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Thralest chuckled. His massive hands grabbing your waist to drag you back against his body. His cock was hard against your back. And you shamelessly moaned as your body responded with a terrible ache between your thighs. As if a reminder of just how thick he had been inside you.

“I couldn’t help but feel you again. Humans are so squishy. Too adorable to keep my hands off you.” Thralest smiled. Leaning down to run his tongue along your shoulder blades. Grazing your skin with his tusks as he planted his lips against your neck. His teeth made you groan a little louder than you would have liked. But Thralest was hitting every little sweet spot. And with it being so early, your body was practically oversensitive due to the drowsiness. Sensing your rise in arousal; Thralest smiled against your throat. His tusks scratching your cheeks as he turned his head and trailed a hand down your body to lift one of your legs. He held it at an angle, his index finger moving to touch your clit. Sliding between your folds and gathering a small shine from your wetness.

“I think you and I will get on very well if you get wet this easily.” Thralest purred. Watching your hips roll against his finger. He didn’t have to do anything. Your body was demanding the friction and you eagerly gave in to the need. You propped yourself up on your elbows and guided Thralest’s finger inside you. The ache that followed only heightened the sense of pleasure as you slowly fucked yourself on his finger. The Orc groaned above you. Turning his face to press his nose against your hair. Panting harshly as his gaze was fixed on your entrance taking his digits. You groaned and used your hand to rub your clit. Rolling and pinching it between your fingers until the coils inside you snapped. And your climax rushed forward to dirty Thralest’s finger. You whimpered as he removed himself from you. Lifting his hand up to clean your juices from his skin. Humming as he shivered from the taste.

You collapsed back onto the ground. Catching your breath while watching the Orc enjoy his treat. “Do you want me to take care of that?” You asked. Nodding towards his very erect cock.

Thralest considered it. The very thought of your cunt around his member was tempting. But he had planned to travel as far across the wastes as possible today. And if he continued to indulge himself with your body, he doubted his troops would move an inch until tomorrow. “No. Get dress. We must make it to the Oasis by sundown.” Thralest said. A commanding tone replacing his softer voice. You frowned but rolled to your feet as Thralest stood. Collecting your clothes to change, you tried to remember your self-taught geography lessons. Before going anywhere near the Wastelands, you had asked the local townspeople to provide information.

You heard all sorts of things. Ghost stories. Monster stories. War stories. Even some young “adventurers” had tried to impress you with some of their obviously made up “near death” experiences. Which were debunked by one of the local farmers, who gave you some decent tips about the Wastes. And had even provided a short lesson over a map to help you track Thralest. But you don’t remember the farmer saying anything about an Oasis.

“Thralest, have you travelled across the Wastes before?” You asked as you dressed. Your shirt was a little torn. But you were pleased to find that your pants survived their removal last night. However, looking around, you couldn’t find your dagger.

“My Tribe were the first to survive and hunt in these deadlands.” Thralest replied. Buckling thick leather trousers around his wide waist. Metal plates covered his thighs and knees. But left his calves free, allowing him to move easily. “Our home is beyond the ruins of your kind who tried, and failed, to live here. The Wastes do not take kindly to creatures that only take from its sands.”

“You make it sound like the Wastes are alive.” You said. Waiting for Thralest to finish shrugging on his chest armour. It looked complicated. Metal and chainmail embroiled the thick hide. Buckles and chains held it tight against the Orc’s torso and you glimpsed a large red stone stitched into the centre of the Orc’s armour. He was menacing in his completed set. And when he picked his battle-axe from the floor; you were very glad you were being paid to be his companion. And not his enemy.

“The Waste Sands are full of creatures that even we do not name. In the Common Tongue, their descriptions would fit that of the Devils in the Underworld. You were lucky that you were not swallowed by the sands when you crossed into it’s maw.” Thralest said this as he strapped his axe to his back. Then, Thralest removed something from his side pouch. You dagger. “You will not need this, little one.” Thralest growled. Seeing your irritation of being stripped of your prize possession. “But until I can trust you to not slit my throat. This will remain hidden.”

And with those words, Thralest left the tent. You grumbled your annoyance, a small dash of anger bubbling inside you. But you also knew it was only fear pretending to be this fury. You were in an encampment of Orcs. In a land of unknown, but very real, threats. And you were unarmed. You couldn’t trust Thralest to protect you. Since he only saw you as a sex toy than as a real partner.

Sighing, you followed Thralest out of the tent. Being mindful that his mount had been sleeping only a few inches away from the tent entrance. You peered outside. Immediately coming face to face with the wolf like beast as it poked its nose into the tent. You cried out. Scrambling backwards as the beast hissed. Following you into the canvas structure as you tried to get away. Teeth bared in a gurgling growl.

A deep voice barked an unknown word and the creature snapped to attention. You waited. Terrified that the beast would lose interest in whatever was outside. But another harsh string of words followed, and the beast huffed. Turning and exiting the tent. You stayed on your backside. Panting out your terror. You did not like that thing.

“It’s alright, (y/n). Ruchla will not harm you.” You heard Thralest call from outside. You doubted that very much. That monster looked like it was ready to kill you. But you forced yourself to stand. Inching your way out of the tent to pull the material away and glance outside.

The beast, Ruchla, was sitting like a perfectly obedient dog some distance away from the tent. It’s bat-like ears were perked up and tilted towards you as you stepped out into the morning sunlight. The air was hot and dry. You could practically feel the moisture being evaporated from your body.

Thralest stood to the side, speaking in a harsh sounding dialect to his men. They looked confused, one looked angry even. But when Thralest finished; they all nodded. Clashed their gloved hands against their, smaller, red stone that laid on their chest. They glanced at you but broke up and began to do various tasks around the camp. Two of the five started to take down the tent and distribute it into packs. One climbed a sandy hill and kept watch over the area around them. While the last two kicked out the fire and cleaned up the camp in a way that made it look like there hadn’t just been six monstrous Orcs camping here.

Thralest gestured to you to approach him. And you did so quickly. Not liking to be near the Orcs that were glaring at you while tearing down the tent. “You will ride with me on Ruchla.” Thralest said. A tone that demanded no arguments as the two of you approached this creature. Now you were close enough to inspect it; you noticed it had four eyes instead of two. They were small and pale. But each one was trained on you. The ears laid back against it’s disformed head and the creature’s salvia saturated lips curled in a hissing growl. Thralest barked an order and the creature immediately cut off the chilling sound.

“I don’t think it likes me very much.” You noted. Keeping some distance from it as Thralest huffed a laugh.

“Ruchla likes no one that isn’t food. But she will not harm you when you’re with me.” Thralest grabbed your arm and tugged you over to stand beside Ruchla. It hissed but did nothing else as Thralest ordered it to stand. It was a lot taller now you were standing right beside it. Thralest was a good 7 feet or more. But this thing could carry three of him and still have room for you. The saddle was nothing fancy. It was basic large patches of hide stitched together with bits of metal poking out of the sides. They looked like you could remove them with a bit of muscle.

“Ruchla does not like saddles.” Thralest explained. Lifting himself up and over the saddle with ease. “She has torn many apart. And I have long since given up trying to get her to stop.”

Without warning, Thralest leaned down and grasped your forearm. You yelped as he lifted you up onto the creature’s back; settling you in front of him. His arms were like cages around you as he took the chain reins of the beast from saddle horn. Ruchla merely shook itself and side-stepped a few times as the Orcs finished their tasks and surrounded it. Taking up formation as the beast adapted to the weight of its riders. The skin beneath the saddle was neither scaly or skin like. You weren’t even sure if the tuffs of fur were hair or spines. Everything about this creature seemed wrong or a mistake.

Thralest lifted his fist and spoke a few words in his language. As one, the beast and the Orcs started forward at a jog. You were jostled around for a bit at the weird gait of the creature between your legs. But after some time, you got use to it. And even started to enjoy how fast it was. Its legs moved in an almost lazy trot. With wide strides and pawprints that barely disturbed the sand. It was only the guards that left footprints. And you were amazed they could keep up with Ruchla so easily.

Silence stretched on between the Orcs as they ran. Even Thralest didn’t utter a word to you as the hours passed. All eyes scanned the sandy dunes. Every rock they crossed over was given an experimental stab by the two-front spear-orcs. Every dry, dead bush was given a wide berth. And you noticed that Ruchla greatly avoided any valleys between the dunes. Its nose was to the ground anytime they had to cross between two hills. And the Orcs waited, holding their breaths until Ruchla started to move again. You were starting to think that these lands were much more dangerous than you could have imagined if the Orcs were treating every step like a zombie mine field.

After some time, you started to feel your skin begin to blister under the sun. You had your own water canteen. But you wanted to save it. You didn’t know how far this Oasis was. Or how much, or how little, water there would be. If any at all. Noticing that way you tried to cover your arms with your shirt; Thralest took notice of how warm you felt against him. Without a word, Thralest lean down to rustle through the saddlebags strapped to Ruchla’s side. From one of them, he withdrew a large blanket. Thin but dark in colour. And he wordlessly wrapped it around your body. Swallowing you in blissful shade with only your eyes exposed to the harsh sun.

You thanked him quietly. Noting the way, the guard to your left scoffed in disdain. He was ignored.

When the sun was directly above the travelling pack; Ruchla stopped with a sudden jerk of its paws in the sand. You were almost thrown from your seat if not for Thralest’s quick reflexes. His arm caught your waist and he tugged on the reins. Speaking to his guards as Ruchla sniffed the ground; pivoting on the spot. She seemed uneasy. And you dreaded to think of something that could make a beast like Ruchla upset.

The guards took positions in a circle around Thralest. Their weapons gripped tightly in their hands as they scoured the landscape for whatever it was that Ruchla sensed. Thralest unsheathed his battle-axe. Spinning it once in his hand as he readied himself. His left arm was still protectively around you. And you were very much wanting your dagger back right now.

Then, Ruchla’s head snapped up and it growled a low, almost whimper, like noise. It was soft. Quieter than the growls it sounded towards you. And Thralest hissed through his teeth. Which was a small signal to his men to pay attention. All eyes turned in the direction Ruchla faced. And you covered your mouth to silence your gasp of shock as the sand dune ten yards in front of the group started to move. No one breathed. Whatever this thing was, it was huge! The sand flowed over it like water and, if you weren’t sitting so close, you would have thought you were going mad. Seeing a sandy hill walking over the desert like a wave on the ocean. But you could feel the vibrations through Ruchla. Something was digging its way through the sand.

Making almost inaudible clicking sounds as it passed right by the group of Orcs. The group didn’t move until the moving hill passed and was far enough away that the vibrations faded into nothing. You dared not utter a word until Ruchla settled and the troop started to move.

“What was that?” You asked. Your body still in shock that your voice was barely above a whisper.

“A Devil of the Wastes.” Was Thralest’s only reply.

 By late afternoon, you could see trees on the horizon. And as you neared, you were very surprised to see the sunset reflected off a large pool of water. The Oasis was just as you’d imagine a pond of water in the middle of a desert to be. The sand turned to mud. Reeds covered the banks of the water and trees protected it from the harsh winds of the desert. It looked like a paradise! And you were so glad to feel Ruchla come to a stop by the grass. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore. Horse riding was one thing. You’ve done that before. But riding something like Ruchla was torture.

Thralest dropped down from Ruchla first. And, seeing the state you were in, helped you down. Carrying you over to a rock by the water and sitting you down where your boots dangled in the oasis. Almost immediately you ripped off your shoes and dunked your toes into the water. It was cool and refreshing. But you dared not go any further than your feet. After seeing that Waste Devil, you dreaded to imagine the things that lurked in the only source of water here.

Behind you, the guards set up camp. Picking up fallen sticks from the trees and gathering kindling for the fire as the tent was set up. Even with the axes they carried, you noticed the Orcs didn’t attempt to chop down the trees. Only gathering what was on the ground. But even then, they were careful.

Some distance away, Ruchla was stripped of her saddle and she wandered over to the water’s edge. Instead of lapping at the water with its tongue, like you expected. Ruchla scooped up the clear liquid in big gulps. Displaying rows of blackened teeth and pale pink gums as it swallowed great amounts of water.

“It is a hybrid. A mistake from the Wastes.” A gurgled voice said. You jumped and turned on your seat. Hand going to your belt where your blade use to be. One of the Orc guards had approached you. It didn’t flinch when you were startled. But did look amused as you almost toppled off your seat.

“A mistake from the Wastes?” You asked after calming your racing heart.

“Chief found it as a pup. Laying in a pool of blood. He carried it home and cared for it. It is loyal to him. But slaughters without thought.” You could tell this Orc was not as fluent in Common as Thralest was. But you were grateful he was at least trying.

“Its… weird.” You said. Looking back at Ruchla as it settled under the shade of a tree. Resting its massive jaws on its elongated paws. You were very glad those talons weren’t going to be near your throat anytime soon.

“So is our Chief.” The Orc replied. A smile stretching across it’s dark face. You chuckled and nodded. You could agree with that.

Looking around, you couldn’t find Thralest either. And you turned your attention to the Orc beside you. Realizing he hasn’t moved for quite some time.

“Where is Thralest?” You asked. And the Orc pointed past the campsite towards a rocky grove over the water. The boulders formed a hill of some kind. With a dark, and very foreboding, entrance into a dark cave.

“Chief has gone to offer tribute to the Oasis Gods. So, we may rest without trouble.” The Orc replied. His accent was a lot thicker than Thralest’s. It made it difficult to understand. You had to get him to repeat himself a few times; which he did so politely. You could tell though, that the Orc didn’t enjoy standing idly by you. He shifted his feet restlessly and his fingers fiddled with the hilt of his sword strapped to his side.

“Not to sound rude, but why are you just… standing there?” You asked. As politely as you possibly could. You didn’t want to anger the Orc.

“Chieftain ordered me to guard his pet.” The Orc grumbled. And you rolled your eyes.

Of course, Thralest did. You didn’t quite suspect that, but now you knew, it was obvious. Thralest had explained to you he very much enjoyed Human companions. And you weren’t oblivious to the tension in the group while you were around. You were rather grateful that Thralest appointed his men to protect you. But you still felt very insecure.

Maybe if you asked, this Orc would answer your meddling questions. He seemed nice enough and was obviously loyal to Thralest. “Are your friends ok with Thralest taking a Human… companion?” You asked. Jumping a little when the Orc scoffed through his nose. Almost like a snorting laugh.

“We do not have a say. Nor do we care. Only Scrik wants your head, but Scrik has wanted Chieftain’s head ever since Thralest killed the last War-Chief.”

You frowned and glanced over at the only Orc you could guess was Scrik. He was an ugly Orc. With broken tusks and shortened hair. You could tell he had recently cut his braids. And from what you knew of the Orc Tribe customs, that meant he had lost a battle. To show their dishonour during the trial. Scrik however, didn’t seem to care you were looking at him. His glare was venomous, and his lips curled in a harsh, but quiet, snarl.

The Orc beside you noticed this too. And gripped his sword, lifting halfway out of its sheath. A wordless warning towards the guard. It wasn’t until Thralest lumbered into the camp did Scrik lower his gaze. And if Thralest noticed the small stand-off, he said nothing about it.

“(Y/N), come with me. You need to wash your blistered skin.” Thralest said. Nodding to the guard beside you as he approached. The Orc bowed his head and walked over to the growing fire. Dismissed for now, you glimpsed him slap Scrik up the head and growl at him. You were glad your face was covered by the blanket. Because you doubted Scrik would have liked that you had grinned as he winced from the blow. Cowering some steps away from the other Orc.

You were about to stand as Thralest walked over; but before you could, his arms had scooped you up and he was carrying you away from the camp. You sighed and rolled your eyes. Letting the blanket fall from your face so you could glare up at Thralest.

“I’m not a child, Thralest. I can walk.”

“I like carrying you.” Thralest replied. His voice falling into that softer tone now you were out of hearing range from his men. “Also, your thighs are bruised from riding Ruchla. You need to give them a rest.”

You grumbled softly but knew arguing with him would be futile. You relaxed into his arms and looked over the water, now shaded by the trees as the sun started to fall lower into the sky. It was already cooling down, and you were thankful for that. After travelling all day in the heat, you were eager to feel the water around your body.

Thralest finally chose a spot that was closely covered by water-reeds and was shallow enough around the bank for him to sit in. Thralest first lowered you down into the water. You hissed softly when the cool water washed over your thighs. And after discarding the blanket and wriggling free of your trousers, you could see that they were in fact rubbed raw and close to bleeding. You gripped Thralest’s wrist as he eased you deeper into the water. Allowing you to settle yourself on the sandy ground beneath the surface. You sighed, letting your body relax. Every movement did cause an itch of pain, but you ignored it. If you were travelling with Thralest, you’d need to quickly get use to riding on such a beast.

Behind you, the Orc War-Chief started to discard his own clothes. Stripping away the buckles of leather and metal until he was completely naked. You felt yourself get a little excited as his cock came into view. Coming closer until Thralest passed you and slid into the deeper parts of the water. He, of course, didn’t miss the small smile that played over your lips as his torso rose out of the water after he dived in. You had to admit. The Orc was beautiful. And he was practically eye candy to you as the droplets trickled over his chest. Dripping off his dark braids to gather along the broad length of his shoulders.

“Careful, little one. You might start drooling.” Thralest smirked. Laughing as you slapped you hand against the water’s surface. Managing to spray him with droplets as you smiled.

“Says you. You pervert.” You mumbled. Laying back in the water to let your entire body be soothed by the cool liquid. “You can barely keep your hands off me.”

Thralest hummed. His hand sliding under the water to grab your ankle. He tugged you closer and you sighed pleasantly as the water flowed over your sun-kissed body. You stayed still, letting the Orc lay you across his thighs as his fingers glided up along your stomach, in between your breasts and back down again.

“You’re beautiful. I can’t help it.” Thralest said.

You shivered under his touch. But allowed yourself to relax against his body. Closing your eyes as his palm moulded against your breast. Feeling along your hips to slide underneath your ass. You whimpered softly when the tip of his finger brushed against your entrance. And Thralest immediately halted his touch.

“Are you still sore?” Thralest asked. A worry expression crossing his face as you nodded.

The pain wasn’t unbearable. But if you attempted to pleasure him tonight, it wouldn’t be a lot of fun for you.

“As much as I would like to take you again. My body is a little less willing, right now.” You muttered. This would surely get you in his bad books. Thralest paid you, after all. To be his bed companion. To let him use your body as he wished. Even though you haven’t exactly placed down the rules yet. Which meant Thralest could easily-

“That’s alright, little one. Today has been tough on your soft body. I would prefer you rest tonight.” Thralest replied. His lips fluttering over your collarbone as he withdrew his hand from between your legs. You stared up at him in shock. But relief quickly followed. You sighed and took his hand in the two of yours. Intertwining his fingers with yours as best you could.

“I could use my mouth…” You murmured. Looking up at Thralest as he arched an eyebrow. He leaned back a little so you could glimpse his cock beneath the water’s surface.

“Could you now? Your plump little lips aren’t too small?” Thralest winked. Chuckling loudly as he leaned down and captured your lips with his. The kiss was hungry, but slow. Thralest took his time in sliding his tongue against yours. Rolling it inside your mouth and then teasingly nipping your lower lip. He left you breathless. And the firm thickness beneath you showed that you weren’t the only one effected by the touch.

“I am your Chieftain, (y/n). And I demand you to rest.” Thralest growled. A hint of that firm tone lacing his words. Another excited shiver ran through you. But you nodded. Forcing the fire inside you to simmer down. At least until tomorrow. Because you were promising yourself to get Thralest naked again and inside you at least once in this gorgeous area.

“So, you said your people can survive out here? What do you eat? And that thing under the sand? By the Gods that was gigantic.” The curiosity from the day’s exploration was now coming back out. You wanted to know everything about this place. It was the one piece of land that Human’s couldn’t formally force their names onto. All because your people were terrified of the creatures, and Beings that could survive the Wastes.

“We farm crops and grow livestock.” Thralest replied. His free hand idly playing with the damp strands of your hair. “There are pockets of water throughout the Wastes. That fill up with time when allowed too. So, we travel. Our city is never in one place for more than four moons. But it is not an easy life. The Wastes demand sacrifice. And takes what it wants; and if we fight back. We lose more than what it asks for.”

You frowned at his words. The more he spoke about the Wastes, the more it sounded like it wasn’t just a landscape. But a truly, large, breathing creature. Maybe even some type of God or Demon. “Why don’t you live outside the Wastes?” You asked. “Life would be easier, wouldn’t it?”

“Because a few thieves break into your house or cut your purse, would you leave the city to go someplace new and strange?” Thralest asked. His tone neither accusing or teasing. It was a genuine question. And you shook your head. Understanding what he meant by it. It was hard, living out here. But it was their home. It was what they knew, and it was theirs to keep and cultivate as much as they were allowed. But then another question itched at your mind. One you’ve been wondering ever since you took up the contract against Thralest.

“Why do leave your tribe? If your people do so well out here, why go into the Realm?” You asked. Looking up at him as he grunted softly. His fingers, that were laced with yours, squeezed gently. And he held you closer as a cool breeze washed across the water.

“I am a War-Chief… but I do not like being responsible for so many lives.” Thralest muttered. His gaze becoming distant as he looked over towards the campsite. You were both obscured from view, but you could still hear the distant loud laughter of the Orcs. “I killed the last War-Chief because she was cruel and weak. But when I was presented with the lives of my people, to serve justice. To kill Orcs, I trained with because of the rules set by our ancestors… I found myself wanting to be at the end of my blade. To be released from this title.” Thralest then looked back to you. His hand reaching up to gently brush along the edge of your lips. “But to die would mean I’d miss out on life outside the Wastes. I decided to do something with my title. I left my brother-in-arms behind to guard and protect the city. While I went out into the Realm to begin forming alliances with other Orc clans. I bring materials and medicine my people cannot make themselves. And feed my selfish hunger for Human company. Both pleasurable and knowledgeable. It is hard, leaving my people all the time. But until I am defeated, or my still-to-be-bred heir arrives; I will not let my people be led by a weak leader.”

You were stunned into silence. You had not expected such a serious response; nor to hear such conviction come from him. You felt many emotions stirring inside you. And you bit your lip. Reaching up to cup his cheek and meet his gaze. “Your loyal to your people. It’s a burden to carry but you carry it with such passion, that anyone who wouldn’t share your ideals doesn’t deserve your title. You’re beyond brave for reaching out in ways the Chiefs before you didn’t.”

Thralest huffed a breath. Lifting you up to his face so he could nuzzle into your stomach. Hugging you close as you stroked the thick braids of his hair.

“I refuse to die until someone can carry my people better than I. And until that day, I will do as I wish.” Thralest rumbled against your skin. And you gasped loudly when you felt his tongue sweep against your clit. “And I wish to suckle on your delicious treat until you are eased from any discomfort.”

Thralest rolled and lowered you down onto the bank of the pond. The water lapped up around your chest, but you held your head above the water. Watching as Thralest opened your legs and dipped his head into the water.

You felt the cool water wash over you before his thick tongue brushed against your entrance. He did so with such care that you didn’t feel any pain; only a soft reminder of the night before. Your moaned and rolled your head back. Chuckled when Thralest lifted his head out of the water to take a breath. His eyes looking to you for confirmation for him to continue.

And with your small nod, Thralest smiled a wicked grin and dove back under the water to begin his gentle massaging.

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