The Slave's Conquest

"I-I see..."

"Let's go for another few rounds around the fields. I want to see the sun start to set before we go inside."

"As you wish," said Yari. With that, she forced her mind to wander away from the lecherous thoughts that had hit her, letting out a deep breath as she gazed upon the treeline surrounding them on all sides. The large branches swaying in the wind was a distracting sight, reinforcing Jonah's statement from earlier: Summertime out here was truly something.

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The evening sun shone upon Yari's huge body as she stared out of the arched window, her normally lime-green skin taking on an orange hue from the warm rays. She had closed the curtains of the other three windows in Jonah's large bedroom, and with this last one, the day would officially come to an end. The young lord and heir of the mansion had gotten a taste of what it was like to be in charge, but the moment he and his orcish slave went to sleep for the night, things would return to the way they normally were by the next time they saw each other in the morning.

Yari finally grabbed the curtains and pulled them shut. It was still quite early in the evening, thus also an early end to being forced into Jonah's presence, but she couldn't help but feel that it was a bit of a waste. Despite everything, she had enjoyed herself. Jonah was an energetic boy, and as tiring as his antics might be, he was easily the most charismatic and easy-going of Yari's three masters.

She couldn't help but worry about the nature of Jonah's abrupt mood shift an hour prior. After their drawn-out but rather enjoyable horse ride, he had complained about a sudden sickness, and decided to skip dinner altogether. The pair had parted ways, with him going to the bathroom and Yari proceeding to eat the food that Aaron and Edna had left them. With nothing else to do as she waited for him to be done with whatever he was doing in there, she had taken her time to set the boy up for a good night's rest. Aside from the basic task of closing the curtains, she had fluffed up his massive down pillows and lit not only a few candles here and there, but an incense on the other side of the room as well. Though in reality, using the incense was merely her own over-the-top idea of masking the scent that she spread onto everything that came into contact with her.

At long last, a creak was heard from the door behind her. She turned around, worrying that she would find Jonah in a worsened state, but any trace of sickness was nonexistent. The young boy stood there, healthy as ever, leaning with one hand against the doorframe as he smiled at Yari. A pair of white, silken underwear adorned his pelvis, with the rest of his slim body visible in all its bronze-complexioned glory. Rarely had Yari ever seen so much of his skin at once, but she could have sworn that his cute, small frame had never looked so soft and erotic. Whatever he did in the bathroom clearly went beyond merely tending to his sickness. Nowhere to be seen were the typical stains of dirt upon his face nor the ruffled hair that a full day of nothing but playing would result in. Instead, he looked groomed in every sense of the word; his face glistened, his eyebrows seemed to have been plucked into thin, symmetric lines, and his black hair was swept to the side, plastered to his head as if meticulously water-combed.

"Are you finishing up?" he said and entered the room.

Yari's stare was starting to sting her eyes, until she finally blinked and cleared her throat. "Yes... I'm all done."

"Great. Forgive me for troubling you with this."

"D-don't apologize...!" Yari blurted. "Taking care of you is my duty, my lor-... Jonah."

Standing next to his bed, Jonah looked at Yari with what seemed like a hint of a frown. "Still," he said as he lifted the cover and climbed onto the mattress. "I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance today."

"I would never think such a thing..."

"You're very kind, Yari," Jonah cooed, his face shifting into a slight smile. He wiggled underneath the bed's cover and rested his head against the pillow as he stared off into the distance. "Hey... I know this is a bit childish, but mother usually gives me a hug before I go to sleep. Maybe you could give me one this time?"

Yari stood speechless for what felt like a full minute. "Uh... No offense, Jonah, but perhaps that kind of thing should be reserved for your mother."

"Oh..." Jonah mumbled, his face sinking. "Perhaps it's impossible to make you look at me in such a way after all..."

"... In what type of way?"

He expelled the air in his lungs with a deep sigh. "The way an orc would normally look upon a human. Perhaps I'm a fool for hoping that you ever would. I suppose even I am guilty of human narcissism, huh."

Yari blinked at him, her mouth hanging agape. "Forgive me, my lord, but... What exactly are you talking about?"

"There you go again!" he exclaimed, sitting up straight. "'My lord this, my lord that.' You're an orc, Yari! I should never have been your lord to begin with!"

"I-I still don't follow..."

"I think some part of you understands completely," said Jonah confidently. "But I have never seen that part of you. And I wish to. It would seem that I'm just not desirable enough, however."

The fire within Yari's body once again began flaring up as she experienced this strange, tender side of Jonah. Regardless of whether or not he was trying to say what she suspected, his words nevertheless spoke to her orcish nature like nothing else ever had. Not that she was going to act on it, of course. It might all have been a misunderstanding, and she couldn't risk jeopardizing their relationship by assuming that a boy as innocent and sweet as Jonah had somehow developed feelings for a rough orc like herself. That said, she definitely couldn't have him believe that he was anything other than perfect in her eyes.

"Don't you ever say that you're not desirable," she spoke up. "You are beautiful, Jonah... I always find myself staring at you, and when I do, my body reacts in ways I cannot control."

Jonah lit up where he sat. "You... you mean it?"

"Of course," Yari said. "Perhaps I'm saying too much, but... That is how I feel." Her eyes darted around as she waited for an answer, but none came. She could feel Jonah's stare penetrating into her very soul, as if all of her wildest fantasies were being revealed in front of him. Such a mild confession didn't necessarily indicate any dirty thoughts at all, but Yari was an orc after all. Her people certainly had a tendency to view humans in the most erotic ways imaginable, and when there was love involved, like in this case, those views could manifest even stronger yet.

Jonah drew her gaze back with a sudden pat on the empty half of the mattress next to him. "Will you join me for the night, Yari?" he mewled softly. "I won't command you to... I will only beg you. Please?"

Yari's heart began racing at the realization that this completely alien scenario was reality. That very look of pleading submissiveness on Jonah's face was something she had only seen in her dreams, and now here it was in front of her without any effort on her part.

"I... I couldn't..." she began, holding back her tensed up limbs from giving in and pouncing on her master. But perhaps she was merely trying to avoid the inevitable. Jonah had already proven to be a stubborn one, and although he wasn't commanding her, his pleas were almost equally as effective in forcing Yari to do as he said. Then again, she had wanted this herself for a very long time. "... Are you sure, Jonah?"

"I'm sure... I've always needed you in my life, now more than ever."

The orcish slave gave an awkward bow, then stepped forward to the edge of the bed. She reached out with her powerful, but trembling hand, lifting the silky cover that shrouded Jonah's sexy body. Slowly but surely, Yari put her knee onto the mattress, her eyes glued to Jonah's in order to detect any hint of him having a change of mind, but none came. On the contrary, he seemed to get more excited with each one of Yari's stiff movements that slowly heaved her giant body onto the bed.

With both legs laid flat against the silky surface, Yari lay down with her head against the luxurious pillow situated right next to Jonah's. Still sitting up, he stared at her where she lay, while she in turn had all of her focus directed at the ceiling above. Despite every single one of his advances, be it the strange looks he gave her or the pleas he had uttered moments ago, Yari still found a way to deny their legitimacy in her head. For many years she had trained herself to never act on her instincts, and such training was hard to forget. She would never suspect Jonah to merely be testing her resolve; surely he would never do something so cruel. And yet...

"Even now, you're holding back," he said, cutting through Yari's thoughts with his words.

"H-holding back...?"

"Stop pretending, Yari. Surely you understand that I didn't invite you to merely sleep next to me, right?"

It couldn't be. He couldn't really meanthat, could he?

But then he turned away, awkwardly scratching his head. "Forgive me if I'm making you uncomfortable, Yari," he said, his voice gentle and sweet, and in stark contrast to his normally loud and bubbly one. "I don't want to force you to do anything. I don't even want to initiate anything. All I'm trying to do is leave the decision entirely to you."

"Why?"

Now smirking, he crawled closer to her, before laying his head down on the same pillow hers was resting on. "Because that is how the relationship between a human and an orc should be," he said. "I've grown up with you by my side. I've seen everything you're capable of. I've seen up close how big you are. How strong you are. Howsexy you are."

If the mere inches between them wasn't enough, his words were certainly fueling Yari's steadily inflating cock. "W-wait a moment!"

"But most of all..." Jonah continued, laying his arm across Yari's thick abs, and with his face now turned to her, he took a long whiff of the orcish musk oozing off her body. "... I love the way you smell. I can't get enough of it. Not only are you physically superior, but you can also leave us mere humans drooling after a tiny whiff of your scent. Isn't it obvious that humans are meant to serve orcs, not the other way around?"

Yari's vision became a complete blur immediately upon registering Jonah's words in her brain, and her muscles went limp to the point where her robust body almost seemed to melt into the bed. All this time he had known the full extent of what Yari tried so desperately to hide. All this time he had lusted for her, and who knows how much Yari could already have taken advantage of that fact.

From out of nowhere, the gentle touch of Jonah's hand graced Yari's burning cheek, and the next thing she knew she had her face forcefully turned towards his. She looked straight into his glimmering eyes, feeling herself almost get lost in their darkness, while he in turn smiled at her with both clear confidence and a hint of pleading. It was the type of expression that indicated that Jonah knew it was only a matter of time until he got what he wanted.

"I'm right here, Yari..." he purred. "Please don't let anything hold your desires back. My parents won't need to know..."

The mere mention of Lord Aaron and Lady Edna should have served as a stern reminder of the severity of what was taking place here. As lenient as they were, Yari couldn't imagine them being fine with her defiling their son, no matter how much he begged for it. His assurance that they would remain ignorant didn't actually do too much to soothe Yari's nerves, knowing that all it took for them to find out was for her guilt to become too unbearable to keep to herself, or for Jonah to have a slip of the tongue during his typical bursts of energy. But despite all that, she knew that she would not be able to resist him any longer.

With her nostrils flaring out wide with each heavy breath she took, she finally took the first step in uncorking her bottled-up instincts, inching closer towards Jonah's face and those inviting lips of his. She closed her eyes and pouted out her lips as far between her tusks as she could, bracing for a kiss as innocent and careful as possible. Their breaths mixed, as did their scents, Yari's strong musk quickly overtaking Jonah's fresh scent of soap and boyish aroma... Then, it happened at last.

'Awkward' didn't even begin to describe the initial contact of their mouths. Yari's huge lips enveloped Jonah's from top to bottom, and her tusks that pressed against his cheeks served as nothing more than two bars that boxed him in. Nevertheless, they both remained in place for a few seconds of motionless pressure of lip against lip, without any indication from Jonah that he was uncomfortable. Yari could only barely detect a hint of his sweet saliva seeping into her mouth, but even so, her lust immediately cranked up tenfold as a result.

When she finally pulled away, it was mostly to halt the sensations from claiming her mind entirely. "F-forgive me," she blurted. "I've never done this before..."

Jonah, in turn, put on a bashful smile and bit his lip. "May I have another... my lady?"

And just like that, the lid was off. Yari's several year-long suppressed desires were released in an instant, and as the big, strong orc she was, she lunged down as if she were about to devour Jonah's cute face, only to instead shove her fat tongue into his awaiting mouth. Though still in an awkward, inexperienced manner, she kissed the boy with a downright ravenous hunger, flooding his mouth with her saliva, sucking his far smaller lips into her mouth, while her tongue filled his entire oral cavity to the point where he could hardly even reciprocate.

No longer caring about the manners she had come to adapt in her human-centered world, she grunted like a beast into Jonah's mouth as she rolled on top of him, grasping his skull with both of her huge hands to hold him still as she continued to do as she pleased. She slobbered and drooled all over him, and the bulge in her leather shorts throbbed against his pelvis each time she gyrated her hips forward. Her grunts, wet kisses and the squeaks of the bed nearly drowned out the noises Jonah made in response. Yari did not know whether they were whimpers of excitement or protest, but in that moment it didn't matter. She had finally gotten past her inhibitions, and if Jonah wanted to see the true her, she was damn well going to show it.

When she sensed a desperate need for oxygen in him, she pulled back once more. Thick strings of spit hung between their lips, with more of it dripping from her gasping mouth into his. Their intermingling breaths were practically visible as steam.

Jonah swallowed back a mouthful of orcish drool. "More..." he mumbled. "Please...?"

"F-fuck, Jonah..." Yari snarled and licked her lips. "You're too gorgeous... I won't be able to hold back."

"I wouldn't want you to..."

Words were insufficient at this point. Yari instead chose to act purely in accordance to her wildest fantasies, and thus, she proceeded to spit out a fat wad of her rapidly accumulating saliva straight into Jonah's face. Through the evident shock on his face as it splattered across his sexy features, he let out a gasp that was evident of a lust-laden sense of submission. At that point he would probably have let Yari take him in any way imaginable.

Yari dove down to ravage him with her mouth again, giving him several wet smooches in rapid succession. But this time, she would not just target his mouth. She stretched out her dripping tongue while he watched with pure awe, then gave him lick after lick from his chin and up. His lips, nose, cheeks... All of them were quickly coated in a thick layer of drool, while the mild taste of his soft, flushed skin almost had Yari's tongue tingling in excitement.

Jonah let out a loud, androgynous moan. "Yes... Use me... I'm nothing but your toy."

"Oh, you bet I'm going to use you," Yari said without a trace of her normal courtesy. With that, she sat up straight, with her knees on each side of Jonah's narrow hips, then used both hands to grip the front of her vest around the tightly laced placket. She then pulled her hands apart, tearing the laces to shreds like they were nothing, all to give Jonah his first glimpse of what he had likely fantasized about countless times. As if having been held back by a corset, Yari's heavy tits flopped out of the broken garment, slinging droplets of sweat onto Jonah and the bed. Her dark-green nipples stuck out thick and hard with arousal, and the human admirer lying underneath her looked at them as if suddenly dying of a thirst for mother's milk. If only there actually was any...

"Wow..." he said. "They're even more beautiful than I expected..."

Yari pushed them together, accentuating the way they gleamed in the dim light of the candles around. "You will have to wait to play with these, so feast your eyes. There are more important things to take care of right now."

"Well, then... What are you waiting for?"

Yari watched contentedly as Jonah's eyes followed the movement of her hands that traveled further down. Like with her vest, she grabbed her shorts on each side of her crotch and, with only a mild rip, the seams that held together the scraps of leather all snapped in an instant. It was free at last: The bulge that had almost burst out on its own several times that day.

The kisses, touches and loving stares she had shared with Jonah up until now had been a start, but this would mark thetrue beginning of their relationship. As if with the power of falling timber, her cock came slamming down on Jonah's mildly toned abdomen like a dense, green log of flesh. Just shy of being fully hard, it still rested against his skin somewhat, and the vein-riddled skin still reached nearly all the way to the tip, where the output of precum began drenching the area between Jonah's pecs. From there, the shaft ran all the way down to his pelvic region, above which more than just orcish cock sprouted off Yari's crotch. Namely, a pair of shiny, mango-sized balls, their sweat-coated surface already having made their stinky imprint on Jonah's white undergarments.

His face went completely blank. "Oh my goodness..." he gasped, his previous determination seemingly having been drowned out by fear.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself in on, because I'm gonna fucking breed you..."

"I've dreamt of hearing you say that..." Jonah said, a smirk forcing itself through his evident worry.

"And I've dreamt of rubbing my cock all over you," Yari said in a gruff voice, grabbing her shaft by the midpoint. "Of covering you with my stink until you can never wash it off."

Jonah stretched out his arms across the bed, leaving himself completely exposed. "Go ahead. Do as you please with me."

Yari grinned sadistically as she slid forward on her knees, putting her leaking cockhead right above Jonah's nose. She held it in place for a moment of suspense, before sitting her ass down on the middle of his torso, pressing the now rock-hard cock against the boy's chest, as well as his chin, lips, and nostrils. His rapid breaths immediately flowed out against Yari's almost fist-sized, dark-green glans, and within seconds he would be completely under the effect of orcish pheromones. But that was not enough. While it was only possible for humans to detect the pheromones via scent, Yari was nevertheless going to make sure that they seeped into his skin; that his every pore was clogged with them. He was going to be marked.

"Here's that smell you love so much," Yari purred. "Breathe it all in. Show your submission to a superior race." As slowly and teasingly as she could before Jonah's face of pure awe, she tugged at the middle of her veiny shaft, pulling back the thick foreskin that housed a bomb of stink behind it.