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WARNING: The following orc sex story takes place in a
The Tales of the Wars
Of Orcs and Elves
Ilion had been watching the Orcish encampment for days. With breaks for sleep, food, and relieving herself, she had dedicated over twenty hours a day to it for the last week. Over the course of that time, her rudimentary knowledge of the guttural Orc tongue allowed her to gather information on what had been going on.
And what that was, appeared to be very little. She had caught snippets of conversation between some officers about searching for the Elven settlement in the area, but all that had resulted in was several dead recruits as the Orcs stumbled over the many deathtraps the Elves had arranged.
As the week wore on, she had spent her time remaining very still and quiet, hidden under some brush with a good matting of bark and moss to render her invisible, stuck to her with tree sap. That sap had made everything stick to her. And it stuck everywhere. In her hair, on her face, all over her naked body.
Then, on the sixth day, something unforeseen happened.
In the early afternoon, on a hot summer day, an orc walked very near the bush she had been concealed in and began to urinate.
She had heard tales of the mythical size of Orcish manhood. They turned out to be true. As she gawked, the Orc (an officer by his uniform and tattoos) was at least eight inches in length semi-limp, and larger around than her wrists. He stood almost seven feet tall, and was dressed only in boots and pants. His deep olive skin shone with a light skiff of sweat and powerful muscles ripped beneath it. She became aroused immediately, and hated herself for it. His arms bore four stripes in a simple, yet purposeful way she had yet to figure out.
The Orc whistled to himself as he pissed. Ilion's pussy was sopping wet and slowly washing away the bits of accumulation and sap she had applied. The Orc sniffed the air, as though he were aware of her, glanced about with a puzzled look, and finished his business.
However, the whiff of juice was enough to arouse him as well. He glanced down with an annoyed look on his face as his penis swelled to ten inches long and over two inches across. He stuffed himself back into his pants and struggled away.
Ilion was gasping for breath. She had begun to sweat and her cover was wearing off. She quickly dropped to the ground and silently began to try and remain hidden.
She looked up, and the Orc had joined a few of his troops. She learned his name was 'Suldug', and his men joked with him about his 'condition'
"Oi, suh, looks like yuhz needs a visit from Mairek," the corporal laughed and the three soldiers snickered.
"Gurruk's Breath, ah thinks ah duz..." Suldug responded, glancing back at a tent she had not paid much attention to. He walked towards it, and in short order, exited with someone in tow. Someone tall and shapely and covered from head to toe in a dull gray cloak.
As he walked by his troops, that someone tossed off her cloak. She was almost as tall as he, and about as muscular. Her large breasts swayed as she swaggered. Her hips swiveled as she walked, totally naked except for a number of tattoos that adorned her body. Well-crafted tattoos had been done on her face, a red strip over each eyebrow, a red 'v' shape in the center of her forehead, white 'v's under on each cheek, and a red stripe from the base of her chin to her bottom lip. Designs wove themselves over her breasts and inner thighs, and a curious pattern flowered on her abdomen. The Orcs stood stunned and speechless as they walked past and entered the bushes right beside Ilion.
'Damn' she thought to herself, 'there's no way I can leave without them knowing'.
Suldug stopped, and gestured at the ground, as if saying 'this will do'. The female, Mairek, lightly ran her hands across the officer’s barrel-like chest and down the tight muscles of his abdomen. She was wetter than Ilion, and her musky scent pervaded the area. She dropped to her knees and began to undo his belt, and when his pants fell to his ankles, she caressed his penis with large, thick hands. She licked the head lightly and he gasped. She ran her tongue down its length and he hardened fully.
'She does not take him in her mouth,' she noted, then realized that protruding from her lower jaw were the smaller versions of the tusks the males had, and when she smiled, sharp teeth peeked from between her lips. 'And for good reason, I see'
As she readied her partner with one hand and tongue, the female’s own hand strayed to her own loins. She brushed a hand across a rather gregarious tattoo on her inner thigh and her whole body shuddered.
Suldug lay down, and Mairek licked him for a minute more before mounting him. She lowered herself slowly, taking his full length. He placed his hands on her hips as she rose a few inches.
He slammed her down hard and she gasped. She rose, and they collided again. It took a few thrusts, but they finally established a rhythm. He bared his teeth as he pounded into her, she cupped her breasts and gasped with each stroke. Ilion could not stop herself as her hand crept towards her own dripping pussy. She had not yet experienced this thing called sex yet.
Soon, he arched his back, she threw back her head and keened a high-pitched wail. They came. The two orcs seemed to flex every muscle in their bodies for a long minute before she collapsed upon him.
Ilion's concentration was so intense, she failed to notice the Orc until he tripped over her.
She tried to skitter away, but ran into a pair of tree trunks wearing boots. She looked up as the Orc reached for her and tried to dodge, but her long hair whipped up and he grabbed a handful of it. Ilion shrieked in pain, and was quickly borne up by a thick pair of hands.
"OI! Look what ah found!" the Orc exclaimed, holding her aloft. Suldug and Mairek were still coupled and rather surprised as well. She was held by four sets of hands now, each on one of her thrashing limbs.
"Good job, boys! She's yers!" Suldug called out with Mairek still on top of him. They looked each other in the eyes and rolled over as the four took her away.
They arrived at the mess tent, her hands bound behind her and roped to her waist. The corporal tossed her onto a table and called for water. Two younger Orcs brought out a tub, and she was dunked into it and scrubbed by rough brushes. Her camouflage was cleaned off and she was laid on a narrow table.
"Ah found huh! I gets huh first," the corporal shouted. The rest nodded; he had found her, even if it was by accident.
He roughly grabbed a thigh with one hand while uncoupling his belt with the other. A thick slab of Orc manhood came down upon her crotch, it's weight quite apparent, and juice still flowed from her hairless pussy as he guided himself to her. She heard a sound like cloth falling to the floor and as he pushed his head into her, she arched her back and caught a glimpse of the Orc standing behind her. Another thick shaft fell upon her lips, but she kept her mouth shut.
The corporal paused upon reaching a barrier. His eyes gleamed as he realized he was the first to tread upon this place. Ilion gasped loudly as he thrust himself into her with one mighty push. Pain exploded within her and she cried out only to have a thick penis thrust into her mouth. The head of the corporal's thick cock nudged her cervix. She was totally filled by him.
The corporal gave a long 'AAAHHHHhhhh' of pleasure as Ilion's tight pussy fought against him. Inside her mouth, a thick cock pushed itself towards her tonsils. After a long minute, the pain subsided and he drew back half his length and thrust again. Her virgin pussy was alive with pleasure as she wrapped her lips around the cock in her mouth. She gave into her lust as she realized there was no use in fighting.
She bucked and heaved against the corporal, cumming as he pounded into her. Her muffled cry could be heard around the thick shaft she sucked on. Soon, he twitched and exploded inside her, and she felt thick, gooey fluids flooding her virgin womb with blast after blast. She knew she would not have to worry about a child, since the union of Orc and Elf cannot result in such a thing, but did worry greatly about the real possibility that she may not live through this.
As she caught her breath, she felt the one in her mouth twitch and figured out what to do, lest she drown. Hot, salty semen flooded into her mouth, more and more came, and she tried to swallow it all as it flooded out of her mouth and down her face. The corporal was gasping for breath while his cock shot a few more loads into her. She felt as though she had been filled to bursting with his seed.
Ilion gasped for air as she was lifted into the air again, choking and gagging on the mouthful of come. This time, one of the other soldiers brought her down on him the way Suldug and Mairek had coupled. She had been reamed out well, and felt almost no pain as he brought her down, save that which lingered from the first.
As soon as she was settled, she felt something prod her behind. The soldiers were cheering as one the younger Orcs spit into his palm and wetted the end of his penis. He was much younger than the rest, a boy of maybe 9 winters, but an adolescent in Orcish years. He grabbed her hips and brought the head of his cock to her puckered asshole. He pushed slowly and she felt him enter her rectum.
His length was enough to fill her there too. She felt the two cocks begin to move within her, and shortly another tube was thrust into her face. She felt ecstasy as the three seemed to fight each other for her. Three cocks thrust into her at a time, and her head swam as though she was fevered. Through it all she felt the boy flood her ass with seed, pull out, and another, larger member intrude. Beneath her, someone grunted and poured forth themselves. She swallowed another mouthful of sperm and her ability to think faded away. She felt only orgasm after orgasm, load after load, and the thick taste of Orcish cum in her mouth.
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She awoke, much later.
It was night. Through a haze, she saw the moon had passed through a phase, and somewhere the thought formed: 'four days'.
She was sore everywhere. Above her, someone was speaking Elvish. The words seemed to float as though on the breeze. She looked down at herself.
She was coated in sperm. Her pussy and ass seemed to dribble forth even more when she moved. Her nipples had been pierced and small chain links installed. Orcish tattoos adorned her breasts, her thighs, and her arms. Small hands lifted her gently and set her in a hammock. She swang slightly as they lifted her to the treetops.
Days later, after she had been bathed, fed, and counseled, she looked into a mirror. Just like the Orcish whore, tattoos had been added to her thin, angular face, the same red strip over each eyebrow, the same red 'v' shape in the center of her forehead, white 'v's under her eyes on each cheek, and a red stripe from the base of her chin to her bottom lip. She looked at the rest of herself in the large, elegant full-length mirror. Her buttocks displayed vibrant red and black markings; wild matching patterns were mirrored betwixt her legs, and her back was alive with stripes. She put her hands to her belly and wondered... wondered, if she would let it happen again.
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"If there is one thing I’ve come to notice about my ‘subjects’, it is that they feel as though the world itself owes them something for how their race has been treated. And if one had grown up in such a way it is understandable that this ‘seige mentality’ would be a fitting reaction. Now, before you cast my tome into the hearth, hear me out: I do not condone the Orc’s actions, I am simply trying to convey their mindset.
"Everywhere there are Orcs, there has been conflict. Typically, it is the Orcs who start the fighting, usually for some perceived gain, be it loot, land, or simply to kill some of their enemies. But there are documented instances where the Orcs have been on the receiving end of the sword, and those who have carried out these ‘exterminations’ call them just that. To Dwarves and Elves, Orcs are the equivalent of man-sized vermin and are treated as such. Granted, I don’t think anyone would want to be neighbours with an Orcish horde, regardless how high the hedge may be, but when this attitude is directed towards anyone else, allow me to use the Dhermi of the Age of Chaos as an example, it is seen as cruel xenophobia. These people were expunged from the Continent because their practices were seen as inhuman, simply because they refused to bury their dead, choosing to have a ritual feast of select portions of the body of their loved ones because they believed the wisdom and strength of dead family would passed on to those who consumed that flesh. Who are we to condemn others because they live in a manner we dislike?
"Now, would you treat an Elf in this manner? No, of course not: Elves are our friends, they are beautiful and patient.
"Would you a Dwarf? Dear Father, no: they are our friends, they are industrious and mirthful.
"But an Orc?
"We have been taught from birth, just as the Elves and Dwarves have, that the Orcs are our enemy. An enemy older than any other, one to be destroyed lest they gain sufficient numbers and weapons to exact that same fate upon us.
"There may be some truth to this, indeed, but let us not forget they are a vibrant and colourful people. And that they are indeed ‘people’."
"Orcs of the Continent."
Chapter 1: "Overview"
Imperial Year 7916 (Old Calendar),
-4 Standard Years (New Calendar)
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The Captive, Pt 1
A fter only half an hour of combat, the attack was over. Minhane sat, chained to the rest of the surviving elven defenders, watching the Orcs ransack their homes. Now, with time to think and only the pain of a blow to the head to keep him occupied, he began to notice there was more than one sex of Orc involved in the attack.
He recognized the hulking, deep-green skinned male Orcs, he'd fought and slain many in his time, but there were a cadre of females with better armour and apparently better fighting skills. He'd fought one to a standstill before a blow to the back of his head took him out of the battle. Now, seated with the rest of the male prisoners, he began to seek out the one he went toe-to-toe with.
Leading a trio of other females, all clad in chainmail hauberks, leather leggings, and faceplates, she came up to the group, and began to look the prisoners over. Roughly handling them to check for injuries, she paused at him. Though the slits in her helm, he saw a pair of red eyes peering back at him. She nodded, and he was unchained from the rest, only to be fitted with leg shackles and manacles. At the end of a few feet of chain, she lead him away from the rest.
'Lords,' he thought, 'what is to become of me? A slave in some mine? Food for some bestial captain?' His mind raced.
He looked back, and saw the women of the tree-top village being led away single-file in chains.
Minhane felt a coal of anger burn in his chest. Orcs were not known for keeping female prisoners alive for very long...
Minhane was thoroughly confused now. He'd been washed (rather roughly), fed, some shaman had performed a ritual over him, and now his hands and feet had been shackled to a wrought-iron bed inside one of the many tents the Orc army had set up. He was mildly thankful for the scratchy fur blanket that covered him, but was beginning to worry about his immediate fate. 'Did the Orcs not capture enough female prisoners?' he thought to himself, and began to become truly fearful. Better to have died to an Orc than to wind up being sodomized to death by one.
His fear came to a peak when someone came to the tent and barked out orders to someone in the rough, guttural tones of the Orcish language. He saw the silhouettes of two burly Orcs take position to either side of the tent flap, and in came the same female who had chosen him.
In an almost ritual fashion, she hung her sword and lay her shield beside her bed on an oaken stand. She stood over him, running thick, gloved hands over his body, still covered by the fur blanket. A musky scent entered the tent, and Minhane became strangely aroused.
She removed her helm and revealed a finely angled face the colour of jade. A pair of half-inch long tusks protruded from full, deep green lips. She reached behind her head and unfastened a clasp, allowing luxurious copper curls to fall around her shoulders. Her face bore a pattern of tattoos: dual red strips over the brows, a red 'v' centered above them. Twin white 'v's beneath her eyes, and a red stripe from bottom lip to base of chin. They gave her face a wicked look.
"No what you expected, eh, elf?" She spoke good Elven words, even if the grammar wasn't perfect.
Minhane was speechless. She undid four small straps on her sides, and removed the chainmail. The muscles in her shoulders and arms rippled as she moved, and she hung the mail on the headboard. Her thews bore striped tattoos, not unlike the rank chevrons the Empire used for denoting rank, but this detail was overhshadowed when he saw something more interesting: an earth-toned tunic of sack-cloth strained to confine breasts the Elf hadn't imagined could exist.
To an Elf, slender was the norm, and most Elven females, while curvy and fine of feature, could never attain such voluptuous proportions. It was then he realized she was over a head and a half taller than he.
She pulled the tunic off, and tossed it aside. Her body was like chiseled jade with a few deep green lines showing where her mail had not turned blows away, and a few of the coarse, tribal tattoos Orcs were wont to wear. Black patterns interwove themselves upon her abdomen, a simpler pattern like that on her face was borne upon her left shoulder, and again upon her right breast. A few smaller, less ornate decorations appeared on her hips and forearms, and the chevrons from her arms were repeated upon her shapely hips. She was a giantess of painted jade.
She was very large to the elf. He wondered if he could even reach his hands around her waist, while knowing he could never manage her rounded hips. More coppery curls appeared below her navel, and the Orc smiled, watching Minhane's eyes travel about her body.
He struggled for words. Here, a member of a race he despised stood almost naked to him. He recalled the friends and family lost to the endless clashes between Orc and Elf. This latest conflict was turning out to be the strangest of them all.
"I am Luthiv," she said, hands on hips, "and you, Elf, are mine." She drew back the blanket and looked over his naked form.
Minhane did a double take when he glanced towards his feet. Where his Elven penis had been, a specimen over twice the size now stood, thick and pointing to the roof of the tent. When last he'd seen himself, he was the typical four inch Elven male (which seemed to suit his lifemate just fine), but now.. now a member as thick as his wrist bulged and twitched with every beat of his heart.
"Old Tarvag doing good work," she pointed out, lightly caressing the bulging head, "I would have pay him back in kind, had he not lost his meat to Dwarven axe those many year ago." She wore a smirk, and other than her boots, gloves and tattoos, that was all she wore.
She straddled his chest, bringing herself near his face. Through copper curls he saw a pussy he thought he could fall into.
"We're build big, Elf," she said, grabbing the wrought iron headboard with both hands and placing her crotch directly upon his face, "you should see what OUR normal male have." She began to rub herself lightly on his lips.
"We hear you Elves be great lovers. Prove me this, Elf." His heart raced as a confusing amount of emotions raced about his head. Should he remain still, should he give in and stoke her fire, or should he fight back and bite her. The motion of her lips across his, combined with her musky scent and that damnable Shaman seemed to take hold of his senses, and he succumbed.
With a practiced touch, his tongue found her. Orcflesh was coarse, but supple, and while she may not have tasted like the honeydew his lifemate was, the spell upon him and he could not turn back. A flick here, a long, light stoke there, and she was soon breathing heavily and gasping with every touch. Her hands held tight to the railing and her back arched as she screamed out.
The guards ran in and instead of seeing the elf trying to kill her, they watched as Luthiv thrashed, gasping and shrieking her way through an intense orgasm. Minhane's eyes were tightly shut, fearing her wracking motions would cause her to accidentally kill him.
She almost passed out there, and if not for the sudden breeze that passed thru the tent, she would never have guessed that anyone had come in. Her eyes rolled in her head, and as she turned and vaguely recognized the guards, she snarled out a curse Minhane did not know. The guards nearly tripped over each other trying to leave the tent.
Luthiv took a few deep breaths and regained her senses. She picked herself up and moved down his body a bit. On her hands and knees, her blood red eyes looked into his pale blues, and still somewhat breathless she said this: "You.. Elf.. I shall keep you forever.."
"I look back on my captivity with mixed emotions...
Yes, she was Orc, she should have been my greatest enemy
but bewitched as I was, there was nothing I could do to
break from her."
'Of My Captivity'Published: Year 152 of the New Calendar
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"There are no moral compunctions within Orcish ‘society’ about slavery, cruelty, treachery, or greed. Indeed, they are concepts embraced by Orcs, but it must be said that Humans acted in this same way once upon a time.
"Now, while ‘slavery’ has been abolished, there are people held in bondage in this world. In Bregna, the system of serfdom allows for a rigid aristocracy to exist within the Emperial framework. Solthic’s caste system holds one tenth of its population at the very bottom, called the ‘lowest born’ and they are not even allowed to be paid in coin for any service they may render. While the ‘frontier’ of the West may have its own levels and classes, it has never been immune to this most ancient of sorting the populace.
"The Orcs hold individuals in personal enslavement, there are very few places where hordes of slaves are kept as forced-labour, because this requires manpower and resources to maintain, something the Orcs have little patience for. An Orc’s personal slave, or ‘bodyslave’ is kept for few reasons beyond pleasure and the ‘feel of having another under one’s control’. Many are female, ensorcelled or physically chained, kept as toys for their lustful masters, although some of the Orc’s female officers do keep their own chained males. It is strange to see a high-ranking female with a handful of near-naked males in tow, each of a different breed. Ogres, Elves, Humans, halfbloods and more, there seems to limit to the reaches these Orcs are willing to go in the name of pleasure.
"Cruelty is another matter entirely. It is used as a tool to keep one’s underlings in line, and as a goad to enforce one’s will. While there are rules against causing grevious bodily harm to another without a valid reason, it is not impossible to come up with a reasonable cause for any level of treatment.
"Treachery is also commonplace, it is a method of advancement and the threat of knife or bludgeon keeps Orcs on their toes. Any sign of weakness is reason enough to slay a superior and gain his rank, but this is frowned upon because it robs the ‘army’ of qualified officers.
"Last is greed, that most powerful of urges. As a whole, Orcs are poor, in fact they are impoverished by Human standards. The average ‘grunt’ owns little more than the pack on his back, the armour on his body, and the sword in his hand. This is maintained, because it gives each young soldier the desire to loot and raid and steal and gain more than the megre allotment he started his career with. Successful soldiers gain better arms or clothes, replace their earthenware ‘kits’ with porcelain or steel pots, even find portable wealth they can barter for other things with.
"There is no ‘economy’ for the Orcs. Most of the currency gained in raids is put into the hands of commanders who use it to purchase goods for their individual armies. There has never been (according to my sources) a single Orcish coin struck. Why make with your own efforts that which you can readily steal?
"Indeed, it is an alien system, but not one that is impossible to understand. Given time, it is quite likely the Orcs would develop a society much like that we Humans enjoy. The rudiments of art and poetry exist, they have engineers and doctors, cartographers and ‘diplomats’, and a ready-made hierarchy. If not for their warlike ways, would they not be a neighboring empire in their own right?"
"Orcs of the Continent."