Orc Ch. 04

She dared herself to look the beast in the eyes, communicating that she would not make this easy, that she was not afraid. But, in his eyes she did not see death or rage; instead it was like looking into a piercing mirror that cut through her enforced defiance. Misty saw what she herself had been feeling over the last twenty-four hours; loss, need, denial and desire.

With her unrestricted hand she reached down to pull off her pants, only managing to get them over her hips, "Fuck me," she hissed, futilely trying to get them down further.

Language might have been an ambiguous barrier, but the orc understood and with his further reach and Misty's assistance managed to get the pantalets around her ankles hastily. Misty clung to the orc's shoulders and neck and spread her knees apart as far as she could. The orc did not need any further invitation and since he had no, and possibly never even brought, any clothes all he had to do was lift, angle and drop.

Misty sighed out a mewling breathy moan as the orc's member travelled into her molten depths. A different sigh of relief made its way through her mind, thank goodness she had had the horn so badly all day, if not the orc's girth could do her harm if unprepared. In fact it had done so previously despite foreplay and had taken restorative medicine after the act to fix the damage her unaccustomed body had suffered. The smoldering heat of his intimate flesh within hers however, reminded her it was totally worth it.

Balancing and grasping her by the small of her back, the orc drew Misty down upon his cock rattling a sound of satisfaction as he did so, the moist heat a balm to his need at least temporarily. The girl stretched up to kiss him, but he jerked his hips upwards feeding more of his non-human length into her, making her gasp and spasm. After recovering from the jolt, Misty gave the orc an accusatory glare before trying again, parting her lips and inviting the kiss this time. He met her glare with the dark pools of his eyes that were at once alien and unreadable, but also more soulful than they had any right to be.

Caught unaware by the swirling inky blackness she felt a surge of emotion she could not identify and an unbidden, "I'm sorry," was let slip, "I shouldn't have just-"

The orc thrust and Misty cried out, open mouthed unsure which pair of lips were spread wider, her labia spread broad, crinkled around the thick base of his dark cock. Not giving her any chance to recover he began to bounce her with short stabs, his glans nudging repeatedly against her innermost fathoms.

Unable to do anything but cling on as the orc took her, but angry over the interruption she managed an incensed, "Well fuck you then."

"Misty?"

Shit, her mother.

"Misty, what is going on in there? If you've brought a boy home I swear to all the gods you'll be freezing and starving before the week is through. And I'll make sure no-one takes you in, you'll be slut shamed all over the province!" The thundering voice approached from the hallway, old floor boards creaking against footfalls.

The peasant girl took an unruly breath and thought fast before calling back, "I had a fight with Kentin, mother. I'm upset and I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone."

Misty desperately brought the orc's attention to her face, "Shhh," she hissed at him.

The beast man gave a low chuckle before slowly raising Misty up his still metal hard erection.

"Let me get rid of her, it should only take-" the orc brought her back down roughly, bringing her from empty to full in a split second and clamping his tongue and teeth around an ear, "Oouuuuuughh, fuck, uuuunnnnnhhh."

"Misty?!" her mother burst through the door to the image of her daughter impaled and squirming upon the naked horror of an orc. She did not have time to scream.

Moving faster than either woman could grasp, the savage lifted and dropped Misty, stunned, onto her bed and rounded on her mother. Hunching his shoulders bestially and raising a hand to strike, the orc snarled, baring his sharp teeth. The mother stared, slack jawed in terror. The orc feinted towards her; Misty's mother fainted towards him.

The orc caught her limp form and gently lowered her to the floor onto her back.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Misty breathed, unsure whether to be terrified or relieved.

He ignored her, instead stalked over to a corner of her room and dug out a small sack he had hidden behind a rickety cabinet, fishing from it a fistful of leaves.

"What is that?" she shakily pulled her legs underneath her into a kneeling position.

The orc ground the foliage using his palm as a mortar and deposited the results into Misty's mother's lolled open mouth. "For sleep," he rumbled at Misty who was trying to decide whether or not she should be panicking or not.

"Now you're speaking kingish again, you bastard?"

"For sleep," he repeated started lifting the unconscious older woman, "help."

Truth be told, the orc did not need any help carrying Misty's mother, however if he had just dragged her off he would expect the human girl to cause a ruckus. By enlisting Misty's aid with returning her mother to her room, he created complicity. He needed her to trust him, just a little, enough for what he intended to do with her tonight.

Together they carried the unconscious parent back to her own room where the orc dumped her ungraciously onto the bed. Still holding her mother, Misty fumbled to make the crash landing be as less jarring as possible. The resulting kerfuffle left the older woman splayed over the bed and her daughter hunched over her awkwardly, leaving her bottom and puffy cleft on show. The orc wasted no time in taking advantage of her exposed position, which he had advertently created and crouched down to push her knees apart and take a long hot lick along her swollen labia.

Misty's sigh turned into a sputter as her eyes refocused and her vision painted a picture of her mother's tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"Ack!" She slapped the brutes hand away as he tried to curl them around her hips. "No," she stood herself up as straight as she could manage and pointed to the door, "My room. Go."

The orc gave her one of his long lingering looks that usually spelled trouble, Misty had enough time to think 'Shit', before he grabbed her round the waist and kissed her. She barely managed a quick intake of breath before his mouth found and claimed hers. He forced his tongue past her lips before she could even think of resisting and compelled her to taste him, a warm and spicy headiness mixed slightly with her own cream, and she could not help but suck lightly at the hot flexible muscle. She fleetingly wondered what his cock would taste like before his hands found her ass and thought was temporarily lost as he aggressively pulled and squeezed the soft flesh, sending jumps and starts of pleasure through her.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. She barely registered the brute striding out and she must have fallen backwards as she found herself sat on her mother's bed. What was more was that her hand was between her legs slowly rubbing at her clit. She continued diddling her sensitive nub allowing the warmth to rise and her breath to catch before she regained enough wits and willpower to stop.

This was not good. An orc was in her home. She had heard that in some townships allowing an orc into your house was punishable by public hanging and she knew well enough that many would call for exactly that. 'If they found out'. Misty held to that thought. The orc was obviously a skilled woodsman and a capable hunter. He would not have been seen entering if he had not wanted to be and he could similarly leave without drawing attention. All she needed to do was give him what he wanted and try to be quiet about it.

However, although she briefly considered it, she was not a girl who just let a man have his way without getting anything back. That was not who she was. Besides she was developing some kind of understanding with the orc, it was an understanding based on mutual lust, but she at least felt they had reached a certain standard of communication and a shaky respect.

She quickly retrieved her father's dirk from the place her mother had poorly hidden it under her bed. The respect for cold steel was probably healthier than the shaky type. Misty quickly checked her mother for harm, and finding none, tucked her into bed securely. Whatever the orc had given her was working; her wheezing snores were proof of that. Misty wondered how long they would last, long enough for her to be fucked senseless, she imagined and she knew that exactly that would be happening. Her breath came out quivery and Misty became aware of the fact that she was frightened. She had to go back to her room and deal with an orc, which in and of itself was taboo and illegal, and the orc was the most lascivious person she had ever met.

However, that was not what frightened her. The law was always something she had skirted and although the consequences for getting caught were much greater it did not concern her overly. Nor did the fact that the orc was more than capable of overpowering and forcing her wherever and however he chose, but he would not. Misty could have been killed or kidnapped many times over by now, but she was not. She was not afraid of the orc, she was afraid of herself.

Misty was proud of the fact that all of her previous lovers had been friends or otherwise a traveler or wanderer she had shared a brief bond with. She only fucked people she actually liked. Over the years this had led to a coterie of boys who understood that Misty was not the type of girl who wanted exclusivity. She rarely slept with the same lad twice in a row and she did not play favorites. Of course some could or would not understand and this had led to jealousy and vows of undying love. Whenever this happened and they ignored Misty's protestations the fellow would be taken aside by those who understood the rules and have them explained; sometimes less gently than others.

Misty had loved those years; the sex had been, on average, great. And besides Kentin, who was fortunately perpetually sexually unavailable, she had avoided any individual emotional attachments. Those years had passed, however, and her group of boys had had adulthood and swords thrust upon them and been sent to fight in the Border wars. She doubted many if any would return home alive and the waste of it made her furious and the likely loss of their lives and the definite loss of her lifestyle filled her with despair. Kentin and Hen were good friends, but she did not think Kentin could change and the township needed the dwarf more than Misty could feel comfortable asking for herself.

Then over a couple of days this orc barrels into her life. In the past when she was horny she would take her pick like shopping in the market, almost on a whim. Now she was hungry for only one specific piece of meat, her earlier fumble with Kentin non-withstanding, and the idea that only a single man could scratch the itch was terrifying to her. Misty had taught herself never to need any one person, especially for sex. Now the orc in the next room over was waiting for her and she wanted nothing more than to go to him, unequivocally him, and make him cum into or over her and leave him a ragged panting mess. And she still did not even know his name. Fuck.

She would just have to control the situation and herself, "Right," the girl said to herself, "I can do this."

Misty took the steps back to her room slowly, trying to be quiet on instinct and awkwardly aware of her nudity and arousal inspired flush. She grasped the hilt of the short sword tightly, not kidding herself that it would serve as any kind of protection; she even doubted a pair of fully armed guards would be much use either if she had had any to hand. No, the dirk was a statement of intent and not, Misty hoped, a threat that the beast man might react badly to.

He had left the door ajar and was sitting on her bed fiddling with his bag of cantrips. Misty hoped the sleep leaves were the worst of what he had brought and that he had some of the healing ointment for the aches she expected to wake with tomorrow morning. Slightly hunched and a look of mild boredom on his face, he looked almost normal, an everyday sight. As soon as he noticed her however, the bag was put aside and he was standing tall and proud moving with hunting cat grace. His lithe and supple muscles rested tightly underneath his dark and dappled skin, and his large, even when soft, penis that swung weightily with the sudden motion.

Misty's mouth actually watered and she suppressed a tremble, instead leaning casually as she could manage against the door frame, "Well, here we are again."

Eyeing her nakedness hungrily, the orc took a long stride towards her, yet Misty raised the blade she had secreted behind her back and said, "Ah ah. We'll be doing this my way."

The orc grunted in exasperation and she could have sworn he rolled his eyes despite the difficulty she had discerning his pupils. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to one side in an approximation of 'Well?'

She patted the flat of the blade against her shoulder and ordered, "Kiss."

The brute laughed once and softly, a rumble that almost made Misty smile. She resisted though, instead raising her chin haughtily and tapping her shoulder again.

Raising his hands in what Misty almost certainly knew was mock surrender; he approached in equally mock caution. He bowed his head low enough to give a brief peck of her shoulder blade. Misty had expected a move like this, however and caught the back of his head with the little purchase she could find with his short prickly hair and whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "You know 'Kiss' then?" Unwilling to wedge the short sword there she instead used a couple of fingers to briefly stroke the side of her throat, "Kiss."

This time the orc did not need encouragement to linger and planted a collection of warm moist spots that blossomed into hot tingles all over her neck. "Mmm, that's good. Here was me thinking Kentin might be able to bring me off, but that just seems silly now," she shakily sat the small sword against her breasts, "Kiss."

"Kentin?" the orc pronounced the name haltingly but understandably.

"Not important. Kiss." Misty demanded huskily, irritated that his lips were not on her skin.

Instead he interlinked his arms and lifted her, carrying her the few short steps to her bed; dropping her on her back there. "Kentin?" he said again.

"No." Misty stated forcibly, a little worried that the dangerous beast had latched onto the name. She needed to change the subject back to her body. She hunched her shoulders forward, framing and lifting her breasts and gave him the sulkiest pout she could manage, "Kiss?"

She could see the conflict in his eyes as he frowned down at her. His gaze flickered between her batting eyelids in challenge and the soft cherry capped mounds causing his eyes to grow hungry. Her nipples were puffed up and darkened with blood unashamedly begging for attention. For a moment the two of them held their breaths as the silent battle was fought. Then the inevitable happened and his lips began surveying her generous bosom. Men are easy.

His tongue brushed a messy tapestry on her plush skin before the beast forcefully sucked at her breasts, stretching and pulling them. The girl sighed her approval at the orc's loss of restraint and whimpered when he bit her sensitive nubs. She scratched at his shoulders and spine as she arched her back for him and she felt the hot excitement of his erection pressed against her leg. His greedy supping of her tits sent delightful jolts through her body that once again coalesced in her womanhood. Misty needed to cum.

She tried pushed him downwards towards her sex,

"Kiss my cunt," she hissed, however, the beast resisted and brought his mouth back up to her neck.

She brought the dirk up carefully in an endeavor to point it to her sex, "Don't tease me. I want you there. Kiss." The orc continued his feigned ignorance and instead took her wrists, the sword with them, and slowly but firmly put them over her head, spreading her taut.

Misty exhaled in exasperation and attempted to push him down again, yet he held her arms fast. He stopped her next complaint with a quick peck on the lips before he went back to her chest, lavishing it with attention she wanted focused elsewhere. She felt his hands working around her wrists and tried to twist to see what he was doing, becoming nervous. Then he distracted her.

The orc rubbed a palm firmly over her vulva, spreading her nether lips and leaving her thighs and pubic hair sodden with her arousal. She ground her hips against his hand scandalously, instantly heedless of his other hand that worked at her wrists. It was not her first mistake of the evening, but it was probably her worst. She reveled in the feel of his skin against her most tender place: it was leathery without being callous, rough without being overly abrasive. He worked a circle around her mons pubis, avoiding but directly teasing her clit. Before the frustration grew too much, his fingers found the axis of her pleasure and Misty gasped as she was wracked with a paroxysm of sexual gratification.

The girl was possessed by an urge to grab his cock. Sure, she wanted to control the sex and take her pleasure first, but she wanted to share her rapture. Mutual pleasuring was a big deal to Misty, it made the love making more intense and her partner deserved it even if he was being an ass. His other hand was now cupping a breast so she should be able to-

Fuck. Her wrists were bound and tied to the bed and the sword was no longer in her grasp. On second thought she hoped his dick fell off.

She strained against the binds, "Take this fucking thing off," she grated at the orc.

Misty was not necessarily against restraint games, just not with strange orcs whose names she did not know and whose sanity may be in question. She looked to each side, checking the ties. The beast had fashioned them from her own linen and the knots, though she was not an expert, felt and looked proficient. She should be able to tear herself free, but it would take time. The orc loomed above her and she did not know whether or not she had that time. No, this was too much.

"Stop."

If he understood, he feigned ignorance, testing the pliancy of her large breasts and spilling them back and forth. Misty attempted to twist away; the orc took the opening to grab her by the small of her back and lift her teats to his mouth. The girl growled in frustration, twisting further so that she was almost on her belly. The beast rumbled threateningly and pulled the girl back towards him; however instead of the soft feminine flesh he was expecting he received a hard feminine head butt to the chin.

He did not reel much, indeed she suspected that she had hurt herself more than the orc, however he did stop.

Quenching her fear, she said without quiver, "I told you to stop."

Time slowed as a hundred different grisly outcomes flashed through the girl's mind. What would he do?

The smallest upturn of the lips crossed his lips and he quickly turned his head away to hide what she could only assume was a smile.

"What the-", Misty was not sure if the smile hidden from her was hiding embarrassment or malicious intent.

The orc backed off, but remained on the bed. They were both silent and still for a long moment before he spoke, "Misty, not hurt."

"Not hurt." the orc repeated his reassurance.

The girl shook her head, "I want to trust you, but you're a big fucking scary magical water monster."

He shifted slightly, but otherwise said or did nothing in reply.

Another moment stretched by and she felt the cool air settling on her nudity. "Why do you want me so badly? You're mad to have come here."