More Inspiration

I've been rereading the Lord of the Rings for the first time in probably 20 years (Jeez, when did I get so old?) and it's been inspiring me to write a lot more lately, which is always good.  On that note, I wanted to share some music videos done by Peter Hollens based on songs from the series.  I like them, and I hope you do too, enjoy!





Also as a bonus, the Ed Sheeran video "I See Fire".

Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch 2

Author's Note:  I'm still mulling about adding a small scene with Agmar and Jeanette where they discuss his parentage, but I wanted to get this in.  I may also push it to another chapter, we'll see.  I hope you enjoy the second chapter!  It will probably be on Literotica next Friday or so.  When it does, if you enjoyed the story please go over there to vote for it.  I will add a link here when available.  Here is the link for chapter 2

Edit:  Added the following paragraphs:

Of course, Agmar had known the decision was preordained.  It had all been settled the previous night.  He had been spent months persuading her and convincing her that not only could it be done, but that he was the person to do it.  Finally, Jeanette had come to him and touched him on the cheek.  “Sir Agmar, I think it is time.  It is a good plan; a plan worthy of my son.”

It was the first time he had ever acknowledged it, the first time she had confirmed to him that the rumors were true, and that he was the Queen’s bastard son.  It was fitting though, to have her finally tell the truth as he embarked on his great conquest.  After the war was done and he was confirmed as King of the Catabrian Tribes he would have to see about making her admit it publically.

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“Finally!  It’s about time we made it out of that Abyssal damned forest.” Logoth said.  The young orc stretched his arms out and took a deep breath.  After marching through the Rothge forest for so long it was invigorating to be out in the sun once again.

Agmar ignored his son, keeping his gaze forward.  The Catabrian Hills rose before them, promising land, livestock, and women for all the soldiers of his army.  Agmar had collected every green skinned orc he could find into his grand army.  With them came his own impressive brood of bastards spawned during his forty-two years of life.  His vision was to forge them into a mighty force combining the strength and speed of orcs with the discipline and strategy of humans.

“I can’t wait until we reach this Catabrian city.  I’m ready to find a good woman and a plot of land to graze.” Logoth continued.  At 18, Logoth was thirsty to prove himself, both on the battlefield and as a landowner. 

The young orc was driven by his parentage, or lack of it.  His mother was some pretty whore he met on the streets of Ruar one night.  Agmar didn’t even remember the girl’s name, only the way that she protested she wasn’t a working girl.  But what was she doing out so late at night in the red light district then?  Agmar assumed the bitch just didn’t want to lay with an orc.  But when she showed up at the castle with a green orc spawn he took him in and named him Logoth before sending the girl on her way.

“It’s not a city, shithead.  There’s nothing like a city within a month’s march at least.”  Bogor replied. 

Bogor was Agmar’s eldest bastard, and also one of his most competent.  But then, he was the son of a noblewoman, the first woman he was with.  Some handmaiden to the Queen when he was but a lad.  Agmar had made him his nominal second in command for the invasion.  He was certainly the smartest of his children, and a decent fighter in his own right even if he lacked the ruthlessness that he would need to succeed.  Agmar hoped that the subjugation of the Catabrians would bring that out in him.

“That’s fine.  I don’t want to live in a city again anyway.  Lots of land and some sheep or goats to graze it.  Plenty of open space and open sky.”

“I dunno, I’ve heard it gets cold up here in the winter, especially since there are no cities to trap the heat.” Kovos interjected.  He served as Agmar’s squire, though being almost 14 he would soon start looking for ways to get himself knighted.  Agmar didn’t quite remember where he came from, but nonetheless took him in when he was presented at the castle as one of his sons.

“Quiet.” Agmar grumbled.  “If you’re just going to chatter like women then go off and find something useful to do.  Interrogate the prisoners.  Speak to the men.  Scout  ahead.  But don’t just blather on about nothing.”

Silence reigned for a moment, before Logoth spoke.  “I’d be happy to interrogate that tasty redhead you-”

Agmar’s glare quickly silenced him, and he spurred his horse and rode up ahead of the column.   also peeled off, leaving him alone with his squire, who knew better than to speak up again.  Finally left alone with some peace and quiet, Agmar’s mind turned back to when he first proposed the invasion.

“...So by infiltrating the forest with an advance party of dragoons, we’ll be able to cut off the Catabrians in the initial battle.  With the three main clans defeated, we’ll be able to stroke quickly into the Catabrian Hills before the rest of the clans get a chance to unite into a single, cohesive force.”

Queen Jeanette, King Grotok, and King Belkor had been sitting around the table of Jeanette’s war room studying maps as Agmar made his proposal.  Now that he was done they collected their thoughts.

“I think you underestimate the Catabrians.”  Belkor spoke first as he looked up from the map.  “Every story I’ve heard describes them as strong, cunning warriors.  They’ve never been successfully occupied for a prolonged period of time.”

“They’ve never fought a force like the one I am putting together.  Hesten Lords looking to expand their feudal demesnes are not the same as orcs looking to cultivate pastoral land.  Our people have the skills and strength necessary to take it in order.”

Jeanette stroked her chin thoughtfully.  “The Catabrians have been successfully subjugated before.  But they had outside help in liberating themselves.”

“Thesta won’t risk war with Zentara and Heste for the sake of the Catabrians.”  Agmar stated decisively.

“Amelie will not abandon them.  She will absolutely form an army to eject you from Catabria.  That will drag Zentara into a war with our greatest trading partner and ally.”  Grotok shook his head in disapproval.  “And for what?  Glory?  So you can have a piece of land to lord over?  It’s too high a price.”

“Have you forgotten how the late King and his daughter snubbed you, Grotok?  They didn’t think that you were a worthy consort for the Princess-Knight.”  Jeanette said with a caustic bitterness in her voice.  “They may be our greatest ally, but their greatest ally is Sandora.  They will never truly trust or accept us.”

“If war comes, the primary target won’t be Zentara, it will be Heste.”  Belkor pointed towards the Catabrian Tribes on the map.  “The Thestan army will attack Agmar here and push into the Northern Provinces, where they still will find allies among the lords there.”

“The northern lords of Heste have been warring with the Catabrians forever.  They won’t side them in a war.”  Silently, Agmar was fuming at the Kings’ cowardice.  Couldn’t they see that now was the time to strike?  “They have been pushing for another campaign against them for years.”

“In order to provoke a war with Thesta. I cannot support an invasion of the Tribes.” Said Grotok.

“Nor can I.”  Added Belkor.

Jeanette raised her hand, bidding them all to be quiet.  “Since the day I was coroneted, our family has expanded from Zentara to Heste and Deznessuian.  I tried to tie ourselves to Thesta and Sandora through marriage, but those efforts were rejected.  I can only believe that this was due to prejudice against your orc blood.  They will never respect you, or your children.  But there is a way to be sure.  

If they side with barbarians from the hills over their greatest trading partner, then we’ll know for sure that war was inevitable regardless.  I’ve made my decision.  Sir Agmar, you have my permission to invade the Catabrian Tribes and bring them into our Dominion.”

Of course, Agmar had known the decision was preordained.  It had all been settled the previous night.  He had been spent months persuading her and convincing her that not only could it be done, but that he was the person to do it.  Finally, Jeanette had come to him and touched him on the cheek.  “Sir Agmar, I think it is time.  It is a good plan; a plan worthy of my son.”

It was the first time he had ever acknowledged it, the first time she had confirmed to him that the rumors were true, and that he was the Queen’s bastard son.  It was fitting though, to have her finally tell the truth as he embarked on his great conquest.  After the war was done and he was confirmed as King of the Catabrian Tribes he would have to see about making her admit it publically.

Shouting ahead snapped him out of his reverie.  He spurred his horse and galloped ahead up a hill.  As he reached the crest he found himself on the outskirts of a small village.  At the center were Logoth and a party of scouts.

“They’re not here!  There’s no one here!” A burly orc screamed at Logoth.

“They’ve fled.  Wouldn’t you?”

“Agmar made promises!  Women, livestock, land!  There’s not even any loot!  This whole shitting town is empty!”

“They can’t have gone far, and it’s not like they can hide, not with all their livestock and everything else will find them.  My father will find them.”  Logoth replied confidently.

“Your father couldn’t find shit in a chamber pot if he stuck his head in to look!  He-” The orc paused as he saw the younger orc freeze and blanch as the blood drained from his green face.  He slowly turned around and recoiled as he saw Agmar coming up behind him. “Sir Agmar, I-”

Agmar’s fist struck like lightning, smashing the orc across the jaw and sending him tumbling to the ground.  The warrior quickly threw himself up again until Agmar kicked him in the ribs and sent him rolling over.  He then dove atop the other orc and began smashing his fist into the orc’s face again and again.

The orc’s jaw, and tusk, snapped and flew across the center of the village as Agmar beat him senseless.  Finally seeing that he had fallen unconscious, Agmar rose off the beaten warrior.  “Anyone else want to complain?  We’ve known all along they would run to the hills like cowards.  We’ll find them, and you’ll get what you were promised.  Sheep, goats, cattle, and pastures for all of them.  Women-” He stopped short as something occurred to him.  All the women were gone, except one.  “Bring me the prisoners.” He ordered Logoth, who quickly rode off to obey.

Fifteen minutes later he was back, leading chained captives from the battle to the center of town.  Almost a score of humans had been taken prisoner after the battle in the woods.  Agmar had been tempted to kill them, but ultimately decided that he would need the physical labor, as well as people who knew the animals and area in order to train his own people.

After they were lined up, the redhead, whose name he learned was Rosalind, was also brought before him in chains.  “All the women in the village are gone; fled.  Except for you, who picked up a spear and fought us in battle.  Why?  Who are you to them?  Some kind of leader?  A shaman?”

Rosalind only glared at him defiantly, so he turned towards the other prisoners.  “Well?  Who is she to you?”  He picked out one prisoner with a particularly nasty gash across his arm and gouged his finger in the bloody wound, making the human scream.  “Who is she?  No answer?”

Agmar looked around at the assembled humans, who either looked away in fear or whose eyes tried to melt him with their fury.  Even the wounded prisoner wouldn’t answer him.  The Catabrians were apparently made of stern stuff, but he wasn’t finished yet.  “Let’s see if I can find a way to loosen your tongues.”

Agmar grabbed the chain around Rosalind’s neck and yanked her towards one of the hitching posts in the village for livestock.  The prisoners grumbled and started to rise up, but the orcs guarding them quickly knocked them back into place.

He chained her to the post, and then grabbed a bullwhip and uncoiled the leather.  “Let me know when you’re ready to talk.  You can stop it at any time; you just have to tell me who or what she is.”  A familiar flush began to creep through him as he stood behind her and examined her bound form from behind.  She was prettily made, and it would be great fun to play with her.

“Crack!”  He snapped the whip in the air, making her flinch and fanning the growing flames inside him.  He could feel her tenseness and her fear.  He snapped it again on the other side.  “Last chance…” but before even giving her a chance to answer he whipped her hard across the back, tearing her blouse and providing the first glimpse of her creamy flesh, which already began to turn into a bright red welt.

When he still received no answer he whipped her again, and then again.  Each time the vicious crack of the whip was met with a raucous cheer from the orcs and fiery hatred from the Catabrians.  Despite Rosalind’s shrill cries, she refused to give in and tell him what he wanted.  Indeed, from the stony looks she was giving the men it seemed like she was imploring them to say nothing.

She must be some kind of leader then, if she can command their silence.  No matter, I’ll get to the bottom of it, he thought.  As he continued to whip the redhead her shirt began to tear away at the back.  Long red marks criss-crossed her back as the tattered garment fell away to expose her flesh.

Still nothing he thought.  But rather than growing frustrated he grew even more interested and aroused at the thought of breaking her.  Maybe humiliation will succeed where force failed. He stepped up to her and pressed his face against her bare back, feeling the heat emanating from the wounds.  He dug his tusks into one of the marks and nuzzled up the length, making her hiss in pain.

“Perhaps your men need a better look at you, so they can see for themselves what you’re experiencing.”  He grabbed her shirt and tore it down, exposing her breasts.  He stifled his own intake of breath as he watched Rosalind blush.  Many of the prisoners looked away, but of course some stole looks at her naked body.  In the end though, gradually all the men turned back to see what was happening to her.

“Do you think they like what they see?  How many of them have fantasized about you before, I wonder?”  Agmar whispered into Rosalind’s ear.  He pressed his chest into her back and ran his hands up her body to cup her breasts, squeezing and massaging them.”

“Hey!  Let her go!” One of the prisoners shouted, before being silenced by the butt of a spear to his stomach.

He felt Rosalind wince against his body.  Interesting.  She cares for the men, then.  Maybe I can use that, he thought.  Agmar ran his fingers up to her nipples and pinched them, then twisted the nubs and pulled them away from her body.  “This doesn’t have to go any further.  You don’t need to be humiliated in front of your men.  Just tell me who you are to them.”

“Ah!  Nnng! Go to the Abyss!” Rosalind hissed at him.

Agmar only grinned in satisfaction at the answer.  He stepped to her front and slightly to the side, ensuring that the prisoners still had a good view of the show.  He brought the whip back and lashed it forward, striking Rosalind across the chest.  The corded leather cracked against her naked flesh making her cry out in pain.

Another blow left a second welt across her tits, and then a third.  Agmar whipped her again and again, making her dance for him and causing her breasts to bounce wildly as they became inflamed and was glowing a hot red.  As beads of sweat began to form on his head from the exertion he took a step back to admire his handiwork.

A half dozen long red welts extended from her shoulders to her navel, crossing her breasts, or sometimes in between them.  Rosalind herself was rocking back and forth unsteadily, struggling to stay on her feet.  Her red hair was soaked with sweat and clinging to her face as she breathed raggedly while reeling from the pain.

“Still nothing to say?  Any of you?  Very well, I can’t say I blame you.  You obviously want to see more of your wench, and I’m happy to oblige.”  Still grinning, Agmar approached Rosalind again and ripped open her pants, and then yanked them down to her ankles.  He pulled off her boots, and then tore the pants off the rest of the way, leaving her fully naked to the delight of the other orcs. 

Agmar pressed his nose into the scarlet thicket between her legs and took a deep breath of her scent as he prodded her labia with his tusks.  Her maiden’s blood still stained her milky thighs from her earlier violation, a fact which he promptly shared with her men by moving behind her and spreading her thighs.  “Take a good look.  How long has it been since some of you had seen her naked like this?  A good while I’d guess, since she was still a virgin when I took her.  Hah!  A virgin beauty at her age?  What’s the matter with you lot anyway, aren’t you real men?  Was she some sort of priestess?  Tell me, or this is just going to keep going on and on and on…”

Agmar gave the prisoners a moment to answer, but to his amazement they still remained silent.  Stubborn curs.  Slowly an idea began to form in his mind.  He wanted their cooperation, but he didn’t need it.  Maybe it would work out even better this way.  “Well, if you don’t want to talk, then maybe I’m better off getting rid of her.  She’s just a cunt, and there will be plenty more where she came from.  Kovos!  Rope!”

The young squire came running over with a length of rope, which Agmar fastened into a noose and looped it around Rosalind’s neck.

“What are you-No!  Let go!”  With her hands still tied, Rosalind didn’t have much capacity to resist.  Still, she tried to knee and kick Agmar as she struggled to get away, but her blows proved ineffectual to the burly orc.

As Agmar dragged Rosalind over to a nearby post the prisoners rose to their feet and started shouting.  The orc guards pressed in from all sides, condensing the group down and keeping them penned together so they could only watch in horror as Agmar strung Rosalind up.  His biceps bulged out as he pulled on the rope and lifted the struggling woman into the air before tying the base off.

Rosalind choked and struggled to breath as she kicked her feet in the air.  She wrestled at the rope binding her wrists, but couldn’t work them free to relieve the pressure around her throat.  Her lungs began to burn as she fought to breathe.

“What about now? Does anyone have anything to say?”  He didn’t think they would, but that was fine.  Agmar took a moment longer to admire the sight of her naked body flailing as her pale face started to color blue.  “Ah, who am I kidding?  I can’t let such a beauty go to waste.”  Agmar grabbed a bow and arrow from one of the guards and with barely taking a moment to aim let it fly.  The head of the arrow shot through the rope, severing it in two and causing Rosalind to collapse to the ground, hacking and coughing for breath.

Agmar walked over to Rosalind and bent low to whisper in her ear.  “I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now, and you better make me believe you’re loving every inch of my fat orc dick or all of your men will be swinging instead of you.”

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over towards the prisoners as Rosalind was still struggling to breathe after nearly being strangled.  He threw her down on all fours so she had to face her men.  They began to fight and struggle again, but they were outnumbered and outmatched by their orc guards.

“I don’t know why any of you lot haven’t taken this bitch before, but I’m gonna show you what she does to me, and what I’m gonna do to her.  This little semen demon should have been bred long ago, but if none of you were man enough to do it I guess I’ll just have to step up to the job!”

The sight of Rosalind’s naked, bruised, whipped body shaking on the ground at his feet made his already hard dick throb.  He quickly whipped it out and lined it up between her legs.  His large gray hand groped her tit and then stroked her bare shoulder, before giving her neck a warning squeeze.  

“This is what you want, isn’t it?  This is what you wanted all along?”

Rosalind whimpered softly to herself as she felt the heavy dick resting on her ass cheeks while his beefy hand closed around the back of her neck.  She looked up with pleading eyes to the men of her tribe, even though she knew they were powerless to save her.  Finally, she rasped out in a scratchy voice, “Yes, I want your big fat orc dick.  Give it to me, please!”  She flushed with shame, but she didn’t have a choice.  It was either sacrifice her pride and give in or watch them all die.

The mixed looks of disgust and pity struck her to her soul.  She tried to put on a brave face in order to hold up her end of the bargain to keep her face, but she couldn’t stop a look of revulsion as the orc’s monstrous cock lined up with her slit.

“You human sluts are all the same.  One taste of orc dick will turn even the most chaste maidens into a wanton whore.”  Agmar reached between her legs and spread her nether lips, and then shoved his thick shaft deep into her folds.  He grinned in satisfaction as she gave an exaggerated moan in response.  “And that’s what you are now, right?  A wanton whore?”

“Ah, yeah, I’m a w-whore for you!  Fuck me please!”  Rosalind shuddered as she felt that massive log lodged inside her body begin to move.  Each time the orc drew back his hips she slid on the ground, only to be thrown forward when he slammed into her again.  “Ow!”

She winced in pain as Agmar pulled her hair back, forcing her to look up at the captives.  She forced a smile onto her lips as she gently rocked her hips.  Agmar’s powerful thrusts did most of the work though, making her breasts bounce wildly and causing resounding smacks as his hips impacted her round backside.

“Heh, don’t get too anxious,” Agmar looked up at the prisoners and gave them a monstrous grin, “we have all the time in the world.  This is your principal purpose in life now, from today until you’re too old and dried up to give me any more children.”  He laughed and began thrusting harder, slamming painfully into her as he stabbed her with his dick again and again.

Agmar reached beneath her thighs and scooped her up as he stood.  He held her aloft, still impaled on his cock, with her legs spread and her tits hanging out in full view of the prisoners.  They continued to glare and grumble angrily as they were forced to watch Rosalind get fucked.  He made sure every lurid detail of his thick green cock was clearly visible to them as he lifted her up and down on his rod.

“Ah!  Mmm! Oh! Ah ah!”  Rosalind did her best whorish moans, imitating the throaty guttural sounds she overhead late at night in the village.  Her feet kicked out and she leaned back into the orc’s muscular body as she gyrated her hips, riding the wide girth of his shaft as it twisted inside her.

“That’s it you dirty slut.  Beg me for an orc whelp.  Beg to be bred by me!”  Agmar began to move Rosalind in a blur, hauling her up and down rapidly as he thrust upward, skewering her with his dick again and again.  He could feel his cum broiling up to the surface, ready to flood her womb once again with his virile seed.

Her face flushed scarlet as she saw the looks of shock and disgust on her people’s face.  But she also knew that if she didn’t do it, they’d all be killed, so she cried out, “Yes!  Put a baby in me!  Give me an orc child!  Breed me Master please!”  She tossed her head back and wailed as she felt Agmar’s cock pulse and begin depositing a burning hot load inside her.  Cum shot out of his rod, splattering her inner walls and painting the roof her sex as he emptied himself inside her.

When he was done, Agmar lifted her off his cock and set her down on the ground on her back.  He left her legs spread, so that everyone could see her gaping quim as it leaked his seed.  He stood over her, cock still hanging freely as it dripped the last of his cum down onto her face and breasts.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “since I have this bitch, I don’t really need all these prisoners anyway.”

Rosalind’s heart seized in her chest.  Oh no, she thought, he’s going to kill them anyway.

“What, with the extra mouths to feed and the constant threat of rebellion.  No, we don’t need them.  So,” Agmar paused, letting the tension build and draw out, “let them go.  All of them.  Get them out of my sight!”

The guards looked shocked and hesitated to obey, but a glare from Agmar had them spurred them into action. 

When they were gone, Bogor and Logoth approached him.  “Are you sure that’s wise?  They know our numbers, and our disposition.  And they’d make good laborers; besides, they’ll be out for blood after seeing what you just did.”  Bogor asked.

“Yes, they’re all suitably outraged now.”

“Ah.”  Bogor smiled, understanding.

“I don’t get it,” Logoth said, “We want outraged insurgents to be a constant thorn in our side?”

Agmar grunted in frustration.  “No, we want outraged tribesman who are going to run and tell the survivors exactly what is happening to their special woman.  That will bring them all out of hiding, and we’ll be ready.  Bogor, gather a team of scouts.  Tell them to follow them back to their Tribe’s hiding place, but don’t engage.  Have them mark the location and wait for the rest of the army to arrive.  Then we’ll bring these savages to heel.”

****

“To arms To arms!  We’re under attack!”

Voices cry out in the dark, rousing Agmar from his sleep.  Quickly banishing the drowsiness from his mind he leapt to his feet.  He had fallen asleep in his armor, so all he needed to do was grab his hammer, shield, and helm and he was ready to respond.  As he rushed out of the hut he claimed as his own he was joined by his sons.

“The Catabrians are attacking the camp!  They’re coming in from the south and east!” Bogor reported.

“We should ride out from the north and cut them off!”  Logoth interjected with excitement.  “We can finish them off once and for all!”

Agmar shook his head.  “The attack is a distraction.  They’re here for the girl.  Bogor, you rally the men and blunt the attack.  When they break off, pursue.  Don’t lose them for anything!  Keep going until you link up with the scouts that were following the prisoners.  They should have been able to see where the attack came from.  Then hit them hard and let no one escape!”

“Yes father, at once!”  Bogor saluted and ran off to join the fight, leaving Agmar with Logoth.

“What about me?” Logoth asked impatiently.

“We’re going to go kill whoever thinks they can rescue the girl.” Agmar stepped off without waiting for a response, headed towards the hut he confined the redheaded slut in.  He loped through the small village, hugging the walls of the huts and ducking around corners in shadows.   The sounds of battle were waiting for them as they arrived at the hut.

Fortunately Agmar had the foresight to reinforce the hut, and his orcs were locked in combat with the raiding party.  Agmar slipped behind one and brought his hammer down at the base of the man’s neck, shattering his vertebrae and making him drop like a puppet whose strings were cut.

“Behind us!  They’re coming up behind us!” 

Agmar smiled grimly at the panic in their voices.  One of the humans turned to confront him as he and Logoth closed in.  The Catabrian swung his axe, which Agmar blocked with his shield.  He ignored the splinters that exploded through the air from the impact and countered with a swing of his hammer.

The human leaned back out of the way, but Agmar quickly followed up on the attack with another swing, while pressing forward with the advantage.  He forced the Catabrian to step backward by keeping up the pressure, though he resorted to jabs and shield bashes in an effort to conserve his strength.  This fight was just beginning and he didn’t want to get too exhausted too quickly.

As Agmar let up the pressure the human was able to regain his footing.  He planted his feet and blocked a jab with his shield, and then swung forward with the axe.  Agmar deflected it, and then grinned in satisfaction as blood splattered across his shield.  The long blade of a sword protruding from the Catabrians chest quickly pulled back out of him again.  Agmar nodded to the orc defending the hut that he had deliberately herded the human too.

He didn’t have time to revel in the victory as he was quickly beset on both sides.  The Catabrian with the spear was easy to block with his shield, the deep gouges in the wood notwithstanding.  His other opponent was wielding a sword and shield, and even managed to find a chain hauberk to wear.  The human pushed him hard, forcing him to try and fend off the sword with his hammer.

The two Catabrians worked in tandem. As Agmar fended off the sword wielding Catabrian, the one with the spear suddenly struck low, scoring a glancing blow that opened a cut across his thigh.  Agmar grunted in pain and clenched his teeth as he fought through the discomfort and the urge to drop to the ground. 

As the two warriors came in again, Agmar sensed an opportunity and changed his tactics.  When the swordsman slashed at him he met it with a heavy back handed swing from his hammer.  A thunderous cracking ripped through the night as the end of the blade snapped in half.  So great was the force of the blow that the hilt was torn out of the Catabrians hand and the broken shard went flying through the air.

The other Catabrian saw his friend’s distress and tried to come to his aid, but Agmar was ready.  He closed the distance and rammed into him with his shield.  Using his greater size and strength Agmar rolled over the barbarian and knocked him to the ground.  A quick, vicious stomp shattered his jaw and left him stunned on the floor.

The armored Catabrian smashed his shield into Agmar’s back, sending the burly orc to the ground.  The orc fell into the bloody earth with a grunt, but quickly rolled over onto his back.  As the human brought the shield down with both hands Agmar swung his own shield around to absorb the blow.  

The shock of the impact made his teeth rattle and shook his arm to the bone, but he held steady.

As the Catabrian raised the shield to strike again Agmar kicked out at the human’s knee, forcing him back.  He quickly followed up with a hammer blow to the barbarian warrior’s foot.  The orc was rewared with the sound of multiple bones shattering and an ear splitting scream from the warrior. 

As he hobbled back, Agmar leapt to his feet and struck with his hammer again.  The head of the hammer smashed into the chain shirt, sending shockwaves through the metal that cracked the Catbarian’s ribs and caused his heart to miss a beat.  The human fell to the ground and Agmar was on him in an instant.  The orc’s hammer came down again, this time collapsing the barbarian’s face into a mess of blood, bones, and brain.  Agmar rose off the ground and walked to his other defeated opponent and smashed his skull as well, before looking for another enemy to kill.

Meanwhile Logoth was locked in a fight of his own.  A burly Catabrian with a shepherd’s crook was squared off against him, using his superior reach to maintain the initiative against the orc.  The Catabrians frame rippled as he swung powerful blows towards Logoth.

“Hah!  Is that the best you have?  You should go back to tending flock.  But I’ll tell you what, after we crush your people I’ll let you tend mine for me?”  Logoth laughed and ducked as the crook sliced through the air above his head.  He could feel the breeze on the back of his neck as he charged forward, thrusting forward with his sword.

The Catabrian jumped back, but not before the blade nicked his thigh.  He grunted in a mixture of pain and frustration as he brought the crook down again trying to smash in Logoth’s skull. 

The orc raised his shield to absorb the blow.  A long crack formed down the length as the heavy weight of the cudgel smashed into the wood.  Logoth lunged forward again, this time angling upward with the blow.  The tip sunk into the Catabrian’s stomach and then beneath his rib cage.  Logoth gave it a vicious twist and then yanked it back.

The Catabrian gurgled, his eyes widening in surprise as his intestines poured out from the wound.  A foul stench filled the air as his guts piled on the floor.  He joined them on the ground a moment later as the life disappeared from his eyes.

Logoth spun around on his heel, bringing his shield around to block a hammer blow.  His other hand slashed forward, moving as fast as a whip as he slashed the hand of his assailant.  The human cried out and dropped the hammer, but before Logoth could follow up he was attacked again. “Heh, too slow.”

This time a spearman charged forward, thrusting the weapon towards Logoth’s back.  The orc deftly spun to the side and bashed him across the back with the shield, sending him flying.  The crack widened as the wood splintered further.  Both halves dangled uselessly from the wooden frame, almost ready to completely fall apart.  “Better, but still too slow.”

Logoth took a brief moment to take stock of the battle.  Human and orc corpses littered the battlefield, but it was clear the orcs were gaining the upper hand.  Only a small handful of them remained and they were quickly being penned in by the surviving orcs.

The two humans he was facing reformed and Logoth turned his attention back to them.  The first was now wielding the hammer in his off hand, and Logoth didn’t think he would prove much of a threat.  The other was more dangerous, especially if he worked in tandem with the hammer wielder.  The two Catabrians began to fan out around him and he knew he had to move quickly. 

“Going to try again, huh?  I hope you’re better prepared this time.”

He threw the remnants of the shield at the spearman and turned to charge the wounded human.  Logoth was able to close the distance quickly enough to check the hammer stroke, and then smashed his forehead into the human’s nose.  As he reeled back Logoth ran him through with the sword.

The Catabrian only had one chance to take the orc and this was it.  He ran up behind Logoth and tried to stab him through the back.   Logoth released his sword and grabbed the hammer from the dead Catabrian and spun again, swinging it backhanded.  It landed with a satisfying thud as he shattered the human’s eye socket and driving the splintered fragments of his skull into his brain. 

Logoth looked down and watched blood drip down from the hammer.  “Not bad, but I think I’ll stick with a sword.”  He turned to retrieve his blade just in time to see it coming down in a tight arc.  Fortunately, the pain didn’t even last a second.

When the last human was dead Agmar moved towards the hut where Rosalind was being kept. 

“Sir Agmar, Sir Agmar!”  One of the defenders ran up to him.  “I’m sorry, Sir, Logoth was killed in the fight.”

“Damn, that’s too bad.  Alright, you come with me then.  We need to make sure no one snuck in while we were fighting.”  Agmar suppressed his annoyance at having to go into potentially close quarters combat with an unknown fighting partner.  Hopefully Bogor would return soon to fight at his side.

Inside the hut, a small figure dressed all in black was desperately trying to free Rosalind from the many and intricate knots binding her body.  Damn fools didn’t even leave one behind to guard her, he thought in annoyance.

Agmar’s nose twitched as he caught a feminine scent.  “Well now, what do we have here?”   The small figure looked up in surprise and ran for the knife, but Agmar intercepted her easily.  “Another little bitch come to play with me?  Maybe this night won’t be a total loss after all!”

“Leave her alone!” Rosalind screamed, but she was still hogtied with additional ropes coming off her limbs, torso, and neck to various posts in the ground. 

Agmar gripped the hood and ripped it off, revealing a mess of copper curls.  “Well aren’t you a pretty little lass?  I don’t suppose you want to talk to me,” Agmar looked over to Rosalind, “or do we have to go through all that again, except with her this time?”

Rosalind closed her eyes and hung her head.  She couldn’t make Melinda go through everything she had, even if she knew Agmar was still going to have his way with her.  But maybe at least she could spare her some of the physical torture.  “No, no don’t.  I’ll tell you.”

“Rosalind, no!”  Melinda cried out, though her protest was quickly cut off as Agmar stuffed the hood in her mouth.

“Well?  Who is she?”  Agmar persisted.

“My niece; she’s my niece, Melinda.”  She whispered out.

“Your niece? Hah!”  Agmar belched out a throaty laugh.  “This will be fun.  Incest is a game the whole family can play.”  He carried Melinda over towards Rosalind as he began pulling and tearing at her clothes.

“Hey!  Let go!”  Melinda glared angrily and began beating her fists against Agmar, but the orc ignored the feeble attacks.

“What?  Oh no, you can’t possibly mean to-”

“Oh yes I can.”  Agmar replied with a grin.  He positioned Melinda behind Rosalind.  The older woman was still on the floor, with her legs spread and feet pulled back.  He adjusted the bindings, opening up a little more space.  He then grabbed the back of Melinda’s neck and pushed her violently into Rosalind’s ass.  “Be a good girl now and give Auntie a kiss!”

“Mmmmph!”  Melinda released a muffled scream as her face was buried between Rosalind’s round ass cheeks.

“Ah!” Rosalind gasped as she felt Mel’s soft lips press against her bottom as the young woman’s face was mashed into her rear.  She flushed in shame as her body actually enjoyed the feeling, before her guilt intervened and overpowered the lust.

“Kiss it!”  Agmar barked, squeezing tighter.  His other hand quickly stripped Mel below the waist, and then slapped between her legs to pinch and paw at her pussy lips.  “Lick it!” He commanded again, this time pushing aside her clitoral hood to pinch and squeeze her pleasure nub directly.

Melinda squealed in pain from the abuse, a sound which sent daggers through Rosalind’s heart.

“It’s ok Mel, just do it, don’t make him force you.”  She didn’t know whether to feel like a traitor or a slut for encouraging her niece.  We just have to get through this, she thought, we just have to last until we can escape.  It isn’t us, he’s making us.

As Melinda’s hot tongue began to stroke between her ass cheeks Rosalind couldn’t help but doubt her convictions.  She looked so much like her mother, and that image kept on intruding in her mind as she felt the wet muscle lapping at her backside.  Despite herself, she found it arousing to fantasize about Sarah despite that fact that it was her niece being forced into the incestual act by a brutish orc.

“That’s it, good girl.  Just keep doing what I say and everything will be fine.”  He continued to roughly paw between Mel’s legs as he released her neck and moved to free his cock.  The twisted green dick was already hard.  His member was throbbing and ready to plunge inside his newest captive.

The younger woman was more attractive than the older one, and had an innocence he looked forward to crushing.  Still, Rosalind still had some embers of defiance that needed to be snuffed out.  He didn’t take her sudden compliance for anything other than a momentary weakness.  Agmar knew she would be looking for some other way to resist.

“There will be time enough for both of you, but for right now I need to break in little Mellie.  I need to claim her as mine or every orc in camp will be competing to crawl up your cunt.”  Agmar stuck two fingers from each hand into Mel’s pussy and slid them deep enough to pry her sex open.  But he was surprised when they struck a barrier inside her.  “By the Abyss, another virgin?  Hah!  What is wrong with the men of this tribe!  Don’t they know how to fuck a woman!”

Rosalind’s heart clenched as she heard Agmar’s crude words.  If only she hadn’t been so stern and overbearing Melinda could have been with Cuthbert for her first time.  Now she was going to be raped just like she had been; claimed and ravished by an ugly, cruel orc.  She winced as she felt the moment Agmar entered her niece.  She could feel Mel’s face press tighter in her backside, and hear her whimper of pain as her maidenhead was pierced.

“Nnnnh!”  Melinda groaned in pain as she felt the thick cock slide deep inside her body.  Agmar hadn’t even removed his fingers, so her poor pussy was stretched beyond imagination.  She tried to think of Cuthbert, hoping he’d forgive her and wishing it was him with her now.   But the pain and humiliation was too much, especially with her face buried in her Aunt’s rear end.

Her tongue had kept moving on its own, gently lapping up and down between the crevice of Ros’ ass.  But as the cock pushed inside her she found her face and mouth sliding deeper.  Soon her tongue was bathing her Aunt’s little hole, tracing the puckered rosebud and even starting to push gently inside.

“Mmm!” Rosalind couldn’t help but moan as she felt the tongue push against her backside.  She knew she was getting wet despite her shame.  It just felt too good, and was hitting too close to home with her personal fantasies.  May Sarah forgive me.

“Oh fuck you’re a tight little bitch.  I thought your Auntie was tight, but you’re something else all together.  I’m going to have to savor this cunt.  One like this doesn’t come along every day!”  Agmar grunted and began moving his dick in and out.  Each time he thrust he made sure to mash her face into Rosalind’s ass a little deeper.

The vice-like cunt around his cock felt incredible, and he couldn’t help but start to move faster to increase his pleasure.  As he began to fuck the young woman, his gaze drifted from her bare ass up to the copper locks atop her head.  They obscured the sight of her tongue creeping up Ros’ ass, so he reached down to grab her hair in his fist and pull it out of the way.

Tears welled up in Mel’s eyes as she felt the orc begin to move faster.  Her sex felt like it was on fire, and her tongue ached from constantly fluttering against Rosalind’s ass.  When will this end!

Although she hadn’t been with him for very long, Rosalind had enough experience with Agmar’s brutal rapes to get a sense for when his climax was approaching.  As she felt Melinda’s face start to slap against her butt from the force and tempo of Agmar’s thrusts she knew he was approaching climax.  She was grateful that he was almost done, and hopeful that this time he’d have only a single climax to him.

Agmar continued to thrust, going faster and faster until the stimulation finally proved to be too much.  “Here it comes, another orc baby for the tribe.  Heh, what do you call brothers who are also cousins anyway?”  Agmar began to laugh even as the cum launched out of the slanted tip of his dick.  It poured inside Mel, filling her no-longer-virginal passageway with his sticky seed.

His cock pulsed a few more times as the last of his seed dripped out.  Agmar kept his cock plugged inside her a moment as he massaged her ass and watched her collapse, sobbing, atop her Aunt.  “Oh it’s too soon for that.  I don’t think I’m done yet.”  Agmar slid his still hard cock out and then scooped Melinda up in his arms.  He dragged her over to Rosalind’s front and plopped her down in front of her Aunt.  “I’ll tell you what, I’ll do you both a favor.  Suck my cum out of her quim and maybe she won’t get pregnant.  Well, this time at least.  Hah!”

The sight of Melinda’s gaping, cum covered slit both disgusted and aroused her.  She felt an overwhelming need to lick it, even despite her shame.  But Agmar’s words provided the excuse she needed, an excuse her mind rapidly worked to justify giving in to her desire.  She slowly lowered her face to her niece’s beautiful pussy and began to lick.

The taste of the cum was just as awful as she remembered, but the more she licked the more she tasted the pussy beneath it.  The taste only encouraged her, and soon she was plunging her tongue deep inside the younger woman, exploring her folds and the taste of her sex.

I’m really doing it, she realized with wonder, I’m actually licking another woman’s sex!

Melinda winced as her sensitive, abused pussy was licked by her Aunt.  But after a moment it actually started to feel soothing.  The gentle brush of the tongue was a welcome change to the orc’s rough treatment, and the longer it continued the more she actually began to enjoy the sensation.

Agmar couldn’t let that continue though, at least not unaccompanied by some pain and discomfort.  As he repositioned himself behind Rosalind, he yelled at the orc who followed him into the hut.  "Hey, you, get over here and shove your dick down her throat.”  He laughed as the orc obediently ran over.  “And I mean in her throat, I want her choking on it.”

“Yes Sir!”  The orc exclaimed as he freed his dick.  He quickly grabbed Mel’s jaw to pry her mouth open and shoved his dick deep inside.

The sound of Mel choking on the orc dick affirmed his hardness, and he quickly pushed it inside Rosalind’s pussy.  “Hah, by the Abyss this is the wettest I’ve ever felt you!  What’s gotten you so hot, having your niece lick out your ass, or tonguing her cum filled cunt?”  He laughed again and began to fuck her properly.  “No need to answer now, I can see you’re a little busy.  Besides, we have the rest of your lives to figure that out!”

Her ears burned and she knew her pale skin must be as red as her hair.  Even worse, with her pussy properly wet and lost in the hotness of being with another woman she found she was even enjoying the sensation of the cock plunging in and out of her pussy.  I guess I’m finally getting used to it.  The more he thrust, the more eagerly she licked and sucked the cum out of her niece’s sex.  I have to get her clean, she thought, I have to focus on that.

“Agghk!  Glllk!  Mmmphllg!”  Melinda struggled to breath as the cock pushed in and out of her throat.  Each time it did she felt like she was going to throw up.  The panic of feeling strangled clashed with the pleasant feeling of Aunt Rosalind’s tongue between her legs.  She hadn’t any idea that such a thing was possible, or that it would feel so good.  The more it continued the more she feared she would climax even while her throat was being fucked.

“Here it comes, I’m just going to keep giving you load after load until you’re fat with my kid!”  Agmar grinned in satisfaction as he felt her cunt spasm around his dick. Knowing she climaxed pushed him over the edge, and soon he too was cumming again and filling her womb with another batch of his seed.  “Make sure you cum on her face!” He quickly barked out to the other orc.  Apparently the redhead has a thing for her niece, or at least for women.  I can use that.

The orc grunted in pleasure, but combined with Agmar’s order.  He pulled his dick out and jacked it furiously, and seconds later he started shooting his load all over the young woman’s face.  Globs of semen splattered across her cheeks, eyes, nose, mouth, and chin.  It tangled in her hair and even shot into her ear as he bathed her face in his seed.

Melinda shuddered as her own orgasm exploded.  The relief from having her throat spared allowed her to climax even under the shame of having her face painted with orc cum.    She cried out as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body.  By the time she recovered, the orc was gone again and Agmar was crouching beside her once more.

Agmar quickly cut Rosalind free, and then pulled her up so she was face to face with Melinda.  “I want you to look your niece in the eyes.  Make eye contact, and keep it while you lick every last drop of cum off of her face.  I want her to be sparkling by the time you’re done.”

Rosalind shuddered at the intimacy he was demanding.  She had been able to pretend it was Sarah earlier, but now that she was looking at Mel in the eyes there was no avoiding it.  Her niece had licked her ass, she had ate out her niece’s pussy.  Tears began to well in her eyes again as she extended her tongue and started to lick Mel’s face clean.

“Sir Agmar!”  Bogor shouted as he entered the hut.  He looked tired and worn from fighting and riding hard.  “We found them, and we won.  We captured all their women, children, and livestock!  This tribe, at least, is ours!”

A sinister grin crossed Agmar’s lips as Rosalind and Melinda burst into tears.  Now the real fun can begin.

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Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch. 1

Here is the first chapter of the short story, Orc Dominion: Conquest!  Please let me know what you think of it in the comments.  It will hopefully be up on Literotica soon, and when it does I'll post a link here.  Please vote for it if you get a chance!  Enjoy!

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“We shouldn’t be doing this” Sarah whispered.

“I know,” Rosalind murmured back as she brushed through Sarah’s long dark hair, “we should stop.”

“Mmm” Sarah moaned as she pulled Rosalind into a kiss.  Her hands wandered over Rosalind’s tight body, touching everywhere, exploring everything.

Ros responded in kind, eagerly sliding her hands underneath Sarah’s coarse, cotton shirt.  Somehow the feeling of her warm skin sent a chill through her.  As the tips of her fingers stroked up to the curve of Sarah’s tits the heat almost burned her fingertips.  She shivered in excitement as she felt the soft flesh dimply beneath her fingertips.

Long, slender fingers squeezed her as Sarah rubbed her bottom.  Sarah seemed to get more excited as Rosalind caressed her tits, and she groped Ros even more feverishly.  She tremulously moved her hands up just enough to pull back the waist of Ros’ pants and slide them inside.

Rosalind pushed her ass back and grinded against Sarah’s hands.  She pressed herself closer, continuing to kiss and nibble at the other woman’s lips.  She could feel herself growing moist as a torrent of pent up lust cascaded from her body.

“We should stop; if Garic were here…” Sarah’s protest was cut off by Rosalind as she lifted the woman’s shirt over her head, baring her breasts for the other woman.

“But he’s not.  My brother’s been gone so long.  Please, let me take care of you…” Rosalind cooed sweetly as she pulled off her own tunic, and then pressed her naked tits against Sarah’s.  The feeling of another woman’s breasts pushed against her own sent a thrill through her.  “I can see how lonely you’ve been.”

It was true, she was sure.  Sarah’s husband, her brother, was gone, leaving her all alone.  It was Rosalind’s duty to care for her, she told herself.  The justification and excuses soothed Ros’ conscience as she stroked Sarah’s waist and hips, gradually loosening and opening her pants up to give her fingers even more access.

A smile crossed her lips as she felt Sarah tense and hold her breath.  Ros’ heart began to beat faster in anticipation as she slid her fingers down the front of her sister-in-law’s pants.  This was a first for both of them.  Excitement gripped her as she felt her fingers brush through another woman’s pubic hair, and then touch the dampness of her slit for the first time.

She was doing it!  She was actually doing!  She was fingering Sarah’s pussy.  Once the barrier of the taboo had been crossed, the last of Ros’ inhibitions slipped away.  She pressed her fingertips more assertively against Sarah’s folds, brushing aside her labia to caress the sensitive flesh beneath.  “Oh, you’re so wet for me Sarah.  I knew you wanted this just as much as I did.”

“Mmm…yes, yes Ros.  I want it, I’ve wanted it for a long time…” Sarah murmured as she pushed Ros’ pants down as well.  Soft tremors of excitement ran through her as she felt the other woman’s fingers explore her most intimate spot.  Each brush of the pads of her fingers made her chest swell and urged her to jut her hips forward to more fully ride Ros’ hand.

Their lips touched again, but this time Rosalind eagerly plunged her tongue into Sarah’s mouth.  It danced with hers, the two intertwining even more than their bodies were already rubbing and pressing together.  She felt Sarah’s bare thigh pressing against her legs, so she opened them up eagerly.  Ros mounted Sarah’s thigh and began sliding her wet slit up and down, humping it wantonly as her fingers spread Sarah’s petals.  She rubbed the slick, pink inner folds, and then ran her fingertips up to the her love button.  She began to circle and caress Sarah’s clit, rolling the nub beneath the pads of her fingers until her sister-in-law began to melt beneath her.

“Ah!  Ros!  Oh Ros!”  Sarah cried out as she bucked her hips into her husband’s sister.  She eagerly rode the rising crest of pleasure.  Sarah tightly grabbed Ros’ ass and pulled it against her thigh, helping her mount and hump her leg.

“Yes, that’s it Sarah, do it.  Let it go, cum for me!”  Ros whispered into Sarah’s ear passionately as her hand became a blur between Sarah’s legs.  She was rewarded a moment later as Sarah jerked back and cried out in pleasure.  Warm, sticky fluid coated Ros’ fingers as she continued to work Sarah through the climax.  

When Sarah could finally take no more Ros eased up on her and gently guided her down onto the floor.  She lowered her face to Sarah’s tits to kiss and nip at her hard nipples, tracing them with her tongue and gently pressing her teeth into the soft flesh.

“Ah, oh Ros, that’s so good.  Mmm…I didn’t know it could be like this.”  Sarah continued to move her hips, idly pushing up into the air as she trembled in the aftermath of her climax.

“I’m not done with you yet, love.”  Rosalind dragged her lips down to Sarah’s navel, planting soft kisses on her burning skin as she went.  The descent didn’t stop there, however.  She continued to move south, getting more excited and passionate as she went.  Sarah’s thick, erotic scent began to permeate as Ros dipped below the waistline and down the pelvis.

“Ros, what are you, oh!”  Sarah convulsed in pleasure as Rosalind’s tongue found her drenched pussy.  The feeling of that soft, yet strong tongue flicking, lapping, and licking against her sensitive flesh made her curl and cry out in delight.

Rosalind delight in the taste of Sarah’s pussy, and reveled in the power that making Sarah cavort beneath her made her feel.  She eagerly thrust her tongue deep inside Sarah’s slit, and thrashed it around.  She rubbed the inner walls and scooped out her juices and girlish cum as she feasted on her sister-in-law’s sex.

Sarah thrashed wildly, bucking her hips up in pleasure.  She reached down to claw at Rosalind’s hair, gripping the back of her head tightly to hold her in place, not wanting to miss a single moment of that ecstatic pleasure.  Each brush from the tip of the tongue was like a lightning strike flashing through her body.

The wet sound of Ros’ tongue smacking against Sarah’s juicy folds filled the room.  Ros moved her hands down the joint between Sarah’s thighs and hips, stroking the strip of flesh.  She could feel her own arousal building, but she held it back.  She wanted to drown Sarah in pleasure, to seduce her with orgasmic bliss before indulging in her own wanton needs.

She continued to assault Sarah’s senses.  Rosalind dipped her tongue deep into Sarah’s pussy and scooped upwards until the tip popped out and collided with Sarah’s clit.  She began to flick it back and forth, then circle it rapidly before brushing it again and again.  

Sarah began to pant and cry out louder.  The renewed attack on her already engorged and aroused clit quickly pushed her back to the brink of another orgasm.  She curled her toes into the floor and pushed her hips up, launching herself against Rosalind’s mouth to try and enhance the force and friction pressing against her clit.

Feeling Sarah near her crest, Rosalind pressed her lips around Sarah’s clit and captured it in her mouth.  She sucked in her mouth to create a tight seal around the nub, and then began to rapidly swirl her tongue around.  She pushed it in every direction while rolling her tongue back and forth. 

It didn’t take long for Sarah to careen over the edge into climax.  “Aaaaah!”  Another shrill moan escaped her lips as she convulsed in pleasure.  “Yes Ros! Yes ah!”  She tried to jerk her hips, but Rosalind kept them trapped, refusing to allow Sarah to escape the throes of passion.

Feeling Sarah explode orgasmically beneath her again was the last straw.  While Sarah was still shaking and basking in her glow, Rosalind shakily rose from the ground, lifting Sarah’s legs with her.  She stepped between them, straddling her sister-in-law, and then lowered herself down to the other woman.  Rosalind shuddered in delight when she felt her slick nether lips collide with Sarah’s.

She began to move her hips, gyrating back and forth as she rubbed their sexes together. “Oh yessss…finally…ah!”  Throaty moans of pleasure rolled out of her throat as she found the long awaited stimulation to her pussy.  From her vantage point above Sarah, she looked down at her sister-in-law’s glossy eyes.  Sarah was dazed in lust even as Rosalind renewed the stimulation to her overheated sex.

“Ah, Ros!  Ros!”  Sarah purred as Ros kissed her curled toes.  She lay back, spreading her arms and legs to expose her whole body as she luxuriated in the sweet attention.  Her hard nipples sliced through the air as her tits bounced from every thrust of her hips as she pushed herself into Rosalind’s cunt.

Rosalind closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt lances of pleasure shooting up from her pussy.  The constant friction of their slick nether lips sliding against one another created an endless loop of pleasure.  Lust burned inside her, fueled by the final consummation of her taboo love for her sister-in-law.  All that was left was to join Sarah in climax to find the peace and fullness that she had craved for so long.

Her knees shook and buckled as the approaching climax threatened to overwhelm her.  She closed her lips around Sarah’s toe and began to suck, working her tongue in and out between them in an attempt to forestall her climax.  The moment was too perfect; she wanted to drag it out forever.

Her wild gyrations grew into wider circles as she lost control.  The passion was too great, and Rosalind was just too close to the edge.  Her mind began to go blank as she grew ever closing to her impending climax.  “Sarah!  I love you!  I love you Sarah!”

“I love you too Ros!  I love you! Aaaaah!”

Hot girlish cum splashed against Ros’ pussy as Sarah cummed again.  Feeling her lover surrender to the pleasure was the final push she needed.  The world grew brighter and brighter as Rosalind’s own climax swelled and then erupted into pure bliss.

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Rosalind woke as rays from the early morning sun poked through the gaps in-between the boards of her hovel.  Her body still tingled as she pulled her hand from between her legs.  Memories of her erotic dream began to fade, but she knew they would always linger there just beneath the surface.  Rosalind groaned as she crawled out of her sleeping pack and straightened out her stiff back.  She pulled her long red hair out of her face and tied it behind her bed, and then stuck her head out to breathe the morning air.

The ground was still frosty, even as spring began to dawn.  It always lasted late into the year up in the Hill lands.  All around the Lainaird’s Tribe’s small encampment the bustle of daily life was beginning.  Shepherds were rounding up their sheep, either to take out to the grazing lands or to pass off to the drovers who would take them down into Thesta to trade in the markets there.

Others were seeing to the other livestock, cattle, pigs, and goats.  It was still too early in the year to begin planting, so they would have to rely on animals and whatever food they could hunt or gather from the countryside to subside on.

“Good morning Auntie Rosalind!”  Melinda’s cheery voice rang out from across the way.  The bright young woman stepped out into the crisp morning and stretched her arms out.

“Morning, Mellie.” Rosalind smiled back, hoping she wasn’t blushing too badly.  Her niece Melinda was the daughter of her brother Garic, the former chief of their tribe, and Sarah.  Already a young woman, she looked just like her mother did at that age, which made Rosalind ever more uncomfortable.  

When Garic and his sons died of the Sweltering Sickness two years ago, Rosalind became the acting chief until either she or Melinda had a son who came of age.  “How you sleep last night?  I hope Cuthbert didn’t keep you up too late.”

Cuthbert Korlick was the son of one of their neighboring tribes.  He had been courting Melinda, and if they wed and had children it would unite them into one.  Such alliances were more important than ever these days.  After nearly twenty years of Zentaran rule, The northern Hestens were getting restless and whenever that happened they started looking to the Hills for conquest.  

“Oh no, not too late.  He was a perfect gentleman.”  Melinda beamed a smile at her.  “But then, he’d have to be if he wanted to survive the night in the middle of this lot.”  She laughed and gestured to the rest of the tribe as they went about their business.  “Wouldn’t do to have a Korlick disrespect the old chief’s daughter.  They’d skin him alive!”

Rosalind smiled at that, knowing it was true.  Just as well though, she didn’t want Melinda getting taken in and deflowered too soon, especially if an honorable marriage wasn’t going to come out of it.  Though on the other hand, that might be just the thing that would make marriage inescapable. 

“I’m sure they would, and should!  You’re a fair lass and a good woman.  You should be treated with respect!  Not how they treat their ladies down there in Heste.  Or Zentara, or whatever they call themselves these days!”  While the Zentaran conquest of Heste had brought a new era of peace between the northern Hesten Lords and the Catabrian Tribes, the stories that began filtering through about the alliance between orc and man, or rather, orc and women were troubling.  “Especially if you’re going to be giving the Tribe its new Chief.”

“It could still be you, Aunt Ros.  You’re still young enough.”

It was true, that at around thirty years old she was still young enough to have a child, but it wasn’t likely.  She just wasn’t ever interested in finding a man and marrying.  “Maybe, but I think that ship has sailed.  No one will want a slice of old Rosalind when Pretty Mellie is still on the table.”  

 Rosalind smiled at her niece.  She wasn’t bitter, it was the truth.  Melinda was considered a great beauty with her copper colored hair and fair skin.  Rosalind knew that she was also attractive, but she was already past her prime.  Her looks were setting, while Mellie’s were still rising.

Her niece blushed at the compliment.  “Even still, there’s still time for you to find a man if you want one.  Any one of these brutes would be lucky to have you!”

“Ros!  Ros!  The beacon fires!  The beacon fires are lit!”  Black Pete, her father’s closest friend, came running up to her.  “Korlick is signaling a Hesten army invading!”

“By the Abyss, so soon? It’s not even properly spring yet!”  She had hoped that they’d have at least a couple more years before this happened.

Melinda paled at the news.  “What are we going to do?  I have to tell Cuthbert!”

Rosalinda placed her hand on Melinda’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.  “Yes, do that.  He’ll need to get back to his Tribe.  After that it’s just like we always planned.  I’ll get the men and move into the Rothge Forest, you get the rest of the tribe and the livestock higher up in the hills.”  She smiled.  “You can do this.  Leave the damn Hestens to me.”

Melinda smiled and ran off, leaving Ros with Black Pete.  The old retainer looked grim.  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this one, Ros.  This ain’t gonna be some summer raid for booty and glory.  I’m betting they’ll be looking to try and conquer us again.”

“They’ve been trying that for hundreds of years to no success.  We drove them out before and we’ll do it again.”

“Aye, but this time we may not be getting any help from Thesta. They’ve got a treaty with the Zentaran Queen, and her son is the King of Heste.  What if they don’t come?”

Rosalind didn’t want to entertain that possibility.  With Thestan help they could probably drive the the Hestens out in a year.  Without it, it could be a decade long war of attrition.  “They’ll come, they have to.  But hopefully it won’t come to that.  More than one invasion has died in the Rothge Forest, we just have to make sure this one does to.”

The Rothge Forest was dense with trees and the only approach from Heste into the Hills.  A narrow road cut through it, making it a great ambush spot for the Tribes to raid the Hestens whenever they invaded.  The first battle of any conflict was invariably fought there.  

“Yeah, that’ll do Ros.  I’ll get the men rounded up.” 

“Good man.  We’ll meet with the Korlicks and the Brannogs at Tillburg and move out from there.  Oh, and be sure to send a riders to Thesta.  I hope it won’t come to it, but we still need to ask.”

Pete nodded.  “Will do Ros. We’ll stop them!  We’ve never let them dogs put a boot on us before.  I’ll be damned to the Abyss if I’m the one who finally lets them get a hold of the Hills.”

As Pete left, Rosalind returned to her hut.  She grabbed her bow and spear, as well as her leather shirt and vest.  Her people were never as well armed or armored as the Hestens, but that had never stopped them before, and it wouldn’t stop them now.

****

Rosalind crouched behind the thick tree shrouded in darkness.  The Rothge forest was so dense that one couldn’t see the sun during the day.  At night it was near impossible to see, especially if you didn’t know where you were going.  Men from the outer clans had been harassing the invaders for days, softening them up for the main ambush from the three major clans on the southeastern end of the Catabrbian Hills.

In the distance she could hear the Zentaran army approaching.  The steady, relentless pounding of thousands of boots on the ground made her heart beat faster.  She had never seen combat herself; Heste had been far too occupied with being consumed by Zentara to plan any adventures in the Catabrian Hills.  But her father had told stories, as had Black Pete and all the other men of the tribe.

The armies marching through the forest would be harassed and attacked from all sides; stuck and bled again and again so that by the time they reached the hills they would be demoralized and prone to rash decisions.  Then they would be baited into risky attacks in the hills that gave the Catabrians every advantage.  Meanwhile, skirmishers would continue to stalk the woods, slowing reinforcements and supplies being sent from Heste.

Rosalind clutched her bow tighter as began to see movement in the distance down the road.  She pulled an arrow out of her quiver and lined it up with the strong, ready to be nocked and fired.  As the marching army grew closer she picked out her target.  Rosalind’s eyes widened as she saw the large warrior’s green face beneath his leather cap.

An orc!  I always heard they had grey skin, she thought.  But looking down the line, it seemed that most of the marching orcs had green skin.  She aimed the bow and pulled back the string, ready to loose the arrow and let it fly.  Tension filled the air as everything seemed to go still and the forest held its breath.  The silence was pierced with a sharp scream, soon joined by several more as the Catabrians attacked.  Rosalind released the string, and then reached back for another as she watched her arrow fly towards its mark.

The wooden shaft puncture through the orc’s eye and jutted out through the back of his skull.  I just killed someone, she realized.  She had taken a life.  She stared in shock as the orc collapsed to the ground.  I wonder who he was, she thought before her heart grew a little harder, and if he had time to regret coming here.  

“Here they come again!  Form ranks!”  A trumpet blasted and the orcs began forming into squares with their shields out.   

The booming noise shook he rout of her reverie, and she quickly nocked another arrow and shot it towards the orcs.  More arrows came from all around, slamming into the orcs as they quickly formed their shield walls.

A startled gasp to her side distracted her for a moment.  She turned and saw one of the Korlicks clutching an arrow in his throat.  The young man gurgled and stumbled backwards as blood coursed through his fingertips.  Finally he fell backwards dead.  

More arrows began to fly out from within the orc formation.  Most of her men were in cover, but the arrows were expertly aimed and managed to hit targets even hidden behind trees.  One arrow snapped alongside the tree she was hiding behind, showering her face with bark and making her dive into the earth.  She scurried up to one knee and returned fire, sending an arrow through the ankle of a faceless orc.  

The enemy formation continued to advance, slowly shuffling along as it got peppered with arrows.  She began to see that they were not in one large block, but in several.  What had been one long snake of orcs was now a series of moving boxes.  

Sudden movement behind Rosalind startled her and made her wheel around with an arrow ready to shoot.  

“East lass, it’s just Black Pete.”  Her father’s old friend grinned at her.  “How many dozen you kill so far?”

“Only a few, but I’ve just gotten started.” She replied shakily.

“Well, there will be time for that later.  We don’t want to waste too many more arrows on those shields.  This isn’t the first time we’ve seen the Hestens use a shield wall.  We should break contact to see if they’ll follow, and if not, hit them again when they’ve let their guard down.”

“That makes sense.  Sound the bugle.”

Before he could one of the other clans beat him too it.  The sharp noise punctuated the din of battle, and all around her the tribesmen began to sift back into the forest.  Rosalind and Black Pete stepped backwards, firing a few last hours to cover each other’s retreat deeper into the forest.

“They’re running!  Don’t let them get away!”  The booming voice was soon followed by another blast from their trumpets.  The orc squares began to spread out in long line and plunged after them into the forest.

“Heh, the fools.  They fall for it every time!”  Black Pete grinned savagely as he took down another orc with an arrow.  

Rosalind aimed one as well, and a moment later felled a charging orc with an arrow through his heart.  Well, at least she assumed orc hearts were in the same place as human ones.  Other tribesman began to turn and fire as well, sending more orcs into the dirt.

They continued to fire and move, drawing the orcs deeper into the forest.  The further they got, the more the orc lines broke apart as their soldiers got split apart by the rough terrain.  Her own forces were quick to exploit it, punching through the gaps in small bands to strike at the orcs from behind.

Black Pete looked around as more of the tribe began to form up around him.  “Might as well make our stand here; we’ll bloody ‘em some more for a little bit and then break off again.”

Rosalind could only nod as she slung her bow and grabbed her spear.  Her throat was dry from all the running and shooting.  Not to mention that she was nervous to be engaging in hand to hand combat for the first time.  It already seemed like a lifetime ago she had killed someone for the first time!

“Hang back a bit lass, no need for you to get up close and personal.  Stay back and stab when you see an opening.”

As much as she hated it, Black Pete’s advice made sense.  Physically she was no match for an orc: they had her on size, reach, and strength.  So Rosalind allowed the other men to form a line to take the lead.  They formed a semi-circle and advanced on the nearest pocket of orcs.  The tribesmen enveloped the orcs and began stabbing them from all sides.

Rosalind watched breathlessly as her men clashed with the orcs.  Though they weren’t as well armed as the orcs, at least in this section of the battle they had the advantage in numbers and position.  The orcs were slowly herded together as they were prodded at the point of the tribe’s spears.  Ferrick, a young warrior who grew up with Melinda, managed to get behind the orcs and ran his spear into the beast’s back.  Ferrick grinned in triumph as his spear tasted blood for the first time.

The orc roared in pain as the tip of the spear cut through his flesh.  He swung back with his shield and cracked Ferrick on the side of the head and wiped the smile from his face.  The young man lowered his spear and stumbled back, stunned.  When the orc raised his axe to finish the job Rosalind saw her opportunity.  She rushed in and thrust her own spear into the orc’s armpit.  Without any armor to protect him there it slid deeply in and up.

The orc cried out in pain as his shoulder dislocated and blood poured from the open wound.  He turned back to Rosalind, who quickly scurried back behind the line.  Black Pete followed through a moment later, finishing the orc off.

Rosalind looked at Ferrick, who gave her a grateful smile and nodded.  Before she could nod back though another orc ripped through his face with an axe, cleaving off half of it.  Rosalind stared in shock as the young man’s blood splattered across the forest floor.  As the young man collapsed to the dust she had to fight back the urge to vomit.

Her head spun as she fought through the nausea, but she did defeat the urge and looked back towards the battle.  The orcs were quickly falling, but they were giving a good accounting of themselves.  It seemed like for every orc they killed, one of their own fell and another was wounded.  Rulf, another man from her tribe stumbled back with a groan as a sword cut his arm.  He fell out of formation and went to the ground, cradling the wound.

Rosalind rushed over to him and helped support the wounded arm.  “It’s alright Rulf, let me bind it for you.”  She tried to give him a reassuring smile as blood gushed over her hand.  She quickly tore a length of cloth from the linen shirt she bore beneath her leathers and wrapped it around the wound.

“Thanks Rosie, but I’ll be alright.  We’ve got to keep fighting!  We’ve almost got them now!”

She turned to watch the battle and saw that he was right.  The last two orcs were fighting back to back, desperately striking out at the spears, trying to deflect and bat them away.  “On the count of three lads, all at once.  They can’t stop them all!”  Black Pete called out.  “1…2…” and on the third count they all attacked at once.  The orcs blocked some with their shields and batted others away with their swords, but more spear tips got through their defenses.  Blood oozed out from pinpricks in their armor and limbs.  

As they weakened from the wounds her tribesmen began to score more decisive hits, and soon both orcs were on the ground slumped together in death.  “Good job men, now let’s fall back again.  Keep drawing ‘em into the woods!”

Her small band quickly scooped up weapons from the dead and grabbed their wounded comrades before retreating deeper into the forest.  Rosalind spared a quick glance from side to side to see more of the Catabrians also breaking contact.  The band continued to move, though not as fast now as they were slowed down by the wounded.

“Ugh!”  Rulf grimaced beside her as an arrow tore through his chest.  Rosalind rushed to help him, causing the arrow flying towards her to sail over her head and sink into a tree behind her.

“Where are they coming from?”

“Up there!”

“How did they get ahead of us?”

“Did we get turned around?

Confusion overtook her band as another group of orcs came charging at them from deep within the Rothge forest.  “Keep moving, we’ll punch through them!” Black Pete called out.  “Line up, line up!”

“Ah!” Another tribesman cried out as an arrow punched through his back.  

Rosalind grimaced as she watched his blood drip off the serrated tip as it jut through his chest.  She looked behind and saw a fresh line of orcs marching through the forest in formation.  “Behind us!  They’re coming up behind us!”  

“Dammit!”  Black Pete cursed.  “We’ll have to punch through, we need to get out of here!  Quick, before we’re cut off.  Charge!”  The band began to run forward towards the approaching orcs. 

Rosalind screamed and joined them, charging forward with her spear.  She was met by a large green orc wearing a chain shirt and wielding a round shield and sword.  She ducked as he swung it, and thrust her spear up towards him.  The tip glanced along the chain shirt, but couldn’t break through the armor.  

The orc swung his shield around, trying to smash into her and forcing her to run to the side to try and stay out of its way.  Meanwhile she swung her own spear about and stabbed it at him again.  This time it connected more solidly, but no matter how hard she pushed she couldn’t break through his armor.

The orc swung his sword again, chopping it down at her.  She quickly dove to the ground to roll out of the way.  Her heart leapt into her throat as she felt the air whizzing by her face as the blade narrowly missed her head.  This time she slashed back with her spear and was rewarded to see the tip slice through the orc’s pants and cut his thigh.  She grinned triumphantly as her opponent grunted and stepped back.  

She quickly jumped to her feet and readied her spear again.  Rosalind circled him slowly, giving his wound time to bleed out and weaken him further.  The orc soon lost patience with that though, and limped forward, trying to close the distance.  She backed away, but was suddenly buffeted by strong hands pushing her to the side.

“Watch it lass!” Black Pete called out as another orc’s axe slashed through the air where her back would have been.

“Thanks!”  She cried out.  Stupid, she thought, I was so worried about this one I completely forgot about the rest of the fight!  The rest of the battle was not going well for her band.  These orcs were not only better armored than the others, but they seemed better trained as well.  Her opponent advanced towards her again, but this time she moved to meet him.

She ducked as he swung towards her and thrust, this time throwing more of her weight behind it and using the orc’s own momentum to give her attack greater force.  The orc was ready this time though and bashed her spear aside with the edge of his shield.  He quickly swung his sword hand back, smashing her across the face with the back of his fist.

Rosalind spun about as the world blackened.  She collapsed roughly on the ground.  By the time her sight came back into focus the orc was standing above her.  She tried to raise her spear but he trapped the tip with his shield and then stomped on the shaft, snapping the head off.  

Her hand flew to her belt, quickly drawing her knife.  She stabbed wildly with it, gouging his leg again and again.  The orc bellowed in rage and kicked her the belly, forcing the air from her lungs.  A moment late he grabbed her knife hand and hauled her up.  She pulled as hard as she could to try and free her hand, but the orc’s grip was too powerful.  He easily ripped the blade from her fist, and then smacked her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground once more.

Strong hands wrapped underneath her arms and lifted her up, pinning her back to the orc’s chest.  All around her men were dying as they were caught between the orcs.  She looked around wildly for Black Pete, but couldn’t see him anywhere.  Finally, as the last man fell she found herself surrounded by a pack of vicious orcs.

“Well well well, what do we have here?  What’s a little cunt doing all the way out here?  Couldn’t wait for us to get to your village before sampling some big orc cock?”  A large orc leered nastily at her as he approached.  “Well, I think we can oblige her, isn’t that right men?”

Her eyes widened in fear as the orcs all laughed.  As the lead orc approached her she wildly kicked out towards him, but he easily caught her ankle and trapped it under his arm.  Rosalind grunted in frustration and tried to pull it back, but it was trapped.

“Spreading your legs for me already?  I’m glad you’re gonna make it easy for me.”  The orc stepped closer and slapped his other hand against her inner thigh, and then ran it up between her legs.  His knuckles brushed against the mound of her pussy through the crotch of her pants as the brutish orc fondled her.

Rosalind recoiled in disgust as the orc closed in on her.  With his green skin, upturned nose, and jutting tusks he appeared like a foul nightmare clawing out of the Abyss.  She wanted to turn away, to run, but she was trapped between the two strong orcs.  The orc licked her cheek, allowing his foul breath to wash over her face and make her choke.  She struggled again, trying to break free but couldn’t overpower them.

The orc’s beefy hand cupped her mons and began to rub it through her pants.  For the first time another’s hand was between her legs, touching her most intimate spot.  The rough, fat fingers were completely different to what it was in her imagination.  But despite her fear and revulsion, she could still feel her body warming, responding to the orc’s touch.  

“Ah!  Let go!”

“Now?  When we’re just getting started?  Oh no, we’ve got lots more in plan for you.”  The orc laughed again, and gestured for Rosalind’s knife.  The injured orc hobbled over and gave it to him while glaring at the captured woman.  The lead orc smirked at the bloody blade, and then began to cut through Rosalind’s pants.  The blade sliced through the leather, tearing the material enough for him to loosen the pants and yank them down to her ankles.

“No!  No!”  She screamed and began to buck again as her privates became revealed.  The orc smacked her sharply across the face, splitting her lip and making her grunt in pain.  Once her lower half was stripped, the orc took the knife and began cutting her shirt, splitting it open to match her leather vest.  She flushed in shame as the orc ripped it open the rest of the way to expose her tits.  With her arms still pinned behind her she was powerless to prevent all the orcs from gazing at her naked flesh.

“Nice tits.  Not too big, not too small.”  The orc reached forward and lifted one of Rosalind’s breasts, squeezing it firmly in his hand.  Then he pinched her nipple, pulling it sharply away from her body until she cried out.  “We’re gonna have some fun with these!”  The orc grinned ferally and smacked her tit, making it jiggle.  “But we’ll get to that.”

The orc behind her pushed her to the ground on her knees.  Rosalind winced as her bare knees scraped against a root as she was forced to kneel on the forest floor.  Her luscious red hair was pulled back sharply, forcing her to look up at the leader and expose her neck.  

The orc pressed the blade of the knife against her throat.  “Now I’m gonna take my cock out, and you’re gonna suck it real nice.  Try and bite it and you’re dead, understand?”

“Yes.” Rosalind whimpered out.

“That’s, ‘yes master.’”  The orc emphasized his point by pushing the blade harder against her neck.

“Ah! Yes master!”  Rosalind felt disgusted with herself for giving in to their pressure, but she didn’t want to die.  She might still be able to escape, or perhaps get rescued.  She just had to hold on.

“Good girl.  Nice and obedient, just like a human slut should be.”  The orc laughed and put the knife away.  He pulled out his cock, and rubbed the twisted green flesh against Rosalind’s cheek.  The dark emerald flesh contrasted with her pale skin, and the sight of that alone made it begin to harden.

Rosalind winced at the sight and smell of the orc’s fleshy root.  The look of it disgusted her even more than the flashes of her clan’s members she’d seen over the years while swimming or bathing.  The bulbous ridges and slanted tip made it look like a cross between a dog and a pig’s member.

Still, with the threat of the blade hanging over her, Rosalind had no choice but to open her mouth when he prodded her with the dick.  The musky, salty taste quickly began to spread through her mouth as the flesh rolled over her tongue.  She wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted, as she had never touched, let alone sucked, a man’s cock before.  

She lifted her tongue against it, and began to lap and flick it like she had imagined doing to Sarah’s clit.  She felt it pulse, and thought that she was doing the right thing but the orc quickly disabused her of that notion.

“What are you waiting for?  Suck it you dumb bitch!”  The orc grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward while thrusting his hips impatiently.

Panic effused her as the felt the tip of the shaft push at the back of her throat.  The intense pressure of having her life on the line, of not knowing what to do, and being pressed into a new and disgusting situation overwhelmed her.  Rosalind closed her lips tighter around the rod and began to suck, trying her best to accommodate the thick girth.

She felt she must have been doing something right, as she could feel the dick stiffen and harden in her mouth.  Rosalind continued to suck sloppily as the orc picked up his pace.  The slanted tip of his dick battered the back of her throat as he roughly fucked her face.

“What’s the matter, never sucked a dick before?  Well, you’re gonna get lots of practice.  No better way to learn than to dive right in.  Best to learn how to start with the biggest dicks anyway.  Once you can take an orc cock down your throat you won’t have a problem with anything else.”

Down my throat? She wondered.  Surely it couldn’t fit.  But the orc’s incessant thrusting made her think he intended to try.  The back of her mouth started to get scratchy from the constant ramming of his dick against the soft flesh.

As her eyes started to water the orc mercifully pulled his dick out of her mouth.  The throbbing erection bounded before her eyes as it glistened with her spit.  The orc’s eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her.  He lifted his foot and pressed it between her breasts to push her onto her back. 

Terror seized Rosalind’s heart as she realized his intentions.  She tried to crawl away, and as the orc began to mount her as swung her fist wildly at him.  Her knuckles cracked against his jaw, but as her hand slid across his face the tusk scraped open her skin causing her hand to bleed.  

He snarled and smacked her again, then lifted her upper body and slammed it back into the ground.  Rosalind’s breath was forced from her body by the impact, and she was too stunned to further resist as he gathered up her legs and pinned them against her chest.  

The orc rested his weight on her body, pinning her to the ground as he lined up the slanted tip of his cock with her slit.  “No!  Please!  Not that!”  She cried out and tried to push him off, but one of the other orcs grabbed her wrists and stretched them above her head and pinned her to the ground.  Her heart pounded furiously as she felt her sex begin to open up for the shaft.  Rosalind was forced to look up into the orc’s ugly face as a cock pushed inside her for the first time.

“Hah, by the Abyss this whore’s a virgin!” The orcs laughed and cheered.  Apparently virgins were quite rare to find in Zentara, especially one as old as her.  “Well this is gonna be a real treat for you.  After taking an orc cock you’ll be glad you never wasted time on any small human dicks.”  The orc pushed forward until the tip it her maidenhead.  He pulled back, but quickly thrust forward once more, pushing the membrane a little farther.  

Each time the orc moved her heart stopped as she expected him to finally tear through her hymen.  The orc kept her on edge, always making her think it was the time in order to prolong her fear and dread.  Finally he pushed in then withdrew for just a fraction of a second to make her think it was starting all over again before jamming his cock all the rest of the way inside of her.

“Ah! Nnn!”  Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her maidenhead rip away.  A soft trickle of blood leaked out around the girth of his cock.  If the orc noticed he didn’t say anything, or give her any respite.  He began to move his hips, quickly pumping in and out of her.  He worked his cock inside her pussy, slamming all the way up to her cervix again and again.

Each time he collided with her cervix she cried out in pain.  But far from dissuading the assault it only spurred him to go faster.  The orc lowered his face to her breasts and began to bite the flesh and scratch her with his tusks.  Rosalind’s body felt like it was on fire as she was mauled by the brutish orc.

“Get ready for it, slave.  I’m going to fill you with my cum.  You’re gonna be bearing another of my green skinned sons before this is all over.”  

Rosalind shuddered in fear at the thought.  She hadn’t even considered that she might get pregnant.  “No!  No!”  She tried to claw out of the trap again, but she was stuck.  The orcs were too strong for her, and she had no escape.  Images of her body swollen with the foul orcs child flashed through her mind as the orc’s thrusting reached a crescendo.

Finally the orc growled out and pushed all the way inside and let himself go.  Spurt after spurt of hot gooey cum splattered inside her, painting the walls of her cunt.  His hot, potent seed clung to the sides of her vagina, soaking into the walls and swimming up to the entrance of her womb. 

“Ah!  There we go, that’s it.  Take it, girl, take it.  We’re gonna do this again real soon.”  The orc waited for the last of his cum to leak inside her, and then pulled himself out and stood up.  “But for now it’s time for the rest of you to have some fun!   Take your pleasure men, but remember, her cunt belongs to me!”

Rosalind’s heart lurched as she realized it wasn’t over yet.  She stirred weakly on the ground, trying to turn over to crawl away.  Strong hands gripped her shoulders and hips and helped her turn her over.  But then they pulled her up onto all fours and two muscular frames surrounded her on each end.  Another twisted orc dick presented itself to her mouth and forced its way inside.

This time she knew better as to what was expected and began to suck the root.  She worked her lips up and down, trying to simulate the motion of the first cock that fucked her mouth without it being so rough.  Whatever she was doing, it must have been right since the orc’s hands held her head softly and just guided her face up and down the shaft instead of forcing it.

The disgusting taste began to permeate her mouth again as the hard orc shaft rolled all over the inside of her mouth.  Meanwhile, the orc behind her groped and massaged her round ass, squeezing the cheeks, pushing them together and then pulling them apart as he played with her backside.

A hot, wet glob of spit landed on her little rosebud as the orc spit on her.  Oh no, not there too! She panicked and shook her waist from side to side, trying to keep it out of their way.

“Hah, the little slut is begging for it.  Can’t wait to have a cock in your arse, can you?  Well, I’m only too happy to give it to you.”  The orc smacked her ass and then grabbed her hips, holding her tightly in place.   A moment later his blazing hot shaft pressed between her ass cheeks, sliding up and down between them as he smeared his spittle over the length.

Rosalind squealed around the dick in her mouth as the orc finally lined his slanted tip up with the entrance to her tight ass.  He thrust forward without waiting, filling her anal cavity with his thick dick.  A sharp, piercing, burning pain lanced through her as her backside was roughly stretched by the invader.  

Both orcs began to thrust, throwing her body back and forth as they slammed into her from both sides.  Tears welled up in Rosalind’s eyes as the pain of her backside being violated mashed against choking on the dick in her mouth.  The two orcs moved faster and faster until they each reached their climax, shooting hot jizz into her throat and bowels.  She choked and coughed as the salty semen caught in her throat and coated her tongue.  

As the cock pulled out of her mouth she doubled over and hacked up long stringy lines of cum onto the ground.  As more seed leaked out her gaping ass, she was roughly flipped over again and forced lie in the puddle she spit out.  She exhaled sharply as an orc mounted her chest, crushing her.  His thick, heavy dick slapped her tits and rolled between them.

He caught her breasts in his strong hands and crushed them around his hard cock.  Already sore from being bitten earlier, having the twisted orc cock rub against them made them hurt even more.  Rosalind struggled to breathe as the armored form of the orc pinned her to the ground.  She wheezed for each breath as the orc’s shaft slid against her chest.

She could see the tip popping in and out of her field of view each time he thrust forward.  It began to move faster and faster, and soon he too reached climax, spilling his seed all over her.  Thick, heavy glops of cum rained down on her face, staining her fair skin with the sticky mess.  As his orgasm subsided, the last bit dribbled out and leaked all over the crevice between her breasts.

The orc rose off her, leaving her a glistening sticky mess.  The orc was soon replace by another, and then another after him.  Orc after orc took her, each one shooting his seed on or in her.  Rosalind’s belly began to ache as her stomach distended with cum, and her poor ass was a gaping hole constantly leaking cum.  

Finally the lead orc returned and pushed the others away.  He lifted her up and bound her hands together, and then tied a coarse, frayed rope around her neck.  As he led her back towards the rest of the orc army, a mighty cheer echoed through the forest.

“Agmar!  Agmar!  Agmar!”