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F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 9/?
Date: 2013-09-23 04:25 pm (UTC)The orc in front was sending shocks of bliss through her body but Shakuh...she couldn't quite believe the affect he was having on her.
Then she realised what it was. The one inside her pussy was in his own world. They all were; all desperate for their own pleasure and separate from her. But Shakuh - "oh, gods! Shakuh!" - he was with her. They just...worked. His hands felt like they were everywhere: on her breasts, on her hips, squeezing her ass, toying with her clit. He seemed to know everything she wanted before she even knew herself. And in kind, she squeezed him tighter than the others, moaned louder with him and came harder when he fucked her. In all the times they'd have sex over the past two days, she had never been so close to him. Their skin was rubbing together, her back against his green torso.
"More..." She managed to moan against his neck.
And they both picked up the pace even more, her breasts bouncing and her ass squashing against Shakuh's thighs with each thrust. That gorgeously familiar tingle was spreading like wildfire through her body, touching every limb. That fullness was becoming overwhelming. She was thrashing between them, gasping and whimpering, Shakuh's arms around her and her legs around the orc in front.
They thrust in unison.
Empty, full. Empty, full. Empty, full. Empty, full...oh, so full...
For the second time that day, she screamed. She felt like she was bursting.
The next thing she was conscious of, she was twitching and moaning against Shakuh's sweat-slicked chest. She stirred and looked down. The orc in front had pulled out just in time and now his come decorated her stomach. He was propped up on his elbows, panting and glazed.
Shakuh was still deep inside her ass, his huge hands massaging her breasts. She could feel his seed inside her, but his cock prevented its escape. Vianna was sure she could stay like that forever. She turned her head so she could see him behind her. She swallowed, her mouth dry and her throat sore. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing the underside on his chin. He bent down just a fraction and his lips were there, hovering so close she could feel the heat...
"Enough!"
The chief's voice made them both jump. Shakuh lifted her by her hips and he slid out of her. She could have cried at how empty she felt. Then she became conscious of all the other orcs around her, how they must have watched that almost kiss. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment she knew it was ludicrous to feel in a situation like this.
The chief was still in his usual chair, watching from the sidelines. He motioned to one of the orcs behind her and they rushed forward with her robe. As he draped it over her shoulders, she felt his hard cock brush her back. She glanced over her shoulder and saw all of them stood in a line behind her, all looking irritated that the chief had stopped their fun before they could have their turn.
"Come to me, Imperial."
F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 10/?
Date: 2013-09-23 04:30 pm (UTC)"You have serviced my men well. I had my doubts that you could adequately please them but it appears you have."
She felt as though he was trying to compliment her but she just felt a little offended.
"I have been watching, I am sure you have noticed." He didn't stop to wait for her confirmation. "And I like what I see in you, Imperial."
Vianna wasn't sure where this was going. Did it mean that the chief was finally ready to join in with their 'games'? Or did it mean that he was going to let her go?
"Our women are gone. I find myself in need of a wife. I should like you to service me. And only me."
Her blood ran cold. Being passed around the men for some fun was one thing, but to be married off and treated like some sort of brood mare? That was another entirely. And the men grumbled too, apparently not pleased at the 'only me' part. Vianna found herself glancing at Shakuh, who remained blank faced, before saying,
"And if I do not wish to be your wife?"
The chief's grip on her thigh was suddenly like a vice. "Then I will offer you to Malacath."
Vianna was confused and looked at the men for an answer. Then she saw Shakuh discreetly raised his hand to his throat and draw and line across it, serious and grim. Vianna just about held in a gasp. She had gone ridged on the chief's lap. It wasn't much of a choice: forced marriage or death.
But she knew there was only one answer. She wasn't quite ready to surrender her life yet.
"What is it to be, Imperial? Me or Malacath?"
"You." Vianna said, her stomach turning to lead.
**
Shakuh led her back to her room as usual and he was silent all the way. Vianna had neither the heart nor the mind to get him to talk. She felt sick.
He closed the door and left her alone to cry in her room.
The irony of it all was not lost on her. She knew it was ludicrous that she should enjoy being laid out like a slab of meat and used and yet dread the idea of this marriage so much. But she couldn't help it. When she was being used by the men, she still felt a measure of control. They wanted her and nothing else. They desired no power over her, just their own pleasure. But the chief...no, something about him made her skin crawl. He was sly and egotistical and she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, this time tomorrow, she would be his wife.
Her head span. It was all moving so fast. This time two days ago, she was still a free woman. And now she was a captive and betrothed to an orc chieftain.
And she hadn't even had enough time to check the doors and the guards in order to escape. All was lost.
F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 11/12
Date: 2013-09-23 04:36 pm (UTC)Her eyes were blurry and her mind was slow. She blinked and saw it was Shakuh. She opened her mouth to ask if it was time for the wedding but he clamped his hand over her mouth quickly. She jumped. Then she noticed he was dressed in fur armour and he was holding a sack that looked like it held more armour and a bow...
Then she realised it was her things.
She looked back up at him with confusion in her eyes. He placed a finger over his own lips and, catching his meaning, she nodded slowly. He removed his hand from her mouth.
"What's going on?" She whispered.
His jaw was set. "Do you want to marry the chief?" He whispered back.
She hesitated, considering that it could all be a trap but there was something about him - about his eyes - that she believed. She shook her head. "No."
His shoulders relaxed and he appeared relieved.
"Then we must go. Now. Change." He handed her the sack and she pulled out her armour.
She stood and let the furs covering her drop to the floor. Shakuh turned away, facing the door and as she wrestled into her leather armour, she couldn't help but smile and his odd honour.
"You have seen me naked before." She muttered.
"Yeah. And I know what I does to me. Don't want to be that distracted right now."
Despite everything, she smiled at that and felt an odd sense of pride.
Once she was dressed and her bow and arrows were slung over her back, he opened the door of her room slowly. Then he stepped out first, checking the chief's door was still closed and that there was still loud snoring coming from inside. Then he nodded and she followed him as they set off through the longhouse and - finally - out of the door into the stronghold's yard. She was as quiet as she could be, knowing that she would have to be extra sneaky if she wanted to get past the guards.
But then she saw them all. Every orc in the stronghold (except the chief) was stood outside, holding torches and staring at her. Then Shakuh placed a hand on her back and gently pushed her forward away from the longhouse and towards the men. None of them made to grab her or alert the chief.
Shakuh appeared to notice her confusion and said, "We've all agreed. You're to leave tonight before the chief can wed you."
"Why?"
"He says we can't have you." One of the other orcs said. "So why should he? That's how he drove our women away in the first place. Made all these demands and never let us have any of 'em. So go, Imperial. We'll deal with the chief."
Vianna didn't know what to say. In fact, she was starting to feel a little teary that all of them came together to help her. "I...I can only thank you."
"Eh, you've done more than thank us these past two days." Another orc said, grinning.
Vianna spluttered a laugh. "That is true enough. Well then, we must part ways. Goodbye, my friends."
They all murmured a goodbye and Vianna was almost sad to be leaving. They were good men, she realised, deprived of one of the most basic needs and driven almost mad by it. She felt quite proud to have relieved them, at least for now.
Shakuh pushed open the huge wooden gates and followed her outside. He paused, nodded at the men behind them and then closed the gates once more. Vianna stared.
"What are you doing?"
He snorted. "Why do you think I'm dressed like this, little Imperial? I'm coming with you."
"Oh." Was all she could think to say. She found she had no desire to protest at all.
"Got it all arranged. They'll say I knocked out the guards to smuggle you out. That way, the chief'll let them off. And they'll deal with his greed in their own time."
"Right." She felt oddly nervous around him. They began walking down the hill. "Riften is not far. We could stop there for the rest of the night, then decide where to go in the morning."
"Aye. Sounds good, little whore."
She glared. "I'm not a whore."
He smirked. "No, but you turn into one when I touch you."
She tried to glare again but couldn't stop herself smiling and blushing. And damn him, he was right.
F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 12/12
Date: 2013-09-23 04:41 pm (UTC)Keerava was doing her usual rounds. Checking everyone was in their beds and that there was no trouble: domestic or professional. She passed two travellers' doors, both Nords, both alone both silent. Just how she liked it. Then she came to the third door and heard a long moan come from inside.
She should pass on, she knew. But she was intrigued. It was that orc and that Imperial's room and Keerava had never seen an stranger couple. She was interested to see (or rather hear) how they...worked together. She heard another groan, this time louder, and the sound of something being unlaced.
"Hmm." The Imperial's voice was husky, aroused. "Just as impressive as I remember."
"Glad I don't disappoint. Why don't you put your mouth on me, little Imperial? Want to know how good your tongue is."
"You know how good it is. I'm sure I've had you in my mouth before like I did the others." Keerava didn't know whether to be scandalised or amused by the Imperial's casual tone.
"Not me. Wanted to wait my turn. Wanted to wait until I was inside you: cunt or ass."
Then the Imperial laughed. "Oh, you're such a romantic."
The orc began a low chuckle but it quickly descended into a groan. At the sound of sucking and footsteps on the stairs, Keerava smoothed down her skirts and made her way onto her own room.
Best to leave them be.
*
(A/N: Wow. So that turned out to be some sort of twisted romance! Apologies if that went in a direction you didn't want OP...I wasn't really expecting it either! But I hope the smut satisfied at least!)
Re: F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 12/12
Date: 2013-09-23 04:43 pm (UTC)Re: F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 12/12
Date: 2014-10-24 07:21 am (UTC)Thank you again, I'll be in my bunk.