Chapter 11 - Mila
Mila awoke to the wet sensation of Alagar’s slobbery tongue upon her cheek. Groggily she opened her eyes to the morning sun that was bathing the beach in warm rays as it began to peak over the mountains to the east. Alagar sat back on his haunches and panted happily. Behind her she could hear the soft snores of Grotag. The threesome had apparently fallen asleep by the water after their frenzied rutting and as Mila shifted to lean upon her crooked elbow she realized the bulky orc’s arm was still wrapped around her and his hefty penis was still nestled deep in her anus. She could feel the remnants of his prodigious quantities of seed squelching inside her stuffed rear.
Alagar turned in a circle and sniffed the air deeply, pointing his muzzle in the direction of the trees. The pair’s years of companionship enabled Mila to read his movements like speech and she knew right away that he desired to seek out the nearby Warg pack Grotag had mentioned the night before. Mila nodded and smiled at Alagar, who woofed softly in reply before trotting off towards the trees.
Left to her own devices with a muscled, well endowed orc at her mercy, the green-skinned woman smiled a mischievous grin. She knew that Kalliya would want to view the tribe’s artifact today, but it was still early and she had some time to kill. The proper fucking she’d gotten the night before would have left most other humanoids sore, but her orcish constitution served her well and Mila slowly began squeezing her round ass down on the flaccid slab of cock-meat inside it. The residue of Grotag’s cum from their nocturnal encounter had left his tool slick and smooth and as the female greenskin contracted the muscles of her buttocks and milked the hefty organ she felt it throb and harden. Before long, the girthy phallus was rigid and hot in her ass and Mila began to gently buck her hips backwards and forwards, raising a leg as she did so and moving her hand downwards to massage her hardening clit.
Grotag’s cock was immense, the sensation of it sliding slickly in and out of her stretched sphincter was exquisite, and soon Mila was fucking herself onto it with a quickening tempo, her fingers working frantically at her pleasure button. In response to her increased pace, she heard Grotag moan from behind her and his huge hand moved from where it was draped over her waist to cup one of her ample tits and pinch her dark green, diamond hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
{Good morning}, rumbled the barrel chested orc.
{Greetings}, grunted Mila, not breaking her rhythm.
Grotag rolled over until the massive bulk of his body was pressing Mila down into the ground, moving his ankles over hers and spreading her legs wide while sliding his other hand under her arm so that both were kneading and manhandling her hefty breasts. After shifting from their spooning position to one where he was mounting her, the huge orc warrior began humping his pelvis up and down, his hips slapping against the olive green skin of her asscheeks. The meaty smacking sound and their pleasure filled grunts soon filled the morning air and Mila could feel his heavy balls slap against her hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy.
Thoroughly pinioned by the bulk of the male mounting her and her asshole full of delicious, hot cock, Mila orgasmed quickly. Her muscles tensed and corded, her cunt spasmed and squirted cream and she bit her bottom lip hard as she groaned with pleasure. The incredible tightness caused by his mate’s muscles clenching in pleasure pushed Grotag over the edge and he joined Mila in orgasm, hugging her tightly against his broad chest, hands squeezing her titflesh almost painfully as his engorged tool began spurting rope upon rope of pearly white jism deep into her bowels. As he came, Grotag thrust his hips in short, urgent movements, fucking his cum into Mila’s welcoming arse.
Their quick morning fuck complete, the pair washed in the river and made their way back up to the village and into the Pa where they joined Pointer, Kalliya, Kami, Chief Trabba and a few guards. The chief and the guards were naked, but for their warpaint and the belts and straps that held their weapons, so Mila felt no need to retrieve her own clothes from her room despite a raised eyebrow from Kalliya and an appreciative half grin from the silent elf. The chief informed the group that they would now travel to the place where the artifact was kept and the small procession set off back down through the village. As they walked, Mila could feel a trickle of sloppy cum ooze from her well-fucked ass to slide down the inside of her thigh, but, just as she was wondering if anyone would notice her wiping it away, Grotag, who was walking beside her, reached down and gave her ass a hearty squeeze while grinning broadly at her. Mila smiled back while shrugging inwardly. If these orcs don’t care, she thought, why should I?
The Chief led the procession through the humid forest for about a mile until they came to a small hummock into which a passage had been dug. The entrance was framed by huge flagstones and two massive orcs stood on either side of it, each leaning on a vicious looking glaive. They were older orcs, their skin dark green with age and covered with a latticework of scars and the now familiar red paint. Both inclined their heads towards Trabba as she approached before standing aside to let the party through.
The air grew blessedly cool as they descended the rough hewn stone steps inside the hill and Mila felt her nipples harden as the pleasant cold caressed them. The way was lit by sputtering torches and, after they had walked downwards almost a hundred paces, the earthen walls gave way to stone. Eventually the passage levelled out and widened until it came to a huge set of stone carved doors. Two more veteran orcs stood guard beside them. At the chief’s direction they turned and pushed the doors inwards.
Beyond the doors was a grand cavern, originally naturally formed but subsequently widened and refined. Torches hung against the walls and more stood on tall wooden stands near the centre of the room where they surrounded a stone carved pedestal. Around the pedestal stood four more hulking guards. As impressive as the space was, however, the melon sized jewel on the plinth stole all the grandeur from the cavern and all the attention of the visitors. Multifaceted and shimmering with a slight blue tinge, the crystal was a marvel to behold. Even Pointer’s normally stoic demeanour was betrayed as he raised both eyebrows in awe.
“This is our holy stone,” said Trabba, “taken by right of battle many years ago when we slew the beast that was the Empire. This is what you wanted to see, yes?”
Kalliya was speechless. She took a step towards the stone. The four orc guards responded in one fluid motion, levelling their glaives at the mage.
“You may go no closer!” commanded Trabba.
Kalliya raised her hands and stepped back. “Sorry! I understand completely.”
The mage drew out a notebook and began walking around the large crystal, scribbling notes all the while. Pointer simply sat down and crossed his legs, seemingly content to sit in the cool gloom and observe the massive jewel. Mila found the stone beautiful and made an attempt to gauge its worth, but when she tried to factor in its obviously magical nature, the figure she came up with ended up with such a staggering number of zeros tacked onto it that she gave up and headed over to where chief Trabba stood.
Trabba nodded at her approach. {You travel in strange company,} she said. {Why are you not with your tribe?}
{My tribe is scattered. There was a squabble over leadership,} replied Mila. She recalled the night that fighting had broken out in her tribe’s village; their chief had proven weak, his leadership, or lack thereof, had resulted in conflict with a nearby dwarven enclave. After her tribe’s warriors had received a thrashing at the hands of a well organized and disciplined force of dwarven soldiers, the Chief had submitted to the dwarves and offered a number of his people as hostages and indentured servants. This was not an unusual custom for the region, but when the chief refused to resign his position and submit to servitude as well nor hand over any of his close family as hostages and servants, as was the tribe’s custom, there was significant unrest and discord among the orcs. Mila’s mother had been one of the tribe members selected to be handed over and her father had been furious, not that his mate was to be a hostage - this was customary - but at the chief’s cowardice, and had demanded that the chief step down. Challenges were made and there was to be a duel in the morning, but that night the chief and his cronies struck. Mila’s mother and father had died before the door of their house and Mila herself was wounded terribly, but the timely appearance of Alagar and a few of her father’s friends had turned the fight. The casualties had been terrible, however, and the morning sun rose on a village devastated and depopulated. The few remaining orcs disbanded and moved on to forge what they could in the way of a new life. Many had joined other clans, but Mila, with Alagar at her side, chose the life of a mercenary.
{A terrible tale,} said Trabba. {A weak chief is truly a blight on their people.} Trabba gave Mila an appraising look before continuing. {Grotag is a strong warrior. You have much strength to have defeated him. Should you seek a tribe to join, we would have you.}
{I am honoured, Chief of the Redtooth,} said Mila. {The life of a mercenary suits me at the moment, but should I tire of the road, I may take you up on that offer.}
They were interrupted at that moment by Kalliya. “Thank-you, Chief Trabba, for your generosity in permitting me to examine your holy stone. I have many questions if you have the time and inclination to answer them.”
“We shall go back to the village then, and I shall try to answer your questions,” responded Trabba.
The group returned to the Pa and the chief had food brought while Kalliya began her inquiries. Mila joined them for the meal, but left once she had eaten and drunk her fill while the mage continued interminably, quizzing Trabba on what seemed to be inconsequential historical minutiae. The warg rider walked over to where Pointer sat and asked him if he was up for some practice sparring. The elf nodded his acquiescence and shortly the two were standing in a small clearing behind the Pa, weapons in hand.
The elf was still stripped to the waist and his pale, scarred skin gleamed under the midday sun. He had unclipped his writing slate from his belt and laid it to one side and was now swishing his black steel estoc through the air as he warmed up. Across the sun-baked earth, Mila stood at the ready, naked but for her boots and baldric. A trickle of sweat crept its way down between her heavy, bare breasts. “Ready?” she questioned the lean swordsman. She could see a large bulge at the crotch of his tight black trousers and wondered if her naked body was distracting the normally single-minded elf.
Pointer simply nodded and dropped his sword point low, approaching the greenskin at an angle that forced her to rotate to the left. Mila guessed he was testing her footwork, hoping to get her to misstep and catch her with legs crossed before he made his attack. She raised her blade above her head, point towards her attacker, taking the ox stance and trusting gravity to lend her parry speed when Pointer made his inevitable thrust. She side-stepped to her right to counter the elf’s angled approach.
Sure enough, once he was in range, Pointer lunged forward and thrust low at Mila’s inner right thigh. The orc dropped her sword downwards, catching his blade on the left side and sweeping it out to the right of his body. She stepped forward quickly, her sword producing a steely rasp against his as she ran it up towards his quillons, planning to shoulder-check the pale elf. Pointer was too fast, however, and he danced nimbly to his right, letting Mila’s momentum carry her past him while sweeping his blade down, around, and then slashing towards her back.
He was fast, but Mila had fought many opponents both quick and strong, and she was ready for his evasive maneuver. Twisting at the waist as she was carried into the elf’s former position, she lashed out with a strike that rose upwards from the ground and caught his blade on the way up to bring both weapons skywards. She heaved her elbow, now slightly above Pointer’s left shoulder, out and down to jab its point into the base of his neck. The orc didn’t put all of her considerable strength into the blow - had she done that, the elf may have ended up with a broken collarbone - but the strike was enough to elicit a whoof of expelled air from Pointer’s lungs, and he reeled backwards before dropping to the ground on his back. He knew the orc had pulled her hit and played along with what the result of such a strike would have been if she hadn’t held back. Mila brought her sword down to level it at Pointer’s chest, but before she could complete the movement her legs were swept from under her as the lithe elf rolled to his right and kicked out at the back of the orc warrior’s knees en route.
Pointer watched as Mila dropped her blade to arrest her fall with both hands and quickly pushed himself back to his feet as Mila made to retrieve her sword. His assumption was mistaken, however - she didn’t try to recover her blade. It may have been what another elven duellist would have done, but the greenskin had faith in her strength and instead launched herself towards Pointer in a low flying tackle. Her shoulder caught the elf in the pit of his stomach as he stood, leaving him breathless and bowling him over to land on the dirt with a heavy thump. The hilt of his estoc skittered from his grasp and he found himself pinned underneath the muscular orc woman, her chest mashed against his crotch. He tried to scramble backwards out of her grasp, but she simply heaved herself forwards to land flat against his chest, her hands wrapped around his neck.
“Looks like I win,” said Mila, grinning at Pointer, face inches away from his. Her sweaty, nude body was pressed against his and she could feel his substantial bulge prodding into her naked loins. It must have been difficult to fight with that bulk restricting his movement, she thought.
The lean, scarred elf simply returned the orc’s toothy grin and glanced down the length of their bodies. Mila felt something that wasn’t the elf’s semi-hard cock poke into the flesh just below her ribs and glanced downwards as well. In their brief scuffle, Pointer had managed to draw a long poignard from his boot and now held the point against Mila’s skin.
She laughed and released her stranglehold on the elf’s throat. “Well, shit. A tie then. Good fight.” Unable to resist the opportunity to tease the normally stoic elf, she sat up, legs still straddling his crotch, and bucked her hips a little to grind her exposed cunt against the front of his pants. Pointer’s grin became a lopsided smirk and Mila was surprised when she felt both his hands grip her bare buttocks and give them a hearty squeeze.
“Hmmm… Feeling a bit frisky after getting slapped around by a strong orc woman, are we?” she said, a mischievous twinkle coming to her eye.
Pointer’s response was to give her asscheeks another strong squeeze.
Mila stood up and offered a hand to her supine sparring partner. “C’mon then. A good fight always leaves me a bit randy too.”
The two sweaty fighters walked back around the Pa to the main entrance. Inside, Trabba had apparently grown a little bored with Kalliya’s unending flow of questions and had summoned some burly orc warriors to attend her while she answered the mage. The chief was leaning back in her throne, legs spread, while one of her bodyguards kneeled before her, his tongue lashing at her cunny. Like any good host, the older orc woman had clearly offered similar refreshments to her guest and Kalliya was leaning against the end of the long table in front of the throne, her tunic hiked up above her hips, while another burly orc slurped enthusiastically at her cunt. The attentions of the two muscled orc guards seemed not to affect either woman’s ability to speak, however, and, as Pointer and Mila walked past on their way to the guest quarters, the mage was still directing questions at the orc chief.
“Not a bad way to make a boring conversation about ancient history a little more interesting,” remarked Mila as she and Pointer entered her room.
Mila pulled her boots off as Pointer did the same and then turned to watch with an appraising eye as the elf dropped his pants. While not as girthy as an orc’s, the cock that sprang from his lowered trousers was certainly appealing to the lusty greenskin. Long and lean like the elf himself, Pointer’s phallus pulsed semi-erect before him. Mila smiled appreciatively as she took in the sinewy muscles and scarred skin of the elven thief - something about a body that was well tempered and had seen plenty of battle aroused a keen hunger in the orc woman’s loins and she stepped up to her silent comrade, pressing her glistening green skin against his pale flesh while wrapping her fingers around his long shaft. With a few, cursory strokes she nursed the cock in her hands to full hardness. As she did so, Pointer reached out to grasp one of her large tits with both hands and brought the dark green, rock hard nipple that capped it to his lips. He ran his tongue over the stiff nub and then gently bit down on the aroused teat before moving his hands over to its twin and repeating the action.
As Pointer teased and groped her hefty bosom, Mila spread her legs and rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her moist pussy lips and enflamed clit. The elf certainly was adept and dexterous with his hands and tongue, but after their energetic sparring match, Mila was up for something a little rougher. “C’mon elf, you can do better than that,” she murmured. “Slap those orcish titties around a bit.”
Her words of encouragement had the desired effect. Pointer squeezed down hard on the orc’s ripe boobs, making her sweat-glistening titflesh bulge between his spread fingers. He then pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on the sensitive nubs. The exquisite pain sent a shiver down Mila’s spine that nestled into her cunt and got her juices properly flowing. Gripping her round globes firmly once more, Pointer pulled Mila downwards to her knees and then slapped his tumescent dick into the sweat-lubed valley of her cleavage. Picking up on what he wanted, the orc spat onto his cock as he wrapped her massive jugs around his veiny shaft. Then the elf pushed her heaving breasts together and began to fuck his cock in and out of the delectable crevice the two fleshy globes created. Mila watched as Pointers engorged glans poked and then withdrew over and over from her slick cleavage. Clear, sloppy pre-cum was soon oozing freely from the tip of his schlong to mix with her sweat and spit, forming an obscene, slippery grease for his pistoning cock. Having her tits used in such a crude fashion caused the flame of lust to burn strongly inside her and Mila’s cunt was soon dripping long, clear strands of fem-lube onto the ground between her legs.
“Fuck me! I need you to mount me! Now!” she growled.
Pointer grabbed her roughly and pulled her to her feet. He shoved the aroused orc face first against the wall and pushed her legs apart with his feet. Mila was loving every moment and she could feel her arousal oozing wetly down the inside of her thighs. A moment later she felt the elf’s lengthy cock slap upwards against her dripping labia and she involuntarily bucked her round ass backwards, grinding it against Pointer’s lean hips. The mute swordsman reached down to grip his engorged phallus and crammed it into her slick fuck-hole. The sensation was rough and obscene and perfectly delectable.
“Gods yes! Fuck my sloppy cunt!” groaned Mila as she relished the feeling of a long, hard slab of cockmeat filling her needy quim.
The elf needed no instructions on what to do with the slippery hole his cock was entombed within and he began pistoning his rigid member in and out of the orc’s welcoming cunt with gusto. His hips slapped against Mila’s ample buttcheeks and drops of sweat flew off the two frantically rutting figures. The hot air of the room filled with the obscene, meaty slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and the lewd stench of sex and sweat.
Pointer held her pressed against the wall and bred Mila’s slick cunny that for what seemed like an age, crushing her tits hard against the wooden wall and taking his pleasure in her cunt with ferocious intensity. His hands gripped her flared hips tightly as he humped her welcoming fuck-hole until he felt his balls grow taught with mounting need. Mila felt the elf’s pace slacken and when he began to pull out, she looked over his shoulder and snarled, “Don’t you fucking dare pull out! Fill my cunt with your seed!”
Once more, the elf proved adept at following directions. He slammed his cock back into the orc’s needy quim and bucked his hips. Voluminous ass pressed tight against his bucking hips, Mila quivered and then tensed in orgasm as she felt Pointer’s dick swell and pulse as it started spurting powerful jets of sperm into her well-used cunt. Pointer wrapped his arms completely around her waist and leaned into her, his hips making short, heavy pumps as he hosed his cum into her. She sighed in satisfaction. “Ahhh, that’s it, right there! Fill me up with that hot cum!”
The two fighters remained slumped against the wall and joined at the waist for a few, long minutes after Pointer had finished inseminating Mila’s desperate cunny. Eventually, however, the elf slid his shaft from the orc’s jizz filled cunt. Glistening white strings of cum stretched from his pulsating organ to the dark green lips of her pussy and more of the obscene liquid flowed slowly down her legs, but Mila wasn’t sated yet. She turned to face the spent elf and dropped to her knees once more. Keeping her eyes locked to his, she guided Pointer’s softening tool past her tusks and into her mouth and sucked hard on the jism covered elf-cock. His seed tasted sweet - a strange, but pleasant, artifact of elven physiology - and Mila happily slurped on his phallus until she felt it stiffen in her mouth. Once he was fully hard again, she climbed onto the bed and spread her legs.
Their next coupling was less frenzied - just a casual, easygoing fuck. Pointer climbed between Mila’s thighs and slowly pushed his dick into her welcoming quim until his balls came to rest against the rosebud of her anus. Mila then wrapped her arms around the elf’s lean body and pulled him against her as he began to fuck her with a steady, languid rhythm. Her cunt squelched wetly as his thrusting shaft plunged in and out of her cum stuffed fuck-hole and the two of them mated slowly and lazily in the heat of the afternoon. Mila orgasmed twice more - less intensely than her first - and Pointer humped her steadily for the better part of an hour, their first frantic rutting having taken the edge off his arousal. His orgasm was less urgent, but his muscles still strained with pleasure as his elven cock pumped more sweet, sticky seed into Mila’s cum-drenched fuck-hole. Eventually, his balls thoroughly drained and her pussy properly filled, Pointer rolled off Mila’s naked body and the two drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Something was wrong. Mila’s eyes snapped open and adjusted quickly to the night time gloom of her room. She rolled over find the bed beside her empty, but for a scrap of paper. Grabbing the parchment, she quickly got up from the bed and put a spark to the torch hanging near the door.
If you find this before morning, do not leave your room.
Pointer
She swore under her breath, threw her pants and shirt on and looped her baldric over her neck before quenching the torch. She then opened her door just enough to peek out into the hall beyond it. The main room of the Pa was deserted, the fire in the centre of it reduced to a few smoldering embers. Treading softly, she made her way to Pointer’s room and looked into it. The elf was gone. The scene in Kalliya’s room was similar. The mage’s pack was absent and the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Mila swore again and made her way to the Pa’s main entrance. Next to a sputtering torch, a bored guard leaned on his spear. Mila walked past him as calmly as she could, returning the nod he gave her before continuing on her way through the village. A few other orcs were out, but it must have been very late indeed as most of the village seemed to be sleeping. The pieces of the puzzle slotted into place inside her head. It was all too obvious, actually; Pointer and Kalliya were going to steal the crystal. What’s more, it seemed the second half of her payment would not be forthcoming from the mage. To cap it all off, the Redtooth would probably think she was complicit in the whole affair. She hastened towards the village gates, but paused at the door to Grotag and Kami’s hut as she passed it. Without bothering to knock she forced the door open. The siblings had been asleep, but both shot upright in their beds at Mila’s violent intrusion.
{What is-} began Kami.
Mila cut her off curtly. {There is trouble! Get some guards and get to the sacred cave,} she commanded, before turning on her heel and racing to the gates.
She almost tripped over a prone guard as she stepped through them. A quick glance told her the guard was dead, his throat cut. Kalliya’s horse was gone as well. It didn’t look good - every moment she delayed, the mage and the thief could be slipping away. The orc swore under her breath once more and loped quickly into the woods, heading towards the cave.
Two more dead guards greeted her arrival at the tunnel entrance. One had his throat slit and the other had clearly been run through by Pointer’s estoc. Mila unsheathed her bastard sword and, with a grim frown etched into her face, descended into the tunnel. The torches had all been put out, but her good orcish vision made her descent fairly easy. It helped her spot the dead guards at the foot of the stairs as well.
In front of her, the great stone doors were open and, through the gloom, Mila could see two shadowed figures scuffling urgently while a third walked past them towards the plinth upon which the crystal sat, glowing faintly. Mila broke into a run, charging towards the pedestal. “You fuckers!” she shouted. “Get away from that!”
The two struggling figures ceased their fight and one dropped slowly to the ground - a long, gurgling sigh escaped the orc guard’s lips as he collapsed to the floor. Kalliya halted mid stride en route to the crystal and turned towards the charging orc. “Pointer? Kill her,” said the mage calmly.
Pointer left his poignard in the body of the dead guard and drew his estoc as Mila slowed her charge and took a fighting stance. In the dim radiance of the crystal, Mila could make out the fine features of his face when he glanced over his shoulder at Kalliya and then back toward her. His eyes looked sad. She watched as he shook his head regretfully and levelled his blade towards the her.
Mila took three steps forward in quick succession and thrust towards the lean elf. He quickly danced backwards and slapped her blade to the side with a casual parry, playing for time. The orc pounced to her right, turning her wrist and slashing upwards as she moved, trying to create an opening in his guard, but Pointer kept his blade in contact with hers and pushed her swipe wide. He stepped in and grabbed the orc’s wrist, pulling her sword arm past him as he drove the pommel of his weapon into her gut. The blow was ferocious and Mila doubled over. She felt the elf release his grip on her sword arm as he stepped back to create space. Pointer knew how dangerous a close up fight with the female warrior could be, but Mila didn’t let him gain that reach advantage. Grimacing through the pain in her bruised gut, she lunged forward, slashing right to left with her blade. The elf was forced to drop his sword point as he moved his right arm across his body to protect his left flank. Their swords met with a steely clash, but Mila had known he would parry her wild slicing attack. As the air reverberated with the sound of their weapons meeting, she swung her balled left fist out in a cruel hook that caught the elf on the lower jaw. Pointer stumbled backwards, spitting blood, and Mila pressed her advantage, raising her sword to strike down at the staggered elf.
She never got the chance. Kalliya had reached the crystal and turned towards the two combatants with the glowing jewel held in both hands. Holding the shimmering orb towards her former comrades, the mage uttered some arcane gibberish and the light of the crystal flared. Both bastard sword and estoc clattered to the ground. Within Mila, a sudden heat exploded. It felt like her cunt was on fire, burning with a need to be filled. The muscles in her neck strained as her mind lost all function but for the primal, carnal urge to breed. In front of her, the same force had seized control of Pointer and the elf looked hungrily at the orc woman he had been fighting only moments before.
“”Well,” said Kalliya lightly, “I’m off. Hopefully you two will have some fun before the Redtooth get here and cut your heads off.” Mila and Pointer were already urgently tearing their horribly constricting clothes from their lust inflamed bodies as Kalliya weaved her magic once more. There was a sizzling crack and the air took on a pungent tang as a strange, purple rift appeared before the mage. The dusky skinned sorcerer flashed a wicked grin over her shoulder at the two nude fighters and then stepped into the portal and disappeared.
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