SPEAK!"

His skin was beginning to turn, I heard the rumble like thunder that comes when he does. His face mere inches from the envoys. The orcs surrounding were now in a frenzy, barking, growling, snarling and only held back because of Zyre. I doubt even Poryx would be heard now.

"The half blood elf has betrayed her own kind, the king and kingdom she served, and therefore her own people. Justice must be served."

"Grrrrr... what justice is that, envoy? What justice should the Orc Queen face?"

"The justice of the king-"

"IF YOU WISH TO LEAVE WITH YOUR LIVES, SPEAK PLAINLY ENVOY. WHAT IS THE KINGS' JUSTICE!"

It was not a question, and I knew what he was doing, and why. After the events of the day he had the horde and the council where he wanted, and those words next spoken by the envoy would seal it.

"F-f- for her betrayal to the crown, a woman of royal blood taking for mate another race, a sacred untouchable envoy taking the seed of a man not of the king's choosing, she must face the Cleansing Ritual to rid herself of her stai--- ughhhh....!"

Zyre grabbed his throat and picked him up off the ground, roared and snarled in his face; it seemed the other two were reaching for weapons when I heard a blade unsheathe, Cyllian; they quickly dropped their hands to their sides. Zyre let the envoy live and dropped him to the ground.

"Tell your master this. We have been at war since his first betrayal of my queen and consort; when he sent the demon orc Syrte in ambush, when he sent the goblins to attack bought with his gold; we have been at war since he betrayed and had my father killed trying to make peace; we have been at war since first he condemned his own daughter and envoy, Analea, now my queen, to the Cleansing Ritual; we have been at war since his attempted trap of my chosen consort and my people by the great swamp. And tell him this. I myself will remove him from his throne and grind his bones to dust, even should all the demon orc be summoned to save him. His rule shall end by my hand.

"Zogreb, escort these envoys to the edge of our land, should they try to flee, or if there is any sign of betrayal, kill them all and send their heads to their master."

The council roared its approval and his command was carried out as Zogreb took five men with him, tho he probably needed none but himself, and after a few minutes Poryx and a few other elders brought the council under control once again.

"War has been declared, the council agrees, with the central kingdom, as has the alliance with the northern elf. There is but one matter left to decide. There are too many orc and even non-orc, in this encampment, as there will be even after those returning to their own lands depart. The council must decide what is best."

There were grumblings throughout; some suggested an immediate strike into the lands beyond the plains, elfin lands, some said they should take the horde immediately to the heart of Skyros' realm- to the northern mountains and under them, it was past time to root out the goblins. Zyre leaned to me and quietly spoke.

"Did you not have some thought on this? You are Queen, speak your mind."

I stood to speak, but there was yet too much commotion as they were all arguing against one another, when Poryx noticed he raised a firebrand from the bonfire, waved it about and shouted for attention.

"AYE AYE, ALL! THERE IS MUCH TO SAY BUT OUR QUEEN WOULD SPEAK! SILENCE ALL!"

"Thank you old father, and to all the council here. I have not been among you long, and what I say should not yet be law, I have much to learn of your ways, but hear me on this.

"There lies not far from here, only hours away by wolf, the abandoned city. Let it be garrisoned by the horde. We can easily prepare it for war, but also use it for stores, we can make it a center for trade rather than bringing them here, those refugees who need shelter and protection can find it there. Envoys and emissaries will come here, thru the city. A trusted chieftain or captain is all that is needed and aide will be readily available, either here at the camp or from here to the city. It lies at a crossroads of trade and travel, it easily reaches the great swamp and the mountains and the pathways to the north."

Some immediately protested.

"Aye spoken like an elf! Contain the Orc behind walls, a city, like elf and human! No, the Orc demands freedom, open lands, who is to say who is confined there!"

"Aye aye! Burn the city instead!"

I already believed I lost the loyalty and respect of these chiefs and captains, but I was convinced I was right and would not surrender so readily.

"I too relish my freedom, this way of life, it is why I am among you! I myself would no longer be contained by stone and rock walls, gates and heavy doors. But there is need for another place of traders and envoys, refugees and allies."

"Then let them man the city! The Orc cannot be confined!"

"We cannot trust the city to others, ally or not. We are at war. The old city is strategic and will benefit us greatly. I know there is no orc who wishes to live within walls, but perhaps the captains of the horde, those who stay close, can relieve one another every moon cycle... I do not give a command, yet. I only suggest and leave the council to decide. But if we do not claim it soon certainly the elf king will. He will claim it and the horde will no longer use it for anything; it was only hours ago you watched as your Hegemon claimed me in that very arena as his own; think of how many of your ancestors claimed their mates there, how many of you have done so? How many Hegemons have been declared there? How many Queens? Your ancestors, your history is written in the sand there, is not the arena the location your story tellers claim Draag was cut down a thousand years ago? Do not lose your history or let the tyrant who hates the orc claim it."

Silence, only murmurs and mumblings as all I said sank in, more than I intended but the words just poured out of me and I was left standing there, all eyes upon me, none of scorn, unlike when I first spoke. Zyre looked upon me with respect, his orcish grin and I could tell he was pleased, as was Poryx who eventually stood beside me.

"Aye I say our Queen's words be taken as a command. She has spoken true words and her worth is known, in combat and strategy. Did she not make allies of the swamp trolls? Has she defied a single custom of the orc? No, and in this time of war we enter taking the city and claiming it as our own makes sense. None must live within it's walls, and I say the council heeds her word and send a battalion under a worthy captain. Hail Analea! Hail our Queen!"

"AYE! AYE! HAIL THE QUEEN! HAIL THE QUEEN!"

The shouts were loud, deafening even and I admit I basked in this little victory of mine, my first as a queen, but the evening was growing and shadows stretched and Zyre brought this council to its conclusion.

"AYE, ENOUGH. THE COUNCIL WILL DECIDE THESE THINGS IN DAYS TO COME! THE HOUR GROWS LATE, FEAST! FIGHT, HA! DRINK!--"

Before Zyre could finish another captain interjected bringing raucous laughter from all and restoring the festive mood.

"AND FUCK, HA! WHERE ARE MY WOMEN! AND MY BARREL OF ALE!"

In groups they split and broke apart, separating throughout the camp leaving six of us there alone.

"Effective words sister. I doubt any could have said better. And bringing up Draag and Anis? Bold, and true."

"Indeed Queen Analea, I was concerned but it was unfounded. Always your words have been simple and effective, the few times before this we have met."

"Thank you Queen Deniera, it is an honor to have both you and Cyllian here, and I am thankful we can be allies."

"Haha, let us dispense with titles, no? We should be as sisters... but before this feast begins is there a tent I may tend? It is hot and I do not wish to enjoy this night with weapons."

"Aye Queen if you will, I will lead you to mine; I promise I will not be using it this night, or the next, or probably the one after that either, ha!"

"Famed Melee thank you, please lead us on. Analea we shall meet again this night?"

"We shall certainly. Cyllian."

"Sister, queenship fits you well indeed."

We bowed our heads and they left, Gilead with them and none were immediately in our presence, Zyre and I alone were left after the council.

"Did I please you Zyre?"

"You cannot disappoint. Your words cut to the beating heart of orc-dom; the freedom of movement, non-confining, and old wounds; none could have done it better, and you need no validation from me, nor can you fail to please. I am convinced you are more orc than elf, ha."

Watching him there in his seat leaning at his ease, the fire light playing shadows on his massive form, eyes burning the dull orange fire, I felt my heat rise within myself standing before him.

"I am no orc, but I do wish to have orc within me."

"A Queen should have what she desires."

I unhitched two of the three loops upon my wrap, adjusted the long slit slightly and approached him, placed my hands upon his broad shoulders and prepared to mount him. His hands gripped then broke the armrests upon his seat and I spread myself over him. Reaching I pulled him from his breeches, gripped him strongly and rubbed him over my lips wetting him. I went to undo the leather strings to my bodice but there he stopped me.

"No, it will make it more difficult to dress yourself after, and this night is far from done."

"Then a request my lord."

"Yes?"

"Have me how you will later, how hard, fast, deep, as and where you will, but now let me have you as I will."

"Hmmmm."

His hands slid under my wrap upon my round hips and when I felt myself wet enough and my juices dripping down him onto my hand I slowly lowered myself upon him taking his large head first.

"Ohhhhh... hmmmm... ahhhhh... gods..... "

Rising, lowering, slowly slowly, slow, a little more with each rise and fall. I felt his impatience, but also his self control as he let me move as I would. Using and bracing myself by his shoulders I found my rhythm and took him deeper and deeper.

I winced with the pain and ache he still caused me, splitting and spreading me, moaned with my ecstacy, his hands slid under me, back to my hips with my movement, my eyes opening and closing, his ever on me, my body, my chest, my eyes; he watched himself enter me over and over as my body slid over him taking his cock in me yet again.

The slow movement, my slowly taking him, this slow fucking his shaft into me quickly made me cum; I leaned into him, pressing my chest into him as I descended my body upon him, impaling myself entirely, taking all of him in me my orgasm released; I held myself down, pressing on him letting my orgasm wash thru me, over him, over his cock; he did not move, but let me have my cumming my way. My body trembled and shook around him, my walls grabbed him, throbbing as I came.

My breathing hard like my lungs were fighting for air but my body would not stop long and soon my hips were grinding on him, wanting to feel his iron cock move in me again, and I am certain my moans and squeals could be heard throughout the camp and I did not care, I only wanted more, to feel him more, to feel him deeper, yet he did not move. His hips only moved little, almost teasing me as I slid over him, pushing against his body, sliding back and forth his shaft touching places I have not felt him touch yet, but I wanted him deep again.

I pushed myself back from him creating space between us and again rode him up and down, slow slow slow, he knew what I was doing and slipped his huge hands behind me, bracing and holding me, helping me ride him but it wasn't enough, I wanted more. Instinctively I knew to take him deeper I had to move faster, and I knew I wanted it to hurt, at least a little.

Faster and faster I slid my body along his monster shaft, slamming myself down upon him, rising faster, slamming faster, harder, taking all of him each time. His grip tightened on my round soft skin, strong fingers digging into the soft skin of my pale blue ass, lifting me, pulling me down, aiding me in my quest to take him as deep as I could, slamming his cock so deep inside me I screamed with pain and pleasure, head thrown back, his growling mixing with my screams but never once did he thrust into me, holding to his word, to my desire to fuck him how I wanted.

It felt forever, and over too quickly, as I bounced on his lap, his pale green orc cock, taking every inch of him in me, my body growing tired but unable to stop, my desire and lust growing every time his head slammed against me inside, when he suddenly wrapped his huge arms around me, squeezing my body tight, even my arms inside his huge grip, and roared and thrust inside me cumming hard and often, bursting again and again. On his third cumming I came a second time and we rode out our simultaneous orgasm together until he finished spewing his thick seed inside me. His arms released me and we both remained as we were until his throbbing inside me seized and my body collapsed on his and finally relaxed again.

"Ahhhh- w-w-we should go join the feast no?"

"Hehe, I sense reluctance my Queen, but yes."

"If you knew what it was like to have you, you would be reticent yourself."

"Hmmm I am reluctant. I could take you again now, and again by our tent, and then at the first feasting table we come to."

"Haha it is good to know your lust is as mine."

"Ha! I only control myself in the open for your sake. You are not yet used to being taken openly."

"Well perhaps you will surprise me yet this night and all those to come. Take me as and where you will."

I had pushed myself off him and adjusted my wrap re-looping the three I had undone and was glad there was no damage except some small cum stains; Zyre had restrained his ejaculation this time, and other than that a small pull and twist of my bodice I was ready.

"One stop by our abode. I cannot stand these breeches. I will grab my cloth and then we join the feast."

"Very well, that suites me. I have something in Melee's tent that I would give to her, I will grab it and meet you."

We left the council circle and naturally there were others about drawn I'm sure by my screams. Although we were alone when it began there were thousands of orcs in total, and it is impossible to escape the eyes and ears of all.

As we made our way the feast had indeed begun and there were many, many shouts and screams, moans and grunting, along with the minor fights and disagreements that come with a drunken feast but those were minor, most was the drinking and the women being had, or having their way; already we passed by a woman I did not recognize by herself covered in orc seed.

Zyre went into what is now our tent as I went on to my former and I not thinking or hearing, the noise of the camp being extreme, pushed the heavy flap open and stepped in- to my shock.

There upon what had been my pile of furs and skins, was Deniera. Her slender body on all fours, her fire like red gold hair cascading down over her shoulders, her fine round and plump breasts hanging below, her head down looking beneath her; soft feminine grunts and groans escaping her as Cyllian held her hips and drove into her, his eyes closed he did not see me.

The shock, for reasons I do not know, froze me to the spot momentarily and I stood and stared as her body lurched forward with every thrust. A long moan escaped her as she lifted her head to look behind her at his thrusting; our eyes met, she screamed, ecstasy on her face, and Cyllian looked as one hand slid up her back. I turned and left without a word embarrassed by the moment. Gathering myself outside, shaking it off, her moans continued, then a loud scream; I was relieved they did not stop because of me, and in this reverie Zyre approached.

"Did you find your gift for--"

He saw my expression and then he heard it, bringing out an orcish laugh, half bark, half laugh.

"HAHAHAHA!! Awkward Queen?"

"Haha, a little only. Come I wish to find my band and give them the news we discussed before they get too drunk."

We made our way thru the camp stopping and being stopped; more pledges of allegiance, more shouts of Queen! and Hegemon! drinks to the horde; some even stopped their fucking to speak. We ate and drank our way thru to the cooking pits.

There I saw my little band of 13 orcs, 14 if one counts Talia, who was on Broge's lap, tho it did not appear he was inside her. I am certain she had been filled already as her hair was disheveled as was the light cotton shift she wore with a narrow loose belt about her waist that bore a little sheath, I recognized the handle of the dagger.

"Aye it is the Hegemon and our chief and Queen! Bah! I can't take it! You have too many titles! Haha!"

"Broge, I see all is well."

"Aye, yes! Ale, food, fucking! The Horde is assembled, our chief is the Queen and consort of the Hegemon!"

Broge had removed Talia and all had quieted when we approached, and when he mentioned Zyre he bowed his head.

"Well let me ease your confusion. I am no longer chief of this band Broge, you are. I withdraw my authority in that regard."

"What? I am chief of this band?"

"Declared by me. You have earned the place Broge. Your loyalty to me and to Zyre and the horde make you a worthy chief. I am however disappointed in one thing."

"Aye, in what? I have only just become chief!"

"I think it is unfit for the Orc Queen's personal guard to be encamped so far from her own abode, in the back by the cooking pits, don't you?"

"Your personal guard? Me?"

"The whole band, Broge, all of you. By sundown tomorrow I expect this entire band to be closer to my dwelling, my first command to you as your Queen."

"Aye, done! An honor greater than any we have received!"

Talia appeared to be upset, which confused me greatly; I could see her eyes water.

"What is the matter Talia, are you not pleased?"

"You say Broge and the others, but I am not a soldier or warrior....."

"Are you not part of this band? I thought Broge made you a member? Are you not training still? Your services will be needed Talia, fear not."

"Hmmm. Broge it is also unfit for my consort's guard not to have wolves of their own and for your loyalty I will have Gilead remedy that in the days to come. The command I give you is this, if I or Melee are not present you and your band will be."

"AYE AYE! WE FOLLOW THE HEGEMONY TO THE DEATH! HEGEMON! QUEEN!"

Others around joined in the shouting and all drank to it. We lingered but a little longer eating with my band; Zyre spoke to Broge and the others, Talia stayed close to my side, Zyre made her fearful, or rather intimidated.

"Waif Talia, is that not what they call you? Fear me not, human. You are under Analea's protection and therefore mine. Your small size makes you stealthy, no? and quick. A fine messenger you will be. Continue your training and your usefulness will be known."

"Th- th- thank you, Lord Zyre..."

As we turned to leave Broge spoke to Talia and with my sharp hearing I heard much.

"Hehe I think your usefulness is already well known."

"Really? And how am I useful Broge?"

"Ha! You have many talents Talia."

"You know, if you all want I can show you how I multitask. I'm really good at doing more than one thing at a time...."

We parted having accomplished what I set out to do and continued our passing thru the camp; Zyre was looking for Melee but I doubted we would find her and if we did that she would be able to speak. The evening was well on and it wasn't like Melee to wait for her entertainment. However as we searched for her I did see a new friend.

"Queen Analea, Lord Zyre. Officially at last!"

"Agneze, it is good to see you again."

"Aye and you, Queen Analea. The council went well, no challengers this time, and the claiming was entertaining, ha! I loved it when you took the staff and fought, fantastic!"

"Hahaha, thank you. I couldn't make it too easy for him, what fun is there in that? In truth I was nervous but enjoyed it as well, tho relieved it is over."

"And you Lord Zyre took her challenge well."

"Ha! Sparring with Analea is becoming a habit of hers, and something I think I need to accept."

"Careful Hegemon, one day she will discover a weakness and actually defeat you."

"Hmmm at least I will know the horde will be ruled by a strong arm and mind then, if I am overthrown by an elf maiden."

"Maiden no more Hegemon, I was there hehe. And already a strong arm and mind. In a few short weeks from envoy to consort, to Queen of the Orc. She lasted longer in combat with you than any except Zogreb."

"Haha Agneze, no true combat, indeed he only toyed with me is all, amusing me and himself I am sure."

"Aye but what you did endeared you to the horde, so it was well played. Any willing to challenge Zyre in anyway gain respect among the orc."

"Thank you Agneze, do you stay long? Will I see you again? To sit with you and Melee again before you depart would be a gift."

"A few days I think before Chief Kryzig wishes to depart, I am unsure. As for Melee I haven't seen her, but we shall see."

"We seek her now, will you join us?"

"Ahhh I am seeking something else now. Queen Deniera brought her own guard with her, that means there are true blood elf men here and I need a taste of home, hehe."

"Hahaha, yes! I remember what you said."

"Ha! Still a taste for elf men only Agneze?"

"You're one to speak Lord Zyre, you have sworn yourself to an elf princess! A worthy choice, beauty defined for sure, but an elf just the same, you cannot blame me, haha!"

"Ha! I cannot, we will leave you to your pleasure."

There was much drinking and feasting, some fighting, and women being taken everywhere, along with men. All the usual of course, threesomes, gangbangs, one to one; cum baths being given and taken, even two women fighting over who would receive the cum explosion from an orc; interestingly the half blood women of any kind were in the highest demand and the most fought over while the true blood orc men received the most attention.

Surprisingly it was not long before I heard Melee's voice loud and clear, laughing away. We made a turn thru the tents and fires and there she was with Gilead, Cyllian, and Deniera at a table feasting on boar and stag, ale and wine.

"Aye Mistress and Lord Zyre! I thought you abandoned the feast either for the forest or your tent, hehe!"

"Haha Melee, you left the council circle so quickly I did not think to find you feasting, but.... otherwise occupied."

I was embarrassed for saying it; I was not yet used to speaking about sex so openly and she knew it.

"Haha still shy talking about my sex life, why? I am not. Actually I have already feasted in several ways and now I must actually eat!"

"Ever the same Melee."

"Always, I will never change and why? I know few who would wish it and those who do matter not."

"Aye true Melee. I would not have you change at all."

"But you, tho I quickly fled the council you lingered did you not, hehe."

"Hahaha, I suppose there is no denying I lingered."

"There is not, the entire camp heard you stay!"

She knew of course this was embarrassing to me, but I understood she now had something new to tease me about after all these years of me teasing her, tho Cyllian and Deniera being there made it a bit uncomfortable for me. Zyre knew and quickly changed the subject.

"Melee Analea tells me you choose to stay in her service rather than gaining a captaincy."

"Yes Lord Zyre, tho I appreciate the offer of a command, I cannot; I will not leave my Mistress' side, not for a kingdom even."

"I am glad to hear it, for I know no one more loyal than you. Always at her side and at her call... unlike some other who vanishes often."

"Aye Lord Zyre! I do apologize greatly, but in truth it's this woman's constant need lately that forces me to choose my duty."

"Hmmm it is fortunate Gilead you know my mind as you do, and your fighting skills are unmatched, unless it is a woman."

"A weakness I will not repair I am afraid, ha! And pardon my saying Lord Zyre, I think now you will understand the choice I make."

Oh these half blood orc/humans and their mischievous ways, Zyre at least did not deny when he looked to me briefly before turning back to the others.

"Now we are on the topic of Gilead's weakness Melee, since you choose to remain by the Queen's side, I place you on par in my encampment with him. You are Analea's right hand as Gilead is unfortunately mine, ha! Your word is command excepting to the council. My two commands to you are to ensure Gilead performs his duty, and perform yours to your Mistress. And Gilead, my weakness tho not denied, is not your concern."

"Haha! I leave your business to you Hegemon unless you command otherwise."

"Lord Zyre I thank you for the honor, and I promise if Gilead is not fulfilling his duties in a timely manner to you, he is certainly filling something, ha!"

"Ha! I said once to your mistress that never have I known any with such a fitting name as you. In truth between the both of you our camp and the horde will be well kept.

Lord Cyllian, Queen Deniera is the feast well?"

"Indeed Hegemon the hospitality of your camp exceeds expectations and the accomodations of an orc tent are most comfortable, if not completely private."

Deniera looked me dead in my eyes as she spoke with a faint smile playing upon her lips. This whole encounter was growing exceedingly uncomfortable for me, but I was grateful she seemed not to be upset.

"And the claiming ritual was fascinating as well. I have heard the stories but this the first I witnessed."

"Much of it is ancient practice with hollow meaning now but Analea insisted upon much of it."

"Truly?"

"I did. I wanted the horde to know my willingness to be one of them and I was once accused of wishing to do away with the old traditions, and my will was to refute those words. I also wished to perhaps change the meaning and reason of these old ways."

Was she trying to corner me? Embarrass me? I could not tell.

"Truth be told I, and I think many who are not of Orc blood, envy the freedom in such things. The openness of how they... take so openly, before all. That kind of freedom is to be envied, not shamed. There seems to be something freeing in being publicly claimed, perhaps someday--"

She did not get a chance to finish as Melee was quite drunk and now spoke with abandon on the virtues of being publicly fucked.

"Aya Queen Deniera! I recommend it greatly ha! It drives the men, or man, wild! And the ones watching? Hehe knowing you are driving them mad with lust, men and women. And at least for me being watched in my ecstasy only intensifies my own pleasure. And watching, hmmm it drives me mad with lust to watch, I barely made it thru my Mistress' claiming!"

"Hahaha well Melee perhaps someday I will be so bold, but until then I will live thru you, no?"

"Indeed Melee, I was half surprised you did make it thru my claiming standing on your feet."

"Oh but barely I tell you. I did try to convince Gilead to stop in the forest on our return but he did not wish to keep you both waiting."

Thru all this Deniera's eyes did not leave mine, nor the faint smile she bore, even when addressing Melee and I could not get at her meaning no matter how hard I tried.

"Haha at least admit Mistress there is something freeing in it, no? Being seen, being watched?"

I made a choice right then, to stop being embarrassed and let that part of me go. This was my new life, one I wanted, one I embraced, except this my one struggle. I would part ways with it here and now. Tho I was responding to Melee, I spoke to Deniera.

"It is freeing indeed Melee. My claiming was not the first time I was seen with Zyre fulfilling our desires, and the council circle will not be the last, perhaps not even the last this very night. All here know that I am his and he mine; there can be no shame in reminding everyone if we so choose, for it is a choice; my choice, and his. I will bear no shame for it."

"Ha! I promise you my Queen it will not be the last this night."

"Aye Mistress, and you shouldn't. Orcs do not judge man or woman for it. Actually you gain respect, unless you feel shame, unlike elfin kind and humans."

"True Melee. That is why the claimings are public by chiefs, captains, and hegemons; the others want to know their Queen will not be shamed of our ways. Now especially because of Analea to be publicly claimed or marked will show a woman's willingness, nay desire, to be one of us. Her marking and now her claiming brought Analea the loyalty of the horde."

I do not to this day know if Cyllian was picking up on the possible tension between Deniera and myself, or what prompted him to interject and change the course, but he broke his long silence and observation.

"You have indeed changed much sister in a very short time; it is interesting that your change coincides with the changes in the world around us. The old ways are dead or dying, passing into memory as they should. Fate ever decrees change and those who resist it do so at their own peril, along with that of their descendants. Like you embracing your new life while changing the meaning of the old ways, we must all be so willing."

"Like elf and orc uniting, becoming one as the two of you; like elf and orc fighting side by side against common enemies as we all shall be soon; as Analea letting go of her old life but bringing change as well to her new one.

"You will truly be honored Analea as you should be. One of the few, too few, half fae who did not have to hide, taking an orc for her mate, ruling and fighting beside him, and changing the world by all of it, perhaps even bringing change to those she did not expect; her own kind, her own blood."

I took her words as spoken rather than wondering if something else was meant. Perhaps she did not intend to insult and wished she had the freedom to act in such a way; I knew not and it did not matter, this was my chosen life.

"Kind words Queen Deniera, Cyllian- tho I have succeeded in changing my own life and ways we shall see if the weave of Fate allows for me, and all of us to change the lives of others."

"Haha Melee! Oh Lord Cyllian, Queen Deniera... this is a royal gathering... I need to thank you Queen for bringing your personal guard with you hehe. I haven't seen a true blood elf man in some time."

"Haha Agneze, perhaps you could tell me where my guard actually is for I have not seen them now for hours, I assume preoccupied by you?"

"Haha, they are recovering and not just from me, but others as well! I'm certain they will be along soon."

Agneze had found her way to us and our little gathering grew, in number and mirth since she and Melee regaled about the past and told their stories; Kryzig as well found his way along with others and so the hours fled into the warm night.

A few hours of laughter and drinking listening mostly to Melee and Agneze tell their tales and occasionally Zyre, Cyllian, and Kryzig along with myself and Deniera making our future plans and what comes next.

Our talk of these things must have dulled the others as they all wandered off to other things; Melee, Gilead, and Agneze joining passers by heading to other parts of the encampment for more lively entertainment. Eventually Kryzig allowed himself to be led by a few women to a fire not far off, Cyllian and Deniera taking their leave and off somewhere else, I presume to their tent. Zyre and I found ourselves alone wandering thru the maze of fires, tents, and bodies towards our own, some distance away.

"Haha hoho! Look at the captain! Taking it from behind and eating orc cock!"

"Hehe, can't wait for my turn. Been waiting a long time to fuck our captain. The Queen always keeping us on duty it seems and she won't allow anything on duty."

"Definitely not on duty now... hmmm what a sight! He should be fucking her harder tho, she likes it rough and fast, I know. Hey! Fuck her harder! We're all waiting!"

Well this was interesting, the scene and the chatter. Turning a bend we came into a somewhat secluded area enclosed by thick trees and low hanging branches and there we found a group of elves, all men excepting one, Deniera's captain Lynxcia, mostly stripped. She of course being had from behind by a fellow elf, and in front an orc. So much for the northern elf having more discretion it seems. She pulled the orc from her mouth and answered this soldier's words, giving orders and making threats. I was certainly intrigued and stopped to listen.

"Hehe you can no longer help yourself Analea."

Zyre spoke in my ear as I stopped, I could not and I know not why, our words were whispered.

"I cannot... "

"Ah ah ah.. hmmm yes! Harder soldier. Or I'll put you in chains and have this orc show you how to fuck a woman. That's an order- hmmpffff!"

"Bah! After I fill your mouth and face with my cum I'll show your elf underlings how to fuck you right anyway. Now swallow my cock!"

He pulled her face back by her long brown hair to him and shoved his member back into her mouth and I presume her throat, from the gagging sounds she made. The soldier behind obeyed her command and grabbing her hips thrust harder inside her, pushing her face into the giant orc before her, riding his shaft into her mouth over and over. She screamed and moaned over it, and how she remained on her feet, bent at her waist thru all this I cannot imagine.

The other elf guards still stood there watching, never seeing us and continued to taunt and make comments about the spectacle before them.

"It's been too long since we've been free enough to enter an orc camp and partake. Seeing the captain like this, taking all of us, taking orcs, she never relaxes like this."

"Makes it worth being under her command, not many of our women are so willing to take so many, fuck in the open. Makes me wish I were an orc."

"The captain isn't usually like this, even off duty. I watched her beat four of the kingdom's best for even suggesting it once in an inn, and she was off duty. But every so often, this happens."

"The orc camp, all the fucking going on here, everyone watching... that Claiming ceremony probably got her, it did me. And these orc women, hehe. I've had three already, now the captain. As soon as this orc is done with her mouth..."

I heard no more but the captains' screams and moans. I felt hands upon me, picking me up, scooping and flipping me, Zyre threw me over his shoulder, laughing and carried me away, only a short distance. But before we left, when I first went over his massive shoulder and could still see thru the fire light, in the shadows opposite us in the trees I saw a pair of white eyes beneath a dark hood and a flash of red gold hair, then we were gone.

"Ahhhh! What is this Zyre?"

"Ha! I remember your words clearly, 'fuck me like the orc you are, take me as and when you will', so I shall!"

Even tho it is rather indignant to be carried this way, I must admit I enjoyed it; his strong large hands on my ass and legs, how easily he carried and handled me, with no effort it seemed, and I could appreciate the humor as well; it is such an orc thing to do.

His long strides carried us but a short distance. He was not seeking privacy, but a feasting table that had been abandoned, and tho there were others within sight and sound they were not immediate.

He held me this way with one arm while the other made a wide sweep of the long narrow table, clearing it; what did not clear with that he quickly finished by tipping it and I could not help but laugh at my situation and position, like I had been captured, a war prize, and was being taken to my Fate, but this Fate I could not wait for.

He then leaned forward and roughly put me upon my back on table before him and removed his loose loin cloth. I did not want him ripping the wrap Talia had put so much effort to make and undid the three loops holding it together, removed my knife belt, and Zyre flipped the wrap off my waist exposing me, took my knees and spread my legs apart, leaned forward between them and into me, his face so close to mine and took the leather string holding my bodice together and carefully removed it, tossing that aside.

"No ripping and tearing Zyre?"

"Hmmm you would no longer have any covering if I took you the way I wanted every time."

"It would be worth it to me, only Talia would be extremely busy mending my belongings."

He stood before me a moment gazing upon me, breathing heavy. I ran my hands gently over my body; pushing my breasts together and up, pinching my own hardened nipples, down my stomach, my sides, to and over my hips and down between my legs, slowly, softly, every curve, every nuance of my soft curvy body, in such contrast to his own muscular hard as iron gigantic form.

"Do you like what you see laying before you Zyre?"

He did not respond and I expected none. His massive hands grabbed my heavy breasts, covering them. He squeezed and felt them, pushing them together; I put my own hands on his guiding him, helping him and letting him know how I liked to be touched, grabbed, squeezed, pushed. His eyes lit and burned, his lust fueled mine, his enjoyment was mine, mine, his. My body responded, my hips pushing against him impatiently, but I wouldn't be kept waiting.

Zyre thrust deep and hard, grabbing my hips and shoving himself all the way in. I screamed loud, gripping the table edges as my body was pressed hard against it and up. He pulled me back to him by my hips, grunting as he filled me with cock.

Fast and furious he fucked me hard, my tits bouncing, body shaking, his grip on me tight and firm making me wince with pain. He was ferocious this time; every push into me as deep as he could, the whole of him in me, slamming into me, pushing my legs up, my back arching. I wondered if the sight of the elf captain had anything to do with how he fucked me now; did that fuel his lust, seeing her taken that way? I could not deny that her image was playing in my mind. A woman being fucked however the men wanted, but in control and satisfying her own pent up lust as she wanted. That is what being taken Zyre was for me. This understanding hit me and I suddenly came hard and long.

My orgasm rocked thru me and it only spurned Zyre on, his fucking became harder and faster, rougher and more animalistic. He leaned over me more, driving deeper still. I lifted my head and looked between my shaking bouncing tits and saw my skin bulge out, pushed out by his massive cock, I screamed again and again, my fingers now digging into his flesh.

"AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH!"

His grunting became growls and roars, his body dripping sweat on mine, his grip tightened more now around my waist, still pulling me into him with his thrusts into me. I pulled myself up, leaning forward to watch. I wanted to see and watch his hard member entering me. The veins in his shaft stood out, looking like they were going to burst, my mind amazed that something so rigid and huge could fit inside me, give me more pleasure than pain, and watching him fuck me with it, sliding in and out, jerking thrusting into me, made me cum again.

My arms were growing weary and my neck sore but I could not stop watching him, my juices flowing from me splattering with every thrust against my thighs and his; any pain I felt thru this pounding was nothing compared to the pleasure of it.

Zyre stood up straight, his hands still grabbing and squeezing my waist, pulled me tight to him and with a powerful thrust I felt his first explosion in me. He roared over and over, cumming each time, his throbbing cock pushing into and against me with every cum, filling me. I leaned forward looking again and watched as his cock pushed his own cum out of me as he continued to fuck my soaking pussy, splattering his cum over both of us.

It felt as tho he wasn't going to stop, was not willing to relent, this punishing fucking, but his release in me slowed, and his thrusting as well. He released my hips from his grip and took my breasts again, grabbing them, instinctively my hands went upon his as he leaned over me again, and now slow gentle pushing into me. He did not want to stop and did not withdraw but continued in me.

I wrapped my booted legs around his body pulling him in and he was gentle enough my hips could now push against him and I took him in me, instead of him taking me, as deep as I could handle. This was a pleasure of it's own, both of us knowing he could take me as he wanted as hard and rough as he wanted and I could take him as I wished; both enjoying what the other wanted, both wanting what the other wanted, and after a few minutes of this slower gentler fucking I made him cum for me again. I knew moments before he released by his grip on my breasts and the pressure he put on them, squeezing and grabbing hard, then his liquid squirted into me with several deep thrusts.

He relented and breathed, throbbing but resting inside me still. My hands played up his arms and over his chiseled stomach, dragging my nails over his skin. I arched my back to accentuate my breasts, I wanted more but thought we may be done; I was wrong.

"Hmmm fucking and cumming in you is the greatest pleasure I have known. Just looking at you makes me want to release. I cannot get enough of either, looking at you and fucking you. Never have I released so much."

"Do not stop then. May you ever take your pleasure, and yet never reach full satisfaction, for I will be disappointed if you ever gaze upon me and not want. I have never known or imagined such pleasure as I have with you inside me, even now you resting in me my body grabs you, wanting you deeper, wanting to make you release, taking your cum in me, hearing you grunt and roar, knowing I do that to you brings me satisfaction."

"Ha! I am fully satisfied and still want more. It is my mercy for you that I relent- "

To make his point he rammed hard into me a few times, still iron hard in me.

"If I did not you would never walk again, hehe. And never could I see your form and not want."

Pulling out his seed ran out of me as always, dribbling and pooling on the table, he took me by my hips and slid me up the table more then leapt upon it. Standing above me, legs to either side of me, looking down at me he took his hard cock in hand and stroked it a few times, squeezing it and pushing cum out, spilling it out on my body, especially my breasts.

"There is yet more cum in me for you."

"It should all be for me and none other."

Zyre dropped to his knees resting his bulk upon my body right at my waist; still holding his massive cock in hand he let it thud down between them. The weight of it between my breasts still surprises me, and seeing it so close, the immensity of it; the girth and length, the size of the head, still it shocks me.

He moved his hips and slid it up between them. I let my head fall back as I grabbed my fleshy mounds and pressed against him, feeling his hardness between my tits and his head hit me, pressing against my skin where my chin and neck meet.

I felt his hands on mine and together we pressed my tits against each other, squeezing around his hard cock, his thrusting grew more intense and faster. Again and again his head hit the same spot, harder each time. I watched his face and eyes as he watched himself fucking my tits. He seemed mesmerized watching himself slide between them over and over, I moaned as I felt him grow more rigid and use more force.

As Zyre thrust between my breasts I moved them against him, rubbing against his shaft back and forth opposite each other while squeezing them harder, wrapping them around him, covering him to give him more friction until his first explosion splattered against my neck, then another, and a third. I relaxed my hands on my tits when he began cumming on me, eventually he took my hand in his and wrapped it around his throbbing exploding cock and I stroked his cum out with his guidance. He aimed at my cleavage then my breasts covering them and soaking them along with my one hand that still held and pressed them, rubbing and smearing his ejaculate all over and between them.

I raised my face to watch his cumming cock, see his cum explode from him, watching it splatter and cover my skin. Seeing his head expand with every cum fascinated me and still does. Still with my hand stroking him I opened my mouth and his hands slipped behind my head to hold me up as he came on my chin and mouth; it excited him more and gave his cock new life it seemed, as his cumming intensified rather than growing less.

My tongue protruded from my open mouth to receive his liquid seed and some landed there, but too little as a mans' cumming is rather... haphazard? chaotic and spurting everywhere in spite of one's aim. His cum hit my lips, chin, cheeks, my tongue, neck, and since he kept cumming I placed him back between my tits for more; I truly love the feel of his cock between them, pressing them against him, my soft mounds against his rigidness.

But even an orc overcome by lust cannot cum forever, and eventually his release slowed and holding my face up with one hand, the other grabbing himself and placed his shaft at my lips and he forced his cock into my mouth, a few thrusts only to finish his cumming. I took it and held what little (for him) cum he had left while swirling my long tongue over his head, coaxing it to release a little more.

He pulled out, cock dripping cum and spit, and looked at me. I held his gaze while opening my mouth for him, then swallowed it all. Zyre grunted his satisfaction while I propped myself up and used my tongue on his long shaft cleaning him.

It was only now I realized we had gained an audience; those guards of Deniera, the men and their captain must have heard my screams from Zyre fucking me earlier and came to watch; there were also orcs and camp servants, both dwarf and human, men and women, and myriad half bloods, watching as Zyre knelt above me and I cleaned his wet cum and spit covered cock with my tongue, laying beneath him naked, cum all over my face and large breasts.

I noticed something while being watched relishing the taste of his cock and cum; I cared not. I was not self conscious, and rather enjoyed the fact I was being watched, tho I wondered how much the different groups had seen. Had they all witnessed my fucking? Did they see him fuck my tits? His cumming inside me? On me, on my tits, my face? in my mouth? Regardless I did enjoy licking and sucking his cock clean before them all, while my one free hand continued massaging his cum all over and into my chest, all over my tits, the curve of them and under and smearing it down to my stomach, spreading his seed everywhere on me. I did not however see Deniera and wondered if she watched any of it since I had caught a glimpse of her watching her captain getting fucked by those under her command and an orc.

"Ahh ahhh ahhh.. a drink Zyre, I require a drink. Perhaps we may find a wineskin?"

"Aye, I need a barrel of ale, ha! After that, a drink is definitely in order. Come, then we return to the tent. The hour is late and tomorrow is more feasting and drinking, but the day has been long and you need rest."

He helped me stand from the table and we gathered my things, tho I did not bother dressing. I simply carried them and walked thru the camp naked wearing only my boots and Zyre's cum; those who had been watching were talking among themselves and most departed, but I did hear the elfin guards say something to the captain as we left that I could not make out, but her response was loud and clear.

"Yes, if you think that between all of you you can fuck me like that and cover me as she was, but I'm betting my gold wages it would take all of you a week to do what that one orc did to her..."

"But not a true blood orc Lynxcia, captain and hunter of goblin and demon orc."

"Ahh the mighty Zogreb, can you keep that promise? Can you wield your weapon all night and give me that?"

"Ha! I'll plaster you to that table elf!"

"You better or...."

I heard no more as we made our way thru the trees in our search for wine and ale, and our tent.