The Story of a Lifetime Ch. 01

Satisfied, I rinsed the cloth out in the frigid water, then set it on a rock beside me.

I bent down until my hair was just touching the water's surface, then scooped some in my hands and poured it over my head.

The sudden cold made me gasp, but I endured and finished wetting my hair in the stream. Then, flicking my wet hair over my shoulder, I started carefully pulling my brush through it. The teeth caught on a knot and I winced at the sudden burning in my scalp, but kept working on taming my hair.

Content to comb and walk at the same time, I turned on my heel and gasped. Not ten feet ahead was the orc I'd met last night, Davor. And he was apparently perfectly happy walking around without a shirt.

My eyes immediately took in every detail: his pectorals stood out from his chest, and were decorated with both tattoos and decorative scarring. The bright red ink stood out against his dark green skin as it swirled along his chest and down his ribs.

I dropped my eyes as I realized I'd been mentally tracing the tattoo patterns that seemed to lead all the way down.

My cheeks felt too hot, and I could even feel heat in my ears as I realized I'd just caught myself wondering if the ink continued underneath his pants.

"Pardon me," I said, walking past him and still reprimanding myself for thinking with my pants.

"Your hair is beautiful," he said softly as I stepped past him, and I stopped short.

"Pardon me?"

"Your hair," he repeated, staring at the wave of red hair still damp and stuck to my shoulder. "It's really quite spectacular."

I looked at his face for a moment before smiling. "Thank you," I nodded. "A gift from my mother's side of the family, I guess."

"She must be gorgeous," he said, looking at my face now.

"She was." Thinking of her used to make me so sad when I was younger, but now her absence and memory were both bittersweet. I smiled at Davor again and left, trying to work the brush through my hair.

I was still working on my hair when I stepped into the clearing, greeted by the smell of bread and eggs.

Berta was stoking the flame while Roy flipped some small loaves toasting on stone beside the flame. A pan sizzled quietly over the coals, boasting a half dozen eggs and a few sausages. "Why're you grinning like an idiot?" Berta asked as I stepped into their view. Her question was rude, but her tone was friendly enough that I figured I could let her off the hook.

I said nothing, focusing on my hair, and she let it go.

The smell of frying food drifted across the camp from the orcs' fire. One of the orcs, Ausk I guessed, stood over the fire and turned the food with a deft flip of the pan. The motion made the muscles in his forearms bulge, and I found myself watching intently as he went about his cooking.

Our sausages were greasy, and the eggs were overcooked, but it was warm and filling, and I was too lost in thought to mind much either way.

And then it was back to the cart, and the long ride began again. I settled in with my books and maps, mind drifting pleasantly. The day drifted slowly past me, and I hardly saw our three companions at all during the lunch stop, but still managed to catch a couple of quick glances at Davor's arms beneath his short sleeves.

I was studying my map again by the fading light when Roy called out for another rest. I found myself strangely eager as I packed my few belongings back up again.

The cart rattled violently as Roy guided it off the main road. Finally, the vehicle settled, and I heard the sounds of the horses being separated from their harnesses. But I stayed where I was, mulling over the thoughts swimming around my head. It had been awhile since I'd felt such raw attraction, and I'd never had any towards an orc, but I still knew what it was I was feeling.

I still had my head, I reminded myself, and I was fully confident in my self control. I could just spend an extra few moments collecting myself, to be sure.

Almost an hour after the cart had stopped, I got out to join the others.

To my surprise, only one fire was built, bigger than yesterday's. On top of it was a large roast, and around it sat the human, the dwarf, and all three orcs.

As I came around the cart, it was Davor who first noticed me. He grinned widely, and I felt a flush heat my cheeks. I took a seat on a wide rock near the fire, between Berta and Davor.

"I thought you might not be joining us," Davor said, holding out a wineskin. "I'm glad to see you're well."

"Thank you," I told him, accepting the drink. Still remembering the heat of the drink from yesterday, I took a smaller sip. The first flavour that hit me was a slight sweetness and a hint of cinnamon, then the kick of alcohol. I handed the skin back as the spicy aftertaste set in. "Gods that's strong," I said, managing not to cough.

He guffawed and took another swig, then handed the flask off to Mazon without looking away from me. "What do you drink?"

"I've got a small bottle of elvish sweet wine," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the cart. "Have you tried elvish liquor?"

He shook his head. "Tried orcish and dwarvish, lots of human brews, even the halfling firebomb."

I laughed, but couldn't help but be a bit impressed - dwarves are known for hard booze, and the halfling firebomb could knock a human on his ass. "Well, let's add elvish to your list."

I got up and left for the cart, finding my way by the light of flame and moon. Even in the darkness under the canvas my eyes picked out details with clarity and ease. Another gift from my elvish father.

I found the flask within moments, but took the time to comb out my hair again. It didn't need more attention, but I couldn't help primping just a bit more.

I realized I was being foolish, but still passed my comb through my hair a few more times before leaving.

Back at the fire, Roy was cutting generous slices from the roast, passing them around the fire. I sat down beside Davos again. I traded the bottle for a plate with a slice of meat and some fresh berries. I cut into my meal and savoured the tender roast.

Still chewing, I watched Davos take a sip from the bottle, then pause. "Damn," he said approvingly, probably savoring the light and sweet flavour. I could see the moment he registered the surprisingly strong kick of liquor. "Damn," he said again, this time with respect.

We all ate in companionable silence. Rather, everyone ate but Roy.

The human picked at his food a little, looking a bit pale by the fire's light.

"You okay, Roy?" Berta was looking over at her boss with a mixture of concern and annoyance.

"Not feeling so hot," he answered, setting his plate aside. "I think I need to turn in early."

We watched as he shuffled back to the cart, which creaked loudly as he climbed in. The ensuing silence was less companionable and comfortable this time.

We finished the food, and Berta and I loaded the cookware and dishes back into their box, setting it beside the cart.

She looked over at the fire with a sour face. "Guess I may as well turn in, too."

"Sure, Berta," I said, following her gaze towards the orc sitting there and staring up at the stars. Sometime between Berta and I packing away dishes and saying goodnight, the other two orcs had wandered off, leaving just Davor. "Sleep well."

She grunted in answer, and clambered up into the cart, and I walked back over to the campfire. I settled in just out of arm's reach of Davor, and fed another log into the fire.

When I glanced over, I found Davor looking at me.

"Yes?" I asked. I think I was trying for a clipped and serious tone of voice, but even I could hear how nervous I sounded.

"Nothing," he said casually, looking away and taking a sip from his wineskin. "Just admiring the scenery."

I felt a slight flush at the pointed tips of my ears, but pointedly didn't look at him.

"Drink?" he asked, holding the flask out again.

I accepted and took another sip of the fiery liquid, enjoying the pleasant tingle in my stomach. Was it just the alcohol I was feeling, or was the heat coming from somewhere else?

We passed the bottle back and forth a couple more times, and twice I caught him staring at me from the corner of his eye. Of course, I only noticed him looking at me because I was looking at him too.

"Okay," he said suddenly. "I've gotta get this out there."

I cocked my head at him. "Um. Okay?"

"You've been staring. Don't be coy about it, you've been watching me every opportunity you get. The question is: are you just enjoying the view, or are you interested?"

"Uh," I felt my cheeks flush from more than just the wine, and opened and closed my mouth a few more times before giving up.

Then he leaned in close then. "That's what I thought," he said in a throaty whisper. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. His smell hit me: wine and spice, and the musky smell of sweat.

The smartest thing to do then would be to get up and leave, but instead I tilted my head back, offering my lips to him.

He took my offering, pressing his mouth to mine. Suddenly we were kissing, and I was sorting through all the feelings: his rough skin under my hand, his surprisingly soft lips, the firm edge of his tusks on my cheeks, his hand twined in my hair. It was passion incarnate, and I felt fire smoldering in my core.

Then his hand was on my back, pulling me against him. I pressed hard against him, mashing my breasts against his chest.

He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss. "I knew you'd be into it," he all-but whispered.

"Shut up," I told him, kissing him again. I swung one leg over his, and I could feel him twitch in surprise as I was suddenly on his lap. I had one arm over his right shoulder, the other against his stomach. Holy fuck, he was a solid wall of muscle. Then I dropped both hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up.

He wasted no time helping me pull it over his head, and I took a moment to marvel at his sculpted and painted body. His chest was broad, and his pecs jerked slightly as he flexed them for my benefit. And I benefited.

The dark swirls of his tattoos covered his entire sternum, and continued down his solid abdomen. I followed the lines with the fingers of one hand until the pattern disappeared under his pants. Then his hands were on my shirt, and I let him peel it off.

My chest was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the night, save for the strip of softer material wrapped around my breasts. Goosebumps crawled down my arms and chest, but at least the fire was keeping my back warm.

I leaned in and kissed him again, both of my hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. His large hands explored my body at the same time, on one my ribs and the other on my chest. He slid his fingers against my bandeau and pushed it up over the swell of my breasts, revealing them to the cool night air. If they hadn't already shrunk, that would have been enough to make them hard. He took a breast in one hand, easily engulfing it in his palm.

I slid forward on his legs, pressing my chest into his hand and my pelvis into... something else.

I could feel his bulge through his pants, and suddenly I needed things to be going faster. I reached down and grabbed the sides of his pants, but couldn't get any movement with him sitting.

He chuckled lowly to himself and lifted his body up enough for me to pull his pants down a foot or so. I marveled at the sight of his abs flexing as he lifted himself, but as I got the pants low enough to expose his pubic hair and the base of his penis, my gaze was immediately pulled down. The bulge in his pants hinted at how much of him was still covered, and I reached in to explore.

My hand settled on his cock, and both of us took in a sharp breath at the same moment. A shudder ran down my spine as I wrapped my hand around the thick appendage. I'd never felt one so big, and it didn't even feel like it was fully hard.

I pulled it up and out of his pants, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of it. This beast was easily half again as long as my ex's, and in a lovely shade of deep green.

I wrapped my hand around it again and slowly stroked its length. It twitched in my hand and finished growing hard. He thrusted his hips slightly, moving his shaft in my hand, encouraging me. I stroked it again, marveling at the length and size.

"Like what you see?" He asked in a rumbling basso.

"Gods above," I whispered, still staring.

"You want to lose that last layer?"

I looked back up into his hungry eyes and smirked. Rising, I pulled my crumpled bandeau off of my chest and dropped it in the grass beside my shirt. I slowly swayed my hips for him, and hooked the top of my pants to slide them down as I moved.

His eyebrows rose as the waist of my pants passed low enough that he could see that I keep my bush trimmed very short.

Then his eyes went wide as I pulled my pants past my hips and revealed the rest of my personal grooming. He drew in a sharp breath at the view of my shaved lips. My ex-boyfriend had always been particular about me keeping myself clear down there, as he loved the show. He'd been willing to pay for me to go to professional groomers for shaving and waxing, and now another man (or orc) was enjoying the fruits of his labor.

Davor's eyes traced the lines of my pelvis as my pants fell about my ankles. Then his eyes slowly made their way up my body, along my stomach and breasts, then finally he was looking straight into my eyes.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered, seemingly in awe.

"You act like you've never seen a woman naked," I retorted, stepping out of the heap of my clothing.

"Women, yes," he answered as I stepped up to him, one foot on each side of his legs, and lowered myself down. "But never a goddess."

I sat on his lap, his stiff cock sticking straight up before me. "You're a flatterer."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him until we were pressed together. "Only when I'm in front of a woman that takes my breath away."

I kissed him again, slow and deep, and ground my pelvis forward. I could feel his erection, caught between us, pressing against my navel.

His hand traced up and down my spine as we kissed, and I could feel my body burning like the logs in the campfire. There's only so much flattering and teasing a girl can take.

I had both arms around his neck, but took one off to reach for his manhood between us. I took in hand again, and lifted my body up from his lap. As I reached the point where his cock head was touching my lips, I stopped.

"Do you have a..." I started, then looked around the disarray of our clothes and the wagon behind us. I looked back down at his inquisitive face and smiled.

"Nevermind."

His look of puzzlement was quickly replaced as I pressed harder against him. The tip of his cock was a steady pressure against my clit, and I dragged the crown along my lips until I had it at my entrance. "It's not the same as with a human. Are you sure you-" he started, then cut off abruptly as I started pushing down.

His tip was thicker than anything I'd ever enjoyed before, and my pussy stung as it started spreading around this new addition.

I could feel my lips spreading, opening up before him. The stretch was uncomfortable, but I sighed in relief at the feeling of his head sliding past my entrance. His hands, both holding onto my hips, dug into my skin as I started shifting forward and back, slowly working him into me.

I could feel the moment he went as deep as anyone had ever been in me. And then I felt the moment he went further.

I thrusted gently again, pushing myself down on him, until at last I felt him hit as far as he could go. I stopped a moment then, leaning my forehead against his, savoring the feelings: his thick arms were around me, I was nestled against his chest, and I had his thick shaft in me as far as I could get it.

But I'd been wanting to climb on him since the night before, so I was not in the mood to take it slow.

Opening my eyes again, I found him staring at me. That look of absolute hunger was back in his eyes, and I shivered pleasantly. There's just something about dangerous boys...

I put my arms over his shoulders, behind his neck, and started slowly rocking my hips.

The small motions made his shaft shift in and out of me, and I worked to keep him as deep as I could. But I wanted more, and started pulling myself up further, letting him almost slip out of me before coming back down.

I had to stifle a moan at that first fast thrust. I held tight to him and slammed down again, this time eliciting a growl from him.

I shivered at the primal sound of his pleasure, and leaned harder against him.

As I ground up and down his shaft again, I suddenly felt the warmth of his mouth on the side of my neck. Immediately I tilted my head, giving him access to my throat. He sucked and kissed at the skin, heightening my arousal.

I had to actively work at holding back my moans, and settled for pressing my mouth against his collar bone. I ground faster, sliding on his thick shaft. It felt like my insides would get pulled out each time I slid up, and then he would pierce so deep I half expected to see a bulge in my stomach.

I had my arms around his ribs now, roaming up and down his muscular back. One of his hands was on my own back, the other kneading my ass cheek.

I could feel a deep pulsing pleasure in my core already, to my surprise and delight.

And then he found my ear.

First his mouth was on my jaw, gently nibbling at my flesh. Then his lips were at my ear, and I felt a rush of hot breath. But then he took the tip of my ear into his mouth, and I couldn't stop myself from gasping.

I'd talked to a few of my human girlfriends who said their ears were pretty sensitive when things were hot and heavy, but it's different when you're an elf. The moment his teeth touched the shell of my ear I felt a wave of tingles run down my neck and spine. I slammed down on him, impaling myself on his shaft, and actually whimpered.

He chuckled lowly in my ear, and gently flicked his tongue against the outside of my ear. Then he gingerly bit the lobe right as I drove myself onto him, and suddenly I was cumming.

It hit me all at once, the sudden wave of pleasure. I bit onto his shoulder to keep from screaming, and felt my whole body reacting. It was like experiencing it from outside of myself: I felt my hips thrust erratically, pumping up and down on him, and felt my muscles flex all at once. My nerves sparked with electricity, and I could feel my nails digging into his back.

And then I was back in the moment. I panted, slowly riding up down his length, coming down from the high.

I looked up to see him smirking, looking so damn smug. "You liked that, did you?"

I could've slapped him and his arrogant face, but for the fact that I'd just had my best orgasm in a year. "Shut up and fuck me, orc," I said in a hoarse whisper.

He grinned even wider then, showing off his tusks and teeth, and did as he was told.

His hands shifted to my hips and he half-lifted me, then got to his knees. He was still buried in me, with my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his muscles bunch under my legs and arms as he moved, but it seemed like lifting me took no real effort for him.

Then he bent down and lowered us to the ground so that I was on my back, with him between my legs.

He settled over me, and it was like the stars disappeared. Here, now, I realized just how big he was. My last mate had been a hair less than six feet tall, and Davor must have had a full foot on him. He was huge, broad, and hard.

And then he thrust forward, and it was all I could do not to shout.

In this angle it felt like he went even deeper. I clenched him tight with my legs, and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were hot and wet, and he breathed in my moan as he drove into me once more. His hips started pumping rhythmically, like a bull mounting a mate.