The Exile's Path Ch. 05

"Well, what if I said I wanted to pump a load of cum in my chief's ass?" said Reld cheekily. "Would we have to fight then?"

"Ha!" scoffed Tula. "This whelp clearly does not know his chief! I shall milk the seed from your cock with my ass and you will make me cum as I do so!"

"Huh, I guess you can keep being chief then," laughed Reld as he slowly pulled his swollen dong from Tula's now slightly gaping cunt. The lad then placed his tumescent glans against the rosebud of Tula's sphincter, marvelling as he felt it flex against the sensitive skin of his penis as if trying to draw him in. "Being in your tribe seems to have some perks," he grunted and began pushing into her anus.

Greased with their combined fluids, Reld's dick slid into Tula's welcoming butt like a sword into a scabbard. The youth watched hungrily as his cock was devoured by the orc's anus. Despite the ease of entry, Tula's arse gripped him firmly - the orc had not been lying when she threatened to milk the cum from his balls.

"Put your hand on my clit and get to work," commanded Tula after giving the youth a moment for his member to grow accustomed to its new home.

"Yes ma'am," grunted Reld, barely able to get the words out. He'd fucked Tula's ass before, but every time his cock invaded that sinfully exquisite tunnel it felt like it was the first time. With his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, Reld leaned over Tula's back once again, one hand going down between her legs, the other latching onto a succulent tit.

Their second coupling of the evening was less frenzied than the first. Tula braced her hands on their bed, her ass raised, while Reld languidly sodomized her, pumping his cock through her sphincter with slow relish. As he fucked her, his hands worked over her heavy, swinging titties and erect, swollen clit. The rhythmical squelches of Reld's dick sliding back and forth in Tula's arse and the soft *paf paf paf* of his skin smacking against hers was almost hypnotic and the two enjoyed their carnal workout in silence, but for the occasional satisfied grunt or content moan. Only after some time had passed in companionable quiet did Reld finally speak.

"So -uh- what do -uh- you think -uh- Fiona's -uh- planning?" said Reld, steadily pumping away at his chief's sumptuous ass.

Tula had been resting her head on her arms, her eyes closed, while the boy made use of her butt. The slow, deliberate strokes of his meaty fuck-pole felt exquisite and her cunny was freely dripping juices in jealous emptiness. The lad's fingers had nursed her pleasure button to the point where she was on a cusp of climax, but she fought the temptation to orgasm down, choosing to enjoy her leisurely assfucking.

At the lad's question, she opened her eyes and looked back. "I think it is a good thing to help a friend," breathed the orc. "I do not know what her plan is, but I would rather work for a trustworthy comrade than a merchant I know nothing of."

"That's true," agreed Reld, pausing his humping. "I like her. I don't think she'd get us into too much trouble."

"The only trouble is that you have stopped!" growled Tula. "I was enjoying your work! Continue!"

"Yes ma'am," replied the youth sheepishly, trying to conceal the eagerness with which he resumed plundering her anus.

"Ungh! Good!" grunted Tula as the boy got back to work.

With Reld's fingers back on her clit, It did not take the orc long to grind an orgasm out of her desperate cunt - the hefty dick in her butt and its slow, steady pace had her on edge. With a rumbling sigh of relief, Tula climaxed. A warm flood of female ejaculate splattered past the youth's furiously rubbing fingers, splashing against Reld's swinging balls. Her cunny spasmed in delight and her ass clenched and flexed as it milked the cock ensconced within it.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" groaned Reld. Tula's anus was like a hot, silken vise around his distended organ, squeezing and pulling on it as if the delectable hole was trying to suck him deeper inside.

Still riding out the divine waves of her orgasm, Tula's pleasure doubled as she felt scalding spurts of sloppy jism jet into her butt. Reld's cum-hose pulsed and throbbed as it ejaculated, massaging her anal walls while it deposited a prodigious amount of slimy fluid into her bowels. The orc had taken many varied cocks in her ass; the girthy, orcish organs of her old tribemates, the impressive fuck-sticks of visiting goblin merchants, even a visiting minotaur had spent some quality time in there (with the aid of some goblin ale) while she had been chief, to say nothing of her numerous human customers during her recent career as a whore. Nevertheless, the greenskin never tired of the exquisite sensation that was a hefty shaft hosing cum into her ass.

Thoroughly spent, Tula collapsed forwards onto the bed, with Reld following her down to lie atop her, breathing heavily, cock still twitching weakly in her butt. Tied together like that, the pair wandered off to sleep.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast, the pair hoisted their sacks to their shoulders and stepped out into the street. Just as they were about to set off, however, the former fisherman paused and cast a long look back at the shack that had been his home for his entire life. The rundown structure was practically worthless, especially now that it had been all but emptied of anything even approaching value, but Reld still felt a pang of sorrow in his chest.

"Come on, boy." Tula spoke softly, her hand on Reld's shoulder. "Let us go see what kind of job Fiona is proposing."

Reld turned to his friend and gave her a nod and a smile and the pair set off toward the smithy, the morning sun on their shoulders. Once they reached the dockside inn, Tula paused. She handed her sack and weapons to the lad.

"Can you take these for me? I must inform Danton about my change in occupation."

Reld acquiesced with a bob of his head, shouldering his comrade's light burden easily and continued the short walk to their dwarven friend's house while Tula entered the tavern.

"Well shit, I'm sorry to see you go!" exclaimed Dan, after the orc had explained her career change. The large man was leaning on the bar. The common room was empty that morning - even the rough looking 'travellers' Tula had seen the day before seemed to be absent. "You're a real good egg, Tula. I'll miss you."

"Thank you for letting me work here, Danton," replied Tula. "I shall remember you fondly as well, although I may be in town a few more nights, so this may not be the final farewell."

The big man looked around at the deserted common room before returning his gaze to the orc. "Look, let me know if I'm out of line here," he began, conspiratively, "but I'd love to have another ride before you go, if you're up for it. Don't tell Victoria, but I've never had a fuck like you before. I'd pay the standard rate, with a bonus!"

Tula couldn't help but smile at the jovial man's eager compliment. "Will your wife not be upset if she catches you with me? You won't even have the excuse of 'testing out a new whore'."

"She's in the kitchen cooking up the day's grub," explained Danton.

"Very well, you dirty old man," laughed Tula, walking around the bar. "But you must be fast," she added, pulling down her shorts, "I cannot dally here all morning."

"You're a gem!" grinned Danton, hastily undoing his trousers and freeing his fat cock.

Tula bent over the bar, spreading her legs. Despite her stoic demeanour, the orc had to admit she felt excited by the changes her life was going through - the risky job Fiona had proposed and the life of a mercenary she was entering left her feeling like a young warrior on the eve of their first battle. A quick stuffing from Danton's broad breeding-stick had no lack of appeal.

"Consider this a parting gift, old man," sighed the greenskin as she felt Danton rub his hardening dick against her moistening cunt-lips. "You can keep your coins."

"I'm really going to miss you, girly," grunted Danton, pushing his broad glans into the orc's warm fuck-hole. Tula responded with a grin and a firm clench of her cunt, eliciting a groan from the heavy-set innkeep.

"Keeping busy while I slave away in the kitchens, I see!"

Danton and Tula looked to the side to find Victoria at the kitchen entrance, her hands on her hips.

"Oh dear!" groaned Danton. "Darling..."

Despite his forlorn pronouncement, Tula couldn't help but notice the barman kept his swollen member right where it was.

"Don't you 'darling' me! What is going on here?!"

"It is my fault," interjected Tula. "I came to let you know that I would be leaving town and... well..."

The orc's explanation seemed to mollify the innkeep's wife somewhat and her expression softened.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear you're leaving," said the blonde woman. "Once you've finished with my lecherous husband, come round to the kitchen and say goodbye. And you, mister," she added with a pointed glare at Danton, "are going to have some explaining to do later."

With that, Victoria turned on her heel and went back into the kitchen. Even before she had disappeared into the back room, Tula felt Danton begin thrusting, his fat cock stretching her cunny open as it delved inside. While his hips began bucking, the innkeeper leaned forward, bringing a hand up to grope and manhandle Tula's heavy breasts over her skimpy, modified tunic while his other hand reached around her waist to find her clit. Her nipples hardened under the large man's coarse treatment.

"Nice save," grunted Danton as he humped the orc's offered pussy and squeezed her full titties. Tula could feel the material of her shirt grow damp over her nipples - Danton's rough groping was causing her milk to flow. "There's a bottle of fine blisterwhiskey at the end of the bar there - you be sure to take that with you when you go. Just my little thanks for handling the wife there and for being such a good employee."

"Mmmmm," breathed Tula, bucking forward under the large fellow's heavy thrusts. His fat fingers had found her erect nubbin and the innkeep had begun expertly massaging the iron-hard pleasure-button. Danton apparently made up for his lack of an atheletic physique by having a fat sausage of a cock and being a devil with his fingers. "Th-thankyou!"

"My pleasure," panted Danton, pushing Tula against the bar with his bulk as he leaned into the task at hand, shunting his cock up into the orc's juicy cunt. "Almost there!" he growled.

"N-no!" gasped Tula, on the cusp of her own climax. "M-make m-me c-cum!"

"Ungh! I -uh- thought -uh- we -uh- had -uh- to -uh- make -uh- this -uh- quick!" huffed the big man, keeping his groin mashed against Tula's asscheeks as he bred her with short, forceful thrusts. Nevertheless, his broad fingers increased their circular rhythm on the orc's tingling clitty.

"I-I a-am c-close!" growled Tula. "J-just a b-bit m-mooooore!"

Tula climaxed like a runaway wagon, her pussy spasming around Danton's girthy fuck-pole, her thighs quivering under the roiling pleasure.

"Mmph! Sounds like you're there!" grunted Danton, even as his own orgasm hit. With a gruff bark, he thrust upwards with enough force that Tula slid onto the bar, her feet leaving the flagstones. With her ass suspended off the ground before him, the innkeep leaned over her and pumped a vulgar torrent of cum into her quim.

The big man kept humping as he leaned over Tula's back, pressing her into the bar, and filled her with his ejaculate. Tula revelled in the sensation. She was a strong orc - she could easily push the big human off her - but there was something bestial about being pressed beneath his bulk as he bred her twat that left her feeling almost drunk with lust and pleasure. When he finally pulled out of her, leaving a slow trickle of his seed oozing out of her cunny and down the inside of her thigh, she remained panting on the bar, wallowing in the bliss of a forceful, desperate coupling.

"Oh shit!" groaned Danton, leaning back against the shelves behind the bar and lacing up his trousers. "I shoulda made use of that sweet cunt a lot more."

"I should have let you," sighed Tula contentedly, picking herself up off the bar. "Give Victoria more of that and she may not be so hard on you, old man."

"If she doesn't cut it off tonight," grinned Danton. "Thanks again, Tula. You're something else. If I don't see you again, you take care of yourself out there."

"Farewell, Danton," nodded Tula, pulling on her shorts. "You're a good man."

With a final smile at the satiated innkeep, Tula picked up the bottle of whiskey and headed back to the kitchens to bid farewell to Victoria.

"I hope he wasn't a beast, dear," said Victoria with a warm smile upon Tula's entrance.

Tula could feel Danton's cum, slick between the seat of her shorts and her cunt-lips. "I am sorry about that, back there," she murmured. "I did not mean to distract him so."

"Oh, it's fine Tula," said Victoria with a small wave. "The inn's pretty quiet today, I even let the kids have a lie in. I just like to give the fat man a hard time now and then to keep him remembering who's in charge. Anyway - you're leaving? Where are you off to?"

"Westwards," said Tula. "I have saved enough coin to purchase arms and armour - Reld and I are to be mercenaries."

"Oh! That's a dangerous line of work you've chosen, but I daresay you'll do well - I've not met many as tough and determined as you. You take care of that boy, though!"

"I shall. And you, take care of that husband of yours. He is a good man," replied Tula. "Thank you for the job."

"Ha, I feel like we should be thanking you - you've been a great worker!"

Tula bowed her head. "You mentioned Jessemyn and Giles are still upstairs? I should like to say goodbye."

"Probably still asleep," said Victoria with a nod. "I'll catch you on the way out, then."

There was no vocal response to Tula's knock at the door to the innkeeper's apartments, but the door was ajar and swung open under the orc's tap.

"Jessemyn? Giles?" announced Tula. She heard a flurry of movement.

"One moment!" Giles' voice called out.

"Don't be stupid, Giles," came Jessemyn's voice. "She knows what happened - she was there!"

"Fine!" groaned the boy.

"Come in, Tula," announced Jess, finally.

The orc entered to find Giles seated on the foot of his sister's bed. The lad had a blanket piled on his lap, but it didn't take a wizard to figure out that he was stark naked. Jessemyn's nudity was even more apparent; the blonde girl stood beside her brother, completely unclothed. Tula ignored their state of undress and gave each a nod.

"What's up, Tula?" said Jess.

"I came to say goodbye - I shall be leaving town, possibly tonight or on the morrow."

"Oh no!" gasped Jess. "Why? Where are you going?"

"I have purchased the equipment to become a mercenary. I will travel west and seek adventure."

"That sounds so exciting!" exclaimed the blonde girl, rushing up to the orc and wrapping her in an embrace. "I'm going to miss you."

Tula hugged her back. "And I you. Be well, Jessemyn."

"You be safe, Tula," replied the girl as the broke off their embrace.

Just as the orc was turning to go to the door, Giles stood up. "Wait!"

"Yes?" said Tula, turning to face the lad. The blanket had dropped from his lap, revealing a monumental erection that glistened wetly with somebody's juices.

"I... I just wanted to say thanks and... and sorry. Sorry for being such a jerk-off."

Tula chuckled at the lothario's awkward apology. "There is no need to apologize," she smiled. "I may be around town for a few more days. There might be further opportunity to 'jerk off', if you keep being a good boy."

While Giles blushed furiously, Tula left the room, the sound of Jessemyn's giggling in her ears.