Turkey Punch

We were separated from our hunting party deep in the woods. Just me and a whelp barely old enough to carry is broadsword, dusk was setting in and we knew that we would not be able to rejoin the others by time night fell, so we decided to make camp and head back to our stronghold at first light.

“Whelp! Retrieve more wood for the fire, while I check the traps.” I order.

*Sigh* “Yes, sir.” Said the whelps who’s name I forget

“Where is your Orc honor, you don’t sigh when given an order from an elder.” I snap.

“My apologizes, sir. As you know, I am not full Orc, I share blood with the humans.” Says the whelp.

“Nor am I! I share blood with the elf’s, but I still keep my Orc honor!” I say loudly.

“I take my leave, sir.”

“You better.” I say as I head off in the opposite direction of the whelp. While checking the traps and finding nothing, I move forth to my last set of traps. I see a light from the trees in the distant. Happily I brought my weapons, maybe the holder of the light could be relived of some food and other goods.

Tracking through the brush trying not to make to much noise, I hear in a distant idle chat, between two females of the elf race.

“I need some hard cock between my legs tonight.” You say.

“Have you completed you conquest, yet m’lady.”  Asked your companion.

“No, I am yet an Orc and a Wolfblood.”

“You are going through with the Orc?! You know that when they relieve, the barbs on their giant members, shoot in all directions penetrating the lady parts of their partners insides so that they can implant their seed deep inside.” You companion explained.

“How do you know, maybe it is just a myth, like how all Darkeyed’s have the biggest cocks of all the races.” I hear you retort.

“Do they not?”

“NO, the human I was with, was far bigger than the Darkeyed, I was with.” You say now almost to my position.

“Now is my chance, and yours.” I think to myself, as I jump out and grab you both by the hair, both of you kicking and screaming.

“Get off you bitch.” Your companion screams.

“Lets us go! We will give you whatever you want! Just don’t kill us!” You beg.

“Kill you and I can have whatever, I want anyways. Now shut up, you Woodkin are too squealy.” I say. Your companion starts to screech and it hurts my ears. Not being able to take anymore, I smash your head together, knocking you both unconscious. Picking you both up and throwing you both over my broad shoulder with my free hand I see that one of my traps has won us a large rodent. Picking the trap I head back to camp.

“Where have you been?” asked the whelp even before seeing me.

“I return with food and…entertainment.” I say as I approach with you and your companion slung over my shoulder and trap in hand. “Now hand me those bindings.”

“Where did you get them, and why did you take them?” asks the whelp.

“Listen human blood! You take the squealer and I will take the elf slut. Take her into your tent and make her squeal again.”

“I… I don’t know yet the touch.”

“Well it looks like you will get it tonight.”

“I don’t know if I will rip her apart and with her not being prepped she could die!”

“There is only one way to find out.”

“Do you know if you will rip her insides and tear them out of her?”

“I do know, and I have made peace with what happens.”

“She is your bloodkin!”

“And if she survives she will have a child that won’t kill her.” I respond taking you into my tent. “AND COOK THE RAT!” I knew what would happen when I planted my seed, just that, with my ancestor being of another race, I had no barbs and with such no children, but I did have large bulges where my barbs would have been. Laying you down I take a drink from my goblet. Trying to decide how I was going to take you. You begin to stir.

“Where is the rest of your party?” I ask

“We were alone.”

“Why would two of your kind be alone?”

“We can take care of ourselves.”

“Ha! Yes you did well, you didn’t even draw your bows before I was able to take you.”

“Speaking of taking us, where are we?”

“Not your concern.”

“You know that I know that you are not full Orc, you share my blood.”

“How observant of you, was it the ears?”

“Well yes and your ability to speak in more than broken language.”

“Stay quiet, and I will let you live, now you are bound, so stay there while I go and fill my belly before I fill yours.” I say leaving the tent and sitting by the fire. Picking up the rodent, I take a leg, as I hear the whelp taking care of the squealer, asking if she is ok and such. No doubt due to his human side. I hear a twig snap I turn around and see you running away. Not wanting you to warn others of our location, I run after you. I catch you quickly and throw you to the ground.

“Where do you think you are going?” I snarl

“Away from here, I will not be raped and killed willingly.”

“A fighter I see.” I say as I tare your top off, exposing your large breast. My cock stirs.

“NO, GET OFF OF ME!” you yell. I cover your mouth with one hand and grab your leggings with the other. As I rip them off I shove two fingers into your dripping snatch.

“Oh you are enjoying this aren’t you?”

“NO!” Your scream muffles through my hand. I piston my large fingers, violently in and out of you. You start to moan as I find your pleasure spot, the rough skin inside you is easy to find in your full blood kind. You release your fight slightly. Pushing your tight pussy into my hand, grinding into my fingers. I release my hand from your mouth.

“Oh what a dirty elf slut you are!” I say as you lift and put pressure on my hand with your body weight. Grinding yourself on my hand.

I pull my fingers out of you and stand over you already in a seating position. I remove my trousers and pull out my cock, and shove it into your mouth, the fear is present in your eyes, you know that if I let go and shoot my cum in your mouth, there is a chance you will die if my barbs release, with little options you decide to not die in the situation without too having an orgasm and place your fingers inside yourself, sucking my cock and rubbing your twat, our moans are heard throughout the woods.

“Oh yes you dirty slut cunt. Milk me dry.” I say as I explode into the back of your throat as I hold your head on my cock. The fear is too much, and you orgasm and wait to die. When you realize that you aren’t going to die, you fall back, chest heaving. Your breast rises and falls in the moonlight. I drop down and shove my face into your dripping honey hole. I lap up your cum that is dripping from your lips. Doing my best to avoid my tusks that are pronounced but not overlapping my mouth. I lick your clit, as I shove my fingers deep inside you again. You reach up and grab my head as I eat your pussy, pushing my face into you further. I feel your cunt tighten around my fingers and you let out a loud screech.

“OH THE GODS!” you scream. As I kneel over you and prepare myself to enter you. You spread you pussy lips apart to accommodate my girth. I take no quarter and slam my cock deep inside of you with no hesitation. Slamming in and out of you my cock bulges pulsing as I piston inside of you. You writhe on the ground as I pound you. No moans just screams of pleasure come from your mouth being able to go much longer that most of the other races, I pound you to two more orgasms. I pull out of you and flip you over where you are on all fours like a bitch, I let you know what you look like.

“Yes, make me your bitch.”

“I already have.” I say as I enter you from behind, pulling out and pushing back into you, I place my thumb into your arsehole. You let out a yelp and try and pull away, but I grab you hair and pull back hard. I fuck you like the dog that you are until you cream on my cock for the third time. I pull out of you and stand slightly over you and press my cock into your arse. Slowly I take it, knowing that the pain could be to much and I could rip you open with my girth and with no way to care for the wound you could die, I am not done with you so I want you to stay alive. I Slide my first bulge into you, screaming in pleasured pain. You breath a sigh of relief as soon as your ass sucks the first in, pressing further in until the second bulge, I allow you to push slightly back into me, giving you a little help I spit some saliva onto my cock for lubrication, after a while, my cock is fully inside you and now I pull back out slightly faster and then press back in, as I pull out and push back in each time, I pick up speed until I am fully fucking you hard.

I woke just before day break, you are still sleeping, knowing full well that your people would be out looking for you shortly. I rise and go to break camp as to avoid any unwanted fight with our bow wielding kin. Looking at your naked body, breast heaving in your sleep. My Cock begins to stir, I remove my trousers and take my chances, with the time and lay back down on my back, I roll you over having you face between my legs, I slap my cock against your lips, with instinct you open your mouth, I slide my cock between your lips and slowly lift and lower your head, even in your unconscious state you are great at sucking my Orc cock.

I increase my tempo, faster I make you suck my cock, but I go too fast, too deep, I press my cock into your throat and you gag. When you open your eyes, you struggle with the intrusion in your mouth at first. Then you submit after I hold your head down and you swallow my cock after a few seconds of not being able to breath, you will do anything to get air into your lungs. I allow you to lift for air. When you do, you replace your mouth with your hand, stroking my rock hard bumpy member as you catch your breath. A moment passes, and you look around to gather your surroundings, never releasing my cock. You place your mouth back down, and slurp away, giving an excess of saliva, your head bobbing, my orgasm is rising my barbs expand and I hold your head in place as I skull fuck you, spraying my seed down your throat, you gag and force your head back, I release my grip allowing you to breath, I semen is not done and it sprays on your face, my white sticky cum splatters on your face with three full sprays, coating your Elf face.

About that time, I hear in the distant a scream which I can only assume is your name. “We must go.” I say quietly.

“Let me go and I will explain everything to them. Most of my people know that I am a slut and will understand.” You reply

“No, I have more faith that you will tell the truth.” I say as I bind your hands and gag your mouth with what is left of your shirt.

I open the tent and wake the whelp, your companion is still sleeping fully dressed, I bind and gag her as well. The whelp puts out the fire as I stand you and your companion to the side. Your companion sees that you are naked and through her gag shows her concern. You just shake your head as her to not be bothered with it.

“What about the camp?” asks the whelp

“Use their bows and make it seems as they attacked.”

“They will know that these two didn’t attack us.”

“That isn’t the point they will know that someone did and give us a few more minutes.” I snap.

The whelp does as he is told, and me make our way west in the opposite direction of your people.

“Why is she naked?” asked the whelp.

“Because you can’t properly fuck someone unconscious properly with their garments on.” I say looking at your companion.

“I just…” starts the whelp.

“You just let your human blood take over.” I interrupt.

“You could have at least, given her some clothes to wear.”

“Listen human, I didn’t have time, between my cock being down her throat and her people around, I didn’t have time to take her to a wardrobe.” I snap.

“So, you actually, had your way with her, how is she able to walk?” inquired the whelp.

“It is part of my deluded blood, when some of our kind has deluded blood, we lose some of what makes us full Orc’s.” I say softly.

“Do you think that I have the same condition?” asked the whelp trying to hide his excitement.

“There are a number of ways to find out. All ways lead to someone potentially getting impaled, either you or someone else.” I snicker.

“What do you mean me?” asked the whelp offendedly.

“You are part human, everyone knows that humans are obsessed with self-pleasure, just stroke your cock until you get off and see if you lose your hand.” I laugh “Or test it out on the squealer.”

We stop at the mouth of a river that runs away from a road, so that we are out of sight for the most part.

“Drink and clean up.” I say as I untie and ungag you and your companion. “If you scream, I will cut you down here and now.”

Without a word, you both walk into the river. The whelp fills our traveling bladders. While you two are in the river, I overhear your idle chatters.

“When are we going to run?” Asked your companion.

“For now, we aren’t, I already tried to escape last night, and was caught quickly.” You respond.

“You were going to leave without me?” Your companion asked with betrayal in her voice.

“Yes, but I was going to get the guard and come back for you. It was the only way that I could, think of.”

“So, what happened?”

“I will tell you another time, but I will say that, I now only have one on my list now.” You say with a slight smile.

“TIME TO GO” I say loudly.

“Don’t you think we should get her some clothes?” Asked the whelp.

“Yes, let us just stop at the next town, with these two bound and gagged. Everyone will be ok with that.” I jest.

“I am just saying.”

“Fine if it bothers you that much.” I take off my shirt and hand it to you. “Put this on, you seem to be offending the whelp.”

The shirt swallows your small frame but covers all of you. With that I replace your bindings and gags. Careful not to walk to close to the road to avoid being spotted. We walk for hours before the whelp speaks.

“They need to eat”

“I am aware, but they will survive until we decide what to do with them.”

“What are we going, we are walking away from the stronghold.”

“I know, whelp.”

About that time, I hear a footstep that ruffles some leaves. In the shadow of a tree I see something hide behind some shrub.

“Reveal yourself!” I demand.

“AS YOU WISH!” say a group of bandits in unison.

“Give us your gold and your women, and you two shall not be harmed.” Says the assumed leader of the bandits.

“Come and get what you seek.” I respond as I raise my sword and shield.

“You are out manned, Orcs.” The leader spoke again.

“Five on two. It is you that is out manned.” Replied the whelp.

“Give us our bows and we will assist.” You mumble threw the gag.

“Us or them, Elf? I am not taking those chances.” I snarl.

The leader steps forward, a human by the looks of him, as are most of the bandits with him.

“They have no ranged attacks.” Says the whelp.

“I have noticed.” I respond.

“Please don’t make us cut you down.” says a young-looking bandit.

No other words are spoke. The leader of the bandit waves his hand and we are charger. The whelp and I have our backs to you and your companion. Two bandits come at both the whelp each. With out two on one disadvantage, we make quick work, sword swing and clash. With in minuets there is only the leader. Whom has made his way to you and your companion. He stands in front you proudly.

“At least I will take one life today.”  The bandit says as he raises his sword. Before he can begin to bring it down. I pierce through his throat from the back, my blade is staring you in the face. With the initial stab, blood sprays your face and I can see terror in your eyes. I remove my blade and more blood coats your face. The body falls to the ground.

“That was fun! Come here girl.” I exclaim. I check to make sure that you are not hurt.

“We need to go.” The whelp says.

“First I need something from the woman.” I retort as I push you to the ground on your knees just over the dead bandit leaders’ carcass. I remove the gag, your face still covered in blood.

“Thank you.” You say softly.

“You can thank me, with your mouth, not your words.” I reply as I push my trouser down my cock standing at attention.

Your hands still bound. You open your mouth and I furiously assault your mouth with my cock. Grabbing your head, I control the speed and I am quickly skull fucking you without regard, you just open your mouth as wide as possible. Your saliva stands off my cock and your bottom lip into a pool on the bandit leaders dead face. My orgasm rises, just before I relive myself, I pull out spraying your face again and again, multiple times my cum mixes with the blood on your face.

“That is a good look for you.” I say laughing. I pull my trousers up and lift you to your feet.

“Have you no regard for anything?” Ask the whelp, offendedly.

“We move, after you search the bodies.” I say not answering his question.

“Where are we going?” ask the whelp as we continue west.

“I am not sure, I just have something telling me that we need to keep heading in this direction to avoid be captured, by their people.”

“Why did you make her take your member in her mouth?” he asked.

“Because HER mouth was warm, and the excitement of the fight made me feel vigor.” I replied.

“Do you even know her name?”

“No, and I don’t really care.” I reply loud enough so that you hear me.

“Do you not care, about her as an individual?”

“I guess if I had to think about it, I would say yes, as long as she is some service to me.” Again, I speak loud enough that you are able to hear.

“We still need to eat.” Whines the whelp.

“What were you able to find in the bodies?” I inquire.

“Nothing of value, except for a bag of fruits they stashed behind some shrub.”

“Then we stop at the next clearing.” I say feeling peckish myself.

We reach a clearing before mid-day. We stop, and I untie you and your companion. I hand you a fruit and notice that your bindings have cut into your skin.

“Are you hurt?” I ask.

“You made it quite clear, at you don’t care about my wellbeing.”

“Fair enough, but I do care if you are able to grasp at my cock, when I wish it of you.”

“Hmm, I am fine, I moved to block the sword of that bandit.”

“Well at least you had instinct to protect yourself.” I tried to sound encouraging.

You press the fruit to your mouth, like an animal. I hand your companion a fruit and check her, she is fine.

“We eat, we rest, and we stay quiet. If you or your squealer, so much as make an unnecessary sound, and I will cut your tongues out.” I say quietly.

“What is your plan? We are days from the stronghold and we have barley enough provisions to sustain any more time out here.”

“I have no plans, I am not going back to the stronghold either.”

“What!?”

“I am done with that life, if I have to, survive off the fat of the land and dead backs of bandits, then so be it. If you choose to leave, take the women with you.”

“I will decide, by day break on the morrow.” Sighed the whelp

I look back at you and the squealer, both of you have your belly’s full and eyes shut and your face now clean.

“We will find a place to camp in this area.” I say to the whelp.

“What camp? We have nothing.”

“We will find something.” I snap. “You stay with them, I will return within the hour.”

“And if something is to happen.”

“Don’t let it happen.” I respond as I head north to the hill.

After a while I find a cave, that houses wolves, I clear them out, with quite a struggle, one of them gashes my arm with their teeth.

“That takes care of shelter and food.” I think to myself.

Heading back, I set traps at the opening of the cave, and go to retrieve you and the others. When we get back to the cave. Everything is as it was, it has been no longer than half and hour since I was here killing the wolves, so the meat was still fresh. The whelp and I went to tending to it as you and your companion looked over the cave.

Night falls and we cook the meat and let the hides tan. This will be my new place to live, you are going back in the morning. Our time is up together, but I plan to make it memorable.

“What is the plan?” you ask as you bandage my arm.

“The plan is you go back in the morning, with the whelp, and I stay here.” I inform you

“That is it, you drag me away, have your way with me and then send me back?”

“Yes, and when you return to your people, you say that the whelp saved and returned you. If I don’t hear from him within the week, I will come for you and your people and I will skull fuck, every single decapitated head of your people.”

“That won’t be necessary. I will do as you ask.”

“You better had, now, strip.” I tell you as you finish bandaging my arm.

“That’s new, I didn’t have the option last night.”

I reach out and grab your throat.

“What makes you think you have an option.” I snarl, I rip my shirt clean from your body, leaving you naked.

Squeezing your throat harder until you gasp for air, I push you against the cold cave wall, I feel your skin dimple from the cold and the lack of oxygen. I reach down with my free hand and rub your slit. You are already dripping wet, your cunt open and waiting, I push two fingers inside of you, you widen your stance to accommodate the intrusion. A breathless gasp escapes your mouth, you fumble at my trousers reaching for my cock desperately. I pull you up by the throat until you are on the tips of your feet, eyes watering as you edge closer and closer to submitting your body to me.

When you get off on my finger, you gush, a fountain flows over my hand. You scream with very little air, then you go limp still conscious, just spent. I release your throat and remove my fingers from inside you. You fall strait to the ground, I care not to catch you. Lifting yourself up to your knees, a puddle forms underneath you as you continue to cum. I pull my cock out and shove it into your mouth, you reach for the base, I slap your hand away and fuck just your face, I put all of my force into assaulting your mouth, within a couple of mouth strokes, I am hitting the back of your throat with the tip of my cock, each thrust pushes your head back into the cave wall, your instinct is to push your head forward away from the pain, all the better for me.

You gag and spit as much as you can as my assault continues in your mouth. Eventually, I show you pity and grab your hair pulling you toward me and pushing deeper into you. I watch your throat expand with my cock buried inside you, no oxygen. Your eyes roll and just before you pass out, I pull back. You come back around quickly deep breaths you take, like you have been under water for too long, I waste no time and do the same thing again, watching for your eyes to roll then I retreat my member from trying to touch your lungs. Four more times I do this until I allow you to control the tempo. You reach for my cock sliding your hands over the bulges where my barbs should be if I was full Orc. Stroking and sucking you bring me to orgasm, as I cum I grab you again, and again I make my cock down the back of your throat until it shoots my seed deep into your belly.

Gasping you fall to the side, feeling accomplished that you didn’t drown or suffocate. I lower myself in between you legs and lap feverishly at your drenched snatch, drape your legs over shoulders I lift up standing, your body just dangles as you have no where to go, I stick my tongue deep into you as I bring one of my hands to your clit and rub with force, quickly start to scream in pleasure unable to control yourself, you thrash about. Eventually you lift yourself up into a sitting position on my shoulders you stabilize yourself against the wall and ride my face. Screaming loudly as you cum, again you drench me, this time it is my face. Your flood flows down my chest as you slump over my head. Unable to breath myself. I slam you down back first onto our make shift bed, you gasp deeply for air. I waste no time and slide my cock into you, now that it is as hard as I can ever remember it. Your legs stick up straight in the air, as I push into you. You have a look of relief, as if to say “Finally”, but no words come out, you take me all of me until I an embedded in you, hard and fast I fuck you. Pushing my cock into your rough skin inside of you. You squirm about as you accept my cock. I move you legs to either side of me and roll over allowing you to ride me, and you do. You lift on your knees and swing your breast just in front of my face. Up and down you move your lower half making your top half hit me in the face as you use your hands for support. The sound of us has no doubt filled the cave as well as the smell of our sex.

You get yourself closer and closer to getting off, now you have positioned yourself sitting on my cock and rocking back and forth, grinding your body against me, I can see my cock pressing the inside of your stomach, you reach down and rub your clit as you grind on my body. Licking my fingers, I reach up and roll your nipples in between my thumb and fingers. You lean back and release covering me again, which makes me bow to you being on top of me and let go myself cumming deep inside of you, based on your position and the depth of my cock, there is no need for my barbs, there is a good chance that you have received my seed and will carry. You collapse on top of me exhausted and are almost instantly asleep. As am I.

When I awake, day has not broke and my cock is twitching inside of you, you slowly start to wiggle your arse about and slowly you wake and start to fuck me. You keep it slow and quickly cum, not drenching like the previous night, but in a more intimate manner. You keep fucking me through your orgasm, bringing me to my own, again I cum deep inside of you. You kiss me and remove yourself from your straddle, laying beside me, you sleep again. I rise and check the rest of the cave everything is in order. I check on the whelp and the squealer, the are sleeping the whelps face in between your companion’s legs. No doubt he did all the work.

“Poor guy.” I say to myself

I step out of the cave and the day breaks, I start a fire and begin to cook and check the hides. Nothing exciting is going to happen today, except for you leaving with the whelp after breakfast.

“We leave.” Says the whelp.

“Be safe and if I don’t hear from you within the week, the slut knows what will happen.” I say loudly as you walk out of the cave with my shirt wrapped around you in the best possible manner as to cover all your body.

You come over and sit next to me.

“You know that you don’t have to do this, you can come back as well.” You inform me.

“I know but I choose a different path now.”

“How will I let you know everything is as it should be?” interjects the whelp.

“Find away, you know where I will be. Be safe all of you.” I say.

“Goodbye Orc.” You say sternly, there is pain in your voice.

“Goodbye, Elf.” I say as you walk away. Sitting at the cave, I suddenly rise to my feet, quickly I head in the direction that you left. Running after you.

“ELF!” I yell. You stop and turn around.

“What Orc.”

“What is your name.”

“Tell me yours first.”

“My name has no meaning anymore.” I respond, you look at me blankly then after a moment.

It had been months since I had see you, but none the less you were always in my thoughts, the primitive side of me, knew that I missed your sex, but the higher thought side of me knew that I missed your passion, both of these I had to suppress, because thinking only made my life harder, I needed to be able to react out here. You had kept your promise and the whelp had sent word of such down the river. Life out here was relatively peaceful. I hunted for food and supplies, the river was close by, I had fortified my dwellings, and successfully fended off many of bandits that tried to claim my progress as their own.

There was one night that a group of bandits that tried to take my lodgings, they had a female Orc captive, when I had relieved her captures of their heads and took their supplies, I released her. She offered herself to me for many days while she recovered. I relented, I told myself that I didn’t trust her enough, but the higher thought knew that wasn’t it. She wasn’t you. When she recovered I sent her on her way with enough supplies for a few days, a week if she wasn’t wasteful.

Later Horac, the Whelp, came to visit, he was out hunting and wanted to make sure that I wasn’t dead, damn human side of his. He stayed just shy of a fortnight, before he returned to the stronghold but, before he left he told me that you had asked many, many, times about me on the way back to your people, and that you had told him that if he was to ever see me again that I should visit you.

Once he had left, and my life was back to the way I liked it, my mind left me and was focused on you. Something about you had me, gooey, for a lack of better words. I sat by my fire just watching the flame, while transfixed on the fire, I came back to me. I stood up gathered somethings to take on the trip and headed towards you.

I had no idea, what I was going to do. Was I just going to walk up and be allowed in? Was I going to sneak in and take you again? I thought to myself. Either way, I had sometime to think about it. Walking down the road, I noticed that I was being followed. A group of bandits mistaking me for a traveling merchant, they were dispatched quickly they didn’t even use their numbers to their favor, they kind of took turns attacking me, they must have been new to the life. Not liking supplies to go to waste, I took most of their possessions, and continued on my way.

Now no more than half a day away, I stop and make camp waiting for the answer to strike me. How was I going to see you again? Why was I going to see you again? I knew the answer to the latter but didn’t want to face it. I kept telling myself that it was because of your submission to me. That seemed to work for a while, but it was never true. I would never let you know of course, the power you had over me, was to much, for you to know about. A small fire and simple lean tent easy to conceal and easy to clean up. My decision was made how I was going to see you.

Day broke and I rose with it. Packed up my gear and dressed for the occasion. Strapping myself with every blade I had. The numbers were not going to be in my favor, but I had to try. I took the long trek preparing myself for breaking down the gates. More than halfway there I could smell you. Your scent although slightly altered but definitely yours, lingered in the air, no more than a day ago you were in this area, the stirring in my breeches and my tunic conflicted each other. The closer I got the stronger your scent, like you were leaving me a trail on how to get to you. Following your trail now I could see your walls rather high scaling them would be close to impossible, but if that is what it took, so be it.

Your scent took me to the front gate, I stayed out of sight, as to not alert the guards, I would need stealth, if I was to get to you. Something inside of me told me to use the gate, that there would be no need for a fight, this thought I could not shake, it seemed more than a thought it was a whisper. The whisper calmed me down and I listened, but not without my blades drawn.

Approaching the gate, no alarm, no guards seemed to notice me. The guards on watch kept eyes straight ahead, not a twitch nor gesture, at the gate I did the only thing that seemed reasonable, kicking the gate open with force that made the large doors test their hinge. Doors slamming into the walls that stand behind. I walk through, and the people of your town only look startled for a second, look at me and smile, then continue about their days, buy and selling, talking and carrying on. A young man, dressed in royal servant garb, approaches me.

“Good day, sir, please lower your weapons and follow me.” Says the young man.

“Where are you to take me?” I ask. Following the man

“We have been expecting you.”

“Have you now? Then why are your people still in the town?” I snarl. Still I follow

“We were told that you were honorable and would not fight if you didn’t feel threatened.”

“And who told you that?”

“The princess of course.”

“I assure you, I have never met no princess of yours, nor of any royalty isn’t in my blood.” I say as we reach your small castle.

“Maybe not, but yours is in royalty.” The young man says as he opens the doors to your hall.

“What do you mean?” I say looking to the man, as he closes the doors leaving me alone in the biggest room I have ever seen.

Walking around the long table, I see your companion, the squealer, she gestures for me to follow. Cautiously I keep her in my sights and follow her from a distance as she turns down corridors and walks up stairs. She leads me to a room and is standing at the entrance the door is open, she points a finger to go inside, but doesn’t look at me as I walk past her.

“Come in, come in.” you say dressed in a beautiful gown.

“Sophya, what is all this?” I ask.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I am the princess of my people.”

“I have gathered that now, but no you didn’t tell me.”

“Well I am and they all believed everything that I told them, and your friend, who’s name isn’t “The Whelp” was able to return with many gifts and praises to your people.” You say still standing with your back to me.

“Yes, Horac told me, last month.”

“You learned his name, about time, you know that he idealizes you right.”

“Must be his Human side.”

“Yes, it must be.” You say with much more confidence than I have ever heard from you. “But there is another name that you are going to have to learn”

“I know yours and I know his, I also know your companions name.

“Do you? What is it?” You ask as you pin your hair up.

“Squealer.” I say in jest.

“Well that isn’t her name, but good try.”

“You want me to learn, her real name?”

“Eventually, sure.”

“Then whose name, shall I learn.”

“Our offspring’s.” you say as you turn slowly around.

Your belly is swollen just enough to be noticeable. I stand dumbfounded for a second, then I hear your royal servant in my head. Maybe not, but yours is in royalty.

“Are you going to be ok, you haven’t spoke in a while?” you ask. Your words break my thoughts.

“Oh, my,” I say walking over to you. Placing a hand on your belly. “Have you chosen a name.”

“No, I was hoping that you and I could do that together.”

“That would be nice.” I say as I kiss your forehead.

“Would you like to stay, or are you going to kidnap me again?”

“I might need some time to think about it.”

“Well do so, take all the time that you need, but please start by thinking about it during your bath, you smell horrible.”

“I used the river last week.”

“I can tell.” You chuckle.

Touching your belly, I look deeply into your eyes, and kiss you. Deeply you kiss back, with such passion that I feel knots in my stomach.

“I missed you, Turlug.” You say

“The Whelp?” I ask, knowing that I never gave you my name.

“Mmhmm” you reply through a giggle and kiss me again.

A moment later a knock at the door.

“The bath has been drawn, for the brute.” The squealer says.

“Did you squeal like a pig when you tested it?” I asked walking by her, looking back at you and smiling. You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Meet me in the courtyard when you are done.” You instruct.

Another servant leads me to the bath, the bath is nice, I clean and ask myself, what am I doing here? Not answering myself, after a short time, I get out, going to retrieve my clothes, I find that they have been replaced, with clean regal clothes. Dressing and checking myself over, a white tunic with your crest, plain black hosens, and black shoes. A jest on your part I feel, non-the less I head out to find you. The servant who saw me into the bath is waiting outside the door.

“This way sir.” The servant says as he walks down the hall.

“Thanks for the clothes.”

“That was the princess, her handmaiden said that she should rub them in dirt first so that you felt more at home.”

“That one is a charmer, I think.” I reply dryly.

As we reach the courtyard I see you. The way that the light hits you and the smell of recently bloomed flowers, the knots are back, now there are more of them.

“Well you clean up nicely.” You greet.

“Thank you, the clothes are nice.” I reply.

“There was some discussion on how you would feel about them.”

“The man who led me out here said as much.” I reply as we walk around the courtyard.

“Yes, he is a very honest man, so that doesn’t surprise me.”

“How did you know that I was coming?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Truth be told I didn’t. Until a scout report that he had seen an Orc sleeping half a days walk away, I was only hoping that it was you.”

“Your people didn’t seem bothered by me.”

“I held a speech, in the morning addressing you.”

“What exactly did you tell them? I am assuming that you didn’t tell them the truth, or my head would be off my shoulders.”

“I told them that you had helped Horac, but you were badly injured and thought for dead.”

“Why go through the trouble?”

“You mean besides our child?”

“Yes, which leaves me to ask.”

“Go on.”

“You said yourself a slut, how can I be sure that you are with my child?”

“Fair question, but you will just have to take my word, there are things that I do not wish to discuss with you at the moment.”

“The word of a slut?”

“No, the word of a princess.”

“I don’t care your title. It holds little regards to me.”

Our conversation has taken us back to your quarters, and with out realizing so, I feel toyed with. Upon entering your room, you dismiss the servants and pour me a drink, handing it to me, you look deeply into my eyes, like you are trying to find something that is hidden away.

“You won’t find what you are looking for.” I say letting you know that I see what you are doing.

“You have no idea, “What I am looking for.” You retort.

“Then why don’t you tell me.”

“Because you don’t want to show it to me, now we both have that secret.” You say sternly.

After finishing my drink, I start to head to the door.

“I guess I’ll…” I start to say but am cut off by you grabbing me and kissing me with more passion, than I have ever felt.

You pull me back, further into your chambers closer to the bed. The passionate kiss continues for some time, our tongues intertwine, as you let out a soft moan. Slowly you reach to pull my tunic over my head. Breaking the kiss only long enough to slip the cloth over my face, you break the kiss and pull me in for a hug. Holding me for a long beautiful moment, you pull back and drop the top of your dress, revealing your breast, bigger than the last time we met, I reach out to play with them. I take your nipples in-between my thumbs and fore fingers rolling them around, you let out a soft moan. While I attend to your lovely chest, you reach down and over my trousers caress my already bulging hard on.

After a few minutes of our play, you drop down to your knees and remove my trousers, exposing my hard cock now at full mast. Slowly you take the tip into your mouth, using an excess of saliva, you use your hands to spread the spit around. Both hands stroke my cock as if you were feeding it into your mouth still just only at the tip. I reach for the back of your head and try to push your mouth further down my dick. You pull back gagging.

“Please, let me to this, I am not able to do as much as I was.” You say after you stop gagging.

“You have the control.” I say, something that I have never said to anyone.

With that you resume taking my cock, the way that you had before. Slowly you try and feed me into you. After a few moments, you remove one of your hands and put it up your dress. While you pump me into your mouth, sliding your hand over me bumpy member, you have taken more into your mouth, your hand under your dress moves at the same pace as the hand on my cock. Within seconds; loud slurps, muffled moans, wet fingering, and pleasured grunts feel the air.

With all of the windows and doors open, I am sure that we are loud enough that many people can hear our pre-fornication. I can only imagine the intent at which your servants are listening, perhaps they are pleasuring each other while they are listening, but I doubt it, since I don’t hear the squealer being plowed.

My thoughts are brought back to you, when I hear you moan louder, and realize

My thoughts are brought back to you, when I hear you moan louder, and realize that my own orgasm was building, your pumping and sucking increased, I let out loud moans to let you know that I am close to cumming. You recognize this and increase your attention further, I am unable to hold in any longer, I pull back, I have not cum since the last time we were together, I was afraid of how much there would be. I take my cock from you and air it at your breast. I let out a large grunt and with the grunt came multiple huge shots that splattered your chest, you let out a moan of ecstasy, you have brought your self to cum. Still more semen is shooting out of me, now you have taken my cock back from me and air it at your face, three more smaller spurts hit your face, coating your beautiful feminine features with white sticky goo.

You position yourself on the bed, laying on your back, a large pool where you got yourself off still in the floor. I regain my composure and drop between your legs. Slowly I kiss up one of your legs, until I reach the top where your leg and torso meet. I run my tongue down the crease of your leg, reaching the pump side of your sex. Placing a finger just inside of you, enough to get it wet. I trace your pussy lips with my finger, as I suck on the side of your mound, not wanting to give you too much, until I hear you beg, and beg you do. Not so much with words but moans of anticipation and frustration, your body moves in ways that only imply that you need me to do more, you need me to give you release.

I oblige, I run my wet finger up until I reach your clit, lightly, I brush the tip of my finger across your pleasure, rolling you hips forward, your body asking for more, again I give. Putting my mouth over your clit, I stick out my tongue and roll it back and forth, you suck in air, as if it where the first breath you had ever taken. After you take your air, before you had time to exhale it all out, I place a finger shallowly inside of you, more so than to get it wet but not enough to give you all the gain. Your hips again tell me what you want. I push inside finding your rough spot. Pressing in on your spot, I suck deeply on your clit. You buck your sex into me and pull at my head, your body begging for more, until you go rigid and let out a moan of pure ecstasy, your juice floods my face and coats my fingers and even my chest.

I raise up to stand over you to push my member inside of you. You lightly put your hand on my chest and apply pressure, halting my progress. Before you have time to speak, a knock on the open door.