Green Eternity

Another paleskin was batted aside by Xoruk's iron club. The soldier went flying, crashing into a nearby tree. The bark cracked on impact, the human sliding down in a heap.

Thicker and thicker into the crowd he waded, smacking humans aside like toys. He heard several of his brothers cry out "Moktakh!" behind him, the glorious afterlife promised to every orc that fell in battle.

The muscular orc had been fighting for nearly an hour, pushing his large frame to its limits as he attempted to fend off the human group that had ambushed him and his battle brothers. Xoruk's mind raced as he battled; the humans must have laid a trap when word got out he and his comrades were claiming human men as pleasure slaves.

'Slaves' the humans decried. Did they use humans for grueling physical labor? No! As it was written, every human slave was only fit for small chores and servicing orcs sexually. It was sexual slavery, the only moral kind of slavery! His thoughts turned to old memories, as he reminisced about seeing the joy in a farm boy's eyes as he ripped his clothes off and told him wouldn't have to tend the fields another day on his life. It wasn't enslavement, it was liberation! And as every orc knew, any human that had his ass penetrated by the holy cock of an orc was guaranteed a place in Moktakh.

As the battle raged on, Xoruk heard fewer and fewer of his comrades fighting behind him. Once he'd smashed his way to the other side of the human formation, he looked back and his toothy mouth dropped in horror; his comrades lay dead, slain by human weapons, and the remaining humans lined up behind him, pointing their crossbows directly at him.

They were too far away; he wouldn't be able to dodge or attack the crossbowmen in time.

With no other option, Xoruk cried "Moktakh!" and charged forward in one last, glorious attack. The archers loosed their bolts, and a hail of bolts pierced Xoruk's body. He fell to the ground, dead.

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Xoruk rose to his knees. The phantom pain of the bolts still remained as he rose, and he clutched his chest in pain.

The pain slowly faded, and he looked up, his eyes focusing on the vision in front of him. An immense orc fortress loomed on the horizon, far larger than anything ever built.

His heart wrenched. Moktakh. The glorious resting place of the dead!

Xoruk ran forward. The fortress drew closer until he found himself at the base of the immense steps that led up to the castle of the gods. In front of the steps was a massive orc, far larger than any normal greenskin, completely naked and emitting a soft glow from his bad. A long cock, dripping cum, dangled between his legs, and over one shoulder he hefted one battle-axe.

It was Gorgak, Whose Seed Fills Canyons. The Guard of Moktakh. Xoruk kneeled before the warrior god, bowing his head.

"Rise, Xoruk," the orc god commanded. "You have been felled in mortal combat, but your entry into Moktakh is not yet guaranteed. By what right to you believe you should be granted entrance?"

Xoruk puffed out his chest. "I am Xoruk the Enslaver! Scourge of the City of Mogi! My cock has entered the holes of over a hundred men, guaranteeing their place in Moktakh!"

Gorgak nodded with a smile. "Indeed."

He stood aside, holding a hand upward to the fortress. "Your deeds have gained you entrance. Enteral bliss awaits you!"

Xoruk nodded, and ran up the steps. He feel as if his heart could explode as he reached the immense double door at the top, and with great reverence he approached the entrance. As he neared, through the door he smelled the unmistakable, tangy odor of cum. He felt his pants go taught, and he pushed on the double doors ahead of him. They moved aside, and he walked into the light of Moktakh.

Once he was inside, he heard the double doors slam behind him. But that mattered little, as he was awed by the glories in front of him.

The first room of Moktakh was an immense drinking hall, even larger on the outside than the inside. It seemed to stretch on into forever, with countless side rooms, but it wasn't the scenery of Moktakh that amazed him, it was its inhabitants.

Orcs, as far as the eye could see, engaged in endless debauchery. Some were drinking, others were fighting, but most importantly, many were fucking, the air thick with the smell of sweat and semen.

A loosely-connected orgy played out across most of Moktakh. Everywhere, groups or couples of orcs lost in the throes of lovemaking, their massive green cocks sliding in and out the asses or mouths of their lovers. And beyond that, humans. Countless humans, all servicing their orc masters. Every single one of them was nude, save the decorative golden shackles around their ankles and wrists, signifying their status as pleasure slaves. The few humans not involved in sex were acting as servants, bringing out fresh food and drinks from the side rooms of the immense hall.

Xoruk was amazed and exhilarated at the casualness of the orgy. Not a care in the world was given to who was fucking who. He watched two orc warriors cross paths, and with the familiarity of a handshake, one stood behind the other and began to fuck the ass of his partner. Many carried on boisterous tales of their deeds while being blown, and those without a partner at the moment openly masturbated.

That was when he noticed that nearly every orc in Moktakh was nude as well, their muscular bodies on display without shame.

With confidence, Xoruk decided to join them. He pulled off his leather boots, throwing them to the wayside. With another motion, he pulled his fur tunic above his head and tossed it behind him, before finally moving onto his pants. He pulled the fabric down, letting his dick greet the musky air at full mast, and kicked the pants away.

He was now exposed as the rest, and walked forward to enjoy the pleasures of Moktakh. An orc approached him, holding his arms out wide.

"Brother!" he declared, "new arrival?"

Xoruk nodded.

Then let me be the first to welcome you to Moktakh! I am Zhor. And you are...?"

"Xurok," he answered.

The orc seemed surprised. "Xurok the Enslaver?"

"The very same."

Zhor laughed. "I've heard of you! You've sent many humans our way by claiming their souls with your spilled seed!"

The orc turned around, bending over. "I'd be honored for this to be the first ass you fuck in Motakh!"

With no hesitation, Xurok walked over to the presenting orc and guided his tip to Zhor's entrance. He pressed forward, and groaned in pleasure. His hole was pleasingly tight, and Zhor's cheeks expertly clenched his cock when he pulled out, then dove back in.

Xurok began to pound Zhor's hole with a regular rhythm. The pleasure in his loins built, his face becoming flush with heat. With a final pump, Xurok came, and Zhor followed, his cock shooting a line of cum. He felt his warm seed flow into the bowels of the other orc, and after a moment's rest, he withdrew, his member still erect and dripping with cum.

"Xurok," Zhor grunted through pleasured breaths, "You are more than worthy to be here!" He stood back up, turning to Xurok. He closed the distanced between them, embracing Xurok with a long, wet kiss.

After several moments, Zhor pulled away. Xurok turned around, presenting his ass. Zhor immediately lined up pressed into his sphincter. His thick hands clutched Xhuor's shoulder as he fucked him, his cock hitting all the right spots in Xurok's ass. His toes curled from the sensation, and sooner than he expected, the orgasm hit him. He roared with pleasure, clenching his cheeks tight. Zhor followed, grunting and shooting thick, warm ropes of seed into his ass.

After their orgasms tapered off, Zhor pulled out. Xurok turned around and gave Zhor a wet, passionate kiss. They continued for a few moments before Zhor pulled away, and wandered off to find a new lover.

Xurok made his way over to the long table, sitting down on one of the cushions provided next to a group of orcs. Opposite to the table from him, one of them was recounting a story of his bravery. At the same time, he was went over the table, his ass being fucked by another handsome orc as he recounted the tale.

"There were fifty of them!" the orc recalled, "so I knew I couldn't just charge in there. I didn't want to get to Motakh that quickly. Though, if I knew what awaited me here, maybe I would've! I had to wait until-hnnnnng!"

The orc closed his eyes and gritted his spiky teeth as he came, and the orc behind him followed suit. Together they moaned and trembled in ecstasy, and then relaxed. The story-telling orc took a few moments to compose himself, and then continued his story as his partner renewed fucking his partner. The orc kept telling his story, being interrupted three more times by orgasm before he finally finished.

When he did, another orc at the table launched into his tale of bravery of how he claimed ten human men in one night.

Xurok saw a human walking behind him. Though lithe compared to any orc, his body was still well-toned and hairless. His strong prick stood firm, just begging for attention.

He leaned back, and grabbed the human by the cock, pulling him over to the table.

"Slave!" Xurok grunted, "let me get a good look at you."

The human stoically obeyed, letting Xurok guide him over.

Xurok looked up at the slave. Like all the other human in Motakh, golden shackles were placed around his ankles and forearms; in the mortal world, those shackles were usually made of steel. He was pale-skinned and had a pleasingly handsome face with sharp cheekbones. His eyes were an inviting grey, and the short black hair on his head seamlessly melded into a beard that framed his jaw.

Still holding the human's cock, Xurok lifted it up and leaned his head over, licking the shaft. The human's skin tasted amazing! He could only dream what his cum tasted like!

That gave him an idea.

"Slave," he ordered, "bring me some mead."

The human nodded with a smile and walked away, disappearing into one of the side rooms. In no time at all he returned, carrying a large, frothing pitcher of mead. He set it down in front of Xurok, who took no time to grab his pale cock again.

He began to move his hand up and down the human's shaft, his thick fingers working the cock with experienced deftness. The human gasped, but stood firm.

"So, slave," Xurok said as he stroked the human, "do you have a name?"

"Rezum," the human breathed.

"And what's your story?"

The human looked up, as it recounting ancient history. "I was a priest for the Gods of Light. A pantheon in the southern continent. But the temple I lived at was behind no walls, and one day a band of orcs sacked the temple. One of them found me hiding, and fucked my ass raw for several days straight."

"Sound like a great group of warriors!" Xurok commented.

"After that, some other humans arrived a few days later to liberate the temple, and I was killed in the attack. Instead of waking up on the Golden Shores, I found myself in Motakh. They told me because my ass had been violated by an orc, I was now an eternal sex slave to orc-kind. They ripped the clothes from my body and placed these golden shackles upon me, and I have served ever since."

Xurok continued to stroke the human's cock, considering his words. "And what do you think of Motakh?"

The human closed his eyes. "The Gods of Light taught self-denial. Abstention from drink, music, sex...I used to preach of saving souls by refusing the pleasures in this world for some kind of vague 'salvation' in the afterlife. Here, I have those pleasures in abundance, even as a slave."

The human considered his next words. "The slavery makes it even better. In the eons I've been here, I've learned there's nothing more sacred than my sexual servitude to my masters."

"Well put!" Xurok concurred. He quickened his strokes, intending to reward the human for answering his question. The human gasped in bliss with every stroke, the tension rising in his cock. Xurok felt it, and brought his mug of mead over to the tip of the slave's member.

Rezum came, sighing with delight as he shot a thick loads of spunk into the frothy, brown liquid. Xurok collected every drop he could, and when his slave had finished his orgasm, he peered down into the liquid. Cum unevenly circled in the drink, and he realized it needed stirring.

Luckily for him, he had a stirring rod handy, and brought the mug up to Rezum's cock, directing him to stir the drink with his shaft. The slave obeyed, grabbing his prick with one hand to better guide his phallus for a more even stir. After a few moments, Rezum pulled his dick out of the drink, letting Xurok bring it up to his mouth.

He chugged the liquid. The mix of the drink and the slave's cum mixed together perfectly, creating a glorious, creamy mix. He downed the entire mug in one chug and wiped away his mouth. The drink stirred something inside of him and suddenly had had the craving for a tight, human hole.

He gestured to Rezum. "Lay down on the table."

Rezum silently nodded. He climbed up on the long table and laid down on his back. He raised his ass and spread his legs with his arms, obviously expecting what was to come next.

Xurok climbed up on the table as well, setting himself over Rezum, his sturdy arms keeping him raised over the slave. He lined his erection up with Rezum's inviting hole and dove in. He grunted with bliss. Gods, human holes were just so delicious. He began to roll his hips, fucking Rezum slowly and lovingly.

Rezum closed his eyes, tossing his head side-to-side in gratification as Xurok continued to pump his hole, his thick green balls smacking against the crack of Rezum's cheeks. A fat orc cock in a human's ass, where it belonged.

As he fucked Rezum, Xurok's eyes fell down to Rezum's bouncing cock. He reached down, stroking it once more while still stuffing Rezum's pucker.

The pleasure mounting, Xurok increased his strokes, his breaths becoming short and hot. Rezum followed, gazing up at his master with loving eyes, almost demanding Xurok fill his ass completely.

This only emboldened Xurok, and he began to push even deeper into Rezum's ass.

Rezum came first. His back arched from the soul-quaking orgasm, cum sputtering from his cock in long lines, covering his chest as he screamed in joy. The display in front of him sent Xurok over the edge as well, and with a triumphant roar, he found his release in Rezum's whole, letting loose a torrent of cum into his tight hole. His emissions filled up Rezum quickly, and with nowhere else to go, the thick, white liquid flowed out of Rezum's ass and over Xurok's cock.

Xurok laid there for a moment, taking the time to catch his breath, before finally withdrawing his shaft from Rezum's ass. He looked down on the Rezum, his pale skin shining with sweat as his chest heaved up and down with exhausted breaths.

Having totally conquered the slave below him, he stepped off the table, sitting back down on one of the cushions. Rezum lay there in a daze, nearly insensate, and slowly began to drift to sleep, still covered in cum.

Xurok nodded at the sleeping slave, satisfied at the results of his good fucking. His attention turned elsewhere, and further down the table, he noticed a group of orcs he recognized instantly. It was his comrades, those slain before him right before his entrance into the afterlife.

Naked as the other orcs, he could see they were already deep into the glories of Motakh, their tongues dancing across each other's glans and asses.

He stood up, walking down to the table to meet his friends. They greeted him eagerly, and with great familiarity seamlessly pulled him into their orgy, a hungry orc mouth finding itself fixed around his cock. It sucked on it with the skill of a master, and Xurok threw back his head in elation.

Only then did the amazing reality of his situation truly hit him. He, and all the other worthy in Motakh, would delight in the pleasures in the pleasures of the flesh, fucking and sucking each other in an endless cycle of all-male sex.

For all eternity.