The Missing Dragon

Her face was the picture of violence. No mortal species that has ever existed can quite match the fury present in the face of a pissed off orc. The moment Gregory saw the way she looked upon him he would have turned and fled if it weren't for the fact he'd been stunned stone still. He saw her dark eyes and the deep downward curve of her brow. Her lips, a darker shade of green than her face, curled back over her white teeth revealing her lower canines that were far too long to be human and curved outward like small tusks made for shredding meat. Wild untamed black hair framed the terror-inducing sight and made her seem almost primal, a force of nature.

He watched as the ferocious female slammed her club against the earth and then bellowed at him some more. When she didn't attack after a while he began to regain some of his wits, although they damn sure returned few and far between.

"I...I'm sorry I..." He tried to speak only to be interrupted by another unmistakable battle cry from her.

"Look..." He started again and lifted his hands up to show he didn't want any trouble.

That was when she finally lunged at him. It only took her two bounds of her powerful legs to close the distance between them. The charging creature sent a shot of adrenaline right up his spine and his instincts flew into overdrive. Her first swing was aimed at his arms and he quickly spun out of the way. The world seemed to slow down as the fight began. Thankfully lady luck took him in her arms and seemed to instinctively guide him past the orc's first three swings. Finally his brain seemed to fall into the routine of a sparring match. Since Freddie had made him take up Karate he'd spent many hours there and that certainly wasn't the only martial art he'd studied since then.

It was time to stop letting her set the pace of this fight. She swung again and this time Gregory found his balance and leapt over her club before delivering a heavy roundhouse straight to the side of her head. Given that he looked so puny and that he'd spent so much time fleeing her attacks the move took her completely off guard. Gregory pressed the advantage with a succession of quick punches that unbalanced her before he moved to heft her clean off her feet. As she fell he grabbed her wrist, twisted until the club came free and claimed the weapon for himself.

The orc saw the human lift the club over his head to finish her off and crossed her arms above her face.

"Yield! Yield!" She shouted.

Gregory hesitated and then stepped backwards, still holding onto the club.

"What the hell are you!?" His stomach felt like it was playing leap frog with his liver.

"Algra! I am Algra!" The orc's tone was pleading.

Gregory didn't know what to do with this information and so he fell into stunned silence for a moment. Algra peeked out from behind her arms to see he wasn't standing over her any longer but had taken a few steps backwards. Her face was much different without her fury twisting her expression. The tusks were still quite strange, with her mouth closed they poked up to rest on her upper lip. Her features were much softer than he imagined possible, her eyes wide now and the colour of very dark chocolate. They struck him as very human rather than the soulless bloodthirsty orbs he'd first taken them for.

Fear gave way to curiosity as she looked him over. How had she ever lost a battle to this one? He was shorter than her by a few inches, maybe an even six feet or just a little more. His hair was long enough to be a complete and utter mess, his recent trip through the foliage contributing to this by adding a few twigs and leaves to the black mane. He was also pale which was usually a sign of bad health in humans but on a closer inspection she saw he was in fact quite healthy. There was a colour in his cheeks, his breath came in strong gasps and his blows had been deceptively powerful. The clothes he wore were overly loose and strange in their design. In fact she'd never seen anything like the fabrics he wore. He had a fondness for the colour black, that was for certain for both his loosely fitting leggings and the baggy garment he covered his upper body with were both absent of all other colour. She wondered what his body looked like beneath those clothes, he must have been very lean and his muscles must have been well strengthened for him to be so slim and yet so strong.

"Why did you attack me?" Of all the millions of questions running through his head, that was the one that popped out first.

"I want you." Algra replied simply as she sat up and tentatively started to brush herself off.

"You wanted me? You mean you wanted my damn skull caved in is more like it!" Despite himself, Gregory lowered the club. He kept it handy though, just in case.

"I not want to break you little man. I need slave. I not get one." She stood up and Gregory noted her simple sandals for the first time. They had notably flat soles.

"You're damn right you didn't get one. Did you..." Fuck, this was crazy. "Did you take anyone else? Anyone like me?"

Algra shook her head.

"I want you. Other humans too big. Carry swords and have thick metal skins." She straightened out her tiny fur skirt before hooking her thumbs beneath the flimsy material and tugging them down her long jade legs.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Gregory's eyes bulged as he caught a look at a small thick patch of thin hairs narrowing down to the bare smooth lips of her pussy.

Algra stopped with her skirt half way down her legs.

"You win battle. You have all that is mine." She explained as if patiently explaining the rules of poker to a novice.

"Yeah because all I'm short of right now is a makeshift bikini top and a furry miniskirt." Gregory found enough frustration in the situation to let a trace of anger into his voice. "You can keep them. I'll keep this so you can't try to beat the shit out of me with it again alright?" He wiggled the club in her direction.

"I would not. You have all that is mine." She explained again with an affirming nod.

She did slide her skirt back into place however. If Gregory wasn't quite so stressed out by then he might have taken some time to marvel at the shapely orc a little more. The fact that he'd just laid eyes upon his first pussy hadn't quite yet fully hit him.

"Well I'll just keep this." He said again, less sure of himself now.

The orc frowned and shook her head.

"You have all that is mine." She said again.

Gregory paused and let the club swing down to his side as he looked at the impossible creature before him.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" He somehow already knew what the answer would be from the way she bowed her head slightly whilst speaking to him.

"I attack you to keep you for slave. You win." She laid out the rules and folded her arms across her breasts impatiently.

"So now I..."

"You have me."

"Well...shit."

- - - - -

It took Gregory a full hour before he realised that Algra was completely serious. To test just how far she'd go with it he ordered her to lift up a large stone resting nearby and use it to break her left wrist. She was half way through lifting it up without any word or hint of complaint before he told her to stop and apologised several times for making her think she had to do it in the first place. She seemed confused by the apology since breaking her own wrist seemed like a completely reasonable expectation to her.

"Alright then Algra I think you can have your club back. Don't hit anyone with it unless I tell you to." He instructed before lifting the heavy branch to hand over to her.

"As you wish, master." She took the club and lifted it to rest across her shoulders.

"So just out of curiosity. If I wanted to ask you some questions and then I freed you, what would you do?" He scratched the back of his head as he said this, hoping for the best.

"I would answer questions as best I could, then I would try to take you as my slave again after I am free. Then I think I would break one of your fingers for causing me such trouble. Then I would lay you on the earth and rut with you for I am..."

"Whoa there! Ok well that was way too much information." He lifted his hands up making a gesture that roughly translated to 'please for all that is good and pure in this world be quiet.'

Algra looked at his hands and frowned with confusion.

"You wish to challenge me? All that I own and all that I am is already yours." She explained. He was a very odd human.

"Challenge you!? No."

"Then why do you raise your hands?" She looked between his open palms and then back to him.

He suddenly clamped his hands to his sides like they'd touched something searingly hot.

"That...that's not a challenge. That's...well it's meant to be sort of a 'stop' kinda gesture." He explained.

"That is not stop. That means 'I wish to fight barehanded'. Do you not know orcs?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if chiding a small child.

"Do I look like a guy who knows orcs!? Lady I have no fucking idea how it's even possible you exist. I'm absolutely clueless when it comes to orcs, elves, dwarves, gnomes, fairies or fucking unicorns!"

"Then I belong to an idiot." She gravely surmised.

Gregory stared dumbstruck at her and then slumped back against a tree, slowly sliding down to sit between the roots in the ground. A long moment of silence passed between them as Gregory came to terms with the idea of all the strange things he'd just mentioned actually existing. It was impossible. It was insanity. It was...brilliant.

"Algra, when you came out from behind the tree screaming you waited before attacking. You were waiting for me to do something weren't you?"

She nodded her head in the affirmative.

"I was awaiting you to pick a weapon. It is not acceptable to challenge a free thing for its freedom without allowing it to fight as it wishes." She said.

"And then when I raised my hands to try and get you to stop..."

"You chose your weapon." She said with a degree of finality.

"I chose to fight bare handed. Right. Just in case, if I make any other gestures or say anything in the future that might cause you to try and beat the shit out of me or take a crap on my head or whatever, just explain in words what I've done first. Deal?"

Algra studied his words for a few seconds before nodding again. "Deal."

"Aright, so where are we?" Gregory lifted himself to his feet again and brushed off his cargo pants to look around the forest. He sure as hell wasn't in England any more.

"We stand in the Embervine Forest in the land of Grulmir." She informed him curiously. He really didn't have any idea where he was.

"Alright and where's the land of Grulmir." He looked back over to where she stood.

Algra didn't answer right away, though she didn't seem to be hiding anything from him so much as she didn't quite know how to answer.

"Grulmir lays upon Arolius." She ventured after a few moments.

"And what's beyond Arolius?" Please say Southampton. Please say Southampton. Please say Southampton.

The female orc scratched her shaggy black mane of hair. She thought for a few long moments before shaking her head and shrugging.

"The stars." She finally said.

Suddenly Gregory needed to sit back down again. He was on another world. Well that made way more sense than he'd have probably liked to admit.

"Ok...ok....ok ok ok ok." He took a deep breath. "Ok."

"What is your name little man?" She asked, her own curiosity finally getting the better of her.

"Hm?" The question snapped him out of his revelation. "Oh I'm Gregory. Greg. You can call me Greg."

"Very well master." She replied with what just might have been a hint of a smirk.

"Look, do you know these woods? I'd just...I'd like somewhere to sit down, something to eat and some water." He looked over to her in much the same way she'd looked at him when he'd been standing over her with her club in his hands.

"Yes master. I live here. Come." She turned and began to walk away.

Having no other option, he followed behind her.

As they walked he kept looking back to his new orc servant. He allowed his study of her to take his thoughts away from his current problems. She was young although she seemed older than him, perhaps somewhere in her mid twenties. Though incredibly powerful, she had an unmistakable womanly figure that was fit to the extreme. Her face also had an odd kind of beauty to it. Though her tusks jutted up from beneath her lower lip she didn't have much of an under bite and her jaw-line was smooth and pleasantly sloped. Her nose was also well sloped and its outline flowed beautifully into the shape of her brow.

Given her small amount of clothing he could clearly see the initial deep curves of her cleavage which undoubtedly flowed into gorgeously proportioned breasts. Since he'd been speaking to her mostly from her front he hadn't initially noticed that the skirt she wore fell notably short of covering her behind properly. He could see the upper curves of her ass and the tight valley they flowed into. The thought suddenly reminded him of his glimpse of those thin curls and those plush soft folds of her labia. Suddenly, he found himself looking at his orc in a very different light.

"We are here." She announced, oblivious to his roaming eyes.

Greg looked about the place. It wasn't much though it was certainly more than he was expecting. A large fur covered tent was sitting in the middle of the forest floor. A good distance away was a campfire with spare wood resting beside it. A bow and some arrows were propped up against the side of the tent. In the far edge of the small clearing was a number of freshly skinned kills that had been strung up. Looking at the creatures didn't exactly do his stomach many favours but he was hungry enough then to eat a dead, scabby horse so he wasn't about to complain.

Algra walked over to the meat and tugged one of the creatures from the line where it hung. She carried it over to the campfire and threw some wood into a small pile in the centre before getting to work on lighting it up.

Greg was pretty much clueless. He'd been camping a few times but even his father who was mad for the outdoors had balked at killing and skinning their own food and using two pieces of flint to start fires. So Greg sat beside the fire opposite her and watched with interest as she peeled the meat from the carcass and threw it in a metal pot that produced from the tent. Water was brought in from a skin and she added various herbs and other ingredients that were found around the forest.

After an hour or so had passed she spooned some of the mixture into a bowl and offered it to him. Cautiously, he took it and took a small sip. That small sip was soon followed by several larger ones that scorched his mouth. It didn't matter. It was worth the pain. Whatever the hell this was it was fifty times tastier than it had any right to be.

"Good?" She asked.

"Excellent." He barely managed to respond between mouthfuls.

He actually finished his first bowl of the stuff before he realised she wasn't eating.

"Not hungry?"

"This is not mine. All that I own is..." She started.

"Ok stop right there. You can eat, ok? Hell I'd free you if I knew you wouldn't turn into the screaming valkyrie again. You don't need to ask me to eat, sleep, or do anything that you need to stay alive ok? Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired..."

"Fuck when I'm horny?" She suggested.

Greg choked on his second bowl of the stew as Algra poured out her own meal. She turned away to hide her expression behind her hair so that he didn't see her grin at his reaction.

"Well, sure. Just stick around me and don't kill anyone unless I say it's alright...or they're trying to kill you."

"Yes master."

They ate until the bowl was empty. At first Algra seemed to have quite an appetite but the simple truth was that orcs could eat almost anything at any time. When they were finished she put away her cooking pot and the bowls inside the tent. It was only when she didn't return after ten minutes that Greg became curious and walked over to the large fur covered structure. Lifting the flap that covered the entrance, he glanced inside. What he saw made his jaw almost bounce clean off the ground.

The inner part of the tent was split into two areas, one half was for storage and it seemed Algra kept a few wooden boxes there filled with furs and other wooden trinkets she had likely made herself. On the other side of the tent was a living space with a thick heavy set of furs covering the ground. It was on these that Algra was currently resting on all fours, completely naked, waiting for him.

"Uh...Al-" He cleared his throat. "Algra? What's um..."

"You wish to rut with me." It certainly didn't sound like a question.

Greg looked at the inviting tight curves of her round ass, his gaze eventually falling to the smooth slit at the apex of her strong thighs. The frilly flesh around her sex was puffed up and glistening with her juices.

"Algra look, I'm sorry if I..."

"Do you have a woman?" She cut in abruptly.

"Well...no." This was getting more embarrassing by the moment.

"Do you not want me?" Dear sweet Jesus was she kidding? She was an orc and she could damn well give most human supermodels a run for their money on the knockout scale.

"I...look you're..." A very nice person? Sure, that'd work. Oh and elephants are generally known for their wonderful talent at figure skating.

"I am yours, you have been fed and watered. You must now take me before sleeping."

"I must?" Was this more strange orcish tradition?

"Yesss." Greg was so shocked and curious about the idea he'd be required to have sex with her to complete their 'deal' that he didn't notice the hint of desire in her voice.

"Is this another orc thing? You think I have to...do this and then you're mine?"

"Mmmhmmm." She agreed. Right then she'd have agreed to just about anything.

"You don't have to you know...I mean..."

"Yes I do!" She screamed so sharply that he mistook primal lust for anger.

"Oh...well I guess...I mean I could. You're...you're incredibly beautiful and all. It's just that it wouldn't feel right knowing that you just did it because of..." Greg babbled, the sight of her was making his heart beat with desire and yet his conscience held him back.

"Greg, get over here or I will fucking kill you!" She growled as he watched her pussy flutter with desire.

"You mean it's got to seal the deal or you're free to do anything again?" He seemed suddenly more uncertain of his situation.

"Yes!" She lied.

Well this was a male fantasy come true wasn't it? Yet watching her there on her hands and knees, it sure as hell didn't feel right. Greg thought for a moment and then decided that if he was going to lose his virginity to an orc in the back end of nowhere then he was sure as hell doing to do it on his own terms.

"Roll over onto your back." He ordered.

"What!? Do you not even know how to..." She started to snap at him before she was grabbed on either side of her waist and pulled sideways. In her lust craze she almost lost her mind and lashed out at him.

It was in that moment that she saw his head fall between her open legs and she gaped in dumbfounded awe as he pressed his lips up against her pussy. She felt her silky flesh yield to his tongue and revelled in the bliss it caused her. Fire flowed through her nerves from between her legs and outwards in constant waves that she was only too eager to ride.

"Gods! Wha...what..." She managed to moan before her body tensed up and her pussy convulsed around his tongue.

He'd barely begun. The taste of her green flesh was initially not the most pleasant of experiences. She was an orc after all. Yet by luck on his part she had bathed only the previous night and knowing the pleasure he was giving her certainly made the effort worth it. As her juices began to flow more freely and he lapped up her nectar her taste became more appealing and he drank it up ravenously. This was his first time with any kind of female and the reaction he was getting was certainly encouraging. It did get somewhat dangerous for a few moments when he centred his attention on the small nub he'd heard so much about and she clamped her thighs around his head. Normally this wouldn't have been so much trouble but this woman could have probably kicked a cement wall into rubble.