Among the Vay Pt. 02

Abby turned toward the orc woman, who was watching them so impatiently she practically vibrated.

"Let's go," said Abby.

"Oh can we? That's so generous of you. Try to keep up or I'll have one of the orcs carry you."

The orc woman turned and strode out of the tent and Abby followed. Maya stared at the tent flaps for a long time after they closed around her sister, swallowing her up.

...

Abby followed the orc woman at a slow, controlled pace. She wanted to appear confident in front of the woman. Despite the woman's threat she eventually slowed down to match Abby's pace. Abby took it as a small victory. The camp bustled around her as they walked. Orcs and women were going through the same early afternoon chores Abby saw as she walked through her village. The larger orcs ignored her, totally focused on their tasks or on the women directing them, but every woman she passed gave her a glance. Some looked angry, though she couldn't understand why. This wasn't her idea. A few of them looked sympathetic. Then there were some wry smiles. One of the younger women even winked at her. She remembered one of Maya's bridesmaids winking at her sister in exactly the same way as they prepared her sister for her marriage bed. Abby blushed the comparison.

As she walked she turned inward, going over what was happening in her mind. She always marveled at how complex people were. She was continuously amazed that she could have two completely opposite reactions to the same thing. She was never of one mind about anything. She contained multitudes.

Looking back, from the outside her life in the village had been idyllic. She had a good profession far better than the drudgery of the farmwives and housewives that surrounded the village. She had a sister who loved her and would die to protect her. They were a team that faced the world and made a place in it together. She had overcome an illness that should have killed her. She was respected and loved in the village for her kind nature, her intellect, and her faith.

But she lived in her sister's house, in a room by herself. Maya was larger than life. Loud in everything she did. When Maya and Daniel made love, Abby always knew. The scraping of the bed against the floor, the moans of their voices, the cries escalating in speed and volume and passion. Every time Abby heard them her body would light up like a bonfire. Her mind imagining she was in her sister's place, Daniel moving over her, crying her name. Sometimes she even imagined getting out of her bed and running to their room to join them both. For months after they first got married she couldn't sleep, wound so tight by what she heard through the walls. She was tortured by frustration and shame after they were done. She slept so poorly her sister and Daniel had thought the sickness was coming back. She was too ashamed to tell Maya it was a new sickness and that she was the cause. One day she found the spot between her legs that could give her release. She became an expert at matching her sister's rhythms, bringing herself to finish just as her sister's own frantic cries rang out. It turned out sex and laughter were the two ways she was just as loud as her sister. She always locked her jaw and covered her mouth with her other hand whenever she came, but she was always terrified they would hear her even over the loud cries from the next room.

She worked with Daniel every day and when he wasn't looking she would drink him in. The set of his shoulders, the hair on his arms. She drew a perfect picture of him in her mind so at night she could make her fantasies as realistic as possible. Maya caught her looking once, but instead of being angry, feeling threatened by her interest, she had just smiled and raised an eyebrow. The idea Daniel could be interested in her never even occurred to Maya. Abby had been mortified, blushing to her hairline. She didn't let a bit of the frustrated rage at her sister's dismissal peek out.

And then there was Darren. With that gangly frame and that wide, earnest smile. Darren was more like her than Faye: quiet, deep and compassionate. She had given Darren shy smiles and tried to talk to him about the latest book she had read, but Faye always managed to pull his attention away with the casual ease of a lifelong flirt. It was so obvious to her Faye never loved Darren. Everyone's insistence that they all pretend she did was another example of the dual lives people lead, the lies they told each other constantly. She could only watch as Faye wound Darren around her finger and took him away from her. Her fantasies changed at night. She still imagined being with Daniel, but Darren started creeping in too. Those smoothly muscled arms around her, her hands on his chest. Sometimes she would have both of them. Sometimes her sister or Faye was there too.

And now she was being marched to the tent of the orc warlord who had destroyed their home and torn those men from her life. He was going to take her, rip away the chastity she had maintained as part of her faith, and put a child in her. Part of her wouldn't stop screaming.

But it was a surprisingly small part. Just one voice in a chorus. A larger part of her was thinking that she was finally going to be in someone's arms. Someone who was so good in bed Faye was willing to throw away her entire life, and Darren, without a second thought just to be with him. She was finally going to experience for herself what she had only imagined while watching those closest to her with frustration and jealousy, and shame at that jealousy. And the best part of all was that she didn't have to hurt anyone. No matter how much the dark, sinful part of her envied those closest to her she loved them too much to ever try and ruin what they had. She could only hate herself for envying them in the first place. She could never have acted on her feelings for Daniel, never hurt her sister that way, and even in her anger at Faye for taking Darren for herself Abby loved her too much to sabotage her and Darren. But now it was going to be different. A man was going to have her and she would share him with those she loved.

So as she made her way through the camp and the glares and the knowing looks of the orc woman washed over her she was as terrified as any good maiden of the faith was supposed to be. But that spot between her legs also started to throb. It was against everything she had been raised to believe. She couldn't count the number of sins she would be committing if she went to this fate willingly. But after years of frustration and loneliness it was hard to care.

Finally they reached what she assumed was Glenn's tent. When she stared at the opening whatever fear she had disappeared. She didn't have a choice about what was going to happen to her in there. Whether it was through force or mind warping sorcery she was going to end up on her back with a man between her legs. The only choice she had left was how she was going to face it.

The armored orcs pulled back the tent flap for her and the orc woman took a breath. No doubt her captor was about to growl at her to get in there or else, some demand or threat. Before she could form the words Abby strode forward into the tent.

Inside Glenn looked up from the table he was sitting at and smiled at her. He was just as handsome as Faye had said, and he was lithely muscled just the way she liked. The pulse between her legs deepened. She took a deep breath, noting the hazy musk that permeated the tent, and started to untie the front of her dress.

"Good morning," said Glenn, "My name is Glenn. Would you like to...?"

She pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion, dropping on the floor next to her. Goosebumps broke out on her arms as they were exposed to the air.

Glenn's smile vanished, "What are you doing?" he sounded a little panicked.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shift, "This is what I'm here for, isn't it?"

"Yes, but...I mean... don't you want to talk first?"

He vanished for a second as her shift went over her head. She was very aware of her breasts as they were pulled up by the rising shift, only to snap back into place afterwards, pulling at her upper chest. Glenn's eyes were wide. He had noticed too.

"We can talk after," She said, "I've waited a long time for this. I don't want to wait anymore."

He threw back his head and laughed a wild laugh. It was edged with hysteria, "This has never happened before," he sounded confused and amused in equal measure, "I like you..." he trailed off, raised an eyebrow.

"Abby,"

Glenn had regained some of his poise, "Ah, yes, I remember. Faye told me about you. I don't think she gave me an accurate description."

"I'm trying something new."

"I see. This is certainly a good time for it," Said Glenn. He was still grinning, looking extremely amused.

"Faye told me about you too," said Abby.

She stood meeting his gaze with back straight and head held high, wearing only her maiden's vestments. She held his gaze for a few seconds then started walking toward him.

"Oh really, what did she say?" Asked Glenn.

"That you were gentle," She tried to sound as bold as she was acting but her voice sounded small and uncertain in her own ears.

Glenn gave a grave nod, "I will be."

"And that that you were handsome and smart."

He laughed again. As she approached the musk got stronger. It made her head light and her nipples stiff.

"I hope live up to the description," Said Glenn.

She had reached him. He stood and took a step towards her. This close his presence was almost overwhelming despite his slim stature. She reached out, pulled at the tie of his robe, and pushed it off. His body lived up to the promise hinted at by the glimpses she had of his chest. He was smoothly muscled all the way down. Darren was nothing compared to what was revealed before her. He even had a line of muscle right above his groin that she didn't even know could be so chiseled. She glanced down at his cock and licked her lips. It didn't look particularly big, but it was the first one she had seen so she didn't really have a basis of comparison. It still made her excited and nervous to think it would be in her soon.

She reached out and trailed a finger down his chest and he shuddered. His cock got a little bigger. The scent got even stronger and she breathed it in. It sent creeping tingles down her body to pulse between her thighs.

She leaned over and kissed him, opening her mouth immediately and taking in his tongue. She sucked on it and he made a low deep grunt that vibrated the inside of her mouth. The vibration drew out a small high noise from her in response. She sank into the moisture of his lips, the sandpaper scritch of their mouths moving over each other. She had read the lips were one the most sensitive parts of the human body. Now she knew it for sure.

She didn't know how long they stood locked together, but after an endless moment he broke the kiss. She looked up at him, breathless and light headed. The nutty scent of him enveloped her, heating her body and sending shivers over her skin.

He took her hand and led her to a soft bed made of many pillows and knelt in front of her. She felt his breath wash over her thighs.

He looked up at her. His yellow eyes were bright, "Are those maiden's vestments?" He asked.

She stared down at him, "You know about that?" Somehow she didn't think orc woman followed the same tradition.

He nodded and gave her hand a squeeze, "You're not the first good temple girl I've captured and brought to bed. If it's your first time I'll be extra careful."

She bit her lip and nodded.

Her maiden's vestments were just a pair of plain cotton panties. The local clothier always tempted her with more attractive versions, with lace and ruffles, but she never saw the point. Despite their plainness they were actually more revealing than regular undergarments. The crotch and back were just small triangular scraps of cloth that barely covered her. Instead of slipping them on, the the waistband was thick string that was strung through loops on the sides of the cloth and tied with a complicated knot. The knot represented her commitment to the scriptures. To remain chaste and pure until her wedding night. She tied the knot every morning while saying the prayer of the maiden. Every four months she was examined by the holy sister at the temple to make sure she had remained chaste and then given a new spool of string to tie the knot for the next four months. Not every woman in the village was devout enough to practice the maiden knot. It was a hassle to tie properly and the examination was unpleasant, but to her it was another symbol of her dedication to the gods that had done so much for her.

As she got older she started to view the knot differently. It became a symbol of her failure, another tie binding her to a life alone. A year ago when she had gone for her seasonal examination, the holy sister had given her a sour look as she examined her. When Abby asked what was wrong, the sister had said, "The book dictates we remain chaste, but it also charges us to increase the flock."

Abby had gone home and cried in her room for hours. After that tieing the maiden knot went slower and the maiden's prayer left a bitter taste in her tongue. Abby still tied the knot every day. She kept her faith even when the world tested her

And now this handsome orc was kneeling in front of her like he was going to propose, feeling the knot with his long, nimble fingers.

"Will you untie it for me?" Asked Glenn.

"No," Replied Abby.

That was part of the tradition too. On your wedding night you were supposed to untie the maiden's knot for your new husband, offering yourself to him. Untying it before then was a grievous sin. Superstition said if a man tore the string the maiden would be cursed and blighted with disease. She had heard of girls who had snuck off with a boy only to run screaming when their illicit lover became frustrated trying to untie the knot and tried to tear it.

Glenn raised an eyebrow, "No?" He asked, "You offer yourself to me and you balk at this?

She ran a hand through his thick curly hair, "I offered to sleep with you, not marry you. If you want me you're going to have to earn it."

This was his loudest laugh yet. He threw his head back and it spilled out of him. It reminded her of Maya's laugh.

When the laugh was finished he looked up at her again, "I could just tear it."

"You could, but I expect better of you. I thought you were supposed to be smart."

He nodded, "That is true. I do have a reputation to uphold. Very well."

He fought both hands to the knot and untied it in seconds.

She stared down at him in shock. The every temple sister designed their own knot, taught painstakingly to her flock when they came of age. The sisters from different temples competed to make the knots as complex as possible. It had taken Abby weeks to learn to untie hers easily.

"How did you do that?" she asked

He smiled up at her. He held the ends of the string together in his hand, "Some magic can be done with complicated knotwork. It's a skill I've worked hard at."

"So you really are a sorcerer?"

"Oh yes," Said Glenn. He peeled away her panties, exposing her completely.

Her hand went to her groin. The hair there was fine and dark, and she was intensely aware he was the first man to see it.

He took her covering hand and kissed the back, "I like to think I'm a man of many talents. Let me show you," He brought his mouth between her legs.

She was confused and thrown by the odd sensation of his nose and mouth rustling through her fine pubic hair. Then his nose found his that spot between her legs. She jumped in surprise. His nose was quickly replaced by his tongue. Her entire body flexed as the tension in her belly flared up with incredible speed. She threw her head back and grabbed her breasts and squeezed, driven along by the sensation his lapping tongue sent into her. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. Her hands flew off of her breasts and into his hair and she crushed his hair between her fingers hard enough to make him grunt. She pressed his face into her crotch insistently, hoping she could press more of that wonderful shooting sensation out of his tongue.

She gasped again as his tongue actually slid inside of her. Sending a whole new sensation deep into her core. She became aware of the space inside her his tongue was exploring. It was a part of her she rarely thought of, rarely felt, and now it was going to become a part of her life for the first time.

He explored around inside of her more and she breathed hard as she felt his tongue massaging her opening. Then he brought his tongue back out and ran it over her lower lips, which were already wet and swollen from his attentions. He licked up the creases of her thighs and sent sparks shooting into her belly. Then he brought his tongue back to her clit again and began to lick her in earnest. He was more methodical this time. He kept changing his rhythm and tempo and the amount of pressure and listening to her cries, feeling the trembles of her body, until he found her own unique song. He tuned her like instrument, his tongue teasing out chords of fire and pleasure and sensation. His tongue was more delicate and sensitive than her fingers could ever be, and its rough, bumpy surface was so much more stimulating than her smooth fingers. Abby closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on what was going on between her legs. Her world became glenn's tongue and her clit and the glowing pool of tension in her groin. Her knees started to get weak, and a particularly strong swipe of Glenn's tongue buckled them slightly. Glenn noticed and put a hand on her back. The other cupped her ass. Trusting him, Abby let herself collapse into his hands. No human man could have supported her from that angle, the strength it would require would be too much, but glenn held firm and placed her gently on the bed of pillows, not breaking the rhythm of his tongue for even a moment.

The steady press and swipe of Glenn's tongue, the breathtaking feeling of freefall as she let herself collapse into his arms, and thinking of the strength he needed as he supported her fall sent her shooting to the edge of climax. She had only just settled into the nest of pillows when she came. She grabbed her breasts again and screamed. It was long and loud and exultent. For years she had climaxed quietly in the dark, hand over mouth and fear in her heart. At long last she was able to express the pleasure burning between her legs without fear of discovery. For once she didn't care who heard.

Slowly the orgasm died down and she sagged into the pillows. Glenn was still licking her clit and she put a hand on his head to let him know he could stop. He looked up at her, grinned, and wiped her juices and hair from his mouth.

"I love how loud you are," He said.

"R-really?"

"Oh yes. It's a beautiful sound, and it makes me feel like I've done right by you."

She blushed and covered her face and smiled, embarrassed and delighted in equal measure.

He felt her sliding up her body, positioning himself over her. The warm relaxing glow of her climax faded a little as she realized it was time.

He looked down at her and must have seen her feelings on her face, "Nervous?"

She gave a quick, sharp nod.

"Don't be. Remember, I'm gentle, handsome, and smart."

She laughed.

He smiled and then stroked her hair, "I can't promise it won't hurt at all, but licking you first will make it easier, and I can promise any discomfort will be nothing compared to what you experience after."

That promise drowned out a lot of her fear and she felt excitement in rekindle in her chest. She smiled up at him. He leaned down and gave her a deep, long kiss. And when he came up for air she was breathless and relaxed.