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Senshi’s fate among the Orcs

In a different story, Senshi never met with Laois’ party. Instead, he found love and purpose among the Orcs

“Zon. You have to tell us where you found such a toy!”

With a laugh, the dark-blue-furred Orc chuckled. His piggish laugh resonated through the room, filling it as much as the chuckles from the other Orcs who had their turns and moments.

Hospitality between the clans was always to help the outsiders with their needs. Especially the primal needs. But this time, Zon was glad he didn’t have to sacrifice one of his warriors’ pride for the customs.

No. The dark-brown-furred Chieftain wasn’t smacking Orc’s cheeks… He smacked that fat, hairy ass that was still oozing with cum and groaning in pain.

Fair skin, caked black hair covering the outside and the crack itself. A rim that was constantly gaping and spewing cum whenever it was hit. Yes… It was somehow the perfect toy for the clan. And another smack was enough to elicit a cry from the toy, as well as more cum spewing free onto the trough underneath.

“I found it.”

“No… Seriously, tell me,” laughed Kun, the dark-blue Chieftain. A counterpart to Zon.

“You wouldn’t believe it.”

No. Even Zon hardly believed it as he pushed his loincloth aside to expose his hard and needy cock. The foreskin had already been peeled off the glans, unveiling the dark-red tip. As for the length itself, meaty and veiny, it was probably bigger and broader than most warriors in Zon’s clan… And Kun’s clan, too.

Compared to the people coming from the surface, his cock was comparable to an arm.

Yet… As that cock prodded the gaping asshole. It found no resistance from the swollen rim. The wrinkled entrance was not fighting at all. No, the opposite, it was trying to suck and usher Zon’s cock inside, while moans and groans escaped from the abused hole’s owner.

Moans that amplified once the Orc pushed into that fatty and plushy ass.

No, it was true… That ass was divine, velvety, constantly warm. And though the whole clan’s abuse had turned the tight pucker into a loose cavern, it was simply… Pleasant to have another hole to fill that wasn’t a female.

Hence, Zon sighed, no longer resisting the call to thrust back and forth, massaged by that sphincter that tightly held onto him… Tightly massaged him as he squeezed more groans from that ass’s owner.

“Then? I believed you when you said you met Golems in our domain.”

“It’s… Hrmph… Linked,” mumbled Zon.

He bit his lips as he heard the suction from that asshole trying so hard to keep him in. But the Orc continued to thrust in… To push in. And the moans continued, though none seemed to care about it.

Not even the guards standing around, waiting for their boss to go to the meet… Or the wargs who must be as pent up as their owners when smelling that hole’s smell: the scent of a bitch.

“Linked?”

“Three weeks after I saw you, there was a dwarf at our door. He told us about those golems; he said they were his,” commented Zon, feeling that sumptuous ass starting to relax. Too much relaxed.

SMACK!

A hand-shaped red mark appeared on that cum-covered ass, sending echoes through that plushy and wobbly posterior. Right away, the sphincter clenched and Zon was back to grunting in delight, feeling his cock held like by a female’s cunt… Or a partner’s hand.

“He didn’t threaten us; he wasn’t stupid. But since he was on our territory, we had to punish him.”

“And that’s how it happened?”

“No,” scoffed Zon, feeling his groin already burning.

That hole was so divine, he was even starting to forgo his wives. Sure, they could please him. But it was always preparation, fighting, and ritual mating. With that toy? It was just a release as his heavy testicles added more red marks to that posterior.

“No. We fucked him… In the ass. We came all over him to mark him. Then we let him go.”

“And he returned?”

“He returned. Each time faster… Until there was no point in letting him go.”

“And who’s that dwarf?” asked Kun, approaching the Dwarf. He poked at the cum-swollen belly, and at the soft genitals that were caked with cum right above the Orc-sized hole.

“Senshi. But we call him whore,” grunted Zon, delivering two more smacks that sent the Dwarf groaning… And clenching his asshole so tight, it was almost crushing Zon’s cock.

But the moment after?

It was divine. Divine pleasure that sent the Orc beyond the edge. That sent him moaning and groaning as his testicles lifted and a cumshot went there… One… Two… Three… Four.

And it was done for Zon, who sighed, feeling spent but satisfied. His nuts did not ache, and he glanced at the warriors around.

“Anyone wants a turn?” he asked, pulling free.

The second after, a cascade of cum spewed out of that hole. That sphincter, as much as it tried to close, couldn’t fight against the flow.

And so, the squelching continued to occur while the Dwarf moaned… And cum dripped from his limp cock, one drop in the ocean of Orc cum that flowed free into the trough.

“No one?”

“I think they’re all spent. We all had three turns,” said Kun with his crossed-out arms. “We should go to the meeting. The other Chiefs are waiting for us.”

“Perhaps,” said Zon, snapping his fingers to one of the Orc standing on the side.

Auburn fur, the scars striking that face, an eye even missing. The aging Orc even had gray hair around his porcine nose. But he didn’t say anything more as he approached and sniffed.

“I’ll handle it with the youngsters, Zon.”

“Good. The Wargs can have him after.”

The Beastmaster nodded, watching Zon and Kun step away, focused on the dangerous peers they were about to meet. Which wasn’t surprising, since most clans were fighting against the surfacers and themselves for territory.

Still, the Beastmaster grunted and turned the guards who were leaving, spears tapping the floor and their heads low. However, as the guards left, more Orcs entered the room. Younger, more innocent, more intrigued by what happened. Young males.

Young males who entered, glancing at their elders, then back at the Beastmaster.

“Is Senshi ready? I wanna have fun with him.”

“Ask him,” pointed the Beastmaster, turning around and approaching Senshi from the side.

Bound like a sausage, the legs strapped on either side of his body in a display of flexibility, Senshi looked like… Well… A broken toy. The eyes half-closed, the beard coated with fluids and grimy, his hairy belly a bit swollen from the last abuse.

The poor Dwarf looked like he’d been passed through the wringer, though it was worse. Even then, his lips were licked and his mouth opened slightly as he spoke with a raspy voice.

“More… Again,” grunted the Dwarf, his asshole clenching and releasing that suction noise of a sphincter trying to close but couldn’t.

“There will be more, Senshi. You’ve been doing great for the clan,” laughed the Beastmaster, patting the unhelmeted Dwarf’s face in a jovial way. And without even thinking, he even slipped a thumb inside that mouth, finding the Dwarf’s lips eager to lick and sample the leathery skin.

Then, the Beastmaster whistled. Not towards the Wargs, whose heads raised and tails wagged, but the Youngsters who had never had a turn with females. They could have some time with the Clan’s whore. The Beastmaster pressed his thumb further into that mouth.

“Go on, you three. Our local toy wants to be bred… As for you, Senshi,” said the Beastmaster. “Milk them. And you’ll have the Wargs use you all night.”

“Hrmph!”

The Dwarf didn’t speak, too busy as he was sucking his fingers.

But the effort and dedication to the promise were given when the first youngster approached and dipped into that hole; A cry of pleasure came from that young Orc’s mouth. A cry of pleasure, of satisfaction, completed by the squelching sound of an asshole that was clenching and trying to usher the cock deeper.

Most surfacers considered the Orcs brutish, cruel, and somewhat barbaric. But one thing all surfacers and even dwarves had in common was the lack of… Potency.

Even a young male of an Orc, without the fat and years of growth spurt, had a cock that would easily churn a surfacer’s guts. Not as big as a chieftain. But enough to make Senshi squirm and moan… And squirt as his limp dick throbbed. Throbbed, bounced a bit, only for one drop of precum to drip down on the youngster’s cock and groin.

“What… What was that?” mumbled the Youngster.

“Our little toy is having his fun,” commented the Beastmaster, his fingers going back and forth while Senshi sucked on it with gusto. It wasn’t his cock, but Senshi was utterly dedicated to sucking whatever was offered to him.

When the Beastmaster pulled the fingers free, the lips smacked together in an expression of thirst.

“You’re having fun, Senshi?”

“Mo… More,” groaned the Dwarf, his guts bulging, from the Beastmaster’s perspective. That young Orc was doing everything to get those guts fucked and rearranged.

“More. You heard it, kid. Faster and better,” snapped the Beastmaster, before offering Senshi more suction… More solace for his hungry lips.

Solace, as the Youngster was learning, right from a bitch of a Dwarf, how to fuck a female.

It was pathetic, of course, but the Beastmaster observed the young Orcs fumbling and failing to get hard, or their inability to control themselves, for moons.

He watched the pathetic display of raw lovemaking, without the love and without the making. But Senshi didn’t seem to mind as his limp cock continued to throb with excitation and more precum dripped from it, like a faucet.

Enough for even a half-chub to appear above the Dwarf’s abuse and vertically split asshole.

Enough for the Beastmaster to huff in approval as he saw the Youngster’s hips pumping furiously. That face contorted in an expression of frustration and anger. Up… Up until the Youngster’s legs relaxed and he had his body dropping against Senshi’s ample fat-ass and held onto those thighs.

“It’s… So… Good,” mumbled the young Orc, a stupid smile spread on his face.

“Pathetic,” commented the Beastmaster, reaching to smack Senshi’s posterior. “You didn’t make him cum.”

“But- Zon and the others-“

“Don’t care! Next!”

The Beastmaster had to make sure no Orc hogged the toy except Zon, the guests, and maybe himself. The other Orcs? They had to share that slutty Dwarf whose moans and groans were growing in amplitude whenever an Orc’s cock was inside him.

And though it wasn’t his turn by any means, the Beastmaster began to stroke his bulge through the fabric while watching the Youngsters empty themselves into the Dwarf, one after another. Steadily, the line of young and excited Orcs became a single individual. One who left with his head low after he shot too fast into Senshi.

“You’ll do better next time!” said the Beastmaster, chuckling and smiling as he turned to Senshi and pulled his hand free.

“Take… Take me more,” grumbled the Dwarf, dissatisfied even though his vertically split ass was squirting and spewing with each contraction.

“They’re gone.”

“G-Gone? But… I- I need more,” said the Dwarf, almost frustrated and terrorized as his asshole weakly clamped on nothing, addicted as he was to dick. “Z-Zon!”

“Zon isn’t here, dumb Dwarf,” scoffed the Beastmaster, flicking the Dwarf’s face before gripping the ropes and steel manacles binding Senshi. The bundle he pulled was the sole reason the Dwarf kept his posture: legs spread on either side of his body, hands behind his back, the asshole spread. And it was that bundle that allowed the Beastmaster to lift Senshi like a handbag before dropping him on a wooden surface, lower than the former breeding mount. And for a reason.

“I- I need-!”

“You’ll have your Wargs, Dwarf.”

“Wargs… Wargs… Bring me the Wargs!” exploded and begged Senshi, his eyes going to the Beastmaster who was fastening him to the breeding mount. The Orc ensured the Dwarf was at perfect height for the Wargs while securing that fattened ass and body.

Without much surprise, the canines approached, their noses up with anticipation.

“Get away, you mutts, he isn’t ready,” scoffed the Beastmaster, waving the Wargs away and even pushing against their muzzles despite the snarls.

The Wargs smelled a prey, a bitch, and they wouldn’t give up on it… As sure as the clan wouldn’t give up on such a toy like Senshi.

And Senshi? Oh, he was moaning, his hole clenching and practically begging the Wargs to have their turn. The smell of ass and cum was intense, but it was the former that titillated the beasts’ noses, made them salivate… And elicited the pointing red erections that protruded from under their bellies.

Red, rigid, stiff, dripping, and adorned with knots.

“Fine. Here we go,” said the Beastmaster, satisfied before he brought two fingers to his mouth to whistle. “Burst! You first!”

He even pointed at the Warg, then Senshi, making the Beast lower its ears in shame… Before it approached and sniffed Senshi’s hole. It sniffed, pressed that cold nose against it, and… Licked it.

“Please… make them… Fuck me! I need it! Breed! Breed! Breed!”

“Shut up!” roared the Beastmaster, glancing at the Warg.

Then, tentatively, the Beast climbed halfway onto the breeding mouth. The forelegs on the planks, the hind legs on the floor… And underneath, right by that cocktip was Senshi’s asshole. Squirming, spasming, tensing, opening, it was making everything it could due to the Dwarf squirming and trying to free himself.

A squirming that stopped when that hot and steamy shaft pressed against the entrance and found it… Needy and open, the velvety walls barely resisting the penetration while Senshi’s mouth curled into surprise, then satisfaction and bliss.

The tongue lolled out, the brows dropped, the eyelids half-closed.

And a sigh escaped the Dwarf while the Beastmaster remained by, stroking his bulge.

“Y-Y… yeees,” almost cried the Dwarf, though his voice was too raspy and shallow.

His eyes were rolling in their sockets while the Warg, with an organ that could even compete with an Orc’s, went in.

There was no foreplay, no preparation needed. That ass had been abused so much, so many times, it was practically a tunnel open to anyone.

And the Warg had no problem taking it, inserting more than half of its length in without adjusting its posture.

Then, with a snarl and a yelp, the Beast had its hind legs jumping on the floor while that cocktip pushed deeper until Senshi’s belly bulged from the penetration. Until the poor bastard of a Dwarf was blissfully drooling all over his beard while sucking in air… And enjoying the sensation of that well-endowed Warg pushing through the depths.

That was how they fucked him at first… not the Orcs, they didn’t use it. But they allowed the Wargs to have their way with him. Their breedings made Senshi beg for their mercy and then beg for the Wargs to keep using him.

Now?

Senshi begged for their pups, satisfied and happy, while that Beast’s groin was going closer and closer, the knot practically at the entrance. And even though the bulbous base was massive, much like a fist, it was… Slipping in.

Slowly, steadily. But it slipped in, and Senshi’s breathing hastened in anticipation, ready again to be bred by those creatures.

“Please… Use me for your… Pu-pHRMPH!”

“Yeah. You always beg them to do that,” scoffed the Beastmaster, interjecting through the begging and breeding by delivering a rough smack on the Dwarf’s ass, enough for the whole right asscheek to redden.

But the result was satisfying as the Dwarf’s voice turned into a whine. And the Warg itself whined, the ears low, when the Dwarf’s asshole clenched instinctively upon the sensitive knot, squeezing it. Squeezing it so tightly and so brutally, the Warg yelped and… Came.

“Keep quiet if you want them to last, Senshi,” said the Beastmaster, whistling for another Warg when Burst slipped away. “Come here. Be a good boy and stuff that bitch!”

With the Beastmaster’s encouragement and the calloused fingers digging inside that hole to stretch it and unleash the scent coming from within, the second Warg approached. Again, a cold nose rubbed against Senshi’s asshole, and the Dwarf moaned.

Again, the Warg clambered on the breeding mouth, stuffing Senshi’s plushy and hairy asshole, crushing it with its sheer size.

Again, the Dwarf begged. Again, the Beastmaster smacked. Again, the asshole clenched.

And again, the Warg came pitifully, pulling back as soon as possible while whining.

“Shut up, Senshi,” growled the Beastmaster, whistling again. And again… And again.

Each time, Senshi was taking more time to beg, but the words would always slip. He could keep quiet when Zon ordered him to, for the Tribe’s sake. But with the Wargs? No… Senshi was so vocal and eager that he could keep the whole tribe awake when the pack of Wargs used his asshole, one after another, during the night.

He remained vocal, crying and breaking his voice while enjoying the pleasure of that knot digging into his rim, stretching it, widening it… And the Wargs continued to ejaculate prematurely, given so by the smacks on it.

Up to the last.

Maybe Senshi learned his lesson, or perhaps he was too tired.

But as the Warg’s knot slipped inside that hole, only a raspy sigh exhaled from Senshi.

A moan, perhaps, when that Warg’s tongue licked his face clean of the sweat and grime.

But not a peep, not a single word when that Warg’s knot began to slip free and outside, lubed by all its kind’s ejaculation. And back inside it went, tickling and squeezing the Dwarf’s prostate with such a might, it rattled the breeding mouth and the shackles.

It cried, it whined. So did Senshi, the voice shaky with each moan.

So did the poor Dwarf whose hole was battered, stretched, pulled by the knot before the knot was smashed back inside, pummeling the guts.

The Beastmaster smiled, stroking his obscene bulge while watching Senshi’s stomach imprint on the Warg’s cock… And that ass bounce from the Warg’s breeding and abuse.

Senshi had sealed his fate the day he decided to return to the Orcs, even with his wounded pride. And now, gargling and begging, the poor Dwarf was practically a shell of himself… A remnant of who he had been.

A fucktoy who came and squirted all over the Warg’s groin when climaxing.

A poor bastard who begged and cried, shouting and praising the Warg for breeding him… Before a smack stopped it all, leaving the asscheeks burning and that asshole clenching, needy, and stuffed.

“What did I tell you? Keep quiet. Last try, Senshi. And you’d better keep quiet,” growled the Beastmaster, though his exposed cock was hard, needy, and drippy. He would train him to keep quiet, with or without the Wargs.