The Realm of Order and Chaos

Chapter 3

(MxF)

There wasn’t enough room between their bodies to shift and turn during sleep, unless they awoke their nearby partner. So, once they began to open their eyes and touch each other, they all rose relatively quickly.

Kilroy dressed himself in his leather undergarments, which gave his body enough protection from the cold that he could suffer it another day. Lyra dressed herself in warm furs more made for a Human king, or an Elvish noble. And Colborn’s normal attire was serviceably warm, leather armor covering most of his skin. He wasn’t surprised that Kilroy wasn’t wearing his rusty armor; it was only useful in a fight anyway, otherwise it would exhaust him much faster.

Kilroy immediately began chopping trees down at their base, carrying the massive logs back to camp, sweat rolling down his face like a waterfall. Colborn and Lyra ate a tiny breakfast, consisting of leftover venison steak from their feast last night. And then Colborn approached Kilroy, forcing him to stop the task he was so enamored with.

“What is it?” Kilroy asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead, as he left his axe stuck in the side of a pine tree.

“What should we do?” Colborn retorted, looking back at the female warrior sitting in front of their roaring fire.

Kilroy stopped for a good moment, thinking through his choices carefully. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and clasped Colborn’s shoulder, pulling him close. “Take my sack of gold in the cave, and travel to the town Lyra’s clan has been using to buy supplies. Get steel arrows, a spare bow or two, fur, oil, salt, ale, nails if they have a blacksmith. Just what you can carry, of course, until we have some cattle.”

Colborn rubbed his body against his Orc alpha, enjoying the electric intimacy anytime Kilroy touched his skin. “Smart.” He said, before Kilroy buried his mouth into Colborn’s neck, nipping at him. “Come on now, don’t make her jealous already.” He smiled, half joking.

Kilroy returned a look that Lyra gave him from the cave’s entrance, which sprung her into action and had the warrior woman walking toward them. “What’s the celebration?” She asked, already comfortable enough to rest her chest against Kilroy’s, her nipples rubbing against him through her furs.

“You and Colborn need to get some supplies. I suspect your clan has some human contacts in the region?” Kilroy asked, a serious tone overtaking his normally cool composure.

Lyra returned a longing look to her chieftain. “Of course. It’ll probably take us the entire day to get there and back, even on the road.” She placed a hand on Colborn’s leather chestplate. “That’s if Colborn doesn’t entice me into the bushes.”

Kilroy grabbed Lyra’s groin, feeling her already stiffening member. Lyra was taken aback by his touch. “Make sure you save that for tonight. Otherwise, it might lead to a pack of direwolves eating you both, ass first.”

Lyra gave him a longing look with his firm grip on her cock, and similarly looked disappointed as his hand traveled up her toned stomach, eventually stopping on her throat, tightening ever so slightly, reminding her. “Oh, daddy.” She murmured, trying to get a rise out of him.

“If you get my bottom killed, I’ll flay you alive.” Kilroy had no humor in his tone, only stark-cold reality. He could feel her swallow against his grip.

“I’ll die myself before I let his sweet ass go.” She struggled to smile while the air slowly drained out of her lungs.

“Good.” Kilroy let her go, leaving a red collar around her green flesh where he squeezed.

Their chieftain broke away and grabbed the axe buried in the tree he was chopping down, returning to the hard work ahead of him.

Colborn exchanged a look with Lyra, silently wishing Kilroy had squeezed his neck like that. “Come on.” He said, knowing that despite the fact he was a bottom, he was still above the Orc warrior in station. Lyra followed wordlessly, probably getting an eyeful of his slim, toned backside. He collected Kilroy’s purse from the cave, and turned to the female warrior. “Alright, lead the way, my warrior.” He said facetiously, expecting her to pout.

“Mm, that’s what I want to hear next time I’m balls deep in you.” She smiled, leading the smaller Orc out of the small valley and toward the dirt road just a couple leagues away.

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As the two Orcs approached the tiny Human town, they hid their faces with hoods, leaving their weapons easily visible. There was no gate, or town guard waiting to inspect them, instead the road led straight to a tiny square in the middle of town. There was a single tavern, “The Whistled Mare”, and a tiny chapel, with many poor hovels in between. The town had a small-time blacksmith, hammering away at horse shoes, and a well-armed guard here or there that they easily avoided.

Many of the villagers eyed the newcomers with suspicion, but nobody dared approach the armed, cloaked figures. Before they made much of a ruckus, Lyra led Colborn to her contact, someone living in a comparably rich house close to the center of town.

The door swung open after Lyra knocked in a specific manner, and shut quickly behind Colborn. Torches and candles were lit, with the windows and shutters closed due to the cold. Lyra was face to face with the estate’s butler, and took her hood off before speaking. “I’m here to trade with your master.” She said, her Orc teeth slightly barred, as if she was intimidating the poor Human. He seemed unphased, nodding before waving them both to follow as he strolled through the nearby hallway. Colborn felt uneasy in this Human home, never before accustomed to sneaking into Human society with the caveat that he might have to fight to the death to get back home.

Lyra in contrast was calm and smooth, glancing back at Colborn with curiosity in her eyes. “Are you scared, Colborn? Don’t worry,” she closed the distance and whispered in his ear. “I’ll keep you safe, no matter what.” The Orc warrior grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheek tightly, before letting him fall behind her again.

Colborn enjoyed the attention she fed him, something Kilroy frequently did not do, but also felt wary, as she was unnaturally obsessed with him. He didn’t know what to make of it, whether or not she was actually trying to attract him to abandon Kilroy, or just wanted him to be her bottom.

They stepped into the main living space of the modest sized home, a well dressed man sat behind a desk in a room filled with books, a fireplace inside of a chimney on the opposite wall. The burning inferno warmed the room like nothing else could, with each entryway closed off by strong oak and steel doors. Upon Lyra entering the room, the human looked up from his letters and parchment, smiling once he saw Colborn enter with a sack of gold tied around his waist.

“Peter Decipiat. It’s so good to see you, old friend.” Lyra sounded almost sarcastic, but Peter smiled brightly in return, standing out of his finely crafted chair.

“Oh, Lyra Herlar. What does your mother need now?” He strolled around his beautiful desk, outstretching his hand in respect.

Lyra grabbed his soft, pink hand and squeezed it while dragging him inches away from her body, thumping the back of her fist on her chest, and pushing his hand against his chest in a similar manner. “I’ve come to trade for my new chieftain.”

Peter took a moment to recover, shaking blood back into his hand after her grip cut off circulation. “I see. There’s another Orc clan forming in the icy mountains?”

Colborn was just a couple feet behind Lyra, but stepped up beside her as the human spoke.

Peter appeared slightly excited. “Ah… so you still need women to breed with, to expand your clan? Is that why you came? I have a couple outcasts I could point out to you… for the right price.”

“Hmm, as amazing as that would be, no Peter. We came for… well Colborn, what did we come for?” Lyra turned to him, waiting.

Colborn easily remembered the things Kilroy prattled off to him hours ago. “We need nails, oil, fur, ale, and salt.”

Peter raised his eyebrows, looking from Lyra to Colborn. “Is that all?”

“Steel arrows, and a bow or two, if it’s available.” The male Orc added, while he noticed the Human eyeing how large and full his sack of gold was.

Lyra tried to maintain her control of the situation, taking a step toward Peter’s bookshelf and glancing at a book that caught her eye, flicking through the pages casually. “Is that too much for the mighty Peter Decipiat?” She teased, not looking away from his book.

“No, certainly not, but it might be too much for your pocket book.” Peter smirked, taking a ledger from his desk and referencing it before continuing. “Oil… what kind of oil? For cooking, or burning, or something else?”

Colborn replied. “Something else.”

Peter waved his hand. “That’s the cheaper oil, thankfully.” It was as if he had been dealing with the desires of Orcs for awhile now. “The salt and nails, that’s easy. Fur is extremely valuable, however, and ale is rare. Only the dwarves have the recipes, and even though we’re close by to their cities, they aren’t exactly sending regular caravans.”

Lyra closed the book she was skimming rather quickly. “I know the price these things command, human. Do you have them, or not?” She growled.

Peter turned his attention to the female Orc that could easily cut him down in a second. “I have these things you need, the question is whether or not you have the coin.”

“Name your price.” Colborn said.

“5 gold for the salt, that’ll last the three of you through the northern winter. The oil, for the winter if you are particularly rambunctious, would be 2 gold pieces. Enough fur for your small tribe would be 25 gold, and each barrel of ale is 10 gold. A quality Elven bow is 15 gold, and twenty steel arrows is 20 gold. A thousand nails would be 2 gold pieces.”

The female Orc chuckled softly. “Did you double the prices, because you saw how thick Colborn’s purse is?”

Peter was confident regardless. “Yes, I did. Why don’t you travel another day down the road and find another human willing to deal with your savage kind?”

Lyra put her hands on each of her longswords, anger overtaking her entire expression. “You slimy little fuck!”

Colborn put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s fine. Kilroy has plenty of coin.”

She pushed her shoulder away from him, taking the few steps of space between her and Peter away, pressing her Orc face into his Human expression. “I will kill you where you stand, and burn your house from history, if you keep playing this game with me Human.”

Peter remained confident, until Lyra drew her right longsword from its sheath and pressed the cold steel into his throat. “Okay Lyra, you proved your point.” He seemed a little terrified, realizing that none of his scheming could save him in her grasp.

“No, I don’t think I have. Maybe I should bend you over your desk and give your ass some punishment so you know better next time I stroll into town.” Lyra pressed her sword deeper against his throat, drawing blood from his pale skin.

Colborn grabbed her shoulder again. “Lyra, stop.”

Lyra slowly retracted her sword from Peter’s throat, sheathing the weapon. By now, there were several well armed household guard surrounding the two Orcs, armed with steel and covered in chainmail and plate armor, ready to kill the two green savages. The female warrior was unfazed, staring down Peter like he was an insect.

Peter held his hand against his bleeding throat, the surface wound stinging while the red liquid covered his palm. “Fine, half of the price I listed. But don’t expect me to be happy next time I see you, Lyra.”

She had to resist the urge to spit on him, knowing that she’d need him for the foreseeable future. “You are wise as you are weak, Peter.”

He retreated behind his desk, one of his servants approaching with a cotton rag to cover his throat. “Not everyone can be as brutish and manly as you.”

Colborn stood in front of Lyra for once, joining the two’s argument. “And not everyone is as dumb as the Human trying to trick an Orc warrior.” He took out exactly 57 gold pieces. “2 bows, 40 arrows, and 1 barrel of ale.” He looked to Lyra. “You’ll be carrying that.”

Peter didn’t even bother to count the gold, but wrote a list on a small piece of parchment and handed it to his servant. “I’ll have your supplies brought to you where our road ends, in the north.” He eyed the male carefully, making notes in his mind.

Colborn pulled Lyra away from the situation, and they both walked toward the exit of the estate, the heavily armed guards now blocking any other avenue. He bit his tongue until they were safe, both of them throwing their hoods back on before making their way to the edge of town.

“I didn’t need your help, bottom.” She was seething, Colborn could tell.

“You did.” He took the lead, confidence flowing out of him in a way she had never seen.

For a few minutes, as they cleared the outskirts of the town, it was silent. Deep in the forest, they could hear a wolf howling, but otherwise it was quiet. Lyra stopped all of a sudden, forcing Colborn to turn back toward her.

Lyra put both of her hands on each of her longswords, as a hooded figure approached them. The shorter figure stopped once the female warrior stood ready to fight, throwing her hood back to reveal a beautiful Human woman, her red curly hair flowing past her shoulders, freckles adorning her face. Her eyes were dark emeralds, glowing with a striking green hue. Both Orcs kept their faces hidden, but noticed she was unarmed.

Colborn stepped in front of Lyra and spoke in a commanding tone. “What do you want?”

“You and your companion, you are Orcs, aren’t you?” She asked, holding her lowered hood tightly in her pale white hands. “I… noticed the way you carried yourselves.” Now that both Orcs had a good view of her, they could tell by the way her skin clung tightly to her bones that she was slightly emaciated.

Lyra stepped next to Colborn, licking her pink lips while pulling her hood down, revealing her thick Orc teeth and green skin to the woman. “Have you come to offer yourself?”

Colborn exchanged a look between Lyra and the Human, unsure how this situation was going to play out. He surveyed the forest surrounding them, making sure no other figures were moving toward them.

She was afraid of responding to the Orc woman, swallowing before answering. “I… yes. I wanted to join your clan, if you would have me.” She curtised poorly, while Lyra approached her.

The female Orc warrior pulled her cloak aside, inspecting her body. She was wearing normal peasant rags, that poorly adorned her tight and supple figure. Her breasts small, but present. Lyra ran her hand down the red head’s abdomen, feeling her shiver at Lyra’s warm touch. She stared right into her green eyes, rubbing the obvious bush above her hidden womanhood. “You are developed enough…” The warrior remarked, watching her tremble under her powerful touch. “Won’t your family notice your absence?”

“I’m 18, old enough to decide to leave home.” She remarked, twitching at the thought of the Orc woman taking her as a plaything.

“Yes, and after a few nights of venison steaks, your ass and thighs will be thick like cake.” Lyra smiled brightly, all of her earlier problems melting into the ether.

Colborn felt comfortable enough to speak up. “You are welcome to come with us, as long as you obey our chieftain.”

Lyra closed the Human’s cloak, to keep her warm as she motioned for the woman to follow her, closing the distance back to Colborn. “She’ll obey me, and I’ll obey Kilroy. Thus all will be right with the world.” She sounded so sure of herself. “What’s your name, little one?” Lyra was a foot taller than her, as was Colborn.

“My name? … My father named me Orien.” She seemed embarrassed at the mere mention.

Lyra waited for her to close the distance, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder once she did. “Orien, you are beautiful.”

The Human woman blushed, struggling to find an appropriate reply. “Oh… thank you.”

“My name is Lyra, that is Colborn, and our chieftain is Kilroy.” Lyra’s strong hand rubbed her arm, trying to comfort the peasant girl. “What do you know of Orcs?” She sounded legitimately curious.

Orien warmed to her touch, trying to match the walking pace of the two taller Orcs. “I mostly just heard rumors… Most of which I know aren’t true. My father always told me Orcs would eat Human children whole, and rape entire Human villages if they were given the chance.”

Lyra smirked, for many different reasons. “Well, he’s half right..”

The stronger Orc warrior exchanged a look with the wilted Human girl, a mixture of confusion and fear in her green eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t pretend Humans don’t rape other Humans in their victories.” Lyra tried to reason with the girl.

She struggled to rationalize it in her head. “I suppose…”

Lyra nuzzled the girl’s exposed neck, which Orien resisted at first, but after a moment pushed against her warm embrace. “Mm,” Lyra started, whispering, “That’s a good girl.”

Lyra and Orien stayed locked together while the three walked to the edge of the dirt road, until it no longer existed, waiting for Peter’s caravan with their supplies.

Colborn started a small fire, and the three gathered around it quickly, rubbing their hands around the warm place. He eyed the Human female, an air of suspicion in his eyes, that Lyra noticed and Orien ignored.

“You are distraught, Colborn. What is it?” Lyra asked, rubbing her hands in front of the fire, staring into the orange and red embers.

“I think your outburst with Peter might have fucked us.” Colborn speaking his mind to his fullest extent.

Lyra was instantly enraged, but she knew better. “Well, I suppose you’re entitled to your opinion.”

Colborn left camp to hunt, and the other two remained in silence for the next hour, Lyra maintaining the fire.The hunter came back with two rabbits, which he skinned and cooked in front of Orien and Lyra. The Orc female was ecstatic, licking her lips while the raw meat sizzled on the small stones surrounding the fireplace. Orien was hungry, of course, but she wasn’t drooling the same way Lyra was.

In a strange sign of restraint, Lyra let Orien eat first, watching her red lips and teeth tear into the golden crispy meat. Orien devoured her share of the meal, and Lyra shared some of her food with the tiny girl. Colborn finished his meal while spotting the caravan just on the horizon.

“You’re being quite generous to Orien. Maybe you just want to get into her pants.” Colborn knew most Humans didn’t know that most Orc females had penises.

Lyra remained calm and confident, while Orien flashed her eyes between the two, trying to figure out the dynamic. “I do want to get inside of her pants.” Lyra said, looking to Orien, smiling. “She really doesn’t have much of them anyway.”

Orien blushed deeply, stammering when she tried to think of something to say. “I-I…”

Colborn interrupted, “Does she know that you have a cock?”

Orien maintained her embarrassing blush while Lyra examined her striking pupils. “I did, actually.”

Lyra returned her gaze. “How do you know that?”

“There was this group of humans from my town, they think Orcs are superior. I joined them a couple years ago.” Orien was a little embarrassed to admit that to the first Orcs she ever met.

Both Colborn and Lyra found this information incredibly interesting, exchanging looks with each other. By then, Peter’s caravan of several horses led a carriage of supplies on the edge of the road. Two household guards of Peter’s sat in the carriage, both armed with steel and wearing chainmail. One man climbed down to the road and began unloading their supplies, several flasks of oil, a barrel of ale, two Elven bows, forty steel arrows, in a medium sized quiver. A smaller crate, probably containing fur and the rest of their supplies.

Lyra carried the barrel of ale, while Colborn carried bows and arrows and the crate while Orien followed them. It was not an easy task, but they began making their way to the campsite in the middle of the snowy forest, taking multiple hours to reach it from the road they started at.

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Once they reached the campsite and dropped their supplies inside of the cave, Kilroy finished placing three dozen new logs in the pile of lumber he started yesterday. He figured that he finally had enough to make a small fortification out of the cave and valley they chose.

Kilroy looked strangely at the red haired human as she followed Lyra. “Who is that?” He asked.

Colborn turned to Kilroy, then closed the distance to reply. “That’s Orien. She asked to join our clan, says she was in a society that… likes orcs? I’m not sure.”

Kilroy looked to Lyra, watching her look at Orien, easily identifying her attraction. “How did the trade go?”

Colborn handed him the sack of gold, and explained. “We spent 57 gold getting everything you asked for. And Lyra threatened her contact, Peter Decipiat for trying to charge us double. I told her to stop twice, before two guards in plate armor murdered us.”

“What do you mean, they like orcs?” Kilroy asked about Colborn’s answer to his earlier question.

Colborn was surprised his focus shifted so quickly. “She said they think orcs are superior.”

“Bring her to me.” The orc chieftain walked a few dozen feet away from the cave, examining the width and breath of their area. The earth slowly moved up toward the cave entrance, giving those a height advantage for tiring their opponents as well as giving their archers good shots and time. Tents could be set up along the incline, wooden walls built against the rocks and cliffs that made up the mountain.

Colborn went to collect Orien from the cave and Lyra’s constant questioning. The two girls were sitting on some of the furs they carried. “Kilroy would like to speak with you, Orien.”

Lyra gave him a look, and Orien nodded, “Ok,” before standing up and walking toward the chieftain, past Colborn while he set the two new bows against the cave wall and thirty of the steel arrows, taking ten for himself.

Colborn noticed Lyra’s pouty expression. “Not even for a moment? In love or something?”

Lyra laid down on the furs, stretching out her sore arms and legs on the warm spot Orien was sitting on. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smiled to herself, her face hidden from the boy orc.

He chuckled. “Okay. If you don’t want any help, I’ll push her toward Kilroy.”

“How about you take her for yourself?” Lyra asked sarcastically. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”

“And I’ve seen the way you look at her.” He replied, sitting down on the two bedrolls they slept on last night with a piece of fur and his tailor kit, removing his leather armor to sew the fur onto it.

Lyra sat up and eyed Colborn as he stiched the fur into his armor. “You gonna do that for Kilroy and Orien?”

“Well someone has to keep hunting if we’re going to feed three orcs and a human. What are you going to do, pout?” Colborn wondered how old Lyra was. If she was only a few years old, more of her behavior would make sense.

Lyra glared at the fire, avoiding his gaze. “I wasn’t taught a trade in my clan.”

“Well, that means you were a bottom.” He reflected, focusing on his task.

“My mother fed and trained me to be a warrior.”

“A warrior is made in combat, not by decree. And so, you were a warrior without a bottom.” Colborn had dealt with the same rules himself, before finding Kilroy. A laughing stock in your own clan, so you join us.

Lyra was angry, for many different reasons. She continued staring at the fire as she tried to explain to Colborn. “I could have killed one of those guards, if you had gotten the other, we’d come home with all of Peter’s gold and supplies.”

“They probably would have killed us both. Our weapons wouldn’t have gone through their armor, and there were more guards in the next room. Plus the town guard, as we tried to leave with all that gear in our hands and run away with it. If you were a real warrior, you would have realized that.” Colborn finished his chest piece and started work on his shoulder pads and bracers, his hairless olive-colored skin reacting to the cold breeze.

“And how do you know all of that?” She asked, almost sounding curious.

“Another time, Lyra.” He shifted all of his attention to snitching fur. Eventually he moved on to his pants, leaving him in his undergarments.

She closed the distance, sitting next to him on the bedrolls, watching his needlework and appreciating the skill in each piece that he had completed. Then her eyes traveled over his hairless olive body. “Do you grow no hair?” Lyra asked, rubbing his outer thigh with her slender fingers.

“Kilroy prefers me to shave.” He replied as though he was happy to explain. “I always shaved certain parts, but he prefers it all. And once you start a habit…” Colborn trailed off, thinking of how long they had been together.

“How long?” She asked, resting her hands on his cold leg, warming him with her touch.

Colborn was hesitant to say, but felt bad knowing she had likely already told him more than she should. “I’ve known him since I was born, thirty years ago. He was already a warrior at ten. I admired him for a long time, and spent longer trying to get his attention.” He felt so strange sharing with her.

“That’s either really romantic or really creepy, I can’t really tell.” Lyra bit her lip while Colborn gave her an icy glare, stifling a laugh. “So how long have you been together?” Lyra seemed softened by his honesty.

“It’s been a decade. He had others before me, but… I think we are settled with each other.”

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Orien approached the taller, dark green orc with some apprehension, unsure of how this chieftain would respond to her. His orange eyes glowed in the evening, the sun setting in their cold tundra forest, watching her close the distance. She wrapped her arms under her shoulders, trying to keep warm under her cloak while he stood in leather undergarments, dark thick hair covering his sage shaded skin. “Hello Orien.” Kilroy said once she was close to him. His eyes focused intensely on her expression.

She bowed her head, unsure of the respect she should be paying him. “Hello sir.” When her green eyes returned to his, she couldn’t help but feel intimidated just standing near him.

Kilroy folded his arms. “So, I was told you want to join my clan. Tell me more about this… society of yours that you left.”

Orien swallowed hard, taking a shallow breath. “Sure. I… joined a few years ago, and we would talk about the history of orcs, and what they accomplished when they joined their clans together. The nobility normally burn those books, so there’s only a few of them. Entire towns and cities beaten in battle, and chose to stay and mate with the orcs until there were no humans left. And how they’re stronger, live longer, breed faster, capable of wielding magic. Many people in my old group want their children to have these things.”

Kilroy began running his fingers through his black beard as she spoke, pulling it down and aligning with his chin. “Orcs are usually not taught to read… otherwise I’m sure this knowledge would spread like wildfire.” If the orc chieftains knew there were women waiting with open arms in some human settlements… it might start another great war. He returned his attention to her. “Do you have any skills? A trade?”

She held her fingers together in front of her waist, looking down at them. “Not really… I know how to sew, and cook. I used to help my father on the farm, growing potatoes, cabbage.”

“What about around here? Do you think we could grow food?” Kilroy motioned his hand to the green forest they found themselves in.

Orien’s expression shifted, a tiny smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “Um, I’m not entirely sure…” She knelt down and felt the coldness of the ground, digging into the dirt. “It’s probably too cold to start now, but in the spring, the soil should support a small amount. Maybe if there was a river nearby…” She brushed the dirt from her hands.

Kilroy nodded. “Okay. Thank you for the information. You can call me Kilroy, I am this clan’s chieftain. If you see any strangers around the camp, or following you here, tell someone. You can stay, and we’ll provide for you, but I expect you to earn it through labour, until you decide to become someone’s wife.”

She spent a moment reflecting on his explanation. “Will you just let anyone join?” Orien seemed truly interested in his answer.

“I’ll let any attractive woman join, sure.” Kilroy cracked a smirk. “Generally those are in short supply in an orc clan. But… human men, that aren’t bottoms, I don’t see much use for them when an orc man could fill their place and contribute more.”

Orien was affected by his answer. “Oh, I see.” She thought about it for a moment. “What if the orcs wipe out the humans? Who will make the women?”

Kilroy’s eyebrows furrowed as he rolled the question around his head. “That’s a good question. I don’t think the orcs have ever been that successful. There’s quite a lot of humans.”

“But… my old group always talked about orcs taking over entirely.” She wondered how feasible that goal was, knowing that only a tiny fraction of orcs were born biologically female.

Kilroy started connecting the pieces in his head. If orcs couldn’t pillage new wives from humans or elves, any new orc warriors born wouldn’t have a wife to fight for. That clan would fall into infighting almost immediately and possibly forever. “Orc supremacy is ultimately a path to chaos.” He murmured to himself, thinking out loud. I wonder if the author of that book is an agent of chaos. “Do you have that book with you?”

Orien shook her head. “I left everything behind.” Those words hit Kilroy harder than he expected.

“We will go back for it. It is imperative that we find the author.” Kilroy had limited experience himself, but what little he had made him sure of the path forward.

“The author? I believe it was… Peter. There’s a bounty on his head because he wrote that book.”

Well, in some strange way Lyra was right. “I’ll look into this. Did you have any questions?”

“Yes. If you realize orcs would never survive supremacy, would you allow human males into your clan to mate with human females to keep the breeding population stable?” Orien sounded like she had been thinking about this for a long time.

“That’s a very well thought out plan. Why do you suggest this? Do you want to see your people enslaved?” Kilroy didn’t know how this conversation was going to play out.

“I think… I think if orcs are going to exist, then they need to have women available to fight over. Otherwise they cause chaos and kill a lot of humans in the process. And if there are people willing to do it, like me and the humans in my old group, then it would probably save a lot of lives to do it like that, right?” Orien sounded so hopeful and yet so pitiful, like she knew what kind of answer she was going to get from an Orc chieftain.

“You are certainly interesting, Orien. I will have to think about it, but I never had grand plans for my clan anyway. I’d be happy setting up camp here for the next two hundred years and trading for winter supplies with the gold I already have.” Kilroy was honest, he was far too close to elvish territory to begin raiding. They would end it in a second, with one armored battalion and a magician.

“That sounds nice. Pardon me saying so, but I have a feeling you’re not the type of orc that stays off the war path.” Orien almost flinched when Kilroy took a couple steps toward her.

He rested his heavy, muscled hand on her shoulder, his eyes glowing. “I’ve been on it for a long time. It would have to threaten everything for me to act.” Kilroy squeezed her shoulder. “You’ll fit in fine here.”

Kilroy noticed some hidden feeling in her eyes once he began to let her go. Orien pressed her freezing hands into his abdomen, feeling how warm he was compared to her, he almost flinched in response to it. “Sorry my hands are so cold, we’ve been walking for hours.”

He rubbed her hands with his own in response, warming them and admiring how smooth they were. “I’m sorry for keeping you away from the fire. You can return to it now.”

Orien let her hands be touched, sighing at the heat he exhumed, before simply pressing her body against his to warm her cold skin, as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I enjoyed talking with you, Kilroy. I’ve never heard of an orc acting like you.”

He was surprised she felt comfortable enough to press up against him, and then he noticed her embarrassed blushing, as she tried to hide her face. “Are you interested in me, Orien?” Kilroy was never one for letting things hang in the air, he would simply ask if he thought so.

She laughed at first, beginning to take a step back, but as she did a piercingly cold breeze came by, sending her head first into his chest for warmth. “Ok, I was going to lie, but it’s too cold for that, so just pretend like I did.” Her cheeks were burning warmer but now her arms were around his back, feeling the rippling power of Kilroy’s spine.

Kilroy picked the girl up fairly effortlessly and began carrying her back to the cave. “Don’t worry.”

Orien was giddy. “That’s disappointing, actually.”

Kilroy brought her back to fire shivering, setting her down on her feet so she could get next to it where Colborn and Lyra were stitching fur into armor. “This one probably needs the fur first. ” Kilroy said, looking at Colborn as he sat across from him on the cave floor.

“You needed her for some reason.” He replied, putting his warm armor back on in hast, before seating his weapons and hunting equipment. “Should I sew or hunt for dinner?”

Orien finally stopped blushing and giggling for a moment. “I can do that first thing.”

Kilroy nodded at Colborn, realizing his point. “Yes, hunt.”

Colborn closed the distance and clasped Kilroy’s outstretched hand in a touching handshake, before he headed into the night, beginning his hunt just as his prey would be moving toward their homes; it would be the perfect time to catch them.

The two women turned their attention to Kilroy, both of them admiring different parts about him. “Orien seems to be a fine addition to our family.” Kilroy said.

Lyra nodded in agreement. “Definitely hot enough.” She smiled.

Kilroy rose to his feet and started rooting through his travel pack, pulling out two mead cups while making his way to the barrel of ale that was tapped, just waiting on the cave floor. “Smart enough, is that what you meant to say Lyra?”

The fierce orc female warrior shook her head no. “No, I mean, both of those things actually.” She admired the way Orien blushed after becoming the topic of conversation.

“Hah, trying to get yourself a wife so soon?” He asked while sitting down next to the two women on a bed of furs and bedrolls. Kilroy handed a cup of ale to Orien. “I insist you have a drink, to celebrate your welcoming.” Then he turned his intense stare at Lyra. “And make sure this one doesn’t drag you off into the bushes and attempt a bedding ceremony.”

Lyra stood and fetched her own mead cup from her backpack, and got herself a cup full, choosing to chug the first one down and then return to the fire with another drink.

The orc chieftain watched intently as Orien drank for what he assumed was her first time.

The redhead sipped at the drink, making faces. He felt forced to respond. “Drink more, it’ll taste better. Trust me.” He took a drink himself, turning his attention to Lyra. “So, I hope you don’t expect to demand Orien.”

Lyra was surprised he would even ask that. “I expect nothing, my chieftain.”

“That’s good. I won’t be condoning rape or enslavement.” Kilroy had seen enough of it in his lifetime to never see it again.

“That’s an odd policy. Not sure if it’ll work out for you when it comes time to vastly increase our numbers to repel the human counterattack.” Lyra had military strategy in her head, but not much else, Kilroy determined.

“There won’t be a counterattack. Because there will be no reason for them to kill what is not a ravenous beast.” He took another swallow of ale, enjoying the warmth that blossomed in his chest afterwards. Kilroy kept the fire in good health, moving around lumber with a stick and fetching fresh, dry cut wood to burn. Lyra found herself stripping out of her warm furs to stay near the fire. She ended up unrolling her bedroll and placing her furred armor over it like a blanket, before offing it to Orien. “Unless you want to sleep in between three orcs. They kinda rolled around on me in weird ways. The only advantage was smelling their musk, but even that got old. So we should get more bedrolls I suppose… maybe a couple tents.” She overlooked the camp, finishing her second cup of ale rather quickly. Before either noticed, Lyra was pouring another and slowly walking her way to the face of the cave, in her undergarments that left little to the imagination.

“I wonder what Colborn is hunting.” Her thighs twitched, which she could have played off on the freezing breeze, but it was more a reaction to imagining her chieftain’s bottom.

Kilroy finished his first mug with ease, seeking out his second glass while he watched Orien struggle to get through half of her cup. “Everything with time, Lyra.” He sipped his drink while enjoying the sight of Lyra’s backside. Her feminine figure was undeniable, a thick lime green ass with thighs to go with it, an hourglass figure around her muscled stomach, leading to large perky breasts. Her face was extremely elven, despite being a full Orc. Lyra had a full head of beautiful raven hair, straightened like a high-born elf.

Lyra turned around after nursing herself some ale. “See something you like, chieftain?”

The male orc finished his drink and set it down before approaching the orc woman. His bright eyes searched every inch of her exposed flesh. “Always, Lyra. Otherwise I’d rid myself of it.” Kilroy took her mug and finished her drink for her, returning it empty to her hand.

Lyra set her empty mug down, and softly put her fingers on each side of his collar bone, pushing him gently further into the cave. By now, Orien was sitting on her single furred bedroll, and the larger one was empty. She lined up her prey to the landing zone.

“What, leading me to bed? What about dinner?” He said jokingly.

She pressed her hands on his chest. “Don’t make me leg sweep you.”

Kilroy put one hand on her shoulder, and she wrapped her same arm around his, while he slowly led them both down to the warm furs, a few feet from the roaring fire, and the blushing human girl watching them. “How much do you mind seeing, Orien?” He was always curious how fast he could make humans flee just with the cuddling before sex.

Orien bit her lip and couldn’t maintain eye contact. “Can I join in?” Orien couldn’t hide her reddening face as much as she tried.

Kilroy and Lyra exchanged a look. “This is one freaky human girl.” Lyra muttered under her breath before smirking and using a finger to tell the human to come over. She watched as the beautiful human began abandoning her clothing, revealing her freckled chest and decent sized breasts. Her bottom was smooth shaven, arousal blooming between her legs as much as she wished it wasn’t.

As Orien lost her clothing, Lyra pulled Kilroy’s undergarments off, revealing his thickening cock and orc-sized sac, softly stroking his pre-cum into his soft, moist cock head. Lyra couldn’t stop herself from stroking the powerful shaft, feeling the blood pumping hastily. Lyra let out a sigh, feeling her own member throb against her own clothes. Kilroy let her touch his cock, and as she stroked him tenderly he felt the desire to pleasure her as well.

The orc alpha took her undergarments off with little effort, squeezing her bare ass cheek with impressive strength, reddening her skin before massaging his finger against her ass, feeling her melt at the touch. “Yes sir.” Lyra teased, her cock throbbing against both of their abdomens as she laid on top of the powerful orc.

Before he knew it, Orien was beside them and pressing her perfect, freckled body against Kilroy’s empty side, forcing his other hand around her backside. His large green arms hugged both of the women tightly to his body, enjoying their warmth.

Kilroy’s hand wandered up and down Orien’s spine, rubbing his knuckles against the bones in her spine, gently massaging her skin. “So Orien, have you decided which orc is going to marry you?” He asked teasingly, knowing Lyra would have something to say to that.

The orc woman continued casually stroking him off, enjoying the feel of his strong libido in the palm of her hand. “Obviously this girl wants the one with the biggest, darkest dick.” Lyra even blushed saying it out loud. “I won’t get in the way of my chieftain.”

Orien stammered trying to reply. “T-that’s not true.” Her face burned hot with pumping blood.

“I’ll be happy to eat her out for you, if you want.” Lyra sounded like she was trying to become Kilroy’s second bottom. He wasn’t sure if he believed her enthusiasm, but decided to play along.

Orien glanced at Lyra’s throbbing cock as it thumped against Kilroy’s leg, then her hanging tits, pressing into his thick biceps. She felt hot and bothered just looking at her, even though Orien normally didn’t look at women like that. Kilroy finally responded. “Why don’t you get acquainted with me, Orien. Lyra will take care of you.”

Lyra peeled herself away, while Kilroy pulled the Human girl to the center of his chest, resting her waist close to his, the heat coming off his cock warming her nethers, her insides wet for him. “I have to properly reward you for joining us so easily.” His big, meaty hands massaged her tits, pressing and squeezing her nipples as teasingly as he could, taking it easy on her. You could barely tell by her reaction, her face and chest flush with arousal. “Try sucking it first.” He suggested, while she grinded her pussy lips against his rock hard cock. Her warm juices rolled down his shaft, Orien’s breath picking up while she stared longingly into his eyes.

Orien heeded his advice, taking it like a command. She used her hands to crawl down his body, ending up between his legs once he stretched them to accommodate her. His thick thighs kept her legs warm, while her hands found themselves in his hairy package, staring at every inch and crevice, admiring his veins and size. She stroked his member and couldn’t believe it was real. Before she knew it, Lyra was pulling her into the position she wanted her to be in. Orien ended up on all fours, the orc woman burying her face in Orien’s pussy. In front of the Human’s face hovered Kilroy’s impressive cock, while she contemplated trying to take this inside of her body. Orien felt a flutter of fright in her heart, but it didn’t last.

Soon his hands found her face, his fingers brushing at her cheeks and petting her hair. Lyra was already encircling her snatch with her thick tongue, pressing inside and tasting her sweet everything. Orien moaned, never feeling like this before. She grabbed the base of Kilroy’s shaft, before grabbing his leaking tip with her lips, sucking while her tongue wrapped itself around the rim, massaging up and down the sensitive area. “Orien’s a cockhungry girl, isn’t she?” He teased, hands moving to her red curly hair.

Lyra felt her snatch respond to his words, flooding her tongue with fresh juices inside. Lyra wrapped both of her hands around Orien’s ass, pulling her slit apart to cover her most sensitive parts in loving pleasure. Lyra’s cock was throbbing like crazy, leaking pre-cum on the ground in a tiny puddle.

Each girl grew intense with their task as time went on, Orien taking more and more of Kilroy’s cock through short and concentrated pumps of her head, wetting his flesh with her saliva to make her task easier. Soon Kilroy’s hands just held back her falling hair, rubbing her forehead sensually, his lower fingers tightening in her hair, wanting to force his dick down her throat but resisting the urge. He didn’t know how much the poor girl could take.

Orien’s tightening hand at his base had her saliva drip on it, as she worked her way down his length through hard work and determination. She shuttered on his shaft, responding to Lyra’s work. Orien started swallowing a huge swath of his soaking member, cramming it into her throat, drinking his precum like a dessert. His cock tightened and throbbed inside of her, over and over, each time she wondered if his release would spill into her belly. Soon she lost herself to the drink from earlier, and the lust reprogrammed her brain. Orien had never been able to connect to this part of herself, that she hid for so long, it was the best feeling she could imagine finally indulging it. She wanted to taste this orc’s cum in her mouth, that’s all she cared about anymore. Orien’s hand at the bottom of his shaft began stroking the long, girthy cock while her mouth tried to cover the rest, her red lips gripping tightly while her cheeks sucked in, pushing him closer. Her other hand made a fist, thumb pressed in the middle of it, suppressing her gag reflex.

Orien forced her lips up and down his flesh, his burning hot presence pulling her closer while she stared up his rippled green chest, her innocent green eyes fixated on his while she continued blowing him. Finally Kilroy’s hands on her head took a strong grip to prevent her from moving, while he thrusted into her waiting lips, fucking her mouth at the same speed she was sucking a moment before. She let go of his cock and grabbed his muscled thighs with both hands, letting him thrust into her mouth freely. Orien had to focus on Kilroy, otherwise Lyra would have already made her cum with her constant tonguing assault on her womanhood.

Orien’s tongue hungrily lapped up and down on the excited member as it bounced in and out. The redhead kept her gaze fixated on the orc male, her snatch overwhelmed with sensation from Lyra. Orien’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as an orgasm shuddered throughout her legs, and Kilroy began filling her mouth with a healthy load of cum.

The redhead girl wrapped her tongue longingly around the crown of his cock while his burning hot cum filled her mouth, she made sure she retrieved every last drop before pulling her mouth off the still throbbing hard cock, rolling it around on her tongue before she swallowed.

It tasted so strange to her, but there was nothing in the world stopping her from taking every drop she could get. She ran her tongue thoroughly over his throbbing dick. Before she knew it, she was out of breath, tearing her lips away to fill her lungs, her breaths teasing Kilroy’s cock. “I want this inside of me.” Orien said, staring at his member with obvious desire.

Kilroy sat up, pressing his cock against her stomach, his legs against hers, before he pushed her to her back to the floor and planted himself on top of the girl. Lyra was sitting on the side, watching them for a moment.

Orien looked up at her chieftain with Kilroy’s giant physique inches away from her, while he lined his green cock up against her pink pussy. By now, the aphrodisiac naturally in orc semen would be activating inside of her stomach. Her body flushed with blood, especially her groin. Her tits perked up, nipples hard as ice, while her hole was overflowing with natural lube, wetting the tip of his cock just by lining it up with her insides. She grabbed the thick hair in his chest, weakly trying to pull him against her. “Fill me up, Kilroy, I want you.” She begged, putting her arms underneath her knees and holding them in place so the Orc chieftain could ravage her.

Kilroy grabbed her tits, playing with her nipples. The new sensations inside of her body made the feeling so much stronger, forcing a lewd moan out of the girl, and then his member slowly pushed its way inside of her, her voice letting out an orgasmic mewl. Lyra continued stroking herself, watching Kilroy slowly press into the virgin Human.

Kilroy forced his cock into her soaking hole, fighting for every inch. Eventually he buried his entire length in her, feeling her insides squeeze his flesh like a vice, moans filling the air with the vapor of her breath, while he stared at her blushing face. He continued massaging her nipples, his member throbbing like crazy while buried in her pussy. Her eyes were firmly planted on the cave roof above her, the battle of senses beginning to turn her brain animalistic, where the only thing that existed was her pleasure.

Her hands tightened the grip on her legs, the massive cock inside her making her feel a pleasure she never thought imaginable, his cock was like lava as it stretched her wide. She was already feeling empty and longing for more as he pulled out.

Kilroy began a soft rhythm, letting her insides adjust to his size. Orien was enamored, she couldn’t help but moan as her tight hole was overfilled. Her insides gushed, softening the girthy member.

The Orc chieftain moved one hand to her lower abdomen, while the other grabbed her throat and tightened ever so slightly while he thrusted balls deep inside of her pussy. “Do you want to have my child, Orien?”

Orien’s eyes rolled back into her head, tongue hanging out of her mouth, breath forming a cloud as the night grew colder. She was locked into an orgasmic expression, unable to speak. “Yes Kilroy… Ah!” The girl could barely get it out.

Kilroy smirked, and kept pounding away, feeling his orgasm slowly begin to build in his balls. “That might take hours.” He didn’t plan on impregnating her that easily.

Even the most virtle Orcs had to cum five or ten times before they stopped firing blanks. He tightened his grip on her neck, not depleting her air but applying a healthy amount of pressure. Her slit was leaking everywhere covering his green shaft, even his balls were wet, slapping against her. Her womanhood was bald, as if she knew this was going to happen. Kilroy pressed his cock balls deep inside her, watching as her expression exploded with pleasure. “You’re never gonna fuck a human after this.” Kilroy started playing with her clit with his free hand, and a few thrusts later her entire body shivered in an orgasm.

Orien screamed uncontrollably, the orc dominating her didn’t let up for a second. He fucked her all the way through her body shaking, feeling his cock hit spots so deep she didn’t think it was possible. She saw stars in her eyes, staring at the cave ceiling in awe. Her grip on her legs faltered, while sensations throughout her body numbed her with warmth and pleasure.

Kilroy could feel the cum churning in his balls, her shuddering orgasm bringing him closer and closer. He picked up his pace, wanting to fill her pussy with his cum. His grip tightened again, this time siphoning away her breath. His breathing heightened, groaning audibly the faster he fucked her silly.

Lyra could tell Kilroy was close, she had been stroking herself watching the two, but after realizing he was about to fill her Human pussy with Orc cum, cum shot abruptly out of the tip of her dick, covering her shaft and hand in it as she kept stroking herself.

The tip of Kilroy’s cock twitched and fired, filling the tiny space in her stuffed box with Orc cum. He couldn’t stop fucking her, each time he pulled out more poured down her pussy lips, down her inner thighs and trickling off her ass. While each forward thrust pushed it deeper inside her, a pool of cum formed in front of her cervix, before long there was so much of it, the cum started pouring out of any crack between his cock and her stretched walls. Once Kilroy felt the end of his cock spasming, he pulled out the rock hard cock and got a good look at her ever so slightly open pussy, nothing but white cum and pink flesh visible. He released his grip on her throat, and sat down on the fur bedroll, the beads of sweat on his ass wiped away. His cock was still hard, throbbing, covered in cum and pussy juice. He finally looked away from Orien and toward Lyra, watching the Orc female lick her own cum off her hand. “Come clean my cock, Lyra, I don’t think Orien’s gonna be up and at it for the rest of the night.”

Lyra smiled seductively. “I thought you’d never ask, chieftain.” She crawled over on all fours, before sitting in front of the sweaty Orc male. She used her mouth like a vacuum, cleaning off his cum and Orien’s pussy juices. They mixed together with her saliva before she swallowed. “Mm, delicious.” Lyra murmured with Kilroy’s cock in her mouth.

Kilroy looked up while Lyra moved on to garguling the girl cum off his balls, noticing a figure move toward their camp. Something large was slumped over their shoulder, and after a moment he noticed the green skin hue. “Colborn’s back, finally.”

Colborn returned with a sizable deer, one that might last more than a day for the three-no, that’s right, four of them. He eyed Orien, the girl looked as though she had eaten mushroom, staring at the ceiling with her mouth hanging open. He watched Lyra lap at Kilroy’s balls with a neutral expression. “Fun night, chieftain?” He laid the carcass on the other side of the cave mouth, starting a second fire with a pile of wood and stones.

“Well I haven’t fucked my favorite yet, but yeah you could say that.” Kilroy looked down at Lyra once he felt his groin was licked clean to his satisfaction. “Alright Lyra, help Colborn skin and cook that deer.”

Lyra slowly pulled her mouth away from his balls, almost disappointed. “Fine…”

Kilroy seemed amused at her response. “Are you sad I didn’t ask you to clean Orien’s pussy of my cum?”

“Yeah, actually, but that’s fine, I got a good taste of it already.” She redressed herself while joining Colborn at the second fire.

Kilroy watched his bottom and Lyra begin to cut the skin off the deer, his shaft softened slowly. He turned back to Orien, grabbing her pale white ankles with dark green hands and pulled her close enough to wrap his arm under her back, lifting her up to sit on his naked lap, softening cock pressed against her belly. His cum started dripping out of her nethers, onto the furred bedrolls. She was still out of it, but slowly started to come back to reality, as if the high was wearing off. “Kilroy?” She whispered, dazed.

“Yes, you should sleep little one.” He put his hand just below her lower lips, feeling his warm cum pool onto it. “You’re leaking, by the way.”

Orien blushed harder than when she was getting fucked. “I’m sorry.” She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, before grabbing his cum covered hand and licking every drop off. “It tastes so good, why does it taste so good…” She asked herself.

“Humans and elves always say that.” Kilroy mentioned flippantly.

Before long she was on all fours between his legs, licking what dripped out of her pussy on the furred bedroll with a voracious hunger. “It’s like the sweetest milk I’ve ever tasted.” Orien’s face was bright red at this point, and after there was nothing left to lick, looked up at Kilroy sheepishly. “Sorry.” She whispered.

“For what, little one?” Kilroy caressed her check, his sage green hand was much larger, holding half of her face almost.

Orien nuzzled his hand without thinking about it. “I didn’t mean to dirty your bed.”

“How thoughtful…” He rubbed his thumb against her ghostly white cheek.

She couldn’t help but eye his half-hard member. “You could go again couldn’t you?”

“Eager girl, aren’t you?” He locked eyes with her, examining the orange pupils she exhumed desire through. “But I’ll need sleep, unfortunately. Tomorrow we return to town, and find this book.”

“Is it that important?” She asked, erasing the tiny distance between them, pressing her petite breasts into his muscled chest, her lower stomach pressing up against his cock, squeezing it between their abdomen. Kilroy’s cock throbbed in response, regaining its lost size.

Kilroy smiled and kissed the girl passionately, playing with her Human tongue with his own before breaking away. “Yes, it is.”

Orien resisted the urge to pout. “Okay, chieftain.”

He laid back slowly, using his arms to brace against the warm bedrolls, while Orien clung to him closely and followed his lead. The two cuddled together and quickly fell asleep together, nude, a few feet away the fire roared and snapped, keeping them warm.

Colborn and Lyra worked the deer down to the bones, cooked themselves a small dinner, but knew better than to disturb the other two, even for a meal. The meat they didn’t cook was salted to begin a curing process, keeping it for the foreseeable future. Lyra spoke quietly to Colborn while they both enjoyed a finer cut of meat. “Jealous of Orien?”

Colborn ate his food ravenously, hungry after the day of traveling and night of hunting. “I can tell you are, in both ways.” He gave her a knowing look.

“What do you mean- oh, yeah I wanna be fucked by Kilroy and fuck Orien. I guess…” Lyra kept quiet after that.

“That didn’t take much.” Colborn said, not thinking much about it.

“How many times has Kilroy had you clean his cock after fucking a woman?” Lyra asked.

“None. Usually he shares. Did you piss him off or something?” Colborn was more concerned eating than talking.

Lyra felt her dick stiffen just thinking about Kilroy making her clean him. “I dunno. Doesn’t bother me either way.” She fibbed.

Colborn finished his piece of meat and grabbed another. “So why are you rock hard right now?” He looked at her bare groin for a moment, unable to stifle a smile.

She tried to hide the rage in her heart. “Nothing. Stop looking at my dick, hungry boy.”

“I’m hungry for this deer, that’s for sure.” He continued eating, growing tired of talking.

It seems they both agreed, and finished eating before joining the other two on the furred bedrolls. Kilroy and Orien clung to each other in a slumber, so they found what space they could and dozed off.

Chapter 4

(MxF)

Aravaris found herself doing what she hated most, brushing every stray hair and loose knot out of her obnoxiously long hair, the platinum blonde hue was too perfect, she always thought to herself. Sometimes the imperfections in life were the most beautiful, the most intricate, the things that captured her attention like no other. She brushed and brushed and brushed until every loose hair was captured and taken away.

A loud knock sucked her out of her own head. “Come in!” She commanded, hearing her door open and close without looking behind her. “Who is it?”

“It’s Cirdan, my lady.” The male voice was almost genderless, the clearness yet soft delivery deceived many who heard it. “I’ve come to escort you to the selection ceremony.”

“Oh, Cirdan, my old friend. Come in, sit next to me.” She insisted, furiously brushing over and over.

He was in full platemail, sword at his hip sheathed, but he obeyed without a word, pulling a chair up to the glamorous dresser and mirror the princess was preparing her image in front of.

Aravaris kept silent almost a minute while Cirdan watched her intricately remove every stray hair from her flowing locks. “Does this make any sense, Cirdan?”

He was taken aback. The blonde man was barely old enough to be a knight serving in the royal guard, by Elvish standards, the same age as the princess herself who was about to be married, both 25 years old. They had hundreds of years of life to look forward to, no great wisdom between the two of them compared to older Elves. “What does my princess mean?” He sounded befuddled.

“Why should I marry my family’s greatest enemy just to keep the peace? Should we not instead fight them tooth and nail?” She sounded like she was ready to lead her nation to war.

Cirdan was not the political type, or a scholar by any means. He was a fighter, a warrior first and foremost. “I cannot say for certain, my princess. I only know this is what your father thinks is best, and he has lived two hundred of our lifetimes.”

Aravaris knew what kind of answer to expect from the guard who was sworn til their dying breath, above all else, loyalty to the crown. “And what if his old age has clouded his judgement? What if he no longer knows what is best for us?”

“With all due respect, Aravaris, I’m not sure you have a choice at this point. He is convinced this is the best course of action.” Cirdan didn’t want to see his childhood friend locked away in a dungeon for the rest of her days.

She stopped brushing her hair, set the finely crafted tool down on the dresser and turned to the royal guardsmen, focusing on his intricately crafted armor instead of his stinging gaze. “You are a wise tactician, but your strategic mind needs refinement.” Aravaris meant no harm with her words, but felt they were true anyway.

“What do you mean?” He seemed offended, but hid it under a layer of confusion.

“If I marry Rohan, he becomes king without a fight. Then he and his father will scheme and plot me out of the picture the moment I give him an heir.” She was convinced this was the truth, from the studies she had as a child.

Cirdan stood up out of his chair, turning away from the princess and taking a few steps while he contemplated. “You may be right. But how do you refuse your father now?”

“I can’t.” She said, laying her arms on the dresser almost in defeat. “He’s ordered me to the selection ceremony tonight, and there’s no possible way Rohan won’t be selected. His family controls the council with an iron fist.”

Cirdan turned back to his princess, concern sprawled over his expression. “You can’t marry him if you suspect he’ll kill you the moment you give birth.”

She admired the Elf man more than he knew; she often envied his days training with a sword and shield or a bow and quiver. He was modest-looking compared to most elves, thin-framed but rippled with muscle and strong like a tightly bound rope. His light blue eyes captured her attention more than she wanted to admit. There was something about him that reminded her of the Orc she met in the forest. The Orc, she almost forgot his name. “Kilroy…” She whispered.

“What did you say, princess?” He took a few steps toward her, resting his hand on her chair.

Almost at once, a dozen ideas flooded her mind. She didn’t have the ability to process them all at once, different pieces clicking together almost simultaneously. And she knew she needed Cirdan, but had no clue how to convince him. “Do you trust me, Cirdan?”

He felt trapped by the question. “Of course, my princess.” He bowed his head ever so slightly, closing his eyes in the process.

She reached out for his chin, grabbing his supple pale flesh with ease. His eyes opened, and his expression told every emotion he was feeling. Confusion, trust, and the ever so slight hint of desire. “Arvi…” He spoke her childhood nickname softly.

Before he knew what was happening, she locked lips with him, kissing his red lips with everything in her soul. Breaking away only to speak and breath. “I need your help to save the Elvish kingdom. Will you serve your princess?”

Cirdan was faced with betraying every oath he had ever sworn. It was not an easy question to answer. “Can you at least tell me your plan?” He didn’t want to admit it but he wanted her lips pressed against his again.

“I need your undying loyalty. Swear yourself into my service, and after my plan comes to fruition, your house will have king-like power.” She was not the type of princess to mince words, but at the same time she did not offer her long-term plan to him.

Cirdan felt torn between his desires as a man and his oaths he had already sworn to her father. Somehow, he felt the princess had the greater-good in mind. And the greater-good happened to be the path to fame and fortune, at least for him. “I wonder what this plan of yours is, princess.”

“I intend to seek out an ally that no one in Elvish history has ever had. And I’ll use them to take over the Elvish kingdom I already have a claim to. Then, Rohan and Logan will have no choice but to tuck their tails between their legs and return to their irrelevant cities.” She exhumed a confidence and power that Cirdan had never witnessed before, standing up out of her chair and putting her hands on his pale, gentle cheekbones, caressing his face. “And I’ll be queen, with the council at my feet, and I’ll have the power to grant you any station you desire.” Their eyes locked onto each other.

Cirdan grabbed each of her wrists gently, caressing her soft skin. “What if I want you, princess?”

She smiled wickedly. “My alliance may require me to marry. Are you willing to wait on the sidelines, until I have the power to shake them away?”

He closed the small distance between their lips, kissing the princess deeply. Once they broke away to breathe, he replied softly. “I will wait for the rest of my life if I have to, just as long I know you’re waiting for me as well.”

Aravaris felt shivers down her spine, from the power Cirdan granted her. “With you by my side, we’ll conquer the Elvish kingdom, and much more.” She grabbed his longsword by the hilt, and pulled it out of the sheath with little trouble. “Let me grant you the privilege of being my first queensguard.”

Cirdan kneeled wordlessly, and she rested the blade on each of his shoulders. Once he returned to his feet, she put his sword back into its place and kissed him again. “We must leave, immediately.” She whispered after their lips broke their embrace.

He nodded and contemplated. “What do we need before we leave, my love?”

His words filled her with so many different desires. “We must leave now, any supplies will have to be purchased along the way.”

Cirdan nodded. “Well, you better change out of that ballroom dress.”

Aravaris was dressed for the selection ceremony, an extravagantly designed ballroom gown adorned her slim, feminine figure. “Yes. I suppose normally I’d command you to wait outside, but considering the circumstances…” She pulled the dress off rather simply, leaving her womanly body exposed for Cirdan to appreciate, only a lacy white bra and panties covering her body.

His face flushed with red, but his eyes never looked away. “W-where’s your leather armor, m’lady?”

She pressed her modest tits against his platemail armor, looking up at the masculine elf longingly. “Mm, the ceremony doesn’t start for quite awhile, are you sure you don’t want to have some fun before we run away?”

The royal guardsman was practically stammering. “M-M’lady…” He stopped himself, looking down at the beautiful princess pressing herself against him. “What did you have in mind?” He asked, the normal confidence he exhumed coming out like fireworks.

She knew how to put on a suit of platemail, so once he showed some of the confidence she expected, the Elf princess lowered her hands to his groin-plate, removing it with ease and parting his loin-cloth to reveal his already hardening member. Her bare hand started stroking him to full mast, it didn’t take many strokes until he was rock hard. Their eyes locked with each other, while she slowly drifted down to her knees, scantily dressed, while her hands grabbed the back of his legs and started licking the head of his shaft.

Cirdan’s cock was already about to explode, never imagining that this would have happened the moment he entered the princess’s chambers. “Arvi… my princess…” He sounded awe-struck.

She stopped teasing the tip of his cock for one moment. “Call me queen, Cirdan.”

“My queen.” He corrected himself.

Aravaris started sucking his cock like her life depended on it, wrapping her tongue around his shaft and shoving every inch she could take into her throat. He moaned and muled like she knew he would, before she stepped up her game and adjusted her kneeling stance closer to his body, forcing his shaft into her throat, lips kissing his balls. Cirdan was obviously not experienced with being deep-throated, throbbing like crazy already. She knew it wouldn’t be long before his semen filled her mouth, so she put more pressure on his shaft, licking and sucking like she never imagined she might.

The entire time, she was thinking about Kilroy. She knew his cock was bigger than Cirdan and the libido of the average Orc surpassed any other mortal man. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, deep down in her soul, Aravaris was a size-queen cock hungry slut. And this was just the first cock on her path to dominating the elvish realm.

She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking his cock like a space vacuum. What Cirdan mistook as cocksucking technique, was her trying to make it last as short as possible. After a dozen times of raking her lips over his shaft, pushing it into the furthest reaches of her throat, she could feel his cock begin to tighten and spasm. So she sucked him harder and deeper, eager to swallow his seed and get this over with.

Cirdan blew inside his princesses’ mouth far sooner than he expected, filling her mouth with cum, huge gobs of semen, more than he anticipated. She backed off his dick, swallowing hard and several times. By the time she was done, his dick and balls were cleaned completely. He was speechless, naturally. “My queen… that was… amazing.”

Aravaris rose to her feet and quickly fixed his groin-plate, putting his already deflated dick back where it belonged. “Wait outside, I’ll get dressed and we’ll both leave the city. Okay?”

He nodded wordlessly, before kissing her longingly, and leaving her bedchamber.

She was quick to adorn her leather armor, displaying her family crest. Her bow, arrows, sword and dagger she quickly strapped to her body before taking one last look at herself in the dresser mirror. A bit of Cirdan’s cum was at the corner of her lip, and she licked it up without a second thought. “I will become queen, the right way.” The last thing she needed, a sack of gold, she pulled out of the dresser’s top drawer. It must have had 500 gold or more, the massive sack weighted heavily on her hip once she tied it to her belt.

If she had more time to prepare, she could fill a backpack with gold, but it might end up stolen anyway. She needed to leave before anyone grew suspicious, time was not on her side.

She exited her bedchamber in leather, fully armed. The other guard at her door looked at her suspiciously. “Princess Aravaris, what is the meaning-” Before he could finish his sentence, Cirdan used his elbow to savagely knock the unaware man out. A loud crack echoed out, sending the combat veteran crumpling to the ground.

Both of them exchanged a look and began running to the city walls.

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Several hours had passed, Aravaris and Cirdan were well beyond the realm of her father, crossing into the colder northern tundra. Only one Human settlement existed in this area, one the Dwarves frequently traded ale with.

“So…” Cirdan started. “Who are these allies you seek?”

“Orcs.” She returned Cirdan’s gaze, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Orcs?!” Cirdan obviously had some assumptions. “Aren’t they… more of the kill and rape first, ask questions later type of ally?”

Aravaris was unphased by his doubt. “Well you’re welcome to turn around whenever you wish, Sir Cirdan.”

He bowed his head despite the fact his queen wasn’t looking at him. “I trust your judgement, of course… I just never thought…”

“Yes, we as Elves have assumptions about the Orc race, but my recent encounter with them tells me we are greaviously wrong.” She was confident in her assessment.

Cirdan mused this over in his head. “In what way?”

“Well, I encountered two male Orcs just a few days ago. They did not kill or rape me on sight. They simply wished to travel north, to create a new clan.”

“And you let them?!” Cirdan was once again amazed.

The Elf queen quickly grew frustrated by her traveling companion. “Yes, I did. Because it was obvious two Orcs were not a threat to an Elvish city of thousands.”

“But they can breed at rates faster than any other race. In five years they could have a clan of a thousand Orcs. And at that point, if they capture one Human settlement, they could conquer the world in a couple years.”

Aravaris was mad at Cirdan for underestimating her intelligence. “Yes, this is true. But that requires five years of breeding constantly. These Orcs I met face to face, and they were more concerned fucking themselves, which will produce zero children. Either way, I do not believe this Orc chieftain wants to lead a world dominating regime. He is not the type of Orc we’ve been led to believe is inherent in their blood. He was kind, intelligent, in ways most Elves are not. I think I can convince him to help us. If you doubt that, you can turn back now. If I’m captured at some point, I’ll even confirm whatever tale you conjure.” She seemed incredibly confident that she had Cirdan in the palm of her hand.

Cirdan was silent longer than she imagined. “You are taking a huge risk trusting Orcs over your own kind, but I will not turn my back on you, my Queen.”

Not like you have much of a choice; even if you turned me in now, you’d still be dishonored far below your normal station. She knew the relationship between them was purely politically motivated, despite the fact she swallowed his seed not even a day ago.

“I have to ask you something, Arvi.” He rarely called her that, so Aravaris knew this was important.

“What is it, Cirdan?” She stopped and turned back toward the platemailed male.

“What if you are wrong, and these Orcs just rape children out of you, and murder me?” He stared into her eyes with a seriousness she didn’t know existed inside of him.

She wasn’t about to lie to him, and tell him she knew for certain that wasn’t going to happen. “Sometimes, the moment we all wait for in life requires more faith than we are comfortable giving. And the only way we achieve what we’ve been waiting for our entire lives is to give a little faith where we normally wouldn’t. That’s what creates legends, Cirdan, because the normal person would never risk so much.”

Cirdan was made silent by her response, it was obvious he did not expect such a deep-hitting reply. “… I think I’m starting to understand, my Queen.”

“Well, keep following me Cirdan, and maybe we’ll both get a better understanding.” She kept moving forward, while the Elf male followed behind her.

It took them quite a while to reach the tiny Human settlement on the edge of the world, almost no traffic on the road at all. It was nighttime, and as they entered, Humans fled the streets, hiding in their homes and the lone tavern.

Aravaris and Cirdan made their way through the center of the quiet town, stepping into the small tavern. It was brightly lit inside, a fire roaring with dozens of torches and glass, gas lanterns hanging from every corner. The tavern must have had fifty Humans mingling, drinking and thinking subtly, “What the hell are Elves doing here?”

Both of them sat down at an unoccupied table at the corner of the tavern, waiting for the waitress to approach and ask what they’d like to drink for the evening. It took a few minutes, but a young human girl walked up to their table with a notepad and pencil. “What can I getcha?”

Aravaris was the one to speak. “Two beers. And… if you have any news of any recent events in town? We’re traveling through.”

She smiled awkwardly. “Oh, well surely you heard of the Orc attack we had today! Just two beers? No rooms for tonight?”

Cirdan stared at his Queen with concern, while she replied with no telling sign. “Yes, just two beers. An Orc attack? No, we just made it to town a little while ago.”

“Oh, yes, there were at least four Orcs in town. Apparently they kidnapped a Human man and left. The town guard lost a few men to it as well. Very sad… but what are you gonna do? The local Orc clan normally keeps to itself, but it seems they were hungry enough to come into town and snatch up someone. Be careful if you leave town.” The young Human waitress smiled courteously, before leaving toward the barkeep with their order.

Aravaris and Cirdan exchanged looks. “I know what you’re thinking…” She said, not wanting to hear his doubts again.

Cirdan acted indignant. “Well, it’s not like anything I say’ll change your mind anyway.”

She tried to hide her anger. “Leave whenever you wish, if you doubt your Queen.”

Cirdan adjusted in his chair. “Not like leaving would do anything but put me in jail, so keep acting like it’s an option at this point.”

Arvi stopped herself from yelling at the man in public, but instead calmed herself and waited for the beer to arrive.

The Human waitress wasn’t far behind, two wooden tankards in her hands. “Sorry about the wait, enjoy!” She set both down on their table and turned away, heading toward the other thirsty patrons. Aravaris noticed Cirdan eyeing her voluminous backside, and said nothing, sipping at her beer.

Cirdan downed a good third of his beer in a single gulp, obviously desperate for a drink after the long journey. “So is the plan still to meet the man-eating Orcs?”

“You don’t know that’s why they took him, maybe there’s a more logical explanation. But if you let your racial assumptions paint the picture for you, you’ll be as ignorant as these Humans.” She said, putting her tankard back on the table.

Cirdan didn’t know how to argue against his Queen, so he let it go. “Fine, but where are we sleeping tonight?”

Aravaris took a large gulp from her drink, slamming it back on the table. “Who says we’re sleeping yet?”

He leaned in further to the table, ignoring his ale for just a moment. “How the hell are we supposed to find Orcs camping in the middle of the forest at night?”

She checked her manicure briefly. “My magical abilities will let me track their footsteps in the dirt quite easily. They are much bigger than Humans or Elves, they leave bigger tracks. So we follow those tracks.”

Cirdan interrupted his Queen. “And when we find them, won’t they fight us to the death?”

Aravaris seemed happy he asked that question. “Well… once we find them, we just ask to join their clan, obviously. And when I become Kilroy’s wife, I’ll be able to push him toward war with my Father. And once he captures the capital for himself, I’ll take it for my own, and slaughter his clan in front of him.”

The Elf male felt a shiver travel down his spine. Damn, she’s that fucking cold, isn’t she? “That plan… is a little fucked, isn’t it?”

The Elf princess took her feet out of the leather boots she wore, only silk socks on her feet. They traveled to the groin of Cirdan, massaging his balls and dick with the balls of her soft, silky feet, through the soft fabric underneath his platemail armor. “All in the plan of ruling the world, right my knight?”

He melted instantly, drinking more ale. “Right, my Queen.”

Aravaris wondered if Kilroy would be this easy to manipulate. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” She could feel his cock hardening against her toes. Before anyone noticed, she put her feet back into her boots.

Cirdan was more contemplative than normal with the ale in his hand, maybe it had something to do with the trip dehydrating him, making the beer hit harder than normal. “Wait… if I have to exist in the Orc clan until we take over Meadowlands again, what am I going to do in the meantime?”

Fuck me. She hoped he wasn’t this self-aware. “I won’t lie to you, you might have to integrate as much as you can.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Cirdan was concerned now.

Aravaris threw back the rest of her ale with ease, before staring him straight in his beautiful Elvish pupils. “You might be someone’s bitch for a little while. Can you handle that?”