A timid human femboy gets rescued by a massive, shemale orc.
WARNING: Contains non-con, and a single scene with non-sexualized gore and death.
In the pursuit of true peace, violence is virtually inevitable. Whether it is a battle between the rich and the poor, nobles and commoners, people of different cultural backgrounds or religions; the desired result is rarely free of bloodshed. It is in our very human nature to fight for what we think is right, regardless of how absurd one’s beliefs might be.
But sometimes people can put aside their differences, at least for some time, in order to fight a common enemy. That’s why, when threatened by beings of arguably even greater power, it is only natural that unity is of utmost importance, for the simple sake of ensuring humanity’s survival. This had long been made evident on the continent of Korilia. Several human kingdoms existed there, and while they weren’t necessarily on friendly terms, they all knew that they were best off if they left each other alone. They all did what they could to stay out of trouble with the outside races, although they all still got their fair share of unavoidable conflict.
The largest human city, Tiafora, was built as both a military base and a trading center, where people of all cultures and ethnicities gathered in peace and unity. It stood at the very epicenter of all the conflict that humanity had to endure, in the one corner of human territory that was closest to the other various sapient species, some of whom they had a neutral relationship with, some of whom were hostile. For this reason, the city’s royal family from several generations back had opted to raise giant walls along their borders, which, under a prolonged time of safety and prosperity had turned it into a giant, bustling stronghold. For the most part, life inside the walls had been good, regardless of social standing.
But on the outside, safety was far from guaranteed. Trading caravans always had to be accompanied by plenty of guards, and they never exited any of the city gates that were facing the territory of any outside races. Those were reserved for troops and reconnaissance forces.
… And of course, the occasional, sneaky youngling with a dangerous thirst for freedom or adventure…
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“These are dangerous times, little girl,” a man stated, his voice hoarse and his tone mocking.
Indeed, these were dangerous times. War times, to be exact. But what was taking place in that moment had nothing to do with any war, at least not directly. It was just a good old ambush, and a rather classic scenario at that, at least at first glance; a lone girl who had strayed too far away from her home, thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to her, perhaps due to intoxication, stupidity, or just an innocent mind. Around her were three men, clad in ragged clothes, dirty, smelly, and armed with crude wooden clubs and hatchets.
“Ain’t no place for a city girl like you,” another one added, his thick accent similar to that of the peasants in the outskirts of the kingdom. “Shoulda stayed within the walls.”
However, what neither of them knew was that despite her pretty, feminine exterior, the petite girl that sat there on the grass with her back pressed tightly against a large oak tree was in fact no girl at all. Indeed, what all three of them had become so worked up over was a young boy, albeit one that possessed more feminine features than most girls. Truth be told, hardly anyone would have seen him for what he really was, especially considering that his clothing of choice consisted of a white dress accompanied by a black corset. Of course, it was doubtful that it mattered to them what gender he was, at least assuming that they were anything like typical bandits. If it looked like a girl, it was good enough for them.
As the men slowly approached him, the boy’s eyes darted around, desperately searching for a way out of the dire situation, but it was hopeless. During his thousands of ventures into the woods, things had never gone this wrong, ever. All this time he had thought that he had known exactly what he was doing, and that the paths he liked to walk along and the flower-clad glades throughout the forest that he liked to visit were all safe, but alas.
He had just finished his weekly flower picking when he suddenly found himself surrounded by the three men, just as stars were starting to dot the evening sky above the tall trees, the dark surroundings making for a perfect place of ambush. It was the exact type of thing that his mother had warned him about, and the very reason that she had forbidden him to go outside the enormous city walls. But the outside was the only place where he truly felt free, and like the little rebel he was he always ignored his mother’s warnings, instead choosing to spend his time the way he felt was natural to him, as far away from human civilization as he could travel on his short legs. And now he was paying the price for it.
“... Help!” he finally called out, in a broken, weak voice, one that the men could never have guessed belonged to a boy. “Someone…”
“Noisy little one, aintcha?” the third man mocked, as he went on to kneel in front of the crying boy, reaching out with a rugged hand towards him. “Looks like we’re gonna have to stuff that mouth o’ yours…”
“No, please, I—” the boy began, but something cut him off. Not a hand pressed against his mouth, not a gag, not anything of the sort.
Despite the danger he was facing, there was something that shifted his attention from the bandits surrounding him. In the ever darkening forest clearing, where the moonlight now only lit up a small area around the spot that he was sitting in, and where the only visible outlines up until that point had been the three men and the enormous trees, something else had appeared, something that remained shrouded in the shadows. It stood directly behind the man in the middle, who was also the one furthest back, towering over him by a good two feet, its shoulders seeming twice as wide as his. The boy wasn’t used to anything other than a carefree life of flower picking and tea drinking, but even so, he knew without a doubt that whatever the mysterious being was, it was dangerous.
What happened next turned out to be a sight that he would never forget, a succession of events that, despite how rapidly they took place, was captured in perfect detail by him. A sudden sparkle in the air above the dark silhouette, like metal hit by the moonlight. That same sparkling object swinging through the air, followed by a sickening noise of cloth and flesh being brutally ripped apart. A splatter of blood across the ground in front of the boy, after which the man in the middle fell over, his torso cut cleanly in two from shoulder to waist.
With wide eyes, the boy stared at the terrified expression on the man’s face, his eyes still moving around and his mouth spastically opening and closing, as if attempting to scream a final time. Blood immediately started pooling around him, as what little sign of life he had just showed quickly faded. The boy stared at him, shocked to the core from having seen a man die in front of his eyes for the very first time.
However, his attention quickly shifted to the second man, who had taken up arms while the boy hadn’t been paying attention, and was now letting out a noticeably distressed war cry as he swung his hatchet against the mysterious creature. But the blade never connected. Instead, what appeared to be the creature’s hand caught the bandit by the wrist with ease, turning his war cry into a whimper of disbelief.
He would quickly return to screaming however, as suddenly, a loud snap could be heard, one that could only mean one thing. Sure enough, not only his wrist, but his entire forearm had been broken in the middle, both halves still attached but bent in a 90-degree angle. The man fell to his knees, desperately clutching the lower part of his forearm, still screaming his lungs out. But not for long. The huge blade of the creature’s unidentified weapon came out of the man’s back, a huge stain of blood forming on his white clothing as a faint gurgle escaped his mouth, before he wordlessly fell to the ground.
The small lit-up area now had two dead, bloodied men lying in it, and a third, living one, standing on shaky legs next to his fallen comrades, his mouth hanging open in fear and disbelief. In his hands was a club that seemed utterly laughable compared to the massive blade that the creature possessed.
Nevertheless, the man raised it above his head as he went in for a swing. “D-die, ya beast…!” he yelled, his tone weak and unconvincing, giving away just how outmatched he knew that he was.
This time, the creature didn’t even have to catch the blow. It simply remained in place, its arms hanging casually to the side as the club connected to what at that height could only be its face. A thud could be heard, but nothing else. The creature didn’t back down, didn’t even flinch despite taking a full force blow that would have knocked most people out, perhaps even killed them.
With a backhanded slap, the vicious being flung the club out of the man’s hand, making it fly away to where recovering it to continue defending himself was out of the question. Then, all of a sudden, a massive, four-fingered hand emerged from the shade, grabbing onto the man’s neck and slamming him to the ground face first, making him elicit a gasp as his lungs were emptied from the blow. He had no chance to catch his breath however, as the creature quickly knelt down, pinning him down with a knee against his back.
Now, for the first time, the boy was able to get a glimpse of what the creature looked like, at least the part of it that had stepped out into the lit up area around him. So far only a leg and two arms, but even that was enough to illustrate just how powerful it was. Its limbs were massive. Muscle upon muscle, huge feet and hands, and clearly possessing far more strength than that of any human he had ever seen or heard of. And while it was difficult to see in the bluish moonlight, the color of its skin seemed to differ from any human ethnic group. It seemed almost… green?
“Wait!” the man called out, ending the boy’s awestruck reverie. “I’s sorry! Please don’t kill me…”
But the creature went unaffected by the man’s pleas. Instead, it casually grabbed him with both hands around his neck, or more accurately around the base of his skull and under his chin, easily overlapping its massive fingers.
After that, the man was quick to realize what was about to happen. “No! Stop! Please stop!”
The boy could do nothing but stare and listen, as the man’s begging quickly turned to screams, then gasps, then, like the last man, gurgles. One look at his terrified face and the froth coming out of his mouth proved that he was in great pain, and it wasn’t hard to see why. His neck was elongating, the veins along it almost seeming ready to burst from the strain it was experiencing.
As for the boy, he only fully understood what was happening when he started seeing skin tearing and hearing bones snapping. A mere moment later, the act would be concluded. In a spray of blood, the man’s head was torn from his body, which promptly turned completely still and lifeless, like nothing more than a bag of flesh under the weight of the huge beast. In complete silence, as if nothing had happened, it held the head up in the air, turning the man’s face towards its own, as if to give it one last look of what could only be resentment, perhaps even pity.
In utter horror, but deep down also a sense of awe, the boy sat silent, pressing his back tightly against the tree as he processed what had just taken place. The creature had torn a man’s head off with its bare hands. And with ease, too. It was like watching a child pull the head off a doll, only in this case, it was without a doubt fully aware of the severity of what it was doing.
With a thud, the head fell out of the creature’s grip and onto the ground. All of a sudden it began slowly walking into the moonlit spot, its huge feet causing slight tremors every time they hit the ground. It stopped maybe a foot away from the boy, presenting itself to him, letting him inspect what the three dead men had tried to take on.
The boy’s eyes had not deceived him in his earlier observation of the creature’s skin color. It was indeed what he had feared: An orc. Not only did it appear to stand at a good eight feet in height, its entire frame was packed with so much muscle that it was a miracle that it didn’t disintegrate everything it touched. It was doubtful that it even needed that massive polearm, or war scythe, or whatever it was that was now resting on the orc’s back, still dripping blood. At least when it came to fighting puny humans.
What was most interesting, however, was that despite its strength, size and overall masculinity, it was evidently a she. Her midsection, while thick with muscle in its own right, flared out in one end in the form of a pair of massive tits, and in the other, a big, round ass, somehow allowing her to retain a beautiful hourglass figure despite her bulky build. Even her fashion sense - if one could call it that, considering it was mostly just leather and chain mail - was like that of a woman, covering only her chest, shoulders, pelvic area and a small portion of her thighs, leaving her waistline and most of her thick legs exposed. Her hair was similarly feminine. Long, black and a wavy mess, it flowed freely across her backside, while four thick braids hung down in front of her pointy ears, two on each side, with spike-lined metal rings attached to their ends.
From out of nowhere a grunt could be heard from the massive orc, almost sounding like a judgmental scoff. Then, at arm's reach away from the boy it knelt down, bringing them face to face with one another. The orc stared at him, her facial expression indifferent, as her eyes seemed to inspect his every feature, darting around up and down, from corner to corner within her eye sockets.
Likewise, the boy scanned the face of his vicious savior, the sheer menace that she exuded causing him to shake like a leaf in fear. And yet, her strange, alien facial features awoke some other feeling inside him. Sure, she had a mean, unsympathetic resting face. Sure, she had a vicious pair of tusks emerging from her strong lower jaw. And sure, the stare of her crimson, glowing irises seemed almost intense enough to burn through flesh. But still, in an animalistic, foreign kind of way, she was attractive.
The boy let out a gulp, still not sure if the orc had come to his rescue or if he was just another victim to her. “I-I… umm… th-thank you…” he stammered, hoping for the former, and that his appreciation would at the very least show that he had no ill intentions.
“Name?” the orc growled back in a thick, orcish accent.
“I-I’m Mylo...”
She continued to stare at him for a moment, before wordlessly leaning in closer towards his face, making him recoil and whimper in fear, his eyes shut tightly and his heart pounding so hard you could almost hear it. Was she going to hurt him in some way? Bite him? Was biting even a common thing among orcs? It would most likely be quite effective, at least judging by the way she looked. She could probably easily rip a man’s throat out with that jaw of hers, not to mention the tusks.
Thankfully, her intentions turned out to be far more tame than that. Mylo still had his eyes closed, but the intense heat emanating from the orc’s face onto his was impossible to disregard, as was the sound of sniffing. He cautiously opened his eyes, still unconvinced that the orc wasn’t about to harm him, but sure enough caught her simply smelling his face. She was barely an inch away from him, her wide nostrils flaring out as she sniffed him all over, moving from neck to cheek, cheek to lips, lips to hair, where she lingered for a surprisingly long time, even going as far as pressing her nose onto his head as she continued to take in his scent.
When she was done, she returned to staring him right in the eyes, only this time with a rather ominous smile. Her thick, green lips parted, after which a series of incomprehensible words were spoken. Orcish, a tongue that the boy had never heard before, and it sounded every bit as savage as he had heard described, as if made to instill fear in other species.
“My name Umora,” she continued. The deep bass in her voice was like that of an earthquake, penetrating the timid boy to his very core. But unlike some of the more masculine guardsmen he had heard in the city, the orc’s voice was far more refined. There was a gentle, womanly softness to it, somehow making for a sound that walked a line between intimidating and comforting.
“P-pleased to meet you, Umora,” Mylo mumbled, baffled over how indifferent she was over the fact that she had just butchered three men.
The orc rose to her feet. “Stand.”
Mylo cast a glance at the frightening face staring down at him from above, realizing at once that any resistance was futile. Reluctantly, he stood up on his muddied, wobbly legs, still pressing his back against the oak tree, clutching the rough bark tightly in his hands. Once standing, the two entered a silent staredown, her with an unwavering, confident expression, while his every characteristic emanated an anxious worry.
His breath was caught in his throat as the massive orc suddenly reached out and wrapped her huge hands around his midsection, easily grasping the entire circumference of his thin waist. Just as effortlessly as she had handled the bandits, she lifted him up in the air and laid him down belly first over her shoulder as if he were a mere sack of grain, knocking the air out of his lungs in the process. Without a care in the world, she then began walking south, deeper into the dark woods and in the opposite direction of Tiafora.
Looking around in a panic, Mylo quickly realized that he was being kidnapped by the massive brute. “No!” he yelped, struggling in her iron grip while his legs flailed in the air. “Put me down! I need to go home!”
“We go home,” she replied dryly, without any further explanation.
“What?! My home is in the other direction!”
“You have new home. In camp.”
Camp? the boy thought, immediately filled with dread as images of a primitive, orcish settlement appeared in his head. He imagined splatters of blood covering the dirty ground, surrounded by crude buildings made of bone and leather, where poor, innocent humans were being kept prisoners before they were killed and cooked.
Now it should be noted that Mylo was not a boy of higher education. Not that it should have mattered in this case, since nearly everyone in the city - peasants and nobles alike - knew a fair amount about the orcs, both in terms of their appearance and culture. Within the walls you would often hear gossip about these “savage beasts”, and about how they needed to be eradicated for the good of the entire continent.
As for Mylo, he had somehow managed to remain ignorant of most outside threats and happenings during his 19 years of a leisure-filled life. Sure, he could probably list a few other species that he knew about aside from the orcs, like minotaurs, trolls and amazons to name a few. But other than the fact that they existed, his knowledge was pretty much blank. What he did know when it came to the orcs however, was that for several decades, they had been at war with the human empire. He wasn’t sure about the details of it, and quite frankly, he didn’t really care, as it was something that he didn’t think was going to impact his life in any way.
But now, he was being proven wrong.
“Help me!” he cried out into the night, as the forest quickly became thicker and thicker, like a dark blanket shutting out any sight of the city walls that he normally wouldn’t stray too far from. Then suddenly, he could feel the orc’s huge hand grab him by the neck, before lifting him off her shoulder and holding him in front of her. He found himself face to face with her in the near pitch-black woods, and despite the darkness he thought he could make out an angry expression on her face.
“You keep quiet,” she ordered, after which she moved her face even closer to his, putting them within an inch of each other. “Or I punish.”
Mylo gulped, reminded of what she was capable of as images of three mangled corpses flashed before his eyes.
“Understood?” she added, ejecting spittle through her teeth from the way she emphasized the word, which ended up right in Mylo's face.
“... Yes,” he mumbled in response, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Almost immediately after he was once again grabbed by Umora’s strong hands around his waist and hoisted into the air. But just before she slammed him down against her shoulder again, he somehow managed to find the courage to speak up a final time. “Wait!”
The orc paused, still holding him up above her, with the same frown from a moment earlier. “What?” she muttered, threateningly tightening her grip around his tiny body.
“... Could you please... carry me a bit gentler at least?”
Umora went quiet for a few seconds, merely staring at the boy with her glowing eyes. She then shifted her grip from his midsection to underneath his thick thighs with one arm, and the other around his upper back, grabbing him by the armpit, after which she pressed him against her chest.
A gasp escaped Mylo's lips as he suddenly found himself with a face full of orc tits, that were covered only, and barely, by a thin strap of leather. Out of reflex he wrapped his arms around her as far as his small arms would allow, grabbing onto the wild, black hair that hung down her back and inadvertently pressing himself even tighter against her chest in doing so.
“No more noise,” Umora grumbled, casually holding Mylo with one hand under his thick buttocks and one around his upper back as she marched on south.
And just like that, his abrupt journey continued. Mylo kept quiet, resting his head against Umora’s muscular chest, her carefree strides causing him to bounce up and down in her grip like nothing more than a piece of luggage. By that point his cheeks were already wet with tears, ones that had been shed in complete silence, in fear of disobeying his new… mistress.
It had all gone so fast. Just a few hours ago he had left his home with a smile on his face, like most times when he had a rare window in his schedule that allowed him to sneak out without too many people noticing. As per usual, his mother’s worry, not to mention anger, went to a degree that he personally found ridiculous, even having gone as far as to call the guards on him. Thankfully, he knew many ways to get past the walls without leaving a trace behind, a result of an entire childhood of running away from his duties.
Then of course… it had all gone downhill. From flower picking in the late evening sun to getting ambushed, to seeing three men get violently slaughtered in front of his eyes, only to ultimately be taken captive. As much as it hurt to admit, his mother was right. Nothing within the walls could have prepared him for anything of this magnitude. He would have been better off staying in the city, regardless of how boring a life it would have been. Hell, even now, getting reprimanded by his mother for coming home as late as this sounded like paradise, and she wasn’t known for showing mercy when it came to dishing out punishment.
But alas, here he was, his face stuck in between the tits of a savage beast as he was carried through the dark woods, possibly to never return home. His only comfort was the intense warmth surrounding him, radiating off Umora’s thick skin, keeping the midnight chills away. And perhaps fear had dulled his senses earlier, as he only now found himself noticing the strong smell oozing off her sweaty body. Most people would probably even have described it as a stench, and rightly so, seeing as how it was strong enough to almost make Mylo faint in her grasp. It must have been the result of days, perhaps even weeks of not washing, and yet she didn’t exactly look dirty, with the exception of a few stains of fresh bandit blood on her shins.
… But much like her brutish, yet alluring looks, there was something intoxicating about the way she smelled. The three dirty bandits had all stank as well, but that was way different, more akin to a sour, rancid, manure-like smell. Hers on the other hand was a concentration of pure, sweaty musk, pungent yet somehow sweet, and perfectly reflecting her looks in the sense that it had both male and female qualities, like she was exuding the very essence of herself. It was one of those smells that had you wrinkle your nose at first, only to have you curiously sniff it again moments later, which was exactly what Mylo now found himself doing.
Still, it could only distract him so much from what was going on. For every second that passed he was brought further and further away from his home than he had ever been, and he was completely powerless to stop it from happening. Any physical resistance from him would probably just have tickled the huge orc anyway, at worst making her irritated.
Before long he could see a light in the distance, emanating from within the forest like a beacon in the night. Umora moved steadily towards it, indicating that this was their stop for the night, and as they continued past the huge oak trees, the source of the light was revealed to be a bonfire within a little clearing, encircled by several logs that most likely served as seats. Resting on top of one of them was a large, metallic war helmet with horns adorning it, the last piece of Umora’s armor, most likely.
“I sit here when you screamed,” she explained. After spinning him around in her grip, she plopped him down on top of one of the logs, then moved to sit a few feet beside him.
Mylo immediately looked around, trying to find any trace of human civilization, no matter how faint a trace it might be. They couldn’t have been further than three miles from the city, so it wasn’t unreasonable that they at the very least were close to a pathway, but there were only trees as far as the eye could see.
“Nobody out there. We deep in the woods now.”
He looked at her as she took a piece of firewood from a little pile that she had prepared in advance and added it to the flames. “... Did you come here alone? Without companions?”
“We spread out,” she said, as she began taking off the sweaty leather straps covering her forearms. “You meet them tomorrow.”
Great, Mylo thought to himself. More orcs. He wondered how similar they would be to Umora… What if they all were as large as her? Humanity probably wouldn’t stand a chance if that were the case, no matter how much more advanced they were when it came to technology.
“What are you doing out here?” he continued.
“We scouts. Looking for human troops and patrols.”
Mylo frowned at her, before turning his gaze to the flames in front of him. “... And innocent people like me, to kidnap?”
“If we can,” she snickered. “But only as bonus.”
“Why?” he asked. “Why do you kidnap humans?”
Umora shrugged. “No orc females for making babies. Need humans.”
Mylo felt his heart sink. With those five words, both of his suspicions had practically been confirmed. The first one being that within the confines of Umora’s leather shorts, she was hiding something that betrayed her otherwise female appearance. Something that, if proportional to the rest of her body, would probably be far too large for most poor human girls to handle.
Which leads to his next suspicion: Just like most people back in the city, the orc must have thought that he was a girl. Though normally, that wasn’t something that bothered him, because at the end of the day, he was the one who chose his own clothing and hairstyle. But in this case he realized that it might have done him a massive disservice, and that she had something rather obscene planned for him. Why else would she have taken him with her?
“But…” he began, timidly looking down at the ground as he prepared for a potential outburst from the menacing orc. “I’m not a girl…”
Umora casually continued laying more wood onto the fire, not even taking notice of his nervous aura. “I know. You have different smell.”
Mylo looked at her again, relieved and confused at the same time. “... So why did you bring me with you?” A few worst-case scenarios popped into his head. Perhaps she was planning on making a meal out of him over the open flames? Or have him do manual labor back at the orcish settlement? Both sounded like awful possibilities, but at the same time none of them really made a whole lot of sense. What kind of slave worker could she possibly expect a little girly boy like him to amount to? And did orcs even eat humans?
Umora turned to him, giving him a sly smirk. “You pretty boy. Skin like cream. Silver hair, gold eyes. Never seen it.” She ran her gaze all over him as she spoke, practically undressing him with her eyes.
Mylo blushed, managing to look even more feminine than he already did. He most certainly was a pretty boy — even he knew that. Back in the city, whenever he walked along the more run-down neighbourhoods, he would often receive catcalls and whistles from drunkards and bums, and doubly so whenever he wore his current dress and corset. That was certainly a downside to the outfit, but he had his reasons for wearing them.
Not once had he managed to attract a female however, at least up until this point. Then again, Umora wasn’t exactly a female. Not to mention, she hadn’t even fully disclosed her plans for him. It probably involved sex, but there was always the possibility that she simply viewed him as a trophy of sorts, one that perhaps could also fill the role of a servant to her, bringing food and fanning her while she rested in between battles.
Ultimately, he decided not to think about it any further. “Umora, please let me go home…” he begged. “My mother is waiting for me…”
“No,” she said. “You mine now.”
“... Are humans merely objects to you?”
Umora raised one of her bushy, black eyebrows at him. “Ob-ject?”
“Things,” Mylo explained.
“Hrm,” she grunted. “No, not things. Slaves. Orcs need you for survive.”
“Slaves…? That’s it?”
Once again casually shrugging, she turned back to simply stare into the fire. “Yes. No more use for you.”
“That’s so cruel!” Mylo exclaimed. “Why not at least… I don’t know… Show some kindness? Love?”
Slowly, she looked back at him, a deep frown on her already intimidating face. “... Love?”
One glance at her face was all it took for Mylo to realize that he had said something outrageous. It wasn’t even a particularly rage-filled expression, more like one of shock and astonishment, as if saying you did not just say that.
“You know how humans call us?” she continued, her tone condemning, and the frown on her face almost showing a hint of despair.
Mylo went quiet for a moment, taken aback by the shift in her demeanor. “I’m… I didn’t mean…”
“Answer me,” she growled, lowering her face to his level, staring into his wide, innocent eyes.
He looked away from her, letting out a deep sigh. “The Green Plague…”
A loud snort escaped Umora’s wide nostrils. “Flattering, you think?”
“... Well… We’re at war with each other. I know you’ve killed a bunch of people—” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before she felt a big, rough hand suddenly grab his chin, turning his face back to hers, giving him nothing short of a death glare with her piercing, red eyes. She breathed loud and heavy through her nose in a way that showed pure fury, blowing hot air onto his face.
“You know nothing of us,” she seethed, feeling the boy squirm as she applied more pressure with her strong fingers.
“I-I’m sorry!” he cried, wincing at the ever tightening grip around his cheeks. “Oww, you’re hurting me!”
She let out an irate mutter before letting him go, her eyes still affixed to him. “Humans lie. They say we savages. We only want to live.”
Mylo caressed his sore cheeks, thinking back to the three men Umora had just brutalized. How she justified that kind of behavior as anything other than savage was beyond him. Not that he should have expected anything more from an orc, who probably spent all her time killing, raping and setting buildings on fire.
“... If you only care about living, then why do you need me?” he spoke up in defiance. “You said that I’m pretty… but I can’t give birth, you know...”
“So?” Umora said dryly, throwing another piece of wood into the flames. “You can mate with humans, no? Make more females for orcs?”
Mylo opened his mouth to retaliate, as if he had already assumed that the orc’s reply was going to be some brutish drivel, but found no words to give. She was right. It only made sense for them to breed humans back in their settlement, as it was probably far harder to come across human females to kidnap as opposed to males, at least during war times.
Umora grinned at him. “You not very sharp, it seem.”
He clenched his teeth in frustration. Was she seriously trying to imply that he was unintelligent? A mere orc? Just because he was a bit ignorant about the ways of their species, it didn’t mean that he was slow in any way. In his mind there was no doubt that he could outsmart a big, dumb barbarian like her. She had him beat in strength and size for sure, but intelligence? The thought alone almost had him cracking up.
And yet, he couldn’t help but look away from her, instead directing his stare into the fire, as a way of hiding his grief. Somewhere deep inside, he had hoped that he would at the very least be treated humanely, perhaps held locked up for ransom with somewhat decent food and somewhere soft to sleep. Instead, he was just a breeding slave to his captor. Nothing but a tool meant to pass on his unusual, feminine looks to future daughters, only for them to bear orcish children.
Suddenly, a slow, menacing chuckle could be heard from Umora. “But you here for different reason.”
He turned back to her, only to see a smug grin on her face. “... Huh?”
“Some orcs want no child, and many orcs like boys…” She leaned in closer to him, putting her lips right next to his ear and wrapping a massive arm around his shoulders. “All orcs in whole world would love pretty boy like you…”
“W-what?!” Mylo exclaimed, his face flushed a deep red. “Didn’t you just say that you only wanted to survive?!” He tried his best to escape her grasp, using both his hands in an attempt to pry off the massive fingers wrapped around his shoulder, but it was like they were made of steel. Once again, he found himself trapped in a cloud of her musky scent.
“Yes, I say that,” she continued, silently enjoying the boy’s futile attempt at resistance. “But life with no pleasure is no life. You humans know this too, no?”
Mylo stopped squirming. “... What kind of pleasure?” He prayed that she only meant something like a massage, or perhaps a washing, but deep down he knew exactly what she wanted.
With an even wider smirk than before, Umora looked at the boy’s cute, worried eyes, enjoying the calm before the storm she was about to unleash on him. She contemplated describing it to him, but figured that her limited knowledge of the common tongue would be less effective than simply showing him. Her eyes trailed away from his, instead fixating on her leather shorts, which, to emphasize, she began gently stroking with the tips of her fingers.
Sure enough, Mylo followed along, only to have his jaw drop the moment he saw what she had guided him to. Within the thin sheet of leather was a bulge so big that it damn near tore her shorts apart. In fact, it had stretched them out so much he could see the base of her cock above the leather, and that alone was enough to have him horrified. He had expected its involvement all along… but nothing could have prepared him for that girth.
“You understand now?”
Mylo looked up at Umora, just in time to catch her running her thick tongue across her lips. “... No, please…” he whimpered, squirming where he sat on the log, his eyes drifting back to her bulge as Umora continued to massage it. “Y-you’ll kill me with that… thing!“
“No worry,” Umora purred, in a strangely comforting tone. Not that anything could have truly comforted Mylo in that moment, of course. “We begin easy. And no run, okay?” With that, she stood up and stepped in between the poor, shaking boy and the bonfire. She loomed over him in all her eight foot glory, the light from the flames encompassing her outline and making her front appear as a dark, menacing giant. “Take off clothes. Everything.”
Mylo gave her a pleading look. “H-hold on a second...” he stammered.
“No,” Umora replied, her cold tone showing her impatience. “I save you. You owe life to me. You do as I say.”
“But…”
“Now!”
He should have known that it was pointless to even try. Swallowing both his pride and fear, he began untying his black corset, his trembling fingers clumsily undoing the knots over his abdomen, all while Umora impatiently watched. Soon enough he was free of it, and went to put it on the ground next to him before moving onto the dress. But just as he was about to slide down his dress’ shoulder straps, Umora grabbed him by the wrists, stopping him from going further.
“I take it from here. Just sit.” Her tone was strangely soothing this time around, as if she could tell that he was embarrassed to undress in front of her.
“Okay…” he mumbled back, letting his arms hang by his sides as Umora slid the straps down his arms. Her massive bulge was but a few inches away from him as she undressed him, and the sheer thickness of what little was visible of her green shaft had his eyes hypnotically drawn to it. Truth be told, he barely registered that she continued to pull the dress down his chest, revealing his pink little nipples to her. Before long his entire torso was out of the dress, and the licks of the cold night winds quickly had him quivering.
Umora licked her lips at the boy’s gorgeous body. Just like that face of his, the rest of him was prime sex slave material, as if the goddesses had worked together to form him in specific. Narrow shoulders, an even narrower waist, hairless, pale skin from top to bottom… and those cute little nipples of his that practically begged to be played with. To think that he was all hers was almost like a dream…
But there was one part of him, arguably the most important one, that she hadn’t seen yet, the one still underneath his dress. “Stand and turn,” she commanded, a slight slur in her words caused by her excessive salivation. The boy looked at her with worry in his eyes for a moment, but obeyed her quickly enough to not require her to repeat herself. She liked that. He understood that she was in charge, and that there was no point in trying to resist her.
But as she gleefully scanned his sexy backside, she immediately took notice of something strange. There was a mark on his lower back, like a little tattoo, or perhaps something that was simply painted on, shaped like the sun. It was no bigger than an amulet, its color a clear white that almost seemed to reflect the light from the bonfire ever so slightly.
“What this?” Umora questioned, gently tapping her hand against it.
Mylo sighed. “It’s… nothing important. Just a tattoo my mother gave me as a child…”
“Why?”
“... I don’t know. She said it had something to do with destiny.”
Umora stared at him for a quiet moment, before shaking her head and letting out a soft chuckle. “Humans strange,” she said. “You have too much belief in nonsense things.”
Mylo couldn’t even argue with that. “... I suppose you’re right.”
“Enough of that,” she continued. “Bend over.”
Without a word, and only a hint of hesitation left in him, Mylo set his hands down onto the log as he bent forward, presenting his butt to the horny orc, thankfully still covered in the bunched up dress. But not for long. Umora wasted no time in continuing to undress him, sliding the dress all the way down his legs until they hit the ground, all while Mylo quietly wept.
Just like she had expected, even his ass was perfect. His choice of wearing a dress made perfect sense after seeing it bare like this, and just how disproportionately big it was on that small frame of his. Pants, shorts, and hell, even most skirts would have done little to conceal his curves, which, under such circumstances, would have been likely to draw the attention of every grown man within the city, his gender be damned.
Umora smirked in satisfaction as she reached out to gently touch the smooth surface of his cheeks, her big, rough fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh much like they would with a pair of breasts. She began squeezing and massaging it, pressing them together, making them jiggle hypnotically. This was all just buildup for the ultimate reveal however, and she made sure to savor the moment before she finally moved on to spreading them apart, revealing his wrinkled little hole that was destined to serve orcish cocks.
As Mylo felt the cold night air sweep across his exposed asshole, he couldn’t stop himself from letting out hushed, girly whimpers. He was close to tears, but he wasn’t going to let himself break already. For all he knew, the orcs might have enjoyed the sound of humans crying as they had their way with them.
But he wouldn’t remain cold for long. The sudden sensation of Umora’s thick, wet tongue pressed against his asshole had him gasping in a mix of panic and pleasure. He could feel her swirling it around, running it up and down, poking it into him in what seemed like an attempt to pierce him, as if beginning the process of stretching him out for the inevitable sodomy.
Umora continued to batter his hole with her tongue, feeling him slowly relaxing more and more, until she finally entered him, turning the boy’s gasping into loud moans of pleasure. She went one step further as she wrapped her lips around his anus while her tongue continued to push deeper, slathering him with her abundant orcish saliva inside and out. It was a bit difficult to eat him out properly with her tusks pressed against his thick buttcheeks, but with some skillful maneuvering it wasn’t a big deal.
Mylo stood there, shivering with pleasure, trying not to make audible noises that gave away how good it felt. He had never experienced something like this before, in fact he had never even masturbated before, innocent as he was. To think that something like having an orc eat out his asshole could make him feel this way made him deeply ashamed of himself, as if he was betraying everything the human race stood for, and that he represented the weakest, most submissive aspects of his kind.
Perhaps he was still under the influence of her pheromones. Whether or not it made a difference in terms of pleasure was unknown to him, but it sure as hell seemed reasonable at the moment. Although it wouldn’t surprise him if this was something that Umora had done hundreds, if not thousands of times with previous slaves, and that she knew that it was the ultimate way to break them in. She had a skilled tongue, that’s for sure.
But then, just as abruptly as she had started, she retracted her tongue from him and pulled her head back, leaving his asshole soaked in drool. “Good quality,” she said, giving his ass a light slap, sending ripples through his soft flesh.
Good quality? he thought to himself, reminded of how peasants in the city would often refer to their cattle in a similar manner. “Are you gonna… umm… use it right now?”
“No,” she replied, reaching for the waterskin she carried on her hip. “Only prepare.”
Mylo watched over his shoulder in an attempt to catch a glimpse of what she had in store for him. “... What are you doing?” he asked, watching her unplug the container.
She gave his ass another slap. “No look!” She stared at his speechless expression as he reluctantly turned away from her, before moving on to the preparation. With one hand, she spread one of his buttcheeks to the side, while the other one pressed the spout of the waterskin against his butthole. She could feel the boy’s squirming abruptly come to an end as she pressed on the skin’s surface, his butt tensing up the moment the content began filling him up.
Mylo shuddered at the strange feeling of the slimy, lukewarm liquid entering him. “W-what is that…?”
“Lubricant,” she replied, one of the most complex words she knew in the common tongue. “Made of orc spit and precum. Perfect for sex-slave.”
Mylo had nothing to say in response. He was grossed out, but more than that he was relieved, and also quite surprised, that the orcs even used lubricant at all. Then again, how else were they supposed to have anal sex? Well, if they wanted their sex-slaves to stay alive for more than a few days, that is, and from the way Umora described her people, they weren’t as cruel as the rumors would have you believe. Mylo still had his doubts, though.
Once finished, Umora threw the skin on the ground, giddy and impatient to continue accommodating his asshole to what it was made for. Out of the little pouch she carried on her hip, she pulled out a new item, while making sure that Mylo wasn’t looking. She held it in her hands, contemplating whether or not it would even fit, but reasoned that it would simply have to, if she were to be able to stuff the entire length of her cock inside him at some point.
It was a buttplug. A primitive one, made by orcish hands, but not looking crude or uncomfortable in the slightest. Sure, it wasn’t made out of glass, like the adult toys sold at various underground stores in the human kingdom, but it was well crafted, made out of hardwood and covered in a layer of shiny, polished resin.
Wasting no time, she lined its tip up with the boy’s slippery asshole and began pushing it inside, telling herself that regardless of how much resistance there was, she had to keep going. Even when he started whimpering in pain and trying to crawl away from her, she kept going at it, holding him in place with her free hand around his thigh while he continued to struggle.
She could see his wet orifice slowly widening around the middle part of the ovoid-shaped wood, requiring her to use more and more force as it progressively got thicker. Then, finally she went past the halfway point, and from there she didn’t need to do anything else. His asshole greedily swallowed up the rest of the buttplug, his pink ring sliding down the tapered end of the wood until the flared base was wedged between his buttcheeks.
“There,” Umora said, giving the plug a few taps to make sure it was stuck properly. “You ready for orc cock tomorrow…”
Mylo stood there on all fours, sweating and panting from the searing pain he was forced to endure. He couldn’t believe that this was reality, that he really had been reduced to no more than a sex-slave… for a damn orc. Perhaps multiple ones.
“Can I please… go to sleep now?” he murmured.
“No,” Umora shot back. “You gonna make me cum.”
A shiver went through Mylo‘s spine, as he slowly turned around to look at her. “Huh…? But… you said we would do it tomorrow!”
An evil grin spread across her lips. “You have other hole, no?”
“W-what?...” Mylo said, his bottom lip quivering in fear. “No, please don’t…”
“Quiet,” Umora commanded, pointing on the ground in front of him. “Sit.”
“Wait, I—” was all the boy had time to utter before he was cut off, as the orc suddenly took a step closer, putting him within inches of that massive thing between her legs. The scent that her body had been constantly emitting washed over him again, only this time with a hundred times the intensity. And it’s not like Umora as a whole had somehow gotten sweatier and stinkier from simply sitting next to a fire. No, there was no doubt about where this new, stronger smell came from. It was a hundred percent orcish cock-musk, seeping out from the gap over her leather shorts.
“No more complain,” Umora threatened, her arms crossed under her massive chest. “I force you if I must. You understand?”
Mylo let out a deep sigh, staring at the bulge in Umora’s shorts, which seemed to be growing even bigger. Nevertheless, he sat down on his knees like she had instructed, awaiting the reveal with a heart pounding like never before, mostly in fear, but somewhere deep within there was a faint hint of curiosity. With that said, he wouldn’t stay curious for long.
Umora let out a chuckle as she went on to grab the waistband of her shorts. And just like that, she pulled them down in one swift tug, letting her massive cock flop out into the cold night air. To her surprise, however, the reaction she got from the boy wasn’t one of horror or disgust. Shock, for sure, but there almost seemed to be a hint of… awe.
Indeed, Mylo‘s facial expression was almost completely blank, and yet within his stunned, wide eyes there was some other emotion. The thing hanging in front of his face was nothing short of an absolute monster. He couldn’t believe his eyes as they scanned it, starting at the base and traveling down, feeling as if he would never reach the end, but finally arriving at her thick, dark-green glans half covered in skin that was a shade lighter in color. It still swung back and forth slightly from having been so abruptly exposed, although it was clear that it was engorging, quickly filling up with blood and rising up, despite its outrageous heft. It didn’t take long for it to reach its full size, jutting out straight from her body, with occasional throbs making it swing in a small arc up and down.
But surprisingly enough, its size wasn’t the most overwhelming aspect of it. Now that it was free from its tight clothing, its smell was even stronger, invading Mylo‘s nostrils like something out of a witch’s cauldron… only with a far more intoxicating scent, with faint traces of semen and urine mixed in with the musk and sweat. Breathing through his mouth didn’t help either, as it stank so much that he could actually taste it. And not only that: He could literally see steam coming off of it into the chilly air.
“You humans all same,” Umora stated, the amusement on her voice almost palpable.
“... Uh… wha…?” Mylo slurred, feeling the masculine scent of her cock practically melting his brain.
She chuckled at his dumb, drooling facial expression. “You all love smell of orc cock… Nobody can resist.”
“Th-that’s not true!” he protested, and yet he immediately resumed taking in more and more lungfuls of it.
“It is true. You meant to be slaves of us. It is destiny of all humans.”
Mylo couldn’t believe his ears. Humans being slaves? Nonsense! They were proud beings, they would never let themselves be ruled by a species as primitive as orcs.
But as much as he would like to lash out at her, all he could do in the moment was pant like a bitch in heat, his eyes glued to the huge, green, orcish cock in front of him. He cursed himself internally. Why was it so hard to resist it? The smell was disgusting… for the most part at least… And the size… He could never take something like that, no human could. The whole thing was well over a foot in length… probably more like one and a half, thick as his forearm, and covered in huge, pulsating veins.
And that’s when he realized what was going on. There was only one explanation. Pheromones. It had to be. Because how would orcs be able to properly breed with humans if they didn’t have a way of subjugating them first? Although, to think it would be this effective…
It appeared that Umora had started to run out of patience, grabbing Mylo‘s platinum blonde ponytail in a tight grip. “You not believe me? I show you.” With her other hand holding on to her cock, she shoved his stunned face right towards the tip, his nose pressed directly against her wet piss-slit.
Mylo almost fainted within seconds as she held him down, forcing him to breathe in an even more concentrated dose of orc-stench. Despite how much he would have denied it, he had never felt more horny in his life. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel the sweat dripping down his chin and his comparatively minimal, but equally as hard cock throbbing and leaking.
Maybe just a little lick…? he thought to himself, parting his trembling lips and extending his tongue towards the precum-drenched glans. I mean… I don’t want her to punish me...
“Ooh,” Umora moaned at the sudden tickle on the tip of her cock. “Good slave…” She let go of the grip she had around his ponytail and instead began gently petting him on the head, like a little reward for saving her the trouble of giving him instructions. Then, he surprised her once again, as he continued to not only lick her slit, but the entire surface of her exposed cockhead.
The salty, savory taste of the mix of body fluids on her cock instantly spread out in his mouth as he licked the moist head, a far stronger flavor than he could ever have anticipated, but not a bad one by any means. He still moved with hesitation, but even so, it was surprising to him that he was able to pleasure her like this without feeling immediate disgust for both her and his own actions.
“Do same with these…” Umora purred from above, gripping the middle of her shaft and lifting it up, away from Mylo‘s still moving tongue.
Confused, Mylo looked up at her as his worshipping was brought to a halt, before his gaze landed on what she was showing off to him. They had been there all along, out of his focus perhaps, but still just as prevalent as her cock. A pair of massive, green balls, hanging halfway down her thighs, their surface slick with sweat. Under normal circumstances he would probably have felt intimidated merely by looking at them, at how much of an alpha they made Umora appear to be. The amount of testosterone produced by those things must have been ridiculous.
But now, they only filled Mylo with one emotion: Lust. It was hard to know to what degree her pheromones had affected him at this point, but as he looked at them, he couldn’t help but think that they were absolutely beautiful. Their size, roundness, smoothness, their shiny, dark-green surface… All in all, they were prettier than any gemstone he had ever seen. And for some reason he was hit with a sudden desire to taste them, as if to explore more flavors of Umora’s sweaty body.
He slid forward on his knees, until he could feel the heat radiate off her balls onto his face, pausing for a second to admire them up close. With trembling fingers he reached out to hold them with his palms, the warm, copious sweat they were coated in instantly transferring to his hands and beginning to run through the gaps of his fingers and down his forearms. He shuddered as he lifted them up, in awe of how heavy they felt. Each of them must have weighed a few pounds.
Sticking out his tongue, he pressed his face towards her balls, grinding it from side to side against their surface like a complete degenerate, lapping up as much as he could of their salty flavor in the process. He ceased all movement momentarily, his nose wedged in the little cleft between her nuts while holding them tightly against his cheeks, taking deep whiffs of her delicious smell that was quickly transferring to his own skin with her body fluids that coated his face. His own sweet, flowery scent was quickly being erased by something far more animalistic, and he didn’t even mind the change, really.
But still, as expected, he had never felt as much shame as in that moment. There he was, his face full of fat orc balls, his eager mouth licking and sucking the sweat off them, while an equally fat cock rested on top of his head. Deep down he was screaming at himself to stop, that he was a proud human, and that something as simple as the chemicals released by this lesser being shouldn’t be able to affect him. But he just couldn’t stop himself. He kept on sniffing, licking, sucking, like there was no tomorrow, trying to justify it in his head by thinking that he would be forced to do it regardless.
“Already broken,” Umora taunted from above, standing tall and proud over her latest catch. “You weaker than all my past slaves.”
“N-no…” Mylo moaned, his voice barely audible underneath the massive cock resting on top of his head and the huge balls pressed against his face. “You’re wrong…”
Umora let out a deep, bassy chuckle. “You lie. You already willingly worship me.”
Mylo stayed quiet. Who was he trying to fool? Sure, he was forced to do all this, and if given the opportunity he would probably have escaped, but it was doubtful that even Umora had expected the enthusiasm with which he was obeying her. All it took to make him go at it was one single command, without even a need to give him any further instructions on how to please her properly. She already seemed pleased with him.
It was easy for anyone to find out what kind of person Mylo was with just a quick glance, with an exterior that perfectly reflected his personality. His narrow and short frame reaching just a few inches over five feet, his thin limbs and small hands, and the constant cute, timid look on his face... It was a look that screamed of weakness and frailty, and he was no different on the inside. He had always been an innocent little thing, easily scared and easily tempted, so who could blame him for his inability to withstand the orc’s… seduction? Even the most headstrong, hardened warriors would have found it difficult.
“Enough,” Umora commanded abruptly. “You swallow my cock now.”
Mylo‘s tongue ceased its movement immediately upon hearing her order. He remained still for a moment, his dazed state of worship being overtaken by fear over what his captor was about to do to him, but he knew not to linger for too long. Retracting his tongue and lips from the spit-shined balls and leaving a string of saliva between them, he slid out from underneath Umora, giving her one last begging look.
Umora glared at him. “What you waiting for?”
He reached out to grip the hefty cock, salivating from the touch alone, not to mention the scent of her musky glans that he once again aligned with his face. After pressing it to his nose to give it one last sniff, he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking on it, his tongue lapping up every drop of precum that she offered him. Right away, he could hear the low, throaty moans coming from Umora, and as he looked up at her for an additional visual cue of his progress, she was already looking down at him with a wide smile on her lips.
“I know you want orc cum…” she said. “You curious of taste…”
He popped her cock out of his mouth, his cheeks red in embarrassment. “No!” he protested. “I-I’m not…”
“All humans love it… Sweet like honey, thick like pudding…” She pet his head as she spoke, running her rough, green fingers through his ponytail in an almost loving, motherly fashion, as if wanting him to calm down enough to give the flavor of her thick cum an honest chance. Of course, he was going to end up drinking it regardless, and she knew that he would love it instantly. Weak, girly boys like him were always the easiest to tame, standing absolutely no chance against orcish means of seduction, whether it was through flaunting their huge tits, asses, and often even their cocks, or through the scent and flavor of their body fluids.
Mylo found himself unable to shake the way she had described her semen. Could it really have a sweet flavor…? It was actually tempting to have a taste of it after all the salty precum and sweat he had been swallowing… It would be the taste of freedom from any more of this humiliation, at least until the next day, and the goddesses knew he was desperate for a good night’s sleep.
With a newfound sense of determination, Mylo doubled his efforts in bringing the savage orc to orgasm. He opened his mouth as far as he could, taking in even more of the thick glans inside it, while his tongue teased her little frenulum underneath. Even when he found himself unable to widen the entrance of his mouth any further, he simply pushed himself forward, using the sheer size of the massive cock to pry his jaw open the last bit, until finally, the entire head was lodged inside his mouth, his teeth stuck behind its rim.
Umora found herself taken off guard by the sudden pleasure. “O-ooh…” she moaned, going cross-eyed and gripping the boy’s head with her big hands. “Good slave…”
Despite gagging almost instantly from the tip of her cock pressed against his throat, Mylo used his tongue and lips to his best effort, sucking and licking whatever surface he could come into contact with while unable to move back and forth even a tiny bit. At this point, the uncontrolled moans that Umora began uttering weren’t even necessary for Mylo to know that he was on the right track; the huge increase of precum that was now flowing into his mouth was indicator enough. He had barely been at it for ten seconds, and he had already been forced to swallow numerous times.
“You not done yet, pretty boy,” Umora purred, gently applying more pressure to the back of his head. “I said ‘swallow’...”
With an expression of pure horror, Mylo looked up at her pleadingly as she attempted to push her cock deeper, but only receiving a smug grin in return. In an attempt to stop her, he pushed his hands against her abdomen, even though he knew he didn’t possess nearly enough strength to make a difference. Sure enough, he could feel her cock forcing its way further in, flattening his tongue and tonsils to make room for itself, making him retch and convulse violently.
“Mmm, you tight!” Umora growled. It might have seemed like an impossible fit, but she knew perfectly well how her body worked. The boy was one of her tightest slaves to date, that was certain, but that wouldn’t matter much when it came to what happened next. Just as the descent down his throat began, her cock started compressing slightly, making for a tight, but manageable fit, allowing her to continue deeper than what had initially seemed physically possible.
Mylo‘s urge to throw had never been so strong, and yet he was no longer even gagging. Perhaps it was a sign that he was about to faint, as it seemed like his entire body had given up on even trying to resist her, his arms dangling in front of him, his eyes rolled back… He was thankful that he at the very least was able to draw in a tiny amount of air through his nose, but that as well was getting increasingly hard.
When Umora had reached the halfway mark, she was satisfied. She started rocking back and forth with her hips, repeatedly pulling out a few inches before immediately plunging them back in, moaning and grunting with each thrust. She was quick to realize that this was her best throat-fuck yet. Not even a minute had passed, and she could already feel an orgasm building up, one that would easily be substantial enough to serve as the boy’s dinner, while still having a lot to spare for… a little makeover, you could say.
With cheeks that had turned a dark green in arousal, Umora looked down at her slave, biting her lip as she took in the view. There really was nothing like seeing the look on a human’s face as she shoved her massive cock down their throat, their stretched out, pink lips around her dark-green shaft making for the most beautiful contrast imaginable. And it wouldn’t be long before another color was added… She could feel her huge, undulating balls practically aching with a need for release, her potent sperm in an uproar to mark the boy as their cumdump.
And Mylo noticed it too. While he may have been close to unconsciousness, he could feel a violent throbbing, stretching his throat out even further, and those low moans coming out of Umora’s mouth had turned into something bestial, almost frightening. He looked up at her past the massive tits jutting out, at the deep lines on her frowning face and the drool hanging off her lips and chin… Yeah, he knew he was about to get filled up real good.
Umora hissed between her teeth as the boiling sensation in her balls built up more and more, her hips continuing to swing back and forth with ever increasing speed. There was drool flying all over the place from her cock’s violent plunging down her slave’s throat, treating him like nothing more than the little human sex-toy that he was. She could feel him convulsing even harder around her arm-thick shaft now as his lungs cried out for air, but ultimately, it only ended up giving Umora the last push that she needed, his tight, wet insides practically milking her.
“You drink my cum!” she commanded, giving a few last, quick thrusts. “Drink like good slave!” With that, she shoved her cock in one last time, so that it was once again firmly lodged halfway down her slave’s throat. Then, she finally got her release, her balls drawing up against her pelvis as they began emptying themselves. As if a full bottle had been shoved into Mylo’s gullet, her thick, orcish cum began spewing out, straight down into his hungry little stomach.
He couldn’t believe the amount he was being injected with. No way… he thought to himself, feeling the thick, scalding fluid flowing down his throat. There’s soooo much cum… Mere seconds after she had begun unleashing, Mylo could already feel a huge, warm puddle forming in his stomach, and there seemed to be no end in sight. Her cock kept throbbing over and over, spewing more and more semen down his throat each time, even to the point that he could feel his belly expanding slightly, as if he had stuffed himself with a bunch of food.
He had never felt as weak as in that moment. The way she held his head in place with her big, strong hands, the way she practically roared with pleasure while he gagged pathetically, the way she looked down at him, her face somehow managing to look prideful and smug despite her draining orgasm… All while her one and a half foot green cock broke him in for the first time, branding him as nothing more than a slave for a savage orc.
Suddenly, Umora changed her grip to Mylo's platinum-blonde ponytail with one hand, while the other grabbed her cock mid shaft. “Ungh, you taste now!” she grunted, pulling his head and her hips in opposite directions, retracting her cock from his tight throat with a wet slurp, still cumming furiously. “Open mouth!”
As much as he wanted to bend over and throw up all over the place, Mylo had to endure it a little longer, lest he would risk angering his orcish mistress. With his mouth agape, he was only able to cast a quick, cross-eyed glance at the massive, throbbing cock in front of him before his face was painted white, forcing his eyes shut. It was quickly made apparent that Umora had not been lying about what to expect from her strong seed. It covered him in a thick, pudding-like layer, its heat almost scorching his skin, all while he struggled to swallow whatever she managed to land in his mouth.
Why…? he thought to himself as he gulped down over and over. Why does it have to taste so good…? Perhaps comparing it to honey was an exaggeration, but it was easily one of the tastiest things he had ever had, sweet and creamy like a dessert at a high-end diner, with a hint of a salty bitterness to it. And his hunger that had been building up for quite some time? Gone.
After several mouthfuls of the viscous fluid had been added to the already large pool of cum in his stomach, Umora was finally drained. With a steady trickle still oozing out of her tip, she stood there, even more sweaty than before, looking down at her slave with a big, satisfied grin on her face. Truth be told, it was hard to even see his facial features anymore with that thick layer of white covering him, but it was most definitely a look that suited him. She had really outdone herself, even covered his hair and chest with her semen.
“Good job, slave,” she praised, her tone calm and soothing, as if her wild temper had died out with her orgasm. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, tucking back the unkempt, black hair that hung across her glistening face, before pulling her leather shorts back up, letting her limpening, cum-drenched cock flop inside them with no intention of cleaning it first, adding to the stewing mess that was her genital region. “You pass mouth test.”
Mylo barely registered her words. He just sat there, completely drenched, exhausted, and… horny. Really, really horny. His tiny little dick stood straight up, a bit of stray orc-cum covering part of its surface, the mere heat it radiated onto him feeling better than his hands ever had. Hell, he was close to orgasm himself, with no other stimulation than just that.
But as much as he would have liked to rub one out right then and there, he was far too tired to do anything else than catching his breath, his eyes closing as he felt himself drifting off, almost tipping over where he sat. That is, until he felt Umora suddenly grabbing him by the legs and pushing them together, aligning his feet next to each other. He opened his eyes and watched as she took out a rope from her pouch, before she wrapped them around his ankles and began tying them together.
“... Why are you tying me up?” he mumbled. At that point he didn’t even possess the energy to struggle or protest, in fact, it was draining to even speak.
“We done for now,” Umora said, her eyes focused on tying him up. “Long travel tomorrow. We need sleep.”
“Why do you need to tie me up for that?”
Umora glared at him, a half-smile forming in the corner of her mouth. “I not stupid. You escape if I don’t do it.”
“No, I won’t…” Mylo said. He wasn’t lying either. By now, he knew better than to get on her bad side.
“Mhmm, okay…” Once done with his legs, she grabbed him by the arms and pulled them behind his back, tying his wrists together with a long enough margin in between them to allow him to comfortably bring his arms to his sides.
Mylo let out a yelp as he suddenly found himself lifted off the ground, with Umora’s strong hands gripping his armpits tightly. She sat down on the ground, letting the boy remain in her lap while she reached for his discarded dress a couple of feet away. He watched as she began crumpling it together into a ball with her rough, sweaty hands, perhaps ruining it forever.
“What are you doing…?” he asked weakly, far too tired to let his irritation show.
“You ask too much questions,” Umora said. “I’m making pillow.” She put the little ball of white fabric onto the ground, not too far away from the bonfire, its flames slowly but surely getting weaker. She lay down with her head against the “pillow”, her arms wrapped around the boy’s cum-drenched torso, bringing him with him. While she had to make do with the dirt beneath her as a bed, the timid little boy could at least be allowed some comfort during their first night together, in the form of her firm, yet soft body. She held him tightly against her chest, both tits on either side of his face, while he quietly lay on top of her, his breathing heavy and his body limp.
It was well past midnight. Now, while the sounds of sex no longer echoed through the woods, every other noise was like a faint symphony, bringing a sense of peace to the pair. The songs of the crickets, the fluttering wings of crows and ravens, the distant howling of a wolf, or perhaps a stray lycanthrope… It was the perfect combination of sounds to listen to while enjoying one’s afterglow, at least according to Umora. As for Mylo? Well, let’s just say that the drunk cheering from the city streets would have been preferable, not to mention a warm bed. But it could have been worse.
With a content smile on her face, Umora stared up into the starry sky. “... Slave?” she said.
“... Yes?” At that point, Mylo had already closed his eyes, and even hearing her voice was tiring.
“I like you. You good for sex.”
Mylo blushed. “Thank you…” he mumbled. Truth be told, he wasn’t being entirely sarcastic. He had, after all, tried his best to please her, and had she not liked him there was no telling what she might decide to do with him.
No more words were uttered after that. Saying good night and other such formalities was rare for an orc, and Umora was no exception. She simply closed her eyes as she began drifting off, with her slave serving as her blanket for the duration of the cold night. She looked forward to tomorrow… And to some extent, she suspected that he felt the same way, deep down.
Mylo was surprised to notice that, judging by the loud snoring coming from his mistress, she had actually managed to fall asleep before him. Not that it would take long for him to follow suit, but he had a little… distraction to deal with. Several, in fact. One being the cloud of her sweaty stench that he was trapped in, and the other being the warm, sticky seed that coated him. A lot of it was still stuck to his face… Around his nose and mouth...