The Exile's Path, Chapter 05

The Exile's Path, Chapter 05 - The Key to a New Life

“Oh, shit, that’s good!”

Tula groggily opened her eyes. Her neck ached, as did her legs and arms. It took her a moment to fight through the wooly-headed sensation stifling her thoughts to figure out why - she was currently locked into one of the pillories furnishing Lady Emily’s apartments. It was not her awkward position that woke her from her drug induced fog, however. Instead, it was the blissful exultations of the guard behind her and the warm surge of his seed pulsing into her cunny that dragged her out of the realm of sleep.

“Gods, come and have a taste of this cunt!” grunted the guard, pulling his spent member from the orc whore’s distended quim. Tula could feel the human soldier’s creamy deposit ooze from her thoroughly-used orifice.

“Fuck that,” said another laughing voice. “I think I’m going to sample that orc ass.”

The pillory prevented Tula from turning to see her assailants, but she could feel the bloated glans of the next guardsman push against her sphincter. Well used to girthy intruders, the orc’s anus opened readily and welcomed the soldier’s offering. Even so, Tula was glad the previous night’s patrons had left a healthy deposit of slimy ejaculate in her butt - the sloppy fluid acted as an ideal lubricant for her anal guest and the muscled greenskin couldn’t help her cunt from clenching in jealousy as her asshole spread around the guard’s cumhose. The soldier grunted in pleasure, his hands grasping Tula’s buttocks firmly while his dong slid home. Tula enjoyed a good assfucking as much as anyone could, but the fog of her hangover left her feeling somewhat disconnected from the experience and she idly examined her surroundings while her anus was used.

The position of the bondage furniture she was fastened to left her unable to look anywhere but into the small workspace beneath the stairs leading up to the Lady Emily’s bed and Tula’s eyes scanned the various shelves and tables as her restrained body rocked under the soldier’s eager thrusts. Various books of indecipherable purpose, some open, their pages filled with unidentifiable text, were the most numerous denizens of the noble’s study, but the shelves held other strange objects too - crystals of myriad colours, phials and bottles filled with curious liquids, a collection of small, ironbound chests and a gleaming silver box, roughly the size of a person’s head. The sides of the box were covered with an intricate filigree of fine silver-work, in the centre of which was a strange symbol which Tula thought looked like a Dwarven rune.

The greenskin couldn’t read dwarven runes, of course, but had seen them a number of times during her previous life as a clan chief when traders came to the village. Something about the runed box captured the orc’s attention and, only slightly inconvenienced by the vigorous assfucking she was receiving, Tula found her gaze locked to the silver cube. Only when a stern female voice rang out across the room was she able to tear her eyes from it.

“All right you useless shits, wrap it up and get back to work! It’s time for the whores to go!”

At the barked command, Tula heard the guard plundering her asshole grumble plaintively and felt his pace increase, his hands mauling her jiggling buttcheeks with doubled fervour. A moment later, the orc whore felt the bloated sausage in her rectum throb and strain and jets of scalding jism began to fill her bowels. As she grunted and gasped at the creamy filling, a shadow fell over her and she heard the pillory’s locks being unfastened.

“I said wrap it up, Josef!” growled the female sergeant from beside the rutting pair.

“Yes sarge! All done here!” replied the guard. Tula felt a sudden emptiness and a cool rush of air in her gaping sphincter as the soldier quickly pulled his phallus from her ass.

“Here,” said the guardswoman dismissively, dropping a jingling purse in front of Tula’s unlocked pillory. “If you had any other gear, you can get it from the guard beside the chest at the door.”

Tula stood, her stiff joints protesting at the movement, and nodded at the sergeant, but the liveried woman was already turning away to deal with the apartment’s other occupants. She had her work cut out for her; Tula noticed a number of guards availing themselves of the party’s hired entertainment - here, a guardsman was languidly thrusting his cock into a whore’s offered mouth, there, a guardswoman was making use of a lothario’s hefty tool, the swollen organ still bloated by the lingering effects of the night’s imbibed alchemical brews.

Searching amongst the many naked and half-clad figures, Tula finally found what she was looking for - tucked into a corner, Jessemyn and Giles were fast asleep, the boy spooning his sister, their bare skin pressed together. The siblings had apparently passed out promptly post-coitus, for the lad’s dick was still lodged within his sister’s quim. Judging by the copious quantity of sloppy discharge smeared over the pair’s conjoined genital regions, they had spent themselves with vigour until exhaustion had claimed them.

The orc kneeled beside her colleagues, a hand on each of their shoulders, and shook them gently. It did not get the response she intended.

“Mmmph,” murmured Giles. “Jus’ a lil’ longer.”

To the greenskin’s surprise, the boy, his eyes still closed, began rocking back and forth, pressing his pelvis against his sister’s butt and shunting his cock in and out of her cunt with short, shallow thrusts.

“Jessemyn! Giles!” hissed Tula, her voice low but commanding.

“Hmmm?” sighed Jessemyn, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to open them.

“You two! Up!” barked the sergeant, approaching the fornicating pair from behind Tula and dropping two more purses beside them. “Here’s your money. Now get the fuck out.”

The brash interruption proved to be enough to pull the siblings from their reverie. Both opened their eyes with a start and blearily glanced about. It seemed to take an unusually long time for the couple to realise they were joined at the crotch.

Jess scooted away from her brother, startled, his tumescent shaft sliding from her cunny with a wet slurp. A flood of viscous semen chased the retreating organ. “Oh, shit!” groaned Jessemyn. “What have we done?!”

“Gods! Jess!” cried Giles, clambering to his feet, his engorged phallus bobbing ridiculously in front of him.

Tula helped Jessemyn to her feet. “Tula…” the blonde girl’s voice was heavy with dread. “I… Giles…”

Grabbing their coin pouches, Tula began ushering the pair towards the door. “Calm down, both of you,” soothed the orc. “It does not matter.”

“But… if mother finds out…” whined Giles.

“You are taking contraceptive potions,” said Tula to the blonde whore. “As I said, what happened does not matter. You should not worry.”

“And mother?” whispered Giles. “You… you won’t tell, will you?”

“I shall not say a word.”

The guard at the door returned the trio’s possessions with an uninterested grunt, leaving the small group to seek out Victoria. The castle staff bustled past them as they proceeded towards the drawing room wherein they had begun the preceding night’s festivities. Aside from the servants and the guards, there didn’t seem to be any other people in the castle. After walking in strained silence for some time, the quiet was finally broken by Giles.

“You’re, uh, not acting like how I thought you would,” mumbled the lad.

Tula looked at the naked youth, an eyebrow raised. “What do you mean?”

“Um… Most people… If they found me and Jess like that… Being family and all…” The boy’s words trailed off into embarrassed silence.

“Ha,” snorted Tula. “It is different among my kin. I mated with my brothers many times. My father too. We do not have the same customs as you humans. If I had an urge to sate, what cock I made use of mattered not.”

“Still… we’re not orcs,” interjected Jessemyn.

“Did it feel good?” asked Tula, halting the group.

Jessemyn looked taken aback at the orc’s frank question. “Uh, I guess so?” she replied. “It feels like I can only remember it through a haze.”

“And you,” continued the orc, looking down at Giles. The lad’s cock was rigid with lust. “It appears you enjoyed it.”

“Um, yeah, Jess is kind of pretty, I guess,” mumbled Giles.

“And she won’t get pregn-”

The orc’s words were cut off by Jessemyn’s outrage. “‘Kind of pretty’?! You ‘guess’?!”

The blonde wench folded her arms angrily, the action inadvertently causing her to present her ample bosom to her brother like a merchant’s shelf displaying its wares. “My memory of last night may be a little hazy,” continued the girl, “but I don’t recall any complaints coming from you!”

“Fine,” huffed Giles, “I think you’re really pretty.” The boy completed his petulant concession by sticking his tongue out at his sister. “And you sure didn’t seem to mind bouncing on this!” he added, wiggling his hips and causing his rampant erection to shake back and forth.

“We have dallied overlong,” announced Tula, interrupting the bickering siblings. “We should find your mother.”

They found Victoria in the drawing room, getting redressed beside the cabinet within which they had stowed their clothes. The older woman looked a little tired, but greeted the returning group with a warm smile.

“Hello dears,” beamed the blonde woman. “Had a good night?”

Tula smiled in response and presented the heavy pouches that contained their payment while Victoria walked over to give first Jessemyn and then Giles a hug. While Jessemyn began to dress, Victoria stepped back from her son and cast a pointed glance at his hefty erection.

“Didn’t get enough last night?”

“Uh, I think it’s the Tark-Whey - it takes a bit to get it all out of the system,” explained the boy, looking somewhat shamefaced.

“Oh dear,” sighed Victoria, calmly reaching down and taking hold of her boy’s swollen organ. “It’s not too uncomfortable, I hope?” she asked, giving the obscene rod a few casual tugs and milking a heavy bead of pre-cum from her son’s cumslit.

“Uh, a little,” murmured Giles, his eyes half closed in pleasure.

“Well, why don’t you rub one out quickly while we finish getting dressed, then? Maybe it will go down some.”

“Can’t you help? It’s always faster when you do it,” said Giles, replacing his mother’s hand with his own once she had removed her fingers.

“Sorry darling,” replied Victoria. “I have to finish getting my hair up.”

“Here, I shall assist you,” offered Tula, sauntering over to the masturbating youth.

Without ceremony, the orc kneeled before Giles, her back straight, and pushed her monumental titties together to form an inviting crevice for the boy’s engorged cock. “Go on,” the greenskin offered, “fuck my tits.”

Giles needed no further encouragement. With a sigh of relief, he pushed his column of aroused flesh into the tight, warm valley that was Tula’s cleavage. The thick, smooth, green skin of Tula’s mammoth mammaries slid delectably down the veiny, hot skin of his shaft, the divine sensation causing his needy tool to expel a vulgar glob of pre-cum.

“That’s very kind of you, Tula,” said Victoria from where she was using the mirror attached to the inside of the cupboard’s door to fix her hair. “You be sure to say thank you, Giles.”

“Yes -uh- mother -uh-” grunted Giles, thrusting happily into Tula’s offered cleavage.

Standing beside her mother, putting on her underwear, Jessemyn watched her brother as he fucked Tula’s tits. “Hey, mum,” she began, “how come it’s okay for you to masturbate Giles?”

“Oh, darling, it’s just a professional courtesy,” explained the blonde innkeep-cum-prostitute. “I know some folk might frown upon it, so we don’t do it with an audience, but sometimes he needs a little help to get him ready to go for a customer or, like now, he might need a little assistance getting the alchemy out of his system.”

“So… um… is it okay if I help sometimes too?”

“Of course, honey,” replied Victoria, looking surprised. In the background, the *paf paf paf* of Giles’ pelvis slapping against Tula’s boobs sounded out softly. “I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“I’m not!” blurted Jess. “I mean, I just thought I could use some practice giving handjobs.”

Tula half listened to the two blonde women conversing while Giles hungrily humped away at her tits. With her palms pressed into the ample flesh of her breasts, the orc idly teased her nipples between the knuckles of her fingers and watched as the young man’s distended, angry red glans peaked between the valley of her cleavage at the apex of every lusty thrust. The mushroom-like cockhead liberally spewed pre-cum as it slid in and out between the orc’s bosom, leaving a vulgar, glistening mess on her succulent globes. Tula grinned and looked up at the passion-driven youth. There was something delicious about the control she could exert through the act of providing pleasure with her body.

For his part, Giles was in ecstasy. The buxom orc’s heavy breasts formed a sumptuous seal around his schlong, entombing the urgently erect organ in a tight, warm, cushiony embrace, slick with his flowing pre. The youth’s hands were clamped to the greenskin’s muscled shoulders, holding her steady as he titfucked her, but, despite their positions, it was Tula who was in command. The lad’s mouth hung half open, his eyes half closed.

“Do it, boy,” directed Tula. “Cum for me.” The orc felt a wetness between her fingers; she was lactating again. “Cum all over my tits, boy.”

Breathing heavily as if he was in pain, Giles’ shoulders hunched and his rhythmic thrusts grew disjointed and spasmodic. With his lips twisted into a snarl of effort, the boy pumped his cock between Tula’s tits desperately until, finally, with one last heave, a tidal wave of pleasure coursed through him and his balls heaved mightily. Tula’s grin turned into a toothy, victorious smile as she felt the throbbing, sticky bursts of jizz pump out of the cum-hose sandwiched between her titties. She felt the lad’s shudders of pleasure and watched as his impressive deposit seeped out of the valley created by her mashed-together boobs.

As he ejaculated into the orc’s exquisite cleavage, Giles felt a hand snake over his shoulders and come to rest on his chest. He looked to his left, still quivering with pleasure, to see Jess peering down at his spurting cum.

“All done? Come on guys, we should be going.” The young blonde had a handkerchief in her other hand. “Get changed, Giles. I’ll help Tula get cleaned up - you made a real mess of her boobs.”

From behind him, he heard his mother agree. “Yes, time to go Giles. Don’t forget to thank Tula.”

Tula parted company with Jessemyn, Victoria and Giles at the entrance to the inn. It had been a long night, and she could feel the exhaustion creeping up her spine. She had agreed to meet Fiona and Reld at the dwarf’s house, but now was regretting the decision as the thought of a bed and sleep took precedence over seeing her friends. Nevertheless, she made her way around the corner of the inn towards the smith’s abode.

The orc found both Reld and Fiona awake and in the midst of putting together breakfast. The dwarf was at the table, inside, cutting thick slices off a loaf of crusty bread. Reld was at the dwarf’s covered, outdoor kitchen - Tula could hear him humming a local popular shanty. The smell of bacon, accompanied by the tempting sizzle and snap of a hot skillet wafted in from the open back door. Both the lad and the dwarf were unselfconsciously nude, apparently having spent the night indulging their own carnal proclivities.

“Good timin’, girlie,” said the smith upon Tula’s entrance. “Just in time for a bit o’ breakfast. Have a seat.”

“Good morning, Fiona,” replied the orc with an amiable, if tired, nod. She called out another greeting to Reld’s shouted ‘hello’ as she slid into one of the robust wooden chairs around the table.

“Have a good night?” queried the dwarf while sliding a thick slab of bread over to her friend, along with a wooden tray containing a pat of butter and a small pot of honey.

“It was certainly profitable,” said Tula, spreading butter over the bread and slathering honey upon it. “The nobles have some appetite.”

“Could say the same for the boyo,” smirked Fiona, absently rubbing her left buttcheek. “Startin’ to think you’re not taking care of his needs - he must’ve spent most of the night in my ass.”

“What did I do?” said Reld, wandering into the house with a pan of bacon and eggs held before him.

“Ye buggered me silly,” quipped the smith, tossing some wooden plates and tin cutlery on the table. “My ass is goin’ to be sore for a week.”

Reld flashed the two women a rueful grin as he took a seat. “I try my best.”

The three set into the morning meal with some gusto, their hunger fueled by the night’s vigorous physical activities. While they ate, Fiona and Reld quizzed Tula on the events of the party and the greenskin filled them in, sparing no detail. The former chief trusted both her friends, the closest she had in her new life, and knew that they were not the type to judge nor gossip, even when she described the debaucherous activities that took place in the Lady Emily’s apartments.

“Jess and Giles?!” remarked Reld with surprise as he stood to clear the table.

Tula nodded and continued her story, but now had to compete with the boy’s excited focus on the taboo behaviour of the innkeepers’ children. Fiona, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the salacious story and, instead, questioned the orc about the strange silver box she had noticed earlier that morning. Eventually, the smith retrieved a stick of charcoal and had Tula scratch out a rough drawing of the box and the symbol it bore upon the table.

A little bored by the two women’s discussion about the silver trinket, Reld returned to his seat and leaned back, idly tugging on his half-hard cock while running his gaze over his companions’ toned curves. A month ago, just the thought that he would be sitting naked, casually stroking his shaft in plain view of two people, let alone two gorgeous women, would have caused him to self-combust from pure embarrassment. Now, however, it seemed perfectly normal. Living with Tula and her casual, accepting attitude towards lust and sex had all but erased the more puritan aspects of his character and the dwarf Fiona was almost as uninhibited as the orc - it seemed that life in the close quarters of a subterranean dwarven hold was one were the rules concerning privacy were rather lax.

“Looks like the lad needs a drainin’ already,” grinned Fiona, finally tearing herself away from the subject of the silver box and glancing over at Reld’s turgid boner. “And it looks like you need some sleep,” she added, looking back at Tula. “Why don’t you crash in my bed and catch forty winks while I take this young python out back and give it a good milkin’. Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quiet.”

Tula grinned wearily at her friends. “Do not bother taking it outside. I feel like I could sleep through a hurricane,” she said, shrugging off her dress after pushing her chair back and getting to her feet. “Thank you for the use of your bed,” she continued, staggering towards the inviting blankets. “I would be most grateful if you could wake me just after midday - I think, with the money I made last night, that Reld and I should see about heading into town and purchasing some armour this afternoon.”

The orc’s comment about buying armour managed to distract Reld from his state of arousal. “Wait, what? We have enough for armour?”

“Oh shush, boyo,” tutted Fiona. Tula had already collapsed upon the dwarf’s bed and the dwarf could see that her green skinned friend needed the rest desperately. “Let the girl rest.”

“Bu-”

“Gods, lad, will you shut up if I give that damned sausage a nibble?”

Tula smiled to herself as she closed her eyes and fell asleep to the lascivious slurping sounds of Fiona heartily sucking on Reld’s swollen tool.

That afternoon, once Tula had awakened, the three made their way into the city proper. Fiona used her merchant pass to get the group past the city gate and she and Tula ambled along the bustling city streets, chatting and munching on hot pork buns they had bought from a food cart. Reld walked beside the two women, his own lunch forgotten thanks to the excitement of their objective. The blonde smith led her friends first to a reputable tanner, whereupon the orc and human purchased a padded gambeson and a tough leather jerkin each. Afterwards, they visited an armourer (a broad chested, balding older man who seemed very chummy with the dwarven smith) and walked out with two steel kettle helmets - comprising of a skull cap with a broad sloped brim, a design popular in the southern kingdoms not just because of the head and neck protection it offered, but also because the brim offered some, albeit scant, protection from the sun.

Because the gear they were purchasing was simple, standard equipment for rank and file soldiers and mercenaries, there was no need to wait for the armour to be crafted - both the tanner and armourer had a sizeable stock with varied sizes available. The only moment of worry came in the tanner’s shop when the craftsman had to delve deep into his inventory to find a leather jack that could contain Tula’s hefty bust.

Their final stop was at a carpentry shop, where Tula and Reld picked through a veritable smorgasbord of wooden shields, finally settling on two leather covered heater shields.  Despite the rudimentary, simple level of equipment they were purchasing, between Tula’s experience and Fiona’s knowledge of smithing the pair came away with well-made, sturdy gear. With a sack containing his armour slung over his back and a shield hanging from a guige over his shoulder, Reld felt a steady flutter of excitement in his stomach. Even the ordinarily stoic Tula was sporting a fierce grin as she handled their new tools of war.

“So, I guess you’re a real adventurer now,” said Fiona to Reld. The lad had paused before a shop window to examine his new accoutrements in the reflection.

“I know,” he replied. “I can hardly believe it!” The lad turned to look at his friends, a ridiculous grin plastered on his face. “So, what do we do now?” he asked.

“I… I am not sure,” responded Tula as the party began heading back towards the city gates. “I suppose we shall have to seek out work - perhaps as caravan guards. I am sure there will be opportunities for further employment if we can find a caravan heading west.”

“Where do we go to find that kind of work?”

“The inn,” said the orc. “Merchants looking to take on guards would seek them there. First, however, we should gather what supplies we may need for life on the road. And you should make sure your home is in order, lad. You may not be back for some time.”

The orc’s words had a sobering effect on the boy’s buoyant attitude. It had not dawned on him, during the day’s excitement, that he had just entered a line of work in which death was an occupational hazard. The remainder of the trio’s journey to the inn, where they would part ways, consequently passed in pensive silence.

“I’ll miss you,” said Reld, looking his dwarven friend in the eyes once they had halted in front of the inn. The sandstone wall they stood before was stained orange by the light of the sinking sun.

“Ha, boyo, you’re not gone yet,” replied the smith with a friendly grin. “Besides, I think I may have a job for two layabout mercs. Why don’t you two come back ‘round my place tomorrow morning, once you’ve got yourselves sorted, and we’ll talk about it.”

Tula looked quizzically at the small woman, but the dwarf simply winked at her amazonian chum. “Don’t fret about it for now,” grinned the smith. “I might find some tougher sellswords before then, anyhow.”

“Hmph!” snorted Reld with mock indignity. “Unlikely.”

“Psh! Go on, get!” laughed Fiona. “I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

So it was Reld returned to his small shack, walking beside his orc friend with nervous excitement in his every step.

Tula could sense the lad’s anxious energy and watched silently as he bustled about his house, assembling what meagre valuables he had and what necessities the pair would need on the road. It wasn’t surprising to find that everything he had and everything they would need fit easily within two sturdy sacks. A pot, a wooden bowl each, cooking and eating implements, a knife, a whetstone, flint and steel, spare clothes, some rags for cleaning and sundry and a few blankets - the assembled equipment seemed like it could never be enough for a person to start a whole new life, but, somehow, it would have to be.

He wondered aloud about what to do with his nets, boat and the shack itself, but eventually decided there was no point in trying to get rid of them - besides, maybe the life of an adventurer would not work out… The lad found himself nervously pacing before his bed as he turned his hopes and worries over in his head.

“That is enough!” growled Tula.

Reld ceased pacing, startled, to look at the older woman.

“You are like a warg pup, learning to hunt for the first time - all excitement and worry and ending up scaring away the game.”

“But-”

Before the lad could finish his sentence, the greenskin strode up to him. With one hand on his chest, she pushed him back against the flimsy wooden table that had been his kitchen and dining area for his entire life. Stumbling to catch himself on the piece of furniture, Reld couldn’t react as Tula abruptly yanked down his shorts.

“Uh…”

The youth burbled incoherently as the muscled orc cooly dropped to her knees and roughly seized his cock. She gave the flaccid organ a few perfunctory, coarse tugs until it began to pulse and throb to life and then calmly took it into her mouth. Above her, Reld groaned as he felt the orc suck his shaft into the warm wetness of her mouth. He could feel his dick stiffen at the sensuous contact, swelling with pleasure until it was ensconced snugly between her smooth tusks and plump lips.

As the lad’s cum-hose inflated, Tula pushed her head forward, feeding it deeper into her mouth and skillfully easing the tip into her throat. Once his mushroom-like tip was halfway down her gullet and his column of flesh was fully engorged, she pulled back, sliding the slab of meat, now slick with the thick spit of her throat, back over her lips until only his glans remained, lying on her tongue.

The bloated organ oozed slimy, musky flavoured pre-cum onto the rougher, hot, wet surface of her tongue. The potent taste elicited a strange sensation within the orc - her cunt moistened with lust, but there was also a curious, possessive aspect to her hunger, as if her body was telling her that the lad was hers, but without jealousy. She didn’t care where he stuck his fat shaft - she knew it belonged to her.

With a fierce pride swelling in her bosom, Tula began bobbing her head back and forth along Reld’s tumescent fuck-stick. Her heavy titties bounced and swayed beneath her tight tank top as she vigorously serviced her clan-mate’s. Her nipples grew iron-hard and her pussy moistened hungrily with every slurp. Finally, unable to take the heat burning within her any longer and with Reld panting deliriously above her, Tula pulled the boy’s rigid cum-hose from her mouth once more and got to her feet, quickly pulling off her top as she stood.

Her breasts seemed to throb as she freed them from the confines of her heavily modified tunic and the nubs that capped the monumental globes were rock hard and glistening wetly. A tiny pearl of milk beaded on the tip of each nipple, the droplets quickly growing in size until they turned into a distinct trickle that traipsed down her round titties.

Without a word, Reld grabbed a hefty tit in each hand and stooped forward to nibble and suck at her hard, lactating nipples. Tula sighed contentedly at the sensuous contact, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of relief before shimmying out of her own shorts. A thin, glistening strand of arousal clung to the crotch of her pants as she pulled them to the ground. With a grunt of need, she pushed Reld back and up until he was seated on the table and then climbed up onto him, her knees on either side of his waist.

Contact with his chief’s bountiful bosom momentarily broken, Reld let slip a guttural growl of lust and reached up to seize hold of his prize once more. With both hands sinking deep into Tula’s ample green titflesh, Reld squeezed roughly and was rewarded as a thin jet of orc milk sprayed from the heavy but firm boob directly into his open mouth. Moving his right hand to her left tit, he squeezed hard once more, milking Tula’s expansive mammaries as she snarled in ferocious delight and positioned herself over his angrily erect penis.

The boy was not being gentle with her, manhandling her titties almost violently. It was exactly what Tula wanted. Propping herself up with her left hand on the table surface, the fuck-hungry warrior woman reached between her legs and grabbed Reld’s swollen member, seeking to feed it into her desperate fuck-hole. As she felt the hot, swollen head of his shaft caress her sopping folds, a shudder of delight coursed through her body, rippling up her spine from her ass to the base of her skull. Breathing heavily at the surge of pleasure, the greenskin whore mashed the youth’s bloated glans against her clit, smearing sloppy pre-cum over her erect nub.

Reld couldn’t take any more. He needed to feel a hot cunt wrapped around his turgid breeding pole. Gripping one of Tula’s erect nipples between his teeth, the lad moved his hands down to the orc’s ample buttocks and grabbed them firmly. He growled around the milk-dribbling morsel in his mouth and pulled his chief’s pussy down onto his straining cock.

The sensation was divine. Like a hot, velvet vice, Tula’s cunny accept his offering and locked it inside. The excitement of the change his life was going through boiled through him - or, perhaps, it was something else. He felt almost feral, wild, but somehow also like he was being guided in the direction he needed to go. The taste of Tula’s milk lingered on his tongue as a fresh pulse of the liquid pulsed from the tough nipple clenched between his teeth. His balls heaved between his spread thighs, pumping surges of jizz up his raging, aroused fuck-meat to baste the inside of Tula’s quim until the obscene fluid began to squeeze past the orc’s stretched cunt-lips to dribble back down his rejoicing shaft.

Somehow, his throbbing erection did not flag, despite having hosed a thoroughly vulgar quantity of seed into his mate’s welcoming hole. Still burning with lust, Reld clenched his fingers into Tula’s ripe asscheeks and began pulling her back and forth along his cock.

For her part, Tula was drifting in a sea of contentment, relishing the sensation of a fat dick ejaculating in her needy twat. When Reld started shunting her up and down his still-hard column of meat, she moaned, low and laden with satisfaction, and leaned forward against her mate, mashing her boobs into his face. Quickly finding her partner’s rhythm, the lust-drunk woman rocked back and forward in time with Reld’s movements. The pair’s animalistic rutting produced a salacious slurping and slapping sound as the lad’s bloated cock pistoned in and out of the orc’s cum-stuffed quim and her ass clapped against his thighs.

Reld moved one hand up from Tula’s butt, snaking it over her back and gripping the back of her neck so as to press her voluptuous body against his. His other hand remain clamped to the heaving, thick green skin of her ass, needlessly guiding their movements as they mated. So locked together, the couple’s hungry breeding increased in fervour until their frantic pace caused the table to rock and quake and the air of the small shack filled with the stench of sex, sweat and cum.

Sensing her mate was perilously close to the edge, Tula growled viciously and clamped her cunt around the column of aroused meat stuffed inside it. The snarl Reld replied with was equally feral.

The lad thrust upwards ferociously, slamming his dick into his chieftain's sloppy cunt. The table shook precariously under their frenzied coupling. Finally, with a bellow worthy of the biggest orc warrior, Reld violently plunged his cock as deep as it could go into Tula’s inviting pussy and began unloading his balls once more.

As ropes of creamy jism blasted upwards into Tula’s orgasming, grasping cunny and the sweaty pair grunted like animals in heat, the table broke beneath them. Reld didn’t stop cumming, even as the two tumbled to the ground with a thump, amidst the wreckage of the rickety piece of furniture. Only after they had lain breathing heavily, pressed against each other, for a few long, blissful moments while the youth’s cum-hose finished its task of inseminating the older woman’s already overfilled jizz-hole, did Reld sigh and cast a glance around at the destruction their desperate coupling had created. Still holding Tula hard against him, her monumental tits mashed to his chest, the boy felt a quiver of laughter build within until he found himself chortling at the mess the two had made. Tula looked down at him, her lips twisted with a sly grin.

“Well,” said Reld, panting. “Hopefully we didn’t need that anymore.”

Tula pushed herself up and out of the young man’s embrace. “We would not have been able to take the table with us.”

Used to the orc’s subtle, wry humour by this point, Reld grinned back at her and picked himself up from the wreckage. He watched, appreciatively, as Tula unashamedly used a finger to scoop up a thick dollop of his jizz as it oozed down the inside of her thigh from her well-stuffed pussy.

“Feel better now?” asked the greenskin woman, licking the creamy substance off the tip of her finger.

“Yeah, much,” nodded Reld. He hesitated a moment before continuing - something had been niggling at the back of his mind and he decided to ask his partner about it - “Tula, it feels weird to say this, but I feel… different… around you, lately.”

The orc had turned to pack the belongings laid out on the bed into the sacks they would use to carry them. “Different how?” she asked, without turning around.

“Well,” said the lad, struggling to find the right words, even as his eyes fell upon the glorious sight that was the woman’s buttocks, displayed delectably by her bent posture. “You know what we talked about yesterday, before you went to the castle, about that tribe stuff?”

Tula looked over her shoulder at the boy. “Yes...”

“You were saying we’re a tribe and you’re the boss or something?” said Reld, still ogling the orc’s plump, ripe butt and unconsciously stroking his cum-slick tool as he spoke.

“Something like that,” nodded Tula, watching Reld’s cock swell rapidly under his fingers. She grinned and wiggled her ass. “A tribe of two, perhaps, but a tribe nonetheless - I did not think that it was possible for the bonds to form between orcs and humans, but I was a chief and an orc chief has gah-lak. I do not know the human word for it; a smell, perhaps? Gah-lak signifies to the tribe that an orc is strong enough to rule and binds the tribe together.”

“So I’m feeling the way I do because you’ve got a perfume or something?” said Reld. The young man had to admit there was something appealing about the orc woman’s scent. Perfume was probably the wrong word for it - she did not exude the delicate scent of flowers that he had smelled wafting from the bottles of oils and unguents he had seen nobles purchasing from some of the more expensive stalls in the market - but there was a musky aroma that the lad could only just detect when he was close to her, especially at night, when the two had lain side by side in the fisherman’s small cot. Curious to sample the fragrance once more, he moved closer to the greenskin and ran his hands over her ample buttocks.

“It is not only the gah-lak,” explained Tula, still looking over her shoulder at the young man as he began caressing her ass. “The roles we have assumed are what give it power,” she continued, pushing back against Reld until his slick cock was nestled between her legs. “I have gah-lak because I act like a chief. I am chief because I have gah-lak.”

“And I follow you because you are showing me the way to lead the life I want and because of that the “gah-lak” makes me feel like you’re in charge?” said the youth. With Tula pushing back against him, he slid his hands up her back and then down, around her ribs until his fingers traipsed over the smooth, heavy flesh of her titties. The well-muscled orc woman was easily able to bear the boy’s weight on her back and felt his mouth and nose against the nape of her neck while he groped and squeezed her hanging boobs.

“It is more complicated, but that is basically how it works,” grunted Tula. She could feel the lad’s cum still oozing slowly from her cunny and his exploring fingers teasing her nipples and her lust began to swell within her once more. She shifted her hips, flexing them so as to grind her jizz-slick pussy against the cockmeat between her legs.

Feeling Tula respond to his attentions, Reld reached down between his pelvis and her butt to find the base of his cock. With a little effort, he angled it up and fed it back into her creamy fuck-hole, entering her welcoming twat with an obscene squelch.

“I -ungh- guess I’m okay with that,” said Reld, groaning with delight as he felt the warmth of Tula’s cunt embrace his turgid pole. “As long as it doesn’t mean I’m a slave to this scent or anything.”

With the boy mounting her like a stallion rutting a mare, Tula growled in satisfaction before continuing their conversation. “Do you feel like a slave, boy?” she chuckled as Reld moved his hand back to her buxom chest and began pumping his hips. “Orcs do not submit to one with gah-lak, they follow because the chief is leading them where they want to go. The gah-lak is a product of that relationship. Many times in a tribe, a chief is challenged by those who disagree with their chief’s guidance and for whom the gah-lak has become ineffective.”

Their posture restricted Tula’s actions, as she was forced to bear both of their weight with her hands against the bed, giving the youth the opportunity to take the lead. Despite this, he was quite content to fuck in silence for a while, draped over the older woman’s back, thrusting his hips languidly. Eventually, however, a thought struck him.

“So, if I wanted to do something different than what you wanted, I’d have to fight you?” queried the lad, ceasing his manhandling of Tula’s impressive rack and raising himself to an upright posture behind her.

“Seeing as we are but a tribe of two, no we would not fight,” explained Tula. The boy had his hands back on her buttcheeks now and was prising them apart as he steadily pumped his fat prick into her cunny. The experience was delicious and she had to concentrate to avoid growling in pleasure like a bitch in heat. “Our tribe would simply cease to exist as we went our separate ways. Were there more of us, however, then yes, we would probably fight if I wanted to keep control of the tribe, although it depends on what the thing you wanted was.”

Reld grinned and looked down at Tula’s butt. Each time his cock slid out of her grasping cunny, it glistened obscenely with their combined juices and each time he pushed back into her a froth of his cum and her cream gathered where her cunt-lips stretched around his veiny skin. He could feel the orc’s pussy grasp rhythmically at his pistoning tool and could see the wrinkled bud of her asshole flex in time with the pulsing sensation on his bloated member.

“Well, what if I said I wanted to pump a load of cum in my chief’s ass?” said Reld cheekily. “Would we have to fight then?”

“Ha!” scoffed Tula. “This whelp clearly does not know his chief! I shall milk the seed from your cock with my ass and you will make me cum as I do so!”

“Huh, I guess you can keep being chief then,” laughed Reld as he slowly pulled his swollen dong from Tula’s now slightly gaping cunt. The lad then placed his tumescent glans against the rosebud of Tula’s sphincter, marvelling as he felt it flex against the sensitive skin of his penis as if trying to draw him in. “Being in your tribe seems to have some perks,” he grunted and began pushing into her anus.

Greased with their combined fluids, Reld’s dick slid into Tula’s welcoming butt like a sword into a scabbard. The youth watched hungrily as his cock was devoured by the orc’s anus. Despite the ease of entry, Tula’s arse gripped him firmly - the orc had not been lying when she threatened to milk the cum from his balls.

“Put your hand on my clit and get to work,” commanded Tula after giving the youth a moment for his member to grow accustomed to its new home.

“Yes ma’am,” grunted Reld, barely able to get the words out. He’d fucked Tula’s ass before, but every time his cock invaded that sinfully exquisite tunnel it felt like it was the first time. With his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, Reld leaned over Tula’s back once again, one hand going down between her legs, the other latching onto a succulent tit.

Their second coupling of the evening was less frenzied than the first. Tula braced her hands on their bed, her ass raised, while Reld languidly sodomized her, pumping his cock through her sphincter with slow relish. As he fucked her, his hands worked over her heavy, swinging titties and erect, swollen clit. The rhythmical squelches of Reld’s dick sliding back and forth in Tula’s arse and the soft *paf paf paf* of his skin smacking against hers was almost hypnotic and the two enjoyed their carnal workout in silence, but for the occasional satisfied grunt or content moan. Only after some time had passed in companionable quiet did Reld finally speak.

“So -uh- what do -uh- you think -uh- Fiona’s -uh- planning?” said Reld, steadily pumping away at his chief’s sumptuous ass.

Tula had been resting her head on her arms, her eyes closed, while the boy made use of her butt. The slow, deliberate strokes of his meaty fuck-pole felt exquisite and her cunny was freely dripping juices in jealous emptiness. The lad’s fingers had nursed her pleasure button to the point where she was on a cusp of climax, but she fought the temptation to orgasm down, choosing to enjoy her leisurely assfucking.

At the lad’s question, she opened her eyes and looked back. “I think it is a good thing to help a friend,” breathed the orc. “I do not know what her plan is, but I would rather work for a trustworthy comrade than a merchant I know nothing of.”

“That’s true,” agreed Reld, pausing his humping. “I like her. I don’t think she’d get us into too much trouble.”

“The only trouble is that you have stopped!” growled Tula. “I was enjoying your work! Continue!”

“Yes ma’am,” replied the youth sheepishly, trying to conceal the eagerness with which he resumed plundering her anus.

“Ungh! Good!” grunted Tula as the boy got back to work.

With Reld’s fingers back on her clit, It did not take the orc long to grind an orgasm out of her desperate cunt - the hefty dick in her butt and its slow, steady pace had her on edge. With a rumbling sigh of relief, Tula climaxed. A warm flood of female ejaculate splattered past the youth’s furiously rubbing fingers, splashing against Reld’s swinging balls. Her cunny spasmed in delight and her ass clenched and flexed as it milked the cock ensconced within it.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” groaned Reld. Tula’s anus was like a hot, silken vise around his distended organ, squeezing and pulling on it as if the delectable hole was trying to suck him deeper inside.

Still riding out the divine waves of her orgasm, Tula’s pleasure doubled as she felt scalding spurts of sloppy jism jet into her butt. Reld’s cum-hose pulsed and throbbed as it ejaculated, massaging her anal walls while it deposited a prodigious amount of slimy fluid into her bowels. The orc had taken many varied cocks in her ass; the girthy, orcish organs of her old tribemates, the impressive fuck-sticks of visiting goblin merchants, even a visiting minotaur had spent some quality time in there (with the aid of some goblin ale) while she had been chief, to say nothing of her numerous human customers during her recent career as a whore. Nevertheless, the greenskin never tired of the exquisite sensation that was a hefty shaft hosing cum into her ass.

Thoroughly spent, Tula collapsed forwards onto the bed, with Reld following her down to lie atop her, breathing heavily, cock still twitching weakly in her butt. Tied together like that, the pair wandered off to sleep.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast, the pair hoisted their sacks to their shoulders and stepped out into the street. Just as they were about to set off, however, the former fisherman paused and cast a long look back at the shack that had been his home for his entire life. The rundown structure was practically worthless, especially now that it had been all but emptied of anything even approaching value, but Reld still felt a pang of sorrow in his chest.

“Come on, boy.” Tula spoke softly, her hand on Reld’s shoulder. “Let us go see what kind of job Fiona is proposing.”

Reld turned to his friend and gave her a nod and a smile and the pair set off toward the smithy, the morning sun on their shoulders. Once they reached the dockside inn, Tula paused. She handed her sack and weapons to the lad.

“Can you take these for me? I must inform Danton about my change in occupation.”

Reld acquiesced with a bob of his head, shouldering his comrade’s light burden easily and continued the short walk to their dwarven friend’s house while Tula entered the tavern.

“Well shit, I’m sorry to see you go!” exclaimed Dan, after the orc had explained her career change. The large man was leaning on the bar. The common room was empty that morning - even the rough looking ‘travellers’ Tula had seen the day before seemed to be absent. “You’re a real good egg, Tula. I’ll miss you.”

“Thank you for letting me work here, Danton,” replied Tula. “I shall remember you fondly as well, although I may be in town a few more nights, so this may not be the final farewell.”

The big man looked around at the deserted common room before returning his gaze to the orc. “Look, let me know if I’m out of line here,” he began, conspiratively, “but I’d love to have another ride before you go, if you’re up for it. Don’t tell Victoria, but I’ve never had a fuck like you before. I’d pay the standard rate, with a bonus!”

Tula couldn’t help but smile at the jovial man’s eager compliment. “Will your wife not be upset if she catches you with me? You won’t even have the excuse of ‘testing out a new whore’.”

“She’s in the kitchen cooking up the day’s grub,” explained Danton.

“Very well, you dirty old man,” laughed Tula, walking around the bar. “But you must be fast,” she added, pulling down her shorts, “I cannot dally here all morning.”

“You’re a gem!” grinned Danton, hastily undoing his trousers and freeing his fat cock.

Tula bent over the bar, spreading her legs. Despite her stoic demeanour, the orc had to admit she felt excited by the changes her life was going through - the risky job Fiona had proposed and the life of a mercenary she was entering left her feeling like a young warrior on the eve of their first battle. A quick stuffing from Danton’s broad breeding-stick had no lack of appeal.

“Consider this a parting gift, old man,” sighed the greenskin as she felt Danton rub his hardening dick against her moistening cunt-lips. “You can keep your coins.”

“I’m really going to miss you, girly,” grunted Danton, pushing his broad glans into the orc’s warm fuck-hole. Tula responded with a grin and a firm clench of her cunt, eliciting a groan from the heavy-set innkeep.

“Keeping busy while I slave away in the kitchens, I see!”

Danton and Tula looked to the side to find Victoria at the kitchen entrance, her hands on her hips.

“Oh dear!” groaned Danton. “Darling…”

Despite his forlorn pronouncement, Tula couldn’t help but notice the barman kept his swollen member right where it was.

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me! What is going on here?!”

“It is my fault,” interjected Tula. “I came to let you know that I would be leaving town and… well...”

The orc’s explanation seemed to mollify the innkeep’s wife somewhat and her expression softened.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear you’re leaving,” said the blonde woman. “Once you’ve finished with my lecherous husband, come round to the kitchen and say goodbye. And you, mister,” she added with a pointed glare at Danton, “are going to have some explaining to do later.”

With that, Victoria turned on her heel and went back into the kitchen. Even before she had disappeared into the back room, Tula felt Danton begin thrusting, his fat cock stretching her cunny open as it delved inside. While his hips began bucking, the innkeeper leaned forward, bringing a hand up to grope and manhandle Tula’s heavy breasts over her skimpy, modified tunic while his other hand reached around her waist to find her clit. Her nipples hardened under the large man’s coarse treatment.

“Nice save,” grunted Danton as he humped the orc’s offered pussy and squeezed her full titties. Tula could feel the material of her shirt grow damp over her nipples - Danton’s rough groping was causing her milk to flow. “There’s a bottle of fine blisterwhiskey at the end of the bar there - you be sure to take that with you when you go. Just my little thanks for handling the wife there and for being such a good employee.”

“Mmmmm,” breathed Tula, bucking forward under the large fellow’s heavy thrusts. His fat fingers had found her erect nubbin and the innkeep had begun expertly massaging the iron-hard pleasure-button. Danton apparently made up for his lack of an atheletic physique by having a fat sausage of a cock and being a devil with his fingers. “Th-thankyou!”

“My pleasure,” panted Danton, pushing Tula against the bar with his bulk as he leaned into the task at hand, shunting his cock up into the orc’s juicy cunt. “Almost there!” he growled.

“N-no!” gasped Tula, on the cusp of her own climax. “M-make m-me c-cum!”

“Ungh! I -uh- thought -uh- we -uh- had -uh- to -uh- make -uh- this -uh- quick!” huffed the big man, keeping his groin mashed against Tula’s asscheeks as he bred her with short, forceful thrusts. Nevertheless, his broad fingers increased their circular rhythm on the orc’s tingling clitty.

“I-I a-am c-close!” growled Tula. “J-just a b-bit m-mooooore!”

Tula climaxed like a runaway wagon, her pussy spasming around Danton’s girthy fuck-pole, her thighs quivering under the roiling pleasure.

“Mmph! Sounds like you’re there!” grunted Danton, even as his own orgasm hit. With a gruff bark, he thrust upwards with enough force that Tula slid onto the bar, her feet leaving the flagstones. With her ass suspended off the ground before him, the innkeep leaned over her and pumped a vulgar torrent of cum into her quim.

The big man kept humping as he leaned over Tula’s back, pressing her into the bar, and filled her with his ejaculate. Tula revelled in the sensation. She was a strong orc - she could easily push the big human off her - but there was something bestial about being pressed beneath his bulk as he bred her twat that left her feeling almost drunk with lust and pleasure. When he finally pulled out of her, leaving a slow trickle of his seed oozing out of her cunny and down the inside of her thigh, she remained panting on the bar, wallowing in the bliss of a forceful, desperate coupling.

“Oh shit!” groaned Danton, leaning back against the shelves behind the bar and lacing up his trousers. “I shoulda made use of that sweet cunt a lot more.”

“I should have let you,” sighed Tula contentedly, picking herself up off the bar. “Give Victoria more of that and she may not be so hard on you, old man.”

“If she doesn’t cut it off tonight,” grinned Danton. “Thanks again, Tula. You’re something else. If I don’t see you again, you take care of yourself out there.”

“Farewell, Danton,” nodded Tula, pulling on her shorts. “You’re a good man.”

With a final smile at the satiated innkeep, Tula picked up the bottle of whiskey and headed back to the kitchens to bid farewell to Victoria.

“I hope he wasn’t a beast, dear,” said Victoria with a warm smile upon Tula’s entrance.

Tula could feel Danton’s cum, slick between the seat of her shorts and her cunt-lips. “I am sorry about that, back there,” she murmured. “I did not mean to distract him so.”

“Oh, it’s fine Tula,” said Victoria with a small wave. “The inn’s pretty quiet today, I even let the kids have a lie in. I just like to give the fat man a hard time now and then to keep him remembering who’s in charge. Anyway - you’re leaving? Where are you off to?”

“Westwards,” said Tula. “I have saved enough coin to purchase arms and armour - Reld and I are to be mercenaries.”

“Oh! That’s a dangerous line of work you’ve chosen, but I daresay you’ll do well - I’ve not met many as tough and determined as you. You take care of that boy, though!”

“I shall. And you, take care of that husband of yours. He is a good man,” replied Tula. “Thank you for the job.”

“Ha, I feel like we should be thanking you - you’ve been a great worker!”

Tula bowed her head. “You mentioned Jessemyn and Giles are still upstairs? I should like to say goodbye.”

“Probably still asleep,” said Victoria with a nod. “I’ll catch you on the way out, then.”

There was no vocal response to Tula’s knock at the door to the innkeeper’s apartments, but the door was ajar and swung open under the orc’s tap.

“Jessemyn? Giles?” announced Tula. She heard a flurry of movement.

“One moment!” Giles’ voice called out.

“Don’t be stupid, Giles,” came Jessemyn’s voice. “She knows what happened - she was there!”

“Fine!” groaned the boy.

“Come in, Tula,” announced Jess, finally.

The orc entered to find Giles seated on the foot of his sister’s bed. The lad had a blanket piled on his lap, but it didn’t take a wizard to figure out that he was stark naked. Jessemyn’s nudity was even more apparent; the blonde girl stood beside her brother, completely unclothed. Tula ignored their state of undress and gave each a nod.

“What’s up, Tula?” said Jess.

“I came to say goodbye - I shall be leaving town, possibly tonight or on the morrow.”

“Oh no!” gasped Jess. “Why? Where are you going?”

“I have purchased the equipment to become a mercenary. I will travel west and seek adventure.”

“That sounds so exciting!” exclaimed the blonde girl, rushing up to the orc and wrapping her in an embrace. “I’m going to miss you.”

Tula hugged her back. “And I you. Be well, Jessemyn.”

“You be safe, Tula,” replied the girl as the broke off their embrace.

Just as the orc was turning to go to the door, Giles stood up. “Wait!”

“Yes?” said Tula, turning to face the lad. The blanket had dropped from his lap, revealing a monumental erection that glistened wetly with somebody’s juices.

“I… I just wanted to say thanks and… and sorry. Sorry for being such a jerk-off.”

Tula chuckled at the lothario’s awkward apology. “There is no need to apologize,” she smiled. “I may be around town for a few more days. There might be further opportunity to ‘jerk off’, if you keep being a good boy.”

While Giles blushed furiously, Tula left the room, the sound of Jessemyn’s giggling in her ears.