The Exile’s Path, Chapter 04

The Exile’s Path, Chapter 04 - Seed of a New Tribe

“Alright, Tula, why don’t you start by sucking on Giles’ cock?”

Victoria was standing beside the orc wench directing the performance the greenskin and her son were to put on. The two musicians in the corner had struck up a jaunty Maraader jig and Jessemyn was gyrating seductively in time to the rhythm. No guests had entered the room as yet, but the instructions had been to perform nonetheless so that any visitors would be greeted by the sight of the entertainers in full swing.

Tula nodded at Victoria’s directions and dropped to her knees in front of the young man. His mushroom beer enhanced phallus protruded obscenely from his unbuttoned fly, ridiculously massive and bloated with arousal. The orc had no affection for the haughty youth - he treated her with scorn every chance he got - but they had been hired to entertain and putting on a sexual display was expected of them. Furthermore, the Goblin Ale she had recently consumed herself had left her cunt aching to be filled and the sight of Giles’ oversized penis made her nipples hard and her mouth water, although she was loathe to admit it.

The boy with the gargantuan cock looked down at the orc wench before him, a conflicted mixture of annoyance and lust battling across his features. He held his hands behind his back, thrusting his pelvis out, his throbbing erection inches from Tula’s lips. Both he and Tula were trying to hide their urgent desire to breed from one another, but the large, sloppy dollop of pre-cum that was slowly descending to the ground from his cumslit, restrained only by a thin strand of obscene fluid that tied it to his glans, revealed his desperate need.

With deliberate slowness, Tula leaned forward, opening her mouth wide and taking the boy’s swollen cockhead past her tusks. His oozing pre-cum tasted sweet on her tongue and Tula felt a small shiver of pleasure traipse up her spine. With her hands on her hips, the orc craned her neck forward and pushed more of the girthy shaft into her mouth until she felt his crown butt up against the back of her throat.

“Don’t be afraid to make him cum, dear,” instructed Victoria. “The combination of Tark-Whey and Goblin Ale should keep him hard all night.”

Tula nodded, the movement only somewhat inhibited by the fat schlong tying her mouth to Giles’ groin. With no small amount of effort, she relaxed her gag reflex and eased the boy’s swollen glans down into her throat. Above her, Giles grunted in pleasure as his cock was swallowed by the experienced orc. His hips bucked unconsciously and he moved his hands to the sides of Tula’s head.

“No, darling,” objected his mother. “I think it looks better if you two try not to use your hands. Just let her work your cock with her mouth, honey. Tula knows what she’s doing. Try to keep going until we have a few guests and then switch it up.”

Victoria left the two to their mouth fucking and went over to check on Jessemyn. Despite the ridiculous size of the cock in her mouth, Tula felt little discomfort. She had serviced plenty of her former tribe’s warriors in a similar fashion and, thanks to her experiences with their meaty organs and the wide flare that was typical to orc penises, she was quite capable of taking even Giles’ oversized member in her throat. She flexed the muscles of her neck, massaging the hefty cum-hose in her throat until she had to come up for air. With a spluttering choke, she pulled the giant dick from her mouth and sucked in a few lungfuls of air. Then she opened her lips once again and fed the boy’s tumescent tool back into her mouth.

Giles groaned as Tula resumed her deepthroating. He’d never been so thoroughly serviced before - most of the time he was the one trying to please his clients; sucking on their cunts until his jaw ached or humping them until they’d reached orgasm and his balls felt like they were going to fall off. Now, with his cock stuffed into this beautiful orc woman’s throat, the muscles of her neck flexing and massaging his bloated organ, he felt exquisite pleasure.

He had called her ugly before, but, truth be told, he found Tula devastatingly attractive. Her curvaceous, muscular body lit a strange fire of lust within him that he’d tried to hide behind a shield of bitterness. Besides, the nobility of the city looked down on the wild, tribal greenskins - if he were to ingratiate himself into their ranks, he couldn’t be attracted to a barbaric orc. It was just not possible.

With the amazonian woman deepthroating his cock, however, the lie couldn’t be maintained. With a small whimper, he felt his balls heave. He looked down at Tula to find her meeting his gaze with a penetrating stare. Ropes of cum spurted from his cock, fired directly into the woman’s stomach. His hips spasmed and jerked, but Tula’s gaze never left his as he helplessly fed her his seed.

The two remained locked together, the conflicted boy hosing jism into the object of his scorn and his desire. Neither noticed the gaggle of finely dressed aristocrats who tumbled drunkenly into the room. All that mattered was the perverse connection the two were sharing.

“Oh my, dah-ling, look at that!” gasped a refined older woman, leaning on a well dressed nobleman’s shoulder and pointing at the pair. “They’ve got an orc!”

“Mmm, how rich!” chortled the goateed nobleman.

The pair of nobles sauntered over to observe Tula and Giles more closely, followed by a crowd of their friends. As Giles’ pulsing spurts of sperm died down, his mind cleared enough to realise he had an audience. The assembled, tipsy lords and ladies were filtering about the room; some stood near the window, holding glasses of wine and tiny plates of fine finger-food, a couple conversed next to the bookshelves. Many, however, followed the grey haired noblewoman and her goateed husband over to the chairs and couches that faced the hearth before which stood Giles and Tula. Some stood, leaning against the backs of the seats, while others sat. Sammael circulated among them, taking drink orders.

Giles blushed - caught fornicating with an orc by the very class of people he so envied, his cheeks burned hot. Although the guests only seemed half interested in the lewd display Tula and Giles were engaged in, the boy felt as if they were passing judgement upon him.  He forced a disdainful sneer onto his face, trying to push away the feeling of shame, and looked down at Tula. The orc seemed unfazed by the gathered aristocrats and was focused on slowly extracting the young man’s still-hard dong from her throat. With as haughty a ‘harumph’ as he could manage, Giles took hold of the greenskin’s head and roughly pulled his cock from her mouth.

The bloated thing was coated with a slimy mixture of Tula’s throat-spit and his ejaculate. It shone wetly in the light of the large chandelier that hung from the ceiling.

“Ooh! Look at the size of that cock!”

“I can’t believe she had that thing all the way in her mouth!”

Giles pushed Tula back. The orc had been balanced on the balls of her feet, gasping for air after deepthroating the youth’s hefty shaft, and was not ready for his forceful action. She rolled back onto her ass. In an attempt to demonstrate to their noble observers that he was simply using the barbaric greenskin and was no base creature himself, Giles kneeled behind Tula as she turned sideways and tried to rise to her feet, still panting hard. Caught on her hands and knees, the orc was unprepared as the boy pulled her dress up and to the side, exposing her succulent, round buttocks and her dripping cunt. With an assertive grunt, he mounted her, coarsely pushing his slick, glistening cum-tube into her sopping fuck-hole.

Tula growled at the rough penetration, but her pussy was ready for it - both it and the gargantuan phallus pushing into her were well-lubricated and her hungry cock-sheath had been granted a vastly increased elasticity by the Goblin Ale she had consumed. Her cunt readily swallowed up the massive intruder.

The orc knew what was happening. Games of domination were the norm in orc culture, even during casual copulation. She hadn’t become a chief by losing them.

Still, the boy was giving her, and her cunt, exactly what she wanted at that moment. Thick and hard, Giles’ breeding pole filled her pussy delectably and she didn’t bother resisting as he mounted her like an animal and began pumping his meaty tool into her slavering twat.

The seated and standing aristocrats watched idly as the human boy began energetically mating with the orc woman. A few murmured in amusement at the animalistic display, but most just casually watched the breeding pair while making small talk amongst themselves.

“I say old boy, did you hear about that mess up in the Free Cities?”

“Oh yes, something about demons in Drasich?”

“That’s right - some sort of incursion. Wrecked a good part of the city.”

Giles gripped Tula’s buttocks tightly, his fingers sinking into and pinching her green flesh. To another human, the rough handling might have been unpleasant, but Tula was an orc warrior. She grinned, her tusks glinting, and looked over her shoulder at the youth as he manhandled her ample cheeks and aggressively fucked her juicy cunt. The youth’s nose was scrunched up in a grimace of concentration and repressed shame. Tula clenched her pussy around the boy’s pistoning shaft. The firm pressure on his swollen member caused his expression to falter and his eyes widened, locking to Tula’s.

She squeezed harder.

Jessemyn watched Tula and her brother rutting like beasts out of the corner of her eye. A noble standing near the circle of chairs and couches had beckoned her over with a curt gesture and a brief glance before turning back to the conversation he was having with another finely dressed aristocrat. Upon her approach, the man had calmly reached down, without breaking the stride of his discussion, and unbuttoned his fly, letting his cock flop out of the front of his trousers. He motioned at his half-hard phallus and returned to explaining to his colleague how he was shifting his assets out of Drasich until the city had recovered.

The blonde wench knew what was expected of her and dropped to her knees between the two men. She reached up and gave the man’s penis a few expert tugs before taking it into her mouth. The tip for a blowjob was never as good as when a customer made use of her other holes, but the wench hoped the primal display Giles and Tula were putting on would encourage the gathered guests to make more profitable use of her body.

Sure enough, despite the dry conversation the two men were engaged in, the blonde whore noticed that both were watching the frantic, obscene performance occuring before the hearth as they spoke. She felt a movement behind her and momentarily released the cock in her mouth to look over her shoulder, stroking it while she watched her mother kneel down in front of the other nobleman. Victoria smiled warmly at her daughter before turning to the dick hanging beside her head and getting to work.

Tula was milking Giles’ cock with the powerful muscles of her pussy, contracting her sloppy hole around the heavy column of meat as he pulled back and relaxing them as he pushed forward into her again. When she glanced back at the youth, she could see how his expression had changed. Gone was the aggressive snarl, replaced by a dazed, somewhat vacant expression. The boy’s teeth were no longer clenched - instead, his mouth hung open. Absent, too, was the lad’s knitted brow and determined stare. His eyes were now half closed and he stared off into the middle distance, lost in the sublime sensation of an experienced cunt expertly nursing his swollen cock. Even the lad’s grip on her ample buttcheeks had loosened. He no longer clamped down on her jiggling buttocks and instead almost tenderly ran his hands over her haunches as she worked his dick.

The tables had turned. She had him now. Arching her back, Tula pushed back against the lad’s thrusts, taking the lead and dictating the pace of their mating. As she skillfully manipulated his desperate slab of cock-meat, she felt his hands quiver against her asscheeks. With a victorious grunt, she rammed her ass back and clenched her pussy as hard as she could.

The boy mewled, almost pathetically, and his cock lept and shuddered inside her grasping cum-hole. Tula flexed her haunches rhythmically as hot jets of seed spurted into her pussy, milking Giles’ spasming tool and granting him the sweetest of releases. The boy’s shoulders hunched involuntarily and he slid forward over Tula’s back, his hips bucking disjointedly.

Giles’ orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity. Torrid rope after torrid rope of viscous cream pulsed from his cumslit into Tula’s supreme cunny until it overflowed and oozed past her stretched cunt-lips in vulgar rivulets, but still the youth lay panting against the orc’s back, his hips thrusting weakly and his balls heaving as he stuffed her cock-hole with a ridiculous quantity of pearly white seed.

Enhanced by the elixir he had consumed earlier, the young man’s cum-hose remained rigid and swollen and continued to pump out jism even as Tula rolled him off her back onto the carpet beneath them. Lying on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling and still dribbling seed, albeit somewhat less forcefully, Giles was a shambles. He grunted weakly as Tula got to her feet beside him.

The orc felt a dampness against her breasts and looked down to see two wet patches on her dress, over her nipples. With a shrug, the orc unlaced her corset and pulled her dress up over head and tossed it aside.

“Is that… milk?” tittered a young noblewoman.

Almost all the gathered nobility were gawking at the orc woman’s bare body, their eyes soaking in her fierce, tusked countenance, her cum dripping cunt, her monumental breasts and the small trickles of creamy milk dribbling from her nipples. Tula swept her gaze over the staring crowd, a proud, challenging glint in her eye. A cluster of young squires whispered amongst themselves and then one of their number stumbled forward, pushed by his friends towards the naked greenskin.

“Do it!”

“Fuck her!”

Poorly hushed whispers followed the brown haired youth.

“I-I say, you th-there, or-orc!” announced the squire, his voice tinged with a slight tremble of trepidation. “I’ll-*ahem* I’ll take you for a ride.”

The young noble fumbled with his belt. Behind Tula, two older noblewomen had walked over to Giles, who was picking himself up off the floor. His cock had finally finished dribbling cum, but was still gargantuan in size and swollen with arousal. The women giggled as they reached out to touch the massive organ.

In short order, the room devolved into an orgy.

A couple of hours later, Tula stepped out into the hallway and breathed deeply. The air in the drawing room had taken on the thick, musky scent of sex and sweat and the atmosphere in the hall smelled crisp and clean in comparison. The servant Sammael glanced over at her emergence, and then quickly went back to idly staring into space, waiting to attend to more important guests than the wench.

Across from the drawing room’s door ran a dark wood railing. An observer could look over it down to the floor below. The balcony formed a long rectangle that followed the walls of the large hallway, leaving a two storey empty space in the centre - across the gap was, presumably, another drawing room. A female attendant, dressed in a uniform similar to Sammael’s stood outside a door that mirrored the one Tula had exited.

Bent over the railing just in front of the orc was Victoria - a supremely drunk lord was making vigorous use of her ass. His trousers were bunched around his ankles, an almost empty bottle of wine beside his spread legs. Victoria’s gown was hiked up to her waist, exposing her slender legs and round, pink buttocks, against which the man was humping away in a drunken stupor. The blonde whore looked over her shoulder at Tula, past the noble buggering her, and flashed her a weary smile.

“I am hungry,” stated the orc, returning the woman’s smile with a nod.

“All -uh- right -uh- dear,” replied Victoria, her ample bosom bouncing and jiggling under the nobleman’s thrusts. “I’ll -uh- see -uh- you -uh- later!”

Tula nodded again and turned to head down the hallway, back towards the kitchen area they had entered the castle proper through. She had left her dress in the cabinet back in the drawing room and was clad only in the worn boots Reld had loaned her, but for her belt, with money pouch and dagger attached, that she carried slung over her shoulder like a satchel. Her breasts continued to leak milk, but the orc did not care. Her tits were splattered with an obscene glazing of jizz - more of the slimy stuff oozed from her well used quim and she could feel a vulgar mixture of various aristocrats’ seed trickle from her stretched asshole to smear between her cheeks as she walked.

The cum-drenched, naked orc woman drew stares from the various party guests she passed in the halls on the way to the kitchen. Tula was sure she could have taken any of the gawking men aside and earned a few more coin letting them deposit another load of ejaculate in her mouth, pussy or ass, but she was hungry. It was past lunchtime and the physical exertions of the earlier part of the day had left her feeling famished.

Near the kitchen she was stopped by a maid and directed to a small alcove off the cooking-hall where a trestle table had been set up and laid with a spread of bread, cheese and a large kettle of soup. A few other ‘entertainers’, all partially clothed or naked, like Tula, were seated on the benches at the table or leaning against the walls, satiating their hunger. Most were there with a colleague and the little groups chatted amongst themselves, paying the orc no heed as she took a few hunks of bread and a bowl of soup.

While she ate, Tula noted that most of the denizens of the castle, be they noble, soldier, servant or whore, were human. She had passed a few finely dressed elven aristocrats in the hallways and there were two elves at the table with her now, but she had not seen any other races present. The human kingdoms of Tennebrin and Dirne had managed to retain a semblance of independence under the rule of the Empire of Thae by readily cooperating with the conquering legions and had thus maintained the lineage of their noble houses. The result was a fairly homogeneous population, primarily comprised of humans and the occasional elven family.

The fact that she was unique among the present population was not a disadvantage, however, especially in the current circumstances. Although Victoria, Giles and Jessemyn had been kept fairly busy with party guests looking to sate their carnal lusts, Tula had been in high demand. Many a noble had sought to spend their load inside her orc holes and had only used her human companions to while away the time, waiting for a turn to mount the greenskin. Accordingly, she had made a substantial profit in tips alone, to say nothing of the lump-sum payment given to her simply for her attendance.

Her meal complete, Tula made her way back to the drawing room. No longer suffering the pangs of hunger, when two, older nobles stopped her at the foot of the stairs up to the second floor, she decided to entertain their curiosity.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” said an old lord with a silver beard and hair, leering at the orc’s lush body from a his seat on the wooden bench that sat against the wall across from the stairs.

His associate was standing in front of the seated nobleman. Clean-shaven and bald but no younger than the bearded fellow, the man reached out to cup a heavy green tit with his hand, his thumb flicking over her pierced nipple as he hefted the heavy melon. “Look at this, Terrant! The whore is leaking milk!”

“How remarkable!” exclaimed the seated noble. “An orc whore, and lactating at that! We must have you!”

“That would be acceptable,” said Tula, meeting the men’s hungry stares. “How do you want to take me?”

The bearded noble unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down to his thighs, exposing his cock and low-hanging balls without bothering to stand. He had apparently sampled some form of aphrodisiac, for his shaft sprang up immediately as he lowered his pants. The veiny organ was slick with juices and Tula could smell the pungent odour of pussy wafting from it - the old aristocrat had obviously already indulged in the party’s entertainment.

“Come and have a seat on this and we’ll see where that takes us.”

Meeting the old man’s lewd smile with an impassive stare, Tula shrugged her belt off her shoulder and climbed over the man’s lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, her lactating titties caressing his face. The horny old lord reached up to grasp her weighty titflesh and suckled hungrily on her nipples, teasing her bone piercing with his tongue as he lapped at her flowing milk.

Coming up for air after nursing from her teats, he looked past Tula at his friend. “Damn fine!” announced the bearded man. “Shall we see if a cock in her pussy makes her squeeze more milk out?”

“Perhaps one in her ass at the same time will increase production?”

While the two lecherous lords chuckled at their inane joke, Tula lowered herself onto the cock prodding at her moist cunt-lips until the shiny, engorged head parted her labia and slipped inside. She found the noble’s banter tiresome, but the Goblin Ale still lingered in her blood and her cunny was still hungry for seed. The bearded lord’s suckling upon her swollen nipples only served to increase her ardour and she arched her back once the tip of the man’s dick was lodged in her pussy, mashing her meaty jugs against his face and presenting her cum-drooling asshole to his friend.

The bald gentleman wasted no time in dropping his own pants and lining his own stiff breeding pole up with Tula’s sphincter. The orc whore held herself steady while the man behind her slowly pushed his cock into her ass. A shudder of pleasure rippled through her body. She had climaxed freely as she had been thoroughly used in the drawing room, earlier, but she knew that it would not take long for another double-fucking to set her off again.

It did not take long for the two old lords to reach their climaxes either. With the buxom orc’s muscular curves sandwiched between their heaving bodies, the two men plied the greenskin wench with eager, alternating thrusts. Each time they shunted their swollen meat into her stuffed holes, her pleasure built like a flood rising behind a dam. A few passing partygoers stopped to watch the franticly rutting threesome, their murmurs of approval mingling with the meaty slaps of flesh on flesh and the obscene slurp of Tula’s well-used holes expelling the ejaculate of her previous patrons.

Although their pistoning shafts squeezed out much of the sloppy jism that had earlier been pumped into her pussy and ass, the two old men quickly replenished the reservoir of spunk. The man mounting her butt came first, grunting and groaning as the tight confines of Tula’s asshole sucked the cum from his balls through his pleasure-wracked tool. Spittle dripped from his open mouth to splatter on the orc’s back as he hunched over her and his hips bucked spasmodically.

The exquisite sensation of a fresh, hot dose of creamy sauce filling her bowels opened the floodgates of Tula’s own orgasm and she bucked back against the old man sodomising her buttocks, grunting like an animal. In a chain reaction of bliss, her urgently clenching cunt strangled an explosion of pleasure out of the bearded man beneath her. With a feral grunt, he joined his friend in the task of pumping the sandwiched orc whore full of jism.

“Outstanding!” proclaimed the bearded lord, slumping happily beside Tula after she rolled to one side to sit next to him on the bench.

“Unfortunately, she seems to have leaked all over your doublet, Terrant,” said the bald lord with a laugh as he leaned against the wall across from the bench, breathing heavily after his recent bout of exercise.

Terrant looked down at his doublet. Tula’s lactating titties had left two large damp spots on the fine green garment where her chest had been mashed against his. He chuckled as he fished a few coins from his purse and handed them to the orc.

Tula got to her feet, feeling only a little unsteady, even after the hard ride and hefty cream filling she had received, and was about to head upstairs when one of the bystanders stepped into her path. At the urging of his wife to “try the green whore”, the man’s cock was already out and rock hard. With a shrug, Tula dropped to her knees.

Outside the city walls and a world of riches and luxury away, Reld sat on Fiona’s bed as the dwarf fastened the last spear head to the final shaft at the table. The smith had taken a number of items out of one of her large chests in a quest to find a certain bonding agent to use on the polearms she was fashioning for the fisherman and the orc wench. Amongst the myriad bits and bobs had been a cloth-wrapped bundle that the youth had idly unwrapped.

He grinned as he uncovered the mysterious object. It was a dildo. The lad was familiar with the concept of artificial phalli, although he had never seen one. Most, he understood, were fashioned from smoothly polished wood or stone, but this one was molded from rare and expensive rubber. The sap of a certain tree, native to the region, when distilled and hardened with heat, formed a moldable, springy and water resistant substance. The process was complex, hence the expense, but rubber was a valuable export for the kingdom.

Reld picked up the rather large rubber dong and waggled it in Fiona’s direction, an impish grin on his face. At first the dwarf didn’t notice the impudent youth, focused as she was on the task of completing her friend’s weapons. Eventually, however, the flicker of movement in her peripheral vision caused her to look over at the boy perched on the edge of her bed.

“Har har,” said the dwarf drily, rolling her eyes at the lad. “Don’t you know not to go playin’ with other folk’s tools?”

Grinning like a cat with a mouse, Reld stopped wiggling the hefty latex cock. It was a few inches longer and slightly girthier than his own not-insignificant equipment. “Makes mine look tiny,” he remarked, before noticing a strange protuberance sticking out from the base of the shiney black sex toy. It looked like the end of a key. “What’s this?”

“There,” announced Fiona, placing the javelin she had been working on next to the others she had already completed. “Just gotta let that set for an hour or so.”

The dwarf climbed off the stool she had been standing on and wandered over to where Reld sat examining her toy. “It’s cogwork,” explained the smith. “A hobby of mine.”

“Huh?”

“C’mon,” said Fiona, taking the didlo from her friend. “You know, the stuff that makes the big clock in town work - or those really expensive little birds the nobles buy from that guy in the market.”

“Yeah, but on a rubber cock?” said the boy, unable to stop himself from grinning foolishly as he spoke the words.

“Watch,” said Fiona with a sigh. The dwarf turned the key on the base of the dildo a few times. When she released it, the rubber monstrosity began shaking and vibrating like it was alive. Reld’s eyes opened wide.

“Get it now?” said the dwarf, a sly smile gracing her lips.

Reld nodded. The sight of the quivering phallus in the small woman’s hands caused his cock to stir like a slumbering giant awakening from hibernation. The thought of the rubber snake stuffed in her deliciously tight cunt, stirring it up with it’s mechanical gyrations was tantalizingly naughty. The lad fidgeted as his penis inflated.

“I suppose you want to see it in action,” said the smith, wandering over to the window and peering outside. The sun was sinking low, dragging the day towards evening.

Reld nodded once more.

“Well, tough!” chortled Fiona. “I’m hungry and you said you were cookin’ dinner - I seem to recall you promising me a fish dish I wouldn’t hate?”

“Fine!” groaned Reld, climbing off the bed. “Come on, grab your stuff.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I have to catch the fish first,” explained the lad. “Don’t worry, no boats,” he added. “I know a good fishing spot - just got to get my rod.”

After a brief stop at Reld’s shack to pick up his fishing rod, a pan and a few other ingredients for dinner, the youth led Fiona along the coast of the lake to where a small stream burbled its way into the large body of water. The small cove was sheltered by a ring of rocky outcroppings and tall reeds swayed in the evening breeze. The dwarf seemed quite pleased with the idyllic surroundings and, while a shirtless Reld cast his line out into the bay, she stripped off her clothes and lay back on the flat, smooth rocks of the shore, enjoying the final rays of the tired sun.

The boy glanced back at the happily sunbathing dwarf, trying not to get too distracted by her fine body and the way her leather bra and thong artfully, although only barely, contained her toned curves.

“Nice spot, isn’t it?” he remarked.

“Mmph,” came the blissful grunt of agreement.

After a few casts, the lad landed a sizeable bass. Rolling to one side, Fiona watched the young man skillfully use his knife to prepare the fish before laying it in the pan and placing it over the fire he had prepared for the purpose. The boy’s handiwork with the sharp, long fisherman’s blade demonstrated a dexterity that impressed the dwarf and she understood why Tula had been so satisfied with the youth’s handling of a longer weapon. With his well-formed muscles, the boy’s nimble control of his hands would combine to make him a capable, possibly even great, swordsman.

Delicately seasoned, with a buttery sauce, the meal Reld whipped up was rather delicious. Fiona was forced to admit that perhaps fish wasn’t always terrible. She burped contentedly and lay back, looking up at the sky. Across the slowly dying fire, Reld mirrored her posture and the two lay in peaceful satisfaction for some time before the lad broke the silence.

“Swim?”

Fiona looked over to see Reld getting to his feet. The lean young man unabashedly stripped of his shorts, kicking them over to land next to his discarded shirt. She couldn’t help but bite her lip at the sight - while there was certainly something to be said for the squat, stocky bulk of a forge hardened dwarf man, the lad’s tall, well built form, with its defined musculature, was mouth wateringly appealing. Her gaze lingered on the profile of his pert, toned ass and the silhouette of his dangling, semi-hard phallus for a moment before she sighed and got to her feet.

“Sure,” she agreed, getting to her feet and unfastening her bra and shimmying out of her thong.

The smith was a competent swimmer, but Reld was at home in the water in a manner that she could not match. While she was content to paddle about close to the shore, the lad swam out much deeper, stretching his muscles, before swimming back over to her. He stood up, his shoulders just peeking above the surface while Fiona treaded water before him.

“Nothing like an evening swim,” he said, leaning backwards so his face was just above the water and his feet dragged along the sandy bottom.

“It’s nice enough,” panted Fiona, “but we shorter folk aren’t exactly built for it.”

Dwarves, shorter and stockier than humans, were also denser and required more effort to keep themselves afloat. Although Fiona’s iron hard muscles were well up to the task of carrying her through the water, they also made her that much less bouyant. Reld grinned and stood up once more.

“Here, hang on to me,” he offered.

The stocky smith paddled over to the tall lad and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and Reld leaned back once again, kicking off the lake bottom to propel the two in long, backwards leaps along the bay. The dwarf looked up and grinned at the young man, enjoying the sensation of flying through the water with no effort on her part.

Reld smiled back at his friend. The small woman’s firm, bare breasts were mashed against his pecs, her nipples digging into his skin. The pleasurable contact made his cock slowly swell, but he ignored it, continuing to half swim, half jump backwards around the cove. Fiona could feel the boy’s shaft stiffen and push against her lower abs. With a cheeky nibble of her lower lip, she tightened her grip around Reld’s neck, pulling herself upwards until she could trap the young man’s drifting slab of meat between her thighs, just below her cunt.

At their change in position, Reld ceased his backwards movement, letting the pair float, anchored to the lake bottom by his heels. The smith locked eyes with him. A strand of her blonde hair that had somehow escaped the tight braid she kept her mohawk in hung wetly across her forehead. Her eyes were half closed, eyelids heavy with salacious intent.

Holding onto his neck with one hand, Fiona wrapped her legs around the youth’s hips and reached back to guide his cock into her pussy. With his hands pushing against the water to keep them both afloat, Reld could do nothing but drift idly and enjoy the feeling of the dwarf’s tight sheath welcoming his engorged rod.

Once his swollen breeding tool was properly positioned halfway into her cunt, Fiona moved her arm back up to his neck and, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face, urged the lad to resume carrying her about the bay.

“Alright, noble steed, we may resume our travels,” commanded the giggling dwarf.

Reld laughed and pushed himself backwards once more. As they rocked back through the water, the small woman pressed against his body slid down and his cock nestled further upwards into her velvety depths, only to slide back out once their momentum ceased and he had to kick off the bottom of cove once again. Joined together that way, the two smiled and laughed with one another as they languidly swam and fucked.

Occasionally, when the desire for a little more fervent stimulation became too strong, Reld would stop and stand up, sliding his hands under Fiona’s perky buttocks, and the pair would bounce gently together in the water, the dwarf clinging to the boy’s chest, their friendly copulation creating small, chortling waves. Then, he would resume his back-paddling, letting the dwarf slowly shunt herself up and down his tumescent pole.

After one such stop, Fiona looked at her hands and scrunched her nose at her friend. “I think I’m turnin’ into a raisin.”

“It is getting pretty late,” agreed Reld, looking up at the dark sky. The sun had set without their notice, so involved in their unhurried mating they had been.

Still holding the diminutive smith against his body, his happy organ lodged snugly in her cunny, Reld carried Fiona towards the shore until the water no longer supported her weight and he lowered her to the ground. As the walked up the beach, Fiona gave the lad’s swollen member a few perfunctory tugs.

“Think we can sneak back to my place without havin’ to get dressed?” said the dwarf with a cheeky grin. “I don’t think we’re goin’ to dry off very well in the dark.”

“My place is closer,” offered Reld.

“Ah, but I left my toy at my house,” interjected the smith. “Besides, it’ll be fun to see if we can make it to my place without getting caught,” she added, before taking the lad’s erection in hand and giving it a few strokes, “and without this old thing getting too soft.”

The nude pair ended up stopping at Reld’s shack en route, anyhow, so the lad could drop off his fishing rod and cooking gear. Their brief halt was extended somewhat when Fiona quickly clambered up onto a chair and presented her cunt to the lad. The boy spent a few hurried moments pumping his dick into her offered cock-sheath, preparing it for the next stage of their naked dash.

The streets of the fisherfolk neighbourhood were deserted, but once they entered the more substantially built up area, closer to the city walls and the harbour, they had to be more cautious. Near the general store, Fiona quickly yanked Reld into an alleyway while two guards holding torches ambled down the street on patrol.

The boy’s blood was pumping at their mischievous escapade and the threat of getting caught. He knew there was no real danger should they be apprehended - perhaps a few rumours if they were spotted by an ordinary citizen or a stern reprimand if caught by a guard - but it was thrilling nonetheless. He leaned against the sandstone wall of the general store, breathing hard, the excitement lending his erection significantly increased longevity. Despite his bloated dong showing no symptoms of flagging, as he tried to flatten himself against the side of the alley, he felt Fiona’s hot, moist mouth engulf his tumescent tool. He struggled to stifle a groan.

The small woman pulled her lips off the lad’s straining member and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling merrily in the dark.

“Lemme know when they’ve passed,” she whispered.

Reld was only a little late in informing his friend that the guards had continued on, letting her fellate his throbbing phallus for a few blissful moments longer than was strictly necessary. When Fiona pointed this out with mocking reproachfulness, he grinned back at her impudently.

“Better safe than sorry, right?”

Their next pause was closer to the inn. A number of drunken patrons were loitering near the entrance to the establishment and Reld and Fiona hid themselves behind a stack of crates and barrels at the foot of one of the piers. While the fisherman crouched, grinning madly behind the assemblage of dockyard detritus, the smith climbed upon the nearest wooden box to peer over the stack of barrels at the the bloviating drunks.

The boy looked up at his friend. Perched above him as she was, the tiny lady’s cunt was level with his gaze. It glistened wetly in the moonlight, lips slightly parted, inviting his attention.

“Shhh!” whispered the youth as he stood and positioned himself behind the smith, placing his hands on her pert rump. His engorged glans prodded the damp folds of her pussy.

Fiona looked back over her shoulder at the lad, biting her lip and grinning wickedly. She released a hot sigh of delight as Reld slowly pushed his column of aroused meat into her. Although he had been the one to warn his partner to remain quiet, the fisherman found himself biting back a moan of pleasure as her silken folds welcomed his veiny intrusion.

The dwarf turned back to watch the patrons assembled outside the inn while Reld commenced breeding her pussy with torturously slow strokes of his desperate organ. Careful not to fuck her too deeply, lest the slap of his skin against her buttocks attract unwanted attention, the boy gripped Fiona’s toned asscheeks tightly and strained to maintain a controlled pace against his overwhelming desire to plunder her tight little hole like a rutting dog.

Although they had to wait longer than their pause in the alley, it was did not seem at all long enough for Reld. He had been thoroughly enjoying the slick, cock-hugging confines of Fiona’s cunt and when she turned her head to inform him it was time to move, he almost grunted in annoyance. Still, he complied, knowing there was more fun to come.

The pair darted past the windows of the inn and raced up to Fiona’s door. Once inside, Reld tossed his bundle of clothes aside and joined Fiona in tumbling onto her bed. The two laughed loudly and sucked in air, releasing their excited tension in an explosion of relief.

“Hoo, boyo! That was fun!” chortled Fiona, turning over and rising to her knees. She picked up the black rubber cogwork dildo they had left on the bed and wiggled it in front of Reld. “So, still up for seein’ my baby do its thing?”

Reld sat up, grinning. “Hells yes.”

“Alright, here, you wind this thing up,” instructed Fiona, handing the rubber beast to the lad and climbing off the bed, “I gotta get somethin’.”

In the castle, the party was getting properly rowdy. Guests and whores had spilled out of their rooms, all in various states of undress and inebriation and all but indistinguishable from one another. Tula had increased the weight of her purse significantly during her journey back to the drawing room and Sammael opened the door for her only for the orc to see that the plush chamber was almost empty. Only the two musicians, three noblemen and Victoria remained within.

The blonde woman was on her hands and knees above one of the aristocrats, his cock plugging her cunny. Another nobleman, an older lord, was in place behind her, his hands on her buttocks, his shaft stuffed into her ass. The third man, a young squire by the looks of it, was feeding his organ into the woman’s mouth with obvious relish.

Tula walked over to the orgy. Noticing the newcomer, Victoria removed the dick from her mouth and, while stroking it with one hand, gave the orc a friendly smile. The men plowing her various orifices didn’t seem to mind her momentary distraction, drunk with lust and liquor as they were.

“Hello dear,” said Victoria, her voice strained with effort thanks to the double stuffing she was receiving but cheery all the same.

“Greetings,” nodded Tula. The man plundering Victoria’s asshole turned his head to ogle the orc’s ample buttocks and reached a hand out to grope her sumptuous green cheeks. Tula ignored him. “Where has everyone gone?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest,” replied the blonde woman. Her fringe was matted with sweat and she looked more than a little disheveled, but in a well-serviced kind of way. “Giles and Jess left with a group of nobles and the others sort of filtered out to find further amusements.” The drunk man groping Tula’s buttocks began probing the cum-drooling entrance to her ass and the orc idly shifted position, arching her back slightly to grant him easier access as she listened to Victoria. “Say, you wouldn’t mind finding them and keeping an eye on them? I know Jess can be a little too enthusiastic when it comes to sampling some of the more exotic products they provide at these parties.”

“I shall seek them out,” nodded the orc.

“Thank you so much dear,” said Victoria, giving Tula a warm smile. “These three may be some time - I’m afraid they’ve taken a heavy dose of slowleaf, so it’s going to take them positively ages to cum.” The sandwiched blonde flashed a wan (and slightly exasperated) smile back at the man enjoying her butthole and rolled her eyes skyward.

“It is no problem,” replied Tula, turning on her heel and heading back to the door. The man’s finger slid from her asshole with a wet slurp and she heard a muffled *mmph* from Victoria as the blonde whore returned to the task of trying to suck the jism from her young customer’s balls.

Outside on the balcony once more, Tula looked over at Sammael. The servant returned her glance, brow raised in query. “Can I help you?”

“I am looking for the young man and woman I arrived with,” explained the orc. “Did you see where they went?”

With a nod, Sammael pointed down the hallway, the other direction from the kitchens. “Indeed. They left with Lord Tomas and Lady Emily, towards the Lady’s personal apartments.”

Tula followed the young man’s directions, weaving through the orgiastic party-goers until she reached the end of the hallway. There, a pair of thick oak doors stood open, the entrance guarded by a pair of guards, one of whom, an elven woman, bore the chevrons of a sergeant upon the shoulder of her tabard. There was a large chest beside the wall at the sergeant’s feet. A group of semi-clad guests walked up to the door, presenting their invitations to the guard before walking into the large chamber beyond, laughing gaily.

“Ah, looking to join the more salubrious festivities?” said a voice.

Tula turned to find the lord Terrant standing behind her.

“What is this?” asked the orc.

“Lady Emily sometimes hosts a… party-within-a-party… where more ‘deviant’, shall we say, pleasures are fulfilled,” said the old lord. “Not always my bag, but they can be amusing, sometimes.”

“I seek two of my colleagues,” explained Tula. “I believe they are in there.”

“Well, if you want in, you’ll have to agree to the terms,” said the nobleman. “Unless you’ve got an invitation, you are the entertainment, and Lady Emily requires the entertainment be collared.”

“Collared?”

“Yes, well, she’s a strange woman,” shrugged the older aristocrat. “Likes games of dominance and submission, that kind of thing. Those who agree to the terms are paid well, but must submit to the whims of the guests. Any whims, that is, barring actual physical harm.”

“Very well,” said Tula, stepping towards the doorway. The old lord laughed and followed her up to the soldiers.

The elven sergeant explained, once more, the rules of the exclusive affair occurring through the double doors and, upon Tula’s acceptance, asked the orc to hand over her belt with her dagger and money pouch attached. After telling the greenskin whore that she would get her belongings back, and a substantial amount of coin, upon returning her collar, the elf wrote Tula’s name on a tag of paper and tied it to the orc’s belt and placed the labelled gear inside the chest. Then, the sergeant fastened a leather collar around Tula’s neck and locked it shut with a small padlock.

So attired, the orc stepped through the doors. Behind her, she heard Terrant greet the guard and present his invite. She also heard the old man ask for a leash.

Tula stood in a short hallway with a door on either side. Beyond the hallway was a large chamber, the ceiling rising two storeys tall. Against the far wall, a grand staircase led up to a balcony that overlooked the huge room. Beneath the overhanging balcony was a study of sorts, containing a desk, numerous bookshelves and a few comfortable chairs. The main chamber itself was furnished with finely carved tables, luxurious chairs, couches and loveseats but the centre of the room had been left clear of any furniture. A huge westwards facing came glass window let the evening light shine into the opulent apartment.

The chamber was packed with all manner of debaucherous activity. The air was hazy with drug smoke and the pungent scent of sex - there were, of course, countless blatant displays of vulgar copulation. Near the study, beside the steps up to the second floor balcony, a row of pillories and x-frames stood, some occupied by naked, collared ‘entertainers’. More collared subjects were being lead around the gathering by other guests like pets, connected to their ‘masters’ by leashes.

As she gazed upon the scene of salacious indulgence, Tula felt a hand fall upon her shoulder. She turned and there was a *click*. Terrant grinned lecherously at the orc, tugging gently on the leash now fastened to her collar.

“Down girl,” directed the nobleman.

The orc raised an eyebrow archly and was about to speak, but the old lord interrupted her - “Tsk tsk, good pets don’t talk back, unless you want me to let the guard know. Then they’ll kick you out and it’ll be no money and no fun.”

Tula growled, but sank down to her hands and knees all the same. She could play this game, if that was what was required. And it was; the purse promised upon the completion of the nobles’ degrading sexual play was big enough to provide her with a what equipment she and Reld would need to begin their new life. Her nature, though, meant she would not be a complete pushover. Terrant beamed at her and patted her on the head and Tula grunted in annoyance.

“Who’s an angry little doggy?” he announced, running his fingers through the hair behind her ears. “Hmmm… We may have to do something about that.”

With Tula trailing behind him on all fours, the nobleman led the way through the crowd. The party guests she passed would occasionally stoop to pet her head and commend Lord Terrant on the fine beast he was leading. The old, bearded aristocrat tugged Tula over to the chairs and low tables that lined the wall opposite the massive window. On the nearest table sat a hookah, beside which were arranged a few small wooden boxes, all lacquered and painted artfully.

Terrant ordered Tula to ‘sit’ beside the table and opened one of the boxes, upon which was a label proclaiming it to be ‘Canis Perdomus’. The man took a healthy pinch of the silvery substance and deposited it in the bowl of the large water pipe. He then offered one of the hoses to Tula.

Knowing it was either inhale or leave the party, Tula put the hose in her mouth and breathed in.

The smoke tasted sweet but, unlike the Goblin Ale, the orc felt no effect - there was no cloudy sensation in her head, no tingling in her body. There wasn’t even the mild sensation of inebriation. Tula felt perfectly fine and wondered what the drug was supposed to do, or if it even worked on orcs. She did notice, however, the Terrant refrained from sampling it himself, instead knocking out the ash into a tray provided for the purpose and refilling the bowl from a different box.

The old man took a few, powerful tugs on the hose after he had restocked the pipe and leaned back in the chair he was seated at, holding his breath momentarily. Tula watched the lord blow a billowing smoke ring, a beatific smile on his face. Clearly, the substance he had inhaled was of a very different character than the ineffective intoxicant he had given to her. Terrant seemed blissfully satisfied by drug he had chosen. She wondered if her master needed his cock sucked.

There was little time to ponder on her lord’s needs, however. Terrant soon got back to his feet and led Tula around the room, talking with the seated nobles briefly as he passed them. The man seemed to know everyone worth knowing and had a few words to share with each of them. Tula gave only enough attention to his interactions to make sure he needed nothing of his pet; otherwise she kept her eyes open for Jess and Giles in the crowd.

Near the study beneath the balcony, Tula finally found the siblings. The lad was collared and on a leash, as she was. Lady Emily held the end of his lead in her hands. She was kneeling beside the boy in the gloom of the secluded area. Beside her stood her brother Tomas, also holding a leash. His was attached to a collar around Jess’ neck.

“So, you gave them the message?” said Emily, holding Giles’ chin and looking seriously into his eyes.

The lad nodded vigorously. He was seated on the floor in a strange manner, as if he was trying to mimic a dog’s style of sitting. Tule realised he was under some sort of alchemical influence clearly more effective than that which her master had given her.

“And they said they would do it?”

Again, Giles nodded eagerly.

As she listened intently, Tula was vaguely aware that her master had stopped to converse with another noble. The elegantly dressed woman had a handsome, lean elf on a leash and the collared male was sniffing at Tula’s genitals in a matter utterly incongruent with his refined, handsome features. Further ruining the dignified air elves generally carried about them, the handsome elf seemed to have a buttplug in his ass from which protruded a long, furry tail. A wire in the centre of the accessory had permitted his owner to bend the tail in an upwards curve, lending the impression of eager excitement to the furry ornament as it bobbed and quivered with her pet’s snuffling at the orc’s crotch. Tula didn’t mind. If her master wanted her to make the other pet back off, she would, but otherwise she was content to let the male sample her scent.

“Looks like Rufio here wants to be friends with your pet,” smiled the woman.

“I do like your one’s tail - that’s a fantastic addition,” laughed Terrant.

“Oh, I’m glad you like it,” said the noblewoman. She produced another from her handbag and uncoiled it before offering it to Tula’s master. “I have another, if you want one for your bitch.”

“Don’t mind if I do!” grinned Terrant. “But, perhaps I could get yours to open up mine a little before we go putting this in her.”

“Of course,” agreed the lady. She lowered herself enough to pat Tula’s buttocks. “Go on boy, up up!”

Tula looked back at her master, who smiled benevolently at her and nodded. Like the good pet she was, the orc leaned forward and stuck out her ass. The elf moved forward to mount her, his tail wagging happily. Seemingly unable to use his hands for anything but locomotion, the male clambered over Tula’s back, his mushroom-beer-enhanced cock prodding incoherently at the orc’s nethers.

“Oh, I daresay the poor boy is useless when it comes to this,” sighed the noblewoman as her pet whined and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to seat his bloated tool inside the presenting bitch.

Terrant’s orc pet huffed in disappointment as well. The elf stud’s hefty breeding pole was oozing a heavy stream of pre-cum and his frantic movements were smearing the sloppy fluid all over her cunt and asshole as he tried to mount her. Her pussy clenched with a fevered desire to be filled - not just for its own sake, but because she knew it would please her master to see her properly bred.

With a throaty chuckle, the noble lady kneeled beside her hapless pet and gripped his bobbing, swollen cock. Tula grunted in surprise as she felt the woman line the pre-dripping glans up with her asshole. She looked back, worried, at her master, but Terrant smiled soothingly once more and his pet’s anxieties were immediately calmed, just in time for the elf’s rampant erection to push into her ass (with the help of his mistress’ guiding hand, of course).

The elf’s tumescent schlong steadily pumped out slimy pre-cum - the veiny, hot skin of his massive organ was covered in the stuff - making its entry into Tula’s anus smooth and only mildly uncomfortable, thanks to its girth. As her butt stretched to accommodate the elf’s eager shaft, Tula panted and grunted with effort and pleasure. She looked back at Terrant, basking in his approving expression.

“Here,” said Lady Emily, handing Giles’ leash to her brother. “I’ve got all I need out of him - you can have your fun with the two of them now.”

“Thanks sis,” said Tomas, smiling as he took the leather strap. With an assertive tug, he led Giles and Jess out of the study. The two pets scrambled after him happily. Passing Terrant and his pet as he exited the study, the duke’s son glanced down at the greenskin and the elf mounting her.

“Oh look, isn’t that your friend... Tula, wasn’t it?” said Tomas. Giles nodded eagerly, while Jess crawled around where the elf’s rampant erection was stuffed into Tula’s asshole and stuck her head between the elven pet’s legs, beneath his wagging tail. The blonde pet sniffed hungrily at the orc’s and elf’s joined nethers.

“Tula, eh?” said Terrant, chuckling. “Good to know - she never told me her name.”

Tula didn’t care what the masters were talking about. The pet mounting her was reaming her ass with desperate fervour now, his hips flexing and bucking quickly as he stared absently ahead, lost in the task of rutting the bitch below him. Each fevered thrust of his hips sent a tremor of pleasure through her body and she idly looked to the side at Giles as she was assfucked, wondering if his master would let him mount her next.

Giles was not happy. He watched Tula rock under the thrusts of elven pet, a low fire burning behind his eyes. This was not right. He wanted to mount that bitch. She was a part of his pack. He instinctively felt that the greenskin was somehow above him in the pack hierarchy, but that did not mean some strange pet should be permitted to mate with her. He growled and pulled on his leash suddenly, starting towards the elf that was humping Tula.

“Woah there, boy!” laughed Tomas, tugging on Giles’ leash and pulling him back from the rutting pair. “Looks like the boy is getting all riled up - maybe your bitch is in heat!”

Terrant and the noblewoman laughed along with the young lord. “You’ve got another fine bitch there - let him mount her,” said the aristocratic woman. “That should calm him down some.”

“You know, I should!” agreed Tomas. “They’re brother and sister, though, would you believe? Think they’ll actually go for it?”

“Really!” gasped Terrant. “Well, the perdomus does make the user more susceptible to commands, but if they don’t want to do something, you really can’t force them.”

“It’s true,” nodded the noblewoman. “That’s why I love it so much - it brings out the animal, base side of people, but wraps it in a nice, tame package. A shame it’s so expensive.”

Grinning at his aristocratic colleagues, Tomas dragged Giles and Jess a few feet away from the fornicating elf and orc. Jess looked happily up at her master, but Giles still tugged on his leash, pulling towards Tula and the elf sodomising her - until Tomas yanked his head around to look at his sister’s exposed cunt. The duke’s son smiled, looking Giles in the eye, and patted Jessemyn’s rump. With a grunt, Giles scrambled over to his sister. He wanted to stop the strange pet from mounting Tula, but here was his master saying it was time to mate another. He could smell Jess’ arousal. Cock pulsing with need, he positioned himself over his sister’s back.