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He pulled out then. Leaning down to kiss the back of your neck and roll you onto your back. You tried to fight him. But he easily overpowered your human strength with his own orcish physique. You sighed and let him spread your thighs so he nestled between them. Lowering his head down between your legs to soothe the ache with his warm tongue. 

“I’m sorry.” You grumbled through a moan. “I should be able to take you like that. But-”

“Do not apologize.” His voice vibrated against your clit as his lips wrapped around it. And your hands tangled in his braided hair. Pulling on the thick, black strands as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub. “Everyone’s body is different. I’ve seen you do things I haven’t done with other humans before. And I do not find your body any less pleasurable just because you can’t take it from behind.” 

His words were a comfort. And you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy the moment. Laying on the furs in the warm tent. The winds of the desert battering against the canvas shelter as a small, smoldering fire sat in the center of the tent. And Thralest, the orc war-chief, laying between your thighs with his arms hooked under your hips to hold you against his lips. He licked and suckled like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. And you were the first meal he was having after a long trek. 

Thralest brought you onto the verge of climax. His tusks dug deep into your skin as he wrapped a trunk-like arm around your waist. Holding you down and pressing his mouth hard against your center. His eyes glowed hungrily in the low firelight as he watched you squirm and your back arch as you clawed at the furs. Your scream was louder than you wanted it to be. The orc soldiers outside definitely would have heard you. 

But as Thralest lifted his glistening chin from your thighs, a victorious smirk stretching his lips, you didn’t care at that moment. Your legs twitched and Thralest crawled over you so he loomed above you. Resting his weight on his elbows as he leaned down and kissed your panting lips. 

“There are many other ways for us to enjoy each other's bodies.” Thralest murmured against your lips. And his hand slid up along your side until he was able to envelope your breast in his palm. Molding the supple flesh as he nuzzled against your neck. Peppering soft kisses against your skin. Until his teeth latched onto your neck, just under your jaw, to suck hard as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. Piercing you to the hilt of his hips in one smooth movement. You screamed your pleasure as the soft touches quickly changed to rough, desperate ruts. Your body was rocked by Thralest’s brutal strength. But he kept you pinned under him with his body. Keeping you in place as he fucked you like an animal in heat. 

You could only cling to him. Clawing at his back as he slammed into that spot that caused waves of pleasure to crash down on you. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Pulling him deeper inside you until he released your neck from his teeth and bellowed his finish. 

You rolled your hips and locked your thighs around his waist to keep him inside you as his seed filled you. Dripping out and along your thighs, looking up at him as he furiously rubbed your clit in a rhythm that had your final climax rush forward and clench around him.  He grunted and gasped as you fucked yourself on his softening length until your climax ended. Leaving the giant orc overstimulated just as much as you were. 

“Fuck…” Thralest gasped. He pulled out of you slowly. Wincing as the sensitive head slipped from between your folds. Rubbing itself against your center as he laid over you for a moment. Catching his breath. “You’re like a succubus when you do that.” 

You laughed. Reaching down to trail your fingertips along his chest, down his panting abs, to touch his soft cock. Almost immediately, it twitches in your hand and Thralest grunted your name. But he didn’t pull away. Watching you with a hooded gaze as you massaged him. 

“You like it when I do that.” You said with a proud smile. “And I love seeing how weak it leaves you.” 

Thralest groaned and rushed forward to kiss you. His tongue pressed against yours and you pulled him down on top of you so he was crushing you against the furs. Your fingers were still wrapped around him and his body twitched and tensed with every movement of your hand. But just as he was returning to his full length, the flaps of the tent were thrown open. And one of the Orc guards, Bahk, you remembered, stood in the opening. Looking everywhere but at the tangle of limbs in front of him. 

“Chieftain, we have scouted a lone rider heading in our direction.” If you have ever seen an Orc look uncomfortable, it was right now. He looked everywhere but at you and Thralest. Seeming very curious about the low burning fire or the bundle of weapons in the corner. And the war-chief sighed heavily. Pulling away from you with reluctant haste. Bahk didn’t seem uncomfortable with his war-chief’s physique, but on;y yours. The moment you stood from the bundles of furs, the orc turned his back and huffed an orcish word. You ignored him. A little amused by the guard’s reaction as you started to dress. Thralest didn’t put his armor back on. Only the tight fitting trousers and white undershirt that was far too small for him. You’ve been meaning to ask where he got his clothes. The armor was orc craftsmanship. But the clothes were fit like they were meant for a large human man.

He then grabbed his massive ax and strode out of the tent after his guard. Only stalling long enough to speak to you. 

“Stay in the tent. And don’t get too comfortable in those clothes.” The grin he flashed was mischievous and it made your stomach do flips, with butterflies fogging your mind with impure thoughts. You smiled and nodded. Going to the fire as the tent’s entrance was covered again. You sighed as you sat. The food the two of you left over the flames was nothing but charcoal. Forgotten entirely once Thralest’s hands had slid over your thighs. You plucked the burnt meat from the spit and threw them aside. You’d have Thralest feed them to Ruchla later. The oasis had brought much bounty to the orc group. Your stay here had strayed longer than the group intended. But none of the guards were going to argue with their chief when all he did was fuck you and fish in the glistening pool. You had asked if orcs relax like this, and Thralest had explained that relaxing was seen as a sin in many tribes. 

“Why relax by a river when there's a fishing village to pillage?” His words had carried on a tone of anger. And you dropped the subject the moment you sensed a sensitive subject. But you didn’t care for the other orcs. They idled by the water and went hunting in the sands. Today they seemed restless. Perhaps you would convince Thralest to leave tomorrow. The plan was to get everyone home after all. You sighed and added another log to the fire. Watching the flames begin to consume it as you relaxed in the furs. 

But then the air around you changed. The warmth from the fire was diminished for only a moment with a chilling breeze. You tensed, but didn’t move right away. Reaching for another log to put on the fire. Taking your time to choose a heavier one. Until you felt the furs behind you shift and you spun with the log firmly grasped in your hand. The wood narrowly missed the cheek of a leather armored woman. She reeled back. Her steel gauntlet rose up to deflect the second swing of  the log. 

“Wait, wait!” The woman hissed as she ducked. You were on your feet the moment there was space between you. Holding the wood in front of you like it was a sword. Ready to swing or block an attack if the woman moved. 

“What do you want?” You hissed. “Who are you?” 

“My name is Varmoh, I’m a mercenary.” You couldn’t make out the woman’s face behind her helmet. She looked professional. A badge was clasped to her cloak on the left shoulder and the armor, though worn and was battle scarred, was well looked after and had many repairs done to it. She was definitely a mercenary of the professional side of the name. Not some bandits taking up the label for money. “We took up the bounty for the orc War-Chief. I’m here to get you out before we storm the camp.” 

We. There were more of them. You lowered the log a little, easing the tension in your shoulders as you licked your lips. 

“You’re here to kill the orc?” You asked. And the woman nodded, offering you her hand. 

“We must hurry. We know the orc took you hostage, you’re safe now. The orc will be back in a moment. And it’ll be more dangerous to get you out when the battle begins.” 

You looked down at her gloved hand. The leather was old and the stitches were fraying from the seams. They were too big for her hands. On her hip was a sword. A simple, steel broadsword and a dagger on her other hip. You looked back up at her eyes. Brown. Shadowed by exhaustion from a long ride and little sleep. 

You gripped the log harder and shook your head. 

“This is my bounty, Merc.” You hissed. “Get another.” 

The log cracked against the woman’s helmet with a heavy thud. She cried out, thrown to the ground by the hit and she scrambled to unsheathe her weapon. But the cloak tangled with her hand in the haste to retrieve it. You dived on her. Ripping the helm from her head and slamming the log into her temple. She fell to the ground like a wet sack. Unconscious. You removed her sword and dagger. Wrapping it around your waist as you hurried outside. Near the watering hole was Thralest and another orc. A rider was standing beside them. Talking from atop his steed as the horse drank from the fresh water. Three other orcs were around the fire, watching the newcomer with their hands on their weapons. All eyes turned to you as you burst from the tent.

“Thralest! It's an ambush!” Your words barely left your lips before a horn sounded from over the sand dunes. And the sound of beating hooves and cries of battle soon followed. Thralest grabbed the rider before his horse spun to run. He threw the person to the ground and he roared as Bakh pierced the man’s armor with his sword.

The three by the fire were on their feet, weapons in their hands and excited bellows of their own ripping from their chests. You stared up at the dunes as the thundering hooves crested the sandy hill. And you counted ten people, each on their own horse, stampeding towards the camp. 

“Get ready boys!” You heard Thralest yell. A wide smile spread over his tusks, “Time to send these mercs running home.” 

The orcs laughed and you joined the three by the fire. Sword in front of you, watching as the fastest of the riders headed straight for you. But from the shadows a monster screeched its fury and tackled the first incoming steed. The animal went down with a gurgled cry and the rider was thrown from its back. Ruchla picked up the horse like it was a ragdoll and slammed it into another rider as they tried to veer past it. The stampede scattered. Attempting to maneuver around the beast as it bellowed a grotesque roar and swiped at them with blackened claws. Another horse went down and the rider was Ruchla’s next victim. The orcs rushed forward as the calvary spun to face Ruchla, ready to fell the monster as it leapt away from the bloodfest it made. You kept back. Letting the orcs swing their massive weapons without worry of you getting too close. Thralest and the other orc followed suit. And with one wide arch of his ax, Thralest fell two more riders who got too close. An archer readied his bow, but a thrown dagger pierced his chest before he could lose. Bahk retrieved it by rolling over the body and deflecting a blow with his ax. What was once an impressive display of mercenary numbers, was quickly diminished by the orcs. Riders were dragged from the saddles and others leapt from their steeds in favor of fighting the orcs from the ground. But met only a gruesome fate as Ruchla joined the fray. 

Then you glimpsed a felled mercenary drag himself to his feet and raise his sword. Thralest was closest. Too fixated on the swords-woman in front of him to see the limping threat as he rushed forward. Sand kicked up behind you as you leapt into a sprint. Sword ready in an arch at your hip, releasing your tensed arm to swipe up at the opposing sword as you jumped between the war-chief and the man. The clang of metal caught Thralest’s attention. And he laughed as you forced the mercenary back. Striking heavy blows against his blocking stance. Until he put too much weight on his injured leg and went down with a cry. Your sword silenced him. And you turned just as Thralest finished his own adversary. 

His smile was wide and blood splattered the white shirt. 

“That’ll earn you a divine climax.” He said. 

You found yourself smiling. A small pant parting your lips as you looked around. Only a few of the calvary were still moving. But one had stayed on its steed. A younger man, possibly new to the band of mercenaries. And as the last of his group was tackled by Ruchla, he kicked his horse into a gallop and rode at a hastened pace towards the dunes. 

“Stop him!” You called, pointing to the retreating rider. 

Bahk grunted and withdrew a crossbow from his back. He aimed, pressing the weapon against his shoulder and took a slow breath out. The bolt whistled as it flew through the air. But it missed the horse’s hindquarters by an inch of air. 

“Let him go!.” Thralest chuckled. “The Wastes will have him.” 

You couldn’t let someone get away. You needed more information, possibly anything about other mercenaries. And you couldn’t let a witness of your cooperation with the War-Chief spread. 

“We can’t risk it.” You snapped. Running over to a horse that miraculously strayed by the camp. You swung up onto the saddle and immediately kicked its sides. The steed jolted forward with a harsh snort and the cool wind of the desert tore at the fabric of your clothes as you forced it into a gallop.

You heard Thralest call after you. But you ignored him. Rising over the hills of the oasis to peak the dunes and continue forward. The moon was bright in the desert sky and the sands were cast with a bluish light. The rider had gained some distance, but was a dark spot against the bright moonlight. An easy target in the empty Wastes.

You leaned into the saddle and gave the horse some rein. Kicking its sides to keep the speed up. 

Then you heard the gurgling howl of Ruchla. And you glanced over your shoulder to see the beast hurl over the dune’s crest and give chase. With Thralest in the saddle calling out to you. Whether the beast’s presence frightened your steed into going faster, or the rider ahead was slower, you were beginning to close in on him. 

In the distance, in the direction the rider was heading, you spotted the sand dunes dipped into the rock and jagged formations pierced from the desert ground. You watched the rider race into the canyons, disappearing around a bend in the rocks. You cursed and allowed the horse to pick its route around the bends and twists. Giving it direction only when you neared a split in the paths. 

You were just close enough you could see the flapping ends of the mercenary’s cloak as he galloped around corners. The sand beneath you was more like crumbled slate than sand. Thralest’s voice boomed in the cavern. 

“(y/n)! Come back! It is not safe here!” You needed to know what the boy knew. If anything, even a crumb of information, would be beneficial. And if he found his way to civilization, your name would be slandered. And possibly even join Thralest on the bounty board. 

Then, your horse skidded to a stop and reared with a frightened whinny. You clung to the animal. Yanking on the reins to keep its head forward, trying to get it to move. “Go, you stupid cow.” You hissed. But the animal only pivoted and threw up its head. Refusing to move. Pebbles rolled down the cliff face beside you, and you looked up to see Ruchla’s finger-like claws grip the edge of the cliff it stood on. It looked down at you with a hungry look and a display of black teeth. Thralest pulled on its chains. Forcing it to look away from you. 

“It is useless, (y/n). These canyons are a labyrinth of rock and sand. You will not find him here.” His voice was hard. Staring down at you like a commander to a ruly soldier. “We must go back.” 

“But he may-”

“We’re going back!” The echo of his voice was like a clap of thunder and your horse nickered uneasily. Shying away from the cliff Thralest stood on. But you glared up at the orc like a stubborn child. 

“If he goes back to town, my involvement with you spreads.” You said slowly. Hoping he would understand your meaning. “The risk of that happening is too great. I cannot let him go without knowing if he-”

There was a different sound. An answering roar to Thralest’s voice. You stared down the corridor of rock. Unable to see what was coming beyond the bend up ahead. But you didn’t need to wait long. For a wall of black enveloped you in seconds of the sound shaking the air around you. Sand bit at your skin and clogged your nose and mouth. You squinted your eyes shut but felt the world tilt, and suddenly you were falling. Your back slammed into the hard, jagged ground as your horse reared its fright and galloped away. Pain shot through you and the air left your lungs as you slammed into the hard floor. All you could see was black. You didn’t dare open your eyes to the storm and your ears were deafened by thundering winds. You pulled your shirt over your nose and mouth. Attempting to protect them from the biting sands. It did very little. You reached out for the cliff side somewhere beside you. Hoping to find something to hide against. A crook in the rock or a sheltered cluster of boulders. Instead, your searching hands rubbed up against scaly flesh and small spines. A massive hand clasped around your arm and you were lifted into the air. Seated between Thralest’s arms as he yanked on Ruchla’s chains. 

“Hide your face!” Thralest called over the winds. And you buried your face into his chest. You could smell the blood on the fabric, but you kept your face hidden. “Find us a cave, girl!” Ruchla made a sound like a drowning howl and started to move against the wind. The beast lowered its head against the sand and leaned into the storm like a bulldozing rhino. You could feel it straining against the winds and somewhere the sound of rocks cracking split through the wind. 

It felt like you were in the storm for an eternity. But then the winds died and the howling whistles dulled only a little. But the drumming in your ears didn’t fade until Ruchla was deep into a darkened cave. You couldn’t see a thing. It was pitch black in this shelter. 

“We’ll stay here until the storm passes.” Thralest grunted. And you felt him slide off of Ruchla’s saddle to stand beside you. There was a pause. And then you felt Thralest’s large hand take yours. An amused tone coated his words. “You can’t see can you.” 

“I’m human.” You coughed. Your throat was dry and scratchy. And your eyes felt like they had vinegar poured into them. “I’m not gifted with dark sight like you.” Thralest’s hands moved to your hips and you allowed him to lift you from the saddle and place you beside him. Almost immediately, a sharp pain shot up your leg, and you crumpled against him with a cry. 

“M-My leg.” You gasped. Gripping your thigh and feeling the material wet beneath your hand. 

Thralest held you against him, keeping the weight off of your injury, but leaned over to ruffle through the saddlebags on Ruchla. You didn’t see what he retrieved, but the bright flash of light was blinding. And you winced against the sudden spark of fire as a waxy, burning torch was struck to life. “You’re bleeding.” Thralest grunted. “Here sit.” He guided you to a rock and helped ease you onto the seat. Keeping your leg straight as Thralest stabbed the torch into a crook in the rock. Leaving it there to light the cave as he crouched in front of you. His large hands tenderly tilted your leg to display a deep gash in your skin. And a sharp slate of rock protruding from the bleeding flesh.

The pain was beginning to set in and you grunted as Thralest’s fingers brushed too close to the wound. 

“I guess this is karma for not following orders.” You tried to joke. But Thralest didn’t share your humor. He took a hold of the fabric of his shirt and tore it with one smooth motion. Tying the shreds of material around your wound, applying pressure to the gash and you gritted your teeth against the pain.

“I cannot remove the rock without risking you losing too much blood,” Thralest said through a growl. “We will have to wait out this sand storm. It may be hours before we get back to camp.” 

You nodded. Breathing heavily as you tried to keep your leg still. The fabric was already turning red and the pain was turning hot. It was either losing too much blood or risking an infection. And as you met Thralest hard stare, you knew he was thinking the same thing. 

“If we find some kindling and a stick, we could cauterize it.” You suggested. But it was meant with a curl of Thralest lips, as if he detested the idea. 

“No. There isn’t enough plant life in these canyons for that. The torch’s fuel is not well suited for Human skin.” He huffed a heavy breath and looked towards the entrance of the cave. Where Ruchla was curled up, its large maw resting on its massive paws; watching the raging sands and winds pass by. “There are people in these cliffs that could help you. It may be their magic that brought on this storm.” 

You followed his gaze to the whirling sands. Or more, the blackness that was the storm. You couldn’t see anything beyond the small circle of light from the torch. The shadows danced around Thralest’s large frame like curious critters. Casting a somber light over his face as he turned to address you. 

“I will need to leave you here to find help.” You grabbed his arm and shook your head. You scolded yourself for the spark of fear that rushed through you at being left alone in a cave, in the dark, Injured. 

“I’ll be ok.” You half laughed. Hoping your smile was more reassuring than the shake in your voice. “It's only a small gash. I can survive a tiny rock.” 

Thralest looked down at your leg once more. And you hoped the pain wasn’t plain on your face. You’ve had worse things sticking out of you. A rock was nothing. He finally gave in to the feeble tugs on his arm. Having him sit next to you on the rock. His eyes never left your leg as you looked past the circle of warm orange light, to the dark figure of Ruchla. You really couldn’t make out what was a leg or its head or a paw.

“I’m sorry for panicking.” You finally let out. The crushing silence finally cracking with your words. “My…My masters, the people that gave me your contract, don’t take kindly to turncoats or deserters.” You sighed heavily. Unable to meet Thralest’s gaze as you continued. “I’ll be killed. Hung from a noose or put in a cage on the city walls to rot. That’s why I went after the mercenary. In case he knew something. Or to ensure he doesn’t speak about us if he ever found civilization again.” Your fingers drifted to touch Thralest’s arm. Feeling the muscle beneath his skin and the warmth that radiated from him. “I’m just…” The word sat on your tongue like a sour taste. Your lips didn’t dare speak it, but in your heart you felt it drum against your ribcage and rattle your mind with unwanted memories. Thralest seemed to understand the unspoken words. And he didn’t let your mind wander too far. His finger dipped under your chin and tilted your head back so he could kiss you. His lips enveloped yours in a comforting softness. And you felt that unwanted feeling disperse as his scent surrounded you. 

When he leaned away, Thralest rested his forehead against yours and brushed his thumb along your cheek. “Whatever you left in the Realm, is lost in the Wastes.” He said. “Here we do not care if you are a murderer or runaway. Here, you can be whoever you want to be. That is the beauty, but also the curse, of the Wastes. In order to become someone new, you must also let go of your older self. Don't forget them. But release them.” Another kiss was given and you felt your body relax against his. “Out here, your masters cannot follow. And if they try, I’ll ensure their chains can never hold you.” The venom in his voice didn’t cause you unease. But held enough conviction to soothe the last of your worried mind. Here in this cave, with his presence beside you, you felt like nothing could touch you. 

You smiled. Feeling a small burn build behind your eyes and nodded. Wordlessly thanking him with a deep kiss that had your fingers curling in his hair and pulling him down into you. But the moment was shattered when his leg bumped yours and the pain made you gasp. He grunted a humorless laugh and brought your hand up to his lips. 

“We will have to be patient.” He said against your skin. With a glow in his eyes that had your lower half smoldering for his touch. 

“I’ve never been very patient.” You huffed. But the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as the storm continued to rage outside.

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