An Orc in Heat

Evie was awoken by a hand over her mouth and a strong arm lifting her from her bed.

Purely in reaction she bit into the hand and started gnawing the tough skin. Before she really started thrashing, or let loose the breath she'd drawn in for a muffled scream, her eyes opened. She then realized that it was the biggest of her orcs, Smear, carrying her.

He and Derick both had filled out quite a bit within that first year of her joining them. The two of them properly fit the term of 'bulky' orc these days.

Settling down, she let her breath out in a very muffled whoosh as she studied his features. His heavy brows were furrowed with worry. As much of his bottom lips as could fit between his tusks was in his mouth being chewed on anxiously.

She tried tapping his arm so she could ask a question, but he simply shook his head and held her closer as he quickly moved. Oddly enough, none of the doors were closed behind them, and all the other orcs were swiftly and silently exiting the house.

It wasn't until they were on the far side of the barn that Smear finally crouched down and took his hand off her mouth.

Sitting up on Smear's knees, she looked around in confusion. Neil was busy passing around cheese and oatcakes. The older goblins were climbing up to Sparrow's shoulders. Bitch hurriedly handed her Nels before moving towards The Old Man.

Settling the five month old at her breast, she took note of the hushed tones the adults were using and the shushing the older two goblins kept getting.

Leaning back against Smear she hissed out in a whisper, "What's going on?"

"Derick's in musth," Smear whispered back.

Looking around again, she realized that she could not spot the mentioned orc. But, if he was in trouble, why were they all out here?

Opening her mouth to ask more questions, she was interrupted by Neil popping an oatcake into it and reassuring her with, "Bitch'll be back over to explain in a minute."

Gnawing on the sticky, chewy disc, Evie looked over to where The Old Man and Bitch stood in huddled conversation.

They seemed to reach a consensus right around the time that Nels switched sides, and the two of them finally came over to explain to Evie what was going on.

Crouching in front of them, The Old Man squinted and directed his unfocused eyes towards Smear's chest. Meanwhile, Bitch took a deep breath and softly tried to explain, "Derick is in musth. Which essentially means he's in heat, and until there's a woman distracting him, it won't be safe for us boars to be noticed by him."

It didn't take her long to think about it, most of her thoughts being to wonder if this was why he was so irritable and out of sorts the night before. Her decision, however, was swift.

"Take me back to the house then," she determinedly said.

Cradling her free hand in both of his, Bitch carefully explained, "You will become pregnant, and he will keep you occupied for the rest of the day."

Furrowing her brows, she looked down at her youngest. Five months was much too soon, they usually waited at least a year before risking it again... Although Nels, like his older brothers before him, already had most of his teeth and was eating enough solids. He'd be fine without her for the day...

Evie worried at her lower lip for a moment, before slowly asking, "What are our other options?"

Sighing, Bitch explained, "We send you and the goblins away and within a week it'll be over. However, we'll be risking him accidentally hurting himself or one of us, and the military will be pissed at us for wasting his musth."

Bitch hesitated a moment, but Evie didn't have time to push away her horror and respond before he explained the second option, "Or... we could go to town and see if we can find one to three volunteers to try and keep him occupied."

This snapped her out of her horror, as none of Evie's old friends would be available.

Glaring, she hissed in outrage, "We will not be letting some unknown hussy bear any of your young. If it's to be done, I'll be the strumpet to do it."

Nels released the nipple with a pop as Bitch wordlessly blushed.

After a moment of silence, The Old Man held his hands out and cooed out coaxingly, "Come here our little Nelly."

The elderly boar's vision might be all but gone, but his hands were still very steady. So without a qualm, Evie handed her youngest over to the old orc, and tucked herself back into her gown.

A small smile curled upon her lips as The Old Man cuddled the baby close while softly asking, "Who's the prettiest baby?"

To the sound of baby giggles, Evie looked up at Smear and demanded, "Take me back."

Nodding his acceptance, Smear held her close as he stood up and strode off.

Trotting along after them, Bitch hurried to instruct, "Don't close any doors behind you, we'll get them when it's safe. And, if he's still asleep, go down on him. Do your best to be in control as long as you can, but don't fight him."

Nodding her understanding, she reached out to touch Bitch's cheek reassuringly.

Catching her hand, Bitch gave it a brief squeeze as he earnestly said, "His musth is driving him right now, but he's still Derick." Then, releasing her, Bitch hung back, letting them swiftly move away.

Stopping by the back porch, Smear wordlessly set her down upon it. With one last glance back at his reassuring smile, she strode inside with a confidence that she did not entirely feel.

Looking around the empty kitchen, she felt a happiness that she would've never expected when she was younger bubbling up.

When her former manager and his clot first got a hold of her, and for the first time treated her like her own person and a child, she thought that was the height of happiness.

Smiling, she wandered through the kitchen and dining room, her fingers trailing over tucked in chairs.

The freedom she had had there, before she grew up and had to take on her job, was as nothing compared to what she had here. And here, the love and care she received was unshadowed by a harsher reality that they had no choice but to give into.

Light-footedly, Evie climbed the stairs, paying careful attention to stepping around the creaky and squeaky spots.

That love and care was why she was determined to give them everything she could. And this particular thing especially was not something she would trust to a stranger.

With a still careful step she made her way down the hall. Although, she did wonder if he really would hear her over the sound of his own drowsy groans.

The door swung open easily at her touch. Either Derick hadn't closed it properly the night before, or more likely someone had started to open it before noticing his scent. A scent that was quickly becoming more apparent even to her nose.

Evie breathed in deeply, she'd never quite so clearly encountered the crisp clean smell of male orc before. Although, there were some unusual musky overtones to it that were making her belly quiver and the saliva in her mouth pool. Swallowing, she pushed the door fully open and stepped inside.

The blanket dangled off the end of the bed, most likely having been kicked off by the still restlessly sleeping orc. Evie trailed her eyes over his form, noting the blue flush to his lower belly and groin, the strained nature of his loincloth, and the orange drool seeping out of the corners of his mouth.

Swallowing yet again, she found her usual desire for these orcs climbing to new heights. Her normal worries and thoughts faded into the background, as did all of the advice that Bitch had given her.

Her nightgown was quickly shed as she strode across the room. Climbing onto the bed, she eagerly undid his only garment.

Luckily, even though she was not thinking of the advice she'd received, she wanted that cock in her mouth. Ignoring the confused mumble of the waking orc, she shoved her face down on his engorged, more brightly colored than normal, dick.

She wasn't sure, but she thought he was bigger than normal. If nothing else, he was certainly harder than normal.

With a jerk of his hips, Derick gasped out, "Careful."

Slowing her descent down, Evie lathed her tongue along the hot length as she swallowed. The orc attached to the length shifted, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Her eyes flicked up to watch him, unwilling to stop even when he muttered confusedly, "Why'm I so tender?"

Shifting his weight once again, he wiped the drool off his face. After staring into his hand in confounded enlightenment for a moment, he muttered sarcastically, "Oh... Of course. Musth."

Dropping back down, Derick rubbed his hands over her shoulders, spreading a feeling of warmth and sensitivity from the hand that he had also used to wipe his face.

Evie sucked harder with her head picking up a faster, more eager pace. Until a heavy hand landed on the back of her head, and Derick spoke out in a rough coaxing voice, "Easy does it."

With an urgent need to have his cum in her belly, she in no way wanted to slow down. So it was with a great force of will that she did so. His appreciative, "Fuck, feels good," and grunts of pleasure helped her to maintain the slower, gentler rhythm, until he started blasting down her throat.

His cum came so hard, that even her well trained reflexes nearly failed her. Suppressing a cough from the force, only suffering a slight loss from the seal of her lips around his dick, she sucked the vast majority of his sweet cum down

She didn't get a chance to pull off herself, or even barely notice the slight softening of his dick. As he very quickly pulled her up and rolled them over, with his lips aggressively taking hers.

Wrapping her arms about his thick neck, Evie enthusiastically returned the kiss. Moaning into his mouth and pressing herself as close as she could, she felt her arousal climbing much faster than it usually would.

Holding him close, she hooked her legs around him to make it easier to rub herself against him. She wanted him, she needed him, and she could no more think of anything else than he could. Perhaps, even less than he could.

Briefly, she was able to recall a long ago warning about half-elves responding more strongly to certain things, before the sensations coursing through her body and the heady distilled taste of him on her tongue drowned the thought out.

Thoughtlessly, Evie rubbed and ground herself against him. Chasing her pleasure, she resisted her orc's halfhearted attempts to pull her free. Attempts that he temporarily halted in favor or running his hand all over her body.

Squealing and arching in surprised pleasure as wave after wave of orgasms came crashing through her was just the opening Derick needed. Snarling in need, he pinned her to the bed. After a couple of false jabs, he found her opening with his cock and slid in.

A string of unintelligible curses flew out of his mouth as she spasmed around the thick shaft sawing frantically in and out of her cunt.

Their bodies moved as they found a primal rhythm together, his soft guttural grunts interspersed between her loud squeals.

Things devolved further from there into pure hedonistic rutting, with hardly a thought given to the world around them. Yet still, Derick held back.

Usually Evie found their holding back amusing, she was not as fragile as they thought her. This time though, it was frustrating bordering on infuriating.

"More, more, fuck harder!" she cried out in desperation.

As if her words had snapped all restraints, Derick pounded the gleeful little half-elf into the mattress. Until with a bellow of dominance and warning, the boar came within her.

Panting, and bracing himself above her, Derick stared down with worried eyes.

Letting out soft ecstatic mewls, Evie quivered as bliss radiated out in waves from the still hard cock embedded within her nethers.

With his heavy brows wrinkled in worry, the large orc started to pull out. Only to pause when a sweaty, trembling hand reached up and grabbed his tusk.

His eyes rolled back, and he let out a moan as a delicate thumb rubbed sensually against his tusk.

Evie wanted more, she knew she had to have more, and this might be her only chance to get one of her boars to fully unleash their lust upon her. So she pulled herself together enough to form a few coherent thoughts. "Derick love," she cooed huskily out, "I'm fine. I'll continue to be fine. So, stop worrying and holding back, and breed me like you mean it."

She almost thought that she'd pushed him too far when he shook her hand off and pulled out. Any such thought, or rather any thoughts at all were banished when he rolled her over and helped her onto her hands and knees.

The blanket was grabbed, and the pillows snagged. With those successfully stuffed under her, Evie enticingly wiggled her ass, only to be met by the teasing sensation of Derick sniffing over her sweaty back.

"Derick?" she breathlessly begged, only to be interrupted by his tongue dragging up her spine. Gasping, she let loose a string of whimpers and moans at the warm tingly sensation that swept through her.

He licked along her hairline, until he reached the tip of her ear. A soft squeak of anticipation left her mouth as his breath stirred against the slightly pointy tip. The second his teeth caught that tip, her world exploded in overwhelming pleasure.

Evie's elbows gave out, and her backside humped wildly into his belly.

Rumbling happily, Derick jerked upright and guided her dripping pussy onto his dick.

He started off slow, but soon he drove himself rapidly in and out. A much more rapid pace than any but occasionally Neil had dared do with her before.

Yet, she could still feel the tension in his hands and arms from where he was grabbing her hip, which told her that he was still holding back. In the past, that would be fine, but this time, she would not stand for it.

While not entirely sure what she said in the moment, just spitting out words in the hopes of getting him to let go, the small hybrid screamed out, "More! Harder! Breed me! Fuck me! Fill me!"

With every word that she spat out, his rumbles and motions got more and more aggressive, until she was finally completely at his mercy.

Feeling the last of the tension bleed out of him as he plowed her properly, she let herself go. Just being, she reveled in the gentleness of his hands upon her hips, and the mindless pounding of his shaft within her.

All too soon, he blasted another load off. He was far from done with her yet though. Hunching over her frame, his hips still a blur. He reached under to grope over her chest while his lips sought hers.

Eagerly, she obliged by turning her head to meet his. Their lips met with a deceptive softness as his mouth completely dominated hers.

With a soft mewl of surrender, Evie leaned into the large orc, enjoying the feel of being completely possessed.

Uplifting the corner of his lip in a snarl, Derick pulled back and rolled her over so that he could lick and taste and suck. Starting at the corner of her jaw, he made his way down her neck and over her chest. Spreading, and intensifying that delightful feeling that had her falling apart and coming together under his every touch.

It was a small mercy that he did not spend as much time at her nipples as he usually did, instead quickly moving down to her belly, and lower.

However, Evie had no idea how long he spent on her nethers, as the merest touch of his tongue upon her clit caused her to whiteout with a scream.

She came to once more to Derick pulling her head around to his cock. This time, there were no cautions, just a loud appreciative grunt as she eagerly slammed her own face down into his crotch.

Words were not needed as she slurped up the tangy flavor of their combined juices. Slowness was not desired, as he grabbed a fistful of hair and urged her on faster.

Hungrily, she swallowed him down to the root. Eagerly, devouring the near constant dribble of sweet precum as she went.

If she hadn't been so out of her head with wanton need and limitless pleasure, Evie might've stopped to wonder at how he could still be hard. Especially after he blasted down her throat without losing any of that rigidity.

Thoughts were unwanted as he moved her like a doll, into his lap and upon his shaft. Crying out her pleasure, she clung to his bulging upper arms, as the snarling and rumbling orc repeatedly slammed her onto himself.

Eventually he tired of this, or maybe he came again, Evie was too full of his hot seed to tell if more was added. Either way, Derick tipped forward with her still impaled and continued to rut her into the bed.

By this point, both of them had become swept up in his musth and moved almost fluidly with each other, their cries of passion doing nothing but drive the other on to further heights.

The rest of the day was spent with them tumbling about as Derick sought to bury himself deeper and deeper within Evie's depth, with only the occasional break to blast another load down her throat.

~~~~~

Derick tried to catch his breath as Evie passed out within his arms. His musth had left him far more swiftly than it had arrived.

Pulling the half-elf into a protective embrace with his trembling, achy arm, he let out a soft lonesome whimper. Mere moments before he had felt all but invincible. Now however, he felt sore, and vulnerable, with a deep need to have the others here.

Hearing a shuffling just on the other side of his door, he tensed up and let out a tentative, raspy, "Guys?"

An equally tentative voice from the other side answered, "Can we's come in?"

Upon recognizing Sparrow's voice Derick relaxed, perhaps a bit too quickly, as pain spiked in his overused muscles. With a soft whimper, he invited the others with a plaintive, "Please."

Slowly, the door opened. Cautiously, Sparrow poked his head inside. Seeing the twitching lump of orc laying there curled around the smaller form of Evie, Sparrow opened the door wider.

Followed by Bitch and Smear, Sparrow pushed a cart into the room to park it at the foot of the bed. While the two larger orcs went around behind Derick, Bitch moved over beside Evie. Crouching down, the lanky orc cautiously asked, "Can I check on Evie?"

With a silent nod, Derick painfully pulled his upper arm back, granting the other access to their woman.

The smaller orc carefully pulled the sleeping half-elf over to the edge of the bed, his eyes constantly darting towards the recumbent orc.

Derick furrowed his brows, he wished that they'd stop being so cautious, he wanted them here, he desired their company and help. Nearly growling, he snapped out, "Would'ja stop eyeballin' me and check out our girl!"

With a chuckle, and a nearly invisible smile, Bitch relaxed at those words and indeed turned his attention more fully to Evie.

Relaxing himself, Derick softly groused out, "Is she okay? It almost seemed't affect her more'n me. Every time I's start gettin' ahold of meself she'd fuckin' egg me on."

Letting out a thoughtful, "Hmm," Bitch tried to gently lift her eyelid only to have her lethargically bat his hand away while turning her head with an incoherent mumble. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief at this.

While Bitch examined the sleepy, uncooperative half-elf, Sparrow and Smear took warm damp cloths to Derick's hide. Relaxing into the soothing warmth, Derick very nearly drifted off himself.

Right as the pair worked together to roll Derick onto his back, Bitch cheerfully declared, "Well, she's certainly more lively than I was tol' she'd be. But, she'll prolly be sore in the morning."

Derick looked up into Sparrow's focused gaze as he tenderly cleaned the prone orc's neck and face. After a moment of silence Derick spoke up in a watery voice, "When me brother's left..." Derick hesitated for but a moment, before whispering, "Thanks' fer stayin'."

Sparrow rapped his knuckles affectionately on the top of Derick's head, as he cheerfully asked, "Where else would I go?"

"Johnny wanted you't go with him," Derick reminded him sullenly.

Rolling his eyes, Sparrow bluntly pointed out, "I wouldn't be vera happy as a smith. None of us would be happy elsewhere, that's why we's here. Besides, you guys're here."

A brief happy chuckle broke out amongst the group. As it died down, Bitch asked, "Derick, how're you feelin'?"

Derick took a moment to think about it. When Smear went to clean his tender crotch he finally found the words. Letting out a pained growl Derick complained, "Like I were jerkin' it with a spiked sleeve while a stampede tromped over me."

Smear yanked his hand away, before getting back to his task with a more careful hand.

Closing his eyes, Derick whined, "I dun think I'll ever fuck again."

Snickering, Bitch shook his head and cheerfully informed him, "You'll heal."

At Derick's doubtful snort, Bitch gathered the freshly cleaned Evie into his arms and stood up. "I'm takin' her to nurse Nels in the communal bed. When you guys're done Old Bastard said he'll 'ave stew waitin' in there for Derick."

Watching the two leave, Derick started feeling lonely again. Softly whining, he asked, "Why's that bastard not here?"

Patiently, Sparrow explained, "Cause, he thinks too much, and someone has to look after the goblins."

Pouting, Derick tried to cross his arms. His efforts were intercepted by Sparrow's strong grip lifting one arm to clean it. Quarrelsomely, Derick directed a pouting glare at Sparrow as he raspily demanded, "I wanna see him 'fore I sleep. Wanna see me dad too."

He would've gone on, but he was interrupted by Smear muttering, "Sounds like you need a drink first." Derick's glare was redirected to the taller orc.

Soothingly, Sparrow interrupted, "We'll make sure they come see you, and the goblins too. Doubt they's gone to sleep yet anyways."

Albeit still maudlin, sore and grumpy, Derick settled down and co-operated with their efforts to get him cleaned up and moved.